6 comments/ 45190 views/ 18 favorites Her Fears Became Reality Ch. 01 By: mad4raves For weeks, she woke up with a knot in her stomach. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. She'd cautiously catch the bus to work every day, looking over her shoulder after every few steps, wondering if her suspicions were accurate. Weeks passed but nothing happened. Each new day she would tell herself how silly she was being, but the knot in her stomach grew along with her fears. She worked a slow paced job as a secretary in a large law firm located in downtown Los Angeles. It paid fair and was easy enough. All that was required of her was to show up every day wearing decent attire so she could welcome clients as they entered the firm while making a lasting impression of class and high profession. She always wore her hair naturally, allowing the auburn ringlets to cascade past her shoulders as she worked. Paperwork as simple as she was given did not require her to focus much of her energy or break a sweat. Her main requirement was to be the face of the company, a beacon of light for the low lives and criminals of the city that needed legal advice. Needless to say, she did her job well. One morning, a sharp pain in her side caused her to wake. It was a Wednesday, and she wasn't supposed to be waking up for work for another half hour. It felt as if she had been kicked in the side at full force. Startled and annoyed by the loss of sleep, she rose to her feet, hoping a shower would help the ache subside. Upon entering the bathroom, she checked her stomach and side for any bites or marks that could lead to such a sharp pain, but found nothing. 'That's odd...' she thought to herself as she lowered her robe and turned the knobs on her shower. The walls instantly began to drip as the steam from the hot water clouded the room. Although it was early, it always felt nice to take a long, hot shower before a day at work. The ache in her side began to lessen as she stepped into the shower. The hot water caressed the curves of her body, trickling past her plump breasts and through her hot sex. She applied conditioner to her hair and let it sit as she prepared a sponge to wash herself with. 'Today is the day' she thought to herself. 'Today is the day I can't let this feeling bother me anymore. This pain in my gut has been ruining each morning for me for months now. It's not going to bother me anymore.'. She sighed as she gently rubbed the sponge along her stomach, feeling the softness of her own skin counter the rough surface of the sponge. She lightly washed her long arms and legs, moving to her neatly shaved pussy. She passed every fold of her tight lips, sliding a finger across her clit for a little boost in pleasure. 'Not until later,' she told herself, smiling as she withdrew her fingers so she could finish scrubbing her back, breast and ass. Once the conditioner was rinsed from her hair, she turned the shower off and lightly stepped into the cloud of steam that occupied the bathroom. She ran through her daily routine of drying her hair and applying a small amount of foundation and eye shadow to her small face, topping it off by adding bright red lipstick to her plump lips. The outfit she had picked out for the day was especially cute, cuter than anything she wore in the previous week. Instead of wearing a suit jacket and black skirt like most days, she chose to wear a mid-knee, tight, high-waisted tweed skirt with military style buttons to show off her rump as much as possible and a fitted, black, bubble sleeved blouse with a bow up by the collar to act as a sort of choker to her soft, milky neck. 'This will surely catch some attention!' She smiled, picking out the sexiest lingerie she had in her dresser; a matching black lace demi bra and thong. She looked at her bedside clock as she strapped on her favorite pair of red stilettos. She enjoyed the touch of color the shoes would bring, along with many of her coworkers. She was a favorite in the office. She had the appeal of a woman straight out of the fifties. Her clothes were retro, and she never spoke out of turn to the dominantly male office. Best of all, she was sexy. She always showed off her ass and breasts in the clothes she wore, just happening to drop something every time a male who was high up in the firm would walk by. Unlike many office vixens, she was nice. Even her female coworkers loved her. Every time she entered the office, she seemed to cheer up even the foulest clients. She grabbed her bright red purse, ready to depart for the bus stop, only then realizing that she had a half hour head start due to the sudden pain that woke her up. It seemed a shame to sit around the house after she spent so much time getting ready, so she decided to take advantage of the extra time and walk to work. She also lived downtown, so the walk wouldn't take too much extra time. Besides, it was an excuse to stop at the Starbucks along the way and treat herself. Although it was still dark at that time of morning, she was feeling adventurous in her outfit and decided to take the risks of walking downtown. The morning was perfect for walking. She could see the sun peeking up over the horizon, casting a dark blue light that made her surroundings only a bit more visible. The air was crisp, but not quite cold enough for a coat. Her heels clicked on the pavement as she walked past various alleys and stores that weren't open yet. 'I guess it is pretty early' she thought. 'I hope I can still get my coffee.'. After about 10 minutes, she started to feel the knot prodding at her stomach again, this time a little worse than the previous times. She approached an alley with a hobo at the entrance, begging for some spare change. Feeling generous, she stopped to rummage in her purse for some coins. As she felt around her bag, she suddenly felt something around her stomach, but this time, it wasn't just a feeling. A man waiting in the alley behind the hobo grabbed her around the waist and yanked her into the dark alley, muffling her by placing a large gloved hand over her lips. "Don't say a word babydoll," He whispered, tracing his lips across her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. "Now I'm going to remove my hand. The moment you open that pretty mouth of yours is the moment my knife goes into your side, got it?" She shivered and nodded against his strong grip. He removed his hand from her mouth and turned her around to face her captor. Although he wore a mask that covered all but his eyes and mouth, it was obvious that he was a little taken aback by the sight of her. "P-Please sir... I just want to get to work on time," She whispered as if she was about to cry. "Uh- you shut up!" And with that, he pushed her against the alley wall and hit her head against the bricks. He looked down as her small body crumpled to the ground. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt, looking down this beautiful helpless woman. However, no matter how guilty he felt, it wouldn't stop the excitement of having such a prize to himself. "Fuck you prick she was about to give me money!" The man turned around and saw the hobo shaking his fist at him. "Oh shut up will you?" The man bent over the woman and grabbed her purse, retrieving her wallet and handing the hobo all the bills that were inside. "Here you are. Go get some fucking booze lowlife." The hobo greedily took the bills, eying the woman that lay at the man's feet. "You uh, wouldn't mind me having a go at her would you?" The hobo asked, stepping towards the man's prize, squeezing the air in front of him in desperation. Without warning, the man grabbed the hobo by the neck and thrust him against the alley wall. "You think you're good enough for her, huh?" The man began to squeeze the hobo's neck, watching as his filthy, bearded face twisted and gasped for breath. "hckkkk-cuhh-n-n-no-," the hobo sputtered. The man spit into the hobos eyes and dropped him, kicking his sides and face before returning to the woman. "That's what I fucking thought." The man spoke. As the hobo quietly crawled away, the man picked up the unconscious woman, his prize. Her hair flowed down his back as he threw her over his shoulder. He grabbed her purse and picked up the contents that had fallen out during their struggle, including her cell phone, a compact, and an invitation to a company party. He flipped open the invitation, finding exactly what he was looking for. "Looks like we'll be having quite the time together, Allison." Her Fears Became Reality Ch. 02 She awoke to the sound of heavy metal and a roaring engine. When she tried to open her eyes, something tight kept them shut. They had been covered by a rough cloth, what seemed to be an old handkerchief. She tried to open her mouth to scream but soon realized a wad of fabric was stuffed in her mouth, covered with duct tape to keep it in place. She soon realized that her wrists and ankles were also bound, her body carelessly thrown into the back of what seemed to be a van. Panic started to overcome her body. She screamed and screamed but no sound other than a muffled "mmph" came through. She began to shake with fear, knowing that the place she was going would be her last. The man driving the van heard that she had woken up, just as he was pulling into the driveway of his hideout. "Ahh perfect timing little lady! We've been driving for hours, I thought I'd killed ya!" He exclaimed. His voice startled her, causing her to shake more than before. 'I'm going to die' she thought. The words would not leave her. She knew that this man had evil intentions, and that there was no way of escaping. The man stopped the van and slammed the door shut. The blindfold made it impossible for her to see anything that was happening. She could only rely on what she heard. The man opened the doors at the back of the van, gazing upon his treasure. "Oh honey..." He whispered, wondering how he could ever get his hands on such a beautiful specimen. He grabbed her bound ankles, making sure to keep her sexy stilettos in place while he yanked her out of the van. She landed headfirst on the gravel, the sharp rocks sticking into her exposed thighs, arms and head. He lifted her over his shoulder and closed the doors, smacking her ass as he made his way to the door of an old house. She couldn't help but cry. The cloth covering her eyes soon became soaked with her tears, but she did not fight him. All that escaped were a few small sniffles. The man unlocked the door of the house with his free hand. The floorboards creaked under his immense weight as he made his way to the basement stairs. At the bottom, he dropped the woman onto the floor with a painful thud. He helped her straighten up and stand while keeping her binds intact. She kept her head lowered, even as he pulled the tight blindfold away from her large, green eyes. He lifted her chin roughly so she was forced to look him in the eyes. Her beauty stunned him. He couldn't bear to see such an ugly gag covering such a beautiful face, so he ripped away the duct tape and pulled out the damp piece of cloth that kept her quiet. He expected her to scream, but her fear kept her silent. He watched as her puffy red lips quivered and droplets slowly trailed down her face. A rush of excitement overcame him. He owned her! She was all his. He could only imagine the taste of her sweet pussy, betraying her, aching to be fucked. She looked into the man's dark, black eyes and saw a flash of insanity, right as he grabbed her by the neck and forced her lips upon his. Her tears flowed freely, unable to breathe as he choked her with his hand and tongue. He pressed her against the wall, never freeing her from his tight grasp. His hungry tongue plunged deeper into her mouth, exploring the walls as she began to gasp for air. He suddenly realized that with his excitement, his grip on her throat had tightened. He pulled away, relaxing his grip and allowing his prize to breathe. Her cries became audible as she gasped for breath. His cock grew larger and larger as he gazed upon her open lips. Her bottom lip was slightly bigger than the top, but both were large compared to most people. He imagined what they would feel like, wrapped around his hard cock, her sad eyes looking up at his, glistening with fresh tears. She had even worn bright red lipstick to attract more attention to her luscious mouth. He pressed his denim covered bulge against her stomach while she regained her breath. It was becoming harder to resist just tearing her to pieces. To his surprise, she was the first to talk. "P-please sir. Don't hurt me. You don't need to do this. Please." Her voice was small and meek. He wanted her to moan for his cock. All he could think about was fucking her brains out, but he couldn't let her believe she was safe. He brought his hand down across her cheek harshly, drawing blood at the crease of her lips and leaving an ugly, deep mark in her soft flesh. "Did I ever say you could talk to me cunt? You're mine now. You only speak when spoken to, you hear me?" In her shock, she could do nothing but shake. "I SAID DO YOU HEAR ME." He slapped the same cheek once more, causing her to scream with pain as more blood dripped down her chin. "Y-y-yes s-s-sir I u-un-un-under-understand." "You may be pretty but you sure are a dumb cunt!" He laughed as he pushed her to the ground. She hit the cold concrete floor with a hard thud. The man climbed on top of her and pulled a knife from out of his boot. He cut through the tape that bound her ankles and wrists together. She took this as her chance to try and run, but his weight was too heavy. "Ahh! You think you can struggle do you? I didn't think you had it in ya!" He mocked her, but she continued to fight. 'This is my only chance' she thought, believing that he would kill her once he was done using her. She managed to free one of her arms from his grasp and land a punch in his stomach. The force startled him just enough to let his guard down, and she used all of her strength to push him off of her. Once standing, she used the heel of her stiletto to try and kick him in his balls. Unfortunately, she missed, landing the heel in between his legs, giving him the chance to grab her ankle and pull her to the floor. "No! Fuck you asshole you're not getting me! No!" She managed to pull her foot away from his tight grip and scramble towards the stairwell. She could hear his maniacal laughter as she reached the door, only to find it padlocked shut. "NO! NONONO you dick FUCK!" She pounded the door, screaming for someone to help, but no one was around for miles. He had made sure to take every precaution so she could not easily escape. She pounded harder and harder but it wouldn't budge. "What did I say bitch. You may be pretty but you sure are a DUMB.CUNT." He had climbed the stairs behind her, grabbing her long hair and pulling her back down with him. She sobbed as she tried to pull away, but his grip was too tight. "Pleasee why are you doing this?! Please stop!!!" She screamed, but he was already sitting on her chest, reaching for the knife he dropped during their struggle. He held it to her throat which shut her up immediately. "Now. Are you going to shut that little mouth of yours? Or am I going to have to shove this knife right in your fucking throat bitch?" He applied a small amount of pressure, just enough to break the first layer of skin and draw a little blood. "I-I-I'll-I'll-," "YOU'LL WHAT?" He roared. "I-I'll behave!!" She screamed. "Just please don't hurt me!" "You don't look like you're in any position to make requests bitch." He spat on her face and pulled the knife away from her throat. He had been chewing tobacco. The smell alone was enough to make her gag. Still, she relaxed for a moment, only to realize where his knife was heading. He quickly sliced through her blouse, revealing the lacy lingerie she had put on that morning. His eyes grew wide in disbelief. This bitch had dressed up for him! He ripped the remnants of her blouse away, and then continued to cut off her skirt. His cock throbbed against his jeans, just waiting to be released so he could ravage his prize. She watched as his maniacal eyes looked her body up and down. She knew she could not escape now. The man spread her legs and positioned himself at her opening. The basement was cold and dark. She shivered as she anticipated what was to come next. "Please..." she whispered, but he was already unbuttoning his jeans. She looked upon his hardened face. Far from handsome, his skin was rough and covered in stubble. His teeth were yellowed and rotten from chewing tobacco, and his eyes held no emotion. He smelled as if he hadn't showered for weeks. She couldn't imagine how terrible his cock would smell. The sight of her was enough to drive him over the edge. Her skin was smooth and tight. Her breasts rose and fell with every frightened breath she took. He couldn't wait to see what her nipples looked like in the cold room, but he wanted to enjoy the fact that she had dressed up for him just a little longer. He reached down and pulled his cock from his open fly. She couldn't help but gaze upon his thick, hard dick. It was easily eight inches long, and almost as wide as a can of beer. How could such a horrible man be so well endowed? "I bet you want to fuck this don't you? I can see it in your eyes bitch. I bet you want to ride this cock until I make you cum. Well I'm not going to give you that pleasure yet." He stood up, grabbing her by the hair and forcing her onto her knees. His cock swung right in front of her face. The smell was absolutely rancid. "Ahh yeah I bet you want that foul cock. Well it doesn't matter if you want it or not! You have to suck it bitch." "I-I don't think I can! It's so big sir..." Hearing her voice those words sent shivers up his spine. He had to have her. He reached down and squeezed her jaw, forcing it as wide as it would go. She looked up, pleading with her eyes for him to stop, but that just made him want her more. He watched as he shoved his cock down her throat, feeling her huge lips around the base and her tight throat squeeze the head. He started to bob her head up and down the shaft, watching her struggle and cry to be let go. Her tongue moistened the bottom of his cock as he savored the warmth of her mouth. To his surprise, she could fit the whole thing in her mouth. "I can see you've done this before bitch. What a little slut. Go ahead and show me what you can do on your own. Don't forget, any quick moves and I'll fuck you with this knife until I make your little cunt cum blood." He released his grip on her head, allowing her to raise her small, slender fingers and grip the base of his massive cock. She began to stroke him, almost lovingly. 'This is my only chance of winning him over.' She thought. 'Maybe he'll show me some mercy if I give him what he wants.' Her soft flesh trembled slightly as she alternated between sucking and stroking his cock. She rested the head on her pillowy lips, lightly squeezing as she stroked it, up and down. The man couldn't help but let out a deep moan. She never stopped looking up at him. She flicked the tip of his cock with her tongue, and then suddenly plunged the whole shaft down her throat. She pumped it hard and fast, keeping her fingers squeezed at the base of his cock to prevent him from cumming. "Oh shit baby that's the stuff." He moaned. She took the whole length of his cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue as she pumped it past her lips and down her throat. He watched as her small hands massaged his balls. She never took her eyes off of his. She slowly released her tight grip on his shaft and allowed the blood to flow freely. Her mouth readied as his cock stiffened, knowing that his load would be hers. With one quick movement, she pulled it out and opened her mouth as she hurriedly stroked until he finally blasted her open mouth and face with his hot seed. He almost collapsed. Never had any of his women, consensual or not, made him cum so hard. Not only was she an expert, she looked like she actually enjoyed the taste and feel of his cum. She still had a grip on his cock, and to his surprise, she began to run her tongue along the shaft and head, licking up what she wasn't able to swallow. She never took her eyes off his though. The natural green somehow soothed him. She finally pulled away and sat on her knees, like an animal waiting for another command. Her face was dripping with his cum, but she patiently waited for him to make the next move. He had wanted to fuck her, but he hadn't expected her to pleasure him so much. She had drawn every drop of cum out of him, and all he wanted was to lie down. He grabbed the girl by the hair and stood her up. She was still wearing her stilettos. Some of his load had dripped from her chin down to her breasts. The top of her bra grew white from his seed. She was a beautiful sight. He had prepared the basement to be a sort of dungeon for his new toy. He turned her around to face the wall and pulled her hands behind her back. From his pocket he drew a pair of cold handcuffs and locked them around her wrists. Her ass was perfectly round. He felt his cock stiffen despite how tired it was by the sight of her small wrists resting on her ass, pushed out from being forced against the wall. He pushed himself against her shapely body and found himself caressing her smooth skin. He pulled her long hair away from her neck and tenderly kissed and sucked, drawing a small moan from the captive girl. Never in a million years did he deserve a girl like this, but here she was, moaning for him, ready to be taken whenever he desired. She had sucked his filthy cock and enjoyed it. She was the perfect little slut. He reached around and placed his large hands upon her breasts, lightly squeezing and exposing her small, pink buds. She lowered her head in shame, shame that she was feeling aroused by the touch of a rapist. Tears trickled down her cheeks and fell upon his fingers as they lightly pinched her hard nipples. The man growled a low and menacing laugh, hoisting her body and resting it on a small cot that lie in the corner. He retrieved the blindfold and cut up her blouse into strips with his knife. He tied the blindfold tightly around her eyes and stuffed a strip of fabric into her mouth, tying another strip around her head to keep it in place. She didn't stop crying as he pulled out another pair of handcuffs and bound her ankles. He laughed as he walked upstairs, leaving her cold and alone. For hours she cried. This man was working to remove every shred of her dignity. She lost sense of time and location. Her face was still coated with this evil man's load. All that she could do was take advantage of the privacy she was given, and rest. Her Fears Became Reality Ch. 03 "WAKEY WAKEY!! EGGS N' BAKEY!" She awoke to the crack of a whip across her bare back. "Mmm, mmmmph," She moaned, too tired to budge. Her eyes were swollen from crying all night, not to mention having a tight wrap constricting her eyes. Her dreams were filled with terror. She would run and run from him, but he would always be right behind her, ready to strike. Once she had run naked through a forest. The twigs cut at her feet, but she dared not slowdown in fear that he would reach her. His laughter echoed through the trees. It was as if she could feel his breath, constantly upon her neck. The warmth aroused her. She felt her pussy growing warm and moist. 'NO' she screamed. His voice was in her ear. 'C'mon baby. I know you want me to eat that wet little pussy.' She tried to run faster, but she was slowing down. Her body was abandoning her. Her legs stopped running, and she turned around, smiling, holding her arms out to embrace the man who wanted her so much. 'Maybe I do want him.' She thought. But it was all a trick. As he got closer, he pulled the knife from his boot and threw it, impaling her stomach. She fell to the ground, a thick stream of blood oozing from her wound. The man approached her, kicking dirt in her face and wound. "That's right bitch. I control you now. When I've fucked every bit of you there is to fuck, I'll throw you out like the piece of trash you are." He kicked her stomach and she tried to scream but no sound would come out. She realized she was bound once again, lying naked, wounded and helpless on the forest floor. But it wasn't a gag that kept her muffled. It was the pure will of her captor as he laughed at her helplessness. And when she woke up, she knew he was right. He controlled every bit of her, even her dreams. "Time to wake up and make me some coffee slut." He removed the blindfold and gag, unlocked her cuffs and attached a tight collar and lead to her neck. "You sure are a sight!" He laughed at her frizzy long hair and smeared makeup. Her eyes were bloodshot, her cheek bruised and crusted with blood and semen. "U-u-uh s-sir?" She whispered. He was surprised she had the energy or courage to say anything to him. No matter. He could let this instance of disrespect slide. She had pleased him more than any other woman before and he could secretly admire that about her. "What is it my little slave?" "M-may I p-p-please u-use the bathroom?" She kept her head lowered, afraid he would attack her for making such a bold request. "Although you are in absolutely no position to ask me such things, you did please me last night, so yes. You may accompany me to the bathroom and we'll clean that little whore body up." He couldn't resist the chance to lather her body up in the shower. Plus he was a bit overdue for a shower as well. He tugged sharply at her lead as they made their way upstairs. This was the first glimpse of the house she had gotten. It was absolutely filthy. It was obvious that he did not live here full time. The walls smelled of mold, and there were cobwebs and dust covering the small amount of furniture that occupied the living room. What horrified her the most were the black stains covering the walls and floor. She feared that she would share the same fate as every one of his previous victims. The house was small and dark. Thick curtains covered the windows to prevent light or a passing hiker to peer in. If it weren't for the lead, she would have easily stumbled through the messy rooms. They arrived in the bathroom. The room reeked of mold and urine. "Go." He commanded. "Y-you mean right in front of you?" "I never promised any privacy bitch. Now are you going to use it or not?" He flipped the toilet seat down and yanked down her tight thong. She cautiously sat on the seat, grossed out and embarrassed by the filth. He laughed as she covered her face and used the toilet. He had managed to invade every bit of her privacy in less than a day. When she was finished, she stood up and he ordered her to remove her bra and stilettos. "Why?" She asked. She was quickly answered with a slap. "You don't ask why bitch, you just do." Her eyes welled with tears as she bent over to pull off her shoes. He felt himself growing hard at the sight of her plump ass. She slowly unclasped her bra; her breasts fell and bounced freely. They were more beautiful than he imagined. Her nipples were small and rosy, perked up from the sudden rush of cold air. Her skin was soft and young. She easily wore a D cup, perfectly resting atop her slim waist. The man's jaw hung open. He couldn't help but gawk, especially since she kept her head lowered, unable to see his moment of weakness. His cock strained away at his jeans, aching to get out and fuck her mouth, pussy, ass, tits, anything. He pulled himself out of his trance and reached past her to the shower to start the water. She was relieved by the warm steam. He had left her practically nude in the cold basement to sleep. She didn't even care if he joined her. He quickly pulled his shirt over his head and removed his dirty jeans. She was surprised to see that he actually had quite a gut. It fit his look, however, along with his scraggly beard and faded tattoos. He looked like he was in his mid to late thirties. His forehead held deep frown lines, and his beard was speckled with light grey among the dark brown. His smell was overwhelming. She was thankful overall for the shower they were both about to take, even if it did invade her privacy. He unclipped the lead but left the collar on as he shoved her into the shower. He pinned her against the walls, relishing in the warmth of the water and the feel of her silky skin against his. His erection prodded her stomach as he caressed her moist body. He kept a bottle of body wash along with bottles of shampoo and conditioner, just in case any of his "guests" needed freshened up. He poured a dollop of body wash in his rough hands and squeezed her breasts, watching as her nipples perked against the scented lather and his touch. A small moan escaped her lips and she quickly covered her mouth in embarrassment. He gently pulled her hands away and held her arms above her head with one strong hand. He was easily a foot and a half taller than her, and more than one hundred pounds heavier, so he could easily overpower her small body. She looked up into his dark eyes, and he bent down to kiss her soft lips. There was something oddly comforting about his touch. He grinded his dick against her pelvis as his tongue plunged deeper into her mouth. To his surprise, she began to kiss back, her hips grinding against his own. He let go of her hands and lifted her by the buttocks, rubbing her already wet pussy against the head of his cock. She moaned as he teased her. He placed his cock at her opening and putting only an inch or so in before pulling out completely. He bit her bottom lip slowly, then trailed down to her neck as he thrust his cock deep into her wanting pussy. She screamed as he slowly thrust in and out. She'd never experienced a cock as large as his. With each thrust he tied the boundaries of pleasure and pain. She knew she was not built to withstand a man of his size, but he made it feel so good. He pulled at her collar with his teeth and she wrapped her arms around his neck. He pumped faster and faster into her hot pussy, moaning as the hot water and steam engulfed their bodies. She let go of all her fears as he plunged deeper and deeper. She rocked her hips with his and felt her orgasm slowly rising. Her tits bounced against his chest. He didn't think his cock could get any harder but it did. Her pussy was tight around his immense dick. With every thrust he could feel her squeeze, sending shivers up his spine. He pulled away from her neck and she looked him straight in the eyes. He watched her soapy tits bounce with each thrust, the hot water pouring past her stomach and down into their sex. He could feel her orgasm building, trying to hold out on his own for as long as possible. Suddenly, he felt her pussy contract and she let out a small scream. She grew stiff and he knew she was cumming. The extra pressure around his cock caused him to lose it and he emptied his load with a few final thrusts. He pulled her close to his chest and held her, not only wanting to leave the warmth of her pussy, but the passion she had just showed him. When he pulled out, she could not meet his eye. She was ashamed for enjoying his company. She was ashamed for cumming at the hands of her abductor. He poured soap into her hands and brought them down around his cock and balls. She tenderly washed her juices from his dying erection. He began to wash her long hair with the shampoo and conditioner he had lying next to the shower. He carefully massaged her aching scalp and cleaned every strand of hair that fell past her face. He grabbed a sponge and wetted it, raising her face by the chin and dabbing gently at the dried blood upon the wounds he had inflicted. She winced with pain, but did not cry out. He admired her courage. Most women he had taken screamed and cried the whole time. He always ended up beating them to death out of sheer annoyance. He slowly washed her aching pussy, tenderly scrubbing her swollen clit. His touch sent shivers up her spine. How could she be enjoying this so much? After they were completely rinsed off and clean, he reached down and turned off the water. He quickly wrapped a towel around her before the steam and warmth dissipated. He pulled a small travel sized brush out of his pants pocket, remembering that he had stolen it from her purse the night before. "Here, brush that hair before it becomes a mess." He suddenly became aware of his naked body. He looked like a pile of shit standing next to such an amazing creature. He hurriedly picked up his pile of clothes and started to leave. "Sir? What would you like me to do?" Her small voice pierced his heart. After all that she'd been through and she still referred to him as sir. "Uh, put your underwear back on and meet me out in the living room. You still haven't made me that coffee." She was amazed at how much freedom he was giving her. If only there was a way for her to take advantage of his kindness and escape. "Thank you for the shower sir." He blushed as she bowed in appreciation. "It's uh-uhh it's no problem. Now hurry up bitch." He opened the door to leave, and then quickly turned around. "Oh hey, uh, my name's Roman by the way." He bolted through the door and slammed it shut, leaving the girl confused and alone. Her Fears Became Reality Ch. 04 "Sir, Sir I'm so sorry! Please sir, don't hurt me please!!" He hovered over her trembling body. As he walked closer, shattered glass crunched under his feet. She had tripped in the dark house with the coffee tray, breaking the only cups in the house. 'This is my fault.' She thought. 'I'm actually getting comfortable. I'm fucking getting comfortable with my rapist... But was it rape? He made it feel so good...' 'I can't let her get comfortable. I can't get comfortable either. Why in hell would I get close to a slave? I brought her here for one thing and one thing only. She is to please me, whether it is through pleasure or punishment. She is mine.' He let his thoughts fuel his anger. It was silly to punish the girl for tripping and breaking the mugs. Especially since she was wearing high heels and trying to maneuver through a dark, cluttered room. But she needed to know her place. "You realize those were the only mugs for miles." He spoke coolly. "I-I-I'm s-so sorry! Plea-" "SILENCE!" The walls shook, the windows rattled. His voice pierced all that it touched. "I'm sure you think I'm that stupid." He screamed. She shook violently as he yanked his long, leather belt from its loops. He slowly raised it above his heaving body. He hated everything about her. He craved her small mouth from which she could worship his name, and her warm, inviting sex that united cruelty and pleasure, but she was too good for the piece of shit that he was. He brought his belt down upon her back, relishing in her screams and his power over her. He whipped her mercilessly, over and over, cracking the silky skin he had embraced only moments before. She wept harder than she had ever wept before. The pain of each lash was so excruciating, she could feel herself falling in and out of consciousness. She felt as if he was beating her for hours, when in reality it had only been five to ten minutes. Her tears flowed as freely as the blood from her wounds. Before she completely blacked out, she realized the whippings had subsided. She dared not look up in fear he would start again. The warmth he expressed in the shower had vanished, and she was in the presence of a completely different man. He knelt beside her and yanked her arms behind her limp body, tying them together with his blood drenched belt. He stood up and kicked her in the stomach, making it clear that he was not going to take it easy on her any longer. She coughed out blood and he balled her hair into his fist and lifted her to her feet. He let go, expecting her to stand on her own, but she fell against his chest, unable to support her own weight on her shaky legs. "Fuck you're a good for nothing bitch aren't you?" He sneered, holding her up by the back of the throat and walking her towards the basement steps. She didn't want to know what he would do to her in his dungeon, especially knowing how relentless he could be. "S-s-s-s-sir no p-p-pl-please no!" She struggled against his tight grip, but he only tugged harder, opening the large door to the basement and walking her down the stairs. She had no energy left to struggle. She was afraid he would kill her if he had the chance. 'I must stay on my toes. I need to be aware of what he is doing. If I stay awake, he can't hurt me. I'm stronger than him.' Each step creaked under their weight as they walked towards her doom. At the bottom, he let go of her neck and pushed her to the ground. He walked over to a cabinet in the corner that housed many cruel devices, all meant for torturing innocent, unwilling women. He removed many lengths of old, bloody rope, a ball gag, a large rubber vibrator that was also bloody, a long, leather whip, and a video camera attached to a tripod. He gathered everything in his arms and brought it over to his prize lying on the floor. All of the energy had drained from her. All she could do was behave for him. He removed her lingerie but left the stilettos. She behaved as he skillfully wrapped the rope around her waist and breasts, tugging tightly so each strand hit all of the right pressure points. He looped the rope around the base of the vibrator, and then slowly inserted it into her pussy. She cried out, for she was not prepared to be invaded. He secured the rope in many loops across her body so the vibrator held in place and that the rough rope brushed past her clit. Each cut from the whip burned against the rope. He removed the belt binding her hands, replacing it with an even tighter length of rope. He pulled her arms above her head and tied the other end of the rope to a metal bar running along the basement ceiling. He made sure the rope was taut so that all of her weight was on her arms and so her toes barely touched the floor. "Any last words?" He asked, shaking the ball gag in front of her face. "And none of that 'Oh please sir save me!' bullshit." "I-I..." "Yes? C'mon bitch I don't have all day." "I-I'll do anything sir... Just please don't hurt me..." "Ha!" He slapped her across the face and shoved the gag into her mouth, savoring the way her scarlet lips wrapped around the bit of rubber as he tightened and clasped the straps behind her head. He bit his lip and his cock stiffened. Her body looked magnificent against the geometric design of the rope. His fingers trembled from excitement as he switched on the vibrator to low. He let his hand rest upon her pussy, feeling a new warmth as her excitement grew, no matter how much she tried to fight it. An evil grin swept past his lips, his fingers slowly prodding her small clit. Her eyes closed and a small, muffled moan escaped her lips, despite the gag. The moment he felt her pussy grow wet, he removed his hand and walked away to set up the tripod. He tested many different angles before deciding. She fearfully glanced at the camera as he removed the lens lid and turned it on. "Oh yeah baby," He moaned as he caressed her curves in front of the camera. She closed her eyes, hoping to shut out everything that was about to happen to her. "Ahaha no honey, you keep those eyes open. I want you to look at me." She opened them, pleading with them to let her go. She wanted the camera off, she wanted to be untied. She would even spend more time with him, but only if he wouldn't hurt her, especially in front of a camera. If only she knew what kind of site this video would be posted to. He maintained an illegal website where he uploaded multitudes of pictures and videos for perverts like him to watch. The best thing about it? It was completely real. She managed to withhold her tears, until the first whip. Just like the whip used by circus trainers, it made a loud crack when it came in contact with her already aching skin. She screamed against her gag, but it was too muffled to be audible. Each crack pierced her ears; tears silently fell from her eyes. "Ahh yeah baby, we're just getting warmed up. You need more?" She shook her head furiously, hoping it would sway him. "Aww but we're having so much fun love, aren't we?" He spoke loud enough for the video camera to pick up. It was as if this was all an act for him. She stared straight into his eyes. 'Please... have mercy Roman. I could love you without all this. Despite the situation, I felt a connection with you in the shower. I could love you Roman... Just give me the chance.' She wondered what had made him like this, what had gone wrong for him to treat another human being so poorly. He cracked the whip over and over, leaving ugly, deep red cuts in her stomach, breasts and thighs. He was sure to scar her, emotionally and physically. She deserved every bit of it. 'Why should you be so beautiful fucking bitch? Why can I never get a fucking woman like you? What makes you so god damn special?' The same fire that burned her skin burned in his eyes as well. He loved abusing her. He moaned as each crack of the whip made her writhe in pain, forcing the vibrator deeper into her unwilling, hot, wet pussy. After ten minutes of continuous abuse, he finally laid the whip down on a table in the corner. Her body hung limp. Her arms were sore from supporting her weight, and the pain of cuts running along both her front and back was enough to make her pass out. The only thing that kept her awake was the vibrator, sending shivers up her aching spine and bringing her closer and closer to climax. "So while I have you up here, how about we have a little fun?" He took the camera off of the tripod and surveyed her hanging body, zooming in on his rope work, her battered breasts, and her teary, shame filled eyes. She looked straight into the lens of the camera. A sudden hate filled her veins. "Ohh ho ho, getting angry with me love? Now why is that?" She remembered that he had forgotten to bind her legs. With one swift kick, she landed her heel right under his erect cock. He doubled over in pain, dropping the camera to the floor. The piece of shit broke in half upon contact with the concrete. She pulled with all of her strength, trying to loosen the metal bar that held her rope in place, but it wouldn't budge. She screamed in frustration, tugging as hard as she could at her binds. 'NO! This is not the end of me. I can't let him hurt me I just can't!' She thought. The man furiously stood up after a few minutes of gut wrenching pain on the floor. He knew the bitch couldn't get loose. All she had accomplished as making him more pissed off. "YOU THINK YOU'RE FUNNY BITCH? HUH?" He pulled the gag from her mouth and slapped her across the face. "FUCK OFF ASSHOLE. YOU CAN'T HAVE ME. Take my fucking body, I don't give a shit! But you're not going to get me easily. You don't fucking deserve this you piece of shit!" She was surprised at her courage, and immediately regretted it when she saw the look in his eyes. He punched her square in the jaw, then in the stomach. While she was doubled over in pain, he unzipped his pants and revealed his angry, erect cock. He stepped behind her, balling her hair up in his fist and yanking as hard as he could. Her tight ass inched away in vain. He placed his cock in her ass cheeks, threatening her tight hole with his massive width. "You think you're stronger than me bitch?" "No no no no no please don't I'm not ready please don't I'll be good I pr-" Before she finished, he shoved his cock all the way in without warning. She screamed louder than she ever had in her entire life. The pain was excruciating. His thick cock busted her open, and filled her completely. He pumped ruthlessly, reaching around with his other hand to grope her bouncing breasts. She screamed for him to stop, but it only encouraged him. Her tight ass felt like heaven around his cock. The more he fucked her, the tighter she became. "ROMAN STOP PLEASE I'M BEGGING YOU!" The use of his name pierced his heart. It was so informal, like she actually viewed him as a person. "What are you going to do for me bitch?" He panted, not missing a beat as he fucked her ruthlessly. "Fuck my pussy, I'll even beg for it! Fuck my mouth! Please just show mercy! I'll blow you so hard, please!" He didn't slow down. These words made him hornier. He didn't want to leave her ass, until he remembered the touch of her lips against his cock. Suddenly, he pulled out. His cock was covered in her blood. He pulled the knife from his boot and cut the rope tying her hands to the metal bar. She fell to the cold floor with a thud. "You want my cock bitch? Well how do you want it? One word from you and it goes right back in that tight little ass." She wept as she picked herself up. "Master?" He shivered at her word. 'This hot bitch just called me master...' "Uh... oh, uhh yes?" She propped herself up on her knees and looked up seductively. "Master, will you let me suck your big, sexy cock?" She spoke slowly. He shuddered, and before he could answer, she wrapped her lips around his dick and slowly slid it down her throat. "Ahhhhh, ohhh shiittt." He loved head. It was his favorite, and here was a woman, almost willingly giving the best head of his life. The way she fluttered her lashes as she stared deep into his eyes sent shivers up his spine. She truly was the hottest woman he had ever laid eyes on. He was curious, however, to see how much she really wanted his cock. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her away from his cock. Her reaction was one he had never received before. Most women he had tried this on looked at him in confusion, convinced they were doing something wrong. It always ruined the mood, so he almost never tried it. But not her. The moment her lips left his cock, she struggled against his grip to put it back in her mouth. She moaned for it and pulled as hard as she could. He loved to watch her struggle, especially when it was in favor of his cock, not against it. Suddenly, he pushed her open mouth down on his rock hard dick and relished in the warmth of her mouth. She moaned around it, tickling the head with her throat and warming the long shaft with her tongue. She would never tell anyone, especially her abductor, that her favorite hobby was sucking dick. She loved the taste and the feeling of powerlessness that accompanied it. Despite the ache in her flesh that he had inflicted, she wanted this man more than any lover she had had in the past. She slowly pulled away from his cock, licking the head slowly as she brought her fingers up to stroke it gently. She looked into his eyes and stroked, mouth wide open as she anticipated his hot load. He had wanted to hold out for much longer, but he couldn't resist. With one final stroke, he shot his cum into her open mouth, hitting her in the eyes, nose and hair in the process. She hungrily licked up the cum she missed. Without warning, she began to convulse. He watched in awe as she moaned in pleasure, screaming against the cock she was licking clean. After a moment's confusion, he realized that she too was cumming, rocking against the vibrator in her pussy. He chuckled evilly. He hadn't made her suck his dick at all. She truly enjoyed it. Her Fears Became Reality Ch. 05 He wouldn't tire out so easily. This piece of ass was far too precious for him to only fuck once. Her hair felt like silk in between his fingers. Her head fit perfectly in the palm of his hand. Although he had cum a huge load all over her face and breasts, his cock stood strong. He released her hair and pet the top of her head. Her small hands still gripped the base of his cock. She tenderly fondled the shaft, kissing the head gently. A soft moan escaped her lips as she slowly played with him. She couldn't help but be fascinated by his cock. "Ahhh, ohhh, shit honey. Any more of that and I'm going to cum again." She loved making men moan. There was something so sensual about the pure, raw noise of a rugged man, especially one like Roman. She couldn't help but be turned on by the fact that he was a rapist. Although he had been incredibly cruel, she felt a certain passion that she had never felt before. Most men she had been with held themselves higher than her, expecting her to be instantly aroused by their hot bodies or high statuses. With Roman, it was different. Sure he hurt her, but she still felt an insecurity about him, as if he resorted to rape because he had no other choice. She wanted to learn more about him. She felt crazy, especially as she ran her tongue down his shaft so she could get a taste of his large balls. Her lips brushed past his testicles, releasing a deep moan from her captor. "Ohh, Allison." He moaned. She withdrew immediately, her mouth agape. "How do you know my name...?" She asked cautiously, afraid he would grow angry at her outburst. He realized this bothered her, running with the opportunity to control her even more. "Ahaha, I have my ways. I was following you for quite a long time before I brought you here. I know everything about you, where you live, the names of your friends, everything. One wrong move from you and I can fuck you up more than you could imagine." He smirked, running his hands through her hair. She began to shake in fear, realizing that he possessed her. She couldn't do anything at this point to escape. Her body started shaking. She had dealt with high anxiety ever since birth, but had managed to take control of it with medicine. 'Medicine... I haven't taken it since the night before I got here...' Her eyes widened as she took in her surroundings. She was utterly trapped. Her stomach churned and panic took over. 'My medicine is in the cabinet at home, not my purse. Shit shit shit why didn't I keep it in my purse?!' "Bitch what's wrong? Why aren't you sucking my dick, too scared?" He laughed. Her mind blocked out his words, her head throbbed under the pressure of her stress. Without warning, she screamed. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks as she nervously pulled at her hair. "Allison! Allison what's wrong?! Allison please tell me!" The sound of her name from his lips raised her anxiety to a whole new level. She tugged harder at her hair and wailed, hoping that someone would hear her, someone would save her. "Whyyy why are you doing this to me? Why are you hurting mee? WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?" She couldn't breathe. Terror had swept through her entire body. 'I'm trapped, I'm so trapped, he's going to use me then kill me, what do I do? I have to escape, I have to be free.' He reached down and picked her up, holding her in both of his arms like a father would for a child. He knew something was seriously wrong. She had not behaved like this the entire time she was with him. Had he put her into shock? He couldn't help but feel sorry for the small creature, trembling in his arms as he ran up the basement stairs. There was a small loveseat in the living room, covered in cobwebs, dust, and dried fluids. Despite its appearance, he laid her down on the cushions, hoping it would calm her down a bit. "Allison, listen to me. Something's wrong and you know it. What do you need." "I-I need my Xanax. I don't carry it with me. You bastard! You mother fucker you took me and I don't even have what I need!! FUCK I'm going to die here, I'm going to die at the fucking hands of a rapist, FUCK!" She wept profusely. She curled into a ball and covered her face with her hands. An idea flickered in his head. The opportunity was presenting itself perfectly. As her face was covered, he secretly smirked at the idea churning in his brain. 'I can drug the shit out of her and do anything I want... I'll call one of my buddies and he can bring over his video camera and join the fun...' "I'll get you some medicine. Don't worry about that." Her eyes peeked through her hands as she heard him walk away. He retrieved two pairs of handcuffs and two old dish towels and walked back to the couch. "I'll get you some medicine you're never going to forget. Or maybe you will. I guess it depends on what I give you. We'll just see how it goes." He swiftly flipped her over onto her stomach and then straddled her ass. She felt his cock strain against his jeans as he locked her hands together with the cuffs. He gripped the front of her neck so her mouth opened involuntarily for breath and stuffed one of the towels in her mouth. He then tied the other tie around her mouth to keep the other towel in place. She tried her hardest to keep calm, but since she was already panicked, she began to hyperventilate against the gag. She soon ran out of oxygen, her airways blocked by his hand, and passed out. "Fucking finally," He sighed. He remembered how tight her ass had been earlier. 'Fuck why is my dick always so fucking hard. I have business at hand.' The head of his dick rubbed uncomfortably against his jeans. It yearned for her, dribbling precum in anticipation. He began thrusting, slowly, into her tight ass. For the first time since her arrival, her body was completely relaxed. He ran his rough hands along her back and sides. It was as if her skin had never been touched, as if the the calluses on his fingers could easily tear it with the slightest pressure. He wanted to savor her calmness while he could, not knowing if she would ever be this peaceful in his presence again. He slowly climbed off of her and sat next to her on the couch. He gently flipped her onto her back, hands still tied behind her, so that he could get a good look of her. She seemed to be out completely, probably due to stress and exhaustion, so he decided to remove her gag so he could get a good look at her beautiful face. Her lips, although removed of all makeup, were a deep red, plump from the gags and cock she was forced to endure. Dark, violet bruises were beginning to appear across her whole body. Roman felt a surge of power rush through his veins. Any man could fuck a girl, but not many could completely control one. Each mark was a stamp of his ownership. Never before had he felt such lust for a woman. She had fought him every step of the way, and deserved each mark he left. He suddenly remembered his plan. He got up and retrieved a cell phone from a loose floorboard, hidden in case she felt the urge to escape. After dialing a few friends, he hid the phone back under the boards and made his way back to the couch. Her chest rose and fell gently, feeling an ease she would most likely not feel again. He sat next to her again, gently gripping her breasts with each hand. Her small nipples grew hard against his touch, just like his cock against his jeans. He leaned down and kissed her, plunging his tongue into her unresponsive mouth. She was small in comparison, his tongue easily filling up a good portion of her mouth. He moaned against her. His kiss became more passionate with each passing moment. He bit and suckled her lips and they grew plump against his. His hand traveled down to her pussy, surprised at the warmth that radiated from her clean shaven lips. He slowly slid his finger past her opening, savoring the warmth as she became moist for his touch. With one swift motion, he plunged one finger, then two into her hot pussy. Although aroused, she was incredibly tight around him, softly gripping his fingers as he slowly pumped her. His lips pulled away from hers, moving his way to her neck and softly suckling without leaving a mark. With each kiss, she gently writhed under his touch. She was slowly waking up. Her eyes fluttered gently as his fingers increased speed. He flicked her tender clit with his thumb and slowly trailed his kisses down to her nipples. Her eyes were open, but she didn't seem to know what was going on. She moaned softly against his touch. After sucking on each nipple, he slowly removed his fingers from her warmth and kissed down to her pussy. He spread her legs and lifted her by the ass so he could easily reach her with his mouth. His eyes closed as he kissed her thighs and her ass, savoring the plump flesh that was presenting itself to him. Her moans grew gradually louder as she thrust her hips towards him. He grinned as he continued to tease her. He wanted to push her closer and closer to the edge as he slowly inched towards her wanting sex. His tongue teased her lips, sucking up her juices as it spread them apart and revealed her hot pussy. "Do you want my tongue?" He asked, smirking as he teased her clit and awaited her response. "Ahhh, sir, please sir," "Please sir what?" She closed her eyes and silently cursed him. Why did he have to do this? Why did it have to feel so good? "Please sir," She tried to get around the question, hoping that he would take her response as a plea for his tongue, rather than a plea to not have to answer him and embarrass herself. "Well what is it? Do you want it or not?" He pulled away slightly, anxious for her submission to him. She knew it was wrong to want him, but he had set her up for failure. She needed his tongue. She needed relief from all the pain he had caused. "Please sir, I need your tongue." Without hesitation, he plunged his tongue deep into her pussy, exploring her tight walls and savoring her warmth. Never before had she been this willing to take him in. She moaned loudly as he imagined her around his cock. He ravaged her pussy with his tongue, thrusting deeper and deeper and bringing her closer to orgasm. Every few minutes, he would pull out and suckle her clit, causing her to writhe against him. He could feel her growing tighter, coming closer to losing control completely. "Ask to cum bitch." "Ohh please may I cum?" "May I cum what?" "May I please cum, master?" He chuckled at her submission to him. Just hours earlier she had spat at him, swearing she would never be his. Now look at her. "I don't think so." He pulled away, leaving her panting and helpless. "No no no please sir, please I need it please!! I'll do anything, just please let me cum." "Anything?" "Yes sir, yes anything you want!!" He dropped her thighs and she landed on the couch with a thud. He pushed her off of the couch and propped his feet up, laying back and unzipping his pants so that his cock sprung freely from its restraints. Never before had his dick been so hard and big. Without instruction, she leapt for it from the floor, wrapping her lips around the head before he could get ahold of her hair and pull her away. "Ah ah ah, did I tell you to suck it bitch?" "N-No, but isn't that what you want?" "No. I want you to ride it. Sit on this dick and ride it with that little pussy of yours and take all the cum I have to give you. And if you're lucky, maybe you will make yourself cum as well." She slowly eyed his cock, wondering if she could take it all in. Hands still tied behind her back, she picked herself up from the floor and wrapped her legs around him, her pussy hovering over the head of his cock. She smiled to herself and slowly lowered herself so that just the head was inside her. He couldn't help but gape at the sight in front of him and the sensation she caused. She looked him right in the eyes as she slowly pulled away, teasing his cock with her dripping wet sex. Her hips slowly gyrated, her lips brushing up against the head. "Oh baby I could explode." He moaned, unable to take his eyes off of her hips. She lowered herself again, still rotating her hips. Just as a calm moan escaped his lips, she thrust herself completely onto his cock, both of them screaming in pleasure as she thrust and rotated against his massive erection. She thought about starting off slow, but she didn't anticipate how good he would feel all the way inside of her. She threw her head back as she rode his cock. Her tits bounced freely and his mouth hung open. He had unleashed something inside of her that he hadn't seen before. Her hair cascaded down her back and tickled his thighs as she thrust herself harder and harder into him. He knew he could cum at any moment, but wanted to wait until she came herself so she'd squeeze the hot load out of him. Usually she took it a bit slower, but since he had brought her so close to the edge, she needed to get her fix as fast as possible. She felt herself flushing as a wave of pleasure started at her toes and made its way to her head. She could feel his hands gripping her ass, assuming he was also cumming, but she was at such a level of such ecstasy that everything was completely white. She gasped as wave after wave of pleasure came over her. His cock throbbed deep in her pussy, relinquishing every drop of cum that had built up over the past day. His head fell back and he dug his fingers into her hips, not wanting her to ever leave the position she was in. She panted, rousing herself from her fit of pleasure. The world became visible once more, along with her captor. With her head back, facing the ceiling, her eyes looked down at his. Her lip curled and one eyebrow rose as she squeezed his cock gently. He flinched, salivating at the prize atop his cock. Despite the multiple bruises and cuts, she had an air of confidence and strength that he had not seen since her abduction. Her shoulders were straight and high, her breasts perked and full. He pulled himself up, careful to hold her on his cock so he could bury himself in her tits. They sat facing each other as he ravaged her bosom. He pulled at her nipples with his teeth and sucked the flesh until it bruised. He worked up to her neck and sucked and bit until he drew blood, lapping up every drop she had to offer him. Even after cumming inside of her, he wanted more. He wanted to eat her up, to lick and nibble and kiss every inch of skin until she was all his. He grabbed the back of her head by the hair and forced her lips upon his. Without hesitation, she kissed back, sucking his tongue as he explored her warm mouth. His erection never died, but grew stronger inside of her. Kiss after kiss, she finally pulled away. "What is it?" He panted, lunging forward to kiss more. She dodged him, looking him straight in the eyes. "Roman, I think I love you."