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He felt her freeze up a second, and rotated his hips slightly, pulling his cock down her sopping wet slit a moment before pushing it back up. His mouth closed on the meaty part of her ear lobe and he nibbled on it gently as his tongue flicked against the bottom edge of it.

His left hand continued working on her right tit, rolling the nipple in alternating pressures as he massaged it.

His free hand trailed up and down her thigh, gently touching her, caressing her. He wasn't sure whose breath hitched in their throat, but as the tiny blonde porn star raised up and stuffed the monster cock up her pussy, someone did gasp.

He caressed her earlobe with his tongue as his hands worked her body, and in moments he felt her reacting again. A body wants what a body wants. And right now he figured her senses were reeling with everything going on.
 
Kira struggled to stay still when he slowly edged his cock suggestively against her opening, biting down on her lip to keep from moaning aloud. Oh god, that felt good. Too good. What the hell was wrong with her that her captor should be able to play her body like he was?

She gave a silent sigh as he licked and nibbled along her ear, tilting her head subconsciously in the opposite direction. She had always enjoyed having her ears and neck nuzzled and this was no exception. That coupled with the way he skillfully manipulated her breast with one hand and caressed her thigh with the other, it was no wonder she could feel herself all but puddling against him.

Movement on the screen caught her attention, and her eyes fluttered up in time to see the young woman drive the enormous shaft deep inside her. The look on the young woman's face made Kira yearn to experience the same thing, and she trembled with an appalling hunger.
 
She didn't audiblize it, but, it was there all the same. A deep seated moan that rumbled through her pussy wetly. She relaxed into his body and her legs relaxed a little as did her torso. He didn't say anything, rather he kept his mouth busy on her neck and ear lobe as he stroked her thigh gently and kneaded her tit while working the nipple between his fingers.

The heat seeped wetly from between her legs and coated the lower third of his cock. He flexed is ass cheeks again slipping part of his length along her engorged lips. When he felt her hips shift in reaction he knew without a doubt that at least for this moment, this event, she was going to participate more or less willingly.

The hand that had been playing with her thigh worked higher with each pass until he slid it between his cock and her pussy. Finding her clit poking out of its hood already he began caressing it with a counter motion to what his other hand was doing to her nipple. Stroke the clit, ease pressure on the nipple. Pinch the nipple lightly and ease off of the clit. Soon he found an easy rhythm.
 
Kira knew it was wrong, very very wrong, to relax against her captor's chest instead of steeling herself against his lingering nuzzles against her ear and neck, and the rolling kneading pressure on her breast and nipple, but it was too hard to remember where she was and what was happening as she watched the naughty scene of the TV screen and felt the hardness press against her.

She could tell the hand on her thigh was slowly creeping higher and higher, but made no move to stop it despite the knowledge of where it was likely going. Her breath caught when his fingers slipped between their bodies and touched her clit before embarking on a campaign obviously intended to make her lose her mind. He alternated pressures between her clit and her nipple until her hips were undulating against him and her chest was rising and falling quickly. Shit, that felt sooo good.
 
He kept slowly kneading her tit and playing with Kira's clit. His kiss was gentle on her neck and ear, covering each inch of her that his mouth could reach with out changing positions. He body rolled in time with his hands and Kira's breath came in increasingly shallow gasps.

When her orgasm did finally wash over her body he felt her flood his cock and eased the pressure of his touch but maintained the pace until she came down.

He moved his hands until they were under each of her thighs. He lift her slowly and turned her to face him, a leg on each side of him. His hard cock jutted into the air like a butte in the American Southwest.

He eased her down and using his thumbs guided his cock against her opening. Slowly inch by inch she sank down onto his cock, her tight pussy milking his cock along the way. "Now ride me Kira," he moaned into her tit as his mouth sought out her nipple.
 
She would have been appalled by the needy little squeaks that began spilling out of her partially open lips if her brain would function correctly, but it seemed to have short circuited sometime shortly after his fingers found their way to her clit and he began alternating between tormenting the hard little kernel and her nipple. Her breathing grew increasingly labored and her legs twitched with the occasional spasm.

On screen, the young woman appeared to be reaching a very vocal, very prolonged conclusion as she writhed against her partner, the tendons of her neck standing out in the process.

At the same time, Kira's eyes were heavy lidded as his hands continued their masterful strokes, easily building her body up to the point where she could do nothing more than ride out the convulsions that shook her frame again and again and again. It seemed to take forever before she regained some semblance of thought and the ability to breath in a semi-normal fashion, and then and only then did she realize he hadn't stopped, that he continued to roll her nipple between his fingers while lightly pressing against her sensitive clit.

Her half needy, half protesting whimper quickly turned to a gasp when he suddenly lifted her up. For a moment she thought he was going to throw her to the floor and make her resume her earlier sucking, but he surprised her by spinning her around in mid-air.

Looking down in confusion, she caught a momentary glimpse of his hardened state before he was guiding her onto it, the wetness from her orgasm making it slightly easier than earlier. She could feel him stretching her as she slowly sank on him, and she moaned from a heady sensation of both pleasure and pain.

Now ride me, Kira.

His demand was muffled by her breast as he latched onto the same nipple he had been tweaking before, but not so much that she couldn't make it out. Hear it, yes... Understand what he wanted, not so much. But somehow, her body knew what he wanted, and she began to slowly move against him.

Her movements were awkward and unsure, and she braced her hands against his shoulders to keep herself from getting too close, but she tried, pushing her hips backwards to the point where he almost slipped out before rocking them forward again and eliciting that same pleasure-pain filled moan.
 
He relaxed under the movements of her hips. Feeling her tight hot pussy stretching to accommodate his girth and length as she rode his pole slowly. She set a pace that he could enjoy for as long as she could maintain it or longer.

His eyes flitted from her face to tits to where she was swallowing his cock with her womanhood and back again. The sight mesmerizing. She was sliding down farther than he had taken her earlier and she seemed to be enjoying the hell out of it.

He kept one hand on her hip and the other move to where their bodies were joined. He held a knuckle against her clit and as she reamed herself out on his cock invariably her clit would rub across the top of his knuckles. "Yesssss," he moaned out as he felt her fluid core pouring out around his cock soaking his balls. "Ride me," he moaned again.
 
Kira continued to slowly rock her hips back and forth, her eyes closed and her mouth opening and closing with each withdraw and insertion. God that felt good... It shouldn't... She shouldn't... Holy fuck, she shouldn't be riding some stranger's cock just because he said so, but daaaaaaammmmmmnnnnnnn it felt good.

Each time she sank down onto him, it felt like he was going to split her open, but she couldn't seem to stop herself from doing it over and over again. Her fingernails bit into his shoulders when he slipped his hand between their bodies and did something to her clit that had her writhing against him.

Yesssss, Ride me.

Soon her moans were mixing with his as she lowered herself on him again and again, moving faster and faster as she was able to push herself further and further along the steel shaft between her legs. A little voice in the back of her head tried to get her to stop, but it felt too good and her movements became almost frenzied.
 
She sped up bit by bit and before he knew it she was fucking him with abandon. His cock sliced through her seemingly deeper with each of her movements until he swore he was balls deep in her. He knew that wasn't likely but there was no fucking way he was going to stop her.

As she coated his balls with her juices all thought left his mind and he clutched her hip hanging on with the free hand as she rode him harder and harder. Her lush tits flailed about wildly.

He kissed her deeply passionately putting all of his heated, confused emotions into the kiss. As she kissed him back he felt the beginning boil of his balls, he would cum soon.

He stood with her attached to his hips and he carried her to the sofa and laid on top of her on it. He drew his hips back, the tips barely in her and he whispered, "This time I am going to fill you," as he slammed his cock into her.
 
It was madness, sheer madness, but Kira couldn't seem to stop herself, to still her hips and pull off of his cock, and when he pulled her head down and kissed her with such fervor, she couldn't seem to stop herself from responding in kind. She even slipped her tongue inside his mouth of her own volition!

When he abruptly stood up, she clung to his shoulders and tightened her legs around his hips, not wanting to stop, but he merely repositioned them on the sofa. He stretched out on top of her, his weight heavy but not uncomfortable. She could feel his tip brush against her opening and moaned softly when it slipped inside again... Barely, but enough to leave her wanting more.

This time I am going to fill you.

His sudden deep thrust caused her to flinch and for a loud pleasure-pain filled moan to escape her lips. Her legs fell to the sides while she tried to catch her breath, but his pistoning in and out made that impossible. Her insides clenched down and her legs shook before she recalled what he had just said, causing her eyes to shoot open. Wait... Fill me?!?!
 
It turned into sheer animalistic rutting. Mindlessly he worked his elbows behind her knees and pulled her ankles on top of his shoulders folding her in half.

He slammed his cock as hard and fast as he could covering new ground with each powerful battering thrust. It barely registered that his pelvis and her pelvis met with each thrust, or that his thighs merrily slapped against her ass.

All he knew was that parts of his cock that had never felt pussy before we're now deeply and snuggly ensconced with in her pussy.

His mouth covered hers, tongue ramming in to find a willing dance partner and he moaned into her mouth.

As the orgasmic geyser erupted he grunted, roared, his pleasure as he held the head of his cock against her cervix and pumped his seed directly into her womb, claiming one more thing from Kira.
 
If Kira had thought she was close to bursting from his size before, she didn't know what to think when he suddenly tried to turn her into a human pretzel with her ankles over his shoulders. Folded in half, she was pretty sure she screamed when he plunged into her, and if she didn't... She should have. Fullness she had never experienced before had her moaning out loud, and eventually it got to the point where she thought he would burst out of her stomach.

Oh god, oh god, too much... too much...

But at the same time, she was afraid he would stop. She didn't want him to stop. She needed him to stop. Oh god, why wouldn't he stop? He had said he was going to fill her and my god did she feel filled. Positioned like she was, there was nothing she could do but moan as he pistoned in and out, slamming into her deeper and deeper, faster and faster.

When his lips claimed hers in a fiery kiss, it seemed only natural for her to eagerly kiss him back. Deep down she knew it shouldn't be feeling good, but holy cow it was. It was incredible, and soon she found herself shivering and shuddering as the waves of pleasure grew higher and higher.

The sudden hot rush deep inside her very center caused her limbs to lock up and her eyes to fly open. Oh god, no!
 
He collapsed on her, as spent as his cock was, which didn't mean he couldn't or wouldn't go again. Lifting himself up, "Fuck, I have never been that deep in someone."

He sat up and held her legs apart as he inspected her pussy looking for blood. Seeing none he muttered, "Well, I'll be damned. You took the whole fucking thing and no damage."

He sat back and lowered her legs and mused, "I wonder if I could fist you."
 
Caught up in the realization that he might have finished inside her despite his earlier promises that he wouldn't, Kira barely registered his words, although she squeaked in protest when he suddenly pulled her legs apart and leaned in for an intimate look.

Well, I'll be damned. You took the whole fucking thing and no damage.

Blinking at the meaning, she wanted to assure him that there was most assuredly damage as she was sore in places she didn't know she could be sore in, but she kept her mouth shut.

I wonder if I could fist you.

Eyes widening, she started to shake her head, not liking the direction of his thoughts. What she needed was to get cleaned up, especially as she could feel a decidedly warm trickle slowly oozing out.
 
He looked at the clock and saw the time. He stood then held a hand out to Kira, "Let's go, bed time."

He led her down the hallway after stopping in the kitchen to get some more tie wraps. "Tomorrow I will make more suitable restraints for you. May take a day or two to make all of them I think I will need."

He pointed to the bed and after she laid down he secured her right hand and left foot to the bed. "That should hold you," he said.

He went into the bathroom and got a warm wet washcloth then came out and cleaned Kira between the legs. After she was clean, he pat her pussy affectionately and said, "You are a wonderful find."

He went back to the bathroom and a few minutes later went to lay down next to Kira, "Good night."
 
Kira reluctantly put her hand into his larger one and felt herself getting raised to her feet, causing the warm trickle to get more pronounced and increasing her agitation. What the hell had she been thinking to lose control of herself like that? To get so caught up in the sensations that she failed to consider that he might cum inside her.

Freaking out about potential ramifications, his comments about suitable restraints only made her feel worse. 'Gotta get out of here,' she thought, fearing she'd forget herself again. She couldn't lose sight that this was a stranger, regardless of how it felt when he was... No!

She almost balked when he pointed to the bed, but forced herself to comply. Her plan to try to sneak out after he went to sleep was squashed when he tied her hand and foot to the bed. She waited until he left to test the restraints, but found them too secure. Dammit!

Kira looked up with a guilty expression when he came back in the room and blushed when he cleaned up her up. Despite his almost clinical approach, she shivered as the warm cloth moved over her so intimately.

You are a wonderful find.. Find, nothing... You kidnapped me, you bastard!

She continued to seethe when he disappeared into the bathroom, although she vaguely recognized she was more angry with herself and her reaction to her captor's attentions than anything. She purposefully turned her head away when he came back and slid into the bed next to her, although the good manners that her parents had drilled into her as a child had her murmuring her own good night in answer to his.

About 15 minutes passed before she asked in a soft, hesitant voice, "Will you please untie me? I don't sleep on my back."
 
He was almost asleep when he heard her ask to be untied. He sat up and looked at her. "No. But I will lengthen the bindings so you can turn in a limited manner."

He got out of bed and retrieved the rest of the tie wraps from the kitchen and began the process of giving her a foot of slack on both ends.

He crawled back into the bed and said, "If that isn't enough I will put you in the kennel for the night."
 
The answer wasn't what she wanted to hear, and it was hard not to show her disappointment, but she really couldn't sleep on her back so she waited quietly for him to rig it up.

If that isn't enough I will put you in the kennel for the night.

"No, I-I-I'm sure this will be fine," she hastened to assure him as she awkwardly turned on her side, facing away from him.

She waited a moment before adding in a soft voice, a hair above a whisper, "Thank you."
 
He settled in facing away from her and murmured, "You are welcome. Good night."

It didn't take long for him to fall asleep. He woke halfway through the night his torso, legs, and cock was warm. For a moment he didn't remember who was next to him then it came flooding back.

Her ass was still toward him and he was wrapped around her protectively. They were molded together like long lovers and he thought a moment about leaving but her hand rest on his so he laid his head back down and slept until morning.
 
Curled on her side, Kira stared out into the dark room as she tried to figure out what to do. He seemed to have swung back to the nice side of his pendulum, but then again commenting on putting her in the kennel indicated she wasn't completely out of the dog house. She almost started giggling as she realized what she had thought, but quickly suppressed. She stewed over the situation until it was too hard to keep her eyelids open and she eventually fell into a restless sleep.

It was the inability to move that woke her, but even after her eyes finally blinked open it took her some time to remember where she was or rather who she was with. There wasn't one inch of her backside that wasn't completely covered by her captor, and somehow he had enveloped her in his arms and she hadn't woken.

She couldn't tell if he was awake or not as she tried to subtly inch away from him.
 
It was early, damnably early truth be told, when movement woke him. He tightened his grip on his captive a moment then let go. He rolled out of the bed and said, "Good morning," as he did so.

He walked around the bed and cut Kira free and waved to the bathroom. "Go ahead and do your business. We have a lot to do today."

He walked in behind her and brushed his teeth while she used the toilet. They switched places after she was done and headed to the kitchen when finished.

He walked to the coffee pot and made a pot, "Do you drink coffee?"
 
He startled a gasp out of her when his arms suddenly tightened around her and she waited nervously to see what he'd do next. She was surprised when he merely let her go, said good morning and rolled out of bed, although she had a moment of trepidation when he appeared on the other side of the bed carrying a wicked looking knife, but he simply freed her from her restraints and directed her towards the bathroom.

Like the day before, he didn't allow her a moment of privacy and it took a moment before she was able to urinate with him in the same room, especially as she wondered what he had meant by his casually uttered, "We have a lot to do today."

Washing her face and hands while he took care of his business, she was ten seconds from trying to sidle out the room when their eyes met in the mirror and she froze. There was a stern look on his face as if he knew what she was about to do and was silently telling her to forget it. And idiot that she was, she did and it became too late to do anything when he escorted her to the kitchen where he started making coffee.

Do you drink coffee?

Flipping her hair in front of her to partially cover her nudity, she replied, "Not a fan of black coffee. I need lots of cream and sugar, or I avoid the stuff."
 
He nodded and pulled a can of evaporated milk out of the fridge and placed it in front of her while the coffee brewed. He then filled a small bowl with sugar and placed that next to the evaporated milk. Leaning against the island counter he looked at her, his eyes drinking in the beautiful sight that was Kira.

When the coffee finished he poured them both a cup and set one in front of her. He pulled a sketch pad from a drawer with a pencil and began designing something, looking around the house, in particular the kitchen and living area.

He pulled a string out and wrapped it around her neck then measured the distance. He saw her curious looks and said, "I am designing a restraint system so that you have some freedom in the house, but can't run away."
 
Unnerved by his silent appraisal, Kira fidgeted with the sugar bowl, concentrating on trailing her fingertip along the rim, and peeking up occasionally at him. She wished she knew what he was thinking, but at the same time thought it might be good that she didn't.

She solemnly thanked him when he placed the cup of coffee in front of her, and went about prepping it to her liking. Adding two heaping teaspoons of sugar and a healthy pour of the evaporated milk, she kept her eyes on the cup as she stirred although she was vaguely aware of him pulling something out of a drawer.

Taking a sip, she glanced in his direction and saw him sketching something although what it was she wasn't sure. He would look around as if measuring something and then turn to the pad, pencil flying over the white paper, and then repeat the process again and again.

At some point, he wandered over to what looked like a junk drawer and pulled out some string. Her brows knit in confusion when he approached her with it, and it grew when he carefully encircled her neck with it before annotating its length. WTF?

I am designing a restraint system so that you have some freedom in the house, but can't run away.

Her eyes darted away at his comment, mixed emotions filling her. She would love to have the ability to move around, but not at the expense of potentially being able to escape. When she looked back, he was once again regarding her with that damned expressionless look of his.
 
He finished his preliminary Draft and thought it adequate. He went to her and used a tie wrap to restrain her to the stool. "Behave yourself; I won't be gone long enough for you to accomplish anything. "

He strode to the other side of the house and went out the side door to a large barn like building that served as his work shop. He retrieved some steel cabling, like that used on a winch, four eye bolts, and two hand winches.

Back inside the house he placed everything in a pile and freed Kira. "Okay, I have the first part and that is the system that you can walk. I am going to run this line from the bedroom to here and you can help by handing me the stuff I need as I need it. Then we will work on the fastening system so you can't get away. So let's go."
 
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