Abduction (38 page)

As she knelt there in silent fascination, longing, almost, to touch it, she remembered that she was on her knees, remembered that Conrad would make her take it in her mouth. She took in the size of him. It seemed, frankly, impossibly large. And suddenly it looked terribly hard. Fiercely erect. She fought back an urge to cry as she began to panic.

All these thoughts, all these feelings, swept through her in two or three brief seconds before Conrad’s voice broke in on them.

“Well, well. Look at that Devan. I know you’ve not encountered a nice stiff prick before, not in the flesh, so to speak, but trust me, darling, you should be impressed.

Now, Devan, I want you to relax your mouth, and let those pretty, full lips of yours part softly. That’s lovely. Now, Vaughn, with your left hand cradle Devan’s chin. And with your right hand, take hold of the base of your cock.”

Vaughn’s prick was solid as rock but the rest of him felt like Jello. His Jello hands hung helpless at the ends of Jello arms. But then Devan looked up at him with a sweet and reassuring grin, and put her hands on his hips, pulling him a little toward her. She looked nervous, but not frightened. Not as though the thought of taking him in her mouth revolted her. Just nervous. Even a little aroused, it seemed to him. He glanced at Conrad and the determined stare and the steady hand on the tranquilizer gun at his side reminded Vaughn he had no choice.

His heart hammered at his ribs, pounding his blood through him so fiercely he felt almost faint as his fingers circled his cock. Looking down into Devan’s eyes that seemed to be promising trust and submission he lifted his hand under her chin and his chest ached sweetly with this gentle contact.

“Now, Vaughn, put the tip of your cock to her lips, and trace the outline of her mouth.”

Brutal excitement swelled past his fear and angst as Vaughn lightly touched the head of his prick to Devan’s full and sweetly bowed upper lip and as he followed the delicate curves of her mouth, slowly, dipping gently down and to the corner, across her luscious bottom lip to the other corner, and up again, watching as her lips parted a little 343

under his flesh. Remorse mingled with remorse as he realized that he was going to come very quickly once he was in her mouth.

"Now, Devan. Slowly, softly, circle your tongue around the head of Vaughn's cock."

For a moment she couldn't move, but it was only that one short moment. Then, nervous and embarrassed as she was, she opened her mouth a little and put her tongue to him. Tasted him. Inhaled the scent of him. A warm pulse throbbed in her crotch as she began to swirl her tongue along the ridge of the smooth plump dome, taking in the strangely appealing texture and shape of him. Then, at Conrad's command she licked the whole head, letting her tongue curve over it, holding and caressing it. She looked and saw it, a deeper lavender now and shiny with her spit, and her sex throbbed more insistently. Very lightly, as Conrad told her, she touched just the very tip of her tongue to the hole a few times, then licked her lips, pressed them gently to him, and slowly slid the head of Vaughn's prick into her mouth and softly sucked at it for a few moments before pulling back while still exerting that soft sucking pressure.

“Now Vaughn, I want you to put one hand to the back of Devan’s head, and with the other hand, feed her your cock.”

Vaughn wanted to block the knowledge of Conrad’s presence from his mind, but as he did as he had been asked, holding his cock for Devan as he pulled her toward him, Conrad spoke, denying Vaughn his self-deception.

“Be gentle with our girl, Vaughn, she’s never done this before. And you would be a lot for even an experienced girl to handle. Now help her take you all the way into her mouth.”

As Vaughn reluctantly fed her his excited prick, then, following Conrad’s command pushed it deep into her mouth, Devan felt the twinge of a gag reflex. But she had read about these things, and made a conscious effort to relax her throat, to receive Vaughn’s cock to the hilt.

“Now pull it out, Vaughn, give her a little rest. Now take her head in both your hands, and in again, Vaughn, all the way.”

Again and again, following Conrad’s direction, Devan felt Vaughn’s reluctant hands pull her to him, until her face was right against him, his whole cock in her mouth.

Each time she really gagged, and felt her stomach clench in a reflexive spasm. Then Conrad would relent, and Vaughn would pull out, and for a while he'd only push into her mouth part way, driving between her lips, sliding over her tongue, then drawing back before that twinge pulled at her stomach. But then Conrad's insistent command would come, and she would feel Vaughn, hard and thick, driving slowly toward her throat.

Finally, when she thought she couldn't take it any more, as she felt his prick slid in between her lips, slipped back over her tongue, she had figured out how to relax her throat muscles, and she took the whole of thick length.

“I see our girl is a natural,” Conrad commented. She’s already mastered a very important skill."

Devan followed Conrad’s instructions, running a flat, wide tongue stiffly up the underside of his shaft, licking at the little ridge just behind the head, plunging him back into her mouth, sucking and tonguing.

Vaughn had received a lot of blowjobs—most of them from very experienced women. Devan was noticeably a beginner. But the thought of
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before him, swallowing his cock, was so exciting that her lack of experience was more than compensated for. And the thought that this was her very first time, that she had never had a man in her mouth before, as he felt her sucking him, sliding him back into her mouth over her slippery tongue, charged him with an extra thrill. Devan. On her knees. Mouthing his hard cock. She was going to make him come.

Now that he was in her mouth though, now that he'd been forced past his guilty horror at participating in her coercion, the thought of ejaculating in her mouth struck him with fresh guilt, and he willed himself to hold back. She went on, sucking and licking him less and less tentatively, sliding the tight ring of her lips up and down his hard shaft, taking him deep into the moist heat of her mouth with increasing eagerness, making it harder and harder for him to resist.

Conrad must have observed Vaughn straining because he suddenly came out with, "What are you trying to do to the poor girl, Vaughn? Give her lockjaw? She's going to taste your come sooner or later, whether it's now or an hour from now. So you may as well do her a favor and let go. And when you come, Vaughn, I want you all the way back in her throat. Hold her right to you."

God, he hated that man. God, he needed to come. He couldn't hold out forever, not the way she was holding him, her hands curved against his ass, caressing him now and then, pulling him to her, her fingers flexing now and then, perhaps unconsciously with her own anticipation of his climax. Not the way she was using her mouth on him more ardently every moment. Not when he heard her little groan that convinced him that she really was excited by what she was doing. Suddenly the thought of getting off in her mouth excited him beyond the limits of his self-control and his climax surged through 346

him. Vaughn stifled a moan as his came, pushing himself all the way into her mouth, pumping his orgasm into her throat in pulsing waves of pleasure that seemed to ripple in sync with the feelings of guilt, excitement, anger, and adoration successively washing over him.

Devan felt Vaughn stiffen, felt the hard cock in her mouth spasm and contract, felt the first spurt of warm liquid, then three or four more pulsing spatters.

“Swallow that come like a good girl,” Conrad told her.

Spinning slightly with a feeling of mingled power and pride, overwhelming arousal and concern for the guilt she knew Vaughn must feel she swallowed the strange tasting stuff. There was something elusively but undeniably intimate in taking that stuff of Vaughn's into herself.

Conrad waited a moment, letting Vaughn recover, allowing his breathing to return to normal. Then he told Devan to stand, to return to him. He took her to him, under his wing. He deprived Vaughn of the chance to seek her forgiveness with his eyes.

“Zip up, Vaughn, then get the fire going again, please.” He watched Vaughn carefully, keeping a cautious distance while he had the long iron implements of the fireplace at hand. Devan, he knew, would not gamble with Vaughn’s life. But Vaughn might very well gamble his own.

When Vaughn had finished his chore Conrad told Devan to sit on the center cushion of the sofa, in front of the fire. She did as she had been told. Then Conrad told Vaughn to kneel in front of her. Vaughn gave Conrad a cold, determined look, a look meant to warn Conrad that his deeds would not, ultimately, go unpunished. Then he 347

went down on his knees before Devan. Conrad moved up behind Devan, leaning his elbows on the back of the sofa so his face was just next to hers.

“Have you seen Devan’s tits, Vaughn?”

Vaughn looked up at her, saw her blush.

“No.”

“Tell me something, Vaughn. When you straddled her the other day, held her down and jerked off over her, why didn’t you pull her shirt up just a little higher and come on her tits?”

Vaughn was in a paroxysm of rage. Of utter humiliation. How had Conrad known? Why was he asking this question? No doubt to remind Vaughn that he was no better than Conrad. They had both assaulted Devan, terrified her, molested her.

“I see I’ve struck a nerve. You feel guilty, ashamed for having done that to her.

But knowing dear Devan as I do, and seeing how well the two of you have been getting on the last couple days, I know you needn’t feel so bad.” Then putting his lips by her ear but keeping his eyes on Vaughn he purred, “I’ll bet the memory of you shooting your come all over her belly is making her hot as we speak. Am I right Devan?”

Her voice was quiet with guilty excitement as she breathed out a "yes."

“Now, answer my question, Vaughn. Why didn’t you pull up her shirt and come on her tits? It is the obvious choice, after all.”

“Because I knew she didn’t want that.”

“She didn’t want you to see her tits?”

“No.”

“Let me understand. She runs from you in terror. You chase her into the woods, catch her, drag her, pleading for mercy, back to the cabin, throw her on the bed, threaten her, whip out your dick and beat off, making her watch. But you didn’t come on her tits because she didn’t want that?”

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry, Vaughn, I don’t follow.”

Devan was looking at Vaughn, her eyes filled with tears of sympathy for the agony Conrad was inflicting on him.

“She’s shy. Modest.”

“And even as you jerked off inches from her face, you wouldn’t violate that modesty?”

“No.”

“But you know, Vaughn, it’s the violation that’s so exciting. For Devan, I mean.” He reached back and tucked the tranquilizer gun into his belt. Then, reaching over the back of the sofa, over Devan’s shoulders, he delicately took the top of her garment in his fingers. Devan stiffened, closed her eyes. It had been far easier for her to give head to Vaughn than it was to sit there and let Conrad expose her to him. It had even excited her, hearing Conrad’s orders, feeling Vaughn respond, pushing himself deep into her mouth. But this was almost unendurable.

“Don’t look away, Vaughn. The point of this scene is for you to watch as I bare her breasts.”

He slipped the elastic down. In a reflex she crossed her arms over her chest.

“Put your arms down by your sides, Devan. Let Vaughn have a nice long look at you.”

Reluctantly she let her arms drop back to her sides. The long silence in which she was hyper-aware of her nakedness was torture. She felt her nipples tighten in the cool air, knew that Vaughn was looking, noticing, and that Conrad was reading everything in Vaughn’s face. Then Conrad’s hands were on her, caressing her before Vaughn’s eyes. She was on the verge of embarrassed tears. Unbearably softly, like a lover, he curved his fingers around the outer curve of her breasts, then ran his fingertips up, over her nipples, making them stiffen all the more. He ran his fingertips round and round the dark taut circle of skin, and lightly squeezed. Her breath was quickening with arousal now. Then new embarrassment as she knew that Vaughn would sense her excitement. As she began to subtly squirm, as her breaths metamorphosed into soft sighs, Conrad ceased his maddening caresses and pulled the sheer fabric back up, covering her breasts once more. The quiet after was as excruciating, as humiliating as the act itself. She could not look at Vaughn.

Conrad watched as Vaughn’s face was contorted in successive waves by his hatred for this man holding them hostage, anguished longing for the girl sitting between them, and consuming self-loathing. Conrad was enjoying Vaughn’s torment as much as Devan’s reluctant, conflicted excitement.

“Now, Devan, my darling, please scoot up to the edge of the sofa. Good girl. I’m putting an extra cushion here for you. Now recline back. Are you comfortable? Good. I want you nice and relaxed.”

He had arranged a cushion behind her so that while her hips rested at the edge of the sofa, her back inclined gently upward and her head, supported by another pillow, was inclined to look down, toward Vaughn. Conrad let his lips graze her ear as he whispered,

“Now Vaughn is going to go down on you, love.”

“Conrad, please—”

She had long ago stopped protesting Conrad’s requests. Or, rather, his demands. But this one, she couldn't take it. Of course if Vaughn had initiated such a course of adventure on his own, because he had wanted it, last night, later this night if their attraction had been allowed to unfold along its natural course, she would have been eager. But to have him ordered to do it, tears of humiliation welled up, her chest heaved with a barely suppressed sob.

“Sshhh. Of course you’re shy, love, but I’m dead certain that Vaughn has been aching to taste you. Am I right, Vaughn?

“Yes.”

Vaughn’s voice was not tight with resentment, as it had been until now. It was soft now. And warm. Even seductive.