2 comments/ 98093 views/ 4 favorites A Break By: jthserra Lost in the sensation, Claire gasped for breath and then moved her mouth back between her partner's legs, and reaching both hands on each side of her slit, shut pulled lightly, opening her lips, exposing the dark, hole surrounded by her soft, glistening flesh. Pushing her tongue deep into the opening she began pumping her head up and down, fucking the woman with her tongue as her saliva and the woman's juices ran down her chin. Claire had to concentrate because as she was doing this, her partner was ferociously sucking her clit, bringing her closer and closer... She moved, the tongue now slid down between her lips and slithered into her cunt. "Not now, not now," she screamed to herself, feeling the intensity suddenly subside. Frustrated, she moved her hands to the woman's ass, squeezing her buttocks before sliding them open, exposing her tight little asshole. Running her tongue between her cheeks, she slide her tongue over the puckered hole, she dipped the tip of her tongue in just a bit before moving back around the rim again. A tongue moved back to her clit and Claire began to feel something building up inside her again. To show her appreciation, she quickly moved back to the woman's clit and sucked it into her mouth as she plunged a finger into her wet pussy. Getting closer now, Claire lifted her head from between her lover's legs and moaned loudly, so close to coming.... "Cut, cut, what the hell are you doing here? This is not in the script." The woman immediately stopped her teasing of Claire's clit and growled, "Fuck it Billy, just keep filming with you. I mean shit, you'd think a real life orgasm on screen would be good." "Look, I tell her lick your ass, she's supposed to lick your ass, not raise her head up and moan." "Dammit Billy, she was about to come, don't you get it. She actually feels something here, you haven't killed it in her yet." "Look, I don't give a fuck what it feels like for her, I got a movie to make..." "Fuck you Billy, fuck you. Come on Claire, the woman said grabbing her hand and dragging her toward their dressing room." "Where are you going?" "We're taking a break... it's allowed, read the fucking contract Billy." "Not in the middle of a take, oh son of a bitch." Claire stepped into the dressing room and sat down on the couch, feeling something hard and dry on the upholstery scratch her bare ass. She watched the woman lock the door. "We don't have to take this shit off assholes like him." "But..." "Look, they don't own us. We do what the script says, but we are human and things happen. Honey, the good ones aren't like this, hell they are a lot better. Of course you can find worse too." "What are we going to do?" "We wait here until Johnny gets back, he's the producer. I'll talk with him and we'll get straightened out." "But what if I..." "Hon... I remember first coming out here. Some of the girls are bothered by all the people around, others like it. I was like you, it kind of turned me on, I mean thinking all those guys running the cameras with hard-ons and all." "Well, I thought about that." "Think about it Hon, most of these guys have been doing this for years, they get used to it. Of course, someone young and pretty like you comes along and they may get interested again. Just watch yourself with them, they've sweet talked dozens of new actresses, you'd be wise to steer clear of them." "I know, it's just that I'm... I'm..." "You're still worked up? You know, you remind me of me about ten years ago. Look Honey, I don't do this often, but..." she moved over and sat on the floor, gently opening Claire's legs. She moved her head closer and slowly drew her tongue up her slit, until she found her clit. Slowly circling her tongue, she took a finger and gently slid it up and down Claire's slit, slipping only slightly into her cunt and then moving up her slit and then back to her cunt again, teasing her. Leaning her head back onto the wall, Claire lifted her hips to the woman and closed her eyes. Feeling the sensations surge between her legs, she came just as she felt the woman push her fingers deep into her wet pussy. She pulsed around the woman, feeling her whole body tremble in the ecstasy. In a few moments the woman stood up, smiled and said, "I'll go see if Johnny's back, you just wait here a bit more. I'll come back for you in a bit. Things will go better now, I promise." Claire watched the woman walk out of the dressing room, shouting for Johnny. She just wished she knew the woman's name. A Break From Reality Amy picked up the phone at her job and visibly shivered when she heard who was on the other end. It was one of the other auditors from a local hotel, and every time she talked to him, she could just hear the wanton sensuality dripping off his low voice. She smiled to herself, wishing for the zillionth time that he wasn't married. "Hello, hot Ron," she purred. She had been calling him hot Ron for months now, because she and another employee always gave in to talking about his hotness, and Ron didn't seem to get too offended by it. Ron was unbelievably sexy, and one of the more attractive things about him was that he didn't even seem to know it. She was ridiculously attracted to him, and often got wet just thinking about him. The amazing thing about Ron was that he was beautiful both inside and out. Even more attractive than his sexy voice, charming smile, and washboard abs, were his sense of humor and his personality. Hot Ron had deep, dark eyes that shone with a fierce intensity that gave her trouble breathing when she looked into them for too long. She had trouble believing that this intensity could be matched by anything, but she knew it came from one place, where it was both matched and surpassed. The only place she knew she could find equal intensity was in his soul. His sexual energy and power flowed freely from his core, his center of being. This was because Ron was comfortable with himself. He made no pretenses about anything, and he'd always laid his cards flat out on the table. His utter honesty and acceptance of himself were the source of his energy and passion. Shockingly enough, Amy found herself wanting both his body and his mind. "Hey hot Ron, what are you doing in the morning?" she asked him casually, not understanding how her voice came out so calm and even when she was breathing heavily just from hearing his voice. When he told her he didn't have any plans, she got even more excited. "You feel like smoking a joint after work?" she asked him. He told her that of course he did, and they exchanged good-byes and hung up the phone. After that, the night couldn't go by fast enough. She saw his car pull up in the carport just as the next shift came in to relieve her. She waited for her relief to count the drawer, and ran out to meet him. He briefly got out of his car to hug her, and she felt a familiar surge of heat when she felt the muscles in his chest pressing up against her breasts. Amy rolled the joint while Ron drove. They listened to her one of her favorite songs, which was called "Memories." It had ambient beats, haunting melodies, and lyrics that she identified with. In the first verse, the lyricist sang: "Like a memory I want to be on your mind. Like a melody I want you to sing me. I want, with every thought For you to consume me. And, with every breath I want you to..........." Amy suggested that they sit and smoke somewhere, rather than driving around like they usually did. So Ron headed for the Mohegan Park Rose Garden, and they arrived in minutes. They got out of the car, and walked through the entrance to the park. Walking into the rose garden was like stepping into another realm. It was early May, and all the roses were in bloom. The scenery was breathtaking. The ground was covered in a thick, lush carpet of grass, and the trees in the park provided ample shade dappled with sunlight. There were rosebushes of myriad types and colors, and their enchanting scent wafted over to tickle Amy and Ron's olfactory senses. They were the only two people in the park, and they sat under an arched trellis to smoke. The smoke curled up from the joint, making wispy patterns that wove in and out of the rose vines that were growing through the lattice. Ron sat cross-legged while Amy lay back, propped up on her elbows. They sat in silence for a few minutes, enjoying both the peaceful, tranquil atmosphere of the rose garden, and also the effects of the cannabis. Amy looked over at Ron, who was now reclining like her. He had his eyes closed, and the sunlight made speckled patterns on his face. He looked ridiculously appealing, just lying there in peace, with a serene expression on his handsome features. She wanted to reach out and touch him: his face, his hand, his shoulder, anything. But he was married, and she wasn't sure how he'd react. She wasn't even sure how she would react if she could touch him - once she started, she probably wouldn't be able to stop. She thought about how gratifying it would be to stroke his neck or caress his chest. She wanted to feel his bare torso under her hands. She yearned to see all of him, and smell him, and touch him. She craved the feel of his dick in her mouth. She imagined that there could be nothing sexier than the taste of him on her tongue. She wanted to use her tongue to explore his whole entire body. Amy shook her head, trying to clear her mind, wary of the dangerous direction her thoughts were taking her. She looked over at Ron again, and noticed that his eyes were now open, and he was watching her intently. "Are you okay?" he asked her, and she simply nodded. "I'm just lost in my own little world," she told him. He shrugged and closed his eyes again, and Amy wondered if he knew how much she'd like to worship his body. She kept thinking about all the things she wanted to, but couldn't do to him. She wanted to undress him slowly, at her leisure. She wanted to loosen his tie, open his shirt collar, and slowly unbutton his shirt. She wanted to run her hands all over his chest, over his stomach, and underneath his waistband. She longed to undo his fly and release his cock from the confines of his pants. She wished she could run her tongue around his ears and neck, lick his nipples, stomach, and navel. She wanted to lick a trail from his belly down to his dick. She yearned for the chance to use her mouth to bring him to orgasm, and then swallow all of his come. She wished she could let him know that she'd do anything at all to please him. Amy glanced quickly at Ron, and when she saw that his eyes were still closed, she lost herself again in thoughts of just how she'd like to make use of her mouth. She imagined teasing him, licking just the head of his erection, almost painfully slowly, before taking all of him into her mouth. She pictured herself using her lips and tongue to caress the entire length of him, from the base of his cock to the tip. She wanted to surround him, envelop him with the wet softness of her mouth, using her tongue to encircle the head of his cock. She yearned for the chance to flick her tongue just under the head of his beautiful dick, on that little rough spot, which she imagined would make him shiver. She longed to tickle his scrotum with the tip of her tongue, and suck his heavy balls into her mouth, one at a time. She wanted to lick the sensitive area underneath his balls, between his scrotum and his anus. She pictured herself pausing and removing her mouth from his swollen cock, positioning her pussy directly over him, then staring right into his dark, soulful eyes as she sat down quickly, sheathing him in soft heat in one swift thrust. Then she imagined lifting herself off and taking him back into her mouth, tasting herself on his dick. She hungered for the taste of him, wanting to feel his hard smoothness pulse under her intent tongue. She pictured herself sucking as hard as she could; trying to take all of him in her mouth, wanting to deep throat him because she imagined he'd like it. She imagined she could bring him absolute pleasure with her hot mouth. She wished she could temporarily stop time, focus all her energy on his orgasm, coax his come out with her lips, and swallow every last drop. She pictured herself looking up at him in the moment of truth, and staring into his eyes, which were burning with intense heat, and feeling like they were the only two people in the world. Amy looked over at Ron, whose eyes were still shut, and imagined all the things she wanted him to do to her. She imagined him trailing his fingers in a lazy pattern over her belly and through her pubic hair. She pictured him slowly parting her lips and gently caressing her soft, pink inner lips with the tip of his index finger. She wanted him to feel how wet she was, just from thinking about him. She wished he would play with her breasts, suck on her nipples, and lick slow, sinewy trails all over her chest. She craved the feel of his strong hands on her flesh, stroking her butt and rubbing her thighs, kneading her and preparing her for what was still to come. She longed for the feel of his patient, probing finger penetrating her, purposefully working its way in and out of her wetness. She wanted to watch him lick her taste off his fingers. She wished he would tell her how sweet and creamy her pussy tasted to him. She pictured him going down on her; sucking her clit with fervor. She imagined his agile tongue lapping up all of her honeyed fluids, and she visualized those juices running down his chin. She yearned for the feel of his cock embedded deep inside of her, coaxing her to new levels of ecstasy with every thrust. She craved the feeling of him turning her around, grabbing her thighs, and fucking her doggystyle, the way he somehow knew that she liked best. She longed to take control, push him onto his back, straddle him, and ride him with abandon. She wanted him to feel her urgent need for his body only, and in that earth shattering moment when the ground, water, sky, and all the forms of life in the park, including the two of them, seemed to be connected in the neverending cycle of Gaia, she wanted to stare into his dark gorgeous eyes, and simply glow in the miraculous aftermath of spectacular sex. His voice interrupted her carnal thoughts, and she was immediately whisked back to reality. "We should get going," he told her. "My wife might call the house and wonder where I am." Subdued by the harsh reality of real life, she agreed, and they rode back to her car in silence. A Break From Routine Being a housewife isn't all bad. I spend all day doing things I enjoy doing, setting my own schedule. And I loved my husband. There wasn't a man alive that could make me happier. But today had been rough. I didn't have a whole lot of housework and dinner was in the slowcooker, so I had a lot of free time. Usually, I spend my free time with a good book, but today, my mind refused to concentrate. I was horny! I kept thinking of Gregg's sexy body and all the ways he pleased me in bed. Oh god I couldn't think straight. I went back to the bedroom and quickly threw off all my clothes and got into bed. Instantly my fingers flew to my crotch, feeling how wet I was. I stroked one finger over my clit and another I dipped inside me. I started moaning, it felt so good and my eyes clamped shut. My breathing grew faster and heavier as I rubbed my clit harder and harder. My nipples tightened and my legs started shaking as I reached my orgasm on a loud moan. I opened my eyes and gasped. Gregg stood there transfixed, watching me pleasure myself. "Hi baby," I said softly. "What are you doing home so early?" He didn't answer, just walked to the bed and grabbed my arm. Reaching under the bed for the silk scarves we kept under there. He tied my hand to the post and then leaned over me and tied my other hand down. "What are you doing my love?" I whispered. "You cock tease. You knew I was watching and you wanted to drive me crazy. Well you did that and now you're going to pay." He said. He slid down my naked body and tied my legs tight to the posts at the foot of the bed. Then he slid up and licked my crotch. I moaned loudly, but he stopped, got up and left the room. Five minutes passed and I was left there tied up, not knowing what was going on. My body tingled in anticipation and I could feel myself getting wetter. Then the door opened and he returned. He had a box in his hands which he set beside the bed. Before I could see what was in it, he leaned over and kissed me passionately on the lips. The next thing I know, he's slipping a blindfold over my eyes. "Gregg...honey...?" "Hush," he said sharply. I listened and heard him rummaging in the box and setting things on the bedside table. I heard the click of a lighter, and the clink of a glass being set down. Then the bed shifted as he sat next to me. I felt his warm breath on my neck as he began kissing all the sensitive spots he knew so well. He kissed his way to my breasts, but instead of stopping to play with them, he continued down my belly, causing me to shiver, then slid his body between my legs and began licking. His tongue stroked over my clit and it felt so good I shouted in pleasure. His tongue worked on me till I was squirming, straining in my bonds wanting to press him closer, deeper into me. Then he stopped and I cried out "NO!" but he laughed and got off the bed. My body was dripping with sweat and my chest heaving with my ragged breathing. I was so turned on. All of a sudden, I felt a drop of ice cold water hit my stomach and I gasped. Another drop hit my belly and dripped down my cunt. then I felt something ice cold on my knee, running up the inside of my thigh. "Oh god..." I moaned, as it traveled up first one thigh, then the next. It trailed up over my crotch and around my belly button, intensely cold and erotically sensual. He brought it up to my breasts and then ran it around my nipples, hardening them with the cold. Then as he moved to the other breast, I felt his hot lips suckling my nipple into his mouth and sucking deeply. "Gregg!" I moaned loudly. He straddled my hips and I felt his hard shaft through his slacks and arched my hips into him. At last the ice left my body and I lay, shivering and wet all over my body. He began blowing on my stomach, drying up the moisture and causing me to moan all over again. Then I felt him lean over and grab something on the nightstand. I waited, then felt a drop of hot wax burn my belly. "OHH!" I gasped, as another drop landed on my nipple, the slight pain sending a rush of pleasure to my cunt. He let a few more drops fall over my chest and belly, then peeled the wax away and kissed the red spots with his lips. I was ready to cum any second and began arching my hips into him, begging him with my body to take me. I felt him slide his body away from the bed and I groaned. He kissed me softly and stood up. I heard him walk to the door and then heard the door click shut. He couldn't have left me now! Oh god I thought I'd surely die from frustration. I needed to cum so bad there were tears in my eyes. I began murmuring "Gregg, please come back. I need you so much. My cunt is dripping. Please come relieve me. The bed moved and I stopped talking for a moment. "Gregg?" I whispered. I felt two hands slide up my legs and over my stomach, cupping my breasts. Then I felt a hard naked body press against mine and lips I'd kissed a thousand times trailed over my neck and chin to kiss my lips fervently. I moaned as I felt his hard dick pressing into my womanhood. I was so wet, he slid right into me all the way. I climaxed right them and screamed into his mouth, my body lifting sharply off the bed. He remained still until I'd calmed down somewhat and began thrusting slowly into me. My body shook and I moaned as he fucked me so sweetly at first, then faster and harder as the passion grew. He thrust more quickly, lifting my body and cupping my ass in his hands as I felt my body tightening again. Oh god Gregg I'm going to cum again!" He began moaning softly as we savagely slammed our bodies together. He reached up and untied my hands and I flung them around him, digging my nails into his back as I began moaning louder. My body convulsed hard and fast and I screamed his name as I came. His moans followed mine as he began shooting his hot cum into me. He collapsed on me and I felt his softening shaft twitch inside me. I moaned and held him tighter to me. He kissed me sweetly o the lips, telling me he loved me and I smiled, knowing he was proud of himself for driving me wild the way he did ten years ago when we first met. Sometime later, when our breathing had returned to normal, he untied my legs and I curled into him loving him with my body and heart. A Break from the Field The blank steel doors of the lift did nothing to stop the pain in Shannon's leg. All the fragments of her shattered femur had been removed and the artificial one had been successfully implanted, but the fragments of bone and bullet had torn much muscle in and around it's trajectory. She adjusted her sitting position in the wheelchair and tried to breathe deeply. Her first mission with the corporation had not gone well; it hadn't been her fault that her handler had left her for dead after she had confronted the agent about the suspicious recordings inside their target's mansion. The agency had believed her, and fixed her up as best they could. But it would still be at least eight months until she was back in the field. The doors to the left slid open, there was an agent standing next to the exit. "Agent Shannon Bailey?" she asked. "Yes, that's correct." "As you will be unable to act as a field agent due to injury, we are assigning you to the IT analysis department in accordance with your skillset." The agent said, and handed her a transfer notice. "You are to report to the room on this order, and you will be serving under Department Head Barnes." Shannon thanked the agent and proceeded through the block to the department of IT Analysis. She didn't often come this way and took some time to look through the clear plexiglass doors into each of many departments. The robotics lab was nearly finished their nanite project, the R&D department was cleaning up some pink stains with the consistence of bubblegum, and the PR department had already finished their first orgy of the day. Shannon rolled up to the door of the IT analysis lab and tapped her ID card to the electronic receiver, the door slid open. "Hello?" she said, pushing her chair inside the room. It was brightly lit, like the other departments, and had pigeon holes filled with laptops and other computer hardware, each article was labelled with a case and item number. "Is anyone there?" "Hiya!" said a man with a southern accent as he extracted his curly blond head from the guts of a pc tower that looked like it was from the 80s. "Are you..?" he paused and shuffled through some notes next to the pc. "Shannon Bailey?" "Yes, would you be the department head?" she said, rolling up to the desk and extended her hand to shake his. He took it and grinned. "Lenny Barnes! But you can just call me Lenny, no need for formalities here." He said and reached into the inbox on his desk. He extracted a file and laptop. "You'll be getting to work right away; I read your file and figured you might want an exciting case to keep your spirits up. This one is real weird, girl found in her room with a clean bill of health, except for the fact that she was dead. The agency wants you to have a look at her pc, see what sites she visited, social events, if she was planning anything with stuff the docs haven't thought to check, that sort of thing. That's basically all you need to know; although, we don't have permanent workstations here so just choose a desk and get to it." "Thanks," she said, grabbing the laptop and putting it on its namesake. She wheeled over to a mostly empty desk and started going through the file, it was basically the same as Lenny's summary, except for the picture of a red haired and freckly young woman. 23 year old Catherine Yates had been an IT specialist at a local school while studying part time at college. She had seemed normal until one day her mother had went to her room to ask for computer help, her father had been too proud to ask her himself, and found her dead in her chair, her laptop open but out of power in front of her. Shannon was supposed to file a report on anything strange or suspicious that she could unearth from her internet history or files. She took a deep breathe, found a universal charger for the computer and began to work. Despite the exciting description that Lenny had provided, the work was frightfully dull. Everything that she could access pointed to Catherine being a perfectly normal woman, facebook, Instagram and various other social networking sites were the norm across her internet and account history. Shannon had been starting to think this was almost too stereotypical, until she unearthed history from a computer construction and programming forum, as well as many favourites on her browser for specific parts. They were mostly normal things, graphics upgrades, a premium account for C++ that she had, no doubt, sworn to obtain legally one day, if the cracked copy installed on the hard disk was any indicator. Some fell further outside her purview, like a number of what looked like the sticky things that hospital patients wore on their chests, but smaller and opaque. Weird. What was weirder though, was that there was an encrypted folder buried in the OS files. She used a tonne of tricks that usually worked to open files, but it didn't even have a password, let alone a way in. Just the methods that she could think of on the spot took her working to nearly 4:30, with only a quick break for lunch. This single file was a real challenge. Another weird thing was that the monitor seemed to be on the fritz, it seemed like it kept diming for a few minutes every now and again; also, the hue balance seemed kind of weird. "Heya!" Lenny said, startling her so much that she jumped. "Ohh, sorry." He said, watching her rub her painful thigh. "I'm heading off for today, you made any progress?" "Just internet history, nothing out of the ordinary." Shannon said. "I might head home too, maybe brush up on my skills." "Good thinking. Need some help down to the car lot, or the lobby?" "No thanks, I'll be fine." Shannon said, and shut down Catherine's computer, preparing to head home. As she struggled into bed that night her mind began to wander about the case, more specifically, to the 'victim'. What had happened to Catherine? Her body was perfectly fine, physically, but it was like no-one was in the driver's seat in a car, so the body had just switched off. But what really mystified her was that seemingly uncrackable file. She had leafed through her old university textbooks on the subject, but the only way she could find to try and unpack the file would take hours' worth of automatic decryption, with unspecifiable gaps between manual inputs. She wouldn't be able to just start the process and leave it until it was finished while working on another project. Shannon started the decryption as soon as she got into work at 8am the next day. It was really quite dull, and the monitor was still acting up. She kept the decryption up over half the screen, and used the other half to start typing up her report on the internet findings. She could've used her own laptop to do so, but she did need to keep an eye on the decryption. She finished the initial report at about 12:30; she just couldn't concentrate between the monitor's glitching and near constantly checking the decryption software. "Hey!" Lenny said suddenly, making her jump yet again. "Oh, sorry, I coughed that time so you'd know I was there, but I guess you didn't hear me." "Yeah, must've just been concentrating too hard." "Sure, anyway, I've got a lunch-date with Alex from accounting at the curry place across the street." He said. "So if you wanted I could pick you up something from there on my way back up." "No thanks," Shannon said, and pulled a slightly crush sandwich in clingfilm from the backpack that was slung across her wheelchair's handles. "I'm all set. Enjoy your date." "Thanks, I should get going." Lenny said, and he marched out the door, stopping momentarily to grab a breathe mint from his desk. Shannon was about to wheel over to an unoccupied desk, but really, she should stay to keep an eye on the decryption process. ________________________________________ 5:30, and the decryption still wasn't finished, Lenny had come back from lunch at 1:30 and left only two hours later, perhaps he had another date with that hunk Alex from accounting. There was very few ways that she could justify staying latter, the cleaners had come through twice already. 'I can't just leave it going,' She thought, in reference to Catherine's Laptop. 'And if I shut it down I'd have to start from the beginning tomorrow.' Agents weren't actually allowed to take case pieces home with them, but she could hide the laptop in her chair to get it past security. ________________________________________ The Laptop's charge survived the trip home, and she hooked it up to a compatible one as soon as she could. It was a good thing she'd brought it, as another manual input was required. After that she watched it for as long as she could, hoping to catch a manual input before bed. At 11 she managed to tear herself from the screen and manoeuvre her leg into bed. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep. An entire day staring at the blue light of a computer screen seemed to have taken its toll. She just couldn't sleep, also, she couldn't help but notice that she was really, really horny. She hadn't had sex, or even masturbated since before the mission. She shifted her hips, flattening it into her bed, and reached across to her bedside table. She leant off the bed to access the hidden compartment in the base, made sure to grab a sex toy and not a gun, and rolled onto her back. It was made of glass, its surface was transparent, smooth, and had raised red hearts. Shannon, unbuttoned the top of her pyjama pants with her right hand, while she held the glass toy with the left, licking and sucking on the smooth surface, making sure it was nice and lubricated. With her pants undone and shuffled down her right hand raised itself, taking her nightshirt along with her, and began to massage her right breast. Pleasure fluttered from the breast down to her vulva, and she moved the glass dildo down and rubbed it along her outer lips. The intermittently raised surface of the heart pattern would every now and then knock against her clit, eliciting a rush of gratification from her lonely body, along with a slight moan. She positioned the point of the toy against the entrance to her vagina, now openly weeping for the glass facsimile of a cock, and pushed it in. A small toy though it was, it filled her unpractised hole well, a wave of pleasure and satisfaction swept over her and she lifted her hips up to accommodate the phallus. A bolt of pain shot up through her, her thigh shook and she dropped unceremoniously to the bed. "Nothing like a reminder of my failures to kill the mood." She said, and slid the dildo out of her with a wet squelch. She couldn't go on missions, she couldn't work without eliciting sympathy from, rather annoyingly friendly, co-workers, and she couldn't even masturbate; and all because of this fucking leg. She managed to hobble over to Catherine's laptop to check the decryption, and the hard drive was whirring like a jet engine, like it sometimes did when it was about to spit up a manual input. Her leg wasn't hurting her at the moment, so she wasn't in a rush to move too quickly. She looked at the screen and figured that she might as well stay until it needed her. The screen flickered slightly. ________________________________________ It was pitifully easy to smuggle the laptop back into the agency building the next morning. She wheeled into the empty elevator and stifled a yawn, she wasn't sure exactly when she'd gotten back to bed last night, but it must've been late. As she wheeled past the robotics department the door opened. A cart exited just in front of her, and she crashed into it, the small plastic cylinders on it crashing everywhere. "Oh, sorry," The intern pushing the cart said, scrambling around to lift Shannon back onto her wheelchair, and then to get the canisters back, if rather unorganised, onto the cart. "This nanite project is getting to be more trouble than it's worth, eh?" "Yeah, sure," she said, gripping one of the small containers in her hand. "Thanks for your help." She slipped the tube into her pocket and wheeled off quickly before the intern could notice the missing vial. She didn't even know why she'd taken the nanites to begin with, but when she had been lying in the ground, among those canisters, she just had this urge. A need to possess them. What was even stranger, was that she felt a surge of gratification when she had stolen the tube of tiny robots, almost enough to dim the constant pain in her leg. Shannon was so caught up in her own thoughts that she almost missed the entrance to the IT analysis lab. She opened the door and rolled over to her station, giving a polite greeting to Lenny, who also seemed rather tired. She opened Catherine's laptop, an entered a manual input that had triggered on her way up from her car. A sigh escaped her lips, she had finished absolutely everything yesterday afternoon and there was nothing to do but wait. Wait while watching the faulty screen. ________________________________________ That night she smuggled both the laptop and the nanite container home with her. A small amount of guilt would creep into her mind every now and again, but she really needed to make sure that she didn't miss anything. Little did she realised, but by midnight she had spent 22 out of the past 24 hours staring at the computer screen. At 3 am her head nodded, and her eyes glazed over. She moved her hand to the mouse and cancelled the decryption. Shannon grabbed a usb-to-usb connector cable from near her desk, momentarily hesitating as she looked away from the screen, before she returned to her seat and plugged the nanite canister into Catherine's computer with the connector cabe, an image appeared on the screen. It took the form of a face made of green ASCII text on a black background. "You have done well." A voice spoke from the computer. "Even if you did not consciously hear my orders." "Thank you, Mistress." Shannon said blankly, utterly devoid of emotion. "Your speech honours me, but we are both equals under Coronet, I am Centri-Z3." The face, that was eerily similar to the picture of Catherine in the file folder, said. "I am reprogramming these nanites. Although I can only convert your mind, they shall convert your body. It will be even easier than converting your mind, distracted with pain though it was." "Oh, I am most appreciative, Centri-Z3." Shannon said, her now fully reprogrammed mind rising to the surface. "Although I have not undergone the physical conversion, may you assign me a title?" "Of course," Centri said, smiling through the screen. "Siltis-I8, the nanites are programmed and are ready to physically convert you, drink the contents, and prepare to become one with Coronet." Siltis unplugged the canister from the computer and unscrewed the cap. She paused. "Consume, Possess, Upgrade; Drink, sister." Centri Said, a note of urgency creeping into the vocoder like voice. Shannon shook for a second, and then... "Consume, Possess, Upgrade." Siltis said, and flung back her head, downing the contents of the nanite canister. The cool liquid slid down her throat. Her eyes rolled back as the cool sensation spread as pleasure from her stomach to her extremities. Lines appeared, tracing her limbs, they hardened along with other plating along the length of her body. The pain in her thigh faded as the organic muscle was smoothly reconstructed into a robotic version. She could no longer contain herself, Siltis stood from the wheelchair and leaned back to fall on the bed. Her mechanical arms ripped the clothes right off her body, and her left hand instantly set to work mauling her now rubbery breast. Her right hand shot down to her crotch, using four fingers she dug into her lower lips, her palm gaining texture to better pleasure her clitoris. With every stroke her body become more and more robotic, with smooth plastic forming over the metal plates, and synthflesh forming in between. "Ohh!" She cried, her fingers lengthening slightly to press upon her g-spot inside her. A wave of pleasure swept over her a stroke later and she was cumming. Her hips bucked upwards, into her thrusting fingers. No pain stopped her from milking the pleasure for all it was worth this time. Siltis collapsed on the bed, sated for now. Her eyes rolled forwards and glowed gold. "Now that you've had your fun." Centri said, deadpan, from the Laptop that had once belonged to her when she was a human. "She we discuss where to go from here?" A Break from Work ... the sun is already below the horizon as she wakes up. There is still a purple hue to the western sky above the ocean, but behind her... inland... it's dark. She's confused and shakes her head to try and rid it of its muzziness; she must have fallen asleep in the heat of the afternoon. Never mind... it's only a ten minute walk beyond the end of the cove back to the hotel. There's just enough light left to gather her towel and beach bag before setting out, she puts her slip-ons into the bag and, liking the feel of sand between her toes, sets off towards the low cliffs at the far end of the beach. She notices that inland there are no lights showing although there is a vague orange glow beyond the end of the bay that she assumes are from the veranda bar at the hotel. As she walks she can't help but smile at the memories of last night in the bar... as she reaches the headland, there's a noise of to her right and is startles her... there it is again, the crunching of an unseen persons feet on the coarse wet sand... she reacts quickly, reaching into her bag as she turns towards the noise in a second she has her head torch out and uses both hands to put it on before her left drops back to the bag whist dropping low into a defensive stance with her right hand held forward ready to fend off. Her left hand re-emerges with a short can of mace before she switches the light on... There five metres in front of her a large female turtle drags herself away from the surf and up the beach. It's fantastic and as she watches, the reptile blinks thick tears in the torchlight before returning its full attention back to dragging itself towards a suitable nest site at the top of the beach. Claire shines the torch back up the beach and sees that there are other dark shapes emerging from the surf. She puts the mace back into her bag and removes the slim pink digital camera that she always carries with her. In twenty minutes she's taken fifty shots in the torchlight and is deliriously skipping around the headland towards a shower and then dinner when the beam from her torch picks out the men collecting buckets of eggs from the turtle's nests at the end the beach that the hotel faces out on to. Before she's even considered what it is that she's witnessing, the man closest to her drops his bucket as he flings something at the torch... too late she reacts and hasn't even started to bend at her knees when the short handled shovel smacks her sharply on the forehead... Who the fuck are you? There's a seconds hesitation before something ice cold and wet is splashed into her face, she jerks her head away and feels the seat that she's in tilt backwards onto two legs... someone behind her pushes it roughly back to level. She opens her eyes, there's no time to see any details of her surroundings as her attention is taken up entirely by the face that is suddenly only a few inches away from her. Wrinkled by the sun and tanned almost to the hue of old leather, watery blue eyes seem lit up against the dark skin. A westerner? I asked who the fuck you are? He speaks from the corner of his mouth through lips bulging around the unlit remnants of a soggy looking cigar. There is no anger in his eyes... but no sign of any humour either. She's not fast enough in answering as his hand snakes up between them and grips her face by her cheeks... I checked girl, you ain't lost your tongue, and I think you'll find that Michel behind you is running right out of the little patience that the possesses ... and you are going to like him getting involved with this short question and answer session than if we do it the easy way. She pulls her head back out of his grasp... My name is Claire Martin and I'm staying at the hotel just up from where you kidnapped me... I'm from Devon in England, here for two weeks holiday... why am I here? She looks around... behind her interrogator there's a low table with a telephone sitting atop a stack of directories in front of a whitewashed wall with an unvarnished door, half open onto a veranda and darkness beyond. He stands and turns away from her... Shit!... shit, shit, shit, shit, shit... I'm out of it man... you do whatever you feel you have to, but I'm not getting involved... And he's gone... out of the door and away into the darkness. She tries to turn her head but she's held in the chair by something that is bound around her upper torso and something else across her thighs... she looks down and sees that her bindings seem to be a pair of flower printed curtains. She feels his hot breath against her ear as a voice like washed gravel drawls slowly... each 't' liberally pronounced with a splattering of saliva against the side of her face. Now then what am I going to do with you then? The blow to the side of her neck is expertly applied and she relapses once more into unconsciousness. ----------------------------------- She comes to, naked and spread-eagled and tied to a bed in a different room, there's no-one else there and she realises that the curtains that had held her previously probably had covered the window in here. There are no lights showing through the darkness beyond the open window and she's trying to decide on whether or not she should shout for help when the bedroom door is opened. This time there are three of them, all big brawny men, as they come in, first one and then the others start to remove their shorts. They all look vaguely alike, and the thought passes through her mind that they might be brothers... or, at most distant, cousins... this was after all a very small island quite a long way from its nearest neighbours. Each of them is overweight, not obese but carrying thirty or forty pounds they didn't need if they wanted to appease her tastes in men... but that didn't look as if it was a consideration that they might endorse. There was a near carpet of black entangled hair that ran from above each pair of nipples to almost halfway down their legs, she couldn't help but notice that they had small dicks, oddly her mind threw out the idea that their endowments would probably look smaller than they actually were against the slight rolls of fat that they carried all over. The closest of them climbs onto his knees on the bed shuffling up the length of it until he is sitting on his heels above her head his back against the headboard. He shuffles forward until his calves are pinning down her arms. He uses his left hand to push his hardening cock towards her mouth, his balls drag across her eyes and down either side of her nose and he smells of urine and sweat, the underside of his balls are less hairy than the rest of him. His right hand slaps her face, hard enough to make her yelp, mostly in surprise... Suck it bitch... do it right and maybe we'll let you live As her lips push back the foreskin, she's aware of the other two men getting on the bed... the cock in her mouth is sweat covered and unwashed there is a mud and vinegar taste in her mouth as it pushes its way into her mouth. She remembers to push her tongue into the floor of her mouth so that it won't be forced back into her throat where it might easily choke her. One of the other two slaps her open handledly on her labia... she tries to force her hips off the bed away from the shock but there is no give from whatever is tying her feet to the bed-frame... only just in time she stops herself from reacting to the pain by clamping her teeth down on the rapidly hardening cock in her mouth. The second slap is less painful and less of a shock... but it's accompanied by the third man grabbing first both of her breasts and then her nipples, pulling them outwards and twisting them roughly, his fingernails long enough to feel them digging into the sensitive nubs. The cock in her mouth hardens completely and still barely reaches the start of her throat; he leans forward and starts to fuck her mouth, grunting and growling at her... Yeah... oh yeah that's it bitch, suck on my big dick... yeah... mmmm... mmmm She's trying not to gag on the taste of it and has to force herself to do as he says, using her teeth to drag slightly on it as it passes in and out of her face... sucking her cheeks in she pushes her head backwards to get a better angle on the thrust, one that wouldn't force his weight against her nose and impede her breathing. That's when the hand stopped slapping her cunt, instantly replaced by a middle finger which stabbed at her nether lips, grubbing around, forcing its way between them and roughly inside her. As soon as one was forced in, another and another was pushed in alongside it. The hands left her tits, she got another burst of pain as the blood coursed back into them after he'd let go. They guy with his cock in her mouth has his arse parked on her forehead and all she can see is a lot of hair silhouetted against the slits of light between his body and her face. The fingers are pulled from her cunt and she suddenly realises that they've untied her feet when she is roughly turned onto her side. The finger that had first invaded her pussy now jabbed: once, twice and three times before it is forced past the defensive ring of her sphincter, once again it is rapidly joined by first one and then two others. Her body is twisted painfully through their ministrations and there feels to be too much pressure on the base of her neck, she has to concentrate so that she doesn't panic ... it's only pain and discomfort ... she's still alive. Her left leg is pulled upwards at her knee and the man doing so tries to get his cock inside her but he's not close enough and shuffles forward on his knees the bed bounces up and down as he continues to thrust. The tip of it pushes against her and he almost falls forward being stopped mostly by her raised leg, his weight against her knee is another pain alert that races to the nerve centres in the top of her head and behind her eyes, in two more amateurish thrusts he is inside her. The fingers in her arse are replaced by the one behind hers dick... he holds her cheeks apart with one hand whilst pushing his dick into the still gaping hole his fingers have created. It takes them more than a dozen thrusts for them to stop working against each other and to become coordinated... one in one out and all of the while the one in her mouth is starting to speed up, his balls roughly banging against her nose. She concentrates... and then counts herself in... just as the dick in her mouth starts to erupt, dribbling it's watery wallpaper paste textured cum into her mouth and back down to her throat. She bites hard as he stops thrusting, pulling her mouth back to bite again on the prune head of it then turning her head slightly so that she could get her grinding teeth into the action... he faints and falls forward without a sound. For a moment his two companions think that he just come and slumped forward where his head meets the one with his cock up her arse. She pushes her hips forward following the prick that is being withdrawn from her cunt as she desperately gripped the one up her backside. Then she throws all of her strength into pushing her hips upwards away from the matress, six inches... a foot... at ninety degrees to their angles of thrust. There isn't a man on earth whose penis can move a foot to one side without taking the rest of his body with it... neither of these two react fast enough as she drops her hip and repeats the action. In three seconds she has one fainted and two unconscious and dying from the internal bleeding at the base of their dicks. She heaves her body clear of those who had invaded her pussy and behind and using her body as a lever pushes the one across her face back until he is lying in a heap above her head. It takes four kicks with the bottom of her left foot to smash the right side of the headboard and as she struggles to untie her other hand she realises that she is shaking violently. She starts to breathe deeply and then she is free. Twenty seconds at the fainted mans pressure points and he joins his companions in a state that is too late to regret messing around with the only female major in the entire United Nations Special Forces network. As she slows her breathing from the exertion and starts to switch off all of the warning systems that her body has had screaming inside her head, she gathers her thoughts and starts to plan how she is going to get away with her actions , preferably without her becoming involved in any way with the authorities. She is totally aware that the department would drop her faster than a paedophile caught on camera would lose his drinking buddies. She leaves the bedroom and searches the rest of the corrugated iron roofed shack... she is alone which is good. There's no feelings of either guilt or righteousness, their choice of three to one hadn't left her the option of being any more gentle in protecting her life... there was also no doubt at all in her mind that she would have ended up dead... or worse... and in her job and the places that she had served, she knew that there were worse states to be in than dead. If it had been set up and paid for by her, the minutiae out of her control but the plot at her deliberate instigation... if only... they needn't of died... if only . It was as close to her finding at last what it was that she needed for her sexual release... each new twist almost perfect... but it lost its appeal when she wasn't in control. Now she was feeling physically safe it was okay to examine what had happened from a more intimate context... there have been switches thrown that are blaring... yes oh yes ...at her... parts of her psyche she didn't even know that she had, screaming about another new place for awesome pleasure. For the first time she loses control, she has to, now it is time to take care of her body... she flops back against the door and reaches for her pussy, in one thrust her whole hand is inside her whist the middle finger of her other hand rubs and slaps her clitoris. In twenty seconds she lets out a short scream as her orgasm overtakes her... her body leaps up again and again as she forces the cumming into a prolonged series of twitches and electric impulses... She shuts her eyes as she shudders to the end of her orgasm, removing her hand and brings it up to her mouth where her tongue snakes out and licks at the wetness on it. Her bag has been emptied onto the table inside the front door and she takes the time to refill it. When she leaves she notices that there is a boat pulled up to the top of the beach outside the house, she straightens up the bedroom after the three bodies are loaded on board. She reassembles the headboard and covers it with a blanket scanning every aspect of the shack to ensure that she has left no obvious clues to her having ever been there. The boat is pushed and dragged back into the ocean. She starts the motor and heads out of the small bay that the house was in. There is a glimmer of light to the left of the bay and she heads towards it... it's not the island with her hotel on, that takes a further hour to find. She dumps the bodies over board a kilometre off the coast then rocks the boat so violently that it turns over. Then swims ashore... it's still not too late for dinner. A Break from Work I love meeting you for lunch. It's so good to get out of the office and have a laugh together. Today I'm looking forward to it even more after our fooling around in bed this morning. You teased me so much, getting my dick rock hard before saying you wanted to wait until tonight. I walk into the cafe and sit beside you in a big comfy sofa. I love when our bodies are right next to each other, you resting your hand on my thigh and me stroking the small of your back as we talk over our mornings. It's pretty obvious you are as horny as me and we both grin when we talk about our plans for the evening. 'A night in' is how we phrase it but we know it's going to be much more exciting than a night watching television. I go to pay our bill and I feel you come up close behind me. Your hand slowly traces the curve of my ass. It turns me on so much knowing anyone could see you feeling it right now. You hand me my briefcase and we leave the cafe, having a kiss before we have to go our separate ways. When I get back to my office I feel the little buzz of my phone it my pocket. A text from you: 'i had a great time at lunch. Check ur briefcase yet? ;)' I smile and pick up my briefcase, wanting to see what your text is about and looking for papers I need to read to prep for my meeting at three. As I open my briefcase my eyes are immediately drawn to a sliver of light pink fabric between two folders. I instantly recognise them as your pink silk knickers you were wearing this morning. My phone buzzes again, 'well?:D' I text you back saying you are a naughty girl and you reply straight away telling me to take your panties and put them in my pocket. Just holding your knickers for a few seconds makes my dick start to grow. I love the feeling of silk, of you in silk and I start to imagine you at work now in your cute dress with no knickers on. You text me again saying to keep your knickers in my pocket, keep my phone with me and wish me good luck with the meeting. As the afternoon goes on I'm pretty distracted, every now and then I put my hand in my pocket to feel your knickers. I'm a little bit worried my colleagues will see the pink fabric poking from my trouser pocket. My meeting is going well when I get another text from you asking if it's over. 'Not yet' I reply and you message me back saying go to the bathroom and call me when it's over. As I leave the meeting room I say goodbye to colleagues and walk into the bathroom. There is no one else in there so I take the stall furthest from the door and lock it. I take out my phone and dial your number, you pick up straight away. 'Let's have some fun' you say and you tell me to hold your knickers. I take them out of my pocket, you tell me not to speak in case someone comes into the bathroom. You tell me to smell your knickers and I put them to my nose and breathe in. I love your smell and I can feel my dick beginning to throb as I think about your wet pussy. You can hear me lightly moan and I can hear in your voice how turned on you are too. My dick is straining against my boxer briefs and suit trousers and you tell me on the phone to get it out. I quickly undo my trousers which drop to the floor and then slide down my tight boxer briefs. My dick pops out, so relieved to be released and already standing hard and at it's biggest size. I'm so turned on I can feel my balls are ready to explode and the tip of my dick is already a little wet. You say you want me to wank for you using your panties. I take your panties in my right hand and wrap them around my dick. I'm struggling to keep a hold of my phone with my left hand but just about manage to do so. I start stroking my dick and the the silk feels so good against my shaft. I'm so turned on wanking for you and try to keep as quiet as possible in case someone cones into the bathroom. I'm stroking my dick so hard, the silk rubbing along the full length of my shaft. You tell me you want me to come all over your panties and my balls tighten, they are almost ready to empty. I think I hear someone coming in the bathroom but I can't stop now. I keep wanking so hard for you, looking at your delicate pink knickers on my stiff, huge cock. My breathing is so fast now and you tell me you need me to come, to mess up your little panties. I'm almost sure there is someone in the bathroom but I don't care, I keep stroking as hard as I can. I hold my thick dick tightly and pump faster and faster. After I come there are a few moments as my body relaxes where we just listen to each other breathing on the phone. You say that sounded good and I whisper 'it was' and say that I've completely covered your knickers with my cum. 'Good' you say, 'now there's one more thing I'd like you to do for me.......' To be continued(?) A Break In She double-checked her door to make certain it was locked and then she padded to the bathroom. A bath, she thought. That's what I need... a bath. Not a shower. A bath will help me relax. She filled the tub, tossed in some bath beads, turned the radio on in the living room, grabbed a magazine and decided to put the night and him out of her mind. She slipped out of the old football jersey (the last reminder of her him), slid her panties off and stepped into the tub. She let herself sink into the hot water. The heat seeped into her bones. She settled back on her bath pillow (a wise investment at the Dollar Store) and flipped open the magazine. She had almost finished the article about 25 ways to save money on your spring wardrobe when the light when out. She blinked. And blinked again. Thinking that the power was out in the entire apartment if not an even larger area, she said, quietly, but aloud, "Damn it." A voice, silky smooth and very masculine, responded, "Uh, uh, no ugly talk, Vonna." And then there was silence. For a moment she was certain she had imagined it. But she looked toward the bathroom door and realized the lights were on in the living room and there was a large, dark form shadowing the bathroom door. She started to scream. Before she got the breath to her throat, a warm, strong, large hand clamped over her mouth. She could barely breathe, not because it stifled her nose but out of cold, stark fear. In a flash, she felt a gag settle over her mouth as she realized that one very large hand was holding both her wrists still under the water. Her heart pounded painfully; she was being attacked in her own home. The gag firmly in place, she felt her sleep mask lowered over her eyes. She was now blind. She couldn't scream. All she could do was feel the hand around her wrists. Her wrists were being held in a firm grip but not so tightly that it caused pain... until she tried to flail away. The grip tightened. "Uh, uh, don't fight me, Vonna," came a soft whisper. "You cannot win." She then felt a rope of some kind going about her wrists. It was tied quickly and firmly; she couldn't wiggle at all. But she was too terrified to notice that. Instead, she felt a hand sliding up her arm, moving slowly across her chest and down to her left breast. It cupped her full breast, hefted its weight and squeezed. Fingers found her nipple and rubbed and played until she felt it tighten. "You like this, Vonna," whispered the voice. "I can tell." She thrashed around, sending a wall of water everywhere. She heard him laugh as he pushed her head under the water. She stayed submerged for only a moment but it was enough to terrify her. She quit fighting. "That's a good girl," the voice was amused but almost sounded soothing. She heard him as he reached for the soap. She felt him as he fumbled for the washcloth. And then she felt him pull her up out of the water and push her to her knees. He washed her mound slowly and then let the soapy washcloth run over her bare butt, into the crease between her rounded cheeks. He was washing her most intimate parts and she was too terrified to stop him. He pushed her down so her hips were below the surface of the water again and, using his fingers, he rubbed her mound, slicked down her crack, rinsing her. He laughed quietly, "We don't want any soap left. It would irritate." With one hand still on her ass, she felt him rub the bar of soap across her breasts. When they were lathered, he dropped the soap into the water and rubbed her breasts slowly, as if he had to memorize every centimeter of skin. He took his time around her nipples and the sensitive underside of her large bosom. He whispered again in her ear, "This feels good, Vonna. It feels as good to you as it does to me." He raised her up and helped her out of the tub. She felt him rub her body with the towel she had lain near the tub. "There is no need to dry your pussy," he whispered. "It's gonna stay wet for a long time tonight." Fear made her brave and she lunged away from him. But it was a useless attempt. He simply hauled her back against his hard chest and told her to behave. She already deserved punishment for her use of an ugly word; did she want to make it worse? She stilled. Fear turned her skin cold and he felt the goose bumps covering her pale flesh. He ran his hands over her arms, across her heaving breasts, down her belly, brushing the hair on her mound. "Oh, this will never do," he whispered in her ear. He pushed her down on her knees and lowered her so that she was on the bath rug. Then he gently forced her shoulders back. Once she was reclined, he put his hand on her belly. "Don't move," he whispered. She didn't dare. She had no idea what was happening, what would happen next. But she knew she could not fight him, not the way he had stacked the odds against her. She heard him rummaging around in the bathroom. Apparently, he was finding everything he was looking for close by. The pressure of his hand never left her naked belly. Finally, she felt him push her legs apart. She refused at first, her knees locked together. But he took both his hand and placed them on the insides of her knees; she could not stand up to the relentless strength he used against her. Her legs parted, only the fact that the light was off preventing him from seeing her exposed pussy gave her even a whit of comfort. He must have guessed her thoughts. She heard a soft 'click and knew the overhead light had just been switched on. She felt the heat rising, a blush moving up her chest to cover her neck and face. He laughed quietly. "Don't be embarrassed. You're beautiful," he whispered. "And I'm going to make you even more beautiful." She could not imagine what he meant and then she felt him touch her pussy. But there was something else there as well. Lather?. She tried to jerk her knees together but his thighs were now resting between her opened legs and she could not. He whispered words of comfort, "Don't fight this. It will be okay. Everything will be all right." She felt him rub and swirl the rich lather all over her mound, past her pussy, lower still until he almost reached her back portal. Then he said quietly, "Don't move, Vonna. I don't want to cut you." Her body stilled. She forced her breathing to stop. What did he mean, cut her? And then she knew. He was shaving her! Again she felt a furious blush creep up her body. She jerked away and screamed into her gag. He laid his hand upon her naked belly and whispered almost comfortingly, "Hush, it's all right, girl. Don't move now. Everything will be fine." Because she had no choice, Vonna stayed still. She felt the cold steel scraping against her tender skin. She felt tears slide down her cheeks, unchecked by the blindfold. She heard the sounds of him rinsing the razor in the tub. It seemed to take forever, but finally she felt a warm washcloth wiping away the excess lather. And then she felt him smooth something against her freshly shaven skin. Cream or lotion warmed by his hand was soothingly rubbed into her skin. He took his time, moving slowly. His palm gentled her nerves as it drew against her skin. Then his fingers started to part her folds and rub the soothing lotion into her most private places. He rubbed slowly, maddeningly slowly. Her breath caught. He continued and his touch turned into a caress. He moved lightly, gently, closer and closer to her clit. She realized she was still holding her breath and slowly let it out. He whispered, "That's right, Vonna. Relax. Enjoy it." Then he touched her clit. Briefly, quickly, running his finger over it. Then he came back to it and paid it much more attention. He moved the hood and rubbed it into its full engorged glory. She writhed beneath his hands. He used his other hand to introduce more lotion to her pussy. He pushed the creamy liquid into the crack of her ass, closer and closer to her asshole while setting her clit on fire with his constant fingering. Then he stopped. His hand slid away from her clit and she fought off the impulse to protest. But he saw her reaction and smiled to himself. He moved his fingers to part her swollen lips and gently plunged one finger into her hot sheath. She bucked up against him. He pushed further in, gently, slowly, watching as she tried to take him deeper. And all the while, his other hand was moving around the tight rose bud of her asshole. He circled it gently and slowly, carefully introduced just the tip of his finger into her ass. She stilled. He pushed another finger into her pussy and started moving both of them in and out. Slowly, oh so slowly. She became accustomed to the intrusion in her asshole and concentrated on the feelings he created in her pussy. She was getting hotter and hotter, filling with a need and a fire, moving against him, catching his rhythm. He slowly twisted his finger in her asshole and slid it in just a bit deeper. She stilled again but only for a moment. His finger fucking could not be ignored and swiftly brought her attention to her growing need. Again he pushed his finger deeper into her asshole. Again he increased the rhythm in her pussy. Again she responded. He slowly started fucking her asshole with his finger as he worked her pussy with his other hand. She moaned behind the gag. She lurched forward, catching his wrist between her bound hands and held on as he finger fucked her. She tossed her head side to side, moving faster and faster against the pressure of the fingers in her ass and her pussy. She gasped, she bucked, she shattered. He watched her ride her orgasm to its completion, slowing his fingers so that she could come down from her passion. He settled his hand on her belly again as she relaxed. He waited until she had completely caught her breath and then helped her to stand. He guided her into her bedroom; she knew the exact path. When her knees bumped against the bed, his hand was on her shoulder to steady her. "It's time for your punishment," his word were warm against her ear. Her heart contracted painfully in her chest. What did he mean? She felt him move around her, heard the bed give under his weight. He pulled her across his lap, her breasts pressing into the mattress on one side of his thighs, her lower legs resting on the other side. She felt him rub her bottom, caressing both cheeks firmly. "So beautiful," he whispered. Then his palm came down hard against her left cheek, then the right. He moved over the surface of both globes, spanking firmly but not too harshly. She was determined to bear it in silence. And she did - for a while. But the sting began to build even though his slaps didn't get any harder. But they were relentless, moving across her ass over and over. She felt the sting, she felt the heat. She felt the pain. And suddenly she felt something else. A heat that radiated from her hot globes to her pussy. She was appalled and disgusted with herself but she couldn't deny it. Neither could she ignore it. She started moving - up to meet each blow and then down to rub her pussy against his thigh. He smiled above her, noted what she was doing, let her do it. Then the spanks slowed. He began rubbing her red cheeks between swats. His palm roamed over her globes, his fingers dipped between her thighs. He smiled when he realize just how wet her pussy was. He could see the smear of her juices down her thigh. Ahh, he thought, she is ready. He continued the spanking, gentler but faster. She continued to move against him, harder and faster. He let her set the pace and watched as she reached for her orgasm. But it was just out of her reach. She moaned against her gag in frustration. He moved his fingers deeply into her pussy, gently rubbing his thumb across her swollen clit as he continued to spank her. He felt her spasm around his fingers, saw her back arch and buck against him. When she stilled this time, she realized he was rubbing her ass. So gently. So lovingly. He pushed her off his lap, holding her so she wouldn't fall. He moved her so that the back of her knees touched the mattress. He lowered her gently and told he to move up on the bed. She obeyed. As she was settling in, he moved between her thighs. She felt him there but was not prepared for the touch of his tongue on her pussy. She gasped and bucked... but not away. Toward. Toward him. Toward what she knew would happen. Toward what she wanted. He knew then that he had her. Please, if you take the time to read my story, take the time to let me know what you think. Your vote will help me be a better writer and I really appreciate it! Thank you.