Breaking Miranda by mandia

A literotic sexstories: Breaking Miranda by mandia ,

Chapter one (I excluded a lot of the details of how Kaleb and Miranda formed a deeper relationship before they met) It will explain in the middle of the first chapter. I may add them in when the story is over. This is a love/rape/kidnap/forced fantasy story. This first chapter is very sweet and light. As the chapters go on things will be explained, why he needs to rape her etc. There is no consensual sex until the last chapter. This will probably be a novel size story because there are so many details to cover.

As I said, Kaleb breaks her in during these first chapters but it does get gory a little later on. Kaleb does love her and is a very wise and patient type. You guys will all grow to want to fuck both Kaleb, and Miranda. If you like the more evil type rapist then Tony will be your guy. She will eventually grow to love him back. So keep reading!

I sat there staring blankly at the screen. Horrified of what was going to happen now that I agreed to let him come. Come here, to my home. Was I crazy? I must be fucking mad. As horrified at I was of this prospect, I was…excited. I need him. I need to have him. I sat there swatting down these damning thoughts down and they would just come buzzing back again.

It all started around six months ago. My boyfriend Jake and I were sitting on the couch. We were watching a movie, cuddling in each other’s arms. Same old shit. It’s around 9pm on a warm summer night in June. All of a sudden he jumps up and looks at me in alarm.

“Shit, I’m late” he says.

“What the fuck could you possibly be late for” I say with irritation in my voice.

“I have to go to meet Joe at the bar”

I wanted to be mad at him but those dimples, blue eyes and dark hair made it so difficult. Oh yeah, and the fact that I secretly wanted him to go.

Just between you and me; Jake is my lifeline. We have been in love since we were 16 years old. We both had to deal with a lot of shit in this life. We met waiting in the school counselor’s office with one of those awkward “Why are you here?” questions. That same night we met up and hung out at the beach. We must have talked all night about our problems. Alcoholic father, dead mother, neglect; it seems too crazy to be true that we had so many tragedies in common. We became each other’s support. We needed nothing else. Well, except an ass load of friends and a mountain of drugs.

Funny, you could say he was bad for me but to tell you the truth; I could have been much worse off. For one: he is the only guy I’ve ever slept with. I was headed to having the same relationship with men that a fat girl has with Twinkies. I had no mother. I had slutty friends (I dare you to find non-slutty friends in a public high school in Chicago). I had an ex Marine dad who’s only emotion was; Where Is My Fucking Bottle Anger tm. Oh yeah, four older brothers. They may have sheltered me for a while, but I was just reaching the point of outsmarting them when Jake came along.

When I turned 18, Jake and I were outta there. With my daddy’s credit cards and guilt money, combined with Jake’s drug money, we had the life. We got a beautiful apartment on the lake. We had the best parties and coolest friends. We had each other. By day it was business; phone calls, baggies, counting money. By night it was playtime. We didn’t party like those idiots on TV, we partied like us. No fights, no drama, and no idiots allowed. We took that rule seriously. Our favorite place was the beach. A bunch of us would sprawl out around the fire. Arms, legs, bottles, laughing…

Jake was a sensitive soul. He wasn’t one of those rough and rigid types. I did love him but sometimes I felt more friendship between us than raw animalistic heat. I on the other hand am a Gemini. Have you ever met a Gemini before? Well needless to say I am all over the place. I am very smart, extremely into knowledge, knowledge of…Anything. I frustrate my friends by correcting them all of the time. I am also an endless jokester. Sometimes I push people so far that they actually get angry with me, and I revel in that anger. There is something sadistic about me combined with an endless empathy. I love to get high. I love to be scared. I love rain. You know that song; I’m only happy when it rains. I think sometimes I am happier in the rain than anywhere else.

Anyways back to me staring at my computer screen in horror. Yep, I had been having a fling online for a few months. Around six damn months now. You see, it didn’t start off that way. I didn’t want a “fling”. I am happy with my life. I am happy with Jake. At least that’s what I tell myself all the time now. I saw this guy typing to a friend of his in metal chat01 on the Yahoo rooms. He was talking about joining the army. I just had to say something…Yes I am an anti war activist. I even attend the Dove peace rallies here in Chicago. I don’t just attend; I donate 100% of my time when they are in town. So you see, I had to IM him or I wouldn’t be rep-in my cause. Ha-ha. After a steaming four hour argument we began to just, I don’t know, click.

After a few weeks of talking we decided to exchange pictures. Oh my god what a beautiful farm boy he is. His name is Kaleb. He has the most beautiful face I have ever seen, Picture Travis Fimmel with a slimmer physique. Turns out he was one of the richest descendants of a ranch in the beautiful state of Washington. We are opposites in the looks department (well in every department). I am small and petite. I am half Spanish and half something else. Who knows? I am not very dark skinned but I have very black long hair. I always considered myself pretty but hated my brown eyes and wished for boobs. City chick who loves pot and peace rallies, meet aggressive country boy who likes guns.

After the picture exchange, we decided to talk on the phone. I would wait for Jake to leave so I could grab the phone. We could talk for days if we had the time. I am not conservative but having only been with Jake, I was inexperienced and shy. We could talk about anything. We would laugh and tease each other about everything. He thought it was cute that I was so avid about peace and that pissed me off. He called me city girl and he would laugh when I called cattle, “cows”. I would laugh when he talked about “Cows”. We would fantasize about what it would be like to meet each other. Seemed innocent enough, right?

One day sitting on the bed he jokingly told me to take my pants off (at least I thought he was joking) He said it in a teasing tone. I laughed and said
“Yeah sure, that would look great to have Jake burst in here and see me pants less with a phone.”

“So are saying you want to?”

My cheeks got red.

“Take them off. Come on babe. You want to.”

“Kaleb, please…I can’t do that.” I retreated.

“Do it, now.” He advanced.

“No, Kaleb…I can’t. Jake could be home any minute.” I pleaded.

“Dump him”

I laughed “Yeah dump him, why didn’t I think of that.”

“I’m serious Miranda, I want you so bad. I am so fucking hard right now. I want to be with you.”

“I want to be with you too, but you are 2,000 miles away.”

“Take them off for me babe; I want you to cum for me.”

Feeling more than a bit embarrassed, I took my pants off. I couldn’t help but feeling…out of control of myself. I did what he said. I listened to every direction he gave me intently. I listened to his strong, sexy voice command my body against my wishes. Finger’s deep inside of me, pretending it was his hard cock fucking the life out of me.

“I’m going to cum in that tight pussy soon, I don’t care what you say, I am going to have you.” He moaned into the phone as he stoked himself.

“FUCK” I yelled. “He’s home, shit.” I got up and threw my pants on as fast as I could. I threw the phone into the laundry basket just in time for my boyfriend to walk through the door of our room.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Jake asked.

“Just not feeling well babe, that’s all.” I guiltily walked over to him and kissed him sweetly on the cheek.

(For the sake of the short story that I am writing before bed I am skipping over how the rest of the relationship forming into a serious one. If I ever write the full story there will be a lot of good stuff here including a bunch of arguments between Jake and Kaleb and a third guy- Jake’s best friend.)

Back to the beginning; staring blankly at my computer screen in horror at his beautiful face on cam.

“Babe, you said I could come. You said you broke up with him. You said you were MY girlfriend now. Why do you have that stupid look on your face?”

“I, I…I am just excited” I lied. “I can’t believe you actually did it”. I reached into my Altiods box and grabbed the biggest joint I could find. Shit I am in a lot of trouble. I lit it and sucked in the biggest hit my lungs would allow. I looked up at the little heart shaped cam perched on my desk and blew out.

“When I get there you are going to stop smoking.” He said sternly.

“Yeah, right” I laughed. I liked an assertive man but have never been good at following orders.

“When are you going to be here?” I asked cautiously.

“Soon, babe. Don’t worry.”

“Look, Kaleb. I don’t think this is a good idea right now.” I panicked.

“Hey, I can’t really talk now; I gotta catch my plane in a few hours so I’m going to finish packing. Love you babe. I’ll be there soon.”

“Wait…Please, we have to talk” I pleaded.

“No. It’s going to be fine. See you soon. Get some sleep.”

Ugh why did I give him my address? He had a way of talking to me. I would say anything he told me to say and wonder about my stupidity later. I knew he was planning to come but I thought I had more time to break it off before then.

As the screen went dark, sheer panic set in. What the hell am I going to fucking do? You see, I loved everything about Kaleb. I needed our nightly sessions so badly I would kill for them. I couldn’t say no to him, so I lied. I lied to both of them. I was about to be caught up in my own huge web of lies in a few hours. I was about to meet the guy of my wildest dreams. I was about to lose one (or both) of my boyfriends. Shit. I what the hell is going to happen? My thoughts raced. My heart raced. It’s time to tell the truth.