He nodded. "That's right. The last was because you tried to hurt Lois. It had nothing to do with the… offer."
With a sigh, I turned my head to the papered wail. Despite my terrible need, despite my fear and anguish, my intense humiliation at lying there naked before him, stubbornness rose up within me. "And if I refuse again?" I asked the wall. Ah, pride! "What happens to me this time, monster?"
"This time, IF you refuse to suck my cock, you will be rewarded, rather than punished."
I snapped my head around to stare at him. "Rewarded?"
"Yes. You will be fucked."
"You wouldn… you know I'm a virgin!"
"Yes I do. But it's seldom a lifelong state. I don't hold it too much against you. It can be cured. It's time you kicked the virginity habit."
"You wouldn't D A R E!"
He smiled.
"I will NOT touch your filthy nasty smelly thing with my mouth, Erik!!"
He bent over and slapped me.
Then he released one of my arms and held my wrist while I drank some of the brandy. It stung and burned… and it was gone. Then I wriggled free and jumped for the door. "Owwwww!"
Six times I tried to flee, to flight. Six time she slapped me. My hair flew in clouds that stung my face. My head rang. I tasted blood on my lip. A seventh time I raised my clawed bands. And up went his hand, ready to strike. I bit my sore lip.
"Tie me up!"
"No. Here." He handed me the brandy. Although I considered using the bottle as a weapon, I needed more to pour some of its contents into my empty, writhing, rumbling stomach. And I was tired of being slapped half-silly.
"I will not tie you up, Tory. I'm not going to rape you. I'm going to fuck you. It's an unfortunate mark of your immaturity that you don't know the difference. But you will not be tied."
I started another run for the door. Ssslaaap-yeeowwww! I thought and that didn't happen. His arm shot out, whipped around my waist, and whirled me to face him. I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth for the slap. It didn't come. He kissed me, I felt like wax in a hot room. My legs went weak. My lips trembled beneath his. His lips were fire. I melted.
"Lie down," he said, pushing me gently. I staggered back, staring at him. The backs of my legs met the bed and I sat, suddenly and involuntarily. He stood over me.
"Lie back, Tory, I'm not going to hurt you. Yet."
I believed him. I couldn't help it. I put up my hand for the brandy, which he handed me, and I let more of that burning stuff run down my throat… and, since I had gone so long without eating, straight to my head. I sagged to one elbow, staring balefully at him. Then, slowly, I stretched on my side. Then I turned over onto my back, aware of the naked jobbling of my bare breasts. He sat down on the edge of the bed.
Shall I try to blame it on the brandy and my empty belly? Shall I try to blame it on my desperate need for tenderness after my captivity and severe mistreatment? Or… shall I merely say that by then I knew I am a very sexy girl, and be honest?
It was wonderful.
His hands stroked and caressed my naked sides, the softness of my belly, rose to cup and tighten about my trembly breasts. The nipples prickled, becoming stiff and hard and longer, when he took those thickening spires between fingers and thumb. I sighed and glowed in the sensation: little snaky trails of heat that radiated from the tender hemispheres and down into my belly.
He bent his head over my bosom. I quivered at the feel of his breath, his tongue on the tip of one hard standing pink crest. It was all I could do to keep from surging it into his mouth. I moaned, quivering and feeling flicker after flicker of warm rising sensualism while he squeezed and rolled and pulled my… my big hot tits!
The soft flesh gave, trying to squirt away from his fingers. He squeezed them harder, holding them firmly in place for the moist warm attentions of his tongue to the buttons of pink that surmounted them. His lips closed about one tender little mushroom of flesh, and fire flickered in my chest. He tongued my grateful nipple, sucked and licked it, adoring me with his mouth. Electrifying thrills tickled my inner tissues and made a rapturous feeling glow and grow in the depths of my unprobed nook of love while he rolled the fleshy morsel in his mouth and titivated it with his tongue.
The panting globes felt swollen to twice their size. The nipples seemed as long as thumbs. And fat, terribly tight and swollen. I was afraid to open my eyes to see. Mmmmmmm-mmm-mm, I cooed, unable to hold back my smile. His hair tickled as his lips moved down from my breasts over the flat plane of my stomach. His tongue teased my navel, briefly, and went on.
Down.
Down!
I shuddered ecstatically. Every nerve and sinew was coming hotly alive, throbbing and quivering with sensual response. My abdominal muscles twitched in exquisite delight when I felt his chin touch my lightly-furred love-mound.
"AAA-aaaahhhhhhhh!"
He had run his tongue long and wet down those pursed lips, then dipped it into the tight hot cleft, to swish it from side to side just within my soft outer gates! I had started to pick up the brandy bottle to bash him over the head… now my fingers quivered away from it. I couldn't stop him! I didn't want to interrupt him!
I had never before felt anything like it. Nothing I had ever dreamed of could be so good! His expertise made my hot flesh quiver and shiver and twitch under the clever strokes of his tongue. Fiery jolts steamed through me. My thighs twitched in little involuntary spasms.
Suddenly he withdrew his tongue, licked upward, and…
He applied a violent suction to my clitorys that jolted me with helpless thrills and shivers and made me convulse!
"E-e-e-e-eya-a-a-a-aaahhhhh!" I cried out. "Ahh! Oh… uh… uh-uh-uh…" I could only grunt and groan and feel my body, as if it were far beyond my control, as though it were an animal independent of my brain. It responded by hunching to his face.
His tongue darted like a flame. It scorched where it touched, on my cit, on the soft lips, on the inner softness of my twitching thighs. My breathing rose and increased in tempo. My legs moved restlessly, uncontrollably, falling and drifting apart despite my fear of parting them for him. Their smooth-fleshed inner surfaces and the ripeness of my sexual bulge formed a helpless invitation to his burning lips.
"Oh! O-o-ooo-o-o-o-h-h-h-h-hhh ooohhhh… Go-God-d-d-ddd… ummm… umhm!-uhh…"
Lapping, probing expertly with his snake-like tongue, he sent me soaring and quivering and soaring, and I squealed and groaned incoherently as I felt a continuous coursing of hot thrills all through me. Spasms seized the muscles of my trembling loins and shook me. In a sudden undeniable urge to wantonness, I thrust myself up against his face, joining my moist sexual lips to those of his face.
Then, at last, I screamed and moaned and yowled out my driving orgasm, squirming and humping and tossing wildly. I rolled, awash in endless, continuing waves of jolting climactic lust-fulfillment.
After that I lay there as though dead, gasping and staring at the ceiling. It seemed to glow and swim before my misty eyes.
His hand pressured apart my thighs while he stared at my wide eyes. I kept them on the ceiling, but even then, after all he'd given me, my lips formed a silent word:
No…
But he ignored that soundless plea.
The only sound I made was a tremulous groan of exhausted, sated, servile acceptance and submission to him: the marvelous bringer of the most thrilling experience of my life. Never had my own fingers sent me soaring so high.
He opened my thighs as he'd have pulled apart those of a suddeniy coy whore.
He gazed down at the fine lacework of my sparse blonde pubic fleece where it framed the pulpy pink flesh of my labia. They were only barely divided, pressing each other firmly in soft protective folds.