inevitable now, and Pariah could not deny that she felt the prospect shamefully appealing. Though recently freed from the trance the aria had put her in, it was already pressing back in on her, lulling her back into its silk embrace.
The situation had spiralled out of control. Pariah couldn't believe how drastically things had changed in such a short space of time, and she struggled to understand how it had happened.
It's not over yet. You can still fight, Evelyn , she thought, staring angrily back at Lenny as he touched her.
She tried again to pull her hands free from Tyrone, but in her weakened state his strength was more than enough to hold her steady. Unable to move her arms, she tried to knee Lenny in the crotch but found that they were pressed in so tight that she had no room to raise her leg; instead just rubbing her thigh against his and weakly half-kicking his shin. Groaning in frustration from her ineffectual moves, she tried to toss her head back and butt Tyrone.
Tyrone saw the move coming and allowed her head to come passed his before leaning around and kissing deeply into her exposed neck.
'Ugh...,' she moaned at the unexpected sensation, and her eyes fluttered as she allowed herself to enjoy his attentions, easing up on her attempts to wrestle free.
The aria responded to her moment of weakness, soothing her and easing her back down into its thrall.
'That's it,' Lenny said, savouring the sight of her, 'Settle back down now, baby. Settle down.' He rubbed his hands down either side of her lithe body, feeling the sides of her firm breasts through the skin-tight outfit. He ran his hands down across her stomach and settled them on the sides of her belt. 'You don't really want this, do you, baby?' he whispered as his fingers played across its surface towards a clasp at the centre. 'Here, let me unburden you.'
Pariah squirmed in Tyrone's grip as a metallic click sounded out from her belt before she felt it being pulled away from her waist. She tossed her head to the side to try and strike Tyrone but he simply took that as license to kiss into the other side of her neck.
Pariah felt so slow. She felt so helpless.
'Ngh...I'm going to...ugh... You're going to regret this,' she managed through gritted teeth, trying her best to sound menacing but unable to stop it coming out as a whimper.
'That's it baby, keep pretending you don't want this,' Lenny said slyly as he dropped her belt to the floor and ran his hands back up the sides of her toned body. His fingertips danced over the tight fabric until he reached the zip at her chest. 'Keep pretending you're not trembling with anticipation.'
She struggled meekly in Tyrone's grip. The gesture was half hearted, almost more for show than because she thought it could possibly free her. She began to wonder if Lenny was right - did she really want this to stop?
'Uhhh... Don't...'
Tyrone interrupted her, kissing into her ear and whispering to her, 'It's okay, Pariah. This is what you want. Don't deny it.'
The combined influence of their domineering, insidious words played through her mind along with the enrapturing tune of the aria, and Pariah watched in resignation as Lenny slowly pulled the zip of her bodysuit all the way down. As she watched, she absently undulated her body against both men, unconsciously enjoying the feel of rubbing against them. She could feel their hard cocks pressing into her and started to focus on the feel of them both as she rocked between them.
'That's good,' Tyrone whispered into her ear, 'Just let yourself go, one step at a time.'
The zip was pulled all the way down the front of her body to her crotch, revealing pristine white skin. The top of a black thong was visible under the outfit and further up, her breasts were concealed beneath a skin-tight black sports bra. The stretchy fabric of the top clearly revealed that her nipples were hard and excited.
Lenny marvelled at her chiselled body and ran his hands up the bare skin of her stomach,
The situation had spiralled out of control. Pariah couldn't believe how drastically things had changed in such a short space of time, and she struggled to understand how it had happened.
It's not over yet. You can still fight, Evelyn , she thought, staring angrily back at Lenny as he touched her.
She tried again to pull her hands free from Tyrone, but in her weakened state his strength was more than enough to hold her steady. Unable to move her arms, she tried to knee Lenny in the crotch but found that they were pressed in so tight that she had no room to raise her leg; instead just rubbing her thigh against his and weakly half-kicking his shin. Groaning in frustration from her ineffectual moves, she tried to toss her head back and butt Tyrone.
Tyrone saw the move coming and allowed her head to come passed his before leaning around and kissing deeply into her exposed neck.
'Ugh...,' she moaned at the unexpected sensation, and her eyes fluttered as she allowed herself to enjoy his attentions, easing up on her attempts to wrestle free.
The aria responded to her moment of weakness, soothing her and easing her back down into its thrall.
'That's it,' Lenny said, savouring the sight of her, 'Settle back down now, baby. Settle down.' He rubbed his hands down either side of her lithe body, feeling the sides of her firm breasts through the skin-tight outfit. He ran his hands down across her stomach and settled them on the sides of her belt. 'You don't really want this, do you, baby?' he whispered as his fingers played across its surface towards a clasp at the centre. 'Here, let me unburden you.'
Pariah squirmed in Tyrone's grip as a metallic click sounded out from her belt before she felt it being pulled away from her waist. She tossed her head to the side to try and strike Tyrone but he simply took that as license to kiss into the other side of her neck.
Pariah felt so slow. She felt so helpless.
'Ngh...I'm going to...ugh... You're going to regret this,' she managed through gritted teeth, trying her best to sound menacing but unable to stop it coming out as a whimper.
'That's it baby, keep pretending you don't want this,' Lenny said slyly as he dropped her belt to the floor and ran his hands back up the sides of her toned body. His fingertips danced over the tight fabric until he reached the zip at her chest. 'Keep pretending you're not trembling with anticipation.'
She struggled meekly in Tyrone's grip. The gesture was half hearted, almost more for show than because she thought it could possibly free her. She began to wonder if Lenny was right - did she really want this to stop?
'Uhhh... Don't...'
Tyrone interrupted her, kissing into her ear and whispering to her, 'It's okay, Pariah. This is what you want. Don't deny it.'
The combined influence of their domineering, insidious words played through her mind along with the enrapturing tune of the aria, and Pariah watched in resignation as Lenny slowly pulled the zip of her bodysuit all the way down. As she watched, she absently undulated her body against both men, unconsciously enjoying the feel of rubbing against them. She could feel their hard cocks pressing into her and started to focus on the feel of them both as she rocked between them.
'That's good,' Tyrone whispered into her ear, 'Just let yourself go, one step at a time.'
The zip was pulled all the way down the front of her body to her crotch, revealing pristine white skin. The top of a black thong was visible under the outfit and further up, her breasts were concealed beneath a skin-tight black sports bra. The stretchy fabric of the top clearly revealed that her nipples were hard and excited.
Lenny marvelled at her chiselled body and ran his hands up the bare skin of her stomach,
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