Author’s Note: This was a story I just made up by my own imagination; in the process I came to a cross road. I wanted to make it about “forced sex” but at the same time I wanted to make it less violent, I decided on making it more about girls being seduced instead of a more violent tactic. I made a chapter one but there won’t be another unless it’s okay in the ratings. If you see anything that needs improvement, that’d be cool if you’d comment but what ever.
Introduction
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ead center of the Black Forest, Wilhelm sits in the shade of an ancient pine. He gazes out in awe of such beauty.
The wind blows through in the form of a gentle breeze, the sky is the most vivid shade of blue, scattered with seemingly wafer thin clouds. The small mountains covered in lush green grass and thick patches of pine and birch trees, a mass of green. It can only be described as bucolic bliss.
He’s dressed in a black cloak which flaps in the wind, his long blonde hair flows in the wind. His emerald green eyes shimmer with the golden light of the sun as he grasps a pad of paper and a bottle of ink. His face is only slightly narrowed, still having much youth. He wears a very calm expression for he is calmed by this forested mountain range.
As he begins to draw a thoroughly detailed portrait of this lush landscape, he realizes his surroundings beginning to change.
“Could rain be comin’?”

“Lord Wilhelm, I fear rain is on its way!”

“Oh jolly good, there are few things I appreciate more than a good rain! Come, sit on my lap and watch the clouds pass!”

Wilhelm’s eyes narrow in an almost deceitful way as he talks the young messenger into taking a seat. She reluctantly creeps forward in preparation for the deed he has asked for, her intuition telling her of boyish seduction. Alas, it is true—she is being seduced in the worst way—a servant given an order to sit on her boyish master’s lap.

Before even sitting on his lap, she can seem to imagine his hard cock poking into her ass. Her cheeks swiftly reddened with blush as she ponders something so intimate. She’d never had such a feeling—an odd awkwardness and a strange yearning—she wanted his hard prick to be plunged into her and yet she shuttered at such thoughts at the same time. She felt as if he had sprouted some phantom limb and is arousing her until she does as he asks.

“B-but master…how could I—a virgin lass of 14—tickle your fancy?” she blurts out nearly dying of embarrassment after realizing what she’d just said. “What’ve I said?” she ponders.

“Have a seat and I shall show you how.” He answers back as he unbuttons his pants.

His flesh appears to be a pasty gray under the light sent forth of the gray clouds. His vividly colored long blonde hair seems to have been deluded, now an ashy blonde. He wears a devilish smirk as he sets his pad of parchment paper to the side and a light rain begins to fall. It’s pushed by a moist wind which rustles the leaves and chills bare flesh.

Just as she’s about to lower her self onto his lap, her dress is suddenly ripped from her body. She instinctively tries to cover her self.

“Don’t worry; I shall buy you a better one, my dear, Wilhelmina.”

“I am flattered at your offer master Wilhelm, but…this, this is adulterous.”

Yanking her down, she falls sprawled atop him and before she can even cry out in the least, he presses his lips to hers, making her eyes widen in surprise.