Abduction (19 page)

Nibbling. Licking, her tongue warm and soft. It gave me the shudders but my cock was raging. She slid down and started licking and biting my thighs and I knew where this was going, knew that in a few seconds I'd feel her mouth on my cock and the thought flooded my dick with another violent surge of blood.

But she sat up and looked at me. I don't know what she saw on my face then.

Horror? Desire? She gave me a big, plastic Barbie smile of pink pink lips and white white teeth, her big blue eyes sparkling but frighteningly vacant. No, maybe not vacant.

Veiled. Like everything behind was sealed off.

"I'm gonna show you what you've been missin', baby. I'm gonna show you how good I am, how good I can make you feel. You don't have to do a thing, baby. Just relax."

Like I had a choice. She tucked her hair behind her ears and when she bent down again I had a clear view of her face, her tits, my cock. She took me in her hand and I caught my breath, still terrified, but Christ I was hard. I wished my cock would go limp in her hand, that she'd leave in frustration.

No. That's not true. What I really wanted at that point, however scared and creeped out I was, was for her to suck me. I wanted to blow my wad in the back of crazy Barbie's throat. I wanted that at least as bad as I wanted her to clear out. Maybe I wanted it more.

"God, Vaughn, you've got a beautiful cock."

Holding it in one hand she traced over it with the index finger of her other hand like it was the most fascinating thing she'd ever seen, and I felt every little touch as her fingertip went slowly around the head of my prick, down the shaft, and down, wandering over my balls. Then she started nuzzling against my dick, rubbing the head and shaft against her cheek, burying her nose in my pubes, sniffing in a big whiff of me, still sniffing at me as she drew her face up the length of my shaft again. It was like she 165

actually fucking adored the thing, and I was starting to really want her to blow me, to stuff my impossibly hard cock between those glossy pink lips and suck me dry.

Shifting position, sitting between my knees and draping her long tan legs over mine, she bent forward so my cock was framed between her tits, impossibly round and firm. Her light brown nipples were hard and jutting. I watched as she pressed her tits together, then bent to press my dick against the cleavage. She slid them up and down against the underside of my cock. It was ready to burst, it was so fucking hard. Then she let a little valley open up between her tits, leaned forward, and when she pressed them together again my cock was swallowed up between them. She rubbed them up and down, massaging my cock, and I saw the head pop up now and then between those fat globes, then sink down between, over and over. Then she stopped, my prick straining up between those beige hills.

She looked up at me, watching me watch, and licked the tip of my cock. I shuddered and flushed, startled and unbearably aroused, in spite of the freaky situation.

I moaned.

She smiled like she was damn fucking proud of herself. Her long pink tongue flicked out again and swiped at the head of my cock, over and over, wetting the pink dome and the beige flesh of her tits with her spit. The tip of her tongue teased my hole and my body writhed weakly in uncomfortable pleasure.

"Do you want me to suck it, baby?"

She let go of her tits, grabbed the base of my cock in one hand, and wrapped her lips around my shaft. I still couldn't move a muscle. If I could have I might still have shoved her off. Or I might have grabbed her by the hair and rammed my dick into the 166

back of her throat. I hated the crazy bitch. I was terrified, not knowing what was wrong with my body. But fuck, I needed to come. I was actually afraid, at that point, of being abandoned, left with that agonizing hard-on.

She was really putting on a show, lapping my raging hard-on with her long pink tongue really like she was eating an ice cream cone, licking up the length of my shaft again and again, running her tongue around the base over and over, working her way up to the head, not missing one millimeter of my dick. Then she dove down between my legs and started licking and sucking my balls. Her technique was aggressive, bordering on rough. My limp body wanted to squirm with pleasure-pain, with need-fear.

"God, Vaughn. I love your cock. I love that you're so hard for me. Just tasting you makes me wet."

To prove her point she sat up, reached down, and slid a finger into her slit.

"See baby?"

She leaned forward and showed me her finger, shiny wet with her juice. Then she slipped that finger between my lips and wiped it over my tongue and the pungent taste of her filled my mouth. I was as aroused as I was repulsed, smelling and tasting the cunt of this crazy bitch.

Then she sat up on her knees and touched herself for a while, squeezing her big porn-star tits, rubbing and pinching and tugging her nipples in front of my face, playing with her pussy, teasing her glistening slit, rubbing her clit, stuffing a finger inside herself, sliding it in and out, then spreading her lips with her free hand so I could see the deep pink of her, her shiny wet creases as she did it all again. Then she kissed me, biting my lips, pushing her tongue into my mouth.

"God," she whined, biting her lip in another trite seductive pose, "my pussy is so hot for you. Do you want to taste my pussy, baby?"

She maneuvered around and straddled my face. Fuck, that was the weirdest thing, that close-up view of her cunt, swollen and seeping, normally something that would fill me with excitement, anticipation, something that, on its own, would get me rock hard. It shocked me, how revolting and terrifying it was.

My cock was still rock hard. I mean, what guy wouldn't be hard with a girl sucking his rod like it was the best thing she'd ever tasted? But I guess, well, maybe there was more going on with me. I don't know. Even through that nauseating disgust, part of me was responding sexually to her—to fucking psycho-Barbie. Not just to her mouth on my cock, but to the smell of her, the sight of her. Shaved smooth except for a trimmed thatch of light brown hair on her mound. The rest bare, her pale outer lips already slightly parted, the pink inner folds already glistening. Rationally, emotionally, it was awful. But, if I'm honest about it, the animal part of me wanted her, wanted her to press her cunt to my mouth.

She lowered herself onto my face. There was nothing I could do. I was too paralyzed to shove her off, and too paralyzed to do what she wanted, even if I had tried.

I felt her, her soft wetness come down over my mouth, warm and smooth. I felt her rubbing her cunt back and forth over my lips, my chin, my nose. She moaned obscenely as she ground over my face. Maybe she did that just to humiliate me—I can't believe she was getting much pleasure out of my flaccid mouth.

Then she tipped forward and started sucking my dick. Except that I couldn't move, it felt like any other blowjob with a stranger. The nerves in my cock were perfectly 168

alert, and the combination of her diligent sucking and the disturbing visceral reaction I was having to the feel and smell of her sitting on my face had me painfully hard. A couple times she pushed down and back hard enough that she was smothering me, her cunt glued over my mouth, my nose buried in her ass, and even in cold panic I couldn't move. Then she would grind forward again and I would desperately suck at the air.

Those moments of suffocation added to my terror and nausea. And, god. Yeah. In a weird way, to my arousal.

I don't know just when I finally managed to really think, beyond just reacting, and start to figure out what was actually happening. Somehow, before she started fucking my face and sucking me, it seemed like kind of a demented joke or something. It seems idiotic now, but until that moment I hadn’t really put together the girl and the fact that I couldn’t move. With her on top of me I finally got it—she'd drugged me. While I was in the shower, she had let herself in and put something in my water. So she could do this, so she could fuck me, so that I couldn’t throw her out, call security, say no. And that was why I was so hard. Not just erect, but so hard it hurt. She'd given me something for that, too. Viagra or some shit.

She went on sucking my cock and humping my face. At first she'd seemed to be kind of going through the motions, rubbing her cunt over me, but she'd started to really get into it, her little grinding movements small and purposeful. With my cock stuffed in her mouth she was whining in that needful, almost-there way.

"Oh god, baby—your mouth feels so good on my pussy. You're gonna make me come, Vaughn."

I didn't take it in then. Or later, even. But ignoring this shit hasn't been working.

So…okay…the thought of her actually coming, me just laying there under her, it was weird. And the weirdness, the depravity of it all, my helplessness in this, even my…my victimization…in some perverse way it thrilled me, charged my dick with new heat.

She kinda pulled up for a second, off my mouth, slurping noisily on my cock, her cunt and ass hovering over me, her thighs shiny with her pussy juice. She touched down on my lips for a second or two, let out a little moan, then lifted off again, ramming my cock deep into her throat, then sliding up and sucking away at it. I was about to come. Maybe she was just waiting for me before getting herself off against my face.

"Yeah baby, that's it. come for me like a good boy. I want to taste you. I want to feel your hot come shooting into my mouth."

Her pathetic porn talk sent me over the edge, and when she pushed my cock between her lips again, sucking the head and sliding down until I was deep her in her mouth, I started to come. At the first spurt she moaned and plastered her cunt over my mouth, twitching against me, moaning and whining over my spasming prick. I kept shooting off in her mouth in the most violent, endless orgasm, and she kept rubbing her cunt on me, and after a few more seconds she really fucking smashed herself down on me and groaned out, and I felt her twat spasming over my lips. After what seemed like an endless minute of this she lifted herself off my face, off my cock, and turned around.

"Oh God, Baby. Oh God," she sighed, dismounting. "Vaughn, baby, you make my pussy feel soooo good."

Now that she was off my face I thought she might leave. Now that I'd come, now that my mind had cleared of that distracting need, the fear and repulsion I'd almost 170

forgotten flooded back. I wanted that bitch to get the fuck away from me. I wanted her gone. I wanted my room and my body back.

"Look at that, baby. Still nice and hard for me."

My cock was stiff as ever thanks to whatever she'd slipped me. She reached down and started stroking it. I wanted her to leave, but my cock was jumping and twitching at the chance of another orgasm. If she kept jacking me like that I'd be raw meat in the morning.

"Oh God, baby, I want to feel that big, beautiful cock of yours in my pussy. You wanna fuck me, don't you? Hmmm? Doesn't baby need a good fuck?"

Paralyzed, I watched as she went up on her knees, her cunt hovering over me, and she took hold of my dick, sliding the head along her slit, whimpering and panting as she rubbed it against her swollen clit.

"Mmmmm, my hot little pussy is soooo wet, so hungry for your cock."

I felt every little thing but it was like being a passive voyeur as she pressed the tip of my dick to her cunt and began lowering herself onto it. My cock just sank into her, perfectly hard and happy, like what I wanted didn't matter at all. She talked as she began to ride me.

"Aw, God!" she squealed as she impaled herself on my erection. "Huh! Hoh!

Fuck, you're so big!"

She moved slowly up and down a few times like it was a freakin' carousel ride.

"God, you feel good inside me. I knew you'd be a great lover."

It was a strange thing to hear, laying there like an inert hunk of dough. It almost made me want to laugh. I don't know if it was that, if she sensed my reaction to what 171

she'd said, or if she had just followed her own train of thought into some dark tunnel, but suddenly her expression of arousal and amusement withered away, her whole face seemed to kind of melt and sag. Her mouth turned down, and a second later she was sobbing. Fucking me, and bawling her damned eyes out.

It didn't matter. Riding my face, sucking me, fucking me, falling apart and crying—all I could do was lay there and let it happen. And wonder why. Who the hell was she? Was she whacked out on something, or just insane? What special psychosis would drive this girl to do such a fucked up, crazy thing? Had we met? Or was she just some whacko fan?

She sat there, straddling me like a goddamned succubus, sniffing all snot-nosed from her crying, my Viagra-fortified rod of steel rammed up her cunt. I was getting more and more uncomfortable. That's a dumb word for it. Wretched, fearful, mortified. I don't know. The fucking…the assault. That was one thing. But this crying—wrenched, body-shaking sobbing—with me inside of her, it was so ugly. So scary. Somehow it was connected to me, the pain this psychotic girl was going through, and I didn’t even know who she was. I was torn between pity and a pure, violent hate.

She had snapped and I was scared of what would happen next, afraid I was about to see the seven faces of Sybil or something. Her fucking slowed down for a minute as she bawled out a few more tears. Then she swiped at her face a couple times, wiping away her tears and smearing her flawless makeup. Red-eyed and sniffly, she half-heartedly went on with her fucking. Why wouldn't she just give it up and go away? It was a pathetic sight, but my cock was oblivious to my disgust. It was just waiting for her to pick up the pace and satisfy it with a good, hard fuck.

After a while she kind of pulled it together again and it was like her moment of painful reality had been a hallucination I'd had. Her eyes were still bloodshot, her nose red, her face streaked with drying mascara trails, but her teasing look had come back, and she started jerking over me again, jogging up and down like she was sitting a trotting horse, her silicone globes bouncing in perfect opposition to the rest of her. And then, as if she hadn't cracked and fallen apart a few minutes earlier, she started up again with the dirty talk.