We All Wear Masks Sometimes

[DeliciousMaiden]

Natasha

I sobbed, until I could sob no more then fell into an exhausted sleep.
I awoke time and again, stiff from my position on that floor, yet so disorientated in the darkness, all I could do was close my eyes, let panic overwhelm me and cry myself to sleep once more.

The time in the darkness seemed endless.
How often the cycle repeated itself I had no idea.
I could have been there for an hour, a day, a week...
My body was numb and my mind was paralysed by terror.

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The heavy sound of the switch woke me.
I opened my eyes and blinked against the harsh white light.
I closed my eyes once more unable to accustom myself to the sudden change in my surroundings.

‘Good day Tasha are you thirsty?”

Frank's voice roused me to movement.
I struggled upright, my whole body aching.
My auburn hair had worked loose from its pins and elastic and was wild about my shoulders.
My skirt was creased and my blouse scrunched up.
I blinked and tried to focus on him as he drew near to me.

“Tasha I wish things could have been different,………..
I would have much preferred that you had come willingly to me,……….. but it seem that was not meant to be.”

I looked up at him helplessly not aware of the tear stained picture of desperation I presented as I begged;

"Frank... please... you...

My voice gave out totally.
I was hoarse and dry, fear and lack of fluids reduced my voice to a mere croak.

I watched as he poured out a glass of water and placed it on a strange table close to me; a table which was invisible in the darkness.

I reached out and took the glass sipping the water gratefully.

"..thank you..."

The response was automatic as I slowly drank the cold refreshing liquid.

Only then did my eyes look round the room.
They widened in terror at what they saw.
The glass with but a centimeter of liquid remaining slipped from my numb fingers and shattered on the floor beside me where I still sat.

"Oh...good God... what is this place...?"

I questioned in quiet terror...

 

[cgraven]

“Tasha it is a training room, the devices you see are used to shall we say encourage young ladies to be good little girls…. Not to be naughty tease like you..”


I paused as Tasha’s eyes took in the rack the wheel, trapeze, collars chains and much more.

“Now I did some thing nice for you a glass of cold water now it is your turn to do something nice for me………. Remove your blouse please.”


So with that 1st simple Statement Tasha’s world began to change forever.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Natasha

“Tasha it is a training room, the devices you see are used to shall we say encourage young ladies to be good little girls…. Not to be naughty tease like you..”

I look round and see all manner of implements, equipment, nothing seems familiar, I see chains and shiver not wanting to imagine what these things are used for... training... what type of training...?

“Now I did some thing nice for you a glass of cold water now it is your turn to do something nice for me..."

His voice interrupts the horrified musings of my brain.
I turn to face him once more.

"Remove your blouse please.”

His voice is quiet, but cold.
I try to stand, but find my legs are still numb.

"I'm not a tease... I... merely had dinner with you... I... don't understand how you could do... all this... can't we... start again... this is so... unnecessary...."

I plead with him, not understanding what I did to deserve this.

 

[cgraven]

"I'm not a tease... I... merely had dinner with you... I... don't understand how you could do... all this... can't we... start again... this is so... unnecessary...."

Her pleading is so delightful her innocents leads her to believe she can bat her eyes and talk her way out of the predicament she finds herself in. My voice is cold clinical, matter of a fact in tone and character.

“It is quite obvious you do not understand, so I shall spell it out for you. I chose you no for your maturity, but for you immaturity. You are not in your twenties as you claim but according to your student ID still in high school. Oh yes I went through your bag after you left the room.”

I let my words sink in I wanted little Tasha scared. I wanted her scared into submission.

“Oh your friend “ Fliss” very attractive, I think Fredrick would really enjoy, shall we, say entertaining her here for a few days. Fredrick is not as patient as I.”


My voice was now hard and devoid of human emotion.


“Remove you blouse now Natasha!”

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Natasha

His eyes are cold. He is relentless.

“It is quite obvious you do not understand, so I shall spell it out for you.
I chose you no for your maturity, but for you immaturity.
You are not in your twenties as you claim but according to your student ID still in high school.

I gasp and he smirks.

"Oh yes I went through your bag after you left the room.”

I begin to realise that he had this planned, it begins to dawn that he had ... all this.. whatever this was... planned out.
I stagger to my feet, urging my numbed limbs to work.

“Oh your friend “ Fliss” very attractive, I think Fredrick would really enjoy, shall we, say entertaining her here for a few days. Fredrick is not as patient as I.”

I stare openmouthed and repeat..

"Fliss... here..?

My hope is shattered as his words sink in.
I wonder if she has been caught by the Matire d', Frederick.. I remember his name now... and remember how he kissed me and pushed me in here.

He ingores my words, the unspoken enquiry as to where she is and how long I have actually been locked up here.
I do not ask. At present I do not want to know.

His hard voice continues uncompromisingly.

“Remove your blouse now Natasha!”

I stare at him, anger and frustration mingling.
Slowly I move my hands to my blouse.
My eyes stay locked with his as I pull the garment over my head and drop it on the floor.
I stare defiantly, with more strength than I feel.

I don't want him to see me in my bra, or let him see my panties, my stockings... but I can't show him that...
Somehow, I have to play along, try to get him to let me go.
I might be a kid to him, but surely I could get myself out of this...somehow...?

 

[cgraven]

There is anger in Tasha’s eyes as she listens to me I remain seated then shock and real fear as I speak of her friend “Fliss”

"Fliss... here..?

She stares open mouthed at me., then her hands slowly move to the helm of her blouse, as she lifts it over her head I am amazed at the perfection of her body my tongue runs over my lips as the flimsy garment drops from her fingers.

I stand and slowly circle the wear teenager her cheeks touched wit crimson. Her eyes blazing their hatred and she excites me more know than at any moment. My hand lightly caresses her firm rounded derrière as I inspect her supple body then I return to my seat.

“Thank you Tasha that was very good of you.”

Her eyes dart about the room looking for a way out, I can almost see the little gears in her head turning plotting scheming her escape. I muse to myself which tact will my little angel take cooperation or will she be a vixen kicking ,biting all the way to her fate. Time alone would tell.

There is a pleasant smile on my face and I tinge my voice with a trace of tenderness.

“Tasha you look like you could use a nice hot shower.”


I pause and wait for her to start to answer but cut her short.

There is one over in the corner. I point indicating the shower head, but no walls for privacy, just and open stall

“You may remove the rest of your clothes now and then take your shower”

My voice hard again as Tasha receives her first lessons in submission..

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Natasha

I stand and glare at him.
I manage not to flinch as he rises and begins to walk round me with slow deliberation.
I blush, but manage to keep my head up, despite the humiliation I feel as he inspects me.
His hand rubs my ass, the touch light, but I grit my teeth and endure it.
He walks back to his seat.

“Thank you Tasha that was very good of you.”

My eyes flash and in my mind I mimic his condenscending tone, and spit the word bastard at him, but in reality I just look away, my eyes scanning the room, wondering where the back door to this place is and remembering that he must have entered by another way than I or I would have noticed. The light switch was certainly at the back of the room and he could not have found his way from the front door in the darkness of my imprisonment.


“Tasha you look like you could use a nice hot shower.”

His tone is pleasant and he smiles.
I look at him, knowing now that the affectionate inflection of his voice is false.

"There is one over in the corner..."

I glance across at the shower he points to.
No wallks, just the base and a shower head.
I turn back and glare at him as he speaks once more.

“You may remove the rest of your clothes now and then take your shower”

His voice is hard.
Again he makes it known that he will not be challenged.
My eyes run over him assessingly.
He is not overtly muscular, but more than strong enough to overpower me.
I have no choice, I realise.

I look at him and force a smile.

"A shower, how nice... "

I get a twinge of satisfaction as I see the merest flicker of surprise on his face.

"How considerate, Frank, I am quite sore from sleeping on the floor..

The irony of the words are not lost on him as I walk slowly across the room and turn on the water, holding my hand out underneath it.

"mmm nice and hot..." I comment.

I know the time has come to brazen this out.
I know that perv wants to see my naked.
He wants me to cringe before him...

I turn to lock my eyes on his.

"I take it you're going to watch..?"

I enquire, makign my voice adopt the tone of casual enquiry and keeping the twinge of hatred out of it...

 

[cgraven]

She glares her hatred that she can not hide in those doe like eyes, yet there is a spirit in this young woman that some how festinates me. She turns to me I see her struggling within to maintain her pride her dignity she forces a smile looks me strait in the eyes.

"A shower, how nice... "

I am surprised at her apparent strength given her situation.

"How considerate, Frank, I am quite sore from sleeping on the floor.

Tasha makes a show of it as she saunters over to the open shower, adjusting the flow and temperature of the water. Her voice almost nonchalant as she turns to me.

"mmm nice and hot..."

her eyes peer strait into mine deep, penetrating is her gaze.

"I take it you're going to watch..?"

My eyes gaze back into Tasha’s clear, unblinking, cold and hard. I smile so sweetly, my voice honey sweet.

“Oh course I am going to watch Tasha,……………..You need to be come comfortable naked in front of me in all kinds of situations”


I pause for a moment before continuing.

“… and my friends of course…………You may disrobe now ………and by the way face me as you do.”


My eyes never blink as I gaze into Tasha's

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Natasha

Even before I hear the words I know the answer, but I want him to admit it:
Admit that he is going to stand and watch me.
I want him to realise what kind of sick pervert he is.

His eyes are cold. Their gaze unwavering as he replies.
The voice is soft, almost mirroring his previous charm, but as I look at his eyes, I know even more clearly that he is not the Frank I thought I knew.
This man is dangerous, someone to be feared and provoking him in this way was not a wise move.

“Oh course I am going to watch Tasha,……………..You need to be come comfortable naked in front of me in all kinds of situations”

My mind ran riot.
What kinds of situations would he engineer for me to be naked before him?
I tried not to let him see my concern and managed to stare back, returning his gaze without letting my eyes drop away from him.

“… and my friends of course…………

His friends? Good God!
My eyes opened in shock and I knew that he had seen.
A smug grin came to his face.

"You may disrobe now ………and by the way face me as you do.”

I glare at him, knowing there was no way I could get out of this.
I had intended to turn away from him, but that was not an option now.
I knew he would have no qualms about tearing my clothes from me if necessary. I
was trapped and helpless.
My only chance was to distract him from his intent.. somehow.

I watched his eyes.. and reached to my skirt.
I released the waist band and let it slip to the floor.
I moved it aside with my foot.
Stood now in bra, panties and hold up stockings.
I kicked off my heels and paused, looking at him curiously.

My hands went to my stocking top as I moved my foot to rest on the raised shower tray and peeled the stocking down unhurriedly beginning to talk as I did so.

"Tell me Frank... as a matter of interest... do you or did you ever have a wife....?

I pull the stocking over my foot and smooth the material and then drop it ontop of my discarded skirt.
I switch legs and begin to peel down the second stocking...

"No... I doubt you have... or you wouldn't do things like this... you wouldn't need to ... if you could have a normal relationship.... "

I pull my stocking over my foot once more, not looking at him.
The atmosphere is heavy.
I can't let him see I'm scared.
Oh God.. fuck I think... I've gone way to far...
I drop the stocking on the pile and stand up hazarding a glance at him again, before continuing...

 

[cgraven]

I watched Tasha’s reaction as my words hit her like a fist.

“… and my friends of course…………

Now there was real fear in her bright young eyes as the true depth of her situation begins to hit home. Tasha glared at me, she tried desperately to mask the fear in her eyes, and there was just the slightest sign of a tremor as her hand went to the waist band of her skirt. The flimsy material so carefully chosen to swish as she moved to entice all that watched her graceful moments fluttered to the floor to pool around her feet, next she stepped out of her heels . Standing there in her stocking feet, clad only in her bra and panties she look so young and vulnerable and my cock visible bulged in my trousers.


Tasha leg is bent most seductively, her hands sensually roll her stocking down, her voice soft, husky, and unhurried almost casual.

"Tell me Frank... as a matter of interest... do you or did you ever have a wife....?

The stoking freed from her foot she casually drops it on her discarded skirt. She shifts her weight and repeats her little performance with the second stocking.

"No... I doubt you have... or you wouldn't do things like this... you wouldn't need to ... if you could have a normal relationship.... "

I remain quite my jaw clinched, at her pointed barb, the anger grows in me, the stocking drops from her trembling fingers and suddenly I am calm she does not look up to see if she was hit the mark ,She hides like a frighten little rabbit afraid to look at the puma closing in for the kill.

“Oh yes Tasha I did once, she was a gold digger pretended to me older than she was, cried rape , took most of what I had…………………….That’s when I met Fredrick, he entertained her till she no longer amused him…………….. I believe she is in a brothel some where in south America now. Brought a pretty penny when we sold her I got back some of what she had taken.”


My voice was flat as if I was remembering something from the past, my eyes had a far way look then a small smile creased my lips.

“ Does “Fliss” like to travel ?”

There is a silence that hangs in the room like a shadow, an implied threat..

“……….meet new people?”

My eyes again are cold and hard, my voice menacing.

“Tasha I am waiting, and I do not like to be kept waiting.”

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Natasha

“Oh yes Tasha I did once, she was a gold digger pretended to me older than she was, cried rape , took most of what I had………………

His cold impersonal voice is more terrifying than violent anger.
His words chill me to the core... "pretended to be older... cried rape... ohh god.. he was going to rape me... that word lodged in my mind as he continued.

…….That’s when I met Fredrick, he entertained her till she no longer amused him…

I looked up at him then.
It was as if I was fascinated by the depth of his perversion.
It was like a horror story that you couldn't bare to watch, but you just had to keep your eyes glued to the screen.

"I believe she is in a brothel some where in south America now. Brought a pretty penny when we sold her I got back some of what she had taken.”

I couldn't help it, I took a step back.
I reached to the far wall for support, the wall on which the showerhead was fixed.
I felt sick... I couldn't get my head round all he was telling me...

“ Does “Fliss” like to travel ?”

I looked up and saw his smile.

My mind tried to grasp his meaning... " Fliss.. what did he mean...?"

“……….meet new people?”

Oh God... she was here...?... he'd said that earlier.. or implied it... I tried to remember, but couldn't... was she in danger now too... ?

“Tasha I am waiting, and I do not like to be kept waiting.”

He'd reached the end of his patience.
He'd allowed me to push him so far, but it was clear that I'd reached the limits.

I leaned back, my back against the cool wall now and took a shuddering breath.

I reached behind and unclasped my bra.
I let it fall, not heeding where it went.
I watched his cold eyes moving over my breasts and saw the bulge in his pants.
I couldn't stop this, I couldn't defend myself from him.
But perhaps if he "had" me.. then Fliss.. might be left alone...

I moved my hands to my lace panties and fumbled with the waist band.
I didn't want to do this, but I had to.
In one quick move I slipped them over my hips and let them fall down to my feet.
I didn't even step out of them.
I clenched my hands then put them behind me, trapping them between the wall and my bare ass.
It was the only way I could prevent my hands from flying to try to cover myself up.
It was the only way to stop the trembling of my body.

I stood, pressed against the back wall of the cell I was locked in.
No blush painted my cheek, I was deathly pale and felt nauseous.
My eyes held his.
I was terrified, but he could see I hated him.
I glared at him in helpless silence.

 

[cgraven]

My words there meanings hit Tasha as hard as any fist ever could. They drove her back against the wall, back through the mist form the spray of the shower. Her back against the wall, no more room for maneuvering Her hands behind her back Tasha bra goes slack and slides down her arms fluttering to the floor. Thumbs in the waist band of her lacey panties in one efficient move they are over the swell of her hips I watch them slide down the alabaster columns of her legs. The cover her dainty feet as she stands ther her hands behind her back.. Her very posture is that of a young girl caught, awaiting her punishment. I see the tremor in her legs her face deathly pale, yet there is hatred and defiance in her eyes, a spirit bent, cowed, but not broken, and I have a grudging respect for her strength.

I walk over to her slowly bend and remove one tangled foot from her panties, then the other. Her body seems to cringe at my very touch and I feast on the fear emanating from her.

Again seated my eyes and hers locked. I lift her panties to my face and inhale deeply.

“Ummmmmmmmmm how sweet Tasha, how lusciously sweet………..You may shower now the soap is in the dish”

I pause as I watch as Tasha.

“You will face me as you wash”

Again silence as I let her start

“Tasha tell me of you sexual experiences with men, and what is your best talent to please them.”

There was a smile on my face but my voice was flat and without emotion.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Natasha

I watch him walk across the room towards me.
His stride is casual, slow and he exudes confidence and power.
From the bumbling excuses of Frank, I watch as this demon emerges, more horrific with each word, each act.

He bends and removes my foot from the tangle of my discarded panties.
I flinch at his touch.
I wonder fleetingly how his fingers can brand me, yet leave me so cold ...?
With a fleeting look in my direction, he turns and then walks back to the seat.

The seat is turned towards me, directly opposite where I stand trapped against the wall..

I watch him and my face contorts in shameful disgust as he breathes in the scent of my panties.

“Ummmmmmmmmm how sweet Tasha, how lusciously sweet……….."

To see him handling my underwear so makes me shudder.
His words revolt me.

"You may shower now the soap is in the dish”

Again his eyes are on mine.

“You will face me as you wash”

I step slowly into the shower and feel the hot water tumbling over me as I tremble.
The shakings of my body less obvious under the generous flow of water.
I take the soap and begin to scrub.
Tears mix with the water droplets.
I only allow a few to squeeze out of my eyes as I rub harder.
His eyes follow me.
His look makes me feel so dirty.
I rub my body, unable to rid myself of that feeling, though the water is soothing and in stark contrast to the harsh ministrations I subject myself to as I pull the bar over my skin.

“Tasha tell me of you sexual experiences with men, and what is your best talent to please them.”

I look over at him, aware now that I had taken my eyes away from his whilst focusing on washing.

"Sexual experiences...

I try to respond in a light conversational tone, but am unable to carry it off this time.
My voice sounds strained even to my ears, the tremor in my voice clearly evident.

"I've had a few... very few.. and with boys ... I don't usually date "men", certainly not men much older than me ..."

Part of me wanted to prove I was no gold digger, but mostly I needed to break free of the sophisticated girl about town image I'd tried to adopt, though I knew now I had not been convincing at all and that he'd toyed with me all evening, to see how I could maintain the persona I'd built for myself.

I looked over at him and saw the dangerous expression on his face as he waited expecting a fuller answer.

"...as to.. talents to please... I don't know what you're talking about ... my "experiences" have all been consentual and shared... real pleasure is mutual surely Frank...?"

I enquire lightly, my voice curious now, wondering if this was his way of getting "pleasure", such control was so alien to me.
I could not understand how or why anyone would do this...?

 

[cgraven]

Tasha steps slowly into the shower her body so young and lovely firm in the fist full blush of her woman hood becomes amazingly to life as the warm water flows over her skin. Bright shinning shimmering in the harsh white light that hides noting from my penetrating gaze. Tasha lathers her hands with the soap she throws all her attention in to washing her hands scrub her soft pale skin a rosy pink her nipples are erect, part from fear part from the hard scrubbing Tasha gives them. Her eyes demurely downcast.

My words shock her yet again.

“Tasha tell me of you sexual experiences with men, and what is your best talent to please them.”

there is a tremor in her voice, it is husky and strained as the strain of her situation closer in on her ever tighter leaving lees avenues of escape physically, emotionally or mentally.

"I've had a few... very few.. and with boys ... I don't usually date "men", certainly not men much older than me ..."

I simple smile at her statement, so observed given her present situation. Then that cold hard unyielding glare.

"...as to.. talents to please... I don't know what you're talking about ... my "experiences" have all been consensual and shared... real pleasure is mutual surely Frank...?"

There is a touch of curiosity in Tasha’s voice.

“Consensual and shared... real pleasure is mutual surely………………………Is it Tasha, the first time you had sex it was your idea, you where all for it he did not have to twist your arms with words of love?”

I pause and watch her eyes, my manner more relaxed now my voice sincere and casual.

“ He never said Natasha you’re the only one……………. I love you…………….. If you loved me you would let me touch you………………..and then he did more than just touch you Tasha didn’t he?................How consensual was it?............. how shared was it?................How much real pleasure did you get from it Tasha?”

Again I pause.

“Tasha isn’t that why you pretended that you where older than you are….isn’t that why you date older men……………… Because the little boy got his rocks off but left you wanting.”

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Natasha

“Consensual and shared... real pleasure is mutual ?……

He echoes my words, not mockingly, but consideringly.
My eyes are drawn to his face as I listen.

“…Is it Tasha, the first time you had sex it was your idea, you were all for it he did not have to twist your arms with words of love?”

I frowned, how could arms be twisted with words of love.
He had a strange sense of what love and sex was.
Despite myself I wanted to know what he meant.

His voice now is not like old Frank, or the demon new Frank, but a calm, almost curious Frank.
His eyes are on mine and I am drawn by his voice.
The subject is the same, but the tone is one of discussion now, rather than humiliation.

“ He never said Natasha you’re the only one…. I love you...

I look at him curiously, thinking of course he did... isn't that...usual..?

If you loved me you would let me touch you…and then he did more than just touch you Tasha didn’t he?

The water runs unheeded down my body, my hands still as the truth of his words hit home, his insight disturbing me, leaving me feeling as exposed as my enforced nudity.
His voice persists softly.

”.How consensual was it?............. how shared was it?........
.......How much real pleasure did you get from it Tasha?”

For seconds I am no longer in that room.
I am reliving that “event”:
Remembering the feel of his hands.. the gropes… after weeks of fending him off … and then… the emptiness, the disappointment … of it all in stark contrast to his smug satisfaction.
He had seemed to think it all wonderful … it was I who had dumped him shortly after… but I always thought that if I’d given it time then … maybe…

“Tasha isn’t that why you pretended that you where older than you are….isn’t that why you date older men?…… Because the little boy got his rocks off but left you wanting.”

I gasp audibly, hoping the sound is lost amid the unheeded rush of water.
I was fed up of the “boys” for sure.
I was sick of their selfishness and felt something was missing… but… hearing it put so succinctly … by such a man…

I stare at him, shocked, confused, tongue-tied and unable to deny the truth of his words…

A truth I had not been fully aware of until now…

 

[cgraven]

My voice is soft almost fatherly, the words I speak she can not deny for it is a truth as old as time. The conquest of the naive virgin. The bubbling young stud interested only in his own satisfaction.

As I speak Tasha is drawn in ever deeper by my words the fierce hatred in her eyes fading, curiosity, growing her hands stilled as she ardently listens. The sound of her gasp at the truth of it all is lost in the beating of the shower the water running down over her perfect body so petite, so supple and firm. Her hand half way to her mouth to hide the gasp she is frozen in time as I see her reliving that day in her young mind.

Tasha is shocked; her eyes speak of her confusion, self doubt creeping into her mind. She tries to speak but can not or will not find the words to deny the truth I speak. I see in her eyes the slow dawning of that simple truth.


I stand, throwing a bath towel over my shoulder I walk towards Tasha. I take it from my shoulder Hold it open. I stand silent the towel inviting Tasha to step into its warm dry folds.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Natasha

The water runs over me still.
My eyes are on his.
I want to protest, to reason against his words, but somehow the arguments, the denials won't come.

As I stand transfixed, Frank stands and approaches.
As if snapping out of a dream, a nightmare I blink to see him standing before me.
He takes the bathtowel from his shoulder and holds it open infront of me.
I look at it and step out toward its warmth and comfort and shelter.
I stand as Frank wraps the soft layers round me.

Perhaps if he had spoken it would have broken the spell.
I might have been pulled me back from my reverie, from the confusion his words have caused.
I might have realised that the security offered by the towel might be false...

But he didn't and I didn't pause to think, to consider.
All I seek is the immediate reassurance that is offered to me.

 

[cgraven]

Tasha’s eyes are no me, she stands for a moment tittering on the brink of a decision her eyes curios, questioning, yet I remain silent, Tasha gracefully steps from the shower into the bath towel and my waiting arms and I slowly enfold her into the warm, comforting folds of it. We stand there silent she in my arms the towel around her. Then I slowly start drying her, Her arms, her back and as she slowly relaxes a bit her breast. The motion is light, reassuring and very sensual.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Natasha

I stand with the warm towel wrapped round me.
Slowly I look up and meet Frank's eyes.
He is very close, his arms around me, holding the towel in place.
I suddenly realise that it is I who have closed the physical distance between us.
I search his expression questioningly.
Since I met him, this man has roused compassion, affection, horror, terror and curiosity from me.
I don't know who or what he is.
Every time I think I begin to understand, he transforms before my eyes.

Frank begins to move the towel over my body.
Gentle, caressing movements, removing the damp resdue and leaving my skin warm and softly stimulated.
I stand like a doll, being dried.
I'm powerless, but compliant.
The towel feels good, his touch seems gentle, caring even.
I look up at him wide eyed, unable to stop my body lulling as his actions soothe.

When he brushes my breast with the soft material, it seems natural.
I barely register how the fibres graze the sensitivity of my skin and leave the same clean tingle that is awakening throughout my whole body.
I do not realise how his stroking movements heighten the awareness of my body, my breasts...

I sigh softly, as his slow unhurried actions continue and move over my flushed skin.
My eyes are on his, not protesting.
I stand as a little girl, letting her father tend to her.
My deisre for comfort, reassurance still holding me immobile before him...

 

[cgraven]

Tasha seems frozen in time unsure of what is next she does not resist and very slowly she seems to relax leaning back into me as I gently dry her wet shimmering body, the first tentative passes with my hands over her breasts, are just a natural flow of the drying process. A soft sigh escapes Tasha’s smooth lips, sensual lip, her eyes still search mine, not protesting but struggling to understand, she stands passively as the drying of her nubile body continues.

The chaffing motion of my hands becomes stronger as the coarse terrycloth caresses her nipples then down across her abdomen. Tasha is so like a little girl now just, wanting the comfort of the big towel slowly I turn her to face me, and I work the towel down to dry her legs and feet. I am careful to not make a bold or direct move on her delightful little pussy; there will be time for that later.

The towel enfolds one leg as I work with tender, loving, care from Tasha’s upper thigh down the long velvet column of her leg to lift and dry that dainty foot. The n the other leg the folds of the towel lightly brush and teas the golden fleece of her “Venus Mound” as I dry Tasha’s upper thigh. I linger just a moment then slowly move down her leg again.

I stand my eyes kind and gentle as I take the towel again turn sweet little Tasha and start to tassel and dry her hair.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Natasha

The towel works over me.
I begin to become more aware of its pull on my now drying body as Frank works the cloth across my breasts.
Frank’s face remains impassive.
The strokes are just as deft, just as gentle.
As he slips the material down across my abdomen, the fabric leaves a trail of sensation.
I look up in surprise, but Frank makes no comment.

Slowly, wordlessly he guides me, turning me to face him.
His eyes are on mine as he moves the towel lower to my legs.
My eyes widen in shock, but I remain immobile.
It as if I am an observer, watching as I let my captor dry me.
I want to pull away. I want to scream, to tell him not to touch me…
but I stand speechless as he moves the towel to my thigh and then on down my leg.

His strokes are almost impersonal, as he seems to focus his attention on capturing every stray droplet.
The warm towel wraps round my leg and slides down it as he presses the fabric into my soft flesh.
I shiver in response.
The touch of the material is more disturbing than comforting now.
It no longer offers the warmth and protection it did when it was wrapped about my shoulders.
Still I stand dumbly.
Not understanding why I cannot at least speak.

He bends and lifts my foot gently, as I look down in confusion.
Carefully he changes to dry the second foot, before straightening again and moving the towel across to my other thigh.

I gasp as the towel flicks and touches me intimately.
Frank makes no comment; neither does he acknowledge my reaction.
As he readies the towel to dry down the other leg, I feel the fabric flicking along my still moist folds.
The touch causes a tremor to run through me; a heat of shame spreads throughout my body.

Frank moves the towel away and trails it lower to complete the drying process.
I watch his hands move the towel over my damp skin.
He has not touched my bare flesh, yet I feel as if he has left his mark over all my body.
His actions appear to be caring, calming, soothing, but I cannot forget the threats, the harsh words.
I know what he intends and what he is capable of.

In my head I’m screaming for release.
My numbness has left me, even as his touches have heated my body.
I’m trapped. Fearful of provoking him.
I stand tense now as he straightens up, the towel in his and his eyes on my naked body.
I just want to get away, to hide away from his gaze.
But there is nowhere to run to.
Nowhere to hide.
No way to evade his touches.

I look up fearfully and see a smile.
The smile is warm, kindly.
His eyes light affectionately as he holds the towel once more and moves it to my hair.
The strokes are tender as he begins to draw out the water.
I let out a shuddering breath; releasing the tension I had unconsciously built up.

Behind me, the towel works on with a steady pace.
The touch brings back memories of being little and cared for.
My mind keeps playing a warning to my senses.
I must keep my guard up.
I must not be drawn his smiles, his touches…

The room is silent.
The rustle of the towel is the only sound as he stands behind me.
I feel his movements but I cannot see him.
The light is garish.
I close my eyes wearily against it.
My fear, my confusion exhaust me.
My head falls back slightly as his hands move lightly over my scalp…

 

[cgraven]

The towel brushes lightly Tasha’s delicate pink labia and a little gasp almost of pleasure escapes her lips. There is far in her eyes, but is it fear of me or the feelings that now stir deep with in the innocent women child. Feelings Tasha can hardly admit to herself. That fear is met with a tender affectionate smile.

I am behind her now, drying her hair, working the moisture from it and she sighs her body visibly relaxing her eyes half closed, just enjoying being cared fro. The strain of the last 24 hours seemed to fade away with that sigh and she is a little girl again,, her head falling back into my hands as the towel half draped over her shoulders, dances of its own accord across her breast an nipples.

I hum softly as I sensually dry her hair letting the coarse terry cloth tease Tasha.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Natasha

The towel strokes my hair, keeping a steady rhythm.
My eyes close and I give myself up to the soothing sensations as he massages my scalp.

The towel trails over my body as he works his way around my head.
But all I am truly aware of is the feeling of his hands moving round my skull.
I retreat into myself, blotting out the sight of the horrible room and concentrate on the calming touch.
My breathing slows as I relax.
I hear his voice as he croons softly
It is almost a lullaby.
I smile escaping still more from the reality of the present.
The towel moves over me.
His humming lulls me.
My body feels revived, warmed, glowing...
A soft murmur of contentment escapes my lips...

 

[cgraven]

The soft sensual massaging of Tasha’s scalp, the genteel stroking and drying of her hair, the soft hummed tune so reminiscent of a lullaby all work in unison to relax this frighten young woman. Slowly as she relaxes retreating from the horror of the situation she finds her self in my arms tenderly enfold her. The coarse hair on my arms teasing her taunt nipples. A gentle teasing kiss ant the nape of her neck as I finish drying her hair, my breath warm and moist stirs the down fluff of hair there..

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Natasha

His arms envelop me, but I have shut out the room, the circumstances of my capture.

With my eyes closed I am aware of his presence, the sound of his gentle humming, the feel of his hands on my scalp.

My body shivers, as his breath caresses my neck.
His head moves closer.
The touch of his mouth is so light I feel I have imagined it.
The merest brush of his lips and then the stroking of his breath as his head retreats once more.

I murmur softly.
I don't want to move.
I don't want to open my eyes and see the reality around me.
For just a while, I allow myself to be cossetted, lulled...
I know there will be time enough to pull back.
A time when my defences must be raised... but... not yet...