S&M or BDSM?”
Again, I have no clue what he’s talking about. “No.”
“I didn’t think you had.”
He didn’t ask a question, so I don’t say anything. I have
the impression he’s enjoying these questions. Again I hear the pages of his
notebook turning.
“We go back to the twenty or so pornographic films you
watched with Steven. Tell me the nature of those films. Were the characters
ever tied or restrained in any way?”
“No.”
“Give me more details, please. What were the films about?”
“They usually just had girls either making out or going down
on each other.”
I have no idea what point he’s trying to make. I hear his
pen whispering across paper. Honestly, why is this important?
“Tell me, did Steven ever touch you in a way you liked?”
“No.”
I hear him stand up and place the notebook down. “There are
too many unanswered questions, American. I don’t know if you’re frigid or if
your former lover was completely incompetent, but I fully intend to find
out.”
I’m not sure what that means, but I don’t like it.
I feel him loosening the ropes around my wrists and ankles.
I try to fight, but it’s as if I’m under water. Ignoring my
rather pathetic attempts, he grabs my wrist and pulls, essentially making me
sit up on the bed. Holding my limp body, he slides behind me. He holds me firm
in one arm.
Strong, gloved fingers rake through my hair. Much to my
surprise, I like how it feels. To be honest, I liked when he did it last night
when he confiscated the bobby pins. Only now there’s nothing to block the
truth.
“Do you like how this feels?”
No! “Yes,” I hear myself whisper. Stupid, treacherous body.
He murmurs something approvingly. He keeps running his
fingers through my hair as if he’s petting me. His body seems to sag a
bit. I think he’s enjoying touching me…and much to my shock, I think I’m
enjoying it too.
After several minutes, he gathers my hair and twists it
several times before folding it up. I feel him leaning into me, but I’m not
certain what he plans to do. He exhales on the exposed flesh behind my neck.
Much to my horror, I actually shudder from the sensation. If
my limbs weren’t so heavy and numb, my reaction may have been even more
dramatic.
“Ah, so you’re not frigid. Interesting.” His words
flutter against the nape of my neck. My nipples even tingle as they harden
against my satin dress.
A bit panic stricken, I try to pull away, but he won’t
release me. “Don’t,” I protest. This is the first time I’ve realized I can
speak voluntarily under the effect of the drug. I just can’t lie. “Please
don’t.” My limbs are heavy and sluggish, making fighting impossible.
I’m sure my seduction teacher would be frowning if she were
watching right now. According to her, I should really be whispering, “Please do .”
But I’m a bit shocked at how much I like his touch. My body may like it, but my
mind is racing in the other direction , No, he’s a Nazi. I’m not supposed to
like his touch.
“Relax, American. I’m not going to rape you. I just want to
see if your body reacts normally to stimulation. And so far, it does.”
“I… No. Don’t.” I struggle harder. Much to my relief, he
leans away from me.
“You liked me touching you, didn’t you?”
Hell no! “Yes.” Damn it!
“You’re resisting because you’re afraid I’ll hurt you,
aren’t you?”
Well, partially. “Yes,” I manage, fighting against the drug.
There’s not a doubt in my mind that my captor will eventually hurt me,
but that’s not quite why I was resisting him.
He doesn’t say anything, but he eases away and then gingerly
lays me back down. He doesn’t tie me up.
“Are you hungry?”
“Yes.”
“In a few moments, the drug will wear off. I’ll allow you to
eat, but we’re not finished yet, American. I have more questions for you.”
After several minutes, the darkness over me lifts and
finally dissolves.
Relieved to be
Again, I have no clue what he’s talking about. “No.”
“I didn’t think you had.”
He didn’t ask a question, so I don’t say anything. I have
the impression he’s enjoying these questions. Again I hear the pages of his
notebook turning.
“We go back to the twenty or so pornographic films you
watched with Steven. Tell me the nature of those films. Were the characters
ever tied or restrained in any way?”
“No.”
“Give me more details, please. What were the films about?”
“They usually just had girls either making out or going down
on each other.”
I have no idea what point he’s trying to make. I hear his
pen whispering across paper. Honestly, why is this important?
“Tell me, did Steven ever touch you in a way you liked?”
“No.”
I hear him stand up and place the notebook down. “There are
too many unanswered questions, American. I don’t know if you’re frigid or if
your former lover was completely incompetent, but I fully intend to find
out.”
I’m not sure what that means, but I don’t like it.
I feel him loosening the ropes around my wrists and ankles.
I try to fight, but it’s as if I’m under water. Ignoring my
rather pathetic attempts, he grabs my wrist and pulls, essentially making me
sit up on the bed. Holding my limp body, he slides behind me. He holds me firm
in one arm.
Strong, gloved fingers rake through my hair. Much to my
surprise, I like how it feels. To be honest, I liked when he did it last night
when he confiscated the bobby pins. Only now there’s nothing to block the
truth.
“Do you like how this feels?”
No! “Yes,” I hear myself whisper. Stupid, treacherous body.
He murmurs something approvingly. He keeps running his
fingers through my hair as if he’s petting me. His body seems to sag a
bit. I think he’s enjoying touching me…and much to my shock, I think I’m
enjoying it too.
After several minutes, he gathers my hair and twists it
several times before folding it up. I feel him leaning into me, but I’m not
certain what he plans to do. He exhales on the exposed flesh behind my neck.
Much to my horror, I actually shudder from the sensation. If
my limbs weren’t so heavy and numb, my reaction may have been even more
dramatic.
“Ah, so you’re not frigid. Interesting.” His words
flutter against the nape of my neck. My nipples even tingle as they harden
against my satin dress.
A bit panic stricken, I try to pull away, but he won’t
release me. “Don’t,” I protest. This is the first time I’ve realized I can
speak voluntarily under the effect of the drug. I just can’t lie. “Please
don’t.” My limbs are heavy and sluggish, making fighting impossible.
I’m sure my seduction teacher would be frowning if she were
watching right now. According to her, I should really be whispering, “Please do .”
But I’m a bit shocked at how much I like his touch. My body may like it, but my
mind is racing in the other direction , No, he’s a Nazi. I’m not supposed to
like his touch.
“Relax, American. I’m not going to rape you. I just want to
see if your body reacts normally to stimulation. And so far, it does.”
“I… No. Don’t.” I struggle harder. Much to my relief, he
leans away from me.
“You liked me touching you, didn’t you?”
Hell no! “Yes.” Damn it!
“You’re resisting because you’re afraid I’ll hurt you,
aren’t you?”
Well, partially. “Yes,” I manage, fighting against the drug.
There’s not a doubt in my mind that my captor will eventually hurt me,
but that’s not quite why I was resisting him.
He doesn’t say anything, but he eases away and then gingerly
lays me back down. He doesn’t tie me up.
“Are you hungry?”
“Yes.”
“In a few moments, the drug will wear off. I’ll allow you to
eat, but we’re not finished yet, American. I have more questions for you.”
After several minutes, the darkness over me lifts and
finally dissolves.
Relieved to be
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