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

Chase could sense a palpable fear in Scarlett as their eyes met. He could see sweat was dappling on her exposed chest as it rose and fell with increasing urgency. Those famous, firm round breasts heaved as her heart thumped harder. He gripped his hands tighter on the smooth leather wheel to stop them from trembling as adrenalin surged through him. It wasn't every day, he thought to himself with a lurid serenity, that a mere mortal gets to enslave a goddess. He focused intently on the road and the bleak, black industrial morass they were heading into. His heart nearly skipped for a second when he saw Scarlett going for the spiked bottle. He watched her pour it out, savoring the coquettish way she did the simplest things. Their eyes met again as she raised it to her pouting lips and issued another instruction. He grew hard at her belated 'please' - it showed she was already bending to his will. Furtively he watched as she took up the glass in her slender fingers, then her elegant throat pulsing as she drank the expensive liquid down. To Chase's seedy imagination she was like a porn movie come to life. The drug he had used was known to experts as metachurine chloride. It induced a waking coma, leaving the subject completely paralyzed yet fully aware of their surroundings. There was no tranquilizer effect and they would feel every little bit of whatever happened to them. Chase has used it for years because he loved his victims to know what he was doing yet be unable to resist. With a twisted excuse for a smile he watched it take over Scarlett, her exquisite body becoming as limp as a china doll, yet her bright eyes still blazing with lucidity. He laughed to himself, a cruel sharp cackle. All too easy, my little sleeping beauty! he hissed. Another girl undone by her vices! Peering out urgently into the night, he finally saw the disused garage where he could drop off the all too-obvious-limo. He parked up around the back, right neck to the bland GMC van he kept stashed there. Quickly he transferred his gear, then got into the back of the limo with Scarlett. Crawling over her, face-to-face properly for the firs time, Chase took in her scent like an intoxicating drug. Groaning softly to himself he began to lick her face, tasting her and running his fat tongue all over her. He plunged it deep into her wet, cool mouth in a mockery of a passionate kiss, gripping her soft hair firmly as she lay limp. Oh god, he moaned, nearly overwhelmed by the delight of finally ravishing Scarlett. Raging like an animal he tore open her bodice, exposing the firm round mounds to his pinching fingers and dry tongue. He marveled at their porcelain firmness, squeezing, biting and sucking them in a lustful delirium. Crystal tears started at the corners of Scarlett's eyes as she lay there, unable to even scream. Chase took control of himself for a moment, knowing it was insane to keep waiting here. Quickly throwing Scarlett over his shoulder he then hefted her into the back of the van. Knowing he only had another five minutes or so before the drug wore off, he took plastic ties and hogtied her tightly and painfully. Slipping over a leather mask and ballgag she was now blind and mute. He threw a tarpaulin over the top to cover her, then jumped into the driving seat. Hope you're ready for the party, Scarlett, he growled. Tonight you're going to do things you didn't know it was possible for a woman to do. I've waited SO long for this! Cackling again he started up the van and they drove off again.