The Cult (Closed for now)

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Katherine was happy to be on the road that crisp fall afternoon. The mountain scenery was spectacular, the autumn leaves shone in brilliant oranges and reds. It was the kind of day that made her feel better about taking the semester off of school to spend some time on personal reflection and her art.

Katherine or Katie as her friends normally referred to her was a gifted artist, and was enrolled in the fine arts program at a prestigious California university. Her preference to paint the wild places of America had led her here to the mountains of the pacific north west. The little used highway wound through the mountains offered amazing views at every turn. Today Kate was looking for a good vantage point to capture a mountain sunset.

An odd noise from under the hood of her little red VW Rabbit grabbed her attention from the scenery around her back to the car which seemed to be sputtering and losing power.

“Darn it...” she muttered under her breath as pulled the car to the side of the road. The engine stuttered, gasped and then finally died.

No amount of turning the ignition or looking under the hood could bring the little car back to life. She really wished she had paid more attention to her father and older brothers when they worked on their own cars but mechanical things were just not interesting to her. A quick check of her cell phone confirmed that she was in a dead spot and that it wasn’t going to help her out in this situation. “Oh well...” She thought to herself, “ no big deal someone will be along soon enough.”
 
Marcus McNally:

Marcus was just pulling from the private road that led to his property and home. He had worked hard and invested wisely and not just had to check his investments via his home pc to make necessary shifts or moves as the market dicatated to remain semi-retired.

That was a good thing since Marcus was essentially a bit of a recluse, but not the run of the mill type recluse. He enjoyed people and company, just not most of those he'd met. Rather Marcus sought out those who believed as he did that the government had turned into a bunch of money grubbing theives feeding from the government tit and trough who cared less about those they represented, unless it added to their personal power and wealth that is. As a result Marcus lived alone in his large cabin on the acreage he'd bought in the wilderness of the Cascades.

Marcus had been formulating a plan to form a commune or small group to live on his land, answer to him and who either believed as he did, or could be converted to his beliefs.

He turned his four door pickup truck toward the highway planning on beginning his group by finding a nice looking woman to be company for him as well as to be either his first cult or group member or convert.

He was forty minutes down the road and getting closer to the highway proper when he saw a red VW on the opposite shoulder of the road facing the direction he was coming from with a young woman standing beside it wearing tight jeans and a well filled shirt.

As he approached she waved her arms to get his attention, as if she or the red car could be missed as they were the only things in sight on the road.

He pulled onto the shoulder on his side of the road, rolled down the window and called to her, "All alone? Car broke down on you?"
 
Katherine waited for a little over an hour before she noticed the dark pick up truck approach from the distance.

“Thank God.” she thought to herself. It was getting a little cooler and she was beginning to worry that anyone would drive by before night fall.

She waved her arms to attract the drivers attention and was relieved as it slowed down and the driver rolled down his window.

"All alone? Car broke down on you?" the driver asked.

“Hi! Yeah, It seems to have conked out on me. No idea what the problem is. Something with the engine - it’s got gas so that’s not the problem” she responded with a relieved smile.

“Do you think you could help me out? My cell isn’t getting any reception here and you’re the first vehicle I’ve seen in an hour.” she motioned casually with the phone in her hand.
 
Marcus McNally:

"Well lets take a look at your car first. Maybe I can fix it so you can drive it. If not I'll give you a lift."

"I'm not surprised no one's past. Since the highway went in a few years ago only the few of us who live along this road use it much. Well other than the occasional long haul trucker trying to avoid weight scales that is," he says as he gets out of his truck and crosses the road toward the back of her car.

He's dressed in a flannel shirt, jeans and boots. He's almost a foot taller than she is, has broad shoulders and is clean shaved with collar length hair and dark, dark eyes.

"By the way my name's Marcus. Now why don't you try to start it," he says as he squats and the muscles in his thights stretch his tight jeans even tighter as he peers under the now open engine cover.
 
“Thank you so much!” said Katherine. “I really appreciate the help. My names Katherine” she added.

Katherine slipped back into the car and rolled down the window. “Let me know when you are ready for me to start it.”

“He’s imposing, I wonder what he does up here?” she thought as she watched him work.

NOTES

Katherine stands at 5 inches. Her brown curly hair falls to her mid back. She has gorgeous almond eyes, delicate features and is tanned and lightly freckled. She is petite but very fit.

She is proud of her independence and though born to a well off family doesn’t show off her affluence in her dress or behaviour.

She is wearing well worn jeans, sandals a white t-shirt and an unzipped fleece vest. She wears fashionable dark framed narrow glasses, her hair is in a loose ponytail, with a red kerchief covering her head.
 
Marcus McNally:

He spotted the problem right away. Some how her coil wire had come loose from the coil. It would have crackled as it shorted out causing the engine to spit, sputter and miss until it 'moved away' far enough from the coil that the engine died.

He lets her try it a couple of times then stands and closes the engine cover before walking to the open driver's door and extending a hand as he says, "Sorry nothing I can do to fix it. You'll have to get a tow truck to take it in to be repaired.

'This is so perfect it as to be fated. She'll become the first convert for the commune or cult as some would call it. It may take some time, but eventually she'll be mine and do as she's told to do without question or hesitation,' Marcus thinks to himself.

"Come on and I'll take you to a phone Katherine. There's no cell service way out here for miles and miles."

He escorts her to the truck after she locks up her car. Then he gets in and they make a U-turn and he drives back the way he came as he explained, "My place it the closest phone out here. You may as well call from there and get a time guess for the wrecker and I'll bring you back to the car to meet it. No sense in sitting out here in the cold and dark when you can be inside toasty warm in front of a fire and even have a bite to eat or a drink. Right Katherine?"
 
Katherine’s heart sank each time the car failed to start and she became a little angry with herself for not taking it in for a service before she started out. “This will teach me for being in a hurry. Never again.” she thought to herself.

Come on and I'll take you to a phone Katherine. There's no cell service way out here for miles and miles."said Marcus.

“Thanks Marcus, you’re a real lifesaver.” said Katherine as she through her wallet, and cell phone in her small back pack. She then locked the doors of the car, put her pack over her shoulder and got into Marcus’s truck.

The invitation to dinner was welcome. She had forgotten that it had been quite a few hours since she had breakfast.

I’m sooo lucky she thought - I wouldn’t really want to be stuck out here tonight.” thought Katherine.

“I’m really lucky you came by” she said, “Have you lived out here for a long time?” she asked.
 
Marcus McNally:

"Its just lucky that I decided to go out today, as I usually only go to town or the city every month or two Katherine.
"I've lived out here for about five years now on a big piece of ground I was lucky enough to find and afford," he replied.

"How about you? What brings you out here, and all by yourself at that?"
 
“Well, Marcus” started Katherine, “I’m out here looking for locations to paint. I do landscapes mostly and I was hoping to find something inspiring inspirationalout here.”

“Fantastic views everywhere out here though,” she continued enthusiasticly “ I’ve snapped a couple of dozens photos already of possible sites to revisit and paint. I was just sort of following the muses when my car gave out. I’m by myself because that’s how I prefer to paint. Without distractions. I’ve taken some time from classes just to get away from school life and clear my mind, to focus on my art.”

“I was going to stay in a motel at the next down a couple of hours down the road. Hopefully it will be relatively simple to fix my car and get on my way before too late.” said Katherine.

She noticed Marcus had a particular intensity about him that didn’t seem quite right, however, he seemed like a nice enough guy and if worse came to worse she always had the can of bear spray in her pack. It was a gift from a friend who worried about her having an unfortunate encounter with one while she was painting.

“So Marcus, do you have family out here? Married? Kids?” Katherine asked, making small talk.
 
Marcus McNally:

"Is that right? Well my cabin sits on top of a nice hill with a view down the valley on the backside.
"Perhaps you'll like how it looks in the moonlight with the wind making the leaves blow and glint as they reflect the moonlight," he replied when she talked about her painting.

"Nope, no children and I've never married. I guess I never found the right woman for me," he replied as he slowed to turn onto the private road again. It twisted and wound its way into the forest and up and down hills between his place and the highway.

At last he made a left hand turn into his drive and wound his way through a large stand of trees that opened out into a small and neat yard with a two story log cabin with a porch on the three visible sides and one on the second floor too at the back of the clearing/yard on the crest of the hill.

"Here we are. Let me park and come on in, have a drink and make your call Katherine. Then we can discuss dinner and what you might like that I have on hand," he said as he grabbed her pack from the backseat and got out and headed for the front porch.

As he unlocked the front door, "Come on it and make yourself at home. There's a bathroom over there," and he points at a door across the large living room with the stone fireplace, "if you need to use it."

The backpack is set on a table inside the door and he points at a doorway and continues, "If you do go ahead. I'll be in the kitchen getting us something to drink."
 
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Katherine was impressed with the cabin, though she was a city girl at heart her interest in wilderness landscapes could not but force her to appreciate the view.

“Gorgeous place you have,” she said appreciatively. “Love the view.”

She was momentarily concerned as he grabbed her bag. She didn’t like men assuming she wanted them to carry it for her, and besides that’s were her bear spray was. The second point was a flicker across her consciousness, after all he had be doing nothing but help her so far.

The cabin was large and spacious. Katherine’s slight concern about her bag was quickly put to rest as Marcus put it down as soon as they entered the cabin. The offer of the use of the bathroom was quite welcome. “Thanks, I do” she said as she walked toward the bathroom.
 
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Marcus McNally:

"Thanks the view and the solitude are why I bought the place," he replied.

"if you wish to use one, there are fresh washcloths in the linen closet in there Katherine," Marcus said as she went one way and he went the other.

In the kitchen he got out two tumblers and after putting some of the powder in a baggie in his pocket into one filled them with juice. They were carried to the breakfast bar and put down. He'd reached under the counter and flipped the switch he used to turn off the phone when he didn't want to be disturbed then sat and took a sip of his juice as he thought to himself, 'That date rape drug should do the trick. Once she's out I'll put her where she'll wait for me to return from towing her car to the highway and leaving it there.
'It'll be so far from here no one will ever make a connection to this area.'


As Katherine crossed the living room toward where he sat, "Come on over and have a seat. Enjoy some juice as you make your call. Then, if there's enough time before the tow truck will arrives, we can at least have a sandwich or something to eat."
 
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“Great thanks!” Katherine replied.

The linen closet was immaculate. She pulled out a white wash cloth down from the shelf and slipped into the bathroom.

It was large with an old fashioned iron tub along one wall and like the linen closet, immaculate. Katherine gratefully relieved herself and then washed her face in the sink with the wash cloth.

Marcus was waiting for her on the couch with a telephone and two glasses of orange juice as she emerged from the washroom.

She plopped down casually on the couch and took the offered drink.

“Orange juice, great” she smiled.

“Do you have the number for a tow truck handy?” she asked as she took a long drink of the juice.

“Wow, I didn’t realize how thirsty I was,” she stated.

As she reached for the phone she started to feel odd, light headed, the room began to spin.

“Wh what...” she slurred as she dropped the half full glass to the floor and a velvet blackness embraced her.
 
Marcus McNally:

'I guess it was a bit to much for her body weight. Well she'll sleep longer because of it even it the speed it acted was a surprise,' he thought to himself as he rose and picked her up off the couch.

She was so light it was no effort to carry her to the second floor bed room with just two small windows looking out over the valley. In the room he laid her on the bed and slowly undressed her. Her clothing was folded and put on a chair against the wall then he returned and sat beside her on the bed looking at all of her naked body.

"Ohhh yesss, this one's a keeper," he said to himself. "And I didn't even have to go to the city to find her either."

His hand began to slowly slide over her body. He toyed with her nipples, which reacted even thought she was asleep as did her clit and pussy when he fondled and rubbed her there.

As she got wetter and wetter he slid one then two fingers into her and learned that while not a virgin she was nice and tight.

With a grunt he took his fingers out and smelled them then tasted them. "Mmmm, very tasty cunt you have my tasty little one, and soon to be convert," he said to himself, a long established habit he'd now have to curb he realized.

Rising he went to the guest upstairs bathroom and took out two towels and wet a face cloth with hot water. Returning to the bedroom he moved her and put one towel under her then spread her legs wide apart with her heels near her tight little ass cheeks. The wash cloth was spread and pressed to her pussy, molded to it then tucked into the cleft of her ass around her anus.

Leaving her again he returned with shaving equipment , a bowl of hot water and settled himself cross legged between her legs. It only took a short time to fully shave her pussy and around her asshole leaving her bare and vulnerable looking now that nothing covered her sex.

After he'd cleaned everything up and put it away he returned with some of the things he'd aquired in preparation for just this day and occasion. Around her waist he locked a leather lined steel bondage belt adorned with many rings. Around her neck he locked a similar collar with a ring on each side and one in front. Each wrist and each ankle were also fettered and then he spread her arms and legs so she looked like a big "X". From the closet he got four lengths of rope and tied her that way. Now she could barely move her body and had no way to escape.

Those chores done he left her and locked the bedroom door's deadbolt and went to his truck to attach its towbar and drove off into the night taking her car keys with him.

An hour and a half later he left her VW on the side of the highway with the keys in the ignition and every place he'd touched wiped clean of fingerprints.

Forty-five minutes later he reentered his cabin and when to his room and undressed. Once naked he returned to Katherine and again played with her until she was sopping wet and even in her drugged sleep her hips started to move in natural response to what her body wanted.

He mounted her and fucked her with long and slow stroke of the full legnth of his thick and far from short cock. When she moved more actively he fucked her harder and faster until he shot all of the cum in his balls into her clutching and pulsing cunt.

Finished for now he left and locked her door again, cleaned himself off and went to bed for the night.
 
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Katherine awoke slowly from her drugged sleep. At first she had difficulty understanding where she was through the haze of drug fogged memories. As she gained more and more of her senses though, this feeling was overtaken by a powerful sense of fear and panic which escalated quickly into blind irrational animal terror as she realized she was held immobile in such a vulnerable position. Howling like a caged animal she tugged and pulled at the restraints to no avail and only after she had exhausted herself in this futile attempt did a state of calmness return to her.

Clearly she realized that trusting Marcus was a mistake, but she felt hurt that he would do anything bad to her, after all she had been nothing but pleasant to him.

What did I do to deserve this.” she thought to herself.

In the dim light of the room she looked around to see what held her, the thick leather cuff and ankle restraints were firmly secured to the bed posts with strong looking rope. These weren’t the flimsy cuffs found in costume stores, but devices that looked more like serious tools. She realized there was no way she would be getting out of these by herself, and wondered what kind of man would have such things at his disposal. This last thought caused a little shiver of fear to run down her spine.

Her state of nudity was the next rapid fire thought to cross her mind. At the same time she realized this her heart sank as she realized the warm soreness coming from her sex was an indication that she had been entered, not violently, but for the first time in months which always left her a little sore after the first time. She began to softly cry as she sensed his cum that was still in her and that which had leaked out and stuck on her and the sheets below.

As she looked down her body at her violated sex, she wondered about the belt and what it was for. A new wave of silent sobbing broke out as she realized that she had been shaved. She felt completely vulnerable. She desperately wanted to cover herself. She desperately wanted to close her legs, to assume a protective fetal position.

It seemed like hours before the tears stopped. She swam in self-pity. She thought of her family and silently called out for her Mother and Father imploring them to come but afraid that her cries would be answered by that animal, Marcus. All the time her exposed nakedness taunted her and reminded her of her obscene vulnerability.
 
Marcus McNulty:

He was awakend from his sleep by the howls and screams as Katherine finally woke and discovered her situation.

He smiled to himself and rolled over when she quieted down and as he felt himself hard once again he fell back to sleep as he thought, 'In the morning when I wake up again. Then I'll take my pleasure from you again my new little convert. I wonder how long it will take for you to truly become mine and obedient to my will, how long will it take me to turn you into my obedient little slut and sex slave, and willing convert.'

The sun has just topped the eastern mountains when Marcus woke again. After taking care of his normal morning rituals he lubricated his already hard cock and went to Katherine's room.

The door was unlocked and he entered to stand at the food of the bed looking up and down her helpless and naked vulnerable body, and wondered where he'd fuck her first today her cunt again or her ass this time, or should he save and savior taking her ass for another time.

'Decisions, decisions,' he thought to himself with a smile as he watched her sleep. Then he made a decsion as he grinned to himself as he rounded the bed.

It shifted as he got on it and straddled her and settled his cock in the valley between her upstanding and firm tits. He pressed them together with his palms as his fingers and thumbs pinched and rolled their hard nipples. Then he moved them back and forth on his cock tit fucking her as his hips moved to match the movement of her firm tits on his hard prick and watched her face waiting for her to wake from her residual drug induced sleep.
 
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Katherine awoke for the second time.

“You bastard...” she snarled as she abruptly realized that he was pleasuring himself with her breasts. “...let me Go!”

He was heavy on her, and this added to her feelings of overwhelming helplessness and deep deep shame. How she longed to be able to defend herself; to close her exposed sex; to throw him off with her arms; to strike him; to end this obscene violation of her person.

But it was hopeless, and all she could do is lay under him and watch his inhumanly dark eyes as he rubbed his slick lubricated penis between her breasts and kneaded her nipples relentlessly. She looked him in the eyes with hate, refusing to look down at her breasts. Refusing to admit the intense feelings growing in her nipples as Marcus continued to work on them.

“Why are you doing this to me?” she pleaded. “What have I done to you? Please let me go...” her voice cracked a little.
 
Marcus McNally:

“It would be a very good idea to keep a civil tongue in mouth,” he said as his hands tighten on her tits until its very painful, then added, “bitch,” as he twisted them too.

Then, as she voiced her pain, he began moving again and pressing and moving his cock between her throbbing tits and moving them along it too.

“Why you Katiecunt, well because the Fates or the Gods willed it. “I was on my way to the city to find a woman who appealed to me to bring her and be my companion, my fucktoy and convert when lo and behold there you were in your well filled shirt and skin tight jeans just waiting for me.
“Who am I to shun the Gods or Fates. Naturally I accepted their largess and now I’ve taken you and you’ll be all mine from now on my hot and sexy Katiecunt.”

“Now that you’re awake, if you don’t want more pain, I suggest that you bend your head forward and every time the head of my cock is out from between these nice firm tits that you lick its head and suck on it too. And one bite and I’ll use pliers to pull your teeth, remember that my hot looking fucktoy slut.”
 
His words were like wasp stings. Each one was painful and left her reeling as if poisoned. His religious tones were clear and frightening and his claiming her as a gift from the Gods caused her to stomach to sink and nausea to sweep up over her to the point that she had to focus hard to prevent being sick.

Tears filled her eyes. The painful grip on her breasts hurt like nothing she had ever experienced before. Her ears rang with the word Bitch. Never before had she been called that.

“Please don’t hurt me.” she whispered hoarsly and then pleaded “My father will pay you if you don’t hurt me. The police don't have to get involved.”

Surely he would see the advantage of stopping this ordeal and letting her go now.
 
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Marcus McNally:

“How much I’ll hurt you will be up to you my Katiecunt. It won’t depend on your father or money though, it will depend on you and how you obey and behave. I don’t what ransom and I don’t want to speak to your father. I want what I have... you.
“Do as I tell you and you won’t be punished for disobeying me. Don’t try to escape or injure me in any way and you won’t be screaming until you can’t scream any more as I hurt you more than you can imagine to teach you better.
“It’s all up to you my Katiecunt and I’m sure the police won’t be involved since you’ve just disappeared, vanished as if the Earth opened up and swallowed you. No one knows you’re here but the two of us, and we won’t be telling anyone.
“Now either purse your lips to suck the head of my cock as you lick it while I tit fuck you, or the pain for disobeying me will begin. It’s up to you, all up to you.”
 
As tears streamed down her cheeks Katherine nodded in defeat. Clumsily she pursed her lips and bobbed her head to catch up Marcus’s cock in her mouth. It was hot. It tasted not unpleasantly of lubricant and pre-cum. She struggled to bob her head and suck in time with Marcus’s strokes. Her long curly hair, in massive disorder now, partially covered her face, mixing with the tears, lubricant, saliva and pre-cum. It stuck to his cock and some of it became caught up in her mouth. It was so natural to want to sweep it away, but frustratingly her arms were tautly stretched away and out of her control.
 
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Marcus McNally:

Marcus watched until her hair blocked his view of her with her soft lips around his cock. Then he let go of her tits, combed his fingers through her hair as he stopped moving then cupped her head to hold it up with one hand as his other pulled a pillow behind to hold it up.

He crawled forward a bit and pressed his prick to her lips until she opened them, then into her mouth for about half its length. His hands reached behind him to squeeze her tits and make her hard nipples stick out more prominently so he could rub them on his ass, his asshole and his balls.

“Now my Katiecunt suck my cock. Lick it and move your head, your hot mouth on it as much as you can with the pillow behind your head. Do it until I’ve cum in your mouth then hold it all there. Don’t swallow any until I’ve pulled out so you can open your hot cocksucking mouth and show me my cum on your tongue, and can watch as you swallow it all. Then you’ll lick and suck my cum off my cock so it’s good and clean again.”
 
The pillow now propping up her head relieved some of the stress Katherine had been feeling in her neck as she strained to keep the head of Marcus’s cock in her mouth. As he moved closer to her head, she took him deeper into her mouth. An uncomfortable feeling both because of the large size of his manhood and because she was not able to use her hands to guide him and control his thrusts. It took a few moments before she could lick and suck his cock with any kind of rhythm. When she did she worked extra hard, hoping to end this humiliation by getting him to cum. The sounds of sucking and licking filled the quiet bedroom and Katherine’s awareness of them added to her feelings of sadness and humiliation.

She was sadly amazed at how long he was able to hold back his orgasm. “He must be close now,” she thought frantically, “I can’t keep this up forever...”

Finally, after a seeming eternity she could sense he was close. Her efforts were rewarded and she could feel his balls tense, his breathing become deeper. She tightened her lips and tongue on his shaft and with a single long inward stroke he came.

Massively.

Thick salty cum sprayed forth and filled her mouth and throat. She gagged, but still held on to his penis. She could feel a droplet of the fluid escape the corner of her mouth and dribble down her chin.

She looked up sadly as he slowly pulled himself from her. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, displaying his seed to him.

When she was permitted to swallow she did, and then slowly, deliberately, obediently licked and sucked the cum off his cock and balls that he offered to her.

In all her life she had never been so debased or used as at this moment. She was too emotionally exhausted to cry but inside her humiliation was complete.
 
Marcus McNally:

“Ohhhh you suck cock soooo well my slut,” he moaned as her sucking mouth bobbed up and down his prick as he watched and played with her tits and nipples.

“I may have, mmmm gooood, to turn you into my cocksucking alarm cock my Katieslut,” he said and moaned.

“Suck harder, lick as you face fuck me with your hot cuntmouth my little fucktoy slut,” Marcus ordered as her nipples were pinched and twisted to the edge of painfully.

He watched her as he massaged and kneaded her tits, slid his palms over her big nipples.

“This is part of what I’ve missed by living alone, this and talking to someone. Now I have you to talk to, I have you to fuck how, where and when I want and I have you to suck my cock anytime I want my Katieslut.
“Do it all well and I’ll try to give you as much pleasure as I get.
“Otherwise, I’ll punish you painfully and fuck you without caring about your pleasure, just my own.
“Ohhhh. Ohhh fuuuuck yessss. Suck and lick my cuntmouthed slut,” Marcus moaned as he felt his nuts tighten up.

“Succck my slut... face fuck meee... goin to cum... going to cummm NOW!” And his pent up sperm erupted from his cock into her mouth as her head bobbed, as she sucked and licked like crazy until there wasn’t a drop left to suck out of him.

She opened her mouth to show him the pool of cum in it then swallowed as he watched it vanish down her throat. Then she licked and sucked until she’d swallowed every bit of his jism and his cock was clean again.

“Mmmmm, what a good and obedient little slut you are Katie. Not it’s time for your reward for being so good,” he said as it rose and moved down between her splayed legs.

Once comfortable he began to play with her pussy lips, her clit, her cunt and even her tight asshole.

He massaged her pussy until it got nice and wet. Then he got his hand coated and slick and rubbed it on both tits and nipples filling her nose with the scent of her hot and wet cunt.

That hand remained there playing with her tits and nipples by squeezing them, rubbing them, pinching and rolling them. At the same time his other hand did the same to her pussy and her hardening clit.

He kept it up as he looked at her face, her eyes and smiled as her body reacted to what it was feeling.

“Such a hot little slut, that’s what my Katiefucktoy is and will be for me from now on.”
 
“Mmmmm, what a good and obedient little slut you are Katie. Not it’s time for your reward for being so good.”

At this, Katherine’s heart leapt. “Thank God, he’s going to let me go!” she thought, her face brightening.

The elation was over quickly as she realized his real meaning as his hands began to play with her. She tried futilely to close herself to him, but the restraints prevented her. She was open and helpless. He could take anything he wanted. He could do anything he wanted and all she could do was lay there like a starfish. She tried to ignore his touch, but she couldn’t and soon she was wet and flushed.

The scent of her sex only served to involuntarily heighten her excitement. There was no hiding her state. No matter her feeling of self-disgust. Soon her hips gently danced in tune with his touch.
 
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