Bryon looked through the peephole, there she was. His price. She hung, suspended from ropes. Arms spread wide, legs spread even wider. She was beautiful, long blonde hair that fell in gentle waves down her back to her waist, her face hung down right now, blocking his view. But he knew every inch of her face. Large blue eyes, rimmed with long dark eyesashes, a small pert nose and luscious lips that Just begged for a man to kiss them. Her name was Nancy, and she was still wearing that sleek red dress, that form fitted her; accenting her large breasts, and small hourglass figure. The dress was short, and since he had spread her legs so much, it was bunched up at her waist, showing off her lacy black thong. He wondered if her pussy was saden, or if she left a little hair down there. God he wanted her. He wanted his long thick dick inside her. It was a all consuming thought. Bryon moved a hand over his dick, rubbing himself through his jeans. The blood raced down, filling his dick making it hard. Moaning to himself, he forced himself to stop. Now that he had Nancy all to himself, he would only enjoy himself with her.
He moved to the door and unlocked it, forcing it open. The sketch the rusty door made woke Nancy. She moaned deep in her throat as she came to. Her small head rolled, and finally she lifted it, blinking her eyes as she became accustomed to the darkness. Bryon was already use to it, so he watched. Her mouth was gagged with a large ball gag, her lips were forced open and it only made him hotter to see her gagged, and spread eagle. She tried to scream, fighting her restraints that held her tight. Smiling he moved to the corner of the room, drawing her attention to him. Bryon picked up a knife and moved closer to her.
“Nancy, my Nancy. You are so beautiful. You and I are going to have some fun now. You are mine now. Do you understand me? I’m going to use you any way I see fit. You are my sex slave.I’m going to fuck you until your pussy is raw, then I’ll fuck you some more. You are mine to do with as I see fit now. You had best understand that.” Bryon stated his voice low and husky. She screamed and tried to speak, but with the ball gag she couldn’t do much. He laughed, enjoying her fear.
Her breathing became rapid, as tears fell from her eyes. His attention was drawn to her large D cup size breasts. Lifting a hand he lifted one. It was more then a handful, and spilled out of his hands. Licking his lips, he raised his other hand with the knife and ran it across her nipples. They puzzled under the dress and she screamed, attempting to escape his touch.
“Your breasts are magnificent. They are beautiful. We must release them. I have to touch them.” Bryon said flicking the nipple with his thumb. Using the knife he cut the straps, making goose bumps rise up on her delicate skin. Pushing the red dress down to her waist her boobs bounced free. She screamed and thrashed as much as she could, only arousing him more.
Bryon’s breathing became heavy. Her nipples were large, coral in color; both were erect due to the cold, and fear he guessed. Wanting to see her scared, he brought the knife back up running the sharp edge over her nipples, softly so as to not cut her. She immediately stopped thrashing and only cried. He couldn’t stand it, leaning over he took one nipple into his mouth, flicking the nipple with his tongue, sucking it harshly into his mouth. He moaned, and bit down. Turning his head so he could see the other breast he played with the other one with the knife, running its cold steel over it, running the blade across the nipple toying with the sharp point on the nipple. She cried and attempted to beg, but too afraid to move. Drawing back he looked at her. She was shaking, she was so afraid. Tears ran freely down her face. Her bright blue eyes looked at him with a mixture of hatred and fear, loathing and discontent. He laughed. This is what he wanted. He wanted Nancy to be afraid; he wanted her at his mercy. Knowing that her very life was in his hands at this very moment made him very excited. Licking his lips he leaned in and took a deep breath at the base of her neck, inhaling her scent. Musk, and lilies, perhaps a little sweat, she smelled as beautiful as she looked.
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Please tell me if this story is one I should continue. I’ve written more stories I’m going to submit them. But I don’t know if I like this story or at least the start of it…please let me know
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