I hope you enjoy the tale. I went with a psychological edge as the chronicle builds that I think many will find out interesting.
~gaggedKitty

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

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

"Be quiet and mind !"said the man, his face distorted behind the masque. Kylee was frightened beyond opinion, her middle shining, imploring their captor. But she grasped at his next speech like a drowning woman glimpsing an island.

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

The dark had all started out with the nonesuch particular date, she and Marcus going out for dinner and a pic and then ice skating in the Park. Somehow though, all of it had led to this nightmare. She remembered Marcus taking her back to her apartment. She remembered a foreign smell as they entered the living room. Marcus made a comment about it and then… well, that was where thing began to blur.

book binding in the present, Kylee was all too aware of their capturer sitting fully clothed in the chairwoman opposite her as she sat on her boyfriend's lap facing the unknown man.

"MMMMFFFR ! STP ! LL…USS..GO !"Marcus growled, too raging to roleplay thing smart. He had yet to recuperate from the shock of waking up naked with his helpless girlfriend, tied to a hot seat in some unknown place. He was bound to a wickerwork chair, even more helpless than his girlfriend, whose carpus were tied behind her back. The Thomas Young man's pectorals stood out as he strained against his bond paper, but his feet were tied wide apart and his wrists were bound by R-2 knotted with an expert's eye. It was hopeless.

The couple's captor was maybe 6'5, his voice almost as rough as a chainsaw, his blue-green oculus 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 ill lunatic ? ’, then quickly thought good of it.

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

The man who called himself Kray wore a black vest which matched his dark camo pants and shiny melanise the boot. He gestured with the Glock pistol, and Kylee thought she heard a shade of amusement in his spokesperson.

"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 capturer 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 response, girl. Yes or no ? And shout me ‘ Master'while you're at it please. I think you'll find 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 interrogation now ?"

The gruff-toned man shook his head, gently cupping her Chin as he stared into her innocent eyes.

"No. For now you just listen. A individual's motives are coordination compound. To you I'm probably just a ‘ spue junkie,'a simple bad guy."He softly stroked the slope of Kylee's face, then slipped his mitt down to her sex, stroking her clit ever-so-deftly, inflicting just enough force per unit area to awaken her appalling libido.

"Aaahhhh…"She squirmed. The brunet's cheeks reddened. To have a man touch her like this while she sat on her boyfriend's lap was so chagrin ! Yet her body responded in means that were not unwelcome, not to the primordial instincts now starting to fire everywhere throughout her young body. She bit her lip and tried to ignore her body's responses to the coaxing esthesis as the man continued.

"The truth is not exactly so cut-and-dried,"maestro Kray said."I have my own set of rule, Kylee, and I will watch over them, you can be certain of that."He slid his hand up thankfully away from her slit - although voice of her felt a clear-cut suspiration of letdown - cupping one of her supple titty instead.

"Since I've kidnapped you and your boyfriend, I think I owe you an explanation."Kylee found peculiarity vying with her fear despite herself. What in the world was this psychotic person talking about ? She wracked her brain for any connector this man might have to her, or to her crime syndicate.

"Twenty class ago your Father convicted me of raping and killing a woman, a crime I was barren of… It took them the just part of a decennium to exonerate me. The lab tech made a misapprehension that resulted in a false DNA mates. Not that your father cared, mind you. After eld struggling through red tape measure and filing charm, my lawyer finally got me exonerated. Eight years of my life - fourth dimension 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 persuasion made her go cold. Could it be that her father had created a lusus naturae through his own error ? She remembered him feeling awful about several cases over the years. Everyone was human being. misapprehension were that inevitable part of the human status no sum of technology could eradicate. She spoke softly, looking into her captor's optic.

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

"Silence !"He put a helping hand over her mouth, startling her. His gun pressed into her cheek, and she closed her middle. Only when he had seemed to quiet down and take the gun away did she presume to open them again.

"The woman I was accused of murdering was someone I loved. We had been together for 3 age. I had recently asked her to marry me and she'd said yes."Something seemed to throw ignited the stranger's eyes, because they were no longer coldness. They were smoldering.

"Imagine what that's like, little hussy. Think for a moment."He let the muteness lace the air with a forbid intensiveness, and he just stared. She flinched, looking away as his hand reassumed its place between her stage, gently stroking at her bitch, sliding tortuously along her labia to create delicious champion that made her shiver, aroused and ashamed.

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

"Please ?"the man said darkly."Such a simple word. I asked for mercy, for compassionateness, when I took the point of view in that courtroom. I asked for simple understanding, and do you know what your Father-God gave me in rejoinder ? Damnation."Now the man withdrew his hand and pressed the drum of the gun between her branch. Kylee's soundbox went inhuman even as the vestige of arousal somehow persist, her slit still warm, instinctually yearning for that mitt to rejoin despite her care.

"Maybe I should pull the initiation right here, right now. It could be my revenge fulfilled."He let the words bent, watching her intently. She stared at the dark, lethal weapon pressed between her thigh. Then she did the one matter he had never expected. She opened her legs wider, looking sadly into his eyes.

"Do it, then. Have your revenge. I remember my father talking about your case. 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 move on, go ahead. Do it."Kylee mastered her care, saying news which told a view rooted in some truth, although she obviously wanted to live. In the moment of her awe, trying to keep open both her life and Marcus's, the innocent girl decided to at least run into this inconvenience oneself, deeply stir up man constituent way. She couldn't think of anything else that might help the state of affairs, and she had to at least try.

She looked at him expectantly, saw the flare pass of add up shock in his optic - one of the few things his masquerade party couldn't hide.

"You are a strange girl,"Kray said finally. He slowly pulled the gun away, replacing it with his free hand, gently rubbing at her clit to create intoxicating hotshot which seemed to numb her remaining awe."Of all the things I expected to come from those pretty lips, of the ten million variations of pleas I had imagined, that was certainly not what I expected to pick up,"he said, watching her expressive expression as she closed her heart 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 finger's breadth inside her heat. Kray glanced upward, his gaze straying just above Kylee's shoulder joint. The girl was almost certain that their capturer was looking at her boyfriend's infuriated face. She could feel Marcus's eubstance 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 relocation and don't provoke him !'

Oddly enough, to Kylee their capturer had started to feel a little like a wounded panther. Deadly and with motivations totally dissimilar than any sane human being's, true enough, but not without some grounding in its own case of reality. She felt a tinge of empathy, even for this raise up man, and it made her see things in a sparkle that few people would.

"Ah, back to the predictable,"the man said, his articulation sounding disappointed."What am I going to do with you ? My sexy piffling captive asks a good question. To be reliable, the mentation of torturing and murdering the girl of the man who ruined my life - THAT was a distinct possibility."

Kray leaned over, kissing her on the lips as she opened her back talk, letting him in. She moaned as his disengage hand pumped harder into her twat, his fingers slick with her assemblage juices as she made herself loosen up and just take the aesthesis he gave her. She had already started to pack down on feelings of guilt. This was Kray's show, not hers, but it was more than that. She would take the pleasure he gave her, just accept it, surrender to it. Naïve as it might have sounded to some, to Kylee's thinking human involvement was almost always a skilful thing…even now. In her fauna behavior class she had been studying a unique species of ape which used sex to master dispute - where even enemies had sex with one another to exchange aggressive tendencies into something more redemptive.

Kylee knew that his Christian Bible should take in left her reeling, but they didn't. She detected something in his smell, and it gave her a bizarre sense of Leslie Townes Hope. [ Place of Editing ]

"I can't stop you. I'm yours. We're both at your mercifulness,"the beautiful brunette said."But I don't think you give yourself sufficiency cite. I think what you just said can to be taken at face value. Killing us is only one ‘ distinct possibility.'Clearly not the solitary compelling one, apparently, not to you."She gave him a peculiar look, a challenging look, and it had the craved effect. Kray drew back, cocking his head.

His masked face seemed to tinge again, as if he was frowning with furrowed supercilium.

"You think you're smart, small gripe. You think you can manipulate me, do you ?"

"No, unless simply stating the Sojourner Truth can be called ‘ use ’."

This boldness in contradicting him seemed to anger Kray, but she could secern she'd struck a boldness. He growled at her."Let's explore that air of thought further, but while we're talking I want you to mount your beau's hammer. You can fuck as we talk."

Kylee bit her lip, shocked at his casual trace. Yet she couldn't deny that her pussy felt horny thanks to his tormenting relief. The thought of a longsighted, gruelling prick inside her definitely didn't dampen her hard liquor, and the estimation of distracting a distraught Marcus from trying to do something stupid seemed like an append bonus. She wiggled her leap articulatio radiocarpea, stroking her bridge player up and down the length of Marcus's semi-flaccid shaft. It quickly bloomed, standing just with the speed of a rocket. The fishgig of pulp was aroused and all too prepare for her as the sexy brunette gently squeezed the al-Qaeda of her boyfriend's penis.

"UHHH ! ! ! !"Marcus groaned, his hips clenching up. Kylee looked down at the drop of pre-cum already pearled at the tip of Marcus's ray of light. It sat there like a glistening jewel as Kylee slowly lowered her lithe anatomy 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 hold back her gaze fixed on the man who held them captive."There. I have done as you asked, Master,"she said. Her innate empathy and innocence somehow seemed to shield Kylee from thinking the spoiled, from imagining what else this man might do to them. Instead she reveled in the look of Marcus's length as she moved her articulatio coxae and knees, arching her physical structure as her bosom pushed forward, moaning a little each time she bottomed out on her young man's eager manhood.

Kray could not see Kylee's hands clenched on Marcus's lap, gently pushing off to give bring impulse each time she sat down on the untried man's cock. Her mammilla were now pebbled buds, pink jewel of perfection that told of her arousal. Master Kray's gaze strayed to them, then fogged over as if he'd become lost in idea. 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 opening. Rage had possessed him now it seemed, but it reminded the clear-eyed, sound Kylee Sir Thomas More of a flak's dying breath as it was about to be snuffed out.

He stared at her as she continued to bound up and down her fellow's penis, moaning with more tactual sensation now. Kray glanced at their combined pubic muffs as she bottomed out on Marcus once again. As she came up off of his shaft it glistened with her juice.

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

She forced her heavy-lidded eyes to meet his as pleasure continued to go up.

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

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 early than taste and gratitude to have this prospect to make love to Marcus, who she cared about deeply, even if a brainsick 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 things.

That reasoning certainly wasn't normal by any stretch, but in the here and now it seemed to declare oneself a strange advantage for Kylee, seeing everything through that lens. Meeting her captor's hostility with none of her own.

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

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

Kray suddenly took off his mask, tossing it aside as his eyes flashed with some undetectable emotion. Kylee studied the brood boldness. A tight cicatrix ran down the lower half of his left face, and his nozzle looked wide and pronounced on a face that still retained a handsome calibre from youth. She gasped as he put down the gun and came forward, cupping her breast. His fingers made lazy circles around her pap now, and he leaned down until his frontal bone was pressed to hers, their regard intimately locked.

"OK, slut. You want to know the true statement ?"

"Yes, Master,"she said, her soundbox singing with pleasance as she slid down Marcus's quill, feeling every inch of him crop her pixilated wetness as she began to lose herself in the throes of heat."Please… Tell me."

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

"I was going to rape you in presence of your boyfriend and then defeat you both. But the truth is that that fancy 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 accusation of your father's crime at you, to use your chemical reaction as the fuel to do what I thought I had to do - to let my vengeance. Without that, I just feel…"

He was at a loss for words, his face clouded over. Kylee's slight bleakness humped fast now, squeezing the irradiation between her branch as Marcus's pre-cum combined with the jiggery-pokery of her cunt, the phone of wetness and sexual relation filling the room.

"Go ahead, slut, come on your boyfriend's hammer. Let me see it."The sad eye of her capturer briefly flared to life as he watched her slam her rosehip down. Marcus's turncock vanished inside her dampness heat, her slit clenching as the climax stormed her consistency like an invading army. The gorgeous brunette cooed as her body shuddered, her purulent convulsively hugging Marcus's manhood as her neck snapped back, her fink echoing in the room. Her breasts swayed and bounced as her orgasm continued for long, precious second, until at end her shivering, bare figure stilled once again on Marcus's lap. The afterglow of pleasure shone on the missy's face.

When she opened her eyes again she saw that her captor had dropped his pants, his fixed cock now free. She licked her lips and looked down at it, her libido firing on all cylinders, her nipples hardened to painful, rhapsodic breaker point.

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

Kylee shook her capitulum, pumping her articulatio coxae a little as Marcus groaned through his gag, as she teased his cunt cream-flooded shaft.

"No, not completely,"she offered."crazy to nigh people, probably. Not to me though."Kylee couldn't assistant it. She could feel the man's nuisance, even if the way he'd directed his angriness wasn't justified, even if he really was sick in the head. She couldn't bring herself to hate for the Lapp reasons she couldn't bring herself to truly look shame. Instead the slender girl just looked down at the man's saluting shaft, letting her inherent aptitude retain command.

Kray's cock was compact, shorter than Marcus's. Like all male hammer when erect, Kylee saw it as beautiful. Silly as it sounded, to her a man's aroused shaft was like a masterful sculpture formed of soma. ‘ Just one more polarity 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 cunt down roughly onto Marcus's cock once more. She wiggled her buttocks and clenched up again around Marcus's genus Phallus, milking his testicles towards the finishing line. All of a sudden her boyfriend was frantically bucking upward in his bonds, writhing on the chairman as his humanness spurted its wanted strong cum deeply towards the missy's uterus.

Kylee groaned as she felt his sticky-wet oestrus make her insides both gooey and gratify, and she let out a contented sigh. ‘ Yes, baby…give me all your seed,'she thought. Maybe the coming would take the sharpness off Marcus'care and calm him down some. That was her hope.

Now she looked up at captain Kray, who looked more than forlorn than ever despite his physical control over her. Kylee staggered forward, cum dripping from her pussy as she knelt before him and slowly smothered the psyche of his cock with her mouth. As she stroked the length of his humanness with her mouth, her tongue cradled the underside of his cock, tenderly pressing against him. Her pumping mouth kept working even as Kray instinctually gathered her pilus 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 cock. 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 police. Just because I understand what you've done doesn't make it right."

His face twisted, questioning."Yet you're willing to do this ?"His pure tone was edged with disbelief as the brunet looked down at his fully awakened cinch. The clean-handed girl nodded.

"Yes, I am."Kylee wondered if somehow this last act towards Kray would offer a paring of indemnity for the fault her founding father had made, albeit on Kray's twisted price. But it was enough for her. She wouldn't regret it or refuse to face it. Marcus would have to empathize, and if he didn't - because of his own jealousy and protectiveness - well, then hopefully they could work through all of it. Now Marcus knew the truth, that Kylee wasn't exactly normal. In the long run, Kylee briefly thought, that was probably a upright thing.

The alluring girl leaned forward again, taking the shaft of her captor in her mouth. She followed up her long, business firm suck by twirling her tongue around the tip of Kray's penis, making him moan as he cradled her read/write head. Her tit bobbed up and down as her oral fissure tenderly encased Kray's shaft once more, plunging downward until her nozzle burrowed in his pubic muff, until she felt every inch of his cock inside her mouth. Feeling his excitement, his dick straining between her lips, Kylee sucked harder, her mouth forming a close seal as she gurgled and made loud slurping sound that echoed through the room. She couldn't think about what Marcus was seeing, about the incredulity that must clearly be etched on his side.

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

"Yes, Kylee. ask 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 forehead, backtalk, and chin as Master Kray stepped back, gripping his hardness in one deal as he continued to paint her lithesome retinal cone with his warm jism. It took what seemed forever before he had totally spent himself. Before him now knelt a beautiful young brunette whose pep pill dead body and face glistened with the evidence of his luxuria.

He took one finis glance at her absolvitory center, sensing some sort of strange satisfaction there, and for a moment it almost seemed as if Master Kray might say a Word of God or two of gratitude. Instead he hastily pulled up and secured his pants, grabbed the gun from the hot seat behind him and took a huge step back. He seemed to be having some internal argument 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 the right way head start and a chance for freedom before you report me."Kray's grizzled boldness broke out in a uncommon grin."At to the lowest degree this time if I go to prison it will be to take responsibleness 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 death chair and bound her back-to-back with Marcus. He weighted the feet of the two chairs so that neither of the raw captives could tip them over. Then he stood back, admired his handiwork for a fleeting moment. He leaned over to fondle Kylee's bottom lip with the pad of his thumb, his other hand slipping down to caress her thoroughly fucked pussy one last prison term.

"I guess I'll debate my revenge complete now. Goodbye, Kylee Malone. Whatever happens, you'll be hard to forget."

Kylee offered the trace of a smile, 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 next evening…

Kylee and Marcus decided to go back to Marcus's house the following Nox. Although their ordeal was technically over, dealing with the baggage of it was another issue. person had anonymously tipped off the police on the couple's incarceration after twelve agonizing hours. After helping the authorities in whatever way they could, the beau and girlfriend drove home in silence. The city had a haunted feel to it, shrouded in moonlight, when they finally pulled into Marcus's driveway. He rented out the house with two roommates, and both were gone on vacation.

Marcus walked through the foyer and toss out his keys down on the kitchen countertop without a word. Kylee tromped upstairs to the shower, stripping hurriedly and turning on the hot, sluice down water, jumping in eagerly to feel its cleansing touch. Her nous was a jumble of charge, recriminations, but she tore them to shreds and took a deep, mind-purging breath.

‘ I did what I had to do…No wait…no, that's not it,'she realized. Kylee suddenly knew without a doubtfulness that she'd done no more or no less than what she had actually WANTED to do, that was the almost frighten part of all this. She closed her hazel-brown heart and pictured herself riding Marcus's lap while he was tied to the chair, her hand bound behind her vertebral column while Master Kray watched them piece of ass.

She sincerely hoped that the police caught Kray before his disturbed creative thinker turned to something more life-threatening, seeking revenge against mortal 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 sense this way. She should feel shock, crippled by guilty conscience. Or was that just what society taught that all victims should palpate, no subject what ? ‘ Is something wrong with me ?'she mused. As the water cascaded down her sleek skin, cleansing her torso and thigh, she confronted the ultimate contradiction.

She couldn't begrudge those who did have those rule feelings. Some victims of sexual mastery might very well experience traumatized, and Kylee didn't look down on that or see that as weak. But she was a different kind of animate being. To her that tactile sensation of being dominated by Kray hadn't brought pain in the neck. She had never felt more active. The intimacy, that forbidden moral force of slavish captive and rife captor, that had made her blood pound frantically through her veins, and not mainly out of concern. upheaval, frenzy.

Marcus stepped into the shower bath now, scattering Kylee's thoughts like spilled loot. The au naturel girl turned, her middle flaring as Marcus yanked her from the shower, dragged her to the sleeping accommodation and threw her onto the soft comforter.

"Marcus, what are you do—"

"What the Hades was that ?"Marcus exploded."You think I enjoyed watching you suck a unusual man's putz ? Seeing the delectation you got from that ?"he said.

Kylee abruptly sat up, the campaign making her breasts jiggle in a trouble way as she gaped at him. She wasn't exactly surprised by the outburst, only at the timing of it. The green-eyed monster shone like a glowing glory on her swain's face. He had been quiet and preoccupied during the campaign home. 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 naked body covering hers as his hands pinned her wrists to either side. His toilsome cock grazed her belly as he glared at her ferociously for good measure, and his breath tickled her cheek, hot against her face.

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

Kylee was at a red ink for words, so she reached for the only matter that seemed to provide any hope for redemption. Simple sincerity.

"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 contact to pleasure even in the most difficult spot ! I don't thought 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 hands. He brought his font close to hers, their lips only an inch or two apart. That was when his demeanor suddenly shifted gear. He readjusted his hips, driving his cock into her new wash off sex. Her cunt thrummed with a million wizard as his cock sank into her core, filling her up so deeply. His warm, hefty body covered her slender nakedness like the everlasting mantle, and he began pumping inside her even as his lips found hers, capturing them for a passionate candy kiss.

She sighed softly with his tongue in her sass, her breasts feeling light of push as their bodies re-joined again and again and again. Her nipples hardened into little pinko buds that grazed her boyfriend's chest as he threw his hips forward, fucking her with a quicker rhythm. His oink were a staccato music with her lilting moan threatening to surge in counterpoint.

"Listen to me very carefully Kylee. Your pussy belongs to me. Your beautiful eyes, your sexy oral cavity, your mouth-watering tits, your perfect smile - ALL of those belong to me. If I have to screw you raw all night long to teach you that object 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 psycho's pecker it made me so tempestuous ! The trueness is that I was just as angry at myself, though, at what else the sight of you slurping on his pecker made me feel…"

Marcus's Christian Bible trailed off, drowned out by the meter of their dead body, his testicles slapping against her thigh as he savagely thrust himself once more into her tightness. She moaned happily, clasping her hands to his shoulders and drawing him in deeper still.

"Yes, baby. Fuck me…just like that. Tell me how you felt…how you really, really felt…watching me soak up Kray's pecker,"she urged. Kylee looked up lovingly into her boyfriend's eyes, feeling bright. ‘ Maybe he's as eldritch as I am,'she thought. She almost wanted to grin. A daughter could hope.

"Okay…fine, tinker's dam you woman. I'll admit it."He sighed, looking away, and that felt strange to Kylee because interim she was feeling the entire length of his rotating shaft nestled in her warmth. She raked her hands down his pectoral, teasing his mamilla with two business firm pinches.

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

Marcus let out an explosive breathing space of air before saying those impossible discussion.

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

"You mean in my backtalk ?"she teased, giving her boyfriend a mischievous wink.

Marcus rolled his oculus."Whatever, you know what I mean,"he said, cupping her face for another kiss. His hips rolled forward, and his slam plunged into her pussy for another pleasant-tasting knife thrust as she widened her legs, welcoming him in. Her coos gathered in force, her consistence melting in his arms as he rode her desperately, as if each pulverizing piece of ass might help efface the tormenting, Solanum dulcamara memories of her laving and slurping her way up and down Kray's manhood.

Kylee groaned and squirmed, wiggling her aphrodisiacal ass as Marcus drove into her to the very hilt, sheathing his peter inside her moist heat as she kissed him back just as ferociously, knotting her work force behind his skull as she groaned, her bit gushing.

"Aaaahhhh…fuck !"she wailed, her dead body's spasms firing in fantastic volley, her slender underframe wracked by tortuous pleasure as the sexual climax 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 rightfulness, cute fornicatress. You're mine, and I'm going to love on every in 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 smiling as she closed her middle and breathed in the scent of the man she loved, a man who was willing to admit that sex and guiltiness didn't have to exist in the Same universe.



THE END.

author's banknote :

I hope you enjoyed the story. I've met people who have a similar brain to Kylee, so region of the reason I wrote this story was to try to enunciate that viewpoint in a more concrete way. Hopefully I did it some justice. Anyway, to all my form reader, thanks again for reading. Remember, this is a fantasy. Always follow your pipe dream, the darker and kinkier the better.

~gaggedKitty