Dazzle

NOTE: This story is not a one-shot...
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Chapter 1

Ginny awoke to a strange noise outside her cabin window. She knew the sounds in the woods. She had spent every summer here with her family since the age of two.

This sound was different. A body.

She didn’t quite believe what she should have. She knew she had neighbors about a mile from her cabin. She thought maybe one of them needed something and she was the closest person to ask for it.

She stared at the blinding light of her alarm clock. It was flashing 12:00. She had no idea what time it was. But she knew someone was on her property.

Ginny sat up in her bed. She'd been suffering from insomnia ever since she broke up with her boyfriend, Dean Thomas. She knew she wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep any time soon. Throwing on her robe, she turned on her bedroom light, snatched her wand from the side table, and walked to the front door.

“Hello?” she called out into the night. Nobody answered. The wind gust across her face, blowing her unbound hair into her eyes. She reached up to swipe the locks behind her ear, and shouted again, “Hello? I’m awake! Is anyone out there?”

Once again, nobody answered.

Ginny backed into the cabin and allowed the door to squeak to a close. Turning the living room's light on, Ginny snagged the book she'd set on the end table and eased herself onto the worn sofa. She found that she was having trouble concentrating on the graphic novel when she was so sure something was out of place. She strained her ears to hear that sound again. It really took no time at all.

There was a nock on the door. Standing with a sigh she placed her book back on the table, and went to answer it. Who she saw there stunned her to her core. Ginny slammed the door shut, her heart racing. This could not be happening, this could not be happening, she chanted. Please let it be our neighbor whose wife was just hacked to pieces with a chain saw and found in our yard! Please, let it be anyone, with any problem, other than him. There was that knock again. Ginny tried to block it from her mind.

How had he known where to find her? Had he followed her here? They'd only broken up a week ago. What could he possibly want? Had he gotten over his anger? Why was he here so late, and what fucking time was it?

Ginny realized that she was being paranoid and opened the door a crack. “What do you want Dean?” she asked.

“You.” he answered. He pushed his way in and she backed up. Ginny stared at his face. She saw the pain and the anger there. She never wanted him to be angry with her. His anger was what lead her to break up with him. So many beatings. So many times he had cut her in the name of anger. Ginny knew he would have a blade on him. He always did. She was scared of the look on his face because she knew he was past angry enough to use it.

“What are you doing here?” She tried again. She took slow steps, moving backward, hoping to put distance between herself and her nightmare. Unfortunately, every step she discreetly took, he matched. She was backed into a wall in no time.

Dean stood before her.

“I told you." He muttered, breath reeking of alcohol, "You never listen to me do you? That is a flaw we will need to work on.”

“We are not working on anything.” She managed to make her voice sound firm. She was scared out of her mind, but she was still proud of herself. “I want you to leave. I want you to go away and leave me alone.” Ginny raised her wand and pointed it in Dean’s direction to show she meant it.

“Never.” he whispered in her ear.

Ginny was afraid. She was so afraid of the man in front of her. She knew she would not get out of this one. He had finally managed to corner her. How could she have been so stupid? If she hadn’t made herself such a blasted an easy target, he might have left her alone.

She blamed her brother too. He was sleeping in the guest room. He was the one who’d talked her into this little trip. “Get away from me or, or I will call for my brother.”

“Fine.” Dean backed away from her an inch and she felt she could breathe again.

“I want you Ginny. I want us to be together again.”

“I already told you that this will not work between us.”

“Are you sure?” The look in Dean’s eyes told her all she needed to know. She was terrified of him. He would never change for her. She had made a mistake thinking it would be possible. That maybe he could love her.

“Yes. I’m sure.”

Dean grinned in a way that made her stomach feel like it was turning inside out. That was the last thing she remembered.

A figure was hissing at her, her name sounded almost evil on his lips. Her head was fuzzy. It hurt too. “So you are awake finally.” The figure said.

Ginny hoped she was in the hospital wing. Her head hurt so much. She could hardily think beyond the pain.

Her vision cleared enough to realize it was dark outside. Then her senses woke and she felt the brease around her; heard the rustle of the trees above her. She saw him. She remembered. Her breathing became ragged. Her body hurt, but still she knew she must get away. She realized she was laying on the ground outside. Her ex-boyfriend hovered over her stunned form.

She screamed out for help, she knew someone might hear her. Her ex-boyfriend began to laugh.

"No one can hear you. You can scream if you want but no one will come. I still have you."

He walked around her, taking off his hat. She gasped in terror at the full site of him, the deadly beauty of who was once her boyfriend, the chocolate brown eyes, the harsh cruel lips. He smiled at her fear. She tried so hard not to show it.

"Leave me alone!“ she said angrily, trying to sound in charge. It was not working and she was trembling from head to toe.

He smiled and looked her up and down. She did not like the way he paused at her chest and stared at her breasts. "I want you and I will have you tonight. I will be sure to make it as 'memorable' as possible. Your brother wont stop us."

A long, thick finger traced a line down her cheek, moving down her neck and to the rim of her nightdress. She then knew what he meant.

“He will stop you from raping me. My brother will kill you if you touch me Dean. All my brothers will. I will scream again. Let me go.”

Then Dean moved away from her direct vision then. Ginny almost gasped. Ron’s nose was bleeding and he had a knife wound on his arm. His eye was blackened.

“Ron?” she asked in a small voice. She knew he'd fought and lost. She saw it in his eyes. He knew it too.

Dean had him tied to a tree.

Dean reached for her and she scooted her body as far from him as she could get before he grabbed her. "No, don't touch me! Please, don't hurt me." she began to writhe in his grasp, trying to get away from his touch.

He moved his hand down and cupped her breast, rubbing his thumb against her nipple, which was erect due to the cold and her fear. He pinched it through the fabric, making her wince. No man had ever touched her there, and Dean made her feel vile, his touch made her insides freeze. Tears began to stream her cheeks as she tried to fight off his mouth, which brutally engulfed her own. His tongue penetrated her lips, flicking inside her mouth. He tasted like death. He broke the kiss and sniffed at her neck, her hair.

"You smell good, I’m going to fuck you until you scream for more."

She whimpered at the words. He was going to rape her. And no one could stop him.

“You will be mine Ginny. My sweet Ginny.”

His words hissed at her. She tried to fight but to no avail as his lips nibbled her neck and went to her breast, flicking his tongue through the thin fabric. With one swift movement he tore the entire nightdress off her, tossing it aside. Now completely exposed to the night air, her body began to shiver more violently. She had no idea where her robe went.

"Please stop!" she cried as he sucked on each of her breasts. He laughed and held her neck tighter, choking off her breath. He bent in near her face, pressing his body against hers. She felt something hard on her thigh, long and very hot, almost burning through the fabric of his dark clothes. She went rigid and she could feel its massive length and knew what pain it would bring. He noticed her reaction to the meeting of their bodies and he grinned in a way that made her see behind his usual mask.

He held her to the tree by the neck, moving his hand down her stomach to the junction between her legs. Her panties, the last protection from his touch was torn violently from her body. Ginny gasped for air as her eyes widened. He released his grip to let her breathe as he moved, thrusting his hips against her, making his erect member rub against her virgin mound.

"Do you feel that Ginny? Do feel my body? Do you feel me?"

She cried as Dean rubbed up against her again, she could almost feel him trying to penetrate her. He moved his hand between them and began to rub her clit without mercy. He was forcing her body to react, and was winning. She felt a small amount of wetness between her legs. He moved his hand further and inserted one long finger, feeling inside her. He let out a lusty moan as he moved in and out of her slowly.

"You are so warm and tight. You will feel good around me.”

"Stop! Please, no more! It hurts!" she tried to reach and push him away. He laughed and removed his hand, throwing her harder against the ground. Ginny could hear her brother rustling around the tree he was tied to. She knew he was trying to get free and save her. She wanted to look at him but she was terrified to draw attention to him.

She felt her arms being pulled above her head and held down by the force of a rope tied to something she couldn‘t see. Her feet felt like lead, unable to move. He stood before her, staring down at her quivering body. His hands moved to the front of his clothing and he loosened them, revealing his chest, his strong torso and huge long erection. She stared unblinkingly at him, begging for him to stop, praying that someone would hear her.

"I will fuck you Ginny, and you will always remember it.’ She remembered him saying that to her the last time they’d parted.

Dean crawled on top of her, positioning himself between her legs. He spread her wide open, pinning her thighs apart. She watched helplessly as he moved his glistening cock toward her tiny opening. She felt the large head touch her skin and pause. He hovered above her. He looked down into her eyes.

“You are a virgin, aren't you?”

She refused to reply but he found his answer on her expressive face. He smiled and bent toward her face, hissing into her ear.

“Then this is really going to hurt.”

With that he rammed into her, hard, shattering her innocence and filling her to the hilt. Her body arched as he stretched and ripped into her, pausing within her to taste her agony and pain. She screamed as she felt pain rip through her insides and dance up her spine. Tears streamed her cheeks as he began to move inside her.

“You‘re mine now. I have taken your virginity. Do you feel me inside you, ramming you, fucking you deep? Do you feel me now? You are so tight around my cock Ginny; I can taste your pain. Scream for me baby.”

She heard him grunt and groan like an animal of the woods, pumping in and out faster and faster.

“I am going to fill you with me. I am going to fuck you until I‘m done, and I will be with you always. Feel me Ginny?”

He grunted loudly and she felt him. An intense heat poured into her, burning her insides.

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AN: I have several Chapters of this story written but if you have ideas of what you would like to happen, I am open to them. If they fit, I could work some into future chaps. No Guarantees though.