girl… making sounds like she was having sex. The other girl sniffed through the bars, and Amy was completely grossed out. The woman was smelling her while attempting to get her rocks off. Amy shuffled forward some more, away from the unpleasant inhabitant of the cage.
She stayed on her knees, memorizing things she was connecting with. There were two cages to the right of hers and a long cabinet. Amy figured that the man was watching her, and he would stop her when she neared the exit. This would still give her an indication which way to run if she got the chance.
Jason sat back in the chair, intrigued at how the girl methodically mapped the room. She was smart enough not to stand and risk tripping in the unfamiliar space. Somehow, the girl had bypassed the steps. “A little to your left,” he chuckled.
“Astard,” she screamed. Amy searched wildly through the darkness, spittle dripping from her chin.
“Come to me. Follow the sound of my voice, A. You have thirty seconds.”
“Uck ooo. Uck ooo, astard.” Amy had begun to sob out of anger, and she deliberately turned to the left, hoping the door to escape really was in that direction. She shuffled quickly on her knees, scraping them on the rough concrete. Evidence. DNA, you bastard. Bet you didn’t think of that, asshole.
“Twenty-five seconds.”
Amy bumped into the bottom step. She knew that she would have to stand to climb them and he would catch her. Amy tried to measure how steep the steps were and whether there were rails or walls to lean against and guide her.
“Twenty seconds.”
“Uck ooo,” she screamed in frustration.
“Oh, I guarantee you’ll be begging to be fucked, A,” he chuckled again. It had been a while since a girl showed such angry spirit instead of fear. “Fifteen seconds.”
Realizing she could not navigate the steps until a later chance when she had more time, Amy crawled along the wall, reaching with her hands against the surface and trying to find a weapon.
“Ten seconds.” Jason saw her approaching the strapado rigging hanging from the ceiling. He drummed his fingers on the arms of the chair and smiled at the pixie scrambling along the wall.
“Five seconds.”
“Astard,” she screamed. Amy was finally getting nervous and she wondered what he was going to do to her. Probably the same fuckin’ thing he was going to do if I crawled to him. On her next forward shuffle, she ran into his legs. She gasped and fell back onto her bottom. Before she could realign her legs to scoot backward, his hand was gripping her arm and lifting her.
“Time’s up.” Jason leaned down and whispered, “It might take a while for such a stubborn brat to follow my instructions, but I have no doubt you will be just as agreeable as J is, in a month.” Her legs pushed and kicked, but he had no problem dragging her back to the chain. Jason slipped the large hook between her wrist cuffs, latching it closed.
There was a grinding sound and Amy felt her arms being lifted high over her back. Jerking and pulling did not release them, and soon she was balancing on the balls of her feet with her hands pointing at the ceiling. She spun and twirled trying to release her strained arms, while shrieking garbled curses at her captor.
All her screaming kept her from hearing him approach. He was standing behind her and she felt his arms wrap around her slim hips. Without preliminaries or any warning, fingers spread her pussy and a frenzied vibrating bar began searching her folds for her clit. Amy screamed in indignation and tried to kick back at him.
Jason felt the thrust when he found her bead, and he held her bottom pressed against him while she lifted her feet to kick him. Slick juice was already coating his fingers and the vibrator. Pain it is, A.
Oh, shit. Amy pulled painfully on her arms while her cream began to flow. She felt her rising arousal, and her legs buckled and grew weak. Once more balanced on her toes, she began thrusting and pumping
She stayed on her knees, memorizing things she was connecting with. There were two cages to the right of hers and a long cabinet. Amy figured that the man was watching her, and he would stop her when she neared the exit. This would still give her an indication which way to run if she got the chance.
Jason sat back in the chair, intrigued at how the girl methodically mapped the room. She was smart enough not to stand and risk tripping in the unfamiliar space. Somehow, the girl had bypassed the steps. “A little to your left,” he chuckled.
“Astard,” she screamed. Amy searched wildly through the darkness, spittle dripping from her chin.
“Come to me. Follow the sound of my voice, A. You have thirty seconds.”
“Uck ooo. Uck ooo, astard.” Amy had begun to sob out of anger, and she deliberately turned to the left, hoping the door to escape really was in that direction. She shuffled quickly on her knees, scraping them on the rough concrete. Evidence. DNA, you bastard. Bet you didn’t think of that, asshole.
“Twenty-five seconds.”
Amy bumped into the bottom step. She knew that she would have to stand to climb them and he would catch her. Amy tried to measure how steep the steps were and whether there were rails or walls to lean against and guide her.
“Twenty seconds.”
“Uck ooo,” she screamed in frustration.
“Oh, I guarantee you’ll be begging to be fucked, A,” he chuckled again. It had been a while since a girl showed such angry spirit instead of fear. “Fifteen seconds.”
Realizing she could not navigate the steps until a later chance when she had more time, Amy crawled along the wall, reaching with her hands against the surface and trying to find a weapon.
“Ten seconds.” Jason saw her approaching the strapado rigging hanging from the ceiling. He drummed his fingers on the arms of the chair and smiled at the pixie scrambling along the wall.
“Five seconds.”
“Astard,” she screamed. Amy was finally getting nervous and she wondered what he was going to do to her. Probably the same fuckin’ thing he was going to do if I crawled to him. On her next forward shuffle, she ran into his legs. She gasped and fell back onto her bottom. Before she could realign her legs to scoot backward, his hand was gripping her arm and lifting her.
“Time’s up.” Jason leaned down and whispered, “It might take a while for such a stubborn brat to follow my instructions, but I have no doubt you will be just as agreeable as J is, in a month.” Her legs pushed and kicked, but he had no problem dragging her back to the chain. Jason slipped the large hook between her wrist cuffs, latching it closed.
There was a grinding sound and Amy felt her arms being lifted high over her back. Jerking and pulling did not release them, and soon she was balancing on the balls of her feet with her hands pointing at the ceiling. She spun and twirled trying to release her strained arms, while shrieking garbled curses at her captor.
All her screaming kept her from hearing him approach. He was standing behind her and she felt his arms wrap around her slim hips. Without preliminaries or any warning, fingers spread her pussy and a frenzied vibrating bar began searching her folds for her clit. Amy screamed in indignation and tried to kick back at him.
Jason felt the thrust when he found her bead, and he held her bottom pressed against him while she lifted her feet to kick him. Slick juice was already coating his fingers and the vibrator. Pain it is, A.
Oh, shit. Amy pulled painfully on her arms while her cream began to flow. She felt her rising arousal, and her legs buckled and grew weak. Once more balanced on her toes, she began thrusting and pumping
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