Winny.
“You don’t have me to yourself for much longer,” she said coolly.
Winny sat upright as if she’d poked him in the ribs, then gave her an awkward double-take. He looked away again without responding.
“You know what they’re going to do when they get back, don’t you?” she went on.
Once again, no response.
“They’re going to beat me and use that toolkit on me. But before that, they’re going to take their pants off and do something else.”
Winny visibly flushed and crossed his legs. Suddenly the dusty brickwork seemed intensely interesting to him and he looked away from her to study it.
“Are you going to wait your turn?” she crooned. “Or are you going to take the best parts for yourself before they’ve had their fill?”
Nothing.
Keep going.
“You’re the only one of them I want, Winny,” she said. “Those other two are old and ugly. They’re rough. They don’t know how to treat a woman. But when I look at you, I see that you’re different. I bet you’d know how to touch me in all the right ways, wouldn’t you?” She smiled, even though it was the last thing she felt like doing. “You could take me right now if you wanted to.”
Winny shook his head almost imperceptibly, but still did not turn to look at her.
“Come on, Winny. Give me one last good time before those brutes come back. Show me what kind of man you can be. Capper and Crumb don’t ever have to know.”
He finally looked at her, setting his jaw in defiance.
“Be quiet. You’re just trying to trick me. You want me to help you escape.”
“Escape? I’m tied down, if you hadn’t noticed. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Shut up.”
Talia made an exaggerated sigh. “When was the last time you had a girl who looked like me, Winny? Or any girl?” He glowered at her. “Do you really think you’ll ever get an opportunity like this again? I’m offering myself to you, and all I ask in return is that you make me feel like a woman again one last time. Don’t you want that?”
“I told you–”
“Be a man,” she said sternly. Winny uncrossed his legs, then crossed them again, shaking his head. “I said get up . Right now.”
Winny stuck out his chin, then got to his feet. He raised his finger.
“You be quiet–”
“Get over here, Winny,” Talia said, her voice low but forceful. Her eyes were direct, and now he couldn’t look away. “Walk over here and stand next to me, tell me you don’t want me. I bet you can’t.”
Winny’s resolve began to crumble and he took a few faltering steps toward where she lay. She continued to fix him with that stare, drawing him forward with her will, and then a few moments later , he was standing next to the table.
“I want you,” she said, her voice altering to a more suggestive tone now that he was close. “I want your hands on me. You want that too, don’t you.” It was not a question.
Winny licked his lips, swallowed noisily. His eyes crept down her body and back up again.
“I–”
“Put your hands on me. I’m lying here helpless. You could touch whatever you want.”
He shook his head, squeezed his eyes shut as he fought against conflicting emotions.
“I said put your goddamn hands on me,” she said in a voice that was assertive and yet somehow provocative at the same time. “Do it now.”
He opened his eyes again. He was still shaking his head as his hands edged forward and touched lightly against her belly. He groaned inadvertently.
His breathing was hard, and, looking down, she saw something else was too.
“Good,” she said. “Now slide them up.”
Winny licked his lips again and shook his head.
“I shouldn’t–”
“Do it,” she commanded.
He did as he was told, edging his hands along her blouse, across her midriff until his palms rested on the mounds of her breasts. Talia made a little sound of satisfaction and rewarded him with a
“You don’t have me to yourself for much longer,” she said coolly.
Winny sat upright as if she’d poked him in the ribs, then gave her an awkward double-take. He looked away again without responding.
“You know what they’re going to do when they get back, don’t you?” she went on.
Once again, no response.
“They’re going to beat me and use that toolkit on me. But before that, they’re going to take their pants off and do something else.”
Winny visibly flushed and crossed his legs. Suddenly the dusty brickwork seemed intensely interesting to him and he looked away from her to study it.
“Are you going to wait your turn?” she crooned. “Or are you going to take the best parts for yourself before they’ve had their fill?”
Nothing.
Keep going.
“You’re the only one of them I want, Winny,” she said. “Those other two are old and ugly. They’re rough. They don’t know how to treat a woman. But when I look at you, I see that you’re different. I bet you’d know how to touch me in all the right ways, wouldn’t you?” She smiled, even though it was the last thing she felt like doing. “You could take me right now if you wanted to.”
Winny shook his head almost imperceptibly, but still did not turn to look at her.
“Come on, Winny. Give me one last good time before those brutes come back. Show me what kind of man you can be. Capper and Crumb don’t ever have to know.”
He finally looked at her, setting his jaw in defiance.
“Be quiet. You’re just trying to trick me. You want me to help you escape.”
“Escape? I’m tied down, if you hadn’t noticed. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Shut up.”
Talia made an exaggerated sigh. “When was the last time you had a girl who looked like me, Winny? Or any girl?” He glowered at her. “Do you really think you’ll ever get an opportunity like this again? I’m offering myself to you, and all I ask in return is that you make me feel like a woman again one last time. Don’t you want that?”
“I told you–”
“Be a man,” she said sternly. Winny uncrossed his legs, then crossed them again, shaking his head. “I said get up . Right now.”
Winny stuck out his chin, then got to his feet. He raised his finger.
“You be quiet–”
“Get over here, Winny,” Talia said, her voice low but forceful. Her eyes were direct, and now he couldn’t look away. “Walk over here and stand next to me, tell me you don’t want me. I bet you can’t.”
Winny’s resolve began to crumble and he took a few faltering steps toward where she lay. She continued to fix him with that stare, drawing him forward with her will, and then a few moments later , he was standing next to the table.
“I want you,” she said, her voice altering to a more suggestive tone now that he was close. “I want your hands on me. You want that too, don’t you.” It was not a question.
Winny licked his lips, swallowed noisily. His eyes crept down her body and back up again.
“I–”
“Put your hands on me. I’m lying here helpless. You could touch whatever you want.”
He shook his head, squeezed his eyes shut as he fought against conflicting emotions.
“I said put your goddamn hands on me,” she said in a voice that was assertive and yet somehow provocative at the same time. “Do it now.”
He opened his eyes again. He was still shaking his head as his hands edged forward and touched lightly against her belly. He groaned inadvertently.
His breathing was hard, and, looking down, she saw something else was too.
“Good,” she said. “Now slide them up.”
Winny licked his lips again and shook his head.
“I shouldn’t–”
“Do it,” she commanded.
He did as he was told, edging his hands along her blouse, across her midriff until his palms rested on the mounds of her breasts. Talia made a little sound of satisfaction and rewarded him with a
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