Camille's Captive

An eBook By Arika Lee.

Camille watched with amusement as Susan did as instructed and yet kept her knees tightly together.

Camille slipped the heeled pump from her right foot and slid forward on her ass. With her leg extended, she used her toes to nudge the girl’s thighs open. They parted a bit.

"Don’t make me work, you little slut. Open wide." Camille hissed.

Susan’s legs parted. With a pleased smile, Camille wriggled her big toe into Susan’s skimpily covered crotch. She noted with amusement the acute embarrassment that accompanied each twist of her toes.

Satisfied for the moment, Camille left things like that and pretended to go back to her reading. Occasionally she would flex her toes and was eventually rewarded with the expected moistness. She carried on until she had manipulated Susan’s crotch to a swampy dampness and then raised her sodden, nylon clad toes to the girl’s lips.

There was a bit of resistance but Camille’s intent was obvious and the pressure of the toes insistent. Susan’s lips gave way and her mouth was stuffed with Camille’s toes and the first taste of herself.  

Susan had her eyes scrunched shut and her lips remained flaccid. Camille lost patience.

"Lick and suck, damn you, and look at me while you do it. If you fuck with me I shall beat your ass black and blue."  

Certain by then that Camille was not a woman to play with, Susan started her mouth working at the toes which Camille had begun pushing in far enough to gag her.

When she was at last satisfied that the girl had surrendered to her foot, Camille withdrew it.

"Take off those cheap panties now and toss them outside as well. Then close the window."

There little resistance. Susan’s mind had numbed to the point where she was just wondering if she could placate Camille long enough to reach California and escape. Listlessly, she slid off her panties. She rose to drop them out of the window and pulled it down in its tracks.

"Come here."

Susan moved to stand before Camille with her head down, still attempting to cover herself.

"Turn around and bend over."

No sooner had Susan fearfully complied than she was slapped hard on her inner thighs until she was spread wide enough to suit Camille.

"Reach back and pull your ass open."

With shaking hands the girl obeyed. Even under the incandescent light Susan’s flush of shame was apparent. Camille laughed softly. Red was her favorite color. Knowing the girl would flinch, she circled Susan’s brownie with a single manicured nail just to see it clench. She hooked a finger up through the girl’s still wet slit and wiggled it until her manipulation drew a sharp intake of breath. She pressed up slowly into the girl’s cunt and found that it was slick and narrow.

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