Jake Toller v Retrogirl
Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2022 9:42 am
This is the first chronicled adventure of my rogue about town, Jake Toller (pronounced with a long o, as in tolling a bell). As with quite a few of my stories, it started out as a roleplay which I modified slightly or storified as I call it.
A tall man wearing black jeans, a long-sleeved black t-shirt and black sneakers works his way methodically through the Centerville History Museum with his flashlight. Nothing particularly valuable was kept in the museum, or so everybody thought, so the door lock was easy enough to pick, and there weren't any pesky security cameras or alarms to worry about.
Across the street, after finishing off a petty thief who unfortunately took a wrong turn into an alley that the slim, pretty heroine Retro Girl was patrolling, she notices light flashing through the windows of the museum just across the street. Leaving the thief in the alley for the police to pick up later, she makes her way to the museum. Though the door is closed, it's unlocked, and she knows it shouldn't be at this hour, so she enters and makes her way, following the path she suspects the man went through. Her bright sexy trademark outfit stands out through the dimly lit museum. Her red boots clack every time she takes a step, but that doesn’t worry her, she’s confident she can handle whoever she encounters. She doesn’t need the element of surprise.
The thief finds his way to one of the back rooms where they kept the documents that weren't on exhibit. After a brief search he finds what he was looking for, the original blueprints of the parts of the city that had been excavated for subways and sewers. The fools didn't know how these would give him access to buried treasure. He rolls the documents around his left leg and shoves them into his sock. That way, if he should have to make a run for it, he ran no risk of losing his prize.
He heads back through the museum. When he is passing the display on the original electrification of the city, he stops because he hears the distinct sound of a woman's heels on the hard floor. He turns off his flashlight and stands still, waiting for further developments.
He is sure it's a single pair of footsteps. Had someone who worked there come back at this odd hour? When the steps come close enough that he's sure whoever it is would not pass him unknowing, he turns on his flashlight and points it straight at her face. It was no worker. It was one of those costumed do-gooders! She certainly didn't look imposing, several inches shorter than him and probably half his weight. Cute though, in her revealing costume. The absurdly short skirt certainly showed off her shapely legs, and her blond, shoulder-length curls framed her pretty face perfectly.
“Ah!…” Retro Girl gasps, as the bright glare of the flashlight catches her off guard. She shields her eyes with her red gloved hand and tilts her head sideways to try to peek through to who was shining the light.
“Who’s there ?! Who are you ?! “ …She backs away to lessen the glare and to where it stopped blinding her. Blinking a few times to get the glare out, “Who are you ? You know …visiting time is over. You out here searching for old bones and stuff ?”
Now that her eyes are adjusting, she notices his massive height and weight advantage over her right away, but this wasn’t the first time she was physically overmatched. She was already sizing him up, as she puts her hands on her hips, head slightly tilted and a sly smirk on her face, her beautiful dirty blonde curls caressing her cheek.
“Cheerleading practice run late?”
“Excuse me ? Cheerleading practice?”
“Isn't that what you're dressed for?”
Looking down at her outfit, “Ummm no, lemme introduce myself, Retro Girl” she says with a quick whip of her hair.
"Oh yeah, I think I've heard of Rerun Girl," he replies, smirking as he keeps his powerful flashlight pointed straight at her face.
Clearly annoyed, she repeats, “ Ahem …..it’s RETRO GIRL! Ok ?! “
"Really? That doesn't look like 80s hair. What decade were you going for exactly?"
“Wait…what ? Never mind …stop …stop changing the subject. Who are you …and what are you doing here?”
"Just checking out the exhibits. I don't like crowds, so I came late. Nice chatting with you, but I have things to do." He flicks off the flashlight and starts walking, aiming to give her a wide berth.
“Wait…wait…WAIT, I said. Where do you think you’re going!?” She is surprised at his nonchalant manner. “Ummm, I don’t believe you. What do you have on you? What did you take?”
"Do I look like I took something?" he says, shoving his flashlight into a holder on his belt and opening his arms wide to show he isn't hiding anything. "The door was open. I just came in to check out the exhibits."
She begins to look him up and down, already figuring out his arms wide show was a sleight of hand trick. She glances down at his leg. In particular his left leg. Noticing a slight bulge where his sock would be.
“What do you have down there?” she nods her head towards his leg.
He's now within about 6 feet of her. "So now you want to strip search me? Look Little Miss Retreat Girl, I could demand the same of you. If I'm trespassing, so are you, and I don't think you're going to call the police. I don't see any place you could hide a cell phone in that outfit...unless you have one strapped to your upper thigh. Want to pull up that little skirt and show me?"
“Show you what ? Oh gawd you perv..” her face shows disgust. “You’re right, I’m not going to call the cops, but there’s that fire alarm riiiight there, and I won’t hesitate to pull it.” She motions to the fire alarm. His lewd comment actually makes her cringe and smooth her skirt down.
He moves closer until he's standing right in front of her, emphasizing his height advantage by forcing her to look up at him. "The city takes a dim view of people causing false alarms. Now we can both just peacefully leave, no harm, no foul. That is unless you came in here wanting something else from a man alone with you in an empty museum." He makes it obvious he's looking down her cleavage as he says the last.
Though he looms over her, her eyes do not even go up to see what he’s looking at. She knows. She stares blankly at his chest, and then she says in a monotone way, “…good cannot coexist with evil in this world ….you are not good,” taking a few steps back and away from him, getting back at the six foot distance. She gets in her fighting stance. Standing sideways, legs slightly apart, her red gloved hands covering her face, body swaying slightly.
"How do you know I'm not good if you haven't even tried me?" he replies with a lecherous grin, ignoring her fighting stance and closing the gap between them again.
His lewd comments don't phase her, she’s heard them before. Heck, every encounter sounds almost the same. She wonders if every criminal is a chauvinistic pig literally. This time letting him advance, she sees an immediate opening once he is in range and swiftly gives him a boot heel to his midsection.
"Ooof," he exclaims, staggering back a few steps, but keeping his feet. Recovering, he starts to circle her, not closing the distance yet. "Is that how you react to every guy you meet? You must not get a lot of second dates." Clearly she hasn't dented his smugness yet. "You could break a heel that way, you know."
Retro Girl realizes and feels, even through her boot heel, this guy is built. Not an ounce of flab on his stomach. As she sees him circle her, she maneuvers with him to not allow him to flank her at any point.
“Oh yeah? Well it’s also a way to break someone’s ego.”
Once he has her with her back to the display case, he moves in closer to her again, seemingly looking casual, but his eyes show he's prepared for a fight now. "Do you have to register those heels as lethal weapons?" he asks, but his eyes are clearly focused on looking for what angle of attack she might try.
Her eyes widen with every smug comment, someway, somehow his comments about her and her attire are hitting her different than the other criminals she’s encountered. It’s like she really, really, really wants to shut him up.
She feels the display case hit her back, and realizes she just backed herself up into not being mobile from behind. Sensing the urgency, she tries to sidestep him a little and goes for a side kick right at his midsection, but he twists away from the kick to take away most of the force of the blow, though it still connects enough for him feel it. Then he continues his arc, spinning into a position between her legs and stepping into her, pinning her against the display case, his legs between hers.
She reacts instantly to his maneuver to pin her between the display case and him. Luckily the display case is only the height of a kitchen table, so she places her hands behind, palms down on the case and lifts her body up. Now sitting on the display case, she brings her legs together and bends her knees to her chest, and like a wind up, she kicks his chest with full force with both her legs and scoots off the display case from the other end.
He staggers back awkwardly but still doesn't quite lose his footing. "Nice panties,” he says gasping. “Looking forward to getting a better look at them." Recovering quickly, he stalks towards her. He still has the smug look on his face, but his blue eyes are shining with concentration. "If you like sitting on the display case, we can try that again."
“You just can’t stop, can you?” She uses the display case as an object to keep him from her. He goes left, she goes right. He goes right, she goes left, like a game of cat and mouse.
She finally backs away from the case, deciding to go toe to toe with him. Her confidence has grown after the unanswered blows she’s landed. She's thinking this guy is just a bumbling fool. She gets in her stance again.
He approaches her cautiously, getting within 3 feet of her raised fists. Then, suddenly, he bullrushes into her. She was waiting for the right moment to deliver another kick. Almost feeling like she was luring him in slowly as he approached, but she's shocked as he bum rushes her. Her eyes widen as she flails her arms, left hand, right hand …” Unghhhh!” He's on her too fast for her to use a kick, or for her to get much force out of the leading defensive hand. Anticipating that she'll use her trailing hand now, he jabs out and grabs that wrist in a vice-like grip as she brings it forward. With her left hand secured, he continues using his size and weight to physically push her back, keeping her off balance. As she flails with her right hand, he grabs that too.
She desperately tries to keep her balance as he pushes her back, her boots clacking into the hardwood floor heavily, until he stops pushing her back and pulls her arms tightly across her chest, holding her against him.
“Unghhhh!” she lets out a long moan as her arms are held together, arms crossing her own small chest, pushing against her cleavage. Her face grimaces as she strains, trying to break free of his grip.
He raises her wrists high above her head, now actually dangling her in the air against him. She squirms and tries to yank and tug her arms from his solid grasp. Quickly he twirls her around so her back is now against his chest, and he switches his grip to one hand holding both her wrists. She gives a silenced gasp as he flips her around, her body squirming a little more when her back is to him. She can feel his other arm moving behind her, and now hears a tearing sound. She looks down to see her costume is still intact. As she does so, he lowers her, so her feet are once again on the floor and then pulls her still imprisoned wrists down in front of her, punching them into her gut and momentarily taking her breath away. His other hand darts forward, bringing something wide and black with a loop in it. He quickly pushes it over her wrists, sliding his other hand away as he does so, and yanks it tight, holding her wrists crossed in front of her. He continues to wrap it until there's no slack and then sticks it together. It's velcro! Her eyes widen as she realizes what he's just done.
“Huh! What!…what is th….!” but before she finishes her sentence, he reaches down and pulls her cape over her head, tucking it under her arms. Trapped, she shakes like a wild animal.
He hoists her up onto the display case with her blinded and ensnared in her own cape. He crosses her ankles, binding them the same way. Next he flips her over on her front and loops a strap above her elbow, then uses the strap to pull her upper arms together behind her.
“Unghhhh! What are you …unghhhh!!!!”
Finally he pulls her cape back into its proper place and flips her over again.With wrists and ankles bound, her eyes stare at him like she wants to murder him. Her body contorts a bit in her bondage. Her slender body squirms on the case, left to right, up and down.
He puts one hand behind her neck, lifting her face slightly to him. His other hand starts gently roaming over one of her breasts. "You are really beautiful, you know?" With her elbows bound behind her, it forces her bound wrists into her solar plexus, making her breathing labored, or maybe it's something else causing her labored breathing. "Your nipple seems rather eager even through your top," he notes and rubs one finger swiftly back and forth across it. Then he uses his thumb to push it into her breast while his large hand keeps the rest of her breast enveloped.
She winces as she feels him push her nipple into her breast. “Unghhhh…you can’t…can’t do this to me ….unghhhh you creep ….unghhhh,” she cries, squirming and struggling. “You won’t get away with this ….!”
He leans down gently, searching for her lips with his as she turns her head left and right quickly to dodge his kiss. He finds her lips eventually and she moans through his mouth as she feels his tongue tasting her mouth. His other hand leaves her breast, and he starts sliding it down inside her skimpy skirt and playing with her pussy lips through her panties.
Her breathing heavy, she shudders and squirms helplessly as she feels him go under her skirt now.
He pushes her panties into her with his fingers while his thumb rubs against her emerging clit. His kiss becomes even more demanding as she struggles to pull enough air in through her nostrils. She can feel his lips press into hers more firmly. The back of her head sinks into the palm of his hand that is holding her head up, and her hips wriggle as he fingers her down there. Her moans are louder even though muffled through his mouth.
Finally he releases the kiss and begins kissing the skin at her neck and working his way slowly down. He gently lowers her head to the case, so he can have his hand free to trace its way down her chest. As his lips start to kiss and tease her one nipple through her top, his hand slides under the cup over her other breast and begins to play with it, alternately rubbing her breast teasingly against the material and letting it gently push his hand into her skin as if forced by the material that is supposed to be protecting it.
She gasps and breathes heavily when he releases his kiss. “You…animal….stop this at once ….huhhhhh…huhhh….,” she whimpers, breathing heavily. Her upper body contorts and squirms as she feels him cupping her breasts. Then he slides his hand inside her panties, forcing two fingers into her while the palm of that hand squeezes her clit into her. He begins alternating sliding his fingers in and out of her while rubbing her clit, then stopping momentarily to squeeze her tightly.
"Do you enjoy having an animal paw you?"
“Nnngggghhhh….stop ….don’t do this ….! You…unghhhh…you….,” She stammers. Her mind is racing. She knows she doesn't like this.
He moves his mouth back to kissing, first, her neck then working his way up to her ear, gently blowing her golden tresses back as he goes, until he nibbles briefly on her earlobe, then he starts licking her ear inside and out with his tongue. "Tell me my good Lady, what do you really want?" He emphasizes this last point by actually lifting her ass slightly off the display case by using the hand playing with her snatch. His fingers are now pumping her cunt for all its worth, driven on by her increasing moans while his thumb drags along her clit as his hand pushes in and then almost out of her.
Her breathing is heavy and erratic as she feels him violate her pussy. The clit stimulation doesn't help either. She is definitely getting wet against her will. Softly biting her lips, and her eyes slightly closed, she mutters out, “please …please stop, this is ….unghhhh…stop….no…unghhhh……”
He reaches his hand behind her neck, his long fingers holding her head in place as he once more takes her mouth in his. His tongue tries to wrestle with hers, wanting to claim it as his own as his other hand continues to play with her pussy, adjusting itself to the rhythm of her hips as they respond to his ministrations.
She doesn't kiss him back. She hasn’t kissed him back yet! He can feel in his fingers behind her neck how much she’s trying to push away, to lean her head back to make it difficult for him to press his lips upon hers. She continues to squirm left to right, her hips swaying a bit in a circular motion to his still invasive fingers, but he doesn't stop. Instead he leans on top of her now, pushing her breasts against his chest and suppressing her squirming, so that every move she makes now only pushes her into him. She’s almost gagging now, from a kiss no less. Her lower body might be responding to the violation but she still finds him repulsive to her bones. Her face almost grimace-like as he presses into her.
He breaks off the kiss, gives her a look that frightens her a little and asks softly, "What is it you want? Pleasure or pain?"
She jolts her body, shaking at her bound wrists and ankles. “I want you to untie me and let… me….go!” She has a look of disgust on her face. “Pleasure or pain ? Those are my choices?” She smirks, “I’m not giving in to the likes of you …” She has a serious look as she stares right at him.
"Pain it is then little pretty one." He pulls his hand out of her and roughly rolls her over on her front, holding her still with a firm hand on the back of her neck. His other hand hikes up her skirt, exposing her, then yanks her panties down to mid thigh. He slaps her hard on her now bared ass, seeing her body jump in response.
“Owww!…” Her brow frowns, her eyes look back behind as she barely moves her head to the side. She shudders, as her thighs wriggle a bit as she was just making sure that her panties are indeed around mid thigh. Her breathing is now long and heavy as she knows and realizes how exposed she is.
He spanks her other cheek, even harder.
“Ooowwww!” she jumps again, her hips swaying left to right after the second slap. “You fucking asshole!“ she seethes at him.
He spanks her 3 times on each cheek. The next blow however hits lower, between her ass cheeks.
“Owwww!…unghhhh…unghhhh….unghhhh…..Unghhhh!!!” Her body lunges forward into the display case with the last blow. Her face remains in a grimace, the stinging slaps being seriously felt.
He releases her neck and mounts onto the display case. Instead of spanking her this time that hand reaches under her ass and inserts itself once more inside her. He roughly yanks her ass into the air, forcing her to her knees, the leverage pressing her helplessly bound upper body harder into the glass.
“Unghhhh…ahhh!” she gasps as she feels him maneuver her ass upwards. Her face pressed on the display case and grimacing as she feels his fingers once again inside her moist, warm pussy. He straddles her booted calves now, and returns to spanking her, this time with his hand firmly inside her, forcing her to feel the blows reverberate in her pussy.
Well, he'd have her the easy way or the hard way, he chuckled to himself, realizing the joke was how hard he is. Her pussy is damp enough to be dripping onto the display case. He grins at how red he had made her naked ass. He pulls her panties all the way down until they stop against her bound ankles, then pulls his own pants down. “Did she know what was coming now?” he thinks.
She hardly struggles as she feels him tug her panties all the way down. She just has a look of disgust and her eyes are a bit glazed. Her mind is just racing with thoughts. Thoughts of how this all happened.
“Are you that much of a wimp that I have to be tied still? You’re nothing …”
He doesn't bother to say anything in reply. He was not being gentle anymore with this stubborn heroine. He thrusts his dick all the way into her as hard as he can, then he grabs an ass cheek with one hand, and her clit with his other hand as he begins forcing his way in and out in complete control of her ass, vagina, and clit. "You're no heroine, just a helpless little girl, taken despite your brave taunts. In the end, I own your cunt no matter what you think. Just remember, you started this. I gave you the option to walk away. You don't get any choices anymore."
“Unghhhh!…ahhhh!…unghhhh!.,” her moans reverberate in the empty museum as she feels him go full deep and fully hard. “Unghhhh!…unghhhh! …unghhhh!” Her face is squeaking back and forth on the glass.
He fills her tightly, but he alternates between pressing down on her tunnel and pressing up. He enjoys that, not only because it stimulates different sides of his cock, but because it seems to elicit different moans from her depending on which side he's pushing harder against. No time for speech now as he pushes harder and faster to get himself off inside her. Her cunt is trapped between his pressing hands and his stiff dick, impaling her. Her clit seems to be engorging further, so he grabs it and squeezes it rather than just rubbing his hand against it.
“Unghhhh!…nnnyyuuhhh!….unghhhh…nnnyuuuh!…unghhhh!”
Her moans now turn into deathly silence. Pretty soon she's just silently gasping. Her labored breathing the only sounds she's making as she feels him continually fucking her. Involuntarily, he tightens his grip on both her ass and clit. The only sounds now are her gasps, the squeak of her sweat-stained face and breasts, as her whole body slides forward with each new thrust, only to be pulled back again by his relentless hold on her private parts. Now his own grunts mingle with those sounds. He isn't there yet, but he's never felt this good. "Want it or not, I own your body," he's saying with his.
Her toes curl inside her boots as she starts to have that feeling. That feeling no heroine wants in this situation. The feeling of knowing her body is betraying her mind.
“Unghhhh…ohhh…unghhhh….ohhh…unghhhh……!”
Her eyes close slightly, and she bites slightly down on her own lips, she has a glazed look as she moves and bounces with every thrust. Her stimulated clit just accelerating the process. She can feel him getting close, but he doesn't relent. He redoubles his efforts.
“Unghhhh…. Unghhhh…no…no…unghhhh….oh god no….unghhhh…unghhhh!…..unghhhh!!!….aaaahhhhh….. unghhhh….aaaaahhhhh!” She exclaims trying to muffle herself with her own lips to not be as loud as she wants. But it happened. She cums. She cums hard on his dick and fingers. Her pelvis gyrating as she cums. Panting erratically, she swallows a deep gulp and lets out a breath as she realizes what she's just done.
He pauses for a second, smiling, but he's so close, he isn't going to stop now. She wasn't going to get any rest from him, not when he was this close. It takes three more thrusts, and his cock sprays her with his cum. He thrusts again, pushing even more cum into her. One final thrust, one final assault with his precious cargo into her, and he's done too. She twitches a bit as she feels him climax. Her eyes rolling a bit as she feels the hot squirts into her body. He doesn't let go or pull out yet though. He seems to relish the feeling of being inside her helpless body too much as he makes her hips roll slowly with his.
She's still just focused on breathing after her climax. Her heavy loud breaths are fogging the display case. A little drool comes out of her mouth and seeps onto the display case and between it and her cheek.
After pausing to enjoy his total control of her body, he finally pulls out, dripping a little cum to mix with her juices that had puddled on the case underneath her. There was something more left to do to this plucky heroine. He squeezes her clit hard to another moan from her, before finally releasing it. He rolls off the case, pulling his pants up as he goes, then walks over to the next case and takes something he had been eyeing.
She plops down on the case after her clit is released. In a fetal position, she lays there trying to compose herself.
When he returns, he spreads her thighs. He spreads her pussy lips with one hand and starts pushing something inside her.
“Unghhhh…what is this …don’t!” She is helpless, her thighs spread, there isn't anything she can do. It isn't an easy fit even with her current state of arousal.
"One last present for you," he says, with a surprisingly gentle tone.
After managing to get it into her, he pulls up his t-shirt and unwraps another velcro strap from around his abs. He wraps it around her upper thighs, pulling it so tight it that her skin is indented. That thing he put in her wasn't going anywhere, and neither was she. The invader was large and, from the way it felt inside her, it seemed to be oval. He gently pats her cheek saying, "The museum staff should be here in about 6 hours or so. I wouldn't struggle too much if I were you. That's an old incandescent light bulb inside you. They tend to be fragile, and I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself. Oh, and the name is Jake Toller. I didn't mean to be so rude. Maybe we'll see each other again, that is, if you're careful. Also, even though you were quite aroused when I put it in you, I still had to squeeze it in carefully, so I wouldn't try taking it out unless you're very aroused again. It might be painful."