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Sinclair trembled in fear on the floor of his home, having lost the ability to stand from fear. Kromer stood in front of him, still holding the hammer she used to kill his family just moments before. He shut his eyes tight, expecting her to cave his skull in at any moment. Instead, the sound of the hammer hitting the floor made him open his eyes in confusion. Kromer had tossed the hammer aside and joined Sinclair on the floor, shoving him onto his back to climb on top of him.
Sinclair tried in vain to scoot away from her out of terror and confusion, but she wrapped her arms around his body and pulled him close. Her face was right in front of his, staring into his eyes with a smile on her blood-stained face. He frantically tried to pull away, but Kromer easily overpowered him. Sinclair’s struggling was interrupted when she suddenly closed the distance between their faces, forcefully kissing him on the lips.
He froze for a moment, too shocked to react initially. He felt her lips moving gently against his. The reality finally set in and made his blood run cold. Sinclair jerked his head to the side to break away from the kiss. The last thing he wanted was to be this close to the woman that killed his family, much less be violated by her like this. He racked up as much courage as he could to speak.
“W-what are y-you… w-why?” He could hardly get the words out between gasps for breath. He was practically hyperventilating.
“Because I want you, Sinclair,” Kromer whispered into his ear. “I’ve been wanting to make you mine for a long time now.” He felt her start kissing him along the side of his face, making her way down to his neck. SInclair sobbed and tears ran across his face. His panic intensified when he felt her start to pull up his shirt.
Even fighting against her with all his strength, Sinclair couldn’t do anything to stop her. His efforts did little to hinder her while she removed his shirt and began unbuckling his belt.
“W-wait–please s-stop,” Sinclair frantically begged between sobs. He looked down at Kromer, watching helplessly as she removed the rest of his clothing.
“Ohh Sinclair, you look so good like this.” As she spoke, Kromer’s eyes ravenously explored his body. Sinclair tried once again to pull himself away from her, but she grabbed onto his waist and held him down.
“Relax, Sinclair. Just lie down and let me take care of you now. I’ll make you feel really good if you just let me,” Kromer said. Her words only encouraged him to fight more against her. She didn’t seem to mind. If anything, watching him struggle seemed to amplify her excitement. She grabbed each of his wrists and pinned them down at his side, and then readjusted her position so she could lower her face towards his groin. The body weight over his legs kept him from moving out of the vulnerable position underneath her.
“I need you to get nice and hard for me to use you properly,” Kromer said before beginning to kiss and lick his flaccid penis. Through the horror and humiliation of being violated, Sinclair only felt disgust at her touch. Even when she took him into her mouth and began sucking and running her tongue around his dick, he felt no arousal or pleasure from the act. Eventually Kromer pulled away with a frown visible on her face, seemingly frustrated at the lack of a reaction from him.
“Come on, Sinclair. Any other boy would consider himself lucky if a girl gave them this much attention. Doesn’t it feel good? Don’t you want to see more of my body?” Kromer started stripping away her own clothing in front of him. Sinclair turned his head away from her, not wanting to see her sexually assault him any further. He heard Kromer let out a frustrated sigh, and shortly after, he felt her sit back on top of him once again.
She straddled his hips and started grinding against him. Sinclair could feel her vulva rubbing against his soft dick. It was uncomfortably hot and wet. The sensation of her bodily fluids dripping onto him made him sick to his stomach. Kromer grew increasingly irritated as her efforts to coax an erection out of him failed. She grabbed Sinclair by his hair and forcefully turned his head to face her.
“Sinclair, this will only take longer if you keep resisting. I need you to cooperate. Understand?” Kromer glared at him as she spoke. Sinclair shuddered when he saw her face. She was clearly starting to get angry, but he could also see how aroused she was by how hard breathing had gotten heavier, and her face was flushed.
“Please d-don’t.. I-I don’t w-want–” his pleas were cut off by Kromer slapping him hard across the face. He yelped in pain, and even more tears started streaming down his face.
“Understand?” Kromer repeated the question, this time in a much more threatening tone. Sinclair hesitated to answer at first, until he felt her hands move towards his neck. He frantically nodded before she could do anything worse.
“Y-yes, I u-understand,” he sobbed. He didn’t have a choice. For all he knew, she might decide to kill him if he continued to refuse.
Kromer leaned in to kiss him on the lips again, and this time, he let it happen. His body tensed up at the unwanted contact, but he kept his head still so that she could do whatever she wanted. When he felt her tongue pressing against his lips, he reluctantly opened his mouth slightly to let her in. He struggled to keep himself from gagging while she explored the interior of his mouth with her tongue, but she either didn’t notice or didn’t care.
She then took one of his hands and guided it to one of her breasts. Sinclair could guess what she wanted him to do. He gently massaged the area, squeezing and rubbing around in hopes of satisfying her. She moaned a bit when he touched her nipple, so he focused on stimulating it more with his fingers. Kromer’s grinding against him got faster, and her kiss intensified. She finally pulled away to catch her breath. She was practically panting from arousal.
“If you can’t get hard for me, then you’ll need to help me out another way.” Kromer moved up his body until her legs were placed on either side of his head. Her vulva hovered over Sinclair’s face. He looked up, filled with dread, and saw just how soaked she was. He knew what she was about to make him do, and just the thought of it was making him nauseous. The overwhelming scent of her pheromones only intensified his feelings of disgust.
“This won’t take long if you do a good job, okay?” Kromer lowered herself onto Sinclair’s face. It was difficult for him to breathe, and the feeling of her vaginal fluid being smothered around his mouth made his skin crawl. Desperate to end this as quickly as possible, he started licking. The bitter taste of her juices flooded his mouth and made him gag, but he didn’t stop. He ran his tongue over her folds and even pushed it inside her. He put all his focus on getting her off as soon as possible.
Kromer moaned the most when he stimulated her clit, so he quickly learned to put most of his attention there. He did his best to lick and suck that area, although this became difficult when Kromer started grinding against his face. It wasn’t much longer until her movements became more erratic, and she cried out as she reached an orgasm. Once she pulled herself off of him, Sinclair finally had a chance to catch his breath. Kromer lay down beside him and pulled him into an embrace.
As much as he hated still being trapped within her arms, he was relieved that the worst part seemed to be over. He wished he could at least scrub away the bodily fluids smeared on his body. His body was worn out from all the struggling he did before, and he didn’t have the energy to try freeing himself anymore. Kromer cuddled with him, running her fingers through his hair. It was still frightening, but more than that, Sinclair just felt exhausted. He felt his eyelids become heavier until he finally drifted off into sleep in her arms.