1 comments/ 41214 views/ 6 favorites Abduction By: kittyvan She was beautiful. Not the Barbie doll looks but that natural girl next door that promised warmth and class beyond the pretty face. She was sweet and kind spirited. She always had a smile for each person she met, no matter who. Every day she walked the 2 miles to school and back. She had taught at the school for the last year and always took the same path. He had watched her each day since that first September brought her past his door. So beautiful. Each day made his longing for her stronger and a little desperate. He was usually shy but there was something about her that made him yearn for her. He had to find a way to meet her. The more time passed the more convinced he became that she was his soul mate. She was the one woman who was meant for him...now he had only to convince her. He made his plans carefully. Each day he watched her walk past, and each day another piece of his plan fell into place. He must have her. He watched her that last week of school, knowing the time was here. His plan must happen today or she would be gone for the summer. That last day of school she left late...finishing up all the little things a teacher must do before closing up for the summer. It was almost dark as she walked down the path behind his house. The lane was deserted, everyone seemed to have disappeared. Now was his chance...he waited near the bushes at the back of his yard...she stopped a few houses away to smell some flowers, the agony of waiting made his heart thump in his chest. She approached the bush he was waiting by; something made her turn towards him, a sound, or maybe a feeling, the smile ever ready, already on her lips. He stepped forward as if to greet her...placed the cloth over her mouth and caught her as the chloroform did its work. She struggled, but only for a minute. She was so soft in his arms he could not resist stealing a first kiss. He lovingly carried her into his house, down the stairs and into the gilded cage he had created for her. Here he would woo her, show her how he could love her...how he would love her. He felt the surge of power that came from being lord over a life...he knew was right to do this, to bring her here. She murmured in her sleep, and gently nuzzled against him...this must be a sign that this plan would work, already she reached for him. He must work quickly if he was to put the full plan into action. First he undressed her, carefully folding her clothes and setting them in the dresser. He was shocked to see she wore thigh high stockings under her skirt and allowed her to keep them as well as the bra and panties that hid her womanly gifts. Gifts he was eager to sample he told himself...but in time...he must be patient if the plan was to work. She must want him too. He gently arranged her on the bed so that her arms and legs stretched towards the 4 posters. Taking the red silk ties, he secured her to the 4 posters, legs spread leaving her open for his inspection. He went to the closet and brought out the high black heels he'd bought for her...she was still asleep...there was time. He gently placed a shoe on each foot then drew in a sharp breath as he surveyed his work...the nylons and shoes were perfect, better than he'd hoped. Quickly, he rushed for his camera; he wanted to remember this first pose. He covered her with a silk blanket. He should have just enough time to go upstairs and prepare for her awakening. Silently he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips. He could almost feel her return the kiss. He left and locked her in. Upstairs he showered, his hands working furiously to relieve the sexual tension that had been building in his loans for far too long. He paid special detail to his appearance as he prepared for their meeting. She must love him...she must. He went to the kitchen to prepare a snack and chill the wine he'd bought for her seduction. She felt the fuzzy headache first. Disorientated, she opened her eyes...what the hell...where was she? Better yet, where were her clothes? Was this some kind of joke? She tried to move but soon discovered she had little room to move against her bindings. She struggled, testing to see if she could escape. She felt fear, that was natural...but what surprised her were the feelings of curiosity and anticipation. What would happen? Who had done this? Why? She didn't even think to scream, only let out a sigh and waited for her captor. He hummed softly as he unlocked then pushed open the door. He saw immediately that she was awake. He was surprised that she hadn't screamed. Wouldn't most women scream in this situation? Intrigued even more, he approached her. "Hello my darling." She recognized him from around their small town, but had never met him. She knew he was shy from passing him on the street...he always looked away. How curious that he should abduct her like this. She waited without response, hoping to figure out what he wanted of her: curious now more than afraid. She had always had a secret crush on him. The kind you harbour deep in your heart and never reveal. He spoke softly, "I guess you want to know why I've brought you here, like this." Her eyebrows shot up, a silent answer, but any response was welcome to him. "I want to know you darling. I want...so much for you to know me" Silently he added...to love me. She looked up at him and motioned to the bindings. "Yes my darling, I'm sorry those are necessary but they are part of the plan." He went to her and sat on the bed, reaching a hand out to stroke the hair from her face. She shivered at the touch, not afraid, but excited....what was the plan? He was excited by her reaction and could not help but touch her again...sooner than he'd meant to but...she was so accepting. He drew the blanket down. When she didn't protest he became bolder. He ran his hand lightly down her thigh. His gaze fixed on the heels he had placed on her feet. He licked his lips and glanced at her face. She looked quizzical but remained silent. He blushed slightly; he'd meant to remove the shoes before she awoke. But seeing her like this was almost too much to bear. He had meant to slowly seduce her, but the temptation of having her here, warm and so damn beautiful, he was fighting for control. He quickly got up and moved to the tray he had brought with him. "Would you like some wine?" She surprised herself by nodding yes. He brought it to her and gently held her head up to drink from the crystal glass. It was her favourite. He had watched her for so long, had followed her, and remembered everything about her. She drank deeply, as if settling her nerves for what was to come. He drained a glass himself, normally it would have been for courage, but he had never felt stronger or more in control in all his life. She watched him. Her mind raced with thoughts of what may be about to happen. Of what she was beginning to hope would happen. He refilled her glass and offered it, again she drained it. There was a beautiful blush coming to her skin. His heart stopped. She was so beautiful it scared him to touch her, but he was compelled. He drank another glass of wine, never taking his eyes of her. She moistened her lips...he watched in agony. Her tongue was pink and wet. He kneeled at her side, she turned to watch him. She was helpless, and she loved it. She had craved it without even realizing it. Her breathing became heavy. Would he dare? He told her not to be afraid. She smiled. Could it really be this easy? Feeling the wine and his own excitement, he leaned in and kissed her on the lips. At first she remained still...but her own excitement was too much to deny now. She leaned in as much as her binds would allow and returned his kiss fully. Boldly he caressed her breasts through her bra. She didn't even notice him remove it: she was so enthralled by his kiss. She remained silent, afraid to spoil the dream. His mouth tore from her lips and moved along a trail of kisses to her breasts. She gasped in shock as he claimed her nipple, suck on it and bit gently while she began to thrash against the binds. She looked askance at him, wanting to be free. He stared coldly back, shook his head. This was the plan and he had to follow it to the letter. As he suckled her breasts his hands began to caress her body freely. He knew he could have her now...knew she would not, could not resist not now that her own passion was ignited. A groan escaped her lips. He smiled, pleased with himself that he had brought the reaction so soon. He left her to pull and push at her bindings and crossed to refill their wine. This time only she drank, quickly as if she was parched. She was anxious for this to continue...the very thought shocked her. Was she this wanton...or was it the spell he had created? He removed his shirt, her eyes hungry for the sight of him. "Do you like what you see?" he asked. She nodded her head. Not sure why, but wanting to please him. He came towards her and climbed on the bed between her legs. She wondered what his next move would be. She hoped he would take her soon, the waiting was killing her. He smiled then, and reached down to her panties. She held her breath...what would he do? He grabbed the side of her panty and ripped it open, then the other. She was stunned. He threw her ruined panties to the floor. She waited. She knew she was getting wet; her sex must be soaked with all the excitement. He smiled down at her, the evidence of her arousal making him even bolder. He leaned over her, pinning her to the bead as he stole her breath in a brutal kiss. She shivered, ached, and waited. He stood again and removed the rest of his clothes. "I've wanted you from the day I first saw you." She smiled, realizing she had wanted him too. "I'm going to have you." Still, she said nothing. Would he ever take her? She thrust her hips towards him, wriggling and pulling at her binds. He ignored he attempts to control the situation, she would not tempt him, he had a plan. He knelt between her knees again, this time dipping down to kiss and caress the soft skin above her thigh highs. She bent her knees as much as she could, squirming to get away...or closer...she wasn't sure which. He kissed her all over; deliberately missing the one spot she most wanted it. His hands trembled slightly as he ran them down her stockings...his greatest fantasy was to see her in them and now he was running his hands down to feel the sharp heel of her shoe...the agony was too much, he felt his sex react with a violent tug. No, he had to wait...had to stick to the plan...had to make her crazy for him before he could take her. She was really trashing against her bindings now. She began to whimper, but still did not speak. She wanted him badly but would not beg, too proud to ask her captor for anything, even the release she was becoming desperate for. Slowly he drew his tongue along her stocking leg from ankle, she had lovely ankles, to the top of her thigh. She held her breath again, but was denied when he lifted his head to lick the other leg. Naked, in thigh high stockings a pair of heels, tied to a four poster bed by a man she did not know...and her only thought was, please, please let him taste me. As if he sensed her total submission, he bowed his head to her sweet, dripping sex, shiny already from his kisses and petting. He spread her delicate lips and suckled gently at her little flower. Licking and caressing her most tender places until he came to her hard little clit. She did cry out, briefly, but with a desperate plea as he grazed her clit with his teeth. She began bucking against the ropes wildly as he licked and sucked her clit. He slid a finger into her moist shaft; she clung to him, eager for the friction and contact as he continued his attention to her clitoris. She was riding his finger now in an attempt to end her torment. He slipped in another finger; she stiffened but continued to undulate her hips in invitation and desperation. He slid in a third finger, still suckling her clitoris. She was wild for release now, bucking and riding his fingers as he paid exacting attention to her sensitive clitoris. She was close to release, her inner muscles gripped and clung to his stroking fingers while his tongue sucked on the hardened bud. She froze, her hips in the air, all her muscles taunt, then was overcome with a cascade of shattering ripples. She rode her orgasm to the end, her body relaxing but her mind aware there was more to come. Now was the time. He looked into her eyes and felt the power of her complete submission to him. She looked at him, and finally she spoke. In little more than a whisper, she rasped "please". He stood. She was confused, would he leave? He crossed to the tray and retrieved her wine. Bringing it to her lips she drank deeply. She followed him everywhere with her eyes. They had taken on a bit of desperation. Even with the glow of her release still upon her she ached for complete satisfaction. She wanted him, needed him...now. She spoke again,"Please, I need you." His smile reassured her. He crossed to her and sat on the bed. He untied her wrists but told her not to move. She looked at him in confusion...wondering what was to come. He untied her legs. She waited, motionless. He grabbed her hips and turned her onto her stomach then retied her wrists. He adjusted the leg ropes so that her knees were thrust forward and her bum was in the air. As he retied her lovely ankles he rubbed his cock against them, one after another, delighting when the heel of her shoe caught his skin. Although she was still desperate for his love making, she worried at the next event. Why had he strung her so, she could not move an inch this time. When she thrashed now there was no give, it only tightened her bindings. She waited. He positioned himself behind her beautiful ass. He allowed himself a minute to study and caress the soft skin of her bum, and the beautiful nether lips that still dripped with her cum. This was so right. He gave her one stinging slap on the bum. It stung, but she remained quiet. As he entered her she gasped from shock as much as relief. In one deep thrust he buried himself to the hilt. It took him a minute to regain his composure. He was in ecstasy. He was where he had longed to be, where he belonged, where he would find peace. She was overwhelmed. He seemed to wait there, buried in her, waiting. She coaxed him and milked his cock with her inner muscles. She wanted this, needed this...was desperate to be taken completely. He began to thrust in and out of her. She was forced to remain motionless against her bindings, but this only encouraged her to use her inner muscles to cling and push as best she could. He started slow but quickly began to speed up as the end of his long torment was so close. He whispered her name. She moaned in response. As he came closer to his climax he held onto her, reaching around them and rubbing her still hard clitoris. She tried to buck against him, straining her ropes to push herself onto him farther. Her desperation reached a fevered pitch and she cried out his name, as she shattered into bliss. Her raging orgasm was too much for him to deny and he joined her in the release. He waited, until the last throb of his orgasm was over. Then slowly, reverently, withdrew from her. He relaxed the binding until she was lying on the bed. He came to her and kissed her gently as he cleaned her. He removed the shoes and stockings and replaced the silk blanket. She didn't say a word. He kissed her on the mouth, tasting still of her own sweet nectar...then slipped out and locked the door. No word of an explanation. Tomorrow they could talk. For tonight she fell into a dreamless sleep, her senses too overwhelmed. Was she still his captive? Or a willing party in this elicit play? Tomorrow would tell. Abduction Abduction You awake lying on your stomach. You try to turn, and realize your hands are bound, and a quick jerk tells you that your ankles have met the same fate. You appear to be bound to a table, padded and apparently shaped like an "X". Not to mention, you are naked. Your head pounds as you attempt to get your bearings. A bright light shines on you from above, surrounding you in a circle of hot whiteness. Because of this you can hardly see anything beyond the light into the room beyond. The room is warm, and as you struggle to look around beads of sweat begin to form on your forehead, running down the sides of your face. Adrenalin floods your body as panic begins to set in. You remember the club you were at last night, though even the name is vague and hard to grasp. You remember the bass thrumming through your body, the smell of sweat, alcohol, smoke and sex filling your brain. You remember this girl—girl Hell, Woman—long black curly hair, skin-tight black clothing, lightly tanned brown skin, brown eyes and a body you would have died—or killed—to hold. You remember her grinding up against you on the dance floor, remember her running her hands across your back, then one arm behind your neck, the other at the base of your spine, controlling you as she kept moving against your body. You can remember the way your nipples felt against your shirt, hard, slightly sore from the constant contact; you remember the lust, the desire. You were led off into a more private corner; you remember the two of you kissing, hands racing across each other, the heat between your legs, the buttons on your pants being undone while your wrists were being held above your head...what? Wait a minute. You definitely remember your pants being undone by one pair of hands, while another was pinning you back. You remember the woman's smile as she stroked your clit, then it seemed that she looked past you and nodded slowly...your pants were roughly pulled back on. As they were, you remember the woman putting a finger to her lips in a "Shh!" gesture...and a wet rag was placed over your mouth and nose...Oh dear God. You've been kidnapped! You're sure that's what has happened. The adrenaline doubles as for the first time you hear a new sound in the room. Footsteps. You hear footsteps, right at the edge of the light. You can see a figure there, a vague outline of a man with a large chest and broad shoulders. It certainly isn't the woman you remember. He seems to be just standing there, watching you struggle. Slowly he begins to walk around you, always keeping just to the edge of the circle of light. "Welcome back." He says, his voice deep and full. "Don't worry, the headache will pass in a few moments." Even as he speaks you feel it start to ebb away, slowly clearing both your thoughts and vision. He continues in that same calm tone. "Any thought you may have of escape, forget about them now. You have been brought here to serve our pleasure. And even if by chance you managed to free yourself from that table, there is still both myself, and a three-inch thick steel door standing between you and any possibility of help. Whatever life you had before is over. The sooner you learn to accept that fact, the better." Before that even fully has time to sink into you muddled mind the lights go out, leaving a bright blue glow burned on your retinas. Strong hands place something around your neck and lock it into place. Something hard and rubber is placed in your mouth—you try to bite your captor and are slapped hard in the face—even in the darkness his aim seems to be perfect. Your head jerks to the left. He holds it with one hand and pushes with his thumbs against the point where your jawbones meet, forcing your mouth open. The gag is then strapped firmly behind your head. Finally a leather blindfold is placed over your eyes, and it, too, is strapped down firmly behind your head. You hear a metal click as something is attached to the thing around your neck; what you now assume must be some form of collar. Your wrists and ankles are released from the table, and you are pulled none to gently to your feet by the collar at your throat. He drags you, stumbling, across a wooden floor until of a sudden he shoves you face first against a wall. Your right wrist is quickly secured to something you can't see. You try to struggle, kicking out blindly, and the man chuckles as he pushes you harder against the wall. He wraps a hand in your hair and jerks your head back sharply. Your left arm is taken and firmly bound across from the other, and then your hair is released. You try to curse at him, but the noise is muffled completely by the gag. You hear an oddly familiar sound and suddenly there is a sharp pain across your back. Then another, and another...you're being whipped! You begin to shake in pain and fury and fear. Again, and again! Across your shoulders, your thighs, your ass. Throughout it all he never says a word. Tears stream down your face; pain fills every part of you. Soon your knees give out. They shake and buckle as the pain becomes too much. Still he continues to beat you. Finally, it stops. The room is very still. Only the muffled sounds of your sobs reach your ears. Time has no meaning. It could have been moments, it could have an eternity, when you feel hands reach around your waist and help you to your feet. Not the cruel, rough hands of the man who had beaten you, but softer, smaller, gentler hands. You feel the hot, soft weight of breasts pressing against you as these hands begin to caress your sore, aching body. They run lightly over your bruised and bleeding back, bringing about new stabs of pain. They circle around to your stomach, which tenses as these talented hands stroke lightly over it. The nails draw lightly across your skin; your body betrays you. Even through your pain your nipples grow hard and full, wanting to be caressed. The heat in your pussy becomes intense. These hands have completely taken over your will. One finger runs over your labia, stroking your clit as this woman moves against you in a most familiar way. Breasts, belly and pelvis meet your own body in a writhing, grinding motion. Your body starts to shake again...you can't believe...oh God. Without consciously realizing it you whole body starts to tense, dear God, you're about to come...when she stops. The lash across your back is so sharp and unexpected that you let out a muffles scream, and lose your footing to hang by your wrists. A hand, the man's by its size and strength, jerks your head back by the hair, and slaps you hard across the face. He rips the gag from your mouth. "Now scream all you want, bitch." Your wrists are hung above your head, obviously attached to the wall, and with not quite enough slack to allow you to kneel. Whack, whack, whack. The shots across your back are too intense to imagine, harder than before, and you wouldn't have thought that possible. You cough and splutter in shock, tears again running down your face unchecked. Hands wrap through your hair from in front of you, between you and the wall. They pull your head forward. "Are you ready to serve yet, bitch?" This is not from the man. It's the girl—the Woman—from the club. "Now serve. Start licking." With that she pulls your face hard into her crotch. The smell from her pussy intoxicates you; it is already warm and wet as your face is buried forcefully in it. Fearfully, yet with growing desire, you begin to lick gently at her labia, and the hood of her clitoris. "She thinks she's a kitten, does she? With these soft little baby licks. Maybe you should give her some incentive." She speaks to the unseen man behind you. A hard sharp slap raps across your ass, not the whip, but something harder and much less giving. A paddle. You are hit again and again; you bury your tongue in her as your only means of escape. Harder and harder the blows fall on you—yet they begin to matter less and less—pleasuring this woman has become your only goal, your meaning, and your life. Your own needs, desires, even your own pain pales before the pleasuring of this woman. You hear her let out a small moan, and a shiver of ecstasy runs through you. She begins to shake ever more violently against you. Her moans increase, and her juices begin to flow down your face. "Oh God...oh you filthy whore, yes, that's it...oh, yes, use that tongue...oh, Oh, OH YES!" She buries her hands deep in your hair, pulling you even harder against you, as the man behind you buries his cock up to the hilt in your ass with no warning. You writhe in abject pain and fury, but still you keep licking, keep sucking, pleasuring this pussy that has become your entire world. Remotely you sense your wrists being released, the man's strong hands holding you up by the waist. All of a sudden the woman pushes your face away. Your first reaction is almost total despair. She's taken away your reason for living! Soon the pain in your rear becomes more apparent, and yet becomes a tortuous type of pleasure. Harder and harder he slams against you, making you cry out with every thrust. Then, the most amazing sensation pours through you. The woman has climbed under you and begins to lick your own desperately aching pussy. She wraps her legs around you in a rough sixty-nine, all the time while he fucks your ass. You're not licking her, but fucking her with your tongue, desperately trying to drive it deeper and deeper into her. Without the slightest warning you explode into orgasm, one and then another, your body is wracked with pleasure, with pain; every inch of you is lost in it. Yet still you bury your tongue deeper, harder into her, moaning your orgasms into her pussy...finally she starts coming, bearing down on your face. Without missing a beat the man begins whipping you with one hand, while still holding your waist with the other. Whip, Slam, Whip, Slam, Whip, Slam. Faster and faster he slams himself into you, until finally, with one last tremendous lash across your back that draws blood for certain; he groans and fills your ass with come. You speak out, unthinking, the words spilling forth of their own volition. "Oh God...please...oh, please, Master...please..." Without a word he pulls out of you, grabs you by the throat and hurls you down onto your back. You hear two sets of footsteps walking away from you, presumably out of the room. You hear the sound of a metal door slamming, and the sound of a bolt being thrown. Then nothing but your own soft sobs. Abduction She made a habit, I noticed, of walking home through the park. Careless of her really, but I guess she wasn't old enough or experienced enough to realise that a young women shouldn't take too many chances with her safety. There are a lot of nasty types out there who are only too willing to take advantage of them. I should know. I'm one of them. Don't know why. Maybe it's the thrill of the chase and the capture, after which it's only fair that I collect a reward for all my effort. That's what I think, anyway. I had my van positioned at a point where she would pass it on a bend. Unless there was someone walking with her she'd be out of sight for a good fifteen to thirty seconds, and that was ample time. She came strolling along, all fat and sassy, and as she passed the van I stepped out and slapped the pad over her face. She gave a startled gasp, which was precisely the wrong thing to do, and she was passing out in seconds. I had her in the van, door closed and almost comatose in fifteen seconds flat from her stepping around the corner. A few more moments in the privacy of the van and she was sound asleep and going to stay that way for a good fifteen minutes. I hopped in the driver's seat and drove away. Being a fine law abiding citizen I paid careful attention to the road rules. After all, it would be embarrassing to be pulled over with my passenger asleep and without a seat-belt. Arriving home, I carried her in to the spare room and laid her on the mattress. A quick check of her purse gave me some basic facts about her. I already knew she was young, blonde and very pretty. That's why I'd selected her. Now checking her Id. I found that her name was Rebecca and that she was eighteen years and ten months of age, which put her in the right age bracket. (Sometimes you catch a young one and have to throw them back.) Estimating I only had a few more minutes before she woke up I quickly stripped her and left her comfortably snuggled up on the mattress. Then I fetched a plastic cup of water and a packet of Panadol, in case she had a headache when she woke. I then went and had a drink while waiting for sleeping beauty to wake up. It wasn't long before I heard a voice calling so I wandered over to her room and entered. "Hi, Rebecca," I said. "I'm Justin. How are you feeling? If you have a headache there's Panadol there." Rebecca squealed and tried to hide her nudity. Not much chance of that and silly, anyway. I'd already seem her naked, after all. "Who are you, what am I doing here and where are my clothes?" "I just told you who I was. Justin. Your clothes are in the other room. You'll get them before you leave. As to what you're doing here. . ." I paused, letting her see I was gathering my thoughts together for a proper explanation. "I and some friends of mine have this little hunt we run every so often. This time I was nominated as the hunter and you were nominated as my prey. We are very strict that we only do tag and release. We don't keep what we catch. "Now you've been caught and it's just a case of I get to tag you and then I release you back at the point where I caught you." "Wh-what's involved in the tagging," she asked. I could see she was imagining being branded or an ear pierced or all sorts of horrible things. "Nothing that you probably haven't done before," I said. "I'll give you a hint. You're naked and lying on a mattress. Get the picture?" Rebecca was appalled. "Y-you're going to rape me?" she whispered. "Such a harsh word," I murmured. "Why don't we just say that I'm going to seduce you, even though you may be a trifle reluctant?" "And you expect me to just lie here and let you take me?" Rebecca demanded. "Not really. It all depends on the personality of the woman we catch. Some shrug and state their preferred position. Some just lie there wailing 'why me', while other put up some resistance. Oh, and there was one woman who fainted as soon as she saw a cock. Apparently, she'd come out of her faint, see she was being screwed, and promptly faint again. The hunter found it most disconcerting. "My assessment of you is that you'll probably resist. It won't help you at all, but it will make you feel better knowing you tried. Correct?" Rebecca gave me the evil eye and asked when I intended to assault her. "Seduce. Not assault. Do you have a headache?" "What's that got to do with it?" "Well, if you have a headache, I suggest you have a Panadol and I'll visit you later. Otherwise I see no reason we can't get down to it right away. That way I'll be able to deliver you home in time for your dinner." The way she reacted I'd have to say no headache. She bounced to her feet and went for me. An error on her part. All I was wearing was a dressing gown and I just let it drop off as she came at me. Catching her wrists I twisted them around behind her back and, somewhat to her surprise, Rebecca found her naked self being held firmly against a naked and aroused male. From the look on her face she was fully aware of just what was pressing so firmly against her tummy. I'm quite fit and fairly strong. A lot stronger that Rebecca, that was for sure. It didn't require much effort to lay her back down on the mattress, and I was half lying on top of her. I'd managed to insert one leg between hers, giving me the access I required. I pushed her hands up above her head and just pinned her wrists there with one hand. "Just relax, Rebecca," I told her. "I know women like a bit of foreplay, so I'm not going to just start in on you. I'll let you get warmed up a little first." With that I started playing with her breasts, stroking them and teasing her nipples. Not that Rebecca seemed to be pleased with my thoughtfulness and attention to her needs. She kept up a running commentary about me and my habit back to the fifth generation, including some passing comments about the likely fate of any progeny I might have. I rose above such petty complaints, teasing her nipples until they stood nicely erect. Then while I used my mouth to keep her nipples interested, my hand slipped down between her legs and started further exploration and titillation. Rebecca was soft, her flesh yielding to my demands. I stoked and kneaded her mound, not an easy task at times the way she was trying to wriggle around. It did become easier once I slipped a couple of fingers inside her. It was funny to watch Rebecca at that stage. If she wriggled while my fingers were inside her it apparently agitated her insides something fierce. If she didn't wriggle, my fingers did their own exploring and wriggling, resulting in Rebecca being agitated all over again. I think she settled on trying to lie still and letting my fingers do the work as a means of saying she wasn't encouraging me. Whatever the reason, my fingers had full access to her pussy while she squirmed restlessly under me. It's one thing to try to lie still. It's something else entirely to actually stay still while intruding fingers brush past your clitoris and press lightly around to see how you react. I probed, she squirmed, and I probed some more. Her passage was getting slippery and hot and my fingers moved easily within her. Rebecca was breathing hard and had her head turned away, not looking at me. She switched back to looking at me when I rolled more fully onto her. I was between her thighs and my hand was cupping her pussy and easing her lips slightly apart. Now the real struggle began. Rebecca was twisting from side to side, trying to throw me off. I, on the other hand, was keeping my hand on her pussy and using it to direct my cock toward her opening. When Rebecca felt my cock pressing against her she started swearing at me again and her struggles increased. Neither of these things worried me. The words I ignored, feeling she had a right to her own opinion, and the struggle was interesting. What I was doing was resting in position, and every time her struggle relaxed for a moment I would push against her, gaining a little more ground. It wasn't long before the head of my cock was fully inside her, with her lips closing over it and holding it. Knowing that any further struggles were useless, Rebecca just sagged back, and I pushed triumphantly forward. Her passage was hot and wet and still very tight, but my cock pushed forward easily, forcing her passage to yield and causing it to stretch to take all of me. And stretch it did, until I was nicely in place. Now that I had Rebecca nailed I just rested for a moment, letting her get used to the idea that she'd lost and was about to be ridden hard. "You look a little pissed off," I murmured, and she promptly looked even more pissed off. "What you need to do is extract a little revenge. Why don't you try to rape me while I'm taking you? See if you can make me come really fast and ruin my fun." Would you believe the woman was actually angry enough to try? I started to move, meaning to drive into her slowly and smoothly, intending to build her up to a point where we could both really go for it. Rebecca wasn't having a bar of it. I pulled back and started back down, moving gently to let Rebecca get accustomed to the feel of me. Ha. Gently? Rebecca humped her hips and slammed up at me as if she was going to buck me off. That may well have been her intention. The next thing I know we were into wild animal sex. We were clashing against each other, both trying to assert our dominance. We were heaving and sweating and gasping and grunting with effort. We came together hard, bounced, and came back to meet each other even harder. I pounded down into Rebecca and she took everything I gave her and pushed up at me, demanding more. An impartial observer would have been hard worked to determine which of us was the aggressor and which the victim. I rode Rebecca, determined to ride her into exhaustion, whereas she wrapped her legs around me, determined to make me her prisoner and drain me. The whole thing was absolutely fantastic. I guess you could say that the final outcome was a draw, but I felt like a winner and from the smirk on Rebecca's face she also considered herself to have won out little bout. I'll admit I came first, but Rebecca's climax followed on hard behind mine and, from her scream of frustration as she went under, she hadn't really wanted to give me the satisfaction of pleasing her. Afterwards I was done. As much as I'd have liked to take her again I don't think I'd have been able to raise more than a twitch for several hours to come. Fortunately, Rebecca was also done to a turn. She was almost comatose. I roused her and pointed her at the en suite, telling her to shower and dress. Her clothes were in there. Fastest shower I've ever witnessed in a woman. She must have turned on the water, run around in it real quick and then dried and dressed. I'd barely had time to get dressed myself. I explained to her that I was going to put her to sleep and drop her off where I picked her up. She wasn't too happy about it but didn't try to resist. She did have one question before sleepy time. "Do your friends just take your word for it that you tagged and released me? Trusting souls." I grinned as I put the pad over her face. "Not so trusting. That's why we film everything. Nighty, night." I was laughing at the look of fury that crossed her face before she went under. With her asleep it was a minor matter to transport her back to the park and leave her sitting on a bench. Then I just hung around in the background to ensure that she wasn't molested by some lowlife while asleep. There were no problems. She woke up, looked around sleepily, and then snapped to. Getting up she hurried off home and I did likewise.