Kidnapped-unfinished...
She danced.
She danced to the rhythm of the Bollywood music playing in the background. She was older than they normally took, older than they normally trained, but this was a special commission. So the men watched her dancing.
She stripped off her clothes, as she danced. Perhaps a little racy for Bollywood, but the music made her horny. Her shirt came off, and her bra; both tossed away on the couch. Her breasts bared, as her hands caressed them in the dance. She unbuttoned her shorts, looking somewhat ackward, trying to slide them off gracefully. She danced there, dressed only in her thong, her arousal darkening the fabric.
One man nodded to the other. The second aimed carefully, the pistol steady in his hands.
She felt a sharp sting in her neck. She gasped, reaching upwards, and fell down unconscious.
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She woke up, trying to stretch, and realized she was bound. She screamed then, looking at the leather cuffs that held her wrists and ankles taut. Her body was nude, her arms and legs stretched out.
The door to the room opened, causing her to focus on the man who walked through it. He was masked, but she could see that he smiled as he looked at her.
“You’re awake,” he said.
She screamed obscenities at him, fear making her swear, but under the fear, perhaps a touch of arousal.
“Normally, we wouldn’t have taken you, but we’re bending all the rules for you. Oh! Don’t worry, we’re not going to rape you,” he said as her screams turned to sobs. “We won’t fuck you unless you beg for it.”
“NO!” she yelled at him, as the door opened again.
The girl who walked in was young, maybe nineteen. Her eyes were lustful, and her pussy that was dripping. She was nude, and if she had had any pubic hair it had been removed, letting the woman see the girl’s desire.
The girl knelt between her legs, her small tongue licking daintily at the woman’s pussy.
She gasped, the need burning like fire through her at the touch of the tongue.
“Have fun,” the man said, smiling. “The drug will make you feel everything, make you want everything, make you need. When you want more than her tongue, just beg for it.”
The girl went back to licking the woman’s pussy.
She started moaning, instantly, half screaming, body tensing under the girl’s tongue. She gasped, hips jerking. The need came in bursts, making it impossible to breathe, to do anything except feel. The girl’s tongue moved, changing, not staying in one place long enough to bring her over. She couldn’t help but moan, her hips moving on their own to meet the girl’s mouth.
The girl kept licking her, teasing her with a fluttering tongue. She started to moan louder now, half screaming with the pleasure of it, and the pain of not being able to orgasm.
“Please,” she begged, the words breaking free from her pride. The girl stopped for a moment.
“Please what,” the girl said.
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