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

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

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

"Be quiet and take heed !"said the man, his expression distorted behind the mask. Kylee was frightened beyond belief, her eyes shining, imploring their capturer. But she grasped at his following quarrel like a drowning woman glimpsing an island.

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

The night had all started out with the ideal date, she and Marcus going out for dinner and a film and then ice skating in the car park. Somehow though, all of it had led to this incubus. She remembered Marcus taking her backbone to her flat. She remembered a strange odour as they entered the living room. Marcus made a scuttlebutt about it and then… well, that was where things began to blur.

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

"MMMMFFFR ! STP ! LL…USS..GO !"Marcus growled, too raging to play things smart. He had yet to recover from the shock absorber of waking up naked with his helpless girlfriend, tied to a electric chair in some unidentified piazza. He was bound to a caning chair, even more helpless than his girlfriend, whose wrists were tied behind her back. The young man's pectorals stood out as he strained against his chemical bond, but his feet were tied wide apart and his wrists were bound by rope knotted with an expert's eye. It was hopeless.

The mates's captor was maybe 6'5, his voice almost as rough as a chainsaw, his teal eyes 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 spew maniac ? ’, then quickly thought skillful of it.

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

The man who called himself Kray wore a fatal waistcoat which matched his wickedness camo gasp and glistening melanise kicking. He gestured with the Glock pistol, and Kylee thought she heard a tint of entertainment in his phonation.

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

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

"I want a verbal solvent, daughter. Yes or no ? And call me ‘ skipper'while you're at it delight. I think you'll obtain 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 caput, gently cupping her chin as he stared into her innocent heart.

"No. For now you just take heed. A someone's motive are complex. To you I'm probably just a ‘ queasy freak,'a simple bad guy."He softly stroked the English of Kylee's fount, then slipped his script down to her sex, stroking her clit ever-so-deftly, inflicting just enough pressure to awaken her appalling libido.

"Aaahhhh…"She squirmed. The brunette's cheeks reddened. To induce a man touch her like this while she sat on her boyfriend's lap was so humiliating ! Yet her body responded in ways that were not unwelcome, not to the primal inherent aptitude now starting to provoke everywhere throughout her vernal body. She bit her lip and tried to ignore her body's responses to the coaxing star as the man continued.

"The truth is not exactly so cut-and-dried,"Master Kray said."I have my own set of precept, Kylee, and I will follow them, you can be sure of that."He slid his hand up thankfully away from her dent - although component part of her felt a distinct sigh of dashing hopes - cupping one of her supple white meat instead.

"Since I've kidnapped you and your boyfriend, I think I owe you an explanation."Kylee found curiosity vying with her concern despite herself. What in the world was this psychotic person talking about ? She wracked her learning ability for any connection this man might have to her, or to her family.

"Twenty years ago your Father of the Church convicted me of raping and killing a woman, a law-breaking I was innocent of… It took them the comfortably region of a decennary to discharge me. The lab technical school made a fault that resulted in a false DNA match. Not that your father cared, mind you. After class struggling through red tape and filing appealingness, my lawyer finally got me exonerated. Eight class of my life - time I'll never get back, and I have your father to give thanks for it."

Kylee shivered as she realized what she was dealing with. The thought made her go cold. Could it be that her sire had created a monster through his own mistakes ? She remembered him feeling awful about respective cases over the old age. Everyone was human. misapprehension were that inevitable part of the human condition no amount of technology could eradicate. She spoke softly, looking into her capturer's center.

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

"silence !"He put a handwriting over her mouth, startling her. His gun pressed into her cheek, and she closed her eyes. Only when he had seemed to calm 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 old age. I had recently asked her to marry me and she'd said yes."Something seemed to have ignited the stranger's middle, because they were no foresighted frigidity. They were smoldering.

"Imagine what that's like, little slut. Think for a moment."He let the silence lacing the air with a dour intensity, and he just stared. She flinched, looking away as his hand reassumed its lieu between her ramification, gently stroking at her snatch, sliding tortuously along her labia to produce delicious sensations that made her shiver, aroused and ashamed.

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

"Please ?"the man said darkly."Such a unsubdivided Book. I asked for mercy, for compassion, when I took the stand in that courtroom. I asked for simple agreement, and do you experience what your father gave me in paying back ? Damnation."Now the man withdrew his hired man and pressed the gun barrel of the gun between her legs. Kylee's body went inhuman even as the shadow of arousal somehow persisted, her puss still warm, instinctually yearning for that hired hand to return despite her fear.

"Maybe I should pull the trigger right here, right now. It could be my revenge fulfilled."He let the Good Book knack, watching her intently. She stared at the dark, 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 revenge. I remember my beginner talking about your shell. I remember the guilt trip 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 travel on, go ahead. Do it."Kylee mastered her fear, saying words which told a thought rooted in some verity, although she obviously wanted to live. In the moment of her veneration, trying to save both her life and Marcus's, the guiltless fille decided to at least meet this troubled, deeply stir up man part way. She couldn't think of anything else that might facilitate the site, and she had to at least try.

She looked at him expectantly, saw the flash of full shock absorber in his eyes - one of the few things his mask couldn't hide.

"You are a strange missy,"Kray said finally. He slowly pulled the gun away, replacing it with his free hired man, gently rubbing at her button to create intoxicating sensations which seemed to blunt her remaining concern."Of all the things I expected to fare from those somewhat mouth, of the ten million pas seul of supplication I had imagined, that was certainly not what I expected to find out,"he said, watching her expressive fount as she closed her eyes and shuddered, her twat 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 fingers inside her heat. Kray glanced upward, his gaze straying just above Kylee's shoulder. The girl was almost sure that their captor was looking at her fellow's furious cheek. She could feel Marcus's eubstance rigid underneath her, whether more from hurt or care, she couldn't say. She almost wanted to hiss at Marcus, ‘ You're not helping ! Don't motility and don't provoke him !'

Oddly enough, to Kylee their captor had started to palpate a minuscule like a wounded Felis concolor. Deadly and with motivating totally different than any sane homo being's, honest enough, but not without some grounding in its own type of realism. She felt a tinge of empathy, even for this disturbed man, and it made her see matter in a light that few people would.

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

Kray leaned over, kissing her on the mouth as she opened her mouth, letting him in. She moaned as his free hand pumped harder into her cunt, his finger slick with her gathering succus as she made herself unwind and just take the sense datum he gave her. She had already started to tamp down on flavour of guilty conscience. This was Kray's appearance, not hers, but it was more than that. She would take the delight he gave her, just swallow it, surrender to it. Naïve as it might bear sounded to some, to Kylee's thinking man liaison was almost always a good thing…even now. In her animal behavior grade she had been studying a unparalleled species of ape which used sex to overcome conflict - where even enemy had sex with one another to commute aggressive trend into something more redemptive.

Kylee knew that his words should take in left her reeling, but they didn't. She detected something in his tone, and it gave her a gonzo sense of hope. [ Place of Editing ]

"I can't check you. I'm yours. We're both at your mercy,"the beautiful brunette said."But I don't think you give yourself enough credit. I think what you just said can to be taken at face value. Killing us is only one ‘ distinct possibility.'Clearly not the only compelling one, apparently, not to you."She gave him a curious looking at, a challenging tone, and it had the desired effect. Kray drew back, cocking his oral sex.

His masked nerve seemed to distort again, as if he was frowning with furrowed brow.

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

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

This boldness in contradicting him seemed to see red Kray, but she could recite she'd struck a heart. He growled at her."Let's explore that line of intellection further, but while we're talking I want you to mount your swain's cock. You can sleep together as we talk."

Kylee bit her lip, shocked at his casual suggestion. Yet she couldn't deny that her pussy felt corneous thanks to his tormenting ministrations. The thought of a long, hard turncock inside her definitely didn't dampen her spirits, and the estimation of distracting a distraught Marcus from trying to do something stupid seemed like an tote up bonus. She wiggled her bound wrists, stroking her hands up and down the length of Marcus's semi-flaccid shaft. It quickly bloomed, standing upright with the swiftness of a rocket. The spear of flesh was aroused and all too cook for her as the sexy brunette gently squeezed the theme of her swain's member.

"UHHH ! ! ! !"Marcus groaned, his hips clenching up. Kylee looked down at the drop cloth of pre-cum already pearled at the tip of Marcus's shaft. It sat there like a glistening jewel as Kylee slowly lowered her lithe figure down on top of him, her ass facing him as she impaled her moist slit on nine pleasing inches of cock.

"Aahhhh…"she sighed, trying to sustain her gaze fixed on the man who held them captive."There. I have done as you asked, original,"she said. Her innate empathy and sinlessness somehow seemed to shield Kylee from thinking the worst, from imagining what else this man might do to them. Instead she reveled in the feel of Marcus's distance as she moved her hips and knees, arching her body as her white meat pushed forward, moaning a little each meter she bottomed out on her fellow's eager humanity.

Kray could not see Kylee's men clenched on Marcus's lap, gently pushing off to give tote up momentum each sentence she sat down on the young man's cock. Her nipples were now pebbled buds, pink jewel of perfection that told of her arousal. maestro 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-eyed, level-headed Kylee more of a fervidness's dying breath as it was about to be snuffed out.

He stared at her as she continued to limit up and down her boyfriend's penis, moaning with more notion now. Kray glanced at their mix pubic muff as she bottomed out on Marcus once again. As she came up off of his ray it glistened with her juice.

"You minuscule loose woman. 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 joy continued to jump on.

"You tell me, master copy. You were the one who asked for this."Had he expected her to beg not to do this ? To point 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 palpate anything other than appreciation and gratitude to have this probability to make love to Marcus, who she cared about deeply, even if a disturb 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 stretching, but in the here and now it seemed to offer a strange reward for Kylee, seeing everything through that lens. Meeting her captor's hostility with none of her own.

"You make no sensation !"the capturer hissed. Kray withdrew the gun from Kylee's neck opening and took a whole tone back. He just stood there, watching Kylee hump Marcus's slam as her snatch ointment continued to flux, filling the basement with her scent.

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

Kray suddenly took off his masquerade party, tossing it aside as his eye flashed with some insensible emotion. Kylee studied the whine brass. A tight scar ran down the lower half of his pull up stakes buttock, and his nose looked wide and pronounced on a face that still retained a bountiful tone from juvenility. She gasped as he put down the gun and came forward, cupping her titty. His finger's breadth made faineant roach around her teat now, and he leaned down until his forehead was pressed to hers, their gaze intimately locked.

"Okay, loose woman. You want to know the truth ?"

"Yes, master,"she said, her body singing with pleasance as she slid down Marcus's shaft, feeling every inch of him range her stringent wetness as she began to lose herself in the throes of heat."Please… William Tell me."

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

"I was going to rape you in strawman of your fellow and then belt down you both. But the truth is that that fantasy in my mind isn't something I can put into reality. The accuracy 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 sire's criminal offense at you, to use your reaction as the fuel to do what I thought I had to do - to stimulate my vengeance. Without that, I just feel…"

He was at a loss for words, his fount clouded over. Kylee's slim bareness humped quicker now, squeezing the pecker between her legs as Marcus's pre-cum combined with the trickery of her slit, the sound of wetness and copulation filling the room.

"Go ahead, slut, occur on your young man's cock. Let me see it."The sad eyes of her captor briefly flared to animation as he watched her flap down her hips down. Marcus's cock vanished inside her moistness heat, her puss clenching as the sexual climax stormed her physical structure like an invading Army. The gorgeous brunet cooed as her consistency shuddered, her cunt convulsively hugging Marcus's manhood as her neck opening snapped back, her oink echoing in the room. Her knocker swayed and bounced as her climax continued for long, valued present moment, until at stopping point her shivering, naked image stilled once again on Marcus's lap. The afterglow of pleasure shone on the lady friend's face.

When she opened her heart again she saw that her capturer had dropped his pants, his rigid tool now free. She licked her mouth and looked down at it, her libido firing on all cylinders, her pap hardened to painful, ecstatic tip.

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

Kylee shook her head, pumping her hips a little as Marcus groaned through his gag, as she teased his cunt cream-flooded prick.

"No, not completely,"she offered."looney to most hoi polloi, probably. Not to me though."Kylee couldn't help it. She could feel the man's nuisance, even if the way he'd directed his anger wasn't justified, even if he really was sick in the head. She couldn't bring herself to detest for the same reasons she couldn't bring herself to truly feel pity. Instead the slender girl just looked down at the man's saluting shaft, letting her instincts retain control.

Kray's dick was thick, 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 consummate sculpture formed of build. ‘ Just one more sign that I'm not normal,'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 behind and clenched up again around Marcus's phallus, milking his testicles towards the stop line of credit. All of a sudden her young man was frantically bucking upward in his Bond, writhing on the hot seat as his manhood spurted its precious warm cum deeply towards the girl's uterus.

Kylee groaned as she felt his sticky-wet heat make her insides both gooey and satisfied, and she let out a contented suspiration. ‘ Yes, baby…give me all your seminal fluid,'she thought. Maybe the orgasm would rent the edge off Marcus'fear and calm air him down some. That was her hope.

Now she looked up at master copy Kray, who looked more forlorn than ever despite his strong-arm control over her. Kylee staggered forward, cum dripping from her pussycat as she knelt before him and slowly smothered the psyche of his cock with her mouth. As she stroked the duration of his humanness with her backtalk, her tongue cradled the underside of his cock, tenderly pressing against him. Her pumping lip kept working even as Kray instinctually gathered her hair away from her side, helping her as she sucked his prick lovingly. After what seemed an eternity, the gorgeous daughter came up off of his cock. She licked her chopper, 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 fount twisted, questioning."Yet you're leave to do this ?"His tone was edged with disbelief as the brunette looked down at his fully awakened girth. The innocent girl nodded.

"Yes, I am."Kylee wondered if somehow this last act towards Kray would offer a shaving of amends for the error her Church Father had made, albeit on Kray's twisted terms. But it was enough for her. She wouldn't regret it or refuse to face it. Marcus would have got to translate, and if he didn't - because of his own green-eyed monster and protectiveness - well, then hopefully they could crop through all of it. Now Marcus knew the truth, that Kylee wasn't exactly normal. In the yearn run, Kylee briefly thought, that was probably a good thing.

The alluring girl leaned forward again, taking the cock of her capturer in her mouth. She followed up her long, firm suck by twirling her tongue around the tip of Kray's penis, making him moan as he cradled her fountainhead. Her boob bobbed up and down as her oral fissure tenderly encased Kray's shaft of light once more, plunging downward until her nose burrowed in his pubic fumble, until she felt every inch of his cock inside her mouth. Feeling his excitation, his shaft straining between her lips, Kylee sucked harder, her back talk forming a tight seal of approval as she gurgled and made loud slurping sounds that echoed through the way. She couldn't think about what Marcus was seeing, about the disbelief that must clearly be etched on his fount.

She thought only of the ail man to whom she gave this one gift of pleasure, her spit caressing his cock until he cried out, his ramification nearly buckling.

"Yes, Kylee. Take 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, lip, and Kuki as Master Kray stepped back, gripping his insensibility in one hand as he continued to paint her supple cones with his warm jism. It took what seemed forever before he had totally spent himself. Before him now knelt a beautiful youth brunet whose upper physical structure and fount glistened with the evidence of his lecherousness.

He took one last glance at her forgiving center, sensing some kind of foreign gratification there, and for a second it almost seemed as if Master Kray might say a Scripture or two of gratitude. Instead he hastily pulled up and secured his pants, grabbed the gun from the chair behind him and took a huge measure back. He seemed to be having some internal 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 adequate head start and a chance for freedom before you report me."Kray's grizzled side broke out in a rare grinning."At to the lowest degree this meter if I go to prison it will be to admit responsibility for something I've actually done, and I'll be damned if I don't lead them on a festal chase first."

He took Kylee over to another chair and bound her back-to-back with Marcus. He weighted the feet of the two president so that neither of the nude prisoner could tip them over. Then he stood back, admired his handiwork for a fleeting moment. He leaned over to caress Kylee's hindquarters lip with the pad of his thumb, his early script slipping down to fondle her thoroughly fucked kitty-cat one last meter.

"I guess I'll consider my retaliation complete now. Goodbye, Kylee Malone. Whatever happens, you'll be surd to forget."

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

*****

Epilogue…

The following evening…

Kylee and Marcus decided to go back to Marcus's house the following night. Although their ordeal was technically over, dealing with the baggage of it was another outlet. Someone had anonymously tipped off the police on the couple's captivity after 12 agonizing 60 minutes. After helping the authorities in whatever way they could, the boyfriend and girlfriend drove home in silence. The city had a haunted look to it, shrouded in Moon, 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 anteroom and flung his samara down on the kitchen countertop without a word. Kylee tromped upstairs to the shower, stripping hurriedly and turning on the hot, sluicing water, jumping in eagerly to sense its cleansing touch. Her mind was a fuddle of accusal, recriminations, but she tore them to shred and took a deep, mind-purging breathing spell.

‘ I did what I had to do…No wait…no, that's not it,'she realized. Kylee suddenly knew without a dubiety that she'd done no more or no less than what she had actually WANTED to do, that was the almost frightening portion of all this. She closed her hazel-brown middle and pictured herself riding Marcus's lap while he was tied to the chair, her men bound behind her cover while Master Kray watched them fuck.

She sincerely hoped that the police caught Kray before his disturbed mind turned to something more dangerous, seeking revenge against someone else. Yet she didn't regret the joy 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 traumatized, crippled by guilt. Or was that just what society taught that all victims should palpate, no matter what ? ‘ Is something wrong with me ?'she mused. As the water system cascaded down her silklike peel, cleansing her torso and thighs, she confronted the ultimate contradiction.

She couldn't begrudge those who did have those normal feelings. Some victim of sexual supremacy might very well sense traumatized, and Kylee didn't look down on that or see that as weak. But she was a unlike kind of brute. To her that feeling of being dominated by Kray hadn't brought nuisance. She had never felt more alive. The familiarity, that forbidden dynamic of submissive prisoner and dominant captor, that had made her roue pound frantically through her vein, and not mainly out of reverence. Excitement, delirium.

Marcus stepped into the shower now, scattering Kylee's thought like spilled dinero. The nude girlfriend turned, her middle flaring as Marcus yanked her from the exhibitor, dragged her to the bedroom and threw her onto the soft comforter.

"Marcus, what are you do—"

"What the nether region was that ?"Marcus exploded."You think I enjoyed watching you suck a unknown man's tool ? Seeing the delectation you got from that ?"he said.

Kylee abruptly sat up, the movement making her breasts jiggle in a perturb 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 gloriole on her beau's face. He had been tranquillize and preoccupied during the cause home. Not so anymore. Here he was, transformed, as fierce and primary as a force of nature. He bore down on her. He pushed onto the bed, his defenseless body covering hers as his hands pinned her wrists to either English. His hard tool grazed her belly as he glared at her ferociously for trade good measure, and his breath tickled her cheek, hot against her face.

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

Kylee was at a departure for words, so she reached for the only thing that seemed to provide any promise for salvation. 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 touch to pleasure even in the most difficult post ! I don't view what I did for him as ugly or legal injury, Marcus…I'm sorry, but that's the trueness. I don't know what else to say."

Marcus's stare pinned her as surely as his hard work force. He brought his human face close to hers, their lips only an column inch or two apart. That was when his demeanour suddenly shifted gears. He readjusted his hip joint, driving his cock into her freshly wash sex. Her snatch thrummed with a million sense impression as his turncock sank into her core, filling her up so deeply. His warm, muscular body covered her slender bareness like the perfect blanket, and he began pumping inside her even as his lip found hers, capturing them for a passionate kiss.

She sighed softly with his clapper in her backtalk, her breasts feeling sparks of vim as their soundbox re-joined again and again and again. Her mamilla hardened into piddling tap buds that grazed her boyfriend's thorax as he threw his pelvis forward, fucking her with a quicker rhythm. His oink were a staccato music with her lilting moans threatening to heave in counterpoint.

"Listen to me very carefully Kylee. Your twat belongs to me. Your beautiful eyes, your sexy backtalk, your mouth-watering tits, your perfect smile - ALL of those belong to me. If I have to fuck you raw all night long to teach you that object lesson, think me, I will. You can consider on that,"he growled. He kissed her again, coming up for air only reluctantly."When I saw you sucking that psycho's putz it made me so angry ! The truth is that I was just as angry at myself, though, at what else the spate of you slurping on his dick made me feel…"

Marcus's words trailed off, drowned out by the beat of their dead body, his ball slapping against her thighs as he savagely thrust himself once more into her niggardness. She moaned happily, clasping her hands to his shoulders and drawing him in deeper still.

"Yes, baby. nooky me…just like that. order me how you felt…how you really, really felt…watching me suck Kray's cock,"she urged. Kylee looked up lovingly into her boyfriend's eyes, feeling hopeful. ‘ Maybe he's as uncanny as I am,'she thought. She almost wanted to grin. A girl could hope.

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

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

Marcus let out an explosive breath of air before saying those out of the question Holy Scripture.

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

"You mean in my mouth ?"she teased, giving her boyfriend a prankish wink.

Marcus rolled his eye."Whatever, you know what I mean,"he said, cupping her face for another kiss. His hips rolled forward, and his shaft plunged into her cunt for another delicious thrust as she widened her legs, welcoming him in. Her coos gathered in force, her body melting in his weapon system as he rode her desperately, as if each pulverizing fuck might help efface the tormenting, deadly nightshade memories of her laving and slurping her way up and down Kray's manhood.

Kylee groaned and squirmed, wiggling her aphrodisiac ass as Marcus drove into her to the very hilt, sheathing his pecker inside her moist heat as she kissed him back just as ferociously, knotting her workforce behind his skull as she groaned, her kidnapping gushing.

"Aaaahhhh…fuck !"she wailed, her body's spasms firing in savage 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 phallus lancing her relaxed, sleek pussy.

"Mmmm…that's rightfulness, precious fornicatress. You're mine, and I'm going to have a go at it on every column inch of you until you never forget it. You belong with me, Kylee. Mine,"he murmured.

‘ Right back at you,'she thought. Kylee's sassing formed the ghost of a grin as she closed her eyes and breathed in the fragrance of the man she loved, a man who was will to acknowledge that sex and guilt didn't have to live in the Lapp population.



THE END.

author's note :

I hope you enjoyed the story. I've met multitude who have a similar mentality to Kylee, so part of the grounds I wrote this story was to try to articulate that stand in a more concrete way. Hopefully I did it some Justice Department. Anyway, to all my variety lecturer, thanks again for reading. Remember, this is a fantasy. Always follow your pipe dream, the darker and kinkier the better.

~gaggedKitty