Only the mysterious female triangle hadn't changed, except that it had now grown luxurious, for her hair had grown and the surrounding flesh had atrophied.I made her stand there by the wall while I jerked myself off and I wiped my cum across her body because she was mine and I owned her for better or worse, and I wanted her to know it."Soon," I whispered compassionately, rubbing it into her skin. "It won't be long now. The end is nigh. Just a little more patience. Be patient, my dear. Do you have faith?""Oui, monsieur," she sobbed. "I have faith."It was later - and I don't know how much later because I haven't a watch - that I heard the soldiers outside, the steady tread of their leather shoes upon stone. It came from the path leading to the cave entrance. I remember, many years ago, that people used to walk that way often, but then the steps became less frequent, and I haven't heard them at all for a number of years now and so I suspect that the path has become overgrown and lost
I saw that one of the soldiers was short and rotund, his belly flopping over the top of his trousers. His face was the color of beetroot. The other man was skinny, tall, with the nose of a Jew and the face of a Devil.But mostly they were hazy. I still couldn't see them. My eyes were watering, stinging. I couldn't see...Oh God.I deduced that these must be brigands; the criminal thugs that Christine had warned me about, men who wore no uniform and expressed no loyalty either to cause or country. These types were brutes, criminals, bullies: the kind that prospers in times of anarchy.I kept to the shadows, out of the way, but then I saw that one of the soldiers was dragging a woman in his wake. She was wearing a green satin dress with a tight, pointed bodice. The neck was cut square and low, and the front had been meddled with. It was torn. The buttons were open and the breasts were exposed. They were grey, dirty, scratched.The two of them lifted her to the back of the cave and they
"Come here, bitch!" the tall one barked, hoisting her up by her arm, ignoring that she was attacking him with her foot and the rake of her nails. She shrieked because he slapped her and because of the pain of the sword and the pike."What happened to your ass?" he hissed."My f ... father hit me," she sobbed, shutting her eyes. "I was horny and I ... I touched..." She pointed delicately towards her bare pussy. "F ... Father says I mustn't fuck myself. He says that I must wait for him to do it.""Your father, eh?" the tall one grinned, looking knowingly at his friend. "So you're the wacko's daughter?" He squeezed her breasts the same way I'd come accustomed to doing each morning, pinching them and checking their weight, tormenting her nipples. "So how did you get to be in here then? You wasn't born without no mother. What is it, an immaculate conception?"I could see the immediate suspicion in his eyes and guessed that disguise was a common deception. The one with the sword ran his fin
But then, to my surprise, the tall one turned up his nose. He glanced at Christine's tangled hair and the dirt and her saggy tits covered in stale cum and he turned away contemptuously. "Let's get out of here!" he muttered derisively. "I've seen better pussy on the Rue de le Putas. Chricky. This place gives me the shivers."What could I say? What could I do? I didn't understand. They were telling us to leave and they weren't going to rape her."Yu not like m d ... daughter?" I asked, genuinely disappointed. What did I say to Christine now? Did I pretend that it had all been part of an inspired master plan or did I confess to her the truth?""Yu l ... let hr suuck yr c ... cock," I insisted. "Sh m d ... daughter! Sh suuck cock gud!"Could the soldiers be leaving?"No, old one," they said, laughing at me. "You keep her. You deserve her. We'll find ourselves a real, living aristotwat. There's plenty of them hiding about here. You couldn't sell pussy like that in the Restaurateur Bouvilli
My best friend, Ada, sat beside me on my bed and exclaimed, "Mila, you look incredibly attractive." She was fixated on my phone as she said this. "You should definitely consider sending Everett that picture of yourself." With a tap on the screen, a provocative selfie of me lying without a top in my bed appeared.I responded with a playful giggle, refraining from sharing that particular photo. "No, that one doesn't accentuate my features. How about this one instead?" I selected another image of me positioned against a wall wearing black lacy lingerie, with my legs spread apart. In the photo, I held a small silver vibrator against my undergarments, my tongue out and my eyes closed.Ada suggested nonchalantly, "Why not send both?" An arched eyebrow was my immediate reaction. "What? It wouldn't hurt to give him more options when looking at your pictures, if you catch my drift," she added, making a suggestive pelvic motion with her hand.I stared at the pictures, considering Ada's propos
Yesterday, I was looking forward to tonight. But now that this happened, I was dreading it. I didn’t know how things were going to go with Mr. Williams. How could I ever even pretend like nothing had happened? Like I didn’t send my most intimate pictures to my crush’s father? Like I didn’t get wet when he texted me back and told me that I was sexy?I grabbed my macroeconomics textbook from my backpack and opened it up to the chapters that I needed to study for my college exam next Monday while trying to stop thinking about tonight. Because if I did, I would get nothing done.My phone, which I had intentionally placed facedown on the bed, buzzed. I gazed over at it, heart racing. One minute passed, then two, then I couldn’t control the urge to flip it over and see Mr. Williams’s name on the screen.Mr. Williams: I look forward to seeing you tonight, Mila.I stared at the text with wide eyes and fanned myself. My God. What did I say to that?After deciding to ignore the text, I turned th
My cheeks flushed red, and I stood up from my seat. “No! I’ll go, uh … get some of my pictures that I’ve taken. They’re in my room. It's much better than a picture on a phone. You can’t ever see anything on those things. I’ll be right back,” I said, leaping out of my chair.Before I left the room, I gave Mr. Williams a pointed stare, trying to tell him that I was going to go get that damn vibrator and put it inside of me. For him.“Fuck!” I said once I rushed into my room. “This really can’t be happening.”I searched for a picture that looked semi-decent to bring down to show my parents. Luckily, I found one that Ada had taken a few years ago that she gave me. I removed it from the frame and then grabbed my vibrator and buried it inside of me. A soft vibration pulsed through my core, and I silently cursed. This was going to be a long night.When I made it back downstairs, I gave my parents the picture and sat with my legs crossed on my chair, my panties soaked. Mr. Williams was smirk
He pulled himself out of me, and I turned to him and knelt. He stroked his cock. “Stick out your tongue. You’re going to swallow for me.”My toes curled. I gazed up at him, fingers rubbing my clit. He took my chin in his hand, and I opened my mouth. His cum sprayed over my face, completely missing my mouth. When he released my jaw, I wiped his cum off with my fingers and sucked them into my mouth.He smirked down at me and pinched both of my nipples in his fingers, pulling me up. I stumbled back onto the bed. He pushed his fingers inside of me again.Someone knocked on my door.“How’s everything coming along in there?” Dad asked.I bit my lip, trying to hold back my moans, and dug my nails into his shoulders. He pounded his fingers deeper inside of me. I arched my back and threw my head back.“It’s coming along.” Mr. Williams chuckled. My fingers dug deeper into his skin as I desperately tried to keep my moans quiet. “Isn’t it, Mila?”My legs trembled as the pleasure pulsed out of me.