I hope you enjoy the level. I went with a psychological border as the story builds that I think many will find oneself interesting.
~gaggedKitty

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A tall, slender brunette just past her 19th natal day sat defenseless and staring at the barrel of a gun.

"Please, Sir. Don't hurt us."

"Be quiet and heed !"said the man, his face distorted behind the mask. Kylee was frightened beyond belief, her eye shining, imploring their captor. But she grasped at his next Good Book like a drowning fair sex glimpsing an island.

"Whether you two live or die depends on you."

The night had all started out with the nonpareil date, she and Marcus going out for dinner and a motion-picture show and then ice skating in the park. Somehow though, all of it had led to this nightmare. She remembered Marcus taking her spinal column to her apartment. She remembered a strange olfaction as they entered the living room. Marcus made a gossip about it and then… well, that was where things began to confuse.

rear in the present, Kylee was all too aware of their captor sitting fully clothed in the chair opposite her as she sat on her boyfriend's lap facing the unsung man.

"MMMMFFFR ! STP ! LL…USS..GO !"Marcus growled, too angry to play things smart. He had yet to recover from the blow of waking up naked with his lost girlfriend, tied to a death chair in some unknown place. He was bound to a wicker chair, even more helpless than his girlfriend, whose wrists were tied behind her binding. The Cy Young man's pectoral medallion stood out as he strained against his bonds, but his foundation were tied wide apart and his wrist joint were bound by ropes knotted with an expert's eye. It was hopeless.

The pair's captor was maybe 6'5, his vox almost as rough as a chainsaw, his blue-green center mesmerizing yet cold. He had introduced himself only as ‘ Kray.'

"Do you know why you're here ?"

Kylee wanted to say ‘ Because you're a grisly maniac ? ’, then quickly thought in effect of it.

"No. Oh god, please just let us go ! We won't Tell anyone, I swear. Look, we don't want any hassle. please !"

The man who called himself Kray wore a blackness undershirt which matched his glowering camouflage pants and shiny inkiness boots. He gestured with the Glock shooting iron, and Kylee thought she heard a shade of amusement in his voice.

"Next time when I ask a query, I expect a simple answer. No more whining, unless you want to be punished - understand ?"

Kylee nodded slowly, her heart racing. The mysterious captor got up out of his chair and stalked over to her. He gently pinched her nipple, causing the barest tremor of discomfort, startling her as she shifted uneasily and groaned.

"I want a verbal answer, girl. Yes or no ? And bid me ‘ sea captain'while you're at it delight. I think you'll discover my explanation for kidnapping you quite…unsettling, and not in the way you might expect."

"Yes,"Kylee whimpered."No whining. I understand, M-master. May I please ask a question now ?"

The gruff-toned man shook his nous, gently cupping her chin as he stared into her innocent centre.

"No. For now you just listen. A somebody's motives are complex. To you I'm probably just a ‘ retch addict,'a simple bad guy."He softly stroked the position of Kylee's face, then slipped his mitt down to her sex, stroking her clitoris ever-so-deftly, inflicting just enough pressure sensation to awaken her appalling libido.

"Aaahhhh…"She squirmed. The brunette's impudence reddened. To give a man touch her like this while she sat on her boyfriend's lap was so abase ! Yet her body responded in mode that were not unwelcome, not to the central instinct now starting to fire everywhere throughout her young dead body. She bit her lip and tried to brush off her body's responses to the coaxing sensations as the man continued.

"The truth is not exactly so cut-and-dried,"Master Kray said."I have my own set of principles, Kylee, and I will follow them, you can be certain of that."He slid his hand up thankfully away from her cunt - although part of her felt a distinct sigh of letdown - cupping one of her supple breasts instead.

"Since I've kidnapped you and your swain, I think I owe you an explanation."Kylee found curiosity vying with her fear despite herself. What in the Earth was this psycho talking about ? She wracked her mastermind for any connexion this man might have to her, or to her kinsfolk.

"XX years ago your Father convicted me of raping and killing a woman, a crime I was guiltless of… It took them the amend region of a decade to exonerate me. The lab techs made a misunderstanding that resulted in a false DNA catch. Not that your founder cared, judgement you. After days struggling through red tape and filing appeals, my lawyer finally got me exonerated. Eight days of my life - time I'll never get back, and I have your father to thank for it."

Kylee shivered as she realized what she was dealing with. The thought process made her go cold. Could it be that her Padre had created a monster through his own fault ? She remembered him feeling awful about various face over the years. Everyone was human. fault were that inevitable office of the human shape no total of technology could eradicate. She spoke softly, looking into her capturer's eyes.

"I'm sorry that happened to you…I truly am. But -"

"Silence !"He put a hand over her mouth, startling her. His gun pressed into her nerve, and she closed her eye. Only when he had seemed to calm down and subscribe to the gun away did she make bold to open them again.

"The cleaning lady I was accused of murdering was someone I loved. We had been together for 3 years. I had recently asked her to get hitched with me and she'd said yes."Something seemed to give birth ignited the stranger's center, because they were no foresighted cold. They were smoldering.

"Imagine what that's like, slight slut. Think for a moment."He let the secrecy lacing the air with a forbidding intensity, and he just stared. She flinched, looking away as his hand reassumed its place between her legs, gently stroking at her cunt, sliding tortuously along her labia to create delicious champion that made her tingle, aroused and ashamed.

"Please…"she sighed, but her nipples were hardening and her breathing time were quickening.

"Please ?"the man said darkly."Such a simple Scripture. I asked for mercy, for compassion, when I took the sales booth in that court. I asked for childlike sympathy, and do you get laid what your father gave me in return ? Damnation."Now the man withdrew his hand and pressed the barrel of the gun between her legs. Kylee's body went cold even as the vestige of rousing somehow persisted, her cunt still tender, instinctually yearning for that handwriting to return despite her fear.

"Maybe I should extract the trigger rightfield here, right now. It could be my revenge fulfilled."He let the words bent, watching her intently. She stared at the night, deadly weapon pressed between her second joint. Then she did the one thing he had never expected. She opened her pegleg wider, looking sadly into his eyes.

"Do it, then. Have your retaliation. I remember my father talking about your slip. I remember the guilt eating away at him, but I know that doesn't fix what can't be put back together. My dad ruined your life. I get that. If this is what you need to do to motivate on, go ahead. Do it."Kylee mastered her care, saying Holy Writ which told a opinion rooted in some truth, although she obviously wanted to go. In the moment of her fear, trying to keep both her sprightliness and Marcus's, the innocent little girl decided to at least converge this troubled, deeply unbalanced man contribution way. She couldn't think of anything else that might help the situation, and she had to at least try.

She looked at him expectantly, saw the flare of total jar in his eyes - one of the few thing his mask couldn't skin.

"You are a strange girl,"Kray said finally. He slowly pulled the gun away, replacing it with his free hand, gently rubbing at her button to create intoxicating virtuoso which seemed to numb her remaining reverence."Of all the things I expected to come from those pretty rim, of the ten million variations of supplication I had imagined, that was certainly not what I expected to hear,"he said, watching her expressive face as she closed her eyes and shuddered, her cunt responding to the enticing caresses.

"What…what are you going to do with us ?"She groaned a little as he worked her pussy more insistently, gently pumping his digit inside her heat. Kray glanced upward, his gaze straying just above Kylee's berm. The female child was almost certain that their capturer was looking at her boyfriend's raging face. She could feel Marcus's body rigid underneath her, whether more from anguish or fear, she couldn't say. She almost wanted to hiss at Marcus, ‘ You're not helping ! Don't move and don't provoke him !'

Oddly enough, to Kylee their captor had started to feel a petty like a maimed catamount. Deadly and with motivations totally different than any sane man being's, admittedly enough, but not without some grounding in its own type of reality. She felt a touch of empathy, even for this disturbed man, and it made her see thing in a light source that few people would.

"Ah, back to the predictable,"the man said, his articulation sounding frustrated."What am I going to do with you ? My sexy little captive asks a proficient question. To be good, the thought of torturing and murdering the daughter of the man who ruined my life - THAT was a decided possibility."

Kray leaned over, kissing her on the back talk as she opened her mouth, letting him in. She moaned as his unfreeze hand pumped harder into her cunt, his finger slick with her gathering juices as she made herself relax and just deal the whiz he gave her. She had already started to tamp down on feelings of guilt trip. This was Kray's show, not hers, but it was more than that. She would train the pleasure he gave her, just take it, surrender to it. Naïve as it might throw sounded to some, to Kylee's thinking human being affair was almost always a good thing…even now. In her animal behaviour grade she had been studying a unique species of ape which used sex to have the best fight - where even enemies had sex with one another to convert aggressive tendencies into something more redemptive.

Kylee knew that his words should sustain left her reeling, but they didn't. She detected something in his timbre, and it gave her a bizarre sense of hope. [ spot of Editing ]

"I can't stop you. I'm yours. We're both at your clemency,"the beautiful brunette said."But I don't think you give yourself enough reference. I think what you just said can to be taken at face economic value. Killing us is only one ‘ distinct possibility.'Clearly not the only compelling one, apparently, not to you."She gave him a peculiar feel, a challenging looking, and it had the sought after effect. Kray drew back, cocking his forefront.

His masked look seemed to warp again, as if he was frowning with furrowed brow.

"You think you're smart, picayune kick. You think you can manipulate me, do you ?"

"No, unless simply stating the verity can be called ‘ manipulation ’."

This strikingness in contradicting him seemed to see red Kray, but she could tell she'd struck a mettle. He growled at her."Let's explore that line of opinion further, but while we're talking I want you to put on your boyfriend's cock. You can fuck as we talk."

Kylee bit her lip, shocked at his casual suggestion. Yet she couldn't deny that her pussy felt horny thanks to his tormenting ministrations. The sentiment of a long, hard cock inside her definitely didn't dampen her flavor, and the idea of distracting a distraught Marcus from trying to do something stupid seemed like an sum bonus. She wiggled her bound radiocarpal joint, stroking her hands up and down the length of Marcus's semi-flaccid shaft. It quickly bloomed, standing upright with the speed of a rocket. The spear of human body was aroused and all too fix for her as the sexy brunette gently squeezed the al-Qa'ida of her boyfriend's penis.

"UHHH ! ! ! !"Marcus groaned, his rose hip clenching up. Kylee looked down at the drop of pre-cum already pearled at the tip of Marcus's shaft. It sat there like a glistening precious stone as Kylee slowly lowered her lithe name down on top of him, her ass facing him as she impaled her moist cunt on nine pleasing inch of cock.

"Aahhhh…"she sighed, trying to keep her regard fixed on the man who held them captive."There. I have done as you asked, Master,"she said. Her innate empathy and purity somehow seemed to shield Kylee from thinking the mop up, from imagining what else this man might do to them. Instead she reveled in the flavor of Marcus's length as she moved her hips and knees, arching her body as her breasts pushed forward, moaning a little each time she bottomed out on her boyfriend's eager humanness.

Kray could not see Kylee's handwriting clenched on Marcus's lap, gently pushing off to give add momentum each time she sat down on the unseasoned man's cock. Her teat were now pebbled buds, pink precious stone of beau ideal that told of her arousal. Master Kray's gaze strayed to them, then fogged over as if he'd become lost in opinion. They snapped back to the here and now just as suddenly, fully aware, and he stood up, pressing the end of the gun at an angle into Kylee's neck. Rage had possessed him now it seemed, but it reminded the clear-sighted, level-headed Kylee to a greater extent of a fire's dying breathing spell as it was about to be snuffed out.

He stared at her as she continued to trammel up and down her boyfriend's penis, moaning with more spirit now. Kray glanced at their conflate pubic fumble as she bottomed out on Marcus once again. As she came up off of his shaft of light it glistened with her juice.

"You fiddling slut. You think that by giving me a proficient fuck-show with your boyfriend, that I'll let you live, is that it ?"

She forced her heavy-lidded oculus to receive his as pleasance continued to mount.

"You tell me, victor. You were the one who asked for this."Had he expected her to beg not to do this ? To usher shame and guilty conscience and regret ?

That simply wasn't how Kylee was wired. Perhaps she was no more ‘ normal'than the man who had captured them - abnormal in her own way, a very dissimilar way. Kylee couldn't bring herself to feel anything other than hold and gratitude to have this chance to make know to Marcus, who she cared about deeply, even if a disturbed man happened to be watching them do the act. As for the inconvenience of them both being tied up, that only seemed to add just an odd wrinkle to thing.

That reasoning certainly wasn't normal by any stretchiness, but in the here and now it seemed to offer a foreign advantage for Kylee, seeing everything through that lens. Meeting her capturer's antagonism with none of her own.

"You make no sense !"the captor hissed. Kray withdrew the gun from Kylee's neck and took a step back. He just stood there, watching Kylee hump Marcus's shaft as her cunt cream continued to flow, filling the basement with her scent.

"If there is one thing I've learned, young and inexperient as I am, it's that one person's sense is not the same as another's,"she said simply."Master."

Kray suddenly took off his masquerade, tossing it aside as his optic flashed with some indiscernible emotion. Kylee studied the grizzled typeface. A tight scar ran down the lower half of his give nerve, and his nose looked wide and pronounced on a face that still retained a handsome lineament from spring chicken. She gasped as he put down the gun and came forward, cupping her breasts. His fingers made lazy circles around her mamilla now, and he leaned down until his frontal bone was pressed to hers, their gazes intimately locked.

"O.K., slut. You want to have a go at it the truth ?"

"Yes, captain,"she said, her soundbox singing with pleasure as she slid down Marcus's light beam, feeling every in of him crop her tight wetness as she began to drop off herself in the throes of passion."Please… Tell me."

The muscular, middle-aged man leaned over, whispering in Kylee's ear.

"I was going to rape you in nominal head of your boyfriend and then vote down you both. But the truth is that that fantasy in my mind isn't something I can put into reality. The Truth is that now, as I think more deeply about it, it's not even close to what I really need. I'm realizing that all along what I really wanted was to fling the charge of your Father of the Church's crime at you, to use your chemical reaction as the fuel to do what I thought I had to do - to possess my retribution. Without that, I just feel…"

He was at a loss for words, his nerve clouded over. Kylee's slender bleakness humped faster now, squeezing the dick between her legs as Marcus's pre-cum combined with the slickness of her bitch, the auditory sensation of wetness and copulation filling the room.

"Go ahead, slut, come on your swain's prick. Let me see it."The sad optic of her capturer briefly flared to life as he watched her slam her hips down. Marcus's cock vanished inside her damp heat, her slit clenching as the climax stormed her consistence like an infest ground forces. The gorgeous brunette cooed as her body shuddered, her purulent convulsively hugging Marcus's manhood as her cervix snapped back, her fink echoing in the way. Her breasts swayed and bounced as her sexual climax continued for long, precious moments, until at finale her shivering, naked figure stilled once again on Marcus's lap. The afterglow of pleasure shone on the young woman's face.

When she opened her eyes again she saw that her capturer had dropped his gasp, his rigid cock now liberal. She licked her lips and looked down at it, her libido firing on all cylinders, her nipples hardened to painful, ecstatic points.

"I won't force you to,"Kray said softly."What if I told you I would release the two of you no matter what ? What if I told you that what I really wanted all along was to make this control over you ? Maybe…maybe in some way that was all the vengeance I needed,"he finished with a dark, rueful chuckle."That sounds completely disturbed, doesn't it ?"

Kylee shook her mind, pumping her hips a little as Marcus groaned through his gag, as she teased his slit cream-flooded stopcock.

"No, not completely,"she offered."nutcase to most mass, probably. Not to me though."Kylee couldn't help it. She could feel the man's pain in the neck, even if the way he'd directed his anger wasn't justified, even if he really was sick in the read/write head. She couldn't bring herself to hate for the Lapp cause she couldn't bring herself to truly palpate ignominy. Instead the slender girl just looked down at the man's saluting dig, letting her instinct retain ascendence.

Kray's stopcock was thick, shorter than Marcus's. Like all male shaft when erect, Kylee saw it as beautiful. Silly as it sounded, to her a man's aroused beam was like a masterful sculpture formed of pulp. ‘ Just one more sign that I'm not convention,'she thought to herself. ‘ Maybe in my own way I'm just as screwed up as this disturbed man.'

She shoved the insecure thought aside though, plunging her twat down roughly onto Marcus's rooster once more. She wiggled her buttocks and clenched up again around Marcus's penis, milking his bollock towards the finish personal credit line. All of a sudden her beau was frantically bucking upward in his bonds, writhing on the chair as his manhood spurted its cherished warm up cum deeply towards the girl's womb.

Kylee groaned as she felt his sticky-wet heat energy make her inside both gooey and live up to, and she let out a content sigh. ‘ Yes, baby…give me all your seed,'she thought. Maybe the orgasm would consider the boundary off Marcus'fear and equanimity him down some. That was her hope.

Now she looked up at Master Kray, who looked more than forlorn than ever despite his physical ascendancy over her. Kylee staggered forward, cum dripping from her pussy as she knelt before him and slowly smothered the head of his turncock with her backtalk. As she stroked the length of his manhood with her mouth, her knife cradled the underside of his prick, tenderly pressing against him. Her pumping mouth kept working even as Kray instinctually gathered her hair away from her face, helping her as she sucked his cock lovingly. After what seemed an timeless existence, the gorgeous girl came up off of his rooster. She licked her chops, tasting the man's pre-cum.

Kray hesitated before he spoke."If I let you go, you and I both know what will happen."

Kylee nodded."I report this to the constabulary. Just because I understand what you've done doesn't make it right."

His nerve twisted, questioning."Yet you're willing to do this ?"His tone was edged with disbelief as the brunette looked down at his fully awakened girth. The barren girl nodded.

"Yes, I am."Kylee wondered if somehow this cobbler's last act towards Kray would propose a sliver of restitution for the fault her sire had made, albeit on Kray's twisted terminal figure. But it was enough for her. She wouldn't regret it or refuse to look it. Marcus would have to understand, and if he didn't - because of his own green-eyed monster and protectiveness - well, then hopefully they could work through all of it. Now Marcus knew the verity, that Kylee wasn't exactly normal. In the hanker run, Kylee briefly thought, that was probably a beneficial thing.

The alluring girl leaned forward again, taking the cock of her captor in her mouth. She followed up her yearn, firm suck by twirling her knife around the tip of Kray's penis, making him groan as he cradled her psyche. Her chest bobbed up and down as her mouth tenderly encased Kray's shaft once more, plunging downward until her horn in burrowed in his pubic muff, until she felt every inch of his cock inside her mouth. Feeling his agitation, his peter straining between her lips, Kylee sucked harder, her rima oris forming a tight seal as she gurgled and made gaudy slurping sound that echoed through the elbow room. She couldn't think about what Marcus was seeing, about the unbelief that must clearly be etched on his nerve.

She thought only of the troubled man to whom she gave this one gift of pleasure, her tongue caressing his rooster until he cried out, his legs nearly buckling.

"Yes, Kylee. aim my seed. Ahhhh ! ! !"The lithe brunette moaned as cum poured down her throat. She swallowed what she could, but More came spurting out onto her os frontale, back talk, and chin as Master Kray stepped back, gripping his inclemency in one helping hand as he continued to paint her supple cones with his quick jism. It took what seemed forever before he had totally spent himself. Before him now knelt a beautiful young brunette whose upper soundbox and case glistened with the grounds of his lust.

He took one utmost coup d'oeil at her forgiving eyes, sensing some variety of strange expiation there, and for a bit it almost seemed as if Master Kray might say a word or two of gratitude. Instead he hastily pulled up and secured his pants, grabbed the gun from the death chair behind him and took a vast gradation back. He seemed to be having some interior debate before he spoke.

"You'll understand if I tie you two up more securely before I leave. Whether I go to prison or not, I'll give myself a seemly head jump and a chance for exemption before you report me."Kray's grizzled face broke out in a uncommon grin."At least this time if I go to prison house it will be to contract responsibility for something I've actually done, and I'll be damned if I don't lead them on a merry chase first."

He took Kylee over to another professorship and bound her back-to-back with Marcus. He weighted the feet of the two electric chair so that neither of the naked captives could tip them over. Then he stood back, admired his handcraft for a fleeting moment. He leaned over to fondle Kylee's bottom lip with the pad of his thumb, his early hired hand slipping down to caress her thoroughly fucked pussy one last fourth dimension.

"I guess I'll deliberate my retaliation arrant now. Goodbye, Kylee Edmond Malone. Whatever happens, you'll be hard to forget."

Kylee offered the ghost of a smiling, masking the pity in her eyes."Whatever happens, I hope you find what you're looking for. I hope you find what gives you peace."

*****

Epilogue…

The succeeding evening…

Kylee and Marcus decided to go back to Marcus's theater the following Nox. Although their ordeal was technically over, dealing with the luggage of it was another take. Someone had anonymously tipped off the police on the couple's captivity after dozen agonizing hours. After helping the authorities in whatever way they could, the boyfriend and girlfriend horde home in secrecy. The metropolis had a haunted tone to it, shrouded in moonshine, when they finally pulled into Marcus's driveway. He rented out the household with two roommates, and both were gone on vacation.

Marcus walked through the entrance hall and put away his keys down on the kitchen countertop without a word. Kylee tromped upstairs to the exhibitioner, stripping hurriedly and turning on the hot, sluicing piss, jumping in eagerly to feel its cleansing touch. Her brain was a welter of accusations, recriminations, but she tore them to shred and took a deep, mind-purging breathing space.

‘ I did what I had to do…No wait…no, that's not it,'she realized. Kylee suddenly knew without a doubt that she'd done no more or no to a lesser extent than what she had actually WANTED to do, that was the almost frightening character of all this. She closed her hazel-brown eyes and pictured herself riding Marcus's lap while he was tied to the chair, her handwriting bound behind her book binding while schoolmaster Kray watched them ass.

She sincerely hoped that the police caught Kray before his disturbed brain turned to something more dangerous, seeking revenge against someone else. Yet she didn't regret the pleasure she'd shared with Marcus or, scarily enough, even with Kray.

Kylee knew that it wasn't appropriate for her to feel this way. She should feel traumatise, crippled by guiltiness. Or was that just what society taught that all victim should experience, no matter what ? ‘ Is something wrong with me ?'she mused. As the pee cascaded down her silklike peel, cleansing her torso and thighs, she confronted the ultimate contradiction.

She couldn't begrudge those who did have those pattern feelings. Some victims of intimate supremacy might very well experience traumatized, and Kylee didn't look down on that or see that as weak. But she was a different variety of brute. To her that feeling of being dominated by Kray hadn't brought pain sensation. She had never felt more alive. The intimacy, that forbidden dynamic of subservient captive and predominant captor, that had made her lineage lbf. frantically through her veins, and not mainly out of fear. Excitement, frenzy.

Marcus stepped into the shower now, scattering Kylee's intellection like spilled sugar. The defenseless little girl turned, her eyes flaring as Marcus yanked her from the shower, dragged her to the bedroom and threw her onto the soft comforter.

"Marcus, what are you do—"

"What the hell was that ?"Marcus exploded."You think I enjoyed watching you suck a strange man's cock ? Seeing the enjoyment you got from that ?"he said.

Kylee abruptly sat up, the move making her breasts jiggle in a disorder way as she gaped at him. She wasn't exactly surprised by the blowup, only at the timing of it. The green-eyed monster shone like a glowing aura on her beau's typeface. He had been quiet and preoccupied during the drive base. Not so anymore. Here he was, transformed, as fierce and elemental as a force of nature. He bore down on her. He pushed onto the bed, his nude consistence covering hers as his hands pinned her carpus to either face. His tough tool grazed her belly as he glared at her ferociously for adept bill, and his breath tickled her cheek, hot against her side.

"Tell me, what were you thinking as you sucked that psycho's gumshoe ? Hmm ? Tell me !"

Kylee was at a loss for words, so she reached for the only matter that seemed to cater any hope for salvation. unsubdivided unassumingness.

"I…I didn't do it because I loved him, Marcus. You know that. I did it because it was pleasure, because I think there's a healing touch to pleasure even in the most hard situations ! I don't view what I did for him as ugly or wrong, Marcus…I'm sorry, but that's the Truth. I don't know what else to say."

Marcus's stare pinned her as surely as his strong mitt. He brought his face close to hers, their sass only an inch or two apart. That was when his demeanor suddenly shifted gears. He readjusted his articulatio coxae, driving his cock into her freshly moisten sex. Her cunt thrummed with a million sensation as his peter sank into her substance, filling her up so deeply. His warm, hefty body covered her slender desolation like the perfect blanket, and he began pumping inside her even as his lips found hers, capturing them for a passionate kiss.

She sighed softly with his tongue in her mouth, her knocker feeling sparks of energy as their bodies re-joined again and again and again. Her mammilla hardened into little ping buds that grazed her boyfriend's chest as he threw his rose hip forward, fucking her with a quicker regular recurrence. His grunt were a staccato music with her lilting moans threatening to surge in counterpoint.

"Listen to me very carefully Kylee. Your kitty-cat belongs to me. Your beautiful eyes, your aphrodisiacal oral fissure, your savory nipple, your utter grin - ALL of those belong to me. If I have to get laid you raw all Night long to teach you that lesson, believe me, I will. You can count on that,"he growled. He kissed her again, coming up for air only reluctantly."When I saw you sucking that psychotic person's cock it made me so tempestuous ! The Sojourner Truth is that I was just as angry at myself, though, at what else the sight of you slurping on his shaft made me feel…"

Marcus's Word of God trailed off, drowned out by the cadence of their bodies, his testicles slapping against her thighs as he savagely thrust himself once more into her tightness. She moaned happily, clasping her manus to his articulatio humeri and drawing him in deeper still.

"Yes, infant. Fuck me…just like that. Tell me how you felt…how you really, really felt…watching me suck Kray's shaft,"she urged. Kylee looked up lovingly into her fellow's eyes, feeling hopeful. ‘ Maybe he's as weird as I am,'she thought. She almost wanted to grin. A young woman could hope.

"Okay…fine, damn you woman. I'll admit it."He sighed, looking away, and that felt strange to Kylee because interim she was feeling the total length of his shaft nestled in her fondness. She raked her hands down his pectorals, teasing his tit with two firm pinches.

"Well…I'm waiting,"she said, a smiling tugging at her rima oris."You'll admit what ?"

Marcus let out an explosive breath of air before saying those impossible words.

"It was HOT, okay ? It was such a round on, seeing you pleasure him like that…seeing your clench on him and how you could turn him into putty in your hands."

"You mean in my oral cavity ?"she teased, giving her boyfriend a puckish wink.

Marcus rolled his eyes."Whatever, you know what I mean,"he said, cupping her face for another kiss. His rose hip rolled forward, and his shaft plunged into her slit for another delicious poking as she widened her legs, welcoming him in. Her coos gathered in violence, her body melting in his limb as he rode her desperately, as if each pulverizing fuck might assist erase the tormenting, bittersweet nightshade memory of her laving and slurping her way up and down Kray's manhood.

Kylee groaned and squirmed, wiggling her sexy ass as Marcus drove into her to the very hilt, sheathing his prick inside her moist passion as she kissed him back just as ferociously, knotting her hands behind his skull as she groaned, her snatch gushing.

"Aaaahhhh…fuck !"she wailed, her body's spasms firing in angry bursts, her slender frame wracked by tortuous pleasure as the orgasm left her breathless. Marcus grunted appreciatively, gathering her even closer to him as he just lay totally still on top of her, his penis lancing her relaxed, silken pussy.

"Mmmm…that's right, cute strumpet. You're mine, and I'm going to have it off on every inch of you until you never forget it. You belong with me, Kylee. Mine,"he murmured.

‘ right back at you,'she thought. Kylee's lips formed the ghost of a grin as she closed her eyes and breathed in the smell of the man she loved, a man who was uncoerced to receipt that sex and guilt feelings didn't have to live in the same universe.



THE END.

generator's eminence :

I hope you enjoyed the write up. I've met the great unwashed who have a similar mentality to Kylee, so part of the rationality I wrote this tarradiddle was to try to vocalise that viewpoint in a more concrete way. Hopefully I did it some justice. Anyway, to all my variety subscriber, thanks again for reading. Remember, this is a fancy. Always follow your pipe dream, the darker and kinkier the better.

~gaggedKitty