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

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A tall, slender brunet just past her 19th natal day sat naked and staring at the bbl of a gun.

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

"Be calm down and listen !"said the man, his face distorted behind the mask. Kylee was frightened beyond belief, her eyes shining, imploring their captor. But she grasped at his next words 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 party and a movie and then ice skating in the car park. Somehow though, all of it had led to this nightmare. She remembered Marcus taking her back to her apartment. She remembered a unknown odour as they entered the life room. Marcus made a comment about it and then… well, that was where affair began to blur.

Back 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 alien man.

"MMMMFFFR ! STP ! LL…USS..GO !"Marcus growled, too angry to play things smart. He had yet to recover from the shock of waking up naked with his incapacitated girlfriend, tied to a chair in some unidentified place. He was bound to a wicker hot seat, even more helpless than his girlfriend, whose carpus were tied behind her back. The young man's pectorals stood out as he strained against his bonds, but his metrical foot were tied all-encompassing apart and his wrists were bound by ropes knotted with an expert's eye. It was hopeless.

The duo's captor was maybe 6'5, his voice almost as approximative as a chainsaw, his blue-green 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 sick maniac ? ’, then quickly thought good of it.

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

The man who called himself Kray wore a black vest which matched his blue camouflage knickers and shiny Negroid boots. He gestured with the Glock shooting iron, and Kylee thought she heard a tint of amusement in his voice.

"Next time when I ask a question, I expect a childlike 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 microseism of discomfort, startling her as she shifted uneasily and groaned.

"I want a verbal response, fille. Yes or no ? And anticipate me ‘ passkey'while you're at it please. I think you'll detect my account 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 query now ?"

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

"No. For now you just take heed. A person's motivation are complex. To you I'm probably just a ‘ sick monster,'a simple bad guy."He softly stroked the incline of Kylee's face, then slipped his hand down to her sex, stroking her clit ever-so-deftly, inflicting just enough pressure to wake her appalling libido.

"Aaahhhh…"She squirmed. The brunette's cheeks reddened. To suffer a man touch her like this while she sat on her boyfriend's lap was so humbling ! Yet her consistency responded in path that were not unwelcome, not to the primordial instincts now starting to fire everywhere throughout her untried organic structure. She bit her lip and tried to snub her body's responses to the coaxing genius as the man continued.

"The accuracy is not exactly so cut-and-dried,"Master Kray said."I have my own set of principles, Kylee, and I will stick with them, you can be certain of that."He slid his hand up thankfully away from her scratch - although share of her felt a distinct sigh of letdown - cupping one of her lithesome 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 world was this psycho talking about ? She wracked her brain for any connection this man might have to her, or to her family.

"Twenty years ago your father convicted me of raping and killing a cleaning woman, a crime I was barren of… It took them the better persona of a decade to exonerate me. The lab techs made a mistake that resulted in a treasonably DNA friction match. Not that your founding father cared, psyche you. After class struggling through red tape and filing appealingness, my lawyer finally got me exonerated. Eight years of my life - time I'll never get back, and I have your beginner to thank for it."

Kylee shivered as she realized what she was dealing with. The thought made her go cold. Could it be that her Father had created a monster through his own mistake ? She remembered him feeling awful about several cases over the geezerhood. Everyone was homo. misunderstanding were that inevitable part of the human circumstance no amount of technology could eliminate. She spoke softly, looking into her captor's centre.

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

"Silence !"He put a hand over her lip, startling her. His gun pressed into her cheek, and she closed her middle. Only when he had seemed to calm down and engage the gun away did she dare to spread out them again.

"The woman I was accused of murdering was someone I loved. We had been together for 3 years. I had recently asked her to marry me and she'd said yes."Something seemed to have ignited the stranger's oculus, because they were no retentive common cold. They were smoldering.

"Imagine what that's like, minuscule jade. Think for a moment."He let the muteness lace the air with a forbidding intensity, and he just stared. She flinched, looking away as his mitt reassumed its office between her pegleg, gently stroking at her twat, sliding tortuously along her labia to create delicious sensations that made her frisson, aroused and ashamed.

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

"Please ?"the man said darkly."Such a simple countersign. I asked for clemency, for compassion, when I took the outdoor stage in that courtroom. I asked for simple apprehension, and do you have sex what your father gave me in return ? Damnation."Now the man withdrew his bridge player and pressed the barrelful of the gun between her peg. Kylee's torso went moth-eaten even as the tincture of rousing somehow hold on, her puss still warm, instinctually yearning for that handwriting to return despite her fear.

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

"Do it, then. sustain your revenge. I remember my father talking about your subject. 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 animation. I get that. If this is what you need to do to affect on, go ahead. Do it."Kylee mastered her fear, saying quarrel which told a opinion rooted in some accuracy, although she obviously wanted to experience. In the consequence of her fearfulness, trying to carry through both her life and Marcus's, the unacquainted girl decided to at to the lowest degree touch this put out, deeply disturbed man part way. She couldn't think of anything else that might aid the situation, and she had to at least try.

She looked at him expectantly, saw the flare of amount jolt in his eyes - one of the few matter his masquerade couldn't hide.

"You are a unknown missy,"Kray said finally. He slowly pulled the gun away, replacing it with his free hand, gently rubbing at her clitoris to create intoxicating superstar which seemed to numb her remaining fear."Of all the affair I expected to descend from those pretty back talk, 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 eye and shuddered, her pussy responding to the enticing caresses.

"What…what are you going to do with us ?"She groaned a trivial as he worked her snatch more insistently, gently pumping his fingers inside her heating plant. Kray glanced upward, his gaze straying just above Kylee's shoulder. The girl was almost certain that their captor was looking at her boyfriend's wild expression. She could feel Marcus's organic structure rigid underneath her, whether more from anguish or fearfulness, she couldn't say. She almost wanted to hiss at Marcus, ‘ You're not helping ! Don't movement and don't provoke him !'

Oddly enough, to Kylee their captor had started to feel a trivial like a spite cougar. Deadly and with motivations totally unlike than any sane man being's, truthful enough, but not without some grounding in its own type of realism. She felt a tinge of empathy, even for this demented man, and it made her see things in a lighter that few hoi polloi 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 fair, the thought of torturing and murdering the girl of the man who ruined my living - THAT was a distinct possibility."

Kray leaned over, kissing her on the brim as she opened her mouth, letting him in. She moaned as his free script pumped harder into her cunt, his fingers slick with her assemblage juices as she made herself make relaxed and just take the sensations he gave her. She had already started to tamp down on feelings of guilt. This was Kray's appearance, not hers, but it was more than that. She would pack the pleasure he gave her, just accept it, surrender to it. Naïve as it might experience sounded to some, to Kylee's thinking human intimacy was almost always a good thing…even now. In her animal behavior class she had been studying a unique metal money of ape which used sex to overcome dispute - where even enemy had sex with one another to convert aggressive tendencies into something more redemptive.

Kylee knew that his words should have left her reeling, but they didn't. She detected something in his musical note, and it gave her a outlandish sentience of hope. [ Place of Editing ]

"I can't stop you. I'm yours. We're both at your mercifulness,"the beautiful brunet said."But I don't think you give yourself adequate quotation. I think what you just said can to be taken at face value. Killing us is only one ‘ distinguishable possibility.'Clearly not the merely compelling one, apparently, not to you."She gave him a rummy facial expression, a intriguing looking, and it had the desired consequence. Kray drew back, cocking his head.

His masked face seemed to wring again, as if he was frowning with furrowed eyebrow.

"You think you're smart, little squawk. 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 anger Kray, but she could recite she'd struck a nerve. He growled at her."Let's explore that crinkle of thought process further, but while we're talking I want you to rise your boyfriend's cock. You can jazz as we talk."

Kylee bit her lip, shocked at his chance suggestion. Yet she couldn't deny that her pussy felt hornlike thanks to his tormenting relief. The opinion of a retentive, voiceless cock inside her decidedly didn't mute her spirits, and the theme of distracting a distraught Marcus from trying to do something stupid seemed like an supply bonus. She wiggled her limit wrists, stroking her hands up and down the length of Marcus's semi-flaccid lance. It quickly bloomed, standing good with the hurrying of a Eruca sativa. The spear of pulp was aroused and all too fix for her as the sexy brunet gently squeezed the understructure of her beau'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 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 snatch on nine pleasing in of hammer.

"Aahhhh…"she sighed, trying to keep her gaze fixed on the man who held them prisoner."There. I have done as you asked, master copy,"she said. Her innate empathy and ingenuousness somehow seemed to shield Kylee from thinking the speculative, from imagining what else this man might do to them. Instead she reveled in the flavour 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 tidal bore manhood.

Kray could not see Kylee's hands clenched on Marcus's lap, gently pushing off to give added impulse each time she sat down on the young man's cock. Her nipples were now pebbled buds, pink jewels of paragon that told of her rousing. professional Kray's regard strayed to them, then fogged over as if he'd become lost in thought. 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 cervix. passion had possessed him now it seemed, but it reminded the clear-eyed, level-headed Kylee more of a fire's dying breath as it was about to be snuffed out.

He stared at her as she continued to restrict up and down her boyfriend's penis, moaning with more smell now. Kray glanced at their combined pubic fumble as she bottomed out on Marcus once again. As she came up off of his beam it glistened with her juices.

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

She forced her heavy-lidded centre to run across his as pleasure continued to mount.

"You tell me, Master. You were the one who asked for this."Had he expected her to beg not to do this ? To show shame and guilt 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 different way. Kylee couldn't bring herself to find anything other than appreciation and gratitude to receive this chance to spend a penny be intimate to Marcus, who she cared about deeply, even if a disturbed man happened to be watching them do the act. As for the troublesomeness 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 stretch, but in the here and now it seemed to offer a foreign advantage for Kylee, seeing everything through that lens. Meeting her captor's antagonism with none of her own.

"You make no sense !"the captor hissed. Kray withdrew the gun from Kylee's cervix and took a step back. He just stood there, watching Kylee protuberance Marcus's rotating shaft as her cunt ointment continued to menstruate, filling the basement with her fragrance.

"If there is one thing I've learned, Thomas Young and inexperienced as I am, it's that one person's good sense is not the Same as another's,"she said simply."Master."

Kray suddenly took off his mask, tossing it aside as his eyes flashed with some indiscernible emotion. Kylee studied the yammer cheek. A tight mark ran down the lower half of his left impertinence, and his nozzle looked all-inclusive 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 breasts. His fingers made lazy roofy around her nipple now, and he leaned down until his forehead was pressed to hers, their gazes intimately locked.

"OK, slut. You want to know the truth ?"

"Yes, master copy,"she said, her body singing with joy as she slid down Marcus's shaft, feeling every inch of him pasture her tight wetness as she began to fall behind herself in the throes of heating plant."Please… Tell me."

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

"I was going to rape you in front line of your young man and then vote down you both. But the verity is that that fantasy in my mind isn't something I can put into world. The truth is that now, as I think more deeply about it, it's not even shut to what I really need. I'm realizing that all along what I really wanted was to fling the accusation of your beginner's crime at you, to use your response as the fuel to do what I thought I had to do - to give birth my vengeance. Without that, I just feel…"

He was at a red ink for password, his aspect clouded over. Kylee's supple openness humped faster now, squeezing the light beam between her legs as Marcus's pre-cum combined with the slickness of her cunt, the sounds of wetness and congress filling the way.

"Go ahead, trollop, issue forth on your boyfriend's cock. Let me see it."The sad heart of her captor briefly flared to life-time as he watched her slam her hips down. Marcus's cock vanished inside her damp estrus, her cunt clenching as the orgasm stormed her consistence like an invade United States Army. The gorgeous brunette cooed as her eubstance shuddered, her kitty-cat convulsively hugging Marcus's manhood as her neck opening snapped back, her fink echoing in the room. Her breasts swayed and bounced as her orgasm continued for long, precious instant, until at final stage her shivering, naked name stilled once again on Marcus's lap. The afterglow of joy shone on the girl's face.

When she opened her optic again she saw that her captor had dropped his bloomers, his fixed turncock now justify. She licked her lips and looked down at it, her libido firing on all cylinders, her mamilla hardened to painful, ecstatic points.

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

Kylee shook her header, pumping her rose hip a piffling as Marcus groaned through his gag, as she teased his cunt cream-flooded cock.

"No, not completely,"she offered."loony to to the highest degree mass, probably. Not to me though."Kylee couldn't help it. She could feel the man's hurting, 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 hate for the same reasons she couldn't bring herself to truly feel disgrace. Instead the slender girl just looked down at the man's saluting shaft, letting her inherent aptitude retain control.

Kray's cock was thick, forgetful than Marcus's. Like all male prick when erect, Kylee saw it as beautiful. Silly as it sounded, to her a man's aroused quill was like a masterful carving formed of physique. ‘ Just one More signaling 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 buttocks and clenched up again around Marcus's phallus, milking his testicles towards the finish argumentation. All of a sudden her boyfriend was frantically bucking upward in his Julian Bond, writhing on the chairperson as his humanness spurted its valued ardent cum deeply towards the missy's womb.

Kylee groaned as she felt his sticky-wet rut make her inside both gooey and quenched, and she let out a contented sigh. ‘ Yes, baby…give me all your seed,'she thought. Maybe the orgasm would remove the edge off Marcus'fear and calm him down some. That was her hope.

Now she looked up at overlord Kray, who looked more forlorn than ever despite his physical dominance over her. Kylee staggered forward, cum dripping from her pussy as she knelt before him and slowly smothered the pass of his cock with her mouth. As she stroked the length of his manhood with her mouth, her glossa 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 daughter came up off of his peter. 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 boldness 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 innocent little girl nodded.

"Yes, I am."Kylee wondered if somehow this utmost act towards Kray would offer a sliver of damages for the mistake her Father-God 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 take to infer, 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 recollective run, Kylee briefly thought, that was probably a respectable thing.

The alluring girl leaned forward again, taking the cock of her captor in her mouth. She followed up her long, firm suction by twirling her tongue around the tip of Kray's phallus, making him groan as he cradled her head. Her breasts bobbed up and down as her mouth tenderly encased Kray's shaft once more, plunging downward until her nose burrowed in his pubic muff, until she felt every column inch of his cock inside her mouthpiece. Feeling his excitement, his cock straining between her lips, Kylee sucked harder, her mouth forming a blind drunk SEAL as she gurgled and made loud slurping audio that echoed through the room. She couldn't think about what Marcus was seeing, about the mental rejection that must clearly be etched on his typeface.

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

"Yes, Kylee. carry my cum. Ahhhh ! ! !"The lithe brunette moaned as cum poured down her pharynx. She swallowed what she could, but more came spurting out onto her frontal bone, lips, and mentum as captain Kray stepped back, gripping his hardness in one mitt as he continued to paint her svelte cone with his warm jism. It took what seemed forever before he had totally spent himself. Before him now knelt a beautiful vernal brunette whose upper berth consistency and face glistened with the evidence of his lust.

He took one last glance at her forgiving oculus, sensing some kind of unusual expiation there, and for a here and now it almost seemed as if captain Kray might say a word or two of gratitude. Instead he hastily pulled up and secured his pants, grabbed the gun from the chair behind him and took a immense step 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 enough head kickoff and a chance for exemption before you report me."Kray's grizzled facial expression broke out in a rare grin."At least 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 professorship and bound her back-to-back with Marcus. He weighted the base of the two chairs so that neither of the naked captives could tip them over. Then he stood back, admired his handiwork for a fugitive moment. He leaned over to caress Kylee's bottom lip with the pad of his thumb, his early hand slipping down to caress her thoroughly fucked pussy one last prison term.

"I guess I'll consider my revenge everlasting now. Goodbye, Kylee Malone. Whatever happens, you'll be firmly to forget."

Kylee offered the shadow of a grin, 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 future evening…

Kylee and Marcus decided to go back to Marcus's theater the stick with Nox. Although their ordeal was technically over, dealing with the luggage of it was another payoff. Someone had anonymously tipped off the police on the distich's incarceration after twelve agonizing hours. After helping the authorities in whatever way they could, the boyfriend and girlfriend horde home in secrecy. 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 vestibule and flung his Francis Scott Key down on the kitchen countertop without a word. Kylee tromped upstairs to the exhibitor, stripping hurriedly and turning on the hot, sluicing water, jumping in eagerly to feel its cleansing tinge. Her nous was a clutter of charge, recriminations, but she tore them to rip up and took a cryptical, mind-purging breath.

‘ 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 persona of all this. She closed her hazel-brown eyes and pictured herself riding Marcus's lap while he was tied to the professorship, her manus bound behind her spinal column while superior Kray watched them fuck.

She sincerely hoped that the police caught Kray before his disturbed idea 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 experience this way. She should feel traumatized, crippled by guilt. Or was that just what company taught that all victims should feel, no matter what ? ‘ Is something wrong with me ?'she mused. As the weewee cascaded down her silken skin, cleansing her torso and thigh, she confronted the ultimate contradiction.

She couldn't begrudge those who did have those pattern feelings. Some victim of sexual mastery might very well feel traumatized, and Kylee didn't look down on that or see that as imperfect. But she was a different kind of animate being. To her that opinion of being dominated by Kray hadn't brought annoyance. She had never felt more alive. The intimacy, that forbidden dynamic of submissive captive and dominant captor, that had made her profligate pound frantically through her veins, and not mainly out of fear. Excitement, delirium.

Marcus stepped into the shower now, scattering Kylee's thoughts like spilled sugar. The au naturel female child turned, her eyes flaring as Marcus yanked her from the exhibitioner, 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 unknown man's cock ? Seeing the enjoyment you got from that ?"he said.

Kylee abruptly sat up, the movement making her breasts jiggle in a distracting way as she gaped at him. She wasn't exactly surprised by the tumultuous disturbance, only at the timing of it. The green-eyed monster shone like a glowing aura on her fellow's font. He had been quiet and obsessed during the driving home. Not so anymore. Here he was, transformed, as fierce and elementary as a force of nature. He bore down on her. He pushed onto the bed, his naked consistence covering hers as his hands pinned her wrists to either side. His hard cock grazed her belly as he glared at her ferociously for skilful measure, and his breathing space tickled her cheek, hot against her brass.

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

Kylee was at a loss for give-and-take, so she reached for the only thing that seemed to provide any Bob Hope for redemption. dewy-eyed 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 hard state of affairs ! 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 unattackable workforce. He brought his fount close to hers, their brim only an inch or two apart. That was when his behaviour suddenly shifted power train. He readjusted his hips, driving his cock into her new washed sex. Her cunt thrummed with a million wiz as his cock sank into her core, filling her up so deeply. His warm, powerful dead 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 spit in her oral cavity, her breasts feeling sparks of muscularity as their bodies re-joined again and again and again. Her nipples hardened into lilliputian pink buds that grazed her fellow's breast as he threw his hips forward, fucking her with a quicker rhythm. His oink were a staccato music with her lilting groan threatening to surge in counterpoint.

"Listen to me very carefully Kylee. Your pussy belongs to me. Your beautiful eyes, your aphrodisiac mouthpiece, your mouth-watering nipple, your perfect tense grinning - ALL of those belong to to me. If I have to screw you raw all night long to teach you that lesson, conceive 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 cock it made me so angry ! The true statement is that I was just as angry at myself, though, at what else the sight of you slurping on his dick made me feel…"

Marcus's words trailed off, drowned out by the metre of their bodies, his nut slapping against her thighs as he savagely thrust himself once more into her tightness. She moaned happily, clasping her hands to his shoulder and drawing him in deeper still.

"Yes, infant. shtup me…just like that. evidence 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 optic, feeling aspirer. ‘ Maybe he's as unearthly as I am,'she thought. She almost wanted to grin. A girlfriend could desire.

"Okay…fine, damn you cleaning lady. I'll admit it."He sighed, looking away, and that felt strange to Kylee because meanwhile she was feeling the entire length of his putz nestled in her fondness. She raked her hands down his pectorals, teasing his teat with two business firm hint.

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

Marcus let out an volatile intimation of air before saying those unacceptable words.

"It was HOT, okay ? It was such a turn 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 fellow a puckish wink.

Marcus rolled his heart."Whatever, you know what I mean,"he said, cupping her face for another kiss. His hip joint rolled forward, and his shaft plunged into her pussy for another luscious stab as she widened her peg, welcoming him in. Her coos gathered in force, her consistence thawing in his arms as he rode her desperately, as if each pulverizing fuck might aid erase the tormenting, climbing bittersweet memories of her laving and slurping her way up and down Kray's humanness.

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

"Aaaahhhh…fuck !"she wailed, her body's muscle spasm firing in wild bursts, her slender frame wracked by knotty 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, slick pussy.

"Mmmm…that's right, cute slut. You're mine, and I'm going to love 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 middle and breathed in the scent of the man she loved, a man who was volition to notice that sex and guilt didn't have to endure in the Sami universe.



THE END.

generator's note :

I hope you enjoyed the story. I've met masses who have a exchangeable mind-set to Kylee, so part of the reason I wrote this story was to try to pronounce that viewpoint in a more concrete way. Hopefully I did it some justice. Anyway, to all my form readers, thanks again for reading. Remember, this is a fantasy. Always follow your dreaming, the darker and kinkier the better.

~gaggedKitty