Her eyes screwed shut in agony and she tried to turn away, but he wouldn’t let her. He continued to rut purposely while sucking her lips. “You should’ve seen your face,” he whispered. “It was priceless.” Then he wrapped his hands under her shoulders, planted his mouth over hers, and rutted like a rabid dog.
Leesa Mendaski sobbed into the bandage that wrapped her throat, mouth, chin, and head like a second skin mummy’s shroud.
He had her face first on her bed while wrapping her forearms parallel in the small of her back. He had shortened her nightie to micro-mini length and then bandaged her ankles and thighs – all while quietly talking to her.
“You needed more outfits, baby, and where are we going to get them? Couldn’t exactly have you trying on stuff in the mall’s fitting rooms, now could I? So what better than your own stuff? I mean, you always had a nice sense of style, babe. Those ribbed sweaters? Those tweed skirts? And the underwear! I got some nice looks at those whenever you crossed your legs or reached for something…!” The blonde’s blue eyes glistened, her mind racing, as she tried to contemplate how and where. Had they stalked her all these years?
“Besides,” Andy droned on while securing her, “your folks were looking for you, but where’s the one place they’d never look, huh? So I called sheriff Jimmy and asked him to keep ‘em busy awhile … long enough to get you in the shower and wash all that nasty jizz off you. God, I wish I had a video of it … me carrying you in here, washing with you, drying you, doing your hair, going through your stuff, finding the nightie … so cool, cunt, so cool…!”
Leesa bucked in miserable aggravation, but that just made him laugh. “Oh no,” he cooed, finally pushing her over onto her side and crawling into bed to spoon her. “It’s quality time with your new hubby, baby.”
His hands snaked under her neck and over her hip to find resting places on her breast and loins. “You and I are going to have a nice nap ‘til morning, then we’ll figure out the next step.”
Leesa’s body twitched, then froze in place. He didn’t have to see her expression to know what it encompassed: disbelief, incredulity, doubt, apprehension, alarm. “Oh, don’t worry, don’t worry,” he sighed, massaging her impressive chest and sensitive clit. “They have, and will have, no idea you’re here … unless, of course…!’ He took the moment to pinch both her clit and nipple, making her start, gasping. “Then who knows what might happen?” he continued calmly, returning to the massage. “So it’s all up to you, I guess. Me? I’m just going to sleep on it.”
And, sure enough, within minutes, he was still, his breathing on her neck steady and sonorous. The lovely young thing was in shock, exhausted, and defiled, but thought she could never sleep again. Still, the next thing she knew it was dark in her room and the sound of a car door closing outside reached her ears. It was followed by muffled voices and the sound of footsteps on gravel.
Leesa heard the lock turning, then the front door opening. The distant voices were clearly that of her folks. She couldn’t make out what they were saying, but it was obvious they were subdued and upset. She wanted so badly to call out, or kick, or knock something over. Scenarios shot through her head: them calling the cops, them running in to beat Andy senseless, or stab him, or even crack his skull with a baseball bat, but within nanoseconds, she knew that wasn’t likely. Her eyes ratcheted in her skull, then squeezed shut as tears poured out. The bastard was using her smarts against her. She was certain that so many of her friends would simply have gone ape shit and damn the consequences, but he knew that she would think it through.
TO BE CONTINUED