pleased at how she quivered under his touch. 'You are stunning, Pariah,' he exhaled as his hands cupped her breasts through the fabric of the sports bra. 'I wonder when the last time was that someone touched you,' he mused, 'It's been a long time, hasn't it, baby?' His thumbs found her stiff nipples and teased them through the fabric, arousing them further.
Pariah moaned softly as she watched his hands touching her body. Her cheeks blushed red with a mixture of shame and excitement. She was completely relaxed in Tyrone's grip, no longer resisting at all.
Ugh... Oh God...
Her options were rapidly closing down and her attention wavered between thoughts of escape and thoughts of surrender. Increasingly her mind was awash with anticipation for where this was going. As she watched her hard nipples being toyed with, she forced her mind once again to think how she could end this.
Her belt was gone, or at least it was beyond her reach for now. She was in no physical state to mount a fight even if she could be released from Tyrone's grip. The aria threatened to steal away her will at any moment, and the longer this went on the more it took control of her thoughts. Her telekinesis would fix this dilemma in the space of moments if she could just muster the focus to bring it to bear. But with the aria all around her and the two hunky men mercilessly pleasuring her, it was next to impossible.
But not completely impossible , thought the angry hunter in her. It could still be done. She had done it while under immense strain in the past - it was just a very different kind of strain to this. The pleasure she was experiencing now was difficult to pull away from, where times in the past where she was in pain were much easier to deal with. Even so, she could still do it.
The flicker of hope set her mind working again, keeping her just on the limit of submission.
She shut her eyes to blank out the lights and the sight of the beautiful man doing wonderful things to her body. She tried to send her mind somewhere else, tried to leave this moment and find an inner peace from which she could focus her power. The aria begged for her to stop, and a part of her begged along with it, but she pressed on.
'God, you are so turned on,' whispered Lenny as he touched her, 'You love it, don't you, baby?' Lenny's own breathing was fast now. He was even more intoxicated in the moment than she was.
He reached under the fabric of her sports bra and pulled the stretchy material up and over her luscious breasts, rolling up the fabric to stay put where he lifted it to.
She shuddered with excitement at being bared this way, feeling the cool air of the room meeting her exposed nipples.
Ignore it. Concentrate.
'Oh, Pariah, baby,' Lenny gently kneaded her soft flesh, allowing his hands to completely explore her sensitive breasts, occasionally letting his fingers teasingly flick her taut nipples.
She bit back a moan, trying to keep her mind on track. The storm of feelings was close to uprooting her from her place of calm but she just held on. When Lenny pinched one of her hard nipples and rolled it between his fingers, she couldn't hold back a weak moan.
Lenny noticed her reaction, and adapted his technique to better seduce her.
'That's what you like, isn't it, Pariah?' He said softly as he alternated between teasing her nipples and pinching them. 'You love that. Moan for me, baby.'
'Uhhh...ooooo...,' she mewled as he squeezed down on both nipples, both unable and unwilling to hold it in.
'Yeah, good girl,' Lenny cooed, 'Let it out... let it all out.'
His touch was divine and Pariah felt her body sing out under his attentions, begging for more. She had never allowed anyone to control her like this, but Lenny was doing it so easily, making her feel like a helpless piece of meat instead of a strong heroine.
Her lips trembled as she fought the erotic sensations and the urge to give in.
Ugh... almost there... Despite the rising tide of pleasure, she felt
Pariah moaned softly as she watched his hands touching her body. Her cheeks blushed red with a mixture of shame and excitement. She was completely relaxed in Tyrone's grip, no longer resisting at all.
Ugh... Oh God...
Her options were rapidly closing down and her attention wavered between thoughts of escape and thoughts of surrender. Increasingly her mind was awash with anticipation for where this was going. As she watched her hard nipples being toyed with, she forced her mind once again to think how she could end this.
Her belt was gone, or at least it was beyond her reach for now. She was in no physical state to mount a fight even if she could be released from Tyrone's grip. The aria threatened to steal away her will at any moment, and the longer this went on the more it took control of her thoughts. Her telekinesis would fix this dilemma in the space of moments if she could just muster the focus to bring it to bear. But with the aria all around her and the two hunky men mercilessly pleasuring her, it was next to impossible.
But not completely impossible , thought the angry hunter in her. It could still be done. She had done it while under immense strain in the past - it was just a very different kind of strain to this. The pleasure she was experiencing now was difficult to pull away from, where times in the past where she was in pain were much easier to deal with. Even so, she could still do it.
The flicker of hope set her mind working again, keeping her just on the limit of submission.
She shut her eyes to blank out the lights and the sight of the beautiful man doing wonderful things to her body. She tried to send her mind somewhere else, tried to leave this moment and find an inner peace from which she could focus her power. The aria begged for her to stop, and a part of her begged along with it, but she pressed on.
'God, you are so turned on,' whispered Lenny as he touched her, 'You love it, don't you, baby?' Lenny's own breathing was fast now. He was even more intoxicated in the moment than she was.
He reached under the fabric of her sports bra and pulled the stretchy material up and over her luscious breasts, rolling up the fabric to stay put where he lifted it to.
She shuddered with excitement at being bared this way, feeling the cool air of the room meeting her exposed nipples.
Ignore it. Concentrate.
'Oh, Pariah, baby,' Lenny gently kneaded her soft flesh, allowing his hands to completely explore her sensitive breasts, occasionally letting his fingers teasingly flick her taut nipples.
She bit back a moan, trying to keep her mind on track. The storm of feelings was close to uprooting her from her place of calm but she just held on. When Lenny pinched one of her hard nipples and rolled it between his fingers, she couldn't hold back a weak moan.
Lenny noticed her reaction, and adapted his technique to better seduce her.
'That's what you like, isn't it, Pariah?' He said softly as he alternated between teasing her nipples and pinching them. 'You love that. Moan for me, baby.'
'Uhhh...ooooo...,' she mewled as he squeezed down on both nipples, both unable and unwilling to hold it in.
'Yeah, good girl,' Lenny cooed, 'Let it out... let it all out.'
His touch was divine and Pariah felt her body sing out under his attentions, begging for more. She had never allowed anyone to control her like this, but Lenny was doing it so easily, making her feel like a helpless piece of meat instead of a strong heroine.
Her lips trembled as she fought the erotic sensations and the urge to give in.
Ugh... almost there... Despite the rising tide of pleasure, she felt
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