This is part two of many (probably seven, if I have the time and motivation) to my other story.
I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t leave her there—like that. She was too beautiful, bitch that she was. I ran back to the little clearing, and saw her lying on the ground. Not dead! She was sputtering and shivering in cold, but alive. I quickly knelt beside her and untied her bonds. I started CPR, hoping that one training course I took in high school was worth it. After a little while she sputtered more, and then started to breathe easily. But she was still unconscious. Good, I thought, I’d rather not have her screaming rape while I try to help her. I reclothed her and slung her over my shoulder, walking back towards the bus stop. We didn’t wait long ‘til another bus came around. When the driver stopped and opened the door, he looked suspiciously at the unconscious girl slung over my shoulder.
I looked at him with a sheepish grin as I spoke. “Heh, my girlfriend had a bit too much to drink.” Begging that it would work, what would I do if it didn’t? He grinned, nodded, and gave a little laugh. We stepped on and I paid—for two of us. It was very early, so there was no one else on the bus. I didn’t even know they ran this early. I moved to the back, anyway, away from the driver, and sat her down in a seat. I sat next to her. As the bus started moving again, I couldn’t help but peer over her perfect figure yet again. 5’2’’ couldn’t be more than 100 pounds, and not an inch of fat on her. Her hair was wavy and brown, and dropped just below her shoulders. While I couldn’t see them now, her eyes were a gorgeous grey. They looked like clouds swirling in the sky, bright and lifelike, but with a hint of the storm about to come. Angry eyes for such a pretty girl. Her face still had some blood on it, from the crushing blow I’d given to her nose, but I found this didn’t diminish my arousal at all, if anything, it increased it. I looked down from her face, to her light blue blouse, now with half its buttons missing and the other hastily closed as to keep her at least a little warm. I could see the gorgeous swell of her breasts, pressing against the fabric. She had been rather cold, so her nipples were like needles, sticking through the garment's front. Christ, I thought, that’s not the only thing poking through fabric. I looked at them again, and then to the front of the bus. The driver was driving along, paying us no mind… so; I grabbed the one on the right, closest to me, and squeezed it gently. God, they were the perfect size, fitting perfectly in my big palms. I jerked my hand away suddenly—I had done enough to her, she didn’t deserve this, too. I pulled the cord indicating the bus to stop, and got off to my apartment building. I walked up to my two room with her still slung over my shoulder. The first thing I did was bring her to my bathroom—she needed to be cleaned up pretty badly. I stripped her down and lowered her in the tub, not able to tear my eyes away from her blood and semen soaked crotch. How could I have done that? Oh God, but I so wanted to again… I started the water and watched as it filled the tub and turned red. When the tub filled I left the room, not really wanting to be in there anymore. I went to watch some TV in the living room/kitchen but I couldn’t. After just sitting there for a while, I heard a cry from the bathroom, and rushed in. Samm was rubbing at herself with her hands, hard, and crying. “God, god, what is this…? What happened? Scott!” She cried out, scrubbing all the harder. I walked up and put my hand on her shoulder, hushing her softly “It’s ok Samm, I’m sorry about what happened, but it’s ok…” I saw her again, nude like that, and I couldn’t stand it. I felt the swelling in my pants again, and looked to her face.
“I’m sorry Samm, I have to.” I pulled her out of the tub, and had her kneel on the ground in front of me. “Please, no, no, not again…” She cried out softly. I unzipped myself, and pulled my hard member from my pants, pushing it into her mouth. She cried around it. “Suck it now.” I commanded, she did so, realizing I would hurt her if she didn’t. My penis is probably about 8 inches long and not even half of it was in her mouth. I wondered how much I could get in. I grabbed the back of her head and shoved, forcing another couple inches in. She gagged slightly but I pushed some more, relishing the amazing tightness as I slid into her throat. The muscles squeezing at me and her spit lubricating me as I slid in and out of her tight passage, her choking throughout it all. After a short time, I grew tired of this, and slid out of her mouth. She spit out bile and pre-cum, a disgusted, angry look on her face. She was so willful, it was gorgeous.
Smiling down at her still kneeling form, I spoke, intending to be kind to her, "Thanks, I did need that. You're really quite beautiful when you're not bitching, you know?" she didn't respond, and only looked up into my face her eyes flashing defiance and rage. I lavished in the glow of this berating look, my erection only increasing. But, contrary to what I felt (not in my heart, of course), I pulled up my pants and closed the door, leaving her kneeling in my bathroom. I wedged a chair underneath the doorknob, to keep her in until a more suitable permanent residence could be found. For that is what I had decided, I would keep her. Like a little pet she would stay with me for as long as I required. I felt confident that I could get her to trust me. She was beautiful, and willful, but not very smart. I was smart, I could control her. And if not, well... I'd break her, like a disobedient horse, in any way that was needed. Hmm, but I had been expelled? She could help there, too, I think. Yes she could. I knew she had a job, but no family, so that might work in my favour...
I went to sleep with these pleasant thoughts in my head, and dreamed of only her. In my dream, I found her lost in the woods. She was scared and didn’t know what to do, clothes torn by snagging branches and a face stained with tears. I took my jacket off and draped it around her, the massive cloth looking like a curtain surrounding her small frame. “Come with me, you’ll be alright.” I say quietly, and lead her away from the woods. Suddenly we’re no longer there anymore and are in her home, a gorgeous stone palace, more suitable to a university building than a home. We’re in her room, not a disgusting pink coloured and fluffed idiocy, but a dark-green space of intellect and thought. Lining the walls are bookshelves, filled with classics and contemporary pieces alike, from Hunter Thompson to Homer. I turn to the bed, a massive four-poster red-oak carved behemoth. It’s covered with soft tan linens and in the middle of the beast she lies. Not broken and bloodied as I saw her in the forest, but resplendid in her own space. Red velvet robes smother her form and her hair fans outside behind her head resting on her pillows, a book in hand. She turns to me and speaks, in an angelically lilting voice, caressing my ears with her words. “Scott. Thank you for helping me, before. Come here, I have a reward.” As I walk towards her, she sits up. The cloth falls from a shoulder, baring it to the pleasantly warm air of her room, even this slight exposure thrills me, and I’m hard already. At the side of her bed, she puts a hand on my stomach; as high as she can reach from her seated position and I stop, standing still. She slowly unties a velveteen belt from around her waist, and allows the robe to fall open, freeing her body, the cloth falling in a soft halo around her pale form. A Goddess! A Goddess visits my dreams and leaves herself before me! Then she spoke again, the soprano tone shaking my chest and stirring me further.
“Anything you want. I will lie still and you can do anything you wish with me, that is your reward.”
Her hand drifted from my stomach to my zipper and opened it, and then she laid her head back on the pillow and stared at me, a small smile playing in her eyes and on her lips. I quickly stripped down, and climbed atop her linen fortress, and tears left my eyes with the beauty I had access to now. I kneeled over her, my knees beside her hips and my body spread out over her own, and I starting licking her face. Her forehead, eyebrows, eyes, nose, and face. I covered it with kisses and my saliva. I slid my body forward so that my penis hovered over her face, and started rubbing its head all over her face, drizzling paths of precum over it and stopping at her closed lips. With my hand, I gently levered open her jaw and eased my penis inside. She welcomely began to lick her oral guest, though no outward sign would be obvious. I eased myself in and out of her mouth, suction lovingly holding me tightly as often as she could manage. After a short while of this treatment, I felt nearly spent and removed myself.
Still kneeling on the bed, I slowly dragger her unmoving form to the edge of it, where I dismounted. Dragging her lower body to the edge as well, I bent her legs over the side of the bed, and flipped her over so her face was pushed into the plush bedspread. Her feet didn’t touch the ground, and I stood behind her. Taking her slim hip into my left hand, I slowly kneaded downward to her bum, feeling the soft flesh roll under my fingers and exciting me even further. Then, holding her tightly by the hip, I used my right hand to slowly guide myself within her tight passage. Securely within, I took both hands to her hips and began to slowly rock forward. A quiet moan which she tried to cover escaped her lips as I slid forward, and a deep grunt escaped my own. I made no attempt to hide it.
Now in her self-lubricated tunnel I slid in and out with still great effort, her wonderfully tight opening forming itself to my shape. I slid in and out, feeling her muscles grip me. I slowly built in pace, no longer holding her by the hips, but now nearly laying overtop of her, my hands squeezing tightly her breasts and my hips pounding into the back of her, the sound of my testes muted slapping heavily on the hanging blankets. I began grunting roughly, her bottom pink from the heavy smashing of my thighs, and her moans now evident and high pitched, building in pressure I slap forward again and again, finally pulling her towards me with all that I can, and then I wake up.