Fuck me goooooood!'
He rammed his hips forward as she wantonly spread her legs. The first thrust missed its target. The purpled knob of his cock went skittering off down the damp cradle of her pussy lips. But the second thrust was dead on target. He speared deep into her scathing hot pussy.
As he penetrated her body, she didn't know if she was going to faint or come. The sensations inside her were too confused. She had been abused and tortured and then fucked. She had begun mixing pleasure and pain into one heady wine.
Now that she was seeking out the man's cock without any agony involved, she hardly knew how to respond.
But the powerful movements of his prick brought back the old reflexes. His cock swelled as he stroked in and out of her body. She sobbed and moaned and began to respond fully. She became a part of the fucking. The dark-haired woman had never been content to simply lie like a log under a man while he fucked her pussy. She had to move, cry out, respond totally to his cock.
'Give me more. Fuck me till you split me apart all the way to the chin. God, how I need your cock. It's super! Give it all to me, all of it!'
'Shit, baby, you're so damn tight you're crushing the life out of me. Gotta take it easy far a second. Get my wind back.'
'No, no,' she cried, her fingernails ripping at his broad back. 'Ride me hard, ride me and shove that cock all the way up so it comes out my mouth. I want it now!'
He began fucking her with long, slow movements that drove her insane with need. She felt the throbbing, dancing cock press against her cunt walls. His strong hands went under her armpits and over her shoulders to give him the best possible leverage. His toes dug into the bed and he arched up and fucked straight into her pussy.
She had to ram her hips downward to meet his incoming stroke. Every time he fucked into her, he sank just a little farther. Soon enough, he was balls-deep. She ground her snatch into his crotch. The cock stirred in her guts like a spoon in a mixing bowl.
The feelings were too intense for her. She came hard. She shrieked and thrashed around and hunched up to meet his smoothly fucking cock. She needed that cock more than anything else in the world. And she got it! Repeatedly, he stuffed it balls-deep into her body.
The sexual tensions in her belly didn't diminish after her come. If anything, they were more intense than before. She had to feed those desires. The woman rolled both of them over so she was on top now. Her hips worked like pistons moving her cunt up and down on that thick spike of impaling prick. She fucked herself until she was gasping for air. Liquid fire gushed in and out of her lungs. And she came again.
The man rolled her back over and kept his prick moving, even faster. He picked up the tempo until his hips blurred with the motion. He drove himself far up into her humid depths and then paused, only to race out, pause while he was between her trembling cunt lips, and then retraced the path.
'You're too damn hot inside,' he moaned out. 'Feels like a fucking blast furnace. You're gonna melt me to slag.'
'No, no,' she cried out. 'I won't. Don't stop fucking. I need it.' She curled her legs around the man's waist and pulled him powerfully into her body. With her ankles locked behind his back, she could get better control over both the rhythm of the fucking and the depth of his penetration.
'Don't worry,' he panted. 'I won't stop.'
'No, don't, don't!'
The woman went off like a string of Fourth of July firecrackers. She couldn't hold back the intense feelings. She came repeatedly. Her cunt convulsed and smashed down hard on the hidden prick inside it. She felt every single contour of that mighty fuck stick.
'Oh, oh, sweet Jesus,' the man called out. 'Gonna come. Can't hold back much longer.'
'Not yet, you bastard,' she moaned through gritted teeth. 'I want to get off one more time.'
He hardly heard her. The blood roared in his temples. His vision had blurred. And his cock felt like a fuse that had been lit. The slow fire burned down into the powder keg of his balls, then exploded. He spewed forth his white-hot seed into her hungrily sucking cunt.
His sperm had semen whitewashed her cunt walls, but she hardly noticed. She was lost in the fairyland of another orgasm.
He pumped fiercely, then sank down between her legs, exhausted by the effort expended. In a few minutes, after his prick had limply fallen from her twat, Lucien slept peacefully. Tanya struggled and heaved and finally rolled tiw naked man over onto his back.
Silently she stood and rubbed her aching snatch. He had really fucked her good. She would be sore for days. But it had been worth it, in more ways than one. She had really gotten a normal fucking out of one of the staff – and she now had his pants.
In one pocket was a ring of keys. She grabbed the first dress she saw in the closet and went to the door of her prison. A lush prison, true, but still a jail cell as surely as if it had had metal bars and cold cement walls. She opened the lock, went out into the hall and re-locked the door. Let Lucien explain his way out of this one!
Tanya took the time to slide the dress on and then looked up and down the hall. She had scant idea how to escape. She had tried the front door before and run into Henrietta. That might have been planned. The longer she stayed around her the more she wondered at Mr. Steele's total control. Nothing happened without him okaying it.
She ran toward the back of the house and checked one of the windows. It was firmly nailed into place. It would take a crowbar to pry it open. She searched and found servant's stairs going down to the kitchen. She didn't hesitate. She went down.
Hesitantly, Tanya poked her head around the corner and studied the kitchen area. It was empty. The most modem equipment possible filled every nook and cranny. She went out, saw a microwave oven and popped a piece of meat from a nearby platter into it. She let it heat for a few seconds and then ate it, smiling.
Nothing but the best for Mr. Steele. But she was going to be free of him now. All she had to do was walk out the back door and run to the highway and hitch a ride.
Freedom!
She tried the backdoor and found it locked. Fumbling at Lucien's keyring, she tried one key after another. None fit the lock. Furious, sure that she'd been in too much of a hurry, she tried all of them again. Still no luck.
Turning to head for the front of the house where one of the keys might work, she stopped dead in her tracks. Sitting at the kitchen table were Mr. Steele and Henrietta. They had been watching her every move.
'Yes, my dear,' said the cold Mr. Steele. 'We just wanted to watch as you tried to escape. Nothing is more cruel than giving hope, then taking it away. Your discipline for trying to escape will be all the more dreadful for you now. Henrietta, she is all yours.'
Tanya watched in shocked silence as Mr. Steele rose, and left the room. All she could heat was Henrietta's evil laugh.
CHAPTER SEVEN
'This is cruel! This is inhuman! You're violating my civil rights. You can't do this to me!' she screamed. But they didn't heed her pleas.
Mr. Steele stood in front of her and simply stared. With her hands tied behind her back she couldn't reach out and strangle the man. With her feet just inches off the cold stone floor, she couldn't kick him. And her head, neck and shoulders hurt like hell.
Henrietta had brought her into the room and strung her up by the long mane of her midnight black hair. The woman had thrown a handful of the hair through a big ring, then tied it firmly in a knot sure not to come loose. Then Henrietta had pulled at a winch and Tanya found herself being dragged off the ground by her hair.
It hurt. It hurt bad.
