The Bank Bust

Dana

OOC:Your hands are tied, my dear, so I assume it was both hitting the cheek.

IC:She goes mad, trying to flee. I grab her hair not being as gentle this time. As her arm hits my cheek I pull her closer to me grabbing her arms with the hand not in her hair.
"So, rough it is, dear!"

I lick her from her neck to her ear. "You will learn to enjoy being kept.....I promise you that."

Pulling her closer to me, holding her tight, "I helped set this place up. No one could hear you if you screamed. We are the only ones that know you are here. Don't you think it would be in your best interest to not hit me again? I do."
 
OOC Gosh darn, you distract me so....

Martha:

Her words penetrate slowly. No one hear me scream? Why would I scream? Then I look around, perhaps for the first time I really look. Mary is tied, helpless, her body spread for all to see, blushing I see her eyes, tears streaming as she struggles. They can't mean, to... to... oh no.

"Kept?" And pull again, but it hurts, God so much. "Please let me go. Please. I am not like this. Please." Maybe begging will get her to release me.

"I can give you money. That's what you want, right?"
 
Dana

I laugh at Martha. "Money? You think I need money? Look at what I have on. These are no cheap vinyl imitation. Besides, it cost money to look like this. No, What I want is much much more precious." I again lick her breast, but this time give her a little bite. "That is for running. Don't make me chase you."
 
I cannot stop struggling, her mouth wetting my breast again.
"Let me go, don't touch me again." But even then I knew my words were useless, she had me trapped, and her mates were too busy with Mary and the other to help, even then, I knew they would be on her side.
I looked at her again, opening my mind to what I saw. Her clothig fitted her perfectly. Snug and tight. Showing off her curves. Blushing as she caught me looking.
 
"Ah, so you aren't just the fridgid bitch I thought you were." I looked at her cheeks turning blush. "Do you like what you see?"

I posed for her, showing off the body men longed to be with and women longed to have. "I closed up againsted her this time kissing her again.
 
I fought against her kiss, not wanting it. Her warm mouth and tongue disgusted me. Didn't they?
Frigid bitch. That was what my husband had called me. But he had wanted filthy things. Is she that way?
No, I was a woman, she couldn't expect me to.
 
Dana

She tried to turn my kiss away, but I persisted. 'You will like this, bitch', I thought. I brought my other hand down and into her loose pants. She had those lacy grannypanties on. I slid my hand inside and felt to see how wet she was. I was so turned on now as I felt her up, tormenting her, or was I?
 
Moaning as she touched me.
"Please leave me alone. I hate this. Hate being touched. it is a sin, filthy sin." Struggling, weakly. Tryign hard to untie my hands, or break the bonds. One last time I pulled, trying to hit her away with my clenched fists.
 
Dana

"You would think that by now you would realize the more you struggle, the more you excite me!" I laughed at her. "Struggle all you want, you are mine, for now!" I say looking back at the others and keeping a good hold on to her.

I start to rub her clit with my finger, "How can something that good be a sin?"
 
"Stop it, please. Trying to tighten my legs, so she leaves me alone." She can't like this really? But I see her flush, hernipples hardening. Yes, she did.

Limp I stop. "Then I will ignore your filth."
 
Dana

I continue to massage her clit, "I know you think you can ignore it, but I also know that pleasure is eating at you. You feel my hands on you and you are turned on, I note your nipples. You want more, but are afraid. Let loose. Become what you call me. A slut, a whore. You feel hate for me, or so you think, but I think it is jealousy for not being like me."

I continue to massage her clit and kiss her forcefully again.
 
This time I do bite at her lips. Tasting blood. Abruptly I am thrown to the floor. Free of her grasp, but too stunned to move.
 
Dana

"You bitch!" I lick the blood off my lip. "How dare you!"

I rush over to her and pick her up off the floor. "You will pay for that!"
 
Hanging on her arm, unable to protest. Her words now frighten me.
"I didn't mean to."
 
Dana

"What, prey tell, did you mean to do? Black my eye?" Sarcasm dripping from my lips like dew off of a leaf.

She grips my arm as I look at her. "I am beginning you just like it rough!"
 
"No, please. Let me be. I hate sex, touch. it dusgusts me."

Hoping she did that, and hoping she didn't. What was wrong with me? All I could think of was her touch.
 
Dana

"Oh, So that is your secret? Don't worry, I can't leave you be, for you have wounded me. You must be punished."

Grabbing the gun I go take her to the bed. "I am sure," putting the gun to her head, "that you will lay down on this bed, and do it without causeing any problems. If you do, don't worry, I am a pretty good shot."
 
Now I cry, silent though as she holds the gun to my head. This isn't a movie, a book, or a dream. it is real. It is happening. I sit on the bed, then with a motion she lays me back, but my hands are tied still, and it is awkward.
 
Dana

"Shhhhh. Don't cry. This won't hurt. Now, I am going to tye you down to the bed, but you would do best to remember what I said."

I slowly untie her hand and tie them again to the bedpost, one in each corner. Then I do the same with her legs and check to see if she is strapped down well. I then walk over and lay the gun to the table. Walking over to the dufflebag I take out a pair of scissors. "This should get your clothes off pretty well. Are you ready for pleasure?" I give her an evil grin and wink at JJ.
 
"Please don't, god." Twisting and trying to get loose. "Please don't. let me go, please. God, please." her advance at me with the scissors frightens me more.

"This should get your clothes off pretty well. Are you ready for pleasure?"

"No!" Screaming iot now. I can't bare the thought of being naked, and what she plans on doing to me.
 
Dana

Starting at her feet I begin to cut her pants down to the crotch. "I suggest you be still. We wouldn't want to hurt that precious skin underneath."
 
"Please, don't do this. You're a woman. Please." Wanting tojerk away, but tied so tightly I can not move.
 
Dana

Laughing at her remark, "BUT YOUR A WOMAN."

"I see why you are afraid of sex now. You have not had the pleasure of a woman's touch." Finished cutting her remaining clothing off I pull it out from under her body.

I step back to admire the beauty of her. "Hey, guys. Our little country mouse is not a mouse at all. She is a persian." I start clapping, "Absolutely fabulous darling. You are smashing."
 
Closing mye eys as she speaks. I blush harder, knowing what she is seeing. My body, trim and well kept, but untouched for years. And never by a woman's hand, not even my own.

I turn my head toward the wall, weeping, trembling, cold, yet, flushed with a strange heat.
 
Dana

"Fridgid Martha, you are warming up I see. Your skin is all flushed, and I do mean everywhere." I sit on the bed, with her faceing away from me. "A tender touch can do that, Mrs. Martha."

I kiss her neck, trying to ease her pain. I give her a quick bite to let her know I am still in control though.

Her nipples in my fingers I twist a little. They perk at my touch. "Or maybe a gentle touch isn't what you want."

I try to watch her body for reactions.
 
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