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For a while Suzanne sat on her knees, but then they started to feel numb. Then she sat squatting until her thighs. Finally she found out that she could just sit down. At one time she could hear steps outside the door. She had lots of time to wonder what the devil she had got herself into. Maybe she should have left with her two boxes when she had had the chance. It was possible that she would regret being this impulsive. It was also possible that she would be having the wildest adventure ever!
His ejaculation had left a very noticeable aftertaste in her mouth.
After about an hour (time was really hard to tell), she heard steps approaching, so she began the struggle to get up on her knees again. Not an easy task, since her hand still were cuffed around the water-pipe. Her heart jumped as she heard the sound of a key in the outside lock. She had time to think of several scenarios; he could have invited friends over, or maybe he wasn´t working alone today, it could be his colleague, the old guy that was always grumpy and that no one liked. The door began to open slowly. It was of cause the man that had led her down there. Her a*****or even though she had more than a little consensual.
“Please stand up now, my bitch, “he said almost gently and ran his finger through her hair, “ you are way too gorgeous to leave locked up all alone.”
As she got to her feet, he embraced her from behind, held he tight for a while, maybe a minute. Then he kissed the top of her head, got the keys out and unlocked one of the cuffs. Very slowly she let her arms drop to her sides. It was a bit confusing, him being both very gently and very demanding on her; if there was a system behind this, she had not found it yet.
“Come, my precious…”
He took her hand and led her out of the room. With some alarm, she noticed that her dress was being left behind. He led her past the door to the stairs to the back yard. Her door was wide open and she could see sunlight and she could hear something that sounded like a dump truck.
“With a little luck, we might be able to leave early today, Zanna, aren´t you exited?”
“Well, maybe..” she said defensively,” but how long do you intend to keep me…your..captive, sir?”
“Dunno yet…a few hour, a few days, why?” he said with a smile.
“But I promised my neighbor that I would bring her car back before 2…
“Oh, don´t worry, we will manage
He gestured for her to lead the way up a metal spiral stairway. They ended up in an office. The lights were off, but there was a large window there facing the back yard. The man opened a fridge and poured her a large glass of white wine. Before giving it to her, he made her call the neighbor and explain that her friend´s uncle would hand over the car. The downside was that he would then know where she was living. The good, though, was that she would get a much needed drink. He also offered her a cigarette. Suzanna hesitated. She hardly ever smoked. But she accepted one and let him light it for her.
“Here is how it is, Zanna, you will be on a break when I allow you to smoke. It will be the only time that you can ask questions or make suggestions. Do you understand?”
Yes…yes I do, sir” she said and took the world´s puff on the cigarette. Then she took a second large zip of white wine. The handcuffs were still attached to her left wrist and rattled when she put the glass down on the table.
“Will you really keep me…captive for days?” she asked, without looking at him.
“That is very possible, yes!”
“Is there any way we can end this when I want to?
“Not really…Do you want this to stop right now, Zanna?
“No, not right now, but maybe later…depends on what happens…”
“Don´t worry, i´ll ask you from time to time.”
That didn´t really ease her mind.
“Can we…can we say that you will ask me again I 2 or 3 hours, sir” she said and emptied the glass.
“We can, Zanna”
he pour a little more, while she took another drag at the cigarette. Without inhaling. She was standing near the back wall, as far from the window as possible. She wanted to ask him about his interest in her behind, but she was afraid of the answer, so she didn´t ask. The man rolled the swivel chair over closer to her. Her cigarette was getting shorter quickly even though she tried not to suck very hard. He had his legs around her legs so she could not really move away from him. There was one or two drags left on the cigarette when she dumped it into a half empty coffee cup that had been left on the table for several days, by the look of things.
“Turn around, precious…”
His voice was soft and she did as he had asked, even though she still had wine in her glass. He took both her hands behind her back and cuffed them together. Tighter this time. The swivel chair fell over as he rose behind her.
“Uuuh..” she gaped as his finger penetrated her rear once more. Her forehead became a maze of deep furrows. She should have had been more specific about what she wanted him to do and especially what she did not want him to do, she had the chance, but she didn´t take it. She could hear him open a drawer. Then she felt something wet and cool on her butt. There was 2 finger now and some kind of lubricant. This was not part of her plan!
He kissed both her buttocks softly. She felt helpless.
“You are my property at the moment, Zanna…”
She nodded silently. This was her fantasy, yet she was still reluctant to give in. Two of his fingers were knuckle deep in her rear, and she didn´t even know his name!
“I may had to…correct you, if you are not…satisfying” he said, with an almost apologetic tone to his voice.
“I…understand, sir!”she said,” but I am new to this..please don´t be too hard on me…”
“You will be trained slowly…but I will get more and more demanding….Because I know that is what you really want me to be…Just like in all those books you left downstairs.”
That may be very true, but she was never going to admit that!
The sound of a zipper being pulled down.
“I know what you are thinking…me being 51 and all, but I work out and I have a very understanding doctor. She is very generous with Viagra-prescriptions…”
Was he that old?
That could not be true, he seemed younger. She had never been with anyone over 24, but older guys had a certain attraction. His fingers slid out of her and she held he breath. Then he pressed his cock against her ass, her poor, tiny virgin ass. Slowly, but steadily he was conquering her.
“It hurts!”
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked while his cock was spearing her deeper every second. She said nothing. This could not be true!
A stranger, a nameless inspector from her old dormitory had her in chains and was forcing his penis up her rear, and she had not really done anything to prevent it. Or rather, she wanted it, had wanted it bad!
Her cuffed hand were trapped between her back and his stomach. Her fists were clenched, but she did not try to push him away. Furthermore, she knew that of of the links in the tiny chain between the cuffs were very weak, She had repaired herself, because it had came off when she inspected it after haven bought it.
Both his hands were on her hips; it was a very firm grip, a little to firm, except for situations like these. He was fucking her ass now, slowly, almost…
Almost…
Almost carefully.
As if he really was trying not be too hard on her as he took her. Took possession of her rear.
“Little whore” he said softly. She moaned loudly in reply. That was all she could do. He did not seem interested in her pussy, just her ass.
He slipped out of her, but just as she was about to relax a little, he penetrated her again. Suzanna moaned softly. Yes, it WAS painful, but not unbearable. The thought of him actually fucking her ass was exciting, the act it self was not. Except, the fact that he was screwing her rear was a manifestation of her status as his prisoner, as his prey. She knew that if one of his fingers just would start to pay her pussy a little attention, she would come so easy.
Then a phone began ringing!
Luckily, it was belonging to the nameless man.
“Be very quiet, Zanna….”
“Yes, sir” she said, her voice no more than a whisper, in spite of the fact that she had his cock up her poor, unfucked behind.
“yes..?”
He was not going to reveal his name that easy. The he slowly pulled his cock all the way out of her again.
“Yes, i´ll be here all day, at least until five or six…but give me a call before you get here, I might be doing something down in the basement…”
She was prepared; her mouth was shut as her began to penetrate her for the third time. Not so careful this time.
“Good…see you then…”
She heard him hang up and put the phone down on the desk next to them.
“Aaaahhhh” she moaned. A little loader than before, but not so loud that it would be noticed if some-one would pass by outside in the back yard.
“Are you my little slave bitch, Zanna?”
She hesitated. He was fucking her now, using slow but deep strokes that made her forehead furrow. He was holding both her hip, a bit too firm.
“Answer me, Zanna”
“I am…You…Slave…Bitch….Sir” she said, in rhythm with his strokes.
“This will take days….”
He was going faster now, but not really fast. She had never been the wildest of the girls on her floor (nor the most prudent), but not even Roxie, Yasmine or Anita had told tales about being handcuffed and fucked in their rear by a stranger!
“Maybe even weeks….
She was feeling dizzy. Her knees were shaking and the pain was present but also becoming a part of it all.
“…Because I don´t think you have anything better to do, bitch….
Faster still…
She knew he was going to come soon. She was wondering how long she could be doing this, before her friends began to wonder where she was. At least until the weekend, possibly longer, since most was away on vacation. The man was moaning louder now. Almost a****l-like sounds, like Lions in the Zoo before feeding time.
The man came in her ass.
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