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| Cheryl slid off the table and walked towards the door, testing the length of the chain. It stopped her about an arms length away, which didn't surprise her. Folding her arms over her bare chest, she turned slowly and surveyed the room. There were no windows and the walls were made of cement blocks. She assumed it was a basement, though from its size, it was either compartmentalized or did not run the entire length of the building above it. The floor was cold and dusty concrete. She turned back and saw the table she had been lying on looked similar to a hospital gurney. The chain was padlocked firmly into place in an o-ring in the block wall behind the table. The more she looked around, the more she realized the space wasn't very old. No water stains marred the blocks, and the dust on the floor was the same color as the blocks as if he had not bothered to sweep up after building the room. The table and chain were the only objects in the room, but Cheryl's eyes did spy another door. Heart beating rapidly, she strode to it, her chains clanking as they dragged the ground behind her. Surprise crossed her face when the chain didn't stop her short of the door. Upon opening it, she found out why. It was a bathroom complete with toilet, sink, and tub. Dripping caught her attention, and she realized it was the sound she'd heard earlier. She twisted the knob and the droplets of water ceased to fall. There was just enough play in the chain for her to move around the bathroom comfortably, and she contemplated taking a bath but decided against it when she noticed the absence of toiletries. Sighing, she padded back to the table and climbed up to sit on his smooth surface. Startling her, the door creaked open and she drew her knees up to her chest in order to shield her body from his view as he strode into the room. "Kind of late for that isn't it?" He laughed softly as he approached her. "Time to call work," he said as he handed her a black cordless phone. "You tell them you've realized you just can't make it out here and have decided to move back home... and don't try anything funny." Cheryl took the offered phone and dialed. As she put the handset to her ear, she saw the trucker pull a knife from a leather case attached to his belt. Nonchalantly, he used the tip to clean from under his finger nails as she heard the manager answer the phone on the other end of the line. Stammering, she told him what the trucker had instructed, her eyes never leaving the knife as the sliver blade glimmered under the light. "Umm... just mail it to my post office box, they will forward it from there," she responded when he asked what she wanted done with her last pay check. She repeated the same information when she called her second job and then breathed a sigh of relief as she made it through both phone calls without stumbling and saying something she shouldn't. "Very good," he said as he took the phone from her. "I think that deserves a reward. He exited the room and returned a couple of minutes later with a plush red chair. Cheryl's plush red chair. "How did you get that?" "I have your keys, remember?" Cheryl nodded, gulping as she remembered the struggle in the cab of the truck. "If you continue to behave, I'll slowly bring most stuff in until you have most of it." He stepped in front of her, his face inches from her own. She bent backwards, her back almost touching the table as she tried to get away from him, but he just bent forward with her. "Of course, if you misbehave, I'll have to take it away again... and there'll be other punishments as well." A shudder raced through her body as her mind conjured up depraved acts of debauchery that he would perform on her if she stepped out of line. "Why are you doing this to me?" she whispered. "Because you need to learn how to be the slut you were made to be." His eyes raked down her body, a smile lifting the corners of his mouth at the sight of her heaving breasts. The movement caught her by surprise, and she couldn't stifle the moan as his hot mouth closed over her nipple. "And because you want it," he responded as he lifted his head. "No I don't want this," she protested. His steely eyes cut through her as if they could see into her soul. When his calloused hand nudged her creamy thighs apart and his finger slid inside her moist heat, she bit her lip and curled her fingers around the edge of the table as she fought against the pleasure surging through her. "Your pussy is sucking my finger in, trying to get if deeper inside you." His breath blew hot across her face as his words hit her forcefully. "Your body knows what it wants; your mind just hasn't caught up yet... but it will." A whimper mewled in her throat as his thumb grazed across her clit. Her body had not come down completely from the edge of the abyss he had brought her to earlier and his touch re-ignited the fire smoldering in her belly. He pushed her legs open further and kept them spread open by planting his body between them. A second finger pushed inside her and the two began to thrust slowly as his mouth returned to her nipple. She was propped up on her elbows, her fingers still curled around the edge of the table. Her eyes closed, the lids clamping together as her breathing grew more ragged. Throwing her head back, she let out a strangled cry as she fought for control. The fingers pumping into her wet pussy curled and a gush of juices flowed from between her swollen lips as the tips of the digits rubbed against the rough patch of spongy tissue on the top wall of her cunt. Control began to slip from her grasp and her hips jerked against his fingers before settling into a rocking rhythm. "Oh god," she panted as pleasure flowed through her body like an electric current. Jolts of thrilling tingles shot through her nipple as his tongue swirled around it and his mouth suckled hungrily. The muscles in her body were taut with tension as ecstasy surged through her. Her full mounds bounced on her chest as she bucked against the mercilessly thrusting fingers in her throbbing cunt. His mouth left her breast and she arched her back as if trying to push it back inside the hot cavern. "Just let go Cheryl..." "No," she whimpered as the pleasure crashing through her body threatened to break through the last of her weak defenses. "No? We'll see about that." "Oh god, oh fuck," she moaned as he knelt in front of her and ran his tongue up her glistening slit. His fingers kept pounding inside her, the tips grazing across her g-spot with each thrust. Pulling her outer lips apart with thumb and finger, he dove into her wet pussy, his tongue flicking out to slather roughly against her engorged clit. The wet heat of his tongue was more than she could take and the final vestige of her control shattered under its assault on her nub. Her arms quivered and gave way under the weight of the orgasm crashing through her and she fell onto her back on the table as she cried out, her body bucking against his mouth and fingers. Tears wet her cheeks as shame flooded her. How could I cum for him? He stood, a knowing grin splitting his face. Wrapping his hand around the back of her head, he pulled her up and into him as his mouth ferociously claimed hers, his tongue savagely thrusting between her full lips. Breaking the kiss by yanking her hair, he gazed full bore into her eyes. "That was just the beginning of the pleasure I can bring you." He let go of her and headed for the door. Before exiting he turned back and spoke, "I've got to make a run. Since you'll need something to entertain you while I'm gone, I'll bring in the tv." When he returned to the room, he not only brought her the promised television but also a mini-fridge stocked with drinks and food and the necessary toiletries for the bathroom. Once he'd gone, she sat in the chair and wondered how he could be two such different men. One acted as though he wanted to take care of her and the other wanted to possess her very soul. |