Sweet Revenge

Amanda

She pulled the dildo out of him with a loud popping sound. She placed it on the bed and released his cock from her grasp.
"You dont need a doctor, the bleeding with stop. Nothing inside is damanged Kevin. There is a little tear on the outside. It will heal." She was weary and tired now. She moved off of the bed and slowly arranged the chains to let his legs close. She refastened the keeper keys so he couldnt move much. But enough now he could lay on his side if he chose to.
She let a few links for his arms free too. He couldnt do much anyways. He was in alot of pain. She walked over and put the dildo into the pail. She would take it and wash it later.
"How does it feel Kevin? How enjoyable is rape?" This said she walked up the stairs, swinging the pail.
Tonight at dinner time she would start working on getting herself pregnant again. She was at her most fertile time for the next four days, and she wanted a baby to replace the one she lost.
Why she wanted his baby, she didnt know. She didnt want any part of him. But raping him for her own pleasure was sweet revenge.
She halted at the top of the basement stairs and opened the door. She could hear him sobbing, though he tried to be silent. She felt nothing for him, no pity.. Nothing. She been there, she recalled it all clearly in her mind. Pay backs sucked.
She closed the door and let him be alone.

She washed the dildo and dried it. Got herself dressed and drove to the mail box in town. She dropped the ransome note in and drove back to the farm house. By the time she got back it was too late for lunch, so she would make him wait until dinner time.
She could still hear him downstairs, the chains rattling now and then. She stayed away, she would take her sweet time. And once he thought he would have peace, she would take out more revenge.
 
He heard the car leave. She was gone. Frantically he tried to move, but it was useless. She had spent him, quite literally spent him.
Shit.
He called out for ten minutes, but nothing happened. She was right, no one was anywhere around him. He moved to his side, feeling the chains begin to tighten.
Then it happened.
He felt it coming from deep inside him.
He had to pee.
Well fuck.
Kevin leaned up, looking around. Well, wasn't that interesting. She had thought of everything, but his hygiene. She had been right, the bleeding was stopping in his ass. Somehow, it felt worse though. Every time he moved, it was like he could still feel that dildo deep inside him.
Brought tears to his eyes.
Fuck it. He wasn't going to hold it till she came back.
He looked down, a the newly replaced carpet. A smile crossed his face. That would be nice, fuck up her carpet. He could even say it wasn't his fault. He had to go to the bathroom, and he couldn't hold it any longer.
Aiming so he could spread it out as much as possibly, Kevin began peeing on the carpet.
"Rape my ass, you fucking cunt."
She raped him, he soiled her carpet. He felt like crying, but he didn't. She had wanted to see those tears so bad, and he had practically told her to rape him. He would have to play it safer when she was around.
The car rumbled back.
He finished peeing, laying back down. His breathing was in and out, making himself feel better again. He didn't know why, but he felt scared at the fact that she was coming back.
Fuck that. She didn't scare him.
Somewhere, deep in his mind, she did though. He knew it. He was just too much of a man to admit it. She had won, and he wasn't even finished fighting.
Kevin check the chains, they were tightly secured to the concrete walls. There was nothing he could do about that. The only way he could get out was to unlock those manacles.
He couldn't hear her, but he knew she was upstairs. The room seemed partially sound proofed. He said his own name loudly.
It bounced off the walls, making a small echo. Outside, one would have to listen carefully just to hear it.
She had done a good job. He hated to admit it, but she had done a good job.
Fuck.
Too good of a job.
He finally relaxed himself, enogh to to to sleep. He had long since wiped the tears from his eyes. From time to time a fresh one had trickled down.
Was this what she felt after he had taken her home?
He fell to sleep, that question still in his mind.
 
Amanda

She took a long hot bubble bath and relaxed her tensed muscles. This was going to be a long war, and Kevin was going to fight her the whole way. She wondered to herself how he liked rape? She would have laughed but she recalled the feelings, and the pain. She got out after the water was too cool, and laid on her bed. Tears ran down her face, those memories wouldnt go away. No matter how hard she tried to forget that fateful night. The evil demon kept rearing back up in her mind.
She cried for the pain she felt, the lost baby, and the fact that she had gone over the edge so far as to rape Kevin. Two wrongs didnt make a right? did it? Would she feel better once she got the ransome? She didnt think she would, but at least she would be free to leave this place forever. Perhaps find love somewhere out there.
She did want a baby though. and she was going to get one. She checked her calendar five times before she brought IT here. She was fertile all this week, Which meant she could concieve again. She hoped anyways. Too bad Kevin didnt know what he was in for.
 
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Kevin opened his eyes, looking at the same dull room. He had hoped so much for it to be a nightmare, it wasn't though. It wasn't a nightmare, it was real. Realer than a nightmare.
He took the sheets and folded them over himself, as much as he could. It was a quaint chilly in here, especially since the heat from himself was gone.
He winced, feeling his ass shoot pain through him. Damnit, he bit his bottom lip, letting the pain pass him. A tear fell down his cheek.
He looked out the window. It must have been past noon, but he wasn't sure. The sun was up, afternoon sometime. Early or late? It would be a guess, maybe late though.
His stomach itched, he reached down to scratch it, but the chain caught him. Growling he rubbed the sheet over it, trying to make it go away. It wasn't working though.
He was hungry too.
And that pee from earlier was starting to make a horrible smell. Shit.
He hated to do it, but he needed Amanda. She had some obligations as his rapist/kidnapper.
"Amanda!" he called, as loud as he could. His voice came out harsh and ragged. He had done so much yelling today, it was a surprise he had a voice at all.
Coughing, he tried again, "You still here? I sort of made a mess in here, I'm sorry. Hello? HELLO!!!"
Was that a noise? He wasn't sure.
Fuck, his ass hurt so much.
 
Amanda

She heard a faint sound, and knew who it was. He was bellowing again. Probably wanting help, or calling for freedom. She was weary of this, she should just duct tape his damned mouth shut. She got up and got her robe on, walking through the bedroom, kitchen and finally to the door. She opened it a little and listened once again.

She came down quietly . The first thing she smelt was the urine. Damn! She forgot about the toilet she had made for him. Fuck! She didn't say anything, just walked into the room and opened the storage door. Pulling out the portable toilet. She had bolted it to a rolling platform for his use. She could empty the tank below at any disposal place. Seemed easier than taking the chance of him getting free.
She turned to the bed looking at him laying there.
 
Kevin smiled at her. She had thought of everything.
The fucking bitch.
"Oh, thank you so much. I'm sorry, I just had to go. I didn't want to soil your sheets, you've put up so much trouble for me."
He looked away, perhaps this new way would help a little bit. At least try and sweet talk her.
She couldn't hurt him if he was being nice, trying to be nice. He had pushed, and she had pushed back. If he kept pushing, he would be dead before the week's over.
"So, how are you doing? Good? You smell nice, must have taken a shower or something. I love your hair, it's very shiny and soft."
In his day he could sweet talk a chicken out of her feathers.
 
Amanda

She snorted at his false compliments and said nothing still. She turned without a word. Now she had to clean all this mess up! She was not happy at all, but held her tongue for once.
She walked back upstairs and hunted down her cleaning supplies, and her steamer. She stopped in the living room and grabbed the loaded gun. Just incase. She found the floor cleaning fluid, pinesol, body wash, sponge, razor, shaving cream, bucket, wash rag, and some ointment.
She carried all this down stairs and set it on the table.

The steamer she set on the other side of the bed. She would have to spend two hours now cleaning this mess up. She was not happy at all. She walked back upstairs and retrieved a towel and sheets.
She came back down setting everything on the table and picked up the gun. She took the safety off and moved towards the bed. She measured out two feet on each arm for movement and adjusted the chains. Her gun held under her arm, but pointed at him.
She moved to the foot of the bed and pulled the key out of her robe pocket. She unlocked both manacles from his legs, replacing the key in her pocket as she pulled the gun up. She pointed it at him and finally spoke up.
"Get up off the bed on this side, and do it slowly. The gun is loaded, and I do know how to use it. And if you make any sudden moves, I’ll blow piece by piece off."
 
"I'm getting up, jeez. You don't have to be so mean about it."
He slowly rose from the bed, not because she had asked him to, but because his ass wouldn't allow him to do more than slow movements.
Biting his lower lip, he stood, holding onto the manacles. He eyed the toilet, and the bolt behind it, holding it in place. There was nothing else even close to the bed. Nope, nothing here at all.
He moved closer to the wall, as she did her thing.
The bed was on wheels, but the way he moved on it earlier, it wouldn't surprise him if it were locked in.
Locked in, nothing he could do there.
Carefully, Kevin rubbed the manacles together. When he emerged, there was a small scratch on them. It would take nearly a year to get through enough to do anything.
Shit, another dead end.
He had to find a way out of here.
That gun would be nice. Yes, it sure would. He couldn't get it though. She's not stupid. Crazy, yes, but stupid?
She had planned this too much for him to just screw it up with an easy plan. This would take a couple of days, at the most.
"Do you want me to help? I could clean the carpet or something."
 
Amanda

She watched as he slowly moved to stand beside the bed, his pain still written on his face. Amanda kicked the chains from the foot of the bed, and unlocked the wheels. She slowly pulled the bed out away from the wall.
"Alright, stand back against the wall, and extend your arms out at your sides."

He slowly moved to do as she bid him, but she was mistrustful. She knew he wanted free to hurt her back. She cocked the back the hammer of the gun, aiming it right at his cock. She slowly moved towards him, he had only two feet of movement, but it was enough to grab her. Her eyes narrowed, never once leaving his face.
She reached the chain, and blindly felt around, her eyes not leaving his for a second. She quickly grabbed the chain and jerked it out, slamming his arm into the padded wall behind him. She secured the chain with the keeper. She moved around to the other side of him, keeping at least five feet away. Bending down to do the same to his other arm.
She was sure if he hadn't been in so much pain, he would have lunged for her. Or perhaps he wouldn't of? She did have a loaded gun pointed at him.

She moved back, the gun still aimed on him.
"Oh no, I am not letting you free to do anything, just shut up and cooperate, So i dont have to hurt you again.."
 
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He gave her a cross look, "There was nothing in the rules about this. What are you doing? I'm immobile, you've made sure of that."
He felt himself try to move towards her, unable to do so.
"You really think I'm going to hurt you in this condition? Right now, even if I did somehow knock you unconscious, before you got that gun off, I would still be here, down by myself. I'll starve to death, which is worse..."
He winced as another pain shot up through him,
"barely, but worse than my condition now."
He kicked the wall, turning away from her. Let her do what she needed. She had her own plan, and she was going to do it as best as she could. As of right now, he couldn't do anything to stop her.
As of right now...
"If you don't want me to help could you hurry up please? My legs are beginning to hurt."
 
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Amanda

He stood there, as she carefully reset the hammer.
"Incase you don’t believe it’s loaded I will show you.” She opened up the revolver and pulled out 6 bullets. She waved them before his eyes and put them back in. The gun was reloaded and the safety secured. She walked over and set the gun down on the table.
She didn’t say a word as she went about her business. First thing she did was strip the bed of all the dirty linen, and make it up again. She fluffed the pillow and changed the case on it too.

She moved over to the floor where he had sprayed urine everywhere, and sprayed it down with the cleaning solution.
She walked upstairs and filled the bucket with warm water for his bath. Carefully making her way back downstairs again she set the water out of the reach of his feet.
She grabbed the washrag first. She quickly made work of washing off his body. Adding body wash to the sponge she washed him once more. Turning she took the water up and dumped it, refilled it again, and went down to rinse him off. Once he was clean again, she once again took the water up and dumped it out.
She came back with a straight razor. "Hold still, I don’t want to cut you."
She put shaving cream on his scratchy face and shaved him. She did rather well only a little nick on his adam's apple. She wiped his face off and dried his body.
"There that’s done."
She pulled out the toilet, and set it before him. "I forgot this earlier, lets not make the same mistake again." She moved away from the toilet and loosened his chains one more foot. She quickly backed off and picked up the gun. "Five minutes and I'll be back, make use of it."
She walked up stairs and waited exactly 5 minutes before returning. The seat of the toilet was down and the lid.
"Move back against the wall." He once again complied.
Tightening the chains back up. She put the toilet in the corner near the table.

She released each side of the chains and locked them into place. He had enough chain movement to move to the side. She pushed the bed up where it was, and locked the wheels.
She tossed the ointment to him, watching as he caught it in his hands. "That is for the soreness. Apply it if you need it, and get back onto the bed."
 
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Kevin moved behind the toilet, looking at what he could. It was mostly plastic, but a few bolts were held in place. He grabbed one of them, taking it off. It hurt his fingers, but he did it.
Once off, he took out the washer, and put it back in. He made sure it was loose again, he might need to put it back or take it off again.
Moving back to the bed he put the washer under the pillow. It might help later on, it might not, but for right now it was the only thing he got.
Before she came back in he dropped the toilet lid. Kevin looked at her with cool eyes, as if nothing had happened.
She ordered him in bed, and he complied. Fine, she was ignoring him, he would just do the same. He looked at the far wall, covering himself up with the new sheets. Clean, very nice.
He took the ointment holding it out in front of him. He'd use it later, didn't feel like probing around in his asshole right now.
The rest of his body either.
"You done?" he asked, turning back and seeing her stand there.
 
Amanda

She turned and walked back upstairs without answering him. She took the gun and put it away. She quickly made him a sandwhich and grabbed a coke. She put it on a tray and walked back down.
"Well since You need me alive to keep yourself alive. As you so kindly pointed out. I am going to give you more movement. But you wont be able to leave the bed."
She set the tray over his lap and moved to the chains. She adjusted each one, allowing his hands to rest in his lap. She knew she was showing kindness, but fuck it.
"You promised not to fight me, I am taking your word for it. Once ransome is paid Kevin, you will be safely returned home. I am not going to kill you, as you may be thinking. No. I want you to live with the memories as I have had to do for 10 long years now."
She moved to the box in the corner, pulling out her medical file from the day she was admitted with her miscarriage.
"Here is reading material while you eat, and You best read it." She turned away and started the floor cleaner up. She kept herself busy cleaning the floor while he ate and went through the file she gave him. Let him read all the gory details of the miscarriage, and the rape damage. Perhaps he would get an idea of her suffering. Hell maybe she would show him the scars running down her ass from his fingernails.
 
He ate contemtpively. A sandwich and a pop, well it was better than nothing. No utensils, she was a smart girl.
No paperclip on the files, damnit, he knew paperclips worked very well on locks. He didn't have anything though. Glancing through the files, he saw a couple of things that interested him.
A miscarriage? The bitch deserved it, all of it.
The dates were far back though, must have gotten pregnant when she was still a teenager.
He finished the pop. So, what did a baby have to do with him?
Unless...
He looked at the dates, yes, it was his. He had always wondered if she was pregnant or not. A miscarriage, she couldn't even keep it. So sad, so bad.
He nonchallantly put a piece of lettuce on the files. Moving them down, he finished his lunch.
The coke, the tap was on it. He worked quickly, moving the tap back and forth. It broke off, he stared at her, seeing if she had noticed or not. She had.
It was an innocent smile, as he put the tab inside the empty coke can. Crushing it in his hands he put it back on the tray.
"I'm done, for the night," he moved the it away from him.
"How come I never see you eat anything?"
 
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Amanda

She took the tray from his lap and set it on the table.
"I find the company of pigs distasteful and eating with you would classify as such." She moved around the room, putting away the cleaning supplies and setting up the floor cleaner.
"I suppose you read the medical file completely then? No questions? No remorse at all is there Kevin?" Her words hard, and filled with spite. The sick bastard, He didnt give a fuck about anyone or anything. Just himself as always.
She turned on the cleaner and slowly started cleaning the floor. If she could have stood the stench she would have left him to sit in it. A few days of this during the summer heat would have made him ill.
It took her only 45 minutes to get the floor cleaned, and the cleaner put away. Weary and tired, she walked back to the bed, checking his chains and locks.
She moved to the foot of the bed and put the manacles back on each ankle. Locking it tightly and putting the key back in her robe.
"Enjoy your afternoon alone down here. I will return with dinner." She took the file, placing it back in the box. She took everything out of his reach that he could use, and turned back to the bed before exiting the room.
"Dont worry about feeling bad for losing your baby Kevin. I intend on taking another one before we're done here."
This said she walked upstairs and shut the door.
She put the manacle key back on the nail, and went to her room to shower and change. She would start dinner shortly, but first needed some peace and quiet.
 
"Another child?"
He looked at the closed door, shaking his head in disbelief. She wasn't that crazy was she? Kidnapping him just to impregnate herself. Damnit, she needed to be in an insane aysilum.
He had done it though.
As much as he wanted to blame her, he couldn't not now.
Fucking bitch.
Once he knew she was gone, Kevin got the washer. It was too big to be twisted into the keyhole. Shit, he would need to get something small for that, a wire or a sliver of metal, something.
He tried it on one of the chains. He began scratching over and over again, but he made sure the scratching was on one of the loop ends so it wouldn't look obvious.
Scratch. Scratch. It made some noise, but she had sound proofed this place enough, if he just whistled.
So, he began to whistle while he worked.
It was slow work, over and hour and all he had made was just a small indentation. Nothing big, nothing to be proud of.
It was a start though.
His hand hurt, it took a lot filing down metal with metal. Replacing the washer, he scooped up all the shavings and put them in the toilet. Best to get rid of the evidence.
She was clinically insane, but he didn't doubt she would be watching him like a hawk. Any sort of evidence he left, she would know.
He took the oil, slicking up his hands.
An idea came to him.
Quickly, he slicked up his wrist, and all over his hand, making sure to get under the manacle. Then, he took a good grip and pulled... hard.
It hurt like a son of a bitch, and nothing happened. The manacle was just closed too tightly.
He sighed, wiping it off on the sheet, and using it on his sore areas. Damn it hurt, he winced periodically, crying before it was over.
Fucking bitch, he through the bottle on the other side of the room. Sighing, he laid back on the bed. He had just taken a nap so sleep wouldn't come. The blank t.v. stared at him, he doubted if she got basic cable.
Oh, that's what he wanted. It just came to him, a crossword puzzle. If he was going to stay here, he would at least like a crossword puzzle to work with. He wanted to yell at her, but decided against it.
Fuck.
He sighed, staring at the ceiling. Just fight back, even in your own way. She was crazy, and the only way to keep his sanity was to fight back as much as he could.
By the time this was over, he was going to be twice as mean, and even more pissed off. He'd spend every fucking cent he had tracking her down and shoving his cock down her mouth until she chokes.
He'd want to see that, so badly. Be right there as his massive member clogs her throat, and she looks at him with those dying eyes. Then he smile and say, "Payback's a bitch, isn't it."
Not now though, now he simply had to take his medicine, and think of the times to come.
A half smile appeared on his face.
 
Amanda

She took a shower and dressed herself in a nice flowing dress. Nothing on under it, she wouldnt need anything in her way when it came time later to play with Kevin.

She went into the kitchen and started cooking. She made a salad, spaghetti and french bread. She ground up the viagra and sprinkled it over his spaghetti. A smile came across her face, this would do nicely. She poured to glasses of wine, put two plates on the tray, and two salad's. She grabbed the wine bottle and carefully made her way back downstairs. It was barely 6pm, but it was standard dinner time.
She entered the room and smiled a little.
"Hello Kevin, ready for some dinner?" She set the tray down on the table, and set her food apon it. taking his to him and setting it over his lap. She only gave him a fork to eat with, and a napkin. She wouldnt give him a knife, and he wouldnt need one for dinner. She grabbed a chair and put it to the table, and set her meal up for herself. She moved to the tv and popped in another video.
This one was nothing but a porno she had bought a few years ago, a bunch of lesbians going at it. She was sure it would have an effect on him, and the viagra insured it.
She held up her wine glass "Cheers" And sat down facing towards him to eat.
 
"Well," he said, touching her glass with his, "This is a definite change from aiming that gun at me. What happened, you were about to kill me if I so much as moved a wrong muscle not two hours ago."
He studied her eyes steadily, but continued eating. He was famished. He tried not to stare at the lesbian action, but he could hear it all too well.
Damnit, his cock was stirring already. Fuck.
He finished his meal, wiping himself clean, and looking at her.
"Well, I do have to admit that was the best spaghetti dinner i've eaten in a long time," he bowed to her, as much as he could in his condition, "My compliments to the chef."
His eyes sparkled. Just like when he was a teenager, hot damn, he had thought that went away a long time ago.
They sparkled like a deep night's sky.
 
Amanda

She smiled and sipped her wine. Her dinner now completely gone also.
"Thank you, I am glad you enjoyed it. Its my own recipe for the sauce." She stood and stacked up the dishes on the tray. She made sure she collected all the dishes, and forks. leaving the wine glasses and champagne. She took them up and came back down with a bowl of popcorn and a 6pack of sprite.
She pulled her chair over beside the bed and sat down, setting the bowl up by him.
"Change of heart I guess, or the realization if you hurt me, you are stuck down here alone. Forever. No one will come here, since no one knows i am here. And I also took my vacation this week. Have some popcorn and enjoy the show." She opened him a can of pop, taking off the tab, and got her own. Her eyes stayed on the screen as she watched two females sixty-nining each other.
She watched as he cleared his plate earlier. It wouldnt be long before he was stiff as a board again. And she would be there to ease his suffering. She pulled her dress up a little, and crossed her legs. Waiting to see how much he was going to suffer. She didnt give him free movement with his hands, but it surely wasnt enough to jerk off with. She smirked a little, she did wonder silently if he would go that far with her sitting here?
 
Kevin pulled the sheet covering up his unmistakable hard on now. He would glance over at her from time to time, to see what she was watching. Apparently she was glued to the lesbian action.
"Great movie," he commented, shifting uncomfortably in his bed, "I haven't seen this one before. I've got a nice collection of videos myself, mostly home made..."
His thoughts went to the rape video, and he shut up. Sighing, Kevin munched on some pop corn, chewing slowly.
"I hate the moaning and shi..." he stopped himself, "umm, stuff they put in here. It's so fake, you can tell it isn't even them. That's what I like, the moaning and the groaning. That could turn a guy on so fast, you have no idea."
He glanced at her dress, moving up that delicious thigh. He had to stop himself from staring, damnit, he was supposed to hate her.
"... but you probably know all about that, don't you."
He gave her a smile, before focusing his eyes on the video again. Apparently the room mate had just came in, and was joining them as well. Yep, nothing like the plot of a porn video to get the old juices flowing.
Even with the sheet and his thighs trying desperately to hide it, his massive erection was still showing. Soon it would start to hurt again, he knew it. She was starting again, slow and steady. She was starting.
Ladies and gentlemen, let the torment begin.
 
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Amanda

She sat there, drinking her sprite and munching down popcorn.
"Well Kevin, these movies arent watched for their plot, but you know that. As for moaning and groaning, well it turns most people on." She didn't add in there he preferred screams of pain, She didnt feel up to arguing tonight.
"Oh, I know about your library. Jim was very helpful with getting me into it before you fired him. I watched alot of those tapes." She didn't tell him what she thought of all them, but she was amazed to see she was the only one he had raped. The rest were willing, and enjoyed it. She gulped down the urge to cry again. She still did not understand his reasons for raping her, instead of seducing like all the other girls.
"I'll be right back." She got up and went upstairs. She stopped at the top of the stairs and rested against the sink. She needed to get ahold of herself, she was in control here. Not him. She steadied her nerves and walked back down.
Sitting back in the chair once more, she half leaned back. She slowly unbuttoned her dress, opening three up top, and 4 down below. Leaving only a very small area covered. But not showing much either. She knew he was rock hard, and she could hear his slightly heavier breathing. She smiled a little, and ate more popcorn. Soon, Soon she would take from him what she wanted. This time though, she wasnt going to force him, and she wasnt going to hold him immobile.
She had shown him pain, now she was going to show him seduction. Well for tonight anyways, She had alot more lessons to teach him.. One involving candle wax and a leash.. But that could wait for later...
"Enjoying the show, Kevin?"
 
Kevin had been watching her since she had walked in again. He stared at her, almost in a trance, as the buttons came off slowly. Every so slowly, revealing more and more skin.
He couldn't help it anymore, so she had tied him up. He was only human, there was only so much bare skin, hard cock, and lesbian porn a man can take before he starts getting really horny.
Really horny!
"Yeah," he said, never taking his eyes off of her body, "I am really enjoying myself."
Their eyes met, and then he moved down to the rest of her body once more. She had really done well for herself, he almost wished he had done the same.
"Why don't you come over here, sit on the bed. I could... give you a massage?"
 
Amanda

"A massage?" She turned from the tv, looking up into his eyes. He was turned on, and wanting to satisfy it. She glanced back at the screen, then up where he lay.
"Sure, why not" She got up and pushed the chair out of the way. Slipping off her sandals, she climbed up on the bed, sitting next to him. He had enough movement, but not alot. She was a little tense, wondering if she was trusting him just a bit too much.
Her heart caught in her throat, she laid down next to him. She lay on her back, waiting to see what he would do.
"Which way do you want me to face Kevin?" She either had to face him or face away. She looked up a little and caught his eye, her dress falling open to reveal her upper thighs. The neck opened slightly revealing the swell of her right breast.
 
Kevin paused for a moment, thinking of her, and that body next to his. God, she was so hot, twice as hot as Cindy. Cindy was 28 and looked 45 though. That's what ten years of drugs, smoking, and lots of alcohol though.
"Away, he said, watching her moved. He came up behind her, wrapping his hands around her neck. Part of him wanter to strangle her right then. He even felt his hands twitch to do it, gripping her a littler harder than he should have.
He relaxed though, he needed her to be alive, and... right now, he needed her body as well.
He began rubbing his hands around, easing up her muscles, and moving down. He gently took her hand, moving her dress out of it. Now he was looking at her bare back. He pressed his lower body next to hers.
Moaning, he kissed her gently on her neck, as his hands began rubbing lower down her back.
"That good?" he whispered, his lips touching her ear.
Perhaps if he sweet talked her enough, she would let him loose. That thought was a last desperate attempt of his rational part. His cock had taken over now, and his brain was in the passenger seat.
 
Amanda

She felt his hands circle her neck and tense. She stiffened a little, wondering if he would indeed hurt her once more. But he released her, and started to rub her back. She moaned out as the tingling spread, her muscles relaxing with his heated touch.
"Feels heavenly" She lifted her hair and moved it out of the way, as his cock was pressed into her ass. She shivered, it felt so damned good. The hardness, just for her pleasure. She shivered once more, her pussy clamping down painfully. She wanted to be fucked, there was no mistake about that. She didnt stop to think of who it was, just what it was. A hard cock buried deep inside her, giving her pleasure. Giving her a baby she wanted. She pulled her arm out willingly as he moved the dress down.
"Dont stop... It feels so good" She moaned again and stretched a little, pressing her ass purposely back into his cock again. She tremored and felt her nipples stiffen up tightly. He had a soft touch, amazing as that was.
 
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