Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: After nine days I let the horse run free
The object of my desire. That's how I saw her. As an object, a thing, not human. She was too beautiful to be human. I thought of her more as a science experiement, like we conducted in labs in school. A plaything. My plaything. And this, this is our story.
The Object of My Desire - Chapter 2
Having an intimate knowledge of Jessica's apartment made my task much easier. Not just knowing where the bedroom was, or the kitchen, but rather where spare towels would be found, and in which drawer she kept the silverware, and so on. Much easier.
After carrying her into our bedroom (I always thought of it as ours), I quickly secured her wrists with rope and tied the ends to the corners of the headboard. The same with her feet to the footboard. Her apartment was warm, so she had changed into her usual, shorts and a t-shirt. I looked at her long, smooth legs for a moment, then moved on to applying a blindfold to her. The blindfold wasn't so much to keep her from identifying me (I had worn the beard and moustache before) as it was to keep her off-guard. The gag I inserted was most definitely to keep her quiet for the time being.
I knew she'd be awakening any moment now. Tick-tock. Tick-tock.
The slight head movement alerted me to her status. I got up off of the chair and moved close to her.
"Jessica," I whispered, my breath warm on her ear, "wake up, Jessica."
I saw her move a bit more, then the head snapped around and arms and legs tugged at the restraints.
"Jessica, you cannot move, so don't struggle and hurt yourself. You are wearing a blindfold, and the gag in your mouth prevents you from screaming. Now settle down a bit so we can have a conversation."
As I expected, she struggled for at least another twenty seconds. I waited. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. When she settled down I again stage whispered to her.
"My dear Jessica, we are going to have lots of fun this weekend. But first, I have a few important questions for you, if you don't mind. Do you mind if I call you Jessica?"
Her answer was a bit distored by the gag in her mouth, but judging by the vehemance of the response, I gathered she wasn't approving.
"Oh, that's okay, my dear, I'll call you Jessica anyway. Now, my next question is, do you wish to live or die?"
She froze, no movement, just a little trembling.
"Come now, Jessica, it's not advanced calculus, it's a simple question. Do you wish to live or die? Or, shall I choose for you?"
This time there was a response. Twice.
"I'm sorry, I didn't get that. I'll tell you what. I'll remove the gag from your mouth so that you can...talk...among other things...but if you cry out, yell, scream, anything that might attract unwanted attention, you will be punished, severely. Nod your head if you understand."
A quick, vigorous head nod confirmed that as an affirmative.
I carefully removed the gag, but remained vigilant for a few seconds in case she went for the obvious. She didn't.
"Please answer the question."
"I want to live," she said, her voice full of anxiety.
"Jessica, you must listen better," I said, reaching down and taking hold of her breasts, squeezing her nipples with my thumbs and fingers, "I didn't ask if you wanted to live," feeling her squirm from the unwanted contact, " I asked if you wished to live. Do you?"
"Yes, I wish to live. I really do, please, don't hurt me, please..."
"Well Jessica," I said, releasing her nipples, "I may grant you that wish. I just may."
"Please, I'll do anything, I don't want to die, mister."
"Good. Now, please be quiet for a bit, dear."
I retrieved my scissors and started cutting away her t-shirt. She initially jumped at the contact, but quickly settled down. A few snips here and there, and the t-shirt was history. To my delight, it was a front-clasping bra! I traced my fingers across her soft skin, watching her slightly recoil, and then undid the clasp, pulling it away from her body and revealing her large breasts. Her nipples were just the slightest bit engorged, which was perfect for my next move.
Leaning forward, I put my mouth to the nearest one, and sucked it in, my tongue first licking it, and then my teeth closing around it, biting down, not enough to break the skin, but certainly enough to make her jump and whimper. Then I released it, and pulled two objects from my pocket.
"You have wonderful breasts, my dear, simply wonderful."
I could see the color rise in her face. "Thank you."
"Oh, you are welcome, Jessica," and then the two plastic clothes pins closed clamped down around her nipples.
"Owwwwwwwww....that hurts, please don't hur" I interrupted her.
"Jessica, quiet down now. You don't wish me to become angry with you, do you?"
With no reply, I took the scissors and carefully cut away her sweat shorts, and this time I was caught off guard.
"No panties, Jessica?" as I stared at her pussy, exposed in all its glory to my eyes. Not that her pussy was all that unfamiliar to me. I had seen it plenty of times, getting into the shower, in the bedroom, but never in person of course, and, never this close. I moved my face close, very close to her small patch of red curls, and inhaled.
Oh. My. God.
A blood lust set in me, or a pussy lust; call it what you will. I had to possess her.
I quickly moved off the bed and stripped my clothes off, then moved to the foot of the bed and climbed up on it.
Without further preamble, I began licking her pussy, the object of my desire. I was like a kid in a candy store. I licked her lips, up one, then down the other. I licked her pussy hair. I pushed my tongue between her lips, trying to dive deep inside. She had a rich taste, that of a gal who had showered in the morning, and I loved it. No soapy flavoring, just pure pussy. My hands went under her ass and lifted her crotch up to my face, licking, nipping, tongue-lashing, I simply couldn't get enough of her. I attacked her clit with fervor, suckling it, drawing it into my mouth and whipping my tongue across it. In the back recesses of my mind I heard her make some sounds, a combination of desire and horror that her body was betraying her. But this wasn't for her, this was for me. I needed to get this out of my system.
Stopping for just a moment, I undid the slip knot on both of her feet, setting her legs free. Next I pushed them back, back towards her chest, tilting her pussy up at me. It was wet enough.
God didn't make me handsome. God didn't make me charming, or classy, nor did he bless me with much of a conscience. In fact, God didn't do much for me. I think the Devil did. In fact, I'm sure the Devil gave me my cock. He must have. It was slightly longer than the average, measuring in at 8 inches. But that wasn't what made me freakish. It was the girth. When fully engorged with blood, it was just shy of 6 inches around. And right now, it was as hard as I'd ever known it to be. 18 months of meticulous note keeping, of following the object of my desire, of watching her, of loving her...was coming to a head.
I positioned my freak cock at the opening to her pussy, then rubbed the head around a little bit to get it wet with a combination of my saliva and her juices.
"Jessica. You. Are. Mine."
And with that last word, I plunged my cock into her, clamping my hand over her mouth for the scream that I knew was coming. Despite my size, and despite her tightness, I had forced half of my cock between her teenaged pussy lips, spreading them like they'd never been spread before.
A second thrust and continued pushing forced the rest of my cock inside her, my balls flush up against her little asshole. She again screamed into my hand and tried to fight me off, but it was a futile gesture. I was far bigger, far stronger than her, and I was possessed with the desire to plant my seed deep within her womb.
The strokes began, in and out, in and out. Due to my size, her clit was being grazed on each and every stroke, and this was causing her to both lubricate, and become further aroused. I know she was confused, her body accepting this rape and enjoying it, something her mind couldn't fathom.
I removed my hand and replaced it with my mouth, sticking my tongue inside to dance with hers, letting her taste her own pussy on it, then breaking the kiss. My cock continued its pummeling of her tender pussy, one that by my account hadn't been fucked in at least several months.
"Oh god, it hurts, it's too big, but, it feels weird, oh, uh, deep, you go too deep, ow, oh , god, mister, easy, please, mmmmmm, still hurts, but, uh, that's nice, owww, oh, don't know" she babbled on as I felt my cock squeezed by her tight pussy. From this angle, I was going as deep as I could, and I felt the head of my cock bumping into something on each deep thrust. Must be her womb, I thought.
"Come for me, Jessica. Come around my big cock that's fucking your sweet little pussy," I whispered into her ear, knowing my explosion would happen soon.
"Oh noooo...don't wanna' cum, you bastard, um, no," she said back to me.
"If you don't cum, Jessica, and soon, I'm going to pull out and shove my cock into your ass," I hissed.
I knew she needed a push to reach orgasm, so I reached down with both hands and took hold of the clothes pins and pinched them, forcing them to grip her tortured nipples that much harder as I slammed deep into her pussy again and again.
It worked. Too much clit stimulation; her orgasm broke and by the sound of her voice, it was a good one.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh goddddddddddddddddddddddddd, fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk," her voiced strained just as her body strained, her hips rotating to help my cock make maximum contact with her clit.
I felt the cum rise within me and then I was shooting into her, thick jets of hot baby-making sperm racing towards the opening of her womb. I completely emptied my balls in her, resting on top of her, giving my fast-swimmers a fighting chance.
It was only then that I realized the sound I had heard as my balls were emptying in Jessica's pussy was the door locks opening, followed by the opening and closing of the door.
Quickly moving off of Jessica, I shoved the gag into her mouth, grabbed the scissors, and moved to the side of the door.
"Jess, are you in there with someone?"
The sound of her roommate's voice both startled me and was arousing, as I looked down briefly and saw that a few drops of cum had dripped off my semi-hard cock, and splattered on the floor. I put my fingers to my lips in the universal gesture of "be quiet" to Jessica, and then waited.
Soon, I was rewarded by the sounds of footsteps quietly, slowly coming down the hallway.
"Oh my, Jess," said her roommate, bring her hand up to her mouth, "are you having a party?"
Simultaneously, she felt the sting of the tip of the scissors at her throat, my hand go over her mouth, and my voice in her ear.
"Move, and you both die."
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