smile.
“Good. Good boy.”
He exhaled shakily, not game to meet her eyes again.
“Now take off your pants.”
Winny gulped again and closed his eyes, still battling against himself.
“You’re going to take off your pants and fuck me,” Talia instructed. “You’re going to show me the man that you are. And you’re going to do it right now. Aren’t you?”
Winny nodded, removing his hands from her chest and fumbling with his belt. He was shaking like a leaf. His trousers slipped to the floor and he stepped out of them, kicking them aside.
In the distance, Talia thought she heard a door. Winny made no reaction, staring at her body with unbridled lust.
“Now take my pants off,” Talia said, not entirely feigning breathlessness. Time was running out.
Winny looked down at the belt that was strapped around her knees, knowing that he was about to cross the line. His resolve wavered.
“Take my pants off,” she said again. “Just undo the bottom belt. Keep the other two where they are. Then get on top of me. I need you.”
Winny hesitated a moment longer, then his resolve gave out. He fumbled at the belt around Talia’s knees, releasing it and dropping it beside the table. He climbed above her on the table, reaching for the waistband of her pants, but it was caught under the second belt that had been tied around her waist. Cursing, he reached for the catch and began to undo it.
“Yes,” she cried. “I want you. Yes, keep going.”
There was the sound of another door, closer, and Talia thought that Winny would hear it this time for sure.
He didn’t. He was in the zone, his attention set on one thing and one thing only – the woman beneath him. Now that he had been aroused, it seemed there was nothing else in his mind but the thought of entering her, of having his way with her.
He finished untying the second belt and dropped it on the floor.
That left one belt securing Talia around the chest.
Winny slid down toward her waist again, his eyes as big as saucers. He put his hands on her hips.
Talia wrenched her legs up with all of her might, and her right knee caught Winny square under the chin. His teeth clacked together and he made a whimpering sound as he was driven upward. He bounced off her chest and then fell to the floor, squealing, blood pouring from his mouth.
Talia dropped her legs again and brought up her hands, gripping the sides of the table. She clenched her teeth and pushed upward with her lower body, attempting to lever herself out from under the final restraint. Her first attempt only made the belt dig sharply into her chest, and she cried out in pain. She pushed again, and this time the belt slid down toward her neck. With one final lunge she slipped out from under it and tumbled down onto the floor next to Winny.
He turned toward her, face bloody, but she rammed her elbow at him and felt his nose yield underneath it with a loud crunch.
That was satisfying.
Talia stumbled to her feet and made it to the table in the corner, gathering up her holophone and her respirator.
A door opened right outside the room and she heard footsteps. Saw shadows outside the door.
Run. Get the hell out of here.
She turned and fled in the other direction, not really knowing where she was going. She had no idea if there was even an escape route this way. Ultimately it didn’t matter, because there was no other option, no other way to go. She was not going to take down two hardened street thugs with her bare hands, not in the condition she was in. No way.
She passed through a doorway and into another dingy corridor, this one strewn with broken machine parts and corroded bolts, the walls lined with graffiti. A short distance along , she found a heavy wooden door that was open a crack, but when she pushed at it there was no give.
There were shouts in the room behind her. She heard the hysterical sound of Crumb’s voice, then the more
“Good. Good boy.”
He exhaled shakily, not game to meet her eyes again.
“Now take off your pants.”
Winny gulped again and closed his eyes, still battling against himself.
“You’re going to take off your pants and fuck me,” Talia instructed. “You’re going to show me the man that you are. And you’re going to do it right now. Aren’t you?”
Winny nodded, removing his hands from her chest and fumbling with his belt. He was shaking like a leaf. His trousers slipped to the floor and he stepped out of them, kicking them aside.
In the distance, Talia thought she heard a door. Winny made no reaction, staring at her body with unbridled lust.
“Now take my pants off,” Talia said, not entirely feigning breathlessness. Time was running out.
Winny looked down at the belt that was strapped around her knees, knowing that he was about to cross the line. His resolve wavered.
“Take my pants off,” she said again. “Just undo the bottom belt. Keep the other two where they are. Then get on top of me. I need you.”
Winny hesitated a moment longer, then his resolve gave out. He fumbled at the belt around Talia’s knees, releasing it and dropping it beside the table. He climbed above her on the table, reaching for the waistband of her pants, but it was caught under the second belt that had been tied around her waist. Cursing, he reached for the catch and began to undo it.
“Yes,” she cried. “I want you. Yes, keep going.”
There was the sound of another door, closer, and Talia thought that Winny would hear it this time for sure.
He didn’t. He was in the zone, his attention set on one thing and one thing only – the woman beneath him. Now that he had been aroused, it seemed there was nothing else in his mind but the thought of entering her, of having his way with her.
He finished untying the second belt and dropped it on the floor.
That left one belt securing Talia around the chest.
Winny slid down toward her waist again, his eyes as big as saucers. He put his hands on her hips.
Talia wrenched her legs up with all of her might, and her right knee caught Winny square under the chin. His teeth clacked together and he made a whimpering sound as he was driven upward. He bounced off her chest and then fell to the floor, squealing, blood pouring from his mouth.
Talia dropped her legs again and brought up her hands, gripping the sides of the table. She clenched her teeth and pushed upward with her lower body, attempting to lever herself out from under the final restraint. Her first attempt only made the belt dig sharply into her chest, and she cried out in pain. She pushed again, and this time the belt slid down toward her neck. With one final lunge she slipped out from under it and tumbled down onto the floor next to Winny.
He turned toward her, face bloody, but she rammed her elbow at him and felt his nose yield underneath it with a loud crunch.
That was satisfying.
Talia stumbled to her feet and made it to the table in the corner, gathering up her holophone and her respirator.
A door opened right outside the room and she heard footsteps. Saw shadows outside the door.
Run. Get the hell out of here.
She turned and fled in the other direction, not really knowing where she was going. She had no idea if there was even an escape route this way. Ultimately it didn’t matter, because there was no other option, no other way to go. She was not going to take down two hardened street thugs with her bare hands, not in the condition she was in. No way.
She passed through a doorway and into another dingy corridor, this one strewn with broken machine parts and corroded bolts, the walls lined with graffiti. A short distance along , she found a heavy wooden door that was open a crack, but when she pushed at it there was no give.
There were shouts in the room behind her. She heard the hysterical sound of Crumb’s voice, then the more
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