Friday Night

[cgraven]

Friday night date night how I remember those days, coming in from work a shower fresh shave getting dressed, a quick call to make sure all was still on. small talk then out to the car jump in and off to pick her up for a night on the town, a little something to eat , a movie or dancing. Yes Friday night date night the end of the work week time for fun

That’s how it was but the years, a failed marriage, and a bitter devoice had changed all that, Friday night was now just another night. A night spent at the local gin mill soaking up the boozes, watching the young couples dance laugh, tease each other, and kiss, as they danced. I was a drifter to them few people even remembered I had once lived here as a kid. Uncle jack’s old house, up on Canyon road the only reason I was back. Back to call that old run down isolated ranch home. Hell it wasn’t much but I could afford it on my retirement pay. No more drifting a place to hang my hat.

Closing the bartender chases us out, I slip on my jacket the wind has turned cold, and I am a bit unsteady on my feet.

“Hay Mike some coffee to go or else the sheriff will be putting me up for the night.”

I drink the coffee out in the old beater of a truck. 2:30 in the morning I better get home. Headed north 20 miles from town I see a car by the side of the road. The hoods up but no sign of the driver I slow down and pull in behind it.

 

[Shoty98]

Samantha

I took a good look at my reflection in the front window at the service sation, who new at twenty-five that my life would be so utterly boring. I ran a free hand through my flaming red hair and turned to ask the attendant to check the oil in my old clunker. Evening was upon the town and ther was a bit of a chill in the air and I wondered briefly if I should change, put on something a bit warmer. I shrugged the thought away, if everything else in my car broke, the heater never failed me.

When everything was topped off I paid the attendent and climbed in. I stole a quick peek in the rear-view mirror, then pulled my sunglasses down over the emerald green orbes that stared back at me. I started out through town and found the Canyon road and began what I was sure would be a long reluctant journey home. I had no desire to go home, but also no desire to go back to my mother's, so I had picked out the longest route.

As I drove down the old road my thoughts wandered to the bland, boring welcome home I would recieve from my spouse. "Hi, back already?" I could hear his voice as though I was already home, a sneer of utter disappointment. A shutter racked my entire being at the thought of it, what was I doing going home? If I never returned he would probably never notice. I was pulled from my thoughts by the sound of my car spitting and sputtering, quickly I pulled it off the side of the road and pulled the hood latch. Nothing looked out of the ordinary under there, but the radiator hissed fiercely at me. "Great, just great. In the middle of nowhere you decide to take a crap." I yelled at the beast of a car as though it had a life of it's own, and kicked it once in the front bumper.

After a few minutes of ranting and raving I hobbled back to the door and climbed in, there was still a bit of light left maybe someone would pass by and give me a lift back to town. I waited, watching and hoping clear into the evening hours, finally I rolled up the window and curled up on the front seat. Giving into the fact no one was going to come by tonight and I was going to have to sleep here. I pulled my jacket from the back seat and draped it around my upper body, my legs were bare and a bit chilled but that wouldn't matter after sleep took over. Lost in blissful sleep I had not heard anything pass my car or even pull up behind it...

 

[cgraven]

God it is cold must be 20 degrees, what the hell is a car doing out here at this time of night. Damn better see if the driver is around.

Climbing out of the old truck a flash light in hand I shine it into car no one there. Walking around to the engine I hold my hand above the block not heat, touching it , hell it’s cold who ever owns this baby ran into trouble long ago.

I go back to take a closer look and there curled up on the front seat is a woman, asleep out here in the middle of nowhere. Using the flash light I rap on the driver’s widow.

Mam ……Mam…….. Are you all right?

Nothing I shout and bang on the widow. She stirs and the little green summer dress is ridden high up her thigh revealing as supple and firm leg and I feel an old stirring and old hunger begin to build.

 

[Shoty98]

Samantha

I awoke with a start, someone banging on something. For the moment I was disoriented "If that pesky neighbor is building some new contraption before dawn I am going to kill him." I thought silently. Reluctintly I opened my eyes, glancing around I found myself not at home, but in the front seat of my car. It all came back to me, the trip, the car breaking down.

When I realized someone had finally passed and stopped I slid my legs over the front of the seat and pulled myself to sitting. I left my jacket in my lap, where it had fallen and ran a hand through tangled red hair. At that moment I should have been worried about what kind of person was standing outside my car, but my eagerness to get back to town and find a nice warm bed for the night took over. With my jacket clutched in my hand I opened the door and climbed out .

The air was cold outside the car, it gripped my bare shoulders with it's chill. I shuddered softly as a breeze blew past and slipped gracefully into my jacket. The whole time the flashlight shown in my eyes, I held up a hand to shield my eyes from the offending light.

"Excuse me, could you point that thing someplace else? Maybe you could help me. My car broke down and I need a ride back to the town, find a nice warm place to sleep for the night and call the tow truck in the morning? I have money, I could pay you for your trouble." I stood there shivering slightly, hoping that this person would help me out.

 

[cgraven]

There is movement in the car, god she was beautiful and that red hair, her breasts stood out firm and gently rounded, her waist trim and narrow, legs that where shapely and athletic. She was the kind of woman women dream about. The door opens her bare shoulders soft and creamy, the chill night air causes her nipples to stand out taunt straining against the thin cotton summer dress. She demurely slips on the jacket in her hands. Covering those tempting nipples, and soft shoulders.

"Excuse me, could you point that thing someplace else? Maybe you could help me. My car broke down and I need a ride back to the town, find a nice warm place to sleep for the night and call the tow truck in the morning? I have money, I could pay you for your trouble."

“Sorry Miss ‘ As the light drops from her eyes it plays over her supple body and that old stirring is now a driving need. I wet my lips as my mind works over time.

“Town is shut up tight now, everything closed down tighter than a drum…… Its three o’clock in the morning.”

I let my words slowly sink in. her fragrance carried to me on the night air is intoxicating.


“I live about three miles from here. Up one of the side canyons. You are welcome to a blanket and the couch and you can make your call in the morning…………. Or if you rather you can spent the night here with your car….. Sorry not much of a mechanic, a total loss when it comes to these things.

I voice is light, full of concern, the bait to build trust for this cutie. My mind racing ahead to my plans for her.

 

[Shoty98]

Samantha

As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I didn't notice the flashlight beam as travelled up and down my frame. My thoughts were souly on what the man had just said. 'How could the town be closed up, even at three in the morning.' I thought silently, but then I remembered it wasn't all that big a town.

With the warmth and what I thought to be true concern in his voice, I began to feel that I didn't have anything to fear. After all he had come upon me sleeping in my car, easily he could have hurt me then, but didn't. 'And how' I thought to myself 'could it be harmful to sleep on his couch and call tomorrow.' It...was as simple as that.

I sighed softly and tugged my jacket around me tighter "I would very much appreciate a warm place to sleep tonight if your sure it is not too much trouble. I fear I would freeze to death out here." I hesitated for a moment, the thought of leaving my car out here in the middle of nowhere, the thought of vandals having their way with it. Quickly the thought was diminished by the memory of sitting out here for hours and he being the only on to pass by.

"My car should be fine out here, right?!" I asked this dark figure, who seemed to have strong features. While I awaited his answer I turned and reached into my car, leaning over to reach the keys and into the back seat to retrieve my duffle bag. Once both were retrieved I scanned the car and realised there was nothing of value in it, I righted myself and closed the door.

"Your sure it's no trouble Sir?"

 

[cgraven]

I watched with avid interest as the young redhead bent over the back set to retrieve her meager belongings. God what a sight as her skirt rode high up her legs. The fight not to return to the dark days of my past was lost as her well rounded derrière swayed back and forth as she went about the task of collecting her belongings and securing her car.

“No,…… no trouble at all,Miss.............?”

The questioned lingered in the air .

“My name is Dave Brown. And yours is?”

We rode along through the dark cold gloom of night on the high desert. Small talk light airy, designed to put this little redhead at ease. About a mile or so on we truned off Cayon road and up a winding side road into the tall and uncut for about 5 more miles till we came to the old stone ranch that dated back to the first settlers and the days of apache raids. The ranch house was part home part fort. I pulled the old truck around back.

‘Well here we are. Collect your things and come on in.”

It was about an hour or so before dawn and it was very cold now.

“I am going to put some coffee on now. Would you like a cup?”

 

[Shoty98]

Samantha

Laying out on the beach in mid-summer, sitting at the hearth with a blazing fire, wrapped in a thick wool blanket, enjoying the hot water of a jacuzzi....

“My name is Dave Brown. And yours is?”

I started and blushed, the pink in my cheeks turning to a deep red. "I...um...I'm sorry. Samantha Winters." I could not believe I had been so rude. Not paying attention to the man who was kind enough to take me in, instead thinking of things that were warm to take the bite out of the cold night air. I smiled a bit of a lop-sided smile and climbed in the truck.
When we first started out, all the questions that should have been running through my mind before I accepted his offer, were now running through my head. Tensely, at first, I carried on a conversation with him. The calm in his voice and the light and airy conversation began to break through the tension and soon all the questions were tossed aside. For but a moment I felt foolish for being nervous and frightened.
I was in complete awe as the old stone building emerged from the shadows, shoftly illuminated by the bit of the moon that shown. It was a stunning sight, as he pulled the truck around the back, the home seemed to be nearly untouched from the years it had seen. Grabbing my duffelbag from the floorboard of the truck I climbed out and followed in Dave's wake, into the house.
"Mr. Brown, I would love a cup of coffee, and I can not thank you enough for opening your home to me." I stood there for a moment taking in the look of the place, and shivering from the cold that had seeped clear to my bones. I sighed softly and set my bag down on the floor, removing my jacket and laying it over the back of the couch I pulled up a chair at the kitchen table and studied his back while he made coffee.
"This is a beautiful place, did you buy it? Or has it been passed down through your family?"

 

[cgraven]

Samantha Winters, I resist the line “Come in to my parlor said the spider to the fly.”.

"Mr. Brown, I would love a cup of coffee, and I can not thank you enough for opening your home to me."

Oh you will thank me my dear I think to myself as I make the coffee.

"This is a beautiful place, did you buy it? Or has it been passed down through your family?"

“Oh the house Miss Winters, or is it Misses Winters?... Has been in the family for about 100 years, before that it was Spanish… I believe one of the original homes of this area. More a fortress than home.”

I continue the small talk putting my “Guest” at ease.

“Cream and Sugar for your coffee?. Oh could you check the door and see if I bolted it?”

as she goes to check I slip a little something special in her coffee. It will help her sleep deeply.

Time passes as we drink our coffee, and I watch poor little Samantha eyes grow heavy and the cup slip from her hand.

 

[Shoty98]

Samantha

"It's misses...but please call me Samantha or Sam." A soft shudder ran through my body with the thought of my husband and the chill I still felt. I ran my hands up and down my arms and looked about, taking in the rustic beauty of the old kitchen and living room.

"Well, Mr. Brown, fortress or not, a hundred years plus it is still magnificent. I must admit I have a bit of a soft spot for old places." Feeling at home in this place, with this strange man made me a bit nervous. "Just a few hours of sleep, then a phone call and you'll be on your way." Is what I kept telling myself silently.

I rose from the table, thinking no more about it for a moment, and walked to the door. "Just a bit of sugar, please." I turned the bolt and heard the lock click into place, the fact escaped my attention, that he lived so far out why he felt the need to have the door bolted. The light ringing of a spoon in a mug filled my ears and drowned out the thought. I went back to the table and curled up on the chair once more, taking the cup of coffee from Dave's outstretched hand. "Thank you." I said softly cupping the mug in both hands and sipping from it. It wasn't long before I could feel the warmth radiating outward from my hands and my stomach, warming me entirely.

Feeling more calm by the minute with the conversation, the coffe and Dave's deep voice, I began to feel the weight of sleep hovering and descending over me like night fall. I asked him a few questions about his home, wanting to know more about it's history. My vision and my mind were blurring with sleep, I could hardly recall what we had been talking about. That scared me a bit and it was then I felt I should finish the coffee and settle into sleep. I drank down the last of the coffee in my cup and felt the blackness consume me, the last and only sound I heard was that of glass shattering.

Suddenly I felt light, floating, like I was being carried. In sleep the thought never registered, it was soon consumed by an image that came in the form of a dream. A dream so many women had, that stemmed from reading far to many romance novels, that a night in shinning armor would sweep them off their feet. A twinge, tugged deep down somewhere, trying to tell me something was amiss. A soft smile turned at the corner's of my lush pink lips, the thought banished and replaced by the darkness as I slipped in the deepest depths of sleep.

 

[cgraven]

"It's misses...but please call me Samantha or Sam."…….. Just a bit of sugar, please."………..

So the small talk went till the drugged laced coffee took its effect on this gorgeous red head. It had been years sense I had stocked the deserted roads of the are for runaway’. They had proved to be a very good source to feed my peculiar appetites. I stood hovering over Samantha a hint of a smile played on her soft pink lips as I gathered her into my arms and carried her down to my “Play Room.”.

I Laid Samantha on the St Andrews cross. Quickly binding her hands above her head, her shoes I slip from her feet, her trim ankles bound in place. The motions quick efficient well practiced from my dim past. Her red hair a flaming halo the temptation to star hard to resist, yet resist I do. Waiting for the drug to wear off for Samantha to be once more full awake and with me.

As she begins to softly moan I bring her to the up right position, the wait of her body was on her captive wrists, and my lips brush hers in a tender Kiss.

“Samantha it is time to play my dear. Now wake up.”

I watch as her eyes flutter open.

 

[Shoty98]

Samantha

The dull throbbing in my head and the slightly painful cramp in shoulders brought me forth from the blackness. As of yet I couldn't pull my eyes open, I moaned softly and tried to move, to find a more comfortable position and drift back off to sleep. It didn't work, and soon I found an dull pain and excruciating weight on my wrists. A warmth swept over my lips, then a warm but firm voice spoke...

“Samantha it is time to play my dear. Now wake up.”

I willed myself to open my eyes. Things were fuzzy and out of focus for the first moments or so. I didn't know where I was, for a moment I felt disoriented. "Wher am I?" my voice was soft and raspy, laced with sleep. My eyes began to focus more and I saw a man in front of me. It hit me then, my car breaking down, this man, what was his name? I thought hard for a moment Dave....that's it Dave had stopped to help me out. I smiled a sleepy smile "How long have I been asleep?" I asked him, my voice a little more clear this time. I tried to move again, but couldn't. I looked at him with a look of desperation "Why can't I...." the words stopped there as I watched the smile creep over his face. I let my gaze fall from his, leaned my head forward and tried my best to look up.
From the corner of my eye I saw my bound wrists. My heart began to pound in my chest, my breathing a little labored with the anger that coursed through me. "What in the name of god is this all about? Let me go now!" I commanded as my gaze and position moved back to face him. My eyes darkened with anger. "You...you...." I was so angry and afraid, but I caught my tongue thinking it would not be wise in my postion, to anger him. I calmed myself the best I could and spoke again "Let me go now please."

 

[cgraven]

"Why can't I....……. "What in the name of god is this all about? Let me go now!"……….. "You...you........ "Let me go now please."

I watch the play of emotion as they cross Samantha face. Fist confusion as the drug wears off then anger turning her cheeks as crimson as her red locks then the effort to calm herself, to fight back the anger and the growing fear I see in her eyes. My eyes never leave hers, they are steady, unblinking, and devoid of emotions, and they seem to pierce to Samantha’s very soul seeking the hidden desires and fears that lay there.

I am dressed in a long black flowing silk robe of oriental design, my hand reaches out to gentle stroke Sam’s hair and cheek, and a wry smile plays at the corner of my mouth.

“ Let you go now?…………… But Samantha It is time we got to know reach other ……..shall we say more intimately.”

My eyes holds Sam’s captive, like a snake hold the sparrow, just before striking. My hands travel from her cheek down her supple form caressing the contours of her body through the thin cotton sun dress. My touching is tender, gentle and sensual.

“ Ummmm very nice Samantha, you keep your body in very good shape dear.”

A small knife arrears from the recess of my silk sleeve, I twist its point on my finger letting the reflected light bounce off the sharp blade. Two flicks of the wrist and the thin straps of Sam’s dress are parted. The edge bites in at the helm of her dress and the material parts with a warping sound, soon the tatter remains of the dress hang limp and useless behind Sam.

My eyes play over her nubile body and I smile.

“Yes it is time to play Samantha”

The blade slowly moves towards the straps of her bra.

 

[Shoty98]

Samantha

I trembled with anger, fear and humiliation, as I felt the caress of the cool air against my bare skin. I was finally able to unlock my gaze from his, I was more afraid because that gaze of his had been void of everything. Even the smile that curled his lips and the sweep his eyes took over my body hadn't set off a hint of emotion.
My heart pounded in my chest and reverberated through my being to fill my head. It was relentless and only yielded slightly to let each phrase he had spoke in to mingle with it's sound. I watched in silence as the blade came up once more. I was afraid that with the rapid rise and fall of my chest, in the process of breathing, that the knife might cute elsewhere.
There was an eerie silence in the room when I held my breath. He ran the blade flatly across my skin, to come up beneath the strap of my bra. Turned it blade out and in just a moment the thin strap of material was severed. I wasn't going to breath again until the knife was far away from my flesh. It didn't take long before he slid the knife benath the opposite strap to severe it, then moved on to what remained.
I looked down at my own form as the last of the cloth was cut away and fell shamelessly to hang with what was left of my dress. I growled with the sight of it all, raising my head to meet his gaze I spit at him and began a useless struggle and tiraid, my mind blurting out whatever popped into it..
"Bastard.....You can't do this!....Who in the hell do you think you are....let me go...You won't get away with this, somone will come looking for me, then you've had it......" During that explosion I felt my face get redder with the anger that coursed through me, but my tiraid had been stopped short by fear. The look he had given, literally scared the dickens out of me. My breath was ragged, my arms throbbed with pain and my hands with a dull ache of numbness as I watched him. Waiting for whatever the reprocution would be for my outburst.


Dam typos!!! lol

 

[cgraven]

The last of Samantha’s tattered clothing falls away reviling her youthful supple body in its naked glory. Her head lowers then she lifts her head fire in her eyes and she spits at me. I turn my head just in time, Samantha’s spittle runs down my cheek as she lashes out

"Bastard.....You can't do this!....Who in the hell do you think you are....let me go...You won't get away with this, someone will come looking for me, then you've had it......"

She struggles against her bounds. Her pale skin turning crimson with her efforts. Samantha’s defiant spirit sets my eyes blazing with lust for her. Yes she will be worth the challenge, I’ll turn that very spirit to my advantage.


My hands are entwined in her hair as I force her lips to mine, she gasps in pain, and kiss her deeply. Breaking the kiss before she has time to react.

“I think I shall call you Sam.”

I stand back and openly admire her naked form commenting on its grace of line, and youthful beauty.

“Sam Who is going to miss you?.... and if they do where will they look,……….Where will they search?”


A cruel smile twists my lips.

“I tell you Sam ……….. Miles from here where your broken down car is.”

I pause again

“ And there is no sign of foul play, they will search and conclude you wandered off in to the high desert … just another foolish woman who didn’t have the sense to stay with her car and wait for help to come.”


I pull on the chains by the cross that Sam is bound to and slowly it is tilled back to a reclining position. I look down upon her prostrate from completely at my mercy. I busy my self pulling away the offending remains of her garments till all that is left is Samantha’s naked bound form.

“Now it is time to play Sam…………. Tell me what you want me to do to you 1st?...... oh letting you go is not an option dear Sam…… Either you tell me or I shall have to think of something on my own.”

 

[Shoty98]

Samantha

I hung there listening to him, my head tilted in a defiant, dignified angle. My lips burned with the lust he put forth into the kiss, my chest rose and fell, heavily with anger. I refused to believe that all would believe me a foolish female who wandered off.

A flush and a shudder had racked my treacherous body, and continuted on while he continued speaking. I couldn't believe that my body repsonded to this monster. I allowed my eyes to fall closed, I didn't want to see that evil twist in his lips as he smiled at me.

I took a long deep breath when I felt the cross I was tied to, reclining back..
"You are wrong! My mother and my husband will look for me, they would never believe that I would wander off!" But even as I spoke the words I didn't believ them myself. I was far to headstrung and the both of them knew I wouldn't wait by my car. Ha! little did they know, little would they know I had waited and it had cost me. As of yet I wasn't positive what it had cost me other than my freedom, but I knew I would soon find out.

I groaned softly as the weight had finally been taken off of my shoulders and wrists, but inhaled sharply when a painful rush of circulation returned to the numb extremities. I turned to look at him, fire of anger and something else burned in my eyes..

"It is not time to play.....I do not wish to be near you at all. If you will not let me go then......leave me alone......" I nearly growled out the words and turned my head away from him. I knew I was at his mercy. I could not get free, I had tried. So I was here until he was finished or bored with me.

I closed my eyes and took deep breaths, trying to calm myself. Horrible images flashed through my mind, things he may do. My heart began to pound loudly in my chest and I snapped my eyes open and stared at the wall across the room. It was a mistake, but I couldn't take it back now. I hoped that my vision was still blurred from sleep and really all there was, was a blank wall.

 

[cgraven]

"It is not time to play.....I do not wish to be near you at all. If you will not let me go then......leave me alone......"

Sam, Sam, Sam,…. Samantha it is not yours to say when play time is. Your words say know ….but just a little kiss and your body says YES.”

I let my words hit her like a fist. The I bed slowly to her up thrust breasts, my tongue lazily circles her hardening nipple, as it grows taunt, I suck it between my lips and teeth to suckle and nibble on it till it is a taunt pearly bud, then I turn my attention to the other nipple. My hand tracing patterns on Sam’s inner thigh working ever higher till it brushes her downy fleece.

My lips and tongue kiss, nibble, and lick ther way down Sam’s flat abdomen toward where my hand plays. I give her no rest as I play her body like a fine instrument that it is.

A finger parts those moistening lips and grazes your clit.

 

[Shoty98]

Samantha

My eyes fell closed the truth of his words hitting me like a slap across the face. I shuddered with the thought of it. How could my body react with just one kiss? I new why, but didn't want to admit it. Refused to to see it.
I fought with everything I had within me to keep my body from reacting, but found it did me little good. I growled as my body repeatedly betrayed my mind. His lips and tongue were soft and gentle with each touch to my breasts, his hand tracing a trail on my thigh. Muscles twitched, demanding for more. "pfffft, how could they not react?" the thought slipped through my mind before I could surpress it. I scolded myself silently for even thinking it.
I bit down hard on my lower lip, successfully suffocating a moan but nearly drawing blood, when I felt the soft petals of my sex parted and a gentle brush against my clit. Trying to control my breath was hard, and becoming even harder with each touch of his hand. I tried to pull away from his hand, found I had very little movement and his hand only followed.
"Please stop this......" The words trailed off there as a feeling washed over I hadn't felt in a long time. I pulled at the binds that held me trying to get free and away from the torment that he raged on my body and the war going on in my head and heart.
"Don't do this....Please.." I cried as his hands continued in their skillful movements. All the reasons why I shouldn't be reacting to his touch screamed loud and clear in my mind, but I couldn't get my lips to form the words nor my voice to expell them.
I pulled against the binds again hoping the pain would push aside the feelings of arousal that coursed through me, to my surprise it helped a little..

 

[cgraven]

Samantha’s eyes close, her body arches to my touch, then her mind forces it to squirm away, she struggles with in the confines of her bonds. Sam’s nipples are taunt little diamonds that sprang to life at my 1st touch. Her breathing ragged, She bite down on her lower lip barely stifling the moan of pleasure as my fingers trace the contours of her roes pedal soft Labia. Futilely she tries to escape the touch her body craves.


"Please stop this......" Samantha’s voice is a husky whisper, her words trailing off in a soft gasp.

"Don't do this....Please.."

Despite her words Sam arches her hips to my fingers, now bathed in her free flowing nectar. Sam renews the struggle between what her body wants, and her mind must be rebelling against. A fine trickle of blood circles her wrist and ankle as she fight a battle her mind can not wind, her body response makes a lie of the words she huskily whispers.

I take my fingers bathed in Sam’s sweet nectar, run them over her full, moist lips even as she bite down on her lower lip.

“Sam your word says no, but your body screams yes”

I pause and let my words hit home.

“Sam the pain you cause to drive away the pleasure will mix with it till even that will become a sensation you long for…………….. Sam you will in the end beg me to take you use you as I please…………. You will reach heights of pleasure you have never dreamed of.”


I move between Sam’s spread eagled legs, starting at her knees, light feathery kisses work their way up her inner thighs, a kiss here a lick, there then a playful nip. Ever higher my mouth climbs till my hot moist breath stirs the downy fleece of Samantha’s loins. My tongue dart out to lick her from her exposed anus, then dividing her sweet folds, to lap at her sweet nectar. Finally I draw her clit between my lips and suckle it.

 

[Shoty98]

Samantha

The thought to lash out and bite him, came too little too late. I felt a growl of utter anger riling up within me, knowing the dampness on my lip was that of my own. It filled my senses and caused my insides to twist and turn. Much to my surprise they were not twists and turns of revulsion, but I refused to see them for what they were.
My body tensed, I felt a new warmth trickle past my teeth as his words rang through my ears "NO NEVER!!" my mind screamed over and over again. I finally let go of my tormented lip and cried out "NO NEVER!" it was the answer to all of his statements. I didn't believe it was possible.
I pulled harder on the bonds, while he made his way between my parted legs. His lips, his tongue and his teeth gently burned a trail up each leg. I thought I might die. I pulled that much harder with my arms and legs I couldn't get away from him, not physically, but I could still get away.
The blackness began to creep around my vision as I stared at the ceiling. I spoke aloud as the darkness took over me "No never.....I won't ......I can't........." the words barely whispered over my lips as my body went limp. For now I thought there would be no more struggle, no more fight. How wrong I was though as the current struggle was replaced by the struggle to fight off the dreams that came. They were difficult and I couldn't escape them..

 

[cgraven]

”NO NEVER!" There is defiance in Samantha’s voice but I smile up at her, then again my mouth claims her sweet moist sex.

My words inflame her resolve and she struggles the more, Sam’s body arches to me, even as she redoubles her efforts straining against her bonds. Sam’s sweet nectar flows freely bathing my face, her thighs, her words defiant her body’s need for fulfillment grater, and it betrays her yet again.

No never.....I won't ......I can't........." Samantha’s voice a hoarse whisper, less defiance more a pleading with herself not to give in.

I watch Sam’s eyes flutter as she seeks to hide in a dark abyss, a place where body can have what it seeks but her mind will be free of the guilt of surrender. I am not a cruel man I think to myself as her body goes limp and she finds the abyss that she seeks. I continue to feast on Sam’s open and willing pussy, as she lays there half conscious. With Samantha’s mind no longer fighting her body I wring an orgasm from her, she moans her tongue runs across her lips and there is a little half smile there now. I leave her their moaning and withering in the after glow of her orgasm.

I bring her cross to a half upright position, lower the video moitor, I leaver to rewind the tape of her little performance and then set it on continues loop so Sam can enjoy it.

I let Samantha’s rest for a half hour. Then I message her nipples with ice cubes , and run one the length of her labia between the folds.

‘”Samantha’s wake up you did so seem to enjoy our 1st encounter so, …..See”

I smile at her, Sam may be able to hide in her abyss but she can not hide from the truth of her need forever, I will not let her.

 

[Shoty98]

Samantha

I stood there in the darkness, wondering what this dream was about. It took a few moments before a light began to illuminate, what looked like a bed. My eyes narrowed, trying to bring the scene into focus “What is this I called out into the darkness.
“This is a scene from your life” one voice said, curtly. “This is why you must give into this man.” I shivered with the thought of it. How could I give into this man?
“You mustn’t give in to him!” a second voice exclaimed “It will ruin you, ruin all that you have worked for.” I threw my hands in the air and watched the scene become more focused.
There was a man and a woman lying there on the bed, he lay staring at the ceiling and she lay on her side staring at him. I watched her reach out and touch him, her voice a quiver “Touch me please. I need you to touch me, make love to me.” She made little trails on his chest with her hand. Suddenly he shoved it away and glared at her through narrow eyes “No….. Look at me I am ready, no help from you. So if you want to be touched to be ready, do it yourself.” At that moment it hit me I knew very well who I was watching, it was my husband and myself
She whimpered and rolled to her back. I knew to well, the look of desperation on her face, the longing she felt inside. I shook the thought away and watched as her hand ran down her body, her finger dancing over her clit, tracing tiny circles then slipping down into her pussy. She repeated it, ever so tenderly, her free hand taunting one nipple then the other. I noticed he didn’t even watch her, didn’t turn when she moaned softly, made no attempt to feel anything but himself and dwelt on nothing more than what he wanted.
In a flash of just moments he was hovering over her, driving himself home and a few minutes later groaned with his release and rolled off of her. She rolled over, her eyes clouded with tears and reached for him, just wanting to be held and so much more from him. He pushed her away and surged to his feet leaving her there alone and very unsatisfied. That was life, it was like that everywhere, for everyone. I was sure of it, absolutely sure, but then something tugged at the back of my mind….one kiss…..
Everything went black once more and the voices continued. “Look at him, he does nothing for her. She longs for so much more from him and he refuses.”
“Yes but he is her husband and she is bound to him. That is a fact that can’t be over looked, can’t be changed, she just has to deal with it.” There was a pause “You mustn’t convince her to give in to this other man. She must find a way to get free and get home to Timothy….” Her words were abruptly interrupted “She must do what makes her happy, must fulfill the needs and desires within her. This man who holds can do all of that, can show her that there is hidden desires within and can fulfill every longing she has ever had.” I spoke up to the two of them at that point frustrated as they spoke around me, as though I was not even there. “There are no hidden desires within me, there is nothing more than what I get each time from Timothy…..” Even as I spoke it somewhere inside I had the feeling I was wrong. I shook the thought away as they began to argue, their voices beginning to fade as I was pulled back
“You must fight him”
“You must give in to him, to your desires”
The voices were faint and barely audible as I felt a cool caress against my skin, over my nipples, between my parted folds. It was quite a new sensation. A soft moan pasted my lips, my tongue darting out to wet the very region.
”Samantha’s wake up you did so seem to enjoy our 1st encounter so, …..See”

I opened my eyes and I was met with the sight of a monitor before me, and Dave Standing to the side. My heart pounding in my chest, I watched on in horror, the screen depicting what had happened after I surrendered to the darkness. It couldn’t be true, could it? I shook my head slightly, watching as my whole body tensed with my orgasm, a soft moan escaping my lips and smile lingering behind.
Closing my eyes to block out the offending scene I shook my head “No…..I didn’t…..I couldn’t have….” I whispered softly, the words stopping short as the ball of emotion caught in my throat. I felt the tears welling beneath my eye lids and clenched my fists trying to will them away. I could not brake down, could not!Choking it back, I opened my eyes and held his gaze, softly demanding "Let me go" his smile widened and he shook his head. I pulled my gaze from his then and cleared my throat "May I have a drink please.?"

 

[cgraven]

Samantha’s search for mine she holds my gaze, they softly, plead, no demanding "Let me go" My smile widened and I shake my head no . Sam pulls her gaze from me then clears her throat.

"May I have a drink please?"

I pick up a fresh ice cube and run it along her parched lips; I let her suckle on it.

“Not too much Sam, not to fast or you’ll be sick my dear.”

I let her take the moister a little at a time, my voice gentle, full of concern for her, my eyes soft and tender.

“Why do you struggle so Sam your body craves my touch, arches to it? Your nipples harden at the slightest touch, your nectar flow freely. Yet your words say no even as your body begs for more, why fight your needs your desires so Samantha?”

I brig a fresh piece of ice to her lips.

“Sam who is this ” Timothy” that satisfies him self with no regards for your needs?...............Sam watch the video it does not lie…………..you where satisfied once your mind stopped lying to you.”

I take the grains of truth mold them to my propose, my words soft and tender, my voice almost hypnotic, my eyes hold hers, I speak of her beauty, how the mere sight of her excited me from the first moment I saw her , I at that moment I knew I must have her, could not live without her.

Slowly steadily I now start a verbal attack so soft so tender and full of half truth, or are they?

 

[Shoty98]

Samantha

Urgently I suckled on the ice cube. The cool moisture of it, against my parched lips and throat, felt so heavenly.
“Not too much Sam, not to fast or you’ll be sick my dear.”
I slowed a bit taking a little at a time and listened to his words. His voice was soft and warm and nearly convincing.
The gentleness of it, slowly but surely, was breaking down my resolve.
My body tensed at the mention of Timothy. I willed my self to relax and took a few breaths, my heart was pounding slightly. How could he have known? It was only a dream. Had I spoken aloud as I dreamt? I didn’t know for sure, except the fact that he could have heard nothing more from my lips than Timothy’s name. Right? I could only hope that he was going on an assumption and that I hadn’t spoke anything of the dream.
I searched frantically for a suitable lie, I could never let him know how close to the truth he was. Even as I began to think of something feasible the thoughts were lulled by what he said next. I was more than shocked, how could he say such things, such lies. I knew full well how and why, to get what he wanted. There could be no truth behind his words, I was sure of it. After all if the man who had vowed to love me and stay by my side for the rest of his life didn’t feel that way, how could this complete stranger feel it?
I closed my eyes for a moment to compose myself, once I felt that I had hidden all behind a cold empty void I met his gaze.
“There is no need for such lies. Obviously I can not fight you. Timothy is my husband and he satisfies me in anyway he can. He loves me and will be concerned when I don’t arrive home.” Even as the words rolled off my tongue I knew it was far from the truth, but I held my composure and continued.
“There is no way you could feel that way about me, you hardly know me. And even if you did you couldn’t feel that way, no one…….” I trailed off there, closed my eyes and turned away from him, realizing I couldn’t hold my composure any longer. I didn’t want to even admit to myself how lacking my life was, even more so I didn’t want to admit it to him.

 

[cgraven]

I watch Sam’s eyes as she fights to recall what she might have said, she is unsure, I know I am close to the truth, the loneliness that haunts her. The frustration that she must feel. My words know attack this weakness that her eyes have shown me.

I bring another ice cube to her parched lips I brush a stray hair from her brow.

“Samantha lie to yourself if you must, you where asleep in your car by the side of the road, the engine was cold, you where there for at least 8 hours, and your Timothy did not come looking for you. I doubt if he even cares, if you come home or not.

The video of Sam’s complete submission to the needs of her body plays over and over again. There is no escape for her from her the husky, sensual, moans, when she was free of the conscious world. Sam’s violent orgasms, her body free of her mind, arching to my touch, grinding her hips to my fingers, then the contented little half smile on her parched lips.

“Samantha I am going to use your body and please you in ways you can not even conceive of at this moment. I will search out every spot that gives you pleasure.”

I take the ice cube from Sam’s lips.

“Sam not only your sweet mouth, Your shell like ears, the hallow of your neck, your proud firm breasts& nipples, your mushy sweet pussy.”

The ice cube follows my words its ice kiss imparted to each sensual spot.


“But the soft hallow just above your hip, your naval, your velvet smooth inner thighs, the tendon behind your knee, your calve.”

I hesitate and smile at Samantha.

“Umm I wonder Sam”.

Again I press the button and Samantha’s cross reclines. I bend my mouth to her toes and begin to suckle each one slowly in turn.