I had a rather strange girlfriend. Angelica was her name, and she was a looker. She was shorter than me, only coming up to my chest, with long blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a stunning face. Her body was perfect in every way; well-toned from working out at the gym, firm breasts, slender waist, and a round ass that begged for attention. I had no idea how I had become her boyfriend, Angelica was out of my league.
We first met a few months ago. I was dragged to a friend's party against my will, and while I was standing in a corner nursing my drink, Angelica wandered over to me. She looked right into my eyes and smiled, which made my heart skip a beat. "Hey, I'm Angelica," she said as she extended her hand. I took it and shook it, whilst wondering why she had come over here. We hit it off almost immediately, and spent the rest of the night together. It didn't take long before we started dating.
I soon discovered Angelica had the uncanny ability to show up in the most random places. Every time I talked to some woman, she would appear out of thin air and wrap herself around me, as if to say, "he's mine." Calling it bizarre would be an understatement, but also I thought it was cute, so I let her proclivities slide. Keeping any secrets from her was borderline impossible. She seemed to know everything I did, even when I didn't think she could possibly have known.
The products lining my screen vanished when I closed the website. Rubbing my eyes, I saw that I had spent several hours in a fruitless search for a Christmas present for her. Despite all that Angelica knew about me, I didn't know much about her. Rather embarrassing I know. Sighing, I lent back in my chair and opened up another online shopping site, hoping something would jump out.
Browsing through the offered products, a knock at the door broke my concentration. I jumped up and ran to the front door, opening it wide to see Angelica on the other side. She wore a white t-shirt that was stretched tight across her breasts, and short black shorts that revealed more than they hid. She left her hair loose like usual, blonde locks cascading past her shoulders and framing her gorgeous face.
I didn't notice the taser she had brought until it was jabbed into my chest and activated. "Nighty night," I heard a voice whisper as I fell to the ground.
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"Ughhh... Uhhhh..." I groaned, trying to move my arms and legs. The pain in my chest was intense, but nothing compared to the agony in my head. What happened? Where am I? I tried to remember, but my mind was fuzzy.
"Oh, you're awake. Good," a familiar voice said, and I turned my head towards the sound. Angelica was sitting in a chair next to the bed. She was wearing a Santa outfit, the red dress with a fluffy white collar clinging to her curves. She looked good enough to eat.
"Where am I?" I asked, still trying to wake up.
"You are in my bed, you've been out for—" She glanced up at a clock mounted behind my bed. "—2 hours."
"That long?" I muttered. When I attempt to sit up, Angelica all but jumped on top of me, pinning me back onto the bed.
"No! You stay put!" she commanded, grabbing my wrists and holding them down with one hand. "Don't try to move." Her lips split open in a smile, but it wasn't the usual happy one that she made every time she saw me. It was twisted, demented, not quite reaching her eyes. "I still need to give you your present."
"Give me my present?" I asked, trying to twist free. "What the hell is going on?"
"Don't worry, I'll explain everything." She began to rub her hands along my chest, making my skin crawl. "But first, I want to enjoy the moment."
I tried to struggle again, but Angelica was too strong. She held me down, rubbing her hands over my body, and occasionally pinching my nipples. I struggled to keep my eyes open, but every time I managed to doze off, Angelica would wake me up. I couldn't believe this was happening. I was naked, lying in my girlfriend's bed, being molested by her.
"We're going to have a baby," Angelica said, continuing her ministrations. "And I'm going to be the mother, you'll be the father." She giggled. "Isn't that wonderful?"
I had no idea this side to Angelica existed, and I wanted out. "Let me go," I pleaded. "I don't want a kid, I wouldn't know how to take care of one." My words didn't seem to register with Angelica. She just continued to touch me, and I could feel my heart rate increasing. I could hear my pulse pounding in my ears, and my breathing became shallow.
"Let's get started, then," Angelica purred. "I'll start with your present, and then we can talk about yours." Her hands moved lower, her fingers tracing along my bare chest, slowly moving down to my stomach. Her fingernails raked across my skin, sending shivers through my body. "How does that feel?" she asked. "Does it hurt?"
"Stop it!" I cried out, trying to push her away. But Angelica just laughed and held me down. Her nails scratched my stomach, drawing blood. "Please stop!" I begged, tears running down my cheeks. "You're hurting me."
"It feels nice doesn't it?" Angelica asked, continuing her torture. "It makes you want to submit, doesn't it? To obey me." She leaned in close, whispering in my ear. "To do anything I tell you to do." She licked my neck, and I nearly lost consciousness. "Doesn't it?"
I was completely helpless to fight back, and my mind was rapidly slipping away. "Yes," I whispered. "It does." The word barely escaped my lips.
Angelica climbed ontop of me, straddling my hips. "Good boy," she cooed. "Now it's time for your present."