Trample Novels & Stories

Amy was a sweetheart and never complained about our change in plans. Amy had never been particular about things like me. While I never openly declared my disapproval, I had always tormented myself with the disappointment that things didn’t go my way and simply didn’t understand how people like Amy could move on so quickly. It was something I really wanted to change about myself because it brought harmony to nobody. In fact, it was beginning to pose as a self-destructive trait as I was essentially ruining my chance at having a fun time by acting like a brat about it.

Tenths. They came closer, more closer, most closer and... one jumped with a speed of an eagle extending his jaw to catch her. That's when she felt being wrapped in huge arms which seized and forced her to jump over the cliff. "Don't worry! I'm taking you into an abyss where only peace and happiness flows." The man said, his voice sounding more romantic and promising to her. "Rejoice because your story is about to reach a happily ever moment."

Crawling, walking, running, jumping with both feet. Jumping tantrums in many shops when her parents wouldn't buy her what she wanted. Pulling and carrying toys... misplacing them and making the house a mess. Crying for the toys she misplaced. Climbing on furniture, almost giving her mother a heart attack afraid she would fall. Throwing and kicking a ball towards her dad or grandpa or Uncle Sam. Walking up the stairs while holding the rail. Daddy teaching her how to brush her teeth and hair. Mommy doesn't have to help her pull up her pants anymore. She claims to be a big girl. Turning on the faucet and leaving the bathroom a mess. How did she even reach there? Holding up utensils and crayons

At the same time my elbow met with his stomach. Ooaf. It wasn't a word but a sound as his grip loosened. Without pause, I broke free and raced for the door. The sliver of light shining beneath the large door was my goal, my finish line or perhaps my start line. Once beyond, I imagined screaming for help as I ran back upstairs. Lunging forward, my bare feet tripped on the plush carpet as they were captured. Helplessly, I fell forward, ending my race before it began.

"I'm giving you a chance here!" The tramp shrugged, unaffected. "And I refuse to take it. Come on, show me what you got!" The geezer smiled and appeared in front of the tramp in a flash, launching a jab straight at her stomach. As the tramp was unable to dodge in time, the punch struck true and sent her stumbling a couple steps backward. "Bleurgh!" Even as the tramp coughed a mouthful of blood, the geezer did not even afford her time to catch her breath and launched another jab at her face.

I said softly. I was anticipating his outburst. The seconds ticked by. He didn't respond. He slowly got out of his chair and walked behind my chair. He knelt and spoke quietly. "I will make you mine, and you will like it, nothing is more erotic than a screaming woman in the throes of pleasure.” He traced a finger down me as he spoke, and a shiver coursed through me. "You're going to....rape me?" I was shivering. “It is only rape if you are unwilling,” he countered softly. “And I promise, you will not be unwilling.”