Once Upon a Wishing Well

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OOC: this is a story that you will have to follow to see what is what, for thinks are often not what they seem. Sexylilmissie will be writing with me so read and enjoy.

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Kaylab Williams had been around the “Wishing Well INN” for what seemed like an eternity. In his late 40’s the outdoors life seemed to agree with him and he was always busy about the 200 acres that comprised the Inn’s grounds.

He did so love the White Mountains and the notch country with its rugged terrain and deep forests. Oh the “Wishing Well INN” was in a world of its own snuggled high up in Collins notch far from routes 16 in Pinkcame’s Notch, or route 302 in Crawford’s Notch

The “Wishing Well Inn was an old colonial Farm house now a B&B for “Die Hard” hikers and Mountain Bikers in the Spring summer and Fall, but winter belonged to the Back Country cross country skiers and thought that just wanted to get away from it all.

It was late in the season, college and school winter breaks over and thing where rather slow even though the snow conditions where excellent. The fact of the matter was if there wasn’t snow on the ground down in Boston the city folk figured there be no snow up in the mountains.

The Sound of a car coming up the drive brought him back to the present.
 
Sheena Watts was a 32 year old woman with a problem. Standing 5'6 128 lbs with waist length straight black hair, she had ample breasts that were augmented by a impossibly tiny waist that people often commented she was built like Dolly Parton.

Men would often look at her with lust in their eyes but when they tried to approach her they were always rebuffed. It wasn't that she didn't like men, she was just not interested in forming a relationship with them or even having a one night stand because she didn't believe in casual sex.

She had even tried sex with a woman once but found that did even less for her, so she at least knew that she wasn't gay. She was going to the Wishing Well Inn to try to figure out what was wrong with her life.

She pulled the car to a stop and sat behind the wheel for a few minutes staring at the pituresque beauty displayed before her. The farmhouse looked colonial and set against the backdrop of lush dark forest with the mountain rearing up, the majesty of it was almost breathtaking.

She got out of her car and walked to the rear, opening the trunk and reaching deep within to find her bag, her skintight jeans accentuating her firm heartshaped ass.
 
Kaylab Williams was dozing in the deserted inn when a rumbling noise shook him from his sleep, the Stage must……………….. No it weren’t no stage but a car. By gum seemed like he had been at the “Wishing Well Inn” for ever. He threw on his old woolen coat and cap, peering out the frosted window he saw an attractive young woman get out of the car. She was average height but with a stunning figure, with waist length straight black hair, all and all a quite fetching picture for a man’s eyes to behold.

The 1st flakes of the coming blizzard where just drifting down .

“Mam let me give you a hand with hem bags, my name is Kaylab Williams, looks like you just made it in before the big Nor’ Easter hits. Going to me a hum dinger of a storm so the weather reports say..”

He was 6’ and a bit, a powerful man, trim of build, with piercing hazel eyes, and wild ginger hair gathered in an old fashion queue.

With Bags and hand and the young woman in tow he lead her into the Inn, a perfectly preserved 18th century New England farm house of the gentry of its day.

“Do you have a reservation Miss?”

He pauses.

“Well if you don’t know matter as you are the only guest .”

He placed a registration card for her to fill out and handed her a penn.
 
The voice seemed to come out of nowhere and startled her so badly she almost smashed her head.

Sheena straightened back up and looked around. She spotted the speaker, a ruggedly handsome man with eyes that seemed to pierce right through to her very soul. His hair though, caught her attention the most. Drawn back in an old fashioned queue, it at first seemed so out of place to be ludicrous but the more she looked at him the more it seemed to fit. Briefly she wondered if he was paid to keep his hair that way as to promote the general old fashionedness of the decor.

She also smiled at the mode of his speach, having to conceal it until his back was turned on their way to the inn, so as not to offend. It was so backdoors and yet it kind of rolled over her body in almost a caress. She found herself rendered speachless until he was handing her the registration card and then the words came in a rush.

"Hi, I'm Sheena, yes I actually do have a reservation, for an entire week in fact, more if I find that isn't long enough. Am I the only guest? I would have expected more people to be here...its so beautiful here, but I guess it must be the off season or something..." Belatedly realizing that she was babbling, she shut her mouth with a snap and bent over to fill out the card, her cheeks flushing slightly.

Finished, she handed him the card and asked "Where will I be staying?"
 
"Hi, I'm Sheena, yes I actually do have a reservation, for an entire week in fact, more if I find that isn't long enough. Am I the only guest? I would have expected more people to be here...its so beautiful here, but I guess it must be the off season or something..."

She rushed on in a quick nervous bombardment of sweet flowing words that were almost music to Kaylab’s ears. A bit embarrassed she shut her mouth wit and audible snap of her rich full moist lips bending to fill out her registration card a rosy blush coloring her cheeks.

“ Well Miss Watts taint the off season but them folks over to Portland in Maine, and them down Boston way seem to figure if there taint snow in ther back door yard there taint snow up here in the White Mountains………You might think we where called the “Brown Mountains they way they go to a figuring.”

I pause as she hands me back the registration card.

“As fer as rooms go you got the pick of the litter, Like I said you’re the only guest, and with a Nore” Easter blowen in we could be up to are ears in snow by morn…..Was Just about to eat my supper the Kitchen’s closed The public man left early cause of the storm he lives a tad bit away down towards Conway 15 mile or so south of here. But I have some pea soup, fresh bread, chasse, and some mead if you have a mind ta eat. Then I’ll fetch your bags to your room # 13 it got a hearth in case the power fails during the Storm.”

By Gum Kaylab I think to myself your carryen on like Ya never saw a pretty maid before.

“Miss Watts how do your preferred to be called, Aint much on formalities here so just call me Kaylab.”
 
"Do you know how much I adore pea soup? My gramm used to make it special for cold dreary days...like today. A blizzard? do you think we might get snowed in badly? I guess is a good thing I dont have to leave for a while. .....Ohh and as for my name? you are more than welcome to call me Sheena, I have some friends that seem to think it's cute to shorten it to she but it makes me feel like I'm just a shadow, formless and perhaps not really there." A small smile.

She had to pause there for a moment of personal reflection. A realization had hit her like a blow to the side of the head. She liked this slightly gruff yet friendly man. (not wasn't that a wee bit of an oxymoron?) She who hadn't felt even a fraction of the comradery that had formed here in the space of ten minutes from people she had associated with for years. It was almost alarming.

She rushed on a little to cover the gap that she had just spent staring at him after she finished speaking the first time. "A hearth you said? I must remember to grab a glass of wine, if that is possible, before I retire. I enjoy sitting staring at the flames...a little odd perhaps but I like the way they dance, unfettered and without care."
 
"Do you know how much I adore pea soup? My gramm used to make it special for cold dreary days...like today. A blizzard? do you think we might get snowed in badly? I guess is a good thing I dont have to leave for a while. .....Ohh and as for my name? you are more than welcome to call me Sheena, I have some friends that seem to think it's cute to shorten it to she but it makes me feel like I'm just a shadow, formless and perhaps not really there."

A small smile played at the corners of her lips.

“ Then Sheena I will be Missie, taint many that like a simple meal like that now a days.”

I show Sheena into the old public room that hadn’t changed a lick since 1747 a fire blazed on the hearth, candles dimly lit the room.

"A hearth you said? I must remember to grab a glass of wine, if that is possible, before I retire. I enjoy sitting staring at the flames...a little odd perhaps but I like the way they dance, unfettered and without care."

“Yes I’m rather partial to a hearth myself there is something primitive about them makes a body fell connect with time past & present. I had just put a mug of honey mead in front of Sheena, then blushed.

“Sorry you said wine taint use to eaten this meal with out mead just seemed right….but what you prefer red or white.”

I felt a bit awkward for the mistake I had made and blushed almost crimson.
 
Her reply comes quickly, to soothe the enchanting blush. "Ohh no worries, I wasn't actually referring to with dinner, mead is perfectly fine, actually its another thing I havent had in a long time and you are right...it is almost a nececity."

Sitting down she lifts the first spoon to her mouth and almost swoons at the taste. "This is absolutely delicious! Are you sure that you arent a professional chef?" Seeing his obvious embarrasment at the effusivness of her comment, she changed the subject.

"have you worked here long? and I'm sorry for seeming ignorant, but what do you do? If I missed it previously I do appologise."

Like a wraith, a new thought creeps into her mind and an answering blush sweeps from her toes to her neck...he liked to sit in front of a fire as well, maybe he would share hers.... What was she thinking for goodness sake? 32 years of nothing and all of a sudden there was so much emotion that it confused her. I mean really! she had just met the guy! Sheena tried to clear her mind of these erotic thoughts and images, but only partially succeeded, so she took another bite of her soup and just tried to ignore the ones that were left.
 
"This is absolutely delicious! Are you sure that you aren’t a professional chef?"

Kaylab blushes deeper and manages to a quite humble response.


“ Taint no Chef but I do tolerable well with simple meals form a by gone era. I guess. Taint fancy cookken mind you just good old down home cooken. That keeps body and soul together.”

A rye smile crosses his lips as if remembering some private irony from the past.

"have you worked here long? and I'm sorry for seeming ignorant, but what do you do? If I missed it previously I do apologies."

“ Well Sheena some here about would say I have been here since the old place was built back around 1745, but that taint possible is it?”

There was a light teasing quality to Kaylab’s voice.

“Might say I am Nave of all trades and master ta none. I do this and that, lending a hand when I can.”

Kaylab was attracted to this young woman so much apart of the bustling 21st century. It seemed like they had know each other forever, yet he knew that was not possible for her surely would have remembered Sheena, she was not the kind of woman a man easily forgot. Their supper passed in pleasant conversation. The dishes cleared away. He showed her to her room. It was every thing you dreamed of when you thought of a quaint New England Inn but seldom found. Kaylab laid the fire then with flint & steel in hand struck the spark into the tinder and set it to the kindling. Soon the flames danced as the logs sang as the fire embraced them.

“”Would yee be caring for Red or White wine Sheena?”
 
This man...what was it about him and how did she act in response to him? The meal finished they had adjourned to her room and the fire crackling in the background was presenting a destinctly intimate cast to the room.

'Red if you please...and another if you would care to join me, or another libation if that is what strikes your fancy."

Now where the heck did that come from? He was going to think she was some kind of shameless hussy! She was tempted to make a smart remark to cover her percieved gaff but refrained.

Her thoughts turned to his comment of how long he had worked here...a smart man, she decided, adding that assumtion to the previously concieved opinion that he was also witty, charming and downright funny.
 
'Red if you please...and another if you would care to join me, or another libation if that is what strikes your fancy."

“Well if it taint and imposition on your privacy Sheena I would be proud as punch to share a glass with thee before Ya retire. I shall see if I can find a red that is suitable.”

Kaylab gave a little smile.

“If you’ll excuse me a moment.”

And he lift her room. Twenty minuets had passed before her returned with a dust bottle of Merlot dated 1723, and two cut leaded crystal glasses. Setting the glasses down on small night stand Kaylab uncorked the bottle and presented Sheena the cork. poured a bit into a glass and presented it to her holding only the stem so as not to burse the wine.

“See if this is ta Ya taste Sheena”
 
Taking a small sip Sheena rolled it around her mouth, feeling her tastebuds awaken at its smooth almost sweet tang.

"Mmm pure heaven...a bottle like that must not come cheap, i do feel privilaged."

Strolling to the bed she pulled off the thick soft comforter and spread it on the floor "A little comfort I think, care to join me?"

Sitting down and patting a spot beside her invitingly.
 
"Mmm pure heaven...a bottle like that must not come cheap, i do feel privileged."

“Thank you Sheena. Tam pleased you like it, but tis nothing special just an old forgotten bottle of table wine tis all it is.”

Sheena takes the comforter from the bed and spreads it before the hearth,

"A little comfort I think, care to join me?"

Her shapely legs curled under her, she pats a spot beside her. Kaylab pour her a glass of wine, then for himself, and hands both to Sheena. He places an old winged chair from by the reading table by her, then takes a seat.

“Sheena thouldn’t be proper for be to lay by your side.”

Kaylab lifts her chin with a single finger effortlessly his eyes smile into Sheena’s, the back of his calloused, hand gently caresses her velvet smooth cheek.

“ Sheena My wine if you please my dear.”

A single finger traces the line of Sheena’s jaw to rest on her lips to still her voice.

“Your honor and virtue would be in serious danger if I were to lay by your side Sheena.”

His hand tenderly guides her head to rest upon his thigh, Kaylab's hand idly strokes her silken “Raven’s Wing” hair.
 
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Kaylabs' integrity surprises Sheena. In a world where so much was taken for granted, it was a pleasant surprise to find one so gentlemanly and yet honest.

“Your honor and virtue would be in serious danger if I were to lay by your side Sheena.” Touched immensly by his care, she willingly allowed her head to rest on his thigh, but found the subtle play of muscles beneath his pants to be most distracting.

Compromising, she rested her hand up beside her head and drew idle pictures on his thigh with her fingertips while staring absently into the flickering flames of the hearth.

Presently she asked in a dreamy voice, "So what does one usually do around here? I mean you for example, what do you do
when you aren't doing odd jobs around here?" She found herself genuinely interested in his response, seeking more insight to this charismatic man.

She discovered the feel of his hand on her hair was almost hypnotic and yet relaxing at the same time.
 
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"So what does one usually do around here? I mean you for example, what do you do when you aren't doing odd jobs around here?"

Sheena fingers idly playing on Kaylab’s thigh was a mighty powerful distraction and he was a might distracted as his lips where suddenly parched. He took a health swallow of wine.

‘Well Miss Sheena when I taint attended to the chores and guests I lie to hitch up the horse to the sleigh and take a ride out ta the back quarter of the property. We have nigh on to two hundred acres her, like to keep and eye on them, mighty pretty out that a way, peaceful like. He paused taking another large gulp of wine. .Kaylab glass nearly drained after two health sips.

“ Folks now a days think they own the land, but the lands owns us if we have a mind to love it…………..I think this old pace owns me. Can’t remember being any place but here.”

Kaylab’s hand slips lower his thumb rubbing small circles just behind Sheena’s ear in the little soft spot there just grazing her ear lob,\, and a stirring begins that he has no felt in many a long year, some how he is drawn to this strange beauty, un settling thoughts play at the edge of his mind.
 
"Ohh a sleigh ride? Would you consider possibly taking me along sometime as well? That is of course if you go out before I have to leave." Sheenas eyes sparkled at the thought of the jingling harnesses and the sight of the horses breath puffing out into the crisp air.

“ Folks now a days think they own the land, but the lands owns us if we have a mind to love it…………..I think this old pace owns me. Can’t remember being any place but here.” Kaylabs words strike a cord within her own heart especially with the ring of sincerity in his tone.

And yet, there was an undercurrent of sadness in there that is belied by the light tone of his voice. She didn't understand the cause of it and was hesitant to broach the subject to ask him why. Instead she miniscuely tightened her grip on his leg in a silent gesture of empathy and allowed him a few moments to deal with whatever the problem was.

Soon though her head started leaning into his hand encouraging more light stroking.
 
"Ohh a sleigh ride? Would you consider possibly taking me along sometime as well? That is of course if you go out before I have to leave."

Sheena leans into Kaylab’s leg her eyes shining as she asked to go along on the sleigh. He smiles down at her his eyes with a far a way look for a moment in some remember moment of his past

“Normally don’t take guest along as it a matter of doen a bit of tenden to the land here and tar. Taint no fancy “Cutter” mind you Miss Sheena more a simple “Market” wagon on runners”.


Kaylab pauses refills his glass of wine and tops Sheena’s off.

“But if Ya have a mind to you can come, wouldn’t want you rattling around the old place all to your lone somes as you are the only guest at the moment.”

His voice was light and teasing, his hand lightly stroking Sheena’s hair as Kaylab bends and kisses the crown of her head. He felt comfortable with this independent young woman, yet he flushes a bit at his own forward behavior, his lips part as to speak…
 
“But if Ya have a mind to you can come, wouldn’t want you rattling around the old place all to your lone somes as you are the only guest at the moment.”

These simple words have the power to make her feel like she is on top of the world. This man...what was it about him that made his acceptance so important to her? She just didn't understand it.

Then he leaned over nad brushed his lips over her hair. She thought she might die a little as electric tingles traversed from the tips of her hair to the soles of her feet.

She turned to look up at him and his slightly bent head and parted lips became an invitation she just couldn't resist. Pulling herself up to her knees she moved around in front of him and reached up to gently brush her finger tips over his face, tracing the laugh lines, the strong curve of his chin the softness of his lips and then along the side of his head.

She wanted nothing more than to kiss him at this point but couldn't for fear of offending him with her forward ways. Instead, in a voice that trembled she just said one word. "Kaylab......"
 
Sheena rises to her knees, her eyes shining with desire, her lips slightly parted so moist and inviting Kaylab lowers his head slowly to hers their lips are just a breath a part.

Kaylab………………….

He place a single finger on those sweet inviting lips to still Sheena’s voice.

“I know love…………………………. “


Kaylab’s voice a husky choked whisper.

“I better go before something unforeseen happen that you may regret in the morning.”

His lips brush Sheena’s then he quickly rises and leaves her room.

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Lather that night a specter lingering in the shadows of the flickering fire flight watches the young woman in her fitful sleep, slowly it steals to the side of her bed, draws back the covers. Its icy fingers, slide up Sheena’s slightly parted legs to take unseemly liberties with her sweet moist sex as cold dead lips and tongue kiss her savagely.
 
After Kaylab left, Sheena sat staring for what seemed like hours. A log, dislodged in its burning crashed down off the stack, bringing her back to her senses.

She stood, bent down to grab the blanket off the floor and placed it back on the bed. Another few moments and the chair was back in its place too and she began to get ready for sleep.

Normally she would wear a comfortable flannel nightgown, but this night she felt positivly decadent. She donned her one set of silk thong panties and matching demi bra and slid under the covers. The crisp sheets caressed her body in the way she had half hoped Kaylab would and just by rolling around trying to get herself comfortable, she managed to get herself quite excited instead.

Her mother had told her for years that masturbation was a taboo concept but she had learned the art of self gratification at a young age anyway. She now employed this and eventually fell into a fitfull sleep, desire tamed for the moment, but not slaked.

In the midst of the night, as the fire was down to coals the sheet covering her slipped downwards. One of her nipples had escaped the top of her bra and now it tightened in reaction to the slightly cooler temperature of the room.

The feel of cold fingers on her inner thigh wake her up with a start. Her eyes flew open in shocked surprise but she wasn't able to see a thing because of the poor lighting in the room. She opewned her mouth to scream but that was rudely cut off as cold lips and an icy tongue covered her mouth before plunging inside to play out a savage mating dance with her own. She was torn between arousal and disgust at the sensations filling her and thusly was alternatly stroking his/its back and beating on it
 
The specter broke the kiss. And grabbed Sheena’s frail wrists bending them above her head a flurry of ghostly motion and her wrist where bound to the head of the four poster the icy fingers trail down her supple body reveling it the life and warmth that was Sheena. Her captured an Ankle and lashed it to the corner post then the other trim ankle met the same fate.

Two red fiendish eyes roamed over her bound form. The one nipple escaped from her bra was taunt in the cool of the unearthly presence. A rasping voice that carried the chill of death was cold and clammy on Sheena’s neck.

“I see you tempt the innocent with that sweet seductive form you could tempt the chosen, yet fools like Kaylab with his misplaced honor know not what to do with a wench like you.”

Sharps fangs bit Sheena’s earlobe.

“But have no fear my little tart I have no such fools restrictions, for I shall now enjoy the
Torment of your wanton flesh….I saw you as you hands pleased your carnal desires.”

The dark fiend dressed in knee breeches, buckled shoes, his white hair pulled back in a que, a tattered dope sleeve shirt hanging on the dark spectra’s form. It draws a knife and cuts the silken under garments from Sheena’s bond form. The most malicious of grins splits its lips.

“I shall now rape you unless you can please me with your sweet mouth wench”

The room is fills the room as his hands grab and cruel twists Sheena’s nipples.
 
His movements are so fast that she has no recourse but to submit to her hands and legs being tied. It didn't mean that she had to like it though. She twisted her body from side to side in an effort to get away, but this act proved futile as well.

“I see you tempt the innocent with that sweet seductive form you could tempt the chosen, yet fools like Kaylab with his misplaced honor know not what to do with a wench like you.”

She stammered, "But I have done nothing...not really, a little flirtation perhaps, but...." Her voice trails off as she remembers the light flirtation, the teasing and all the men she had chasing her, not to mention what she had done with poor Kaylab earlier. A single tear formed and rolled down the side of her face to be buried unnoticed in her hair.

His sharp fangs on her earlobe wrenched a gasp of pain intermingled with fear, but his next words had her quivering in abject terror. “But have no fear my little tart I have no such fools restrictions, for I shall now enjoy the
Torment of your wanton flesh….I saw you as you hands pleased your carnal desires.”

"But, I am not a wanton...I don't do that often, I know its bad but just tonight I was so filled with need that it was almost a requirement...I'm sorry, please dont hurt me."

But her words fell upon dead ears (perhaps a little to literal) she thought half hystericaly as he produced a knife and cut off the garments that had half concealed her many charms. Fear of the knife stilled her frantic movements far more effectivly than anything previous.

“I shall now rape you unless you can please me with your sweet mouth wench”

The thought of his cold length coming anywhere near her filled her with revulsion and she had opened her mouth to tell him to go straight to hell when he began to cruelly twist her nipples. The shock of this new torment was to great and she began to sob wildly.

Humping up her stomach and hips in an effort to escape the fingers that caused so much pain, she unknowingly presented an extremly erotic picture. The sound of her voice (unbeknownst to her) carried an undercurrent of arrousal as she began to plead. "Ohh please, no...I can't...not that, I will try to change my ways, but don't force me to...." she couldn't even voice the thought of what he wanted her to do.

Belying this, her legs began to lift and spread as much as possible considering the circumstances and the sweet smell of an aroused woman began to filter through the air.
 
The spectra smiles at the sensual struggles of Sheena and his hideous laughter fills her mid at her denials.

"But I have done nothing...not really, a little flirtation perhaps, but......
"But, I am not a wanton...I don't do that often, I know its bad but just tonight I was so filled with need that it was almost a requirement...I'm sorry, please don’t hurt me…………………………"Ohh please, no...I can't...not that, I will try to change my ways, but don't force me to...."


His laughter subsides as his deathly cold lips brush hers and he takes his pleasure of Sheena’s sweet mouth.

“ Even as you spot your pious denials tart your legs part farther, your body dances and arches in expectation…………………………Do me the courteous of sparing me from your self righteous lies.”

His ghostly claws bite into Sheen’s taunt nipples daring a ruby droplet at the base of one of her nipples, which trickles down the curve of her breast.

“Which shall it be tart your sweet mouth or your sweet sex as n offer to atone for your self indulgence……by the way have you know man yet or shall I be the 1st to romp in your cherished garden?”
 
“ Even as you spot your pious denials tart your legs part farther, your body dances and arches in expectation…………………………Do me the courteous of sparing me from your self righteous lies.”
She realized it was true. She could even feel the wetness spreading down the cheeks of her ass to pool upon the sheet. Her cheeks flushed with embarassment in response.

"My lord..." She thought "I've become the slut my mother warned me about." For it was true...all the years of cock teasing and games had stemmed directly from her mother practicly beating it into her head that sex was only for procreation and if a woman enjoyed herself whatsoever, she was the absolute worst sort of harlot.

She was snapped out of her reverie by the sharp piercing pain of his claws entering the sensitive flesh at her nipples. A tiny trickle of blood snakes its way down to rest on the lower curve of her breast. A Cry burst from her lips at this latest indignity and her full attention snapped back to focus on her tormenter.

“Which shall it be tart your sweet mouth or your sweet sex as n offer to atone for your self indulgence……by the way have you know man yet or shall I be the 1st to romp in your cherished garden?”

How should she answer that? Did she tell him about the gardeners son whom her mother had discovered with his cock burried to the hilt in her ass because she wouldn't put out in her pussy and he got so angry that he flipped her over onto her stomach and slammed it in so hard that she had bled for days? No.

"I have never had a man in my vagina" She finally said. Here again her upbringing didn't allow her to speak the forbidden words that whispered throughout her entire being. "And if you please sir...I would like to offer my mouth to you...perhaps I can satisfy you there. Ohh please sir, let me try."

Secretly she had sucked many a cock, using it as a good way to get out of doing anything elsefor the man she had been with and she was just hoping that it would suffice again. Nervously she moistened her lips while she waited.
 
"My lord”……………….. "I've become the slut my mother warned me about."

Sheena’s voice a defeated whisper as the fiend takes pleasure in her helpless state, his blazing red eyes devours her naked form there is not the slightest sign of pity in them. Sheena hesitates to answer its question then finally with quivering lips her voice the merest whisper.

"I have never had a man in my vagina"………………………. And if you please sir...I would like to offer my mouth to you...perhaps I can satisfy you there. Ohh please sir, let me try."

“Tart do you take me for a fool, a buffoon?”

His dread fingers entwined in her raven locks jerks Sheena’s head from the pillow here it lies. His ashen gray lips a breath away from her full ruby lips, so warm and full of life.

“Tart you have often taken men in that sweet mouth of yours, even offered your virgin derrière to that slip of a lad so long ago…………. You have no secrets from me for I have felt your coming to this place and now is the time of your retribution.”

There is a pause in his tirade as he again tortures Sheena’s sore and swollen nipples till her screams echo through the stillness of the night. he withdraws a bit and strips his archaic clothes till his ashen blue gray corps is before her eyes.

“This time tart you do much more than simple lick, this time you shall take my member deep within your mouth and throat till I am satisfied. Later I shall ponder how to use you further.”

The spectra straddles Sheena’s prostrated bound supple body his ice cold sack rest on her warm lips.

“Commence to please me tart.”

Its voice a sharp command.
 
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