Cursed - Part 1

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Cursed<!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--><!--[endif]--> Emma turned and ran, her heavy breathing sounding above the silence that grasped the alley. She dared a sharp look behind her, saw nothing, and continued her relentless sprint down the road. Her long brown hair billowed out either side of her head, contrasting with her milky pale skin. The look of sheer fright only added to the image of the vulvnerable virgin, running from something in sheer terror. The long dress clung tightly from her body, sticking to her breasts with the wetness of rain. Her curved figure was truly magnificent, with her delicate nipples jutting out from the breasts, and her perfect arse from behind. Emma turned at the next corner, only to find her worst nightmares become reality. A man stood there, and had plainly seen her. <!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--><!--[endif]-->Stop! The man roared, stepping closer. His long hair was styled well, matching his equally stylish suit. He walked quite slowly, confident even for upper-class, as he approached the now still Emma. Strangely she had stopped, instantly, and he seemed glued to the spot. As the mad approched, he ran his eyes over her figure, spending a moment taking in her unquestionably attractive body. Her eyes grew wide with fear, and he cheecks began to blush wildly.<!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--><!--[endif]-->Whatever happens, you shalt not move, my whore.<!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--><!--[endif]-->He extended a hand, and ran his fingers through her hair. She faintly shuddered, but there she remained, rooted to the spot. The man's hand contined down the body, reaching the hips and then stopping. He grinned, his good looks noticeable in the dying evening light,<!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--><!--[endif]-->Open your mouth, he uttered, staring deeply at her dark red lips. They glistened slightly, and as she opened her mouth, he urged his finger into her mouth. And now suck, as if it were my cock<!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--><!--[endif]-->He stood content, as the virtually motionless girl, of no more than 17 sucked his fingers, working vicously with her tongue, her smooth mouth providing mist lining for his finger. <!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--><!--[endif]-->And now stop! It seems what my thoughts told me were only too true. You are indeed cursed, to eternally be the slave of others. I heard you were blessed the gift of complete obedience. That may have all been good and well when your gormless mother needed you to stop crying when you were in nappies, but now you have, shall we say,