Noon_Shadow
Corrupting Influence
- Joined
- Feb 3, 2010
- Posts
- 7,748
Morris heard her plea. He paused to admire the red strips against her skin that he'd created, the first of many, starkly standing out against her relatively pale skin. He was whistling again, that same idle tune, no real song that he knew of, just stringing notes together in an oddly cheerful melody. In response to her cry for him to stop, he could only grin. Now they were getting somewhere...pathetic begging. Her "play-it-cool," attitude was wearing off and she had to accept that she was truly stuck, trapped at the whim of a man whom she could not hope to predict, and stripped naked, tied up on display for him.
Just to prove that her crying and pleading would make little difference to him, he struck her twice more, against each thigh, leaving two more marks there, red and fierce as they stung. His goal wasn't to injure her permanently, only to cause superficial pain, which was he was striking the fleshiest parts of her-and she was slender enough that he even had to take care. She might have cried out, he wasn't sure. He was paying little attention to the noises she was making at the moment. He licked his lips thoughtfully and then stepped back, glancing down at her again to admire her position. She made a fine spectacle, legs spread, bent over, and tied so she could not move. Such a fine ass on display.
"It's an interesting sensation, being helpless," Morris began, letting her hear him walking across the room as he spoke. He went up to a cabinet, which was locked, producing a key, letting her hear the sound of it popping open as he reached inside. "You think at first that you don't have any choices. But what you end up learning is that your choices are all internal." Morris pulled out a vial, closing the cabinet back as he carried it toward where Larissa was detained. He squirted some of it on to his hand, then rubbed his hands together, lubricating them as he approached Larissa again. "How do you react to your circumstances? Do you rage? Do you wallow in self-pity? Do you try to shut off your brain to your condition? Or do you....accept it, and take comfort in what comforts there are."
Morris pressed his warm hands to her ass, lubricated with a soothing, aloevera lotion. His hands moved gently on her skin, rubbing in the soothing substances, massaging into her skin and rubbing her soft bottom almost tenderly. He rubbed some of the sting out of the pain of his earlier strikes, rubbing at her carefully, then sliding his hands down to the backs of her thighs, rubbing them as well. His hands were gentle, almost expert, and he added a bit more lotion when his hands dried up. He kept massaging her skin, his fingers splaying outward and then working the muscles, almost like a massage therapist at work. It was a near sensual experience, even though he made no moves to brush toward her exposed sex.
Just to prove that her crying and pleading would make little difference to him, he struck her twice more, against each thigh, leaving two more marks there, red and fierce as they stung. His goal wasn't to injure her permanently, only to cause superficial pain, which was he was striking the fleshiest parts of her-and she was slender enough that he even had to take care. She might have cried out, he wasn't sure. He was paying little attention to the noises she was making at the moment. He licked his lips thoughtfully and then stepped back, glancing down at her again to admire her position. She made a fine spectacle, legs spread, bent over, and tied so she could not move. Such a fine ass on display.
"It's an interesting sensation, being helpless," Morris began, letting her hear him walking across the room as he spoke. He went up to a cabinet, which was locked, producing a key, letting her hear the sound of it popping open as he reached inside. "You think at first that you don't have any choices. But what you end up learning is that your choices are all internal." Morris pulled out a vial, closing the cabinet back as he carried it toward where Larissa was detained. He squirted some of it on to his hand, then rubbed his hands together, lubricating them as he approached Larissa again. "How do you react to your circumstances? Do you rage? Do you wallow in self-pity? Do you try to shut off your brain to your condition? Or do you....accept it, and take comfort in what comforts there are."
Morris pressed his warm hands to her ass, lubricated with a soothing, aloevera lotion. His hands moved gently on her skin, rubbing in the soothing substances, massaging into her skin and rubbing her soft bottom almost tenderly. He rubbed some of the sting out of the pain of his earlier strikes, rubbing at her carefully, then sliding his hands down to the backs of her thighs, rubbing them as well. His hands were gentle, almost expert, and he added a bit more lotion when his hands dried up. He kept massaging her skin, his fingers splaying outward and then working the muscles, almost like a massage therapist at work. It was a near sensual experience, even though he made no moves to brush toward her exposed sex.
