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The sudden, startling touch of his tongue at her sex had at first freaked her out. She had never been comfortable with that form of sexual play, even when it was consensual. Yet, along with the embarrassment at what he was doing came pleasure she wasn’t prepared for. The sweet gentleness of his touch was so at odds with the barrage of pain and terror they’d subjected her to since the abduction.
Her body had responded of its own accord. Exhausted and defenseless, she’d given herself over to the sensations. As he licked and stroked her, the rising, dark pleasure was like nothing she’d ever experienced. The climax had taken her over, racking her body and, for those brief moments, obliterating everything around her, even her fear.
When he’d kept going, however, the pleasure had shifted to something edgy and almost painful, her clit too sensitized for his touch, however light. She felt almost sick from the overstimulation, but then something had shifted again, drawing her back into the pleasure. The result was an even stronger orgasm than the first. For those few blinding seconds, she had been lifted completely out of herself. It was like nothing she’d ever experienced before.
Brenda’s words came back to her—It’s going to happen either way so you might as well enjoy it. Maybe the dreadful woman was right. Maybe, even in the midst of the worst living nightmare, there were small pleasures to be found.
But Brenda had also said that with the pleasure came the pain, and Robert had delivered on that score too. When the big man had leaped on top of her and rammed his way inside her, he’d ripped her from the lingering pleasure of her orgasm both literally and figuratively, jerking her back to the terrifying reality in which she now found herself.
Robert’s wet sticky come had oozed onto her thigh. Wrinkling her nose in disgust, she quickly wiped it away with the edge of a blanket. “Someone, help me,” she moaned from inside her cocoon, but without much conviction.
There was no one to hear her.
No one to save her.
She closed her eyes, letting her mind drift. She had no tears left to shed. Cupping her sore pussy, she mused again on the powerful orgasms Robert had wrested from her. She hadn’t even known that kind of sensation was possible.
Sure, she’d masturbated from time to time, usually when she was having a hard time falling asleep. It was more like scratching an itch than anything else. She’d had sex with the few boyfriends in her life, but none of them had ever made her come the way Robert had.
There had been Ben back in high school, but they’d never done much more than make out in the backseat of his car. He’d moved away in the middle of senior year, and that had been the end of that.
Then there was Seth, who she’d met during her stint at community college. He was older, twenty-seven compared to her nineteen—a significant gap at that age. He hadn’t been especially good looking, but he had rugged features and a certain confidence that was appealing.
He was the first one she went all the way with. He’d also taught her to suck his cock, which she’d never really liked—it always made her gag if he went too far back in her throat. He’d never offered to reciprocate, and she’d been too shy and self-conscious to suggest it.
They never went out at night, which started to bug her, and he never invited her over to his place, claiming he had two slobby roommates. Eventually, she discovered he had a wife at home, and that was the end of that.
After getting her associates degree, she had a hard time finding work. The job in medical records at the hospital was supposed to be only temporary, but had ended up lasting these four years. During that time, she dated a few guys here and there, but nothing had lasted very long.
One of the guys, whom she’d met on a blind date set up by her then-roommate, had told her she wasn’t bad looking—if she’d dress sexier, do something with her hair, wear a little makeup and get that sour puss expression off her face. Hurt and insulted, she’d snapped back that plastic surgery was probably his only option. Needless to say, that was their only date.
She was getting hot under her blanket. She flipped it back and shifted in the cage, trying to get comfortable. As she turned, she noticed for the first time the small window high up on the wall. Her heart quickened with hope. If she could get up there somehow, could she get through that window and escape?
She stared at it, trying to assess if she could squeeze through the small space. Of course, she’d have to be out of her cage to do that. Even if she got out, she had no way to reach the window. To make matters worse, it appeared to be painted shut around the edges. She would have to break the glass.
