Finally he lifted his head. She could feel his gaze on her face, but she kept her eyes closed. She felt the lift of the mattress, and then the give as he sat beside her. She turned and opened her eyes to see what he was doing.
James was reaching again into the duffel bag. This time he pulled out her tube of personal lubricant. He reached for the vibrator and squirted the clear gel over its shiny rubber head. Scooting again between her legs, he touched the gooey head of the vibrator to her entrance and began to press it inside her. Kelsey tensed against the invasion, but he was persistent, pushing it until she was filled with the hard rubber phallus. He switched it on and it began to pulse inside her with a steady hum.
“Christ, you look so fucking hot like that, Kelsey. You have no idea.” James lifted himself from the bed and reached for his discarded jeans. Pulling his cell phone from a pocket, he aimed it in her direction and snapped several pictures. Setting the phone on the night table, he resumed his position between her legs.
James licked two fingertips and placed them against her clit. His touch was surprisingly light, his fingers moving delicately in a perfect counterpoint to the vibrator thrumming away inside her. In spite of herself, in spite of the fear, the pain in her leg, and her exhaustion, Kelsey felt herself succumbing to the barrage of stimulation. It was easier to give in than to fight, and she surrendered to the sensations.
“That’s it, baby. Oh, yeah. Do it. Do it for me,” James urged, his fingers moving in a flurry over her throbbing clit.
Kelsey tried to shut out his voice. She tried to forget that her hands were bound to the headboard, or that she was held captive in a madman’s clutches. She focused on the pleasure radiating from her groin and let a moan pass her lips as the tremor of a climax spiraled out from her core. She felt the vibrator’s speed and pulsation intensify. James began to move it in and out of her in a thrusting motion. In spite of her hatred of the man doing this to her, another climax moved through her body, this one more powerful than the last.
He kept at it, never giving her a moment to recover. “Enough,” she finally moaned. “Please.” She tried to close her legs, but the way James was positioned between them made it impossible.
“More,” James insisted. “Give me everything you’ve got. I want it all.”
On and on it went, James’ fingers coupled with the pulsing phallus inside her pulling orgasm after orgasm from her exhausted body until Kelsey, sweating and panting, began to tremble uncontrollably.
“Please,” she managed to gasp, “too much. It’s too much. No more.” Her moans edged up into a wail and she felt like she was going to pass out.
Finally, finally, he relented, withdrawing his fingers. He flicked off the vibrator and pulled it from her soaked cunt, though she continued to feel the echo of its pulse inside her.
James moved to sit beside her, his cock erect along his thigh. He reached for the cider bottle and held the straw to her lips. Kelsey drank gratefully and realized she was starving. James let her finish the cider and then set the bottle down.
“Please untie me, James,” she begged. “I need to use the bathroom and I’m really hungry. My leg hurts.”
“Soon,” James said. “First there’s this to take care of.” He lifted himself over her and straddled her chest, gripping his large, fully erect cock and pointing it at her mouth. The head was purple, a drop of pre-come hanging from the tip.
“Open wide,” he ordered, leaning forward as he guided his shaft toward her face.
Kelsey turned her head aside, pressing her lips together. She could taste the bile at the back of her throat.
“Hey!” James shouted. “You got yours. Now I get mine. Don’t make me hurt you, Kelsey. Do what I say.”
He gripped her jaw with hard fingers. “Open your mouth. Do it, girl.” His voice was hoarse as he tugged at his cock, his stroke hard and quick. His body was heavy on her ribs, his balls settling between her breasts as he jerked at his shaft.
With a sudden movement, he reached out and slapped her across the face. When Kelsey gasped in pain and surprise, he shoved his penis into her mouth, pushing it deep until she gagged.
“Yeah,” he moaned, “that’s what I’m talking about.” He began to thrust, each time going deep and making her choke. His balls hit her chin with each stroke, his thick, hard member filling her mouth.
At that moment Kelsey actually welcomed the throb of pain in her calf. She focused on it, letting it distract her from what was happening. This couldn’t go on forever. He had to come soon. Please, come. Come, come, come, you fucking asshole, you bastard, you prick.