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Forced Awakening: Forced, Fucked, and Bred Trilogy Part 1 Copyright (c) 2012 by Bree Bellucci
This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author's imagination and used fictitiously.
Adult Reading Material The material in this document contains explicit sexual content that is intended for mature audiences only and is inappropriate for readers under 18 years of age.
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FORCED AWAKENING: Forced, Fucked, and Bred Trilogy Part 1
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Sophie stretched out in the grass, feeling the warm sun on her back. She rubbed her eyes before returning to her novel. She loved having free time like this to do as she pleased. Visiting her grandmother in the countryside always felt like going back in time. There was no pressure of classes or trying to find a job. There was no reception, which meant no technology. Of course her grandmother had a television and computer inside her house, but both were so ancient that Sophie and her brother, Brandon, didn't even bother.
Unable to concentrate any longer, Sophie sat up and brushed some dirt off her long navy skirt. She always wore her grandmother's old clothing when she wanted to lie in the grass. This was the same skirt that her grandmother had worn as a young girl and the material was soft from wear. No doubt her grandmother was weary of Sophie running around like a heathen outside, but she never said so. She only raised her eyebrows disapprovingly as Sophie ran outside to play in the field and climb the trees. Sophie knew that her apprehension had something to do with her grandfather's death.
It had been nearly ten years since her grandfather had died. Sophie had only been twelve and she had loved her grandfather dearly. He was the reason Sophie loved the meadows so much. When she was three, her grandfather had built her a child-sized house on the edge of the forest. It was a beautiful cottage with yellow paint and white shutters. He had lovingly decorated the inside with purple walls and hand carved wood furniture. He had placed small fairy replicas along the outside corners of the house and a few on the inside as well.
Sophie had felt like she was stepping into a fairy tale when she entered the cottage. Her father had carved a small sign above the front door, which read "Dwelling of the Sophie Kimberly." It had been her magical place and Sophie had spent her summers in her play cottage. Even now, Sophie enjoyed crawling inside and sitting on the floor. She was too big for the furniture now and too tall to stand inside. Today, she was lying in the grass right outside the cottage enjoying the beautiful day.
Sophie peered around her shoulder and stared into the dense forest. All afternoon she had a nagging sense she was being watched. She remembered how furious her grandmother had been when her grandfather had first built the cottage. Sophie overheard her grandmother tell her grandfather that he was "tempting fate and they were always watching." She remembered her grandfather smiling down at her and saying, "those days are over now... the fairies will protect and watch over us." Sophie trusted her grandfather explicitly, and she knew he had placed the small fairies around the house to keep her safe.
As a young woman now, Sophie figured her grandmother was talking about wild animals in the forest. While there were many small rules at her grandmother's house, there was only one rule of true consequence. Sophie and her brother were forbidden to enter the forest. Respecting this as an unbreakable law Sophie had never dared so much as to set foot in the forest. Besides, it was so dark and why should Sophie stray when she could relish in the sunshine?
A rustling sound made Sophie jump to her feet.
"Hello?" she called out. She took a few steps closer to the edge, her skirt quietly rustling in the grass. Even though she was wearing a long-sleeve pleasant blouse, she felt goose bumps rise on her arms.
"This is ridiculous," she murmured, picking up her book and turning her back on the forest. Yet again, she heard the rustle and she whipped around and gasped.
Standing only feet from the edge of the forest was a large, russet colored wolf with glowing yellow eyes. Frozen with fear, Sophie stared at the wolf. Its eyes seemed to be studying Sophie, almost human like, and warning bells fired in her head, screaming for her to run. Gaining control of her body again, Sophie stepped backwards slowly. With a sinking feeling, Sophie knew she would never make it back to her grandmother's if the wolf chased her. Her house sat as a small dot atop a hill behind her.
"Please," Sophie pleaded softly. The wolf raised his snout at Sophie and stalked back into the forest. Relief flooded through Sophie and she sank to the ground. Adrenaline was coursing through her veins and she knew she needed to get back to her grandmother's now and quickly. Gathering her wits about her, Sophie stood up clumsily and turned towards the house. And then she heard it. A moan. Soft and aching. It sounded like a man.
"Brandon?" Sophie whispered. Could this wolf have dragged her brother into the forest? Brandon was supposed to be out with her uncle today, but perhaps they had been nearby? She heard the moan again, and it was definitely human. Torn between the rule of never entering the forest and the fear for her brother's safety, Sophie agonized over what to do. The wolf had terrified her but what if Brandon was hurt.
Cautiously, Sophie stepped towards the woods.
"Brandon?" she asked again, this time louder. The moan responded, inaudible. Sophie stepped into the shadows of the trees. Twenty feet ahead she saw a man curled up on the forest floor. He was shirtless and he was wearing some type of crude, brown pants.
"Brandon!" Sophie rushed forwards, her hands outstretched towards her brother. Just before she reached Brandon, he sprang up and Sophie saw in horror that he was not her brother, but a stranger. Unable to stop herself in time, Sophie slammed into the man, who threw her over his shoulder with ease.
"No!" Sophie screamed, beating her fists against the man's back.
"The less noise you make, the easier this will be," the man said darkly.
"Help!" she cried, "Someone help me please!"
But the man was fast and seemed unaffected by her weight as he swiftly carried her deeper into the woods. Sophie screamed again, in vain, but she knew no one would hear her. She thrashed and kicked her legs and beat her fists, exerting every ounce of energy she had.
"Female, you do not want to use all your energy now," said the man, and she heard the dark humor in his voice. The sound made her stomach turn. She went limp against the man, and quickly began devising a way to escape. She felt the man slowly slide his fingers up her legs, under her skirt.
"No!" she cried out, kicking her legs. But he held her legs tight with one arm, while the other arm explored her soft, young skin. The man moaned deeply and he pushed his fingers up to her thighs, feeling her soft flesh. He kneaded his fingers into the skin, moaning in quiet appreciation. Sophie squeezed her eyes shut, cringing from his touch.
Sophie noticed that the man's pace began to slow and it seemed as if he were tiring. Of course he couldn't continue at his pace with Sophie thrown over his body. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Sophie kicked with force and her body hit the ground with a thud. She scrambled to get up and run, but the man was faster, pinning her to the earth.
He smiled, "No need to run, female. You can't escape."
Sophie fought against his weight, but he did not budge.
"I wanted to find a better spot, but this will have to do," he said. Sophie studied the man; under normal circumstances he was probably very attractive. He was tall and broad with large muscles. He had dark auburn hair and dark chocolate eyes with a strong jaw.
"I am Rylan," he said, his voice softer. "I wish you no harm, but I must use your body."
Sophie shrank back in fear. "Please. Please, let me go back and I promise I will forget all of this."
"What is your name?" he asked, ignoring Sophie and running his hands over her arms.
"El-Sophie" she stuttered, turning her face from him.
"Sophie," he said slowly, as if thinking deeply of the name. "Sophie, you are to be mine." Sophie began to cry quietly. "For now," Rylan added darkly. "If you give in and don't fight it, you will take much pleasure from this."
"Please, don't," Sophie, said, openly sobbing. "Please, I'm - I'm a virgin!" she cried. Rylan's eyes widened with desire.
"You are of the virgin maids?" he asked in awe, lust filling his voice.