Thread: Transporting Taylor (Dere and skittish_butterfly)

A trickle of Taylor's drool ran down Martin's cock as he forcefully facefucked the kneeling girl. Her suppressed screams and moans ran trembling right through his shaft, and the more she cried out in her suffering the more she pleasured him. He watched her elegant cheeks bulge as her tiny mouth tried to accommodate his giant organ, spit streaming over her chin and his cock. Set in her tear-streaked and ruddy face her eyes shone like bright blue lights, reflecting an immense emotional horror within. He penetrated into them with his dead-eyed stare like he penetrated her body - hard and unforgiving, striving to break her in both body and soul. It didn't matter that she could see him now - in fact he wanted her too, because he knew that for her to look at him would only worsen her nightmare. He swept her wet hair back, pulling it into a ponytail and wrapping it tight around his fist. Using this as a lever he was able to push Taylor down further onto his dick. With his free hand he gently stroked her face, pushing away from errant bangs and feeling her skin burn between his cold palm. The cool wetness of her mouth made an equally vivid contrast to Martin's red-hot cock. The powerful throat muscles she had put so much effort in developing were now providing him with some exceptional sensations. Despite her amateurishness and inexperience it was still once of the best blowjobs he'd ever had. As their mutual gaze lingered Martin could tell that a desperate urge to survive was still strong in the anguished Taylor. He knew she was longing to clamp down, and that she would give anything to hurt him. But he also knew she was too intelligent for that. She could easily imagine the slow, horrific death that would await her alone in this isolated cell, and so had taken him deep into her million-dollar mouth. Already, he thought with slight satisfaction, she was bargaining like a slave - seeking a lesser suffering to avoid a greater one. Bit by bit, she was beginning to submit to him. When Martin felt his orgasm start to rise uncontrollably, he forced Taylor's face hard into his crotch. Holding her tight and crushing her nose against his groin he left her unable to breathe. His cock pulsed like a trapped snake and fired its hot, sticky load right down the back of her throat. He finally, involuntarily, broke his silence with a guttural groan as he came, feeling the velvet wetness of Taylor's throat convulsing around his shuddering rod. He had left her no choice but to swallow his load in its entirely, even as she desperately fought for air. Just as she saw stars exploding in her field of vision he threw her head back roughly, allowing her some urgent gasping breaths, and smeared some residual drops of cum across her bright red face. Stepping back he looked over the kneeling Taylor, as master of all he surveyed. There was something primal and erotic to her bent body, with her wet matted hair, quivering tits, and trembling lips. She was like some beautiful young animal, ready to be broken in by a firm, cruel hand, he thought. He flipped the winch dial a few notches up again, returning Taylor to her painful suspension on her toes. Then he quickly disappeared, back downstairs to the kitchen. He returned in less than a minute with a jar of curry powder, a small brush, and a very evil smile on his cruel face. The 'curry torture' was long a popular staple in the Indian Army's means of persuasion and intimation. Even a pinch on the fingertips is discomforting for a few minutes, and anyone who accidentally wiped those fingertips on their eyes or mouth was in for a lot of pain. But the soldiers would take the leaders of dissident villages, suspend them by their ankles, then stuff handfuls of curry power into their assholes andor pussies. The unfortunates would scream and suffer for days, usually begging for death long before the soldiers finally delivered it to them. Those villages would then quickly fall into line after that spectacle. Martin had picked up the technique during his time in India and had just the perfectly calm hand to do it. Dabbing the little brush in the pot, the tiny cell was immediately filled with the potent and choking smell of the super-hot curry. He wiped Taylor's trembling, wet lips with one hand then very lightly traced the brush across them, them a light trail of bright orange powder. Seconds before the burn kicked in, he then quickly dabbed a spot each on bout of Taylor's firm puffy nipples. Then he stood back to watch the effect. After a few minutes of enjoying the sight of Taylor thrashing and shrieking in utter agony, Martin heard his phone go off in his nearby bag. He answered it to find the thick, oozing tones of his client the Shaikh inquiring about progress. Martin spoke in front of Taylor for the first time, but in fluent Arabic. Holding the phone up he let the Shaikh listen to her screams ebbing away to sobs as she slowly grew used to the pain of the powder. Then something the Shaikh said made him smile. He flipped the phone over to streaming video, and a began playing aloud a feed from News India just as Taylor grew coherent enough to understand it. The mellow voice of a local newscaster sang out over her urgent panting ...repeating our breaking lead story again fans are mourning the sudden death of Taylor Swift, killed today in an apparent suicide bombing on the edge of Mumbai. The 22-year-old pop singer was traveling to a nearby retreat in her limo when attacked. Twelve local police officers were also killed with an unknown number injured. Her remains have been recovered and delivered to a nearby hospital to transport to the U.S. Worldwide vigils are began everywhere in tribute to the dead singer, and her family have have asked to be left alone to grieve at this time... He turned the phone off, and began to chuckle. The chuckle quickly rose to a laugh, then a hearty, cruel cackle of utter delight. It echoed off the steel walls, pounding on Taylor's head and sounding like the demented laughter of a demon. For the first time since snatching her, Martin said his first words in English to his victim between his sadistic giggling. You're dead bitch! You're dead! It worked perfect. You're all mine and no-one is coming to save you. Saudi Arabia, here we come!