Cosplay of His Dreams

[Firm Master]

"Oh yes, God I can't wait!"
Windel had been spending weeks planning this. He knew when she'd leave in the morning to come here. He knew what she'd be wearing. He knew what booths she'd go to, likely in what order even. Hell, he was even dressed up himself to make the snatching that much better.

It was an anime convention that was starting to bustle with people. Many wore costumes dedicated to their favorite characters, some doing a better job than others at fitting the role. Windel annoyingly noticed a rather bovine shaped Aeris from Final Fantasy 7 walk by and sighed. His childhood was being torn to shreds by such displays, but that's not what he was here for.

He had taken off the mask he had been wearing, but now slipped it on over his head. Light blue and white streaks, shaped like a wolf. A werewolf to be more precise. On his hands he had large gloves for claws, but he purposely designed them to be stiffly braced against his lower arms. He also had a hole at the wrist of each one where his own hands could fit through easily. An important detail that he was pleased that he made sure to take care of.

He quietly waited behind a curtain that was draped between two booths. It seemed like a perfect staging area for an act. It would be even more perfect given an exit was only a handful of steps away and his van parked outside. Now all he had to do was wait for her. Wait for his little succubus to pop out into sight and let the show begin!

 

[Matsekkusu]

She felt the warm summer air quickly replace that of the air conditioned hotel, the bright sun beating down. She had come to the con with a few of her friends, but she opted to sleep in this day, exiting the hotel alone. She was dressed in her Lilith costume, tight leotard hugging her small body, 4 inch knee-high boots bringing her height up to a mighty 5’2, bright pink tights and topped off with the wig and wings.

She started walking to the convention center, her badge around her neck, noticing an ever growing amount of people as she approached. She had been here for a few years in the past, it drawing a very large crowd. The amount of costumes grew very quickly as she hit the block of the center, smiling as she made her way into the hall.

Inside was air conditioned, fortunately. Her small size made crowds a problem; many times people have not even seen her, although in such am eye catching costume, that would hopefully be reduced. She made her way up the main steps, having a general idea at where her friends where, or should be at least.

She headed straight for the combined artist ally and dealer’s room, being stopped a few times for a picture. Seeing the faces of other nerds ecstatically wanting to take her picture, or be in one with her. Walking into the dealer’s room, it not totally packed but defiantly was busy as she walked around looking for her friends.

 

[Firm Master]

Boredom was setting in in Windel. He had come far too early and he was getting anxious, then annoyed, then anxious again. Finally the time that she should be there was coming close and he started to glance through the curtain more carefully. It wouldn't be hard to miss her with that outfit she was wearing. He had spotted it in her hands before, even saw a picture of her trying it on once. Just thinking about that outfit made his mind race, but he forced himself to stay focused. Now was not the time to start imagining any time, but the present!

His heart was starting to race. She would be here. Right here. Any moment. Just a little longer and she'd be right before him, on the other side of the curtain, distracted.

He was starting to think he had calculated something, worry setting into motion. What was he going to do if she didn't come? Was he just going to try to find another way this time or wait until the next convention? Or sooner? Would he really have to wait that long? He started to feel anger build in his chest. That bitch is ruining my plans! His eyes flew across the crowd and his eyes caught the flash of pink tights, black wings, and a purple wig. His eyes chased down the face and sure enough, there she was!

He kept himself cool, under control. If he didn't fuck it up, things would go just perfectly! It would be real simple. All he had to do was go out there, put on an act, get her calm and take some pictures, then behave as if the act was continuing before he'd really start.

He felt his heart leap into his throat as she came into where he wanted her. Between the two booths, right in front of the curtain. He choked back his fear, reminded himself he wasn't some fucking pussy, and quickly pulled away the curtains to allow him and his costume to rush through. She turned to face him, probably startled by the sharp sound the curtains made in the air before he was on her and grappling her. He pulled her to him in the massive fake claws he wore, making it look like he was trying to crush her, but was simply hugging her. He could see her expression of concern and fear at first. And as she shifted about in his hold, finding it to be lose, he could tell she was lightly relaxing. She was safe, after all. It wasn't like he was going to kidnap her.

He finally let her go and laughed. These two characters, now together and starting to have others around laughing and wanting pictures. The stunt drew a crowd and had caught her attention in one swoop. He was tempted to think that the smiles she gave during the pictures was for him, because of him even. It made him want to abandon the plan and offer a date, perhaps. There would be no logical way she'd agree with that, though. He was older, larger, perhaps not even so far from the rest of these nerds that drooled over the sight of her. He'd have no chance that route. This was the only way he'd get to taste her, not just drool on her like the rest.

He gave another few minutes for the pictures and poses, making sure she wasn't starting to head out yet. Her scene wasn't over.

 

[Matsekkusu]

She sighed as she continued to look around the busy floor. Crossing her arms as she stepped to the side of the busy aisle, her eyes attempting to look and see if she could spot her friends. Having to get up on her toes to even have a chance to spot anyone she knew, and even then it didn’t help that much to see over the variety of swords and costumes.

She let out a breath as she gave up. “ I've no idea where they are” she thought to herself as she continued to walk aimlessly through the room. Her eyes looking briefly over the tables as she passes by them quickly, unable to stop of risk being trampled.
Then, out of the blue she saw and felt a large hand quickly wrap around her, her eyes opening wide. He mouth opened to scream, her first nature response. But a few moments pass and she realizes who grasped her. She smiled. “Oh, hi there” she said bubbly. “I didn’t expect to see you here.” She said as she relaxed, taking a small half step back.

She then noticed being lining up, in the obvious picture taking pose and her natural reaction took over again. She pushed herself up against him, the first few with her hips up against her body, some of the pictures of her turned sideways, her hands, trying at least, to rest on his should, some of her looking cute, her hands crossed in front of her as she looks down slightly.

After that was done she took a step back, with all the people dispersing. “That was fun, thank you” she said to him.

 

[Firm Master]

He nearly freaked when she said she recognized him. How the hell could she possibly recognize him? And then it clicked. She recognized the character and not him. She was seeing Jon Talbain, not him. He smiled to himself. This was all going so perfectly! Again it felt tempting to just offer a date with how she thanked him, but he knew better and he was going to fulfill his fantasies.

He said nothing as she thanked him. She was being so sweet, but it wouldn't last if he actually pulled off his outfit. Not that he was unattractive or anything. His large build and masculine facial features seemed to do fine with women. She just couldn't possibly want him. Especially with how much attention she garnered at a place like this. She was very sexy already and when she put on her Lilith outfit, it'd probably leave a lot of these guys going home tonight to have fantasies about her petite figure while they whacked off. It was something he was going to make sure wasn't happening to him tonight.

He grabbed her again, much like the first grab, except this time he gave no room to struggle. Quickly he pulled her back between the curtain and finally out of sight of anyone else. His hands poked out of the holes he made in the arms, keeping her body held tight while he produced a strip of cloth. He forcefully shoved it into her mouth and started to wrap it around. It was a little difficult, but with her unable to go anywhere, he had it on quickly. Another moment and he shoved a cloth bag over her head, not allowing her to see a thing and snapped a ball gag over the bag into her mouth before he finally dragged her out the exit.

His van was right there and it was a matter of opening the door, tossing her in, tying her up much more securely, a sheet over her, and he was off with her without an issue. He could hear her panicked cries being muffled by her gag while she lay in the back. Every sound made him even more excited.

It was a few minutes before the van stopped. A moment of silence before the sliding door was opened and he grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder. Several steps later and she was dropped into a chair. Her wrists had been tied behind her back and he now tied that knot onto the chair itself. He did the same with her legs, tied together at her ankles. It'd do for now until he had a chance to get her a little more settled in. He took another quick look at her, loving the fact that she was still dressed in her costume. He couldn't help but want to tear open that leotard and fuck her pussy right there, but then he'd need to untie her legs, and she'd kick him, and... He shook his head. It wasn't happening just yet.

He took his own costume off now, finishing up taking care of any details. The van was cleaned quickly, in case anything that linked him to that convention could be spotted. Finally he came back and looked at her. Happy with himself, he walked up and pulled the ball gag off, then the bag. And there she was. Her beautiful face looking back at him and a cloth holding her mouth slightly open so she couldn't speak and muffled any sounds she made. "Hello, Deanna." He gave a chuckle. "I know, you don't know me. I'm Windel." He came closer, leaning down and gently kissing her forehead before stepping back and looking at her again. "Don't worry. I know so much about you. And we're going to get very well acquainted."

 

[Matsekkusu]

She was surprised to feel him grab her again, expecting another round of pictures to come. But she stood there for a few moments before realizing no one was gathering. She put her hands up against him to walk away, but at that moment she felt him easily whisking her away behind a curtain. She didn't know what was going on, opening her mouth to speak only to have something shoved into it.

It all happened to quickly for her to react, looking up at him as the hood went over her head, followed by the ball gag, all within moments of each other. Muffled sounds coming from her, but as they didn't go anywhere to even come close to overpowering the roar of the merchant’s room, no one heard her.

She could feel herself being moved, the sound of a door being swung open combined with the rush of warm summer air over her legs told her she was outside. He sound of the van door sliding open as she was tossed into it, her body hitting the metal floor with a thud. She continued to scream, or try to at least as she felt her arms and legs being tied tightly, the rope biting down on her skin. The van’s engine turned over as she felt it starting to move, unable to tell what way, or where, she was going.

She continued to struggle the entire way until the van stopped after what seemed to be hours of terrifying driving. The door opened as she felt herself being lifted off the floor, trying to still break free but her small body was unable to budge anything. She felt her arms being tied to the chair, followed by her legs. She tried to break free, but the chair provided to much resistance as she dug the rope into her skin.

She sat there, her heart racing as she heard the footsteps of the man walking about. She didn't know what was to come of her, or why he’d do this. She heard him approaching her, his voice sending an unsettling wave through her. “How does he know my name…” she thought to herself.

 

[Firm Master]

She looked puzzled, if not terrified. It only fed his interests seeing her expression. She was so helpless now, under his control. No one was coming, no one was going to hear her in this room, no one was going to stop him from using her as he pleased.

And he was going to do a lot of things as he pleased.

"Do us both a favor." He said, now looking her over. "Don't scream. No one is going to hear you down here and it'll only give us both headaches." He had his face close to hers and now he started to slide it down in front of her, his eyes taking in every inch he could see. Her jawline descending to her delicate neck, begging to be grasped, kissed, licked, sucked. Her collar bone, also sticking out enough as if to let the world know that it too was here. Her equally delicate shoulders were covered by the straps of her outfit and as much as he was tempted to pull the down, he figured there was time for that very soon.

His inspection followed down to her modest bust, savoring a quick glance at the cleavage that peeked out at him before admiring the way her black leotard clung to her tightly, displaying every curve to him. Finally he was down to her hips, a little sad that he had tied her ankles together and she'd only show where the leotard grew thinnest if she offered to spread her knees, or he forced it. He found himself leaning very close to that spot, taking in a deep breath, but unable to smell her sex. It disappointed him. Her pink tights still caught his eye, just like any other bright pink item might. It was only better when noting that her subtle, soft thighs were encased inside and before the night was over (and every day after as far as he was concerned) he'd have his hands, lips, and tongue all over them.

He stopped at her knees, finding himself far too dulled by the idea of her lower legs and feet to look at them. Especially when he had so much better to have appeal to his sense. Knee high black boots were never his thing anyway.

Satisfied, and now fully erect in his pants at all the ideas he had for her, he moved behind her chair. His hands moved into her wig, pulling it away to reveal her nearly shoulder length, dirty blond hair. "I can't tell you how long I've wanted this, Deanna. How badly I've wanted you." A hand slid into her hair, sliding down the side of her head, over her ear, then across the side of her neck. "I've done so many things to you. So many things. But it's always been in my head. And now it doesn't have to be dreams any more." he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "You're going to make my fantasies real, Deanna." He started to kiss her ear, licking at her ear lobe.

His other hand matched the path his first hand did, the second moving across her neck to her throat before lightly grasping, seeking to cut off her circulation. Just for a moment, though. Before it continued down over her chest, rubbing her smooth skin. "Deanna. Deanna." He whispered into her ear. "Don't you want this?" The thought of her saying she wanted what he'd do to her made him tempted to remove her gag, but it was all a trick she was concocting, he knew! She was trying to win his trust with such loving words. He'd not fall for that. "You're such a little liar." He told her, answering her envisioned response. "I'll make sure you pay for that too."

 

[Matsekkusu]

The unsettling feelings didn’t stop as the man continued to speak. She could tell where he was even without being able to see. She could feel his breath on her face, she continued to make sounds. She wasn’t screaming, but more of a nervous whine. She didn’t know what was going to happen to her, or even where she was.

She jumped a bit as she felt her wig being pull off, her normal hair, short, falling out of it. She felt his hand running through her hair, sending waves of fear through her body. She had no idea who this was, but the way he was speaking to her gave off the feel that the feeling wasn’t mutual.

His strong hands running down her body, wrapping themselves around her neck. “Who is this man? W..what does he want with me?” she thought to herself, wanting to get up and just run, but she felt the binds of the rope keeping her in place.

 

[Firm Master]

He could feel her tremble under his touch. He could feel just how scared she was. For some reason, he imagined she'd be far more worried. Maybe she thought things would turn out just fine. Or she'd get rescued before he could do anything to her. Or this was some fairy tale where she wouldn't be harmed, maybe even fall in love in the end. The thought was pissing him off.

Windel walked to a small table not far behind where she sat. An array of tools were spread out on the top. Of them, he grabbed a serrated knife and came back to the girl, still behind her. He brought the knife up in front of her face, a smile on his lips as he showed it to her. "I hope you don't think nothing is going to happen to you." He moved the flat of the blade to against her cheek, rubbing the cold steel downward, careful not to cut her. "I assure you. Many, many things are going to happen." The knife was quickly flipped in his hand, now pointed downward. The blade was set against the center of her outfit, sliding just inside and then he was carefully cutting away at the black leotard. "Deanna. You don't know." A swift jerk, the knife sliding down a little more. "You just don't know how much I've wanted this." Another jerk, more material ripping, and the knife moving further down again. "How much I've wanted you." The knife jerked again, now cut down to roughly her navel.

He moved his head beside her own, kissing her ear. "I really want you to enjoy this, Deanna." His other hand moved down over her chest, this time finding it's way inside her sliced open leotard. He pushed the material away, exposing of her breasts before groping her softly. His fingers trailed over the nipple, noting it was hard. For him, he admitted. She was enjoying this and her body wasn't denying the fact. "And I know you will." His hand then grasped at her tit hard, wanting to squeeze it until it melded into his hand. He stopped the urge though, letting it go.

He had rested the knife against her in this time, still inside her outfit. It was starting to become a problem though. Annoyed now, he focused in getting the leotard open. He forcibly cut the material away, trying not to hurt her, but knowing he did poke her a couple of times in the process. Until finally her was down to her pussy. With a final positioning and jerk, he cut the bottom apart. Her pink tights were fully displayed to him as he now stood in front of her. He dropped the knife on the ground and pushed his hands under the ripped leotard, pushing the material away, leaving it hanging of her elbows, to reveal her whole torso.

His arms wrapped around her and he hungrily set his mouth upon her untouched breast. He wanted to be gentle, but his wants to finally use her body at his leisure were easily taking over. He found himself viciously sucking and licking at her skin, especially her nipple. His tongue constantly darting over it before his lips closed around it, sucking as if he'd be rewarded with a further taste pulled from her body. His teeth grazed against her skin, lightly brushing against her nipple before once again sucking. After a moment, he switched over to the other breast, as if desperate to get what the first didn't offer.

He continued this, back and forth a few times. It was getting him nowhere near the pleasure he was wanting, but it was satisfying to finally start this journey across her. He was desperate to just fuck her there. To give into what he was so desperately wanting, but he didn't need to just end it so soon. He worked so hard. So hard for her! And he was going to make sure he got to do every fantasy he had.

"Deanna." He said, looking up to her eyes. "Don't you want me, too?" He licked her chest. "Don't you want my touch, just like I want to give it to you?" His mouth moved along her neck, sucking and kissing her skin. "Don't you hunger for me, Deanna?" He could see her lips still parted from the gag, not allowing her to speak at all. He took her lower lip into his own mouth, lightly sucking it in before his teeth grazed over the pout she was being forced to give. "God, Deanna! I want you so bad!"

His eyes flicked over her body. Then back to her face. She didn't look happy. She didn't seem to be into him at all. She wouldn't even say a word about being happy! or even look at him with the lust he felt for her. It was pissing him off to think he was doing so much for her and she was not even showing any gratitude! He watched himself pull back his arm and swung his hand at her. The back of his hand firmly struck her across her cheek and temple. He watched with anger as her head was forced to the side, closing in pain. It felt so right, so satisfying to show how mad she was that she didn't appreciate him. He reached down and gripped her chin. "Damn it, Deanna! What's wrong with you?" He asked, firmly grasping her jaw and forcing her eyes to match him. "Why won't you be happy with me? Why won't you accept me and realize I'm so much better than those freaks you hang out with at those conventions?" He back handed her again, this time with more resolve and power. His other hand held her face steady, however, allowing the blow to connect so much more firmly. So much more satisfyingly!

"It doesn't matter. I'm gonna be happy, Deanna. And if you aren't going to be happy too, that's your own problem." He shoved her face back, forcing her body to push into the chair more. "Clearly I shouldn't even bother worrying about you." He left her at her chair for a moment. After some noise out of her sight, he came back and untied her paired wrists from the chair. Then he moved to her ankles, started to untie them. "Don't you fucking fight me, Deanna! Don't even try." Once the knot was loosened, he grasped her legs by the knees and with the other hand finished untying her from the chair.

As soon as she was untied, he lifted her up over his shoulder and carried her over to a bed that was in the corner. He carefully sat her on the bed. "Don't do anything stupid." He reminded her. "I'll hurt you like you wouldn't believe if you don't fucking listen, Deanna." His voice was laced with anger and he got behind her on the bed and starting to undo her wrists. Once loosed, he quickly pushed her down to laying on the bed and force both of her hands together in front of her. He grasped a set of cuffs and put them on her wrists, holding the center of the with one hand while he got pulled her to standing from the bed, noting that her ankles were still together tightly so she couldn't walk.

He was thankful she was so small. He damn near towered over her, at 6ft over her 4'10 (plus boots for them both). It made it easier to handle her and with her meager frame vs his, easily twice her weight, it was a pitiful sight to even imagine her trying to fight him. Still, he didn't like the idea of her hurting him somehow.

He lifted her up at her waist, still holding her wrists with his other hand, and brought her toward a dangling chain. At the end of it was a closing hook. It took a few tries, but he was able to feed the cuff's connection into the hook and now she was standing with her arms straight over her head, nearly flat on her feet with her boots. It was perfect. She was perfect. Her tattered outfit wasn't, however.

Windel quickly set to work cutting her leotard off her body and tossing it away. He then knelt down and untied her ankles. He again was careful, watching for her having a chance to kick him. At any movement, he was grasping at her legs, but refused to give her a chance to overcome him. Not like she would have a chance to run off in her position anyway. It wasn't long before her ankles were free. He quickly took hold of one leg, pulling it to the side, and sliding her boot off forcefully. Then the other boot. And finally he slid her tights off her hips, her panties coming with them. In a curiosity, he stopped both at her ankles, acting as their own binds. And now she was on her tip toes, just to keep the pressure off her wrists.

"Fucking beautiful, Deanna." He admired the view. Her wrists were held straight up, slightly extending above his eye level. Her body was lengthened by her own weight, making her look elongated and thinner than she already was. Her leg muscles were taunt, trying to hold her small frame up, bracing on the balls of her feet. She damned near looked like a ballerina that was stopped in the middle of a stance. Except completely nude (except her ankles). Not looking at all like she was concentrating on dancing. "Beautiful..." He admired his own work, just as much as her fully exposed body.

As if to congratulate her on a job well done, he came up to her and slapped her ass. A fierce grin was on his face as he looked at her in her position. "I wish you could be happy about this, Deanna." His lips moved to her neck, kissing gently. "I know I'm happy." His arms slid around her waist, hugging her nude body against his button up shirt and slacks. His several day stubble pressing against the side of her neck as he did so. "I'm really happy." He hugged her tighter.

He finally let her go, standing before her as he watched her face, wishing she'd smile for him. Then reminding himself that she couldn't muster that with her gag. At least he could read her eyes, though.

 

[Matsekkusu]

She heard him walking away from her, his footsteps echoing slightly as she heard the rustling of things, metal mostly. She took a deep breath as he came back, not knowing what to expect. She then felt the blade starting to cut her cloths, causing her to let out loud explanations. She tried not to move as she felt the cooler air starting to hit her naked skin, feeling the costume being pulled to the side. She cringed a bit as she felt his lips kiss her, his voice still unnerving. His hands grabbing her chest, somewhat softly, causing waves of fear to flow through her.

Her mumbling picked up a bit as she felt the knife cutting down to her pussy, her body totally exposed to him now. She was surprised to feel his lips on her exposed chest, her small boobs almost able to fit into her mouth. Feeling him suck on them hard, causing more gasps from behind her gags. He felt him going back and forth on them, like he was trying to suck milk out of her, his voice filling her with dread.

Her eyes follow his arm as is extending back, unsure of what was about to happen. She felt it come crashing down on her face, causing her head to whip to the side, a loud muffled scream coming from her. “MMPHH”. The second hit doing the same. She couldn't figure out why his demeanor switched suddenly, but this side of him was even more terrifying. She closed her eyes as a few tears ran down her face.

She did try anything as she felt him uniting her; she moved her legs a bit, still feeling the rope around her ankles making it impossible to run. She was breathing heavily as he went around to the front of her and picked her up, quite easily. Her world flipping as the floor was now in front of her, not knowing where she was being brought too. She felt the bed under her as she bounced a little, watching him push her down onto it and undo her wrists. She wanted to run but she could feel his strength from just his hands as the cuffs where placed onto her wrists.

Her eyes followed the chain as it was hooked onto her wrists, letting out a wimped as she was stood up against her will, her eyes looking around. She swayed a bit as she got her balance already starting to feel a little pressure in her shoulders as she was raised from the ground slightly.

She watched him as he took off what was left of her clothes, the cool air of wherever she was now running along her naked body. She could feel his eyes going up and down on her, hungrily eyeing up every bit of her skin. She felt his hand hit her ass, her cheeks bouncing as she let out a scream, her eyes half closed out of fear.

 

[Firm Master]

As he continued to examine her, he found himself wondering where to begin. So many things to do, and he wanted to do them all right now! First, he figured, he should enjoy her body as it was right now. Completely open to him. He wanted to feel her, taste her, explore her. Exactly as she was right now in case he damaged her in a way that no longer appealed to him. Something he imagined he was going to do.

Again he came up to her, lovingly running one hand going around her uplifted arm and inside her hair, the other sliding around her waist. He instantly realized something that bothered him. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt, fixing his annoyance before he came back to how he was before, this time able to feel her subtle breasts again his stomach and her face pushed against his chest. He pushed her head against him, gently at first, then more firmly. The pleasure of her moderately warm skin against him was an absolute delight and he couldn't help pushing her face harder to him, his fingers now deeply entangled in the roots of her hair.

His other hand equally squeezed her to him. He was pulling her petite body tightly to his own stocky figure, wanting desperately not pull harder, but fearing he may snap her in two. Something that'd make him sad, but little more. Especially since even if she were killed in the crushing, her body would still be warm for a little while. Long enough to thoroughly enjoy her. Maybe even after, she'd still... He didn't care to think about it.

His erection was pushing a large bulge in his slacks, which in turn was pushing firmly against her lower stomach. He knew she felt it, knew she was going to experience it, but wasn't sure if she was enjoying it. She would though. He knew she would. “That's something you would like, Deanna.” He said lovingly, his nose breathing in her hair on top of her head. He loved how she smelled. Even if it was just shampoo with a slight hint of her sweat. It was her and he wanted to suck it all inside him!

He finally loosened his hold on her and leaned down to start kissing her again. This time it wasn't going to stop so quickly. He started gently at her forehead, slowly trailing along her right eye brow and to her cheek bone. Across to her nose, down to her lips, planting a single kiss against her upper and lower lip, before kissing along her chin and jaw.

His hands were now moving along her body, one around down her back, the other holding her stomach. He tried to keep his body pressed to her's, but it became hard to do as he leaned more to kiss her neck, her throat, taking a single lick along the length from between her collar bones to chin, then finally gentle pecks along her chest. Each rib, one touch, then the next. He got to her last rib, slowly running his tongue from center to her side along that rib. And finally he kissed his way back to her navel, his tongue snaking inside for a brief moment.

She was simply delicious to him. At this point he was now crouching before her body, one arm wrapped around her bottom, the other around her legs, clinging to her. He was careful not to add his own weight on her as he held her. The poor thing was probably having a fun time holding her own self. At least he planned on not keeping her like this for too long.

Here he was at her hips now. The small dip between her abdominals and her hips was traced by his tongue on the left side, then the right. He loved the way her body curved her. He craved to continued using his mouth all across this area, but as he finished each lap of her skin, he found himself smelling it. He could smell her sex and he was now finding himself completely unable to concentrate other than to violate that pussy.

It was a simple matter of pushing her knees to either side, opening herself to him ever so slightly. And as one elbow snaked between her knees, then turned to force her legs apart, his other hand found it's way to her lovebox. Gently his fingers traced the outside, once, then twice around, before sliding between her folds and letting his fingers slide along her silky skin, deeply moistened. She's so wet for me! He found himself smiling, looking up to her face. “You're practically dripping, Deanna!”

After a brief stroke of her clit, his middle finger found her entrance and pushed inside, having little trouble entering thanks to her fluids. Unhappy with the experience, however, he soon was shoving his ring finger in as well. Now it was snug. Very snug. And especially when the large joints of his fingers entered and exited her, he felt each time the expansion and contraction of her around him.

During this, he moved his head close. He just above where he was working, then down, then once more to find himself right above her clit. He took it inside his mouth, the mildly bitter taste of the day fading quickly to reveal the sharp, pungent flavor of her. His tongue lapped at her bud furiously, his fingers working just as hard. Driven by all of his senses now enjoying her, he was on a quest to take it to new heights!

Finally, without warning, he stopped. This position simply was not going to do and her muffled noises were annoying him. He wanted to hear her moans. Hear her state how much she loved him and how she enjoyed this. And even if his mind was screaming that she'd do none of this for him, he still wanted it. And that gag would never allow it.

He stood before her, looking down upon her again. “Don't scream.” He told her. “Don't you dare try to cry for help. No one can hear you down here.” He reminded her from earlier. “If I so much as think you're trying, I'll make you pay!” His eyes were fierce on her now, grasping her chin with the same hand that was only moments ago inside her. The taste and scent of her now on his lips and tongue. “Don't do it.”

He let her go and quickly went off to get his knife again. He was smiling. She was going to make him so happy tonight! It was so sweet of her! “Deanna! You're so wonderful to me.” He called out, picking up the knife again. “But don't that that stop you from making me happier!” He came before her, sliding a finger into the gag at her cheek and slipping the blade underneath, pointing toward the cloth. “Remember. No screaming, Deanna.” With a quick jerk, the gag was cut and he pulled it from her mouth. “No screaming.” He said again as the material finally freed from between her teeth, letting it fall to the ground as he held the knife still close to her face.