Innocent Until Proven Guilty (FF & FF)

[Fruit]

Her scrubs got damper with each passing second. The moist garment clung to her figure uncomfortably. Her slit fluttered and gushed without a shred of self control as Lily twisted and turned on the ground overwhelmed with overbearing thirst. The wet spot between her legs expanded as she continued oozing her essence, and within minutes the peccable liquid was seeping through the sticky fabric and onto the ground. The black thicket of short, wiry hair on the crest of her vagina was saturated with the sinful dew. Each time Lily jerked, the rough fabric grazed against her labia sending a spark of pleasure through her spine, eliciting another moan, chased by another jerk.​

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The rattling overtook Lily. Her movements and moans subsided as John sat foot in her cell. Sunrise light shone behind him rendering his figure dark and stark. He must be fuming, she presumed. He must be itching to rape me after I'd refused him. She bit on her lips as she recollected his words. "I am not a killer". The oath dwelt in her head, visiting her thoughts every time her will sapped. What if I made him one? Lily was terrified of her blunder. I should've eaten the oatmeal when he gave it to me. She submitted to destiny, convinced that she'd earned whatever wrath John willed to exert on her. Her trembling only grew as John approached her with fire in his eyes.​

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He kissed her.​

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Lily was stupefied. The affectionate kiss made her eyes widen in shock. Her cheeks flushed a tinge of deep red when she felt his lips cross hers. The amorous advance doused her angst and set her passion ablaze in a heartbeat. She returned John's kiss with primal desire. Her lips glued against and opened, welcoming him subserviently. She felt his weight descend on her, pinning her down as the two tumbled in a fervent embrace. She continued kissing him repeatedly, one kiss an apology and the other an expression of gratitude. Lily tried to hug him and pull him closer to her. She yearned to wrap her arms and legs around him; to feel his hot breath down her neck, to sense his heart beat against her chest, to moan into his ears while he bit on her flesh, to show him that all is well and forgiven, and that she wouldn't judge him for what he'd done to her. Drunk with blinding libido, she longed to be his and to have him take her and satiate her ungodly hunger.​

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The ropes denied her wishes. She arched her back and let out blissful moans amidst her apologies. "Untie me" she told him, a doting statement smudging the line between pleas and commands, and between a hostage and her captor. "I want you" she admitted, her hands shaking against the bounds in a vain revolt. She thanked him. Her nipples hardened under her scrubs making her moaned onto him. She apologized, the sweat on her neck giving her an alluring glimmer under the break of dawn. She arched her back further, pushing her chest and crotch onto his body, his warmth pacifying her itch while his scent only served to fuel her yen. "I want you John" she murmured before she thanked him once more.​

 

[Father Figure]

God in Heaven.

The fervent whispered prayer came into his mind as this young woman pressed herself up against his large frame, her body pushing with beautiful intensity against his own. He had never felt this way in his existence, never been touched in such a fashion, the way she moaned against him and perhaps it was simply the need to convince himself that he was wanted and appreciated but the older man made his own mistake in that moment. He gave into the fantasy that they could somehow be together, he gave into the dream that somehow this was not a sick situation that he had crafted using cruelty and drugs, and that they could blissfully be together after these moments. His body shivered, a thirst of his own unslaked, and perhaps it was not evident to the young woman, but she would be the first. In his vengeance he had never lain with a woman, he had wanted to take that sick desire out on her mother, and now it was her who suffered his depredations. Somehow though, somehow maybe they were destined for one another. It was the twisted thought of a sick mind, but it was a welcome one.

Her words were more than welcome and so was her demand for freedom and truly what harm was there in untying her. She had shown a willingness to obey, a willingness to accede to his demands, and if this were a moment where she would obey once more then he would take the chance. His hands moved, quickly untying the knots with her eager queries for him to hurry, and he gave a satisfied groan as he freed her finally. With the ropes gone came the entreaty for her clothing as well, his fingers tugging and tearing at the fabric so that he could bare her to his needy mouth. It was more than her lips that would feel the pleasure of John’s hungers this day. As her breasts found the air so did his mouth find one of her hard nipples, gripping with brutal efficiency, his tongue flicking as spit coated her pristine skin. A low groan came from as he looked up towards her face, kissing down her stomach, something in his eyes searching for approval of his actions.

Hands reached down to tug her scrubs out of the way, pulling them up over her ass and tossing them aside. A wicked smile gracing his features as he inhaled the scent of her arousal. She was dripping wet and how he longed to taste her, how he wondered so desperately as to the feeling of her hot flesh against her cunt. His voice was burning with desire as he leaned close, kissing teasingly on one inner thigh, John’s features obscured as he lowered his head between her legs, and his fingers holding her wide apart as he whispered.

“Is this what you need?”

His tongue came out to brush over her labia, caressing with slow flicks upwards, a man desperate for the feeling of her against his face. At first it was time with a wish to tease, a small motion, a few passes of the tip of his tongue…but then he devoured her. His face pressed close as he gave a yearning fevered moan of his need and he plunged his tongue as deep into her as he could. His hands took hold of her ass, gripping brutally so she could not move her sensitive flesh away from him as he began. She was a fucking goddess, and he would not stop until she came on his mouth, never stop until he felt that slick ambrosia coating his tongue.

 

[Fruit]

As soon as they were freed, Lily's hands rested on John's head. She buried her fingers in the man's hair, tugging and pulling him closer to her as he continued undressing her. He shed off her clothes and revealed her flesh before him. Soon, the man was trailing kisses down her naked body. Her nipples stiffened instantly under the mercy of his tongue and she purred her approval, her back arching towards him as if she was presenting her body to him in servility. Lily bit on her lips, her eyes rolling up as the man descended on her body and traversed towards her loins. "Yes! Oh fuck YES!" she roared her consent and gripped his hair tightly, her toes curling in anticipation of the touch she craved. For the first time in so long, Lily felt like a woman taken by a man, rather than a prey poached by a hunter. She felt possessed by primal instincts that steered her body towards the path of licentious submission.​

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Her body simmered under his touch, shades of red and pink glowing wherever he kissed and licked. The John that was on her was a different man than the one that had seized her a couple of days past. This man showered her love and care in stark comparison with the monster that had barraged her with vengeance and punishments. The same tongue that had abused her was now pleasuring her, and the hands that had restrained her now freed her. Lily felt both safe and at risk under John. His comforting presence mixed with the thrill of his wrath giving an intoxicating air around him by which Lily was enchanted. The threatening figure lavished her with kisses as if revering an idol, and all she could do was moan her hymns of subservience.​

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Waves of pleasure traveled up her spine with each lick against her folds, and with each lick, her cunt rewarded the man with more juices oozed into his mouth. "Holy fuck John!" she exclaimed, her moans deafening, her lust unabashed, her heart racing. She curled her legs around him in a heated entanglement that drew him closer to her and her closer to the edge. Her clit hardened and expanded under the intense pleasure, glistening with the moisture of her sex and his saliva. Her labia darkened against John's tongue, her chest rising and sinking in tides, beads of sweat forming on her neck as she felt suffocated by an overwhelming itch growing inside her that only he could scratch.​

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"Fuck me" she faintly mumbled. Dark spots appeared around her vision and swam across the roof. "Fuck me, John.." she urged further in a clearer voice that made the solicitation more explicit, her legs spreading for him in humility. Her vagina shimmered before him receptively, her puffy folds pink and wet with wanton desire. "FUCK ME PLEASE!" she begged her man to take her.​

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[Father Figure]

A moment like this was frightening for the man that was with her, faced with his own uncertainty and lack of true intimate knowledge. He might have all the right emotions, all the right parts, but it was still briefly stupefying to find himself in this situation. Even more so with the fact that it was hardly a consensual one, born out of a need of vengeance and cruelty. The sickening satisfaction of hearing her words as he slowly rolled his tongue against her slick skin was tantalizing, a measure of what was to come between the two of them. His brow furrowed as the terrible want coursed through his veins, electric lightening that made his shoulders shake with the surge of hormones pouring their way into his mind. It was heady, euphoric, and the sensation turned the entire act between the two of them surreal. Practically floating at this point he had to wonder what reality was, a disjointed feeling between the hands that gripped hold of her and the mind that was doing it.

Her begging, her command, they were something he had to acquiesce to. How could he ever, even in his right mind, have denied her that desire? This was the culmination of everything he should have been hoping for and he quickly strove to provide. He adjusted himself so that he could pull his way upwards, rising so that he poised above her, gazing down into her face as his hand slid between them and he freed that mammoth prick from its confines. He gripped the base of his hard shaft, fumbling for a moment as he struggled to find the proper angle, the circumcised head seeking purchase inside of her. There was an intensity in his gaze, locked upon hers, wanting to drown in the moment of seeing her realize he was inside of her.

Penetration was glorious.

He would never had divulged his need to her, how terribly he needed this, the feeling of a woman’s touch. His teeth gritted together as his hands balled into fists, the hungry clawing sensation of an orgasm already trying to press its way free of his control. No, no, he told himself. He would not, could not, cum so quickly. This needed to be experienced, for both, this needed to be something he had in abundance. No, there would be no poor showing for him. His nails dug into the skin of his palms, drawing blood as he willed back the need for fulfillment and continued his slide inside of her silken flesh. She was so wet, so perfectly welcoming, and so goddamned tight. Once more he nearly spilled, his brow furrowing as he flexed his ass to prevent release. Finally, finally he hit rock bottom and he made his own low moaning noise from deep in his throat. A noise which held only one word.

Lily.

That one beautiful word was all that was necessary as he began a slow rolling of his hips, his body aching as he rocked into her, his knees scraping painfully against the ground as he balanced himself to continue the act. He wanted to go so fast, so amazingly fast, but for now he was finding out what it meant to have a woman. It was a shame it had taken kidnapping her to do so.

 

[Fruit]

Lily felt whole.​

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For the first time in days, she felt in control of her body and fate. Submission to John's demands was the hefty price paid by her pride, but it awarded her the opportunity to experience satisfaction and freedom. She breathed under his weight as he pinned her down, her arms and legs naturally wrapping themselves around his neck and waist. Enclasping him, she pressed her lips against his and felt her body rock along his thrusts. The massive cock spread her folds and stretched her fully, her the muscles on her body and face stretching and flexing under the barrage of euphoric bliss that rained on her with every bout. Fuck.. she cursed, her fingers digging against John's back, nails grazing against the rough flesh. Passion and hunger possessed both of them, moving them like expert puppeteers against each other. The meaty head poked inside her, jabbing against insides of her cunt. Her lips closed around the base, hungrily keeping it captive, trapping and milking it every time it sought solace deep inside her.​

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Pleasure accumulated inside her forming a massive mountain, and before long the incredible mountain toppled over. A stunning avalanche burying her body in orgasmic delight as the man erupted inside her, his seeds flooding her womb and gushing over her folds before dripping carelessly on the ground. The explosion caused her to cry out in satisfaction, the sheer rapture carrying her on a cloud that made her feel weightless. She panted underneath him, her whole body melting with his under the intense heat before her legs quivered. Her clit stiffened as her pussy flexed and spasmed. Powerful, joyful convulsions made her eyes tear up. She curled her toes and kicked the air in a powerful climax.​

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John.​

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The only name that lingered in her mind at the time. Everyone else either forsook her or proved themselves unworthy of her trust. Her father had failed to find her for three days, his wealth and powerful connections inefficient against John's meticulous planning. Her late mother proved herself a villain responsible for wrongfully convicting an innocent man and unjustly condemning him to two decades in prison. Her multitudes of fans, thousands of loyal viewers and donors have all abandoned her. None of her friends have answered her nightly cries for help. Only John, her captor and savior, was there to tend to her wounds and keep her safe. He fed her and washed her, and then gave himself to her when she earnestly asked for it. He opened her eyes to the truth; that her parents were wicked people, that her internet fame was superficial and useless, and that her friends were nothing more than leeches. The only one that was real, the only one that mattered, was John.​

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