Slaver's Bait

An eBook By Paul Blades.

As the light outside was turning to darkness, Denise heard a heavy tread on the stairs outside of the room. Other than her own breathing, it was the first sound that she had heard since the old lady had left her there. The footsteps came closer and closer, the leisurely step of a man in his own element. The lock turned in the door and it opened.

The Turk stepped into the room and looked briefly at his prisoner. She was an engaging sight. He could see her breasts quivering with fear. Her nipples were hard and her eyes were glued to him, wide with apprehension. He strode past her and went into the bathroom. Denise's back Denise's back was to him but she could hear him washing himself, relieving himself in the toilet. Her stomach was tense as she anticipated his use of her. She heard him leave the bathroom and then the unmistakable sound of the removal of clothes. She felt hands on her ankles, freeing them from their bonds. The Turk crossed in front of her and, taking her arm in his hand, lifted her to her feet. She saw that he was erect, and gave out a feint whine of unhappiness at her fate.

The Turk led Denise to the broad, brocade covered bed. He pulled the covers down to the foot of the bed and then sat her down on the mattress. He unlocked her hands from behind her back and pulled her to the head of the bed where he reaffixed them to a ring in the center of the headboard. Denise had no will to resist. She was as if entranced by the silent determination of this man. He handled her gently, almost tenderly as he spread her body across the bed.

Denise had expected many things, but not what followed. The Turk took her head in his hands and began to kiss her face. Then, burying his head in the crux of her neck, he ran his hands along her shoulders, down her sides and to her breasts. His body was hot against hers and Denise felt the beginnings of passion stirring in her loins. This man was going to take her, against her will, without her consent, but he was intent on making her complicit in her own violation. His mouth sucked on the nipple of her right breast as a hand descended down her left hip. It ran across her stomach, hesitated briefly at her furry bush, and then seized her sex.

The confused and dazed woman could not prevent a moan from escaping from her throat. Turk forced her legs apart and delved his fingers into her moistening cunt. He grabbed the nub of pleasure between finger and thumb and pulled on it lightly, delicately. Denise could no longer restrain her passion as she spread her legs wide, yearning for the strong, dark man to possess her. She felt him lift first one and then the other leg over hers. He now knelt between her legs, his cock pressing up against the entrance to her womb. She sighed deeply as she sighed deeply as she felt the lips spreading, his hard rod pressing its way inside her.

Return to Top