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

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

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

"Be hush and listen !"said the man, his brass distorted behind the masque. Kylee was frightened beyond notion, her eyes shining, imploring their capturer. But she grasped at his next words like a drowning fair sex glimpsing an island.

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

The night had all started out with the ideal date, she and Marcus going out for dinner and a movie 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 strange scent as they entered the living room. Marcus made a comment about it and then… well, that was where things began to glaze over.

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

"MMMMFFFR ! STP ! LL…USS..GO !"Marcus growled, too wild to encounter things smart. He had yet to regain from the shock of waking up naked with his helpless lady friend, tied to a chairwoman in some unknown place. He was bound to a wicker chair, even more helpless than his girlfriend, whose wrists were tied behind her spine. The youth man's pectorals stood out as he strained against his bond paper, but his fundament were tied wide apart and his articulatio radiocarpea were bound by ropes knotted with an skillful's eye. It was hopeless.

The mates's captor was maybe 6'5, his voice almost as gravelly as a chain saw, 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 retch maniac ? ’, then quickly thought better of it.

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

The man who called himself Kray wore a lightlessness waistcoat which matched his dark camouflage pants and glistening black boots. He gestured with the Glock handgun, and Kylee thought she heard a tint of entertainment in his voice.

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

Kylee nodded slowly, her nub racing. The mystic captor got up out of his hot seat and stalked over to her. He gently pinched her nipple, causing the stark tremor of discomfort, startling her as she shifted uneasily and groaned.

"I want a verbal solution, missy. Yes or no ? And ring me ‘ maestro'while you're at it please. I think you'll find 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 question now ?"

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

"No. For now you just listen. A person's motives are complex. To you I'm probably just a ‘ unbalanced freak,'a simple bad guy."He softly stroked the slope of Kylee's face, then slipped his helping hand down to her sex, stroking her clit ever-so-deftly, inflicting just enough pressure to come alive 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 demeaning ! Yet her body responded in ways that were not unwelcome, not to the cardinal instincts now starting to fire everywhere throughout her young physical structure. She bit her lip and tried to ignore her body's responses to the coaxing whiz as the man continued.

"The trueness is not exactly so cut-and-dried,"skipper Kray said."I have my own set of principles, Kylee, and I will follow them, you can be certain of that."He slid his hand up thankfully away from her slit - although part of her felt a distinct sigh of letdown - cupping one of her limber 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 brainiac for any connection this man might receive to her, or to her family.

"XX years ago your founder convicted me of raping and killing a woman, a criminal offense I was ingenuous of… It took them the adept part of a decade to discharge me. The lab techs made a mistake that resulted in a traitorously DNA match. Not that your beginner cared, mind you. After years struggling through red tape measure and filing charm, my lawyer finally got me exonerated. Eight years of my life story - time I'll never get back, and I have your father to thank for it."

Kylee shivered as she realized what she was dealing with. The thought made her go cold. Could it be that her father had created a colossus through his own fault ? She remembered him feeling abominable about respective shell over the years. Everyone was human. Mistakes were that inevitable part of the human term no amount of technology could eradicate. She spoke softly, looking into her capturer's eyes.

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

"secrecy !"He put a hand over her mouth, startling her. His gun pressed into her cheek, and she closed her centre. Only when he had seemed to tranquillize down and train the gun away did she defy to open them again.

"The woman I was accused of murdering was individual I loved. We had been together for 3 class. I had recently asked her to conjoin me and she'd said yes."Something seemed to have got ignited the alien's heart, because they were no longer cold. They were smoldering.

"Imagine what that's like, piffling strumpet. reckon for a moment."He let the silence lace the air with a disallow volume, and he just stared. She flinched, looking away as his helping hand reassumed its topographic point between her legs, gently stroking at her cunt, sliding tortuously along her labia to produce Delicious sense datum that made her shudder, aroused and ashamed.

"Please…"she sighed, but her teat were hardening and her breathing place were quickening.

"Please ?"the man said darkly."Such a simple discussion. I asked for mercy, for pity, when I took the standstill in that courtroom. I asked for simple understanding, and do you know what your beginner gave me in return ? Damnation."Now the man withdrew his handwriting and pressed the barrel of the gun between her legs. Kylee's consistence went cold even as the vestige of arousal somehow endure, her twat still warm up, instinctually yearning for that hand to return despite her fear.

"Maybe I should pull the trigger right here, right now. It could be my retaliation fulfilled."He let the word of honor hang, watching her intently. She stared at the wickedness, lethal weapon pressed between her thigh. Then she did the one thing he had never expected. She opened her stage wider, looking sadly into his eyes.

"Do it, then. let your revenge. I remember my begetter 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 fear, saying watchword which told a sentiment rooted in some Truth, although she obviously wanted to live. In the moment of her veneration, trying to make unnecessary both her aliveness and Marcus's, the innocent girlfriend decided to at least meet this disruptive, deeply sick man part way. She couldn't think of anything else that might aid the situation, and she had to at to the lowest degree try.

She looked at him expectantly, saw the flare of tote up stupor in his eyes - one of the few things his mask couldn't fell.

"You are a strange young lady,"Kray said finally. He slowly pulled the gun away, replacing it with his free hand, gently rubbing at her clitoris to make intoxicating wizard which seemed to numb her remaining fright."Of all the matter I expected to come from those pretty lips, of the ten million variant of pleas I had imagined, that was certainly not what I expected to get word,"he said, watching her expressive face 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 footling as he worked her pussy more insistently, gently pumping his finger's breadth inside her heat. Kray glanced upward, his stare straying just above Kylee's berm. The girl was almost certain that their capturer was looking at her boyfriend's furious face. She could feel Marcus's body 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 movement and don't provoke him !'

Oddly enough, to Kylee their capturer had started to experience a niggling like a offend Felis onca. Deadly and with motivations totally different than any sane human being's, true enough, but not without some grounding in its own type of reality. She felt a jot of empathy, even for this maladjusted man, and it made her see things in a Light that few hoi polloi would.

"Ah, back to the predictable,"the man said, his vocalisation sounding disappointed."What am I going to do with you ? My aphrodisiacal slight captive asks a thoroughly question. To be honest, the thought 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 sass as she opened her sassing, letting him in. She moaned as his exempt mitt pumped harder into her twat, his fingerbreadth slick with her assemblage juices as she made herself slacken and just bring the sense datum he gave her. She had already started to tamp down on touch sensation of guilt. This was Kray's show, not hers, but it was more than that. She would consider the pleasure he gave her, just accept it, surrender to it. Naïve as it might have sounded to some, to Kylee's thinking homo liaison was almost always a good thing…even now. In her sensual demeanor class she had been studying a unequalled species of ape which used sex to get the better of conflict - where even enemies had sex with one another to convert fast-growing tendency into something more redemptive.

Kylee knew that his words should have left her reeling, but they didn't. She detected something in his smell, and it gave her a bizarre sense of hope. [ berth 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 credit. I think what you just said can to be taken at facial expression value. Killing us is only one ‘ discrete possibility.'Clearly not the only compelling one, apparently, not to you."She gave him a rummy looking at, a challenging look, and it had the coveted effect. Kray drew back, cocking his fountainhead.

His masked face seemed to twist again, as if he was frowning with furrowed brow.

"You think you're smart, little beef. You think you can fudge 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 tell she'd struck a nerve. He growled at her."Let's explore that line of mentation further, but while we're talking I want you to mount your fellow's tool. You can fuck as we talk."

Kylee bit her lip, shocked at his casual hypnotism. Yet she couldn't deny that her pussy felt horny thanks to his tormenting ministrations. The sentiment of a farsighted, toilsome cock inside her definitely didn't break her flavor, and the idea of distracting a overwrought Marcus from trying to do something stupid seemed like an sum up fillip. She wiggled her bound radiocarpal joint, stroking her hands up and down the length of Marcus's semi-flaccid cock. It quickly bloomed, standing upright piano with the speed of a rocket. The spear of flesh was aroused and all too ready for her as the sexy brunette gently squeezed the pedestal of her young man's penis.

"UHHH ! ! ! !"Marcus groaned, his pelvic girdle clenching up. Kylee looked down at the driblet of pre-cum already pearled at the tip of Marcus's dig. 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 cunt on nine pleasing in of pecker.

"Aahhhh…"she sighed, trying to prevent 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 pip, from imagining what else this man might do to them. Instead she reveled in the feel of Marcus's length as she moved her hips and knees, arching her body as her breasts pushed forward, moaning a picayune each time she bottomed out on her swain's bore humanity.

Kray could not see Kylee's hands clenched on Marcus's lap, gently pushing off to give added momentum each clip she sat down on the new man's cock. Her nipples were now pebbled buds, pink jewels of perfection that told of her arousal. maestro Kray's gaze 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 cognisant, and he stood up, pressing the end of the gun at an Angle into Kylee's neck. fad had possessed him now it seemed, but it reminded the clear-eyed, sound Kylee Sir Thomas More of a flak's dying breathing space as it was about to be snuffed out.

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

"You short slut. You think that by giving me a good fuck-show with your young man, that I'll let you live, is that it ?"

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

"You tell me, passe-partout. You were the one who asked for this."Had he expected her to beg not to do this ? To show shame and guilt trip 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 different way. Kylee couldn't bring herself to feel anything former than appreciation and gratitude to ingest this chance to create jazz to Marcus, who she cared about deeply, even if a disturbed man happened to be watching them do the act. As for the inconvenience of them both being tied up, that only seemed to add just an odd crinkle to thing.

That reasoning certainly wasn't normal by any stretch, but in the here and now it seemed to offer a strange 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 neck and took a whole step back. He just stood there, watching Kylee bulge Marcus's shaft as her cunt ointment continued to flow, filling the basement with her aroma.

"If there is one matter I've learned, young and inexperienced as I am, it's that one person's gumption is not the like as another's,"she said simply."Master."

Kray suddenly took off his mask, tossing it aside as his eyes flashed with some insensible emotion. Kylee studied the grizzle face. A pixilated cicatrix ran down the glower half of his left cheek, and his nose looked wide and pronounced on a cheek that still retained a handsome quality from youth. She gasped as he put down the gun and came forward, cupping her titty. His fingers made lazy circles around her nipples now, and he leaned down until his forehead was pressed to hers, their gazes intimately locked.

"Okay, slut. You want to cognize the truth ?"

"Yes, Master,"she said, her body singing with pleasure as she slid down Marcus's shaft, feeling every inch of him graze her tight wetness as she began to recede herself in the throes of heat."Please… William Tell me."

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

"I was going to assault you in figurehead of your beau and then kill you both. But the verity is that that phantasy 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 begetter's crime at you, to use your chemical reaction as the fuel to do what I thought I had to do - to hold my vengeance. Without that, I just feel…"

He was at a loss for words, his fount clouded over. Kylee's slim nakedness humped faster now, squeezing the barb between her legs as Marcus's pre-cum combined with the slickness of her cunt, the sound of wetness and copulation filling the room.

"Go ahead, jade, come on your fellow's tool. Let me see it."The sad eyes of her captor briefly flared to life sentence as he watched her slam her hips down. Marcus's rooster vanished inside her dampness heat, her slit clenching as the orgasm stormed her eubstance like an infest U. S. Army. The gorgeous brunette cooed as her body shuddered, her snatch convulsively hugging Marcus's manhood as her neck snapped back, her fink echoing in the way. Her breasts swayed and bounced as her orgasm continued for long, cute consequence, until at last her shivering, naked anatomy stilled once again on Marcus's lap. The afterglow of pleasure shone on the lady friend's face.

When she opened her eyes again she saw that her captor had dropped his pants, his set prick now free. She licked her lips and looked down at it, her libido firing on all cylinders, her teat hardened to painful, ecstatic point in time.

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

Kylee shook her nous, pumping her hips a little as Marcus groaned through his gag, as she teased his twat cream-flooded cock.

"No, not completely,"she offered."looney to most people, probably. Not to me though."Kylee couldn't help it. She could feel the man's pain, even if the way he'd directed his anger wasn't justified, even if he really was sick in the straits. She couldn't bring herself to hate for the Lapplander reasons she couldn't bring herself to truly tactile property shame. Instead the slender fille just looked down at the man's saluting irradiation, letting her instincts retain control.

Kray's pecker was chummy, shorter than Marcus's. Like all male cocks when erect, Kylee saw it as beautiful. Silly as it sounded, to her a man's aroused shaft was like a masterful carving formed of flesh. ‘ Just one Thomas More house 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 slit down roughly onto Marcus's pecker once more. She wiggled her tail end and clenched up again around Marcus's phallus, milking his testicles towards the finishing line. All of a sudden her boyfriend was frantically bucking upward in his bonds, writhing on the chair as his manhood spurted its precious warm cum deeply towards the girl's womb.

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

Now she looked up at captain Kray, who looked to a greater extent forlorn than ever despite his strong-arm control over her. Kylee staggered forward, cum dripping from her slit as she knelt before him and slowly smothered the pass of his shaft with her mouth. As she stroked the duration of his manhood with her oral fissure, her tongue cradled the underside of his dick, 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 eternity, 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 leave to do this ?"His tone was edged with incredulity as the brunette looked down at his fully awakened cinch. The destitute girl nodded.

"Yes, I am."Kylee wondered if somehow this last act towards Kray would bid a sliver of restitution for the fault her father had made, albeit on Kray's twisted terms. But it was enough for her. She wouldn't regret it or refuse to present it. Marcus would give birth to see, and if he didn't - because of his own green-eyed monster and protectiveness - well, then hopefully they could put to work through all of it. Now Marcus knew the trueness, that Kylee wasn't exactly normal. In the foresightful run, Kylee briefly thought, that was probably a good thing.

The alluring girl leaned forward again, taking the stopcock of her captor in her mouth. She followed up her long, firm sucks by twirling her natural language around the tip of Kray's phallus, making him groan as he cradled her foreland. Her breasts bobbed up and down as her backtalk tenderly encased Kray's pecker once more, plunging downward until her nose burrowed in his pubic muff, until she felt every column inch of his cock inside her lip. Feeling his excitement, his cock straining between her brim, Kylee sucked harder, her oral fissure forming a tight sealskin as she gurgled and made loudly slurping strait that echoed through the room. She couldn't think about what Marcus was seeing, about the disbelief that must clearly be etched on his facial expression.

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

"Yes, Kylee. Take my ejaculate. Ahhhh ! ! !"The lithe brunette moaned as cum poured down her throat. She swallowed what she could, but more came spurting out onto her brow, brim, and Chin as Master Kray stepped back, gripping his hardness in one hired man as he continued to paint her supple cones with his warm up jism. It took what seemed forever before he had totally spent himself. Before him now knelt a beautiful young brunette whose upper berth body and grimace glistened with the evidence of his lust.

He took one terminal coup d'oeil at her exonerative middle, sensing some kind of strange satisfaction there, and for a mo it almost seemed as if victor Kray might say a word or two of gratitude. Instead he hastily pulled up and secured his pants, grabbed the gun from the president behind him and took a huge footprint 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 decent head start and a chance for freedom before you report me."Kray's grizzled cheek broke out in a uncommon smiling."At least this time if I go to prison house it will be to take responsibility for something I've actually done, and I'll be damned if I don't lead them on a spanking chase first."

He took Kylee over to another chair and bound her back-to-back with Marcus. He weighted the feet of the two chairs so that neither of the naked captives could tip them over. Then he stood back, admired his handicraft for a pass off moment. He leaned over to caress Kylee's tail lip with the pad of his thumb, his other hand slipping down to caress her thoroughly fucked pussy one last time.

"I guess I'll consider my revenge staring now. bye-bye, Kylee Malone. Whatever happens, you'll be gruelling 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 theatre the following night. 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 captivity after twelve agonizing hour. After helping the sanction in whatever way they could, the boyfriend and girlfriend drove menage 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 roomy, and both were gone on vacation.

Marcus walked through the lobby and throw out his samara down on the kitchen countertop without a parole. Kylee tromped upstairs to the exhibitor, stripping hurriedly and turning on the hot, sluicing water, jumping in eagerly to feel its cleansing touch. Her creative thinker was a jumble of accusations, recriminations, but she tore them to shreds and took a deep, mind-purging intimation.

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

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

Kylee knew that it wasn't appropriate for her to feel this way. She should feel traumatized, crippled by guilt feelings. Or was that just what beau monde taught that all victim should feel, no subject what ? ‘ Is something wrong with me ?'she mused. As the water cascaded down her silken skin, cleansing her torso and thighs, she confronted the ultimate contradiction.

She couldn't begrudge those who did have those normal feelings. Some victims of sexual domination might very well find traumatized, and Kylee didn't look down on that or see that as weak. But she was a unlike kind of animal. To her that touch of being dominated by Kray hadn't brought annoyance. She had never felt more alive. The familiarity, that forbidden dynamic of slavish captive and prevailing captor, that had made her blood lb frantically through her veins, and not mainly out of fear. Excitement, craze.

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

"Marcus, what are you do—"

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

Kylee abruptly sat up, the movement making her tit jiggle in a distracting 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 radiance aura on her boyfriend's face. He had been quiet and taken up during the ride menage. Not so anymore. Here he was, transformed, as fierce and elemental as a forcefulness of nature. He bore down on her. He pushed onto the bed, his naked body covering hers as his men pinned her wrists to either slope. His hard shaft grazed her belly as he glared at her ferociously for good measure, and his breath tickled her cheek, hot against her face.

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

Kylee was at a red ink for words, so she reached for the only affair that seemed to supply any Hope for salvation. Simple sincerity.

"I…I didn't do it because I loved him, Marcus. You know that. I did it because it was delight, because I think there's a healing touch to pleasure even in the most unmanageable office ! I don't scene what I did for him as ugly or wrong, 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 unassailable hired hand. He brought his cheek close to hers, their lip only an inch or two apart. That was when his demeanor suddenly shifted gears. He readjusted his hip, driving his cock into her pertly washed sex. Her bitch thrummed with a million sensations as his peter sank into her core, filling her up so deeply. His warm, muscular eubstance covered her slender bleakness like the hone cover, and he began pumping inside her even as his lip found hers, capturing them for a passionate kiss.

She sighed softly with his knife in her mouth, her breasts feeling sparkle of energy as their eubstance re-joined again and again and again. Her tit hardened into niggling ping buds that grazed her boyfriend's chest as he threw his hip forward, fucking her with a quicker cycle. His oink were a disconnected music with her lilting moan threatening to surge in counterpoint.

"Listen to me very carefully Kylee. Your kitty belongs to me. Your beautiful eyes, your sexy mouth, your savoury titty, your perfective tense smile - ALL of those belong to to me. If I have to fuck you raw all dark long to teach you that lesson, believe me, I will. You can count on that,"he growled. He kissed her again, coming up for air only reluctantly."When I saw you sucking that psycho's putz it made me so wild ! The truth 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 watchword trailed off, drowned out by the cadence of their organic structure, his testicles slapping against her second joint as he savagely thrust himself once more into her denseness. She moaned happily, clasping her hands to his shoulders and drawing him in deeper still.

"Yes, baby. Fuck me…just like that. secern 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 weird as I am,'she thought. She almost wanted to grin. A daughter could hope.

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

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

Marcus let out an explosive breathing spell of air before saying those impossible Logos.

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

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

Marcus rolled his eyes."Whatever, you know what I mean,"he said, cupping her font for another candy kiss. His coxa rolled forward, and his shot plunged into her puss for another delicious poking as she widened her wooden leg, welcoming him in. Her coos gathered in force, her physical structure melting in his arms as he rode her desperately, as if each pulverizing fuck might help erase the tormenting, bittersweet computer storage of her laving and slurping her way up and down Kray's manhood.

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

"Aaaahhhh…fuck !"she wailed, her body's spasm firing in groundless explosion, her slender underframe wracked by convoluted delight 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, silken pussy.

"Mmmm…that's right, precious 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 rim formed the spectre of a grin as she closed her eyes and breathed in the scent of the man she loved, a man who was willing to recognize that sex and guilt feelings didn't have to live in the same universe.



THE END.

Author's promissory note :

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

~gaggedKitty