Girl in a Box

An excerpt from Girl in a Box

When the constable had gone, Luthor went back to the cabinet. Genevieve was wide-eyed, panting. He left the gag in her mouth and kissed her bare breasts, her pulsing throat.

Then he placed hand on her crotch. She had made noise while the constable was visiting. She knew it. She did not have to be told.

Luthor slapped her pussy thru the thin fabric of her panties. His beautiful captive flinched, whimpered. He slapped it again, hard, making a sharp sound; and again, just as hard. Genevieve gave a mournful groan.

Luthor stroked the abused flesh, slipped his hand inside the flimsy cloth and felt it warm in his hand. The girl turned her head. She knew what was coming. He fingered her battered slit carefully, finding just the motions, just the spots. It oozed sex all over his hand.

Then he untied her hands and pulled her out. Genevieve stretched her sore legs and tired arms, but not for long. Luthor pinned her over the table. He didn't bother to tie her in place. He merely tugged down her panties and paced the thick head of his member against her slit.

The girl gasped as she always gasped when her captor penetrated her. He filled her completely, to the very hilt of his manhood. Hot tears ran down her face as her body responded involuntarily. She couldn't like it, could she? She couldn't enjoy it? How could her body respond so easily? She burned with shame, but pressed back against him anyway, taking him fully inside her with each slow, relentless stroke, moaning against the tight gag.