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| They were both staring at him, Devan seemingly trying to read his mind, Vaughn somehow managing to hold on to that perpetual glare of violent hatred without which, at this point, he'd be almost unrecognizable. Fun this. Being the center of attention. Conrad gave his hostages a little grin and went back to his reading. Delicious. Indescribably gratifying, not to mention damned fucking arousing, reading this new diary of hers. Her familiar hand, slanting so narrow and spare, her familiar diary voice, not like her prose voice. All about them. The things he'd said to her. The way he'd touched her. How he'd made her feel. All those moments they'd shared, gathered up together on the pages in his hands, giving themselves up to him, every little sensation and emotion he'd guessed at as he guided her from one experience to the next, laid bare for him. And then the cabin. Tom and his fucking droogs. He should never have taken her there. But it was alright now. Better than alright. Really bloody interesting, this new…situation. Conrad closed the cover on Devan and Vaughn's odd little burgeoning romance. "Well, well, sweet Devan. It seems you wanted me to fuck you, after all." Her burrowing gaze withdrew, and her hot cheeks and stunned eyes made her look as if she'd just been slapped. "I suppose I could take this" he held up the diary, "as that invitation I've been waiting for." Her little mouth was so pretty, with those softly parted lips, whenever she panted like that. He stood, stepped over to her, offered his hand, waited until she reluctantly took it, and drew her up from the sofa. Vaughn's hot stare only piqued Conrad's arousal as he turned her away then pulled her hard against him, feeling his stiff cock pressing eagerly against her scantily covered bottom. "How does that sound, Devan?" He pressed his hand to her belly and drew it slowly up, until the curve of his thumb and forefinger met the curve of her breast. He relished the tense anticipation of her body as she waited in vain for a more intimate caress. Down. His hand slid down, slipped under the hem of her gown, and teased her, fingering the border of her knickers just at the tempting crease where thigh meets pelvis. "Hmmm? Are you ready for a nice, slow, sensuous fuck?" He would have bet that her lovely gray eyes had gone bright with tears but he knew, knew absolutely, that his words made her wet elsewhere, as well—Vaughn or no Vaughn. "I think you are, darling." With one long, slow tilt of his hips he slid his stiff prick along the tempting crevasse between her pretty, round ass cheeks. "Let's not rush things, though." Conrad let her go and returned to his armchair. "For starters, Devan, how about a nice blowjob?" He watched that just-slapped look alter her features again, but it was a memory almost before he was sure it was real. Her momentary shock morphed into stoicism, then into something he'd never seen with her. Brazenness. She strode to him, one corner of her mouth subtly raised. Her eyes locked on his, she dropped to her knees and reached for his fly. "Well," Conrad said, catching her hand in his, "aren't you the eager little vixen all of a sudden?" Somehow those dark eyes of hers didn't match her confident little smirk. "Don't think I'm not touched by your enthusiasm. But I can't help wondering what's brought it on. Besides…" He turned from Devan's perplexed visage toward her ever-enraged lumberjack. "…we haven't decided yet who should receive your…attentions." There, that changed his expression. "We can't just leave Vaughn eternally cuffed to the door while you and I have all the fun, now can we, Devan?" Ah, the poor girl. Just when she'd mastered herself. Ready to cry again. Back to Vaughn. "Now, I'm going to ask Devan to release you from your bonds. But I warn you…" With a smile he waved the tranquilizer gun before Vaughn. "…if you're not nice and cooperative, as Devan's learned to be, you'll feel the sting of a couple more darts. And when you wake up, I promise, you'll find yourself, and Devan, in a much more challenging predicament." He turned to Devan. "Go ahead and uncuff him, love." She stood and, with an unsteady hand, took the small key being proffered by Conrad, then walked over to Vaughn. After a long, serene gaze she began working the tiny key in the metal cuffs. "Devan—" "Please be quiet, Vaughn. I can't have the two of you chatting just now. Tell him, Devan." "Vaughn," she said in a soft, sweet voice, pressing a palm to his cheek, "just do everything Conrad asks, and everything will be alright. And don't—" Conrad cut her off. "Come back over here by me now, Devan. Vaughn can unlock the second cuff on his own." When Vaughn was free of the cuffs, Conrad instructed him to stand in the center of the floor, in the open space between the dining table and the hallway leading off to the bedrooms. Vaughn and Conrad stood, facing each other, Devan between them. Conrad's hands were resting lightly on her shoulders. Vaughn's body was a rock ready to shatter. "I have a question for you, Vaughn. You've been living here, all alone, with this lovely girl, whom you've not fucked. Tell me—and be very sure you don't lie, or it is Devan who will be punished for your transgression—have you been dreaming of the day when your sweet little Devan would take you in her mouth, and give you a nice, long blowjob?" Rage and embarrassment flushed his face. He had imagined it. Of course he had. Over and over he had pictured her mouth on him, just as he had imagined going down on her. Devan, next to naked before his eyes, gave Vaughn a small smile, half comforting and half suggestive, to encourage and guide his reply. Vaughn, remembering what Devan had written in her diary, mindful of the flogging he had witnessed a few hours earlier, believing Conrad would do something to Devan if he gave any other answer, said "yes." "Yes. Of course you have. It's only natural, isn't it, for a young, virile man like yourself to imagine a lovely girl like this, down on her knees, sucking you off. I suppose you've masturbated, thinking these sorts of thoughts?" "Yes," Vaughn growled through clenched teeth. "What a fine, honest gentleman you've found yourself, Devan," Conrad cooed in her ear, all the while keeping his lascivious eyes on Vaughn, watching his reaction. "I'm beginning to like him immensely. Vaughn, take a cushion from the couch, and bring it back to where you're standing now." "No." Dammit, it was hard not to smile at the poor fellow's futile challenge. "No?" "No," Vaughn repeated. "Tell me something, Vaughn. Is it really the case that your imagination is so limited that you can't conceive of anything worse I might conjure up for the two of you?" Conrad savored a quiet moment as Vaughn stood there, silently shaking. "It would be no trouble at all, for example, to arrange to have you cuffed back to that door. Then, perhaps it would be fun to have Devan suck us both off." Vaughn's look of horror was really quite amusing. "Can't you just picture it? Sweet Devan down on her knees, my cock in one hand, yours in the other, as her warm, wet mouth goes from your prick to mine and back again? Of course, that's an awful lot to ask of a girl as inexperienced as Devan, but I know she'd manage." Conrad let Vaughn's lack of real options sink in for a moment. "Now, if you don't want to bring out my really nasty side, I suggest you get that cushion." Vaughn did as he was told. "Now drop it at your feet." O O O O O Jesus fucking christ, what was the twisted fuck doing? Vaughn's heart was racing with anger at not being able to stop this. God, poor Dev. "Devan, go over and kneel on that cushion Vaughn has put there for you." She knew where Conrad's deviant mind was going, what was certainly about to happen, and she felt overwhelming fear rising up in her. She did not want it like this. God, not like this. She could have borne the humiliation of it with Conrad alone, or her nervousness at the newness of it with Vaughn patiently, gently teaching her. But all of it mixed together, no. No, no, no. Her dread seemed to have drained all the blood out of her. She felt light and empty, like she might float off, unconscious. But then she glanced at Vaughn. Oh, she wanted to cry, he looked more frightened, more miserable than she felt. There was no way of stopping this, of deterring Conrad from the thing he had planned. All she could do was do her best to make it easier on Vaughn. Holding Vaughn's gaze with hers, silently willing him to accept what was happening, she approached him, then dropped to her knees before him. "Are you aware, Vaughn, that our sweet Devan has never had a prick in her mouth? Hmmm? That she's never so much as held a man in her hands? Conrad let that one go unanswered. "For the sake of aesthetics, Vaughn, let's have you take off your shirt." He complied. "Now, Vaughn, unbuckle your belt." His fingers trembled as he brought them to his buckle. With Devan kneeling there inches in front of him as he unfastened his belt, Vaughn could not suppress the stirrings of an erection. He hated Conrad for doing this to them. He hated himself. "Now unfasten your trousers. Are you getting hard, Vaughn?" Vaughn was silent. "Please don't make me remind you again that your disobedience can only hurt Devan. Kindly answer my question. Are you getting hard?" "Yes." His voice was broken with resentment. "Don't sound so upset, Vaughn, Devan would have been disappointed with any other reply. Now, pull out your cock and let Devan have a look." His hands cold with fear Vaughn pulled the band of his boxers down below the base of his cock. It stiffened with a twitch in such proximity to Devan's mouth, her full, soft lips. He hated this—the humiliation, the coercion, but God, the sight of her there, the thought of it, aroused him with terrible force. She knelt there, watching as Vaughn unfastened belt and jeans, as he slid his shorts down. Then, when it emerged, as if through its own volition, a thousand sensations and emotions seemed to bombard her at once. Some visceral urge tormented her, making her feel an immediate, urgent, yet vague need, while her body went warm all over and most especially her sex, suddenly throbbing with urgent excitement.. And fascination. She had seen pictures, of course. Hundreds, probably, as she had sought them out time and again in the glossy pages of books of photography, and less artistic renderings online. But this one was his, Vaughn's. This thing brought him pleasure. She felt a kind of adoration for it, for being his, the way she loved all the parts of herself for being hers. This thing that was a part of him seemed to her to be so like him—beautifully delicate and terribly powerful at once. The skin, unlike the skin on any other part of the body, looked so delicate and smooth, such vital shades of fleshly hues. And the way it seemed so alive before her, swelling and flushing and twitching, now and then, reminded her that it was the complement to that part of herself, so feeling that the very lightest touch could make her whimper in pleasure, and that such sensitivity deserved the most tender care. 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 under his flesh. Remorse mingled with remorse as he realized that he was going to cum 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 her, Devan, on her knees 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 cum. 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 cum 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 cum, 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 cum. 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 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 cum 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. |
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