Did1056 Girls Like Me, Part 1

Part one of two. Cheerleader Chloe was one of her high school's beautiful people. She was rich, cool, popular, pretty, and smart. She knew this very well, and was very stuck up as a result. But that attitude was to cost her one day. It began when she walked home from cheerleading practice - still wearing her uniform, her hair tied back in pig-tails - and found herself being followed by a fellow college student named Aaron. Chloe knew him vaguely from class; she had always looked down upon him as being a scruffy, white-trash creep. Just as she was about to enter her yard, Aaron stepped forward and attempted to introduce himself. He had fancied Chloe for a long time, and he was hoping to strike up a friendly conversation with her. But Chloe was not interested. Girls like her simply did not hang out with guys like him. She turned up her nose at Aaron, gave him the brush off with a few choice words, and left him standing while she swept past proudly and went inside her home. For Aaron, it was a horrible rejection. One of many from a string of haughty, rich-girls. It was all too much. Suddenly a long-suppressed rage began to smolder inside him. The only thing that could quench it was revenge upon Chloe. As he headed back to his home, he was already making dark plans about how best to achieve it. He was determined to crush her pride and teach and her a lesson that she would never forget. Sometime later, Chloe was relaxing on her living-room couch. She was in a good mood as she chatted on the phone with one of her college girlfriends. Briefly she mentioned Aaron's clumsy attempt to talk to her. Both she and her friend had a good laugh about it - dismissing Aaron as an weirdo and an insignificant loser in the process. Then having said good bye to her friend, she hung up, stood, and walked across to the kitchenette to get a drink. Suddenly, however, a masked man sprang out - seemingly from nowhere - and grabbed her from behind. It was none other than Aaron. He had forced his way inside Chloe's house, sneaked up close, and pounced upon her when she was most off guard. Now his arms circled the startled cheerleader like bands of steel. There was no chance of her escaping. Instead, her slender, statuesque body was lifted clear off the ground. Her legs kicked and flailed in a desperate but futile instinct to run away. Aaron's strong hand clamped over her mouth - cutting her off mid-scream, reducing her further sounds of distress to a mere muffle. His voice growled in her ear: cooperate or else. Chloe felt her nerves fail. She wanted to resist, but hardly dared to do so. Before long Aaron had taken her back to the living room couch, sat her down, bound both her ankles and both her wrists together with some cord he had brought along, and gagged her mouth with a piece of cloth. Then, in a mocking tone, he pointed out to Chloe that she was now helpless to stop him from doing whatever he wanted with her. The cheerleader did not seem so proud at that moment. In the presence of her menacing captor, she was more a model of meekness - whimpering, trembling, panting nervously. Aaron liked this change in her. But he knew he would have to do a lot more to make it permanent. He lifted her uniform's miniskirt so that he could caress the bare flesh of her long legs all the way to her tops of her thighs and the silky red triangle of her skimpy panties. He then reached under her top and fondled one of her pert tits. This first stage of violation filled Chloe with a new defiance. She began to struggle, and, when Aaron removed her gag, she called him names and demanded he let her go. Aaron warned her again, and emphasized his point by gripping her pig-tails and pulling on them. Chloe got the message. Her last real resistance was gone. Her voice was full of strain as she told Aaron to get and do what he had come to do. All she wanted was for her ordeal to be over and for herself to be left safe and unharmed. From there on in, Aaron was to take full advantage of her. He began by making Chloe give him a blow job. The pretty rich girl grimaced as she parted her lips and reluctantly began fucking them back and forth on her captor's white-trash cock. Aaron made sure she kept at it for a long time; sometimes, and with much roughness, he forced her to suck him so far down to his balls that she coughed and spluttered. By the end of it she was sobbing and sniveling. But Aaron was only getting warmed up.