He wanted her to beg. She begged. “Oh, Gunnar, don’t, please don’t.”
“Fuck me, Gunnar, please fuck me,” he said. “I’m a worthless girl, but I’m crazy for you to fuck me.”
She hastily repeated the message, word for word: “Fuck me, Gunnar, please fuck me,” she said. “I’m a worthless girl, but I’m crazy for you to fuck me.”
He rewarded her by taking the fire out of her guts. She sighed in relief as he fingered the cold cube from her body.
“Are you turning me over to the police, Gunnar?”
She knew that WestAir would have her extradited to California and push the trial, too, if he turned her in. If he did, she’d had it.
“Why would I do that, dear heart?” he said. “You’re a computer crook, unconvicted. I’m a computer crook, convicted, though innocent. We’re both under aliases and a long way from the last job. This suggests that the next theft be much bigger and better.”
She gasped as she strained at her bonds. “Gunnar, the only reason I’m setting up Domino is to pay back the hundred thousand. There are ways that won’t hurt them much. I want to return what I stole and clear my name with WestAir. I don’t want to get in deeper.”
“Well, well, such Disney sweetness from the ice blonde! Deeper? Let’s see how deep you really are.”
He leaned forward and plunged his fingers into her cunt.
She had to lift up her belly to this outrageous invasion of her sex organ and give a tremendous gasp at the friction of his fingers. It gave her a sexy if unwelcome thrill. At the same time she was smart enough to see that her luscious body saved her for the moment. He might’ve killed her or roughed her up. He might’ve simply sent the police to get his revenge from the distance. He’d been hung up on her good looks before prison, and he still was.
“Ah, now, Gunnar, that’s no way to treat a fellow computer th-thief!”
“Thief? Huh-uh, not you, Crystal. Not an honest thief. You stole that money for your father and sent him off to one of the Scandinavian countries to live his last two years in comfort. You figured that WestAir took the last ten years of his life, and that’s what you charged them.”
“Oh, Gunnar, your ha-ha-hands!” she gasped as he continued to jack her off.
“He was broke, miserable, suffering. Years ago WestAir was WestShip and he worked with asbestos. So did a lot of men during the war and after. He got lung cancer from the asbestos fibers, but the company disowned responsibility. You made ’em pay.”
“It d-d-doesn’t matter. Ohhh.” She writhed at his fierce use of her box. “He’s been dead t-t-two years now.”
“But the statue of limitations hasn’t run out on your theft, Crystal. They want to nail you. So does the government, because they’re death on the white collar crimes these days. So you plan to steal a little here and a little there, money a big company won’t miss. Then you pay WestAir. They’ll drop charges to get their money back. That’s the kind of thief you are.”
“I have to— ohhh. I have to think of my future now.”
“Not to worry, dear heart. I can take care of that.”
He took out his hand, stood up, and began to undress. She lay there panting helplessly.
“Oh, now, Gunnar. This is wrong, to tie me up and just f-f-fuck me like some tart.”
“Oh, ho! It’s class you want!” He jumped onto the bed naked, his weight making it creak. “Does your vibrator have class?” He picked up the device that still lay there.
She was hot, sexed up, and yet it bothered her intensely to have this twisted, brilliant man use her.
“Gunnar, don’t put a machine in me.”
He merely smiled and turned on the vibrator, then ran it along her wet, pink cunt lips. It buzzed against her pelvic bone and the vibrations seemed to dig inside of her. She stared down her naked belly in horror and saw him violate her with it even as she felt it. The thrill of that big, artificial cock penetrating her tender vagina made her thrust up with a wounded sound: “Oh!”
It was one thing to use a vibrator for your own pleasure, another to have it used on you against your will. She felt it work up her cunt that was swollen and ready from his prior finger-plunging. When she’d taken its smooth thickness and the vibrations burned against her clit she just had to thrust up in fuck motions.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!”
“Well, well. The Scandinavian Ice Princess is human after all. She gets as cunt wet as any silly high school frump.”
“Dammit, Gunnar. Oh, meeeeee,” she wailed. It felt so good, reaming in and out of her cunt, buzzing. As she took the action, she couldn’t help but think of how she herself had used Leaf’s cunt almost the same way a few hours before.
She thought she would only be getting a short reaming before he shoved his big cock into her body. It hung between his legs, hard and ready. With the heat and good sex feeling he’d already worked up in her with his masturbation and the vibrator, she almost wished he would.
But he merely used the vibrator on her, twisting it and using it expertly as she went out of her mind.
“Oh this is silly— that dumb th-th-thing. Ahhh, Gunnar, why? Ohhhhh.”
“I worshipped you, punk kid that I was. I hardly dared think of you as having a cunt and an animal body. It pleases me to see your highness fuck a piece of plastic with a battery in it.”
She went dizzy. She got hotter. She wailed and bucked and begged for mercy and fucked avidly on the vibrator as he continued to drive her up the wall with pleasure from it. There was simply no resisting that man- made prick. A pleasing slick of moisture covered her lovely, nude body while her platinum hair fluffed and floated in beautiful disarray. Finally the ecstasy was too much for her.
“Gunnar— I — I -have to — toooooo…” she sang.
“Give it up, bitch. Let’s see your hot little belly waste itself on plastic.”
She grunted and dug in her heels. She twisted against her tied wrists, lifted her butt, and paid off for him. She felt her cunt throbs strong and powerful on the vibrator. It was humiliating to be used this way, but she had to give up long, luscious throbs of excited girlhood in tribute. She finally tapered and fell back in relief.
“So I— I’m human, Gunnar. Now may I be untied?”
“Soon… soon…”
Through all of this exercise his hazel eyes had gotten a dreamy, faraway look. He planted two powerful thighs under her armpits and brought his cock in front of her face.
“Little girl want a lollipop?”
It was eerie and highly sexual to see the big prick loom, to feel her chin grasped, and then to taste the cock meat of that huge blade. It was dark and powerful looking. He had dark good looks and his stiff prodder was as menacing as a blade of steel, a dagger, might’ve been. She sucked. His powerful body shuddered in exquisite delight.
Her thoughts followed his… Way back then, at WestAir, and later in prison, how often must he have dreamed of forcing his thick cock into her curving curling lips. Well, he had it now! Her spirits had revived. If she wasn’t to be thrown to the police she still might save herself. She might be able to use her strong and beautiful body to burn the sex out of him and escape somehow. She was as smart as he — if she kept her head she could escape, find other cities…
He took his cock out of her mouth. It was covered with her silken saliva. He carefully rubbed the soft gloss on each of her cheeks and his cock felt like a flaming baton, he was so hot. His rod throbbed in pre-orgasmic ecstasy and he moaned.
“I don’t know whether to fuck in your mouth or squirt it all over that beautiful face, the soft skin, those smooth shoulders,” he told her.
She didn’t care. She was getting hot again. It was a powerful cock, loaded for action, and her first orgasm made her hotter.
He pulled her up so he could reach down and palm her big tits as he fucked into her mouth. She felt his heat, smelled him, tasted his fierce cock bunting in her mouth a mile a minute. She could tell by his almost continuous throbs of pleasure that he relived a dream he’d had a thousand times.
“Oh, baby, you are sucking, sucking…”
She began to moan and keen, helping him get it off, aware of the fierce pressure in his groin. He came so fast
