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Wrong Place, Wrong Time (Orgasmo vs. Lilytania)

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Orgasmo666

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“Well I’m glad you enjoyed the show, Honey,” the male said to the fetching blonde whose hand rested in the crook of his elbow as they continued to walk along the sidewalk. The New York City side street they were on was a bit dark in some spots, yet there was ample enough illumination from the interspersed streetlights above for them to see where they were going. “And now that I’ve taken over as District Attorney, we’ll be doing this a lot more often, I promise,” he added cheerily. Taking out his keys, the newly appointed D.A. pointed the key chain at the pewter 2011 Mercedes SL 500 and pressed the remote “unlock” button. Two high-pitched electronic beeps pierced the night air, signaling the car’s alarm system being deactivated and were immediately followed by the “clunk” of the doors unlocking. The male opened the passenger side door and helped the young woman into the luxury carriage. Once she was all the way in, he shut the door firmly and made his way to the driver’s side of the car.

He quickly strode around and opened the door, but before he could get in, he slumped inexplicably down to the ground, blood gushing from the two large holes in his chest. His eyes filled with fear as he turned his gaze through the open door to his wife sitting in the car. She, not knowing what had happened at first, just sat there looking at him. She was totally unable to comprehend the image before her. When it finally clicked, she abandoned all sense, clambered over the middle glove compartment and the driver’s seat and got out of the car scrambling to her husband’s side. She attempted to stop the bleeding with her hands and then, in the same way he had done before her, she slumped to the ground with two identical holes in her chest. She lay there, eyes wide in fear, her breathing slow, bubbly and becoming more labored. Her gaze never left that of her husband and the last image she saw was that of the lifeless scared eyes of the man she loved.

Moments later, a single unassuming figure wearing a dark designer suit, sans tie, emerged from the shadows nearby. Declan Kilpatrick, known in certain underground circles as “The Exterminator” or simply, “Mr. K”, swiftly and silently made his way towards the two bodies lying motionless on the cold pavement. Both were slumped together, one with an arm over the other, warm blood seeping through the finger’s of the female’s hand, an attempt to stop the bleeding of her companion, a mistake. The six-two blonde male who made his living as a stone-cold contract killer slowly entered the glow of the nearby streetlight and stood over the bodies, looking down upon them with emotionless steel-blue eyes. He then aimed the barrel of his glimmering Wilson Combat CQB .45 ACP handgun at the male’s head and fired two more silenced shots, putting two slugs into his cranium and confirming the kill. Satisfied that the young District Attorney was no longer a participant in this world, Declan removed the silencer, placed it in his pocket and slipped the pistol under his sport coat and into it the holster against his body then turned and calmly began walking away. Another hit successfully completed without a hitch. Or so he thought…
 
Ariadne Wagoner sighed as the last customer of the night left her alone in the shop. He had been an obnoxious man, who kept changing his order just to bother her. She shut the cash register and locked it, and began locking down the little cafe. The eighteen-year-old had been given her first shift on her own during the low times of business, during the darkened New York City hours. No one cared for a coffee or Danish at eleven at night. They would rather be safely tucked in their homes, sleeping away from the dangers of NYC streets.

Ariadne went into the back of the shop and grabbed her bag. She made sure the front door was locked before slipping out the back. She stowed the keys in her pocket and began making her way down the dark street.

Ariadne's red hair and bright green eyes weren't exactly visible in the dim light, but she could still see shapes and features just as well. She traveled through side streets and alleys, since her apartment was located about five blocks away. She walked in silence, until she saw something she's never be able to unsee.

The new District Attorney was escorting his wife to their car. She recognized him from tv. As the man helped his wife in, she watched as he slumped to the ground, two dark holes catching the light, as if they were wet. Ariadne was slow to realize what had happened just as the wife was. She put her hands to her mouth and backed up a bit. She was in the shadows. She watched in horror as the wife was soon in the same position as her husband. She put her hands to her mouth and held back a gasp.

Soon, a man came from the shadows and shot the D.A. through the head. Ariadne squeaked and stumbled backwards. She bumped into a trashcan, which sent it loudly toppling over. She scurried back and tried to stay in the shadows, grabbing her phone. She wasn't thinking things through. The phone lit up as she tried to dial 911, giving away her exact location. She froze when she realized she was in plain sight that way.
 
When he heard the squeal of a female nearby. Declan’s head reflexively swiveled around in the direction from which it had come. His eyes and ears locked onto the toppled trashcan and instantly picked up the telltale glow of the person’s phone in the shadows. Great. A fucking witness I have to deal with now. An angry scowl constringed his brow as he strode toward her without delay. Quickly closing the gap, Declan grabbed her by the upper front portion of her outfit and shoved her forcefully up against the brick wall of the building. Apparently she had been too frightened to run away at his approach. He snatched the phone from her hand and saw on the screen that she had dialed 911. “Son of a bitch!” Declan uttered irately as he flung the mobile with full force against the wall, shattering it into pieces. He then pulled his handgun from its holster and pressed the end of the barrel against her forehead.

“Sorry, Red, I really hate to have to do this to such a pretty face, but unfortunately, you just happened to be in the most wrong place at the most wrong time. Nothing personal,” he said to her grimly. It was a shame too. He did find the young female to be exceptionally attractive upon closer inspection. Had they encountered each other under different circumstances, say at a bar or club or anywhere else for that matter, who knows… As he held her pinned against the wall at arm’s length, Declan turned his head to the side and squinted so as to not get too much of her blood and brain matter splattered on his face or in his eyes. The stone-cold assassin-for-hire squeezed the trigger, but was met with resistance. What the-?! Declan looked at his gun and saw that a spent shell casing - from the last shot he had fired into the D.A.’s head - was lodged in the ejection port causing his gun to jam.

Declan pressed his forearm against the fetching redhead’s upper chest and his knee against her lower torso, leaning his two-hundred pound frame against her to hold her in place while he exigently tried to pull back the slide of his gun in an attempt to clear the jam. No luck. The spent shell casing was too firmly wedged in. Shit. Precious seconds were ticking away and his escape was becoming more and more compromised. Another scream was heard in the near distance as well the sound of approaching police sirens. Fuck. Declan had to get out of here and fast. It was only a short matter of time before this place would be swarmed by the cops. The six-two male who made his living as a contract killer, not a kidnapper, grasped the redhead firmly behind the elbow and began ushering her roughly towards his piano black Audi A8 W12 parked curbside about twenty feet away.
 
Ariadne was hurriedly dialing 911 and trying to get in as the killer approached her. She pressed the call button, and she was frozen in place as he came close and pressed her against the wall. She squeaked in fear, and he quickly had flung her phone at the wall and shattered it. Her bright green eyes sparkled with fear as he spoke to her. This man was nuts. Absolutely nuts. He'd killed the DA, and now he was going to kill her. She gritted her teeth as he held the gun to her head. She shut her eyes and tried to block out what was coming.

But Ariadne could still feel the breath of the air, hear the sirens, a few seconds later. She opened her eyes cautiously and looked over at the frustrated villain. She whimpered and squirmed as he grabbed her elbow and began to drag her off toward a car. She fought and squirmed. "Please, I'll keep my mouth shut!" she begged quietly.
 
Declan opened the driver’s side door of his black Audi and threw the fighting and squirming redhead headfirst into the passenger’s seat. He got in himself and hit the master door and window lock so that she wouldn’t be able to open anything on her side. Declan turned the ignition, but purposely kept the lights off and pulled away slowly. “Fighting and resisting isn’t going to help you” he told the girl sternly, hoping she would keep quiet and not struggle too much. The sound of approaching sirens caused him to look up in the rearview mirror and soon the scene behind them was lit up with police lights.

He continued on and once at the far end of the block, Declan turned on his headlights and calmly drove away from the scene. The cold-blooded killer thought about driving over to New Jersey and finishing off the girl in an abandoned warehouse in Secaucus or in some remote tract of land in Westfield. He quickly decided against it, at least for now. He couldn’t risk the girl causing a big scene at any of the bridge or tunnel toll booths. Besides, if the girl had seen him, there was a fair chance someone else had seen him and his car. Fuck.

With the advent of homeland security, there had been a beefed up law enforcement presence at of all tunnels and bridges leading into and out of Manhattan. If they had been alerted, they would be on the lookout for his car. Leaving the city, at least for now, was out of the question. The safest location at the moment was his place, but it probably wasn’t a good idea at all to bring her there. Declan didn’t have much choice so he was going to have to bite the bullet and deal with it. He would decide what to do with the female once he had gotten her and himself safely to his place. Declan reached over and grabbed the back of the girl’s neck and forced her head down into her lap. “Close your eyes and keep quiet!” he ordered. He didn’t want her to see where they were going, just in case.
 
Ariadne fell into the car and barely stopped herself from slamming her head into the center console between the front two seats. She straightened herself and quickly tried to climb out again, but he had shut the door, and he quickly came around into his seat and locked all the doors. The fear of getting killed shut her up for the moment. He had been about to kill her. It seemed he didn't have any qualms about it.

Ariadne pulled her seat belt on and stayed as far away from the man as she could. She shook and trembled with fear, but she didn't make a sound. She was pressed up against the door. She looked back at the crime scene, and she saw all of the police lights and the silhouettes of people. She whimpered quietly and waited as her kidnapper slowly and calmly drove away.

Ariadne tensed when he grabbed onto the back of her neck. She glanced over at him just before he forced her head down. She whimpered and put her hands on the back of her head. She bit her lip and stayed down like that, staring at her lap. After a few minutes, she shifted slightly. "Where are you taking me?" she asked. She wanted to know what was in store for her.
 
“Just shut the fuck up and keep your head down, bitch! I’m not telling you again,” Declan told her angrily as he drove his car through Manhattan’s famous meat-packing district with all it’s hip and trendy night clubs and restaurants. He continued holding her head down in her lap as he turned down a side street and pulled up to the large metal door of a warehouse building. Declan then opened his window and punched some numbers into the security keypad mounted on the wall.

After a brief moment, the large metal door slid open automatically and Declan drove the Audi into the private garage of his multi-million dollar loft apartment. He waited for the garage door to close completely behind him before releasing hold of the girl’s head and letting her up. Declan then got out of the car, tucked his jammed gun into his waistline, grabbed the redhead by the arm along with her bag and yanked her out of the car as roughly as he had thrown her in. “Let’s go, Red,” he told her as he led her to the large cargo elevator which took them up.

The cargo elevator eventually came to a halt and opened up to Declan’s 2.6 million dollar abode - a split level Lower Manhattan loft. The main level was one large contiguous space which looked as though it were designed for entertaining guests. A large state-of-the-art kitchen melded into a sprawling living area complete with plush leather seating, an entertainment center consisting of a wall-mounted 66” flat screen television and a Bose 14.4 stereo surround sound system.

Past the full bar was a computer work station with multiple close-circuit security television screens showing views of the outside door, the garage and the cargo elevator. Beyond the workstation was an area with various exercise and weight-lifting equipment as well as a mini dojo. Behind the dojo was a secret door which led to a separate area which housed the various tools his trade. Crossing the threshold of his home, Declan led the young woman over by the kitchen, pulled out a thick roll of duct tape from a drawer and placed it along with his gun and the young woman’s bag on the center counter. He then unceremoniously began patting her down searching for any weapons she might happen to have. The last thing he needed was to get maced in his own apartment by some chic who had seen his face and witnessed one of his hits then have her escape.
 
Ariadne tensed when he spoke to her. He had a tone to his voice that just demanded obedience, and she was afraid to disobey. Afraid to disobey the man with the gun. She kept her head down, not liking his hand holding her down. She would've told him she would stay down, but he had already told her to shut up. So, she bit her lip and stayed silence.

Ariadne heard him punch in something in what she thought to be a keypad, then some large doors started to slide open. She felt the car lurch forward, and then his hand left her head. She took that as a sign that she could look, and she raised her head. He was quickly at her door and unceremoniously yanking her out. She stumbled along in silence and waited.

When the doors opened, Ariadne was amazed at what she saw. She tried not to show the fascination on her face. This place was better than anything she'd be able to get, even if she saved every single penny she made her entire life. She glanced over at him. He must make a lot of money as an assassin, a hitman, whatever he was.

Ariadne looked over nervously at the ducttape on the counter. If she could only get her bag, she had a couple textbooks in there. She could use them as weapons. She flinched when he patted her down. "The only thing I ever carry on me is my phone, and you shattered that against a wall," she said, then bit her lip. Would he take offense to that? She glanced at him nervously. She watched as his hands ran over her dark green shirt and khaki pants, her work uniform. She didn't trust this man at all. She gritted her teeth carefully.
 
Satisfied she had no dangerous objects on her, Declan forcefully turned her around, placed the redhead’s arms behind her back and proceeded to bind her wrists tightly together using an extra heavy amount of the duct tape. He thought about also taping her mouth shut and blindfolding her too, but decided not to. There was no one else in the building so no one would hear her if she screamed and anything she saw in his loft didn’t really matter considering what he ultimately had planned for her. He took a moment to go through her bag - just random girl crap and some textbooks. He took out her pocketbook and found her identification card containing her name, date of birth and address. “Ariadne Wagoner…” he said comparing the picture to her face. “Eighteen years old… My, my… aren’t you the tasty little morsel,” he added, looking her over with a sinister gleam in his eyes. Next, Declan took his gun from the counter, pulled the slide back firmly and successfully cleared spent shell casing from the ejection port, thus unjamming it.

With gun in hand, Declan took Ariadne by the arm and bruskly led her across the hardwood floor to his living area and tossed her into the black leather lazy-boy. He then walked over to the bar and poured himself a glass of scotch. As he made his way back, Declan took out his cell phone and made a call. As he waited for an answer, he sat down on the leather Ottoman at the foot of the lazy-boy directly in front of his red-haired captive. He took a sip of his scotch and just then, the person whom he was calling picked up. “Hey, it’s me,” Declan said to the person on the other end. “I need you to bring the van over, I have a dead body that I need to get rid of,” he continued as he looked at the pretty eighteen year old female sitting there less than a foot in front of him. “What?! Where?… Parsippany? … Shit…. No, it’s fine, just be sure to bring the van over tomorrow morning then when you’re done with that job… Yeah, bye.”

Declan ended the call and placed his phone on the coffee table behind him. He took another sip of scotch and twirled his gun around his finger as he looked Ariadne over. “Looks like you’re going to be spending the night, Red.” Even though there was still the matter of having to get rid of this witness he had ended up with by accident, he felt a huge wave of relief wash over him as a result of another successful hit. With that sense of relief, his mind drifted off to other, more lurid thoughts. His eyes began roving over his captive’s body, imagining what she looked like underneath those clothes of hers. “What am I going to do with you until morning, Red?… What to do, what to do, indeed…” he contemplated out loud in a menacing tone as he reached across and with the tip of his gun’s barrel, gently brushed aside a bit of hair from her forehead and out of her striking green eyes. Such a pretty face…
 
Ariadne yelped when she was suddenly spun around, and he began to bind her wrists together. She whimpered and bit her lip. What was she supposed to do now? This man was smart, cunning, and sly. She watched as he unjammed the gun. So that was how she was spared. She bit her lip and waited, watching him carefully. When led to the chair, she sat down, and her green eyes kept watching him.

Ariadne listened to his side of the phone call as he spoke to someone. She tensed and her eyes widened when he said he had a dead body to dispose of. Was he talking about her? She swallowed and silently watched him. He had to keep her overnight. That didn't calm her nerves in the slightest.

When the man hung up, Ariadne watched him with fearful eyes. She cringed as he spoke to her. She didn't like his voice. It was menacing, threatening. She was rather nervous about sitting here just waiting for something to happen. She could see his eyes trailing over her body. She shifted uncomfortably, and quietly whimpered when he brushed hair out of her face. She swallowed. "You could let me go," she said quietly. "Really, I won't tell anyone."
 
A muffled chuckle emanated from Declan’s sealed lips when she suggested that he could let her go and that she wouldn’t tell anyone. “Oh, I know for a fact that you won’t be telling anyone,” Declan replied with an evil knowing look. He could sense her fear and he fed off it. And the longer he stared at her, the more turned on he found himself becoming. While it was approaching 3 am, it was still going to be some time before Pauli came by with the van. He figured might as well have some fun. It wasn’t like he was ever going to see this chic again after tonight anyway. In his mind, Declan was beginning to realize some of the perks to this kidnapping thing.

There wasn’t really anything she could do to stop him from having his way with her. At this point she was just a piece of meat as far as Declan was concerned. So having his way with her is what he decided he was going to do. Remaining seated on the ottoman directly in front of her, Declan reached over with both hands, careful to point the gun away, and began slowly ripping the fabric of her shirt apart down the front then tore away the sleeves. “Stand up,” Declan ordered her sternly, motioning with his gun for her to do so right away as he tossed the tattered remains of her shirt onto the floor.
 
Ariadne tensed as he spoke. He had an evil, knowing look on his face that made her quite nervous. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest, and she looked at him fearfully. He could do almost anything to her, and she wouldn't be able to stop it. She shifted as she came to that realization. She wished she hadn't. She whimpered quietly. He obviously wasn't about to let her go.

Ariadne tensed when he leaned in close and tore her shirt down the middle before cutting the sleeves. She whimpered and shut her eyes for fear of what was to come. She stood up obediently, and her shirt fell from her body. She opened her eyes after a moment to look at him and beg. "Please, I'll do anything. Just let me live!"
 
Ignoring Ariadne’s pleas, Declan remained seated upon the ottoman as she stood right before him and the professional assassin proceeded to unfasten the front of her pants. He deftly slipped them off along with her shoes and wasted little time casting them aside. Declan took a moment to peruse the sight of the fetching redhead standing before him now clad only in her bra and panties. He picked up his drink and sipped from the glass as his eyes roamed greedily over the beautiful curves and contours of his captive’s scrumptious body. He set his drink back down and proceeded to slowly run his hands up and down between her creamy inner thighs as well as up against the crotch portion of her panties. Declan couldn’t help but notice how silky smooth her young skin felt especially compared to the rough surface of his hands. Oh, the things he was going to do to her.

With gun in hand, Declan got up slowly and without warning, pulled her close and gripped her tightly by the jaw causing her cheeks and lips to scrunch up. The seasoned killer then leaned in close to the side of her head, continuing to squeeze her pretty face tightly and through gritted teeth, spoke directly and gruffly into her ear. “Don’t you fucking move.” As he spoke, he placed the length of the gun barrel gently against the side of Ariadne’s face and ran it slowly down her neck. He didn’t stop there. The length of the barrel continued lightly down the bare portion of her upper chest and further still over her bra where he used the tip of the gun to tease both her nipples. With both hands bound behind her back, there was little she could do to resist. By now, there was slim doubt as to what he intended to do with her.

Declan released his grip on her face and leaned back slightly for a moment, only to reach behind the Ariadne’s neck with his hand and pull her back close so he could speak into her ear once more, though with less anger in his voice. “Actually, I’m kind of curious as to whether or not you’re a natural redhead.” As he spoke, he reached down and ran the barrel of his gun down her bare stomach and further still against the front of her panties. Continuing to hold her close against himself, Declan reached down even further still between her thighs, rubbing the barrel of the gun back and forth up and under against her crotch over her panties near where he had run his hands against her moments earlier.
 
Ariadne squirmed and wailed as he pulled her pants down. She could see his eyes gazing greedily over her young body. She bit her lip and looked at him desperately. She twisted pathetically and wailed. She screeched when he began to run his hand over her soft skin. She trembled and whimpered. She shied away when his hand went to her crotch. When he pulled her close and held the gun to her face, she tensed and whimpered. She froze Nd continued to whimper quietly as he ran the gun down her young body. She trembled, trying so hard not to move. She was terrified to disobey. He'd been going to kill her before the police showed up, so she didn't doubt he would still kill her.

Ariadne knew perfectly well what he was going to do, but she was terrified. She couldn't do anything about it. Her hands were tied behind her back. When he pulled her close again, she swallowed nervously. "I am," she whispered. "If you let me go, I-I can go home and get you a baby picture, to show you." She whimpered as he ran his gun over her crotch. "Please stop."
 
“Don’t worry, Red, everything is going to be okay,” Declan said, falsely reassuring her as he began slowly ripping apart the thin fabric of her bra to expose her pert breasts. It was going to be okay, alright - for him that is, after he had his way with her and got rid of her dead body later. For her, not so much, barring some sort of miracle. Her frantic pleas only seemed to excite and turn on the stone-cold killer even more, spurring him to continue further with his sexual assault and molestation of her nubile body.

Declan maneuvered his own body around so that he was now standing directly behind her. Sliding his free hand around her side to her bare stomach, he then pulled the Ariadne’s semi-naked body firmly against his much larger frame. He was becoming more turned on by the second as evidenced by the enlarging bulge in his pants now pressing up against the young woman’s backside. Declan never had any problems picking up women in the usual normal fashion, but left to its own devices, his criminal mind was not averse to taking advantage of the sweet, defenseless, innocent redhead.

“Let you go home? Now why would I do something silly like that?” he patronized as he continued teasing her nipples with the tip of his gun. He then leaned in close. “Besides, I can easily find out what your real hair color is just by checking between your legs,” Declan whispered breathily into her ear from behind. He then ran the tip of the loaded .45 tenderly down the side of her face and continued lightly down her neck, slowly tracing the end of his gun down along her belly while his free hand traveled up along her bare skin to cup one of her soft, firm breasts. As he began fondling her dumpling mound from behind, he slowly slid the barrel of the gun further down and under the front waistband of her panties where he began rubbing her pussy with the length its cold hard steel. Meanwhile, Declan’s ever-enlarging erection strained in his trousers as it pressed up eagerly against her ass.
 
Ariadne shook her head as he reassured her. She whimpered and began to cry, so frightened. "N-No, it's not. It's not..." She was trying so hard to keep herself from squirming. She was afraid his 'don't move' policy still applied. And he was still holding the gun. Why waste the time tracking her down to get what he wanted and then kill her, when he could just shoot her then? She could not run.

Ariadne squeaked as he pulled her body close. She whimpered, her breath becoming panicked little whimpers. Tears streaked down her cheeks. "Please," she begged. "Please!" She could feel his bulge eagerly pushing forward. She trembled and shook her head.

Ariadne tensed as he suggested checking between her legs. "Wh-what I'd I were to dye that too, just to make it match? Or maybe I shave?" she rambled. She was desperate. She wanted to try absolutely anything. "Please, I swear, I'll pay you. I will." She whimpered as he cupped her breast. She began to sob. She squirmed slightly. She wailed as he began to rub her pussy beneath her panties with the gun. "No," she said.
 
Declan chuckled softly to himself as he listened to Ariadne desperately beg, plea and bargain. How many times had he heard that or versions of it in the past. He couldn’t blame her for trying though. Desperate times called for desperate measures as they say. Even though Declan hadn’t been hired to kill her specifically, she had witnessed the hit, unfortunately. And despite all her begging and whining, the professional killer preferred not having any loose ends to have to worry about.

As far as what he was doing to her now, well, he was just evil like that. Declan gripped her breast more roughly, tweaking her nipple and enjoying the sound of her panicked whimpers. Ignoring her continued pleading and wailing, he rubbed her pussy harder with the barrel of the gun. After some time, Declan grabbed as much fabric of Ariadne’s panties as he could with the same hand he held the gun and proceeded to pull and tear it off her hips leaving her completely naked.

He spun his captive around so that she was now facing him. “Let’s see what you got for me, Red,” Declan said as he began inspecting her pubic area. He proceeded to slide the tip of his gun back and forth against the puffy outer lips of her young pussy. He could tell just from looking at her that fucking her was going to be a very tight fit and probably somewhat painful for her. “Mmm… yes, this will do nicely,” Declan approved. He pulled the gun away from her pubic area and set it down on the coffee table. He then unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside, keeping his eyes on hers the whole time.

Stepping closer wearing an evil smile, Declan placed his arm around her thin waist and pulled the blonde against his body. Leaning in close, he buried his nose in her ginger hair while at the same time reaching down between her legs where he began rubbing her mons pubis. “Like I said before, Red. Nothing personal. You just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time,” Declan whispered into her ear. He next placed a hand on the Ariadne’s shoulder, forced her down onto her knees before him then began unbuckling his belt and undoing his trousers.
 
Ariadne's breath was almost hyperventilating as the girl panicked and trembled. She whimpered as he continued to tease her body and make her all the more anxious about the whole situation. She whimpered and looked up at him. She was tense, and she had no idea what to do to defend herself against a man with a gun, especially with her hands tied behind her back. That saying of, "I could do it with my hands tied behind my back," didn't work too well when they actually were tied.

Ariadne whimpered as he tore away her panties. The poor girl was entirely defenseless. She shied away as he inspected her young pubic area with his gun. She whimpered quietly. "Please," she whispered. She bit her lip as he said she was in the wring place at the wrong time. When he forced her down, she whimpered, knowing what was coming. "Please, no," she said.
 
Declan scoffed at Ariadne’s whispered plea as he kicked off his shoes and socks. He finished removing his trousers along with his boxers and tossed them onto the Lazy-Boy. Declan stood naked in front of the young redhead who was knelt before him. His large erection, now free from the confines of his pants, hovered imposingly over her pretty face. Wearing an evil smile, Declan took hold of Ariadne’s hair, turned her face up to him and gave her a firm slap on the cheek. This was followed by another, equally stinging smack, letting her know who was in charge here.

Enjoying the sight of her eyes welling up, he slapped her again with a backhand hoping to see her mascara run down her face if and when the tears came. Continuing to grip her by the hair with one hand, Declan held the base of his thick rigid cock with the other and proceeded to lightly smack her face with its length. He then pressed the head of his engorged member to the Ariadne’s soft lips. “Put it in your mouth and start sucking, Bitch,” he ordered in a harsh tone of voice. “If you want any hope of getting out of here alive, you better do as I say, you fucking little cunt,” he added. As if there was any chance.
 
Ariadne whimpered as he removed his clothes. She trembled, and looked up at him as she had to stare at his cock. She cringed and tried to keep her face away. She stayed entirely tense, and when he slapped her she yelped. She felt his hand sail across her face again, and the tears spilled over, blending with her mascara. She felt his cock hit her face, and she whimpered. She hated this. She sealed her eyes shut and waited. Her body trembled with fear and with her quiet sobs. She bit her lip as she waited.

Ariadne felt his member press up against her lips. She whimpered and shut her eyes again. She heard him express the possibility of her getting out alive, and she slowly opened her mouth and began to suck. She cried as she did so, but she etill sucked on him. She held on to that hope that she would be free at the end of this.
 
Declan pushed his hard cock against Ariadne’s lips and felt an extra rush of excitement as he watched her acquiesce to his demands to take him into her mouth and start sucking. He watched intently as his captive went to work on his member. He brushed aside her bangs from her face for a more unobstructed view of the action and readjusted his grip on her hair. She seemed understandably reluctant or not very experienced at giving head or both. However, that didn’t really much matter to Declan.

One might have asked, do girls ever really enjoy giving a guy head? And the answer, at least for Declan and probably for many other guys, was a resounding “Who cares?” All’s he knew was that this chic’s warm moist lips and mouth surrounding his member felt incredibly amazing. “Mmm… yeah, that’s it, baby. Keep sucking.” As she continued sucking his cock, Declan gave her another slap on the face just to make sure she didn’t get any crazy ideas about resisting. He then reached down with his free hand and began massaging one of her breasts.

At this point, he was kind of glad that his gun had jammed out on the street and that he had to kidnap the redhead and take her back to one of his secret safe houses. After some time, Declan moved his hand from her breast and placed it behind her neck while keeping a firm grip of her hair with his other hand. He then pulled her head towards him while at the same time forcing more of his cock into her oral cavity. As he did so, he thrust his hips slowly, essentially fucking her mouth. “Fuck yeah, bitch. Keep going,” Declan moaned, enjoying the feeling of the head of his thick cock hitting the back of her throat.
 
Ariadne whimpered as she sucked on his cock and resisted clamping down her teeth very quickly. She looked up at him, and tensed when he brushed her red bangs out of her face. The girl hated every touch from him. She ran her tongue along his sensitive underside. She was nervous and inexperienced. The girl wanted out, and he wasn't allowing her that.

Ariadne knew he didn't care if she liked this or not. She was pretty sure he was going to be the last thing she saw, so she was doing her best to get on his seemingly nonexistent good side and convince him not to kill her. The trembling girl whimpered when he slapped her for no apparent reason. She had to keep herself from biting then.

Ariadne felt his hand migrate to her breast, then to the back of her neck. She could tell what was coming. She felt him begin to move of his own accord and push his cock back against her throat. She resisted gagging, and she whimpered as he began to fuck her mouth. She clenched her fists as she waited.
 
“Yeah, that’s it. Take it, Bitch!” Declan said through gritted teeth, relishing the sight of Ariadne’s eyes watering and the sound of her gagging on his cock. He pulled out of her mouth to allow her a tiny break and to catch her breath, then immediately rammed his cock back into her mouth and mercilessly carried on where he left off. He was just getting started. After some time, he pulled out again, turned her around while keeping Ariadne on her knees and bent her over the Ottoman.

Declan went down beside her on one knee and proceeded to run his hand between her young creamy thighs as he had done earlier, admiring her cute round ass and taking note of its unblemished smoothness. He alternated between groping her inner thighs and massaging her pussy with one hand while fondling her ass with the other. Then without any warning, he gave her ass a hefty smack, a smack which echoed throughout the loft. This was followed by another, equally loud spank on the rump and then another.

Declan blew on his palm and gave the redhead yet one more painful slap on her firm, round ass. He then repositioned himself behind her and buried his face into her from behind. With his lips, nose, and mouth pressed up against her pussy and asshole, Declan gripped her butt cheeks and began licking, nuzzling, inhaling and tasting her sex. Not so much to give her any pleasure, but just because along with being a hardened killer, he was also a depraved sex addict who loved ass and pussy.
 
It was a bit difficult to cry when her air was almost cut off, Ariadne found. She gasped for air whenever he pulled back, and she tried to breathe through her nose. The girl cried best she could and trembled. She was terrified of what was happening, terrified that she would die. She let him ram his cock into her mouth. When he pulled out, she took a deep and grateful breath before he quickly rammed back in.

As he turned her over, Ariadne whimpered and squirmed quietly. She didn't like the vulnerability of any of the positions. She pressed her cheek against the ottoman and waited nervously as he began to rub her more private regions. She whimpered and shook her head. She didn't like being stuck here while he abused her. "Please," she said quietly. She bit her lip, and when he buried his face into her, she gasped and couldn't help but give a little moan. She already knew that she was starting to get wet, despite her mind's protests.
 
Declan ignored Ariadne’s whimpering pleas, but did take note of her moaning as well as her pussy getting wet. He gripped her hips even tighter and pushed his face against her ass and pussy more forcefully. The ravenous Declan just couldn’t get enough of her sweet young honey pot. He deeply inhaled her musky scent as he continued to lick and suck her clit from behind. It was only when Declan slipped two fingers past the outer lips of her pussy and ran into her hymen that he found that his red-haired captive was a virgin. He pulled his face from her ass momentarily and smiled sinfully at his discovery. Knowing that he would soon be popping her cherry and taking her virginity only served to heighten his excitement.

With his anticipation building, Declan pulled Ariadne up onto her feet and turned her around to face him while he remained on his knees in front of her. “You didn’t tell me you were a virgin, Red,” he said, looking up at her wearing sinister smile while at the same time gently rubbing her innocent pussy. “This is going to be even better than I thought,” he added luridly, sliding his hands around to the back of her smooth thighs. He then leaned in and began planting butterfly kisses all over the front of her hips, pelvis and pubic mound while massaging the back of her thighs and ass with his strong hands. Declan then pressed his mouth up against her humid crotch and proceeded to lick and suck her clit and nuzzle her moist virgin pussy from underneath, forcing her legs apart with his face.
 
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