Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 48284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 241(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 241(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
His cock was tenting his pajama bottoms. He loosened the drawstring at his waist and kicked off the pants. Fisting his cock in one hand, he lowered his mouth to her right nipple and closed his lips around it. It hardened nicely against his tongue and after a moment, he repeated the process with her left nipple.
With his free hand, he reached between her legs and stroked her labia with butterfly gentleness. He did this for several minutes, stopping to lick his finger so it would move more easily over her delicate folds.
Was it his imagination, or was that a moan of pleasure that escaped the girl’s lips?
“Does it feel good, froggy? Answer me truthfully.”
Her cheeks were flushed, though that might have been because of her nearly upside-down position.
“Answer me,” he commanded.
“I-I don’t know. It doesn’t hurt, but I don’t like being tied up and blindfolded like this. I’m dizzy. I feel a little sick. Could you let me out of this?”
“Sorry, no,” Robert replied with mock sympathy. “That would ruin my fun. I’m just getting started.” He licked his fingers again and massaged her clit, which was hard as a little pea, however much the girl claimed not to know how she felt.
“Maybe you’ll appreciate the pleasure I offer more if I throw in a little pain.” Without warning, he slapped her across the face.
Jane cried out, her head whipped to the side from the impact.
Without giving her a chance to recover, Robert rammed a finger into her twat, while simultaneously giving one of her nipples a savage twist. He pushed in and out of her slit, using his palm to grind against her clit.
She was breathing hard, her face twisted in a grimace. Was it pain or arousal? Did she even know herself? His cock throbbed at her confusion.
Easing off her nipples, he focused for a while exclusively on her cunt, stroking and touching her until she was trembling, not from fear, but from the onset of a powerful climax. She was panting now, her chest heaving, her color high.
Just as she was about to come, he pulled his fingers from inside her and brought his hand down hard on her spread cunt with a resounding smack. As she screamed and twisted in her bonds, he smacked her little pussy again and again, watching it redden beneath his palm.
Only when she began to cry did he stop.
“Poor baby,” he crooned. “Your little cunt is so sore, hmm? Let Daddy kiss it and make it better.”
Leaning over, he brought his mouth close and licked along the heated flesh, inhaling her feminine musk, his balls aching. He teased and licked her labia until her cries subsided into a heavy ragged pant. This one was ripe for the plucking.
Positioning himself between her legs, he tongued her hard clit in earnest. He didn’t stop until a deep shudder moved through her body and she moaned, a guttural, animal sound.
He let her come, but he didn’t let her rest. Excited, he began again, licking, suckling, teasing the now over-sensitized flesh while she squirmed and tried unsuccessfully to close her legs.
“Please,” she gasped. “Too much. It’s too much.”
“I’ll tell you when it’s too much, frog,” Robert said, lifting his head from her sopping pussy. He licked and frigged her until she went limp. He continued until she began to shudder again, and then to squeal, her body rigid in climax.
Robert lifted his head with a triumphant laugh. He was very pleased, not to mention a little surprised, at just how sexually responsive the little frog actually was.
Unable to hold out a second longer, he unlocked the inversion table and adjusted it so it was parallel with the floor. Climbing astride the strapped-down girl, he guided his throbbing shaft into her tight snatch.
She squealed as his big cock penetrated, thrashing, her head turning from side to side, as if she could get away. As aroused as he was, it only took a few strokes before he shot his load inside her with a satisfied groan.
Pulling out, he wiped his gooey cock on her thigh and climbed off the table.
The girl was limp, her skin pink, her body covered in a sheen of sweat. Her lips were parted, her chest heaving as she whimpered softly. She looked almost beautiful in that moment.
Brenda had chosen wisely. They were going to have some serious fun with this one.
Chapter 5
When Jane heard the door at the top of the stairs slam closed, she breathed a sigh of relief. Locked once more in her cage, she pulled a blanket over herself and curled into a ball beneath it.
She tried to doze as a way to escape reality, but her mind was buzzing and fizzing with a jumble of conflicting emotions. She hated the horrible man who had abducted her. It was easy to hate him for the abduction, the torture and the imprisonment. How was it possible that a man she feared and despised could give her such pleasure?