Mandy and Danny by ThankHeaven
Discover the seductive journey of Mandy and Danny in this enticing erotic sex story by ThankHeaven. Dive into their passionate encounters and explore the depths of desire that ignite their connection. Perfect for fans of romance and steamy narratives, this tale promises to captivate your imagination!<br/>
Mandy is unexpectedly confronted on her way home. IMPORTANT WARNING: First and foremost, PLEASE READ THE TAGS! If any of the content in those tags might upset you, it’s best to avoid this story. Seriously. You might find it distressing and feel inclined to complain about its nature. If you DISLIKE even ONE OF THE TAGS, PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS.
Secondly, and even more critically, this is entirely a work of FICTION, and I do NOT support or endorse any real-life actions depicted here! The creators of Die Hard are not actual bank robbers; it’s SIMPLY A STORY.
NOTE: The tags cannot convey emphasis, so let me highlight the themes of extreme, violent rape and humiliation.
While the other tags are accurate, this is primarily a story about brutal, remorseless, unrelenting rape and abuse.
New readers are directed to “Mandy and Daddy” for some insight into Mandy’s typical home life.
Mandy and Danny
It was Wednesday, and on Wednesdays Mandy’s daddy worked late. She said goodbye to her best friend, Jenna, and began walking home, thinking about what she would cook for daddy.
It was October, and the sun was low in the sky, casting long shadows and yellowing light.
Mandy never saw them coming. One boy grabbed her by the hair with one hand and slapped his hand over her mouth while another pulled up on her ankles. She tried to struggle, but the hand was wrapped in a sweaty t-shirt, muffling her screams and thwarting her bites.
The sides of the main road were heavily wooded, with no trails and thick undergrowth.
No-one walked any dogs or went for a run back in this highway forest, and the two boys, Danny and Trey, had found a clearing when they were only nine, a secluded patch of grassy mud hidden among the trees, where no-one would bother them.
When they arrived the boys dropped her legs. She began to kick, but the first one put her in a headlock and forced her into a sitting position.
The one in front of her pulled out his pocketknife and held it to her cheek, the metal cold and sharp and terrifying. “Now,” the other whispered, his breath hot, his tongue caressing her ear as he spoke, “Nobody on the highway can hear you, so you’re just going to annoy us if you keep screaming.
How about you be quiet and do what we say, and we’ll leave both your ears attached to your head, eh?” He kissed her neck passionately, sucking and biting, like her daddy sometimes did, and she started to cry.
Danny could feel her trembling in his arms, and he could feel his erection growing harder and harder. He was three years older than Mandy but since the first time he saw her, he had found her gorgeous in a shy, antisocial sort of way.
Her eyeliner was heavier and darker than what was in fashion, her skin was purposely pale, and her clothes tended to be loose-fitting. She made an excellent contrast to the last girl they had taken to this secluded spot in the woods: Tara, the head cheerleader from Danny’s own eighth-grade class; a tan, blonde, athletic girl. All the boys wanted her; only Danny and his best friend Trey had had her.
Danny smiled at the memory: they shared a class, but Tara was still afraid to look at him.
Mandy tried to stifle her crying for a moment, and managed to stammer out: “Wh-what do you want?” She didn’t know what to do, but someone was kissing and biting and fondling her and it wasn’t her daddy, and it was making her sick to her stomach.
Danny smiled again at the question. He slid one hand down to cup her tiny breast.
“We want you to be a good girl,” he whispered, and then more loudly: “Now let’s get to work.”
Trey traced the knife gently down Mandy’s cheek to her breastbone and pulled her baggy t-shirt collar down to expose her bra. He slid the knife under it and, with one upward pull, cut the center strap. He withdrew and Danny pulled her shirt off over her head, exposing her small, barely-developed breasts.
“You see,” Danny said as he caressed the tiny mounds, playing teasingly with her nipples, “You’re gonna be a very good girl, or we’re gonna cut you into little pieces.” Tara had been an athletic girl, and the same age as Danny; Mandy was just so small, and it was making Danny harder and harder.
Mandy’s heart pounded. He was touching her in places that belonged to her daddy, and she wanted him to stop, but she was too afraid to move. The two boys were much older, in eighth grade at least.
She had never been so afraid.
The boy behind her let go of her neck and stood up, but before she could move he lifted his leg and brought his brown, mud covered boot down on her chest, catching her right breast with his heel, forcing her down into the wet, grassy dirt. She could barely breathe, and the pain as the thick tread crushed against her tiny nipple was excruciating. She let out a scream, but quickly stifled it – but not quickly enough.
The boy glared at her and lifted his boot off her chest – and brought it back down on her throat.
He pressed his foot down, but not with all his weight. Her gurgling, choking cough caused his erection to pulse, and he laughed as her skinny arms flailed against his leg. He pressed down harder, making her face turn shades of purple. “Are you ready to be a good girl?” he asked, casually examining his fingernails.
She nodded.
Her daddy had always taught her to be a good girl, and she had always tried her best. She didn’t know what she had done, but she started to think that these two boys were hurting her because she must have been bad. Yes, she thought – it was the only explanation. She had been a bad girl, and just like daddy had told her, life punished bad girls. Tears began to fill her eyes.
She only wanted to be a good girl.
Trey hastily removed his pants and underwear while Mandy squirmed under Danny’s boot. He cut the button off her jeans and wanked them off, tossing them in a pile on top of her shirt. He kneeled over her and sat heavily on her chest, straddling her head. “C’mon, Danny, let up. I wanna see her lick my balls,” he said. Danny pushed down again, hard, before removing his foot.
“Don’t be too slow,” he warned her, and stepped away to begin undressing.
Mandy gasped for air, but the boy on her chest grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head upward. She let out a tiny mewl of pain – her scalp still burned from being carried by her hair into the woods. But once she recovered, she was secretly a relieved. Her face was pressed hard into the boy’s sack – and she knew what to do, now.
Her daddy had told her exactly how to be a good girl.
She flicked her tongue out a little teasing at first. Then she sucked on the loose skin, then opened her mouth wide and began tonguing them all over, just the way her daddy liked. She played her lips across the wrinkled, downy skin, feeling the boy’s cock pulse, just like her daddy’s when she did a good job.
Trey looked down in wonder. Tara had been clumsy, awkward with her mouth. This little girl was amazing.
His cock grew harder and harder, and to his amazement she reached up and started stroking his shaft, tugging with the perfect amount of pressure. He let go of her hair in astonishment.