mastered and now she must serve.
The guard was pumping into her faster and faster, thudding into her pubic mound without any thought for her comfort. His thrusts were making the frame of the rack shake and setting her breasts trembling. His eyes were half closed and his face contorted with concentration, focusing entirely on his own pleasure. But that was what she was there for: to give pleasure.
With a groan of dismay, she felt his sperm burst within her. Not again! She still hadn’t come. His hips jerked spasmodically, ejecting the last few drops. For a few seconds he stood hunched over her, breathing heavily, a faraway look of perfect satisfaction on his face. Then he slowly withdrew his glistening shaft from her reluctant passage and zipped himself up.
Vanessa ached with doubly unsatisfied need. She’d no idea denial could be such torture. She wanted to beg him to bring her off with his fingers, but knew it would do no good. What she wanted didn’t matter.
‘Thank you, sir,’ she choked out.
He grinned. ‘Hope we meet again.’ Then he turned and left the cell. It had all taken less than ten minutes.
As Sandra dutifully cleansed her once more, Vanessa wrestled with her disjointed thoughts.
She’d just had sex with a strange man while tied to a rack. Had it been rape? No, she’d begged him like a slut on heat. It had been her choice, in a way. Was this better than hours of public exposure before the perverts outside? Her choice, but look where it had got her. Why had Sir Harvey chosen her of all people to investigate Shiller? Why had she been so clever getting herself inside but not out again? Dare she ever write about how she felt right now?
She twisted her head round to look at Sandra, mute and hooded, placidly seated beside the rack. How could the girl be so perfectly calm, so … peaceful? Had the fight been driven out of her? If she was kept here long enough, would that happen to her?
Ten minutes later the stouter of the two guards entered her cell. Was he Josh or Harry? Did it matter?
He closed the door and immediately started undressing. In a minute he was naked, a slight paunch overhanging his swelling, protruding, purple-veined penis.
He circled the rack, examining Vanessa intently from all angles. She twisted her head to follow him with wide, anxious eyes, but she said nothing. The sense of utter helplessness combined with mounting excitement grew within her once more. Her nipples, which had softened slightly with waiting, now hardened again. Her hot, gaping holes ached to be filled. She was nothing but a slut on heat who needed serving.
The man stepped nearer and gently touched her cheek, then her shoulder. He rubbed the soft hollow of her armpit, he squeezed her pectorals, circled her abused breasts with his fingertips, pinched and rolled her nipples, kneaded the trembling flesh of her stomach and ran his palms over her widespread inner thighs. With the satisfaction of a connoisseur he cupped her wet cleft mound, tugged her pubic hair and ground his thumb into the hard bud of her clitoris.
His erection was standing out rock-hard now, and Vanessa saw a drop of natural lubrication glistening on its tip. She knew that rod of flesh would soon be inside her.
His thumb slid down her cleft and into the dripping mouth of her vagina, while his forefinger slipped easily past the sphincter of her greased anus and tickled the soft elastic tunnel within. She was so open, so ready. Vanessa closed her eyes and groaned in ecstasy at his teasing touch. Yes, he would bring her the release she craved. It was wonderful …
Thwack!
Vanessa gave a shriek of surprise at the band of fire that exploded across her bottom. She opened her eyes to find the man had taken a cane from the wall rack and lashed it across her taut buttocks and bulging mound of Venus. A second and third blow followed in quick succession. She jerked at her bonds, the tendons of her inner thighs standing out as she tried futilely to close
The guard was pumping into her faster and faster, thudding into her pubic mound without any thought for her comfort. His thrusts were making the frame of the rack shake and setting her breasts trembling. His eyes were half closed and his face contorted with concentration, focusing entirely on his own pleasure. But that was what she was there for: to give pleasure.
With a groan of dismay, she felt his sperm burst within her. Not again! She still hadn’t come. His hips jerked spasmodically, ejecting the last few drops. For a few seconds he stood hunched over her, breathing heavily, a faraway look of perfect satisfaction on his face. Then he slowly withdrew his glistening shaft from her reluctant passage and zipped himself up.
Vanessa ached with doubly unsatisfied need. She’d no idea denial could be such torture. She wanted to beg him to bring her off with his fingers, but knew it would do no good. What she wanted didn’t matter.
‘Thank you, sir,’ she choked out.
He grinned. ‘Hope we meet again.’ Then he turned and left the cell. It had all taken less than ten minutes.
As Sandra dutifully cleansed her once more, Vanessa wrestled with her disjointed thoughts.
She’d just had sex with a strange man while tied to a rack. Had it been rape? No, she’d begged him like a slut on heat. It had been her choice, in a way. Was this better than hours of public exposure before the perverts outside? Her choice, but look where it had got her. Why had Sir Harvey chosen her of all people to investigate Shiller? Why had she been so clever getting herself inside but not out again? Dare she ever write about how she felt right now?
She twisted her head round to look at Sandra, mute and hooded, placidly seated beside the rack. How could the girl be so perfectly calm, so … peaceful? Had the fight been driven out of her? If she was kept here long enough, would that happen to her?
Ten minutes later the stouter of the two guards entered her cell. Was he Josh or Harry? Did it matter?
He closed the door and immediately started undressing. In a minute he was naked, a slight paunch overhanging his swelling, protruding, purple-veined penis.
He circled the rack, examining Vanessa intently from all angles. She twisted her head to follow him with wide, anxious eyes, but she said nothing. The sense of utter helplessness combined with mounting excitement grew within her once more. Her nipples, which had softened slightly with waiting, now hardened again. Her hot, gaping holes ached to be filled. She was nothing but a slut on heat who needed serving.
The man stepped nearer and gently touched her cheek, then her shoulder. He rubbed the soft hollow of her armpit, he squeezed her pectorals, circled her abused breasts with his fingertips, pinched and rolled her nipples, kneaded the trembling flesh of her stomach and ran his palms over her widespread inner thighs. With the satisfaction of a connoisseur he cupped her wet cleft mound, tugged her pubic hair and ground his thumb into the hard bud of her clitoris.
His erection was standing out rock-hard now, and Vanessa saw a drop of natural lubrication glistening on its tip. She knew that rod of flesh would soon be inside her.
His thumb slid down her cleft and into the dripping mouth of her vagina, while his forefinger slipped easily past the sphincter of her greased anus and tickled the soft elastic tunnel within. She was so open, so ready. Vanessa closed her eyes and groaned in ecstasy at his teasing touch. Yes, he would bring her the release she craved. It was wonderful …
Thwack!
Vanessa gave a shriek of surprise at the band of fire that exploded across her bottom. She opened her eyes to find the man had taken a cane from the wall rack and lashed it across her taut buttocks and bulging mound of Venus. A second and third blow followed in quick succession. She jerked at her bonds, the tendons of her inner thighs standing out as she tried futilely to close
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