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Prison Break! (Mr. M and Nurse K)

T-Bone digested that. "I no longer have time to be timid, Elsa. And I wanted you. I still want you." He cuddled her closer, loving the feel of their naked skin together under the sheets. "You liked it when I took control? But you don't like it when Levins takes control?" He sighed, instantly sorry he'd brought up the other convicts. "You know, we can talk about all that later. I just find it interesting how you reacted to just a little bit of dominance."

He looked down at her, smiling slightly. "Would you like to try an experiment? In seeing how things affect you? It's the kind of thing where I'd stop anytime you wanted, but I am curious. I mean, unless you're tired." He stretched in place. "And this bed -is- pretty comfy..."
 
She pondered what he said for a few moments. Being with him and being with Levins were two entirely different things. She'd barely even classify them both as sex. "Levins is mean. He doesn't care about what I think or feel. He's just using my body. He'd be using someone else's if there was another option." it hurt her a little that he'd brought up the fact that Levins liked to use her, but she figured it was only natural that he would do that. She couldn't really hide from the fact that she was now consistently having sex with three men.

She looked up at him again, considering the experiment. "I...um. I'll experiment with you," she was taking another leap of faith here, but she decided that she'd already done this far and not to do what he asked would, again, be ingratitude. He was so good to her that she'd probably do anything he asked of her, even if it involved Levins or Tiny.
 
"Okay. So it's different in intent. I get that," he said softly, feeling how she tensed up when she talked about Levins. He realized it would be best to move on.

"I mean, if you're tired," he said, giving her another out, but he was reaching down to the foor beside the bed to his pants. He slipped a bandanna out of his pocket, and the belt from his belt loops. "I just wondered how you'd react to a little bit of a tie-up game. I mean, I just wonder if it's not just my confidence, but your... I guess 'helplessness' might be the word. Do you want to see how it makes you feel?"
 
He wanted to tie her up? That was weird to her. "I'm not tired," she said, smiling tentatively. She looked at the bandanna and belt when he showed them to her. She swallowed anxiously and shifted on the bed, sitting up a little bit more. She didn't know exactly how he was going to tie her up, but she was going to let him do it. She'd never been tied up before, but she didn't mind trying. At least not with him. If Levins wanted to tie her up...she would probably fight as hard as she could.

"Helplessness?" she was pretty helpless with Levins, but he didn't make her feel good. Whatever. "Ye-yeah...I'll see how it makes me feel. I'll try." she gave him another tentative smile. It was obvious that she was dubious about this, but she was willing to do it.
 
"All right, well, we'll try this out." He took the bandanna, and folded it over to a broad strip. "First, let's blindfold you." He gently wrapped her eyes with the bandanna, tying it behind her head. It wasn't perfect, but she was effectively reduced to just her hearing and touch. His fingertips stroked her cheeks as he drew his hands away. "Okay, that's good. That puts you in my power; you have to trust what I'm doing now that you can't see. How do you feel?"

She could hear him moving with the belt, adjusting it, while he spoke to her. For his part, T-Bone had done a fair amount of stuff before prison, but he found himself really reacting to the fact that this was all new to Elsa. He was introducing her to things she wasn't familiar with, and it excited him for that alone. The fact that she could respond just as hotly as she had before, that was just bonus.
 
She whimpered softly when he tied the bandanna around her eyes, reduced to complete darkness. She fidgeted a little bit, folding her hands in her lap and twisting them together nervously. She could only hear his voice and feel his fingers stroke across her cheek gently. She was extremely nervous about this, her heart was beating quickly. She was in his power...she had to trust him. She did trust him, he was the only one she trusted.

"I...um. I feel okay," she said awkwardly, unsure of really how to answer his question. "I'm a little scared," she admitted, her lip quivering just slightly. "But I don't want you to stop," she amended quickly, to make sure that he didn't think she was afraid of him. She was afraid of the experience, of being this vulnerable.
 
"You're scared, that makes sense," he said quietly, calmly. "But what's to be scared of? You're in the bed, you're with me... none of that is any different from a few seconds ago. I haven't even bound anything yet. The only thing different is what -could- happen. You're facing the unknown. But you've been doing that all along, ever since the prison. You're just without sight, now. It's a little scary, but it could also be exciting, if you look at it without as much fear." He knew from experience that strong emotions like fear and desire were frequently closely linked; maybe he could help her bridge from one to the other.

"Tell me; think about what you felt before, with your eyes open, and then tell me if you sense anything differently when I do this..." and with that he gently drew his right hand along the underside of her breast, fingertips trailing from the outside toward the inside, then moving across her skin up to the nipple, gripping it briefly, caressing it before drawing his hand entirely away. He hoped she'd feel it a little more deeply, both from the surprise of not seeing it coming and from the way the brain tended to focus more on other sensations when one was deprived. He hoped it would be enough for her to notice the difference.
 
She sucked in a sharp breath when he ran his hand along her breast and then across her nipple. It immediately hardened and she murred softly, the simple sensation sending shivers up her spine. If he'd done that before, when she could see, it would've felt nice, but it felt so much better now. It was almost like a completely different sensation. It had been multiplied a hundred fold and had gotten her aroused. One simple motion had done all that, and just because she couldn't see.

"I...I think..." she stammered, her heart beating a little quicker, "I think I like this." she smiled a little timidly, feeling scandalous that she was admitting that. Before the riot she'd never have let a man do this to her. Well, maybe she would've. No man had ever asked her to do it. No man had ever told her to do anything, they were always on eggshells when it came to sex.
 
There was a smile in T-Bone's voice as he said "I'm glad!" He touched her shoulders, her hips, getting her to lie back on the double bed, move lower, and then slowly moved her arms up above her head. "this will also be a little something... interesting."

He crossed her wrists, and then slid the loop of the belt over them. The loop tightened around her wrists, leaving the long trail of the belt itself to trail down the back of the bed, where T-Bone tied it to the frame. If she had to, Elsa could loosen the loop and slip her hands free, but it wouldn't be easy. With her hands up like that, T-Bone trailed his fingers down her upraised arms, by her armpits, and down along her breasts again, on both sides this time, once again playing with the nipples. He didn't draw away this time, though, instead continuing to tug and tickle them as he spoke.

"So, now tug on your bonds. I want you to recognize how helpless you are in this situation. If you trust me, this will still put a sense of ... I guess submission? Into you. You will be at my mercy, and it's your trust in me that dictates whether you're OK with that or not." his voice was serious, but excited as well. She looked so fucking sexy like this, bound and blindfolded and clearly aroused by it, even if she was nervous as well.
 
She grew anxious again when he raised her arms up, crossed her wrists, and bound them with the belt. At first it wasn't much because the belt was just around her wrists, but then he tugged it back and she was actually tied to the bed. Now she really was helpless to him completely. Before she could've said no, she could've attempted escape and run, but now she couldn't even leave the bed, she couldn't even sit up in it. And...she liked that.

She shivered lightly when he trailed his fingers down her body, sucking in another breath when he got to her breasts, though this time the sensation wasn't as shocking to her. She tugged on her bonds as he told her to, feeling the resistance of both the tightening belt and the bed frame. She tugged harder and still she wasn't even close to being let free. She was still nervous, but she wasn't really afraid anymore. This game was exciting. "I trust you," she murmured softly.
 
She couldn't see it, but he grinned at her. "I'm glad." He kept playing with her nipples as he moved astride her, his knees on each side of her hips, and he lowered his face to kiss her, firmly, with tongue. It wasn't a kiss with animal passion, didn't have the wild randomness of their earlier kissing, but it had a sense of power and ownership. He kissed her like he had every right to do so, like she was his.

He opened his hands and kneaded her breasts, massaging her chest. Then he moved down, and as he moved his knees, Elsa could feel the brush of his balls, his semi-erect cock as he became aroused again. He moved down as he lowered his mouth, kissing along her jawliine and down her throat, keeping his hands on her breasts as he moved. He kissed and drew his teeth along her skin, little nibbles, ,as he moved down to nibble and suckle on her breasts, his mouth hot and wet and just a bit rough with stubble and coarse skin, which she may not have been feeling sensitive enough to notice before.
 
His kiss, of course, came as a surprise to her, but it was more than a welcome surprise. She felt the power and the ownership of his kiss and she kissed him back, but hers was different. She kissed him like she trusted him, like she needed him, like she wanted him. Because, well, she did. She didn't think she would be able to get through being a hostage without him anymore. She used to think that he was only marginally important, but now she knew he was vital to her survival.

She squirmed a little when she felt his balls and cock brush against her. That was such a different feeling to her. She knew it was his balls and cock because she knew what those felt like, but she had completely forgotten that he was naked against her. She murred softly when he began to kiss down her neck, his hands still massaging her breasts. Then suddenly his mouth was on one of her breasts and he was sucking on it. She arched her back some, biting her own lip as she felt the heightened pleasure from another simple act. She shivered when she felt the stubble from his chin rub across her, but she liked that too. He was rough, it fit.
 
He lavished attention on her breasts, first one than the other, really trying to play with the enhanced sensation she was feeling. He loved it when she squrimed, and he heard the belt creak and shift with almost every twitch of hers, and he knew that she was feeling the tug, the restraint of the belt, and he knew that must be working her psychologically...

But soon he moved on down her ribs, moving lower, his hands caressing across her belly and going to her thighs. He moved to part her legs, putting his own legs within hers when there was the room. This was something else he'd missed while he was in prison, and he intended to take advantage of it right now. He parted her legs, gently moving them up and spreading them wide, lifting her knees to expose and lift her most secretive places. He loved seeing her like this, all bound, spread, and vulnerable. And he lowered his face to nuzzle at her lower belly before kissing lower, anticipating her taste, still mixed with his at this point...
 
Her mind was completely focussed on the sensations he was giving her. What else could she possibly be focussed on? It wasn't like she could look at the ceiling or watch the TV that was still playing. All she could feel was him touching her, him caressing her, working her body over so expertly. It struck her suddenly how terrifying this would be for her if it was Levins doing this, but how magnificent it was because T-Bone was doing it. She forced herself to forget Levins though, she wouldn't let him or his memory ruin this for her.

She felt him part her legs and grew a little anxious. Her breathing quickened from nervousness and her heart began to beat fast too. What was he going to do? She could only guess, she could only surmise, there would be no way for her to know beforehand unless he told her. He lifted her knees up and spread her legs wide, exposing her completely to him. Then she felt him nuzzle her lower belly and she realized that his face was right next to her -- and then he kissed it. She moaned audibly, her muscles tightening and her head tilting back. Any other time would have felt good, but now it was almost orgasmic by itself. She had only been eaten out a few times in her life, but she'd always enjoyed it immensely (more so than some of her girl friends, apparently). She whimpered and wriggled, her body begging for him to do more to her.
 
He licked and probed and suckled on her nether lips, enjoying the way her body arched and twitched as much as he enjoyed the taste of her, the feel of her soft flesh against his tongue and lips. He enjoyed teasing her... well, it wasn't actually teasing so much as paying attention to other areas besides the major focus. Which he eventually turned to, exploring between her labia with his lapping tongue, taking long, slow strokes until he located that particular nubbin, that fleshy knot that he knew worked so well.

He started to lavish attention on that, tongue flickering, lips sucking. She couldn't tell, but he was gazing up her lovely body, watching her react, seeing her arms strain in their bonds, her chest heave with her gasps of pleasure. All she could sense was his tongue and his lips, his hot breath on her lower skin, his hands clenching and pushing on the backs of her thighs, keeping her legs in place while his mouth worked on her, his occasional groans of pleasure vibrating her lower flesh, tingling her most sensitive regions. He wouldn't hesitate, he wouldn't stop when it came to pleasing her, especially when it was something she couldn't stop. He loved having this power, and using it to make her have orgasms, which he was going for right now.
 
It felt amazing to have his tongue explore her pussy. She noticed though that he was ignoring her clit, her clit that had begun to throb in anticipation of attention. When his tongue finally touched it, he nearly sent her to the moon right there. He sucked on it, flicked it, nibbled it, and it was all absolutely amazing. She moaned eagerly, passionately, her hips bucking up to him for more. When he groaned and it vibrated against her she couldn't help but whimper, her body so hot for him that she knew she could cum at any moment. It was even better that he kept her thighs in place, making her completely immobile. There was nothing she could to do aide in this or to try to stop it. She was one hundred percent helpless.

And then she reached the climax she'd been craving. She moaned loudly, her hips bucking up one final time as her inside muscles squeezed tightly. Then they released and her cum shot out of her, pouring down into his open mouth. That had honestly been the hardest and most passionate orgasm she'd ever had.
 
He heard her moan, felt her lift her hips up to his mouth, opening his lips to accommodate her, and then he felt her spasm and gush. Oh, he loved the taste, the unique flavor of Woman, of Elsa, and it had been too, too long since he'd enjoyed it. He'd just licked her to her first bound, helpless orgasm, and he loved it. He was rock-hard again, so unbelievably soon after his first of the evening, it was insane. But there was only one thing to do about it.

After he drank down as much of her as he could manage, spilling so much of her juices for lack of swallowing fast enough, he rose almost immediately, while the aftershocks were still pin-balling through her body, while her brain was still a little bit scrambled from the orgasm, and he plunged right in, just drove his thick cock, so wonderfully hard again from the arousal of bringing her off, straight up into her, while her internal muscles were still clenching in orgasm. She felt amazingly tight, even tighter than before, and he moaned as he entered her, hard and powerfully, but with some care: he wanted her to feel dominated, powerless in the face of his strength and control, but he didn't want to actually hurt her at all. So he had some care when he thrust in, but only so much; the rest of him was glorying in the feel of her, the joy of her, and the way he was making him feel, inside and out.
 
She could barely believe the ecstasy that she was in. She'd just had the most amazing orgasm of her life with a convict that had kidnapped her from the prison she worked in. And he was still lapping at her, swallowing her juices as they followed out of her. In the next instant she felt him plunge inside of her, completely by surprise. But she loved it. Her insides were still clenching and then squeezed him hard as he entered her, she was still sensitive and so the feeling of his cock thrusting in and out of her quickly and powerfully nearly sent her over the edge right then.

She moaned and gasped as he rocketed in and out of her body. She felt completely owned by him, like her body was his to use but also his to please. It was amazing. She wriggled and bucked, her arms still straining hard against the belt that held her fast.
 
She writhed under him like a demon, so helpless but wild within her limits. He had a hard time keeping a grip on her as she bucked and thrust her hips up at him, and he used the opportunity to grind down into her as he thrust, mashing against her still-swollen, still-throbbing clit with the front of his pelvis. He wanted to push her farther, push her harder, push her into more pleasure, he wanted to feel it again, feel how she squeezed and milked him with her body.

He bent down and kissed her savagely, commandingly, thrusting his tongue into her mouth like he owned it, which, a this particular instant, he effectively did. He made her taste her own juices on his lips, on his tongue, he shared the flavor of her own passion, knowing it was a little taboo, but also knowing it was intensely hot. He knew he'd tasted the remnants of his own seed inside her, and he thought that was arousing; he hoped she'd feel the same way about her own juices. He wanted to lie down on her, feel her wonderful breasts against his own chest again, but the angle of her legs and his own penetration, thrusting so fully into her, made that awkward.
 
She gasped and cried out when he mashed his pelvis into her clit, it sent her to another level. She arched her back as much as she could, throwing her hips up to meet his thrusts as quickly and as powerfully as she could muster without the help of her arms. She'd never imagined that she would have sex blind, but it was absolutely incredibly. She was taken by surprise when his lips met hers in the middle of a moan, his tongue immediately diving into her mouth. She could taste herself on him and at first it was weird, but then she decided that she liked it. She kissed him back eagerly, every time he pulled away she would lift her head to try to get his lips back against hers.

She was close to losing it. She moaned helplessly and almost endlessly into his mouth, her fingernails clawing at the belt above her hands. She clung to it tightly and her thigh muscles tensed up, her toes curling just slightly. Then she came, her stomach knotting up and her pussy muscles squeezing him as her juices began to flow again. Her insides milked him, contracting and releasing rhythmically as she covered his length.
 
She was hungry for him, eager, blindly seeking him out, and oh my God, it was so hot, he was panting his need almost right away. For a second time through, it was incredibly fast, but the arousal was intense. He felt himself coming up to the hair-trigger, grunting with his strain, still thrusting and kissing as hard as he could.

And then she came, and she quaked and shook and milked him, her muscles grasping and pulling at him, and her apocalyptic orgasm triggered his, and he blasted whatever he had left in him deep into her again, quaking and shaking with the release, guttural moans ripping from him as he drove deeply into her, body fully tensed against her, and he fully felt total control over her. And he loved it. And he felt like he loved her, for that instant.
 
She whimpered a little when she felt him cum inside of her, her body still shaking some. Her insides were extremely sensitive now, and every minute movement he made she could feel ten fold. Even more so because she was blindfolded and couldn't see him. Her body finally began to relax, her hips stop bucking and her thigh muscles relaxed though her legs were still kept spread by him. She kept breathing heavily as she regained her composure, but after a few moments she was nearly back to normal.

As long as he would kiss her though, she would kiss him back. Her lips sought out his and cherished their feel and flavor, it was the only way she really knew that he was there with her still. She could identify his kiss without needing to see him. After this she could probably identify his touch too. She'd know him anywhere.
 
He felt the last tense spasms of his orgasm finish, and then he was limp, spent. He released her legs, letting them go slack, wrap around him, whatever she felt like, and he near-collapsed on her, saving himself with just his elbows. He panted against her, and kissed her when he wasn't gasping for breath, little kisses, over and over, as they both breathed. And he stayed on top of her, and inside her, letting himself soften and shrink, both of them super-sensitive so it was an amazing sensation just to detumesce and let her body ease him out naturally.

They recovered together, quietly, kissing, with her still blindfolded, and when he was finally expelled, he rolled both of them on the bed, so she was lying on top of him. He reached up and helped her loosen the belt so her hands came free, and as she was free, he embraced her and kissed her again. His kisses varied greatly with his mood, and right now he was feeling tender and lazily passionate, still wrapped up in how fantastically she had responded, how she had made him feel.

He finally broke the verbal silence. "That was incredible, Elsa! Oh, my God, you're amazing!" he murmured.
 
It felt so nice to have him just laying there on top of her, slowly sliding out of her and them breathing together almost rhythmically When he rolled her over and undid the belt her hands slipped out of it and she immediately draped them around his neck. She lifted her head and lavished tiny kisses on him. Not just on his lips but on his cheek, chin and jaw too. She lifted one hand to move the blindfold away from her eyes and saw him there for the first time since he'd tied her up. She grinned at him, absolutely thrilled to see him lying there.

She nuzzled his neck and straddled him loosely, her goal not to ride him again, just to lay there with him. She smiled and shook her head slowly, "Noo. You're incredible," and then she heaved a sigh and giggled, "Now I'm tired."
 
He finally found the remote and just switched the TV off. "Well, I think you've earned some rest, my gorgeous little fucker," he murmured, moving her to the bed beside him. He kept her nestled against him, though, her body hot against his, his arms around her.

"I'll be right here. You want to sleep, I'll keep you safe." He also was sleepy, after such a lot of activity in such a short period of time. For all his complaints of being deprived, he'd made up for lost time, that was for sure.

And what of Elsa? She'd gone from being a tool to being a scared girl in a tough situation that he sympathized with to being an enthusiastic and experimental lover. He wasn't sure what he felt, honestly, but it was positive, he knew that much, and he wanted to keep feeling it. He tugged her closer to him, loving the contact and also feeling honestly protective.
 
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