Emma Watson Gets Hers SeXStoRY

Emma Watson… 16 years old… British… dirty blonde hair (‘was it dyed?’, he thought) down just past her shoulders… blue eyes… firm body. Tyrone looked down at Emma in the trunk of the stolen car and smiled as he thought about all of these things. As her legs were tied tightly back to her wrists, her body was bowed pushing forward her succulent young breasts. Her hair was tied to another rope, bound tightly and preventing any movement at all from the teenager. Emma moaned around the bright red ball gag strapped into her mouth, working her tongue against it hard. She was completely unable to budge it, completely at the mercy of the masked maniac who’d punched her mother in the face and tied her up. She wondered if her mum was okay; she hadn’t had a good look since she’d been spun around and hit. Tyrone slammed the trunk shut, trapping Emma in darkness. Her muscles were already cramping painfully from being tied so stiffly; she realised he must have had a lot of practice to tie her so well, so fast. He reached a gloved hound down to the throat of Mrs Watson and felt a strong pulse. She’d be alright, and all she could tell the cops – if she remembered anything – was that she’d been walking with her daughter to the hire car when a big man in a balaclava had hit her. Tyrone got into the car, pulled off the balaclava, and drove. An hour and a half later and Emma’s muscles were either numb or in a state of total spasming agony. Tears ran down her face in the darkness as she lost increasingly more hope of rescue. She hadn’t noticed the city and highway noise die away, the sounds of nature taking over. When Tyrone pulled up at his cabin he had a boner he thought he could use to knock the door in. Nine steel hard inches of chocolate meat as thick as Emma’s wrist and topped with a purple crown poked out of the waist of his pants and stood up against his t-shirt. He’d fought the urge to pull over in a rest area and jerk off for a couple of hours, but he was smart. He didn’t make mistakes like that. He had a system that had yet to let him down. People saw him as dumb black guy, a stereotypical ‘nigger’, which he hated but could use. He was now a very rich man, which meant he could afford to do what he liked: abduct girls. As he stepped out of the car and adjusted his cock so that the t-shirt covered it, he thought back to his first – a novice nun from the catholic orphanage where he’d been raised. They’d thought he was a “dumb little nigger” too, but he’d never been caught. Novice s****r Bernadette had thought so; he wondered if she still did – last time he’d checked she was still working for the same slave owner in Saudi Arabia, though they no longer sold her as a nun. He opened the trunk and lifted out Emma, being careful not to strain the ropes any further- he didn’t want permanent muscular damage. He carried her through to the cabin, and after fiddling with the keys, locked it shut behind them. Emma could see the outline of Tyone’s cock through the t-shirt; precum was soaking through leaving a small wet mess. The shape was… SO BIG! There was now no doubt in her mind that she’d been taken for ****; before she’d thought she had been k**napped for ransom, for her Harry Potter millions. He took her through into the cabin’s back room and dropped her onto the bed. He took a knife from a large multi-storage unit and deftly cut all of the ropes from his teenage captive. He knew, correctly, that she was far to stiff to move much, but she tried with numb fingers to unclasp the ball-gag straps from around her face. She fumbled uselessly for a few seconds while Tyrone stripped off his clothes until he stood naked at the end of the bed. He held his arms out to the sides, one holding again the knife, while his huge cock stood straight up against his chest. Emma Watson’s feeble sounds and gagged cries excited him greatly. Six foot and four inches tall, 264 pounds of solid muscle and a smoothly shaved bald head against the five foot five inches petite yet curvy form of Emma Watson. He took the knife and began to cut the clothes of Emma, telling her quietly that if she struggled he would not be able to avoid cutting her. She lay totally still, terrified, save for her chest rising and falling rapidly. She looked up into Tyrone’s big brown eyes. They didn’t seem angry, or crazy or cruel. Just normal. She found that more frightening than any of it. When Tyrone cut her panties off she screwed her eyes up tight, unable to face him seeing her in only a silky pink bra. He took that too, leaving her totally naked but for the silver necklace around her throat. Emma’s bush was small, not trimmed, and slightly darker than her hair. Her b**sts were firm enough to sit up roundly on her chest, nipples pointing to the ceiling. She heard him move away, the clink of metal. Emma was crying again, soft sounds that caught in her chest. Tyrone had put the knife back and picked up handcuffs. Emma was still too stiff to resist as he cuffed her hands behind her back, and moved her body into the middle of the bed. Tyrone moved onto the bed, spreading Emma’s legs as his cock slapped against her stomach. Emma still couldn’t believe how big it was. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined being penetrated by something so big… so hard. She was disgusted to find a tiny part of her mind… wanting it. Tyrone hadn’t said anything to her since he’d warned her about the knife. He hadn’t needed to. He only spoke to the girls he abducted when absolutely necessary. He gagged them so they wouldn’t speak to him. Silence was golden for Tyrone. He squeezed her breasts in his strong brown hands and began licking and sucking on one of her nipples. Emma could feel the heat of his body against hers, smell his sweat and arousal. Worse, his mouth felt good on her teenage breasts and her nipples were soon erect and hard as he sucked and licked on then the other, playing with her teen rack with all the experience at his command. Emma blushed deeply, ashamed at the pleasure she was taking from her ****. She couldn’t understand why her body would betray her, and make him think she wanted his hot tongue on her nipples, his hands on her breasts. Tyrone’s balls were heavy with his potent seed. He hadn’t so much as jacked off since his last abductee had been shipped to her new owner in Boston. She’d been pregnant, too, though the archbishop had easily arranged an abortion. He was able to hold off though, to get Emma’s body ready for his big cock. Still working on the increasingly squirming girls breasts he moved one hand down between her breasts. Emma’s eyes opened wide as she felt him rubbing her bl**d-swelling labia through her bush. He slowly pushed a thick finger into her snatch, moving it inside her as he rubbed his thumb around her clit. The new sensations jolted Emma, and she found herself humping her hips against his hand for a second or two before she stopped. None of her pimply teenage boyfriends had touched her like that consensually, so to feel so good at the mercy of a rapist deepened the girl’s shame and horror further. He smiled as her felt her clutching young pussy around his finger, and slipped another one inside her. Tyrone finger fucked Emma’s teenage hole for a few minutes, still slurping on her breasts, before filling his now wet and sticky hand away and rubbing it under Emma’s nose. She smelled her own juices then, her own arousal. The man who’d hit her mother, abducted her and who’d tied her painfully up, was sexually assaulting her and still her body was incredibly turned on. Tyrone shifted his position, placing the large head of his cock against Emma’s wet snatch. He gripped her hips with his hands, and pushed his big black cock into Emma Watson’s tight white pussy. The 16 year old’s inexperienced snatched stretched tightly around the first few inches of conquering black meat. Emma screamed around the gag, arching her back above her cuffed hands, unintentionally forcing even more of Tyrone into her. There was a little pain, due to the sheer size of her rapist’s weapon, but even as her femininity was totally violated she felt pleasure from being full. Tyrone grunted as he worked more and more thick inches into the white girl, stretching her out slowly but surely, knowing how humiliated she would be to physically enjoy an almost tender ****. He had six thick inches inside the girl now, stretching her deeper and wider than anything ever had. He gritted his teeth; the pleasure of Emma Watson’s tight wet hole, her sqeals and the fear in the girl’s eyes were all combining to bring him to climax – but he wanted to get all of it inside her before he did. He rolled over on the bed, bringing Emma with him, and sat her up so she sat on his legs with hers hanging down. She kicked uselessly, the stiffness now gone, as Tyrone felt gravity help slide her down his shaft. He wrapped his thick black arms around Emma and pushed down on her shoulders with his hands, filling her utterly with nine inches of black cock. Both rapist and victim looked down to see where their crotches met, and then Tyrone pulled the gagged girl tightly into his arms and bounced her on his cock. The fast deep dicking Emma Watson received in the black man’s arms brought about a powerful orgasm. She tried to cry “NO!” to stop it, anything but the shameful pleasure of climax… from ****. Tyrone didn’t give a damn about her shame at that point. Her spasming snatch gripped him so tightly he could barely lift her, and with an a****listic roar he came. Tyrone’s neglected balls gave up their stored seed in a series of heavy blasts that Emma, through her orgasm, swore she could feel firing against her cervix. Tyrone thrust as hard as he could, getting his seed as deep into Emma Watson’s body as he could; it usually only took one mating to breed a white girl, and even with Emma’s juices running down his balls and taking semen with it, he realised the squealing, shaking girl was probably already pregnant. As soon as he was finished cumming, he lifted Emma from his shaft and twisted her round. He adjusted his grip, and carried the handcuffed girl upside down across the room. She struggled like a snake, but even if she hadn’t been cuffed there would have been little she could do against his strength. Tyrone shackled her ankles to short chains hanging from the ceiling. He attached the support chains that would spread the weight along Emma’s calves, and idly ran his finger down (formerly up) her thighs, pushing juice and leaked cum back into her twitching fuckhole. Emma’s hair hung down to the floor. She could still feel the jolts of her orgasm inside her pussy. bl**d was already moving to her head, increasing the feeling of lightheadedness her climax had brought. She wondered what kind of filthy girl would get off on being ****d. She wondered what else he had in store for her, only she didn’t wonder long as Tyrone knelt down and removed the ball gag, dropping it to the floor. Emma immediately started to beg, “Pleasemisterdonthurtmeanymo-” Tyrone said nothing in response, simply pulling Emma’s mouth forward and pushing his cock into it. Emma Watson got her first taste of a black man’s, of any man’s sperm, mixed in with the tastes her own teen pussy. She gagged from the taste and the almost overpowering odour. Tyrone didn’t expect to get a good blow job from the young bitch, but this happened to be the perfect angle to fit his cock into a girl’s throat. The sheer tightness of Emma’s gullet would be enough to get him off again. Tyrone was rapidly getting back to full hardness, but he managed to get the head and an inch of the shaft of his cock up into Emma’s tight throat while still relatively spongy. She gagged, convinced she was going to choke to death, as he pushed more in. Tyrone decided this wasn’t quite as hot as seeing her pussy stretched tightly around his shaft, but near as damn it. He loved how it never even occurred to the girl to try to bite as he thrust with short strokes into the red face of the brutally gagged teen. Emma felt the handcuffs biting into her wrists as she pulled on her arms, the bl**d pounding in her head a distant second to the pain of the cock pounding ‘up’ her throat. When Tyrone again took her firm breasts in his hands she gained a little pleasure from his fingers against her nipples, but it was nothing like her vaginal ****. Tyrone felt his sperm rising again and tugged his cock from Emma’s throat. She coughed heavily, shaking in her shackles, as he came again, firing long string blasts of thick white seed across Emma’s bright red face, painting the near convulsing girl with cumshot after cumshot. Emma wanted to speak again, but she was coughing to hard. A blast of sperm right into her open mouth felt like it choked her, and she coughed the slimy seed out as Tyrone took to wiping off his cock and balls with the girl’s hanging hair. She was just about recovered and ready to speak when he pushed the red ball back into her mouth, and strapped it around her upside down head. He knew she’d been up there enough and stood to release the ankle shackles. He let her down gently onto the cabin floor, and watched as his seed started again to flow back out between her thighs. Emma Watson looked fearfully up into the emotionless eyes of her captor; he seemed very tall, very large, with her lying on the floor. His cock was hanging half-soft, but seemed no smaller than the giant pole that had split her own and filled her to the core. Tyrone looked at the clock. With a target like Emma Watson he knew it was necessary to act faster than usual; normally he could have a few days with a girl, but for someone famous… there’d be monetary pressure on the cops to find her. The Sheik’s helicopter was due in almost forty-five minutes, to take Emma first to a private jet and then to a palace in the Middle East. Tyrone had done a lot of business with the filthy old slave keeper before, but he understood that Emma Watson was to be a gift for his nephew, a fan of the Harry Potter movies. Tyrone wondered if they would make her carry his baby to full term, or just have it aborted to keep her ‘in character’. Time to start cleaning her up. Emma saw the big man take hold of his penis again, and wondered what he intended next. When he sighed and began to piss, she closed her eyes and began her gagged protests again. The acrid urine splashed against her face, hot and foul, and then across her firm breasts until Tyrone’s bladder was empty and Emma’s face, hair and breasts were soaked in piss. She blushed as she felt her pussy twitch, almost as if her body enjoyed the further debasement. She just wanted it to end. Forty minutes later after she had been thoroughly washed (save for the cum that still leaked from her pussy), dried and dressed in a replica of Hermione’s Hogwart’s uniform, she sat re-gagged and re-cuffed in a helicopter. Big guards in expensive suits sat either side of her; one had already put a hand up under her skirt and discovered Tyrone had left off her knickers. Further shame. Tyrone watched the helicopter take off, catching one last look of horror from Emma Watson, before setting about destroying all evidence that connected him with the site.