Disclaimer: This story contains strong nonconsensual themes. It is written purely for entertainment purposes and is not supposed to be acted out in real life. In the real world consent is sexy and should always be mandatory. Please employ due discretion when reading. All characters are fictional and are over 18.
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It had been a long day. Trying to do Shakespeare with the year 9s was always going to be rough but they'd exceeded even Ruby's worst expectations.
Ruby stretched as she pulled the t-shirt off over her head, running a hand through her frizzy bobbed hair. She dropped the shirt straight on the floor, too tired to bother tidying up after herself. She pulled a vest top on after stripping off her bra and trousers. Facing the mirror, she rubbed at her face, noting the dark circles under her eyes.
Really must go to bed earlier
she thought to herself as she padded across the bathroom floor, dragging her feet through into the bedroom.
Ruby flopped heavily onto the bed. She barely had time to pull the duvet on over herself before dropping into a deep, deep sleep.
Ruby awoke a short time later to a strange, restricted feeling. She absently tried shuffling her body, wondering what was hampering her movement. Sleepily reaching her hands up to feel what was blocking her, her fingers met with an unexpectedly solid mass. Her eyes flew open when the mass shifted. She made to scream but a hand clamped firmly over her mouth. A man was bending over her, his knees straddling her waist. She could make out a beard and dark brows but little more in the dim light. "Don't scream" he muttered. With his hand pressed over her mouth, she couldn't move her head, but she felt him reaching for something with his free hand. The cold sharp press of metal at her throat hinted that the object was a knife. Her eyes went wild. "If you promise me to be a good girl and keep nice and quiet, this can stay away. Do you promise?"
Ruby nodded her head slightly and the man reached over to place the knife on her chest of drawers- out of her reach but not his. "That's better now, isn't it?" he said, Ruby noting the silky rumble of his voice now as the spike of fear ebbed. "Let's test that shall we?" The man, not releasing his grip on her mouth, used his other hand to cup Ruby's breast. She snorted with indignation and bucked underneath him. He leant quickly forwards, pinning her left hand up above her head as his other hand pressed harder onto her mouth. "Ah-ah-ah, remember what we agreed now. Nice and quiet. I don't want to bring the knife back, so don't you make me. Ok?" Ruby's defiant glare softened into acceptance as he grasped her breast again. His touch was surprisingly gentle and her nipple began to respond as he stroked and kneaded the soft flesh.