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Captive

By: Lena Lane



Xzibar had brought back a captive to the Forest of Hell. The trees were like none on earth. Thick and twisting up to the black ruby sky. The leaves were a deep black, almost like onyx.

While his war price was unconscious he had taken the precaution to bind a large leather collar around her throat secured to a long steel chain with a lock. Angels aren't aggressive by nature but once cornered they can be ruthless. He looks her over. A sleek young 'Warrior of Heaven'. He has laid her spread eagle on the grass with her wrists and ankles bound by chains secured to stakes in the ground. He wants so badly to rip off her fine silk robe but wants her to be awake for that. He bends down and brushes his knuckles across her cheek. He is almost throw backward as her eyes fly open and she lets out a warriors' call, trying to warn her other clansmen. 

"No one can hear you. Your in Hell now." Xzibar says soothingly. He's said it a hundred times before this and still enjoys saying it. 

"The light of God will destroy you Demon!" She hisses out. His penis strains against the armour of his suit. She is sexy in that position. Looking fail and helpless. 

"Maybe some day but not now. Now, I'm going to enjoy your beautiful body." He says smiling. She growls at him, causing the swelling in his prick to increase. He uses his keen claws to slash open her robe and ultimately rips it to shreds. He almost doubles over as he examines her bare body. Her breasts are small and perky, the way he likes them. Her skin is smooth and flawless as all angels are unlike the rough, scared skin of the demons. He feels his penis push against his armour. He must take it off now or he will loose circulation in his testicles. 

It takes him 20 minutes to remove all of his black armour and his large specially crafted sword. The whole time she looks at him, surely wishing a thousand deaths upon him.

"What are you going to do to me?" She finally asks. He is naked now and kneels between her spread legs.

"Oh, I'm sure you've heard stories of us haven't you? Pulling your pretty little wings off, skinning you and feeding you to all the little goblins...but that only happens to those who don't obey." Xzibar smiles his charming demon smile at her and winks. "And what is your name sweetie?"

She debuts on whether or not to be obedient and decides it best. "Zsush," she says weakly.

"Very pretty name...like yourself. You're a warrior so I don't guess you were ever taught in the ways of mating were you?" he asks her.

"No, no I was not." She says lowering her eyes. It was forbidden for warriors to engage in acts of mating unless instructed to do so. Suddenly her train of thought snapped as Xzibar buried his face into her smooth hairless womanhood. She screamed. It was a mix between pleasure and pain she'd never felt before as his long pointy tongue darted over her most sacred place.

He ran his tongue along her vertical lips, making them moist. She gasped again as his finger traced the same path.

"I never understood why to explore such beauty as this was forbidden." He said as he breathed her scent in deeply. He rolled her clit between his finger and thumb drawing more gasps from her. She arched her back and seemed to be convulsing.

"Are you okay, I'm not hurting you am I?" He asked, honestly concerned.

"No...doesn't hurt...or maybe it does...I don't know...I just...oh, yes..." she mumbles out as he licks her clit. This time her gasp is followed by a moan. 

"Everyone should have the pleasure to taste such beauty as this." He continued as his tongue dipped into her honey thick wetness. She arched and spread her knees a bit wider. He smiles to himself. He starts to lick her dripping flesh with the board side of his tongue. His prick is becoming painfully uncomfortable. Xzibar spreads her outer lips wide apart so he can get to her sweet pink insides. This time she can't control the moan of ecstasy that escapes her lips. His dick pulses with desire and he drinks in her moans. His head is filled with her voice. A throat taught to give warrior calls across hundreds of miles was now filling the air with the sweetest noises he'd ever heard. He stopped his assault on her pink ocean long enough to untie her ankles. She quickly wrapped them around his head, pushing her dipping virgin flesh into his mouth.

"You like what I'm doing Zsush?" He asks, panting as he drives his tongue deep into her tight wet cave.

"Ooooh...yes, very much so..." she moans as he flicks her clit with one of his fingers. "I don't know what...is happening to me...I feel strange...oh..." She screams as Xzibar digs his claws into her hips and crushes her tight pussy against the non-stop flicking of his tongue. Zsush feels her skin burning, she feels as if she might burn up. Her little cunt feels so wet and slippery now. She can't breathe as fierce pressure builds between her legs. And suddenly she screams as something happens and all that pressure erupts, she feels thick juice flowing down her legs. 

Xzibar cannot stand it any longer. His dick is rock hard now dripping already with sticky goo. He rips her free from the collar and wrists bounds. He doesn't give her time to recover from her first ever orgasm before his large, rough skinned shaft is spreading her cum soaked pussy lips. She pushes him up off her. At first he thinks she is trying to escape but then she is on him flapping her snow white wings. He understands and together they embrace, both pairs of wings, snow white and onyx, flapping up to the blackened sky. He draws her legs around his waist and pushes his thick flesh into her softness again. She squeals as pain overflows her senses.

"It hurts..." she cries between clenched teeth, tears swelling in her solid blue eyes. Xzibar kisses her deeply on the mouth.

"It will...but then...it will feel like...oh...ah...like nothing you've ever felt..."he groans out as his cock sinks into her ocean. She is so wet, warm and tight. So tight her flesh grips around his prick painfully. He grabs her hips fiercely and thrusts into her. She shrieks in his ear and they both feel her virgin wall tear. He almost cums right then as she melts around him. He knows she must be bleeding now. 

He feels bad because she's crying. Her wings have stopped flapping and he is the one supporting them both in the air. He holds her to him and flies downward not removing his cock from its tight cave. Once they are back on the ground and he has her pushed on her back he gently eases more hard flesh into her. She screams again and arches her back. Her breasts in full lovely view for him. He takes the chance to suck on her perky little tits as he pushes and pulls his dick into her.

"you're...so tight..."he mumbles to her as he thrusts all of the rock hard shaft into her. She squeals but pushes her hips up. He growls and now looses his control. His pelvis is grinding against her soft curves as he fucks her. Her wetness soaks his balls and runs down both their thighs as she cums over and over. His cock swells inside her, threatening to rip open his skin. H

e grabs her hair and pulls her lips against his as he thrusts his hot sperm into her. It seems as if he cums forever. His nuts twitch as the sticky goo spurts out of the hole in his cock tip to soak the inside of the little wet cave. He collapses on top of her, after shocks still rocking though his prick long after cumming.

Captive



"Are you sure she's okay?" the tall blonde asked, his worry displayed in his bright blue eyes.

"Nick, she's supposed to be unconscious still. If she'd been awake, none of this would have worked." a tall muscular man with long black hair replied.

The third man, shorter with closely cropped dark hair and sleek, tattooed arms, glanced over at the girl bound to the bed. "She's still breathin', she's fine. Feisty little bitch, though, eh, Kev?"

Kevin scowled, "I'll let her bite you next time, Alex."

"She wouldn't have bitten you in the first place if you wouldn't have been such a bastard.. You gotta be smooth with the ladies" Alex said, swiveling his hips in a suggestive motion.

Nick let Kevin and Alex continue arguing and slipped across the grandly decorated bedroom to get a closer look at the sleeping girl. "Damn she's pretty." He watched her for a few moments wondering what she was dreaming about. He knew from personal experience that the drugs she'd been given would mess with her head. When Kevin and Alex had taken him, he'd been through the same things this girl, he thought her name was Emily, was going through now. Part of him was a little upset that he was being replaced as their pet, he'd come to love his masters, but he agreed that Emily would make an excellent companion. He'd been told if he kept up his superior behavior, he'd soon be able to possess a pet of his own. He turned his gaze from her when he heard Kevin demanding his attention.

"Nick! Are you sure no one saw us when we got her?" Kevin asked.

Nick nodded his head, and Alex said, "We made sure she was alone when we started following her and it was so late, no one else was really out to have seen."

"Good. This will not get fucked up like the last one." Kevin growled. He looked over at Emily, "I like this one- we're keeping her."

~~~~~

Emily woke up, completely disoriented. Her head was throbbing- like a hangover, only worse. She was lying somewhere soft, comfortable- she could feel that much.. and she felt stretched out somehow, her muscles stiff from not moving. She was wary to open her eyes, afraid it might hurt in some way.

She went to roll over and suddenly became aware she couldn't move. Her eyes flew open, realizing she was naked.. bound to a bed. Her heart began pounding, fear pulsing through her veins. Her eyes darted around the room, taking in the ornate furniture, rich shades of burgundy, purple and gold, the candelabras and... the three men watching her every move. Emily shrieked, a high-pitched wail that echoed off the walls.

"Sleeping beauty is finally awake." Kevin remarked, crossing the room towards Emily.

She struggled frantically with her binds as he came closer, "STAY AWAY FROM ME!!!"

"Shhhh... calm down." Alex said, his voice soft, trying to soothe her. "You've been sleeping for nearly two days, don't go gettin' yourself all worked up so fast."

Emily's eyes widened as Kevin and Alex both moved to sit on the edge of the bed between her spread legs. "DON'T COME NEAR ME!!!" she hollered, tugging against the straps that held her down.

Nick kept his distance, watching from across the room as Kevin and Alex leaned down, their tongues snaking up the insides of Emily's thighs, making her whimper in a way he couldn't tell if it was pleasure or disgusted fear.

Kevin chuckled a little, "Nick, bring her something to drink."

"We're going to take good care of you, my pet." Alex said, warmth pervading his raspy voice.

"You'll learn to love your new life, Emily." Kevin added, standing up and snapping his fingers, motioning for Alex to follow him out of the room.

Emily began to cry once they'd left, shutting the door behind them. How had she gotten here? How did they know her name? She tried thinking back- to the last she could remember... she'd been at the school library, looking up an article for a research paper for her psychology class. She'd left the library pretty late.. and remembered being a little freaked out thinking someone had been following her.. then someone.. one of the guys she'd just seen had approached her... and everything had gone black.

And now she was here... wherever here was... tied to a bed, bareass naked with guys licking her! She couldn't say she'd exactly hated that- but still, they were strangers.. albeit very attractive ones. And the other guy, they'd called him Nick, hadn't they? What was he? And why had the one guy called her his pet??

She heard the door open again, and Nick reappeared, holding a clear goblet of dark liquid.

He cautiously crept over to the bed, not wanting to frighten her. "Hey Emily. I've got something for you to drink..."

She interrupted, "I don't want it."

"It's just wine. I poured it myself.. I didn't do anything to it. I know you're scared.. I was, too. But I'm your friend, I swear. I'm not going to hurt you. Neither will Kevin or Alex really- they just seem sort of... menacing. But really, they're amazing men." he said.

Nick seemed harmless enough.. and she was thirsty... "Can you, like, bring the glass over here?"

"Sure." he brought the glass to her lips, tilting it just enough.

Emily drank most of the wine, then licked her lips. "Thanks. Now could you tell me what the fuck is going on?"

Nick sat gingerly on the edge of the bed, "What do you mean?"

"Who are they? Who are you? Why am I here?"

"I'm Nick. They're Kevin and Alex. Kevin is the tall, beautiful one, Alex is the wilder one... they're my, well, our, masters." Nick replied.

"Masters? What the fuck?" Emily asked, wishing there was someway to get more comfortable. It seemed like Nick's statement should have frightened her, but she was more intrigued than scared.

"Yeah, they own us..."

"And you're okay with this???" Emily interrupted, incredulous.

Nick nodded. "How can I not be? They allow me to please them, they show me affection in return, and I know they care for me, just as I do for them... my life is pleasure."

Emily looked at him in complete disbelief, "You're kidding, right?"

"No. It's perfect.. you'll see. You'll learn to love it." he said, then got up. "I have to go- I'll be back to talk to you later." He slipped out the door, leaving her alone again.

~~~~~~

Emily didn't see anyone for hours. She drifted in and out of sleep- waking once to find her wrists unbound and a tray of fruits and bread beside her. Against her better judgment she ate, even though she wasn't exactly hungry- it was more something to do to pass the time. When she'd finished eating, she struggled with the binds on her ankles for awhile, trying to find someway out of them. She realized eventually she was getting nowhere- and didn't know what she'd do even if she managed to get them off.

She napped again and woke up later to find that the tray she'd eaten off of was gone and her wrists were bound again. She had no idea what time it was- the heavy curtains on the windows kept her from seeing light or dark.

She began crying again- not knowing what to do with herself or what was going to happen to her.

"Hey, don't cry.. it's alright."

Emily turned her head to see Nick walking into the room. He came over to her bed, and undid the ties holding her wrists.

"What's going on?" she asked.

"I'm going to give you a bath... but before I let you up- do you want your hands tied behind your back or to wear the leash?"

"Neither!"

"I can't let you up without one or the other. I personally prefer the leash.." he said, holding up a leash and jeweled collar in one hand and a leather strap for tying her wrists together in the other hand for her to inspect.

Emily glanced at the items, and then up at him, noticing for the first time that he wore a black collar, probably for the sole purpose of using the leash he'd spoke of. "Do I have to crawl?"

"What? With the leash? Not with me- you can just walk. With Kevin or Alex you'd have to stay on your hands and knees."

"Why is that?" she asked, contemplating which of the two options seemed less awful.

"Because they're the masters, and you're the slave."

"Slave?!?" Emily squeaked.

"Yes. A pleasure slave, or pet, if you prefer." he answered. Suddenly, it all sort of hit Emily. She probably wasn't ever going to leave this place- wherever it was. She'd often wished for a different life- but this hadn't been quite what she'd had in mind.

"Which one?" Nick asked.

"Th-the collar" Emily said, her throat suddenly very dry, like she couldn't quite believe she'd just said that.

Nick fastened the collar around her neck, being careful to not make it too tight. He attached the leash and stepped back, "Beautiful." He undid the binds holding her ankles and then allowed her to slide off the bed on her own. 

Her legs felt wobbly from not really being used or moved for two days. She stood up and followed him, trying to move her hands to cover all of her body at once, a blush creeping over her when she realized it was impossible.

Nick led her down a hall way a little way, and turned into a room that Emily thought was entirely too big to be a bathroom. The ivory marble seemed to be never-ending, the gold fixtures glistening on the sink and in the... that couldn't possible be a bathtub... in the middle of the room, raised so that steps were necessary to get into it.. and it looked big enough for at least four people. 

Nick tied Emily's leash to a towel rack near the sink and toilet, allowing her to do whatever she felt necessary while he ran water in the tub, adding fluffy bubbles to the bath. Emily watched him when she was finished, unable to not admire his beauty. If she was going to be held captive, at least it was by attractive men! She couldn't help but notice that the other two men, had been very attractive, too, and she hadn't been entirely surprised when they'd crept into her dreams.

"All ready," Nick said when he was finished preparing her bath, blushing slightly when he caught her watching him.

"Thanks" she said, smiling slightly at him.

Nick's eyes followed her naked form as she walked primly up the steps into the tub and eased herself into the warm water. 

Emily allowed herself to relax in the massive tub, she felt calm, almost safe even with Nick. She closed her eyes as her head rested against the edge of the tub, but opened them quickly again as she felt soft fabric sliding over her skin. Nick smiled and told her to just enjoy herself. He brought the washcloth slowly over her entire body, the sweet scent of the soap drifting in the air.

Emily sighed softly, relishing he gentle attention he was giving her. If this was was her new life was going to be like- she could get used to this and learn to like it VERY quickly. When Nick had finished bathing her and rinsed her off, he dried her with a warm towel. He lead her back to the bedroom and onto the bed, instructing her to lie down again.

"Why am I always tied down to the bed?" she asked.

"You won't be for much longer..." Nick replied as he tied her wrists back to the posts, but left her ankles unbound. "After Kevin and Alex have had some time to... observe you and your.. talents.. they'll give you more freedom and assign you daily tasks."


"Daily tasks?"

"Yeah, you may have to have Alex feed you breakfast, or shower with Kevin in the afternoon, things like that." he said, crawling onto the bed with her, settling himself between her legs.

Emily swallowed hard, "Wh-what are you doing?"

Nick gave her a mischievous grin, "I promise you'll like it."

She had no doubt that she would indeed enjoy what he was going to do, but just knowing what he was going to do, made her nervous. She wasn't used to this kind of thing, especially from guys this hot. All thoughts quickly left her mind as she felt his tongue sliding slowly along her slit with just enough pressure to make her moan.

"Told you" he mumbled, his hands slipping underneath her to cup her cheeks and raise her hips up off the bed. His tongue darted inside of her, and he was surprised to find she was wet already. 

Emily shrieked when she felt his tongue curling against her inner walls, then trailing up her pussy, fluttering over her clit. She realized now why her ankles had been left unbound, and was thankful for it. She could feel her thighs already beginning to quiver, the situation had made her more excited than she'd wanted to admit. Her body tensed when his teeth grazed lightly over her clit, a jolt of pleasure surging through her body.

Nick pulled back a little, licking her taste off his lips. He began kissing a circle around her belly button before dipping his tongue inside, chuckling against her when she began writhing on the bed. 

She couldn't help the whimpers that were escaping, and she could feel herself starting to blush when she heard herself begging him for more.

Nick slipped two fingers inside her, as he kissed up to her breasts. His teeth nipped at the sensitive skin of her nipples while his fingers moved rhythmically in and out of her, then changed to stroking deep inside her with a "come here" motion.

Emily's back arched, the intensity of all the feelings bombarding her body at once. She could feel the prickly tingles spreading throughout her body, almost ready to meet in one place and cause her body to explode. She gasped as the feeling got stronger and moaned loudly as her pussy contracted around his fingers.

Nick slid quickly back down her body, sucking her clit into his mouth and bathing it with his tongue as her body convulsed, her breathing shaky gasps for air between her moans. He crawled up the bed, kissing her lips gently before caressing her tongue with his, easing her breath from her.

Emily's head was spinning- she didn't know it was possible for her body to feel like that... not even in all the times she'd thought she'd rocked the world on her own. She felt herself kissing him back, the desire she felt for him overwhelming any other sense she may have had.

Nick got up and smiled at her. "I knew you'd like that." He gently spread her legs apart again with ticklish touches of his fingertips, until he could bind her ankles again.

"What?!? Where are you going?" she asked, surely he wasn't leaving her again!

"I have to go now.. I'm sorry.. I'll try to come back later." he said, giving her a sexy smile, and then left, closing the door behind him.

Emily lay back on the bed, her skin still tingling from his touches. God, how amazing had that been? She drifted off into a dreamless sleep, exhausted.

~~~~~

The next time Emily awoke, she realized she wasn't in the same room she had been, and she wasn't tied down to anything. She sat up, blinking, trying to take in her new surroundings. The room she was in was even more beautiful than the one she'd been in before. The wide open curtains let sunlight spill across the room, illuminating everything, seeming to make the room glow of it's own accord. Emily glanced around and noticed a figure in the corner, watching her carefully.

"You're beautiful when you sleep, you know that?" a raspy voice asked.

"Um, thank you." Emily squeaked, her voice unwilling to cooperate with her.

He moved closer to her and then sat on the edge of the bed, "I'm Alex. I'm pleased to have you here with me."

"Hi" she said quietly.

"Surely you can manage a better greeting than that." he said, gently pulling her towards him, and gently kissing her lips until she willingly opened her mouth to him, allowing his tongue to glide over hers.

Emily wasn't quite sure what had come over her, but after what had happened with Nick, she was willing to let Alex have his way with her, too. She kisses him back, well aware of the wetness between her legs.

Alex became aware of her desire as he slipped his fingers over the inside of her thighs as she spread her legs apart for him, tempting him. His finger trailed over her pussy, just barely tickling her clit before he pulled away from her. 

She watched as he quickly discarded his clothes and crawled back onto the bed with her. His hands went to her shoulders, pushing her to roll over, and then pulling her onto her hands and knees. Knowing what he had in mind now made her even more excited.

Alex positioned himself behind her, moving close enough to rub his pulsing dick over her wetness before plunging deep inside her, causing her to throw her head back, moaning in ecstasy. "I knew you'd be a wild one," Alex growled reaching to slip his fingers into her hair, pulling her head back. "Tell me how you like it like this."

Emily could barely manage a squeak, all she wanted was to feel him moving inside her, bringing her to release. "I.. I love this... fuck me hard... make me cum...please.." she whimpered.

"I'll fuck you 'til you can't remember your own name." he hissed, releasing her hair, his hands sliding down to squeeze her breasts and pinch at her nipples as he drove his cock in and out of her.

She grabbed at the sheets, thrusting back at him as hard as he was pounding into her. Her mouth dropped open as she gasped for air, her body seeming to become more wired everytime he touched her.

Alex leaned over her, his chest pressed against her back, and bowed his head to bite at the back of her neck. He felt her body convulse beneath him, and she'd barely finished quaking when he did it again and again, biting down on random spots of her skin, causing her to gasp and moan loudly.

She shrieked as his fingers found her clit, teasing and massaging it. The heat spread through her body so fast, it completely caught her by surprise when her pussy began clenching around his cock, her release shaking her body.

Alex continued slamming into her as he emptied himself into her, groaning. He was panting as he pulled out of her, moving off the bed immediately. He watched as Emily collapsed forward into the pillows. He leaned over the bed and grabbed her chin, turning her head to kiss her. "You were great, my pet."

Alex got dressed again and walked from the room, closing the door behind him. 

Emily lay back on the bed, confused. What was all this? Great sex and then they disappear.

~~~~~

A few days later Emily was walking the halls of the large house, trying to remember her way around. She was getting acquainted with her new freedom- she no longer got bound to the bed and was allowed to walk around the house, and even into the courtyard sometimes. She'd seen Alex a few times since their first encounter but she hadn't seen Nick in days. She'd been told earlier that she would see Kevin later in the day, and was now trying to pass the time until then.

As she wandered through the part of the house she hadn't seen yet, she stopped, listening to what sounded like a girl's voice, crying out. She followed the noise, and peeked her head into a door that was partially open. She saw Nick, dressed in black leather, drawing a whip teasingly over a blonde girl's breasts. 

She could hear him talking softly to her, saying he wouldn't hurt her if she just obeyed him, she'd learn to love serving him. Emily kept walking, happy that Nick had apparently earned his own pet. She practically lost herself in the halls of the house until the evening when she saw the sun was beginning to set through the windows in the library. She found her way back to her room where she'd been told to prepare herself and wait until Kevin came for her.

As she bathed herself she began thinking about what she knew of her life now. Nick had seemingly moved to another level within the hierarchy by now having his own pet, he'd acquired some power. Alex was a master, but not as significant as Kevin, the obvious head of the household. Emily knew there were other girls in the house, and other men but she couldn't figure out what their roles were, or why she never really saw them.

She put on some scented oil that was kept on the sink and brushed her hair. She had no idea what to expect with him. She'd only seen him when she'd first been at the house, and then he'd essentially disappeared, leaving her to Alex and Nickolas. But now apparently, he was ready to see her. There was a knock on her door, and she jumped, startled. She turned to see Kevin in the doorway, wrapped in a navy blue silk robe. He motioned for her to follow him without saying a word to her.




Captive



Emily followed him down the hall, realizing she was being led into the part of the house she'd be forbidden to enter before. Once she entered the room Kevin had gone into, he shut and locked the door behind them- pointing to a chair for her to sit down in.

"You've pleased me, Emily." he said.

Emily wondered what she'd done that he'd even know about. She started to ask, but he held his hand up, as an indication to remain silent.

His voice was low, sexy, "You were selected especially for me, and the time you've spent with Nickolas and Alexander was to prepare you for me. You will be solely my pet now, my possession." 

His words sent a chill up and down Emily's spine. His mere presence made her pulse race and her pussy shiver. 

"You will please me- by doing whatever I ask of you, and you will do it in a way that will make me proud and make me desire you. You will be ready for me- in any capacity at any time I call you. If I want to feel your lips on my cock, you will drop to your knees. If I want to be inside of you, you will be wet, and you will be ready to accept my cock in whatever position I want to take you in. Do you understand this?"

Emily nodded, she was ready. She couldn't understand why she felt the way she did, but she was more than willing to give herself over to him in any way he wanted her to.

He pointed to the bed, "Go lie down."

Emily immediately got up and went to the bed, crawling onto it and lying in the center. She waited for his next command, her heart pounding with anticipation.

Kevin crossed the room towards the bed, discarding his robe as he approached her. A smile briefly flickered across his face when he saw Emily's expression as he revealed himself to her. He sat on the edge of the bed, and leaned over her, capturing her nipple in his mouth. His tongue trailed slowly around the flesh before he gently bit down, causing her to cry out in pleasure.

Emily's eyes closed and her back arched, straining to make him take more of her breast into his mouth. She whimpered when he pulled away from her completely, and opened her eyes to watch what he was doing. 

"I know you want me..." he said, moving to kneel between her knees and spreading her thighs apart. His hands slid over her thighs, down her calves and grasped her ankles, pushing her knees up towards her chest. He leaned forward, his chest resting against her feet. He grasped his cock, teasing the entrance to her very receptive pussy. "Do you want this? I should I let you have me?"

"God, PLEASE!!!" Emily moaned in a voice she barely recognized. 

"Please.. PLEASE give it to me!"

Kevin didn't want to wait either. He slowly thrust into her, pulling back slightly every time he's push into her, teasing her with every inch of his throbbing cock.

Emily moaned as she consciously tightened her muscles around him, luxuriating in the way he felt inside of her- she was filled up with him in a way she'd never experienced before. 

Kevin's hands slipped down over her legs, to fondle her breasts, caressing her nipples as she arched her back, silently pleading for more.

She didn't know how much of this she could take. Every single movement he made- his hands or inside her, seemed to be setting off new feelings she didn't know were possible. The sound of Kevin's grunts as he thrust forcefully into her even seemed to have an amazing effect on her.

Watching Emily's face contort in ecstasy made Kevin even more sure he'd made the right decision with her. She was the one he wanted to keep for himself. She looked amazing, felt amazing... she would make his perfect companion. His fingers danced over her stomach, down between her legs to stroke her clit as he continued to rock his body against hers, sliding deeply inside her.

Emily opened her eyes to see Kevin gazing at her, his emerald green eyes bright with passion. She reached up to touch his face, smiling when he leaned into her palm, then turned to kiss her hand.

"You will become my princess, Emily." he whispered. "You must surrender to me, give yourself fully to me, allow me to possess you..." 

Emily could only nod in response, though she'd have screamed 'yes' if her breath hadn't been taken away by the jolts pleasure streaming through her body in waves. Just as one would end, another would begin, and though she felt like she could take no more, she never wanted the feeling to end.

Kevin growled as his thrusts became faster and harder. He wanted his release, wanted her to feel him cumming inside her. He could feel her pussy gripping his cock and he pulled back, slamming into her to be as deep inside her as possible as he came.

Emily shrieked as her body was overcome in another climax, she trembled almost violently at the feeling of Kevin's release. She gasped for breath, dizzy from the aftermath of all the sensations her body had experienced.

Kevin moved off her, panting, and lay beside her, pulling her onto her side and back against his chest. His lips brushed lightly over the back of her neck, making her shiver. He slipped his arms around her, holding her tightly. "You are mine, aren't you?"


Emily nodded and whispered, "Yes Master." She liked the way the words sounded as she said them.

"Good girl, my princess." 



Captive



It was a long day at the office. I took the long drive back to Long Island from Manhattan, from my job as an interior designer for a private company. As a 40 year-old African-American female, it wasn't easy getting this position and status, I've certainly worked hard enough for it and now I'm indulging myself of everything I feel I deserve after all these years.

I made the grueling trip and finally reach my town Babylon, N.Y, I drove straight for the mall just ten minutes away from my home. I got out of my car, locked the car doors and proceeded to the mall entrance, from the mall parking lot. Since summer was approaching I needed some cook wear and utensils, so I made my way to the basement of the department store. Spent nearly an hour searching for exactly what I wanted and stood on line and paid for my new items.

I had enough of shopping and was ready to go home and as I approached my vehicle I got a strange feeling but quickly shook it off. I got in the car and looked at my rear view mirror when I was staring at a black male I tried to run but the stranger put a knife to my throat and told me to drive. I drove for what seemed like forever, but it was more like an hour. When we approached an off road, I was told to follow the road and I complied, when we reach the end of the road there was a cabin, I was ordered to exit the car and was told that no one was around so screaming would be useless. We got out and entered the cabin. The cabin was fully equipped and seemed like this man took some serious planning in this abduction. He told me to sit down and pointed to a chair, I sat and kept quiet.

The tall man, black about thirty-five, 6' 5" and about 240 lbs. asked what my name was, I said, Denise. He said hello and not to worry that he wasn’t going to hurt me just to relax and listen to what I was told. I said okay.

He then led me to a bedroom where he told me to undress and lay on the bed. I did as I was asked to do. I was then handcuffed to the headboard and footboard, hands and legs. I asked that he” please don’t do this” He answered saying that it was necessary and that he had to go out to run an errand.

I was then left alone and fell asleep and when I awoke it was night. My husband I know must be frantic with worry. I prayed that I made it out of this so that I would see my family again.

The man returned and was making a lot of noise outside the bedroom. When finally the doorknob turn slowly and I watched in horror, not knowing what was going to happen next.

The man then un-cuffed me and told me to shower and directed to a well kept bathroom with all the essentials. When I finished he had laid out clothing for me or should I say lingerie, he told me to put it on, It was a black laced teddy with matching thongs.” I dressed in the teddy”. The man then introduced himself, calling himself Ray. He told me that I reminded him of his deceased wife and that he knew my pattern and had been following me for weeks. He told me he wanted to make love to me and then he would decide whether to let me go. After he was done with me, but it all depended on my cooperation, if I gave myself to him completely.

I asked what exactly did he expect from me and he answered,” follow my lead and submit to me” and then he said” obey my every whim” that last statement made me shutter in fright, and I had no idea what to expect. This man was sick, but I knew I had to survive for my family so I began to prepare myself for the inevitable.

Ray was quite charming though, making dinner for us and setting the table by candlelight, there were flowers and crystal and music, champagne as well. I was told to eat up, I think the food was take out though but it was good, consisted of roasted chicken, roasted potatoes and carrots and asparagus.” After dinner Ray poured champagne”… and poured mine in a large goblet and told me to drink all of it. He cuffed me to the chair where I was sitting and told me he would be back. I heard the shower going and quickly looked around the room for an escape, but it was no use I was cuffed and he had the key. I quickly gave up the idea.

Ray was back in about fifteen minutes he was naked and sat on a nearby couch, looking at me a rubbing his member. He was a very dark man With long, thick cock, and I wondered if it would hurt me. I tried not to look at him but he told me to look at him and don’t look away, I thought this is really sick. But I figured I’d better listen to this” ravening lunatic.

Ray proceeded to approach me and take off the cuffs. He pulled me to my feet and began to breath very heavily, starting to rub my breast and suck them feverishly, I got scared and I started breathing hard as well. Ray then lifted the black nightie and rub my pussy, through the thong I was wearing pushing me down on the couch spreading my legs and devouring me in an instant”, sucking all my juices out of my pussy sucking me dry I thought he was trying to literally eat my pussy.

Ray then calmed down and started to be a little calmer, licking me slower and making my pussy wet all over again. He then ordered me to suck his cock. I then began to suck his cock it was huge at least ten inches and very fat. I had a hard time taking it down my throat as I was ordered to do, and he quickly told me “Don’t disappoint me” So I began to deep throat him like I had done my husband numerous times. Ray began to moan and groan and was breathing very hard. He told me to stop. I quickly pulled away. And he then told me to stroke his dick, I did. Ray then laid me down and started rubbing his large cock up and down the length of my pussy at a very fast pace to a perfection. Then without a hesitation he entered me in one stroke it was very powerful and he hurt me, Ray began to fucked me like a dog in heat grabbing my thighs and lifting them placing them on his shoulders, and grinded in my pussy with deep deliberate fast thrust and I was screaming in pain and pleasure. Ray shot his load deep in my pussy, his cum spilling out of my pussy it must have been a large cups-worth. Ray pulled out of me and then came again this time squirting his come all over my face and body I’ve never seen any man come like this before.

Ray got up cuffed me again to a nearby chair, and went to the bathroom. He came back and wiped my face and pussy with a warm cloth very gently and then he began to eat my pussy again. Pulling back to the skin to gain access to my clit, he began sucking on my clit, I could barely control myself then ray stuck two fingers inside of me and began to twist his fingers in and out, still paying attention to my clit I came in minutes and ray began to suck all of my cum out of my pussy, I mean every drop like he was a starving animal, it was pretty intense. 

At this point I tried to relax a little bit more realizing that he just wanted to be pleasured and that I should do what he asked. What choice did I have I was pretty tired and ray decided that I should rest as well as he. So Ray grabbed my hand and led me to a different bedroom, it had burgundy walls and a beautiful large brass bed and white sheets and a thick white comforter, and large pillows, Ray pulled back the sheets and comforter and told me to get in, I climbed in the large bed and laid down, Ray then said take off the nightie, I did as I was told and then he told me to lay down, he told me that if I tried to escape the dogs were out -- pit bulls -- and that they would surely attack if I tried to leave, and also said that he wouldn’t cuff me but if I tried to escape he would kill me.

Evening turned into morning and I saw just a shadow of light coming through the thick curtains, Ray jumped up as if someone was trying to kill him and immediately turned to me, he started rubbing his already erect penis and told me to come to the end of the bed where he bended me over and wet my pussy with his salvia and this time gently penetrated me slow since my pussy was almost completely closed from the swelling, ray pump me slow and deliberate going deeper and deeper and he then grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them very wide as wide as they would go and he had some momentum going on, he started to talk to me asking me if I liked it, I said yes, he said good and then began to pound my pussy I begged him to slow down, and he said shut up, and really started fucking the shit out of me, I think he realized that I was too dry and he left the room and came back with some lubrication jelly, rub a good amount on me and started fucking me some more grunting and moaning, the jelly made it more pleasurable and I started to moan as well, Ray came again equally to the first time but this time he pulled out and told me to open my mouth cumming inside my mouth he told me to swallow and I’d better swallow it all. I did.

My ordeal continued for five days, of continuous fucking and sucking, after the fifth day I woke up to find a note, saying that I was free to go and that he had gotten the fulfillment he needed to go on in life realizing that I wasn’t his dead wife and said I was a good fuck and hope that the ordeal was not to much for me to bear.

-Signed, Ray.



Captive



(This story is the continuation of "On The Green Line".)

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I had no idea where they were taking me and it took all the strength I had left not to break down into tears at my futile situation. The two salarymen that had abducted me from the Yamanote train, ushered me down several streets and for about ten minutes, we seemed to walk about in circles, all the while a gun pressing hard into my spine. 

"Where are you taking me?" I asked sternly, turning my head toward the older man on my right, but he used his free hand to force my face forward.

"Not a word from you, understand?" he said rhetorically, giving his gun a convincing nudge and reminding me that he was not fooling around. 

I was scared out of my mind! What were these guys going to do to me? They already raped me on a crowded train, kidnapped me and were taking me to some hideout of theirs. Suddenly, the younger man grabbed my arm and stopped me from walking. We stood outside a four-story building with nondescript white and beige coloring. He pulled out a set of keys from his pocket and unlocked the door, pushing me through and forcing me up the staircase. It didn't help that the ultra-mini skirt I was wearing for a job did nothing to conceal my rear end. It was bare, so bare that I could feel the warmth of their breath against my cheeks. The older man just couldn't help himself and using one finger, he rubbed the tip along the string of my thong as I walked up the stairs. My steps slowed and my eyes closed with embarrassment at what he did to me. 

"Keep walking," the young salaryman demanded in a coarse, aroused voice. He watched intently as his partner in crime tugged aside my thong and started playing with the rim of my anus. 

I felt like I was drowning, deep underwater with no way to escape the craziness that was happening. There was no control in my grasp, no ability to say no to them. I tried to continue walking, but when his fingertip slipped inside, I seemed to miss a step and shrieked, landing face down against the stairs. It was bad, the whole situation. My butt was exposed to them and when I turned my head, I saw the older salaryman unzip his pants and revealed his cock to me. 

"Please..." I begged with tears brimming in my eyes. "Please not here in the stairway..."

The young man leaned against the banister and chuckled loudly. "There is no help for you in this building. No one will save you from what we have planned. I own this building and no one enters or leaves without my permission."

In that moment, I knew there was no hope. I could only pray that they would grant me mercy and free me at some point in this escapade of theirs. My head turned downward to the dirty stairs and I realized how low I'd fallen. I didn't need to turn my head to know what he was doing. The older man was standing there stroking his dick, getting ready to stick it inside me. Before I could turn my head, I knew he had given the gun to the young man and his hands were bringing my butt up into clear view. 

"Such a nice ass..." he muttered, but it was clear enough for me to understand. The older man took a bit of the wetness from my pussy and moistened my trembling hole. Then, he grabbed his cock at the base and I watched in horror as he lowered himself and pressed inside.

"No!" I screamed with tears in my eyes, but the barrel of the gun was pointed to the side of my face. His cock, just the tip of him, sat inside my tight anal muscles taking in the feeling. 

"She's so tight, so sweet..." His words trailed off as he began to move inside me, his hands latched to my waist and moving me back and forth on him. I couldn't move; I was paralyzed to the spot and in utter shock at the level of humiliation they brought upon me. The young man, seemingly knowing I was thinking this, laughed mirthfully, thoroughly amused at the troubled look on my face. The cock in me seemed ridiculously large and my muscles clenched unconsciously on the intruder that had penetrated my defenses. 

My cries became whimpers and the only sound in the stairway was that of flesh smacking against flesh. His movements were slow at first, but grew steadily faster until minutes later, I felt him shudder against me. All of a sudden, I could feel the pressure of his release deep inside and the sensation of fullness, not unlike when I had to go to the bathroom. The urge to defecate came over me, even as he pulled out and tapped his dick against my crack in satisfaction.

"Was it good? It sure looked like it," the young man commented, uncaring of my current state of being. 

The old man squeezed the last of his juice from the tip of his cock, then tucked it back into his pants. 

"Her ass is golden. I think we have found a pirate's booty!" They both laughed at the intentional pun. Meanwhile, there I was trying desperately not to empty myself right there. I must have grunted and clenched my legs a little too noticeably because the younger man leaned down to my face and began to whisper a taunt.

"You want to go, don't you?" he asked softly. Grudgingly, I nodded. "Then, go. Right here."

"I..." No words came to me when he said that. My ass felt like it was going to burst and there he was with a smirk on his face knowing damn well that I couldn't hold it in. The older man stepped right next to the younger man and watched as I struggled. I gave a distressed wail, unable to hold it back anymore. My muscles relaxed and everything inside me, the semen and all the fecal waste that was there, flew out of my ass like an aerosol spray. The pressure was so intense that the wall behind me was plastered with the mixed matter. 

God, it can't possibly get any more horrible than this, I thought deprecatingly.

"Get up." Without a care for the mess left behind, they yanked me to my feet and we proceeded to the top floor of the building. A black door with two key locks was before me, to which keys suddenly appeared from the young man's pocket. He opened the door wide to reveal a large, unfurnished room with a pile of round pillows in the corner by the window. Ironically, the windows in the immediate area were all colored a light grey, letting in only slight bits of light. The younger salaryman flicked on the light switch, which was on the outside of the door, and to my surprise there were more women in the room. Some of them were asleep; others were crouched in the corner in some kind of mutely aware state. There were a group of women to the left of the entrance that were caught between the legs of one woman. Their fingers and tongues were playing intently with her pussy and breasts, her body writhing in ecstasy and her soft moan drowning out the silence of the room. 

"Isabella! Sit up!" The older salaryman stepped forward and violently wrenched the three women that were ensconced between her legs to the side. "You have work to do now. Come."

For the first time, the two salarymen separated, only sharing a knowing glance at each other as the older man disappeared down the staircase with the woman named Isabella. 

"Take off your clothes," commanded the remaining salaryman. By now, he had hidden away the gun he used to threaten me. One hand was wrapped around my throat and the other, sinister in its intention, was unzipping my skirt. I complied and unbuttoned my shirt, letting it fall to the floor. I wasn't wearing a bra, so my breasts fell free, exposed to the cool air of the room. Immediately, my nipples puckered into tight little nubs. 

"The panties..." 

My fingers trembled as I clumsily pulled off my thong. He pushed me forward into the room and thrust me toward a woman that stood glaring at him in some sort of fascination.

"Clean her up, Kiran. She'll be needed for tonight," the young man said cryptically.

The woman bowed in response, tucking me behind her back. "As you wish, Kazuo-sama."

I couldn't help myself and I glanced around the woman's back toward the man that had molested me. His intense gaze seemed to penetrate my soul; I quickly turned my head away to save what was left.

"You have one hour." With that, he left the room. I was certain he secured the locks, the telltale clicks giving me some sort of respite from continued degradation.

Once the door closed, the woman named Kiran took a deep breath and relaxed her shoulders. She spun around and looked me over fully from head to toe without uttering a word. The corner of her lips tilted upward in a smirk and she crossed her arms.

"I see why Kazuo-sama chose you," she said with a sigh. "No doubt you are confused about what is going on here, aren't you?"

My mouth opened to respond, but for some odd reason nothing came out. There was something about her that was soothing. Although it dawned on me that every woman in the room was completely nude, I wasn't embarrassed among my same sex. In fact, it was downright soothing. The initial shock was starting to wear off and Kiran's patient gaze began to smile as she realized I was coming around.

"Good. First, what is your name?" she asked softly, gently stroking my hair.

"Maya."

"Well, Maya, we don't have much time. Come with me and we will talk."

We strode into the adjoining room and to my surprise, there was a full-service bath in the middle of the room. The room was brighter than the other room, lit by a window that extended across the length of the adjacent wall. It was too high for any of us to reach and too narrow for anyone to escape through, but it provided a nice light source. She took a bucket of warm water and drained it over my body.

"Where am I?" I asked curiously, sitting quietly as Kiran scrubbed my back with her sponge. "I don't understand why any of this is happening to me."

Kiran lowered the sponge, her mind trying to find a simple answer that would appease my questions. "It is a little complex, so bear with me while I explain, okay?" She returned to scrubbing my body, turning me from time to time to scrub every inch from my neck to my privates.

The explanation she provided was not an easy pill to swallow. The young salaryman, whose name was Kazuo, and his boss, referred to only as 'Takahashi-sama', were in the business of providing beautiful women to clients of theirs for pleasure purposes. Apparently, they stole away women for days at a time, made them have sex with clients of theirs and eventually let them go. There was one thing that didn't make any sense about it to me. 

"Why haven't the police been told about this?" I asked, needing to know how something like this could go unreported or not investigated by the police. 

Kiran chuckled at my naïveté. "There is something you should understand about this whole setup. This is also a bit of a psychology experiment to them. They take women that initially protest to being kidnapped and raped, just to see how they react to days of continuous sex. On average, most women don't say anything because they either ended up enjoying themselves a little too much or they are so thoroughly embarrassed that they wouldn't dare put themselves under the police's scrutiny."

"Experiment, huh?" I said softly, saddened that all we were to them were guinea pigs. Our feelings and concerns didn't even matter to them. "But they do let us all go eventually?"

"Yes, they do," confirmed Kiran. After she washed off the soap from my body, we moved toward the bubbling hot pool of water in the center of the room and stepped in. It was a comfort, luxury even, that I hadn't experienced in a long time. Under the circumstances however, this was far from being luxurious. 

"You have to understand one more thing, Maya. They are dangerous men; I would not cross them if I were you. Just do as you are told and they will probably free you in a few days."

"Probably?" The one word was a red flag in my eyes. "Do they ever... keep a woman they want?"

She pointed a finger to herself and lowered her head. "They decided to keep me mostly to bring order to the women that come and go in here. But I am one of the rare women that have some sort of freedom."

"Freedom in what way? You are stuck in here naked day and night, aren't you?" I asked Kiran, wondering how she could even possibly think herself free under these circumstances.

Kiran glanced upward at the window. "I, at least, get to go outside to smell the fresh air. The women here, generally, all they smell is the scent of raw sex every day. It's enough to drive any woman crazy."

I grew silent at the revelations, withdrawing to what seemed to make sense in my head. Kiran looked at me, her head crooked, as if trying to figure out what I was thinking. Suddenly, her head twisted toward the open doorway and she practically yanked me from the water. 

"Dry yourself, Maya. Quickly! We have dallied too long in here," she instructed hurriedly, tossing a plush white towel to me. "One last bit of advice," she leaned in close and whispered, "never tell them your full name. Never."

With a gasp, we both heard the last lock on the door click and the door creak open. He stepped forward into the doorway of the bathing room, his eyes locked on my body. 

"All clean, I see," commented Kazuo. He strode into the room like the king of his castle inspecting the goods he'd bought for the day. Standing before me, he ruthlessly grabbed my breast, kneading it in his hands and watching with satisfaction as it grew perky. My head was lowered as he did this and I strained to hold in my noises of protest. Suddenly, his hand was on my chin, raising my head so that our eyes were locked.

"I want your eyes on mine when I am fucking you," he said menacingly, tightening his grip. "I won't say it to you a second time. Do you understand me?"

At his prompt, my eyes darted to Kiran for a second. Somehow she had slipped way from being directly next to me and was now facing me at Kazuo's side. I felt like I was conspired against in some strange way.

"I understand, Kazuo-sama," I answered softly, my eyes defiant and refusing to leave his. 

Kazuo smiled at my response. "She learns quickly. That's good." I knew his comment was directed toward Kiran. "Come." He turned to leave the room and somehow I figured he wanted me to follow him closely. When Kiran pushed me closer toward him as he walked, I understood. I had to be within a couple paces of his movement. Her eyes were filled with concern as I left the room and walked down one flight of stairs with Kazuo. No further words were spoken until I entered the third floor area.

The area seemed more like an office, with a sitting area and empty reception desk. There was an office in the far back directly ahead of us, where I counted three male heads waiting. The door was closed and locked behind us, again with keys in the possession of Kazuo. At that, the three men turned their heads and stood. 

"Step forward so that they may inspect you," Kazuo commanded, pushing me ahead of him as the three men approached.

I stood in the middle of the room, my eyes staring blankly forward. Desperately, I tried to block out the stares and eventual touches from the men perusing me. They were speaking in a different language and were clearly not natives. Then again, neither was I. They were all good-looking men, but I couldn't concentrate on that aspect at all. One of them, a spiky-haired blond man, was the first to touch me, running a single fingertip from my neck, through the valley between my breasts and onto my stomach. I shuddered at the sudden sensation he elicited. He smiled at me confidently with bright white teeth that seemed more like priceless pearls than actual eating utensils. 

"I like her," he said. The other two men nodded their approval as well. "We'll have fun, I'm sure."

"Good," Kazuo responded in their tongue, smiling and clapping his hands once in front of him. "You can have the entire night with her and when you're done, just give me a call on my mobile."

"No problem." And with that, Kazuo disappeared from the room, leaving me with three complete strangers.

"What is your name, girl?" asked the blond man.

"Maya."

His eyebrow rose curiously. "Just Maya? I suppose it doesn't matter what your last name is, does it?" Something about him seemed unnatural – as if there was something hidden about him. I couldn't make any sense of it. "Come and lie down here on the floor. Bryan, help her get more comfortable."

His idea of comfortable was, once I was on the floor, his hands spread my legs and down his dark blond head went into my pussy. The blond man and his other friend began to disrobe. I was surprised by the intensity Bryan had in eating me out. My heart began to race and for some strange reason, I had a very positive reaction to them. I was basically a slave held captive by Kazuo and here I was... enjoying this man's linguistic skills! A moan erupted from my mouth, my body taking over my mind's sensibilities. My fingers began to play with my nipple, to which the blond man tsked his disapproval. 

"No no," he chided, lowering to his knees. "Let Vic take care of that for you..."

I watched in fascination as the dark-haired man named Vic came down to me and began sucking on my nipples. The blond man held his semi-rigid arousal out to my face and I eagerly took his cock into my mouth. Not caring one iota about my shame, I was caught up in overwhelming sensations from all three men, an evil tongue playing wickedly with my clit and a skillful set of hands bringing together two nipples for a single taste. Bryan came up for air for a moment and saw his friend's cock in my mouth.

"Ah, Dan, you're working her already? Nice!" Bryan seemed to be enthusiastic about everything. The three of them laughed at his raunchy commentary. I, on the other hand, was too busy sucking. I couldn't believe how good he tasted; the salt of his skin mixing with my saliva went down my throat smoothly. He had to be a full eight inches and I had sucked him off to full erectness. Dan took his dick out of my mouth and held it out of the way for a minute so that I could suck his balls. My hands stayed busy, one hand holding Vic's head to my chest to continue playing with my breasts and the other taking Dan's cock in hand to stroke it while I took his balls into my mouth. He muttered something unintelligible and took his manhood back into his own hands. 

"God, she tastes fucking great," said Bryan. He took a moment to finally disrobe and when I glanced up, he was fully erect. "I've got to get into this pussy..." With no prelude, my slickness graced his hardness, his cock sliding in and out like a man crazed. "It's so tight..."

Vic sat up and watched his friend pounding into me, all the while stroking himself and watching. Dan pulled away from me to stroke himself and Vic took advantage of my free mouth, turning my head so that I could suck him off. I groaned loudly when Bryan hit a particularly sensitive spot inside me. Dan took my hand and guided me to his cock to stroke him. I was having a difficult time keeping track of all three of these guys. 

"It's alright, honey," Dan began, "you don't have to work too hard. Just let us take care of you." It was a menacing promise, but promise it was. 

Meanwhile, Bryan lifted my leg and pushed deeper into me, exclaiming as he delved headlong into the storm. "Damn it all, Dan, you need to get in this shit! I'm telling you, I've never been in a pussy like this before!"

Dan's curiosity overcame him and they switched positions. I heard Dan curse when he pushed his cock into me, the very same reaction Bryan had. "Bryan, you're right! Her pussy is definitely something special..." He couldn't talk anymore and I could see Vic wanted a piece of me too. He was hard and throbbing, wanting something warm to envelop him aside from my mouth. The two sat back and watched Dan grind into me, pushing my legs into my chest so that my entire lower body was exposed. 




Captive



"Look at that ass, Vic! I know you're an ass man..." Bryan prodded his friend jokingly. Vic took a look around me and reached under to stroke my anus. Dan took a breather and pulled back, taking a moment to stroke his now very slick dick. 

"You weren't kidding, Bryan. Her pussy covers you up like a blanket!" he commented with a laugh. Dan's eyes returned to my prone body. "Maya, I want you to get on your knees and lift your ass into the air."

I immediately complied, enjoying the experience entirely too much for my own good. All the concerns I had before flew out the window the moment I started having sex with the three men. Vic descended to the floor and urged me to straddle his hips. I did so, and within seconds, he was inside me, moaning his pleasure. Bryan stood up and held out his still rigid cock to my mouth. He was so close to coming, I could feel it. Between moans, I sucked the plum tip of his penis, then brought him all the way into my mouth and practically down my throat. I gagged a little bit, the spasm spreading through my body, but it was worth it when I heard Bryan grunt a string of curses. Dan grew tired of stroking his dick, so he knelt down behind me, pushing me down toward Vic's prone body. 

"I'm going to take you in the ass, Maya..." Dan seemed to enjoy telling me what he was going to do to me. I had no time to truly reflect on it. I had Vic's cock in my pussy, Dan's about to enter my ass and Bryan's in my mouth. I was all plugged up! When Dan pushed forward into me, the tightness made him almost swallow his tongue. "Oh my God... you're so fucking tight!"

I was speechless at the reactions I elicited from these men. Was my body that good? What made it so sexy that these guys wanted to fuck me on the spot? Despite those questions that lingered in the back of my mind, when I felt Bryan grab my head and begin to fuck my face, I felt a gush of warmth overcome my body and surprisingly enough, I came right there. My body shuddered uncontrollably, so much that Dan and Vic were overcome by the sheer force of my orgasm and spurted their juices deep inside me. Bryan released my head and pulled out just in time for his thick, white semen to erupt from him, spraying across my face and dripping from my chin. My head lolled back onto the floor, swallowing what I could from Bryan's release.

The three men sat back in wonder and stared at my dripping face. "You were unbelievable, Maya. What a beautiful body..." They all sighed in agreement and looked at each other knowingly. Just as quickly as it had ended, they looked like they were ready for round two.

And so it went for hours and hours. By the time they were all done, my entire body was one big ball of soreness, but it felt good. I actually... enjoyed myself. When Dan called Kazuo to come and get me, it was with a sense of dread that I finally returned to my senses. Kazuo. My kidnapper. My enslaver. God, help me.

Kazuo returned within 15 minutes of Dan's call to him, staring at me. I remembered his words instantly, so I did not back down from his intense gaze. He was surprised by the defiance in my eyes, but I didn't know if it was something that turned him on as well. The last thing I wanted was to turn him on. I just wanted to stay clear of him, but somehow, it was an impossibility. The three men bowed slightly and thanked Kazuo for his hospitality. They made sure to mention that they would definitely come back if I was available. 

"Stay here," Kazuo instructed. "I am going to let these men out of here." He guided them out of the room and pulled the door shut.

I stood in the third floor office space alone, waiting for Kazuo to return... and do what to me? My heart was troubled by the man and his crazy, hypnotic glare. He had the power to make any woman do whatever he wanted. Or so it seemed. When he returned, he closed the door behind him and locked it again.

"It's our turn..." he said, unbuckling his pants. The raspy sound of the zipper lowering echoed in the room and my head lowered to the erection peeking from his pants. "Isn't that right, Maya?"

Unconsciously, I took a step back from him. His eyes lit up, excited by my fear. I could only hear my shallow breath and fierce heartbeat, but when my back hit the wall with a thud, there was no escaping the inevitable. Kazuo stood a couple of paces away from me, examining me. He noted that his guests had the courtesy to clean me up after all they were finished. Such gentle care made his eyes narrow on me.

"Do not think that all of my guests are as kind as those three men were," he said, an evil softness in his voice. "I certainly will not be as kind." With that, he closed the space between us and pressed his body against mine, wrapping his arm around my narrow waist. My mind began to shut down, knowing that he was about to do unmentionable things to me and it would not be an enjoyable thing. As he lowered his head to me, the door behind us suddenly began unlocking and flew open.

"Kazuo!" the older man known only as Takahashi-sama burst into the room. "We have a problem." 

Knowing the interruption could only mean something serious was going on, an angry Kazuo released me, wordlessly leaving the room and locking the door behind him. I had my timely reprieve, but that didn't mean I would get away forever.



Captive



My head snapped up at the sound of the buzzer – that damn buzzer. Not being able to hold my head up, it rolled to the side and then dropped, chin to my chest.

God – I wanted to sleep . . . The buzzer stopped.

I was standing. I don't remember being put in this position. My arms were folded and tied against my back and I was held upright by ropes to the floor joists above me. I tried to slump against the rope, letting it take my weight. That only pulled my arms up and caused more pain in my shoulders. My whole body hurt and ached from fatigue.

I'd lost track of the minutes, the hours – the days. No longer did I know if it was day or night. I couldn't see. I was blind folded from the beginning.

I didn't care; I just wanted to sleep.

The buzzer started squealing again. It was a high pitched hurunk . . . hurunk, like a fire alarm or something. Couldn't anyone else hear it? The noise reverberated in my head.

Tears began to stream from my eyes, soaking the blind fold until they made their way under the cloth to run down my cheeks. I felt things stirring deep in my bowels. Oh god no – not again. I tried to open my legs, but found them bound together just above my knees and my ankles. My urine began to flow. I was helpless to stop it. My body was so fatigued I longer controlled it; all I could do is stand there and let my piss run down the insides of my legs. That wasn't all though – the stirrings and gurgling in my bowels – after I stopped pissing myself, I began to shit. It oozed from my ass, clinging to my legs as it emerged. The stench of my urine and my shit gagged me and I began to dry retch in reflex to the foul odor. I felt disgusted by the way my shit clung to my legs.

The last time I did this, I'd been tied in the fetal position with my hands and arm drawn between my legs, so I shit right on my arms and there it sat stinking and squishy between my ass and arms.

I prayed for him to come soon.

His coming would bring torment of its own.

All I could do is stand there, stinking, tired, sore and wait. For how long, I couldn't tell. Sometimes it felt like forever between his visits, sometimes it felt like he showed up every couple of minutes. Always the same, he never said anything. I only knew he was there when he touched me. He would take me from whatever position he'd left me in and let me collapse on the floor. He'd untie me for a while and if I needed it would clean me. No – He didn't clean me. He hosed me down with high pressure cold water. It hurt and strung, chilling me to my very core, the only good thing the frigid water did for me was to relieve the pain and aching in my joints. He'd leave me lying on the floor shivering and wet.

If I had pissed and shit myself, he'd move me to another part of the room. The only thing I could tell about it is that the floor was concrete. Then I would hear him scrubbing the floor and the smell of Clorox would fill the room.

After that he would re-tie my arm behind me and put me on my knees, the dirt and grit on the floor embedding itself painfully into my skin. Then I was bent forward, my head being led to the bowl of lukewarm, plain oatmeal on the floor in front of me. I had to eat like a dog, putting my face into the bowl, slurping and sucking it into my mouth. It would be thin and running – and that didn't help my shit any. It would come from my bowels lumpy and running, just like the oatmeal I was forced to eat. I did force myself to eat it. I hated oatmeal.

I would then have my face wiped off. He would lift me from the floor and throw me over a sawhorse. And then the worse part of the whole thing, he would shove his cock up my ass – god it hurt - hump the hell out of me and fill my ass with his cum.

Damn that fucking buzzer!

I couldn't stand any more. I leaned into the rope holding me up, staying like that until I could no longer take the pain in my shoulders. Tears flowed steadily from the pain I couldn't get away from. I was beyond caring about the humiliation I felt in the beginning, beyond caring about being left sightless and alone, beyond caring about being cold and naked – all I cared about was wanting the pain to go away and to sleep.

The buzzer started again and just as quickly went silent. He must be here.

In the silence I could just hear his breathing. The tension on the rope holding me up increased as he lowered me to the floor with it. Then, blessedly, the pain in my arms subsided to a dull ache. I collapsed face down on the floor with out the support of the rope. He untied my ankles and then my knees, kicking my feet apart. I tensed myself for the cold water that would come next.

He must've bent down close. The force of the stream felt harder and stung more than before. It was directed right up my asshole and cunt. I didn't have the energy to move from it, but endured with my face contorted. The force slacked as he hosed down my legs. With his toe, he prodded at my side and rolled me over to hose off the front of my body, again paying particular attention to my crotch and pussy.

He finished and yanked me upright by the hair. My body lolled and wanted to fall over in exhaustion. He supported me as he untied my arms. Lifting me by the armpits, he led me to another part of the room. My body was so exhausted and fatigued he had to carry me the short distance really, my knees and legs wanted to collapse under my weight, my arms hung limply at my side. I could no more resist him than I could stand on my own. He lowered me to the floor again and I rolled over on my side, my head supported until it rested against the concrete.

I began to doze to the sound of liquid being poured on the floor and the smell of Clorox.

I yelped into consciousness from the sharp, burning pain in my buttocks. Tears again came to my eyes as I began to sob.

I was helped in to a sitting position and my back leaned against the wall. Into my hands he placed the bowl of oatmeal. I drank as much as ate it. Gagging, I forced the putrid stuff down me. I felt him watching me. The pangs in my stomach went away, but the oatmeal did little to fortify and strengthen me. I finished and dropped my arms. It was too much effort to hold them up. I heard the bowl hit the floor and roll away from my hand.

As it did, he grabbed me by the hair and yanked me to my feet. I didn't care that it hurt – just get it over with - rape my ass again – sodomize me. I was too exhausted to care or fight.

This time he laid me along the sawhorse, the board running down my chest, splitting my breasts, one hanging on each side. Pain shot through me; he clamped each nipple in turn with a clothes pin, to each he then hung a weight, pulling my breasts and nipples downward.

With the pain in my chest I tried to steel myself for what would come next, it was no use. I he rammed his cock into my ass with such force that it pushed me along the board. I cried out and whimpered as he began to hump me, more forcefully than he'd done before. I counted his thrusts. Twelve. Twelve and it would be all over. The twelfth would be the worse. He grabbed my waist tightly, lifting my hips from the sawhorse, jamming himself as deeply as possible into my bowels. Pain radiated throughout my body as he filled me once again with his cum.

I must've blacked out. I didn't remember him withdrawing from me or leaving.

Then I realized I felt warm. I wasn't on the concrete floor, but lying in a soft bed. I opened my eyes – no blind fold – I could see. I lay still under the covers, so happy it was over. I closed my eyes again and snuggled down into the warm protected covers. I felt safe.

I opened my eyes. The room was softly lit. I had no idea how long I had been sleeping. I looked toward the window; it was dark outside.

Turning from the window, I saw him, sitting in a chair not far from the bed. His smile was tender and caring. "Any other fantasies you wish to tell me . . ."



Captive



Normally I hated these types of business trips but I was looking forward to this one. There was a $6,000 bonus on the line if the sale could be closed within a week. All we had to do was to convince our customer that our software was the best. The boss decided he would send me, and our youngest sales executive Sara. Sara was a 34-year-old divorcee. She was very quiet and shy, and wasn't much for the sales game but she was good at bringing in the numbers mostly because she was gorgeous. She was nearly 6 feet tall, slender, with long blond hair that fell in gentle curls down to the middle of her back. She had a flawless, fair complexion with ice blue eyes. She would have a very difficult time denying her Scandinavian heritage. Whenever I went to a meeting with her and one of our customers she was able to help seal the deal just by talking sweet and shooting them a toothy white smile. We were not romantically involved. I had thought about maybe asking her out once or twice but knew it might cause problems at the office coupled with the fact that she was a woman's woman and seemed to be sort of indifferent to men even though I knew she wasn't a lesbian. The destination this time was Miami and I was planning to make sort of a vacation out of the weeklong trip. The meetings would only last a couple of days and I planned on staying the rest of the week to get some much needed R and R. Sara had said she was going to fly back as soon as the sale closed. On the evening before we left I caught her in her office just before 5. She was on the phone as I walked in.

"Yes", she said. "Oh, hold on a minute. Jim could you give me just a couple of minutes I need to finish up with this call. I think it's a pretty hot customer."

"Sure."

I stepped back outside her office door. From my position I couldn't help but hear that she was giggling with the person on the phone. This was not like her at all when it came to dealing with a customer. I could hear her again from behind the door.

"OK I'll see you then, I can't wait, thanks, bye". She said as she hung up the phone. I thought the end of the conversation was a little odd but paid little attention to it as I re-entered the threshold to her office door.

"Jim", she said. "What can I do for you?"

"Well I was just curious if there was anything else you thought we should take with us in the morning. I have all the product manuals. Do you want me to get you any extra stuff?"

"Uhh..I was thinking maybe we should take one of these." She got up from her desk and retrieved some documents from the shelf and began to scan through them. While she stood there I couldn't help but admire her. She was wearing a thigh length yellow dress and her perfect body filled out the attire perfectly. I looked down from her ass all the way to her thin yet muscular, smooth legs. She turned around and I collected myself. I couldn't help but take a quick glance at her ample breasts as she approached me.

"Here you go. Do you think we should take some of these old service manuals?" "Good idea I said. I'll put in a requisition and then I'll stop by here in the morning and pick them up. Do you want to ride to the airport together?"

"No, I have some things to do in the morning, but I'll meet you at the coffee shop in front of the American terminal, OK?"

"Yeah, I'll see you there."

"Bye, Jim." She said with a little grin.

"See you in the morning Sara." I said as I left her office.

I put in a quick requisition for the documents Sara wanted and then headed home.

6am dawned much too early. I went through all the morning rituals a little faster this morning, as I needed to be at the airport by 8. I stopped by the office to pick up Sara's manuals and headed off on route 9 to the airport. I made it there right at 7:30. I made my way to the American Airlines terminal to check in and then sat down at a small table in front of the coffee shop. Sara had not yet arrived and I scanned the terminal to see if she was there. There weren't many people to be seen and I could vaguely see a tall figure in the distance walking toward my location. I could tell as she approached it was Sara. She was dressed very casual in a white T-shirt with sweat pants. She had already checked in at the curb and had only a small carry on. God, did she look sexy. Her hair was so silky and soft looking. She waved as she saw me.

"I thought I was going to be late." She said as she sat down across from me. I caught the sweet scent of her as a gentle breeze carried her fragrance to me as she sat down.

"You have plenty of time. Do you want some coffee or anything?"

"No I'm pretty wired. Did you have anything?"

"Just a little hot chocolate. I'm not much for the coffee here." I replied.

"Hey, I got this email late last night." She said, retrieving a paper from her carry on. "I was wondering if you got it too."

"I checked my mail at the office this morning but the server was down."

"Well here you need to read this." She handed me the paper.

"This is strange." I said.

"I thought so too." She said. The document was from our boss telling us that the company account at the hotel chain we always used was maxed this year because of greater than normal business and that the company had reserved a bungalow for us closer to our customers headquarters.

"A bungalow," I said. "I hope it has all the appointments we need. Some of those places are dumps."

"I'm sure it will be fine." She said. "As long as it has 2 bedrooms and a bathroom we'll be OK. You don't mind having to share the bathroom do you?"

"No, of course not. It's just that I've worked here for 15 years and I've been all over the world for the company. This has never happened to me before."

"It's OK. It might give us the chance to strategize a little better." She said.

"Yeah, who cares? It's OK with me."

I couldn't help but think about being alone with her in a bungalow. What would we do? Now my fantasies began but I knew I had to belay them. Sara had no interest in me and besides I didn't want to be burdened with this. I just wanted to close the sale and have a little break in the Florida sun. As we were talking our flight was called and we boarded the aircraft. The flight was uneventful except for a few good looks I got at Sara's hot body as she slept next to me on the plane. Would I be able to stay in the same house with this woman for 2 to 3 days without hitting on her? I had to get control of myself.

When we got to Miami it was very busy as usual. I let Sara stay at the pick up area while I got the rental car. I returned with a nice Cadillac. She got in and we made our way out to find our accommodations. She read the map the boss had sent her while I drove. We must have driven 50 miles looking for this place but finally we found it. It was a very small but nice 2-story house close to the beach, but a little more remote than I thought it would be. We pulled in, grabbed our baggage and headed inside. Sitting our stuff down we looked around. The place was very clean and well appointed. There were 2 bedroom and 2 bathrooms. It was set up like 2 connected apartments, one upstairs and one down. We had entered through the lower apartment since the upper didn't have an outside door of it's own.

"I'm taking this one", Sara said with a little smile. "I like the bottom floor, plus the access to the beach is excellent."

I wasn't unhappy. I just wanted to get this over with.

"OK, I'm gonna take my stuff upstairs."

"OK, I'm just going to check things out a bit." She said.

I took my stuff upstairs. I liked the place. It was quaint and very clean as I said before. I was putting some things away when I heard a voice coming from downstairs through my A/C register. 

"It's great", she said. "Better than I thought."

The voice was Sara's and she was talking with someone on her cell phone. It was difficult to make out the entire conversation but I tried to listen. There was a lot of giggling and some hushed speaking. Soon she said goodbye and hung up. I went back downstairs. Sara was putting away a few changes of clothes.

"Wanna go grab some food?" She said. 

With all the delays evening had already come and I was famished.

"Sure." I said. "But you pick though".

"No problem", she said. "Let's go."

Sara picked a nice seafood restaurant for us. She had put on some shorts and a tank top. Casual was just her style. She looked so damned sexy. Her legs were so long and flawlessly smooth and her breasts were almost falling out of her tank top. I couldn't help but stare at her most of the night. Every time I stood up I had to adjust my hard cock so she wouldn't see. We had a couple drinks after dinner and then headed out back to our little section of the beach. It was late and she looked very tired.

"I think I'm gonna go ahead and hit the sack." She said.

"OK. Well if you need anything I'm right upstairs." I said.

"No problem. I'll see you bright and early, OK."

"Yeah. We're gonna knock 'em dead tomorrow", she said raising her fist.

"You go girl", I said with a laugh. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight Jim."

I made my way up through the dim light to my living quarters. It was going on 10pm but I had a little paperwork I needed to do. I grabbed my briefcase and headed to the bedroom. I stripped down to my boxers and began to write some things down. The next thing I knew I was waking up at 11. I was just too tired to do anything else tonight. I put my stuff away and switched off the light.

A loud thud pierced the darkness from my room and I heard a shriek from downstairs. The clock said 3am. I kept listening and could hear what sounded like a struggle. My heart was thumping in my chest and I got up and opened the door. There was silence now. I walked down the hall to the stairs leading to Sara's rooms. I could vaguely hear what sounded like loud breathing and I started down the stairs. 

"Sara", I said loudly. "You OK?"

"Jim, don't come down", I heard her say with a quivering terrified voice, "He's going to hurt you if...."

"Sara!"

I turned the corner at the bottom of the stairs to see Sara standing there at the door to her bedroom. To my horror and complete surprised standing next to her was a man with a very large pistol trained right on her head. My heart almost stopped. Sara was crying and shaking. The man had a sickening grin on his face. He looked strangely just a little familiar to me. He had a dirty brown goatee and long curly hair that was pulled into a pony tail at the back. He was dressed in black leather pants with a matching jacket. 

"Well hello there cowboy", the man said gruffly, "well, well, another bird in the nest."

"What do you want?" I said.

"Oh, don't worry, you'll know what I want soon enough you dumb fuckball. Now get your ass in here NOW!" 

I thought I was going to die right there. The man took Sara and I into her room and closed the door. He told me to sit down and he stood Sara up about 3 feet in front of me. The sickening, psychotic grin on his face became a devilish smile.

"OK you two, my name is Rob. Sara already knows my name don't you honey?"

"Yes." Sara said quivering.

"Rob wants a little action and I'm gonna get it. Hey prick, what's your fucking name?" Rob said to me.

"Jim." I said.

"Jimbo, jimeroo, alright. Listen up Jim. This is how this game works". He turned and grabbed Sara. He put the gun into his pants and pulled out a long knife. He squeezed Sara's cheeks and turned her toward me. "Goddamit man have you ever seen a fucking finer face than that. Jesus Christ what I wouldn't give to rub my hard cock all over that smooth skin of hers. What about you Jim?"

"I, uhhh, ummm. I dunno."

"Oh you best fucking answer all my questions cumstain or you're fucking history. Now tell me, wouldn't you love to rub your cock all over her face and then shoot a huge cum load into that mouth..mmmm...wouldn't you, Jim?"

"uh, yes." I said

"Right answer Jim. Damn you're good at this." 

Sara was so scared she looked as if she was going to pass out. Rob took the knife and cut the shoulder straps of Sara's gown and pulled it to the floor around her. She was there in front of me completely naked, and even though I was scared as hell it was very hard not to admire her. She was gorgeous. Her large breasts were tipped with long pale nipples. Her tummy was flat and muscular. Her bush was as blond as the hair on her head and I could see what looked like a dark swatch of hair right at her slit. It looked a little wet. I thought that to be kind of strange. Rob began to smile more and breathe harder. He traced the outline of Sara's breasts and nipples with the knife.

"Holy fuckin' shit Jim would you look at this fuckin' body? My God I think I just came right in my drawers. What about you buddy?"

I didn't reply.

"OK, Jimbo. Off with your clothes." Rob said.

"What?" I replied.

Rob pulled out the gun and pointed it directly at my head.

"What the fuck did you just say? Did you ask me a fuckin' question? I said take off your clothes NOW!"

"We have money if you want it."

"I don't want your fuckin' money asshole. Get your fuckin' clothes off or she gets it." He said pointing the gun at Sara's head.

"OK. Just take it easy."

"Don't tell me what to do goddammit! I'll put a fuckin' cap right through your head. Understand?"

I stood up and put my hands up before I began to disrobe. I took off the T-shirt I had put on before I came down and then pulled down my boxers. I looked at Sara and noticed her looking at my cock and her eyes grew wide.

"Would you fucking look at that". Said Rob. "Damn it Jim how in the fuck do you fit that monster in your pants?"

My cock was big, about 8.5 inches hard, and now it was becoming the butt of this animals cruel jokes.

"Well, well. Now that we have Jim down to no clothes with that monster cock of his between his legs we can begin. I want to play a game. Jim—you are going to fuck Sara for me and you are going to fuck her the way I say to fuck her and guess what, you're going to enjoy it or-POP-POP. And Sara, you have to enjoy it too. You have to cum or---POP-POP. And don't think I can't tell when you cum so don't try to fake it you little cum whore or I'll kill your ass right now!" 

Sara began to cry. I was, well, I'm not sure what I was. I was scared as hell but I wasn't turned off totally to the idea of fucking Sara for Rob and I thought that if we just did what he said we would be OK. I noticed that Sara's nipples were hard and it wasn't cold in here. I figured she was just scared. I looked at her and smiled.

"It'll be OK Sara." I said.

"Did I say you could talk to her asshole?" Replied Rob. "I said to fuck her. Now you two get started. Sara I want you to get on your knees and swallow that cock of Jim's now. Do it you little bitch!"

Sara looked a little bewildered but she fell to her knees in front of me. She looked at my cock and even though the moment was tense I was starting to get hard. She grabbed the base of my cock and pulled it to her mouth. She looked up at me teary eyed but at the same time she looked somewhat hungry for it. Rob stood over us and watched as Sara put the head of my cock between her full succulent lips and began to suck. I hate to admit but God her mouth felt good. She sucked it well too, given the circumstances and my cock quickly grew to full length. 

"Jesus Christ Jim that's some fucking tool." Rob said.

Sara had about half of it in her mouth and was sucking vigorously. I couldn't help it and started to moan. I could just vaguely feel Sara making moaning noises in her throat. The vibrations of which were driving me crazy.

"I said to swallow that cock you whore!" Rob yelled. "Now take it all, bitch!"

Sara slowly took all of my cock into her throat and now I could definitely feel that Sara was kind of enjoying this and I began not to care too much about Rob. If I died like this it would be fine with me. Sara began to quicken her pace on my cock and fondled my balls with her free hand, under Rob's orders of course.

"Damn Jim. I can't believe you haven't filled this bitch's throat with cum yet. Do it Jim! Cum right down her gut."

I was starting to feel the orgasm wash over me as Sara continued to swallow my cock. I let out a long moan and began spurting hot jizz into Sara's mouth. Surprisingly she lapped it up hungrily and swallowed every drop. I could tell she was still a little scared, but she moaned gently as my last drop entered her mouth. My orgasmic spasms continued and I could hardly stand as the last small spurt left my body.

"Oh, yes, sports fans that was a good one." Said Rob. "You guys are good at this. Now Jim, it wouldn't be fair for poor little Sara to do all the work so now you get to go at her a little. I want you to seductively eat this little whore's love box like it's never been eaten before. And Sara..No fake cumming or it's over for you."

Sara shook her head a little and teared up but looked at me. 

"Can I put her on the bed?" I asked Rob.

"Put her up your ass for all I care. Put her wherever, just do what I say."

I gently helped Sara up and pushed her back onto the bed. She went willingly. I looked back and saw Rob take a seat and undo his pants. I figured he was gonna stroke himself while I did Sara. He still had the gun trained right on us so I went right to work. I gently kissed Sara on the mouth. She reciprocated. Our tongues probed long and deep. She was breathing hard and pressing her tits against my chest. I moved from her mouth and gently down her neck, licking, nibbling and kissing every inch of her beautiful flesh. Rob seemed like a dream now that I was here with her. I put a little saliva on my finger and traced the outline of both her nipples. She moaned very softly and looked over at Rob. He had his cock out and was going about his business but was still very intently watching us. I continued down Sara's abdomen paying special attention to her navel. I stopped right at her hairline and let my tongue do a little playing there. Slowly and carefully I moved lower through her blond bush to her pussy. She was soaking wet. She was actually enjoying this. We might die before the night's over but she is really enjoying this! She might be crying but she was turned on because she was dripping wet. I blew on her swollen lips and she let out a little groan. I pushed forward with my tongue gently lapping away at her flowing juices while intermittently flicking her swollen clit with the tip of my tongue.

"How's that pussy Jimbo?" Rob bellowed. "Are you doin' anything for that bitch? Is she wet? Is she about to come? Sara, you let me know when you're gonna come cause I wanna watch and you'd better come you little alley whore!"

I could tell that Sara was on the brink of coming but since this might be her last orgasm I wanted to prolong it so that she would be sure to enjoy it. I teased her with short strokes to her inner lips and light touches on her clit. Before long she reached down and grabbed my head and rammed her pussy into my mouth. She was quivering all over and I took her clit between my lips and I sucked and nibbled her love button. She was on the brink and was moaning loudly.

"Oh, God Jim I'm gonna cum! Please don't stop. Oh my God!"

"Are you cumming now you little slut?" Rob said standing up. "Let me see Jimbo. Rob looked underneath me as the spasms hit Sara. She was practically screaming now and her whole body convulsed and she flooded my face and the sheets with hot pussy juices. She continued writhing under me but began to relax some, whimpering slightly with bated breath.

"Holy Shit!" Screamed Rob. "You actually got the bitch off. I didn't think you had it in you Jimbo."

I looked up at Rob. He had the most devilish grin I've ever seen but I still felt as if I had seen this man somewhere before. Maybe on TV. Obviously that had to be it since he was clearly some deranged criminal.




Captive



"OK Jim. No breaks for you. Your cock better be hard 'cause now you gotta fuck this little cunt, and when I say FUCK her Jim I mean I want you to go at her with all you got. Spin her around and do it doggy, do whatever, but you better fuckin' like it man, or else....well let's just say that you won't be leaving Miami the way you came in."

I could tell that he was serious. His face said it all. I looked down at Sara. She had gotten her breath back and she was looking a little less scared.

"Are you ready? I said.

She shook her head.

"I didn't say you could ask her Jim. Just take that bitch. Lay that fucking pipe Jimbo!"

I moved up between Sara's long and silky legs. I was so damned turned on but I was afraid to admit it. My cock came to rest just outside her love tunnel and she wrapped her legs around my waist. Her legs were so long that she could almost touch her own knees with her heels. To my amazement she reached for my cock and brought it up to her sweet pussy. 

"Do what he said Jim." She said. "Just fuck me. It doesn't matter now."

She released my cock and I pushed forward and buried it in her sweet box. She gasped as I managed to get the last inch or so in. I hit rock bottom in her. I ground my buried cock around in slow circles as she slowly matched my movements. She started backing away from me and then pushing back so that I was sliding in and out. I took that as the cue to begin with thrusting. I pulled nearly all the way out and then went all the way back in. Her pussy squeezed and grabbed at my dick as I quickened the pace. She was so wet and tight and felt so good. I was in heaven and didn't care if Rob put a bullet in my head now. I managed a look around and he was still there, smiling and shaking his head as if in approval. 

"Don't worry Jim I'm still here." He put the gun in my face. "Don't worry about me, you just keep fucking."

I had no problem following his orders now because I would be happy if we died like this. Sara was now moving faster and using longer strokes to keep my cock rubbing against her clit and g-spot. She was moaning and breathing faster and I could feel her tightening up on the inside. 

"Fuck me harder Jim. Come on and fuck me. Mmmmm, God I'm cumming!" 

I thrust my cock in her as hard as I could while her orgasm took control of her body. She bucked against me and once again sprayed me with her juices. I felt myself about to cum but remembered what Rob had said. I pulled my cock out, leaned down and told Sara to roll over. She did so breathlessly. Now I had her beautiful ass right in the air. She moved backward right into me.

"Fuck that tight little asshole if you want Jimbo." Rob said. 

Since he gave me the choice this time I decided to go back for the pussy. I fed my cock in without hesitation and immediately began a series of long deep and hard thrusts. I was beating the hell out of the bottom of her pussy as my wet balls slapped against her ass. She shrieked with each thrust but I felt her tighten up again as she began to scream while she was cumming. At this point I let go and shot the first of many spurts of hot cum deep into her canal. I thought I would never stop as the spasms rocked my body. After the last spasms we both collapsed on the bed. Her on her belly and me on top of her with my cock still buried in her flesh. We were sweaty and wet with each others juices. From behind me arose the sound of steady, but obviously smart-alecky applause.

"Well done folks." Rob said. "You two should be proud of yourselves." 

Rob walked over to the bed.

"I'm totally convinced that Sara came several times and loved every minute of it, and Jimbo I got to say that you gave it all you had, but I just don't think you enjoyed it like Sara did. Do you remember the rules Jim? You HAD to enjoy it, no exceptions."


I thought a little to myself and realized that I had concentrated so much on pleasing Sara that I hadn't shown as much emotion as she had.

"I'm real sorry about this Jim, but when you break MY rules you have to pay."

Rob put the pistol right to my temple and cocked the hammer. I felt Sara's pussy and ass cheeks tighten up around my still buried cock. I can't explain what was going through my mind. I was just thinking about what would happen to her when I was gone when a very loud "CLICK" echoed through the room. I looked up and saw the barrel still to my head. Sara relaxed and I heard a faint laugh coming from her face that was buried in the pillow. I turned my head to see Rob standing there. His smile and turned from one of crazed lunatic to mischievous child. He lowered the gun and began to laugh out loud.

"Jesus Christ Jim", he said, barely able to talk above his laughing, "I thought you were gonna shit yourself. Oh My God that was good."

Sara was now laughing hard and giving me the signal to roll off her.

"I don't understand. What the fuck is going on here." I demanded.

Rob removed his jacket. He lost about 50 lbs when he did this. The jacket was heavily padded. He pulled his hair out of the pony tail and reached for the goatee and pulled it off. I couldn't believe this. It was Bruce. He was the night mailroom manager at the office.

"Bruce! What the Hell!"

"Ah, man I wish I would have got this on tape. It was so fucking great. Oh shit Jim you were scared."

Sara was sitting up now and laughing as well. I began to chuckle myself because I didn't know what else to do.

"But what is this? I don't understand."

Rob, I mean, Bruce was laughing too hard to explain anything to me. So Sara spoke:

"Oh Jim I am sorry and I hope you weren't too scared. Let me explain something to you. I'm a little leery about men since my ex dumped on me so hard but I love sex."

She looked at me.

"Go on." I said.

"I always had this fantasy, since I was a teenager, that someone would break into my house and hold me at gunpoint and make me fuck someone that I have never fucked. I also fantasized that the intruder would call all the shots and order me and my mate around. I know it sounds crazy but I've never had sex like that in my life. It was great. You helped to make my fantasy happen, and you don't know this but I chose you to be the guy a long time ago. I just had to pick the right time."

"But where does Bruce come in?" I asked.

"Bruce and I used to date and he's on vacation down here this week. He was a drama major in college and I knew he could pull it off and I also know he will do anything for me. I think he did an excellent job."

"He sure did. I was scared as hell. You seemed scared to me though. How did you manage that?"

"Well the nervousness of the moment and the fact the Bruce was totally out of character and it's a real gun, made me scared. Oh the orgasms under that tension were great."

The cat was out of the bag now and I didn't know what to say. Bruce had stopped his violent laughing. 

"Well guys, for making my fantasy a complete and successful reality I have a surprise for you both." Sara said. "Take off your clothes Bruce and come on the bed with me and Jim."

Bruce now did as HE was told and disrobed and came to the bed. I felt a little uncomfortable. I had never been this close to another naked man. Sara had us both lie back while she sucked both of us off. We ended up fucking up until 10am. Bruce and I took turns and sometimes we did her at the same time. It ended up being the best experience of my entire life. Even though I was scared shitless and was convinced I was going to die it would have been OK if I did. That's just how good it was.



Captive and On Display



Many thanks to my wonderful editor: graynsam



The solid door quietly opens a crack. A small rolled up towel, likely a facecloth, is silently placed between the inside edge of it and the corridor wall to prevent the door from automatically latching. The understanding is I wait at least 15 minutes after this signal before responding; by then, he would make sure she is ready - blindfolded and on the bed.

I arrive between 8:40 and 8:45 p.m. The floor is hard under my bum as I sit under the window; it is far down this long, narrow hallway around the corner from where the elevator arrives with its overnight guests. It's a slow Saturday night; the summer tourism season has long passed for this hotel. I've already spent the few minutes that I've been waiting restlessly compiling the list of groceries I need to purchase tomorrow, and I'm to excited to feel like reading the book I brought along to pass the time.

From this distance, I can't hear any sounds escaping from room 416's slightly open door. It is three suites away from where I rest on my numbing bum. I shift my weight from one butt cheek to the other because with my back pressed against the wall I'm getting a sore spot under my right shoulder blade. I give up trying to concentrate and stash my unfinished shopping list and the black sandals I've kicked off into the blue-clothed hobo bag at my side. I should wear warmer clothes for a chilly September evening, but instead I decided to take the sexy route.

Closing my eyes to get a little bit of rest, I lean my head back, settling for awhile, against the cool exterior wall. I need to have energy tonight, even though I feel myself starting to tire as I bide my time. It is so frustrating that this hotel chain doesn't provide armchairs for their guests on all the floors like they have done in the lobby. But thankfully, blanketing the tough concrete floor is at least thin layer of carpet though, in typical hotel fashion, the busy design and colours on the rug couldn't get any uglier.

I stretch out my cramped legs being careful to keep my knee-length dress down around my knees even though no one is around. I welcome the silence and shift my mind toward the upcoming evening.

I believe it isn't very often one gets asked to sneak into someone else's bedroom to watch them have sex – vulnerably naked, blindfolded, and getting fucked as they moan, scream, and explode uncontrollably to sensations that are so sensitive it is difficult to put into words. And, it is unbelievably amazing to know the images and fantasies played out in the mind of the one building toward that unconscious climax, could not have been seen by their watcher. I'm wetting my panties just thinking about her, a woman I've never met, being spread on the bed, nipples hard, mouth open and pussy dripping whilst I spy.

Inhaling deeply, I breathe out a long sigh hoping it will destroy my excited anxiety. The floor-covering certainly isn't as comfortable as it looks and I guess it doesn't have to be; I'm will to bet not many people spend their time sitting on the floor in the hall of a hotel.

My thoughts flow inward, yet like a coloured illustration in a Dr. Seuss book I can see them in all their detail escaping like a tortuous road out in front of me, going on for miles as fast as my mind can create them. I wonder what it will be like to be held in his strong arms. I remember first laying my eyes on him; his light coloured eyes look back at me absorbing my aura and figure. They softly flow over my body and have a natural way of almost kissing and caressing. I want to get to know his mysterious soul. I'm mesmerized by his broad masculine beauty. One day I want to have sex with him but I'm not so sure his wife would be too happy about it.

He reveals she is uptight. Stressed out to the max at work, she has little time for thoughts of sex at home. He only "gets it" if he can talk her into "getting away from it all" for a weekend. She is a private person when it comes to sex, only liking to share him in the safety of her fantasies. Tonight they are acting out one of them, more so than she knows.

The darkness I see behind my eyelids is calming and peaceful. Finally, the hustle and bustle of daily life begins to fade away. Dreamily, I remember a past conversation. He confides in me how he and his wife behave when they are affectionate. Gently he nestles his face into her neck kissing her with his warm tongue and then he moves his small mouth down to caress her pointy nipples till he makes them hard. She stands completely naked dressed only in her four inch high heels that accentuate her strong legs and the shape of her ass. His firm flat hand holds her round ass tightly up against his bulging jeans as they both sway to maybe soft piano music playing on the portable CD player. To stimulate herself, she imagines different sensations racked across her pale skin from the top of her thighs to her breasts and over her bare back until he actually starts using the different objects he has gathered tonight to arouse her. As they dance, her sensitivity of touch is enhanced because now he has blindfolded her, tightly.

I bat my eyes under the bright lights in the hallway and pry myself off the hall floor. Surely fifteen minutes must have passed by now. I stand straightening my back; I wiggle my thighs open trying to escape the moisture that has built up against my smooth pussy lips.

I wander over to room 416 where the white terrycloth towel allows me access. I can hear the spray of spring rain accompanied by a pan-flute on the music player. Slowly, I open the heavy door just wide enough to slip myself in sideways on my bare feet. It is a good thing I'm petite. The closer I can keep the door to a closed position the less risk I have of making a sound with it.

My one hand holds the door open while I reach behind it and gently set my bag on the floor so the keys on my keychain don't jiggle against one another. With the bag behind the door and against the wall I'm less likely to trip over it in the dim light. Using my big toe I pull the facecloth back into the room discounting it.

I catch myself holding my breath for fear of letting on I'm in the room. Getting caught because she questions odd sounds would end the night prematurely. I take a few minutes, to prevent the hinges from squeaking, and with two hands I ever so quietly shut and latch the wooden door for privacy.

My chest heaves; I've held my breath too long. Nervously shaking now, I try to slow my breathing. My cheeks flush as the warm air in the room delicately flows over them like a light brushing from the soft hairs of a paint brush. I'm excited! God this is really happening, tonight.

When the blood-filled throbbing veins in my temples subside, I slip out of my black, skin-tight dress and leave it in a heap in the foyer of the room. I only leave on my lacy grey panties with a small red bow. He didn't tell me to strip naked when I arrive, however, I feel it would be better to be properly dressed, or undressed, for the occasion.

Once inside I try to focus my eyes against the darkened room. It takes a couple of minutes to see that it looks similar to every other cookie-cutter hotel suite I've seen before, done up mainly in a neutral beige coloured palate. He must have heated the room earlier this evening, perhaps after eating their supper downstairs in the main dining room, because I am hotter in here than I was outside in the hall. Or maybe it is just my arousal and the anticipation I feel. It is amazing how a conversation with a vague contact can lead to an evening like this.

"Do you know what she says to me every night before turning off the light?"

"No," I mumble between sips of hot black coffee.

"Something about work, she is always complaining about her work. Never, I Love You! It's 'work' from the time she gets home until bedtime." Sadly he says, "I feel as though she doesn't really see me anymore. I miss her lots and wish she could relax enough to want to be with me." He stares into the wall; 'lost soul' is written all over his face.

I hope the people sitting beside us in the cafe don't start eavesdropping as his voice grows in volume coloured with dissatisfaction.

"Maybe once things settle out at work with the new boss her stress levels will fall and she will feel better," I try offering positive comfort.

"I'm taking her away for the weekend," he decides. "When she is out of the house she relaxes enough to want sex...," and he adds hesitantly "...by the second night. If we don't get away this weekend, I'll go crazy."

The remainder of the conversation that afternoon is directed to a small booth at the back of the tiny coffee shop. I feel it to be too heavy a conversation for a table near the entrance. Since bumping into him down the street, Michael invites me out for coffee to get to know me better. He is an acquaintance of mine through a distant friend. I don't know Michael very well, exchanging only a couple of sentences with him before but I happen to have the afternoon free and he's so insanely sexy, not to mention charming.

Happily I find he is attracted to me too. Michael is a very relaxed man and we get along surprisingly well, chatting smoothly like we had known each other for some time. We discuss everything from mutual friends and hobbies to our favourite foods and movies. And, we both really love to talk about sex. Not your ordinary husband and wife on the bed sex, but different sex, sex where people try new adventures and opportunities. Michael has the ability to quickly turn me on as he unfolds his sexual dreams, one by one, face up upon the table.

He has much wilder fantasies of sexual fun than his wife does, more matching my own. Michael says he wants to experiment trying anal intercourse, seeing what sucking a cock is like and watching his wife with another man. He is thrilled to hear about my past ménage à trios and lesbian experiences. Romantically, I study his sincere smile, his smoothly shaven baby-face, and his narrow strong jaw line as I listen intently. Discussing sex with a new person is exhilarating, I'm hot and I find my cunt filling my pants with pools of love juice. I thoroughly enjoy this afternoon with Michael.

He tells me his wife, Lisa, finds sharing fantasizes with him is on the edge of her comfort level. Michael said, when he talks to her, he almost pleads with her to allow them to act on one of her hot fantasies – such as sharing sex as a couple with another person hoping executing this fantasy will at least add a bit of interest in their sex life (with the hope it will also lead to her wanting more sex.) But no matter how much Michael tries, Lisa is not willing to go along with any idea.

Michael is a desperate man. He feels he is beginning to withdraw from daily happiness due to a lonely heart. He says it is crucial that he does something to fix his frustration. He's not after an affair and has no interest in any kind of cheating. He truly adores his wife and wants to help her, to help them both. After all he has been patient all these years, however, he is now willing to accept the risks involved by trying 'something' to remedy the situation.

Lisa needs to understand that she has to give more sex to Michael on a week to week bases to satisfy him and Michael needs to accept that, if he stays with his wife, sex won't necessarily be an extremely wild and experimental affair every time but one that is restricted within boundaries where his wife feels secure.

I, on the other hand, can't help falling for Michael. For some unknown reason I can't explain, I find a sexy and needy heart so very attractive and even more when I listen to his soft gentle voice.

Over several cups of coffee one idea leads to another and before we know it we have devised a gentle game-plan that we hope will arouse Lisa beyond her wildest dreams. Hopefully, it isn't too gutsy and will not totally scare her, but maybe it could push her out of her comfort limits just a wee bit but keeping her within her own "fantasies", safety net. Maybe it will free her from her sexual hang-ups and save their dying marriage.

Tonight, we are executing the plan.

Hidden around the dim corner inside the hotel room, I hear soft cooing. I peek around the wallpapered wall on my right toward where the bed ought to be. Bunched up on the floor is a king size quilted comforter. I lean further into the room and see that Lisa lies naked on her back in the middle of the bed with both her wrists tied, layered in a red silky scarf, one to each side of the headboard. A black blindfold covers her eyes and wraps around her short, dirty blonde hair. Michael's back is to me as he sits on the edge of the bed near her hips. Obviously still preparing his wife with erotic foreplay on the bed, I think that they have been at this for at least 20 minutes.

Lisa's straightened legs twist slightly crossing at the ankles toward her captor as he sits beside her and affectionately drags a long feather across her thin midriff and toward her dark hairy cunt. Her body language gives the impression of 'behaving' and I wonder what kind of performance Michael has planned for her tonight. If the firm leather crop standing-by on the nightstand is any indication, she will have to behave a little longer to avoid punishment.

An old-fashion floor lamp has been left on dim-mode casting a soft, yellow glow about the room emanating from behind the leather loveseat against the far wall. I now realize I have to enter the long narrow room and cross it without making a sound. It feels weird to think about crossing the room right in front of her as she lies spread naked on the bed, even though she can't see me. I tiptoe over the pile of clothes they have left on the burgundy rug and move to the extra-stuffed sofa. It looks way more comfortable to sit on than the upright office chair hiding behind the small wooden desk. Breathing quietly, I settle in carefully on the throw rug, conveniently placed on the cushion so my legs won't stick to the leather and make any noise. On the wall above my head is a cheap framed print of green reeds matching the ones in the ceramic vase on the coffee table, it's strange what you see in situations like this.

This is way more titillating than I ever imagined, sneaking in and watching them have sex. I wonder what she will think of me once she finds out I'm here. I smile; watching her restrained body wiggling and yearning for a good fuck makes me want to have sex with Lisa too but I gather that's a very premature thought for our first night together.

Lisa's pure white skin is in vivid contrast to Michael's dark blue jeans and jet black tee-shirt. For some time Michael gently kisses her body and then looks over in my directly with his fresh turquoise eyes and smiles. I wink back grinning. I notice how adorable and sexy he looks. Michael seems more alive and perky tonight than he did a few days ago, even more youthful.

It seems Lisa didn't hear me come in the room. It feels strange to be here in front of them during these intimate moments together yet again it still feels somewhat natural. I find it impossible to explain the feelings I have right now except to think that I'm at ease because I enjoy the freedom of being naked and I enjoy sex so much.

This is the first time Michael has seen my naked breasts. They are much fuller than his wife's. He must realize I'm already aroused and wet. I tuck my leg up under my bum, settle into the blanket and get comfortable. Sitting across from me on the oak dresser, beside the lifeless TV is the mini music player and two used wine glasses.

Being here in room 416 is like being a player in a movie only more up close and personal. I watch Michael slowly tease Lisa's whole body with feathers, finger-sized vibrators and even the heal of her high heel shoes, forcing her to concentrate on every little touch and sensation. She likes this about sex. He has still more patience giving at this slow pace than I would ever have. As Michael kisses and fondles her, he gradually builds up the tension between them acting out the master/slave fantasy. The tickling feather is eventually replaced with a scratching kitchen fork; light strokes of the hand turn into twists and hard pinches of her nipples. She catches her breath at times yet doesn't make a sound.

Rising from the bed, he comes to stand over me and takes the back of my neck in his hot palm pulling my face up toward his as he leans down closer. Pleasant scented cologne floods my nostrils. His tall handsome body dangerously dares me to reach out and touch him knowing if I do, my loss of lustful control will be embarrassing. But I still yearn for his touch all over my body.

He's boldness surprises me. Kissing me hard on the mouth, I continue wetting my panties. I flush; my temperature rises. I want him. I want him even more now with his wife tied up and blindfolded in front of us. I smirk to myself, how naughty and exciting. 

Thank goodness Lisa's hands are fastened to the bed so she can't remove the blindfold and see him kiss me. It's a long kiss full of passion, long enough for me to focus on the softness of his lips and then on his wiggling tongue sensing his enjoyment of exploring my mouth. It is an unexpected, overwhelming welcome and although I thoroughly enjoy it I'm still left hanging and squirming in my dripping panties. But I can not expect sex from Michael tonight. The kiss is just a thank you knowing it is not his plan that I have sex with them, or that he has sex with me. I'm here to watch Lisa and surprise her (eventually) with the fact that a stranger has enjoyed seeing her exposed and likely embarrassed in her totally vulnerable state. This should fulfill her 'desire to be watched' fantasy and hopefully, in reality, it will turn her on adding to the excitement that already exists between her and her husband tonight. Hopefully tonight's experience will also lead to fulfilling a fantasy desire they both share - someone joining the two of them in group sex.

He leaves my side returning to be near his wife who is securely tied up on the bed. Michael slowly begins undressing.

My presence here is also turning Michael on. Already the sex scene he's participating in tonight is more wild than his usual. He apparently likes to be watched too and, hopefully, his extra excitement will be passed on to Lisa as he continues to please her.

I can't help thinking what it would be like to be in Lisa's place, having sex with him and being under his captivating control. He's so hot and sensual. The reality of being sexually touched by him seems much closer now than it did in the coffee shop. I doubt he would have kissed me if I had wandered over here to the couch in my dress. He never fondled my breasts while our mouths danced together; this has left me wanting him even more. How urgent 'wanting' can seem, the hunger, the desire; so much so, you'd do almost anything for it.

Never taking his eyes off me, Michael slowly undresses – first, the tee-shirt comes off over his head exposing the white hairs curling on his tanned bulky chest. He is athletically charming being a construction worker. He easily passes for a man in his early 40's and not the 50 year old he really is.

Next he reaches for his jean zipper and I feel a sharp jolt of ecstasy in my clit watching him slowly pull it down, unbuttoning the button and slipping the pants off his waist. Since he kissed me, a few moments ago, I realize I've been unconsciously rubbing myself through my thin panties as my other hand cups and caresses my tits making me feel wilder than ever. I watch him from my position on the leather couch as he stands over his naked, blind-folded and bound wife held captive on the hotel bed. God, I'm so horny.

I desperately want him to suck my nipples. I yearn for his hot wet tongue to flick across my swollen clit bringing me to climax. I want him to want me. I begin to daydream, I imagine the sound of distant, hollow jungle drums beating behind the melody of a synthesiser, as I circle around his head keeping eye contact at all times with flirtatious intentions like the mating dance of a desperate wild tiger. I blatantly seduce him teasing his lips against mine. I rub his chest hairs raking them through my wandering fingers as my arms hang over the front of his broad shoulders. Nibbling at his exposed neck I beg for him to serve me in my greatest desires. His puckering lips catch the attention of my watchful eyes. He desperately tries to pull me closer pressing my bouncing breasts up into his warm body. I love to watch him – I need him to want me.




Captive and On Display



Blinking away my overactive imagination, I wonder if, one day, we'll ever have sex together.

Michael slowly pushes down his boxer shorts. I breathe in a quick short breath, remembering to be as silent as possible in Lisa's presence, as I anticipate my first look at his cock. I am sure the lack of speed during this disrobing process is for my benefit. To my surprise, he unveils the largest erect cock I've ever seen in person. I'm truly amazed at his girth; what enormous sex appeal he has. Stuck on the bed Lisa wiggles wondering why Michael is taking so long, yet she doesn't utter a word. I wonder if she is this patient because it's part of the normal routine they act out every time they have sex away from home.

My eyes move away from her and I, again, glue them back on Michaels's stiff beautiful cock. His wide soft balls dangle underneath it. He kneels upon the bed near Lisa's feet; he does this amazing and graceful 'dance' holding his cock in both hands he gently glides his textured hard-on up her legs, around her navel, teasing the undersides of her breasts, and knocking her excited nipples. Tickling Lisa's neck with his leaking appendage he straddles her sitting on her half-covered face and tells her to open wide.

Try as Lisa might, there is no way a cock of that size is going to completely disappear down her or any woman's throat. While he may not be mega hung in length, he sure had enough girth to satisfy two women. I doubt her jaw could even open wide enough to allow his entire member to enter past his huge purple bell end. She sucks as much as she can anyway, persuaded by the love-slaps to her cheeks and Michael's smothering posture. Lisa begins to moan loudly, her mouth full of inflexible cock, as he reaches back, squeezes and pulls her hardened nipples.

"Be a good girl now. You wouldn't want me to use that whip on your bare bottom would you?" he glances over to the night table. She licks and sucks to please him.

I am taking such delight in the moment pulling on my own pointy nipples and silently urging him on to fuck her abandoned pussy. I'm dying to hop into the bed with them to enjoy with them their playtime as I see it unfold before me but I know this is a no-no. I'll have to watch and masturbate from the sidelines and just hope that one day we can talk Lisa into allowing me to join them in their naughtiness.

The music I had heard earlier on the CD player in the background, must have run out ages ago. The music in the shadowy room has been replaced with the musical sounds of sex - moaning, gagging, and heavy breathing. She is very ready now for some hard-core action, ecstatically begging for cock. Releasing his dick from her mouth, he begins to fuck her dripping hairy cunt alternating with tongue licks of delight upon her wanting clit.

With a hand signal, I'm invited to come over to the bed. I hesitate for this is not in the plan and I'm not sure I should get too close to his wife. As Michael's cock rests deep inside Lisa, he French kisses me on the mouth once more. I respond with a twisted hug and my hand fondles his well groomed short, white hair. I'm delighted by the kiss but confused.

He gently tucks my hair behind my ear. Flicking his head toward his wife, he whispers, "Take her blindfold off and suck her nipples. She is excited enough, I think it is time to show her you are here and to give her a little bit more to think about."

My eyes widen. "Are you sure?" I whisper. "Do you think she is ready for that? I don't want to ruin anything."

Michael nods. It is apparent to me that he is quite elated and very comfortable about this arrangement; I thought he'd be more nervous about how Lisa would react. I guess he has decided that this is the desperate risk he needs to take; he's needs to go all the way with it.

I watch her lying there helpless and shy. I want to give her new pleasures she won't recoil from. Bending down by her head, my round breasts dangle near her ear. I can smell her rosy perfume. He's propped up on his knees wildly fucking her pussy with deep and hard thrusts, holding her hips up for leverage. In his soft-spoken voice he lovingly divulges,

"Lisa Honey, I have invited a guest here tonight who has been watching you enjoy your evening of ecstasy."

I reach down and gently push up the blindfold, that's been hiding her eyes all this time.

I gently smile, "It's alright, relax and enjoy" I whisper close to her face trying to keep the ambience of the bedroom united.

To my surprise, Lisa doesn't protest although she does look somewhat stunned. I think she is too busy trying to adjust her eyes to the room's warm glow after being blindfolded for so long. I twist my long dark hair off to one side behind my shoulder. Quickly, before she disapproves, I lower my mouth to lick her fair, pointy nipple standing so hard and erect on an adolescent-sized breast before enveloping it between my lustful lips. I begin fondling her other breast with my fingers all the while feeling Michael's eyes burning a hole right through me as he continues to fuck her, but with more tenderness now.

I reach up and tenderly kiss her parted lips. I know she's never touched another girl before and I don't want to scare her. With her hands still tied, she can only wiggle or tell us to stop but neither happens. We both continue savouring her body lying bare and stretched out on the bed before us which remains in a restrained position forcefully begging for undivided attention.

She is feeling sensations from all directions – her lips moist against my soft mouth, the end of her nipple pinched between my thumb and forefinger sending lustful signals to her clit which is now strongly pressed beneath Michael's quivering thumb, her pussy stuffed full of his fleshy cock, and likely her legs numbing from the lack of oxygen as he holds her ankles up high against his shoulders. Lisa's moaning escalates to a rhythmic yell of, "Oh, Oh!" in time with Michael's love dance. Her body rocks in motion to his thrusts trembling with sexual tension and I concentrate to keeping nipple/mouth contact while I play with her.

Suddenly, bucking my mouth off her tit, Lisa bends her neck backwards over one of the many pillows that the hotels provide and arches her back rising her chest up. The strength of her abrupt ecstatic outbreak bulges her eyes wide open, trance-like for a split second. Michael succeeds in bringing her to a loud violent climax as she screams from deep within her gut. Her wrists shake against their restraints pulling them tighter around her skin and wrinkling her hands. I bet she's feeling the hot burning sensation of release as the climatic pressure ripples through her body. Pulsating over and over again her clit, as if violently set off from the pushes of a detonator, rapidly explodes and the build up of heaviness gushes out of her body like a light-show of fireworks; her clit is torn open as the blast of orgasmic sparks shoot upward flying high in the sky then falling back down around her in tiny fragments.

Michael passionately continues pumping into her throbbing now super sensitive cunt with his huge rock hard cock as he grunts and moans. A few short pumps thereafter he collapses forward onto her body depositing his cool sweat on to her pale skin and filling her pussy with his hot sticky cum.

Introductions seem so awkward after such sex, I guess because it is backwards to the natural order. I study Lisa carefully whilst we all share some dry red wine together, naked (except for my panties which I assume makes Lisa a bit more comfortable). I know that she must be close to his age yet she seems so small. She gives the appearance of a shy lady living in old-fashion times from the way she passively talks and her slight mannerisms. It is hard to believe as a teacher she would be comfortable standing up in front of room full of students and project a voice loud enough to be heard. I wonder how she dresses.

Lisa says she found the experience tonight very stimulating and not as frightening as she had imagined it would be in real life. She is pleased with herself that she feels so happy about it – sharing her body. Assured that I'm not having sex on the side with her husband, she confesses she feels better about me now than how she felt when she first saw me - jealous and panicky. I look into her eyes. Secretly, I keep my desires for Michael to myself, my longing for his tender cuddles and insatiable fucking. Lisa smiles at me and thanks me; she had enjoyed my fondling with her breasts and the sweet kisses I gave her. In turn I told her just how much I had enjoyed playing with her.

Surprising me, reaching out and gently stroking my breast she adds that she would like to try sex with me again one day – touching my body rather than being tied up. Saying that she didn't know she had this desire in herself before this evening.

Michael is ecstatic! Opening up possibilities and trying new things is all he wants from her, well, that and more sex in general. He confesses his rapid orgasm came about from watching me play with his wife. Before tonight, he hadn't expected the night or for that matter any night to evolve in quite this way.

Lisa isn't forthcoming about the possibility of enjoying any more threesomes; however, I imagine it isn't out of the question for her to allow some of her other fantasies to develop into real situations. I guess she will have to at least give it some thought. In the meantime, I sincerely hope she grows hornier & and hornier for Michael. I also hope that I might just have helped in a small way.

After tonight's wild adventure, I will definitely be masturbating myself to sleep for a few nights thinking about sucking and fucking Michael's huge cock.

I take a sip of my wine, wondering, and can't resist asking any longer. "So what's up with the little black whip?" I point over to its cold shiny leather skin looking lonely on the night table. Michael explains that one of Lisa's fantasies is to play slave but of course as in such dreams it is only the suggestion of sexual helplessness and fear of sexual pain that gets her excited and not necessarily something they would want to do for real. "We are building her up slowly," he giggles. "We've only just been able to tie her hands. I threaten her from time to time," he says smiling into Lisa's eyes. "I haven't actually spanked her for real - yet." As they slowly experiment with sexual role-playing and Lisa begins to loosen up a bit, maybe one day, Michael will actually get to spank her.

I try my best to talk my way into getting a little action from Michael for I yearn for him to drive me to climax! Seductively smiling, I gently yet eagerly confess to Michael, "I would love for you to demonstrate to Lisa just how you would spank her by using your leather whip to masterly spank MY bare ass."

God, I'm wicked! I am also horny as hell and my pussy is overflowing, positively dripping with love juice after watching their fucking session and having Michael's soft lips tease me with French kisses.

Michael glances over at Lisa to see her reaction. She quietly nods still thrilled from her new experience.

He reaches to the night table sitting beside him and picks up the wrapped leather handle.

Eagerly he smirks and commands as he rises up off the mattress, "Come, and crawl up on the bed." Positioning himself behind me but giving Lisa a good view of my ass, and as he lowers my panties exposing to her my glistening thighs and leaking cunt...



Captive at Home



In a dimly light living room, draped over a over-stuffed chair. Her long red hair pools on one side. While her feet brush the floor on the other. A steamy cup of hot coco & a empty plate, that once held her supper. 

Her wide blue eyes were totally engrossed in a fantasy novel. In the back ground played some old rock & roll from a small radio. The glass patio doors were opened letting in a gentle breeze. 

She was so lost in the pages. That it took her to another world. One we're she could be any one, some one who was no longer alone. She was so involved in her book that she didn't hear the patio screen door open. He was standing between two black silk curtains, dressed in all black. From the top of his leather trench, wearing no shirt, to his black biker boots, below a pair of skin tight black jeans. 

His eyes were hidden by a pair of black biker shades. His long hair was just another shadow blowing with the curtains. Behind him, gleaming in the full moon light, was a sparkling black chopper. 

With a graceful but, masculine stride. He ate up the few short feet to stand above her blocking her light. Causing her to look up& gasp at the sight of him. Before she could scream, he taped her mouth closed with duck tape. 

Quicker than her mind could comprehend, he threw her over his shoulder & carried her into her bedroom. He tossed her onto the bed so hard it knocked her breath away. As she fought to regain her breath. She found herself tied spread eagle to her own bed. When she could breath again he was nowhere in sight. But, she could hear him banging around in the kitchen. Doing gods know what. 

She knew she was a prisoner in her own house & for the first time she cursed the fact that she lived at least two miles away from anyone. Her eyes closed in despair. 

Seconds ticked into minutes. Then an hour latter he came back. With a large tray covered with a cloth. But, she could see it was over loaded. He set the tray on her night stand. Then went around & lit all 21 candles around the room. Turning off the over head light. An incense was burning. A flavor she had never smelled before. It began to relax her against her will. She found that even the thought of fight back was gone. 

He leaned over her. She could see his face now for the first time. He had a strong handsome face. One she could love if things where different. With that thought she shook her head in shock, this man had intruded on her life with out a word to her, how could she look at him with anything but hated. 

With a sudden movement he ripped the tape from her mouth & lifted her head. He put a cup to her lips forcing he to swallowed or not breath again. She opened her mouth & he poured two full cups down her through. The liquid was sweet & tangy. 

He then left her alone again. Going into her bathroom. She could hear the shower running. She moaned& closed her eyes. Wishing that this was all a dream. 

About the time the shower turned off , she felt a strange tingling throughout her whole body. Her eyes flew open to see him standing over her. He was naked. Her eyes drank in his body as if she was dieing of thrust. & he was the last water anywhere. Strange swirls of color formed before her eyes. She knew it was the drink he had made her drink. It was some kind of drug. His wicked smile told her that he knew what she was feeling. She could feel her thong underwear was getting soaked with her own juices. 


As if by magic he suddenly had a small sharp looking knife in his hand. With slow jerky movements he began cutting her jeans off. After what seemed like forever to her, she knew she was only wearing her bright green thong . Which was soaking wet. 

He uncovered the tray revealing a large assortment of covered bowls. He picked up one that still had frost covering it. Then with a frozen spoon, he began creating an ice cream Sunday with her tits as the dish. 

Her nipples quickly became hard as rocks. He had three different kinds of ice cream smeared as if to cover every inch of her large breasts. He dumped hot fudge & caramel over that. Adding whip cream & a cherry on top of each. Using his fingers & mouth he licked, sucked, & bit her clean. After he used a hot soapy wash rag to clean up any sticky residue. Leaving her nipples just as hard but, for a different reason

He then forced more of the same liquid down her throat. He even drank a sip himself. After just standing there & watching her for a good 10 minutes. He produced a large fluffy feather & a long thin metal wand, that was rounded at both ends. So lightly he traced up & down her body, he avoided her nipples, coming so close that she felt she was imagining the feathery touch. While each tickle sent her more strange sensations. She felt moisture flowing from her felling the room with a her musky sent. Only getting her hotter then she had ever been. 

With a little more pressure he traced all over, missing not an inch, even her wettest spot. She fought her bonds. Only to find them unbending. Suddenly he pulled her thong up. Sliding it between her lower lips of her pussy. Rubbing hard against her clit. Causing her to explode with a wild & swift orgasm that left her seeing colorful explosion before her eyes. 

Coming back down to earth. She felt his fingers thrust savagely & deeply inside her hot pussy. Her body reacted on it's own. Causing her to tighten her inner muscles on the wiggling intruders. A lusty moan escaped from her lips. & some how she knew her thong was history

He withdrew the same way he had entered. His fingers were dripping with her cum. He painted her lips with its wetness. Then he thrust them deep in her mouth. The taste was like ambrosia to her, shocking she sucked , licked, & cleaned his fingers off. Savoring every drop. & craving more. 

While she was doing this. He was busy. Now laying between her wide spread legs. With his face inches from her wet slit. A scream erupted from her as he flicked his hot tongue touched her swollen clit. He repeated that action over & over, until she had screamed her self raw. 

Then he traced around that raw nerve of pleasure. Finally sucking it into his mouth. Between his swirling tongue & gently biting teeth. She felt her self climbing toward another climax. 

Her breathing became panting the closer she got. She was so involved in every wave that was carried her higher. Then before, that she didn't hear the vibrator turn on. Then he pressed against her opening & clit at the same time causing her to scream again. 

His tongue never stopped it's attack on her clit as he inched the vibrating dick into her. Just when she thought she had reached the top of her savage orgasm, he roughly buried the entire vibrator with in her, along with this fingers. 

He moved it around slowly keeping it deep & trying to go deeper. As she tighten trying to push it out. 

Suddenly a new & different kinds of climax swept her up in to it's waves of passion as she reached the top of the first orgasm. Soaking his hand & face with fluid. 

He gave a quick thrust going as deep as he could. Hitting her g-spot further causing her to float over the crest of this savage climax. The most intense & violent pleasure she had every felt.

Darkness closed all around her. As she passed out from the most erotic sensations she had ever felt

When her eyes opened again, she was hoping to find it had been a dream, only to another cup of the drug going down her parched throat. As she woke up completely. He washed all traces of her orgasm from her body & he's. The cloth felt wonderfully cool against her fevered skin. 

Once the drug had taken a hold of her again. He knelt across her chest with his cock in her face. Wonder & fear could be seen in her eyes. 

He took a bowl from the tray, that now contained only two more bowls, & dipped his cock into it. Then he spilled the rest of the warm caramel on his balls & her. 

A hunger began to grow with in her. She lifted her head trying to take his huge cock between her teeth to her waiting tongue. Only to find it just out of reach. Drops of caramel fell on her waiting lips. The tip of her tongue was instantly there to lick it away. 

He slowly lowered himself to feed her the head of his still growing cock. At the same time he reached around & rubbed the still going vibrator across her clit & pussy lips. Without her knowing it he turned over into a 69, so he could see what he was doing. & he pushed himself a little deeper into her mouth. Until he reached the back of her throat. 

He then began to move slowly in & out. Her tongue swirled around it leaving not a spot untouched. As he feels her building up another climax, he intensifies the strokes of the vibrator keeping it always touching her clit. 

As her orgasm explodes. He tilts her head back, holds it there. He thrusts his swollen cock deep down her throat. Burying himself to his balls. She gags some, then relaxes as he begins to pull out. Only to thrust back in just as deep. He keeps the vibrator going at her clit. Causing her to get off over & over. As he pumps her mouth demanding that she suck him to his own climax. Finally he begins to explode, with drawing enough to spill his seed just inside her mouth on her tongue. She chokes but finds that if she has no chose but to swallow every drop of his salty cum. 

Once he is limp he feeds her one more cup of the drug. Her eyes go wide as he drinks a full cup himself. 

Then tells to suck him hard again. As he reaches for the last two bowls. When he is rock hard & at his full 10 inches. He pulls him self out of her warm mouth. To kneel between her legs. He then pours the first bowl over her. Covering her from breast to crotch with hot oil. He uses the other bowl of hot oil on himself. He lays down on top of her sliding around. Causing the hot oil to make every nerve in her body to stir wake. 

He then straddles her belly & places his cock between her breasts. With a hand on each one he pushes them together around it. Keeping her breasts in place with his palms while he tweaks each nipple using his fore finger & thumb. He begins to slide his cock with its encasement. Slowly at first then faster, till he is moaning. He pinches her nipples hard with each stroke. Causing her no pleasure but, pain instead. 

He brings himself to a stroke of climaxing but, stops. He then moves up to rub the head against the lips of her wet & oily pussy. Teasingly he moves up to her clit then back to tease her again. Up & back down he moves. Till she is grasping for breath. Then suddenly & savagely he buries his cock deep with in her till she screams with both pain & pleasure. 

Then he is gone. She opens her eyes but, he has left the room. She just stares at the door. He returns with a glass in his hand. He then blindfolds her. Sending her into a world of darkness. She feels him climb back on the bed between her legs. 

He once more teases her with just the tip of his cock. While the his fingers pull part her lower lips. Exposing even her clit. Then for a few seconds he just lets the cool air caress her exposed flesh. 

She suddenly feels some thing ice cold brush her clit, then move lower. It slowly enter her. Inch by slow inch. As another ice cold item circles around her hard little nib. The first item with draws & thrusts back in over & over. Making her climb wave after wave towards a climax. Only to stop just before she cums & with draw completely. She feels more hot oil poured over that chilled area. His fingers expertly rub it every where including over her virgin ass hole. 

When she is covered completely she feels his warm cock brush her pussy lips only to move lower. Then stop. He thrust one finger into her ass hole slowly. The first is followed by a second easing it's way in deep, then a 3rd & 4th stretching her wide & causing her to scream in pain. He then stretches her even wider by forcing his buried fingers apart. Using his thumbs he pushes an ice cube between his fingers. Followed by the head of his cock. With the head of cock inside the hole he pulls out his finger. 

They move to her clit. Causing her forgotten orgasm to surprise her by flooding her with hot juices. As she cums he inches his cock in farther. But, stops when she cums down. He then pushes ice cube after ice cube into her pussy. Felling her to the point of overflow. With the vibrator he flicks her hard clit building her to yet another climax. While at the same time he inches his cock deeper into her ass hole. When she cums again he is buried to the hilt in her tightest hole. 

Once more he pushes ice cubes into her pussy only this time he follows them with the other hard, thick ice cold item. Felling both hole more then she thought possible. She hears a snap. Then he pulls his cock slowly out, the other item , which she now knows as another vibrator because it has began to vibrator too, also with draws. Once he is almost out he thrusts hard back in. Her ass hole is so wet & oily he has no trouble. He begins to pump her in & out building up speed slowly. With each thrust the icy vibrator hits her g-spot. This builds her up to a new & intense climax. Which sends her to see wonderful colors before her eyes. She doesn't get a chance to come down before the next orgasm hits. Till finally he gives one last thrust sinking so deep that she cums harder then ever before. Sending her into darkness as she passes out for the 2nd time that night. 

When she finally wakes back up she finds her self untied & no traces left behind. She is under her covers. But, next to the lamp on the night stand is a note:
Thank you, see you soon I hope!



Captive Audience



The table is set for a nice romantic dinner for 2, complete with wine-glasses.... a nice vase of roses at the table's center...a very sensual scene. You walk in the door from work and look around, not expecting someone to be waiting for you..... but, instead.. you find me! Dressed in a teddy of red lace that reveals more than it could possibly conceal, I sit in a chair at one side of the table, a glass of white wine raised to my soft lips.

Care for a nibble??" I whisper, setting down the wine, pausing to dip a forefinger into the sparkling liquid and then dribbling a couple droplets of it across the swell of my almost completely exposed bosom. I lean forward and hear your breath catch in your throat as you gaze ravenously at the cleavage that presents itself.. such a tantalizing view isn't it? Standing up slowly.... letting you see that the hem of the teddy's softly flared skirt comes to just below the top-most part of my creamy thighs.. I see your pulse starting to race beneath the point in the hollow of your throat. I walk around to where you stand and gently, efficiently remove your dress-coat... loosen your tie, and leaning in... nibble ever so gently upon one of your earlobes before pulling coyly away.

As I pull away from you.. one of my hands trails across your ass... the fingers firmly squeezing your cheeks.. loving the firm feel of them cupped in one palm......... I smile devilishly to myself.. knowing that only I know what remains in store for you. Sensing that you are on the brink of sensual input overload.. I walk over to the kitchen counter and pick up a length of black cloth and returning to stand behind you.. I ever so gently tie it around your eyes.. allowing you from this point on, only to FEEL and HEAR and SMELL what is to be done to you...... to relinquish all control to your erotic mistress.

Taking you by the hand.. I lead you over to one of the dining room chairs and bid you to sit. I straddle your thighs with my own.. as my deft hands slip down to undo your pants, and pull them from you with practiced ease. Your shirt and tie are the next to go, and soon you are in all your naked glory before me.. your ohh so aroused cock straining against the soft skin of my inner thighs. You can smell my arousal, feel my hot skin. My groin nestles itself ever closer to your now throbbing shaft.. as my fingertips teasingly slide up and down its length.....my mouth without warning presses ravenously against yours, my tongue seeking yours out, coaxing it from your mouth... circling it, probing and tasting.... my thighs stroking your thighs...... your hands attempt to encircle my back.... but at their first embrace, I stand up and step away.

Retrieving a silk scarf from the treasure trove of sensual toys I've placed on the counter-top.. I return to your side, and as my lips lower to lick at your neck, your ears, your mouth... my hands bind yours just tight enough behind your back that you are assured that you are not meant to touch me at least not until I give permission. I slide into your lap, this time my back facing your chest, your aroused nipples slide against my shoulders. I moan.. and purr with growing arousal, as one hand fondles your balls as they lay between my own legs... and the other hand fingers my own clit lazily... drawing out the waves that are steadily mounting within me. I lean back against your chest even tighter.. as my muscles start to spasm with pleasure.... your cock throbs in agonized ecstasy.... demanding relief that simply is not forthcoming.

Wriggling around so that I am once more facing you.. you can feel that the head of your shaft is a mere fraction from the entrance to my hot, wet pussy.... you can smell the musky scent of my juices...... and knowing that you are almost at the point of no-return.... I rise up and without warning slide down.. thrusting the length of you deep inside of me.. burying your cock to the hilt. Feeling the soft heat of your balls beneath my ass. I arch back, thrusting you deeper with each penetration..... writhing in sheer pleasure atop you... my thighs tightening instinctively around your cock as it lies embedded in my tunnel.. the inner walls of my pussy stroking you, as if with invisible fingers. My mouth is parted, mindless... my eyes roll back and I am reduced to gasping your name.... harder and faster I ride you... making the chair skid a few inches backwards across the floor!!

Throwing myself forward, I lift myself up enough to slam back down... driving you into me ruthlessly.. at the exact moment your hot, creamy cum explodes deep into my pussy's recesses.. filling me up... sending my own impending orgasm crashing in a tidal wave through my body.. muscles locking.... I kiss your lips fiercely... tasting you, sucking on your tongue as if it were the cock that is now so firmly planted in my hot, clenching hole. I do not stop riding you until I am certain that I've milked every last drop of precious cum from your cock, and even then.. I tease you by sliding myself up and down.. reveling in the feel of our mingled juices and sweat that sheens across both our naked bodies.. I rip the make-shift blind-fold from your eyes to see you staring at me in wonder.... never had you imagined I had this sort of power / need in me not to mention, the wild and reckless abandon with which I offered myself so completely over to Lust’s control.