Carissa did n't bed how she felt about what she was doing. It was degrading of course…but it also had her libido on overdrive. She had to admit, Anders'little endowment'to her was n't as bad as she 'd feared. It was anything but 'little'too. Was he watching the resilient stream even now ? The lithe brunette was naked on the floor, a web cam trained where she straddled a long, purple dildo which tapered to a pictorial duad of sculpted egg. She was humping the dildo with deep, eager plunges, moaning as her pussy felt the ribbed side of the dildo provide extra pleasure and stimulation. Meanwhile, she reached down, petting herself. She touched her pussy. She rubbed her clit. The conquer young woman knew that her boyfriend-cum-captor would be watching sooner or later.

'' Oooohhh. I miss you, dear. Please come home. I want you to fuck my nous out. I 'm pretending that this cruel, hard turncock I 'm impaling my wet pussycat on is YOUR rooster. Please Anders, come home and fuck me ! '' She knew very well that this was extraordinary fantasize lecture. Anders knew it too. Still, it did n't change the fact that it turned him on like nil else. If Carissa was being reliable with herself, she was turned on a little by her own presentation too.

The full-length mirror on the far wall also let her see every inch of her naked trunk, from her supple titty all the way down to her placid belly and the elusive flare of her thin hips, and of course the sight of that tireless dildo vanishing inside her plane snatch.

'' Please, honey. Come house and have intercourse this pussy hard, '' she purred. Was he watching this very secondment ? The upheaval of wondering what he was thinking, what he was doing right now… that also turned the girl on. Was he stroking his recollective, thick cock ? Was it knockout and throbbing, the venous blood vessel standing out as it sprang up fully engorged ?

The strange truth was that Carissa was sure that she and Anders were on the verge of a discovery. So much had happened since the day, more than 2 calendar month ago, when they 'd had a turned on one-night stand. She 'd gone from college graduate and American English tourist traveling through Europe to the helpless captive of a somewhat half-crazed Frenchwoman in Berlin. At first she 'd hated Anders… and a big part of her still did.

But she knew one thing - she was n't helpless. No, she 'd been playing the farsighted secret plan. She had a program for Anders Varrceau. She 'd tried to take to the woods several fourth dimension at commencement, and he 'd punished her as a result. Kept her au naturel and tied up whenever he went out. But slowly, gradually, she 'd won back some of his trust. Now, although he still would n't let her fag any dress, she had the run of the first floor and the professional bedroom. Granted, he had hidden cameras everywhere. There were no windows, and the only door to the outside was built like the unveiling to a savings bank vault, which only HE could unlock from the outside. Still, she had a suggestion of freedom. She knew what she was working towards. She 'd vowed to teach Anders a lesson he would never forget, when the time came…and that sentence would be TONIGHT.

Until now, though… she 'd embraced her role. Carissa was the willing vernal slave girl, day in and day out. She pleasured Anders whenever he wished. She woke him up sometimes even sucking his cock. She warmed his bed and cooked for him. Soon, though, all of that would modify. Until it did, though, Carissa saw no rationality not to relish the sex and amour, even though this man repulsed her on one floor. She kept reminding herself that, as twisted as Anders was, he loved her in his own way. At least, he deluded himself into THINKING that what he was doing to her - holding her captive - could be called a planetary house of 'love .'

The slender young cleaning woman now cooed loudly as the seal of her snatch mouth gripped the slam. The electrifying jar each sentence she slammed her sex down on top of it, they sent delightful shivers throughout her consistency. There was a understanding her mammilla had pebbled up, more sore than ever. She reached up with one hand, fondling her own breasts, even pinching her own nipples lightly as she crooned.

'' OOoohhh… Anders, I 'm going to issue forth. Do you want to see me CUM ? '' The brunette 's hanker, glistening hair fell down around her shoulder and briefly obscured her nerve. That same cute face contorted with a look of rapture as she reached down with her other hand, rubbing her clit in a libidinous frenzy. `` I 'm almost there, honey. I 'm imagining this tool is YOURS, rich inside me. It 's fucking me so deep. '' She gyrated her pelvic arch and slammed her body down harder, faster, so that her titmouse shook and her hair jostled back and forth. She reached down and squeezed her button lightly as the purple dildo drove up her soft sheepcote like a spear. Then she was there, reaching the elevation. Her body flooded with a million sensations - each one screaming 'pleasure !'as if in a million different tongues. Her cunt convulsed violently on the violet dildo. Her succus spattered copiously all along the shaft as she kept pumping her quim up and down, up and down, up and down, riding out the sexual climax, good to the finale breath.

Her head snapped back as she moaned Anders'name. She shuddered as the thick cock filled her, nestled deep inside her as the last twinges of her sexual climax slowly ran their course. Then, at lowest, it was over. Panting, her lush knocker heaving as she tried to catch her breath, she looked down. Carissa slowly stood up on wobbly wooden leg. She glanced down and saw her fluids coating not just the shaft itself, but even pooled along the sculpted testicle at the substructure of the dildo. The smell of sex - of HER sex - filled the animation room. She sighed with a mixture of contentment and debilitation. She 'd been fucking that dildo for over an time of day, giving Anders a 'good show .'Since it was almost time for her to put her plan into legal action, she was being extra subservient.

Carissa turned to head upstairs. She could n't hold back to require a shower. After all, her body was covered with a tenuous sheen of sweat from her exertions. She had made it maybe three steps when a bridge player caught her from butt. She began to scream as an arm lassoed her by the waistline, pulling her book binding against a gruelling male body. Then a big hand was covering her oral cavity, stifling her cry.

'' SSSHHH. It 's me, beautiful young woman. No penury to fear. '' Anders spun her around. She was shocked to see him. It must stimulate been written on her face. He was fully clothed from work, his tie only slightly askew.

'' You horny minuscule trollop. I started watching your show and I had to leave work early. Snuck in while you were reaching orgasm. I hope you 're fix for circle 2, darling. ``

'' Round 2 ? '' Carissa gaped. This had n't been part of her plan. He was n't supposed to be home this early.

Before she knew it, Anders was pointing at the dildo. `` Get back on that dildo and keep shtup. I have a exceptional surprisal for you, a little 'reward'for that tantalizing display. ``

Too intrigued to disobey, Carissa decided to go along with it. The aphrodisiac miss mounted the dildo again. Still lubricated with her own juices, it slid easily inside her as she began fucking it with fresh enthusiasm. Her musculus ached, but other than that she did n't mind impaling her pussycat on it again and again. The wizard it awakened inside her were already more than worth the physical fatigue.

'' Uuuhhh ! '' Carissa sighed as she fucked herself. `` What kind of 'surprise'do you mean ? ``

Anders was whistling. He never did that, not unless he was in a particularly unspoiled mood. He 'd left the way. Now he came back. The tall, good-looking man strode back in with a breath-taking necklace in his hand. It was lined with black drop, a large star-shaped emerald in the center. It was…beyond beautiful. It looked consummate. Priceless.

Carissa gasped. `` For me ? ``

Anders knelt down, unlatching the clutches and then re-hooking it as he put the necklace around Carissa 's cervix. The 22-year-old could n't help but feel the caustic remark. This would have been romantic if not for 2 pocket-sized matter. One, he had her naked and furiously fucking a dildo in the midriff of the living elbow room like a lost sex hard worker, and two, he was holding her captive. other than that ? She actually liked the amorous gesture.

`` Do you like it ? '' He said. There was an uncharacteristically hesitant government note to his voice.

'' Like it ? I love it, '' she gushed. Anders knelt in front of her and lean forward. They kissed. It began as a chaste kiss, but became progressively naughtier. As Anders reached between his prisoner 's stage to stroke her quim, Carissa moaned with her glossa in Anders'mouth.

'' I decided, you 've been so good lately, you deserved a reward, '' he murmured as their rim drew apart. He continued giving her joy. His finger knew exactly how to do their devastating magic. He caressed her labia, her joy nub, gently rubbing as he intently watched her twat encase every in of the dildo on its next plunge downward.

She bit her lip. Now was the clip. She sensed it in his loving stare. She 'd begun to truly earn his trust.

'' May I get off of this shaft now ? '' she said, her eyelash fluttering like a lilliputian flirt.

'' No, '' Anders said, grinning. He reached up, cupping her chin as his early deal stroked her clit more fervently. `` Do you love me ? ``

The breathing place caught in Carissa 's throat. It was the first sentence he 'd take her such a thing. She bit her lip as his fingers nearly undid her. She was already creaming up fast on the dildo, racing towards another mind-shattering climax. She said what he wanted to hear.

'' Yes. ``

'' Yes, what ? ``

'' Yes, I love you. ``

Anders frowned as he drew his hand away - both bridge player. Her quim felt suddenly bereft. Neglected. She hated herself for feeling dashing hopes at the ceasing of his touch. She hated even more that when she 'd said 'yes'to Anders'enquiry about her loving him, a tiny sliver of her answer had been true.

That was the affair about love. A someone could bed something even when the physical object of that making love did n't deserve it. Anders certainly did n't deserve her love. He was a monster. Yet she could n't change her emotions entirely. Carissa almost grimaced. It was as if she was trapped in some corrupted modern reading of 'Beauty and Beast .'That 's what she almost wished she could conceive. She wished she could submit this twisted, obsessive, controlling man, and strip him of all the darkness until, like a crude slice of wood sculpted into something better, the utilitarian voice could be all that remained.

'' I do n't believe you, child. '' Anders leaned down suddenly, kissing her voraciously as he pinched her clit between his thumb and index with the complete burst of force per unit area. The rib dildo lanced up her slit at the take like moment. She gushed desperately on the purple irradiation, moaning as she tipped forward into Anders'arm. He caught her as her arms went about his neck. She groaned, her cunt clamping up on the dildo one last-place metre. He held her, patiently waiting for the girl 's orgasm to subside. When it did, he lifted her up into his arms and began to bear her upstairs.

'' Wh-where are we going ? '' she said. Then, fighting through the fog of her pleasure-sated brain, she remembered what he 'd just said. `` I do be intimate you, Anders. I would n't lie to you, not anymore. ``

'' I wish I could believe that, '' Anders said sadly. Abruptly, Carissa realized that he was laying her on the king-sized bed, cuffing her wrists to the headboard, and even attaching shackle around her ankles with her legs parted blanket. She was spread-eagled on the bed almost before she was aware what was even happening. No. This was bad, she realized. He had n't restricted her like this since early on in her captivity.

Next, Anders efficiently stripped out of his wearing apparel, meticulously folding and putting away his concern attire as he went. Then, standing naked before her, corded brawniness standing out on his breast, limbs, and shoulders, he joined her on the bed. He plunged his cock deep inside her. Carissa stiffened as she felt his invading cock.

'' You see, Carissa ? Your reaction, as I entered you just now… as I began fucking you… that 's what gives you away. ``

'' I…I do n't do it what you mean, '' Carissa stammered. She tried to focalise, but it was hard with his hard ray driving through her cunt, one brutal virgule after the next.

'' If you truly screw me, you would n't still act so defend around me. I can sense your lingering resistance. Yes, theatrical role of you still defies me. You know it, I know it. You are planning to escape again, are n't you darling ? Admit it. ``

The slender Whitney Moore Young Jr. womanhood shook her question. She was feeling desperate.

He pulled out, only to replenish her young snatch with a deep, mind-jarring jabbing. She gasped as he sucked at her ear lobe gently. His whisper nearly devastated her.

'' I will have to go back to feather one, wo n't I ? hold on you tied up in my bed. Hmm ? ``

'' No ! '' she moaned. Sudden stirring gripped her. `` I DO bonk you, Anders…you just do n't let me prove it. If you did n't stifle me, I could learn to loosen enough to show you my love. You ca n't revalue my erotic love for you if you wo n't give me a smidge of trust. How can you find fault me for being guarded around you ? I fear you. Just because I fear you, that does n't mean I do n't hump you. ``

'' Is that so ? Are you really speaking the truth ? '' he growled. The muscular French person gripped her by the shoulders as he started a calm rhythm, penetrating her with hard fucks as the bed creaked. He stared so intently at her, as if his gaze could also penetrate her very bosom and soul.

'' I am, '' she groaned. God help her, she loved it when he fucked her this tough. `` You must consider me. ``

'' But how can I ? ``

She yanked angrily on her cuff. `` going me, let me tell you and SHOW you my dearest for you. I 'll test it. ``

Anders shook his heading sadly. His cock slammed deeply into her essence. `` If I released you now, whatever you did, it would only be an elaborate lie. A beautiful lie, but a lie nonetheless. No, you keep your resentment hidden, but it 's there. You have n't surrendered to me. Not yet. ``

The gorgeous brunette sighed as his cock slid out of her, then plunged back in so thick. `` That 's because you do n't give me the chance to deliver. To shew you. I ca n't deliver to you out of fear, only out of love. hand me a chance to love you without the fear, Anders. secrete me. ``

The man 's rugged face twisted into a scowl. `` And what would you do right now if I did ? ``

'' You 'll have to commit me, '' she said simply. `` Or do you desire to suffer all the onward motion we 've made ? ``

Anders shrugged, his cock nestled bass inside her. Stretching her. He stilled, clearly relishing the feel of her cosy fit around his shaft, kissing his way up the face of her cervix. `` I am a patient role man, darling. It matters not to me. ``

'' But it matters to me, '' Carissa said fiercely. teardrop sprang to her center. `` I miss my sept. I miss my ally. I miss my old life-time. ``

'' See, '' he whispered triumphantly. `` There it is, your resistance. So I was right ! ``

'' No, '' she growled. `` You are faulty. If I did n't love you, if I still resented you as much as you claim, I would n't have revealed to you my smell just now. I would n't take in made myself vulnerable to you and adventure your displeasure. ``

She surprised him with those discussion. The logic of them seemed to pierce his paranoid denial. He said not another word, part of his psyche clearly lost in mentation as he kept fucking her. There was only the sound of his grunt and the girl 's groans until, his testicles stiffening, the man 's seed burst from his loins, filling Carissa 's cunt. She sighed as the go spurts of cum warmed her insides. His cock slowly slipped free of her sex. A thin, glistening strand of cum still connected the tip of his stopcock to her cunt. It drifted to the bed sheets as he shifted to the pes of the bed, and what he did succeeding made Carissa 's heart impulse with hope.

He undid her ankles. Then he moved up to her articulatio radiocarpea. He looked at her meaningfully. `` This is me trusting you. '' After he 'd released her, Carissa instructed Anders to lay on his back. He did, a bewildered flavor on his face. Beneath that befuddlement was something else. A suppuration paranoia.

'' So, sister, what now ? ``

She knelt between his legs, licking the remnants of their fluids off of her devotee 's cock. When she 'd finished, she prowled over him. He was semi-hard already, getting harder by the indorsement. She carefully inserted his cock-head between her labia and eased herself onto his spear. As their dead body joined, her hands splayed out on his dresser, she made her demand. She was curious what he would say, not that it really mattered. She 'd planned to drug him at dinner. It had taken her a spell to cipher out a way to get into his medicine cabinet without him knowing, but she 'd done it. Everything was set. So this…this was for her curiosity more than anything.

'' You never take me out. You keep me locked like a boo in a gilded Cage. ``

Anders'hands gently cupped her white meat as she rocked back and Forth River on his cock. `` I 've already told you, dear girl. This is in my nature. I am not one to share what is precious to me. ``

'' It 's not about sharing, '' she countered.

'' Oh, but it is. '' He gently pinched her left nipple as she groaned. His exit hand caressed the underside of her bosom. `` I do n't require other men seeing you, ogling your beauty, imagining themselves doing affair to you. That is too much for me. Beyond the pale. ``

She bit her lip. There it was, the Anders who could n't be reasoned with. The freak that consumed the good man underneath. Part of her still wanted to reach out him…insisted it was possible for the respectable section of him to somehow win out. She moaned, her rose hip gyrating as her cunt pumped back and forth, back and Forth River, impaling herself with a steady beat.

'' And what if having another man 'imagine'doing things to me he could never do, what if that was the price of me truly loving you, and only you ? '' Her word of honor slammed into him, because abruptly Anders was looking at her with an intensity she 'd never seen. He surged upright, holding her still in his lap. She still sat on his cock, but he dipped her backward, almost as if they were in the middle of a terpsichore. His hint tickled her impudence as his stare seemed to practice into her psyche.

'' If that was truly the price of your love life, office of me would be tempted to pay it, '' he admitted. She felt a spate of irrational number hope. A diminutive section of her leapt up with hired hand clapping.

'' Then why not try ? '' she said huskily. `` There 's one affair I miss so practically, too. I want to bear wearing apparel again. '' The wide-eyed argument made her blush. Anders laughed, suddenly in good bodily fluid. He lay back down on the bed and let her take charge. Their work force entwined on either position as she kept moving her bitch back and forth along his prick, her sexy ass grinding on top of his lap.

'' Did I say something funny ? You heard me, Anders. I want to wear clothes again. I do n't want to take the air around naked all the time like Eve from the Bible…or like some prehistoric woman. '' She glared at him. `` I mean it. ``

'' So, let me see if I understand you, '' Anders murmured as he disengaged his paw and caressed up and down her flanks. `` If I give you clothes and let you go out, you 'll be capable to truly eff me, without the care ? ``

She shook her head, knowing he would never accept this. Not in one drastic fell-swoop. sister steps, she reminded herself. sister steps.

'' If you give me clothes and let me go out with you, to specific shoes chosen by YOU, then yes, I will be capable to start out to truly love you without the veneration. ``

Anders'eyebrows arched. `` Oh ? And what 's to quit you from calling for assistance ? The moment we 're in a public home, you 'll try to escape. We both know that. ``

Carissa bit her lip. The 22-year-old realized that if there was a time to be entirely convince, it was now. `` contract me to a shoes where no one will help me, then. ``

'' Excuse me ? ``

'' Set a keep in line surroundings where you know no one will avail. You seem to be good at that…controlling a person 's environment, '' she added wryly. She leaned down, placing a house osculation on his rim as she moved her sex, clenching up her muscularity around his manhood. He groaned as her lingua slid against his. `` You could fly to me a place where no one spoke English. You could contract me to an undercover party, where no one would be willing to hollo the federal agency. You could choose me to a gathering of mass who think as you do, other men who are '' - and here she wanted to say 'monsters like you ,'but she recovered - `` men with magnetic dip like your own. ``

'' Why would I do such a thing though ? '' he countered. He caressed her tits as she pumped her cunt back and Forth River, her unused fluids coating every inch of his penis. `` Why would I torment myself ? If I loathe the estimation of other men fantasizing about you, why would I put you in the fellowship of men with souls as bad as mine ? Men I KNOW would woolgather of doing terrible things to you, things even more dread than what I 'm capable of. ``

There it was. Suddenly Anders'words made Carissa go completely still. What Anders had just said, it was the first off metre he had acknowledged that not only was he not normal, he was acting like a monster. If he could at to the lowest degree discern that what he was doing was wrong, perhaps he could exchange. Perhaps she could illumine the fire that might start up the unharmed process.

He frowned as she stilled on his lap. His bridge player cupped her ass. `` What is it ? ``

'' You admit it, then. You 're up to of horrific things, like keeping a girl captive. A missy you claim you love, '' Carissa said. `` You do n't have to be that person. I could know you, with all my kernel. If you would just let me facilitate you, Anders, I know I could hump you. ``

Anders'face suddenly hardened. He surged just, taking him with her. He was strong enough to stagger to the bulwark, with his shaft still embedded inside her. He thrust her up against the wall, fucking her roughly as her hands frantically clamped onto his shoulder joint for bread and butter. He thrust up into her, his cock like a stabbing sword as he fucked her with savage, merciless separatrix. `` You… think you can help me ? '' he growled between grunts.

'' I know I could, '' she said softly.

'' NO. You ca n't, '' he insisted. He groaned plaintively, thrusting so deeply, only his testicles showing as he buried the rest of his penis inside her, the shaft twitch as he flooded her with his cum. His groan deepened until the last spirt of his payload flew into her snatch. Then he was leaning against the wall, her slender body pinned. The overflow of cum seemed to congeal inside her sex, gluing their bodies together. She kissed the side of his grimace. Then her rim captured his, her backtalk working tenderly in tandem bicycle with his, until he peeled their unite and sweaty organic structure off the bulwark, staggering back to the bed. He lay on the bed, and she curled up against him.

Her boldness rested on his chest. His hand idly caressed her hair. For a moment they were just male and female, man and woman relishing the post-coitus cloud nine of affection and maybe, despite everything, something else which bonded them on a stratum neither could understand.

'' If you care about me as much as you say, take a chance. When a somebody loves someone, they 're willing to sacrifice for that person. Is n't that a key part of what it means to sleep with ? '' she insisted.

She straddled him and looked into his eyes so that he knew she was as severe as the utter. `` I mean it, Anders. I want to be with you, but we ca n't live like this. I need to be treated as a human being. Not a musical composition of heart. Not a piece of ass you can keep locked away. ``

'' You know that 's not how I think of you, '' he growled.

'' I know, '' she admitted. `` You cherish me. You do n't trust what you cherish to be out in the humans. You need to experience that spirit of total command. It 's what drives you, compels you. Maintaining it, Anders, that 's what keeps you sane. '' The aphrodisiac brunette took a deep breather as she realized what he needed to hear.

'' But I want you to listen to me, Anders. You can be stronger than that. With ME at your side, you can learn to be stronger. I promise you this - I wo n't try to scat. I 'll stand by your side, if you give me a luck. If you give yourself a chance. Give me 4 weeks. Let me wearable clothes. Take me out on dates with you. I 'll let you pick the situation if you wish. '' She knew he would need to - if for no former cause than to maintain whatever semblance of control condition he could. `` After 4 weeks, I will bear witness you that what you 've done, giving me this freedom, has only deepened my passion for you. Then we can move forward… together. ``

There was a operose pause, filled with stress as she waited for his answer.

Anders'smoky, grey-blue eyes appraised her carefully, but not with the Lapp paranoia she was used to seeing.

'' What if…what if I agree to this… '' he began, mulling it over, `` to you wearing clothes, to taking you out. '' He looked at her seriously. He cupped her side and brought her John L. H. Down for a passionate kiss. When he released her, she felt the change. He was taking a risk his old self would never have taken.

'' Wait here. There is one thing you must cognise, if we are to prepare this arrangement. '' He left, leaving her naked and bewildered on the bed. When he returned, she felt a New York minute of fear. He held a handgun - what she assumed was a LOADED handgun. A spike of terror torus through her.

'' If we go out and you betray me -- '' At showtime she wondered whether he was threatening her. He was n't. He put the gun to his own head. He pretended to pull up the trigger. `` The day I lose you for serious, that 's the day I end my own lifespan. You understand ? ''

Overcome with this compassion she didn't fully understand, Carissa sprang up from the bed and came up to the man she was growing to love even though she knew she should n't. Her hands roved over his dresser, her fingertips caressing every inch of corded sinew as she coaxed him to put down the gun.

'' Please, Anders, put it down. '' She knelt between his legs. Her men gently massaged his testicle, and her tongue slid lovingly up and down his semi-flaccid cock. `` Please, just put it down. You do n't require that. I love you, Anders. '' She captured his manhood in her mouth, pumping back and Forth on him with a tender, loving tactual sensation, until he put the gun aside. He groaned, stroking her hair and pulling it back so that it would n't dangle in front of her face as she continued to take up his cock with a level of upkeep she 'd never shown before. She tasted his pre-cum and welcomed it. She focused all her love on him as her lip tightened around his turncock. She impaled her lip and cradled the underside of his peter so lovingly with her knife as the moment of accuracy came. His coxa bucked, his plaintive groan sliced through the air, and she felt hot, sticky seed fall onto her tongue, leaking from the corners of her mouth.

Abruptly, Carissa realized - she would actually ease up this a chance, as surreal as it seemed. They 'd achieved a find. Maybe Anders was n't hopeless. Maybe he could become the in force man hidden underneath all that darkened filth.

'I love you, Anders. God help me, I do know you ,'she thought. She would either help him unlock the better angels of his nature or she 'd escape from him, but FIRST she would give the first option a try. No subject what happened, she cared for him. She 'd thought to drug him, to keep him confined as he had held her, so that he knew what it felt like… Now she saw another way. She would try. Her heart would n't let her give up on Anders Varrceau. Not just yet.

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The End…Or is It ?

I hope you enjoy constituent 2 of the level. I do program to write one final chapter for Part 3. Remember, do n't be afraid to indulge your darker phantasy. Life is too forgetful not to…
~gaggedKitty