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(don't) stop! [raziel99 x gondolina]

She seemed to have forgotten about the camera fast enough as his fingers played with her pussy. He could have sworn that her hips were thrusting against his fingers, too, so needy in the morning. He smiled as she moaned and begged him, his teeth gently tugging at her earlobe before whispering to her, quiet enough so the camera didn't pick it up. "You're gonna get a good dinner for this."

His fingers left her soaked pussy, picking her hips up. He easily pulled his stiff length out, sliding it into her and thrusting at a good pace to start. His hands went to her breasts, playing roughly as his hips thrusted up into her, pushing as deep as possible into her. "Ride me." He roughly said to her, biting her neck in a few places.
 
Yvette felt gratified knowing that her efforts were to be rewarded by a good meal. At least the effort-reward system still worked here, and her kidnapper wasn't just putting her on. She stopped moaning when she felt his fingers leave her wet core, and looked down. His hands had slid to her hips and lifted it up. Yvette stood up a little, feeling the kidnapper take out his already erect cock. She smiled at the sight before she felt him push into her and begin thrusting immediately. She moaned louder than before and matched his rhythm, feeling her walls gripping tightly on his member. His hands were now kneading her breasts and she felt hotter than ever.

"Oh yeah..." she moaned as she continued to ride him hard. The sensations were building up now. His cock was thick enough to massage her gspot, and she was almost mindless with ecstacy. "Oh fuck, yes..."
 
Her moans and begging were hot in his ears, and he bit down on her neck to show his dominance to her, almost animalistic. His hips were fast, thrusting into her deep and hard. He lasted almost a hour, and when he came, it wasn't too much, more than enough to fill her up, though. He felt their juices sliding down is cock, and he slid out of her, nearly throwing her on the bed, though away camera he was actually more gentle than that.

He went to the camera, looking it dead in the eye, his face masked somewhat. "This is the last video. We will keep her until we get the money, increased daily." He turned the camera off, taking the tape out and leaving the room before coming back in. He was carrying a glass of water, and a steak dinner with mashed potatoes and gravy. The steak was already cut into smaller pieces, and she was given a plastic fork.

"I told you that I would give you a better meal." He said, setting it down next to her on the bed. He untied her arms, letting her eat.
 
Yvette could barely feel the grip of his teeth on her neck. She was so lost in her climax as her juices burst forth, coating his cock with a shiny layer of fluid. This session was almost as bad as her sessions on the sybian, because the kidnapper had an astonishing stamina that allowed him to last for an hour before he finally came into her, his warm seed mixing with her own juices. Yvette had lost count of how many times she orgasmed during that hour, but only knew that she was tired, and her pussy was actually sore from the constant thrustings. Her entire body was covered once again with grimy sweat, and her juices had already dripped all the way down her thighs. When the kidnapper finally lifted her off and dumped her on the bed, she lay there motionless, panting heavily.

He switched off the camera and exited the room, before coming back once again with a great dinner that she had never expected. Yvette didn't think it was like a kidnapper to actually keep his word but she wasn't complaining. She was famished. She dug in immediately to her food once he untied her arms, caring less about her humiliation in front of the camera than she did about filling her stomach.

After she was done with her meal, Yvette looked up at the kidnapper. "Thank you," she said. The first time she'd spoken to him that wasn't angry and spitting, and wasn't during sex. "I- I'd like to go shower now."
 
He watched her eat, though at somewhat of a distance, just to make sure she didn't try anything. She might have felt dirty, but he felt wonderful, sated though maybe in need of a shower. When she finished, he took the plate. "Feel free to shower. The night is over for this. You aren't going to be videotaped anymore. But don't get me wrong, I'm not done with you yet..."

He left the room, watching her behind the glass. She was a majestic thing, that was for sure, though she wasn't going to get a hold on him. He had the upper hand here. She would do whatever he said. Soon, he left for a shower, then to sleep. The night was longer than he thought. The next day, though, he was going to have a lot of fun.
 
The kidnapper seemed nice enough as he released her from his custody, and left the room. Yvette went into the shower and stood under the running water, her eyes closed. The past couple of days had seemed like an eternity. She could barely even remember what she had been doing before she had gotten kidnapped into this ghastly place. She had resisted at first, and had suffered for it, before she realised that compliance was the key to her wellbeing here. Right now, it seemed as if her entire world revolved around this room, with its little shower, and whatever plans the kidnapper had in store for her. Before this, Yvette's only sexual experience had been twice she had fucked an ex-boyfriend, and sometimes her own masturbations in her room, but now - now she felt like a totally different person. Relying on her body to survive. Almost like a prostitute.

Somehow, it didn't seem to matter to her anymore. She felt hardened, and nonchalant about this complete loss of dignity. Her pussy still felt a little sore and used from her earlier hour-long session with her kidnapper, and she made sure to wash it thoroughly, getting rid of the cum. Surprisingly, as her fingers brushed her core, she felt the familiar tingles of arousal. She wondered how she could still get aroused even after that whole long session, and worried if she was becoming a nymphomaniac. But Yvette was now a person to throw caution to the winds. She began to finger herself in the shower. With the water streaming down her entire body, and her fingers pumping in and out of her pussy fast, Yvette moaned, her other hand clutching onto the walls of the shower stall for support.

Her orgasm burst forth, and she drew out her cum-soaked fingers, licking and relishing them. Yvette had never done anything like this before, but now she felt like she was sexually awakened, no longer afraid to answer the call of her body's needs. Switching off the shower, she exited the small toilet and went to sleep on her inflatable bed.
 
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