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Eve was fully expecting to feel the wrath of his hand and was shaken to the core when instead he stroked her hair much as her mother would have done were she were upset as a small child. He arranged her almost lovingly face down on the bed. Even though he bound her spread-eagled to his bed his soft touch was balm to her raw nerve endings and she made no protest. Of course Eve had no conception as to what he was about until he raised her hips and without ceremony entered her. He eyes widened but tied as she was she could not struggle nor participate, she could only endure as his body took its pleasure of her.
Of course this new position was carefully calculated to stimulated his charge in new and decidedly forbidden ways. The angle of his manhood as he plunged ruthlessly into her tight canal coupled with his ministrations to her breasts, neck and earlobes, his touch almost that of a concerned lover forced her in to one orgasm after another. This time Eve was a passive participant who felt like she was being buffered back and forth in a ocean of forbidden feelings, she felt totally helpless as her own body betrayed her upbringing time and time again. Why can't I stop my reactions, why?
Then it was over she listened to Lue Chin as he dressed her mind going over and over what had happened. She had not resisted, she had failed her God and all she had been concerned about was that she had failed this Demon. Maybe deep down all she really was a whore.
Her thoughts were interrupted as he freed her from her bonds she looked at him from beneath her long lashes embarrassed all over again by her reactions to his touch. His devastating smile as he tossed her a scrap of clothing had her knees trembling as she tried to put on the unfamiliar garb. She caught sight of her reflection in the mirror and gasped…
The shirt barely covered her bottom she looked like a … That’s not me, she told herself, not me.. not me… not me not ME!
“Come kneel at my feet Miss Eve.”
She repeated the words like a mantra as she dropped gracefully to her knees before him.
Eve had hidden her hands in the pockets of her shirt to keep them from shaking, her nervous finger closed around a small object. Unthinking she removed it and to her dismay it was a small golden cross very similar to the one her mother had worn. Eve started at the cross the symbol of her faith, and the God that hadn't being willing to save her from this fate.
Clutching the cross in her palm she pushed herself backwards across the floor to cower in a corner.
“Noooooooo don’t make me do this... I cannot... it is my birthday…I … I want my mother …I want to go home! Pleeeese .”
Eve was crying once again hugs sobs wracking her slender frame sure that he would surely kill her, she had defied him, she wanted to craw back to kneel at his feet and beg his forgiveness but was afraid and couldn't make her body move another single inch.
Of course this new position was carefully calculated to stimulated his charge in new and decidedly forbidden ways. The angle of his manhood as he plunged ruthlessly into her tight canal coupled with his ministrations to her breasts, neck and earlobes, his touch almost that of a concerned lover forced her in to one orgasm after another. This time Eve was a passive participant who felt like she was being buffered back and forth in a ocean of forbidden feelings, she felt totally helpless as her own body betrayed her upbringing time and time again. Why can't I stop my reactions, why?
Then it was over she listened to Lue Chin as he dressed her mind going over and over what had happened. She had not resisted, she had failed her God and all she had been concerned about was that she had failed this Demon. Maybe deep down all she really was a whore.
Her thoughts were interrupted as he freed her from her bonds she looked at him from beneath her long lashes embarrassed all over again by her reactions to his touch. His devastating smile as he tossed her a scrap of clothing had her knees trembling as she tried to put on the unfamiliar garb. She caught sight of her reflection in the mirror and gasped…
The shirt barely covered her bottom she looked like a … That’s not me, she told herself, not me.. not me… not me not ME!
“Come kneel at my feet Miss Eve.”
She repeated the words like a mantra as she dropped gracefully to her knees before him.
Eve had hidden her hands in the pockets of her shirt to keep them from shaking, her nervous finger closed around a small object. Unthinking she removed it and to her dismay it was a small golden cross very similar to the one her mother had worn. Eve started at the cross the symbol of her faith, and the God that hadn't being willing to save her from this fate.
Clutching the cross in her palm she pushed herself backwards across the floor to cower in a corner.
“Noooooooo don’t make me do this... I cannot... it is my birthday…I … I want my mother …I want to go home! Pleeeese .”
Eve was crying once again hugs sobs wracking her slender frame sure that he would surely kill her, she had defied him, she wanted to craw back to kneel at his feet and beg his forgiveness but was afraid and couldn't make her body move another single inch.
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