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Prison Break! (Mr. M and Nurse K)

"Thank you," she said cooingly as he gave her the formal permission. She could have done it without asking him, but she knew that he would like it if she asked. She knew he would like to see that she had grown more used to the idea of being a sex slave. 'Slave' still had a bad taste in her mouth, but with the sex added on to it it wasn't too horrible. At least they weren't making her move giant boulders and whipping her or something.

She rested her hands on his shoulders and then plunged down onto him, feeling his rigid length sink deep inside of her. She realized that she was usually on top when they had sex, but that she was never really in control. She adored that. He could control her even when she was the one holding him down (as he could easily knock her off if he so pleased). She sunk down until she felt his base and then began to rock back and forth on him, slowly at first.
 
He slid his hands to her hips as she raised herself, and when she sank down, clasping his length in the wet folds of her sex, he moaned his pleasure. God, she was so intense and sensual, it almost alarmed him. He's managed to unlock something in this girl that was amazing and the real treasure of the escape. He thought it was their freedom, but he'd been wrong: it was their hostage.

His fingers tightened on her hips as she rocked, swirling his cock inside her with the motions of her hips. He sighed and ran his fingers up her sides to cup her breasts, palming her nipples while he gave the soft, hanging tissue a little gentle massage, leaning up to kiss her as she moved on him.
 
She kissed him back eagerly when he leaned up and pressed his lips to hers. She opened her mouth right away, this time seeking out his tongue instead of letting him come to her. She danced and massaged her tongue with his, sliding her hands up from his shoulders to the back of his neck again. He stroked his neck with one hand and entangled the other in his hair. She was going slower this time than she had been the first, taking more time to be sensuous with him.

She felt her clit grind up against him with every bounce she made, and it made her shiver. She moaned right into his mouth, her breasts pressed up against him too. She couldn't believe how good he made her feel. She would ride him every single time if that was what he wanted. She'd never complain once about having to do the work. She wanted to work for him, wanted to make him feel good.
 
He loved how she moved, how she ground on him, the little shocks that went through her when she was gyrating on him. He could feel her dedication, her devotion, how she was working to please him, and he didn't think anyone had worked on him like that. Not for so long, not with such... such love. He felt her fingers in his hair, and rubbed his head against her, moaning. "God, you're fantastic, the way you squeeze on me... fuck, yes, you lovely slut of mine..."

He continued to massage her breasts, moaning. She was moving on him with such carnal grace, he hated to stop her, change the approach. Indeed, this was quite a fine position. But he wanted to try other things, too, eventually; he wanted to take the opportunity to explore, experiment, try different things, but this time, right here, right now... he was willing to let her give him his first orgasm of the evening on her own. It seemed... right, somehow. She would feel like she earned anything else he could give her... and he intended to give her a lot.
 
"Aagghh," she moaned, her inner muscles squeezing him tightly as she grew closer and closer to orgasm. She seemed to change gears and was suddenly moving a lot faster and harder than she had been. Before she was making an effort for pleasure, but now she was making the effort for climax. She bucked against him wildly, his sitting position making it a lot easier for her to be rough with her movements.

When she felt that she was about to cum she opened her eyes and kept his gaze. "M-m-master," she whined, her face changing right there in front of him as she finally reached her peak and orgasmed. She tried to keep his eyes the entire time, to prove again that this was more for him than it was for her.
 
While he was exulting in the way she moved, his eyes were half-lidded with passion, but when she called him Master, he opened them fully and gazed at her. At first he thought she was asking permission to cum, and he had the flash that it was something of an advanced state of submission, that, but then he realized no, it wasn't permission; it was dedication. He watched her face change as he felt her body spasm and quake, saw the orgasm rip through her because of him, and his name was on her lips... no, actually, not his name, but his title, "Master." She dedicated her orgasm to her Master, like a good sub.

"Oh, God," he moaned. "My little fucker, you. Don't stop, ride that orgasm, draw it out with me, you squeeze me sooo goooood..." he hissed this last as her body milked him, not quite as she had with Levins, but quite tightly enough. He couldn't believe it, but he felt that tingle in the base of his cock, and the rush, and he knew she was claiming yet another dose of his seed, yet another orgasm of his. And of course, as a responsible Master, he gave it willingly, grabbing her hips and pulling her still-quaking body down on him, grinding up into her, once again mashing her clit against him, knowing it would draw her out or send her off again...
 
Elsa had never had two orgasms on top of each other before, but then again she'd never really had sex the way she had it with T-Bone before. Her first one was incredible enough, but as she continued to ride him hard (as he'd ordered and as she was more than glad to do) she felt her body quaking and shivering with pleasure. Then he came inside of her, and that sensation added even more to her already heightened senses. He pushed her off the edge once again when he grabbed her hips and mashed her clit against him.

She actually yelped, her body seemingly jolting as she felt another orgasm suddenly flame up inside of her and then immediately explode. She hadn't known that could happen, and she was sent into another universe by it. She whined probably so loudly that they could hear it clearly in the next room. She was so drunk with pleasure from this that she could barely even think. Even as her second orgasm rode out she pounded down on him, her face now buried in his neck. She was gasping for breath, her body unsure what to do now that it'd been pleased in ways it hadn't been prepared for.
 
He could feel her go through her second peak, even as he emptied himself into her. She buried her face against him, and he grabbed her to him, but her hips still pounded down, almost reflexively, not even within her control any longer. And that constant friction kept him stiff, even during his post-orgasm sensitivity. He moaned into her hair, as he nuzzled into her, raising his hips to meet her reflexive moves.

Since he was still hard, he acted, before he lost it. This was a unique situation for him, as well, and he didn't want to waste it. He rolled them over, with her still wrapped around him, and began to grind against her from above. She was still shaking, but he didn't want to lose this, he wanted to carry it through, push it forward. He went slow, at first, spending time grinding against her, hopefully stimulating her clit even more, even further.
 
She barely made any sound when he rolled them over. Normally it would have frightened her or exhilarated her, but right now she was so completely lost that the movement only felt natural. Her back flattened out against the bed and her her legs wrapped around him completely now with free space behind him to do so. Her arms wrapped around his neck and hugged him as tight to her as she possibly could. Their bodies were more one now than they'd ever been.

Her body couldn't be still though. He was still grinding against her oversensitive clit, and at this point it was so sensitive that it kind of hurt. She threw her head back against the pillow and whined, trying to find some kind of control over herself, but there was none for her to find. He owned her body at this point, it would do anything he told it to.
 
Once he'd caught his breath, he began to pump. Oh, Elsa's rocking and bouncing were excellent and highly effective, but the sensation of a good long sliding thrust and withdraw was so primal and basic, it was nearly mindless. He drew himself back most of the way out; just the head was basically still within her. Then he just let his hips drop, eased back inside, a steady but not hurried thrust, until he was buried in her, enclosed within her. And then he ground a little bit, just a slight circle, which not only slid his body against her clit, but it swirled his stiff cock deep inside her, hitting as many of her interior spots as he could.

He loved the feel of her legs around him, her arms around him. He felt almost strangled, so tight she was gripping him, but he loved it, that she was that attached, that dedicated. It felt awesome to be wanted that much, craved that deeply; he had never felt anything like it. And he loved the feeling; it made him powerful and humble and cocky and respectful, all at once and in turn. It was complicated, but he found he enjoyed feeling complicated with her, particularly with her writhing and almost mewling under him as he luxuriated in the deep strokes he was fucking into her.
 
It was like she was in heaven. Elsa had never felt like this, ever, not even close, in her life. Her body was completely consumed by the pleasure T-Bone was giving her, nothing else existed in these moments. Her clit felt like it was on fire, it was getting so much attention. And then at the same time he would grind inside of her, his cock rubbing against her deepest and most sensitive spots. She'd cummed twice already, within the span of five minutes, but it was going to happen again. She tried to flail and kick as he ground deep into her, but he was holding her so tightly that she could barely move. She could do nothing against him, she could only accept the wild pleasure he gave her.

And then it happened. Her inner muscles squeezed him more tightly than they had been and then released, her third flood of juices pouring down his cock. She gasped for breath, on the brink of fainting from the intensity of their relations.
 
T-Bone felt her go off again, and he... frankly, he didn't know that it was significant. He'd been with many women who were multi-orgasmic, he just figured she was another one. So he moved ahead steadily, methodically, pushing her higher while she was coming apart beneath him. He kept going, feeling his own second climax begin to stir, to rise, as he noted her response, her reaction, her twitching around and against him. He just held her there, enjoying the feeling of stroking into her.

If anything, he noted her flailing limbs, and pinned them, grabbing her wrists and holding them down just beside her head, and widening his legs to pin hers down, making her well and truly helpless as he lifted and lowered his pelvis steadily, pumping consistently and deeply into her, just beginning to pick up speed as he just began to sight his next orgasm. It was amazing how wonderful this girl was for his stamina and refresh rate. He felt like he could do this all night, if he didn't have to sleep.
 
Forget heaven, Elsa was now floating about in some alternate universe. T-Bone seemed to thrive off of her movements and pinned her down completely to keep her from wriggling any more. He pinned her legs down with his own, spreading her pussy open even more to him. And then her wrists were pinned down beside her head, the only part of her that could even remotely move was her hips, and even then all she could do was grind back up against him.

She could feel him pick up speed and his cock began to throb inside of her again, she knew he was going to cum again. She'd cum three times already and he was just coming up on his second. She wasn't sure that she could cum a fourth time, but three was way more than enough for her. If she hadn't been before, Elsa was most definitely attached to T-Bone now. Any man that could give her three mind-blowing orgasms in the space of ten minutes deserved worship and adoration.
 
He could feel his breath getting short, his heart speeding up, and his second orgasm taking its time to arrive, but coming without question. He didn't know why she had stopped orgasming, though. He could feel her arousal every time she moaned and moved under him; she was hot as a blast furnace, he could tell, but she wasn't peaking anymore, just maintaining at a high level of eye-rolling arousal. This... was not good enough for T-Bone when he was in this mode, in this carnal pleasure mode. He demanded more of his partner, more response, more having pleasure.

So he fought back his slowly-rising orgasm, he delayed it, and he started pushing for another one for her. He bent his head and nipped at her neck and shoulder, going for a sensuous bite of possession while he pumped and ground and swirled, intensifying his actions within her, trying to coax that last peak and crest out of her body, whether she wanted to give it or not...
 
Was he really trying to get her off again? She could tell he was trying to do something, the way his movements changed. He was now going harder against her, intensifying what he was doing. And then he bit her, and she fell off of whatever platform she was trying to control herself on. Her pussy muscles contracted on him again, even more tightly than the first three times, and her body began milking him just the way she had been doing with Levins before. Her cum rocketed out of her and she nearly screamed her pleasure, her entire body shaking and trembling.

She opened her eyes and found his, looking at him with a look that could only be had when being fucked. He was literally fucking her until she had no energy left, until she passed out with sexual exhaustion. It was amazing, truly amazing. Her pussy milked him throughout her orgasm, as if begging him to climax too.
 
He rose back up after he bit her and she went crazy. He loved it, feeling her contract and cum and gush up around him again, just giving him all he could possibly have asked for in response. He looked at her, saw her eyes wide and half-glassy with the sheer ecstatic pleasure of it, that unique look of sex, and her body clenched and spasmed and milked him, and he felt his orgasm rush from holding pattern to arrival, and he couldn't help himself as his own face contorted in orgasm and he came, came deep in her again, not nearly the volume of before but who could do that in such a short period of time? The fact that anything came out of him was impressive.

And then he was spent, and sweating, and out of breath, panting above her, barely supporting himself as he gazed at her lying there, seemingly barely conscious her own damn self. God, he adored her now, and the way she was looking at him... it was incredible. Such connection, contentment, desire, commitment, devotion, and love, they were all in her eyes. He was transfixed, and stayed raised on wobbly arms, just gazing at her.
 
She gave a weak but satisfied whimper when she felt him cum inside of her. That was such an amazing feeling. She kept her gaze on him as he slowed down and then stopped, just hovering above her and staring into her eyes. She slowly loosed her arms from around him and stroked the back of his neck gently. Then she leaned up and pressed her lips to his, very lovingly, never moving her eyes from his. It was like she was doting upon him after he'd come home from a long day at work or something. Like she'd been waiting for him so long and now that he was here, all she could do was lavish little bits of affection on him.

She didn't try to move, her limbs still pinned down by him. She didn't want to move though. She felt perfect the way she was, spread, sweating, gooey, and loved.
 
After he'd cum, his grip was slack, so she was able to slip her hands free and stroke the back of his neck, then came up to kiss him. It was the kiss that broke the spell, and he eased himself down, letting his weight gradually move onto her briefly before he rolled them to the side, so they lay side by side on the bed, arms and legs intertwined, him still clasped within her body in several senses.

He sighed a shuddering breath. "That was... intense," he understated. Then he hugged her close into another passionate kiss.
 
She rolled easily with them when he moved them to their sides. She snuggled up to him, trying to get as close to him as she possibly could. His cock was still lodged inside of her, his legs were wrapped up with hers, and her arms were still loosely around his neck. She smiled at his understatement and kissed him eagerly, turning her head a little to get at the kiss more. After a few moments she gently pulled away from it and resumed gazing into his eyes.

"And amazing," she murmured, slowly moving her hands from around his neck to his chest. She stroked it gently, tracing his scar lines lightly. "No one's ever been able to do that to me before," she giggled, "Not that I've been with many men, but still."
 
He blinked at her. "You mean you're not naturally... you don't cum that often?" He let that sink in. "Wow, I'm... I'm honored." He hugged her tight, and kissed her some more. He wasn't sure what else he wanted, but that... that was incredible. And the best he'd ever managed in under half an hour. Actually, that time was insane, but she brought it out of him.

He intertwined his fingers with hers, cuddling close to her. "I'm sorry it's been hard on you. How did... how did you do today with the two? We're alone now, with privacy. Please... what can I do to help?"
 
She shook her head and smiled, "No...usually once. If that, but sometimes not at all." she grinned and squeezed his hand when he intertwined their fingers. She rested her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes, though she was still absolutely listening to what he was saying to her.

"It...it was better today," she said honestly, "Levins wasn't mean this time. Just demanding, but...in a nice way. Sort of," she laughed and sighed, "It was better. I think it's going to keep getting better."
 
He cuddled with her, chuckling. "I hope it does keep getting better. I think the thing is, you're just finding how to interact with him in a way that he responds well toward. And if I don't miss my guess... it's not entirely unpleasant for you, or it's coming to be..."

That was chancy. Bringing up the kind of innate submission that she had displayed so nicely last night, and had shown so automatically tonight... well, there was always the chance of resistance. He knew people well enough, he knew sometimes a person had something in their nature that they didn't consciously accept, that wasn't something they believed about themselves, no matter how true it actually was. So bringing up the subject was a sure way to generate resistance, until the person accepted that particular fact. Elsa was still easing into the whole idea of submission, he knew, and while she was responding wonderfully, almost instinctively, he wasn't sure if talking about her growing tendencies would make her pull back from it, or what.

So it was a risk. But it was a calculated risk, because he knew she'd been consciously playing the slave for Levins and Tiny, and hadn't minded, so while the chance of complication was present, it was relatively small.
 
Her face sobered a little bit when he said that he guessed being a sex slave wasn't entirely unpleasant to her. She sighed softly and thought about what he said. She remembered back not two weeks ago when she'd just been a nurse at a prison. Not even the head nurse, a junior nurse. She'd led a quiet and unobtrusive life with no boyfriend and a few friends. Her life was average and regular, almost nothing spectacular ever happened to Elsa.

But now she was a sex slave to three escaped convicts. She cooked for them, cleaned for them, had sex with them, serviced them. She did everything for them, they lived like relative kings because of her. Was it entirely unpleasant for her? Surprisingly, no, it wasn't. She'd grown used to it, it was her life now. She could barely even fathom living the life she'd led before. Especially now that she had T-Bone. It never struck her once that her adoration for him might be something of a coping mechanism. She thought it was regular love, that this was meant to be.

She sighed again after her pause and looked up at him, analyzing his eyes gently. "It's...it's not so bad." she admitted carefully, "I have to admit though...I wish I could wear clothes. Even if they were skimpy or something. And Tiny...I'm having a hard time connecting with him. There's not much to connect to."
 
T-Bone nodded calmly. "Well..." he began, and was interrupted by a frantic banging on the connecting doors. Not good. With a quick kiss, T-Bone hurriedly rolled over and got out of bed, padding naked over to the door. Levins, wild-eyed, was on the other side.

"Tiny's down. Caught or dead, I dunno. Cops at the bar we went to."

"You WHAT! You left the room?"

"Don't matter now, what's done is done. We gotta go; we might only have minutes."

T-Bone looked back at Elsa, worried. Then he turned back to Levins, who was back grabbing things in the other room and stuffing them into the plastic bags they'd bought groceries and such in. "Levins, get Elsa's clothes." He returned to the bed. "Come on, love, we've got to run again. I'm sorry."

It turned out, the other two had gotten bored with their evening after Elsa and T-Bone retired to the smaller room, so they'd decided to go down the street to a seedy bar by the highway, a biker-style roadhouse. Normally this would be the kind of place they could fit in, but while they were there, there was a complaint for a different reason, entirely unconnected to them, and the cops showed up. While they were dealing with the complaint, one of the deputies recognized the escaped convicts, at least enough to want to question them. Levins story got a little confused at this point; either the cops drew weapons on them, or Levins thought it was appropriate to draw on the police. In any case, there was a brief firefight, during which Tiny went down, unable to run. The exchange of gunfire made other less-savory patrons of the roadhouse, already nervous with the presence of the cops, draw their own weapons and get involved, and Levins was able to escape in the confusion. He'd come right back to the motel, so they could flee before the police cordoned off the entire area.

And that's just what they were doing, packing up what few useful things they could, getting everybody dressed (including Elsa, in her slutty stolen clothes), and finding a car to steal.
 
Elsa couldn't believe what was happening. She'd just said that she couldn't connect with Tiny, and now she finds out he's either dead or captured. Her heart was beating wildly as she listened to T-Bone and Levins talk. Then suddenly she was out of the bed and pulling her clothes on. The jeans were still much to big for her and hung down around her ass, the thong obvious. She barely got her bra and shirt on before T-Bone was pulling her out the door.

Levins had messed up. He'd left the motel room and gotten them in trouble, just because he was bored. Elsa held on to T-Bone's hand tightly as they ran, searching for a good car to steal. They finally found one and Levins hot wired it, only for T-Bone to jump into the driver's seat. They threw Elsa in the back with the bags and took off.

(Sorry, I sort of took control of your characters but it was only to keep the story moving)
 
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