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Sweat broke out on her brow, she was moaning in pain but with a slight mix of pleasure.. she was fighting it.. In her mind she couldn't let these feelings take over.. She shuddered at his touch as his hands worked down her body, refusing to let these feelings in. Her face flushed, she bit her lip. When his hands reached her mound she moaned louder, her eyes rolling up for a second as she parted her legs just a bit more.

"It... It hurts," she said, barely able to get the words out she was breathing so hard. She was watching his hand as it inched even closer. Her mind was saying, " Now don't you touch that pussy now. Don't touch." but as her mind was saying that she was bouncing up and down faster. James was hardly having to make her as she was doing it mostly on her own by this point, her pussy arching up as it it wanted to rub against his fingers while she was fighting in side her head with her mind. A battle which she was rapidly losing to the growing desires of her body.

Her pussy was making wet slurping and slapping sounds as she bounced up and down her wet juicy pussy sliding up and down over his thick cock. Her moans where changing to Owwing sounds ... as her body broke out in a light film of sweat, the heat rising and filling her as her tight little pussy kept squeezing and pulsing around this thick throbbing member.
 
James watched as Amy did not need to be coaxed into riding him anymore, he no longer had to bounce her on his lap, the little slut was doing it of her own accord now. Even as she sobbed about it hurting, she was the one riding him, not the other way around. It was her own stupid ass fault if she was finding it painful. His fingers brushing over her pussy, given the invitation by Amy's horny body, his fingers strumming over her clitoris and slipping between her labia as she bounced upon his lap.

His balls were heavy, bloated and full of cum, it was reaching that point where he could not stop the inevitable, merely only delay it for a very short period of time. Sweat forming on his brow as well as perspiration from his armpits, still almost fully clothed, he was growing quite warmer because of the activity they had been doing, the scent of a man starting to waft from his arm pits, yes he was starting to grow the need for a shower but that was normal for him, a shower a day was normal. Amy on the other hand was lucky to get one once a week.

Reaching up with one hand, taking it away from her breast, he ran his fingers through her hair, again she was in need of a shower, her hair was greasy and not at all silky to touch, likewise Amy was not the most pleasant girl to be around thanks to the infrequent showers. Still, she was not so disgusting as to put her on par with a homeless person yet. He had been punishing her so that when he rewarded her she would be elated for such a simple and basic necessity. She was breaking down as well as could be expected, a little more and he could start to give her some minor freedoms and benefits. He did not want to always have to ignore her smell.

His balls tensed up and convulsed, shrinking down rapidly as they emptied themselves, loading it into his shaft, within seconds he had gone from having cum laden balls to shooting his load inside of Amy with only a brief moment of notice as he moaned, and grunted with a simple "Fuck Mhmm, yeah." James did not care that he had cum inside of her, he should have, getting her pregnant was not part of the plan, not yet at least.
 
Amy was having a harder and harder time controlling her body, a fight she was losing, or perhaps already lost as. Her body arched up and came down on his cock. Her tight pussy throbbing and working his shaft with every move she made. Her firm titties where slightly jiggling as he bounced up and down, her tight round as was rubbing against James belly. "Fuck I hate you James" she moaned loudly, her sweat vaginal juices dripping down his cock and balls. She was trying not to moan but each thrust was driving another one out of her as she wiggled and squirmed bouncing up and down while her tight vaginal walls tugged and pulled at his cock..

"Ohhh Fuckk" she yelled out .. she was so close, her body trembling.. her already tight pussy squeezed like a vise around his cock when he started rubbing her clit sending her over the edge. She grunted and groaned at the same time she felt her body being filled with James cum..

"Oh Please, Oh Please" she begged him as she reached down and held his hand against her clit for just a moment longer while her own orgasm was right behind James. She moaned and screamed as her own juices mixed with Jame's as the mix squirted around James cock and drenching his balls.
 
James leaned back so that his head and back were against the back of the couch, his hand at her pussy was unable to be taken away thanks to Amy deciding that she wanted him to remain there, forcibly holding his hand there, not that she needed to use any force to keep it there. Breathing heavily, James looked to the TV, smiling as he saw her parents in front of the the media, sobbing and begging for their daughter to return to them safely. Softly speaking, perhaps even too quiet for Amy if she was too focused on her orgasm, "Sorry, your baby wants my cock too much to want to return."

Stroking her back softly with his other hand before reaching around to stroke her stomach. "How does it feel?" caressing her stomach for a few moments as his erection stayed up, inside of her still. "Climaxing whilst watching your parents beg you to go home, moaning like a bitch in heat as I cum inside of that tight pussy of yours, screaming in absolute bliss."

Smirking, James knew that this was going to aggravate Amy to no end, he was pushing her buttons, wanting her to realize that she loved this even if she thought she hated it. Every moment he stayed inside of her, a little more cum from his cock was milked, by the time Amy had enough forethought to get off of him or think to pull away he was not going to have anything left. "You enjoyed this alot, didn't you."
 
"Owww, Ahhhh" she moaned as she held his hand down on her pulsing clit. Her body shook while her pussy spasumed and pumped James cock squeezing out every bit of sperm from his cock.

When she slid off him she could feel the mixture of juices and cum dripping out of her. She felt so dirty and humiliated, and guilty. Guilty that she had let this happen to her, guilty that she had had pleasure while sitting on and fucking James cock. The whole time that her parents where on television.

"Gawd your such a fucking jerk! Why do you have to be such a fucking bastard all the time." she said as she stood up off of his lap. And then she had another thought .. a thought worse then all the others.. she looked at him and gasped " Great! Now you probably got me fucking pregnant!"

She turned away from him in disgust and started walking away in the direction of what looked like a hallway. "Where's the bathroom? I want to take a shower and wash this smell off of me." she said. This time she was at the advantage as James still had his pants down around his ankles and any attempt at reaching out and grabbing her would have him falling on his face. She walked down the hallway and walked into the bath room and locked the door behind her. She could have just as easily walked out the front door and make a naked run for it, as she had to pass it to reach the bathroom door, but she didn't instead she went to the bathroom. Locking the door she turned the shower on.
 
James smirked as Amy verbally chewed him up, it was cute to think that she thought she had some level of control over her life and his. Just as he was about to return fire she had slipped from his hands and headed down the hallway to the toilet and bathroom. She wouldn't escape from there easily even if there was a window to escape from. It would only land her in the back yard and that was considered safe territory. James considered contesting her movements for a moment but decided against it. Kicking his boots off, stepping out of his pants, James walked to the kitchen in just his shirt, picking up the spare keys from the hiding spot high up in one of the overhead cupboards.

The spare keys had an alan key designed for unlocking the bathroom door. It was a just in case tool on the occasion that you close the door from the outside and the lock is in place. This would do perfectly. Amy would think she had a safe haven, safe from his reach. Casually walking to the bathroom, James stepped along the floorboards quietly. Upon reaching the door, only a slight jingle of the keys could be heard, far too short and soft to be overheard from within the shower. Using the alan key to unlock the door, James reached the door handle and opened it up.

Stepping inside, he quietly closed and locked the door behind him. Amy was busy showering, she would not have noticed since she was facing the other direction, under the water. Grinning to himself, James walked to the toilet and pushed the full flush button. The hot water was tied into the same pipes, as soon as he flushed the water was going to go stone cold for a few seconds and then boiling hot for a second. Pushing it down, James counted to three in his head knowing that within that time the water will have changed and Amy would likely have screamed, not to mention noticed the toilet being flushed.

In his big booming, commanding voice, James made sure that he was loud enough to be overheard from the shower. "Get out here and finish the job, Bitch. You still have to lick and suck me clean!"
 
No, Amy hadn't felt safe since she wound up in this nightmare with James. She had no doubt that he would be coming through the door sooner or later, as every 6 yr old knew how to pick a bathroom lock. What she had hoped was that James would panic and try to grab her, because she so wanted to see him fall on his face when he stood up with his pants around his ankles, but he had stayed calm . James still had control of her and her life, but she liked to do little things to pay him back when ever she got the chance, lord knows that wasn't often enough but at least it gave her a slight feeling of satisfaction when she could catch him off guard. She knew she could have tried to run out the front door, but perhaps she was starting to in some fashion brake down.

She had been under the water getting ready to wash her hair, thank god she hadn't already put the soap in it when she heard the toilet flush, "Ahhh! Fucker!" she shouted as the water turned cold then hot. She quickly reached out and turned the water off then turned to look at James. "Whats the matter? Does Master what his little dicky sucked?" she smirked as she stepped out of the shower and got to her knees in front of him. Then took his cock in her mouth and started licking and sucking it clean using her tongue to swirl and lick his balls as she pushed her face against it.
 
James chuckled as Amy swore and shouted under the ever changing water temperature. That was worth the effort and restraint. When Amy chose to belittle him and call his so called dicky, little, his brow turned down despite Amy almost immediately moving to suck on his cock, it upset him. He was not cut that she had made light of his manhood, but that she continued to believe that she had some level of control and freedom. He was going to have to rectify that situation and do it harshly. How he would do it was another question. For the moment he accepted that she was licking and sucking on his cum drenched cock, a combination of his semen and her juices coated his cock, it would be the first time that Amy would likely have tasted such a treat, it surely would not be the last.

His cock had shrunk down in the time that it had taken for him to make his way from the lounge room, to the kitchen and then back to the bathroom, not completely limp, it was at best at half mast, a semi erection which would likely stay that way for a few minutes at least. Of course, James planned on making Amy satisfy him long enough that he could take advantage of her mouth.

Reaching out, James took one hand to her head, holding her wet hair whilst the other went to her breast, squeezing a nipple. "Slaves don't do back talk. If you think you have enough time to talk, you are doing it wrong. Another word like that and I will see to it that you spend five minutes licking my asshole just to remind you who you serve."
 
It wasn't the fact that James had come into the bathroom, hell she was quite used to him seeing her naked at this point he had seen every square inch of her body naked. She would have been more shocked if he had not slipped in. And it wasn't that he now wanted her to suck his cock, again, just another thing she was growing used to the knowledge that that's what he would want. What pissed her off and led to the outburst was when he flushed the toilet and the water went from soothingly warm to icy cold, then to scolding hot. Hell if he hadn't done that she might have really gave him the shock of his life and would have asked him to join her in the shower.

Licking and sucking his cock clean she couldn't help my moan loudly when he grabbed her by the back of the hair. It it wasn't for the fact that his cock had muffled most of the moan he might have noticed it was more a moan of pleasure as oppose to pain. The hair pulling just made her suck his cock that much deeper feeling it growing from semi hard to a full erection. Her warm mouth covered his cock with her saliva as she slid him into the back of her throat. She thought about reaching up and rubbing his balls with her hands but didn't want to risk another reprimand so she kept her hands down at her side not even wanting to rub her clit unless he told her to.

She had started to notice that no matter how she tried to fight it something was beginning to happen to her, and she was noticing it more and more. Perhaps James was right, and he had noticed it before she did because she didn't understand it or was to sexually naive. But now the minute his hand wrapped in her hair she felt it.. a heat pass through her body as she instantly grew wet between her legs. It was the pain and abuse that her body was reacting to, reacting in a way she couldn't control. .. but.. but could she let go and just let it start taking over?
 
James relaxed and let Amy go about this her way, he did not need to direct her forcibly anymore, she knew what to do and more importantly, she did it without being asked or told. At one stage she would have balked and gagged at the idea of sucking on his cock, and terrified about having him in her throat, now however she seemed at ease, almost as if it were a natural thing for her. His hand held onto her hair, tightening it just slightly so that there is a level of discomfort to remind her that he was in control and that she was doing what he wanted, not the other way around even if Amy did want to suck and gag on his cock, it was for his enjoyment, not hers.

His cock grew within her lips and mouth, slowly hardening up to the point where he was almost rock hard once more. Almost rock hard, it would take a while for him to get it completely solid as he had down time given he was no longer a teenager. When James was satisfied that the shaft of his cock had been sufficiently cleaned by her mouth and tongue, he forcibly removed his cock from her moist lips and pushed Amy's face into his balls, there was no need for words to tell her that he wanted her to suck and lick them clean too.

There was a need for words for other requirements, this was after all the first time she had blown him after sex. "Every time you fuck, you make sure you clean up after wards with that filthy tongue of yours, that means if you cum all over my cock, balls and thighs your going to lick and suck if all off me. If you think you have it all cleaned you may beg like the worthless bitch you are to see if that is all. Either I will give you permission to stop, or you keep going until your told otherwise." James laid down the rules for her, he mentioned nothing about touching herself or grabbing his balls. He had previously wanted her to rub herself off, and had admonished her for grabbing his cock but never for fondling his balls. They were rules he had set for her earlier, they could be taken as explicit permission to do so until otherwise ordered not to.
 
Amy could taste herself on his cock as she pushed it all the way into her throat, sucking and licking it all the way down, it still made her feel uncomfortable and dirty, but she was getting to the point she could no longer deny she was getting off on the things he was making her do or that he would do to her. She hated herself for having these feelings, but as long as he kept her captive she would need to push those feelings aside. She kept asking herself why she didn't just run out the door, even if she was naked.. that would only attract more attention to her plight, but she couldn't even answer those questions even to herself. If she really wanted to leave and get out that probably was her best shot, and perhaps her only shot, but of course she wanted to get out she told herself.

His balls where covered with her drool as she rubbed her face against them. Then she licked and sucked every bit of his balls until she could no longer taste herself or his cum on them. When she thought that they where clean enough she sat back on her heels and looked up at him.
"May I please stop sucking her cock now Master." she said as she looked up at him.
 
James watched as Amy licked and sucked upon him, enjoying the feelings, a small moan emitted from his lips as she took him into her throat, Amy was now quite the talented cocksucker, she could take him into her throat without gagging too much if at all. Enjoying himself it came as a surprise to him when Amy finally stopped and asked him if she could stop. Very polite, and addressing him appropriately too, perhaps she had remembered her place finally.

Looking down to her, James nodded his head towards her "Yes, for now." Lifting Amy up to her feet by pulling on her hair that he still had hold of. "First were going to jump into the shower, we both smell of sex and other things." Heading to the door of the shower, walking inside with Amy's hair still held tightly in his grasp, taking her with him whether or not she wanted to or not. Pushing Amy into the shower, he pressed her up against the cool tiled wall holding her against his firmly as his other hand went for the knobs to turn the hot and cold water on.

Liking his showers hot, James set it so the water was quite hot, not scalding hot, but perhaps a little hotter than some people may prefer. Whether Amy liked that or not was not really something he had thought about. Closing the shower door behind them, James pressed his naked body against Amy's back and leaned in and softly spoke to her as he had her pinned against the wall "Now, I am going to let you go, make the decision, are you going to clean me or am I going to be cleaning you first. Either way, we are going to clean each other so you decide."
 
Pressed up against the cool tiles of the shower.. she could feel his body pinning her against it. She got the feeling it wasn't so much to hold her there as it was because he was enjoying the feel of her body against his. The hot water felt good against her body as it beat down on the two of them.

"I'll wash you first," she said waiting for him to stop holding her against the wall. Once he finally released her she took the soap and sponge from his hand and started at his neck and slowly washed down his body saving his genitals for last. Then she reached between his legs with the soapy sponge, lathering his cock and balls and then massaging the soap around with her hands. Using her soapy hands to stroke his cock clean. When she was done with his cock and balls she finished by washing his ass she didn't want to give him any reason to say she didn't do a good job.

After she finished she handed him the sponge, she hated him washing and touching her, but at least she was getting a shower, she hated being dirty even more then his touch.
 
James let Amy soap his body up and caress him all over with the luffa and her hand. For a while his penis was flaccid, that changed when Amy finally worked up to caressing his balls and cock, smiling to himself as she focused on cleaning him, he had purposely tried to keep himself thinking unsexy thoughts just so that when she finally touched him that he would react strongly. If he could not convince her that she was his dirty little slave slut through her own bodily reactions then he would have to assist by showing her that she makes him react and by extension is the cause of her own problems. It was a twisted logic and one that relied on the victim believing that failing logic but Amy was headed down that path so he might as well leave a trail of bread crumbs for her to willingly follow.

Taking the soap and the luffa from Amy, his erection still pointing up in the shower, soapy remains slowly sliding down as the water fell down upon the two of them. Unlike Amy, James was a little different with his method of cleaning. Crouching down, James lifted Amy's foot off the ground and lathered her foot with the soap first, working his way from between her toes and sole of her foot up to her legs, skipping beyond her ass and pussy for now, much as Amy had, James stepped behind Amy and softly caressed her back with soap, working up to her shoulders and down her arms. Not forgetting, James spent a little while soaping up her arm pits.

James had left only three portions of her body uncleaned now, her breasts down to her vagina and her ass were two of them, her head was the third. Lathering up Amy's ass, no crevice or part of her was taboo or off limits, lathering it up first, he stepped closer behind her, pressing his erection at the small of her back as he wrapped his arms around her so he could lather and wash her breasts before working his way down to her pussy. Whispering into her ear as the hot water cleansed the two of their sweat and dirty pores. "Now would you like your hair done too?"

James' actions had all been unlike him, his touch had been soft and sensitive, tender and caring rather than his normal harsh touch. It was a side that he had not shown Amy, no doubt she had expected him to have rubbed her in soap in the most harshest possible way. The only James like thing to remind her that it was him in there with her was that his cock pressed against her back and his chest pressed against her shoulders. "If you don't then we could always continue what we started." hinting at making her blow him once more.
 
This was very unlike him, at first she didn't want or like the feel of him touching her, but as he gently worked up her body, lathering and soaping, gently working the sponge she could almost forget who was touching her. She felt a warmth flowing through her body in an almost arousing type of way. Closing her eyes and leaning back against him she caught herself on the verge of moaning, She had to bite her lip to hold back and pull herself back to reality and remind herself just who it was that was touching her. No she wouldn't let herself get turned on by his touch, she told herself. She could tell herself that all she wanted, the fact was, she was getting turned on by his touch.

When he pulled her back against him and and wrapped his arms around her so he could wash her breasts, a quick moan escaped her mouth. She rolled her eyes and looked up at the head of the shower where the water was coming out of and mentally scolded herself, she didn't need to give him anymore ammunition to use against her by letting him know she was getting turned on. When his hands moved down her soft body towards her pussy she spread her legs letting him work the soap over her delicate folds.. Despite how gentle he was being, she felt sore and raw from the previous abuse.


She closed her eyes and rested her head back on his chest feeling the soothing sensation as he rubbed over her sore and bruised body as if letting all the stiffness and soreness wash away with the water. She was drifting in the warmth of the feeling as he lowered his head, his lips brushing against her ear almost like a lover would when he whispered in her ear. Her heart skipped and then raced for a quick moment, her body reacting before her mind when she let out a moan in response to his question. Her eyes immediately snapped open as she lifted her head off his chest, her body stiffening as she realized what she had just done.

"a..a..a please can I have my hair washed," she said, as her heart continued to race and her voice sounded a little breathless.
 
James slowly parted from Amy so that he could place the bar of soap and luffa on the little tray held upon the wall and when he did so he retrieved the bottle of shampoo. Placing a small amount of shampoo into his left hand, James put the bottle back on the tray and rubbed his hands together before placing them into Amy's hair, at first he pushed her to one side a little, keeping her head out of the water for the moment, his hands lathering the shampoo over as much of her hair as he could.

Once satisfied that he had quite enough spread about he scrubbed firmly with his fingertips into her scalp, not painful enough to make her comment but perhaps a little rougher than she would have done to herself. His fingers when they moved down the the lower ends of her hair at first run through her hair like a gentle comb but soon after resorted to pulling her hair taught and pushing down with his balled fist from the scalp to the tips. This was more pain orientated, enough to make her yelp at the least or back talk him.

He was enjoying himself whilst cleaning her, he was not doing a half assed job of it because he wanted to clean her up just as much as she wanted to be clean. Of course he planned on dirtying her again soon after all of this. After two minutes of thoroughly scrubbing and pulling on her hair he leaned in close behind her as no doubt she'd have long shut her eyes. "Tilt your head back, its time to wash it all out." Giving her the heads up that she should keep her eyes shut and brace for the soapy shampoo suds.

Pulling her back under the water by her hair, James tried to get the soapy suds to wash down her scalp and to her back rather than over her forehead and into her eyes, it was inevitable that a small amount would however wash that way. When the shampoo had rinsed out, James resumed the position he had been in before hand, holding onto her from behind, his lips close to her ear as he whispered "Now where were we?"
 
Amy was quite surprised by how gentle James was being, this certainly was a side of James she hadn't seen before.

She leaned back and closed her eyes. Although he was being a little rough it still felt relaxing and soothing, she couldn't help by let out soft little moans every now and then as his fingers massaged her scalp. With her eyes closed she could almost forget it was James that was touching her. Well that was until he yanked her head back by the hair causing her to yelp more out of shock then pain.

"Ok," she nodded as James told her to tilt her head back as she closed her eyes. The soothing water raining down on her. She realized how she missed the simple things like just taking a shower when she wanted to. Back home before James had kidnapped her she used to like to shower at least once a day and sometimes she would even take a bath later in the day when she just wanted to soak and relax in some nice scented bubbly water.

When James had finished rinsing her hair he once again pulled her back against him. It seemed to her that he always had a hard-on as again she felt it pressing against her back. Her heart always seemed to kick up and start pounding when ever he would whisper in her ear like that.. It felt sort of arousing in a strange way. .. but then she couldn't let herself get aroused by the sadistic bastard. But when he was like this.. she could almost .........

"mmm I think you where going to let me eat," she said and as she said this her stomach made an audible grumble as if to agree with her.
"After all you haven't let me eat yet today."
 
James turned the taps off as Amy spoke, listening to her talk about eating. He had not remembered promising to feed her however he was trying to avoid starving her at this point as she had already lost some weight in the short period of time he had her prisoner, he had to hold a fine line in keeping her slender but also keeping her healthy and fed to a point where she was not in danger of falling ill. Pressing against her once more, making sure to press his cock against her. He wanted to instill in her that when she was the cause of his erections. After all it was her touch that had brought him up this time.

Reaching out to the shower door, James slid the door open as he whispered to Amy in response to her suggestion of food. "That sounds right, now get that cute ass out of the shower and get us dried off and maybe I will agree to the idea." Stepping back just enough to smack her wet ass. Admiring the view. It should be interesting to see what was going to happen over the next few minutes. James had images running through his head of Amy in the kitchen. Perhaps he would have her do the cooking, dressing her in an apron.

James watched to see how Amy would react to being smacked and ordered about. She had been quite docile for the shower and had been happy enough to blow him before that despite having been defiant after having sex with her on the couch. James smiled as his eyes watched her naked form, enjoying that she had the butt plug wedged inside her rectum, soon, very soon he was going to have his cock buried deep in there too. He could not wait. But it was not going to happen today, no that was perhaps a little too fast. The only way he could justify any advancements to his plans were if she become openly defiant and made sure that he wanted her to pay heavily for it. Since Amy was evidently hungry and her stomach had agreed, that was not likely to happen until after she had filled her belly with food.
 
The wet slapping sound rang out in the small bathroom as Amy gave a tiny yelp at the sting on her wet ass. She felt a momentary heat pulse through her body in almost an arousing type of way. Amy shook her head a little bit. Was it to shake those thoughts from her head or was it denial? Either way she sternly told herself she wasn't going to give into that kind of thinking, as much as James was trying to convince her otherwise.

"okay, okay. I can take a hint," she said.
Rubbing her ass that now supported James hand print she stepped from the shower and grabbed one of the big fluffy towels off the towel rack. She bent down in front of him and started drying his legs and working up his body. Taking special care to try not to arouses him anymore then he already was as she gently moved the towel around his cock and balls.

Once she was finished drying James she wrapped the towel around herself and stepped around him to the bathroom sink where she picked up his hair brush to start untangling her wet hair. She watched James behind her in the bathroom mirror waiting for what he would want her to do next.
 
James smiled and let Amy dry him off, pleased that she had decided that he was the important one of the two that needed to be dried off first. Watching her dry herself off and wrap the towel around her body before she side stepped him to make her way to the sink and mirror. It would be good for her to brush her hair, if it was left as it was there was bound to be problems and that was going to cut into time he could have spent doing other things instead. Naked, James watched Amy brushing her hair before he stepped closer to her and held a hand out as if giving her the option to let him brush her hair for her. Unlike other gestures, this was not the typical do it or face my wrath sort, it was a I don't really care if you take up the offer sort. He was relaxed and in a fairly good mood so he was playing his hand at making Amy like him even if by only a small amount at a time.

The towel was hindering his view of her lovely body but it was not something she would want to wear too long if at all beyond the confines of the bathroom. After drying off two adults, in quick succession it was likely to be rather damp and soaked. Furthermore, James did not like the idea of letting her prance about in anything more than what he wanted her to wear and that currently was nothing. The ideas floating through his head came to a momentary thought he had earlier, it was a topic of hair. Not the hair on her scalp but the hair that was beginning to grow between her legs. It had to go. At the moment all James had for such removal was a razor. Perhaps another day when he goes shopping he could stock up on waxing products if that were the better alternative.

"First up, let us get you straightened up. Your hair brushed, trimming that bush growing between your legs and then we can worry about food." This time, Amy would be the one having to cook and prepare the meal, James had for the entire time been the one making the meals, not that Amy had so much as stepped foot in the kitchen other than those brief times she had been blindfolded. For once he could have her make him something.
 
Watching him in the mirror a confused look on her face as she realized he was offering to brush her hair. Is it any wonder she was wondering what he was up too? After all most of what she had known of James he had been rough and brutal, was this just another prelude to more abuse at his hands she wondered. She handed him the hairbrush with out even turning around but instead kept watching him in the mirror.

When James had mentioned her pubic hair she slightly blushed.. she had noticed it as well but not in the same way James had... not having pubic hair for so long as it started growing back she found the itch and feel of it was almost unbearable.
"Trim it?" she asked a little confused. "Do you have any wax?" Surely she didn't want him anywhere near her privets with him holding a razor.
 
James took a hold of the brush, stroking her hair with it, he was firm with the brush, pressing the bristles down on her scalp, he pushed his way through tangled hair. It was not the tender touch of a woman but the touch of a man, even Amy's father would have been like this, although one would be able to strongly argue that James was doing it a little on purpose because he enjoyed bringing her pain, that said the level of discomfort was not anything Amy would have to fear. Yes, at first it would hurt a little bit but once it was under way he was going to ensure that her hair was properly brushed, and would look and feel soft and silky.

He did not shy from his brushing for any reason, if Amy moved he was going to move with her, perhaps not in sync with her moment for moment but it would be clear if she did try to shy from him that he would have none of it. James had a vested interest in Amy, and in her hair. He liked to run his fingers through her hair and loved to grasp a hold of it, if her hair was properly brushed his fingers would slide through easily and not get stuck and if he did it right, when he wrapped her hair around his hand he would feel the silky strands caressing him from all sides. Right now he was earning himself subtle trust points with her, it was just like Machiavellian had proposed in his book, The Prince; Is it better to be loved or feared? The answer should be both, but, because it is difficult to unite them in one person, is much safer to be feared than loved, when, of the two, either must be dispensed with. James had relied heavily on the fear to begin with because he needed it, but he could ill afford to forsake the alternative especially with Amy starting to show signs of breaking.

Brushing her hair, James listened as she questioned him on the idea of shaving and waxing. "No I don't have any wax." smiling as he moved in close behind her, showing her his face in the mirror. "You'd rather I wax you than shave?" alluding to the fact that waxing is much more painful. Of course, James would much prefer the wax too, it would take more time to regrow and provided a much smoother surface. "I am used to shaving, but waxing is not exactly something I do."
 
Amy winced as the brush tugged and pulled on her long red hair while keeping her crystal blue eyes on him in the mirror. She noticed a slight curl at his lips when ever she would wince in pain and she knew James enjoyed giving her this small amount of pain, she could see it in his eyes and all over his rugged face.

"I would rather be waxed," she told him. Although it was true that waxing would be painful compared to shaving, but the thought of James with a razor anywhere near her pussy sent waves of shivers through her body. However she would never voice her fear to James because, she knew he would use it against her just to torment her even more, the sick bastard that he was.
"Well if you don't know how to do it you could just give it to me and i can do it myself." she offered, however she was quite sure that she wouldn't be getting out of this that easily, not the way James liked to see her squirm in pain. And also waxing meant that it would stay smooth longer avoiding that insane itch not to mention having to have him do it again even sooner.
 
James continued to brush Amy's hair, he had gotten through alot of the knots through force and now her hair was much smoother to brush so it did not hurt nearly as much, oh sure, the brush pressing against her scalp might feel a tad harder than normal but the brush would not get tangled in her hair now, making it a fairly easy job to do now. Yes, James enjoyed the winces Amy made, but it was also pleasing to brush her hair and do something nice like this too, after all she was something of a pet to him, it was good to take the time out and brush your pets.

Looking into the mirror as Amy spoke about waxing, nodding slowly agreeing to her suggestion. "I shall pick up some wax tomorrow and we can fix that up." After a couple more minutes of brushing her hair, James lowered the brush and put it down on the bench beside the sink and mirror. "All done." referring to brushing her hair. There were now no tangles or knots, any that he had encountered were untangled and straightened out or had been casualties of the war and ended up as loose hairs clinging to the brush rather than remaining attached to her scalp.

"Now drop the towel if you are down drying yourself off and get that pretty ass into the kitchen before I change my mind about being nice, if you behave I might even let you wear something." That was an unexpected turn of events, James offering to give her something to wear. Ever since he had abducted her he had slowly taken clothes away from her, never had he offered her something to wear, not including blankets and quilts for her bed. Watching her reaction in the mirror, waiting for her to leave the bathroom so that he could follow her to the kitchen.
 
Amy watched the expression on his face as he laid the brush back down on the sink. Cocking an eyebrow, did he really say something to wear? She had to take a second look at his face to see if he was serious.

She slowly unwrapped the towel from around her, it was true she was getting quite used to James seeing her naked and was no longer as horrified and embarrassed as she was a week ago. Mind you by this point James had seen every inch of her so that there was nothing left to hide. She turned around handing him the towel so his hands where full as her soft body still warm from the shower brushed against his naked body as she moved around him towards the door.

Again she had to pass right by the front door, but this time James was fallowing closely behind her as she made her way across the living room and out to the kitchen.
 
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