Thread: Scarlett's Biggest Fan (DeRe x glasspearls)

The drive from the dropoff to his dungeon was barely a short trip in LA terms. But those ten minutes seemed like ten years to Chase as he drove through the night. Gaudy orange streetlights raced past, the beat of their bleary lights flashing across his face. He was fixed in a terror of something going wrong, and kept his bloodshot and intense eyes open for the sign of any police. Sweat pricked across his tight forehead. But he had no fear of people searching for her - Scarlett's absence has been written off as rudeness and a slight at her co-stars. People were cursing her, not concerned for her. They were heading through the back streets now, a series of isolated industrial yards. The clear summer night illuminated the fields of steel and wire as Chase slowly coasted the van along. He knew these back alleys intimately, but still took every little step with caution. He nearly jumped in surprise as he heard her first muffled screams ring through the cab. But then he smiled in satisfaction at her terrified shrieks. Glancing back at the shape thrashing beneath the tarpaulin, he felt himself growing hard in anticipation. The expectation of what was going to happen - and her fear and bewilderment - made the rush all the more sweeter. It was like sauce on a meal, and as her cries faded to frantic gasps he delighted in the thought she was now brooding on her nightmare. A fear of abduction had always played on her mind, and now that he had realized it for her Chase knew it made her suffering all the more worse. Finally he arrived at his isolated hideout, a former car repair yard. He slowly parked the van and then got out to lower the garage door. For a few moments he drank in the cool summer night air, hearing nothing but crickets and Scarlett's ragged sobs. He slammed the door down like a steel trap and shut out he blue darkness. He then threw open the back of the van, and pulled aside the tarpaulin to reveal the hogtied and writhing girl. Her immaculate coiffure was now in disarray, giving her a sexy and feral look. With the bodice torn open her firm round mounds were now crushed painfully against the floor of the van. Beneath the tight fold of her dress he could she her ass, firm and round, as it moved about. Grabbing her knees, he spun her around on her chest so that she was now facing him, and her head was slightly hanging out the back of the van. Very slowly he undid his pants, letting her hear the sound of his belt unbuckling and zip dropping. He ran one hand through her soft blond locks, and released the ballgag with the other. For a few moments she spluttered and made weird noises as drool streaked her chin. He allowed her a miniute to scream and beg before taking a fistful of her hair in one hand and pinching her nose in the other. As she yelped, she suddenly and violently thrust all ten inches of his iron-hard cock right down her wet, tight throat. Now let's see how you suck, darling, he slurred as he slid it down. You're going to be doing a lot and...ohgod...oh fucking jesus... His eyes nearly rolled back as he felt Scarlet's soft, velvet throat closing tight on his cock as she gagged. With slow, firm thrusts he pushed it further and further down. Catching his breath, he hissed through clenched teeth You got three minutes to make me cum before you choke. And if I feel even a little bit of teeth I'm gouging your eyes out. So Scarlett, put those cocksucking lips to work.