Something evil comes ~ Closed for cgraven ~

Trisha D. Lockwood came from a very wealthy bloodline and had life handed to her on a silver platter. However, Trisha didn't want to be seen as a spoiled rich brat and made it a goal to befriend those that are normally picked on. It wasn't out of pitty or even trying to save those lesser than her. She simply didn't want to become one of the bullies that most rich kids in school become.

She also didn't like the idea of being helpless either. Especially after losing both her parents in a horrible accident. Trisha learned from the best martial arts teachers, among other self defense classes she could find. Also, she was secretly learning how to be a professional thief. After all, a girl needs to keep making a living somehow and since nothing out there peaked her fancy, she went in a different direction. It was the movies that inspired her the most and soon found someone to 'train' her in the craft.

Sadly, that 'trainer' happened to be the head of a high class mob in the area. Something she truly didn't wish to get involved with. Mobs were bad news and once you got in, it is nearly impossible to get out. Although, she did find some peace with them and did give them a cut of what she stole. Expect this last job she went on failed and she came close to getting caught by an unexpected trap.

Since she did not succeed in retrieving the item intended, Mr De Salles (the head mobster) became very disappointed. However, instead of punishing her in the old fashion he knew things about her than none of the others knew and came up with a special plan for her. The moment she stepped into his office, she knew right away that something isn't right. Especially after he gave her a diamond choker as a 'reward' for her efforts.

This diamond choker had multiple meanings behind it. For one, it couldn't be removed unless the true owner of it removed it himself. Secondly, it told this true owner that Trisha is a virgin. Of course, these are things that Trisha would never know, all except for not being able to remove it. That became obvious when she tried to take it off to reject the gift.

"I have a new job for you Trish. This item will require you to take my private helicopter far from here. It is a highly guarded castle, lots of traps. Do you think you can accept this job without failure?"

Trisha didn't like where this is going and glanced at the grinning henchmen standing behind him. If she refused, it could mean a punishment she wouldn't like and if she accepted, it allow her to prove to Mr De Salles that she isn't a failure. Not that she truly needed to prove herself to him, she is better than the thief that trained her.

"Yes Sir, I will accept this job. When do I leave?"

Mr De Salles grinned widened as she accepted and said "Right away."

Trisha barely had enough time to gather her gear before they escorted her to the secluded castle.

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Once they landed she found herself a short distance away from the castle itself. They had to make it look like this is in fact a job for her. They even gave her the lay out of the land, the blue prints of the castle and everything she needed for the job. What they didn't mention is that the traps were not your everyday trap.

She spent one day out in the small cabin to examine everything she had to make this successful. That night, she waited until midnight before making her move and skirted her way through the darkness. She was surprised to find no security on the outside, at least none that could be seen.

Eventually she scaled up the side of a wall, hopping onto the first balcony she came to and crept into the dark room. The best she could hope for is that this room is vacant. The information she had been given told her that the owner lived alone with a few servants. This room is suppose to be empty from everything she had studied.

That was when the trap made itself known to her. The glass doors she came in, disappeared and turned into a solid wall. The door that should lead to the hallway disappeared as well, leaving her trapped in the room with no escape.

There were two hallmarks of humanity; the first was greed for no matter how much some people had they always wanted more. Oh there were some people that were altruistic, “Good two shoes”, but they were the exception. And the second was that humanity had become so jaded and self absorbed that they dismissed the personification of evil. Oh they still knew that evil existed after all there was the “mob”, drug dealers, and white slavers but the personification of evil that was an outmoded medieval concepts, a fairytale to frighten little children and the gullible. That suited Monsieur Ombre for it made his existence and made it easier for him to peruse his goals for if humanity was not looking then they could not see that evil something evil was coming until it was too late.

Mr. De Salles and his organization had become a reliable supply of the goods that he desired and those goods were simply beautiful young women. Yet the most sought after merchandize was untouched virgins, so sweet so young and so very delicious. For these hapless young beauties De Salles had been supplied with a very special token, a diamond choker of Ombre’s own design, a token that was imbued with his own essence, and a healthy dose of dark magic. De Salles had sent word that he was sending Monsieur Ombre a very special treat and that treat would be wearing one of his diamond checkers.

Ombre stood on the battlements of his castle wrapped in the dark velvet shadows of the night. The castle dominated the lonely moors, its gaunt stone walls; darkened windows gave it the appearance of a grinning skull. There was something, odd, unnatural about Le Chateau de Crȗte as if did not belong there that it was a hideous mirage. He watched her stealthy approach, and admired her skill. The twinkling glint of moon light danced of the diamond collar that surrounded her slender neck His nostrils were filled with the intoxicating fragrance of her chaste innocence. Ombre smiled as this sweet young beauty slipped within Le Chateau de Crȗte and his first little challenge for his sexy little thief.

Trisha Lockwood moved with the sensual fluid grace like a young tigress on the hunt. He watched as she slipped from shadow to shadow till at last she entered the room. It was suppose to be empty according to the information that Mr. De Salles had given her. That was when the trap made itself known to her the first little test. The glass doors she came in, disappeared and turned into a solid wall. The door that should lead to the hallway disappeared as well, leaving her trapped in the room with no escape.

There was a soft seductive whisper that seem to surround Trisha, the soft breath of a breeze caressed her cheek, and soon the young beauty could hear the sound of water. To the young virgin horror the room began to fill with water. No matter how she searched there was no way that she could see to escape/ Trisha Lockwood could feel the rising water caress her ankles, then the claves of her shapely legs. Soon the water was lapping at her pussy through her clothing and dark warmth began to spread through her loins. The water crept higher and higher until it lapped at her breasts and nipples and that dark warmth had spread to the pit of her stomach. Before long the water had risen to Trisha’s slender neck, the young girl would now have to sink or swim.

The room’s ceiling was nine feet above her. Trisha could either trod water and continue to search for a way to escape or she could give in to despair and let herself drown in the rising water. Then as if in a dream or perhaps a nightmare the hazel eyed young beauty saw a speck of light above her in the ceiling. Just the slightest spark of hope that there may be a way out, then she saw a hand.

Monsieur Ombre settled into his skin and stretched out his hand to the struggling young beauty.

Trisha became paralyzed for the first few moments before she began searching for a way out. She knew it was a bad idea to come here, nothing about this place felt right and the job description given to her felt off. It was clearly too late now as the water started to flood into the room and pool around her feet.

This is where panic took a hold of her and she frantically searched for the source of the water in hopes to stop it. Of course at the same time she kept searching for a way out as well. Before she realized it, the water had reached to her hips and an unfamiliar sensation filled her nether region. The sensation wasn't too unfamiliar as she felt something similar when catching her staff at home in sexual act.

The unfamiliarity is the intensity at which this feeling burned through her. Never in her life as she wanted to actually touch herself and this is the last place on earth for having that feeling. Yet here it is, an ache that increased with each passing second and more so when she moved around the room.

Before too long, the water reached her breasts and the sensation teased her leather covered nipples in ways that it shouldn't be. By the time the water reached her neck, she was panting with a need she couldn't explain that mixed with a panic to get escape this place.

Trisha did swim and kept taking deep breathes to swim under the water in hopes something would trigger an escape. the last time she came up, there was barely enough room for her to gain any air and the leather outfit she had on restricted her movements. That restrictions were exhausting her as she tried to stay above the water.

Trisha isn't one for losing hope and knew there had to be a trick to this room. Sadly, she couldn't tread the water forever and couldn't keep searching for the answer in the dark. Just when she considered stripping out of the confining leather outfit, a hand reached down from above. She did see the light, though she couldn't decide if it was her imagination or where it could be coming from.

At first she did hesitate with caution before reaching up and taking a hold of that hand. She had been caught and barely had gotten started, inside Trisha was cussing herself out for this failure and finding a way to come up with an excuse as to why she was here.

The leather clung to her tighter than when it is dry and made it obvious that she could barely move in it. Her nipples were harder than even she could possibly imagine, almost to the point of being painful as they strained against the corset top. Her hazel eyes showed the hint of burning lust caused by the water. She had the urge to touch herself and yet managed to refrain from doing so.

Trisha looked towards the one that rescued her and wondered how he knew she was there. Her guess is that he is the owner of this place and most likely had been watching her from the start. Which didn't settle well with her at all, she needed to come up with a story quickly.

Ming was quite pleased with the gorgeous little nymph that De Salles had sent him. By far this was the most excusive creature the Mob Boss had sent him. He admired her spirit, though he saw the panic in her stunningly beautiful hazel eyes she did not stop fighting her fate. For a moment Ming though that his little pet had given up when her head dipped below the surface of the rising water, then a wicked smile bowed his lips as she shoot to the surface once more water cascading from her hair, the leather she wore clung to her young supple body like a second skin., her Angelic face turned toward the outstretched hand that seemed to offer her a way of escape.

Ming’s fingers stretched towards Trisha, his fingers just barely closing around her delicate wrist. He began to draw her from the water, closer to that little square of light that offered her, hope, a hope that was soon dashed as she slipped from his grasp to plunge back into the rising water. Three more times that outstretched hand grasped Trisha’s wrist. Three times more she plunged back into the water that seemed to excite her gorgeous young body, that seemed to ignite and unholy fire within her, then that outstretched hand that offered her that fleeting hope of escape disappeared. Trisha Lockwood would never know if it was an agenizing eternity or just a few heart beats before she saw the rope being lowered to her.

“Grab the rope!”

The voice was disembodied, dark commanding, and there was a note of urgency in it. Little could Trisha know that the rope had been greased and no matter how she tried she could not keep a hold of it. Again hope was withdrawn from her as that slender line disappeared above her. When all hope seemed to be lost the rope again appeared a loop tied in the end.

“Slip your hands through the Loop.”

Ming waited for the hapless young beauty to do as he had commanded, waited to draw his prize from the potent aphrodisiac that she had been submerged in. He idly wondered just what tact the gorgeous little thief would take.

Trisha couldn't believe what was happening to her. Never in he life as she been caught in such a trap and always managed to find a way out. Here though, her only way out appeared to be up and this person didn't seem to be trying to hard to truly rescue her. Each time he pulled so far, he would let go and she ended right back into the water. The rope for some reason felt slick to her as if it had been soaking in oil.

No matter what she did, she always ended up back into the water. The longer she remained in the water, the more needy her body became. Time lost itself to her, giving her no sense of how long she has been here. The leather dug against her clit, forcing it to be stimulated by the motion of her legs. The more it soaked the water, the tighter it became around her chest. Just like with her legs, the motion of her arms forced the leather to stimulate her nipples at the same time.

Not only is she absorbing the water through her skin, each time she sank underwater, she ended up taking a good gulp of it as well. She was desperate to get out of this water, even more desperate to get out of the leather. There were other needs that increased, the need and desire to be touched, to find release for these urges.

Trisha grew weaker the longer she fought against this water and the constricting leather. The walls were too slick and flat for her to keep holding onto them that she felt the hopelessness wash over her when the rope disappeared again. This is he first time in her life where she felt defeated and frighten of losing her life. She had little hope left when the rope reappeared.

The last few times when this person attempted to pull her up, it all failed. Now he is requesting her to put her hands into the loop. Desperation coursed through her every fiber as she grabbed onto the rope one more time. He didn't bother pulling it up since she hadn't obeyed the request. Again she looked up towards the man holding the rope with hesitation and exhaustion.

It was then she knew there is no escaping when and if he actually pulled her from the water. Any excuse she may have come up with did her no good at this point. Trisha didn't know where her true fate will lead to now, although what she did know is that it fell into the hands of this man. Slowly she slipped both her hands into the loop until the rope rested upon her delicate wrists. Without the help of her arms and the weakness of her legs, she slipped back under water. This caused her to take in more water and she felt the rush of its effects flood her.

What a proud little thing this gorgeous young creature was. Ming could see the panic and the smoldering desire in the young girl’s eyes. He watched as desperation grew with each failure to escape the rising water The loop of the rope dangled before Trisha and yet as much as she might wish to escape her present predicament the young beauty seemed reluctant to slip her hands into the dangling loop. Ming smile when at last Miss Lockwood gave in, realizing her only hope for escape was to do as she was told.

When Trisha had slipped her hands through the loop there was the soft whirl of machinery, the loop tightened around the young thief’s wrest as she was slowly drawn up out of the dark water up through the little trap door to dangle dripping, suspended in mid air between the heaven of being rescued and the hell of the water that still shimmered below her. The sight and the threat of that watery grave was snatched from her sight as Ming closed the trap door. Yet he did not release her from her bounds, but left her dangling in mid air.

“ So young lady what brings you to my Castle? “

The smile that bowed Ming’s thin lips was enough to make ones blood run cold. It was enough to make De Salles the few times they had met to arrange their business affairs.

“You must be very cold in those wet leathers My dear.”

His voice was slick and oily with just a hint of a hissing lisps. As Ming spoke he slowly began to pull down the zipper of her leather tunic. Slowly her creamy ivory skin came into view, A hint of the firm curve of her breast.

“No bra what a naughty young lady your are Miss……….What’s your name?”


His lips were just a breath away from hers, slowly he leaned in closing the distance between their lips,, and Ming claimed those moist ripe lips in a dark sensual seductive and scandalous kiss, a kiss to steal away Trisha’s breath.

“Shall we get you out of these wet things before you catch your death of cold.”

It was a statement of fact rather than a question. The soft metallic whisper of her zipper caressed her ears, the cool breath of the room danced across Trisha newly bared skin, Ming’s hand cupped the girl’s now naked breast and her rolled her taunt rose pink nipple beneath the pad of his thumb as he let their scandalous kiss deepen.

For the first time in her life, Trisha truly felt helpless as this strange man put his hands on her. The instinct to kick at him, or at the very least, knee him hard in his groin filled her every nerve. Then came the kiss... More than ever she wanted to bite into his tongue as it slipped between her lips.

Instead, what happened shocked her more than words could possibly express... Her very own body betrayed her at every possible turn. It betrayed what her thoughts and demands as it responds to him. The need and desire to return his kiss won over and she whimpered into the kiss in frustration.

He didn't give her a chance to reply to his questions as he deepens the kiss and before she realized it, her back arched slightly to the pinching of her nipples. All her thoughts were cussing out her body for responding in this way. Struggling to tell her jaw to bit into his tongue, to wrap her legs around him and painfully dig her heels into his back until it broke. Sadly, the desires that the water had caused prevented her from even hurting a fly in that very moment. Trisha finally managed to break the kiss by turning her head to the side.

"Please.... I apologize for trespassing... I got lost and was just looking for shelter for the night..."

Trisha refused to give him the name he had requested, it wasn't any of his business as to what her name is. Despite her pleas, the lust laced her words and the soft panting said more than enough. The ache between tense thighs grew as he teased her nipples and her hips lightly humped at the leather.

"I am nnnnot cold... Please.. sssstop touching me... I am fine... let me go... I don't like to be touched.. ."

Her jaw chattered this time as the cold finally caught up to her and her nipples harden more to both his touch and the cold. Her shivering words said one thing, yet the soft writhing motion of her body told a completely different story. More and more her back arched to force her nipples towards him for more.

"J-j-just please.... let me go... I beg of you...This doesn't feel right... Please."

Ming felt Trisha’s body stiffen at his caress and fondling of her naked breast. He smiled as slowly sensually her moist ripe lips parted, he savored the way that her little pink tongue entwined with his in a dark seductive dance older than time, as he savored the sweetness of her chaste young mouth. What a naught little kitten this gorgeous young cat burglar was, her back arching as she pressed her firm young breasts into Ming’s hand as he pinched, rolled and tugged at her taunt little rose pink nipple.

"Please.... I apologize for trespassing... I got lost and was just looking for shelter for the night..........

“Then you must be my guest Miss?”

This gorgeous young creature’s body knew what it wanted as her hips ground and humped against the leather of her wet leather pants and each little thrust of her grinding hips worked the aphrodisiac deeper into Trisha’s hungering pussy.

"I am nnnnot cold... Please.. sssstop touching me... I am fine... let me go... I don't like to be touched……J-j-just please.... let me go... I beg of you...This doesn't feel right... Please."

The words came chattering and bubbling over Trisha’s trembling moist lips. Ming paid no attention to the bound young beauty’s stuttering pleas as he continued to maul her firm young breasts.

“But I insist you must stay Miss for the night, as I endeavor to warm you young Lady!”

Ming’s seductive little kisses traced the line of the bound girl’s jaw, they flowed down the sensual curve of her slender neck, and a lover’s nip at the hollow were Trisha’s neck and shoulder met. Those kiss caressed the young beauty’s creamy ivory skin, his kisses as light as the caress of a butterfly’s wing. Ming’s head bent to the hapless young beauty’s breast, he explored their contours with sensual little kisses seductive little nips, and erotic tonguing. Ming’s eyes lifted to Trisha’s for a moment.

“I trust you are warmer Miss!”

Ming smiled as he inhaled her throbbing nipple and drew a cool stream of air over that throbbing bud.

“Your name Miss!”

Ming once more demanded.

The tip of Ming’s tongue fluttered over the moist tip of Trisha’s nipple. Once more the soft metallic whispered to the bound beauty as Ming slid down the zipper of her leather pants. His hand slipped beneath the wet leather to cup Trisha’s lace covered pussy and his finger pressed to the girl’s throbbing clit.

“We must really get you out of these wet things My Dear.”

Trisha didn't like the things she was hearing from this strange man. Most importantly, didn't like the idea of staying here as a 'guest' while he is pawing at her body. Her legs crossed at the ankles in hope to prevent him from continuing this invasion. Truth of it all is that she was at war with her body and the more he explored her, the foggier her thoughts became.

The touch of his hand slipping into her pants caused her tense up more. Although, no matter how tight her legs crossed, she could feel those fingers exploring between them. All this did cause quite a bit of embarrassment as her cheeks flushed a deep red and her head turned away from him. She didn't wear a bra because they were restricting for what she does and she simply hated them anyway. The lacy panties were secretly making her feel sexy in a way that no man should know about. Then there was soft curly pubic hair that his fingers now felt. It wasn't bushy, in fact she kept it well trimmed in a bikini shave and the color matched the dripping wet hair on her head.

His demand to hear her name brought her back to some extent of reality and her cheeks darken more. All the while her hands were pawing at the rope in some attempt to escape the binds. Her legs tried to keep his hand from invading too much, sadly, all they managed to do is trap his hand in place.

"Yes.... I am warm now.... Will you let me go now? Is this how you treat all of your guests?"

Again, she refused to give up her name as a way of showing him that she won't give in so easily and trying to keep some sense of strength. Despite knowing she has already lost this fight with no hope of getting out here without him taking what he wants. Whatever was in that water had her body burning with a need she couldn't possibly imagine and secretly, she craved to have him touching her. His hands and mouth felt incredible and unknown to her, he could see her body begging for attention. What struggle she did muster up wasn't nearly enough to truly fight him off, if nothing else, it appeared to be accepting him with each passing second.

"I.. I do not need... to be undressed... Please...."

Trisha couldn't understand what this feeling was or how to deal with. She needed some kind of release and no matter her argument, knew that only he can provide that release. Which in turn meant she had to beg him for something and she didn't quite know what that something is.

"pleasse...."

The last word slipped out into a whisper and fell from her lips with a hidden need that she refused to beg for.

Ming smiled as Trisha tried closing her long supple legs for it only managed to trap his hand just where he wanted it as she replied

"Yes.... I am warm now.... Will you let me go now? Is this how you treat all of your guests?"

“But of course Miss for I do not wish you to catch your death of cold.”

His words were as sweet as honey and yet his dark golden eyes were emotionlessly haunting. This was a man not to toy with. Trisha’s pitiful little struggles she did muster up wasn't nearly enough to truly fight him off, if nothing else, it appeared that her treacherous young body seemed to be accepting him with each passing second.

"I.. I do not need... to be undressed... Please...."

The intoxicating fragrance of this sweet young beauty’s growing arousal filled his nostrils as this adorable little thief had made her declaration. His response was to let the tip of his tongue lazily circle the young beauty’s dusky pink areola until her pale pink rosebud nipple was a throbbing little nub before turning his attention to Trisha’s neglected nipple as he inhaled the neglected little rosebud. All the while he rolled the trapped young beauty’s throbbing clit beneath the pad of his finger.

"pleasse...."

The hapless young beauty begged her sweet angelic voice barely and audible whisper. Ming knew exactly what this trapped beauty was begging for but he would not make it easy for her.

“Please what Miss………? Oh that is right you did not give me your name.”

As he spoke his finger that was caressing and tormenting her throbbing clit slowly began to slide in and out of her tight little pussy as Ming slowly began to open Trisha up.

“I shall call you Kitten………as you seemed reluctant to give me your name.”

Yes kitten would suit this stunning little wildcat and by the time he was through with her she would be purring for him like a naughty little Kitten

The lust grew more intense than Trisha could ever possibly imagine and it quickly made her lose any resolve she had. She could barely hear him speaking when all she could barely do is whisper in between soft gasping as he kept taunting her. His fingers and mouth were like nothing she could describe and none of it brought pain. If anything, there is a hunger for more and an urge to explode from the inside. Slipping into a world of confusion, his voice kept seeping into that world and only fragments of words made their way into reality.

"Kitten..." Was among those words and it confused her as why he'd be calling her that. In her hazy mind, it almost sounded like a stripper name. Or something one would call a slut, in her world, that nickname wasn't as all that innocent coming from the mob stand point. She has seen the women they call 'Kitten' and none of them were cute and cuddly. However, she couldn't dwell on those thoughts and questions as there were more pressing matters to deal with. Most importantly, finding a way to keep fighting him and escape.

Even that fighting momentum she had slipped from her fingers as he proceeded to push his into her. Trisha's eyes grew wide at the unfamiliar intrusion and cried out in shock as he explored sweet spot. Her legs couldn't keep closed and slowly parted at the sensation they felt, one even wrapped around his waist unintentionally as she writhed. She couldn't think of anything else and when she did finally give her name, it was a mixture of whispers and gasps.

"Tri.... Trisha..... my name... is...."

Trisha couldn't finish getting the words out as she panted and gasped until she couldn't handle it anymore. Her eyes rolled shut as her head fell back and she arched painfully into an orgasm. Her juices coated his fingers while her cries echoed throughout the room.

Oh how sweetly this bound little beauty’s gorgeous young body was responding to his devilish attentions. He savored each little gasp, each little sensual moan that bubbled from her moist ripe lips and the way her leg curled around his waist drawing her virgin pussy on to his exploring fingers.

"Tri.... Trisha..... my name... is...."

The young beauty’s angelic voice trailed off in a breathy whisper as she panted and gasped until she couldn't handle it anymore.

“Trisha what a pretty name Kitten.”

Ming smiled as Trisha’s eyes fluttered closed. The young girl’s head fell back and her gorgeous young body arched so seductively head her gorgeous young body arched painfully into her first orgasm. Trisha’s arousal coated Ming’s fingers while her cries echoed throughout the room.

“My! what a wanton little creature you are Kitten.”

As Ming’s words faded he let his fingers slip from Trisha’s grasping hungering young body, leaving the young virgin so empty and so alone. He stood close enough for the young beauty to still feel the heat of his body.

“I have some things to attend to Kitten.”

Now even the heat of his body was denied to her.

He caressed Trisha’s cheek with the back of his hand.

“But not to worry Kitten I have something special for you.”

Ming smiled down into the girl’s eyes. Ming busied himself as he prepared his little surprise for Trisha. Soon the hapless young beauty felt a smooth round object pressed to her still aroused clit. Then a soft hum caressed her senses and a seductive vibration nuzzled her clit.

“Enjoy my dear.”

Ming turned on his heel and walked into the darkness. He knew that it would take the gorgeous young thief some time to free herself. He idly wondered just how many times the young virgin would cum before she escaped the first of his little rooms. He looked forward to the rooms to come and the dark pleasures he would rip from this gorgeous young girl.

Trisha couldn't believe what just happened, let alone how intense that orgasm ended up being. All her muscles ached from having to tread the water and now being stretched by a rope. Her wrists were tender with all the struggling she has done, in fact she wouldn't be surprised to find some bruising. However, none of that concerned her in those few moments of peace as he left her hanging. What did become a concern is what he left between her legs and that smile he gave just before turning to leave.

The vibrations drove her highly aroused body insane and truth be told, she couldn't get enough of the pleasure it brought. It didn't compare to his fingers, or even remotely close to anything he had done. All the same, it did have a way of distracting her with pleasure. Her hips humped towards the vibrations, legs closing tighter together to position her clit just right and all too soon, brought herself into another screaming orgasm.

This climax wasn't nearly as strong as the one he forced out of her. Although, the vibrations continued to stimulate the very sensitive clit. Trisha jerked this way and that way trying to get a break from the machine, however all that did was send her through another crashing wave of pleasure. Still, the vibrations continued endlessly and no matter how much she wanted to fight it, her body had other ideas. It accepted the pleasure, trying to manipulate where the vibrator went in order to get the most pleasure.

Eventually Trisha knew he wasn't going to come back, or at least in her mind he wasn't coming back and managed to get her brain working again. It wasn't easy with her body writhing and jerking into an orgasm every so often. Yet, she managed to kick her legs up and wrap her ankle around the slippery rope. That in itself was no easy task as each motion would push the vibrator harder against her clit. Also, the rope was still very slick with whatever oil he had put on it.

Slowly and carefully, Trisha did get free from the rope, even with trembling body not wanting to obey her. When she did land on the ground, her knees buckled and she landed on all fours panting. The action of landing made the vibrator rub against her sore clit perfectly and her screams filled the room as she rode out the orgasm. All the while one hand made its way down with every intention on removing the device he left her with.

Ming had once more melted into the shadows becoming one with them, indistinguishable from those dark shifting shadows. He loved the way his little thief twisted and turned in her pitiful little attempts to escape her bounds. He was sure that this stunning young creature would from what De Salles had told him of the girl and Miss Trisha Lockwood was proving to be a most pleasing gift.

He watched as the gorgeous young beauty’s attempts to free herself were interrupted time and again by the humming, and loving caresses of his little “Gift” to her. Each attempt was forestalled by a soul searing orgasm and yet despite these little interruptions Trisha finally did manage to free herself and drop to the floor collapsing onto her hands and knees. Her gorgeous young body was covered with a fine sheen of sweat as she struggled to catch her breath. Oh how Ming was tempted to just go to her and claim her sweet virgin’s treasure. He was about to surrender to his own dark passions when he stop himself, that would spoil the game, he could wait.

There was just a slight shimmering shifting in the deepest shadows of the room as Ming tittered on whether to claim Trisha now. As he stilled his passion the dark shadows of the room were once more stilled. Ming watched as Trisha threw her head back and screamed out her orgasm. The young beauty’s screams filled the room as she rode out that delicious orgasm. Ming watched as Trisha’s hand made its way toward his little Humming Gift . He idly wondered if this stunning young creature would cast it aside or if she would keep her little Humming lover .

No doubt it would take his clever little thief some time to find the hidden door that would lead her to the next room and her next little trail. This time she would have to be more than just a passive victim. This time she would become a more active participant in her own sexual defilement.

The mixture of exhaustion, filled with the aphrodisiac and a need for more did make reality rather difficult for Trisha. More pleasure washed through her young mind as her hand reached for his little gift. The natural idea would be to remove the tormenting toy and find a way out of this place. However, that very hand decided to actually use that toy and she pressed it harder against her clit. Even going as far as pushing it just past the entrance to pussy and moved it back and forth until she came one more time. It still did not compare to how he had made her feel, although it did do the trick of satisfying that hunger he left her with.

There was some hesitation as her fingers lingered between her legs before finally removing the little device. It fell to the floor just as she rolled onto her side to regain her breath. It didn't take much before she drifted off into a much needed nap that lasted for almost an hour. She must have been having some naughty dreams because her hands were mimicking everything Ming had done to her earlier. It was the orgasm that woke her up to face reality once more.

After waking up more and collecting herself, Trisha had the feeling that she is being watched and yet didn't see anything out of the ordinary. For a split second she could have sworn the shadows were moving, then quickly reminded herself that it was her exhausted mind playing with her. Slowly she stood up and stretched some while fixing her clothes, though she felt that would be pointless and should just remove them altogether. The idea of making this tormentor of hers work for what he wants seemed much more enjoyable to her, so she kept the leather outfit on.

The most obvious direction for her to start in is the general direction she saw him leave in. there had to be a door leading out, otherwise he would still be in here with her. But when she got to the same spot he should have left the room in, she found no indication of a door there. Her hands felt all along the walls of the corner, her feet sliding along the bottom trim in hopes to find the secret.

When she couldn't find anything in that particular corner, she followed along all the walls only to find nothing at first. Then she thought of the trap door of which she entered this room in, wondering if perhaps that was the trick to this place. OF course she couldn't use the same trap door, but perhaps there was another one like it. That's when she started to look up higher and first found nothing but a single vent. Sadly there wasn't a way for her to get to that vent, sure she could use the rope, yet it was soaked in oil and therefore useless. Anyway, that didn't matter since she didn't truly think the vent was the actual way out, just the key that opened the way.

Taking her shoe off, Trisha began to throw the shoe hard at the vents covering, making certain that it hit in different spot every time. Eventually one spot hit the trigger and a door slid open with light flickering on the other side. She assumed it was candles with the way it flickered. Instead of dwelling on what it could be, she raced through the door before giving it a chance to close. The flickering light she saw was from a fire place with a nice fire crackling inside of it. In the center was a table that displayed an array of food that she did not expect to find.

Feeling the heat of the fire caused her to shiver after realizing how cold she had gotten from the water and the many orgasms. Seeing the food had her gut growling in despair when recalling she hasn't ate anything in hours. Still, she was too cautious to accept the food and instead went to the fire place to get warmed up. All the while looking for a way out of this room. The fire being her only light, she could barely see what hid in the shadows flickering against the walls, but like the other two rooms, there were no doors. The one she came in through had closed the second she stepped through it, leaving her again with no options of escape.

A wicked smile bowed Ming’s lips as he watched his adorable little thief press his Little Gift to her throbbing clit. That smile only broadened as she began to hesitantly began to fuck her delicious little pussy with his Gift. Trisha looked so adorable as she worked his Little Gift back and forth until her gorgeous young body arched from the cold floor as she bucked and thrashed as Trisha came one more time. In the end she laid there, her supple young body shimmering in a fine sheen of sweat from her violent orgasm. The exhausted little blue eyed beauty rolled to her side panting as she struggled to catch her breath in the afterglow of her sinful ecstasy. The little thief fingers lingered between her legs before finally letting his little gift slip from her treacherous young body. A supple young body that had so embraced the forbidden pleasure his little gift had brought the young virgin. Ming watched as her eyes fluttered close and Trisha Lockwood was left to her own nightmares or dreams of what had just happened to her in this strange place.

When Trish eyes once more fluttered open the young blue eyed beauty’s body was once more in the throes of another orgasm, at the sinful pleasure that was brought to her by her own wicked fingers. Slowly she stood up and stretched sensually like a naughty little kitten, before collecting her soaking wet leather. Ming watched as the young thief began to search for away to escape the room and was quite pleased at how quickly her agile young mind found the key to escaping this seemly inescapable room. Again the use of her shoe to tripper the door release pleased him for he had his own plans for that deliciously agile, and inventive young mind.

Trisha moved with all the predatory sensual grace of a young tigress as she slipped through the door and into the next room. The young blue eyed beauty had just slipped through the door when it quickly slid closed sealing off that avenue of escape; if not for her quick mind and agile young body she would have been pinned by the door. The flickering light in this room seemed to mesmerize and draw Trisha deeper and deeper into the room until she stood before a blazing hearth.

Ming had offered this stunning little thief two choices a feast laid out on the room’s table and the warmth of the hearth, to warm her chilled body. He was quite pleased that the cautious young beauty had chosen the fire, weary of the food that had been offered her. Like the shadows Ming used the flickering flames of the fire that so seductively danced on the hearth, to watch her every move his little thief made, as he had used the shadows in the previous room. A soft seductive hum seemed to call to the young thief, caressed Trisha’s senses, a hum so like the little Gift her tormentor had left her with, yet when she turned there was nothing there. In that moment Ming slipped from the dancing flames on the hearth to the darkest shadows of the room just beyond the light of the flickering fire. He knew the sensual torment that would assault the young beauty as her wet leathered dried before the warmth of the hearth. How her blouse would squeeze her firm young breasts as it pinched her rose pink nipples. How her leather pants would cup and draw tight across her sweet little pussy forcing apart the soft coral pink folds of Trisha’s virgin pussy to assault her tender and aroused clit.

Ming waited until the warmth of the hearth had done its job. Until her wet leathers cupped and aroused her gorgeous young body as if they were a phantom lovers hands. It was then that he came to her as silent as the grave, not even the stirring of the air to let the adorable little thief know of his approach. Ming’s arms snaked around Trisha’s waist, his hand cupped her leather clad pussy and his fingers traced the outline of her virgin folds. His other hand cupped Trisha’s left breast and this fingers toyed with her pert little rosebud nipple through the ever tightening leather.

“I told you I warm you Trisha!”

Once more his knowing fingers worked to arouse the innocent young virgin as he stocked the fires he had enkindled in her gorgeous treacherous young body.

“I believe I told you young lady you would be much warmer without your clothing.”

The tip of his finger rolled the stunning little beauty’s clit beneath its pad through Trisha’s now skin tight leathers.

“Be so kind as to remove your clothing Trisha!”

His voice was as sweet as honey and yet beneath that sweetness there was an iron note in his voice. A note of command, a note that said that he was use to being obeyed. Ming turned His little captive to face him and then took a step back. Trisha was now trapped between the warmth of the hearth and the reality of her captor.

“You may begin Trisha………NOW!”

The longer she stood next to the fire, the food kept taunting her more and more. Though, the hunger soon became less of a concern when the leather once more tighten its grip. It was almost too much for her to handle and once again, she wanted to strip out of it. That was about the time her tormentor had returned, his voice in her ear and hands roaming and finding their destinations.

Trisha gasped in shock at first, then against her will, the moans of pleasure escaped from her trembling lips. Like before, her body did respond with more ease than she was mentally prepared for as her hips pushed towards his fingers. It all vanished within far too few seconds when pulled away from her and demanded his request.

Her natural response would typically be a laugh and walk away from the demands. In this case however, there is no where for her to walk away to without him being on her heels. She also knew that he held all the cards here, this is his castle after all, his playground and his rules were the only choice. Still, she hated the idea of him touching her again, despite how good it truly felt. More so hated the very idea of having him see her naked, despite already having seen more than enough from earlier.

None of that mattered now though as the idea of removing the leather sounded all too good in that very moment. Its restrictions were making it nearly impossible to breath, let alone move to fight him or run away.

"What will happen if I do remove my clothing? I do not see any other form of clothing in here, if I remain naked I will still get cold."

Of course she knew full well by now what his intentions were. The only problem is that he is toying with her and she didn't know how to put things in her advantage. He could have easily taken her in the previous room, yet all he did was toy with her then. What she didn't know however is what game he is going to play now and what the rules were.

Even with her hesitation and question, her right hand reached up and very slowly started to pull the zipper down. It felt good to lose some of the restriction as the zipper made its way past her heaving breasts.

Trisha Lock wood just stood there in her tormentors embrace. His voice in her ear, the stray hairs at the nape of her neck danced so seductively with every breath he took, and hands freely roaming over her from gorgeous young body taking his pleasure as he desired. Trisha gasped in shock at first, and then against her will, the moans of pleasure bubbled from her trembling lips. Like before, her body betrayed her and it responded with more easily than she could have guessed. Miss Lockwood was not the first young virgin to visit his castle or to fall prey to his little games. Some held Ming’s interest for a while and he soon tired of them. Others were quickly sent to those that had precious them. Though their body’s where gorgeous and supple but their minds dull and unimaginative and they bored him. Yet this young chestnut beauty was different and he found she held his interest and amused him.

“Be so kind as to remove your clothing Trisha!”

He spoke as if his command was the most natural thing. He could feel Trisha hesitating he could almost see the wheels turning in that pretty little head of hers, how to by time to work out how to escape.

"What will happen if I do remove my clothing? I do not see any other form of clothing in here; if I remain naked I will still get cold."

Ming drew her body back against his until his young captive could feel its heat feel the ridge line of his cock pressed to her heart shaped derrière.

“You may begin Trisha………NOW!”

He paused for just a moment before adding,

“You were not cold in the other room as I remember Miss in fact you were quite warm.”

He taunted Trisha as he stepped back so she could do as she had been told. Ming smiled as the stunningly little thief right hand reached up and very slowly started to pull the zipper down. He saw the relief in her smoldering blue eyes. He knew how good it must feel to loosen the tight grip of her leathers, so good to lose some of the restriction. The soft metallic whisper of the zipper was the only sound in the still room besides the crackling of the fire as the zipper made its way past Trisha’s heaving breasts. Ming smiled when his little blue eyed thief stood before him once more before him. He took Trish by the wrist and led the naked young virgin to the table. His arm swept it clear, his hands were around her trim little waist and he lifted her up on to the table. Slowly he came to her and pushed Trisha back until she was reclining, he crawled between her lily white thighs his lips kissing tonguing and nipping at the hapless beauty’s inner thighs. Ming’s tongued snaked out and he tasted his stunning little thief for the first time. He smiled as he feasted on her innocence. This time Miss Trisha Lockwood would become more than just a passive victim.

Despite having him already seen her mostly naked, it still embarrassed her to be fully nude in front of someone. The vulnerability of it didn't help either and yet, oddly enough it aroused her more. That sensation of being so vulnerable was almost addicting after spending all her life trying to be strong in every aspect. Trisha found it strange that she wanted more of his demands, to obey him instead of fight. It almost felt........ freeing... although that didn't make any sense to her.

Those little split second thoughts were quickly interrupted when he suddenly picked her up. The table suddenly clearing as if by magic, though Trisha couldn't question it, he didn't give her time. Each little nip he gave brought out two reactions, the natural jerking of both wanting to get away. Followed by the giggle fits as it tickled more than she could ever thought possible. In that moment she couldn't escape his grasp if she tried as he had her squirming and giggling.

Even that moment ended all too soon when suddenly his mouth kissed a more intimate area. Again her first initial reaction should have been to push him away, to kick against his head. Anything to fight him off.... Nothing happened though. She was now more curious about him. So far he hasn't done anything to truly harm her. In fact all he seemed to want to do is bring her pleasure. Of course she knew eventually he would demand pleasure in return. But it was in the way he gave pleasure that triggered her curiosity. Like a drug, she needed more of it, wanted more.

Still, she couldn't just simply let him have what he wants without some kind of fight. Even a weak lame fight will be enough to make her happy. Despite how good it felt and she knew full well her body language is telling him all he needs to know.

"It was your body heat that kept me warm.... I am much colder now..."

She reached down to weakly push his head away, though her legs curled over his shoulders to keep him though. However, she meant it appear as if she was trying to close her legs to block him.

"This isn't how you warm up a guest.."

Another lie seeped through her little gasps and moans while her hips raised for more.

Ming loved the sweetness of his little thief’s succulent virgin pussy. He remembered how this young beauty had blushed the most delicious shade of pink as Trisha had once more stood before him in all her youthful naked glory. As his tongue fluttered over the young beauty’s hooded clit he remembered how her soft azure eyes smoldered with the girl’s growing arousal. Yet in that moment of unguarded arousal Ming saw something else in those smoldering azure depths. He had seen her curiosity, he had seen a wantonness, he had seen how she desired to be free, to be just a girl and not the cunning little thief she had become.

Ming loved the way Trisha’s gorgeous young body had reflexively jerked as he nibbled her velvet inner thigh, the girlish giggles that bubbled from her moist ripe lips and the sharp gasp when he had first tasted her virginal innocence. Ming savored the summer wine sweetness of her delicious little pussy. The way her legs draped over his shoulders, Trisha’s thighs pressed to her firm proud breasts as the young beauty gasped,

"It was your body heat that kept me warm.... I am much colder now..."

It was almost laughable the way her dainty little hands reached down to weakly push his head away, though her long athletic legs curled over his shoulders to keep him right where he was. The way his little thief tried so hard to make it appear as if she was trying to close her legs to block him. Yet her childish games did not fool her tormentor for a moment, the dark musky intoxicating scent of her arousal filled his nostrils. Trisha’s sweet little pussy and her gorgeous supple young body told him all he needed to know.

"This isn't how you warm up a guest.."

Another lie seeped through her little gasps and moans of sinful pleasure while her undulating young hips raised as her treacherous young body begged for more. Ming lifted his head from Trisha’s delicious pussy, her own arousal shining on his face made it quite clear that he knew she was lying to him.

“But your much warmer now Trisha despite your lack of clothing.”

He taunted the needy young beauty. Before his little thief could deny what he said his head dipped once more to that delicious little pussy, as Ming began in earnest to seduce this stunning young beauty.
His seduction centered on Trisha’s, now, throbbing clit. His mouth, lips, tongue and teeth coaxed that little pearl of passion from its hooded hiding place. Time and again he drove the hapless young beauty to the very edge of that dark abyss that promised such forbidden and sinful pleasure. With a flick of his tongue Ming drove Trisha over the edge as she was engulfed in a soul searing orgasm. The young thief body bucked in thrashed in unimagined pleasure. Nothing in her young life had prepared Trisha for the pleasure that now coursed through every fiber of her young body. Ming then effortlessly ripped a series of cascading orgasm from the little thief’s supple young body until she lay spent and exhausted on the table. Trisha’s gorgeous young body shimmered in a fine sheen of sweat; her soft chestnut hair lay in wild disarray, a silken halo framing her angelic face. He watched as Trisha breathing slowly returned to normal.

“Trisha I have pleased you and know you shall please as I have pleased you!”

Before the young girl could say a word Ming pressed a single finger to her moist ripe lips to silence any questions or protests.

“ You have pleased a man with your sweet little mouth before Trisha.”

When Ming saw his little thief’s worried look and a shadow of fear in those stunningly expressive blue eyes. He smiled wickedly down into their smoldering azure depths

“ Have no fear my dear I shall teach you how to please me.”

Ming drew back and stood before the fire on the hearth fully clothed.

“Come to me Trisha and kneel before me.”

She really did want to protest against the things he said. Her flawless skin broke out in chills as the pleasure rose higher and higher, something she could have used in her argument. But they both knew those chills were not from being cold. She cried and writhed in more pleasure than she knew what to do with. It was more incredible than what he had done earlier. He somehow managed to make the outside world disappear and he quickly became the center of it.

Of course she could never fall in love with someone like him, or have a deep connection as she knew his type all to well. It was feeding off the pleasure he provided that she would fall in love with, already craving for more of which she truly didn't understand.

After so many orgasms later, tears and sweat streaking down her cheeks, it all ended and she collasped sprawled out on the table. Shivers from the aftermath took hold of her for several long moments before she finally calmed down off her high. Then there it was, his voice breaking through her peaceful haze, demanding the pleasure in return. She did expect as much..... eventually.... but she didn't expect this to be his request.

Trisha blushed deeply when he asked if she's ever used her mouth for pleasure. Clearly that blush and shyness was all the answer he needed.

"Will you shove it down my throat? I have seen what you men do to women... I will bite if you force it on me..."

Trisha warning was sharp and clear, though not unwilling to obey as she slid off the table. Her limbs still weak from the recent experience, though she shyly went to her knees. Slowly and cautiously crawled towards him without ever looking up to meet gaze. She didn't understand why she is obeying this monster of a man, couldn't understand what it was about him that made her WANT to obey.

"Will you let me go if I do this for you?"

She already knew the answer, yet the question slipped through her lips all the same.

Ming savored the tears and sweat stained Trisha’s cheeks, as her pleasure drugged mind seemed to rebel at what she had let him do to her, and all that without the slightest bit of resistance to his advances. Now it was all over and gorgeous little thief lay collapsed and sprawled out on the table as if she was the most delicious of meals, a meal that this creature had so freely feasted on. Trisha basked in the heady aftermath of her sexual ecstasy for several long moments, when his voice came to his adorable little thief, a soft seductive command.

“Trisha I have pleased you and know you shall please as I have pleased you!..........


Trisha blushed deeply when he asked if she's ever used her mouth for pleasure. Clearly that blush and shyness was all the answer he needed.

"Will you shove it down my throat? I have seen what you men do to women... I will bite if you, if force it on me..."

Ming did not answer Trisha, he would let her have this moment of rebellion, for he knew that his little thief had already lost the battle of wills. Trisha warning had been sharp and clear, even as she slid off the table, and once more showed that she was not really unwilling to obey.

The young beauty shyly went to her knees, her movement sensual, seductive, and possessed of a natural fluid grace. Ming watched as his little thief slowly and cautiously crawled to him on her hands and knees, she demurely kept her soft blue eyes lowered as if she was terrified to meet his gaze. Ming could see the struggle between her firry spirit and her need to fight back and curiosity that he had awaken in her agile young mind and what her treacherous young body wanted. He could see that Trisha could not understand why she is obeying him, couldn't understand what it was about him that made her agile young mind WANT to obey.

"Will you let me go if I do this for you?"

Ming did not answer the little thief question but rather smiled down at the innocent young beauty that was kneeling so demurely before him.

“Trisha I can see you have never done this before.”

It was a simple statement of fact not an accusation. The back of his hand caressed her flawless cheek.

“ Open my trousers and take my cock out”

His cock sprung out at her like a cobra ready to strike. It swayed before the girl’s soft blue eyes, just like a serpent holds the bird in its mesmerizing gaze before it strike. Then softly his voice, just at the edge of her mind, began to instruct her on how to please him with her sweet virgin mouth. The words came to the little thief,

Moisten your lips……….kiss the velvet tip…………let your little pink tongue swirl around the shaft as if you were licking and ice cream cone……… Now open your mouth Trisha.

Ming’s cock slipped between the little thief moist ripe lips, “O”ed around the shaft of his cock. It was time for that moment of truth when Ming himself had to decide if he would continue to seduce the young girl or brutally claim her sweet virgin mouth and throat. In the end seduction won out.

His soft mesmerizing voice continued to play at the edge of Trisha’s consciousness as he instructed her on how to please him. He praised her every little success, patiently corrected her when she failed in a task he set her. His fingers ran through her silken hair, he lip it drip from his fingertips as if it was liquid gold. Soon the velvet tip of his cock nudged the back of her mouth. It was now time for Ming to take Trisha to the next step in orally pleasing him with her sweet virgin mouth.

It didn't surprise her any that he gave no response to her questions and all it did is leave her hanging with both fear and curiosity. If he did truly force it down, would she honestly bite him? She has seen how the mob guys do this sort of thing to their sluts and half the time they couldn't even breathe. Which didn't give them much of a chance to bite or fight as they struggled for air instead. Trisha wasn't a stupid girl, she may not have experienced sexual things herself, but the men that raised her were far from shy in their sexual acts.

Here she is resting on her knees just as one their sluts would be doing. For some reason that very thought sent a shiver down her spine as she slowly reached up. She didn't want to obey and more than anything wanted to keep resisting to make him work harder for this. However, her hands acted on their own and she knew deep down that it was far too late to resist now as her curiosity is winning this battle. When she did free him from the confines of the trousers, what came out did mesmerize her more than she thought possible. In fact she couldn't resist the temptation to touch it, letting her fingers trail along the length until his voice was heard once more.

In that split second she retracted her fingers with hesitation and a deeper flush kissed her cheeks after realizing what she was doing. Wetting her lips seemed impossible with how dry her mouth was, almost wishing she had something to drink first, though she still didn't trust him. She managed to do as he instructed though and with much hesitation put her lips to the very tip of his cock. It practically burned with its heat and the scent overwhelmed her senses more than she could possibly admit too. Without a second thought she nuzzled the velvety tip before her tongue slipped between her lips.

Trisha obey his every instruction, finding it a little surprising that he is allowing her to take her time and didn't seem to get impatient with her. Half way through the process she slipped into a very submissive state that aroused her like nothing before. Her groans vibrated from deep in her throat as she suckled on the head. Before long she wanted more and didn't realize that she was pushing him deeper into her throat.

The gagging naturally happened and she choked a couple of times from it. Yet, it didn't stop her from continuing as her submission took over. Perhaps deep down, subconsciously she knew he would want her to take more with or without her willingness to do so. Whether it was out of sheer submission or a little bit of rebelling, she didn't want to let things get that far and make his impatience show. In the end, he knew that it is her submissive side taking over as she willingly pushed herself to take him deeper.

She had come to him on her hands and knees like a naughty little tigress. Ming could see the war that ragged within this stunning young creature as she came to him. He could see in the smoldering depth of her expressive blue eyes his little thief’s desire to fight him tooth and nail, and something else something darker her need to submit. As Trisha obey his every instruction, he wondered if this stunning young creature even recognize what was driving her to obey, no matter her desire to resist, to fight.

His soft mesmerizing voice continued to play at the edge of Trisha’s consciousness, as he instructed her on how to please him. He praised her every little success, patiently corrected her when she failed in a task he set her. His fingers ran through her silken hair, he let it drip from his fingertips as if it was liquid gold. He flooded her body with evermore physical stimulation, and yet just as important he flooded her agile young mind with his praise and pleasure with her. Soon the velvet tip of his cock nudged the back of her mouth. It was now time for Ming to take Trisha to the next step in orally pleasing him with her sweet virgin throat.

Ming was pleasantly surprised as Trisha, on her own, took him tentatively into her tight little throat. There came a moment when this adorable young thief gagged. Ming was ready for her to rebelled to fight this humiliation, but again to his surprise Trisha redoubled her efforts to take him ever deeper into her sweetly vibrating and massaging throat. Though Trisha was more than willing to please him with her sweet virgin mouth and throat, yet her inexperience at the art of deep throating was clearly visible. Once more his soft mesmerizing voice came to her, yet this time there was a subtitle note of command.

“Breathe through your nose Trisha…………. Relax………tilt your head back……..”

Trisha took him ever deeper into that tight heavenly throat of hers, until his wiry groin was pressed to his little thief button nose. Again his words of praise and his pleasure with her caressed Trisha’s senses. It was if she was the most pleasing of women and he was so very proud of her. When he spoke again it was a warring.

“ I am going to cum soon Trisha………….”

He paused for a moment before continuing as he fought his own dark urges, what a pleasing temptress this young beauty was in her innocent submission to his will.

“……..Shall I cum in your mouth and throat, or shall I cum on your face and breasts?”

He left the choice with his little thief.

Although Trisha struggled at times with his instructions, she did manage to be a quick learner and tried her best to please him. Her submissive side fell into the motion of sucking on him, going up and down the length while taking in more each time. By the time she felt the little hairs tickling her nose, she was panting harder than ever through her nose.

Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks as she glanced up to meet his gaze. Perhaps it was to seek approval, after all his praises did encourage her on a level she couldn't possibly begin to understand. Or perhaps his warning and giving her a choice is what caused her to look up. Confused by having such a choice when every second she kept expecting him to just do his thing.

Despite struggling with the sheer size of his thickness and length, she did try her hardest to think of what to do. Feeling him swell in her throat cut that thinking down quite a bit. She finally recalled watching on of the whores do something that the henchman seemed to enjoy. She honestly didn't think, nor know if she, herself will enjoy it or not. But she did know she couldn't handle his cock now, let alone handle anything that out of it.

She suckled on him for a couple more moments, clearly enjoying herself more than she ever expected to, the little squirm in her hips proved as much. Slowly she pulled herself off his cock and leaned back onto her heels, taking on last cautious, yet lustful gaze at him. She closed her eyes and open her mouth, reaching up to present her breast to him. None of her actions made sense to her, but if it keeps her from getting into trouble or from angering him, she was willing to take the risk.