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#Abuse #BDSM #Rape #Teen
By GranolaStar
I can teleport. I’ve used it to make money, see the world, but most importantly, have fun with women.
This is the story of how I use my ability to teleport to fuck women, as the summary mentions. I could go into detail and tell stories about how I became aware of this ability and how I learned to control it and all of the fun things I did when I figured it out (some sexual and some not), but I’ll save that for a later time if people are interested.
I’m going to focus on what I’ve been up to lately. Just a warning, it does get darker as time goes on. But to catch you up to speed, I figured out how to gain enough wealth to live a very comfortable life. It was a lot of fun, too. But after a while, I got pretty bored. Money does buy you happiness, but only for a while. I even became pretty good at using my ability to charm women into bed. No, I didn’t tell them or show them my ability, I’m not that dumb. I used it to get into their house. Once in, I could find out enough about them to talk my way into their pants.
And it worked really well. Being charismatic also helped, but it sped up the process of getting laid by a lot. After I got pretty good at it, I got bored with that, too. I decided it was finally time to step it up a notch. Talking to these women, researching what they liked, it was taking too long. And every time I succeeded, the reward felt like it was worth just a little less than the last time. So instead of talking to the women, I figured I would just take what I wanted.
This is a good time to go through the rules of teleportation with you. I can teleport anywhere as long as I can see it. Technically, if a description is good enough and I can imagine it well enough, I can do it that way, too. But it’s much harder and I’ve only done it a handful of times. That’s why photos are worth a thousand words. So you might be curious on how I am able to teleport into a woman’s house. Has your home ever been listed for sale online? Is it on Google Maps? Because that’s usually all it takes. Once I can see the house, I can teleport inside of it. If I’m lucky, I can find interior photos of the house online and go straight in. I can also teleport items or even other people. It was something I had to learn to do, and the more mass I’m teleporting, the harder it is to do. But teleporting myself and another person was a breeze.
Now for the rules I’ve set for myself. I never teleport somewhere if there’s a chance someone else will see me pop into existence. Not unless I’m prepared for it and concealed, that is. I also try not to mess with women in my hometown. Less chance of me being identified if I can target a women from further away.
Before I get to where I’m at now, I’ll start off by telling the story of my first time spicing things up. I sort of had a plan. Well, more like a rough draft, but it was enough to get me excited about it. I was going to drive out of town and find a girl I liked. Then all I had to do was find out where she lived. Nothing too out of the ordinary of what I was used to doing already. And that’s exactly what I did. I’m going to change a few details of the story to keep the woman’s identity ambiguous for my own sake.
I found a cute blonde working at a coffee shop. It was still early morning, but the place was busy. She was thin and honestly average tits and ass. It was hard to tell because of her hoodie and loose jeans, but she had a cute face. I assumed she was a local college student since her hoodie had the school’s logo on it. But she was my type, at least as far as looks go. After I left, I went straight to my house, even though it was about an hour away. I swapped cars since she had probably seen the one I was in already. I drove the entire hour back and parked in a gas station next to the coffee shop. Now all I had to do was wait. Eventually, her shift was over and I watched her get into her car and head out. I followed her in my car, making sure to stay far enough back that it wasn’t suspicious.
I followed her all the way to her house and bingo, that was all I needed. I didn’t even slow down when I saw her pull into the driveway. I continued driving and went all the way back home. So I knew what she looked like and where she lived.
Now my first idea was to pop in, do what I wanted, and pop back out. But the logistics behind that can be tricky. Sometimes they live alone, sometimes they don’t. It’s best not to chance it. I thought ahead for this.
So when I had my house built, I requested a storm room in the basement. It’s solid concrete with thick walls. I had another company come in and install some high-security doors. I told them I was going to use it as a home safe. And that’s not entirely wrong, with how I acquire money, it made sense to have a safe and secret place to store some of that. But since my idea to spice things up, I opted to update it with some new features.
From the inside, you wouldn’t even know there was a door. It’s a decent sized room, but not overly large. I outfitted the interior with a bed sporting some welded shackles. Next to that was a table with an assortment of toys and other “fun” objects. But most importantly, I had an opaque fabric blindfold.
I’m sure you’re already familiar with where this is going. That night, I had everything prepped and ready to go. I teleported outside the girl’s house. It was dark out and this is where I put on my ski mask. As soon as my identity was concealed, I teleported inside her home. The lights were off, it was late enough that she would probably be asleep given she wakes up early for work.
I tip toed through the unfamiliar floor plan until I came upon her room. Her door was open, and I could see her fast asleep on her bed all alone. I snuck up to her without making a sound. This part is where things can get messy, because there’s no way for me to teleport her without her knowing. The feeling someone gets when they teleport for the first time is equivalent to that of stepping off of a trampoline after jumping for an hour combined with finishing a roller coaster ride. It’s not bad after you get use to it, but the first few times can be really disorienting, doubly so if you’re asleep and not expecting it.
I reach out and make contact with her arm. I teleport us both into my vault of pleasure. I quickly try to shackle her wrists as she suddenly awakens in a state of panic and loss of equilibrium. It’s not hard given she’s pretty clueless as to what’s happening. It doesn’t stop her from screaming, however. That’s okay, that’s what the thick walls are for.
I get her wrists clasped in and move down to her ankles to do the same. Now she was totally locked into place. She was wearing an oversized t-shirt and some panties, but nothing else. It makes it easy to kidnap them while they are in their sleep attire.
I reached over and grabbed the blindfold to put it on her. Of course her head is thrashing about trying to stop me. Her bindings also don’t stop her from yelling at me to let her go, so I put a rag in her mouth to at least muffle her for my ears’ sake. Other people can’t hear her, but I could and I wasn’t trying to have a headache during this. With a little bit of struggling, I’m able to get the blindfold on her. Now I can finally take off my ski mask and really take in the sights.
And just like that, this cute blonde was bound to the bed and I had full control. I wanted to really savor this moment since I’ll never have it again. Not with her, anyways. I didn’t speak to her, there wasn’t any point. I knew I wasn’t going to reason with her, so I might as well just have my fun. I grabbed some scissors from the table and slowly began cutting her shirt, starting from the bottom and working my way up.
Her muffled cries became a little louder as she figured out what was happening. I get to the top and finish the cut. I did the same for each of the arms and I slid the fabric off of her. There she was, now down only to her panties. I was right, she had average or even what some might consider smaller boobs. I didn’t mind, her skin was perfect and creamy white. She wasn’t tan, but not pale, either. Her skin had soft pink undertones. Her nipples were perky and matched her light pink lips, but there was another pair of lips I was interested in.
I used the scissors to remove her panties and pull them off. She was now completely nude. At first, she thrashed around until her movements transitioned into a wiggle at best. I didn’t even bother touching her yet. I figured I would just look at her perfect body while she tired herself out some.
Her pussy was exactly what I had hoped for. A tight slit with really thin lips. She clearly shaved on a regular basis, because there was no pubic hair in sight. While I let her settle down, now was a good time for me to start matching her outfit by taking my clothes off. I stripped down and just decided to stroke myself while looking at her to get ready. Now that I was nice and hard, it was time for the next step.
I had some body oil ready on the table. I grabbed it and began to pour it on her stomach. She flinched at the initial feeling of liquid hitting her bare skin. I slowly began to rub it along her stomach, working my way up to her tits. Each one fit perfectly in my palm. I massaged the oil over her tits and rubbed her nipples between my thumb and finger. I moved down and did the same to her thighs and then up in between her legs. Now that she was a little more calm (not calm in the traditional sense, but calm relative to how she started), I decided to see what would happen if I removed the gag.
“Pease, please, please, please…” she said over and over in a whisper for what seemed like ages. I didn’t speak back to her. I continued to rub her crotch, this time putting a little more pressure on her clit. She flinched again. “Please, my name is Amanda, I have a family. I don’t want this, please, let me go.” Her thoughts were racing and she said anything to try and relate with me enough to let her go.
I began to rub circles over her clit. Her body responded by involuntarily pushing back against my fingers. She tried really hard not to moan, but I could hear her let just the slightest hint of one out. It didn’t stop her from asking me to stop. Eventually, I stuck my fingers inside of her.
She was tight, but I slid my oiled up finger straight inside of her with ease. This time it was a little harder for her to conceal her moan. I moved in and out of her, slowly picking up a little speed with each stroke. She kept talking.
“Please, don’t… I’m only seventeen.” I had stopped at the peak of my fingers all the way inside of her cunt when she said this. She must have sensed that had an effect on me when I stopped, so she continued on about her age. “I’m a minor, please, don’t do this to me…” she whispered in a panic.
Part of me was curious if she was just saying anything to get me to stop. Fortunately, it wouldn’t be hard for me to confirm this. I put my ski mask back on (but I remained naked otherwise) and teleported back into her bedroom. It was just as we left it and nobody was around. I looked around her room for any type of ID. I found a purse hanging on a desk chair across the room. I looked inside and sure enough, there was her wallet.
I opened it up and found her drivers license. I saw her name, Amanda Smith (again, I have to change some details). I looked at the year. She wasn’t lying. She had just turned seventeen two months ago. I had assumed she was in college because of her branded hoodie, but I guess that doesn’t mean she was of age. It was also summer, so it would make sense that she had picked up a part time job for extra cash. I thought about everything for a moment until I had finally come to a realization.
Why did I care? I was already planning on raping her anyways. And at this point, I had already had my fingers inside of her. As far as I was concerned, I hadn’t done anything worse than I was already planning on doing anyways. In fact, I actually got excited for the first time in a long time. This was going to be new for me. A fresh girl, some underaged pussy… that didn’t sound too bad.
I teleported back to the vault where she still laid. I removed my mask since she was still blindfolded. I looked at her pussy in a new light now. It was forbidden, which made me want it more.
More in part 2. Again, warning, it gets darker as things progress.
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By GranolaStar
#Abuse #BDSM #Rape #Teen
