Rescued: COMPLETE (6 page)

"Wow, you look amazing, naked and on your knees like that," he said.

She blushed again, a combination of pride and shame warring across her face. She was glad to look good, but she knew that good girls didn't kneel naked before a guy, ready to suck his cock.

Maybe she wasn't a good girl any more, but what did that make her? Until a few short months ago, she had always been dutiful and obedient to her religion and her family, both of which would be appalled if they could see her now.

She tamped those thoughts down. Those were her mother's thoughts, not hers, and Tina was going to be her own woman.

He stepped forward and the cock she'd been stroking ended up right on her mouth, smearing precum over her lips and chin.

Immediately, she opened her mouth and let him press his cock inside, just a little bit.

She didn't know what to do then, so she held still and waited for further instructions.

"Lick it, stroke it, suck it?" he asked.

She reached up a shaking hand and wrapped it back around his shaft, stroking a little as she opened her mouth further and darted out her tongue to lick the underside of his shaft.

"Oh, fuck, yeah, just like that" Kenny said, and she knew she was doing better.

She opened her eyes, so that she could see the cock in all of its veiny glory, head hard and red, throbbing a little in her hesitant grip.

She licked around the top of the head a few times, experimentally.

It didn't taste too bad, she realized. A little musky, a little salty, but not unpleasant. Exciting, too. She knew that she was doing something wrong, something forbidden, and the thought warmed her up, making her nipples throb and her clit ache to be touched.

She moaned a little and shut her eyes again, taking the head of his cock into her mouth and starting to suck a little, stroking the shaft to her mouth.

Tina couldn't help herself, reaching up with the hand not on his shaft and rubbing first one and then the other breast, moaning again on on his shaft as she teased her own nipples.

"That's the best show I've ever seen," he said, and she was again filled with that combination of pride and shame.

She felt her body react to the act of touching his cock. Her nipples and clit kept aching more and more, desperate to be touched. She wanted to slip her fingers between her legs, but she didn't know if she could focus on anything else if she did.

She was busy with his cock shaft and cockhead and her own nipples when she heard Kenny above her ask her to look at him.

Without stopping, she opened her eyes and looked up into his face, seeing his kind smile and melting.

"Will you start moving your head on me?" he asked.

Tina leaned forward a little, taking a little more of his cock into her mouth, and then pulled back, never breaking eye contact with him.

"That's right, just like that," he said, "Keep on going."

She leaned forward again, pulled back again, bobbing on the end of his cock, getting his shaft slippery with her spit and his precum, sliding on it so easily that, without even realizing it, on just about every thrust she took a little more of his cock into her mouth. She shut her eyes in concentration without even noticing.

Suddenly, his cock slipped just a little too far into her mouth, and she coughed and gagged suddenly, spluttering and pulling off his cock.

She leaned over, coughing a little, trying to make sure she didn't retch all over the floor.

When she looked up, she saw that Kenny looked concerned and a little confused.

"I'm sorry!" she said. She knew that THAT wasn't what she was supposed to have done.

"No, it's fine, I guess I rushed you a bit," he said, and rubbed his cock, wincing a little.

Tina felt about ready to cry.

"I'm so sorry," she said, "I didn't mean to hurt you, we can try again!"

Kenny shook his head, but he was smiling at her.

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart,” he said, “I fell off my bike the first time I tried to ride it, and my ride survived just fine.”

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“Absolutely,” he said, “It happens sometimes. Let’s call it a day, go out for pie. I could really go for some pie.”

She laughed, and climbed off the bed to retrieve her clothing.

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“Hey, Princess, you’ve been here for six months,” said Stew, “You’ve stopped fucking up all the time.”

“Has it really been that long?” Tina asked, and the big man nodded.

“Looks like your folks aren’t doing shit about you taking Laura,” he said.

“I’m grateful,” Tina murmured.

“How come nobody else has been hunting them down? Little girl suddenly goes missing, people notice,” one of the other men around the bar said.

Tina and Stew both laughed. She picked up a rag and started to wipe down the tables near the conversation.

“Aw, fuck off, don’t rush us out of here,” someone complained, walking back from the men’s room, adjusting his belt.

“It’s dawn, Larry,” Tina said, “You told me I can rush you at dawn.”

Larry squinted out the window.

“Shit, it sure is,” he said, and shrugged.

“I’m serious,” the first speaker, one she didn’t know as well, insisted, “How the fuck did you get away with stealing a little girl?”

Tina grimaced.

“Our parents didn’t trust the government,” she said, “Home births, home schooling. I am not sure she ever had a birth certificate or social.”

The biker’s braying laugh sprayed beer all over the table.

“They fucked themselves over but good,” he said, “Not dumb enough to make the government keep track of their kid, not smart enough to do it themselves.”

Tina laughed, too.

“That sounds about right, actually,” she said.

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Tina picked up a wrench and dropped it again. Inspecting her hands, she wrinkled her nose at the grease smears.

“Kenny?” she asked.

“Mm?” he replied, looking closely at some part of his bike that she was supposedly learning how to help him fix.

“Did you mean it, that you’d like to tie me up and spank me sometime?” she asked.

He dropped the flashlight he was holding and sat up straight.

“Yes, fuck, yes. I love a little slap and tickle, but I have had girlfriends who didn’t, and that’s totally cool. Sex is still fun and awesome without it,” he said.

“When I came, it was because I started thinking about you doing it to me,” she confessed.

“That is the hottest thing you’ve ever said,” he told her, and she rolled her eyes.

“You keep saying that,” she said.

"Oh, sweetheart, it’s because you keep getting hotter. You really want me to tie you up and spank you?" he asked.

"Now, please," she whispered.

"I think that that can be arranged," he murmured,”Is there anything else you think is hot you want to give a try?”

She squirmed.

“Uh, some of the guys in the bar talk pretty dirty to their girls, even in public,” she said, “They call them ‘slut,’ and talk about how much they need, uh.”

“Need what?” Kenny asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Please don’t make me say it!” Tina blurted out, blushing bright red.

“How much the biker whores need their big fat dicks?” Kenny asked.

Tina nodded.

“Do you want to be my biker whore?” he asked.

“Um, I think, well, not all the time, but yes,” Tina admitted.

“I’m okay with that. You can be my part-time good girl, part-time biker slut,” he said, “I have a question, though.”

“Yes?” she asked.

“If you want to be a slut, are you going to let me fuck you someday?” he asked.

She swallowed.

He had never brought this up before, never pushed her, let her suggest the next thing to try.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes,” she whispered again.

“When?” he pressed.

“Any time, I’m already yours,” she said, without thinking.

“Do you mean it?” he asked, “Is your cherry mine to take when I’m ready?”

She nodded.

"Help me find something to tie you up,” he ordered.

She obediently looked around for something, and found a few lengths of rope within easy reach.

"Would these work?" she asked.

"Yes, I think that they'd do nicely," he said, "I liked it when you called me 'sir,' Tina, you should keep doing that."

"Yes, sir," she said, looking at the floor, still holding the rope out for his approval.

"That's only two pieces, though, I'd like to tie all four of your limbs, make this easy for me" he said, grinning at her. He clearly knew perfectly well that he could tie her up with what he had.

She looked around the room, trying to figure out anything else that could be used.

"Go ahead and find just one more, and we'll see about spanking that tight ass of yours before I fuck it again," he said, sitting at his ease by his bike. She saw that his cock was hard, straining against his jeans.

That cock did not frighten Tina, but her own desire for it did. She’d gotten better at sucking it, but she still hadn’t felt it inside her. What would she do if she let her passion win out against her better sense? Who would she be?

"Oh, you have a belt!" she blurted out, "That's three!"

"So I do!" he said, "My belt is being reserved, though. It doesn't count as a tie, but trust me, you'll feel it."

She gulped. His belt was long and thick, made of good leather that looked unforgiving when she viewed it in that light.

"I don't know of anything else, sir," she whispered.

"Did you check everywhere?" he asked.

"No," she said. She started looking through his drawers and, finally, crawled on her hands and knees to check under the workbench.

"That's a lovely view if I've ever seen one," Kenny told her, and she blushed, feeling that strange combination of shame and delight that welled within her whenever he complimented her debauchery.

Finally, under the bench, she found a third piece of rope, that she pulled out even though it was greasy, dusty, and horrible. It must have fallen out of the trash can.

Did she want to show it to Kenny? She knew she had initiated the spanking, but now that it was coming, did she really want to take it?