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The sun was shining directly on Tory Lions books as she turned to try and enable her to read a bit better, her long brunette hair shadowed the books perfectly as she continued to study the sexual anatomy of ferrets. Her mind blocked out the loutish behaviour of the footballers behind her, when she began to read she created her own world.
She’d dream of one day knowing all that her heart desired, being able to help, and quenching her thirst for knowledge. Sometimes she would laugh at the other university students, they didn’t know what was ahead of them, they weren’t aware that they’re youthful lifestyle would fade away as work piled onto their shoulders. Then she would be the one skipping around, her hair shining in the sun, she’d be free and they’d be locked away.
So they laugh at her behind her back, yes so she had no normal life, no get away from it all, no partner that they all prided themselves so highly on. But these things didn’t matter to her, to be honest she’d never thought about guys that way.
She lay back in the long grass, her gypsy skirt spreading out and her bracelets clinking together quietly.
Occasionally she would glance up, only to look at the time on the large courtyard clock. When it got to 1:45 she packed up her bag and slung it over her shoulder as she made her way towards the large glass doors. So she was 19, she would question herself, what difference does that make? She pushed the door open, just more than she needed and headed towards the lecture hall.
She pulled back her seat, 3 rows from the back; she laid out her books and sat down. There was a movement at the door almost immediately after she had done so, not the usual teacher. The man glanced around, his face lighting up when he saw her:
“Tory, I assume?” the man said shaking her hand.
“Yes… err… Sir?”
“Oh no, no. I just came to offer you use of my extensive library, I heard you have a so called insatiable thirst for knowledge. I live down the road and would love to have you round some time?”
Tory blushed deeply,
“That’s very kind of you” she murmured.
“See you round there sometime? Number 11.”
“Yeah, thank you so much”
Tory waved goodbye as the man walked out of the hall, she made the decision to go that evening. Eventually the other students began filing in and their lecture, about risk assessment of disease on farms. As per usual Tory listened eagerly, absorbing the information from the slides. As the speaker finished and a round of applause roared through the hall, gradually replaced by a murmur of conversation, Tory left the room. She hastily made her way down the road to number 11.
When she reached the large stone house, all the lights were off, making it seem generally unwelcoming. She followed the concrete path through the sea of gravel to reach the front door. As she did so, she noticed a note with her name on the tall, black, looming door. She gently removed the selotape holding the note in place as she opened it up.
‘Dear Tory,
Apologies, I cannot be there today as something came up. Please find the key located under the milk bottle and make yourself at home.
Yours truly,
Martin Prad.’
Tory glanced around for the milk, kneeling down and grasping the key between her thumb and index finger as she began to fiddle with the lock. Eventually a click was heard and Tory was able to swing the door open.
She looked up and down the corridor, slowly walking down, sparing a look into each room. She was impressed by the old gothic style of each room, the period features were well maintained. She reached the end of the hall and just one door remained, she began to push down on the handle.
It was pitch black, she felt for a light switch with no prevail. Her hands clumsily skimmed across the wall, stopping as she felt a scraping on her right palm. She fumbled for a better idea of the form of the object when it fell into her hand. It was a wooden torch with a rattling match inside. Striking the match along the rough wood quickly resulted in a large orange flame. She continued to stroke along the walls, checking for the other torches until the room was lit up splendidly with a glow of orange light.
This was Tory’s first chance to see the bookcases, they were like the movies. They reached the ceiling and had sliding stepladders to assist with the higher books.
“Boo!”
“Hello?”
“Hello indeed, you’re very pretty. Come over here”
Tory stood still.
“If you don’t I’ll come over there and it’ll be a lot rougher for you.”
He waited for a few seconds before lumbering towards her, she ran, making her way through a previously smashed window onto the grass. She kept running towards the fence of the park, she jumped it, quickly looking beck, he was right behind her. She crashed to the ground, clawing backwards through the grass; she looked at him, right above her now. He grabbed her leg, the skirt ripping off from around her.
“We can do wondrous things if stop fighting it”
He placed a leg either side of her stomach, removing her top and bra.
“Ready?”
He pointed to her flaccid nipple, his gloved hand gently stimulating it until it became erect.
“Not so bad?”
Tory maintained her rigid position, too scared to move.
“The amazing thing is how sensitive it becomes after that.”
His index finger began gently stroking her erect nipple as his other hand came into her view, a blade glinting in the light. He dragged it across her breast, making an incision across the centre of the nipple.
“Being a vet student, I’m sure you’re aware that hands on learning is much better than books, so…”
He pushed the scalpel into her hand, keeping a firm grip around her wrist. He unzipped his trousers, moving so Tory had a full view of his erect penis.
“Pleasure will keep your nipples erect, so that’ll make it easier to locate the blood supply to them. I’m certain you know the route I’m about to take.”
He pushed a couple of fingers beneath her underwear, pushing them into her.
“You are exactly how I expected. Now this might hurt a little, considering how tight you are. You could loosen up and make it easier on yourself, but I don’t expect for a moment that you will.”
With a sudden jolt, she screamed, he pushed himself between her tightly closed thighs. Her face contorted with pain as he tugged on her arm.
“Now time to look at the blood supply.”
He grabbed her breasts, using them to pull her harder onto him. The pain forced her to relinquish control of her arm as he quickly moved the scalpel bearing hand to the nipple. He cut all the way through it, peeling the skin away from the remainder of the mammary gland.
Tears stained her cheeks as she strained to look away, blood stained her hand and ran over her body.
“As you can tell the blood supply is great, look at all the vessels.”
He took the scalpel back, using another push to make her scream before she passed out.

Description
The sun was shining directly on Tory Lions books as she turned to try and enable her to read a bit better, her long brunette hair shadowed the books perfectly as she continued to study the sexual anatomy of ferrets. Her mind blocked out the loutish behaviour of the footballers behind her, when she began to read she created her own world.
She’d dream of one day knowing all that her heart desired, being able to help, and quenching her thirst for knowledge. Sometimes she would laugh at the other university students, they didn’t know what was ahead of them, they weren’t aware that they’re youthful lifestyle would fade away as work piled onto their shoulders. Then she would be the one skipping around, her hair shining in the sun, she’d be free and they’d be locked away.
So they laugh at her behind her back, yes so she had no normal life, no get away from it all, no partner that they all prided themselves so highly on. But these things didn’t matter to her, to be honest she’d never thought about guys that way.
She lay back in the long grass, her gypsy skirt spreading out and her bracelets clinking together quietly.
Occasionally she would glance up, only to look at the time on the large courtyard clock. When it got to 1:45 she packed up her bag and slung it over her shoulder as she made her way towards the large glass doors. So she was 19, she would question herself, what difference does that make? She pushed the door open, just more than she needed and headed towards the lecture hall.
She pulled back her seat, 3 rows from the back; she laid out her books and sat down. There was a movement at the door almost immediately after she had done so, not the usual teacher. The man glanced around, his face lighting up when he saw her:
“Tory, I assume?” the man said shaking her hand.
“Yes… err… Sir?”
“Oh no, no. I just came to offer you use of my extensive library, I heard you have a so called insatiable thirst for knowledge. I live down the road and would love to have you round some time?”
Tory blushed deeply,
“That’s very kind of you” she murmured.
“See you round there sometime? Number 11.”
“Yeah, thank you so much”
Tory waved goodbye as the man walked out of the hall, she made the decision to go that evening. Eventually the other students began filing in and their lecture, about risk assessment of disease on farms. As per usual Tory listened eagerly, absorbing the information from the slides. As the speaker finished and a round of applause roared through the hall, gradually replaced by a murmur of conversation, Tory left the room. She hastily made her way down the road to number 11.
When she reached the large stone house, all the lights were off, making it seem generally unwelcoming. She followed the concrete path through the sea of gravel to reach the front door. As she did so, she noticed a note with her name on the tall, black, looming door. She gently removed the selotape holding the note in place as she opened it up.
‘Dear Tory,
Apologies, I cannot be there today as something came up. Please find the key located under the milk bottle and make yourself at home.
Yours truly,
Martin Prad.’
Tory glanced around for the milk, kneeling down and grasping the key between her thumb and index finger as she began to fiddle with the lock. Eventually a click was heard and Tory was able to swing the door open.
She looked up and down the corridor, slowly walking down, sparing a look into each room. She was impressed by the old gothic style of each room, the period features were well maintained. She reached the end of the hall and just one door remained, she began to push down on the handle.
It was pitch black, she felt for a light switch with no prevail. Her hands clumsily skimmed across the wall, stopping as she felt a scraping on her right palm. She fumbled for a better idea of the form of the object when it fell into her hand. It was a wooden torch with a rattling match inside. Striking the match along the rough wood quickly resulted in a large orange flame. She continued to stroke along the walls, checking for the other torches until the room was lit up splendidly with a glow of orange light.
This was Tory’s first chance to see the bookcases, they were like the movies. They reached the ceiling and had sliding stepladders to assist with the higher books.
“Boo!”
“Hello?”
“Hello indeed, you’re very pretty. Come over here”
Tory stood still.
“If you don’t I’ll come over there and it’ll be a lot rougher for you.”
He waited for a few seconds before lumbering towards her, she ran, making her way through a previously smashed window onto the grass. She kept running towards the fence of the park, she jumped it, quickly looking beck, he was right behind her. She crashed to the ground, clawing backwards through the grass; she looked at him, right above her now. He grabbed her leg, the skirt ripping off from around her.
“We can do wondrous things if stop fighting it”
He placed a leg either side of her stomach, removing her top and bra.
“Ready?”
He pointed to her flaccid nipple, his gloved hand gently stimulating it until it became erect.
“Not so bad?”
Tory maintained her rigid position, too scared to move.
“The amazing thing is how sensitive it becomes after that.”
His index finger began gently stroking her erect nipple as his other hand came into her view, a blade glinting in the light. He dragged it across her breast, making an incision across the centre of the nipple.
“Being a vet student, I’m sure you’re aware that hands on learning is much better than books, so…”
He pushed the scalpel into her hand, keeping a firm grip around her wrist. He unzipped his trousers, moving so Tory had a full view of his erect penis.
“Pleasure will keep your nipples erect, so that’ll make it easier to locate the blood supply to them. I’m certain you know the route I’m about to take.”
He pushed a couple of fingers beneath her underwear, pushing them into her.
“You are exactly how I expected. Now this might hurt a little, considering how tight you are. You could loosen up and make it easier on yourself, but I don’t expect for a moment that you will.”
With a sudden jolt, she screamed, he pushed himself between her tightly closed thighs. Her face contorted with pain as he tugged on her arm.
“Now time to look at the blood supply.”
He grabbed her breasts, using them to pull her harder onto him. The pain forced her to relinquish control of her arm as he quickly moved the scalpel bearing hand to the nipple. He cut all the way through it, peeling the skin away from the remainder of the mammary gland.
Tears stained her cheeks as she strained to look away, blood stained her hand and ran over her body.
“As you can tell the blood supply is great, look at all the vessels.”
He took the scalpel back, using another push to make her scream before she passed out.