The best present.

[Wolk]

General synopsis: attractive guy, who's been kept a virgin by his powerful father's will gets a sex slave for 18th birthday.

Intro:

From the bird's eye view the mansion looked magnificent. White, slick, with red rooftiles, it fit beautifully into the always colorful Central American landscape. Big, beautiful gardens complete with flashy flowers and refreshing fountains, each of which was in itself a work of art, surrounded the majestic building. Day and night a full crew of gardiners were busied with keeping these grounds clean, the plants and fountains in perfect shape.

Majestic was, indeed, a fitting word, for the owner of the mansion was one Senor Chavez, a coffee baron of the highest importance. Such was the way of life in these lands that even in the 21st century, Senor Chavez did indeed have near absolute power over everyone in his lands much like medieval dukes did. Chavez was a strong, hard-handed man, taking his power seriously and watching diligently for any disobediences. The latter was something he did not tolerate.

Senor Chavez had one son, Alejandro, and if our alegorical bird were to fly closer to the gardens, it would see Alejandro right there among over a hundred other people. This was his 18th birthday and the party was in his honor. Strangely, unlike the guests, the tall, nicely built and handsome birthday boy didn't look very happy.

The green-eyed, attractive guy with a powerful stare full of self-confidence, the guy who would never go unnoticed in a crowd of straight girls was... A virgin. His desires have been bothering him for years now, but his parents insisted he was too young. And when old Senor Chavez insisted, there was absolutely no chance to disobey him. Not that Al didn't try, of course. With his character, you wouldn't believe he didn't. However, inevitably, he ended up bumping into the everpresent near-divine power his father had, never once succeeding.

He would surely go insane had he not been allowed free use of computers. Of course, Chavez knew exactly what Al often used the tech for, but it must not have bothered him, for Al was allowed to continue as if unnoticed. So he was somewhat saddened, especially seeing all his friends, many of them wonderfully filled out attractive girls in skimpy clothes suitable for the climate, knowing he couldn't have any.

"Alejandro!" Al heard his father's power-filled voice, turning and skillfully making himself appear happy as he greeted. "My, my, look at you. All grown up now. Almost like a man, eh?"

"I AM a man father," Al sent back calmly. "I help you in the business and I do everything a man does."

The old fox of a Chavez grinned and winked at him. "Not quite yet, Alejandro. You have not known a woman." That tripped a bad switch and Al barely restrained himself from throwing everything he thought about the latter part into his father's face. "But you are old enough now, my son, old enough to be a man." That raised a highly interested brow on Al's face. "I still forbid you to lay with anyone. I don't wish for your health to be ruined because your are thinking with the wrong head. But, I have a gift for you. A sex slave." Chavez grinned. "With her I allow you to do anything you want, Alejandro. Anything." He smacked his big hand on Al's broad shoulders. "Eh? Not so sad now, are you? Hehehe. And here." He handed Al a golden key. "This is a key to that big metal door in your wing. It leads to the dungeon. It's yours now too. Now go, my son, and tomorrow we will all celebrate that you became a real man."

Al quickly bowed out to his father and hastily walked into the mansion, struggling to keep himself from running. His area was in the end of one of the wings and consisted of over a dozen rooms and being bigger than most people's entire homes, even those of Yanques'. Now he also had a dungeon to boot. Not wanting to search through his entire living space for his gift, he caught their butler along the way, learning his girl was in the pink room already within his wing. Excited smile and sparkles in his eyes, Al ran there, his loose white shirt opening as he did.

OOC: Looking for the girl/woman as the case may be. Say, 18-40 years old. I'm leaving the description and name up to you, except, obviously she should be extremely beautiful, else Senor Chavez wouldn't have picked her for his only son. The behavior, likewise, is entirely up to you. Is she very willing and eager to please, or does she need to be disciplined and taken non-consentually? Something in between? Whatever you like.

Just post your intro here if you want to play.

 

[Wolk]

Bump for the benefit of all those who were too busy on Boxing Day.

 

[Alerdene]

Amber sat in the empty room, her arms crossed across herself though she wasn't cold. Her long dark red hair hung loose around her shoulders, cascading down her back almost to her waist. Her ivory skin was even paler then usual as she waited to see who would come for her. She had no idea what was going on.

The last she knew she'd been arguing with her brother about the money he owed Senor Chavez. She'd told her brother time and time again that he needed to stop with his woman and booze and gambling, but he never listened. Usually all she ended up with was a slap in the face and locked in her room. Standing, she began pacing as she thought about it. Locked in her room at 23 years of age. She'd kill him when she saw him again. Unfortunately for her, she had no idea what had transpired two evenings ago.

Her parents were killed when she was young and her brother had raised her. Done a fairly good job of it as well, even though he was what others would call a loser. She hated him at times, for being weak. He was always in trouble, owing people money or even worse. They were always fighting and usually he would end up drunk and lock her in her room just to shut her up. She had few friends, being beautiful and shy were a bad combination in her brother's world and she tended to stay away from people rather then risk what might happen if his friends got too drunk. She'd had a boyfriend once though, and they'd been intimate. Until her brother found out and had him beaten, which had scared him off for good. That'd been the beginning of a very bad time for her. SHe couldn't forgive her brother and he began drinking much more, calling her names, locking her up even more often.

Two evenings ago, she'd overheard him discussing how he was going to get the money he needed to pay Senor Chavez back, and that'd been the last straw. She came storming out of her room, her emerald eyes sparkling with golden flecks as she screamed at him about being stupid. Owing money to Chavez was unthinkable. How could he be so stupid. Her timing was unfortunate as apparently Senor Chavez had been in the other room, his eyes traveling over her furious form as he began smiling. Her brother had slapped her again, only causing curses to stream from her lips before he had forcefully picked her up and thrown her in her room, slamming the door and locking it.

Later that evening, he'd come in, quite apologetic. Telling her that she was right, he was stupid, please forgive him. Her eyes narrowed at this change of heart, it wasn't like him at all, but the nicer he was, the more she began to relent. She ate the sandwich he'd brought her and drank the Coke. Never noticing the gleam in his eye as he stood near the door watching her. He spoke sadly, just as she lay down on the bed, her eyes closing, trying to make out his words.

I'm sorry Amber... I had to do it. He forgives all my debts... just for you.

She shook her head in confusion, but it was the last thing she remembered until this morning. She'd woken in a small, very starkly furnished room, her hands tied behind her. A strange woman had come in and led her down the hall to an empty bathroom and undressed her, ignoring the questions and furious rants coming from the girl's full rosy lips. The older woman cut her clothes off of her, not untying her hands and proceeded to bathe her. Amber finally stood still, shaking with rage and embarrassment about not knowing what was going on. Finally her bath was over and she was led, still naked to another room. The woman cut the rope that had been binding her hands and pushed her into the room without a word, pointing at a table on which some clothes were laid before she disappeared out the door, an audible click from the lock as the door closed.

Amber stood there a long moment, tears beginning to stream down her face, having no idea what had happened to her. Where was her brother. Where was she? She stood there until she began to shiver and finally went and inspected the clothes. Sighing, she picked them up and slipped them on. They were almost old style peasant clothes. A long loose, black skirt, with golden embroidered designs, and a white, off the shoulder top, with mid length sleeves. Strappy sandals were there and she laced them up her calves, feeling somewhat embarrassed about the lack of underclothes that had been provided. Looking around the room, she noticed it's simplicity and beauty for the first time, the predominant color being pink.

She spun as the door opened, hoping it was someone who would explain but it was merely the old woman again, bringing a tray that looked as if it held soup of some sort and some water. She sat it down and disappeared without a word. Frowning as she realized her stomach was grumbling, she wasn't about to argue with this, nor did the thought of drugs in it even cross her mind. They wouldn't have bathed her and given her clothes if they only were going to knock her out again would they? She retrieved the tray and sat at a small table and nearly inhaled the savory soup, sighing happily as it warmed and filled her belly.

After she'd eaten, she began to pace and wonder again what was going on. If that old woman came in again, she'd be forced to try and restrain her until she got some answers. It was about then that she heard the key rattling in the lock again, and she spun to look at the door as it opened slowly...

 

[Wolk]

Al was mesmerized by the sight he was greeted with when he opened the door. While the girl before him turned, her luxurious long red hair flew around with her, displaying all of its rich beauty.

"Wow!" He couldn't help the gasp that escaped his lips. She was perfection itself. This wonderful hair, her gem-like eyes a little red and swallen from crying, her full red lips. 'This is so great!' pounded in his mind over and over. His body was shaking in excitement. Al moved his gaze down finding a perfect set of full breasts that put most porn stars to shame. They weren't overly big, but were more than a handful and shaped perfectly. Their outline, and the nipples, were clearly visible under her thin white top without a bra. Her waist looked great, but the rest of her - as gorgeous as what he saw, Al had no doubt - was hidden under the loose black skirt. Well, he will see it soon enough.

Checking himself, Al closed his mouth, the door behind him, and sat down on an exquisite and expensive looking chair, its soft cushions colored pinkish. Unsure how to start he smiled at his pretty girl.

"Hi, sweetie. I am Alejandro Chavez. Maybe you've heard about me? What is your name?"

 

[Alerdene]

She spun towards the door, determined to have answers this time, and was rather taken aback as she saw it was not the older woman she'd been expecting. Instead, in her place, was a quite attractive young man who perhaps had not been expecting her to be there, as an exclamation of surprise escaped his lips. Her own lips parted slightly in surprise and then a faint blush began to tinge her cheeks as he made no move to veil his interested look as he began looking her up and down, pausing on her chest, which caused her to remember her lack of underclothes... her arms crossing in front of her full breasts to hide them from his view.

She watched as he closed the door and sat down on the plush chair she had enjoyed earlier, her mind still reeling with what was going on. Unable to deny the man's attractiveness, she still was shocked when he finally spoke.

Hi, sweetie. I am Alejandro Chavez. Maybe you've heard about me? What is your name?

Her mouth fell open even more as he spoke his name and her head began shaking frantically from side to side, unable to believe what she was hearing. Ignoring his question about her name, she launched into a series of questions, her nervousness spilling out of her all at once, her voice soft and trembling at first before beginning to gain strength.

Alejandro Chavez?? CHAVEZ? Of course I've heard of you, everyone in the country has heard of you and your father. Where am I? Why am I here? Where's my brother? When can I leave? Did you know I was tied up? Where's my brother dammit, he had no right to do whatever he's done here. I need to get home. Can I have my things? Please? I think there's been a mistake...

She stopped her mile a minute rampage and glanced at him, his face looked somewhere between amused and annoyed and she wasn't quite sure how to read him. She'd not been lying, she knew who he was, once he told her his name. Everyone had heard of the famous Chavez son. She'd heard of how attractive he was, but in the flesh he was absolutely everything she'd ever imagined and more. Her eyes flew over those green eyes, strong jaw, travelling down to his chiseled chest which was showing through his shirt that had opened. Forcing that thought from her mind and her eyes back to his, she kept her arms crossed in front of her and waited for an answer. No matter his attractiveness, he and his father had no right to keep her here and she expected to be walking out the door in the next few moments.

 

[Wolk]

Al shook his head, a slight smile on his lips as he decided to humor the pretty girl for a little while.

"My dear, my father doesn't make mistakes, so I'd try to forget about your past life if I were you. Even I can't go against my father's will, and you..." He chuckled, shaking his head. "There's no use fighting it, sweetie. You are here and you are a slave. But look at the bright side. You are *my* personal slave. You don't have to be raped daily by gangs of drunken mercenaries, you don't have to work in our uranium mines and die a terrible death within three months like most slaves there do. All you have to do is be a good obedient girl and do everything I say." He gave her a wide friendly smile. "What's not to like? You will be living in this luxurious place, have more than you've ever dreamed of, and nobody else will dare touch you in any way."

He wanted to push her more, to finally let his excitement bubble out and take pleasure that she had so much of, but Al had good people skills, as any "prince" did, and he saw she wasn't ready, overwhelmed by the new information he just gave her. So he stood up, holding up an arm in a powerful gesture to stop her from speaking or acting.

"My dear, I know you must be overwhelmed by all this. I am going to leave you to think about this for a while. In twenty minutes I will return and expect to see my lovely slave ready and eager to fulfill my every wish. If you are not, well, I'm sure our Haitian mercenaries, those unwashed animals with their human-sacrificing voodoo cults, will be delighted to have you." He watched with satisfaction the signs of horror appear on her face. "But I'm not worried about that. You're a smart girl, I'm sure." He smiled, before exiting the room and locking the door from the outside.

The next twenty minutes Alejandro spent exploring his newly found dungeon. It was fantastic something like this existed all this time and he didn't even suspect. The dungeon was old, much older than the house and dating back to the first Spanish Jesuit missionaries here, possibly even before that. Old torture devices sat side by side with new, most modern ones, though the latter seemed oriented towards kinky sex rather than mideval cruelty. It seemed everything you could think of was there - ropes, cuffs, gags, blindfolds, hard whips for extremely painful punishments that could break anyone's will and tear away living skin, and soft leather punishers for those playful spanks on naughty girls' pert asses, and many many more. He almost forgot he needed to go back up, so engrossed in studying the collection.

Al picked an electric shocker of the kind that makes a person shake around on the ground in extreme pain and a pair of handcuffs, stuffing them into his pockets, just in case she decides to play stupid. He hoped it wouldn't come to this. He didn't enjoy hurting people for its own sake, let along gorgeous girls. But if she is too feisty, it was better to beat her for her own sake than to give her back to his father, who, no doubt, would do things the horror of which nobody could imagine to punish her.

He opened the door and entered the pink room again, smiling at the girl inside. "Well, my dear, what do you have to say to me?"

 

[Alerdene]

Her full lips opened a smidge wider with every word he said. Shock, surprise, a healthy dose of fear, and a growing anger all swirled through her at once as he spoke. His personal slave? What in Heaven's name was he talking about. She was no one's slave, and she didn't know what was going on here, but there was no way she was being anyone's slave of any sort... no matter how attractive they were.

She opened her mouth to speak, but he silenced her with a simple gesture. He mentioned the voodoo cults and what little color she had left, drained from her. He wouldn't... would he? She realized she really had no idea. She watched, stunned as he left, giving her twenty minutes to pull herself together and to be... how did he put it... to see his lovely slave ready and eager. Frustration and confusion raging out of her as the door shut with a click, she grabbed the closest thing to her, which was a vase with an elegant flower arrangement and she heaved it at the door, watching it shatter with some satisfaction, though she knew it did nothing to relieve her of the situation she had been thrown into.

She paced back and forth, her arms still crossed over her chest as she tried to think rationally. She didn't know what had happened here, but she remembered her brother's vague words from two nights ago; something about being sorry. He wouldn't really have given her to Senor Chavez... would he? He wasn't that selfish... was he? Growling in frustration, she stopped near the window, gazing out at the beautiful grounds. Would it really be so bad to live here? It was certainly nicer then her tiny apartment she shared with her brother. Shaking her head furiously. No. Not as a slave. She wouldn't. Couldn't. Her thoughts turned to his threats. Drunken mercenaries. Mines. She shivered. Voodoo. Surely nothing here could be so bad as that?

Scowling, she ran her hands through her hair, pushing it away from her face, different scenarios running through her mind. Perhaps if she merely seemed to accept her fate... he would be lax and she could get away. He was younger then her if she remembered right, and she knew he'd been somewhat sheltered. Maybe he would give her a chance. She'd do what he asked... assuming it wasn't too horrible... until she saw her chance. Sighing as she heard the door beginning to open, and she realized she had no idea what he had expected her to be doing, so she merely stayed by the window, her arms going down to her sides, her eyes wary and frustrated as he entered.

Well, my dear, what do you have to say to me?

She swallowed hard and tried to give him a tentative smile. She looked more like a wild animal caught and cornered though, every muscle tensed to bolt. She managed a small curtsey and hoped he wouldn't be too angry about the vase. Her voice was soft but strong as she answered him,

I.. I'm sorry Alejan.... Senor Chavez. I did not mean to seem... ungrateful. I just was taken by surprise, that's all. I do not understand what has happened here, but I've no desire to be given to the cultist. Please. I..

She stopped as her mind was screaming at her to run, to hit and kick and bite him until he let her go, but she knew she didn't stand a chance against him. Not yet, not when he was expecting it anyway. Remembering his question of earlier,

Amber. My name is Amber. And what exactly is your personal slave expected to do? You must understand my confusion and hesitance I hope.

She stood there, forcing herself to keep her arms down and not crossed in front of her as she waited to see his reaction. If he'd hoped for her to be on her knees and clinging to him, begging him to save her from the horrible atrocities he'd mentioned, he had another thing coming. She had no intention of agreeing to anything without at least trying to talk her way out of it.

 

[Wolk]

Seeing the shattered vase on the floor. Ha, this girl's got passion. It's too bad she wasn't resigned to her fate yet, he thought. Then again, if she was the kind to completely surrender so early, what good would she be in bed?

He listened with his head tilted, one eyebrow raised and a smirk on his face as though she was making a complete fool of herself. His eyes scanned from her beautiful face down to her heaving chest and back up as she spoke. They kept doing that after she finished, too, the man giving no indication that he heard anything she said.

Then he stepped closer to her, watching as she involuntarily made a step backwards. He put his arms on her shoulders, touching her for the first time.

"Amber. That's a beautiful name." He smiled, one hand moving to softly caress her hair. "Fits with the color of your hair." He paused again, looking into her eyes, his authoritarian gaze seemingly digging into the deepest corners of her soul.

"It is good to talk to me with respect like you do. You're a smart girl. I understand that you're still not very happy with your position, Amber. I can't blame you." He gave her a small smile. "If I suddenly found myself a slave, I'd be furious. But that's the part of your fate neither you nor I have control over. It has happened, and this is what you are now. I can't let you go even if I wanted and you can't escape from here, even if I helped you as much as I could." He paused again, giving her a wink. "Just accept it, Amber, honey. It will be a lot easier on you this way."

He took his arms off her and sat down onto the luxurious antique couch, patting a place next to him, inviting her.

"For all your smarts, you asked a silly question, which shows you don't really understand what you are now. This isn't a bargaining table where I offer you what you do and you get to discuss it. You are a slave, my dear, which means you will do anything and everything I say. If you disobey, you will be punished and taught through pain. If I think that I cannot change your behaivior with pain, I will have to give you back to my father and ask for someone more appreciative." He watched her face with seeming indifference on his face, as though everything was already determined and he was convinced the future will turn out how he wanted one way or another.

"Well, my slave, let us see how well you understand. Kneel, bow and kiss my feet. Go on, my dear, I'm serious. Don't make me ask twice, you will find the consequences of that are quite unpleasant."

 

[Alerdene]

The look on his face as she spoke nearly unnerved her. A frown lit upon her lips as she watched him, wanting nothing more then to slap the look off of his face. Her fingers twitched and she clutched at her skirt in order to keep them at her side.

He stepped towards her and it was instinctive as she stepped backwards trying to maintain space between them, but unable as the back of her thighs hit against the lower edge of the window frame. She tried not to flinch as he touched her shoulders, his hand warm against the skin of the one left bare by the blouse.

His eyes found hers and she tried to look away but found herself unable to, listening with increasing apprehension as he spoke of her fate. Her head shook almost imperceptibly as she tried to understand. This wasn't the 1800's, this sort of thing didn't happen anymore did it? He couldn't keep her here against her will? Could he? She swallowed hard as she realized there was no one to report her missing. She had few friends, and her brother wasn't likely to do so and risk the wrath of Senor Chavez. Without even realizing it, she sunk down onto the couch in the spot he had patted, her uneasy glance going to his face again as he continued speaking.

She watched as he spoke of punishment and pain and his father... the expression on his face never changing throughout his speech. The thoughts running through her mind were not focused on his words however, it was more a question... how could one so young be so cruel and uncaring. What kind of life had he had so far to be so impassive. She snapped out of her reverie however as his next words caught his attention, the tone of his voice changing slightly to a deeper and more serious one.

Well, my slave, let us see how well you understand. Kneel, bow and kiss my feet. Go on, my dear, I'm serious. Don't make me ask twice, you will find the consequences of that are quite unpleasant.

Her lips parted in surprise and she merely reacted before she could think through the consequences. Had she not been so disoriented and thinking straighter, she might have chosen to do as he asked... for now. But unfortunately she was not, and she lept off the couch as if he had suggested she murder someone. Her eyes flashing as she stood in front of him, her hair falling down across her shoulders, she snapped at him,

I will do no such thing. I don't know what sort of game you and your sick father are playing. But this is ridiculous, and I demand that you release me at once.

 

[Wolk]

Alejandro's eyes lit up in excitement seeing the passion boil over the edge in this redhead beauty. He laughed out, shaking his head.

"Ola! A passionate beauty you are."

He stood up and the expression on his face changed back to that of slight indifference he could put on so well. Indifference from a man in his position tended to really make an impression on people, he learend, and it let him hide his feelings.

"That, however, does not change the fact that you misbehaved, my dear." He said digging up the shocker from his pocket. With the same indifferent latin expression on his face he stabbed it into the side of her chest, watching the beauty fall down and shake about on the ground, gasping in pain. He crouched next to her and cuffed her hands together. Deciding to be nice he did it on her front, not putting her arms around her back.

He waited for her to stop shaking, he sat by her feet and stabbed the shocker again into the naked sensitive spot on the underside between her ankle and her toes. Hearing her desperate cry of pain, his face wrinkled in disgust. It was wrong to hurt such a beauty. Too bad it was the only way to make her understand.

"My dear, don't be a fool." He said. "There is a hell of a lot more where that came from and you are not going anywhere. You will give up, one way or another, Amber. Might as well make it easier on both of us and do it now." He said walking back towards the couch and sitting on it. "I'll pretend nothing happened, slave, and you've heard the command." He sat there looking at her with a grin.

 

[Alerdene]

She stepped backwards as he laughed and stood, her eyes flying to his face trying to discover his meaning as he moved forward to her. The indifferent look replaced his laughter as he mentioned misbehaving and she began shaking her head quickly, intent on apologizing. The words never left her lips however as his hand came from his pocket with a small device in it, which he quickly pushed against her.

Her breath left her as if she'd been hit by a truck and she fell to the ground, writhing in pain, though she had no idea what had happened, only that it hurt terribly. She curled up around herself, cries coming from her throat as she tried to catch her breath and stop shaking. She realized he was pulling her hands in front of her and another cry escaped her as she felt the cold metal close tightly around her delicate wrists, but she could not gather enough strength to speak.

She saw him crouch next to her, waiting, for what she had no idea. The pain finally subsided to a dull throb, and she started to look up at him, her eyes wet, her tongue coming out to moisten her lips so she could speak. But once again before she had a chance, she saw his hand move to her foot and a fiery jolt of pain shot up through her leg, causing her cry of pain to fill the room. Dimly through the pain, she heard him speak, his voice serious, yet almost amused.

My dear, don't be a fool. There is a hell of a lot more where that came from and you are not going anywhere. You will give up, one way or another, Amber. Might as well make it easier on both of us and do it now.

I'll pretend nothing happened, slave, and you've heard the command.

She lay there panting for what seemed forever, the pain in her foot taking longer to subside it seemed, though finally it went to a dull ache. Her entire body seemed to ache from electricity that had flown through it for such a brief time.

Managing to roll over and get to her knees, her cheeks stained with tears, she glared at him, sitting so smugly there with a grin on his face. He knew she had no choice and it killed her that he was right. She sat there, leaning back on her heels, and glanced down at the cuffs on her wrists, her eyes going back to his as she struggled to her feet. He may be getting what he wanted for the moment, but she'd be damned if she'd crawl to him.

She walked over to him, standing in front of him looking down at him, her chest still heaving as she tried to breath normally. Her foot itched to kick him in the leg before she bolted from the room, but her eyes went once to the device still in his hand. Ignoring the voice in her head telling her what to do, she forced a small smile to her lips as she dropped to her knees in front of him, her eyes on his as she took a deep breath and tried not to wince at the ache in her side. Her voice was slightly trembling as she spoke, her apologetic tone not matching her flashing eyes.

Please forgive my impertinence Senor, my brother used to chide me for it as well.

Her hands on the floor in front of her knees to balance her, she leaned forward, bowing at the waist, her eyes closing to keep from seeing what she was doing, her lips coming to rest on the top of his shoes. She stayed that way, unsure what he wanted, and not wanting to feel the already dreaded device against her again.

 

[Wolk]

He sat calmly watching her regain control of herself and manage to stand up. As she walked up to him, his eyes lifted at her wonderful breasts once again. Her body sweated slightly while bearing the painful shocks and now the thin plain material was clinging beautifully to her nice melons' shapes. The only way they could be visible more clear is if a bucket of water was tossed over her.

Please forgive my impertinence Senor, my brother used to chide me for it as well.

He nodded his head slowly, while she kneeled before him to carry out his order. He felt her lips touch and press against his shoe, smiling in satisfaction. Leaning over he took her head gently between his arms and lifted her.

"Come. Come up, my dear Ameber." He smiled. "All is forgiven and forgotten. You are a good girl." He seated her down on the couch next to him, wiping the tears off her pretty face, even though her eyes looked like there was plenty of struggle left in them. He knew he needed to reward people for doing what he wanted. Grabbing a box of wonderful and probably extremely expensive chocolates - each wrapped into very thin gold foil, he held it out to her. "Sweet chocolate for your sweet lips?" He knew no girl could resist it and smiled a little broader as she took one. "See, that wasn't so bad if you do the right thing."

He softly caressed her silky hair, smiling soothingly. "I don't want to hurt you or mistreat you, my darling. Actually, I like you. A lot. But I can't have you misbehaving or questioning my absolute authority. It has nothing to do with me personally, that's just how the world we live in works. If I show weakness, I'll be in your place and much worse." His face stiffened again for a brief moment, but he forced himself to relax and kick other thoughts out of his head.

He smiled, dropping his gaze at her beautiful breasts again. "You have lovely forms, Amber. What size are these big girls?" Waiting for her answer, he softly leaned in and kissed her neck. The smell of her hair was so wonderful.

 

[Alerdene]

He lifted her head carefully from his feet and helped her sit next to him on the couch again, her hands resting in her lap as he wiped her cheeks. She closed her eyes and couldn't help but marvel at his gentle touch, his hands soft and warm against her wet cheeks... a decided change from the pain he had inflicted only moments ago.

Her eyes opened as his hands left her face and she watched as he unwrapped a slender morsel of chocolate and held it to her lips. Unwilling to risk his anger again so soon, she gingerly took it and smiled genuinely as the candy melted against her tongue, the sweet pureness of the chocolate spreading through her mouth as she watched him.

Her lips turned to a frown momentarily as he spoke of misbehaving or questioning his authority and she made a note to try and be sure to think things through before acting. She had no desire to force his hand, though she knew she was rather hot-headed and would have to work hard at controlling her anger. She watched his face as it stiffened and her eyes widened a tiny bit as she saw that his indifferent facade had slipped, at least for a moment. Perhaps he wasn't so uncaring as he made out to be... she could always hope at least. She didn't believe his words of earlier... if he wanted to help her escape, he could... she was sure of it.

When his gaze turned to her chest again, a tinge of pink came across her ivory cheeks again as she realized the thin material clung to her form, revealing what she normally kept hidden from everyone. She nearly snapped at him that it wasn't his business, but his lips pressing against her neck distracted her thankfully. His lips were soft yet firm against her flushed skin and had it been another time where she was not so nervous and uneasy, she might have yielded to him then and there. As it was, she tilted her head slightly but pulled back a bit at the same time, almost saddened when her skin left contact with him. Remembering his question however, she managed to answer him politely, though quietly,

They are a C cup Senor. 36C to be precise.

 

[Wolk]

Al frowned slightly when her soft neck pulled away from his kiss, as though it was unpleasant. He decided not to push it for the time being. Later, she will learn accept his kisses as pleasant gifts, but he couldn't ask for too much too soon.

As his face drew away from her neck a little he looked into her pretty face. Her skin's flushed pink shade looking so beautiful framed by her red hair. He couldn't help but smile.

"Amber, you're blushing. How cute." He said. Her answer brought his attention back to her lovely breasts.

They are a C cup Senor. 36C to be precise.

"They're beautiful." He said hugging her shoulders with one arm. The shocker was by now safely tucked deep into his pocket, so as not to distract her nor take up his hands.

Slowly his other hand slid down from her neck resting gently over one of the lovely breasts and softly petting the top of it through thin fabric. His eyes gazed into hers watching her her reaction as he softly fondled her gentle tit-flesh.

"This is wonderful, Amber." He said softly. "You're making me so happy. Are you happy too, my dear? I want you to be. To enjoy my touch..."

 

[Alerdene]

She blushed even more when he mentioned it aloud, wanting to curl up in a ball and pretend none of this had ever happened. She noticed the faint look of displeasure when she pulled away from him, though he said nothing and made no move to pull her closer again.

One strong arm went around her shoulders and she wanted nothing more then to lean into him and beg him to kiss her neck again... at the same time she wanted nothing more then for him to get up, uncuff her and walk away, the door standing open. A choked cry caught in her throat, no sound escaping as she tried to understand how she could have two such completely opposite thoughts in her head at the same time. This wasn't a romance novel, or a movie she saw on tv... it was real... he could do anything he pleased with her and no one would give a damn.

The thought alone made her shiver, just as his hand began traveling lower down her neck. She inhaled sharply as his hand stopped it's descent on the swell of her breast, his fingers working magic on her flesh through the scant material of her blouse. Her thoughts once again at war with her body, she tried to think rationally as sensations began to flow through her where his fingers massaged. She swallowed hard as he spoke softly,

This is wonderful, Amber. You're making me so happy. Are you happy too, my dear? I want you to be. To enjoy my touch..."

His words trailed off, and though his tone of voice had not changed from the soothing softness, she knew the end of his statement held a veiled threat whether he meant it that way or not. She could relax and try to enjoy what he wanted, or she could fight, be hurt, and end up giving in anyway. WIth her hands cuffed in front of her, there was no way she could escape for the moment and she let her body take over, enjoying the soft caress against her fullness.

She nodded in answer to his question, not trusting herself to speak, knowing her tongue was likely to say something that would get her into trouble. Leaning into his touch this time rather then pulling away, she let a soft moan escape her lips as the heat he was causing in her breast began to spread down through her belly.

 

[Wolk]

Al felt her body shiver a little as his hand moved down. He dismissed it. His own body, too was slightly shivering from time to time in excitement that such close proximity of her wonderful body to his virgin member caused.

He couldn't help but gasp in pleasure as she leaned into his touch, laying her own breast into his palm to be fondled.

"Oh... wow..." escaped his lips as his hand moved a little bit lower, cupping her breast from below, brushing over the sensitive nipple. He reached in for the other breast, giving it similar treatment, then came back. His hands grew bolder, squeezing firmer at her exciting flesh. His breathing heavy and rapid, this erotic touching of soft womanly tits the first in his life and therefore so much more exciting. His member was rock hard, straining at his short white pants, begging to be released.

"Oh, God, Amber," he breathed out, "you're driving me crazy. I want you so bad! Ah." He brought his lips to the side of her head, parted as hot breaths escaped his mouth. "Kiss me, my darling, show me how much you love me." He moaned never stopping to play with her breasts even for a moment.

 

[Alerdene]

His delighted exclamation made her almost smile, her mind thinking to herself that it was almost as if he'd never had a woman. She knew better then this however, he was extremely attractive and she had no doubt he could be quite charming when he wished. Pushing that from her mind, she tried to concentrate on the feelings his hand was causing. His finger grazed her nipple and she nearly leaped as a jolt of pleasure ran through her warm belly to the center of her between her legs.

She blushed again at her reaction and was glad he was too caught up to notice. His free hand joined the first and soon both of her full mounds of flesh were being squeezed and caressed non-stop as a moan was dragged from her throat involuntarily. She had no idea how her body could respond this way when all she wanted to do was run. It was all she wanted to do wasn't it? Her brain screamed yes, do it now, while he's let his guard down, but her body leaned even closer to him, her eyes noticing the evidence of his arousal.

She heard his whispered plea against her ear and pushed all thoughts of rebellion for the moment from her head. Her hands were still cuffed and she stood little chance. Not very experienced in lovemaking herself, she did not realize his excitement to be that of someone inexperienced. She'd been with her previous boyfriend on two separate occasions, the first being when he took her virginity, the second, the next day... neither of the two sessions had produced a sensation like she was feeling now.

Her brain shutting down and her body taking over, she moaned against him, turning her head until her lips found his again. Her teeth nipped at his lower lip gently, nibbling on it until his mouth opened against hers, her tongue pressing in slowly to find his own. Playing against his, she explored his mouth, whimpers escaping into his tongue each time his fingers ran over her nipples.

 

[Wolk]

Her lips, her mouth, that tongue! It was beyond words what effect they had on him. His face was flushed, heart beating hastily. Emboldened by her passionate kiss, he answered it, sliding his own tongue into her mouth, probing, caressing, exploring. Moans ready to come out of his mouth were silenced by hers, turning into vibrations that traveled down her neck.

His hand moved lower from her chest, caressing her flat stomach, but finding the fabric of her skirt denying access between her legs, and settling to caress her shapy thigh instead. He stood up, lifting her in his hands, holding by the knees and around the back. Never stopping his kiss, Alejandro carried her to the big soft bed, putting her gentle body down on the pleasant fluffy covers.

He lifted her arms and moved them up to rest behind her head, making her breasts laid out for his easy access. Slowly, he took the bottom of her white top and slid it up, gasping again when her beautiful tits were uncovered. He closed his eyes for a moment, and moaned, overwhelmed with emotion.

"This is so good." He whispered under his breath. "I can't believe I had to wait all these years for this." His hands covered her naked breasts and massaged them again, this time feeling the very soft, exciting skin of her flesh in his palms. He lowered his head until she could feel his hot excited breaths on her nipples, then kissed the excited pink bud gently. Moving over he did the same with her other breast, looking up to watch the expression on her face.

Encouraged, he took her nipple and sucked it into his mouth like he read about countless times. Now, to flick my tongue over it, he thought, putting it into life. His excitement spilled out quite often in erotic moans, muffled by her breasts, as he treated one tit to his pleasing lips while fondling another with his hand. Finally unable to take it any longer, he sat up, reaching down to undo his pants, letting his nicely sized and extremely excited cock jump out.

"Amber, honey, spread your legs for me. I'm going to love you." He breathed out passionately.

 

[Alerdene]

She held her breath as his hand slid even lower and nearly let out a sigh of relief as he encountered the tight waist of the skirt and began rubbing her thigh instead. His tongue was incredible, playing against hers and if she kept her eyes closed, she could believe this was a rather romantic tryst that she'd set up with an illicit lover.

She glanced up curiously as he stood, continuing to lean over, his mouth never leaving hers as he scooped her up with little effort into his arms. She nearly panicked as he lay her on the bed, sinking down onto the soft surface, her brain screaming at her once again. He lifted her hands above her and settled them behind her head as she watched him, her eyes glinting with a spark of fear once again.

His strong hands slid up along her belly, the shirt sliding up with them until her glowing skin was bare for his inspection. Her breasts were full and firm, the nipples a dark rose color, puckering a bit as they stood at attention for him. She bit her lip again in embarrassment as she realized this but her eyes flew to his as he mumbled under his breath. Waited all these years? For what? Surely he didn't mean... the thought flew from her as his hands touched her bare skin for the first time.

Her back arched up as his fingers pressed into her firm, yet pliable flesh and began kneading them softly. Her breath turned to soft pants as his mouth came near and she felt his hot breath teasing against her pert tips, a gasp coming as her eyes closed when his mouth surrounded one. His tongue touched her and she whimpered even as she realized the warmth between her legs was increasing, as was the fluttering feeling in her belly. No! She tried to shake her head and clear the pleasurable feelings from her brain. She didn't want this. She didn't. His tongue tickled her again however and the only noise that escaped her parted lips was a low moan of pleasure.

Her eyes opened again as she felt him sit up, her skin missing his touch already and she watched with trepidation as his hands began to fumble with his pants. Her head shook almost against it's will as her eyes moistened again, realizing she wasn't dreaming. This wasn't some romantic tryst with a lover she had chosen, this was something else entirely, though she'd have been hardpressed to convince her body of that. She watched as he sprang free and his sizable hardness was evident for the first time and she gasped at the sight.

Amber, honey, spread your legs for me. I'm going to love you.

She swallowed hard and resisted the urge to begin to fight, merely breathing hard as she spread her legs, looking up at him, pleading with him with her eyes not to hurt her.

 

[Wolk]

Her breathing was hard and passionate as she opened her legs for him. His eyes burned with desire, excitement bouncing around in his head like an insane little tennis ball. This beauty. Opening herself up. For him and him only. That was extatic. He wanted to take her there and then like a wild animal infected with lust.

Instead, he leaned over, settling his body between her legs spread as much as the skirt she still had on allowed. He put his lips over hers, wanting to be in her mouth again, to caress and touch where nobody else now could.

"Oh, yes." He moaned taking his lips away finally and removing his garments completely except for the loose open shirt. Then he turned to her and held the hem of her skirt. Slowly, savoring the sensation of unwrapping his wonderful present, he pulled it up along her legs, enjoying their sexy ivory curves revealed to his gaze.

He gasped loudly in excitement when her pussy framed by soft dark red hair came into view. Pulling her skirt the rest of the way up to rest bunched up around her waist, his face leaned down to study her pussy closely.

"Wow, Amber, you are gorgeous." He softly kissed the glistening pussy, deeply breathing in the scent of her arousal and her hair. "Oh..." he trailed, unable to contain his excitement. Slowly, unsure again, he ran his tongue up her glistening slit, tasting her sweet juices. "You taste great!" He whispered passionately, sliding up her body until his face was level with hers. He put his lips over her for another kiss, this time making her taste her own pussy juices sharing their sweetness with him. Reaching down with his hand he guided his cock into her moist enterance.

"Are you ready, my babe?" He smiled trying to appear soothing, but not sure how well it worked when he was so incredibly excited.

Slowly he pushed into her. His eyes widened with pleasure as he did, the sensation of a wet pussy rubbing his cock being undescribable to those who have not experienced or have already forgotten it.

"YEESSSSS!" He moaned through clinched teeth, his hands holding on to her shoulders with immense force. "Oh... Oh... this... this is divine!" He forced out, begining to move a little bit inside her tight tunnel.

Passionately he placed a hard kiss onto her lips, channeling his overwhelming emotions into a dominating lip and tongue attack on her sweet mouth. His hips bucked, drawing a moan from him almost at every thrust. The excitement was great, his balls were nearly bursting with hot young cum and in less than two minutes his back arched, his head came up to stare at the ceiling. A loud, extatic latin "Ayeeeeeee!" left his lips and flew ringing around the rooms and halls as his body jerked over and over, pumping a humongous load of cum into her pussy.

Breathing heavily, he finally rolled off her, laying next to her ravaged body, placing soft kisses from her cheek to her chest. His hand played with her hair lazily. He leaned over and kissed her again. This time it was soft and gentle, no tongue in mouth, just loving touching and nibbling of lips.

"Amber... This was so... wonderful." He slowly whispered out. "I've never felt anything like it before."

He smiled and kissed her briefly again. "I really hope you don't disappoint me. I like you so much, babe." With that he pecked her nose and laid back, looking down at his cum-dirty cock. "Amber, have you ever, you know, sucked a cock before?" He turned to the girl. "Think you can get me hard again quickly? Because I'd love to do it all over again."

 

[Alerdene]

He kissed her as if to allay her fears before standing and removing his clothing, leaving the shirt that barely clung to his broad shoulders. Her glance was timid at first as she let it travel over his body and then bolder for the brief moment he stood before her.

His hands went to the hem of the long skirt and she began trembling again as he slowly pulled it upwards, baring her silken skin until she was completely visible to him. Her blush intensified as he stared at her, knowing her legs were open and he was able to see all. He leaned over almost as if examining her and it was all she could do not to squirm away. His compliment of her went barely heard as he pressed his mouth against her curls, a place no one's mouth had ever been before.

She whimpered as his tongue ran lightly along her, knowing he could see, smell and even taste her body's betrayal. He slid along her body slowly, his lips lazily claiming her own again and forcing his tongue into her mouth, her lips tasting herself on him... her kiss deepening voluntarily as she moaned against his mouth.

She stiffened slightly as she felt his hard shaft pressing between her legs, her voice gone, she just nodded, knowing there was nothing she could do, and unsure if she really wanted to anyway. He began pushing into her slowly, carefully, but she still gasped as he felt huge entering her tight walls. She spread her legs even more, hoping to alleviate the pressure, but it only continued to build the farther he pushed inside her... finally stopping just as she thought he would tear her apart.

He began to move slowly, as if testing himself before his thrusts began for real. His mouth covered hers in a much more forceful way then before, crushing hers beneath his and she was well aware through the intense sensations swirling through her that he was fully in charge and there was no way she could possibly stop him. This thought did nothing to dampen the feeling that was blossoming inside her however, as he thrust forward harder, his hands gripping her shoulders tightly and she knew her light skin would show the marks later. Moans and whimpers were drawn forth from her mouth as the fullness and stretched feeling she felt began to cause flutters in her as he slid in easier each time.

She felt him tense and knew what was coming, biting her lip as he arched his back and screamed just as his cock swelled and exploded inside her, filling her to bursting with his hot seed. She could feel it oozing out around him, the sensation a not unpleasant one, and she almost smiled as he rolled from her and began placing tiny kisses on her cheek and down to her exposed breasts. He kissed her again, gently this time, her sore lips glad for his kindness as he spoke softly, her eyes going wide again, but not daring to question him.

Her surprise and calmness came crashing down around her though with a simple phrase he uttered,

I really hope you don't disappoint me.

A simple statement of his hopes, yet it was enough to send spikes of fear through her entire body. She had no doubt of what nasty things would be in store for him if she didn't do as he asked. He asked if she'd ever sucked anyone before and she nodded yes, though it had been a brief, unpleasant memory. Her brother's drunken friend had forced her mouth down over him for a moment or two before her brother had come in and slapped her away from him, accusing her of being a slut and a whore. She'd run to her room, locking the door, grateful for once for his appearance.

Pushing the brief episode from her mind, she sat up, not daring to adjust her blouse to cover herself, and moved to kneel between his legs. She looked at his glistening cock, laying there against his leg, covered in both of their juices and wondered what exactly he would like her to do. Her brief time spent before had been not exactly voluntary either and she had no idea what men liked and what they didn't as far as that was concerned. She wondered if she should at least wipe him off first, but once again, the nerve left her, not wanting to anger him.

She rested her cuffed hands on his stomach, just above the dark curly hair that began and ran down to his shaft. Kneeling between his legs, she bent her head, turned slightly sideways to keep her hair out of the way and tentatively licked his shining member. The taste was odd but not unlike the kiss she had shared a few moments before and she licked him again, going up the entire length of him this time. He made a noise and her eyes shot to him, afraid she had done something wrong, but he said nothing and her head soon dipped again, this time her mouth opening and gently sucking the head of him into her warm opening.

 

[Wolk]

Al watched as the girl moved between his legs to suck him as ordered. She put her cuffed hands on his stomach. A thought crossed his mind that it'd be way better if she was cuffed behind her back now, but he didn't want to bother himself with getting up and redoing.

Her little tongue's lick up his shaft felt ticklish and erotic at the same time, putting a smile on his face and a light gasp out of his lips at once. Next, he moaned happily as she sucked the sensitive head of his cock into her warm wet mouth. His hands reached out and rested on her head, stroking her silky red hair.

"Mmm, that's good. Very good my little cocksucker." He smiled. "Now lick me lovingly in your mouth. I want you to clean out every little bit of cum and pussy juice off my cock."

Satisfied at her eager efforts, he pushed her head down with his hands lightly, but firmly. "Take the whole thing in, my good slave. It's soft and small now, you shouldn't have any problems. That's it. Good girl. Keep that tongue swirling."

Her nose buried in his hair and his thick sausage in her mouth, Al felt himself getting hard again. "Yeah, babe, yeah." He groaned. "Look what you're doing to me. I'm getting hard again to fuck you." As he grew, he relaxed his hold on her head, letting her mouth withdraw off his swelling cock rather than choke on it, though he considered the latter. Finally, he pulled her face off his now fully hard member.

"Well, my dear, you made quite an erection there." He grinned at her blushing face. "Should I take your pussy again or do it in your ass this time, I wonder." He pondered the thought for a while, the expression on her face on the verge of crying, and finally decided to be nice. "No, you've been a good girl so far. We will do it in your pussy again, but you have to be extra-good." He watched her nod vigorously.

"Alright, my lovely little toy, straddle me and bounce on my cock until I fill your wonderful tight pussy with cum again. And you'd better make sure I have a close unobstructed view of your naked bouncing tits."

 

[Alerdene]

She felt his hands in her hair and smiled against him, liking the way they felt playing. She became a bit anxious though as he pressed her down firmly telling her to clean him completely, though she complied, her tongue and mouth licking and sucking him clean, feeling him twitch against her tongue as she did so.

Take the whole thing in, my good slave.

She bristled and stiffened at his calling her that, but had no time to think on it as he commanded that she take all of him in her mouth. She did as he asked, realizing he was right, and for the moment at least, she wouldn't have any problem. She opened her mouth and pulled his semi-soft shaft into her mouth, her tongue exploring and playing a little as it circled around him. The more she played however, the larger he got, filling her mouth and hitting the back of her throat. She was beginning to wonder what to do as he continued to harden again when finally the hands in her hair relented and she was able to pull back a little, keeping her mouth moving on him however until he pulled her completely off.

Should I take your pussy again or do it in your ass this time, I wonder.

Her eyes flew to his face and saw he was quite serious in the question as the color drained from her face yet again. Her eyes widened and her head began shaking as she felt her eyes welling up again. He wouldn't... she looked down at his hard shaft which was fully ready again... he couldn't! Her body and brain were fully together on this one and if he so much as attempted to put that monster in her rear end, he'd end up with a hellcat on his hands.

It was about then that he relented and told her he would take her pussy again but only if she was extra-good and she could do nothing but nod quickly, agreeing, anything to get his mind off his other option.

Alright, my lovely little toy, straddle me and bounce on my cock until I fill your wonderful tight pussy with cum again. And you'd better make sure I have a close unobstructed view of your naked bouncing tits.

Her lips drew together in a slight pout at his calling her a toy, though she knew that's all she was, a toy for this man, for him to play with when he wanted and discard when he was bored. She bit her lip to stop the tears and managed a half smile at him as she straightened up and moved above him carefully, tossing her long hair back behind her so it wouldn't obstruct his view.

She positioned herself carefully over him, lowering and squirming this way or that until she felt the tip of his cock pressing against her still wet opening. Taking a deep breath, she began lowering herself onto him bit by bit, gasping as he split her lips and stretched her once again... until she was sitting on him, her ass against his already heavy balls.

She sat there adjusting to the feel of him, once again, unsure exactly about how to please him, but beginning to move a bit, using her leg muscles to push her up off of him before sliding back down, impaling herself again as a whimper escaped her lips. Her cuffed arms however began to worry her, as in a natural position, they fell right in front of her breasts. His warning echoing through her mind, she pulled them up and put them behind her neck again for the time being, so he could see all of her as she moved.

A rosy tinge raced across her skin again as his eyes took in the sight of her full breasts moving as she began to ride him, her hips moving harder and faster as she got used to the sensation of him plunging into her. Her breath shortened again as her breasts began to bounce with each movement as his hips began to help her, forcing himself into her harder and harder, that sensitive nub of flesh just above her slit rubbing against him, causing the flutters to start again in her belly as she tried to concentrate on making him happy.

 

[Wolk]

He grinned watching her straddle his hips. Her skirt began straightening out again, covering her pussy and hips. That wasn't going to do. Al reached out, lifting the offending fabric back into place on her beautiful narrow waist, so he could clearly see her red and furry pussy.

He helped guide his shaft into her opening and she lowered herself down on him. The pleasant rubbing of her tight love canal felt just as great as the first time, but now wasn't the first time and he knew he would last a lot longer.

As if predicting his gaze, Amber raised her hands and held them behind her head, presenting her ample tits to him as she picked up pace.

"Yeah!" He grinned, looking at her shy pink face. "Nice tits, honey, and they look even better when your hands are up there behind your head." Nonchalantly, he reached out to grab and fondle her breasts before releasing them to bounce merrily in front of his face again. "Lean over, Amber, bring them closer to my face. That's it! Great!"

His hips were thrusting up now to meet her impaling moves as he watched her full jugs bounce and shake with every move mere inches from his face. He groaned in pleasure from time to time, enjoying watching her face as she rode his stiff cock.

"See," he grinned, "and you didn't want to do it at first. You're a sexy thing, Amber, a natural pleaser. I'm sure you'll love your new life." He leaned up and took her breast in his mouth, sucking on the sensitive nipple. He then leaned back, hands behind his head lazily, as he watched her body labor on top of him. On top of her pussy he saw an engorged little bud that interested him. She seemed to sigh or moan every time it touched his body.

"Is that your clit?" He grinned. "Something the girls love to have stimulated? Let's see what happens if we rub it like this." His hand reached out and squeezed the bud between two fingers, flicking his thumb over it.

 

[Alerdene]

A whimper escaped her lips as his fingers grasped her breasts again as she continued moving against him, complying when he told her to move them closer to him. Leaning over as she slid up and down on his cock, she put them right in front of his face, trying not to think too much about what she was doing. His voice cut in however, making her think about it, at least for a brief moment, until his lips captured her nipple again.

See, and you didn't want to do it at first. You're a sexy thing, Amber, a natural pleaser. I'm sure you'll love your new life.

Her cry caught in her throat at his words and she once again realized that unless she came up with a way to escape, this was her life. It wasn't just a one time thing. She was there until he tired of her or until she got away. Biting her lip as the pleasure she was feeling increased she forced herself to think of much worse things he could have made her do... tried to be grateful he only wanted to have sex with her. She'd seen some pictures on her brother's computer once, the women were beaten, tortured, god only knew what else. She was lucky she was only being used for sex.

A soft cry did escape her however as his fingers suddenly closed on her clit, his words not having registered in her mind as she had moved on him. But his fingers squeezing that sensitive piece of flesh certainly caught her attention as the fluttering increased tenfold, her insides feeling as if they were on fire where his shaft rubbed against them over and over again. His thumb flicked across the edge even as his fingers held the flesh between them and she threw her head back, unwittingly thrusting her breasts out even farther as she moved wildly on his hips.

A burning feeling in her belly and sex had her moving recklessly now, no thought of anything other then the orgasm that was about to overtake her. She'd not come either time with her previous boyfriend, her only orgasm, weak ones that she'd induced herself, merely to see what it was like. But this was nothing like those, her entire body tensed as his thumb scraped across her reddening and swelling clit and she let out a primal cry as her muscles began shuddering as a storm hit her entire body. Her tight canal grasped at him even tighter as she tried to keep moving throughout the intense spasms that were making it hard to breathe. His fingers felt like hot pokers against her skin, her wetness leaking out around them to soak his hand.