Tristons Piston Chapter ONE by LoddieXnXX

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… It was late that night and Heather went outside to get some fresh air. The
moon was full and beautiful, making it harder to allow Heather to even

think of the mindless things bugging her all day. It was deep in her mind a

feeling of wanting to commit suicide, the thought of her parents divorce

the very thing that led her to this night. The night she would never

forget……

Heather stepped out into the pasture, toward the center of the field where

she would be at the most peace. It was suppose to rain but never did. She

sat down on a old pile of straw that had not been burned yet and looked up

at the beautiful moon. It was close to midnight and slightly cloudy. She

laid back dropping all the weight on pile of straws. That weight of her

body and the weight of everything else in the world that bugged Heather.

She laid looking at the starts until she heard a crack in the distance.

It didn’t bother her much since the night is always filled with raccoons and

coyotes. She laid silently hearing crickets and again a crack in the

ground. It sounded more close this time. Heather sat up to her elbows and

peered around her. Nothing caught her eye. But suddenly she saw it a shadow

lurked in the not far distance.

“Who is there?” she called out softly in a non alarming voice so not to

show any fear. Nothing came back no voice no noise just silence.

“Pete if that’s you stop messing around” she said. Pete was a good friend

of hers that stayed just down the street and sometimes they would meet up

late just to chat.

“I am serious…” She stood up and suddenly felt a firm grasp around her

neck and waist. She grabbed his arm with both her hands and gasped for air

as she squealed ” Let me go asshole” the person who grabbed her was

breathing heavily and holding her tightly and forced her to the ground

binding both her wrists to the ground.

“hush now my little princess, I will not hurt you..much..” His voice was

deep and breath smelt slightly of peppermint and alcohol. Heather laid

there kicking and trying to free her arms.

“Let me go please..please don’t hurt me.” she cried out. But by the body

language this brute man was not going to let up. He grabbed something from

his trench coat. A roll of blue painters tape. He ripped a sliver and laid

it tightly over heathers pretty luscious lips. She fought him turning her

head and even snapped at his fingers. But he succeeded and then grabbed

again in the other side of his jacket for his zippy ties. He forced her on

her belly and laid her hands and feet together and tied them together with

the zip ties. She squirmed and moaned in pain and tears rolled from her eyes

wishing and thinking how she got herself into this mess.

The man finally looked her in the eyes and she had a full look at his face

the moon allowed a scary shadow of his body and she realized just then that

it wasn’t Pete. No it was Triston the man who had been stalking her for two

years. Heather then closed her eyes not knowing if she was going to get her

wish to die or if worse she would be tortured. Heather soon wished that

maybe death wasn’t what she wanted but that she really wanted to be home in

her comfortable bed. Triston grabbed her by her waist and lifted her over

his shoulder and walked her a half mile back to his truck. He laid her

inside the cab and shut the door. Heather could see pictures of herself on

the seat. Photos snapped of her at a birthday party and school, even one of

her at night sitting in her spot with Pete. She began to cry and sob

behind her tape covered mouth. Triston got in on the driver side and closed

the door and started his truck.

“Princess, don’t cry, I promise you will love me I have waited for you for

too long now. Just relax were going somewhere nice and I am sorry about the

tape and binding your hands its for your safety.”

Triston drove what seemed like forever. Heather was soon beginning to fall

into a tearful sleep. All she wanted to dream was of her and her parents at

the county fair.

The truck came to a halt. And Triston jumped out of the truck like a happy

boy who just got a B.B gun for Christmas. He walked around to Heathers side

and opened her door.

“Lets go princess its time. Time for our moment of togetherness. I will

finally make you my girl.” Triston grabbed her up and gently threw her over

his shoulders and started toward a building separate from a house. He took

heather there and went inside. Heather could smell candles and weed smell.

There was furniture and a video camera. She could only think the worst at

this point. He laid her down onto a futon, and went back to lock the

doors.the lights were dimmed and the red light on the camera was the only

light on one side of the room the rest was lit by candle. Triston told

Heather that he would take her tape off as long as she don’t scream. She

nodded and complied. Triston took the tape off gently and told her if she

made a peep he would re apply the tape to her mouth.

“Why..why did you bring me here Triston?” she asked sobbing.

“To make you my girl heather I wanted you since junior high.” He went over

to a cabinet where he slipped into a pear of boxers and a white robe.

“Maybe you would like to have on something more comfortable?” he asked

heather while grabbing out a red silky gown from the same cabinet.

“I want to go home please don’t do this what do you want Triston?”

“How about less talky and get this on you.” He walked toward her and pulled

her legs closer to him sliding her down the futon. He removed her shoes

then her socks.

“Please Triston ill give you whatever you want please don’t hurt me.”

“I can’t think with you babbling on, so here.” He laid a fresh piece of

tape over her mouth to hush her pleads. She then began to sob once more

closing her eyes and accepting the sheer fact that he was going to do as he

will.

Triston continued to undress her removing her pants showing her white laced

boy short panties she recently got at Victoria secrets. He gazed upon her sweet

legs golden tanned from the summers sun. He leaned down to smell her legs

and he whiffed a lotion smell of strawberry mist which instantly helped his

manhood tingle further with excitement. He continued on grabbing a pair of

scissors to cut up the center of her tight top. So not to have to untie

her. He snipped the shirt into two and pulled them away from her body. As

he gazed at such beauty the pure innocents of her untouched body he began

to feel more aroused.He kneeled in smelling her hair of gold running his

hands through the silky threads and closing his eyes to preserve each

scent and feel of her young body. He looked at her and told her to open her

eyes she had no choice but to comply and did as he asked. He winked at her

and smiled. He laid over her gently leaving her legs closed setting his on

the outside of hers and straddled her legs. He leaned in and kissed the

tape where her pretty moist lips would be. She squirmed and turned her head

to the side.

“What princess, what’s wrong I am being gentle and nice the least you could do

is look at me when I make love to you.” Just after that she began to cry

heavily for she knew that meant he planned to do something to her that she

thought would only be when she got a man and married him and wanted

children…not unwillingly taken at 16. He looked at her neck and

with his left hand laid his fingers around it softly cupping her throat in

his hand. He ran his hands down her throat to her shoulder and down her arm

until he got to her elbow. Since her hands were behind her he couldn’t go

further so he went back up to her neck and down to her left breast which

was still covered in a laced bra. He took a deep breath and laid his hand

over her firm perky size c breasts. Heather was fully aware of his growing

manhood which bulged from his shorts touching her legs.She just laid still

giving him no fight yet no satisfaction of the actions he was taking.

Triston then took his scissors and snipped the straps of her bra and pulled

it away from her body exposing each tanned breast. Her nipples stood erect

from the sheer breeze offered by being braless. He then moved down to her

panties cutting the sides and removing her of all garments exposing her

tender body to his eyes. He sat for a second taking in her young body and

then leaned in and kissed her neck bone softly. Heather tried real hard not

to think. She wanted to escape giving him no feedback. She had to fight the

feeling even thought in the back of her mind this was new to her. She had

always wondered what her first time would be like, but not under these

stressful circumstances. Triston continued laying his soft kisses to her

chest moving closer to her cleavage. Every breath he took got deeper and

more erotic. His bulge prodded her legs ad he lay over her. She

still whimpered and sobbed behind her closed eyes and tried to think of

something else. Meanwhile Triston had found his hands over her full breasts

cupping them and caressing them as if he had never enjoyed something so pure

and so delicate before. He laid kisses to each erected nipple only helping

them grow harder beneath his lips. He flicked a tongue out over her left

nipple causing her body to uncontrollably jump reacting to such delights.

Heather just kept pleading beneath her tape covered mouth wishing she could

just be anywhere but here.

Triston soon found her full nipple in his mouth kissing and suckling them

one by one slowly and gently, while caressing them in his big hands. He

then slipped his robe off from his body and all he was in now was his

boxers. He grabbed her up and took her to his bed slinging her naked body

over his flexed shoulder and laying her carefully into his king size bed.

She laid lifelessly. Triston grabbed his scissors and snipped her zip tie

binding her arms together and then the feet.

“Now if you promise to behave I will make this easy for you is that clear

my princess.”

She nodded knowing not to protest against him. Still with her eyes closed

she now lay with her arms to her side and legs still tightly together.

Triston the removed his boxers and went and laid next to Heathers naked

body. Her hands shivered in fear as she lay silently. Triston ran his hand

over her breasts once more. He then went to her feet, grabbed both by the

arch of her foot and pulled her legs apart. Heather felt nervous, knowing

what he might possibly do next she tensed up.

“relax princess this wont hurt a bit I want to spoil your body just give

in.” Triston added a kiss to each toe of her foot and then suckled one of

her pinky toes. Without knowing it heather let out a jolt of pleasure and

her body reacted positively to this pampering not have wanted to she moaned

but played it off with a whimper. The least thing she wanted to do was give

in. Triston the ran his hands to her ankles and kissing the ankle bone and

up the side of her legs one by one. He rubbed them up to her thighs and

laid her legs down. He then crawled above her sliding his knee between

her slightly parted legs to allow his whole body to slip between her soft

golden legs. Heather grabbed the sheets in anticipation her body running

wild with emotions some confusing some nice yet so much with hate and fear

of this man. She was not sure how to react or feel at this point. Triston

taking her reaction wrongfully saw her clench the sheet thinking she

was liking the treatment he had to offer. So he leaned in and kissed her

inner thigh getting a small scent of what hid between her legs. Causing his

manhood to come to a full arousal state.Her body just quivered to each kiss

and her pussy grew wetter and wetter. Triston slid his hands up her thigh

and toward her young peach trying real hard to let out to much emotion

she did lay still and froze up. Triston placed both his hands over her

pussy and split her lips open to view beneath the very precious soul of his

princess. He kissed the outside and then began to lick the clit. All the

while his hands ventured down one holding the lips apart while the other he

slipped one finger in. Heather twitched in pleasurable ways as he touched

her, so angry within herself for allowing it yet she just laid there not

fighting him at all. She freed her mind and waited each moment for what may

come next in anticipation.

Triston gently glided his index finger in and out of her pussy while

suckling her clit feeling her most insides the tightness, the softness, and

the scent of her young womanhood. He slipped a second finger in which made

a snug fit and licked her clit wildly while holding her lips apart and her

thigh squeezing the skin gently to urge her to let go and relax. To her

amazement she relaxed and began to grab Triston’s hair in her fingers running

them through slightly tugging at it. She did not know why she did but it

felt right at the moment. The sheer enjoyment of her pleasurable tingles

wiped away any fear. He fingered her faster and faster as she arched her

body into his face allowing him to her and feeling close to a feeling she

only ever felt through masturbation. A climax was near and Triston could

only feel much more aroused and just went a little faster each time she

gasped or moaned in ecstasy. Heather moaned behind her tape breathing hard

clenching his coarse black hair. Then he did it he made her cum in his

mouth the seeping juices of her womanhood rushed out as he licked it up as

she came down from her high. He withdrew his fingers and let her body lay

in rest. He then got up and grabbed a towel to wipe her up and then he

grabbed her arms and tied a soft rope around her wrists and bounded her to

the bed.

” that is all until tomorrow my sweets you must rest..The best is yet to

come. Goodnight my Princess..Sleep tight.” He covered her body with a satin

sheet and kissed her forehead she cried herself to sleep that night.

Thinking how she enjoyed what Triston had done..yet was so scared and feared

him in the same..which excited her even more. She fell into a deep sleep in

anticipation for what tomorrow would bring.

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