The Ways To Skin A Cat
Chapter One: You May Call Me Master
By: Efraeya and SniperWolfGang
This story is currently on hiatus until further notice.
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It was a cold dark
night in the sleepy town of London. The pale light cast eerie shadows
upon the cobble stone streets and brick house walls as drunken patrons
swaggered their way home after the long night of drinking their woe's away.
Pulling free of one of these groups was young woman about the age of
eighteen made her way across the street.
She only lived a few blocks away from the bar, conveniently named the
Devil's Nest, where she worked the night shift part time. Brushing her
blonde and black locks over her shoulders she sighed as she squinted
against the drizzle of rain and fog that blanketed the street. She wore a
tight black dress with a rectangular cut for the chest, leaving a hint of
her bosom visible underneath. It was laced with elegant Gothic patterns
much similar to her gloves that ran from her fingers to mid arms.
As the dress ended at her mid thighs only a hint of skin was visible
before her stockings started down her long shapely legs and disappeared
under lace up leather boots.
Tonight had been a hectic one. Many patrons had come in fowl moods and
wandering hands. One had even slapped her across the cheek for her not
wanting to sit on his lap while he drank, whom
was quickly escorted out by the bouncer. Her eyes were heavy as she
turned the street corner it was to be a few hours before dawn.
She had only been where for three months since she decided to finish
school at the University here. It was tough being so far class=SpellE>form her friends and family but it would be worth it
by the end of the year. By then she would have her degree and would be
off to find a job back in New York as a dancer for one of the musicales.
The sound of her vibrating phone caught her attention as she came to a
stop at her front steps. Reaching into her apron she retrieved her phone
and put it to her ear. "Hello?"
"Orchid? Orchiiiid!" It was her
youngest brother Casper. "When are you coming home!?" He
whined.
"Soon ok? You be a good boy and get into bed before mom finds you
ok?" She giggled as she turned and sat down upon the dry step at the
top.
"Aw fine!"
"I love you."
"Love you to...."
"Bye." She hung up and sighed again, feeling even more home
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The night had been long for many people, the patrons at the bar certainly
would have had their fill of sorrow to try and rid themselves of through
alcohol. Without a shadow of a doubt, a number of them would have cast a
cheeky glance at the gap in her dress, a few may have oggled
her obviously and even attempted to grab a feel. But worse than the drunks
who attempt to feel something are the sober ones who don't. The ones who
watch without saying anything, drinking one drink slowly all evening and
maybe even seeming friendly when talked to by someone else. Those were the
worst as they were the most unpredictable.
If anyone was likely to do anything reckless, it was those who had had a
few. The ones who get angry when their 'reasonable' requests aren't
fulfilled. They have to be escorted out, of course, no questions asked.
Those moments of recklessness are fine in moderation; there is a bouncer to
escort them away. Worse are the ones who aren't likely to do something
reckless. The ones who spend days, weeks, months
even, planning something. Coincidentally, they are the quiet ones. One day,
without warning, they snap and decided that class=GramE>its the night to go through with their absurd
plan. And once in a blue moon, one of these people goes and does it.
This particular man was, for all intents and purposes, mild-mannered and
could be accused of being 'socially awkward'. He was twenty-one, working
for a small paper company, dealing with the finances and the computer work.
It didn't seem like much but it was enough for himself.
As that was how he lived, in a small house by himself. His parents had died
the previous year and he, an only child, got the house ahead of the other
relatives. The entire situation with the wills was highly dubious but
nothing was ever proven, for all intents and purposes he was as ordinary as
the next guy... except with a house in the middle of London. His name?
Spike. Spike Coyote. Was it really a wonder that his parents vanished after
giving him a name like that?
He had followed her this far and she hadn't noticed.
There was only one way that he was going to be able to do this, and that
would be by getting into her own house. Following
her in then holding her prisoner in her own home... nobody would even
notice him if he was missing for a day or two... or three... or four. Spike
watched as she got out her keys, this was it. Without a moment to lose he
ran, one hand coming over her mouth and the other placing the knife he held
to her throat. "Don't scream." He said quickly. "Unlock your
door, we go inside and we sit down in your kitchen, got that? Make a sound
and I'll cut off your fucking head."
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His thick accent and sharp tone froze her body instantly. It reminded her of
her father whom had waked
out on the family before she and her fraternal twin sister were born. He had
been a true blue German. He loved his smokes, his job, sex, and his wife for
some time.
But they had fallen apart when her eldest brother's were still young and had
tried again and again over many years to try and repair their relationship. class=SpellE>How ever just before Orchid had left that her mother had
fallen ill with a brain tumor and has just given up on everything. Her father
had left years before followed loyally by her eldest brothers and remarried
to is old high school sweetheart and had fathered yet another child with her
and left Orchid her sister, brother, and mother to suffer. It only proved how
much he never loved them and that had left her with a growing anger towards
him.
Just as the knife pressed against her skin an unstoppable whimper escaped her
red lips as fear over took her, one that she had never felt so strongly
before. Usually standing at a healthy five feet nine inches she now felt much
smaller against the towering man behind her. Her hands hung frozen as she
stared with wide green orbs at the front door.
What did he want? And why did he choose her? Did he know that she wasn't from
here? Know that for the next three days she would be at school and no one
would notice her absence at the bar? Body trembling she moved the key slowly
to the lock, pressing the cold metal into its respective slot and turned the
key. The lock clicked and the door opened into a dark foyer. This was a town
house, not many people could afford one on their own. Hoping that that
thought would cross his mind and that maybe a room mate
or boyfriend was lurking within the house would deter him and that he would
release her unharmed but something deep down told her that this man was much
smarter then his kidnapping regime.
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He was white, but for a balaclava over his head it was difficult to tell. This
way any onlookers wouldn't have a description to give. This meant that she had
hope, at least, for now. Spike wasn't planning on killing her, that wouldn't be
fun at all. He wanted her for her body and little else... every night in that
bar, showing a little bit of this or a little bit of that... this time she was
undoubtedly putting little thought to how she looked. Instead, whether she
might live or die may have been on her brain, the kind of thing you think about
with a knife to your neck.
Slowly he walked her forwards, kicking the door shut behind himself
and thus shutting them inside the house. It seemed big, another kidnapper would
have got worried about a potential partner or roommate, but he wasn't. This
wasn't the first time he'd followed her home... it wasn't even the first time
this week. As with most of these things it starts with an obsession that gets
way out of hand, and that was exactly what had happened here. He knew a good
number of things about her that she would be worried to know he knew... though
right now that must have been the least of her worries.
As it went, he'd spent a good amount of time watching her house and watching
the people that went in and out... and the term 'people' was quite redundant.
There was only one. Her. And she was hardly in a
position to argue that point. Whenever he'd seen her she'd been alone and he
knew that nobody else was inside this big place. It was just the two of them.
"Walk me to your kitchen." He said simply, in a deliberately husky
voice to mask his own. He didn't want her possibly recognising
him yet. Slowly they walked and he held her at knife-point at all times, making
sure she didn't try anything funny. Spike was breathing heavily, already
thinking of all of the things he could possibly do to her, not class=SpellE>realising how loud his heart was pounding. He'd done class=GramE>it, he'd actually gone and done it! Finally, she was his and
he could do with her as he pleased... get her to the kitchen first... that was
what he needed to do. "When we get there, i'll
let you sit down on a chair."
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Another whimper escaped her
lips as she felt the sheer heat of his body against her
cold body. The life had drained from her face as she made the
long walk to the kitchen. It was the longest walk of her
short life as her footsteps echoed across the creaking
floor boards, pounding into her ears with each step.
His musky damp smell mixed in with her light dust of
lavender and jasmine; her mother's perfume that she had
given her before she left for England. It was such class=GramE>a keep sake that he rarely ever sprayed
the scent upon herself but today she felt particular today.
She sprayed it over her neck before work eight hours
earlier, now she wished she hadn't.
Finally the destination was reached. It was a small kitchen
despite the size of the rest of the house. A small bland
wooden table sat in the middle of the room with two chairs
on either end. She stared at it nonchalantly. Would that be
her place of death? She imagined herself lying upon it
cold, pale, and bloody.
The vision sent a trembled through her body as her eyes
closed, allowing two tears to fall onto Spike's hand as he
still kept his hand tightly over her mouth. Walked to the
chair like a child in trouble she was set down upon it.
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The walk was slow and he didn't seem to mind that, for his
part he allowed her to control their movement into the kitchen.
Right now he was quite sure that she wasn't going to attempt
to run away from him, she seemed to
frightened for that. The tears confirmed it. Slowly he
allowed her to sit down, then
carefully he removed the knife from her neck and took his
hand from her mouth, moving over to sit on the table as he
looked at her.
"Don't do anything stupid." He said simply with a
gruff voice, the balaclava still hiding all of his features,
though he could very easily see hers. If only she knew that a
crying girl got him aroused faster... perhaps the
helplessness turned him on? "If you do as I say class=SpellE>i'll let you live." That at least
seemed like a reasonable bargain, though exactly how much she
could trust him remained to be seen. He still had to get her
back to his to be truly safe.
"Now, I am going to need something to tie you to that
chair with." He grinned before lifting a hand to his
balaclava and taking it off. He had medium-length brown hair
and green eyes, otherwise he looked quite plain. She may have
seen him once or twice in the bar, more often if she paid
attention to the spot near the pool table. Though the
knowledge that he drank a rum and coke would hardly help her
now.
He clarified his question by rewording it, watching the girl
with that sick, twisted grin on his face. "Tell me where
you keep anything I can tie you to that chair with."
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She seemed to be in a daze as he
spoke to her. Frightened she may have been, but a push over she
hardly was. Raised by three bullying brother had toughened her
considerable towards the opposite sex. Though he did wield a
knife the question still hung on if he could use it? Her eyes
danced over the blade as his first sentence was lost on deaf
ears.
Tears still rolled down her cheek and a small sniffle or two
later she tilted her head towards the cabinet on the far side
of the kitchen. "P-please don't hurt me..." She spoke
in a faint whisper as she trembled stiffly. If she had been a
child she most certainly would have lost control of her bladder
by now.
"Just take anything you think is valuable and go."
She added in a slightly higher tone as she kept her eyes
everywhere but on his. His motive surely had to be robber
now...right? She could only hope that's all it was and that
alone. Noting that she hardly had anything of value in this
house and considering that playing it cool so as he would leave
faster might be in her best interest she turned slightly in her
seat.
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"Don't you dare fucking move!"
He shouted at her, raising the knife to her cheek and lightly
pressing the tip against her flesh. That was as much of a warning
as she would get; anything else and he'd be forced to cut her. If
he reacted like that to a tiny movement, she really didn't want
to stand up. He had a foul look on his face after that outburst,
a foul look which quickly turned into a smirk.
"Take anything I think is valuable? My pet, can't you see
that's what i'm doing..?" That had
to clarify it for her if everything else didn't. He wasn't here
for money or for anything to sell. He was here for her and
nothing else. Spike's grin seemed to widen as he watched her cry,
his own eyes now flickering to the cabinet she'd gestured
towards. He looked back at her before furrowing his brow, his
grin turning into a scowl once more. "Move and I cut a big slice
off of your face."
With that said, Spike was confident that she wasn't going to try
moving anywhere. He drew back the knife and kept hold of it,
confidently moving past the table and towards that cabinet,
keeping one eye on her at all times. Once he got there, he used
his free hand to grip the handle and open it, glancing to see
what was inside.
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She gulped as she watched him walk
towards the cabinet, his back facing her. This was by far her only
chance to save herself. Her heart pounded in her ears as she
thought left and right about what she had been planning to do, and
if she failed she would get cut. On the other hand he was going to
kill her anyway no doubt.
Would it really be much of a loss either way? But if she succeeded
she would survive. Survive. The word repeated in her mind like a
broken record. Her mother had taught her to bed a strong woman and
stand up to those who wanted to abuse her. Breath now lost she
jumped up from the chair and gripped the back support tightly. With
all her strength she had she flung it towards the Spike's back,
only hoping it out strike him and leave him incapacitated long
enough for her to flee.
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Spike blinked as he looked inside the cabinet. He was acting quite
cocky, very confident as he stood with his back to her, feeling quite
sure that he'd have no trouble with her now. He seemed certain in his
mind that she was utterly his... which made it even more surprising
when he looked inside the cabinet. What the hell? Tins of food, a can
opener and some cereal? She had sent him to the wrong place, that in
turn could only mean one thing...
Spike turned just in time to see the chair come hurtling towards him
but wasn't able to do anything to stop it. He felt it connect with
his chest, winding him and sending him backwards against the counter.
"Fuck!" He shouted through the pain, granted it would have
been worse if it had hit him in the back, if one of the legs had hit
him. As it was the back of the chair had connected with his chest and
so the impact was spread out, it did little other than wind him. She
was, to put it plainly, pretty unlucky.
He still held the knife and his eyes flickered as he glared at her,
managing to keep his ground before chasing after her, all she managed
to get from it was a two-second head start... but maybe that was
enough? Especially considering he wasn't able to run very fast as he
tried to overcome the pain of the impact of that chair. Lucky he'd at
least shut the front door.
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As soon as the chair had left her finger tips
she was gone. Like a flock of frightened birds she flew across the
kitchen nimbly, despite her rather high heeled footwear, and into the
foyer. Freedom was so close but she could hear him just behind her.
Reaching for the door she glanced over her shoulder to find the location
of the insane man that had invaded her somber life.
Please don't jam. She thought as she suddenly remembered her many
nights being locked out side of her home because the door handle was a
bit rusty in the gears and allowed the mechanism to work. Gripping the
handle so tightly that her knuckled had turned white the door was flung
open...but was it still to
late?
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In a word, yes. But she had been so close to escape, that may have made
the whole situation even worse... if only the leg of the chair had hit
him in the gut, in the groin, anything, she would have been free. As it
was, Spike made it to her fast enough to throw himself forwards and grip
her dress, pulling on it sharply to tug her back inside. Within a moment
his hand grasped her hair and pulled it sharply, throwing her backwards
and to the ground. With a quick glance outside, he kicked the door shut
and glared daggers at the girl on the floor at his feet. No doubt she was
going to continue to struggle, so he had to beat that out of her.
Without giving her time to recuperate, he laid a hard kick into her side,
the thick leather of his boot connecting with her ribs in a way that did
not sound healthy, his voice a heavy growl now.
"You fucking thought you'd run away? I'm gonna
have to fucking show you you class=SpellE>ain't running anywhere, sorry but you've fucking
earned this!" Another hard kick to her side as he beat her, all
hopes of escape surely gone now?
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A cry escaped her painted red lips as she felt
her bones break as easily as if she had been made of glass. The pain shot
through her chest instantly wiping any strength she had left. His boots
were steel toed and very cleverly placed. Another kick granted him another
scream as she was hurled back into the bottom most stair
leading to the upper floor.
In the struggle her tight little dress had ridden up slightly and revealed
more thigh and just a hint of panties that she no
doubt did not want to be seen. Coughing uncontrollably she gasped for air
as her chest constricted. She felt like jelly all over, every limb
trembling and weak. Her lungs felt as if they were deflated inside her as
she longed for a good decent breath.
Like a fragile porcelain doll she lied on the floor whimpering like the
wounded animal that she was. Hand gripping her bosom as she choked herself
for the sweet air her body was in need of. The tears fell uncontrollably
now as she had wish more then ever for just one
of her brothers or hell even her father to come strolling through the door.
Thoughts they were merely and doubtful to come true.
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"You see what happens? I wanted to keep you all pristine and nice but
no, you just had to go and make me do that. You stupid fuck." He berated
her, not giving her another kick as those two had clearly been enough. Spike rubbed
his hands together, the anger from her escape having been put into hurting
her so he now felt considerably more calm. Slowly he
drew a deep breath to cool himself off and nodded his head, turning around.
For a moment he did nothing, just looking at the door, before taking
something out of his pocket. It wasn't particularly obvious what that thing
was, it appeared to be just a piece of metal, but it was thin enough to fit
through the crack of the door. For a moment he seemed to be moving it to line
up with something before jamming the metal in the door, fitting it perfectly
where the latch was. He then gripped the handle and attempted to open the
door - it wouldn't budge. He had jammed the lock.
Spike then turned around, quite sure that the metal would be very difficult
to remove from the latch, before he looked at the girl and ran his eyes
greedily over her body. For a moment he considered molesting her then and
there, but no, it was too soon for that. He reached forwards and gripped her
hair, yanking her to her knees by it. "I want ropes, strings, cords,
anything like that. Show me where I can get them before i'm
forced to break that pretty little nose of yours." His free hand was
empty; she would probably realise now that he'd
left the knife in the kitchen. But surely she was past the point of thinking
about escape..?
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Yes the thoughts of escape were gone. For the moment.
Pain assailed her as she clumsily clamored onto her
knees, both hands resting upon his forearm as he held his hand in the nest of
her hair so tightly that if was beginning to give her a head ache.
Taking short sharp breathes her eyes closed in refusal to identify his
existence in front of her. How she wish he would just disappear into dust and
she would wake up safe and sound in her bed. But such thoughts were for fairy
tales.
This was as real as it was going to get and though she was a fighter, it was
not the way to deal with this pervert. Still trembling she shook her head
slightly as he demanded her to tell him where anything was to bind her with,
but all she had was a few suit cases of clothes, other random trinkets, and a
few lamps. Nothing sufficient to tie a fully grown woman up
with unless one was creative.
"I don't..have anything..." She whimpered in
a frightened and yet seducing tone.
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He yanked roughly on her hair,
clearly not afraid to hurt her more as he spat on the floor. "Fine,
we'll just have to make do." With little warning, he threw her against
the stairs once more before growling at her, "i'm
going to get my knife. When I come back I want you to have taken off that
dress, or else I'll have to take it off for you." He growled his words
before skulking off into the kitchen to get his knife. Spike was truthfully
only giving her a few seconds of respite as he went to regain his weapon,
if she wanted to try another escape she had time to attempt it, but after
the way he'd jammed the door she would be very lucky to get out of there
without a knife in her back.
Indeed, she would do better to use this time to breath
and try and get some composure about herself, this was only going to get
worse. Spike came back within a matter of seconds, holding the knife
tightly in his hand and approaching the bottom of the steps once more,
where he expected her to be. He was breathing heavily, heart pounding,
wanting to see how she would look. To see if she'd done as he said, if
she'd been clever and at least followed his demands. If not... things would
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Indeed she had at least made an attempt to remove the tight garment from her
slender and toned body but every small movement she made to pull the zipper
down a bit farther send sharp searing pains throughout her body. Gasping
every few seconds and pulled the stubborn zipper down lower, crying as she
did.
When she heard him returning her heart stopped as she released the zipper,
leaving her back exposed and the clasp of her bra she quickly slid the front
of the dress down to reveal the perk of her chest though still hidden behind
her under garments. Embarassed she tugged the class=SpellE>garmet off her hips and laid it to rest on the floor.
Arms quick to cover her bosom and legs to cover her lower half she sniffled
once again, eyes red and puffy with streaks of masquera
running down her cheek; and still refusing to look at him; she sat.
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"There's a good girl... i'm glad you're not
being stupid anymore." Spike grinned as he came into view, seeing her body
exposed like that it was all he could do to stop himself from laughing. This
was so easy - granted there had been a hiccup, but look what he had in front of
him now. His eyes coveted her body, taking in all the curves that he could see
as he approached.
His free hand came out to touch her cheek once he was close enough, feeling it
wet with her tears. Gingerly he stroked her cheek, acting only somewhat
soothing considering the position she was in. "Good girls don't get
punished, so keep being a good girl and you won't have to feel this knife
against your body anymore..." He held it very carefully, making sure he
could slice her leg or arm if she tried anything.
Spike then released her cheek and stood up, looking up the stairs before giving
her his next order. "Stand up, lead me up the stairs to your bedroom. When
we get there you're going to take off those shoes, strip off everything but
your panties. You will then lie on your front on your bed and place your hands
behind your back. Got that?" That was just to scare her, to make her think
he was going to molest her so soon. No, he had a better plan than that. For now
though he was going to watch his victim do as she was
told and gave her a wicked grin just to show he was serious. "Well? What
are you waiting for? GO!"
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Orchid flinched as he touched her and then shouted at
her once again. Why oh why did she go into work today? She
scolded herself as she stood and slowly made her way up the
stairs, floor creaking under her steps. It was another longest
trek of her life. Each step brought her closer to the bed room
and what awaited her in there she didn't even want to think about
Stepping upon the threshold she looked a gander back at him only
to quickly avert her eyes. That pervert was on her heels like a
rabid dog that had been starved for a week. As the bedroom loomed
closer she swayed slightly in her step as her throbbing ribs
clicked and twisted under her skin. And then there it was.
She had stepped through the gate way to hell and had lowered to
herself next next to the bed. The boots
were removed first and reluctantly the bra then gloves. Sitting
practically nude now she kept her eyes on the dingy cream color
carpet as her hands hovered over her stockings. He did say take
everything off but her panties. Sniffling again she began to peel
back one of them. |
The man that followed her up the stairs struck quite a horrific
figure as they walked. His clothes left little to be desired -
black jeans, black t-shirt, black jacket - but in a way it only
made him more frightening, more detached from humanity. He dressed
like a burglar but was acting like a perverted kidnapper, which was
exactly what he was. The first time he had a girl at his beck and
call and he was using it how he wanted. To him, the walk up the
stairs took barely any time at all and before long they were in her
bedroom.
His eyes feasted on her body with a lecherous hunger as she
undressed, her clothes only doing to arouse him as he saw her
remove her bra. Seeing her breasts he very visibly licked his lips,
an action that would probably make her feel sick. It was only when
she reached her stockings that he thought of something and put out
his hand to stop her - "No... leave
these on." His words were simple but were spoken with a
disgusting slur only echoed by what he did next; he placed his free
hand on her thigh and ran it along the smooth feel of her stocking.
"Yes, leave these on. In fact, how about you pick up those
gloves and put those back on, too..?" He licked his lips once
more, luckily for her releasing her thigh. "Put them on and
show me where you keep your clothes - we're going to play a fun
game of 'dress-up'." Fun for him at least.
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A sickened expression crossed her face as his hand slid along her
thigh, causing in undeniable tremor through out
her body. Much as her expression showed she felt very much like
vomiting all over the place. Swallowing the glop's of spit that was
over flowing in her mouth she lifted the black silk gloves, once also
belonging to her mother, and one by one returned them to her arms.
This guy was as sick as they came, torturing her with mind games and
mere looks that made her cower. All of this to him was just foreplay,
all to tease him so that when the time came he would take his
pleasure from her and revel in complete ecstasy at her cries.
Another quick nod was cast towards the closet door that was firmly
shut across the room. Her wardrobe was vast with many skimpy costumes
that she would strut around in during high school to grab all the
attention she could just to be the school tease.
A pervert's play ground was what it was about to turn into. And that
lick of his lips proved it.
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"Well don't just sit there!" Spike grinned again,
she must have been getting sick of the sight of him grinning by now.
That was all he seemed to do, take such pleasure at her pain that it
made him grin. He reached forwards with his free hand, finding the
girl's nipple and tugging on it sharply as he got her to stand up. Once
stood he released her nipple and pointed to the wardrobe with his
knife.
"Go and pick yourself out something extra slutty to wear,
preferably something too small for you that your breasts hardly fit
into." He grinned, his hand having moved from her chest all the
way to her behind. He gently laced a finger around her panties before
firmly squeezing one of her cheeks, that venomous grin ever-present on
his face as he did so. He couldn't have looked much more pleased of
himself than he did then.
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Her nipple was the only minorly
annoying. Wasn't she in enough pain already? As she abruptly stood to
relieve it of its pain the pinch still left it hardened against her
youthfully tanned skin as her arms moved to cover then again, though class=SpellE>the were a bit to large for
her slender arms alone to cover, a pillow would have been more suited to
the job.
As she had taken her first step towards the fun house that was her closet
she felt his hand grasping her derriere. Anger welled inside her as he
took a tight grip upon it, bringing her to a stand
still. And with out thinking she spun.
The loud slap of skin upon skin rang through the air followed closely by
a disgruntled hiss from the blonde and black haired woman.
As soon as the deed had been done she regretted it. Quickly lowering her
hand she stepped away from his with wide eyes. He would no doubt be
furious with her and give her another hard lesson in manners but by god
he deserved it one hundred fold. With that she rose her head up in
superiority as she awaited her punishment. |
Spike had spent his time with that sick smile and finally something was
done to wipe that grin off his face. As the slap connected he felt his face
drop, mouth agape in pure shock at what had just happened. He looked up at
Orchid, glaring daggers at her as his face showed pure anger... before it
turned into laughter. His heavy laughs echoed throughout the room as he
stared at his captive, merely laughing at her instead of looking pained.
Degrading her by laughing at her defiance.
He pulled himself together, shaking his head with a deep breath before
raising his knife and taking a step forward to close the short distance
between them. He was about to cut her with it, but at the last moment
decided against it; he was definitely stronger than her, so he didn't need
to do it right now. Besides, he didn't really want to bloodstain her body
just yet, not before their fashion show.
With little warning, he gripped her hair once more before walking around
her, dragging her roughly and painfully to the wardrobe with a series of
yanks and tugs. Once there, he threw her against the wood by her hair and
turned around, walking towards the door. He got to her bedroom door and
shut it before turning around and staring at her. "Do as I told you to
before i'm forced to really hurt you." He
growled, producing something from his jacket pocket. It was long and black,
flat and triangular, hard to tell exactly what it was before he slid the
knife edge inside it - it was a sheath. Once the task was complete he
replaced the knife in his pocket, giving him his hands free to be able to
molest her as he saw fit.
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Though she had expected to be beaten severely it
surprised her that he merely laughed at her and sheathed his weapon. He
certainly was brave. Keeping her eyes fixed on him the entire time her hand
was lowered behind her. Twisting slightly and turning the handle. The door
swung in with a small creak. Backing into the closet the door was shut
promptly again.
Pressing her back to the door she sink down until
she sat at the bottom and pulled her knee's to her chest. Still trembling in
pain and fear she felt violated as she wondered what had she done to deserve
this treatment, what she should have preconditioned against it, and more
importantly; was she ever going to see her family again?
She sat for minutes in the closet in silence as tears silently fell down her
cheeks. He was going to begin to wonder what was taking her so long and in
truth she had no idea what to put on nor did she even want to bow down to
him. Her entire wardrobe was two sizes to small for
her in the first place so the selection should have been simple and yet it
was becoming the hardest decision of her life.
And the realization that she did not have a choice in the matter hung heavy
in the air. Pulling herself to her feet again she reached to what was
closest. That happened to be a pair of blue jean shorts, and class=SpellE>and tight little dancer's top. It met his requirements to
a T. Her ass was practically half visible in the shorts, her breasts were
certainly hanging out and her mid drift was completely nude.
The door was opened again as she crept her way out, eyes still down cast as
she stood before him in her raunchy little outfit.
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The moment she stepped into the wardrobe, Spike took care of a few things
himself. First and foremost he took off his jacket, but not before placing his
sheathed weapon in the pocket of his jeans, just in case she attempted escape
again. Second, he went over to the bed and found her pillows, quickly pulling
off the pillowcases so that he could use them as gags of blindfolds at a later
date. He brought the pillowcases to the near side of the bed and placed them on
top of his jacket, leaving them closeby for ease of
access.
Spike then sat down on the bed and began undoing his bootlaces, only taking a
few moments to be able to take off his boots. He then removed his socks, shoving
them inside the boots and getting up in order to place them by the door. There,
much better. His clothes were fresh and he bathed regularly so there wasn't any
issue with smell, though he certainly did have a slight musky class=SpellE>scent to him. As Spike walked back to the bed he considered
how much better he felt now, barefoot on the carpet of her bedroom in just the
t shirt and jeans. Fortunately for her, it was because he took so long in doing
this that she wasn't berated for taking a while to get changed; indeed, as he
came back to the bed he was just in time to look up and see Orchid exiting the
wardrobe in her new outfit... and what an outfit it was.
Upon seeing her dressed like that, Spike's eyes lecherously ran over her body
before he very visibly licked his lips. He was partly impressed by just how
easy it had been for her to find something so tight-fitting, partly dumbfounded
by how attractive she was. If there was any real reason for why this was
happening, she would have to accept that her voluptuous figure had a big part
to play in it, if not being the sole reason. If there could be any other
reasons, they would have had to have been concerned with how she dressed
herself; her outfit this evening for example had certainly been the clothes of
someone who was conscious to her appearance.
Without wasting anymore time Spike took a few steps
forwards and grinned widely, his hands coming out to rest against her bare
sides, feeling her flesh and gently stroking her. The gap between them wasn't
there anymore and he took advantage of this by taunting her further... it was
so much easier to be hurtful when he could see every nuance of her expression.
And didn't her cheeks look so lovely with those lines of masquara
down them? "You didn't take too long finding this outfit, class=SpellE>hm?" He was still wearing that disgusting grin, his
hands slowly moving up, right now just running along the bare flesh of her
toned belly. Now the real verbal taunting could begin. "Tell me... do you class=SpellE>shave your pubic hair..?" What an invasive question...
and yet she was hardly in a position not to answer him.
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She style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family:
"Times New Roman";color:green'> expression changed from a grim discovery to a
disgusted wreck as he dared to lay his fingers all over her again. As they
trailed along the sickening red blotch over her ribs she flinched backwards
again. Her body was tense as she pressed herself against the wall. class=GramE>That grin sent her hair standing up as it never ever left his
face or change an inch for minutes on end.
"Stop it..." She managed to whisper, a truly rare occasion that she
spoke more clearly so he could hear the sultry tones of her daily voice.
"Please....just leave me alone...I won't tell anyone..." Now she
had become so desperate as to offer him a clean walk if he would just take
his leave of her but she knew deep down men in his condition, the unstable
mental state that he was in, would never accept such an offer but take it as
an insult more over.
After all he had obviously taken the tedious steps of stalking her for who
knows how long and taken then time to force his way into her house, the hell
if he was going to leave empty handed. She knew there was no getting out of
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Did she really think that he would say yes? The hard part was over now, he was
inside. If anything, it would take more effort on his end to get out without
anyone ever knowing. His only hope of that would be putting her in a situation
in which she would never speak, never tell a soul about what he was doing to
her. About what he planned to do to her. Hell, if
Spike went through with every inch of his big plans for her... she'd never see
the outside world again. But there was no need to scare her with that knowledge
now, was there?
That grin vanished from his face, turning into a scowl again. How easily he
seemed to switch between emotions... in reality he was doing this deliberately,
trying to get her accustomed to the notion that him grinning meant good things
were coming, him scowling meant bad things... and this time was no exception.
Spike found himself quite happy to have both hands free and used them fully to
his advantage, lifting his hand and slamming it against her throat, pinning her
to the wardrobe by her neck and choking her as he did so. "That doesn't
sound like an answer to my question." He growled, his other hand slapping
her swollen rib to dish out just a little more pain.
Just like that, he released her. Spike was breathing heavily, shaking his head
a little before reaching his hands to her shorts. "Tell me or class=SpellE>i'll just be forced to find out myself." His hands
were ontop of her thighs, close to her waistband,
dangerously close to moving inside and truly molesting her. As it was, Spike
had no plans of giving her physical abuse like that in the near future, he was
much more concerned with embarassing her and breaking
her down emotionally. "Now, your pubes. class=GramE>Shaven? If not, colour?"
“Y-yes…” Was
her very somber embarrasses reply.
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It seemed painfully obvious that
he was going to do something to her body eventually; he was merely taking
his time so that when the moment did come she would be that much more
pained for it. She may even want it to happen eventually, to end the
torment that he was sure to give her. "Good girl." A psychopath
who wasn't afraid to say what he wanted. Now that was the worst kind. The
kind that calculated each move and even rationalised
his actions. In his mind, this wasn't just a reasonable thing to class=GramE>do, this was the absolute right thing to do. In his
mind, her body was now his property.
"Now was that so hard?" He asked her, his lustful eyes briefly
meeting with hers as he began to grin once more. Her eyes showed real pain,
suffering. It was then that he became truly aware of the reality of this
situation... and that only made him grin more. This was really happening.
The girl he had obsessed over for months was now his to do with as he saw
fit. Nobody else would do, she was his now. "No, I didn't think it
was." Spike's hands began to move upwards, sliding once more over bare
flesh before reaching her short top. He didn't give her any warning before
running his hands over her breasts, touching her in a delectfully
tender way, first feeling her through the skimpy top before moving up to
feel her flesh, pushing his hands down and around to pull her breasts out
of the top and leave them bare and available for him. It seemed there had
hardly been any point in the top after all if he was going to act like
this.
Right now he just wanted to see her reaction to being touched like this.
Granted he wasn't hurting her; his touches were tender and loving as though
he was her lover... though she probably wouldn't have felt them in that
way. He didn't give her pain, instead touches that under any other situation
would be seen as pleasurable, slight movements of his fingertips across her
bare breasts and over her nipples. What he did next would really depend on
her reaction; though whatever happened he wasn't done with their game of
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Her lip was bitten gently as he hands fondled the firm perky lumps upon her
chest. His touch was gentle and calming as his finger tips disrupted her
hardened nipples, which the chill of the room had brought on. It was then she
realized she was covered in goose bumps from just how chilly it was. She had
turned the heater off before she left for work and now the temperature was a
mellow sixty degrees.
Spike seemed unaffected by it, but then again he wasn't nearly nude on the
floor with a few cracked and or broken ribs. Or maybe it was his touch that
had caused the sensation throughout her body. A small exhale escaped her lips
as she relaxed slightly, almost enjoying the feel of his hands. They weren't
calloused like she expected them to be but smooth and slender, a sign that
the man was rather young still, much like herself.
She swallowed again as her expression still held disgust by him though
significant softened the longer her touched her, completely fading into a
blank expression within seconds. Her breathing had calmed along with her
pulse, bringing her out of the fog of fear and back in to lucidity as the
tension in her muscles receded.
Was he just doing this to lower her guard? Gently massaging her so she
relaxed before he he would
attack her again? Maybe. But she had only so much strength left in her aching
body and a growing feeling of tiredness was settling in.
She turned her Peridot eyes down to his hands as
they brushed along her velvety skin, watching intently and their every caress
and pinch and the occasional scratch from his nails. But what would he do
next? And would she still be able to keep her calm once he did make that next
move? She didn't know.
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With this particular obsession it was highly likely that Spike may snap between
periods of untold sympathy and loving attention for his captive, as well as
periods of anger and painful attention too. He was just as likely to stroke her
as he was to turn around and spank her, but right now he was doing the former
rather than the latter and Orchid should have been happy with it, for it could
be one hell of a lot worse.
He certainly didn't seem bothered by the temperature; his attention was very
much caught elsewhere. Though if it continued to be chilly he may notice and be
forced to do something about it; right now however his attentions were class=SpellE>focussed on the girl standing bare-chested in front of him.
His hands continued to caress her with a loving tenderness as he lightly ran
fingertips over her perky nipples, softly pleasuring her, making her feel more
secure.
It was now that his grin faded and he became more relaxed, perhaps his emotions
led by hers as her calming down made his face look blank as well. He had the
ball in his court as it were and wasn't going to waste it; they were so close
that it wasn't hard for him to lean forwards and place his lips against hers.
One thing she would notice though was that his eyes
were shut; this wasn't a forceful kiss. It matched the intensity of his hand movements;
just as soft and tender and almost loving. His freshly shaven face meant there
was no stubble to feel rough against her face, instead everything was smooth
and soft. Was part of his plan to seduce her..?
Leaning forward
he pressed his lips against hers and she surprisingly…did not push him away.
There could be no doubt that his tenderness was the reason that she hadn't
broken the kiss immediately and he recognized that fact, though his immediate
response was shock as well as she jerked herself back and hit her head against
the wardrobe. That moment of kindness seemed to vanish - it didn't go into
hatred but it certainly changed into something else. With a wicked grin Spike
shook his head disdainfully, all but tutting at her
actions as his fingertips ran to her nipples and clenched them tightly, pulling
slightly to bring her close to him once more. It was pain but it was soft pain
compared to what it could have been. "See? You shouldn't have broken the
kiss, now you've gone and hurt yourself even worse..."
His hands left her nipples as they ran down her body, finally coming to rest
gently on her hips. "How many guys have you fucked in your life, class=SpellE>hm?" He said suddenly, breaking that silence and
torturing her verbally once again. He had made up his mind; after this he would
send her back inside the wardrobe to put on a new skimpy outfit for him to play
with... and that cycle may continue a few times over. With his hands on her
hips he wasn't really threatening to molest her anymore, though with a quick
movement he would be able to if he so wanted. Right now all he wanted to do was
get an answer out of her.
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There could be no doubt that
his tenderness was the reason that she hadn't broken the kiss
immediately and he recognised that fact, though
his immediate response was shock as well as she jerked herself back and
hit her head against the wardrobe. That moment of kindness seemed to
vanish - it didn't go into hatred but it certainly changed into
something else. With a wicked grin Spike shook his head disdainfully,
all but tutting at her actions as his
fingertips ran to her nipples and clenched them tightly, pulling
slightly to bring her close to him once more. It was pain but it was
soft pain compared to what it could have been. "See? You shouldn't
have broken the kiss, now you've gone and hurt yourself even
worse..."
His hands left her nipples as they ran down her body, finally coming to
rest gently on her hips. "How many guys have you fucked in your
life, hm?" He said suddenly, breaking that
silence and torturing her verbally once again. He had made up his mind;
after this he would send her back inside the wardrobe to put on a new
skimpy outfit for him to play with... and that cycle may continue a few
times over. With his hands on her hips he wasn't really threatening to
molest her anymore, though with a quick movement he would be able to if
he so wanted. Right now all he wanted to do was get an answer out of
her. |
The feel of his hands upon her hips caused another tremor through her body
as she leaned back like a trapped cat against the wardrobe. The class=GramE>feelings of helplessness was suffocating as his grin
burned into her eyes. Why dosen't he just class=GramE>take what he wants and go? Orchid thought as her
eyes wandered to the light pink and blue sky outside her window. Freedom
it seemed was not to be earned so easily.
"Why are you doing this?" She whispered, avoiding his question
again, as she watched a few birds flying high in the sky towards the
horizon, wishing she was one of them. Her home sickness was also painful
now. And the thoughts of never hearing her mother's and brothers and
sisters voices again broke her heart. Eyes wandering then to the
nightstand he fixed upon the picture of her mother.
A tall woman with and interesting dye job for her hair, silver with red
streaks with a pair of shinning sapphire blue eyes. No doubt where
Orchid's style had come from. Her mother was nigh the age of forty yet
still looked like a seventeen year old with a matching body to boot. Most
commonly mistaken for the elder sister of the twin girls.
Tears welled in her eyes again the longer she stared at the picture. She
wanted to go home and hug her mother, smell her, and feel her warmth and
unconditional love.
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Spike shook his head as he watched her begin to get upset again; he'd tried
to calm her down but she just went and got more upset. His grin seemed to
vanish as he was again annoyed with her, deciding this time that he
wouldn't be as lenient with his punishment. She had to learn that all of
this crying wasn't going to help her, the only way this would be bearable
was if she didn't keep getting so upset. So how did he decide to deal with
her? Embarass her more, of course.
His hands ran along the waistline of those thight
jeans, moving to find the button at the front and undo them, first that
then the small zip so it was showing off her panties even more. Then,
without little warning, he dropped to his knees and pulled her shorts to
her ankles, leaving her with only one item covering her. He stood very slowly,
his fingertips tracing the outside of her thighs through the stockings as
he made it to his feet, once standing he slipped his hands over her ass
once more, not squeezing this time but just feeling through the cotton of
those undergarments.
"Stop fighting this and let it happen." He practically growled at
her, very much wanting her to stop this struggle. "Besides, who knows?
You might even enjoy it..."
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He was correct. The only reason this was so terrible was because she couldn't
control her emotions, her fear. Fear was an essential trigger for survival
and indeed many times had been effective in preserving ones
life but there were the rare cases where fear was the enemy more or less then
the assailant. Orchid had not learned this yet as
she felt him tug the tight mere scrap of clothing down.
Gasping and alarm she grew even more tense as her eyes shut tightly, arms
hugging her body as he stood back up, towering over her. Judging by her lack
of movement one could assume the fight in her was conquered. The woman who
still smelt of lavender and jasmine leaned quiet against the wardrobe doors
for many minutes before a slow movement caught Spike's eye.
He was right once again she had a chance to like it and he had been so
generous enough to calm her and make her feel secure before he took what he
wanted. She knew deep down that it could have been a lot worse. He could have
grabbed her and taken her right on the front steps and be gone by now. The
she would be left bleeding and possibly more wounded then she was down.
As she stepped out of the garment around her ankles she pushed him slowly to
the side with her foot, eyes opened once again as they stared downward.
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If she had been cooperative from the start, she probably wouldn't even have the
bruises and broken ribs. He only seemed to want to hurt her when she hurt him,
or tried to make some kind of escape. Otherwise he was being quite delectably
tender, tender amongst his fetishes that is. There could be no doubt that this
entire situation was wish fulfilment for him, that he
was going to jump from scenario to scenario in his mind until he was done with
her. And then what? He had ideas, but he would cross
that bridge when he came to it. Right now he was focussed
on her body.
"Your naked body is most delectable." Spike grinned as his hands
moved up and then under the soft cotton of her panties, feeling her flesh and
very lightly squeezing. That move alone highlighted the fact that she -wasn't-
completely naked, he was still giving her some
modesty. He would have her completely naked eventually, but right now the idea
of her putting on more layers seemed very nice, even if he only wanted that so
he could undress her once more. To that extent he withdrew his hands from her
firm ass and ran them along her sides, avoiding the hurt spot and soon finding
her breasts. "I think i'm going to have you
dress up in a costume for me now..." The man licked his lips as his
fingertips flicked her nipples, giving her a little more tenderness for now.
He then released her and stepped back, allowing her space to get inside that
wardrobe and do as he desired.
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She would no doubt be quite
frightened to see the figure of the man standing in wait for her. While she
had been busy he had taken care of something - he had taken off his t-shirt
and tossed it to the ground. Without a top anymore his toned physique was
quite obvious - while he was hardly the most muscular man he clearly took
care of his appearance and went to the gym. He had no chest class=GramE>hair, it matched his well kept appearance. If anything
he could be considered handsome, were it not for the knife in his right
hand.
Yes, the knife. He had grown restless and taken it out of his pocket, out
of its sheath and was holding it in wait for her return. She didn't look
like she planned on making an escape; wasn't being defiant either. That
meant only one thing - he didn't have it to threaten her, he had it to use
it. Quickly he narrowed the gap between them and pressed his free hand
against her neck once more, not choking her but just holding her. In this
position he had full dominance over her, he was practically warning her
that he would stab her if she acted out against him.
He brought the knife slowly upwards, running the cold metal against her
skin very softly before bringing the flat of it to touch her cheek, very
softly rubbing the cold metal against her face. "Unbuckle my belt and
slide your hand underneath my jeans. I want you to feel how hard I am for
you." He whispered to her, his cold eyes staring deep into her own. |
She was with out a doubt
startled by him. Eyes widened as her eyes traced over his bare chest from his
collar bones down to the rim of his pants. Then they shot down towards the
floor to spy upon the crumpled black mass that was his shirt lying
suspiciously over the carpet.
When his hand grasped her neck it brought her eyes back up to his instantly.
Jerking backwards again she thumped against the wardrobe door, standing as
straight as a wooden plank as he held her still. Instantly the color drained
from her face as the knife was risen into view.
Fixated on the object as it pressed against her skin, caressing her, she grew
cold again. All the little bumps ran up her arms as the dull end of the blade
slid gently across her skin. Blood pounded into her ears as her heart rammed
against her rib cage, bringing more ache from her wounded ribs on the side.
Stay calm... She repeated to herself as he commanded her to do the
next task. Nodding quickly she reached forward. Tenderly grasping his belt
she released it from it's
metal bindings. The button on his jeans was released next and his zipper
pulled down slowly. Breathing fast she paused as she gripped the rim of his
pants, she couldn't reach in properly this way.
Forced to step forward the cool belts of her shirt pressed against his chest
as her slender hand snaked down into his pants. As her hand groped its way
down ward she felt it. His hardened shaft trapped inside his jeans, it must class=GramE>had been rather painful for him this whole time. Fingers
lightly caressing his velvety skin for a second she bit her lip again as she
pulled her hand back out.
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To her credit she was doing exactly as he asked of her; if she kept this up
then it was likely that she would be rewarded with another moment of
tenderness... but all too quickly she had stopped. He hadn't told her to do
that. The glare of his eyes never left hers, letting her know as each second
passed that this was indeed real. "I never said stop!" He barked at
her, his hand this time wasn't interested in choking her. "This is for
stopping." He growled before gripping the collar of her top and yanking on
it, pulling to make a gap that he dragged the tip of the knife towards. He had
to drag the point of the knife along her cheek and down her neck to reach that
point - like this there could be no doubt that she wouldn't try and struggle.
Struggling would mean she would be stabbed in the neck.
Her punishment was simple enough - he began cutting the top of the dress,
having to make a saw motion to be able to cut through it. After a few moments
he had done enough and tossed the knife to the ground by his side, it landing
firmly on top of her short-cut jeans from before. His hand then momentarily
left her neck to forcefully grip her wrist and press her hand inside his jeans
once more, forcing them to completely unzip and his shaft to come free from its
tight restriction. He lifted her hand and brought it to the waistband of his
boxer shorts, pressing her fingertips underneath before releasing her, allowing
her to do the rest. It was obvious what he wanted now.
Their bodies were so close there was hardly any space for any of class=GramE>this, she would even be able to feel his shaft pressed
against her belly just as her cold belt met his chest. His hands ran along her
sides and deliberately over her breasts, coming up to reach her cheeks. His
thumbs brushed away any wetness from under her eyes as he stood with her,
leaving that small cut in the collar of her top. Pretty soon he would use that
to be able to rip it apart, she could probably work that out, but right now he
just wanted to feel her giving him some greedy pleasure.
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She gasped in alarm as
he had pushed her up against the dresser again and pointed the ghastly knife
to her throat. Heart still pounding she held as still as a statue as he began
cutting away through the fibers over her top.
Not once did her eyes leave the knife as he roughed her up a bit more
throwing the knife and yanking her arm back towards his pants, forcing her to
open his pants completely then left her hand to rest upon the brim of his
boxers. She felt like a doll as she stood, slightly hunched up still pressed
against his hard chest.
Yes she was the puppet and he was the master pulling her strings all over the
place. "I-I'm sorry..." She apologized as she slipped her hand back
down into his pants. She knew what he wanted now. Cold fingers reached his
shaft again and wrapped around it. Turning her head her cheek rested upon him
as she slowly slid her hand down to the base of his length, meriting and
strong jerk from his erection, and slid her hand back up to the head.
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"There you go... that's a good girl..." He spoke as she began to
follow his instructions, feeling the first few touches of her cold hand against
his hot shaft he licked his lips - that was an odd habit he had, constantly
licking his lips like that. It was almost like a sign of his excitement, of how
aroused he was. His hands began to leave her cheeks and slide down her body as
he allowed her head to rest against his shoulder, their bodies parting just
enough so she could handle him better.
He couldn't stop himself from gasping as the object of his affections slowly
stroked his erection, giving him the lustful pleasure that he so desperately
wanted. Soon his mind was put to thoughts of rewarding her as she set him free
and he felt the cool air brush against him in coupling with her strokes. His
hands very carefully stroked her sides, avoiding her bruises and aiming to
soothe her obvious nerves. All too quickly his hands found her cheeks once more
and tilted her head slightly, pulling her back from his shoulder so that he
could stare into her eyes once more.
His expression was distant, his eyes seemed slightly glazed over as he traced
his fingertips along the very frame of her face gingerly, again soothing in
action before he tilted his own head and craned his neck the short distance
between them to be able to press his lips against hers once more. His eyes
fluttered shut as he kissed her, his tongue never threatening to press inside
her mouth as he remained tender in his actions. He was once
again dangerously close to resembling a lover rather than a kidnapper.
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She shivered as his
hands traveled along her body, tracing every frame with his finger tips and
thankfully avoided her wounds. The mere feel sent shivers up her spin, of
anticipation or fear, he would have to find out for
himself. Her hand released him then and lowered down to his soft sac. Pausing
for a second as his hands moved to her cheeks and tilted her head upward.
Staying silent she stared up at him with her lips slightly parted, hand
fondling his sac slowly before returning to his length. Making no effort to
stop him from pressing his lips to hers she watched his eyes shut once their
skin met again.
Blinking as he held her she opened her mouth a bit more, obviously expecting
his tongue to invade her mouth as men usually did to her. But it never
happened. Confused she lifted herself up onto the tips of her toes as she
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She learned quick and he liked it. He hadn't even had
to tell her to dote pleasure all over his crotch,
she'd already started doing it. Clearly this wasn't her first time touching a class=GramE>man, the way she ran her length simply screamed that she'd
had some practice. She was doing everything right just then, perhaps a little
too well, he was already so aroused that a few minutes of this and he'd blow
his load all over her hand. Part of the pleasure came from the glove she
touched him with, there had been a reason he'd made her put them back on.
His kiss was deliberate, the reason he didn't press his tongue into her mouth
was that he wanted it to remain tender for as long as he could last. class=GramE>The reason for that? Well... he wanted to arouse her. He
quite desperately wanted to get her to a point where she actually -wanted- him
to run his hand against her panties and make her wet. He would have whispered class=GramE>her a compliment just then but obviously couldn't, too caught
up in the soft kiss they were sharing.
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She could feel by how
much he twitched in her hand that he was coming close, so she gripped him
tighter. She didn't want to see his reaction if she merely quit on him now,
it was enough to infuriate anyone she supposed. As the kiss was finally
broken by herself she took a few much needed breaths
of air.
Also licking her lips she tasted the strong bitterness that was often called
Whiskey. He must have drank it between the time he
finished his rum and coke and before he had forced himself into her house.
Could that be his reasons? Because he was drunk? Or what it the reason why
his mood was shifting to erratically when he didn't get his way.
She would only know in the forth coming hours after it had completely worn
off, depending on how much had had drank...and if she was still alive. As she
gripped him tighter she stroked him faster as well, the smooth silk of her
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If he was drunk he would have raped her at his first opportunity. He had needed
the alcohol to build up the nerves to do this, to get here, though it had left
him a little tipsy. None of that would really matter if she kept going like
this though, he felt as though he could lose himself any second and so suddenly
reached down and gripped her wrist, stopping her suddenly as he class=SpellE>panted a little, his face flushed red. "Stop... I
don't want to cum like this."
Standing like this, he really was experiencing a moment of weakness. If she
wanted to try an escape, now would be a good time... though she would probably
be unable to get open that front door now. He didn't want her to move an inch
and it showed through his actions, his hands moving to find her chest once more
so that he might massage her breasts through her top. His fingertips found her
perky, hard nipples and flicked them slightly, only acting tenderly to give her
pleasure as he softly pressed and caressed through that top. Yep, his plan was
still to attempt to get her aroused.
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I want you to cum too." Yep, he was quite
fixated on this idea of making her enjoy
herself. Maybe all this was about him being
unable to actually ask her out? Perhaps, though
the things he planned on doing with her later would
put that notion to rest. Once he had her back
to his place the fun would really begin, though
while they were here he still had a few things
to bind her with, to fulfill some of those
fantasies...
When she was the one to make the first move
like that he was surprised, but in part
relieved. It meant she wanted it. He would have
spoken but she stopped him from being able to
say anything, so instead of praising her and
calling her a 'good girl', he simply pressed
his lips against hers once more for another
kiss. This time he took her tongue into his
mouth as he moved, pressing his own tongue
along hers and past her lips, still kissing
quite tenderly with his movements.
He hadn't planned on doing this so soon, but
since she asked for it... he ran his hand along
her short skirt, quickly finding the silk of
her stockings and her thigh. His fingers spread
out, briefly running along before moving
upwards, tracing along the stocking against her
inner thigh, moving up and under her skirt
before reaching her cotton panties. He only
paused briefly before running his fingers
against the cotton, feeling to see if she was
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She took an anticipated breath as his hands ran
over her thighs. The smoothness and tender touch
he laid upon her sent an instant ache into her
loins. A hot pulsing ache that caused her to
close her legs slightly. Both hands rested
against the naps of his neck as she gasped softly
again. Still nervous she allowed his tongue into
her mouth, battling hers against his gently. He
tasted like Whiskey...she never liked Whiskey,
she was more of a Vodka kind of girl. And that
had often led her into trouble but thankfully her
friends were always around to stop her drunken
stupidity when it did strike.
Feeling weak in the knees as his hand pressed against
her core she gripped tightly onto him, nails
digging into his skin. Feeling the warmth from
his body and raging lust she instinctively she
rubbed herself against him trying to warmth her
chilled body, taking in his slightly musky and
damp smell, wondering how it was possible to
smell like that, and perhaps living in a cave or
run down hose could do it. Or if he worked, if at
all, in a rather damp environment.
"Why do you want to do that?" She asked
a bit astonished as she pulled away from his
kiss. She'd never heard any of her boyfriends say
that to her not once, though most had still had
given her that pleasure. Her hand returned to his
erection again, lightly caressing the tip down to
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Spike bit his lip as he felt her nails dig into
him, yes that felt good, anything like that he
greatly appreciated. Right now he was just class=SpellE>focussing on teasing her softly
with that kiss, enjoying the feel of her body and
her heat. He felt her break the kiss and licked his
lips, her taste still present in his mouth. She
tasted nice, just like he'd imagined her to taste.
"Because I do." Not the best answer but
she wasn't going to get anything else out of him...
and she was hardly in the position to be asking
questions. He had her exactly where he wanted her,
although her taking the initiative and beginning to
stroke his member once more did make him let out a
dull groan.
He stopped touching her briefly, lifting both hands
to her skirt and yanking it down to her knees, as
far as he could get it to go without crouching,
before releasing the skirt and letting it drop to
the floor once more. She surely knew what was
coming and he didn't disappoint, his hands finding
the cotton waist of her panties, just teasing her
for a moment by running his fingertips just
underneath it, nowhere near touching her. "I'm
going to touch you now." He warned her,
perhaps adding to the anticipation. With little
other warning he pressed his hand under the cotton
of her panties, his fingers tracing against her hot
flesh before he found her vagina. He was staring
deep into his eyes as two of his fingers touched
her lips, just tracing along her sex for now,
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She stared back up at him as he hand
made its way down into her panties. Fingers reached
her lips and caused a small whine from her as the
ache between her legs burned. It had been a while
since she was with a man, thus leaving her rather
sensitive. Biting her lip again she shifted slightly,
parting her legs a bit more as he teased her.
Down below his waist her hand paused as the tip of
his cock, thumb smearing his pre-cum around in a
circle before stroking the thick shaft again. Despite
him having intruded on her life he was rather
handsome still, making her feel a bit lucky, but he
was also unstable and unpredictable.
At any moment he could snap her neck like a twig if
she wasn't careful. Hand leaving his length she
pushed her panties down slightly to give him a little
peek at the flesh underneath, hoping it would please
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Everything she did seemed to make him class=GramE>grin, right now she could hardly do
a single thing wrong. Her touches on his cock felt
electric, bringing him to kiss her once more with
little pressure, being carefully soft as he teased his
tongue against her mouth, wanting to kiss more like
they had before. He was being deliberately soft,
wanting to make her feel secure with him.
When she slid her panties down he could hardly believe
what he was seeing, breaking the kiss in order to look
down between them and take a small glimpse at what
little of her he could see. Without hesitation his
fingers ran across her wet lips once more before he
pressed the tips of his two fingers inside her, having
to shift himself a little to be able to do so. He was
only able to do just this with their height difference
as they stood, but the look on his face showed he
wanted to give her more and very quickly she would find
his lips pressed against her ear, whispering a simple,
"take off your panties for me."
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She nodded shortly as she knelt
down slightly, pushing the small garment down her thighs.
Watching it slid to her ankles she looked back up to his
eyes. She still held fear in her though it class=SpellE>ad calmed significantly. Eyes traced
over his jawline then his nose
and forehead and landed on his eyes again. class=SpellE>The class=GramE> were serene now and not threatening.
"What can I call you?" She asked, realizing he
no doubt must know her name but she didn't have his.
Though he would never tell her his actual name, he was class=SpellE>to smart for that. But something made
up for her. Hardly expecting as answer she squinted as
the glare of the sun hit the corner of her eye next
bringing her to realize how very tired she was.
Turning her head away from the blinding ray she rubbed
her eyes next as he kept his fingers pressed inside her
wet folds, craving him silently to begin to slid them in
and out of her.
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Of course he knew her name. Spike had been thinking about
giving her a name to call him by earlier but nothing sprang
to mind, so he hadn't bothered. But with that kind of
question in this kind of moment, he lost his mind a little
and blurted out something quite straight-forward, "you
can call me 'Master'." If that didn't exert his
dominance nothing would. Just a little something to remind
her that, though he was being so nice and caring now, she
was still his toy to use as he desired. Right now, his
desire was to give her pleasure.
"Now tell me what you want me to do to you." He
said quickly, before running his tongue along her ear
delicately, deliberately mixing tenderness with his words.
"Tell me what you want and, if you're lucky, I might
just give you that as a reward." She would have been
able to think clearly if he she wasn't so tired, if he
wasn't so mean by what he did next. With no warning he bent
his body, craning himself downwards to be able to torture
her with some loving actions. His mouth found her neck and
he traced his tongue against her flesh, leaving a soft bite
that never threatened to cause any pain.
His free handly softly ran along
her side, coming up to the collar of her dress he gripped
it suddenly, his mouth moving to bite the material and keep
it steady as he pulled it roughly with his hand, ripping it
open. He pulled back his head and his hand in different
directions, ripping the cotton in half along the middle
before releasing it, allowing it to expose her chest to
him. He didn't leave her though, his other hand was still
so close to her and now that he'd craned himself he was
able to press his two fingers deep inside her folds,
feeling her wet and tight around his fingers he pulled them
out, starting up a slow rhythm as he fingered her.
His other hand found her bare chest and fingers splayed
out, his fingertips tracing her perky breasts and running
across her nipples, only giving her more pleasure as he
worked to make her more aroused. His mouth moved back to
her neck to lick her skin tenderly, only stopping to utter
the words, "tell me what you want..." in a husky,
lustful voice before continuing to pleasure her with his
fingers.
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The alarm that came from the
ripping of her shirt was soon forgotten as she felt his
fingers penetrate her. Knee's buckling slightly a softly
heavenly moan escaped her lips as she stood frozen in
pleasure. Mind racing she grabbed onto his shoulders to
prevent falling to the floor. That might have been painful if
that had happened.
"I want you..." She whispered her reply as she
pressing her chest right up against his as her arms wrapped
around him tightly. One gripped the brown tendrils that
swayed around his head and the other rested on his shoulder
blade. It may have been exactly what he wanted to hear.
Holding him gently she breathed warm hair onto his skin in
short breathes as his fingers snaked about inside her.
He was good at this she had to admit, it took a lot of skill
to make her weak in the knees with a mere taste of foreplay.
But foreplay wasn't the real thing. This all could have been
to make her secure so he could turn into Hyde and inflicted
maximum pain upon her before she even knew what was
happening. The thought hung heavy in her mind as she rested
her head against his chest again.
His heart beat...so he had a heart. But what made it pump to
strongly? Thrill or love? Hardly the latter, men like him
weren't able to feel love, only the rush of obsession.
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She was the absolute object of his desires and had been for a
long time, so to be able to touch her like this simply drove
him wild. To hear her moan because of something -he- did... now
that would be enough to get anyone's heart going. Part of him
wanted to kiss her but he wasn't able to do that like this.
Instead he allowed her to grip him with her hands, rest her
head on his chest. All of that simply showed how into this she
was.
Her response fueled his fire as he continued to molest her with
his fingers, giving her as much as he could with simply that
before breaking his touch on her and drawing back his fingers.
He placed that hand on her hip and held it there, looking down
to breath in her aroma, that perfume
still on her figure. "And I want you." He said
simply. Those words could only have one meaning as hers class=GramE>had, there was only one thing that could
happen now. "Take off those gloves, that
split top and those stockings. Lie naked on your bed before
me... I want you... and I want you -now-."
He couldn't have sounded anymore sexy if he tried. The secret
was that he wasn't trying, it was his emotions taking hold and
as such his voice had a deep sound to it, a husky quality that
put his emotions on display.
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Painted nails raked through her tangled
blond and black locks as she took step away from him. Her body
ached at the absence of his fingers, making her want to throw him
down against the bed and force him to stop his teasing. Just a
little longer. She thought as the sun once again blinded her.
The once magnificent top was now reduced to a rag as it slid from
her shoulders to the floor, gloves, and stockings soon followed.
What was left on her now a crumpled pile on the carpet she
stepped past him and crawled slowly onto the bed, wincing in pain
as she turned and lowered herself onto her back.
Lying nude against the bed dressings she watched him watching her
with a cool expression. Why was she feeling like this? The man
was a monster, a stranger to her, and still she was spreading her
legs for him. It seemed the whore in her was still very much
alive as all she regretted was that she didn't have a chance to
clean up her face.
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That sick grin covered his face once more as he pervertedly
watched her undress and slowly pushed down his jeans as well,
before pushing his boxers down to the ground and stepping out of
the last of his clothing. He now stood naked, his cock still hard
and throbbing, desperate for attention.
When she lay herself on the bed it was all
he could do not to jump on top of her in the throes of romance,
instead biting his lip and walking carefully over to the bed. He
first sat on the bed, gingerly changing his position so as to slip
a hand underneath her neck, lean down and press his mouth against
hers in a gentle kiss. As they kissed his other hand trailed along
her belly, moving down tantalisingly
slowly before reaching her crotch. Without any hesitation he ran
two fingers along her sensitive folds before pressing them deep
inside her, feeling her arousal he was quick with his movements,
moving his fingers in and out of her quickly. His lips continued
that kiss, right now all he wanted was to make her cum.
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She flashed him a smile just before he kissed her, a beautiful white
smile that could send any beauty queen running for their money. Lips
locking again her arms wrapped around his neck, tightly gripping his
hair. Sliding her tongue with his she closed her eyes and trembled at
the feel of his hand creeping down slowly past her belly button. For
such a disturbed man he certainly knew how to get his way and still
make it pleasant.
As she opened her eyes again she looked down to the reddish tint to
his chest where she had struck him with the chair. "Does this
hurt?" she asked as she trailed her fingers across his chest but
before he could answer another small soft and relieved moan escaped
her lips as his fingers delved into her once again.
Moving them quickly she arched her back slightly as her legs
instinctively spread more. Nails digging tightly into his skin again
she panted in pleasure, in crystal clear
display that she was indeed enjoying herself despite the situation.
"That's good..." She whispered to him as she stared at that
perverted and sadistic grin plastered over his face.
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He'd been with a few girls before and so knew a fair few things about
what to do to pleasure a girl. His lips brushed up against hers briefly
once more before breaking that kiss, his hand still caught under the
back of her neck to give her some kind of faint support, comfort or
something... it just felt right. "I'm fine." He whispered to
her, placing a few kisses on her tainted cheek before briefly finding
her lips once more.
Her reactions made this all so worthwhile, every sound she made seemed
to drive him wild. "You're so hot..." That grin seemed to
drop from his expression, though a little
smirk remained it certainly wasn't as malicious as before, more...
excited. His eyes were lustful, everything about him screamed for her.
"Touch me." His voice was husky like his breathing, low and
deep, before he pressed their mouths together in a kiss once more.
His fingers molested her still, though now she seemed to want it so
much he was hardly molesting anymore. Judging from how much she liked
it he withdrew his fingers, then slowly brought a third against her wet
entrance, pressing all three deep inside her and feeling how warm and
tight she was. He started with a fast pace, wanting desperately to hear
her moan some more.
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And he would. As the third finger was pushed
into her another moan escaped her lips. She wasn't very used to the three
fingers yet but she was all into experimenting. Once she even had let her
last boyfriend screw her in the window during broad daylight. Leaning up
on her elbow as pulled him down to her again and pressed a rough kiss
onto his lips.
Moaning into his mouth then pulled away staring deep into his eyes as he
pleasured her. "Your
a weird one you know that?" She spoke in a seducing voice as her
body twitched under his touch. Her breathing quickened as his fingers
delved even deeper into her tight little body bringing more and more
pleasure with each push and pull of his fingers.
Every move he made drove her wild as her walls suddenly contracted and class=SpellE>spasmed, flooding her body with overwhelming pleasure
and left her even more wet then before, dripping wet. As her body
relaxed, and her skin seemed to glow, she caught her breath as she
continued to stare at him.
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The kind who kidnaps someone to embarass them, then
give them as much pleasure as possible? Yep, kinda
weird. That was him. Though he was getting enough pleasure by just doing
things to her; by her moans and all of those other littel
sounds that she continued to make. The rough kisses, that stare... she was
obviously so into this and he only went harder and faster with his fingers,
wanting to give her an orgasm, just see her face as she came.
He could see her orgasm in all of her features, the movements of her body,
her face, he could feel the tightness of her walls around his fingers as he
took her with them faster, allowing her all of that pleasure as she came.
God, what a beautiful face it was. He pressed his lips against hers
briefly, kissing her for a mere few seconds before breaking it and moving his
head back to look her in the eyes. Slowly he pulled his fingers out from
within her, feeling them covered in her juices he brought them to his mouth
and very visibly ran his tongue along them, tasting her and giving a grin.
"Delicious..." He purred lustily, sexily once more as he licked
his fingers clean in a deliberately sexy way.
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"Hey...don't hog..." She spoke still
softly as she reached up and pulled his hand down to her painted red lips.
Sliding her tongue over his hand and sliding his fingers into her mouth,
briefly suckling upon them. He had good taste, she
was very delicious in every way. Releasing his hand she licked her lips as
she moved up.
A hard shove to his shoulder should have caused him to land on his back and
she crawled down the bed and straddled his legs. Pulling her mane of hair
over to one shoulder she held it tightly as she leaned down. Her tongue ran
up his red and excited shaft, spinning small circled here and there.
Glancing up at him she slid her tongue over the
slit slowly then allowed him entrance into her mouth, closing her jaw around
his cock as she sucked upon it, bobbing her head softly up and down. class=GramE>Pausing every few strokes she would lower herself even
farther until she felt him press against the back of her throat. This always
caused a lovely gag reflex and forced her to pull back up again.
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"Dear God yes..." Spike heard himself moan as his hands gripped the
sheets, clinging them tightly. He was torn between
watching her and losing himself in moans, she was far
too good at this. Every movement of her mouth on him just put him in ecstasy,
he'd been so close before, so aroused now for so long that his cock had been
throbbing and aching, he knew that if she kept going like this then he wouldn't
last long.
Lying comfortably on the bed he threw his head back a bit, beginning to breathe
quite heavily as his eyes widened a little, there was no way he was going to
last much longer. She'd hardly been giving him such amazing touches with her
mouth over his cock for a minute and he felt himself getting close. "I'm class=SpellE>gonna... yes, keep going..." He panted, warning her.
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big round green eyes. " class=SpellE>Hm?" She hummed
while still sucking on him and stroking the
base of his cock with one of her hands, the
other was used to prop herself up. She tasted
his pre-cum over her tongue, bitter and yet
sweet as it leaked into her mouth more
frequently, another sign that he was about to
loose it.
Twisting her tongue around against his under
skin she hummed again as she lowered herself
down. Feeling him against the back of her
throat again she gagged but held her place
for a few seconds longer as she stared up at
him with a sultry glean to her eyes. Then
just as it seemed as if the world had stopped
she lifted her head again and continued the
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Spike was breathing heavily as he couldn't look
down anymore, his head was back against the
pillow and his eyes were shut, he was so
close... and she stopped! He gasped loudly,
trying to look down and failing miserably, just
lying back as he was so close to the edge,
anything else and it would push him over...
"Fuck!" He moaned, that sudden,
forceful sucking and bobbing over his hard,
throbbing cock enough to make him cum and he
took real relish in it, pumping his hips up
hard as he made some small thrusts as he came,
his hot, sticky load filling her mouth as he
let out a series of low groans, he'd been so
desperate for that for so long and it felt so
worth it... he practically collapsed on his
back, limber legs falling akimbo as he breathed
heavily, shutting his eyes in a mixture of
exhaustion and bliss. That felt good, she felt
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Lifting herself up
slowly she swallowed the hot bitter fluid,
feeling it coating her throat as it went down. As
she licked her lips she sat staring at him, legs
folded under her thighs, back as straight as a
plank again, and head tilted to the side. He
certainly seemed happy,
he had made her very happy with
out even entering inside of her so she
felt she had to return the favor.
And maybe this was the end. Maybe he would be
happy and leave her. Though she wasn't at all
tired now she didn't dare move from her spot as
she whipped a stray bit of semen from the corner
of her mouth as he lied still as if asleep...or
dead. She found herself snickering at the
thought.
It would made headlines in a heartbeat: Man dies
after orgasm, but he hardly was. She spied his
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He was breathing, albeit quite slowly, just class=SpellE>revelling in the blissful
afterglow of his orgasm. He hadn't expected this
kidnapping to turn out the way it had, really he
hadn't. Lying like this with his head on the
pillows he remembered how he'd taken the
pillowcases off earlier to tie her hands up with...
what a thought that had been... but right now he
felt too tired to actually go about doing it. No,
he had to snap out of it.
Still half lost in a sea of blissful class=GramE>afterglow, he opened his eyes
and managed to half- sit up, resting on his elbows
as he looked over at her. "Mmm..."
He licked his lips as he gave her that longing
look, not a grin in sight, just a little smile and
his obvious pleasure on show. "Get over
here." He demanded, though with a very soft
tone to his voice. No way... her kidnapper wanted
to cuddle? That would be the whole 'obsession'
thing showing itself then. She wasn't random, she
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She sat for a few dull seconds just staring at him
through the mane of her thick curls before she
crawled very slowly to his side, the pain from her
ribs was still throbbing. Managing to have blocked it
out as she lowered herself down next to him. "Do
you feel better now?" She asked as she scanned
over his face. He certainly looked different now,
less of a rabid werewolf and more like a normal man.
It was amazing what an obsession could do to ones
features then once it was fulfilled in some degree
they almost looked like totally different people. She
certainly did, all the stress of school and working
such odds hour had worn her for ware with the absence
of a man for the last few months. Now her beauty was
shining, youthful and almost inhuman.
Flashing him another smile she settled on the pillows
next to him blinking as she realized the cases were
missing. What in the world was going through his mind
to drive him to removed
those? And when had he done it? Never mind, he wasn't
exactly a sane person it would do her no good to try
and make method to his madness. How he was looking at
her was a bit frightening. It was as if she was the
only thing he could see and maybe that was true.
She however could see everything else around him just
fine. "What are you staring at?" She asked
in a hint of a nervous tone.
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He was lying quite comfortably on his back and shifted
his position slightly, slipping his arm just under her neck
and around her shoulders to get their bodies close once
more. His smile was the effect of his class=GramE>afterglow, he was stuck in a
situation of serious pleasure, feeling really quite
good about himself and very happy to be near her. It
was such that when she asked her question, he didn't
even need to think about it.
"Your delicious eyes." Was his immediate
answer, speaking with a low tone, a soft voice that
really reflected his mood. His desire to do something
sexual with her had been fulfilled, it had ended in the
way he had least expected. Still, he knew that this was
far from over. As they lay there he brought his free
hand and placed it on her side, gingerly moving it near
the swollen part. "Does this hurt?" He asked
simply, not wanting to hurt her anymore. Now he wanted
to keep her pristinely safe.
"If it does i'll make it
better." He quickly added, moving just that little
bit closer so their sides were touching. His eyes ran
over her body once more, god she was hot. "I could
make you feel much better if you wanted..." Was
that an offer to go again? He was breathing faster now,
obviously getting some energy back...
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A small giggled escaped her
lips. "Yes it does." She replied while nodding,
broken ribs were one of the worst, every time she
breathed it felt like a semi was crushing her rib cage.
Knowing she should have been furious with him for it she
surprisingly wasn't. She had asked for that kick. If she
had been a good girl and just sat quiet with him it class=SpellE>woudn't had happened in the first
place.
"But unless you got Morphine hidden in those tight
jeans of yours there's really not much to be done about
them until I get to a doctor. Even then they class=SpellE>wont do
much." She shrugged her shoulders lightly, unaware
of the severity of what she just had said as she watched
his eyes staring over her body, the werewolf was coming
back she could smell it.
Sighing she moved onto her back, effectively using his
arm as a pillow...a very hard and warm pillow as she
complimented the ceiling. "But if you think you
can...your welcome to try." She added suddenly, a
bug buzzing about the ceiling.
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He was clearly getting back some stamina, just looking at
her naked body was enough to make him start feeling all of
those animalistic desires once more. That desire to tie her
up and beat her, spank and whip her, slap a collar and
leash on her like a pet. As those ideas floated through his
mind he stared at her delicious naked body and begun to get
aroused again, that feeling of being tired practically
vanishing as he leant in to kiss her once more, the arm
comfortable around her shoulders and hand rested gently on
her upper arm.
A doctor? Yikes. That kind of made sense, that didn't look
healthy at all. He could probably give her a few pain meds
but nothing that would actually stop the pain, only numb it
a little. Still, that sounded very much like a challenge
and right now he wasn't thinking about actually giving her
any kind of meds. He'd just have to take her mind off of
it, the only way he truly knew how.
Drawing back from the kiss he smirked, finding her gaze and
locking with it. "I'll need my arm back." He
commented with a little laugh as his free hand found her
chest and lazily rested on one of her breasts. He lightly
dragged his fingernails against her breast, class=GramE>laying on her soft scratches before
drawing his fingertips to her nipple and gently circling
it, making it hard under his touch. With that he broke the
eye contact and moved himself suddenly, reaching her chest
and greedily running his tongue across her breast, wetting
her nipple by licking it before taking the hard nub in his
mouth and circling it with his tongue, softly sucking.
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He sure did have a fascination with
her breasts. Now she was was
wondering if they were the true object of his obsession and
not her.Though her other boyfriends
had been the same way, it must have been seen as a fun
benefit of the relationship, at least he would never get
bored.
She watched him moved over her, lifting her head so he could
retrieve his arm from her, and rested her head back down.
Shuddering when his fingers traveled over her breast again,
hardening her nipples as another wave of goose bumps ran up
her arms, and moaning sharply when he tongue was slid over
her nipple.
Gripping the sheets tightly in her hands she watched him with
her lips parted as he suckled upon her. Lightly circling his
tongue around her soft pink skin tenderly, like a lover. She
closed her eyes slowly as she released the sheets, both hands
moving to his hair. Raking her fingers through it.
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He was fascinated with everything about her, obsessed over
everything from her hair to her toes... just extra obsessed
over anything he could use sexually. Now that he actually had
her he wasn't going to let her go; right now that probably
seemed like a good thing, but soon she would have to class=SpellE>realise just how bad that could be, what it
meant for her future. Allowing herself to enjoy this moment
with her captor ultimately just opened her up as easy prey
later.
Now with both hands free he moved himself again, giving her nipple
a tiny soft bite before moving down the bed and straddling her
thighs. He placed his hands on her hips, looking up at her for
a brief moment as his thumbs caressed her. "You're very
pretty..." He cooed, leaning forward and moving his hands
along her sides, running them up to her chest and moving to
fondle her breasts once more.
He was giving her every ounce of his energy as his played with
her most prominent features, his fingers trailing against her
soft skin and lightly flicking at her hard nipples, gently
scratching her and softly squeezing her. Leaned forwards like
this he easily ran his tongue over her breasts once more,
moving between them as he licked her nipples and made them wet
then lightly twisted them with his fingers. "Distracted
enough yet..?" He asked as he ran his tongue between her
breasts, leading up to her neck and softly biting.
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She nodded softly as he continued to
stimulate her. Gasping softly as he twisted her skin between his
finger tips. Eyes closed again briefly as her body rose up,
lightly brushing his body with hers. Yes she had been momentarily
distracted by his touches but now that had mentioned it again the
pain came back.
Groaning she laid herself flat and breathed shallowly, it was the
only way to dull the pain that attacked her with each breath.
"But not enough." She said as she turned her eyes back
to him as he hovered over her her.
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He had expected that it wouldn't be enough, even counted on it not
being enough. As she gave him the words he wanted to hear he bit
her neck again and drew his head up, locking eyes with her before
giving her a grin and softly kissing her once more. The kiss only
lasted a few moments before he broke it, his hands slipping from
her breasts to the sheets beside her so he could push himself down
her body, not straddling her legs anymore as he sat between them,
next to her feet.
Looking at her body from this angle gave him a graphic image and he
couldn't help that grin as his hands ran along her legs, moving up
and past her knees, coming to rest on her hips once more. He slid
his hands inside, raking his nails against her inner thighs as he
parted her legs, giving himself better access as he leaned his
whole body forwards, now only one thing in mind. He gave her no
verbal warning as he came closer to her body with his mouth,
finally reaching her and briefly nuzzling the tip of his tongue
against her shaved flesh, feeling how hot she was for him.
His fingers began to trace along her inner thighs, continuing to
tease her as he threatened to give her some real pleasure but
continued to not give it, taking her reaction in. Slowly his hands
moved underneath her thighs and gripped slightly, spreading them
further as he began to run his tongue downwards, moving the wet
muscle tantalisingly slowly over her
labia. He traced her, tasting her before running the flat of his
tongue against her wet lips, licking like he would a lollipop and
tasting her delicious juices. All too quickly he was continuing
that delectable torture, running the tip of his tongue against her
slowly, allowing her to feel his breath against her.
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She hadn't expected that at all. While he was kissing her she had
grown interested in the window where a bird had landed and tapped its
beak on the glass a few times. Though her eyes were still on Spike
she spied the bird with her peripherals that was why it was so
startling to feel a warm and wet object sliding along her flesh down
between her legs.
A loud squeal erupted from her as his tongue tickled her flesh.
Lifting her head slowly she stared down at him with a small glean in
her eyes as she rested her legs over both of his shoulders. " class=GramE>Your good..." She whispered as her pussy
erupted into arousal, aching and burning with desire for him.
She watched him closely as he teased her, deliberately avoiding the
spot that she wanted him to be licking. "You tease..." She
moaned softly as she rubbed her leg against the nap of his neck in a
slow deliberate movement.
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His hands slid around her thighs for a little, helping her legs up onto
his shoulders as he continued to tease her with his tongue, very
deliberately holding back from giving her pleasure, just giving her a
teasingly small amount that was so close to being big. His feelings
soon got the better of him as he ran the flat of his tongue against her
lips again, once more making a licking motion. He dragged the tip of
his tongue back against her pussy, pressing it gently between her inner
folds before licking her once more, then repeating the motion.
He seemed to be adulating every single sound she made and gave her more
relief, sliding his hands along her thighs and under her ass, lifting
her as he licked to apply more pressure, give more pleasure. As he
licked his breathing seemed to switch between hot and cold against her
folds, his nose bumping against her every so often, nuzzling against
her clit deliberately as he breathed against her.
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She breathed out slowly as she pressed her fingers to her lips and just
held them there. Staring at him with glazed eyes, making some pleasured
sounds here and there as he licked over her, her other hand gripping the
sheets. He was good with his tongue, how he
moved it, twitched it, and circled it...it was just as good as his
fingers.
That left her wondering how he could have felt inside her. But it was class=SpellE>to risky. All she could do
was dive into her thoughts, she imagine him lying over her, the feel of
his hips sliding over her skin, his hot kisses all over her body in the class=SpellE>throws of passion. His smell. His expressions as he
lost himself in her body. And most of all how his load would feel filing
her up. The mere thought made her even wetter.
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He craved her taste and she seemed so willing to give it, though now even
that kind of teasing he couldn't take anymore. His tongue ran over her lips
once more before reaching her clit, he slowly circled it with his tongue
before licking directly, giving her soft pressure right now as he sought to
make her even more excited. His hand slid from her ass, two fingers moving
along her inner thigh briefly before he groaned, giving no warning before
he pressed them deep inside her, feeling how wet she was only made him want
her more.
He found a quick rhythm almost immediately, licking and circling her clit
with the tip of his tongue as he pressed his fingers in and out of her
quickly, roughly. No longer tender, now more animalistic, more desperate to
give her pleasure and to make her moan again. He just loved it when she class=GramE>moaned, when she gave him those signs that he was doing
everything right to pleasure her. He wanted to give her more and dragged
his fingers out from inside her, smearing her juices against her thigh as
he brought his tongue between her sensitive folds and tilted his head, then
pressed his tongue deep inside her.
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As his tongue finally brushed against her clit she
trembled, moaning as he circled his tongue. Lowering her fingers she gripped
the sheets as a gasp followed the feel of his fingers plunging into her.
Instantly her back arched as he roughly pushed his fingers in an out of her,
bringing her close to another release.
Cheeks flustered making her look like cherub as she propped herself onto her
elbows and still gripped the sheets. Then he pulled his fingers out and
replaced them with his tongue once again. Tilting her head back she moaned again.
It was like teetering on a flimsy log as he continued his act, so close and
yet so far away.
"Don't stop..." She begged as she felt herself quivering in desire.
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He had no intention of stopping, he was desperate to bring her to another climax
and hear her, feel her, especially like this. He started working her faster,
pushing his tongue in and out of her roughly, quickly, getting her close...
before deliberately running the wet muscle against the outside of her lips for
a teasing moment, just keeping her oh so close... before diving his tongue deep
within her folds once more and taking her faster than before, now desperate to
make her cum.
His hands ran under her ass once more, bringing her hips up to meet his mouth
at each deep thrust of his tongue, then letting her relax as he pulled it out,
essentially making her thrust for her. He was taking her, enjoying every second
of her. Her taste, her smell, her everything.
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He was a big tease, stopping on her like that. class=SpellE>With out question she rocked her hips softly
over his tongue, moaning loudly. She was so close her entire body
was trembling again. With one last cry of ecstasy her body racked
with the pleasure it longed for, her juices dripping out subtly
as she slowed the rocking of her hips. Riding herself down to a
stop she rested her head on the pillow again.
The pain in her side had now been forgotten as she stared down at
him with a calm and relaxed expression. Sliding her legs off of
his shoulders she laid them to rest upon the sheets. Though it
was nice what he had done for her she still was disturbed by her
rack of rebellion against him and yet still didn't seem to care
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He had felt every nuance of her orgasm and continued taking her
with his tongue as she rode on her waves of pleasure, only stopping
himself when he felt her subside. Taking back his tongue he licked
his lips and even swallowed, her orgasm had been wet and he'd been
rewarded with more of her delicious juices to taste upon. This only
seemed to encourage him more as he moved from between her legs,
running his fingernails upon them as he moved up her body, crawling
and sliding his naked flesh against hers before lying against her,
his head resting on the pillow beside hers.
"Orchid, you leave me torn..." He pressed his mouth
against her ear once more. As he lay there his lower hand found her
near hand, linking fingers with her as his free hand was able to
roam her body; she had just had an orgasm but that wasn't any
reason to stop, right now she would be ultra-sensitive to all of
his touches and he deliberately used that fact, running his hand
against her belly, her breasts and nipples, fingertips simply
trailing everything accessible for the time being, making her feel
good all over from the slightest touch, giving her a massage of
sorts.
He briefly kissed her ear before continuing, finding his eyes
shutting as he lay quite content to just
do this, or so it seemed... "On the one hand, I just gave you
an orgasm, I should be leaving you alone and letting you tend to
me..." The hand that had fingers linked with hers briefly
nuzzled her hand a few inches up, touching it against his hard cock,
made erect again by the act of giving her oral sex; the taste of
her fluids had immediately been enough to make him hard and he'd
been nursing an erection since. "But on the other hand,
whenever you cum you just seem to get more wet..."
The hand on her body began making telltale signs of moving towards
her pussy, sliding along that bare flesh before his fingertips came
to rest where her pubic hair should have been, that shaven, oh so
sensitive area of her body just above her most sensitive part of all.
"I don't know whether to finger you or make you jack me off
over those luscious breasts of yours... such a dillema,
no?" He whispered in his most sexual and sensual voice as two
stray fingers spread and slid either side of her lips, not touching
her sex but getting wet through the juices and saliva that covered
that area. She must have been incredibly sensitive there after that
orgasm, he wanted to see her reaction.
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She was very very sensitive. Her body
twitched with every few touches that he laid upon her glowing body.
He felt so good lying over her, smelt good,
tasted even better. It was heaven almost...or was it actually hell?
She remained torn about her feelings. She didn't know whether to
expel him from her or to hold him tightly in place.
As his hand made his way to her lips again and spread her apart she
squirmed under his touch. The shock of his fingers
against her skin sent shocks of an indescribable sensation through
her loins and up into her lower stomach. Closing her legs
against him she dug her nails into his arms again as a shaky breath
escaped her painted lips. Trembling again she turned her head towards
him. "Do you want me to?" She asked in response to his
suggestion of a breast fuck.
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"I made you cum twice, didn't I?" He purred into her ear such
dirty words, obviously that was another turn on of his - dirty talk.
His lavishly ran his tongue against her ear once more, letting her feel
the odd wetness as he very lightly blew against her. "It's only
fair if you do the same for me... your breasts, your hands, your feet
or your mouth... I don't suppose I care too much which. Any part of you
over my cock would be simply delectable."
He brought her hand over his erection once more, breaking his lock on
her fingers to all her to feel his throbbing member. "I'm simply
aching for your touch, my dearest." He kissed her ear again, his
two rogue fingers moving down and rubbing in her juices, getting wet
before dragging back up and moving inwards, ignoring her soft lips to
touch her clit, not teasing at all, very deliberately circling her most
sensitive spot and flicking his fingers against her.
And then he did something very weird, very odd... he whispered,
"My name is Spike."
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"Spike?" She repeated as her mind
went to a vampire character form an old show about a vampire slayer. He
was her favorite of the show. "...Spike..." she repeated again
the word dancing over her tongue in a seductive tone. The flick to her
clit caused another sharp jerk from her body, likely bucking up against
him. Hand gripped his erection again and her thumb circled over the bulb
of his cock before running down and back up the shaft. Bringing her hand
up again she placed both of them against her breast, gently pushing them
together to form makeshift lips.
"Come here then." She spoke sultry and calm as she flashed that
heavenly smile to him. This was something she hadn't done before and had
been curious to try it for quite a while but her last relationship ended class=GramE>to abruptly that she didn't get a chance to suggest it
to him during one of their sexual encounters.
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Blame his parents, they picked it. Then they vanished under mysterious
circumstances with a will that gifted him everything. Funny, that. Spike's
mind was naturally not on his dead parents, everything about him was
thinking of this luscious beauty that he was lying beside, his eyes
naturally looking over her voluptuous figure, his ears gorging on the
sounds she made. Every little moan and squeal, when she said his name like
that, when she touched him like that...
There couldn't be any surprise that his reaction was so animalistic, he
hopped up to his knees quickly, licked his lips and looked her direct in
the eyes. Just for that, he gave her a moment's greedy pleasure, running
his fingers roughly against her lips, giving another few flicks to her clit
before releasing his touch on her altogether. With a quick move he mounted
her chest, getting in the perfect position with his hips just under her
breasts, legs spread, hard cock throbbing for
attention. With a murr he leaned forwards and
gave her another reward, first licking the two fingers soaked in her juices
before bringing them to her mouth and smearing them against her lips.
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Red lips parted and allowed his fingers access into
her mouth Swirling her tongue over his fingers and tasting her own juices
upon her tongue. Watching him as she suckled upon his fingers slowly purring
deep in her throat as she did. Then she released his fingers and turned her
eyes to his hard erection. "Does it hurt?" She asked as she stared
upon the proud appendage standing up at an angle below his belly button.
Releasing one of her breasts she reached for it, stroking it softly with her
bare fingers. He was very hard and pulsing in desire, it did seem a bit painful.
Fingers running down his shaft again, passing his base and caressing his sac
again then pulled back up in one sift smooth motion as she smiled up to him.
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"God yes..." Spike panted as he ran his hands over her breasts before
leaving them to rest either side of her head, staring down at her with a
distance between their faces he smirked, giving his hips a little wiggle.
"I've been hard and aching ever since I started tasting you... I need some
kinda release... but by all means keep on teasing
me..!" He panted, shamefully looking away for a moment. Teasing ached and
was sort of frustrating... but at the same time, sort of fun.
His hands gripped the sheets as he felt her fingers ever so softly teasing his
shaft again, giving him a gentle stroke but nothing more. He looked back at
her, giving a little smile as he breathed heavily, looking on with lustful
eyes, obviously he very much wanted her to continue.
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Propped upon on her elbow she
reached down his shaft again, gripping it firmly in her
small hand as she caressed it, twisting her hand in
smooth moments over the swollen muscle. As it twitched
she smiled and left it alone then, lying back and staring
up at him.
"Well? Don't you want a tit fuck?" She asked in
a still sultry voice as she lifted one of her breasts
tenderly in her hand and craned her neck. Tongue sliding
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"Oh God yes.." The words
left his mouth before he could even think about them and
his hands instinctively moved from the sheets to her sides.
It was all becoming so natural now, the ease in which his
hands slid across her flesh and found her bare breasts,
pressing against them as he molested her once more.
"Talk to me, Orchid. Tell me something... tell me your
biggest fantasy." He meant sex, obviously. His fingers
briefly found her hard nipples which he pinched, moving his
body just a little to bend forward more and press his hard
cock between her breasts. "Tell me what you most
desire..."
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She found herself at a lose
of words. She had never had any fantasies or desires in the
sexual manner. Maybe because it was always such an open
subject between her and her mom. They often would sit and
talk about their most amusing encounters, their embarrassing
moments, and the best ones they'd ever had. Because of that
it never allowed her to have an imagination of things, she
already knew what it was like and or had a pretty detailed
description from a more experienced person.
Unsure of how to answer she decided on changing the subject.
"Your cock feels good between my breasts." She
spoke in a soft tone dripping with innocence as she crane class=SpellE>dher neck once again and slid her tongue
over the tip of his cock, lapping up his juices as she leaked
out.
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How odd that she'd avoid the question. It wasn't as though it
was an easy thing to brush off either, he'd flat out asked her
a question and...... he completely
lost any kind of mental concentration round about the time she
ran his tongue over the tip of his cock, so very sensitive
there and she clearly knew it. His hands pressed her breasts
together, squeezing and manipulating as he thrusted
his hips between them, letting out a little moan as he started
thrusting.
"Lick me more..." He managed to groan out, obviously
utterly losing thought as he got lost in this moment, unable to
do anything but make little requests, his voice much more faint
as he groaned. "Talk dirty..."
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With out argument she pressed the flat
of her tongue to his erection once again, sliding it over the
tiny slit over the tip and in circles around the bulb. She was
tender and loving as she pleased him with every bit of experience
she had within her. She tasted his pre-cum again, so sweet it was
upon her tongue as she lapped it up, eyes still upon him as he
thrust into her breasts.
She certainly looked like he was enjoying himself, she certainly
was. Her tongue returned to her mouth then as she spoke.
"Those big tits make you feel good? Make you want to cum all
over my face?" She asked in the still oh so innocent tone
yet her deceitful smirk told other wise.
It was more of a request then a question. Perhaps a small hint at
a fantasy that had never been preformed upon her, one that she
didn't even know about herself.
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"Mmmm..." He let out a low
little groan, speech all but gone from his mind as he allowed
himself to get lost in this. Sure, he could speak if he wanted, but
why want? He'd rather stay in that mindless state of pleasure and
make those little noises, give her sounds to let her know just how
much he did love her breasts, if his increased thrusting wasn't
enough. "God..." He managed to moan as he kept going,
squeezing and pressing her large breasts together over his hard
cock, molesting her with real pleasure as he moaned again.
"God yes..." He continued, looking down at that most
delectable smirk, that was practically the ok for him to do it and
he knew that he wasn't going to be able to last much longer going
at this pace... "More..." He gasped, fingers gripping her
nipples and giving them a twist, still pushing and rubbing,
obviously feeding his large obsession with her breasts.
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Her tongue slithered out form her mouth
again and circled his cock, lightly before she spoke to him again.
"Such a big cock..." She complimented as he continued his
thrusts and rested her hands upon his. "I bet it would make me
squeal like the little whore I am." She added as she placed her
tongue back onto him, licking another wave of pre-cum up greedily.
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"Oh fuck..." Spike started panting, his face a real picture
of his emotions, utterly flustered and taking no care over how he
looked, raw lust and pleasure showing through, looking almost pained in
his pleasure as he roughly bit his own lip, holding back another moan
as he got just that bit more rough with her breasts, thrusting faster
now as he was obviously very close, he didn't need to say it, it was
obvious.
With no verbal warning he gripped her nipples tightly and twisted
roughly, giving her that sharp pain before he gripped his own cock,
roughly jerking himself off as his other hand slapped her across the
face, not too hard but certainly hard enough to leave a mark, moaning
out to her, "you fucking whore!" With that he couldn't take
it anymore and lost himself, pumping his hard cock roughly as he came,
shooting three thick strands of cum over her face. Still oozing out the
last dribbles of cum, he squeezed out the last few drops and ran the
head of his cock against her tongue, cleaning himself
on her amidst that loud moan.
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The slap uttered a sharp scream from the girl as she did not expect that
to happen. The force was enough to make her snap her head to the side and
tightly close her eyes. She expected him to hit her again in anger but
instead she felt a warm thick substance spill onto her face. 'Mm...' class=GramE>Was the sound she made in surprise as she opened her eyes
just a bit to see, clearly not wanting to get the stuff in her
eyes.
After determining that it was safe; she opened her eyes fully as his cock
was shoved into her mouth again. Blinking she
merely stared at him with an aching cheek, no tongue, no sucking...just a
confused and frightened stare. He didn't seem to mind as he wiggled his
length inside her mouth to clean was still clung to him off onto her
tongue.
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It was her fault; she shouldn't have got those ideas in his head. Really,
encouraging someone mentally unstable enough to be a kidnapper? She was
practically asking for that rough slap. He didn't seem to notice that she
wasn't responding, he was breathing heavily and panting, finally pulling
the head of his limping cock from her mouth and moaning. He kept breathing
for a few moments before finally taking in what he was looking at and
letting out a little sigh.
He brought his hand to her cheek, reaching to touch where he'd slapped her.
He was about to touch but then stopped, realising
exactly what that expression meant and what he'd done. "Fuck..."
He panted, averting his gaze down to her chest. "Sorry... class=GramE>I..I got carried away." Apologising?
That was just weird. Then again, it meant he felt bad for hurting her. It
meant that he didn't want to hurt her again. "C'mon, let's go to your
bathroom and get you cleaned up."
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With a pout her pale hand drew up and slid across his own
cheek with out any warning. She felt he deserved
it, though it may have just merited another beating for her. Rising up from
the bed and yanking the sheets from under him she dressed the baggy white
fabric around her torso. Looking back to him she stayed silent as she wandered
into the bathroom.
Now in front of the mirror she saw just how trashy she did look. Running
makeup, red cheek, disheveled air. She looked like
she'd been trough a train wreck and smashed between
two cars. Sighing she turned the fossette, pipes
creaking and clanging behind the walls, and leaned over. Tucking the sheet
around itself so it would stay up with out the help
of her hands she drew them into the chilly water.
Cold water on the face was a known way to sober up but it had been proven
just a myth. In this case it was to clean all of the sperm, makeup, excess
dirt, and tear streaks from her skin. As the water hit her face her entire
body chilled, Spike now forgotten she proceeded to clean herself up as best
she could with the absence of her face cleanser, which resided in the
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Spike gasped when he was slapped, leaving him a little dazed as he sat beside
her on the bed. Quickly she had the sheets out from under him as well and he
basically lay there on his side, wondering what the hell was going on. With a
sigh he watched her go, his eyes following her as he breathed slowly. In his
mind, that was her response to everything, not just the slap. Suddenly his own
view was tainted too, as though she'd hated every moment, thought he was
rubbish. Useless. Well he wasn't useless. He knew he
wasn't... all he tried to do was be caring for her and make her happy... if she
wouldn't let him do that, he'd just have to stop being caring. Fuck her if she
was going to be like that, though it had to be said that his emotions were in a
bit of a frenzy after that orgasm.
No doubt she would regret that slap if she knew what it had meant, the anger it
had caused to run through him as he pulled his clothes on, first boxers then
jeans, doing them up with his belt. He pulled on his shirt and jacket, then
grabbed his boots and started putting them on too. Clearly he was thinking
about going somewhere soon. Lots of ideas were running through his mind, but
the main one was clear to him, she was going to pay. Right now his body
couldn't handle rape and, for that matter, he didn't want to physically abuse
her. He'd get her with mind games. He looked through the nightstand, finding a
pen and scrap of paper, and scribbled her out a note.
After doing that he tossed the note on the bed and made his exit quickly, she
would probably hear a grunt as he pulled the bit of metal out from the front
door, and the slam as he opened and slammed it shut.
When she did read the note, she would no doubt be surprised considering the
manner of his exit...
Orchid,
I'm sorry.
I don't deserve to be near you anymore.
I'm twisted and broken, I can't do things like the rest of you, this was the
best I could do to show you my feelings. Clearly my feelings don't matter to
you.
If you can forgive me, here is my phone number. Don't worry though,
i'm not expecting a call.
07810 800731
Spike xx
Through the running water the sound of the slamming door merely sounded
like Spike had gone downstairs and was rummaging violently through the
cabinets. She assumed he was angry with her for slapping him and she knew she
was soon to be punished one way or another. Allowing the silky sheet to fall
from her body she turned to the shower once glancing back to the door way as
she turned the nozzles. Pipes sprang to like a musicians
chorus but still there was no spike. Thinking nothing of it she stepped into
the shower, standing under the warming water as it cleansed her body. And yet
he still did not come, nor was there any remote sound that he was nearby.
That was when she realized why that bang actually was. class=GramE>The front door. Her heart sank. He was gone and she was alone.
Sinking down to her knees she sat for hours under the water even after it had grown
cold, just staring at the bottom of the
rusted tub. She remembered when she first moved in how she had scrubbed
it until her arm felt like it would fall off and the stain had not lifted in
the slightest. Pulling herself up finally she clamored her shivering hide out from
under the harsh water and drew up a towel. Wrapped tightly in the cotton
garment she made her way into her empty bedroom and down the stairs into her
kitchen. The front door was open, unable to lock anymore. Blankly the young
woman turned and reached for the phone, lifting it up to her ear. “Yes hello…listen
I think I’ve broken some ribs…can you fit me in today? Thank you.” Setting the
phone down she then gloomily made her way back up the
stairs.
She hadn’t expected to find anything but her ripped and none ripped
clothing once inside her bedroom that was why the sight of a small suspect piece
of paper on the bed almost caused her to loose her
towel. Curious as to what it was she made her way across the room and reached
down to the bed. The paper only brought her more pain as she read it, tears in
her eyes. How could one little slap have caused to much emotional damage? And
why did she feel so guilty about it? Whatever it was…it had to be forgotten so
the paper was disposed off inside the small trash bin next to her bed. Later
that day she had managed to dress herself and drag her carcass to the hospital
where she met her doctor. He had of course confirmed her suspicions. Two cracked
ribs. And when the inquiry as to how the injury happened
a lie was received.
“I fell down the stairs.”
