Thread: What a Girl Wants

Seemingly at her request the door clicked and swung open slightly. For a second or two Nina's hopes would soar higher and higher as no one came through and nothing happened. She could leave! But all of that hope was snapped in a moment as a drunken laugh echoed through the tiny crack, and a dull thud sent the door bursting open. A heavy-set man stumbled in someone not from the Hills, but rich and well connected. He wore an expensive three thousand dollar suit, two thousand dollar Rolex, and a one thousand dollar pair of shoes. His eyes were blurry and unfocused at first, and the left took slightly longer then the right to focus on Nina. Or in his mind Juicy baaaby! My princccessss. His thick tongue slobbered over the word as he stumbled forwards managing to somehow shut the door behind him. - Brodie glanced at the computer screen with a smirk on his face as he operated the camera's to different angles to get the best of the fear and revulsion sweeping through Nina's face. On another computer screen he was editing a few of his favorite scenes from Nina's stay in O'Henry's place. In particular her puking stomach full of semen all over one of the more well endowed men at the bar. Then the dry heaves that she was forced to endure from their fingers before any other man would even put his cock near the hole. There was something intensely erotic about the spasms of her lean athletic body, especially her stomach. The... What was the right word? The involuntary action... The fact that she couldn't volunteer to stop or start it. That was what turned Brodie on. Once again he glanced at the screen. Thomas Ware was already having his way with Nina, and try as he might Brodie couldn't get a good angle on her precious little face. The man was massive, and completely hid her already small frame that looked utterly childish now with just her feet, hands, and a strand or two of hair sticking out from beneath the mass of Ware's body. The man was paying quite a fortune to have Nina or 'Juicy' dressed up this way, as a little princess. Apparently he had this massive crush on some little girl, and needed to play out his fantasy. Absentmindedly Brodie continued to put together his highlight video of the night before while wondering when Nina would figure out that her hair was dyed red. Brodie gave a frustrated glance at the screen with Mr. Ware rutting like an over sized pig. Hopefully the man would get a little more adventuresome then the missionary position. What did he think this was? A catholic whore house? Brodie cracked his knuckles and continued toying with the video on one screen and adjusting the camera's on the other. Finally he was able to get a shot of Nina's face it was priceless. He couldn't wait for their... Debriefing in the morning. Once more he cursed his lack of instructions to Mr. Ware as he again began to fuck Nina in the same old missionary style. Mr. Ware had followed the only two instructions Brodie had given him at least. The first was his entrance, to take his time and give Nina hope. He had liked that one. The second was to put the gag, headphones, and cuffs back on Nina before he left. That way Brodie was able to enter, apply chloroform again, and take Nina with him back to the hotel without any problems. He trussed her up on the bed careful to splay her out wide and not give her the comfort of rolling into a little ball of fetal weakness. Her arms were spread and raised latched to the head board. Her knees were spread a bit wider then her shoulders and also tied to the head board, but her ankles were latched to the bottom of the bed. That way she was kneeling, but the only thing holding her chest up was her wrists tied to the bed. Brodie swiftly removed the headphones and waited for Nina to awaken. He couldn't wait for this. His cock couldn't wait for this. Her pussy was slick with juices not her own, and while he waited for her to come to he cleaned them off with a towel. Finally he felt her stirring. Good morning cunt. It's Saturday, but you haven't received any phone calls from you loving parents or cute little girlfriends. Not a single one is worried about you. They all know how much of a cunt you are. As for your stupid little note, There was the sound of tearing, then of a match, and the smell of burning paper filled the room. I know what you are cunt... Carefully, Brodie set his cock against her pussy, And you are not, He thrust deeply inside of her body, A slave. Yet.