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She wanted it all and her famished belly was growling like a hungry bear.
Though she was ravenous for the beer and she’d made that clear, she was more careful eating the food. An olive at first, then a slice of smoked Gouda, then a small cluster of plump red grapes. Her stomach craved more, but she managed to keep her distance from the food, wary of what it might contain. More drugs, no doubt, and she didn’t want to be drugged.
Her mind shuffled through a dozen questions that naturally popped up in her brain…most of them centered on ‘why?’ Why this? Why now? What are you going to want next?
Maybe the food was drugged, or maybe it was just its natural essence that turned her ravenous hunger into ravenous desire. But the throbbing for cock was nearly as painful as her hunger; and suddenly the fear of losing a precious moment of physical intimacy made her more careful of how she spoke to her host. She could not afford to offend the man who’d given her beer and food, a clean dress and a clean body. A man who routinely promised her body the sexual release it craved was not one to piss off if the alternative awaiting her was a cold damp cell.
While Shelby ate, Jessup viewed her with the same cruel stare as when he tortured her. But this time was different. This time he wouldn’t dare demand she suffer another session of pain. Or was he just playing her for a fool?
When it appeared that she was finished eating, he spoke again. “Come sit on my lap.”
Her eyes got big with question marks, but her body was unable to budge from the sofa and he spoke again, “Come here, I’m not going to hurt you.”
Would it have mattered if that was his plan? Would it have made any difference as to whether she obeyed or disobeyed? He held her life in his hands. She was his to control, what good would hesitating do her?
While moving from the sofa to Jessup’s lap, she found the tall heels awkward, almost tripping her up again. She was unused to them; and frankly unused to walking after so many hours on her knees.
What Jessup wanted was for her to straddle his legs, and for her open pussy to rest against the fabric stretching across his crotch. The scene was wildly erotic with the callous Jessup crushing his palms into her breasts, taking her mouth with his, inserting his tongue like a lover and kissing her hard until her face hurt and her pussy was throbbing for more than just the feel of cock through a layer of heavy fabric. She felt the hard erection beat against her wet snatch. And soon she felt herself reaching out to have him with the same vigorous zeal he used to win her cooperation.
He’d hurt her so many times, been the author of her worst nightmares, and still she could lust for him. This only proved the nature of depravity as a place where there are no rules, no values, no right behavior or wrong act. In that delicious place another plane of reality exists and sound judgment is suspended in favor unbridled pleasure. God is a hard cock, a wet pussy and the time to explode the one inside the other. Nothing else in the world has any meaning until that very basic need is satisfied.
But who would have guessed that a cruel brute like Col. Jessup would be such an accomplished tease? His hand gently pushed the hair from her face, then his thumb slowly grazed her lips with tender affection. A moment later, he brought his mouth to hers for the second kiss.
She didn’t worry anymore about understanding why. She didn’t worry about being hurt again. When he told her to back off so he could strip away his pants, he was actually a little awkward, like a naïve schoolboy doing the dirty deed for the first time. Once he was back in the chair, she beheld his stiff erection and a glimmer of heat emanated from her smoldering eyes.
“Come here, slut,” he said, a gentle snicker across his face.
She straddled his lap again. This time, his thick pulsating organ sank inside her love hole, and dove deep to the darkest reaches of her sexual body. She fell into his chest wiggling her crotch against him and closing her eyes to savor the sensation.
“Ooooooooo, yess!” she hissed, drawn away by the powerful force. Her lips went to his ears where she blew hot breath along the skin. She felt his teeth sinking into the side of her neck. “What? You just turned into a vampire?” she giggled because the biting tickled.
“That’s right, I’m a vampire here to drain your blood,” he laughed darkly.
After that, she fucked him. Bouncing on his lap, her first orgasm rifled off within minutes of her being impaled. Jessup took much longer to come, building up steam while his raunchy date worked herself to at least three orgasms before he ejaculated into her steamy hole. After the first wounding copulation, she wanted him even more; she wanted him hard again and for the fuck to keep on forever. If she kept him happy, he wouldn’t hurt her, she surmised – although she couldn’t count on anything with this man.
When he pushed her off, she fell to the floor. Ah, yes, it’s back to the floor again, she thought as she hit the hard concrete on the edge of her hip. The carpet did little to cushion the blow.
While waiting for her next order, he lit his cigar again – such a sensuous cliché. She almost asked for a cigarette, but then she remembered that she didn’t smoke.
“You know, you don’t have to sit there, slut,” he finally said. He looked sated and softer than she’d ever seen him. “I imagine the couch is much more comfortable than the floor, but then I really wouldn’t know.”
Shelby didn’t wait for a second invitation. She scrambled to the couch and waited there for him to speak again. While he collected his thoughts, he sipped his drink and lit the cigar again.
Finally, after several long soothing drags on his smoke, he said, “You know, the way I see it, you’re not going to tell anyone a damn thing about that silly disk.”
She gazed at him shocked. “You mean you believe me?”
He shrugged. “I probably do, though it’s real
ly not my place to make decisions like that. I just do what I’m ordered to do. I’ve told you that before.” He smiled scornfully as he often did, not with his full mouth, but with one corner lifting up just enough to suggest that he was mildly amused. “But you know what else I believe?” he puffed away on his cigar like he was proud of the cloud of smoke that blanketed the room. “I believe that you are a bonafide masochist. A well-trained one at that. And that, Ms. Shelby Ryan, makes you quite a commodity on the slave market. I suppose by now you’ve figured out that you won’t be released from the hell hole of captivity regardless of what you do or say. But where you go next, that is where I have some influence. The way you take pain, well, you’ll be useful to my personal cause. There’s a big black market where women are bought and sold and sold again. Yes, you will make a useful addition to my bottom line.”
Of course, she could have guessed the possibilities for her future, but she’d been too afraid to speculate. “Useful?” Her voice was weak and tired, and the way she bit her lip made her look like a naïve teenager.
“Why not? A cunt like yours shouldn’t go to waste. There are men who will pay bundles to have a pretty American like you ready for cock with a horny snatch. It’s even better if they have an inclination for pain.” He smiled, a very happy man. “Men are such sadists at heart; I guess you’ve seen that here. Although some men get off on delivering pain to women who can’t stand it, I find it more interesting to take on women like you who’ve learned to derive pleasure in the roughest of circumstances. Whoever trained you did a first rate job.”
“And what? That’s supposed to make me what…?”
“You don’t have to feel a thing. What all this means is that tonight is your swan song in my detention center, honey. That’s why the big send off with all the amenities. I wasn’t going to let prime meat like you go without a little fucking from the man in charge. I mean everyone else around here has had the pleasure of fucking you at will. I was beginning to think your cunt would fall off.” He stared her down, just like he had so many times. “Don’t look so scared. I promise you, where you’re going, you’ll be treated far better than I’ve treated you here. It will be a lot more comfortable. The brothel actually has some nice soft beds. I’ve been there enough times, I should know.” He laughed, expelling more smoke.
