16 comments/ 45272 views/ 40 favorites A Marriage of Convenience Ch. 02 By: Ildana Thank you for your comments on the previous chapter! I am glad so many of you are looking forward to more. Special thanks to flaw600 of the volunteer editor program for the extra coat of polish. Happy reading, everyone! **** Sara was grumpy and afraid. It had taken her a long time to convince herself she was safe enough to sleep, and once she had finally slept, her dreams had been strange—vivid and frankly, erotic. She had been woken up far too early and was treated to a breakfast that had to be hand-fed to her by her Greek-god-handsome, asshole, pervert of a captor. She made no complaint though; her stomach felt as though it had been empty for days, and she was feeling a little shaky. Through it all, only "Blondie" spoke, and spoke mostly endearments and small talk while she ate silently, fuming on the inside. Fortunately, her headache was better. Unfortunately, the emptiness in her belly didn't seem to be placated by the food. She didn't think she would be bothering to satisfy that... even if she could. Though she was dying of impatience, Sara struggled to wait for a real opportunity to escape. When he finally unhooked her cuffs from the chain, she immediately bolted for the door. Quicker than she expected, Blondie rounded the bed and caught her. He shoved her up against the wall with just one hand. Sara snarled at him as he pinned her body with his own, holding her cuffs against the wall effortlessly with his left hand and--after her attempts to bite him--holding her by the chin with his right. He wasn't angry... and he wasn't struggling to hang onto her. Sara deflated a little bit when she realized he had no trouble holding her. He grinned at her when he knew she was giving up. "No biting. If you're going to play too rough, I'll have to gag that pretty little mouth." Sara's mouth went dry. "Don't hit me." "Wouldn't dream of it. I don't get off on causing pain, and there are far better ways to discipline bad behaviour. Personally? I enjoy spanking. Save your love bites for the sex, sweetheart." He thrust his pelvis against hers suggestively. Sara had a rather sudden mental picture of being spread over Blondie's lap like an errant child while he spanked her. Her breathing hitched. "Ugh, you are a pervert!" His smile said he wasn't fooled by her words; he had a grin as large as a Cheshire cat's. "Don't knock it till you try it." Sara yielded, forcing herself to relax. Unfortunately, her mind continued to wander down the gutter. Remembering the wet spot on his pants yesterday, she was aware of how the roughness of the denim rubbed up against her thighs, and how the smooth hardness of muscle layered with cotton pressed against her breasts when he inhaled. Oh, god. Thinking about the way he had touched her yesterday made her ache with desire even now. Her nipples tingled and stiffened as she remembered the way her breasts had just fit in his cupped palms. How wet she had gotten when he had pulled her tightly against his raging cock! His smile never faltered, and the part of her brain that was thinking south of the navel noticed that his easy, cat's-got-the-canary smile was hot. Definitely hot, and most definitely having an effect on her. She realized she was getting pretty wet again, and hoped he didn't notice. "Lovely Sara," he breathed, leaning his mouth closer to her ear. "Your eyes are dilating, sweetheart. You're thinking naughty thoughts, aren't you? I have to admit, I am too," he said, grinding the hard tent in his pants into her stomach. "I want to fuck you so badly that my balls feel like they're going to fall off. All I can imagine is how sweet it would be to slide my cock into that wet little pussy and fill you to the brim with my cum." Sara shivered and looked down at the floor, shocked at his language. She wondered if she looked half as dazed as she felt. "What's stopping you?" "I know how much better it'll be if I tease you into a frenzy first." He lifted her face, stroking her cheek with his thumb. A long, intense moment passed as he held her gaze, and then his eyes closed to half-mast and his face softened. Her heart did a curious little flutter. "Bath time," he said cheerfully. Sara didn't fight this time as he led her to the shower. Her mind was too busy chasing its tail like a dumb dog. Even when he unshackled her wrists, she waited numbly, still hearing his voice echoing in her head. All I can imagine is how sweet it would be to slide my cock into that wet little pussy and fill you to the brim with my cum. A trickle of wetness started down the inside of her thighs as her muscles contracted. It was all she could do to hold still, hiding her body's treachery. Sara bit her lip, trying not to cry. He either enjoyed having her strung up, or he didn't trust her compliance, because she found herself handcuffed with arms apart and secured to rungs hanging from the low-tiled shower ceiling. Her limbs and torso were extended enough that she felt uncomfortably exposed. Blondie stared at her body long enough for her to grow uncomfortable and suspicious about what he was thinking. With a sly wink and a grin, he stripped for her, revealing a body that was even more impressive without the distraction of sequins. The hours he must have spent in the gym and in front of a mirror were clearly worth every second. Under his commercially-faded jeans and Calvin Klein boxers, he was rock hard, and his dick jutted straight out from a nicely landscaped pubic patch. He dropped his clothes to the floor and stood with his hands cocked on his hips, inviting her to look all she wanted. By her best guess, Blondie passed for average in length, but his girth was intimidating. She stared, surprised to see that his cock pulsed as she watched, twitching with a life of its own. Her mind wandered. Would she feel that throbbing inside of her when he had it buried to the hilt? It might be interesting to find out. As she caught the flow of her thoughts, suddenly she was worried about him climbing naked into the shower with her. She tore her gaze from his crotch and locked eyes with him. He looked far too amused for her comfort. "Is this your first good look at a man's dangly bits?" He laughed at her, stepping into the shower. "Look all you want; it won't bite you. I'll let you play with it sometime, love, but not today. You still might get it into your head to try and twist it off, and I'm rather fond of it." The water spraying from the multiple heads was warm and felt wonderful. With her wrists shackled to the ceiling, however, Sara knew that any washing was, quite literally, out of her hands. The fear rose again; she stared at Blondie, who stared back at her. His face grew solemn, but somehow the candid, piercing gaze without that lazy smile made her feel more naked in front of him than ever. Deciding on a course of action, he let her stand under the running water while he washed himself first. Only briefly did he glance away from her eyes while he lathered his hair, and then his neck and shoulders, with an all-in-one wash. Sara stubbornly tried not to break eye contact, but finally was distracted by the path the foam was taking down his abs. She yanked her eyes back up to his again, and his lips quirked. "Do you like the way it looks?" he taunted, running his hands down his chest and sides. "Are you trying to imagine what it'll feel like when you wrap your lips around me and take me down your throat?" Another clenching spasm caused her thighs to press together. Sara flushed a dull red and tipped her face upwards, pretending to study her fingernails. "I'm cuffed face to face in a shower with you. Where do you expect me to look?" she huffed. He reached out and massaged her nipples with his sudsy hands while she wasn't looking, making her squeal. He gave her a self-satisfied grin at her shocked look. "Cheeky woman." Sara opened her mouth to protest, but that was as far as she got. His hands were running lower, following the faint trail of blonde fur on his belly before cupping his balls and sliding over his shaft. At first, he seemed to be taking a long time at washing himself, running his right hand up and down the length of his member over and over. Her face flushed again as she then realized that his stroking wasn't just for cleansing. "Are you finding this educational, love? You'd best pay attention. You'll need these important life skills." he said, his hand wrapped into a fist around his member, pumping it slow from the base all the way to the head and back down again and again. He was picking up speed. Flustered, Sara closed her eyes. She only wished that didn't make it easier to hear the wet shlick sound of his hand moving faster. "Always use your whole hand when jerking off a man, love. Firm grip. Use a lube if you have it, spit if not. If you have the other hand free, play with his ball sack, or his ass, if he likes it. The ball sack's a safer bet if you don't know a man's personal preferences." Blondie made a couple of low moans in his throat as he pumped faster. She shuddered at the sound of his moan, and how his breathing escalated into pants. Somehow just the sound of his ragged breathing set fire to her, sending a hard jolt of pleasure from her groin to her nipples. Sara couldn't seem to close her ears, and worse, couldn't seem to shut down the growing warmth of her response to the sound. She was so close to moaning herself. Sara finally dared crack her eyes and glanced at his face. His eyes were half-lidded, the green irises cloudy with pleasure. He was looking at her while he touched himself! Her burning arousal kicked up another notch amidst an icy-sweet upwelling of shame. He smiled when he noticed she was watching again, and with a small growl, he came while staring into her eyes. "Mmmm, Sara!" Stunned by the thought that he had been masturbating while looking at her body, Sara gaped again. She first watched pulses of white jet into the water at their feet, and then raked him with her gaze from feet to face. It took several seconds for him to finish, and it was oddly beautiful to behold. He rocked slightly with each pulse, his hips thrusting forward. His grip on his cock was so hard at the end that his knuckles showed white. She followed the wet flexing of his hip upward, where his bottom lip was caught between his teeth and his eyes-- God, his eyes... As she locked gazes with him while he was cumming, Sara lost her train of thought. Blondie let out a purr of satisfaction when he was done. "Never watch a man come before?" "No." The word came out a whisper. "Well, now you have," he said simply, rinsing himself clean. He slanted a gaze at her. "Sorry you couldn't do the honours yourself?" Sara closed her eyes again, feeling her face heat with embarrassment that he seemed to see some twisted part of her with such clarity. It made her feel depraved and broken, that when he looked at her, this naked, wanton flesh was what he saw. Not her mind. Not her heart. She was so conflicted; never had she dreamed it was possible to be so horny, ashamed and pissed off at the same time. "You're angry at me," he noted, leaning against the shower wall. "I've opened your Pandora's Box and seen inside, and you don't like what I've seen." "You were playing with yourself while you looked at me!" He chuckled. "I used you for wanking material, lovey. You're a beautiful woman, and you'll have to get used to the idea of being an object of lust. I could hardly go about tending you properly with a raging hard-on, and I'm going to make no apologies to you just because you enjoyed the show." "If you say so," she muttered, furious. He laughed, stepping into her personal space. "I say so. In less than a week, you'll admit to it, too." Too close. He was too close to her. She caught her breath as she looked up at him, realizing that his face was only inches from her own, close enough that he could lean in for a kiss... She quickly averted her eyes and leaned away, trapped and unable to put more space between her body and his. His arms encircled her; his hands touched her back. She jumped, but he moved in even closer, the wet skin of his chest sliding against her breasts as he began to rub soap up and down the length of her back with a surprisingly impersonal touch. "You kidnap me, grope me, and somehow you think you know me better than I know myself," she said flatly, still looking down. "Yes." Slow, slow. His touch became more of a caress. Sara held herself stiffly in outrage as his fingers kneaded into the back of her neck and trailed down her spine, fearing what would come next. His hands slid over the swell of her buttocks, digging into the flesh and separating them with his fingers, massaging her anus with their soapy tips, causing her to shudder violently in response. He released her as he slid behind her. Sara quivered. "I don't believe you." "Liar," he whispered into her ear, sliding both palms over and up her stomach to cup her breasts in his hands. He pinched her nipples hard between his fingers. Sara's knees buckled as she cried out, wrenching her shoulders. The metal of the cuffs bit sharply into her wrists as she wobbled, off balance. Wrapping his left arm around her waist to support her, Blondie dropped his soap-slicked right hand to her crotch while she was still trying to gain her feet, passing over her slit. It was like being struck by lightning... the sensations were too intense. She convulsed, hanging in his grip. How could her body betray her this way? Sara whimpered, struggling to pull free of him. "You know what they say, love. We learn something new every day." Two fingers pushed deeper, spreading her pussy lips, sliding wetly over either side of her clitoris, squeezing it between them. The tip of his index finger came to rest poised at the entrance of her vagina. She inhaled so sharply that for a moment she saw stars. "No, please," Sara whispered, holding perfectly still. "Please don't. God, please—no." "I love it when you beg," he growled into her wet hair, squeezing her core between his fingers again. "More." Sara gasped for air, cowering, "Please!" she moaned. "Please... please..." She could feel his fierce grin as he crushed her to him, "Mmm, that sounds an awful lot like yes please." He cupped her mound harder with his hand, lifting her slightly. "No! No, no, no, no... please... no..." her voice trailed off into silence as she shook. His arms held her hard, giving her no hope of escape. "It won't hurt you, sweetheart," he said, sliding the finger deep inside. She shrieked, bucking in his arms again as he held her impaled on his finger. The sensation was almost too confusing to understand. Tight... hard... invasive... Good. Oh my god, so good, she thought, ashamed. "Hush." Blondie pulled away, setting her back on her feet. "Do you see?" Sara was shaking and feeling dazed. She was sure she wavered, judging by how the cuffs pulled at her wrists, first left, then right. "...What?" "Never mind, lovey," he said, his tone amused. His hands moved upward into her hair, massaging the body wash into her scalp. "Why are you doing this to me?" He smiled, nipping at her ear. "Human resources, remember?" It took a while for her brain to process what he was saying. "Management and training of... personnel?" she whispered, unsure whether to laugh or cry. "Yes," he said simply, stroking his fingers down her neck and chest. They hesitated over her pulse, no doubt picking up on her racing heart. Behind her, she felt his stance change, and the tension between their bodies eased. "Relax, love. Nobody here is going to hurt you. All of this... it's just fun and games." He's like a cat playing with his prey, she thought. Blondie was all merciless torment and unpredictable change, wily, patient and sly. The sexual energy left her in a rush, leaving her feeling deflated and washed out. Sara nodded dumbly, preoccupied with the strangest feeling of disappointment. "Close your eyes," he advised, as he rinsed the body wash away. She did, and kept them closed, wondering what she was going to do. Blondie turned off the water and reached for the towels, wrapping one around his waist before drying her off. He wrung out her hair, and mopped at her shoulders, working his way down. "This seems like some sort of game to you," she said, trying to pump him for more while he felt like being serious. "If it was just about the sex, you would have done what any other guy would have and just raped me." "A very enjoyable game, lovey, but you're right, there is more to it." He knelt before her and ran the towel down between her legs, rubbing gently. "I know. You've been pretty vague about it. But... why the sexual torture?" She asked, softly, biting her lip at the friction from the cloth. He laughed and pressed a kiss to the top of her mound. "Torture! You have a lot to learn about the art of pleasure, sweetheart, and a lot to learn about hungering for it." "And you're my teacher?" "Yes," he said simply. She raised her eyebrows. "Who thought I needed teaching?" He became serious, again. "I work for your fiancé." She gaped. "Hired you to do what? Are you framing me for having an affair?" Sara was thinking about the pre-nup she was asked to sign. It was pretty standard stuff, the parts that she glossed over, which meant infidelity was probably listed on it somewhere. "No." "He did. He hired you." It wasn't a question. "You have to be kidding me!" "No, I'm not kidding," he said, standing up in front of her, folding his arms over his chest as he looked down at her like some sort of forbidding god. Sara was so stunned by his reply that she laughed. Then, she got angry. If her hands had been free, Sara would have shoved him away. "You're fucking crazy, you know that? You actually expect me to believe--? No. You don't know my fiancé." "Love, I think you don't know your fiancé, Johann Dietrich, as well as you think you do." His face was severe, as if he disapproved of her ignorance. Sara's brows drew together even as an icy chill raced down her spine at his use of Johann's name. "Okay, so you can use Google and found his name. I don't know why you'd think I'd believe that he's a part of this... this... sex while chained up in a dungeon... bullshit!" He cocked one eyebrow. "Does it look like it matters to me what you believe? You're stuck with me. And it's my job to make sure you get one hell of a sex education. Mr. Dietrich has no use for virgins and inexperienced women." Horrified at the thought that her fiancé thought her so gauche that he wouldn't be her first, she spluttered, "How do you know I wasn't lying about being a virgin?" Blondie shot her an amused look. Sara groaned, flushing so dark she could feel the veins in her head pulse. Of course he knew. He had been at that bachelorette party. Who knew how much her girlfriends had been willing to share? Not to mention he had been finger-fucking her not even five minutes ago! Sara wanted to die of humiliation. "So you're going to play with me a bit, pop my cherry, and pass me back to Johann? That's the plan?" she asked bitterly. He laughed, apparently taking pity on her, and began to tousle her hair dry. "In broad strokes, love. Really broad ones." "Why?" "Because this is the way Mr. Dietrich wants it," he smiled at her. "And the kidnapping and the whips and chains?" "It gets the job done." "And Johann knows that you do this." She waved her hands in circles in the cuffs, trying to indicate the whole very-fucked-up environment that now made up her world. "Lovey, you're just being obtuse, now. Use your head. Do you really think your fiancé would hand you over to me just to consummate your marriage? Johann Dietrich isn't a man of ordinary passions, ambitions and hobbies. He plays life like a game of chess. Other people are just life-like pawn pieces in his game, and, like the best, he's always thinking 10 moves ahead. Don't ever make the mistake of forgetting that." A Marriage of Convenience Ch. 02 A pawn in his game? Is he serious? She could just scream. "And you're such a good little pawn, what he asks, you do?" Sara asked sarcastically. She wanted to hurt someone. Blondie was handy, and guilty enough that her conscience didn't twitch. Not one bit. But he wasn't bothered. "Of course," he said, his smile growing wider as he tossed the towel over his shoulder. "I like my job. It pays well and the fringe benefits are fabulous." Sara bared her teeth at him. "I don't see any proof that you really are acting on his orders." "Like I said, it doesn't really matter to me what you believe." She snorted in disgust. "Why me?" "The question you really should be asking is: why did you agree to marry him?" That took the wind out of her sails. Johann was a charming psychopath. He was twenty years older than she was, and travelled in circles that only barely crossed her own. He was forceful but charismatic, and hadn't needed to use much more than a hint of either to get her to capitulate to a relationship that was all about appearances. Strangers looking in from the outside always drew the wrong conclusions. "I did it for the money, obviously." This was a lie, but it was usually easier than trying to explain the truth. "Oh, no doubt." Blondie laughed, pushing her down to the bed. That sly, playful look began to creep back into his expression. Sara didn't want to play anymore. As he crouched over her on his hands and knees, she sank a little more into herself feeling... lost somehow. Since it seemed to be a time of revelation, Sara felt compelled to share a little truth of her own. "I don't know. It seemed to make sense at the time." That caused him to hesitate. "Fair enough, love," Blondie said softly as he stroked her hair. "I'm glad you're taking this well." She barked a laugh that was frighteningly close to a sob. "What else can I do? I cope, or I go crazy." "True enough." He straightened up, releasing her. He stood at the edge of the bed, rubbing his jaw, one hand cocked on his hip as he loomed over her. Sara realized that her hands weren't bound, and he wasn't holding her. She looked up at him. He was still gloriously naked and half erect. He smiled lazily, as if aware of her train of thought. "Do you want to run? I like to chase." Sara pulled her knees together and covered her breasts. Blondie looked disappointed. "Mmm, too bad." She huffed, exasperated. "Sorry! It's kind of hard to feel sexy for a stranger with a kidnapping fetish when you find out that your groom thinks you're a celibate freak who needs more sexual training." "Celibate freak? No. Well, yes, but no," he laughed. He dropped to his knees on the bed, straddling her. Alarmed, Sara slid backwards, but he followed, his smile edged with excitement at her resistance. When she came to a stop near the headboard, he leaned over her, trapping her face down with his hands and knees. Sara trembled, her breathing accelerating. "You wanted to know 'why you.' This is the reason why, Sara." He pressed his hips against hers. He was hot and thick again, pressed against her buttocks. Sara shuddered. "It feels good, doesn't it?" he said, flexing his loins against her ass. No point in trying to deny it. "Yes." "Have you ever read any hentai?" "No." "The Japanese, they love deflowering virgins in the strangest ways. Blackmail by strangers. Tentacles. Machines. If they can put a cock on it, they'll use it on some girl. The girl will always be like, 'No, please!' but no matter what her mouth says, her pussy is dripping, and she will let herself be fucked. You're like a little hentai girl. You get an intense sexual high from losing all illusion of control." He reached around her to fondle her breasts again, that velvet steel twitching tantalizingly close to her slit. Sara couldn't seem to stop shaking. She was both terrified and extremely turned on by his revelation—and so confused. Was this why her mind was shouting no, but her body was screaming, more! "I don't understand," Sara whispered, feeling as if she was going crazy. He smiled, nuzzling her ear. "Mr. Dietrich knows how easily both sex and money grease the wheels of the world, and he has many... business associates with varied tastes to keep happy." He took the lobe of her ear between his teeth, biting down gently. His breathing was faster too, the exhales through his nose tickling, sending chills down her side. Sara moaned softly, closing her eyes. She felt his cock twitch hard against her ass in response. "Mmm. Love, you're going to be glorious. I can just imagine how lovely you'll look on his arm while he's entertaining, just before he sends you under the table in a pretty gown and high heels to distract his business rivals with those lips of yours." Sara gasped out a sound of denial, but a surge of wetness between her legs called her bluff. He smiled that predatory smile again against her cheek which set off that delicious ache deep in her belly. "It's dangerous to be made the way you are, love. So dangerous," Blondie said in her ear. "Your fiancé is probably saving your life." He slid his hand lower, cupping her mound in his hand. Sara shuddered again, tears leaking out of the corners of her eyes. She blinked furiously to stem the tide. "Please don't do this." Please don't stop. "Mmm. I can't blame him for seizing the opportunity to secure you, compassionate act or no. You're an untapped well of cum. That wildcat between your legs wants a sex life less ordinary. You want someone to take control. Over your body. Over you. No matter what comes out of your mouth. You've never known what you were looking for, all this time, did you sweetheart? Those fumbling teenaged boys who tried to kiss and touch you in high school weren't stellar examples of take-charge young men, were they? That's why you never got interested." He flipped her over, smiling at her tenderly as he rubbed his thumb over the teardrop on her cheek. "Just imagine how much trouble you could have gotten yourself into if you did. You would have fallen prey to anonymous strangers who wouldn't have given a damn about your best interests. Look at me. Not once in all of this time have you bothered to ask me my name, love." Sara was immediately ashamed, mostly because she could no longer deny that his anonymity did add greatly to the spark she felt for him, however unwilling. God, she thought, I am so messed up. He pressed his weight down on her, running his tongue over the salty streak. "Don't cry, love. There's no shame in being a beautiful little hentai girl. Even if you still haven't asked me my name" he grinned. He slid one hand down between them, lightly running a finger over the top of her pussy lips and sucked his finger. "Mmm, you're so wet" he said, as he gripped both of her wrists and pressed them into the mattress over her head, "and you feel so good. I like having you under me." Sara moaned desperately. She couldn't believe where she was at in her own mind. He could push his cock into her right now, and she wouldn't complain... She might actually cheer him on instead. She was actually playing into this madness? Blondie responded to her trying to pull her hands away by hardening his grip. He wasn't going to let her go. She was along for the ride, like it or not. And he was right... she liked it. Oh god she liked it. She whimpered, squirming beneath him, pulse accelerating as she accepted that she no control over what would come next. Was it going to happen now? "Your eyes are dilating again, love," he murmured in her ear, sucking on the lobe. "A penny for those naughty thoughts?" She flushed and lied. "I don't know enough to have any." He smiled again. "I almost think you're starting to look forward to it. Are you?" He slid one knee between her legs. Yes. She tried to close them. The knee pushed higher. "What are you thinking about, love?" he teased. You planting your flag in me. Sara scrambled for another answer, and thought about her fiancé and what was supposed to have been a marriage of convenience. "I'm one of many women?" One hand dropped between them to brush lightly over her pubic hair. "Are you disappointed?" She shivered. Should she be? Another man was going to fuck her at her fiancé's request, so it wasn't exactly like she was being slighted here. Heat flushed upwards from the quivering pit of her belly across her chest at the thought of Johann giving her to this man to penetrate and cum inside. He was paying him to do it, even, like she was just a thing to be serviced! "No. I don't know." He slid one finger inside of her again, making her moan again. His face was smug. "You'll be kept happy enough. Damn, woman. You are tight." He pumped the finger in and out of her pussy slowly. She was so wet that even she could hear it. Sara moaned, shuddering. "Are we—are you...?" He laughed again. "Going to have sex? So soon after you made me take care of myself in the shower?" "Too soon?" She asked tartly. "Mmm. Not too soon to teach you a thing or two. I'm going to get the cuffs." He lifted himself off her and headed to the bathroom. When he was gone, Sara ran for the door again. The door swung open when she turned the knob this time. She slammed the door and took off, but Blondie was already in pursuit and hard on her heels. Sara turned a corner in the next room and ran up a flight of stairs, but the stairs slowed her; Blondie took them three at a time and grabbed her ankle, tripping her neatly at the top. He dragged her onto the landing and sat on her lower back while she kicked and screamed. "Caught you, love," Blondie smiled, wrestling her into submission while he shackled her hands with the leather cuffs. "She's a flighty one, Lukas. Better bind her feet too," a laughing female voice called from the next room. "Here." Blondie—Lukas—was holding her head down, so she couldn't see. A pair of heels stepped into view. Black, high, and stylishly peep-toed. The nails were immaculately manicured. "Thank you, Anya." The woman named Anya knelt awkwardly down at Sara's head, holding her while Lukas wove a gauzy black scarf around her ankles and knotted it. She was a lovely shade of brunette, wearing a tight black dress with low cleavage—and no underwear. Sara stared at the clean-shaven pubis in her line of sight. The woman's musk filled her nose like some sort of heady perfume. Anya smoldered invitingly at Sara when Sara finally met her eyes, not disconcerted at all by their nudity—or her own. "It's nice to meet you, Sara. I can't wait till Lukas lets us get... formally acquainted." Her smile was dazzling. Sara gave her a dazed look as Lukas hefted her up and unceremoniously into a fireman's carry. Anya blew her an air kiss with her glossed, pouty lips. She hung upside-down over his shoulder as Lukas carried her down the stairs and back into her padded cell. His shoulder dug into her gut, making her groan. He slapped her ass lightly. "Short leash for you now, sweetheart," Lukas said, adjusting the length of the chain. It was just long enough now for her to move around on the bed but no further. He tossed her onto the bed and tethered her cuffs to the end of the chain.. Sara struggled upright and away from him, fearful. "I'm sorry." Lukas wasn't mad. "I told you: I like to chase," he flashed his white teeth at her. "Still, there's the matter of discipline to be dealt with..." He yanked her closer by the chain, pulling her over his lap. With a squeak of surprise, Sara found herself face down. The chain pulled her arms upwards, but Lukas spread his left hand over her shoulders, keeping her pinned down. Her ankles being tied, she could get no leverage and was stuck, helpless. Sara went very still as Lukas rubbed the palm of his hand over her buttocks. She could feel the cotton weave of the bedspread beneath her nipples, and the heat of his thighs beneath her. Everything seemed brighter and more intense—almost surreal. Lightly, he began to deliver a series of slaps. It barely stung at first, but as he continued, her cheeks began to burn. Sara squirmed, but she couldn't move enough to avoid the blows. "Were you being bratty, love?" he asked, alternating between cheeks. "Did you like the idea of being spanked so much that you decided to earn one?" Just when she was about to beg for mercy, he caressed the inflamed spots. His fingers played with her pussy lips, rubbing suggestively near her clit, but not near enough to do more than make her burn in a different way. Then he began the spanking again. "It's just fun to add a touch of spice now and again, but there's always a price to pay for breaking the rules, so you have to decide first if you're willing to pay," Lukas told her, sounding amused as he began to massage her cheeks again. "Make sure you keep that in mind." Lukas got up and dressed himself, retracting more of her chain in the process. Sara found herself pulled up till she was standing on her knees. She watched apprehensively as he unlocked and slid back the wall panel, hardly believing her eyes. An entertainment unit with a huge flat panel TV and shelves of DVDs took up a generous portion of the space behind the panel, but the rest of it seemed to be devoted to storing all manner of depravity: sex toys, lubes and lotions, and bondage gear, leather and lingerie. He rooted around until he found what he was looking for and stood in front of Sara with a short metal bar with two loops. He smiled. "This is one of my favourites. It's a spreader bar, and it works... like... so..." he said, securing it between her knees so that they were propped open wide. He slid his hand up her inner thigh, cupping her pussy. "Very nice, don't you think?" Sara wriggled, trying to conquer the fear spiking through her at being so exposed. She was terrified that he might make her cum all over his hand. "No." "I don't think you're appreciating how much fun this can be. For example..." his voice trailed off as he having retrieved a massive 12" black rubber cock from the cabinet, showing it to her. Sara felt the blood drain from her face. "No," she said again. "No?" he asked, sliding the tip of it between her pussy lips. Sara arched reflexively, despite her terror. "I suppose this one would be a little advanced. Be a dear and clean it off." He pressed the tip of it to her mouth. When she refused to open her mouth, he stuck his hand between her legs and fingered her core until she gasped. He shoved the head of it in between her teeth, still rubbing her clit in small circles. Sara moaned helplessly in the back of her throat as Lukas slid it into her mouth, gently pumping it in and out, but not so deeply that she gagged. His fingers continued their slow caress. She felt herself grow wetter in response as she stared helplessly at him, her lips stretched around the black dildo, her eyes begging him to take it out. "Do you taste yourself, sweetheart? Like citrus and honey. Damn, woman, those lips are wasted on this thing." He pulled the dong out of her mouth and sucked his fingers thoughtfully, watching her. "I can't wait to let you lick yourself off my cock instead." Her breath racing, Sara said nothing. Lukas smiled. "You're so patiently waiting for whatever I decide to do next. Well, I've got just the thing for my naughty little hentai girl. Let's watch your first hentai, so you can see exactly what I mean." After rummaging in the DVD collection, he popped a disc in the tray. Lukas knelt on the bed behind Sara as the anime started up, wrapping his arms around her waist and watching over her shoulder. It was in Japanese and she couldn't make out what they were saying, but clearly the dialogue was only cursory. In short order, a dark-haired young woman riding a crowded subway car in an even shorter skirt was being groped from behind. The woman gasped out a few short protests as the hand slid into the ass of her panties and penetrated her deeply. "No, stop, please," Lukas imitated the woman's falsetto in Sara's ear as he slid his own hand over her ass. He grinned at Sara's yelp, tilting her her chin back towards the screen as the woman got off the subway and was trapped in an empty washroom by her attacker. Before long, she was on her knees, sucking on the man's huge, thickly-veined penis. A wet slurping accompanied the bobbing of the her head and the man's grunts as he held her by the shoulders. The view of the woman reversed, showing an up-skirt of her soaked panties and cum-streaked thighs.. Sara watched in an almost horrified fascination as the man eventually came all over the girl's face and then pushed her backwards. The girl made a few cursory exclamations and gasps as the screen was filled with an extreme closeup of him between her legs, sinking his shaft deep. The sound of flesh meeting flesh pouring out of the speakers as he pounded into her, white cum coating him and leaking everywhere. Sara whimpered, overstimulated. She could feel the blood rushing to her crotch, her clitoris throbbing like it had a heartbeat of its own. Lukas made a small sound of pleasure, startling Sara as sat on his knees in front of her, kneading her breasts in time with the man's grunting thrusts. Wetness began to ooze down her own thighs as Lukas pinched and rolled her nipples, milking them. And then, he closed his mouth over her right nipple. Sara cried out, shuddering, as his tongue swirled over and around it, suckling. It felt so good that she missed the moment when the man on screen flipped the girl over and impaled her from behind. She felt hot, dizzy, and like her head might explode. Sara's need was so hot and agonizing that she almost wept in relief when Lukas slid a finger deep inside her, though it wasn't enough. Not nearly enough. Her near-suspension kept her from moving purposely enough against his hand to satisfy that great, burning itch. The sounds of penetration and moaning in the animated porn tantalized her with the promise of greater pleasure, and Sara felt desperately needy. Then, even the little that she had was taken away. Lukas withdrew his finger, a smile lurking around the corners of his mouth. "No!" Sara moaned in frustration, yanking at her shackles. He winked at her, and bent down, brushing his nose against her pubic hair. "Mmm, hot pussy. You smell good, love." Sara moaned again, shivering, her back arching in her need for more. Lukas unreeled some of her chain, and pushed her backwards on the bed. He knelt over her, his cock pulsing, taking it into his fist. "Do you want me, love?" he asked in a low, husky voice as he rubbed his shaft. A drip of pre-come beaded and fell between her breasts. "Do you want me to slide my cock inside of you and fuck you like the little hentai girl?" Watching him masturbate was so goddamn hot. If Sara's mouth wasn't so dry, she might have said yes. The desire was so intense, she agonized, caught between need and logic. This man kidnapped her! She knew almost nothing about him, except his name and that he worked for Johann. Yet... her body didn't care. She needed him inside of her almost as bad as she needed air to breathe. Lukas smiled at her indecision, and began to secure her to the bed, spread-eagled. "Just to keep you from doing anything you shouldn't be," he explained. "Goodnight, sweetheart," he whispered, giving her a chaste kiss on one cheek, withdrawing. No! thought Sara desperately, but her mouth remained paralyzed with shock that he was leaving. No, no, NO! Don't leave me like this! THE DOOR SHUT BEHIND HIM, AND THE LIGHT TURNED OFF, BUT THE ANIMATED PORN CONTINUED PLAYING. SARA WATCHED THE SAME GIRL LIP-LOCKED WITH A BLONDE WOMAN WHO HAD WALKED IN ON THEM IN THE WASHROOM, WHO LATER ENDED UP FUCKING HER WITH A LARGE BLUE STRAP-ON. SARA SHUDDERED, ARCHING HELPLESSLY. A Marriage of Convenience Ch. 02 THE BRUNETTE GIRL CAME OVER AND OVER AGAIN, UNTIL FINALLY THE MAN REJOINED THEM. HE PULLED THE BRUNETTE ON TOP OF HIM, IMPALING HER WITH A SWIFT THRUST OF THAT AMAZINGLY-DETAILED VEINY COCK. AFTER HE PUMPED IN AND OUT OF HER PUSSY A FEW TIMES, THE BLONDE POISED THE BLUE DILDO AT THE BUD OF THE BRUNETTE'S ASS. JUDGING BY THE ALARMED LOOK AND THE HIGH-PITCHED VOICE, SARA IMAGINED THAT THE BRUNETTE WAS BEGGING HER NOT TO, BUT THE BLONDE PUSHED INTO HER ANYWAY. THERE WAS A LONG, JIGGLING SHOT OF THE POOR BRUNETTE, BEING DOUBLE PENETRATED BEFORE SHOWING HER BREASTS SQUASHED AGAINST THE MAN'S CHEST, A LOOK OF STUNNED, DROOLING PLEASURE ON HER FACE. SARA FINALLY CLOSED HER EYES. THE MOANING AND PANTING OF ALL THREE CHARACTERS WAS LOUD AND ESCALATING, ALMOST BEING DROWNED OUT BY THE WET, MESSY SOUNDS OF THE SEX. SHE THOUGHT THAT SHE MIGHT DIE IF SHE DIDN'T GET SOME RELIEF FROM THE HEAVY PULSING BETWEEN HER LEGS, BUT HER LEGS WERE STILL PARTED BY THE SPREADER BAR, AND HER HANDS WERE BOUND. SARA WRITHED, FRUSTRATED, TRYING UNSUCCESSFULLY TO GENERATE ENOUGH FRICTION TO TIP HER OVER THE EDGE OF ORGASM. IT WAS A LONG TIME BEFORE THE MOVIE ENDED. IT WAS EVEN LONGER BEFORE SARA'S INTENSE STATE OF AROUSAL SUBSIDED ENOUGH FOR HER TO FALL ASLEEP.