pressing down on hers.
The bed squeaked when he lay down next to her, pressing his massive body against hers. Those disgusting, rubbery lips edged round to her neck, where he snuffled like a pig. His hands roamed her body, surprisingly gentle but nonetheless abhorrent to her very soul.
Through her haze of disgust, the thought occurred to her; he wants me to want him.
“Untie me,” she whispered, thinking clearly for the first time since she had set foot in this fucking hell hole of a village.
He hesitated, his huge body falling still.
Going against every natural instinct she possessed, she lifted up a leg and ran her foot suggestively down the length of one tree trunk leg.
He grunted, and it sounded approving.
“Untie me, big boy,” she said again.
He straddled her and she whimpered. She wrapped her legs around him.
Oh God, what am I doing?
Surviving, that’s what…
His shovel hands engulfed her wrists. But he didn’t untie her, instead he just held his hands there and moved down to latch his mouth onto a nipple.
Beth moaned in desperation, shuddering when his fat tongue circled the fear stiffened bud. Instantly her entire breast was wet with his slobber and there was nothing she could do to stem the tears.
She forced herself to massage his side with her inner thigh. Every time the scratchy material of his trousers grazed her pussy she felt something inside her wither and die.
His fingers hesitantly explored the knot of rope at her wrists as he made a meal of her tit. He wa s getting rougher by the second; she could feel teeth scraping her nipple.
“That’s it baby, let me use my hands on you.”
He fiddled with the rope some more, but then stopped to move further down her body.
A moan of abject terror escaped her lips when his mouth went straight between her legs. His tongue stabbed at her labia, parting the dry folds with his slimy tongue.
Her mouth opened in a silently inhaled scream of repulsion.
She looked down over her heaving, spittle sheened chest to the bald head rammed between her legs.
“Oh God,” she moaned, pulling with all her might at her restraints and writhing helplessly.
She felt something give slightly at her wrists and instantly she stopped squirming.
She tugged her hands again and she felt the rope slip slightly over her skin, chaffing her. When man-mountain was contemplating untying her, he must have loosened the knot.
Her heart surged in fresh hope. Maybe she could whack him one over the head while he was eating her out…
His tongue stabbed at her clit. Was he seriously wanting to arouse her? That thought was more terrifying than anything else he might do to her.
His hands roamed back up to her breasts as he lapped at her clit. She winced in physical and mental pain at the onslaught to her senses. He squeezed her soggy breasts so hard he left finger marks.
She couldn’t take much more. She was so close to ripping her hands free of the loosened rope and running for the door, for all the good it would do her. She knew it would be a mistake. She knew she wouldn’t get far, but if it meant a mere five seconds respite without this animal mauling her, then it was worth it…
She was saved from making the most foolhardy decision of her life by a voice calling out.
“Michael? Get down here and give me a hand!”
The voice was familiar. The old fucker from the pub. The one that had offered the boys a lift to the main road…
Although somehow she doubted very much that was where they had ended up.
Michael paused, his tongue ceasing to swirl on her spit drenched vagina. With an almighty sigh, he rolled off the bed.
Beth found herself staring in horror at the erection straining the crotch of the dirty grey trousers when he stood by the side of the bed. The bulge was huge, in proportion to the rest of him.
Relief swept through her when he walked towards the door.
At last, she was alone. Frantically she jerked and tugged at the ropes. Her entire body was a trembling,
The bed squeaked when he lay down next to her, pressing his massive body against hers. Those disgusting, rubbery lips edged round to her neck, where he snuffled like a pig. His hands roamed her body, surprisingly gentle but nonetheless abhorrent to her very soul.
Through her haze of disgust, the thought occurred to her; he wants me to want him.
“Untie me,” she whispered, thinking clearly for the first time since she had set foot in this fucking hell hole of a village.
He hesitated, his huge body falling still.
Going against every natural instinct she possessed, she lifted up a leg and ran her foot suggestively down the length of one tree trunk leg.
He grunted, and it sounded approving.
“Untie me, big boy,” she said again.
He straddled her and she whimpered. She wrapped her legs around him.
Oh God, what am I doing?
Surviving, that’s what…
His shovel hands engulfed her wrists. But he didn’t untie her, instead he just held his hands there and moved down to latch his mouth onto a nipple.
Beth moaned in desperation, shuddering when his fat tongue circled the fear stiffened bud. Instantly her entire breast was wet with his slobber and there was nothing she could do to stem the tears.
She forced herself to massage his side with her inner thigh. Every time the scratchy material of his trousers grazed her pussy she felt something inside her wither and die.
His fingers hesitantly explored the knot of rope at her wrists as he made a meal of her tit. He wa s getting rougher by the second; she could feel teeth scraping her nipple.
“That’s it baby, let me use my hands on you.”
He fiddled with the rope some more, but then stopped to move further down her body.
A moan of abject terror escaped her lips when his mouth went straight between her legs. His tongue stabbed at her labia, parting the dry folds with his slimy tongue.
Her mouth opened in a silently inhaled scream of repulsion.
She looked down over her heaving, spittle sheened chest to the bald head rammed between her legs.
“Oh God,” she moaned, pulling with all her might at her restraints and writhing helplessly.
She felt something give slightly at her wrists and instantly she stopped squirming.
She tugged her hands again and she felt the rope slip slightly over her skin, chaffing her. When man-mountain was contemplating untying her, he must have loosened the knot.
Her heart surged in fresh hope. Maybe she could whack him one over the head while he was eating her out…
His tongue stabbed at her clit. Was he seriously wanting to arouse her? That thought was more terrifying than anything else he might do to her.
His hands roamed back up to her breasts as he lapped at her clit. She winced in physical and mental pain at the onslaught to her senses. He squeezed her soggy breasts so hard he left finger marks.
She couldn’t take much more. She was so close to ripping her hands free of the loosened rope and running for the door, for all the good it would do her. She knew it would be a mistake. She knew she wouldn’t get far, but if it meant a mere five seconds respite without this animal mauling her, then it was worth it…
She was saved from making the most foolhardy decision of her life by a voice calling out.
“Michael? Get down here and give me a hand!”
The voice was familiar. The old fucker from the pub. The one that had offered the boys a lift to the main road…
Although somehow she doubted very much that was where they had ended up.
Michael paused, his tongue ceasing to swirl on her spit drenched vagina. With an almighty sigh, he rolled off the bed.
Beth found herself staring in horror at the erection straining the crotch of the dirty grey trousers when he stood by the side of the bed. The bulge was huge, in proportion to the rest of him.
Relief swept through her when he walked towards the door.
At last, she was alone. Frantically she jerked and tugged at the ropes. Her entire body was a trembling,
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