“Good.”
And so Dirk began the climb upstairs, languid, taking his time. Lilah froze at first, terrified. If she rushed away too soon, the sudden movement would no doubt catch Dirk’s eye. The man was clearly some trained killer, and would have no problem shooting her down if he thought she was some threat.
She began inching back away from the balcony, sliding into the nearest stack until the several layers of books covered her entirely. She was in the fiction section, R-S, and her mind raced hoping for some kind of plan.
There were study nooks in every corner upstairs. She could hide in one, turn a chair around and cling to a corner, and hope and pray that he wasn’t too thorough with his search.
Yes. Yes, that might work.
That would work, she insisted.
It was not lost on her at all that only minutes before, this was exactly the kind of thing she had been fantasizing about. There was a world of difference for her, though, between fantasy and real life and the wants a person had between them.
In her fantasies, she was a sex goddess, able to take the largest cock with no problem, able to suck down dick for days and drown her body in floods of hot man cum.
In real life, that sort of thing would terrify her. She had no idea if she could take a huge cock in her body, and though she loved to suck cock, stuffing a big one down her throat had always filled her with some manner of apprehension. Luckily—luckily?—her boyfriends in the past had never been all that challenging on that front. Poor Harold had barely taken advantage of her desire to suck cock at all.
In her fantasies, she was a willing cumdump for any hot-bodied alpha male who came by. But Lilah had values—morals. She was a virgin, and she was saving herself for someone she truly cared about even at the age of twenty-two.
These men were clearly amoral maniacs, like a pack of wolves who would tear her apart at the first chance. If they found out she was a virgin, they might kill each other with the rush to strip her of her innocence.
Soon she had stuffed herself into a nook as planned. Her hiding place was not much, but it was all she had. She quietly dragged a chair forward, thanking the heavens that it did not creak or squeak as she moved it over.
And she finished just in time. Very quickly she began to hear Dirk’s heavy boots browsing through the stacks behind her. The echo of his feet informed her of his position as he walked from one end of the rows to the other. She tried to hold her breath, and then could not stop from gasping, and so instead she tried to take very small, infrequent breaths.
Her heavy tits, so substantial and thick in her red sweater, made breathing somewhat hard with her chest smashed against her legs. But she was out of options.
Dirk was at the study nooks now. She heard him moving chairs around, poking into the tables with his gun. She remembered the gun he carried was large and black, a shotgun if she wasn’t mistaken. It would blow her head off at their close range without her being able to do anything about it.
Finally he came to her nook. For a moment, she thought she was safe. He moved the chair this way and that, and she pressed herself hard—hard—harder—into the corner, wanting to be as small as possible.
The footsteps stopped. She thought possibly she had squeezed herself so tight that she passed out and he had gone away.
And then the barrel of his gun landed on her shoulder.
“Come on out from there,” he said quietly. “Come out now and I won’t hurt you.”
* * * * *
Very quickly, Lilah had to formulate a plan.
Right now, only this one knew about her. That was all—no one else. None of the others. If she could somehow keep it that way, if it could just be between him and her, then she could be safer. Safer than she would be without a pack of wild animals knowing where she was, ready to make her do...anything.
To make her do all the things she wanted so very desperately to do, to make her do everything that terrified her more than anything else.
Lilah had grown up in a home without a father, and so it was just her and her mother as she grew up. Dating had been frowned upon because her mother couldn't imagine any man other than her father, and so therefore all men weren't to be trusted. She was the classic second wave feminist, burning bras and swearing off penises forever.
Rebellion stoked a fire in Lilah's heart, however, and it was in this area where that fire burned the brightest. Her attitudes toward men became somewhat obsessive and regressive.
There was a part of her, a real part, that knew that the way she got turned on by assholes and cocky bastards was wrong and stupid. That she shouldn’t be so attracted to men who were clearly so wrong and so poisonous for society. And yet at the same time, without any kind of male figure in her life as she grew up, she was hopelessly attracted to any man showing those masculine features—even the negative ones.
Really, especially the negative ones.
Men getting in fights over women made her wet. She frequently had to relieve herself when she sojourned out to the dive bars around town, give herself a little finger play while she imagined—over and over again—the brutes punching each other for the right to take a woman home.
The thought of men treating women like property made her melt. Sometimes at home she slipped a collar on her neck and posed in front of the mirror, dancing and kneeling.
Every once in a while, she became obsessed with the idea of being a kept woman, a trophy wife to some mobster or hitman or corrupt billionaire, some petty cruel violent bastard who made no two ways about the best way to keep him happy. If she wasn’t ready every day with his dinner and a blowjob, he’d smack her around until she knew what was what.
Her cunt soaked regularly with the thought of being roughhoused, manhandled, being the subject of domestic violence. Being trapped by a man with no one to turn to, no one to seek for help. Totally isolated and with no other recourse than to suck his cock until he was happy with her again.
It was wrong to want that, to fantasize about that, to want to be hit and treated roughly, to be fucked like a ragdoll—but in her fantasies it all came from a place of love and affection. The men she fantasized about wanted her so badly that they couldn’t imagine anyone else having her.
They were so strong and sure that any threat to their well-being and regularity—even from within—was to be met with severe, swift harshness. If a man slapped her around in these fantasies, it was because he was teaching her a lesson of how to behave. It was because she hadn’t yet learned how best to serve him, to provide him with the peace and serenity he needed after a hard day’s work of hurting others to make his castle safe for him and his queen.
It would only ever be fault if she were struck, and she would apologize tearfully with a sloppy blowjob and maybe a call to her best friends, encouraging them to come and be roughfucked by her Man while Lilah cheered him on or even held the friends down.
Wrong. All wrong. Terribly taboo and sick and twisted. But it was her thoughts, her baggage, and she couldn’t just get rid of it because society didn’t like it. She couldn’t help it if violent, terrible assholes made her wet—if the thought of all those bank robbers downstairs, probably most of them ex-cons, with all those guns and muscles made her squirm with desire.
That fear was there too, of course...but it was the fear of reality not meeting fantasy’s expectations, nothing more. She wasn’t afraid for her life, much as she might try to convince herself that she was.
In truth, she was afraid that her life wouldn’t be ruined, that she wouldn’t become the trophy slut of the biggest badass around.
But sometimes, fears have to be confronted...and conquered.
One thing at a time, though.
Dirk stood above her, pointing his shotgun at her head.
“Don't scream,” he said. “I hate hearing women scream.”
She gulped and nodded minutely.
“Good.” He moved the shotgun away from her head. “We don't have to be unfriendly, do we?”
; Lilah said nothing.
“You alone?”
She nodded.
“I find anyone else here,” he raised his gun halfway to her head, “I’ll kill you.”
She nodded. “I-I know. I’m the only one here. I drew the short straw. They all went home. I was supposed to wait for the call from our higher-ups to actually shut this place all the way down.”
Dirk nodded and then looked away, making as if to call out to his boss.
“I’ll suck you off,” she whispered quickly, staring up at Dirk and his gun.
She watched the surprise in his face with some hope in her own. He stopped his calling out and turned back to Lilah, kneeling before him. She wrung her hands under her breasts, thrusting them up, hoping he would take notice of their heaviness.
Praying he would look at how pretty her face was...how pretty it could look covered in his cum.
She pretended the wetness she felt between her legs was just her body's way of convincing her that this was the route she needed to take—that it wasn't her desperate need to slide her lips up and around his thick manly cock.
“What?” Dirk asked, surprised.
“Don’t tell them about me,” she said. “Don’t let them know I’m here...and I’ll suck you off. You won’t even have to make me. I’ll suck you dry. Just keep me a secret.”
Their position in the upstairs was well out of view from anyone downstairs, and whispering, no one could hear them.
He smirked. “And why wouldn’t I tell them?”
“Because then you wouldn’t be the only one to have my mouth on your cock,” said Lilah, hoping to god she was sounding sexy. “And then I won’t...they won’t...they’ll leave me alone.”
Dirk looked back at the balcony, raising an eyebrow. “You are awfully pretty,” he said. “They would take you on a ride. All day long, probably.”
She gulped. The dead certainty in his gaze and in his words sent a flush of heat through her body, causing the skin from her neck to her tits to turn a deep crimson. But still, she denied that was what she wanted.
For the first time, she looked at his crotch. He had long ago moved the gun away from her body—she was obviously no threat. Pretty, soft, and supple, everything about Lilah screamed “willing victim.”
The bulge in his tight, ripped denims was as sexy as anything she had ever seen. From her words, her pretty form right there in front of him, she saw it getting larger and larger before her eyes.
A heavy layer of drool began to form in her mouth, so much that it was getting hard keeping it inside. There was no almost no denying what kind of woman she truly was.
As she knelt before him now, staring up at his tall, heavy body, she could see clearly the way he filled out his tight sweater. Every muscle was sharply defined, big and bulging. His biceps were probably as big around as her thighs.
“J-just...just let me suck it,” she said, looking at him, eyes pleading. “I promise I’ll do a good job. No funny stuff.”
He looked at her, considering hard. It was clear he was tempted.
“I don't know,” he said, shaking his head. “You're gorgeous, but...those are my boys down there. I can't just—”
“I'll suck you so, so good,” Lilah insisted. “I promise. I'll make you cum right down my throat. No pulling out or anything. You can do it as many times as you want all day. I won't fight you. Not once.”
Sucking his cock several times, she tried to reason, was better than sucking the cocks of several men several times.
It was a simple logic, but it was a lie. The truth was that deep down, she had an opportunity to live out her fantasy, and her id was doing its best to live it out.
Dirk rolled his jaw around, looking at her and smiling and shaking his head. He slipped a hand down to her face, and she turned her head so that his thumb was in her mouth. She sucked it long and slow, letting him see what it looked like when a phallic object was wrapped in her plush, thick, cocksucking lips.
“Fuck,” he said, eyes getting wide. “You really are just a slut, aren't you?”
She nodded. Lilah didn't think she really was, she only wanted to survive, but then, being called a slut felt so good...
He pulled his thumb from her mouth, and her lips unconsciously moved after it, aching for more.
“If you try anything,” he said, “anything at all, I’ll make you pay. And then I’ll find out who you are. You work here, right?”
She nodded.
“That means this place has records. I’ll find out who you are and I’ll hurt everyone you love. Do you understand?”
She gulped and nodded. Her hands reached halfway up, aching to touch that bulging mass in his pants. “Y-you don’t have to worry about that,” she said, practically panting. “J-just let me...j-just let me suck it for you. Please? It needs it...you need it...”
His temptation was obvious on his face. He was handsome, his jaw smooth and firm. Powerful muscles there flexed as he turned his head this way and that. He moved a hand down across the top of her head and through the thick layers of her hair, tugging and pulling slightly. She didn’t shy away from his touch, didn’t cry out or have any change in facial expression except to appear even more aroused. Her eyes, heavy-lidded, stared up at him with lust and she licked her lips.
“Just...l-let me...let me suck it...I promise to stay quiet. I’ll make it quick...”
His hands fell to his zipper and very quickly his cock was exposed. It was long and thick, veiny and turgid with desire. He leaned forward, pressing its thickness against her cheek. A long slimy trail of precum ran down across her cheek from under her eye to her chin.
For several moments after the reveal she was stunned.
It was.
So.
Fucking.
Big!
She could hardly contain or express her excitement without screaming out loud, and she knew that was antithetical to the entire promise she had given him. Her stunned nature was so thorough that she actually appeared scared, and Dirk made a frustrated sound.
“I knew you was too good to be true,” he said, shaking his head. “Come on, girl. Take it or I put it up and take you down there.”
“N-no!” she whispered fiercely, sliding her cheek so her lips met his cockhead. A thick line of precum followed the shape of his cock from her cheekbone to her mouth. “I want it.”
And with that she slipped her lips over his cock and slurped him into her mouth. Her sucking was long and soulful, taking Dirk in with long, eager swallows down her throat.
He was so fucking big—he was so fucking big! Lilah could not get over the immensity of his size and her easy acclimation into taking him down her throat. All her doubts about being a good cocksucker were dropped the instant she felt his thick, long rod sliding with such ease down the back of her throat. She didn't know how she wasn't gagging.
A soft, insistent part of her simply said it was because she was born to do this.
Her cunt was sopping wet, so incredibly soaked that she could feel the moistness dripping through her jeans as she bobbed her head up and down his cock, deepthroating him entirely. There was nothing in this whole world, not a thing in the whole wide world, that she wanted more in that moment than to suck and suck and suck, just like she had always dreamt of.
Could she trust him? Would he actually protect her? She had no idea. But she was a captive now, and if she wanted her captors to find her valuable, she needed to start showing her worth right away. There was no time to lose in the race to prove that she could please this strong, dangerous man better than anyone else on hand.
Her mouth continued to work up and down his cock and, after a few moments, Dirk seemed to grow impatient.
“You’re good,” he said, grunting and shoving her toward the back of the study nook with his cock still inside her mouth, “but I want to fuck that pretty face of yours.”
Lilah could have died happy then. This man, this beast, this utter brute of a man who would no doubt abuse her and treat her
like shit if she was ever to belong to him, wanted to treat her like she belonged to him. And so as he cornered her totally against the wall and began thrusting his hips violently into her body, she squirmed and moaned, hands flailing, body swamped with pleasure.
One hand, in desperation, came up to his ass and held on for dear life. The muscles there were firm and tough, just like the rest of him. With the grip solid there, she could use her other hand on her clit, playing with herself desperately as he powered into her body with gusto.
Pleasure, hot and wet, cycled through her body as Dirk rammed his immense cock down her gullet.
“Hey Dirk!” Tanner called up. “You find anything up there?”
“N-Nah, boss, nothing,” Dirk called. “Nothing yet. Just got a couple more places to look!”
He had to finish soon now. People were becoming suspicious. His thrusts became quicker, harder, fucking Lilah’s skull totally against the corner with a soft banging noise. She felt the back of her head knocking against the wall, knowing it would leave a mark or a bruise, and she didn’t care because it was so utterly hot for her to be used like that.
With a grunt, Dirk unleashed into her mouth and throat. At the same time, at the sudden flood of that heated spurting of pure masculine power, she came, her body overwhelmed with the perfect desire to feel pleasure as this beautiful man used her as the whore she truly wanted to be.
The sudden orgasm made her suck harder, her mouth tightening and throat squeezing on his thick shaft as it powered down her body with all that hot, heated perfect white cum.
Slowly, he pulled out of her, spurting across her face and neck. He grinned as he watched her clean herself up, swallowing what seed she could and fingering up the rest of it and gobbling it down. Smacks of it stuck to her mouth still as she leaned forward and slurped up and down on his cock, wiping him clean with what she had decided was his personal cumrag—her face.
“You are good at that,” he said. “I think I’ll keep you around. Don’t make any noise, y’hear?”
She nodded solemnly, dazed and a bit horrified at herself. Even despite all her fervent fantasies, there had been a part of her that had hoped that she would act like a rational person in such a situation. That she wouldn’t be overwhelmed with lust and desire, that she would do everything as she always had and respond with logic, rational thinking, and clear reasonable processes.
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