Opensesame54321
Lost in Limbo
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This man, this foreigner that now owned her, reminded her of the snake in the Garden of Eden, speaking quietly and hypnotizing her. Giving her a choice, with either choice the devil’s own, he waited for her decision.
There was no fight in her as her turned her around, almost as if he already knew her decision. Before her sat the torture machine - a machine that supposedly could rape her for hours on end, full of unlimited energy. She felt her sex clench in response to just the thought of more time sitting on that bench.
His body was pressed against her back, the warmth of his skin pressed against her skin scared her. Hands slowly caressed her body, making her shiver as he cupped her breast. Fingers found her nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. Her body felt like it could scream, his touch almost painful though she knew her body bore no bruises.
His breath brushed against her neck, hot and wicked and hellish. But what scared her was feeling of his large member pressing against her buttocks, as if eager to have her and that dark and forbidden place on her body.
There was no respite, no relief, no rescue. No knight on a white steed, no way out. The devil and the deep blue sea. But she felt that she could not handle another session on that ungodly machine.
your choice Miss McGhee?
Again, like the snake in the Garden of Eden, his voice soft and deadly sounded in her ear and her stomach dipped at the thought of just what she had to decided. Like the decisions she had to make on the steamer with the pirates, one or many? Here it was machine or buttocks? Still, no matter how she looked at it, she really had no decision at all, since ‘No’ was never an option.
Yet despite what she faced, her sex or her buttocks, her body seemed to feel as if awakened from a deep sleep. Her skin tingled wherever his body touched her body, her heart raced as he touched her, as he spoke to her. Energy seemed to shoot through her body as his fingers played with her breast, her nipples puckering and hardening to his touch. Goosebumps rose where his breath played upon her neck.
Her breath shakily passed through her lips before she spoke. Nodding, she answered. “My...buttocks, Sir.”
There was no fight in her as her turned her around, almost as if he already knew her decision. Before her sat the torture machine - a machine that supposedly could rape her for hours on end, full of unlimited energy. She felt her sex clench in response to just the thought of more time sitting on that bench.
His body was pressed against her back, the warmth of his skin pressed against her skin scared her. Hands slowly caressed her body, making her shiver as he cupped her breast. Fingers found her nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. Her body felt like it could scream, his touch almost painful though she knew her body bore no bruises.
His breath brushed against her neck, hot and wicked and hellish. But what scared her was feeling of his large member pressing against her buttocks, as if eager to have her and that dark and forbidden place on her body.
There was no respite, no relief, no rescue. No knight on a white steed, no way out. The devil and the deep blue sea. But she felt that she could not handle another session on that ungodly machine.
your choice Miss McGhee?
Again, like the snake in the Garden of Eden, his voice soft and deadly sounded in her ear and her stomach dipped at the thought of just what she had to decided. Like the decisions she had to make on the steamer with the pirates, one or many? Here it was machine or buttocks? Still, no matter how she looked at it, she really had no decision at all, since ‘No’ was never an option.
Yet despite what she faced, her sex or her buttocks, her body seemed to feel as if awakened from a deep sleep. Her skin tingled wherever his body touched her body, her heart raced as he touched her, as he spoke to her. Energy seemed to shoot through her body as his fingers played with her breast, her nipples puckering and hardening to his touch. Goosebumps rose where his breath played upon her neck.
Her breath shakily passed through her lips before she spoke. Nodding, she answered. “My...buttocks, Sir.”