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A Flash in the Pan


Kween Sheba



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Episode One


There is a small pout to my lips as oga's mouth comes towards me. his deep passionate kiss makes me forget all else as my lips met with his. I believe I was born to be his. He pulls back quirking an eyebrow.

'Babe, you know business causes me to travel from time to time, and I will only be gone overnight, so no pouting. Take your vibe and give this body of a good strong orgasm for me.'
his large hands descend upon my soft bare shoulders, though all of my body is bare as my oga wishes while we are at home, except for his collar and waist chain. Turning me away from him I hear and feel a quick crack from his open hand across my arse, sending me off to the bedroom. As I walk, I hear the sound of door closing knowing he's now gone.

My head turns, a soft smile on my lips whispering.

'Travel safely my oga. Come home to your babe soon.'

Entering the bedroom, I light a few candles around the room. The warm comforting aroma of vanilla warms up. As I am turning the bed down, the thick comforter rolls to the foot of the bed. I lay my soft form onto the silk sheet—they feel cool against my warm skin. I take hold of the thick rubber-like vibe in one hand, wetting the fat tip of it with my lips and tongue, enjoying the smooth skin-like feel this one has. Switching it on to a low/med speed, I draw it down to rub just between my hot already moist lips of the cunt, moving up to my clit in a slow sensuous circle, hips lifting, pressing to the vibrations.

With my warm cunt cream thickening, I slide the vibe now deep into my pussy, holding the vibe in my hand, legs bending—knees up—feet flat upon the sheets. Driving my hips up and down in a steady fucking motion, my body is now hotter, and wetter, and craving the feeling of this orgasm allowed to me by my oga. I plunge the vibe deep into the hot greasy cunt that belongs to my oga. Pinning my hips back down with a fierce thrusting of the vibe, cunt walls squeezing in a desperate attempt to devour the toy, my cries ring out loud, screams filling the room as my orgasm as it flows hot strong, calling out,

'Thank you oga, thanks for allowing me this pleasure!'

As my body recovers I lie quietly. Small delicious tremors every so often quake my form, keeping my flesh of the cunt a tingle, my clit quivering and the warm juices flowing. Slowly sleep descends upon me, with thoughts of my oga vivid in my mind lulling his slut into a peaceful sleep.

The moon's soft rays filter in dimly through the nearly closed blinds. The candles have kept a low glow within the room. My body turns and my face snuggles into my oga's pillow, which I'd sprayed earlier with his cologne. I breathe him in as I sleep.




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As my body recovers I lie quietly. Small delicious tremors every so often quake my form, keeping my flesh of the cunt a tingle, my clit quivering and the warm juices flowing. Slowly sleep descends upon me, with thoughts of my oga vivid in my mind lulling his slut into a peaceful sleep.

The moon's soft rays filter in dimly through the nearly closed blinds. The candles have kept a low glow within the room. My body turns and my face snuggles into my oga's pillow, which I'd sprayed earlier with his cologne. I breathe him in as I sleep.

Belly to the sheets, moist warm pussy still slowly sensuously pressing to the sheets in a soft humping motion while in my slumber, arse cheeks moving side to side, sweet dreams of my oga caress my mind. That beautiful dream was suddenly turning to a nightmare. A heavy weight presses down on my body, a hand snakes around me. Just as I am about to let out a scream, I realize this is no dream. An intruder is here in my oga's bedroom. My mind is racing and panicking, my heart is wrenching, and my body is struggling trying to twist out from his clutches. He straddles his thick branch-like legs over my back pinning my arms to my sides.

He is strong. his hand holds a gag that He forces into my mouth and secures behind my head. He works quickly, binding my wrists. I hear the click of the steel, though the inner lining of the restraints is softer—leather perhaps. Panting breaths through flaring nostrils, again his hands come to my head to put a blindfold on me, my protesting groans and grunts mean nothing to him. I am kicking my legs to no avail. He grabs them, snaps on the Sunnye type of restraints, and flips me over like a rag doll. I can feel his menacing presence over me as I lie there naked.
Only oga's collar and waist chain darn my body.

My mind is racing with thoughts, each one of my senses heightened.

It is the silk sheet being wrapped around me, nearly smothering me, my body bucking, trying my best to resist. I hear only the sounds this stranger makes—dark, ugly growls whenever I do something to try and spoil his plan. Each time He tightens his grip to let me know I'd best be still. I am flung over his shoulder, my arse pointed up to the sky wrapped in the silk sheet. his movements are meticulous. Aware that we are outside, the coolness of the late night air seeps in through the sheet. My body shivers.
his grip tightens, and I am placed into the seat of a car. First my door closes, then the driver's side opens and closes. I jump in reaction to the noises—all familiar noises yet now in darkness everything feels strange and common noises make me anxious. All I can do is whimper pathetically, as this Man makes no sound. I do not know if He is going to do me harm or what is to come of me. My mind fills with thoughts of my oga, He won't know what's happened to me, and I feel the sting of tears.

We are only in the car a short while before my body is casually flung back over his shoulder. Inside, his footsteps sound heavy—a certain sound like being on concrete—a musty scent—maybe a basement. My body is placed upon a flat surface.

Wood, perhaps - yes..

Smooth, hard, definitely wood..

I feel as if my body is a mass of nervous uncontrolled shivering. The gag makes it difficult to breathe. I have to remember to pull the air in through my nose which is a bit stuffy from my sobbing. The blindfold is wet from my tears. He sits me up a moment undoing the wrist restraints.

I breathe a little easier, wiggling my wrists about to try and move. No such luck. This overbearing Man pushes me back down.
Pulling my arms up over my head, he attaches them to a different set of restraints that seem to be connected to the table. My breasts are rising up and down hard and fast. his fingers grab each nipple, rolling them between his fingers, and then giving each one a firm pinch. He takes the restraints from my ankles. I immediately try to kick. He is far too quick—holding both ankles binding one at the corner of the table, spreading my legs wide, binding the other to the opposite corner.

Here I lay before this One—naked and exposed—vulnerable. his fingers move over my oga's waist chain and then up to my collar. I buck and twist screaming beneath the gag until He finally leaves my jewelry alone. I feel delight at a small victory just won, but only momentarily as his fingers now find my nipples once more. Taking one, He pulls and pinches; twists and tweaks. The rosy hard tips ache feeling the sting, yet at the

Sunnye time I feel the touch of his lips suckling on my other nipple. The mixture of pain and pleasure confuses my senses.

Whimpering, crying, I am not sure if I am in pain or I am whimpering at the soft gentle sensation. He is not my oga, yet his lips carry the Sunnye type of warm wet touch upon my breasts. his teeth slowly pull on my free nipple pulling it up as his fingers start to position the clamps. My body jumps. his mouth is covering my clit. He is so skillful; each of his movements is taking my attention off the impending clamps. A thin chain connects the clamps, and it lies between my breasts.

Who was this Man? Did my oga arrange this? Does my oga know where I am? Am I just supposed to submit? No, I want my oga.
His tongue sweeps over my clit again and again. I tell myself no, that I don't enjoy this. So then why are my hips are almost trying to lift into the stroke of his tongue to become one with his mouth? He moves over my moist lips of the cunt. My senses reel. I feel the first deep plunge of his tongue. He has a mustache. The only sound is a groan developing in my throat.



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His tongue sweeps over my clit again and again. I tell myself no, that I don't enjoy this. So then why are my hips are almost trying to lift into the stroke of his tongue to become one with his mouth? He moves over my moist lips of the cunt. My senses reel. I feel the first deep plunge of his tongue. He has a mustache. The only sound is a groan developing in my throat. Whimpering, questioning sounding like the word -

'Oga'

Again the pleading sounds begging through my gag iin desperation -

'Oga, oga'

Hoping, convincing myself it must be him, as my body wouldn't react so easily if this One didn't have such a familiar touch. He probes with his tongue dipping in and out of my warm honeyed cunt. It is then I hear the buzzing sound. I know this sound. his fingers pull at my damp folds as

He pushes the vibe deep into my wet pussy. Animal growls comes from deep within his throat, as He feels my cunt accept the large vibe, muscles trying to squeeze around its girth. Feeling tugging on my chained nipples, I am pulled slowly upward feeling the burn and sting. Then I feel something different—the softest feeling one could experience, my head tilting as I concentrate a moment.

A feather..

Yes, that must be it..

Lightly touching and tickling around the areola of each nipple as they are being pulled. My body is a frenzy of feelings, the feather, the vibe, the tugging. More and more whimpering—my body is on fire. Suddenly my whimpers become hard insistent moans. his hand shoves the vibe in harder deeper. I know He is watching me—I can feel his stare, his eyes moving to the dripping of my body's sweat, his pleasure at the way my body is shaking.

Quickly my fingers ball and fist, my toes curl, my mind is in such a confused state of ecstasy that I continue to try and fight off. I will only cum for my oga at his command for his dark and lustful desires. I am his playground, his canvas to create upon. Again and again the vibe is swimming in and out of my Bleep hole, and then using a single finger He starts touching me at the valley between my clamped breasts. Slowly He glides downward over the flat of my belly. I pull in a deep breath through my nostrils. My belly caves in. his finger is still on my flesh dragging, and pressing.

He slowly makes his way to my exposed clit—the small protruding throbbing bud of my lust and passions. his finger flicks over it as his thumbs join in the fun. He is pinching and pulling on it, listening to my threatening moan of a denied orgasm bubbling beneath the surface. I listen to his low grunts as He tortures me over and over with his sweet ministrations. his skillful fingers drive me to the edge as I fight off the savage plunging, sweat dripping from every wanton pore of my body. Silently my mind screams out for my oga. My hips are jerking as He bleeps me with the vibe now creating a steady intense motion. Each time the vibe is thrust in He rubs my clit with his knuckles. his other hand has moved back up to the clamps tugging lightly on them to listen to more of my muffled whimpering pleas.

As my mind becomes dizzy and blurred, He removes the vibe. The wet sloppy sound of it unplugging my Bleep hole makes me crazy. I scream through the gag. I feel his body come to the table settling over mine, my head twisting in a heated protest. Wildly the blonde damp tendrils of my hair slap around my blindfolded and gagged face.

'No, only my oga can take me. This cannot happen. Please.'

His fingers remove each clamp from my hot sore nipples. He quickly massages with both his mouth and hands easing the return of my blood
flow. I can feel his thick rigid cock between my legs. The bulbous head is pulsing at my pink swollen lips of the cunt. A Bleep hole so hot, wet ready to be bleeped hard, my body is shaking.

He rocks forward, his cock teasing at my flesh of the cunt. I am trying desperately to shift my body but am unable to move. his hands reach up, taking the gag from my mouth. Before I even have my voice back to cry out, 'No, please no more.' the cunt juice soaked vibe is put into my mouth to suck on and once again I am stopped from speaking. The large toy fills my mouth as I suck the sweet hot taste of my cunt from it. He swipes up the blindfold and hisses out the words through grinding teeth as He rams his cock deep into its home.

'Mine! My pet My slut!' my oga's voice strong loud commanding me.

My oga bleeps me hard, and his lips come to my ear as my oga growls out through his feral grunting.

'Cum My slut. Now. Hard. Give me all you have wanted to release NOW.'

I am crying, screaming, and yelling out my desperate need, my want.

'Oooh. Yes, oga.'



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The large toy fills my mouth as I suck the sweet hot taste of my cunt from it. He swipes up the blindfold and hisses out the words through grinding teeth as He rams his cock deep into its home.

'Mine! My pet My slut!' my oga's voice strong loud commanding me.

My oga bleeps me hard, and his lips come to my ear as my oga growls out through his feral grunting.

'Cum My slut. Now. Hard. Give me all you have wanted to release NOW.'

I am crying, screaming, and yelling out my desperate need, my want.

'Oooh. Yes, oga.'

As the orgasm that was so torturously, deliciously built up comes hard and fast, it is that moment I know what it is to be in sub space. The
euphoric feelings take over my body, and oga and I become one. No beginning or end as we move in a motion so demanding yet so in sync.
My mouth presses to the hot skin of his chest, sucking and licking as He slams his cock in and out of the Bleep hole He alone owns. oga and only
my oga can bring me, his slut to this sublime place.

In one deep solid thrust his cock explodes, thick waves of his hot cum pouring into my cunt, as my hot juice splashes over his dick, blending our lustful liquids. The smell of our sex surrounds us as our bodies drip with sweat, spasms coming one after the other—each one seemingly stronger than the one before. My strong cunt walls milk his cock of its cum. I need to feel my oga's body liquid flowing in my veins.

As He collapses to the table beside me, his lips to my ear, warm breath bathing over my hot skin the sound of his voice vibrates along my flesh, causing the many goose bumps to rise.

'So, my babe, are you happy I didn't really have to go away on business?'

Listening to the arrogant, wonderful sound of my ogas laughter as it melts my heart, whispering in a husky well sated voice.

'Your Babe is very happy, oga. So very happy.'

I caught the train everyday for work. I was always told to be careful to be wary of travelling alone. A feat no one enjoys... until now. Routinely I
caught the night train back home. I always kept a sharp eye, afraid of thieves or men with unsavory ideas.

One man definitely stood out. He wasn't young, I'd say in his four0's. He had a beer gut, not in the greatest shape. However I often found him
looking at me, making me feel uncomfortable.

'Urgh' I thought, 'In your dreams you fat perv.'

Soon the looks became more obvious. Night after night I saw him. Inching closer. Until finally, he got what he wanted.




Episode Two

The bus was exceptionally crowded, we were all pressed together. The smell of sweat and the heat filling the air.
I was stood, desperately holding on to the ceiling handles in the hopes I wouldn't fall asleep. I felt someone pressing against my back. And my ass.

'Don't worry about it, it's crowded' I thought.

Soon the pressing sensation increased, almost rhythmic. I felt a hardness. Then I saw the reflection in the window. It was him. He kept a
completely straight face, paused, then continued.

Mortified, I remained still. Hoping it would pass. But soon I felt his fingers, travelling up my skirt. I reached out to stop him, he responded by
immediately cupping my pussy, grinding his palm into my clit.

I enjoyed it. I didn't want this, but I didn't want to stop it either. And he knew it. He gently ran his finger up and down my moistened pussy
through my underwear, then his hand rapidly delved into my pants.

He rubbed my clit harder each time, every so often sliding and teasing at my wet hole. I told him no, and no again. 3rd time was the charm, he
rammed two fingers up my cunt unexpectedly, gently weaving in and out. I found myself squeezing and pushing myself onto his fingers, then
the bell went off. My stop!!

I gathered myself and took off, as I stepped off the train I saw him sniff his fingers, seeing how wet I'd had been.



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Episode Two

The bus was exceptionally crowded, we were all pressed together. The smell of sweat and the heat filling the air.

I was stood, desperately holding on to the ceiling handles in the hopes I wouldn't fall asleep. I felt someone pressing against my back. And my
ass.

'Don't worry about it, it's crowded' I thought.

Soon the pressing sensation increased, almost rhythmic. I felt a hardness. Then I saw the reflection in the window. It was him. He kept a
completely straight face, paused, then continued.

Mortified, I remained still. Hoping it would pass. But soon I felt his fingers, travelling up my skirt. I reached out to stop him, he responded by
immediately cupping my pussy, grinding his palm into my clit.

I enjoyed it. I didn't want this, but I didn't want to stop it either. And he knew it. He gently ran his finger up and down my moistened pussy
through my underwear, then his hand rapidly delved into my pants.

He rubbed my clit harder each time, every so often sliding and teasing at my wet hole. I told him no, and no again. 3rd time was the charm, he
rammed two fingers up my cunt unexpectedly, gently weaving in and out. I found myself squeezing and pushing myself onto his fingers, then the bell went off. My stop!!

I gathered myself and took off, as I stepped off the train I saw him sniff his fingers, seeing how wet I'd had been.

I felt ashamed, yet thrilled. I almost smirked to myself as I made my way through the dark side street. Thinking how glad I was that it hadn't
escalated. However, I heard the footsteps, and attention seeking coughing.

It was him. He'd followed me like a dog tracking the scent. I tried to speed up, however I found myself walking to even more secluded areas.
Bait waiting to be taken.

Before I knew it, he had hold of my arm. We were around some garages. He gave me a look, and I stopped resisting. He broke into one of the
garages, and pulled me inside. There was a table, a dim light, and a rope strapped to the ceiling. This was his garage!!

At first I thought oh god, what have I done? But before I could react, he pinned me against the wall.

'Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you.'

I nodded.

'However, I'm going to Bleep you. I want to slide my cock up your pussy and make you feel good. What do you think about that slut?'

Once again, I nodded.
'Good.'

He crammed his fingers up inside me once again. We were no longer confined to the train. We were able to make noise. He had no reason to
tease, he thrust his fingers into me as hard and fast as he could.

My juices squelching around his fingers as my back slammed against the wall. He kept his face near mine.

'You like this bitch? It going to feel so much better when it's my cock making you cum.'

He yanked his fingers out of me, making my body shudder. He took my hands above my head, and restrained me. I was hanging from the ceiling, my toes on the floor just enough to spare me any pain.

He literally ripped off my shirt, and wasted no time sucking on my erect nipples. He made his way down and forcefully removed my skirt,
tearing off my underwear.

'I'm going to bury my tongue in your cunt. I'm going lash at your clit until you beg me to ram my cock in you.'
He gently flicked his tongue across my throbbing clitoris. Lingering until I found myself desperately thrashing myself at his face, sadly he held
my hips back.

He was there, on his knees grinning up at me. Then...holy shit. As promised, he lashed his wet tongue across my clit like a man possessed.

his head was moving up and down so fast as he alternated between jabbing my clit with his tongue and thrusting it into my seeping pussy,
moaning into me all the while.

I clamped my legs around his head, so ready to cum. Then he pulled away. He knew how much I wanted to cum, he purposefully denied me
that. Grinning away, he spun me around so once again his cock was grinding on my ass. The tip ever so gently pressing against my soaked hole.

'You want this fat cock deep in your pussy?'

I nodded with a groan.

'Say it, say you want me to Bleep you hard.'

I gave in,

'Yes please, Bleep me hard!!'

Before I could finished my sentence, he thrust it in me so hard I nearly got whiplash! He started with slow yet hard thrusts. Getting faster, faster,
harder and harder.

Soon his balls were slapping against me whilst I was screaming, my body being ricocheted back and forth by his furious cock.

My legs began to buckle, I felt the orgasm filling inside me, every dirty thing he hissed in my ear bringing me closer to soaking his dick in my
juices.

'You like this cock? Yeah you do. Take it you slut, I'm going to Bleep you until you're sore. You want this cock?'

'Yes!'

'I'm going to push this throbbing dick in your ass, you want that?'

I'd never really tried anal before, I was hesitant. I said 'No, it might hurt.'

'At first but it'll be worth it pet.'

He unhooked me from the ceiling restrains, keeping my hands bound, and lay me face down on a thick part. I was nervous, but curious. I'd
never taken a dick up the ass before, but he was so good. My entire body was pulsating. I was a willing slave.



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My legs began to buckle, I felt the orgasm filling inside me, every dirty thing he hissed in my ear bringing me closer to soaking his dick in my juices.

'You like this cock? Yeah you do. Take it you slut, I'm going to Bleep you until you're sore. You want this cock?'

'Yes!'

'I'm going to push this throbbing dick in your ass, you want that?'

I'd never really tried anal before, I was hesitant. I said 'No, it might hurt.'

'At first but it'll be worth it pet.'

He unhooked me from the ceiling restrains, keeping my hands bound, and lay me face down on a thick carBabe. I was nervous, but curious. I'd
never taken a dick up the ass before, but he was so good. My entire body was pulsating. I was a willing slave.

He lay on top of me, stroking his cock up and down my sopping cunt. He spat on his fingers and circles around my tight anus.

He slowly but surely pushed himself inside.

Not so bad I thought, a mere stretching sensation. Until he gave a second almighty thrush then went as deep as he could possibly go. I yelped
out in pain, it wasn't agonising, just unexpected. He held down my arms and told me,

'Relax, just take it. Once you loosen up you'll be dripping wet. Bet I can make you cum from fucking your ass, like a dirty bitch.'

He slowly pushed himself in and out. He didn't increase the speed, but he did increase the force. Harder each time, grunting, almost with

punishing rage each time.
I felt my ass loosen, there was a pressure building. It felt good. It felt really good. Just when I thought it could not get better, he rolled us over.
He was laying on his back, I was laying on his front, both of us facing the ceiling.

There was a mirror, I could see myself lying there with a strangers cock squeezing in and out of my virgin asshole. He was right, I was dirty. And I
loved it.

He put his hand between my legs and grinned his palm against my clit and putting his fingers inside me. Picking up the pace, cramming his
clock up my ass whilst slamming his fingers inside my glistening dripping pussy.

'Come on bitch, all over my cock. Cum you pet!'

Harder. Faster, I arched my back, I'd never felt anything like this before. My legs trembled like hell, I needed to release. I saw in the mirror,
release came.

I squirted up the mirror, my body jolting almost like a seizure as I had the greatest orgasm. He let out an almighty groan through gritted teeth,
before filling my ass with his cum.

He was right.

I certainly was a dirty bitch now.

I sprinted down the hall, running for my life. The sound of my chuck taylor clad feet slapping the ground bounced off the walls, echoing eerily.

'Lolly... Lolly...' It was a male's voice... I didn't know who he was and I didn't know what he wanted. Either way, things probably weren't going to
turn out well for me if I let him catch me. I felt a little sweat beading in my hairline as my thick, wavy mane streamed behind me.

'Lolly... Lolly...' He was gaining on me. With every step, every breath, every heartbeat. I almost sobbed as I ran down the long, echoey corridors of
the abandoned warehouse, leaping over piles of debris and hoping to god I didn't trip.

I had been snooping around, exploring the old welding factory after I'd heard some rumors about a strange human supposedly seen coming
and going from this place.



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'Lolly... Lolly...' It was a male's voice... I didn't know who he was and I didn't know what he wanted. Either way, things probably weren't going to turn out well for me if I let him catch me. I felt a little sweat beading in my hairline as my thick, wavy mane streamed behind me.

'Lolly... Lolly...' He was gaining on me. With every step, every breath, every heartbeat. I almost sobbed as I ran down the long, echoey corridors of
the abandoned warehouse, leaping over piles of debris and hoping to god I didn't trip.

I had been snooping around, exploring the old welding factory after I'd heard some rumors about a strange human supposedly seen coming
and going from this place.

I had been inside the decaying building for about ten minutes when I heard a horrendous cacophony; someone broke down the door I had
blocked and began calling my name in the silky, disgustingly fake sympathetic voice.

'Lolly!' The proximity of the voice brought me out of my thoughts.

He was only a few paces behind me!!

The corridor was coming to a dead end. I thought all hope was lost, but I saw one last open door on the left. It could be my only salvation... A
chance to turn around or find something I could use as a weapon to fight back.

I reached out to grab the door handle, both as an anchor to redirect my momentum and as a way to slam the door shut in the face of my
predator.

I felt an arm wind around my throat, jerking me off my feet from the sudden stop and choking me in the suffocating grip. I thought it was a police officer or something like that, until I felt cold, inhuman breath on the side of my neck.

'At last...'

The man shoved me into the room, my feet tangling into various cords and wires littering the floor, he wrenched the door handle shut behind
him. The room was lit by an old, dim, flickering lightbulb suspended by a thin wire.

The room appeared to be an old workshop. Shelves lined the upper parts of the walls with damaged and rough counters underneath. Tools of all sorts littered the place along with rusty generators decaying by some of the outdated power tools.

In the middle of the room stood a solid work table the size of a king-sized mattress, metal shavings scattered into the old creases of the over-
worked wooden surface. Lengths of heavy duty, rusty chains draped tiredly over the upper half, almost waiting for someone to finish a project
they started.

I turned to look at my captor after regaining some of my balance, but my right arm was yanked behind my back, forcing me in the opposite direction of the door.


I was roughly thrown over the table, the man gripping me roughly and bending me so my face was mashed into the metal shavings and
splinters of the work table, making my eyes water with the sting. I blinked a few tears away. In a shaky voice, I asked.

'What... do you want... with me?' The man pressed himself against me, leaning over me and completely covering my smaller frame with his.

The man brushed the hair off the back of my neck and nuzzled my flesh before replying in that Sunnye, horrifying purr:

'You poked around in the wrong places... And then I smelled you. Your scent was the sweetest I've ever smelled and it drove me...' He pulled his
mouth close to my ear and spoke the last word in a breathy, smooth voice, '... crazy.'

'...M-my smell...?' My voice cracked on the word 'smell,' much to my dismay. My captor chuckled evilly, obviously enjoying my ignorance.

'Yes, darling. Your smell.' What the Bleep was he going to do... Eat me...?I struggled wildly, my pinned arm loosing circulation in the vice grip and
my other stuck between my torso and the table top.

The man laughed heartily, yanking me up from the table and pressing my body against him. He captured both wrists in one hand in a crushing
grip, forcing them behind my back. his other arm snaked over my chest, his rough hand gripping me just under my jaw. his lips were almost
touching my ear, cold radiating from them and raising goosebumps along my skin.

'This can be easier for both of us. If you're good, I can be nice and gentle.' He pressed his lips against the racing pulse beneath my ear, 'or I can
be rough and unpleasant if you fight me.' He bit the soft curve connecting my neck and shoulder, two particularly sharp teeth almost piercing
my skin.

I cried out in pain and jerked, shaking a laugh from him again. He shuffled forward to the table again, forcing me to bend over it painfully, this
time sparing my cheek from the metal and rough wood. He spoke again, the chill of his breath causing the small hairs all over my neck to stand on end.

'What's it going to be, my babe?' Bile rose to the back of my throat as he whispered 'my babe.' I refused to respond, scared out of my mind and
stubborn enough to want to fight. After a few seconds of silence, the man growled in frustration. He dragged me up onto the table, flipping me
so I was on my back.

He motioned to the chain with his finger and a length of chain sprang to his command. It wound around my bruised wrists tightly before two
links on each end opened up like the jaws of an angry snake and clamped into the old wood, making a sickly crunching sound like that of
breaking bones; after sealing themselves into the table top, they went lifeless, just like they were a few seconds ago.
My arms were securely bound above me, putting me in a somewhat vulnerable state and cutting off any hopes I had of escape. My chest heaved
as I panted in fear, my eyes searching for the face of the man behind all this.

I turned my head to my left and there he stood.

The most beautiful sight I had ever seen.

He stood probably around 6'7, dwarfing my smaller stature of 5'four. He was medium boned, muscular, and pale as the moon. He wore a
charcoal gray hoodie with a lighter gray graphic tee beneath. his face was sculpted, not overly so, but enough to eliminate any boyishness.
Pale, perfect skin and a symmetrical face... and eyes with very dark irises and light-absorbing full pupils. Full, spiky hair crowned his horrifyingly
handsome face, making a mixture of terror and lust course down my spine, coating every nerve ending and focusing all my senses on him.

He casually leaned over me on the table, speaking in a low, dominating voice.

'Have you changed your mind, darling?' I gaped up at him, his face mostly a silhouette due to the crappy light-bulb hovering above. He raised
an eyebrow at me in expectation.




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He stood probably around 6'7, dwarfing my smaller stature of 5'four. He was medium boned, muscular, and pale as the moon. He wore a charcoal gray hoodie with a lighter gray graphic tee beneath. his face was sculpted, not overly so, but enough to eliminate any boyishness.
Pale, perfect skin and a symmetrical face... and eyes with very dark irises and light-absorbing full pupils. Full, spiky hair crowned his horrifyingly handsome face, making a mixture of terror and lust course down my spine, coating every nerve ending and focusing all my senses on him.

He casually leaned over me on the table, speaking in a low, dominating voice.

'Have you changed your mind, darling?' I gaped up at him, his face mostly a silhouette due to the crappy lightbulb hovering above. He raised
an eyebrow at me in expectation.

I blinked and closed my mouth, regaining enough of my stubbornness to turn my head away and close my eyes, as if trying to deny his
existence. I heard him hiss in a deep, threatening way.

'So be it. I'll have you, either way... And when I'm done, you'll be begging for more.' The hairs along my arms rose again, his words stirring
something deep within me.

He lept up onto the work table, kicking my legs apart roughly and settling between them. his hips rested against mine and he ground them into
me, bringing to my attention something very hard between us.

He dug his cold fingers into the neckline of my white tshirt, ripping it from me, jerking me off the table and startling me with the brutality of the
force he used. He gazed down at me, his hands caressing over the lacy white bra. He mumbled 'White for purity... White for virginity...' My spine
turned to ice. How did he know I was a virgin...?

Then he leaned down, taking the fabric between the cups into his mouth. He yanked back and it sprang free, the bra snapped in the middle,
ruined. I was completely bared to him, unable to cover myself or hide from those crimson eyes.


My captor cursed under his breath before almost violently attacking my right breast with his mouth. He bit the nipple between his teeth, flicking
his tongue over the hardening peak before sucking the soft tissue into his mouth.

My back arched off the table and I gasped involuntarily at the onslaught. his hand gripped and roughly kneaded the other as he worked over my breast with his mouth. I felt his sharp teeth sliding over my skin threateningly, knowing at any moment they could rip into me if he wanted.

My heart pounded with a mix of fear and a rising, unknown desire within me.

He released my breast from his mouth with a wet smack, his dangerous eyes glaring into mine.

'Your heart is calling to me...' He moved forward so that his face was at my neck. He nuzzled the throbbing pulse near my throat, sighing.

'How does it feel... knowing I could drink you dry if I wanted?' He squeezed my breast hard, stealing a gasp from me. his tongue caressed the
flesh over my racing pulse; I involuntarily angled my head to give him better access. He murmured appreciatively.

'You smell so delicious...' his teeth scraped over my pulse, drawing a shiver out of me. He chuckled a little, the sound a deep, throaty sound. He
spoke softly,

'I could kill you if I wanted... Tear open your throat and drink away your life.'

He kissed over my pulse again, lingering and letting his tongue snake out again to caress the sensitive flesh. A small whimper of fear and
something else escaped my trembling lips.

'Tell me what you think about that, Lolly.' My name sounded strange on his tongue.

I licked my dry lips, noticing how his eyes followed my tongue. I spoke, hesitantly, in a quivering voice.

'I think... if that's what you really wanted, you would have done that already.' He was inhumanly still for a moment, before a slow smile spread over his perfect face.

'Smart girl.'

He squeezed my breast hard again, extracting a gasp from me, opening my mouth to him. He leaned down, capturing my lips with a strange
hunger I'd never known before. My mind went completely blank as he pulled away to see my reaction.

I blinked, my brain feeling a little hazy as I stared back at him. I bit my lip, replaying over in my head what had just happened. Is this what a kiss
was really like? Then it seemed to dawn on him.

'That was your first kiss?' He looked taken aback for a few seconds. Then his pupils dilated a bit and he growled deep in his throat before
leaning back down and taking my lips again. My current situation forgotten, I lay there, trying to sort out how to react, the first time today when
I was completely at a loss for words or action.

I let instinct take over. He claimed my bottom lip, sucking gently. I pursed my lips together a little, putting a bit of pressure on his upper lip. his
hips ground against me again as he deepened the kiss, his tongue pushing against my lips.

Not knowing what else to do, I let him in and he swirled his tongue around mine, the sensations rendering my mind blank and my body limp. He
whispered against my lips,

'That's it... don't fight me.' He kissed me passionately, his hand starting to knead my breast again, flicking and rolling my nipple with his thumb
while the other slipped beneath my head, gripping the back of my neck as his fingers intertwined in my hair.

He began kissing along my jawline, moving back toward my neck. Each kiss kindled the fire growing just under my skin and I began to feel a
thirst within my body I had never known before.
his grinding began to feel good and I moaned beneath him as he sucked on my neck. My arms struggled against the chains, wanting to touch
him. He spoke, his words muffled by the sensitive flesh of my throat against his lips.

'Not yet, my darling.' He worked his way down my neck, pausing at my breasts again. his face moved away from mine as he maneuvered himself
lower over me.

He kissed the soft skin above my belly button, his hands shredding my dark-gray, knee length leggings. He flung the remnants of clothing off
the table, dipping his tongue in my belly button before kissing lower. Distress began to filter through the haze in my mind.

I mewled a soft,

'Wait...' My captor paused at his task.

'Trust me, babe.' He resumed, kissing softly above my panty line and my hips, silencing any protest I may have had. I felt his hands gently pushing my knees apart, giving him access to my sacred part.

I felt him blowing a steady stream of cool air over me and realized that he had somehow slipped my underwear off me while I was distracted.

Before I could protest, he latched onto my sensitive nub and sucked softly, drawing a moan from me.
My back arched from the sensation, my mind completely hazy as I felt his mouth in the place I had never been touched before. My legs quivered and my knees spread a little more, my body inviting him in without my permission.



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My back arched from the sensation, my mind completely hazy as I felt his mouth in the place I had never been touched before.

My legs quivered and my knees spread a little more, my body inviting him in without my permission.

his tongue swirled around my clit, awakening each nerve ending and setting them each ablaze. I didn't understand what I was feeling, and under present circumstances I didn't care.

He paused and I felt his eyes on my face. Through my panting, I managed to choke out,
'Please... don't stop... ohhhhhh...' his tongue slid up through my folds, turning my legs to jelly and my words to unintelligible moans and groans.

Then I felt something probing uncomfortably at my entrance. I bit my lip as I felt him touching me and stretching me a little.

Then I felt him suck on the sensitive little bud again and I completely forgot any discomfort. My belly was tightening in a weird way, but the way he made me feel I didn't want to care.

He drew on my clit repeatedly and I gasped, moaned, and writhed beneath him. I felt him insert his finger inside me and he stroked my inner walls, adding a new dimension to the sensation he was forcing onto me. The tightening within me kept growing with each second.

He flicked my nub with his tongue as he simultaneously swirled his finger inside me and the tightness exploded within me, unleashing a torrent of pleasure. My senses barely noticed the brief bit of pain as they were overcome by the intense sensation.

I heard myself whimpering softly as the cascade of pleasure began to ebb after a few moments. My heart no longer pounded with fear; the negative emotions temporarily gone as I basked in the glow of the new contentedness I suddenly felt.

Then, I became aware of something wet on the inside of my thighs and dripping down my bottom onto the table; I thought that perhaps I had peed myself and felt my cheeks grow hot with shame. I opened my eyes as I felt a shadow loom over me.

Piercing red eyes studied my face as my heart began to beat normally. He smiled and I noticed his lips were shiny and wet.

'You are absolutely exquisite when you come...' He leaned down to me again, kissing me gently. He tasted different. I swallowed hard.

'What just happened? ...what did you do to me?' I raised my head and looked down between us. his clothes were now gone and he was settled between my legs again. What I saw protruding from him made my eyes widen. He continued, seemingly unhampered by my attention on other places.

'You just had an orgasm. It happens when you feel really good.' He paused and licked his lips, the shiny stuff disappearing. I blinked, raising my gaze back to his face, and my cheeks felt hot again as I asked quietly,
'...did I pee?' He laughed.

'No darling. It happens when you have an orgasm.' I nodded.

My attention went back to his hips. He answered my unspoken question.





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'...did I pee?' He laughed.

'No darling. It happens when you have an orgasm.' I nodded.

My attention went back to his hips. He answered my unspoken question.

'That, Lolly, is my cock and it will go inside you where you felt me touching you a bit ago.' I swallowed hard.

'...go inside me?' He kissed my neck softly.

'Yes. I'm going to take you, Babe. I'm going to Bleep you with my cock.'

Before I could respond, he shifted his hips and used his hand to guide himself. I felt it pressing against me. I squirmed against him, whispering in fear:

'H-how is that going to fit in me??' I twisted my hips away, trying to close my legs as I felt a little panic. The piercing eyes stared daggers into me.

I felt his hands on my hips grip tightly, holding the yielding flesh in a vice like grip. He leaned closer to my ear, whispering threateningly:

'You will not deny me entry. If you submit, I'll be gentle. If not, I can make this more painful for you then it will already be.' He pressed his hips forward, the pressure increasing as he illustrated his point.

his eyes seemed to pierce directly into my soul; there was no give to his will and I knew there was no way out of this. After a few seconds, I forced myself to relax, opening my legs to him again. He sighed, his legs trembling.

'Good girl.'

Before I could protest, he captured my lips as he thrust his hips forward. I felt a pain like a sharp rubber band snap and I opened my mouth to yelp, but he absorbed my cries with his mouth and kissed me passionately.

He moaned deep in his throat, his body shaking above me. He broke the kiss, drawing in a sharp breath and cursing.

'God you feel so good...' He kissed my pulse again and slowly rotated his hips. I winced at the discomfort; I felt like I was being split in half. He kissed my neck firmly, pulling away briefly enough to apologize.

'I'm sorry love... It's going to hurt for a little bit.' There was only one solid question in my mind.

'Is it really inside me?' He moved his hips again and I could feel it moving in me. He began slowly moving his hips back and forth, pulling out a little and then going back in. It hurt at first, but it soon started to feel good like before. The man was still shaking. He murmured.

'You're so tight... So good... I want to ride you hard but you aren't ready... God damn...' He did pick up the pace, however. When he pulled out, I felt a new kind of emptiness that was soon relieved after he surged back in, gyrating his hips.

He hit a really sensitive spot inside me and I moaned again, wrapping my legs around him as he moved within me.

He cursed under his breath and pumped faster, harder. It felt so good inside me and I soon wanted him to fill me more, get deeper, go harder.

I struggled against the chains binding my arms down and he lifted a hand, gesturing like he did before. The links disintegrated around my wrists like sawdust and my arms sprang free and wrapped around his shoulders.



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