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Archive name: jess.txt (Mdom/F, nc, teens, bd, parody)
Authors name: jbkestrel (babarusa3@hotmail.com)
Story title : Jess, in the Bedroom, with a Rope

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Jess, in the Bedroom, with a Rope 
By jbkestrel (babarusa3@hotmail.com)

***

Jess Mariano was pleased with himself when he finally 
gave it to Rory Gilmore. In his opinion, it had been a 
long time coming. Sure, Rory was slender and very 
pretty, with long, brown hair and innocent eyes, but it 
didn't matter how special she was. 

A guy could only spend so much time holding a girl's 
hand. He'd lost track of the times he had taken her to 
Luke's apartment, over the diner. He'd get her stretched 
out on the couch. She always looked amazing. She'd be 
like, "So did you read such and such? What did you 
think?" 

She always wanted to know what he thought. She'd stare 
at him, her eyes wide. He'd try to answer, but all he 
wanted was to rip off her clothes. After a while, he'd 
sort of get on top of her. She was small, and very soft. 
She gave him dry, little girl kisses. If he tried to put 
his tongue in her mouth, she'd turn her head. If he put 
his hand under her shirt, she'd shove it away. If he 
tried to take her hand, and put it on his crotch, she'd 
say it was time to go home. Home to her mother. What the 
hell did she think, that it was 1950? She was nuts. 

He knew she wanted him. He could tell. Her voice got 
soft and breathy when he touched her. He could see the 
wanting in the distant blue of her eyes. Those 
incredible eyes would blur, and she'd get vague and a 
little silly. Sometimes she'd get a cute little crease 
in her forehead, and he'd be sure she was thinking about 
him. She was thinking about what it would be like. He 
kept after her, pushing, and finally she said yes. He 
knew she was just curious, and didn't really think she 
was ready. He didn't care. He wanted to fuck her, and 
one rainy night, while her mother was away, he did.

They undressed in the semi-darkness of her bedroom. Rory 
sat on the edge of her bed, shivering in the cold, her 
nipples tight little points. She looked scared, and in a 
weird way, that turned him on. She should be scared. He 
shoved her back against the pillows, and watched her 
breasts jiggle. "Open your legs," he said roughly. He 
was looking at her bush. She didn't have much hair.

She sort of looked like a little girl. He was painfully 
hard.

"Jess?" Her voice was high. He climbed up on the bed, 
shoving her legs apart. He was done talking. All they'd 
done for months and months was talk. "Jess!" Rory said 
breathlessly. There was a spatter of rain against the 
window.

He grabbed her hips, dragging her closer. He reached 
down, and gave his thickened penis a couple of stokes. 
He forced it into her tight cunt. Her back arched, and 
her head whacked the headboard. She grunted. She clawed 
the mattress, trying to push herself away from him. He 
pulled on her thighs, getting her legs up, jamming 
himself in deep. She was so tight. The sensation was 
incredible. He was the first guy to be inside her. He 
loved the idea of that. 

It was like he was splitting her open. 

Rory whimpered. She started to struggle. She thrashed 
her legs, and tried to twist away. Jess wasn't going to 
let her escape, not now. There was no way she was 
getting out from under him. He caught her wrists and 
shoved her arms over her head. He used his weight to 
hold her in place. He thrust into her, banging her head 
against the headboard. She fought him. She was so small. 
It was easy to hold her down. He was thinking that she 
looked great, when she struggled like that. He was 
thinking that it would be cool if he had something to 
tie her up with. Maybe next time.

"I don't ever want to see you again," she said 
afterwards. "Don't you come near me!"

"Whatever." He got out his cigarettes. As soon as he 
went outside, he'd light up. She was scrunched up by the 
headboard, shaking, with her arms wrapped around her 
legs. In his mind, he could see her wrapped up in ropes, 
tied down. Helpless. Only her eyes would move, they'd be 
huge and scared. He started to get hard again. "C'mere," 
he said.

"Go away!" she cried, and got to her feet. Jess grabbed 
her hair, and pulled her over to the armchair.

"No!" She was such a girl. She struck him with her 
little fists. It didn't hurt at all. He folded her over 
the arm of the chair, and spanked her pale ass. She 
screamed, and he shoved her face into the cushions. Jess 
had already gotten dressed. He just unzipped his jeans, 
and got out his dick. He thrust it into her from behind, 
not her ass, not yet, he was saving that for another 
time. 

He shoved himself in deep, at the same time winding a 
hand in her long, dark hair. With his other hand, he 
hung onto her hip. He got a good rhythm going. He'd pull 
out part way, and then come back hard, driving into her. 

With every thrust, Rory's whole body jumped. She tossed 
and moaned. He was controlling her with his cock, almost 
holding her up. After a while, her struggles got weaker. 
When he'd blown his load a second time, he pulled out 
for good, making a sticky sound. He zipped up.

"Rory?" He jabbed her with his finger. She'd passed out. 

He rubbed her butt, cupping her cheek with his hand. 
There wasn't a mark on her. He was thinking he'd like to 
tattoo his name there, so she would never forget him. He 
picked her up and dumped her in her bed. She was pale 
and quiet. She wasn't staring at him, and asking him 
questions. One of her arms had fallen off the edge of 
the bed. He picked it up and arranged it in a gentle arc 
over her head. He folded her other arm across her 
stomach. He fixed her legs so they were drawn up and 
slightly bent. He didn't want her pubic hair to show. He 
wanted her to look like a sleeping angel.

He let himself out of the house. He stood on the veranda 
and smoked. It was wet, and he didn't want to ruin a 
cigarette in the rain. He watched the water drip from 
the eaves troughs. He was thinking about how he'd gotten 
a piece of Rory Gilmore. She could never get it back.

*

The next morning, Rory didn't show up at the diner with 
her mother. Jess wondered what was going on. "Where is 
she?" he asked Lorelai.

Lorelai gave him a look. You bitch, Jess thought. Don't 
look at me like that. What had Rory said? Would she 
tell? He'd already gotten her to lie to her mom, about 
all kinds of things. It had been neat to see what he 
could make Rory do. It was like he was separating her 
from her mom, inserting himself between them. It was 
stupid the way Rory and Lorelai thought they were so 
close. There was no point to it. In his opinion, it made 
Rory immature. Besides, Rory should answer to him, now.

Lorelai shrugged. "She's staying home today. She has the 
flu."

"Huh." He raised an eyebrow. Rory never skipped school. 
"Maybe later I'll take her some soup."

"Don't tire her out," Lorelai said. "She doesn't feel 
well."

"Never." He gave Lorelai a big smile. She looked 
surprised.

He tried the back door. It was locked, which was 
strange, because no one ever locked their door in Stars 
Hollow. He picked the lock and went into the kitchen. He 
had a bag of stuff he'd gotten from the hardware store, 
rope mostly. He put it on the kitchen table. He thought 
she might be watching TV. He checked the living room. 
She wasn't there. She wasn't in her bedroom either. 

Where the hell was she? He noticed that the pillow from 
her bed was missing. Then he noticed that by her closet, 
there was a pile of stuff on the floor, shoes and shit. 
He opened the closet door. She was curled up in a ball, 
hugging her pillow. "You're weird," he said. "Come out 
of there."

"Get away from me," she said.

"What's your problem?" He crouched down.

She turned away so that she was facing the wall. "Please 
don't."

"Don't what?" he asked. "Come on, let's fuck."

"No!" she said. "I hate you."

"Whatever." He grabbed her arm, and pulled her out of 
the closet. "I didn't come over here to look at you in 
your Ally McBeal pajamas. Take them off."

"I will not!" Rory looked up at him. Her face was white.

"If you don't, I will," Jess said. She didn't move. 
"Fine, be that way." He undressed her, and she just sat 
there and let him do it. He unbuttoned the top, and 
shoved it off her shoulders. When he saw her little tits 
again, in the daylight, he got hard. He played with her 
breasts. He made her stand up so he could pull down the 
bottoms. He even took off her socks. He wanted her to be 
totally naked. "You look good," he said. "We're going to 
try something new today."

"I don't want to," Rory said. "You hurt me."

"It's always like that the first time. I'll make you 
have an orgasm today. Then you'll be begging for more."

"I don't think so," Rory said.

He shoved her back on the bed. She lay there stiffly, 
watching him. He got out the rope, and wound it a couple 
of times around each of her delicate wrists. He looped 
it around the bedposts, and pulled it tight. Her arms 
sprang out, and she struggled a little, but she was 
lashed to the bed, and there was nothing she could do. 

He tied a band of rope around each of her thighs, 
securing Rory to the bed frame with no way to close her 
legs. He tied her ankles to either corner of the bed. 
There was a little give, so she could squirm. It was 
pretty when she squirmed. But she could never get free. 
She was spread eagle, and her cunt was on display, it 
was the center of everything. She looked up at him, her 
eyes wide and scared. "I'm going to scream." She was 
breathing heavy, straining, trying to bring her thighs 
together.

"Thanks for reminding me." He opened the top dresser 
drawer and found a pair of her panties. He stuffed them 
in her mouth, poking them all the way in until she 
gagged. From his supplies, he got out a roll of tape. He 
ripped off a hunk, and put it over her mouth. Rory had 
always been this pure little princess. Everyone thought 
she was too good for him. They even said so. There was 
something very powerful in degrading her like this. He 
could do anything he wanted to her. "First, I'm going to 
fuck you," he said. "But I will make you come, later."

She looked away, and that made him mad. "Look at me," he 
said roughly. He pinched her boob, and she groaned. Then 
he stuck his hand between her legs. She started to 
struggle. He found her nub, and rubbed it with his 
finger. "I can make you wet," he said. "Then you'll want 
it." He rubbed her for a bit, but she wasn't even trying 
to enjoy it. "Screw you," he said. He undressed and 
climbed on top of her.

He'd promised to make her come, but after he balled her, 
he wasn't in the mood. She was pissing him off, kind of, 
with her crying. It was infuriating. He left her tied up 
on the bed. 

Barefoot, wearing just his jeans, he padded into the 
kitchen. He opened the refrigerator. There was nothing 
to eat. Typical. He would have gone back to the diner, 
but it had taken a while to get her rigged up like that. 
He wasn't ready to untie her yet, and couldn't leave her 
alone, just in case. What he was wishing was that he had 
a vibrator. Then he could stick it up inside her, and 
watch TV while she amused herself. 

He went back to her room and looked at her. When she saw 
him in the doorway, she made a sound. She lifted her 
head, and looked at him with enormous eyes. "Does Polly 
want a cracker?" he asked, grinning. He went in and sat 
beside her on the bed. "I'm going to tie you up every 
time. In different positions. We'll try them all."

Rory's head fell back against the mattress. She closed 
her eyes. Jess started to massage her breast, his hand 
going in a circle. She tried to pull away, but she 
couldn't go anywhere. He tweaked her nipple, and her 
eyes flew open. He put his hand between her legs, found 
her nub, and started to massage that. She shook her 
head, making a noise. "Relax," he said. "Look, I'll make 
you come, okay? But you have to stop being such a 
bitch."

He crawled up between her legs, and started to eat her 
out. It was just another thing. He didn't have a problem 
with it. He licked up, and dabbed her clit, like a cat. 
She was moving, and making noise. She had no control 
over her body. He liked it that he was forcing her to 
come whether she wanted to or not. Her breath became 
ragged, and her body tensed. He could feel her muscles 
contracting. It didn't take very long before there was a 
big spasm, and then she was wet, all over his tongue.

He got up, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. He 
ripped off the tape, and pulled the panties out of her 
mouth. "Please let me up," she gasped.

It made him angry. "Is that all you have to say?"

"What do you want?"

"You could say thank you."

"Thank you," she said quickly.

He started to untie her. It took a while. When he was 
done, she got to her feet. She looked a little rocky. 
There was a moment, where she was looking at him and he 
thought she was going to kiss him. Suddenly, she darted 
for the door. He grabbed her. She was naked and sweaty. 
Slippery. He pulled her back into the room. "What the 
hell is your problem?"

"Let me go," she begged, struggling. She tried to peel 
his arms away from her waist.

"I could slap you," he said. "Are you going to run out 
in the street naked?"

"Please let me go!"

"Not until you calm down."

"Please!"

"Are you going to say anything?" he said in her ear. He 
was holding her tight. Rory went limp. She shook her 
head. He turned her around and gripped her shoulders. He 
looked in her eyes. "I don't believe you." He picked up 
a piece of rope. He gestured. She hesitated, but then 
she turned around. He started to tie her wrists behind 
her back.

"I won't say anything," she said softly, her head bent. 

He tied a rope around her waist, and drew it though her 
legs. He made her get down on the floor, on her stomach. 
He brought the rope up through her butt cheeks, between 
her wrists. He bent her legs, and used the rope to tie 
off her ankles. He looped it around her neck a couple of 
times. He taped her mouth.

"You can't move a muscle," he said. "You'll hurt 
yourself, and that will be your fault. Just stay there, 
and see what it feels like when you don't do what I 
say."

He went into the living room, and turned on the TV. It 
was still early. He had all day. He decided to let her 
stew in her own juices for a while. Later, he'd fuck her 
some more. Rory could be such a baby.


The End

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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