Convict's Captive Book 1

by Paul Blades

  She felt his hand brush across her belly again. This time it descended over her loins and seized her pudenda. It was so hot and strong. She spread her free leg, her right one. A finger traced the line of her outer lips, slipped between them, gathered her moisture and settled on her now sensitized love button. She moaned and raised her knee. Her right hand, with a mind of its own, rose from her side and moved towards his body. It touched his shoulder and then slid down his arm to his hip and over the outside of his thigh. His tongue was swirling in her mouth. “Please stop. Please stop,” her mind protested meekly.

  Then, his body shifted. He was between her thighs. Her hands weakly tried to push him away, but her thighs spread wide open invitingly. His belly was matching hers. His cock probed at her entrance. “No! No!” she thought, but she was incapable of making any move to oppose it. She felt the bulbous head breach her pussy’s inner lips and then the cock sliding home.

  “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” she moaned.

  He commenced long, desultory strokes. A lazy pleasure flooded her brain. They continued to kiss and her hands found their way to his wide hips. His skin felt so good, so hot. She could feel the outline of his muscles as he slowly moved back and forth between her legs. He was so strong! She knew she didn’t want to be fucking him, but she couldn’t marshal any energy to protest. What would be the point anyway? She had to let it happen, enjoy it, let the pleasure carry her away.

  The abrasion of his thick meat along her canal was beginning to tell. Her hips shifted and her heart started to beat heavily. His hips were delivering a steady, rhythmic motion, slow but sure, not hurried or impassioned, just a man enjoying being sunk within a cunt. Her pussy gave her a twinge that made her eyes close and her back arch. Her heels dragged along the mattress. Her hands crossed over then man’s broad, mighty back and clasped him to her. Her feet crossed the back of his shins, rubbing them and then ascended as far as they would go, up to his thighs, yearning to drive him further and further inside her at each stroke.

  All of her body parts were in rebellion. She tried to catch herself. She pulled back her hands, drew her legs away, stilled her hips. She tried to still her tongue. His was circling it, toying with it, sliding to and fro over it. But her tongue wouldn’t stop. It kept matching each one of his movements with one of its own. It was as if her pussy, with a mind of its own, was struggling with her for control of her body. The battleground was her tongue. And when her pussy proved that it was her tongue’s master, all her other body parts, as if they had just been waiting to see who would win, erupted again into rebellion. Her arms clasped his body close. Her hips ground back at him, her legs again circled his, trying to force his thrusts deeper and deeper. Her pussy began to buzz as if in celebration of its victory.

  Her whole body contracted. She felt like it was on the edge of a vast precipice. Her pussy was teetering on its lip. She tried to stop it from falling. Her mind reached out to grasp it. And then it was gone. Within a split second the rest of her body followed suit. She was plunging down, down, down into a pit that had no bottom. And then it came. Her pussy began a series of hard pulses that wracked her whole being. She tried to cry out, but all she could emit was a wavering, frenetic tone, “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

  The man’s hips were slamming hers and hers were slamming back. His thrusts were long, intense and powerful. Her pussy grasped his meat hard and then released it again and again as if trying to coax its manly sauce from it. Her body was shuddering. She couldn’t catch her breath. And then, just as her pussy’s paroxysms of delight had begun to wane, the man grunted and groaned, his body clasped tightly around hers. He curled his hands under her thighs and drew them up. He pushed her knees against her breasts. He stroked her madly again and again. She felt like his cock had descended to the very depths of her being. The whole world was the area of contact between their organs. And her pussy exploded again. Their lips parted, unable to remain stationary amidst the onslaught of passion. She cried out. “Oh, yeah! Yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me!” He was grunting and groaning. She felt like he was going to split her in two. Wave after wave of excruciating pleasure passed through her.

  And then, it began to fade. His thrusts slowed. Gradually, he lowered her thighs. He kissed her again, their tongues intertwining momentarily, and then he collapsed.

  Carly’s pussy still burned. It was fading, but the insides still vibrated. Her arms were still clasped around his back. “Oh, god, what has he done to me?” she thought. Her heart was beating madly and she was trying to recover her breath. In a split second, her revelry turned to self hatred and contempt. She had fucked him harder than she had ever fucked anyone. “I must be going mad,” she thought miserably. “Look what he does to me!” She started to cry.

  Jack couldn’t move. He was exhausted. It had been one wonderful fuck! This girl was amazing. “I should never let her go,” he thought. And then he heard her crying. “Yeah, go ahead and cry,” he thought. “Your pussy belongs to me now, not you. I can make it do anything I want. You’re just along for the ride!”

  He forced himself up. His detumescing cock slipped from her slit. He rolled her over, pulled down her arms and connected her wrists behind her back. Rising from the bed, he went to the bathroom and recovered her gag and the black probe she had worn. After washing them both, he went back to the bed. He took hold of her hair and forced her to her knees. When he proffered the penis like gag to her mouth, she did not resist, but accepted it docilely. He wrapped the belt from the probe around her waist. His pants were near the bed and he took from his pocket the tube of lubricant. Once he had the probe greased, he told her to put her forehead on the bed. She complied meekly and her rear rose to a proffering position. He pushed aside her rear cheeks with one hand, lined the fat, prick like probe up to her small, crinkled hole and then pressed it forward. The girl moaned and squealed as it entered her, but did not resist. He had her lean back while he ran the chains on either side of her mons and then up to the belt where he connected them. Then he pushed her back down to her belly and connected her ankles to each other. He turned out the light on the bedside table.

  He could not resist running his hand once more over her buttocks. They were smooth and warm. “What a prize,” he thought. The girl was sobbing quietly. He pulled up the quilt and drew it over them both. Within a minute, he was asleep.

  To be continued…

  Table of Contents

  Copyright

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE