0 comments/ 74109 views/ 8 favorites Red's Ransom Ch. 01 By: evildwarf Chapter 1: Bound She awoke not knowing where she was, it was dark, and bumpy, a spare tire and a jack pressed into her lower back painfully. Her hands, bound behind her back securely, were useless to aid her in seeking freedom. Her wrists had been bound with what felt like zip strips, her ankles had wide banded leather shackles on them, and they were joined close at the ankles. One attempt at stretching also let her know that the anklets and the wrist binding were connected. She was hog tied in the trunk of a car, and she had no idea why. Her last memory before waking here, was a fight with her husband. The usual arguments, she does too much, he doesn't do enough ... and when are we going to rekindle our sex lives? These questions and more had begun to creep into their relationship. Her mind wandered back to a half recalled conversation. She tried to explain to him in a language that he would understand. He was a caring lover, tender and gentle. She knew he could never force himself on anyone, nor cause what he thought was any pain. He simply didn't understand that there was " good hurt " as well, no matter how many times she tried, or how many ways she found to say it. She was jarred from her memories as the car ground to a halt on a gravel road. She was debating on playing possum, and heard from outside a muffled male voice, " close your eyes, or the light may blind you. " With that, the trunk opened and the sun did blind her. He was nothing more than a silhouette against the ball of light that is the midday sun. Warmth struck her skin, it felt nice. Strong arms lifted her from the trunk, easily. She tried to ease open an eye to catch a glimpse of her captive, but her eyes could not adjust quickly enough, before she was carried inside an old building. The wallboards were slats, parted by inches to let in bars of light, yet still leave enough darkness to be foreboding. in the center of the building she was dropped onto a soft surface, a mattress had been placed there. She began to worry, and yet, somehow this situation caused stirrings deep inside her. She felt a tingle inside her she had not felt before. This was more than a tingle, the tingles grew and spread inside her. The tension, the fear, the not knowing, all these combined to create a mood in her, and she felt herself swell with blood, and the beginnings of arousal drip abundantly from between her thighs. Her arms were abruptly lifted, and she felt a rope pass between her wrists, a knot securely tied, and she was yarded, hard, off the ground. Lifted sharp and fast, so sharply that she found she needed tip toes to remain standing, instead of hanging. Cold steel touched her hip, she felt it slide around, under the belt of her shirt, as the scissors closed, and her skirt and panties fell freely to the mattress. She tried futilely to hold the rent cloth by clenching her thighs. A sharp hard slap across both her cheeks told her this was not a good idea. sharp hot pain seared across her taut athletic butt. " Sexy ass you have there, toy, perhaps I'll fuck it today? Perhaps i may even use lube " She tried to make sense of all this. she didn't recognize the voice, it was being altered electronically. Had she not had the contact of being lifted in here, for all she knew, her captor could be a female. " Now then, Toy, what game shall we play first? shall we ravage the wife? and fuck her senseless? make her a good and well behaved slave? or should we call that limp-dick you call a husband and let him know what is happening to you right now? Let's try the phone shall we? " She heard the digital tones of a phone, it was ringing. She heard her own voice answer, " and leave a message at the tone, we'll get back to you...... " As the beep sounded, she felt herself lifted from the hips from behind. She tried as hard as she could to say something to the machine, leave a clue, some kind of answer..... Her concentration was completely confounded, as she took in a breath to scream into the phone, she felt herself lifted, and her buttocks spread as her pelvis was lifted , leaving her arms hanging, so she was bent at the hips, arched in the back, and completely at his mercy. " Help S...... " her words were cut off abruptly as she felt something foreign to her, completely foreign to her. A tongue pressed hard against the tight pucker of her ass. it was strong, wet, forceful... it circled , it pressed, and then, it pierced, a long guttural sigh escaped her lips, a primal sigh, longings unspoken , fantasies left unsaid, wants and needs she feared to share with her husband, were now being taken from her. She was having a fantasy fulfilled that no one knew of..... His lips moved strongly over her, he was actually kissing her, not just poking, he was making love to her ass with his mouth. she had always wondered, now she knew. No wonder she fantasized about this, the sensation was incredible, and then, she felt a finger enter her swollen wet lips, and she came, shuddering and exploding. Held aloft, she could do nothing but vibrate and spasm. she felt the tongue lap her from clitoris to the top of her butt crack. Lapping hungrily to get every last drop of thick sweet come from her swollen lips, her thighs, and even that one large first drip that ran all the way past her knee. All was licked clean, tenderly. " Now then, " said the voice " you've been a good toy thus far. Keep up this behavior and you may even live to see your useless husband again, but not until your ransom's been paid. " With that, she heard the phone get disconnected... OMG! she had been recorded on her own machine at home, she came on her own answering machine. Her husband is going to hear that! What had she said?, Did she scream?, did she say yes?... she couldn't remember, she just knew she liked what had been done to her, she wanted it again, she wanted more! she felt badly then, her eyes dropped. A warm breath she felt on her neck from behind, " no toy! No feelings, not now. There are no feelings, there is coming, there is making me come. THAT is all the need concern you. If you are a good toy, i return you, maybe. if you are a bad toy, you'll never see daylight again. If you are an exceptional toy, perhaps I'll keep you. now here, hold onto these, i have some things to do, but i'; be close, so don't try anything!" Again the feel of cold metal, but this time, not her ankles, but her hard erect nipples, small clamps, placed on each. Not too hard, but hard enough to cause a pinch of heated pinch on each nipple like a set of teeth lightly clamping. Her whimpers receded as he walked slowly from the room. As she became used to the pain in her nipples, it became more normal for her. she felt a warm outburst of breath on her dark red tuft of pubic hair. Her lips, still tender and somewhat swollen, felt cool ivory against them, as his teeth clamped lightly on her mound. His upper teeth tangling in the lower strands of hair, fleshy mound and hood were tugged slightly as his teeth clamped down and up on the curve of her. small lips bunched tightly, against fleshy mound, her clitoris engorged, his lips slid down over his teeth, and he sucked HARD! His tongue pressing and circling around her clit as he sucked, she could stand it no farther. She exploded on his face. She felt herself gush come with each convulsion, splashing wave after wave of hot creamy juice over his face, his chest, and herself. She could feel each heated drip as it let go her shapely ass to congregate in puddles on the floor. His teeth released, as did his suction and his tongue's pressure. It spread wide, and lapped every drop of come from her. Each cheek was completely licked clean, then she felt his tongue probe. He licked deep and hard along the crack of her ass, stopping to press into her tight pucker, wiggling and pushing. Her ankles were lifted, knees back against chest, opening her fully to him. Her muscles contracted with the shift, and as she tightened, he pressed deeply. She felt herself spread for him, tightly fighting his press. She had wanted her husband to do this. but he lacked imagination. He lacked the will to please her how she feared to ask, she knew that. And here was some complete stranger, exploring her libido like he knew every route. As she felt the girth of his tongue press deeply into her, she came. He was not finished, as her constricting muscles fought against him, he shoved two fingers in between throbs, and they curled upward, pressing hard into her g-spot as he fucked his tongue into her hard and deep. The world went grey for her, a yellowy grey. The colour you see after being hit in the head hard, the colour you see just before blackness. She wasn't sure how many she had, nor when, or even if they stopped. He wouldn't stop, he kept her g-spot coming and her ass was so supple she could have lost her virginity to him and loved it right now. But he wouldn't, or didn't. He made her come again and again, until she was uncertain the mark between them. She woke, blankets piled close and high on her. her pillow, freshly laundered and pressed, the birds outside, the sun rising. It was all just a dream. She smiled inwardly to herself. Her lingering aroma filled the room. Dream or not, she felt like she'd been sexed beyond her wildest dreams. She stretched, moaning loudly, with that content smile on her face. after what seemed too short a stretch, she rose to answer that early morning need, to find her ankle strapped to the leg of the bed... Red's Ransom Ch. 02 Chapter 2: Unleashed Checking the bindings on her ankle, she found a comfortable padded satin interior, under thick leather, with strap, buckle, and lock. It was held securely to a braided cable loop and anchored to a loop set in the floor. Without benefit of tools, she was not going anywhere. Looking around the room, she found there was daylight, but no windows. The light was provided with holes through the ceiling somehow. there was a fresh jug of water with lemon slices floating in it on a table near the bed. A rather large television sat against the far wall from the bed, and a commode was off to one corner near the bed, behind a screen. There was a remote control sitting on her end table, she switched it on out of curiosity. She was shocked to see her naked lower body being tongued by a masked man. She was viewing what she had thought was a fantasy dream, and yet, there she was, large as life, being rimmed by a total stranger. And worse, her face was shown, and she was loving it. The thought of that orgasm being real made her tingle deep inside. Hearing herself so loud, in stereo. Seeing herself, her fantasy, her curiosity fulfilled. She didn't realize she was touching herself until a moan of pleasure left her lips. Her fingertip was idly stroking her clitoris. making her hips grind slightly, and her knees grow weak. The sound of her pleasure was very loud, and she found it intoxicating. Her strokes became faster, more determined, oh God she was close... A sharp stinging slap across her cheeks brought her out of her almost climax with a gasp and a sharp "OH!" She turned to see her captor, a yardstick in his hand. "The toy will not touch itself, nor please itself without permission," he said. "The toy will do as she is told or she will receive punishment!" "Now remove your robe." For a brief moment she hesitated, and again she felt a sharp crack across her already tender buttocks. "Toy, make yourself naked. Show yourself to me!" His words were short, and gruff, spoken as if at the end of his patience. She wished the mask he wore fit his face better, so she could see his eyes. He stepped forward, grasping the robe roughly and ripping it from her. Her hair was grasped by the back of her head, she was pulled down forcibly over his knee, and she felt his stinging blows again and again rain on her pink and tender buttocks. The pain and sting soon numbed in sharpness. Her tender flesh was numb, and the tingle and sensation carried through until she felt each blow as a push against her tight pucker, and she came. Just like that, she exploded, her body wracked and bucked. This was no normal run of the mill orgasm. This was something primal, something almost bestial in nature. It was almost as if he'd unlocked something she'd always kept hidden deep inside. His hand caressed her hair gently, as she seemed to wake again from a dream. The light was brighter in the room. Time had passed, but how much she couldn't know. Her ass was still numb, and her cheeks felt crusty somehow. Suddenly she again heard her voice loud, she was screaming, over the repeat sound of hailing blows of hand to tender cheek. She turned her head to see the tv screen, and saw herself bucking wildly as the orgasm she recalled hit her. Then she saw the rest, and she cried deeply. To her surprise, instead of hitting her, he cradled her and hugged her close until she quieted in his arms. Watching the intensity of her orgasm from the spanking was almost like a release valve. after she came like that she cried almost a decade of stress out of herself. She was trapped, she was a prisoner, at the whim of another. But for the first time in her life, she felt free. Free to say anything she ever wanted in bed, she was certain of that. If she was good, he'd do something for her if she asked nicely. He was a kidnapper, and a sex fiend, but god, was he ever good at it. She felt him tug at a shoulder for her to roll off him. She did so, ending kneeling on the floor. "Stand up, let me look at you," he said. She stood, shyly trying to cover herself with her hands. A sharp rap across the knuckles with a small crop soon made her hands flinch out of the way. "The toy is beautiful. She will not cover herself, nor stand demurely." He instructed. " She will be proud, stand tall. she will take pride in her sexy body, the toy is perfect. " She blushed at his words. "No one's ever called me that before," she said with almost a grin. "Show me yourself, spread your legs and show me yourself. Stroke it for me, make it drip juice for me, so i can watch you. " She did immediately as she was told, parting her legs, arching her back trying to open herself for him. He patted the bed beside him. " Put one leg up here, " he said, " so I can see your beautiful tiny sweet pussy up close. I want to savour your pleasure. " She stood boldly before him, legs spread wide, swollen and wanting lips wet and ready. She touched herself, and her knees quivered. Her breath, short and gasping, sounded in her own ear. She heard wanton lust in her breathing as she plunged a finger in. Oh God, it felt so good! The soft tender flesh inside her felt aflame with longing. The sensation of her knuckles sliding in and out, making every nerve inside her long for more. She'd never do this for her husband. He'd never want it. 'Fuck him!' She thought. And with that she shoved another finger in, spreading herself more She felt the anger towards her sexual captivity at home, and her sexual freedom here in captivity, and she almost punched into herself. She heard the flesh of her tender crotch slap with the fury of each thrust. Forcing herself deeper and deeper until her fingertips pressed against the opening of her cervix, and she came so hard it poured from within her. She spasmed, and quaked, her knees almost giving out, but she stood her ground. She stood tall! She stood proud! She stood defiant! She was stirred from her reverie by the odd sensation of her fingertips being sucked. Her hand was being gently sucked clean by a tender and patient, almost fastidious, tongue. That same tongue that had made her come so hard while it filled her tight pucker. She quaked again, a small aftershock. Again her knees threatened to give. "That was splendid!" His voice sounded almost happy with her. She couldn't help it, she tried not to, but her mouth broke into a grin. "Have i been a good toy?" She asked, almost with childlike enthusiasm. "You are a wonderful toy, " he responded, giving her a kiss on the forehead. A soft sigh escaped her lips with the tenderness of that kiss. She felt much emotion in that simple act. And she would have enjoyed it for longer, had she not felt his hands around her ears, urging her to her knees.... Red's Ransom Ch. 03 Chapter 3: Installments His hand was forceful, yet not in a hurry. She wondered at this. She wondered how was going to react to a strange erection in her mouth after all this time. She was slowly guided through opening his jeans, and easing them down under hips slightly lifted hips. He held her head slowly and lightly above his skin, guiding her lips around to kiss his lower stomach and abdomen toward the thick tuft of pubic hair, her eyes closed. The soap was different, unknown to her. His scent was masked with a thick musk, enticing and alluring to be sure, but unknown to her before now. His belly was much like her husband's, flat, fit, and hard. His hair was much like his as well. The same soft lengthy feel to it. Almost like fur. Her thoughts betrayed her. Her eyes snapped open and saw before her a familiar sight. No woman can look on her man and not know him in an instant. As her mouth was eased down over his shaft, her eyes gazed up. She looked deep into those eyes. Eyes she thought she knew. These eyes were different. They shone with life. They looked into her's, pleadingly, longingly. and his grip became more forceful. Then he impaled her mouth on himself, shoving her deep onto his rigid shaft,until her nose was tickled with pubic hair. Oddly the strange scent was nice for her. The emotions of finding her husband fulfilling her wishes, and finding that he too had the same, swam in her head as the new sensation of being fucked hard in the mouth like a sex slave. The thick velvety gland swelling and thumping across the back of her tongue, forcing itself to bend at the back of her throat. Faster and harder he drove her down onto him, and she felt his manhood swell and harden. His testicles shifting and tightening in her fingertips. The tightening grip of his finger knotting in her hair to pull her harder onto him and hold her head tight against his exploding tool as he filled the back of her throat with thick pasty come. He came for a long time. He came a lot. This was not normal and her emotions began again to take control of her, tears left her eyes as she sputtered and gagged slightly on a throat more full of come than she had ever known before. She cleared her throat and swallowed slowly the thick sticky sweet juice he gave her. He's been eating more fruit she thought idly as she gazed once more into those eyes she thought she once knew. When they finally opened a few minutes after he finally stopped shaking from the earth shattering orgasm he just had, his eyes again looked different. They looked sated. They looked content. They also looked pleadingly , imploringly into her eyes. "Not yet, please?" His words were soft, wanting, hauntingly needy. As needy as her's she found the instant he said those words. Her eyes turned shiny as a smile broke her face from ear to ear. " Have i been a good toy? " She asked with an almost coquettish voice. " MMMMmmmmmmmm , you certainly have!" He replied as his hand softly cupped her cheek of her face as she gazed up at him impishly. " Good enough to ask for something? " Her eyes arched menacingly. He knew that look. It spoke volumes of trouble normally. But then, normally usually meant he had done something wrong. This time he thought sure he'd done something right. " Take me! " She almost begged. " Take me anyway you want to." He looked down gently into her eyes. Slowly he stood, her cheek still cupped in his hand, and his head cocked to one side to stay with her gaze. Lifting her with his hand she stood slowly with him as he guided her behind the couch. Stopping in the middle of it to gaze lovingly into her eyes. Then his eyes changed. They became darkly devilish. They almost looked like they had an evil intent. His grip on her slid back behind her head, stroking her hair out with his finger tips, to stop and entwine in the ends of her long fiery locks. Her hair went taut against her, and she was gently pulled away from him. His hand guiding her back to him as she turned to face the back of the couch. His hand pressed between her shoulder blades and pressed her over the back of the couch. As he stood, his hand removed something from down in the couch, a small makeup bag it looked like, but too opaque to see anything inside the bag. His thickening manhood, again on the rise, pressed between her thighs as it grew, dangling thickly, showing promise of what could be. His hips ground into her pelvis as the thick hair of his pubic mound ground hard against the swollen wet petals of her wanting flower. His rising manhood pressing up between her thighs as it grew, short thrusts tugging her flesh as he ground into her harder. The hair of his manhood pressing in light and ticklish across the wrinkled ticklish flesh of her backside, making her chuckle a bit. Her chuckle was interrupted by the sensation of a liquid being poured down the crack of her buttocks, and feeling it dribble and flow across her ass and over her swollen lips and along his manhood, between her thighs, and down along her legs. It felt thin, light, not oily but very slippery. His manhood began to slide easily through her thighs, pressing the muscular tissue apart as he thrust between them. His movements becoming more a bucking motion than a grind now, she felt the stroke lengthen into her, and the sensation along her sensitive inner thighs threatened to set her off, yet again. She found she now longed to have him in her. She reached under herself with finger tips, urging his gland against her sopping longing orifice. As his gland reached her longing opening, he pushed, hard! He sunk to the hilt in one hard eager fast thrust, and his come heavy balls slapped her clitoris. "YES!" She screamed. He slammed into her harder again, and again, and again. He drove into her like he wanted to hurt her, it was exquisite! His hips banging into her butt cheeks so hard that she was almost bruised. His testes slapping so hard against her it threatened to cripple him, but he hung on. Faster and faster he slammed into her, feeling her getting close. Her muscles began to clamp on him as she rose to a new height he'd never seen before. She bucked and thrust against him. Her fingertips grasped his testicles tightly tugging on them, trying to pull him faster and harder into her. She was so close! He chose that instant to insert his well lubricated toy. She felt something small, cool and jelly-like touch her where she longed to be touched, but never had, until last night. Her tight pucker pressed in with it, and at first she flinched, as the slender tip of the toy slid slow and steady into her tight pucker. The sensation she got from being so full, so thoroughly fucked was too much for her. She shoved back tugging hard on his bag, pushing herself deep onto him and the toy. Her convulsions began fast and steady, and only got faster. One followed another until she couldn't tell one from the next. She couldn't recall her knees giving out, nor hearing him reach climax. She wasn't even sure what her name was right now. She only knew that wave after wave of bliss drove through her from end to end, and that she didn't want it to stop. She couldn't even hear his contented whisper in her ear, "I love you, Darling." Red's Ransom Ch. 04 He awoke to the smell of fresh coffee. Beside him in the space his wife had been was a still warm spot and his mask he had worn to hide his identity. He chuckled to himself, thinking himself stupid for thinking he could hide that from her. The altered scent, the lighting, the mask All of them a weak attempt to rekindle a once passionate relationship. Work and time had taken their toll, and he did not want to lose her. Not ever. From the kitchen he heard coffee being poured and mixed. She entered the room from the kitchen with a tray of coffee in her hands. Under the tray he noticed a shine. The shine of the connecting chains on the handcuffs he'd bought for this. He looked again at the mask beside him, the chains on her wrists. He had given up on the idea of finishing this for her, having ruined the surprise early. Finally realizing inside himself, he looked into her eyes. He saw it there in her eyes then. That same pleading look of , " please, not yet? " was in her eyes now, as it was in his the night before. As she neared the bed, he reached for the mask, replacing it on his face and head. Coffee would be a trick, but one had to make allowances, really. As she re-entered the bedroom of the suite he had obviously rented for a weekend, she noticed that look in his eyes. That look that told her he had given up as of last night. No!, please! He couldn't do that! She dropped her eyes for a moment, then raised them again as his eyes raised to her's. She glanced down to the bed as he picked up the mask to put it back on. Her lips tingled, throbbing in fond recent memory of the previous day and night. Her nipples became aware of her every movement under the sheer bit of nothing she was able to find to wear. She felt completely used as a sex toy. Something she had always wanted, but feared to trust openly. She knelt before the bed, offering up the coffee cups for him to choose. He chose the one she had made for him, blended as he always liked it. "Join me on the bed toy. I would have you near me. Drink with me. " She sat down comfortably on the bed beside her husband to enjoy a hot fresh cup of coffee in bed. One of her favorite times of day. He always was a morning riser. A nice way to start the day with a smile she thought. It always was. Until now. "Stand up! " He shouted at her. His sharp voice and harsh tone made her jump so much she almost spilled her coffee. She placed it on the table and stood. He held his up as well, obviously for her to take and place aside with her's. She took it and did so. He climbed out of bed and stood beside her, gazing intently into her eyes. They seemed to smolder with something she hadn't seen in those eyes in years, until just this weekend. She felt the chain between her wrists tugged taut with a twist of the chain in a closed fist. He lifted her hands up high, turning her as he did, half a turn and slapped her hard on the buttocks. A whimper of shock and a titillating pang of good pain throbbed across her cheeks. He spun her back around easily and halted her still in front of him, again gazing intently into her eyes. That smolder was still there. "The toy will sit and spread herself for me. I would watch you while i take my cup." He climbed back into the bed and held out his hand for the coffee cup. That move was his downfall. That specific act was the seed of her plot to get back at him for this. She vowed vengeance upon him. She wasn't sure how, but she surely would. She offered him the cup like a good slave should, smiling deep within herself, she moved across the bed to spread her legs and loosen the slight cover she had on, baring herself to him. The lust in his eyes made her tingle. The thick member between his legs showed her how much he was enjoying this. "Play with it. Rub it gently along the outer edge of your lips, one fingertip per lip. Slowly. Tenderly. Ease it into the wanting. I want to watch your beautiful womanhood bloom." His voice was so deep. It was so erotic, she could feel the vibrations of his voice in her clit and she wanted to scream! Wanted to touch it. Longed to stroke it fully, deeply. She glanced at his face. He was calmly sipping his coffee while he told her what to do. This was so unlike him. So unlike anything she'd imagined from him. It made her throb inside, deep down. It was like being with a stranger. It had the newness of that first time. The anticipation. That longing to completely let go, but never having the trust base to allow it. Now though? This was different. She shuddered and quaked. She felt a warm flood of bliss between her legs and a thick sweet coating of sticky thick cum flow across her buttocks as it pooled on the bed covers. god, she hadn't even touched herself inside and she had cum. She longed for more. "Use a third finger. So the center finger slides inside you as you stroke. Yes, perfect. The next time you cum, I want you to spread yourself for me. I want to watch the succulent juices flow from you as you pulse and throb. Right now, slap you pussy for me! " She hesitated for a moment, but only a moment. Then she slapped her entire pussy. She tingled spanking herself. "Harder! HARDER!" She slapped till it stung. Her lips were swollen and tender. Sore already from the weekend's passions, they were tender and sensitive. "Three fingers, slap your clit! " She did so, and she came. Her body racked with electricity, she arched and came so hard she almost blacked out. The bed shook under her. The room spun around her and she wasn't sure when the feeling would stop. Her eyes focused. She was looking up, from between her knees. They were held back and up by an ankle brace, with manacles attached by hooks to the brace. She was spread wide and the small of her back had a small pillow under it, elevating her ass slightly off the bed. She could feel the thick coating of cum she had created all over her spread backside. She had been turned, her ass now poised over the edge of the bed. She shouldn't see over her flat belly, except to view her small clit standing erect and longing. Warm breath touched her already chilling buttocks. The coolness of the cum on her, and now, a hot breath. And then she felt lips. they were warm, tender loving lips. Lips that moved like a great kisser trying to impress on a first date. They were firm, yet gentle. Strong enough to press against a tautly spread tight pucker, and relax it. Longingly he kissed her, as he would her breast, or her neck. Tenderly kissing her ass as if he would her breast for foreplay. Then she felt again that tongue that had made her cum so hard previously. It probed and pressed. It circled around her tight ring caressing it to a softer state. Relaxing the tight tissue it ventured into her again, and she felt her whole body relax as one in an almost physical sigh of relief. He pressed fully into her with his tongue in one hard stab. And she came. His face moved faster into her again, fucking hard into her tight wanting ass. Oh god how she wanted this, but how to ask? How did he know about this in her? This need? And she came. Shuddering and shaking she bucked and thrashed, her muscles contracting uncontrollably. Until she felt something else touch her there. She felt the thick swollen gland of a thick shaft she knew all too well. In a place she'd wanted it for so long, but feared to ask. Hard and steady it pressed into her. She could feel the thick gland compress into her as it shoved slow and steady into her tight sphincter. She heard his animal sigh of relief as he entered her, his thick purple head sliding into her, until her tight ring snapped tightly around the helmet of his long thick member. She braced herself for the push, because the initial entry pinched and hurt like hell, but GOD! was it a good hurt. There was no push. Instead he tugged gently on her looped tightly around his thick gland. She could feel the gentle tug of her flesh there. The tug worked her entirely there, the flesh being pulled outward was a new sensation she hadn't felt before. It made her long for him to push deeper, so she could feel that more. Instead of a push, she felt his fingers enter her, and probe upward finding her g-spot easily. Thank god he knew this one all this time. And then her thoughts dissolved as his fingers stroked her spot in long firm strokes. She was already close to coming, and she exploded. Thrashing about the bed like a wild animal, legs flailing. She was so lost in thought and feeling that she couldn't hear the rattle of chain against metal leg brace. She couldn't hear the creak of the bed as they threatened to break it in their torrent of movement. All she could feel was his fingers inside her causing this explosion. That and the sensation of his thick cock shoving deep and tight up into her as she came again. His fingers worked inside her harder and harder. She couldn't count the orgasms now, but his fingers were too much. She reached down and suddenly they stopped. She didn't know why. She didn't care. All she could feel now was that thick piece of manhood reaming her tight virgin ass, and god it felt wonderful. The steady rhythm of his thick meat shoving deep and full inside her. So deep inside her. She was so lost in her depth of feeling and sensation that she couldn't even hear herself scream. A deep animal, primordial grunt. She couldn't hear herself, and she couldn't hear him either. He couldn't hear, or it didn't matter. the right now was all that mattered. And the right now was so urgent, so needed by them both. So needed in fact that when he came, so did she. Their animal passion leading to phone calls being made to question the well being of the occupants of cabin 16. Knocks on the door of the cabin by police to enquire about the above mentioned health. To mention nothing of the broken bed that was highly overcharged for what it was. None of that mattered. What mattered was them, right there and then. A first for them both. A shared experience of trust, and power, and the ability to trust that power. The love that comes with that. The feeling of safety and concern and love for another like that. That all came out of them at the same time. They came. They truly did. Together, united, unbridled, and sharing, they came physically, and emotionally, and mentally Not sure when. They looked into each other's eyes. Her legs had been released and they were entwined on the bed. "How did you know? " She finally asked. "My baby talks in her sleep. " was all he said, with a deep smile on his face that she knew went all the way in.