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. I struggled at first, and he responded by grabbing
my neck again as if to choke me. I immediately stopped fighting. "If
you cooperate, I won't hurt you, Caitlyn..." He was taunting me with his
voice, making obvious implications that I could no longer deny. I lay
frozen, as he progressed through each step: tying my other arm,
pulling my pants down over my ankles and off, laying his body over my
legs and my thighs. Each step, he repeated his appreciation of me,
"So-o-o-o-o pretty....So-o-o-o-o pretty." As he lay on top of me, he
whispered in my ear, "Just cooperate Caitlyn, I won't hurt you..." He
was using a soothing, softer voice, trying to calm me. Instead, my
breathing quickened again. Being so vulnerable, not able to make any
choices, being so helpless...he liked it, and was getting turned on by
it. So was I. Yet I fought to not let it show.
"I won't hurt you..." he repeated, as he traced the form of my legs
with his rough hands. "This is what ALL you women want, isn't it?!!"
He lifted his body away from me, leaving me wondering what he'd do
next. Then I felt his knees near my shoulders. "I want to feel those
pretty lips!" he sneered. Then, taunting me, "Cooperat
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