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You're sleeping peacefully in your home, surrounded by the silence of the night. Your parents are out of town for work. The warm summer breeze enters through the open window, somewhat alleviating the stifling heat of the room. However, just as you're about to fall into a deeper slumber, you're suddenly awakened by noises coming from the garden.
You lift your head from the pillow, focusing on the sounds. It seems like someone is taking a swim in your pool. You feel confused and worried: who could be swimming at this hour? In your pool?
As you strain your head toward the open window, the noises become clearer and more distinct. It's faint, but you can hear a clear rustling in the water. Your heart starts to beat faster in your chest as you wonder whether you should peer out of the window to see what's going on, or if it would be better to call the police.
With a mix of fear and curiosity, you approach the window silently, being careful not to make any noise. Then, taking a deep breath, you peek outside.
You see nothing and no one. The garden is shrouded in darkness, and the only sound you hear is the faint rustle of leaves stirred by the nighttime breeze. A sense of terror envelops you as your mind races frantically in search of a plausible explanation.
It could have been just the wind causing the water to move, or perhaps you dreamed that sound while you were asleep. You can feel the rapid beating of your heart reverberating in your ears as you wonder what might be out there, in the darkness of the garden.
Doubting whether to call your parents or to check it out yourself, you find yourself weighing the options. There's a sense of urgency in your stomach as you try to decide which move is the most prudent. It could be someone with ill intentions, but there's also the possibility that it's just a wild animal that has found its way into your pool and is now at risk of drowning.
After thinking it over for a while, you decide not to disturb your parents. You make an autonomous decision and choose to confront the situation on your own. You get up from bed with determination, trying to bolster your courage. You take your cellphone for safety and also a flashlight for more illumination, then you venture out of your room.
With cautious and careful steps, you cross the silent hallway until you reach the back door leading to the garden. The night air is tense as you turn the handle and gently push the door. The garden is shrouded in darkness, but the moonlight faintly illuminates the ground.
In the faint moonlight, you can distinguish the outlines of the trees standing majestically along the garden's borders. The leaves sway gently in the wind, creating eerie shadows that move across the ground. A light breeze brushes against your face as you approach the pool, and the water sparkles faintly under the pale reflection of the moon.
You observe carefully, searching for any sign of movement or unusual presence, but everything seems calm and still, aside from the gentle rustle of leaves and the soft sound of flowing water.
You venture further into the garden, shining your flashlight into the darkness to spot anything out of place, but for now, all you can see is the serene quiet of the night, interrupted only by your own anxious breath.
You approach the pool cautiously, listening carefully for any signs of danger. Your heart beats fast in your chest as you near the water's edge. With a deep breath, you crouch down and peer into the pool, holding the flashlight steady towards the water to better see whatever might be lurking within.
The flashlight's beam illuminates the water's surface, making the sparkling droplets gleam and revealing every tiny detail. You scan with tense eyes, carefully scrutinizing every corner of the pool, searching for any sign of movement or suspicious presence. The silence of the night seems to envelop you as you observe, every small sound amplified by the echo of your concern.
As you emit a sigh of relief, you suddenly feel someone grab your wrist and pull you into the pool. Fear and adrenaline blend within you as you thrash in the dark water, trying to free yourself from your assailant. Every attempt to break free is hindered by surprise and a lack of clarity about who your opponent is and what their intent might be.
The struggle is chaotic, the sound of splashing water as you writhe in an attempt to break free from their grip. You can feel panic rising within you as the darkness of the water envelops you, preventing you from seeing clearly who is attacking you.
Despite your efforts, you realize you are at a disadvantage. Menacing fear grows in your chest as you continue to fight, desperately seeking an escape.
After a few minutes of struggle, they manage to pin you against the edge of the pool with their body. You feel something being shoved into your mouth, presumably to prevent you from screaming, before they restrain your wrists with their hands.
Your mind is in turmoil as you instinctively bite down on the garment in your mouth, as it makes it difficult for you to breathe and scream for help. Now you are completely vulnerable, unable to defend yourself as you are trapped against the edge of the pool, surrounded by darkness and the cold water that envelops you.
You thrash frantically, trying to free yourself from their grip, but every attempt is futile. Fear grips your heart as you realize the extent of your situation, and the awareness that you are completely alone in this struggle makes you tremble with terror.
They shake you, making you stop struggling. Then, a voice says, "Ahh, I'm sorry about all this, darling." The voice you hear is vaguely feminine.
Your eyes finally focus to reveal the identity of your assailant: it's the neighbor's daughter; a girl from your own school with blonde hair and a tan named Bella.
You feel stunned to recognize the familiar face of the girl turned attacker. Confusion mixes with fear as you try to understand the reason behind all this. And especially why doesn't she have the bikini top on. Is this what she shoved in your mouth?
"Why?" You manage to stammer, your voice muffled by the garment she shoved into your mouth.
Bella, with frowned eyebrows, tries to explain herself: "I just wanted to take a late night swim. Nothing too illegal to call the police for, right?"
You feel even more confused, unable to fully accept her explanation. She sees your expression and sighs. "Look, it's terribly hot tonight." She starts, trying to show a sympathetic expression. "And your cool, nice pool looked so inviting..."
Your expression doesn't change so she tries something else. "You know, we could pretend this never happened." She suggests, trying to smile seductively at you. "Instead, we could go for a swim... have some fun together..."
She leans closer to whisper into your ear: "You know what they say about trans girls, right? They're freaks, yes, but in bed too..." You nearly forgot that she's trans. Why would she bring that up and why phrased like that? Now that she sees that you're calmer, she takes her bikini out of your mouth.
"So, what do you say, darling?" Well, you aren't immune to pretty girls and she sure is one. The way her body is pressed against you, making you feel all her body heat while surrounded by the cool water, and her cute tits against your turgid nipples have an impact on you surely.
"I thought you were straight." You blurt out without thinking much.
She looks at you blankly for some time. "Ah, you mean you thought I'm into guys?"
She chuckles. "Women are much more attractive. Their bodies..." She lets go of your wrists, and her fingertips brush against your thighs' sides underwater. "...much more desirable."
Seeing how you don't react much, she places her hands on your hips gently and leans closer to your neck. Her hot breathing on your skin makes you hot too.
You close your eyes but she leans back, and you open your eyes again to look at her. "Aha. You really aren't fighting back?"
Confused, you wait for her to explain herself but she doesn't. Instead, she gets closer to you again. "Had I known you were really that easy, I'd have tried to slip into your pants sooner."
A shiver runs down your spine. "Look at you. You're just in an almost transparent white shirt and panties. Don't even have a bra on."
"I-" You try to justify yourself but she's quicker to speak. "Don't tell me you didn't actually expect there'll be someone. Even a kid knows not to go out alone at night."
"I'm not a kid." And even if you were, she's in the wrong because she's trespassed in your property. Is she trying to gaslight you or something?
She laughs. "Of course you're not! You're so funny, darling."
You push her away. You don't plan to be her jester any longer. "Yes, laugh at me all you want. I'm a weirdo, so leave me alone-"
She suddenly grabs the back of your thighs and lifts you up to make you sit on the edge of the pool. She gets out too, now between your legs. You're too stunned to do or say anything, thinking about how she could be so strong. You were underwater too, so you should have been heavier.
"Nuh-uh. I can't let you leave, darling." She pushes you on your back and lifts your shirt up, revealing your bare chest to her eyes. Her cold hands move to squeeze and knead the soft flesh, pinching your nipples slightly, eliciting soft moans out of you.
You know you should push her away, maybe even scream for help, but the warm bulge pressing against your crotch clouds your judgment.
Her hands slowly slide down on your body, her fingers tracing the contour of your ribcage, until reaching the hem of your panties. She starts pulling them down and you lift your hips up to help her, and she throws them away like they were the most disgusting thing she ever touched.
Her eyes brighten when they meet your pussy, and for a moment the silly thought that this might be her first time seeing one creeps into your head. Surely that can't be it since she's one of the most beautiful girls you've ever seen, so she must have had tons of sex.
You let out soft moans. She slips her hand between your legs, her fingers and nails caressing your lips. "You're dripping wet." She chuckles at her own joke. You just hope she doesn't want to finger you with those nails.
"I'll make sure you scream my name while I feast on your sweet little cunt." Seeing how much she's confident, your guess must've been wrong. She spreads your thighs wide apart and gets her face between them.
She growls before diving into your pussy with her tongue, lapping up every drop of your arousal. "You taste so fucking good." A shiver runs down your spine as you let out a light moan.
"You like that?" She chuckles as she continues to lap at your pussy, her tongue working in a frenzy. You arch your back as your hands wander on the cold ground before gripping her head and push it against your wetness even more.
She hums in approval, sending vibrations into you as her grip on your thighs tightens, spreading them wider. She gives deep, sucking kisses on your swollen clit.
Your moans get louder and the grip on her head tightens. Bella fingers your pussy alongside her tongue, pushing you closer to the edge. "Let me hear how much you love this."
"I love it, Bella! I love your tongue inside me!"
She hums deeply in response to your plea, her tongue working its magic between your legs. "You're such a slut, but I love it. I'll make you beg for my cock soon."
"I'm not-" Your words cutting off as you cry out, your body tensing up and your legs shaking, signaling your approaching orgasm.
"You're so close, aren't you?" She slows down her pace, running her tongue over every inch of your pussy before teasingly flicking your clit. "I can tell by the way you're whining and writhing."
"Come for me, darling." She urges between hot, needy kisses on your pussy lips. You can't hold back anymore and come with a long, loud moan.
Bella hums in delight as your pussy juices coat her tongue and mouth. "Pussy tastes so fucking good." She continues to lap at your sensitive folds, savoring every drop of your essence.
"That was good." She praises, pulling away from your quivering pussy and sitting straight with a satisfied smirk. You pant heavily as your body jerks slightly, recovering from your intense orgasm.
"But now..." She moves her bikini bottoms to the side, freeing her thick and hard member. You can't help but admire it in all its gloriness as it swings slightly as she moves closer to you until it's resting against your thigh. "...It's time for me to fuck you like the little slut you are. ♡"
She comes closer to you until her thighs are pressed against you and her cock hovers on your sex. She squeezes your thigh lightly as she starts stroking herself with the dominant hand. "Beg for it."
"P-please..." You manage to say, your mind too clouded by pleasure to think properly.
She stops to laugh mockingly. "For real? You really want this inside you? How much of a slut you really are, (Y/N)?" Ah, you weren't even sure she knew your name.
"You know, I've been looking at you since you moved here. My house is the only one next to yours, but you don't bother to close your curtains when you change. Nor do you bother to make yourself look presentable when alone in there." She chuckles, positioning herself on top of you and lining up her thick cock with your wet pussy. What is her point here? Maybe you do, maybe you don't. What you do in your house is your business alone, isn't it?
"You want someone to look at you, don't you?" She whispers in your ear. "How does it make you feel knowing I watched you every time you masturbated in the last weeks?"
Your breath catches in your chest and your eyes widen. Did she really...? Well, now it doesn't matter anymore anyway.
"Just joking!" You frown. If only she'd stop being a troll and just fuck you stupid. "The part about watching you masturbate didn't happen, but the other things did."
Losing patience, you lift your hips up to encourage her to get back to business. That makes her chuckle. "Alright, darling. Are you ready to take all of me?"
"Please." She enters you easily thanks to all the natural lubricant from before.
"Such a whore." She grins down at you as she begins to pound into you, eliciting a strangled moan from you.
With each powerful thrust, she pounds deeper into your hungry pussy, making you moan and squirm beneath her. "You're taking every inch."
You arch your back as she continues to pound into you. "You're such a dirty slut. I bet you get fucked like this all the time, especially by... uh, what was their name? (F/N)?"
"N-no, I don't...!" You moan out. (F/N) is your best friend and you can't even see them as a potential partner.
"Liar." Bella growls, her hips slapping against yours. "You're always surrounded by guys... and girls... I must say, I'm quite jealous."
She's jealous of you? You know which people she's talking about, but you can barely call them friends. You all only hang out in school and sometimes you invite them over; or to rather say, they invite themselves. It's all thanks to your ample garden and pool.
"I don't know what you're talking about!" You feign ignorance. Her jealousy or whatever aren't your problems anyway.
"Hah, you don't? You want them all to yourself? I swear once I'm finished with you, you wouldn't want any other cock." She grins down at you.
"You must be imagining it."
"Delusional or not, it's clear that you love being fucked like this." You grunt at her assumption.
"Admit it." She pinches your nipple.
"I-I love being fucked like this!" You give up too easily but who tells you not to give in to your desires?
"That's more like it." She grunts, fucking you harder and faster as she feels your pussy gripping her cock like a vice. "I love how much of a slut you are."
"Yeah, you love it." She hisses, seeing how of a moaning mess you are now, as she grabs your hips and adjusts hers to hit your sweet spot intensely.
As your moans become quick and louder, she mocks you teasingly: "You're so loud. You want everyone to hear how much of a slut you are?"
Panicking slightly, you close your mouth to muffle your eventual moans. She chuckles, pulling out of you for a moment before slamming back in with even more force. "Oh, don't be shy now. Let everyone hear how much you love being fucked."
Your eyes widen for a moment but you keep your resolve. You shake your head with your mouth closed shut.
Her eyes flash with mischief as she watches your disobedience. "No." She growls, picking up the pace as she hits your g-spot again and again. "Scream for me. Tell everyone you love being my little bitch. Because you'd love that, don't you?"
You can't help but moan her name at this point. "I-I love being Bella's bitch!" You don't care if someone hears you. Your parents aren't home anyway.
She smirks, her hand pinching one of your nipples hard. "Louder!" She demands, driving into you harder and faster. "You'd love to be my personal fucktoy, don't you?"
"I love being Bella's bitch!" You're screaming it now.
She cackles, her eyes glowing with satisfaction. "That's it." She coos, pounding into you so hard you can feel your insides being stretched and pulled apart. "My dirty little whore."
"Are you close?" Her eyes glint with hunger as she senses your impending climax, your breath heavier and your body tensing up. "Come all over my cock." And you do, with a long, loud moan.
With a satisfied smirk, she watches as you climax on her cock, your body shuddering around hers as you release. "Now tell me, do you want my cum inside of you?"
"Y-yes, Bella, please!" You moan and pant heavily.
She groans in pleasure, withdrawing her cock from your pussy before pushing it back inside. "Suck my tits while I fill you up with cum." She leans forward and you wrap your arms around her torso to suck and lick her little tits and nipples.
Her breath hitches as you pleasure her with your mouth. "Yes, like that!" She moans, leaning even more into your touch as she begins to cum inside of you. "You're such a good cumdumpster."
You gasp against her skin and your eyes widen as you feel her massive load of cum filling your insides. She watches with satisfaction as you take her cum inside of you. "Mmm, take it all..." She purrs. "You're so hot taking my load. Look how full you are."
You both pant heavily as you lay there, exhausted. She holds herself up by putting her weight on her hands on either side of you, her cock softening inside you.
She smirks down at you, her chest still heaving from the intense orgasm. "Why don't you clean me up now?" You just nod as you're too tired to even speak.
She crawls up so that she's straddling your face. "Lick me clean." She commands, pushing her hips against your face. "And make sure you don't miss a drop."
You open your mouth wide and stick your tongue out. She moans as she feels your warm breath on her cum-covered tip. She leans forward, guiding her cock into your waiting mouth. You lick it, taking care to leave it clean of her cum and your own.
"Where are you, little bastard?" You feel a deep male voice calling out for someone.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You hear her swearing in a low voice soon after, thrusting deeper into your mouth as if wanting to shut you up. Not that you wanted to speak anyhow.
"What are you doing in the neighbors' garden? Come here, you crazy bastard!" It seems whoever is talking can't see you. Good.
"Coming!" Bella shouts. Her voice trembles but it's almost imperceptible. She must be panicking from being caught by who you recognize might be her dad. You're not very social with your neighbors so you wouldn't be able to recognize what any of them look like even if you see them face to face.
You suppose he must've gone away as she whispers: "That asshole... He came so I couldn't. That'll be for another time, darling. ♡" She smiles with a frown, pulling her cock from your mouth.
"Bye, take care! ♡" She stands up and adjusts her bikini before climbing over the fence and disappearing from your view.
You lay there a bit more before eventually deciding to go inside and sleep a little. You sit straight and look around, searching for your panties. You don't see them.
That bitch stole your panties.