Mark Townsend - Slavetrader's captive

His incredulous bride watched Robert's face twist into a obscene sadistic grin as he reached down with his free hand and pressed the underside of his rigidly swollen cock in a slow teasing circle around Feyadin's open lips. Her tongue flicked hungrily out from between her teeth, licking at the tiny opening in the gland at the end. She strained forward, the cords in her neck standing out, trying to suck the tantalizingly stiff instrument into her mouth, but Robert laughed above her as he kept it just out of reach, allowing only the tip of her tongue to lick up and down the lewdly inciting cock's underside.

Penny's breath was coming in quick short gasps as she involuntarily watched the depraved scene. Suddenly she could take it no more – to see her husband of one day relishing these perverted unnatural acts on another woman's body was just too much for the young innocent bride.

"Turn it off! Please, turn it off!" she pleaded, crying out as if in physical pain.

Responding to her words, Nisli quietly got up and switched the set off, at the same time lighting a lamp that shone with a soft reddish glow.

"I think you'll agree that your husband has very little interest in finding you at the moment," he said, turning to stare coldly at her confused, grief-stricken face.

"Yes, yes," the deserted young bride sobbed. "He doesn't care about me at all!" Then she completely broke down, feeling more alone and lost than ever before in her life. Suddenly without previous warning, she felt Nisli's hand slide down into the embroidered robe and over her upper back, gradually forcing its way under her arm toward the rounded fullness of her breast.

"You might as well relax and enjoy yourself," he gloated, ignoring Penny's resistance as she clamped her arm swiftly down over his probing fingers, trying to trap them before they reached her trembling breast.

"Don't!" she cried out in alarm as she realized that he expected the sight of her husband with another woman to convince her to go along with his wishes. "Just because Robert is shameless in giving his attentions to somebody else, don't believe for a minute that I'm just like him," she protested in a proud voice. "Because I'm not!"

With that she suddenly sat forward and struggled to her feet in order to escape his grasping fingers. But Nisli had expected the movement and deftly hung onto the gown she was wearing so that it came away from her shoulders and slipped down over her arms. She pulled frantically to get away from him, but his greater strength held her leaning forward in front of him, her firmly ripe breasts nakedly exposed from the robe now lowered almost to her waist. Her arms were helplessly pinned to her sides by the sleeves of the garment, and she felt him wrap an arm tightly around her waist forcing her body back against his. His free hand slipped around her naked shoulder, sliding across her bare mid-section and rising to cup her right breast. He kneaded greedily at the resilient white mound in his palm, trapping the hardened sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger and squeezing until a tiny excruciating sensation brought a gasp of surprised excitement from Penny's open lips. He pushed forward with his pelvis to wedge his covered hardness into the narrow crevice between her tightly clenched buttocks.

Then the relentless slave-master crushed her ribs so tightly in his cruel embrace that she thought they would break, and he leaned back forcing her feet up off the floor. She screamed loudly and kicked her knees up in front of her as he carried her with ease over to the double bed. He held her at the edge of the four-poster until she had struggled herself into weakness, all the while running his hand from one excitedly heaving breast to the other, tweaking the pinkly erect nipples and fondling the fleshy warm mounds in appreciation. He was enjoying her vain attempts to resist, feeling her taut buttocks clenching and unclenching desperately around his hardness through the material of their robes. Finally she had no more strength to continue the struggle, and she grew limp in his vise-like grasp, a warm and breathing rag doll, a play thing to be used in any way he wished. Her head hung forward with her chin on her chest, the long blonde hair falling away in cascades over her fearfully palpitating breasts.

"That's right, baby, you might as well give in," he growled behind her, his breath coming in short gasps from his effort. "Nobody's going to help you now."

Without warning he suddenly threw her forward onto the bed in front of them, and without hesitation fell on top of her. As he lay there with his heaviness pinning her to the mattress, he used the freedom this gave his hands to remove the robe he was wearing, yanking it from beneath his body. Then his hands reached down to the hem of her robe which had bunched up around her knees and slipped it slowly up between their two figures, crumpling it in a tight ring around her waist. Now his distended hard cock was pressed right up into the naked warmth between her tautly squirming buttocks, its thin clear seminal fluid seeping out to make a wet trail on her creamy white ass-cheeks.

The hopeless young bride jerked and moaned as she felt his probingly hot shaft come into contact with her naked buttocks from behind, and then she felt one of his hands trail a slow teasing path down her side and insinuate itself under her ruthlessly pinioned body to pinch at her quivering belly beneath. He forced the searching fingers between her down-grinding belly and the velvet-covered mattress until he could feel the thin curly tangle of pubic hair on the little mound at the base of her stomach. He played with it for a moment and then suddenly curled his hand down into the moist narrow slit up between her thighs, the nail of his extended middle finger scraping gently over the tiny bud of her hotly throbbing clitoris, sending chills of unwanted sensation thrilling through her body. Penny felt a sudden surge of renewed energy to resist when his hand curled still farther into the juncture of her loins, parting the slightly moist lips of her pussy to teasingly snake its way inside the tight elastic opening of her cunt. Wild electric shocks jangled through the struggling bride's nerve-endings as she thrashed and twisted under the weight of his body above. The rigid thickness of his hotly excited cock was now pressed deeper up into the sweat-moistened crevice between her ass-cheeks, throbbing as though it had a life of its own. Penny unconsciously ground back up against it in her panic, causing her tiny puckered anus to feel the direct contact of its bloated pulsing tip, and she flinched away from its hotness back down onto his hand.

Nisli began a gentle rocking motion forward against her ass, obscenely matching the rhythm with that of his finger fucking into her warmly encasing vagina below. He could feel the exciting swell of her shivering buttocks around his hotly probing cock and the wild sensation almost caused him to shoot his seething sperm over her squirming white flesh. But he wasn't yet ready for that variation. Pressing his flat palm hard into the small of her back to keep her from raising up, he pulled his other hand roughly out from under her thrashing resisting body and tangled his fingers, wet with her vaginal juices, in her hair. Holding her fast to the bed with the pressure of his hand, the sadistic grin on his face widening, he lifted her contorted face by the hair up off the mattress. At the same time he scrambled over her on his knees until his loins were aligned next to her face, thrusting forward to ram his thick turgid cock up against her tightly compressed lips.

Penny had her eyes clenched shut when she felt her mouth being forced open by something hard and rubbery pressing between her lips. She tightened the hinges of her jaws, but the force was relentless, and then she couldn't believe it when his lustfully swollen penis, thick and rounded at the bloated tip, slipped in between her teeth, intruding firmly until it was sunk deep in her gaping mouth. She was nearly choking on the hotly pulsing thickness, yet she pretended not to know what it was holding her teeth apart and forcing her tongue out of its way, but she couldn't ignore the insistent mouth-filling presence. She wanted to bite down hard but, she was afraid her apparent master would hurt her if she did, and she thrashed with her shoulders to try to break away.