Female Incel Gifts Her Virginity by dasgoodshit

Female Incel Gifts Her Virginity by dasgoodshit

Discover the provocative tale of “Female Incel Gifts Her Virginity” by dasgoodshit. This captivating adult story explores themes of desire, connection, and the complexities of intimacy. Dive into a narrative that challenges perceptions and invites reflection on personal journeys of love and loss. Read on to experience a thrilling and thought-provoking ride!

What a dull day.

The sun was shining brightly as Claire walked down the sidewalk along the main road by her neighborhood. On her way to a sandwich shop, she checked the coupon in the wallet in her purse. Yep, one coupon for a large sub. Not that she would need it. She was small enough that she could get a medium sub and save half for dinner. She was small enough that- Shut up, brain.

While she had her hand in her purse, she fingered her mace. Never again.

She was close to her destination when she saw him in the distance. He stopped to speak to a young girl; the sunlight silhouetted him as he leaned over to speak to her. Ignoring her destination for the moment, she continued walking forward down the sidewalk, curious about the interaction unfolding in the distance.

As she got closer, Claire began to make out some details about the man and child. Her jaw clenched tightly as she saw the man take the child’s hand in his and walk away. I don’t fucking think so.

She picked up her pace enough to get closer so she wouldn’t lose sight of them, but stayed far enough away that she wouldn’t arouse the man’s suspicions. At one point, he turned to look at the child, a little girl of perhaps eight or nine, and she was disgusted to find him attractive. I’m going to have to talk to my therapist about this, that’s for fucking sure. And he’s abducting a little girl, or attempting to, anyway? What a mind fuck!

Claire’s mind flashed back to five years earlier, wrists held tightly behind her back, a stranger’s hand over her mouth…

She shook her head clear and focused on the present.

She was finally close enough to give a good description, so she pulled out her phone and called 911. The 911 operator asked Claire quite a few questions. What the alleged suspect and victim looked like, where she was, what direction she was going…

Claire’s head was full of rage. Direction? She looked at a street sign and saw an “E.”

“East,” she said.

A few more questions, and she was finally able to hang up. I’m going to get video of this bastard, just in case. She used her phone to capture a lengthy amount of time of the man holding the girl’s hand. The handholding had been going on for too long for it to be anything other than a kidnapping.

She obsessively checked the time as she followed them.

What if it takes the police too long to catch up to this guy? Where are they?

What if he takes her into his home and the police still haven’t arrived? Maybe I could wait one or two minutes, then knock on the door and say… what? He might overpower me and pull me inside his home and lock me in the dungeon in his basement along with the child.

She shivered uncontrollably, causing her to have to come to a stop as the terror rippled through her body. Get a grip, woman!

Calming herself with her breathing techniques, she quickly resumed following them, noticing that they were headed into a poorer part of town. Of course this would be where he lives. He’s probably got trophies of a dozen dead prostitutes on his mantle.

Looking around constantly to make sure no one was getting too close to her, Claire fought her nerves as they made their way deeper into the city, desperately hoping that the police would show up so she could relax. Then she could get the fuck out of this part of town. Although she was concerned about her safety, she felt obligated to try to help the girl.

Suddenly, she saw three men approach the kidnapper. She slowed her steps and anxiously awaited the outcome of this encounter. The kidnapper let go of the girl’s hand and, without looking, pointed behind him to a wall next to a dumpster. The girl obediently followed his command. Claire was too far away to hear what they were saying, but from her perspective, she didn’t think that the three men were trying to rescue the little girl. Quite the opposite, in fact. Claire’s mind was in a tailspin as the situation seemed to have worsened severely for the little girl, and she was shocked to find herself rooting for the abductor to somehow survive this encounter as the first of the three men began attacking him; after all, one abductor was better than three. He was going down, and quickly, but his attackers didn’t seem as if they were overly strong or even experienced in fighting, and they didn’t produce any weapons. The original kidnapper was taking a beating, but he hadn’t crumbled to the ground yet, and he wasn’t running off, either.

Some voices caught Claire’s attention, causing her to look around and see people standing nearby with their phones in the air, recording the fight. The three men must have noticed, because they argued amongst themselves briefly before disappearing down the alleyway. The battered man put a hand on his ribs and winced, then took the girl’s hand in his again and continued down the sidewalk as if nothing had happened.

Where are the freaking cops?!

Claire followed them both for another 10 minutes before she realized they were getting close to a police station. This is perfect! Maybe I’ll be able to get an officer’s attention, and he can rush over and interrogate this guy!

The police station was in view, and she looked around for an officer, hoping to find one outside, perhaps getting into or out of his police car. Finding none, she returned her attention to the kidnapper and the little girl ahead of her. They’re gone! What the fuck? She anxiously looked around for them, then nearly jumped out of her skin when she saw they were walking into the police station.

What an idiot! Is he actually going to file a police report on those three men, with a girl that he’s attempting to kidnap? Claire followed him inside and stood back to eavesdrop as he approached an officer sitting behind bulletproof glass.

“Can I help you sir? Are you in need of medical attention?” the officer asked.

“Yes, officer. Well- No, I don’t need medical attention. I’ll be fine.” The man gingerly felt a bruise under his eye and winced. “No, I just wanted to see if you could help find this girl’s mother…”

What the absolute fuck?

“… she was near the intersection of Davis and thirty-second…”

He fought off three men for this girl? Really?

“… she said she just moved to the area and hasn’t memorized her address, nor her mother’s new phone number…”

Claire sat down shakily. Her entire worldview about men was shattered. All the hairs on her body stood on end as gooseflesh peppered her skin, causing a tingling sensation all over that made her shiver.

“Can I help you, miss?” a female officer suddenly asked Claire.

Claire shook her head. “No, I’m just waiting on him,” she said, pointing to her mystery man.

Behind the desk, the officer asked for the man’s license. Receiving it, the officer compared the picture on the license to the man standing before him. “Thank you, Steven. I just need to make a copy of this and then we’ll need a signed statement…”

The officer at reception was joined by another, who whispered in his ear. “Yeah,” he responded. Turning to Steven, the officer once again asked, “Sir, can you please confirm that you don’t need medical attention? Is there anything else that you would like to report?”

Steven shook his head. “No sir.”

Claire’s heart thumped rapidly in her chest now. I can’t let this guy get away. Claire openly checked him out. Not a bad looking dude, black eye and busted lip aside. Seems to be well built. He’s certainly active and physically fit. What is wrong with me? I hate men… Don’t I? She zoned out as she idly observed the lost girl being escorted away through a door requiring badge access, leaving Steven at the counter with the officer. Steven himself was led through a different door a minute later.

Claire’s phone rang. It was the police, following up on her call. They said they didn’t find anyone matching the descriptions she gave and asked her to confirm her location. She said she was at the police station, then she was informed that the police station was west of her original location, not east. She told them it didn’t matter anymore, and after a few minutes of explanation, she hung up.

Her mind a whirl, Claire struggled to make sense of everything. Lost in thought, she was unaware of how much time had passed when she saw Steven entering the lobby.

“Thanks again, Steven,” a female officer said, smiling, as she held the door open behind her. “Just so you know, we found Marie’s mother. She’ll probably want to thank you-”

“-That’s not necessary,” he interjected. “I don’t know them, and…” he trailed off, shrugging.

The officer let the door close behind her, and she took a step towards him. “Listen,” she said quietly as she let her gaze drift over his body casually, “you’re a good man, and she’s going to be… incomplete… until she is able to thank you. Especially after what Marie told us about the men that attacked you, and how you fought them to prevent them from taking her. The choice is yours as to whether or not we give her your information, but I urge you to reconsider. Please.”

“Well… ok, I guess.”

“Great,” the officer said, smiling. “I’m sure she’ll be contacting you soon. Take care of yourself, Steven.”

He waved and turned to leave. “You too.”

Abruptly, Claire found herself face to face with the target of her newfound lust. She stared hungrily at him. Steven blinked, then shyly nodded his head curtly before turning to walk away.

“You,” she said.

He stopped, looked around, then pointed at himself. “Me?”

Nodding, she said, “Sit.”

Confused, he cocked his head to the side and scrunched his eyebrows at her.

Claire nodded to the empty seat next to her. Thankfully, the shy young man sat down. Now for the hard part. She had no idea how to seduce men, having no experience with it before.