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Exodus

Super-Earth
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Sep 3, 2009
“Shit, shit, shit...” Her curses could barely be heard over the rattle-clank of the engine in her rust-bucket vehicle. In a town as small as this one, it was a miracle for any high school kid to have a car, so she tried not to complain much, but it really was a conspicuous, beast of a thing. The car shuddered, threatening to stall, and she pumped the clutch desperately before braking and turning clumsily into a parking space. The car seemed to sigh with relief or exhaustion once the switched off the engine, leaving her keys in the ignition – theft and crime were practically unheard of out here, and besides, the ATM was just across the lot.

She was already late for first period, and Mrs. Miller was going to have her viciously if she didn’t make it before second bell. One more late, and it was detention for a week! So unfair, Anna thought, as she dashed across the empty lot towards the stand-alone ATM machine standing just on the corner of the building while messily tucking in her button down shirt into the waistband of a plaid pleated skirt. Anna had a bad habit of sleeping in, and making it to class looking pretty – in a just rolled out of bed, hair a mess, uniform barely put together kind of way, and her homeroom teacher despised her for it.

She already had her debit card ready, and shoved it forcefully into the slot as she came up, punching in her PIN quickly and selecting the withdrawal option. One of her friends was having a celebratory pre-prom passion party, the kind where girls would get together and look through toys, books, makeup, and other romantically themed things with a consultant. She had never been to one, but she had heard from older girls that they were a lot of fun!

“Ugh, hurry it up...” Anna mumbled, and reached back to run her fingers through her choppy, lightly styled hair. Tapping her foot, she carefully smoothed the short skirt down over her hips, fiddling with her uniform while she waited for the machine to dole out a few twenties. She would grab the cash, jump back in the car, and speed down the last few blocks to the school and make a mad dash for the front doors. Hopefully, hopefully, the teacher would not have taken attendance quite yet.
 
Devon Sparks watched the car pull into the bank parking lot right on schedule. He knew it would be here, at this time, because he had been watching this girl for weeks. He first noticed her at the school one day, her beauty and shapely body catching his eye immediately. He had been doing some plumbing work in the school that took a week and during that time he had become quite fascinated with her. So fascinated, in fact, that he had decided that she would be his. He had begun to plan her kidnapping immediately, staking out her house and following her around all the time to learn her routine. Every Monday morning she always ran late and always stopped at this ATM machine to withdraw money. Today was no different.

He was sitting in his car, a dark blue sedan with blackened windows, on the street where the ATM machine stood. As she hopped out of her car and ran to the machine, he watched carefully, his eyes acutely focused on her. The cute little plaid skirt she wore kept fluttering up her legs a little, giving him a glimpse of tan smoothness. His heart beat a little faster at the thought of what those legs would feel like. His eyes traveled up her button down shirt, noting the swell of your breasts before gliding up her neck and locking on to her face. He loved her looks. No doubt about it.

As she stepped up to the machine, he hopped out of the car and slowly moved onto the sidewalk, being careful to stay out of her line of sight. He could hear her cursing at the machine and smiled. He loved technology when it worked in his favor. As he came around the side of the ATM booth, he slipped a gun out of his pocket and slid up to her. Wrapping an arm around her waist immediately, he pulled her tight against him, her shapely rear wedged into his hips. He jammed the gun into her ribs and put his lips close to her ear. “Not a peep understand? Keep quiet and you will live through the day” he said menacingly, the gun jammed into her rib cage for emphasis. He tugged her a little tighter against him. “Grab your money and walk with me to my car now.”
 
Having been distracted by the foul technology that was sure to be costing her more and more detention as each moment passed, she had taken no notice of the other car, or of the sound of his quiet footsteps. She noticed his shadow looming over the screen as he approached from behind, but he had his arm around her waist before she could turn around to look, a gun discreetly being shoved against her sides, just barely touching the swell of her breast. She gasped, but swallowed a cry of fright when she felt the cool metal through the thin fabric of her shirt, and froze rigidly as he tugged her back fully against him.

What was going on? This had to be some kind of joke. There wasn’t so much as a vandalism problem in this tiny town, surely the kidnappers, murders, and rapists would choose a more luxurious town to prowl? Still, the gun felt real enough that she bit down on her tongue, stilling her frightened cries for help.

“Please don’t do this.” Anna breathed quietly, squeezing her eyes shut as she felt his hot, rapid breath against the shell of her ear. The hair on the back of her neck stood up, and she shivered. Somehow, this didn’t feel right. Still, with the gun jabbed uncomfortably against her ribs once again, she reached forward with a shaky hand to retrieve the four twenties she had withdrawn. “Just take it. I won’t tell anyone.” She promised, holding the money up in front of her face so he could see that she had grabbed it, while resisting his tugging towards his vehicle. “I don’t have anymore, I swear. I’m totally broke.”
 
Devon let his breath caress her delicate ear as he watched her pull the money from the machine and hold the money up for him to see. Her body pressed against his was causing delightful little sparks to flash through his body and her trembling didn’t help. He jammed the gun against her side a little harder and, releasing his hold on her waist, reached up and slowly slid the money from her shaking fingers. He slid the money slowly down her chest, caressing her breast lightly with it, before reaching their hips and putting it in his pocket.

He felt her resist his tug and that pissed him off. Growling in her ear, he reached up and grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling on it hard, her neck bending backward a little. “I told you to walk with me to my car, you cock tease. Don’t make me drag you there.” He tugged on her hair again then lowered his lips to her neck and nipped her skin. As he held her in the tight embrace, he slowly ran his tongue up her neck, while using the gun to caress the underside of her breast, making it very clear what he wanted from her in the end.

Using his hold on her hair, he slowly pulled her backwards out of the ATM booth and then moved to her side, the gun still pointed at her. “Scream and you will die right here, right now” he said, staring at her with cold, dead eyes. "I won't lose any sleep over it. I'll just go get me another school girl to enjoy." He released her hair and wrapped his arm back around her waist and began walking towards his car, pulling her along. He left the gun in sight, knowing that no one in the sleepy town would notice it.
 
Holding her breath she watched as he took the money from her trembling fingers, shuddering when he lowered his palm to the swell of her covered breasts, dragging the crisp bills down over the slope of her chest, down over her stomach, which was tight with the tension she felt all over, and then finally back down around her hips to be stowed in his pocket. She had first thought this was a simple mugging, but when he tugged her head back so roughly, nipping at her neck while he pulled her hair, forcing her to arch in pain against him, pressing her hips firmly against his as she tried to arch away from his grasp. She cried out very slightly, but quickly quieted down, feeling the barrel of the gun sliding along the underside of her breasts. "Oh god."

Tears sprang to her eyes, but she didn’t cry. She wasn’t going to give the bastard the satisfaction. She had half a mind to fight back, and considered her odds for a moment, hesitating as he licked up the length of her neck, growling instructions in her ear. “...Fine.” she hissed through clenched teeth, and stiffly jerked away from him when he released her hair and wrapped his arms around her waist, leading her forcefully to the car.

She glanced sadly back at her car, and back at the ATM which had ejected her debit card and was beeping, reminding her not to forget it. This thug didn’t seem to care though, as he shoved her towards the passenger side of the car, her skirt flipping up a bit more as she stumbled a bit from his shoving movements.
 
They reached Devon’s car and he steered her to the passenger side, reaching down to open it. “Get in” he growled into her ear, his teeth nipping at her lobe. He put his hand on her head and shoved her down, maneuvering her into the car then closed it behind her with such force the car shook. He moved around to the drivers side and quickly climbed in, turning to face her in the seat.

He let his eyes wander over her body, sliding from her face down over her chest before sliding down to her legs. Such a young taut body, perfect for what he wanted. He was going to enjoy her very much. He leaned over, the gun still clearly visible and sneered at her. “Such a pretty little cock tease” he murmured. “I can’t wait to get my hands on you.” He reached out a hand and slowly slid it up her creamy thigh, pushing her skirt up high. “So soft and beautiful”.

He enjoyed the feel of her skin under his hand for a second, then pulled back and reached down, picking a wet rag up from between the seats. Moving quickly, he used gun hand to pin her back against the seat, his arm against her chest, and covered her face with the rag. It contained chlorofoam and would put her out almost instantly. When he felt her slump against him, he pulled the rag away and smiled, then strapped her into the seat, arranging her so she’d look like she was simply sleeping while he drove. Checking her one last time, he slipped out of the car and went to the ATM machine, retrieving her card and receipt and pocketing them. With her car in the lot and her card and cash gone, it would appear as if she had simply decided to run off with someone, not like a kidnapping at all. He grinned and began to whistle as he drove off.
 
She yelped as he roughly seized the back of her head, shoving her down rather roughly into the car, slamming the door with such force she cringed back against the seat. This all seemed so surreal, and as he gracefully slid into the drivers seat, she almost half-believed she was still in bed, just having a twisted nightmare. "Don't touch me!"

Real or not, the feeling of his eyes travelling up and down her body, measuring the shortness of her rumpled skirt, the tautness of her shirt as her breasts strained against them as she panted in fear. She quickly averted her eyes when he reached towards her, and jumped a little when she felt his warm fingers slide up her soft thigh, exposing more and more of her skin until he pulled away, just short of the trim of her panties. “Don’t call me that.” She whimpered in disgust, and pressed her legs firmly together. She was no cock tease, and she didn’t want any of this.

She had squeezed her eyes shut as he leaned across the seat, not seeing what he retrieved, thinking he must suely be going in for another quick feel. She gasped, feeling the gun against her again, eyes snapping open and forward as he forced her back against the seat. He would only see a moment of fear and desperation in the depths of teary, blue eyes before the chemicals flooded her system, immediately loosening all the tension in her body. She slumped against the seat completely limp, her legs dangling jsut slightly spread apart over the edge of the seat. She was very easy to position, and looked like she was sleeping quite peacefully once he had belted her in and returned to his seat.

Even if anybody were to notice the girl in the car, they would think she was napping. There was no way for her to signal for help.
 
Devon drove for a while, finally entering an area of town that was less than savory. Dilapidated buildings were everywhere and cars sat by the side of the road, some burnt to a crisp and others stripped. He drove down the streets, seeing bums, whores, drug dealers, and who knew what else walking them and knew he’d returned to his safe zone, where the police didn’t patrol and no one bothered him. He made a few turns and finally came to a building that contained a house and a warehouse sitting side by side. He reached up and pushed a garage door opener, raising a door in the warehouse. Driving in, he closed the door and parked the car.

He left her in the car then as he stepped out and walked the perimeter of the nearest walls, checking the security on the doors and windows. All was as it should be. From the outside the building appeared to be abandoned and down trodden but inside it was fully furnished with a kitchen, couches, a bed, and other assorted items. The walls were sound proof and the windows were blacked out. No one would know they were there and she would find no escape.

Going back to the car, he opened her door and checked to make sure she was still asleep. He then pulled her out and hoisted her over her shoulder, moving into the center of the warehouse. He slipped her off his shoulder and laid her on the couch briefly, then retrieved some rope, quickly tying her hands together. That done, he picked her back up and moved to the middle of the living area, hoisting her up and sliding her hands over a hook hanging from the ceiling. Confident that she was dangling securely he moved back to the couch, sitting and waiting for her to wake up.
 
Drowning in darkness, Anna had no way of knowing just how she had been out for. She remembered nothing of the drive, which was a significant problem. Had she ben conscious she could have memorized how many turns they had taken, how long they had driven for - she would have no idea how far they had gone or if they were even in the same town by the time she awoke. The chemicals began to fade a bit, and she began to ascend from the dreamy state of unconsciousness before too long. She was vaguely aware of his footsteps as he checked out the security of the building, the echoes sounding far off and perhaps as if she were underwater. She heard the car door creak as he opened it, and the feeling of her seat belt sliding across her body, retracting to it's neutral position and freeing her from the vehicle. She still could not open her eyes or move, but she was aware that he was carrying her.

She lay quietly on the sofa, trying to make her mind work faster, to come out of this foggy world inside her mind until he had everything he needed prepared. She heard his footsteps as he came toward her, and she groaned softly as he lifted her up from the sofa after first tying her hands with something rough, and itchy. The rattling of chains stirred her, and she felt her lashes flutter, the lights from the lamps seemign impossibly bright as she tried to blink her vision back into focus. By the time she was able to blink fully, her hands were tied and bound above ehr head, and she was nearly hanging from some kind of hook. Groggily, she let her gaze wander the furnished warehouse until she finally saw the frame of her attacker. Her heart began to pound, adrenaline helping to filter the chloroform out of her system more quickly.

"Where... Am... I..." She asked in a near whisper, and grimaced at the weakness in her voice. It wasn't her fault that she was drugged, but she wanted to be strong, loud, and angry - not docile and vulnerable.
 
He watched her slowly wake up, the effects of the chloroform wearing off little by little. He used the time to study her, letting his eyes drift over her body lazily, memorizing every tantalizing curve that existed. With her hands pulled tight above her head, her firm young breasts threatened to virtually burst out of her shirt and her long creamy legs went on forever. He was getting excited just thinking about all those curves and soft spots and he knew he was going to enjoy his time with her. Oh yes, very much so.

When she lifted her head and opened her eyes, slowly taking in the warehouse, he smiled. She was still drugged a little, that was clear from the languid look of her eyelids and her glazed expression. He wanted her more fully awake for this next part so he sat quietly for a bit. When she spoke, he kept silent, enjoying the sound of weakness in her voice. Finally he spoke. “You’re in my play room, my little cock tease” he murmured. He slowly stood and walked up to her, standing in front of her. “In here, all my fantasies come true and I do mean all of them.” He reached out then and lightly traced her hip with his fingers, finding her school outfit quite erotic. “While you are here with me, I will enjoy you greatly.” He slowly strolled around her and came up close to her back, his face pressed against her spine, kissing it lightly through her shirt. His fingers slowly pulled her shirt out of her skirt, letting it fall back against her butt as his fingers lightly trailed up her sides. “No one will find you and no one will hear your cries for help. Trust me on this. I have been planning this day for a very long time.” He let his hands brush the sides of her breasts, teasing her lightly with his fingers, then slide back down.

He moved back around to her front and looked at her. His fingers reached out and caressed her cheek lightly, brushing her hair back. “You are so beautiful, my little play thing and I will enjoy every bit of you.” He reached down and lightly ran his hand up her leg, letting it slide under her skirt until his fingers reached the edge of her panties. Then he traced the edge, moving to her inner thigh before letting them drop down. “Oh, we are going to have so much fun together my sweet little cock tease” he murmured before stepping away and returning to the couch.
 
She waited impatiently for him to answer, his frame shifting in and out of focus for a few moments as he stood silently before her, Finally though, her vision began to clear and her gaze became more steady, and she stared over at him. She felt a rush of colour flood her cheeks s he explained where he had taken her and what he had planned. He hadn't gone ito any specific details, but the way he looked at her, skulking around her completely immobile body, dragging his fingers over her hips, kissing her lower back, feeling his hot breath through her shirt, she was sure she had a good idea of what he had in store for her.

Shivering at the feeling of his fingers running up her sides, teasing the edge of her breasts, sensitive from being pulled taut by the position he ahd tied her in, and shivered, and attempted to lean away from his touch. "You can't do this." She whimpered, her eyes darting here and there, noting every blackened window and the thick concrete walls around them. He was serious. There was no way out, and she was confident that even if she screamed as loud as she could someone on the other side of the door wouldn't hear so much as a whimper.

He walked away, which surprised her, and she awkwardly tried to straighten herself as she kept her eyes on him, the bindings keeping her from moving easily but allowing her to swing a bit. He sat down on the couch, staring over at her, looking satisfied and excited. She swallowed hard, and began to tug her wrists against the restraints, hoping she would be able to loosen the ropes. "You sick bastard, you let me go!" She snapped at him, tugging her wrists as hard as she could, even picking her feet off the ground, letting herself hang by her wrists with a moan of pain, hoping her body weight would be enough to snap them. No such luck however, adn she lowered her feet back to teh ground, barely reaching the floor with the balls of her feet, panting from exertion.
 
He watched her trying to struggle against her bindings, tugging her wrists hard and twisting her body around and he enjoyed it immensely. He liked that she was at his mercy, all tied up and just begging for a little fun. Oh yes, that thought made him hard and he felt his cock twinge in his pants. Her supple curves twisted and turned, tantalizing him and he groaned. His tongue darted out and he licked his lips slowly, his eyes watching every little movement she made. Her little whimper of a moan was absolutely delicious and it gave him an idea.

He stood slowly, stretching his lanky frame. “Sick bastard?” he said as he watched her, noting that she was panting like she’d just been fucked hard and liking that thought. “No, I don’t think so” he said as he began to move away from her, heading for a table nearby. “I can’t help it that you’re such a cock tease, just asking to be taken and played with.” He reached the table and looked at the items on it, finally selecting a small bull whip. He picked it up, turning and holding it behind his back so she wouldn’t see it, and then headed back towards her. “I worked in that school of yours for a week and saw how you teased your classmates and staff. Always swaying your hips as you walked, bending over so your skirt would ride up, wearing tight shirts. Mmmhmm, I saw.” He came closer to her now and slid behind her, letting his hands trail across her back. “I watched you for a week and never once did you talk to me or give me the time of day. You really should have done that. If you had, perhaps you wouldn’t be here now.” He paused in his talking to slide his hand up her leg again, teasing her inner thigh, stopping right before he brushed her mound. “You didn’t though, which left me no choice but to take what I want.” To emphasize his point, he let his fingers graze over her mound then, just light enough to be felt. “But before I enjoy you, I think I need to punish you a little.” He let his fingers drifted back to her thigh, where he gave her a little pinch.

He stepped back then and staring at her ass, he grinned. “I hope you like a little pain” he murmured before pulling his arm back and letting fly with the bull whip. The resounding thwack he heard was music to his ears. Her skirt flew up from the impact, giving him a nice glimpse of her sexy panties before flopping back down. He waited a second, then placed four more strokes of the whip against her butt in quick succession before stopping. He wanted her to have a taste of pain, just enough to know he meant business.
 
Anna glared over at him, watching him enjoy her discomfort and humiliation as she struggled, her arms already growing a bit stiff from being held above her head for so long, her wrists aching dully from being strained before. His eyes seemed to roam her body, his gaze so intense she found herself checking to make sure he hadn't undressed her when she was drugged; she felt naked in front of him. He licked his lips, shivering a bit when he heard her groan as she attempted to free herself and felt her stomach flip-flop - he was getting off on this, somehow.

"You better untie me fast, mister." She hissed at him, attempting to hide the quiver of fear from her voice as he sauntered past, his eyes flashing over her breasts and hips hungrily, watching as her body rocked with the force of her panting. She wanted to kick him, but kept her free limbs to herself, though she was soon whining and groaning, trying to swing herself around far enough to see what he was doing, though she could hear him dragging something off a hard surface. He was behind her before she could catch sight of what he was carrying, and was immediately distracted by the feeling of his hands rubbing against the small of her back. His explanation drained the colour from her face as she thought back to previous weeks at school.

Anna had always been a popular girl at school, but also a a good student and a nice enough girl. However, now that she thought about, she supposed she never went out of her way to be friendly to strangers, either. People usually approached her, and so she was often oblivious of her surroundings, including the people around her. After awhile she began to remember him strolling the halls, remembered feeling a bit strange when he looked her way. She hadn't given him a second thought once his job had been finished and he had gone. Still, that didn't warrant this. "Why would I talk to you?" She demanded and tried to jerk away from his hands. "You were just some guy- AHHH!" A sharp yelp broke her speech as she felt the whip slash against the pleats in her skirt. The second whack was hard enough to flip her skirt and sting the skin not covered by her panties. "What the hell, man?" She moaned, tears stinging her eyes, pulling against the ropes harder now.
 
Her moan was the sweetest sound he’d heard all day, the way it drew from her lips in a long slow crawl, drawn out by the pain from his whips. He smiled at her words, sounding so brave when he knew she was nothing more than a frightened girl. He could hear the tears in her voice, knew they would drop onto her cheeks soon, especially if he whacked her again. He thought about it but decided to wait, to see how she behaved from here on out. His hand snaked out and slipped under her skirt, slowly caressing her panty clad rear, light strokes of his finger tips. “That was just a small little punishment to get your attention my little cock tease” he said as he watched her struggle against her bindings. Her wiggles were enticing and he had to bite his lower lip to keep from moaning.

He slowly moved away from her, heading back over the table, setting the whip down. He looked at the items that were there and slowly picked up one, a rather wicked looking knife. Testing the edge of the blade with his finger, he grinned and turned back to her. He watched her struggle some more then slowly strolled towards her, the knife visible. “I wouldn’t struggle so much if I was you” he said as he reached her. “Wouldn’t want me to cut anything vital.” He dropped the knife down low and ran the flat of the blade up the outside of her leg, then did the same to the inside, letting the knife linger as it reached her panties. The blade was pointing down so he moved it lightly back and forth, letting the thick edge graze her through her clothing. He then pulled it out and stepped back to look at her.

“So beautiful” he murmured, his fingers reached for her shirt, pulled tight against her breasts, and pulled it from her skirt. Grasping the bottom of her shirt, he took the knife and placed it at the edge of her bottom button and with a flick, cut it off, the shirt parting a little to give him a tantalizing glance at her creamy skin. He moved up to the next one, his eyes staring into hers, cutting that one off also. More of her flat stomach came into view and he parted her shirt, sliding his fingers over her skin. “So lovely” he whispered, leaning forward to kiss her belly gently, his tongue rasping across her skin.
 
She had braced herself, stiff all over waiting for the next strike of the whip, but it didn't come. She strained her neck, watching him return to the table and set the whip down. Was it over, she wondered. Maybe he was just trying to scare her? She struggled to get a better view of him as he turned back towards her, though the glint of the knife was hard to hide even from this angle. Once she saw what he held in his hands she began to cry and desperately began to tug at her bonds, whimpering and begging God to help her, to free her. She didn't want him to hurt her, she didn't want to die.

"P-please!" She moaned tearfully as he came around her, showing her the knife with a wide smile on his face. "Don't h-hurt me!" Anna squeezed her eyes shut, a few more delicate tears running down her cheek as he advanced, heeding his warning, holding herself as still as she possibly could. Her body began to shiver as he dragged the blade lightly against her skin, up and down her thigh, coming so close to her covered pussy. She shivered, a thrill of adrenaline lighting up her senses, unfortunately making her more sensitive to his touch as well as more aware. When he pulled back, she exhaled deeply, and began to wiggle again before he reached for her shirt, tugging it out of her waistband while murmuring comments of admiration. When he looked up, she found she could not look away. His dark eyes were fixed on her, and she could not tear her gaze away. She stared back silently as he slowly, deliberately, popped each button of her shirt, pausing only to run his warm tongue against her exposed, flat stomach. She shivered, and bit back a moan.
 
Her shivers delighted him, each movement causing him to stir a little more. Though frightened and scared, his touches were beginning to ignite her body and she could not deny it. He knew, knew it like he knew his own body. She liked it, even if she didn’t want to and that made him smile. Such a naughty little cock tease. That’s what she was. Her eyes bore into his as he watched her and she him. He let his tongue snake out again, tracing his lips seductively before he moved to her belly a second time and kissed her skin, nipping at it. Stepping back, he looked at her again. “Oh, I won’t hurt you my little slut, at least not with this knife. Your creamy skin is far to lovely for that.” To tease her some more though, he placed the tip of the knife on her belly and lightly moved it around, hard enough to let her feel it but not break her skin. Then he bends forward and lightly traces his tongue over the marks left by the knife, tasting her, teasing her.

He moves back then and looks at her again before moving to her third button and cutting it off with a flick of the knife. More of her creamy skin becomes exposed, the shirt now pulled taut across her breasts. He can just see a hint of her bra and he lets the knife slide up and lightly trace the underside of each breast before sliding it out and moving to the next button, cutting that one off also. Only one button holds her shirt in place now, the material spread away from her belly, fully exposing it, and showing most of her breasts. With a grin, he moves forward and takes the last button, undoing it with his teeth instead of the knife this time. Using the knife, he slowly pushes the fabric of her shirt aside, fully exposing her to his view. He lets his gaze travel up her belly to her breasts, admiring them, then lets the knife trace across the front of her bra lightly.
 
She matche dhis gaze, hoping that he would see the pleading in her eyes, unaware of the light of arousal that had betrayed her in her own eyes. She bit her lip as he moved forward again and leaned her head back, holding her breath as he continued to lick and nip at her stomach. The buttons popped off one by one, and she could feel the increasing lsut rolling off of him. She wiggled a bit more, but stilled when she felt the blade gliding across her stomach with more force. Her heart pounded, her nipples ached, and she began to feel rather uncomfortable down there. It was just the adrenaline, she told herself firmly, and stifled a moan as he leaned forward to snap the last button with his teeth.

She shivered when he finally exposed her breasts to the cool air, her skin tense and milky pale from fright. Still, there was beginning to be a bit of colour rising in her cheeks and flowing over her bra-clad breasts as instinct began to take over. She whimpered, trying to draw away from his blade as he traced it over the front of her bra. "Why are you doing this?" Anna whimpered, feeling a little dizzy as the ticklish feeling of the knife on her breasts sent small thrills of pleasure down between her legs. "Ahh.."
 
He watched her carefully, grinning because he knew her body was reacting to his efforts, her shivers ones of arousal, not fear. “It feels nice doesn’t it, my pretty little play thing?” he whispered as his lips descended on her skin again. He traced the underside of her bra with his tongue lightly then dragged it down over her belly, nipping and licking with each slow movement. Her creamy skin tasted delicious and he wanted more of it. Stepping back after letting his tongue rim her navel and nipping her one last time, he stared into her eyes. “I’m going to enjoy every moment with you” he said, a feral grin on his face. As he stared into her eyes, he gently raised the knife and set it under the middle of her bra. With a flick of his wrist, the knife sliced through the material, separating it. As the material fell away to the sides, he got his first glimpse of her pert young breasts and he smiled. Goose bumps covered her pink aerola and her nipples were hard and ready.

“Mmmm, such loveliness” he murmured as he kissed her belly again and slowly worked his way upward, his tongue and teeth scraping over her skin softly. He reached her breasts and slowly traced the undersides with his tongue, loving the feel of her soft skin, then nipped at her tender flesh, his teeth biting gently on her skin and tugging on it lightly. He then released her and worked his mouth around to the sides of her breast, letting his tongue drag slowly over her skin. His hands slid behind her, moving up under her skirt to grip her ass lightly and hold her in place, letting her feel everything he was doing to her. He paused long enough to glance at her, smiling in glee. “Let your body enjoy itself my sweet little play thing. You know you want to…” He then dipped his head back down, his lips slowly closing over one of her nipples, his teeth scraping the sensitive nub.
 
She didn't answer, biting her lip instead, desperate to keep her breathy sighs to herself. His mouth felt hot, wet, and his teeth sent small jolts of electricity all through her body whenever he nipped at her creamy skin. As much as she hated this, the slower he moved, kissing and licking and exploring with his mouth, the more frustrated she began to feel. "Ahhmm..." She groaned, arching a bit as he fondled her breasts a bit through her bra, before finally sliding the cold knife beneath the lacey material. She yelped, hearing the elastic snap, and flinched away from him. Her young breasts bounced a little after being suddenly freed from the tight elstic material, and she groaned, her hardened nipples aching when meeting the cool air.

"You're wrong... I don't want this..." Anna insisted weakly as his mouth began to explore once more, this time making it up to the bottoms and sides of her breasts. Her nipples practically began to sting, he was so painfully close to what her body wanted. Without realizing it, she had leaned into him when he reached behind her to cup her ass, trying desperately to get closer to his hot mouth. She realized what she had done and groaned, refusing to meet his gaze. She held it back at first, but a low moan finally escaped her as he wrapped his lips around one of her aching, rock-hard nipples, and she jerked a bit despite his firm grip. God, his mouth felt so hot, so warm, so wet.
 
Devon practically purred when he heard the low moan escape her lips, the sound driving him wild and sending a surge through his hard cock. She could no longer deny that her body wanted what he offered, despite her words to the contrary. He continued to lightly suck on her nipple, his tongue flicking over it again and again. He let go of it just long enough to graze it repeatedly with his teeth, then tug lightly on it. He finally let go, letting his tongue lick it repeatedly, teasing the sensitive tip over and over again before finally sliding across her skin to capture her other nipple in his mouth. He gave that one the same treatment as the first, sucking on it, then licking and nipping it, his hands holding her body tight against his mouth so that he could please her at will. Finally, he let go of her breast and kissed, nipped, and licked his way down her belly to her navel, letting his tongue lightly rim it a few times before sliding back up.

His hands, meanwhile, had begin to massage her panty clad ass, his fingers kneading her cheeks. He let his palms caress her, then slowly slid his fingers inside her panties and massaged her bare skin, the rough surface of his hands gliding across her creamy smoothness. He seized her nipple in his mouth again as his hands cupped her cheeks, his fingers sliding into her crack. The fingers of one hand slowly teased her anus, rimming it gently as the fingers of the other hand slowly slid lower, dipping between her legs lightly and grazing her pubic hair. He felt wetness and moaned into her nipple, finding the final sign that her body wanted what he was going to give it. He suddenly released his hold on her nipple and removed his hands from her panties, gripping their edge and tugging them down off her hips. He slid them down her legs and over her feet, bringing them out from under her skirt. They were definitely damp and he rubbed them on her belly to let her feel it. “Ah, my sweet little play thing, you’re excited for my touch. I knew you would be. Relax and enjoy the attentions that your body craves.” He dropped her panties on the floor them, kicking them away, and slid a hand between her thighs, letting his fingers lightly graze her damp folds.
 
The way he so delicately teased her nipples was not exactly what she was expecting from a psychotic kidnapper and rapist. Her body responded eagerly as he nibbled and sucked at each sensitive nipple, his teeth barely grazing the sensitive nubs. He massaged her breasts, but not rough enough that it would hurt her, instead the mixed sensations seemed to have a direct line to her clitoris. It was getting harder and harder to hold back her cries, especially when his hands slid to cup her ass instead, massaging and kneading the soft flesh slowly. She felt his fingers dip inside her panties, and cried out when she felt his finger slide of her anus. She felt all of her muscles tense, and a rush of wetness warm her folds, just in time for his fingers to continue lower and begin to probe at her damp folds.

"It's not... My fault..." She whimpered, watching in horror as he reached down to slide her panties down her quivering thighs, the cool air meeting her hot, wet pussy rather suddenly. She pressed her legs together, adn shivered as he rubbed the wet material across her belly, her breasts aching and clit beginning to throb in anticipation. "Let's just stop this... Now..." She begged, watching with lust-hazed eyes as he lowered his attention to her bare thighs, his fingers quickly finding her plush, wet folds. She groaned in frustration and embarrassment, knowing how hot and wet she probably felt by now. "Mmm..."
 
He heard her whimpered words and grinned sadistically. “Oh, but it is your fault, my little play thing” he said, his fingers grazing her wet folds again. “Perhaps if you’d given me the time of day back then, we wouldn’t be here now. Then again, if we weren’t here now…” he paused, running his fingers through her folds again, pressing in a little more “…your body wouldn’t be quivering so badly right now, demanding release.” He heard her next words and laughed, his laughter ringing through the warehouse. “Oh, no, I don’t think so” he said. “Not when we’re having so much fun.” The little moan that escaped her lips from his rubbing fingers made him smile.

He watched her facial expressions as he continued to rub her hot wet pussy, his fingers just lightly grazing her but slowly moving inward more, not penetrating but keeping a steady pressure on her. “Are you enjoying this my play thing? Do you wish there was something else rubbing you besides my fingers? I bet you do” he murmured to her. “I know I do but not to worry, that will come in time. Oh yes, in time, you will feel all of me.” He continued to stroke her, then moved forward and seized one of her nipples in his mouth, biting down on it. At the same time, he took a finger and slowly slid it into her pussy, penetrating her, then began to move it in and out, adding a second one when the first was good and wet. With each stroke of his fingers, his thumb grazed her hard clitoris, rubbing it lightly.
 
The feeling of his teeth on her nipple was enough to earn a sharp cry of mixed pleasure and fright, but the combination of his hot mouth against her breast with the sudden pressure of his finger, thrust deep inside of her, earned him a breathy moan of surprised pleasure. Her walls, though slick with reluctant arousal, clung tightly to the single digit he had forced inside of her. Archign her back, she began to pant heavily as his finger moved within her, stretching her virgin passage. It hurt, a little, but at the same time... It made her ache in a way she was not sure she had felt before. "Ow..." She whimpered and tried to lean away from him, to force him to withdraw. "Please don't..."

((Sorry short, getting back into the groove))
 
Devon fairly trembled from the sounds that his captive little play thing was making for him. Her little cries of pleasure and breathy moans, followed by heavy panting, all caused him to moan around her nipple as his hard shaft twitched and grew in his pants. His finger moved in and out of her wet passage, pushing through her tightness in its explorations of her hidden pleasure points, while his tongue and teeth toyed with her nipple further. His little play thing was hot for his touch, her body almost singing its pleasure, and he planned on touching her a lot more before he was done. His ears heard her whimpered protest and he pulled back from her breast, looking up at her. “Oh, please, my little cock tease” he purred to her. “We both know that you love what I’m doing to you, my finger slowly fucking your virgin hole while your tight walls suck at it in eagerness. I couldn’t stop now if I wanted too and neither of us wants me to do that.” He bent down and bit her stomach lightly, nipping at it with his teeth, as he continued to move in and out of her. With each thrust of his questing finger, his thumb moved up and rubbed lightly over her clitoris, a hot tight bundle of nerves standing at attention, which he was giving it in spades. Looking back up at her again, he moaned softly. “Mmm, my little play thing, such a deliciously tight passage you have. I can’t wait to sink my hard shaft deep inside you.” He licked his lips and then nipped her stomach again before moving up to her breasts.
 
It wasn't long before the pain of having his finger twirling around inside her tight passage began to fade, replaced instead with a curious feeling of pleasure and a stirring within her that frustrated her; her body craved more, and no matter how hard or deep he stroked her, it just didn't seem like it was enough. Her walls tightened, clinging depserately to his finger, wet and warm and pulling him in, her hips beginning to tremble. Anna through her head back and let out a moan of mixed pleasure and mortification, a steady blush beginning to spread down from her face and down over her breasts. "God, please just stop..." She whimpered breathily, arousal beginning to make her choke on her own words. She tugged useless at the bindings that held her wrists above her head and wiggled from her chains, trying to squeeze his hand out from between her legs by pressing her thighs together. His finger was so rough, and solid, it was almost as if he was massaging with the pad of his finger... Every so often, she felt him brush a particularly sensitive spot within her and she gasped, squeezing her eyes shut as a rush of wetness and heat gave away her pleasure. "Mmmmn..."
 
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