Christine was on the stage singing her heart out for the audiences that came that night. Her curly long blonde hair was shinning under the light and she felt that she was the most beautiful girl in Paris that night. The audiences gave her a standing ovation for her performance while her sweet love was in the audience, smiling and encouraging, her beloved Raoul. But, she was still aware of her predicament. None of this would be possible if the Phantom did not help and coach her. She loathed the phantom as he was hiding his ugly face behind the mask and she knew that he too was watching. She had only seen his lips and chin as the rest of his face was covered behind his mask; she was convinced that he was a monster behind the mask. After the performance, the Phantom asked her to repay his kindness with a kiss. She would rather die than kiss that filthy disgusting man. She made plans to run away with her sweetheart and she would never come back to the opera.
Christine and Raoul managed to leave Paris that night and she was elated that the Phantom was nowhere to be seen. They had to stop at an inn just outside of Paris for the night. They had supper and Raoul gave her the sweetest kiss before they went into their own separate rooms. They were planning to get married the next day. She slept soundly that night and because the night was warm, she slept with the thinnest nightgown with nothing underneath.
The Phantom stood at the foot of her bed gazing at the girl who had betrayed him and left him for another man. He was going to make sure that she paid dearly for her sins. Her long curly hair framed her delicate face and her long lean legs were heaven sent. Her generous breasts moved with her breathing and her nipples visible under the flimsy nightgown. He came closer to her and he could smell her sweet scent. He too could see shadows of her bushy pussy under the gown and he lifted the hem of her gown slowly, higher and higher to see her clit.
She stirred and moved her legs. Her left leg fell from the bed and in dangled on the edge. That made her pussy even more visible under the gaze of the Phantom. She was naked from her navel to her delicate toes. The blonde hair between her legs enticed the man to come even closer. His face was inches away from her pussy. He lowered his head and blew his breath over her pubic hair; her breath quickened. He blew the hair between her legs again; she shuddered a little and he then licked the hair between her legs lightly. She sucked her breath and squirmed in her sleep. He continued his licking and she whimpered. He then blew his breath into her slightly opened pussy and her juices started oozing from her opening. He then turned his head to the left and licked her inner thigh lightly and her body shuddered. Turned his head to the right and softly nipped the inner thigh of her left leg, she sighed in her sleep.
"Slut!" he said into her now dripping pussy.
He could see her canal glistening with her warm juices and suddenly remembered the kiss that she had with Raoul. He sucked her slit hard and that made the girl moaned and thrashed her body and she all of a sudden bolted from her slumber.
She screamed when she saw the man between her legs. The Phantom held her thighs with his big hands and continued lapping and sucking her pussy. She tried to move her legs but failed, as the man was too strong and big for her to overcome his strength. She screamed and started hitting his broad muscled back trying to stop his assault on her private area. He nipped the lips of her pussy and inserted his tongue in her canal. Her hips buckled with the intrusion as she never knew that it was possible to sense all that sensation down there.
"No...don't...do...that!" she pleaded. He ignored her and continued licking and nibbling her pussy.
"Ah...ah...s...stop...no!" She felt and unfamiliar sensation deep in her core. Nonetheless, she knew that it was not right as this strange man between her legs brought such alien sensation to her. She was dazed and she was confused. Then, her senses kicked in.
"Raoul! Help me! Raoul! Please...anyone...help me!" she started to scream at the top of her lung.
She could feel the big man's tongue and his lips ceased their movement on her pussy; and he raised his head. As he slowly lifted his head, she recognized the mask and the lips under the mask curled into a menacing smile. Her eyes grew wider with the realization that the big man between her legs was no other than the Phantom himself.
"He is dead Christine." His deep voiced reverberated in the small room.
"They are all dead!" he continued.
"N...no...you're l...lying! That's ...not...true!"
"I do not lie like you Christine. I killed him with my bare hands." He said.
"No...please god...no...no!" she screamed and cried. Then, she fainted.
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Eric sat on the divan in his room studying the girl that he had shackled to the stone wall. His eyes moved from her long delicate legs, her high breasts with her pink nipples, her luscious lips and her succulent pussy. Her arms were bound together above her head while her legs were shackled to the ground. He would make her suffer for her betrayal and Raoul had already paid the price.
Christine gained her consciousness and the first thing she felt was the searing pain shooting her arms. Then, she realized that she was naked. She opened her eyes and saw that the Phantom was about ten feet away from her. She gasped. She could only see his eyes from behind the mask and his eyes were full of hatred. After that, her eyes roamed around the room that had no window but only lighted with the candles on the wall. There were only a few pieces of furniture in the room. There was the divan he was sitting on, a huge bed, a big oak table, a fireplace at the end of the room and a shelf that contains jars and jars of liquid of multitude of colors.
"W...where am I? W...what are...going to do with me?" she nervously asked.
Silence.
"What are going to do with me? Let me go!" she yelled at him.
Still silence.
"Y...you filthy bastard! Let me go!"
Without any words, the man moved from the divan and took three steps towards her standing a few inches from his captive. Her small frail body trembled and realized how vulnerable she was in comparison with her captor. He was standing at 6 feet 5 inches, his shoulder was broad, and he was all muscle. She did not dare look up and she just stared at the lapel of his coat. She could feel the warmth from his body radiating to her naked cold skin.
"It's time to make you pay." She heard from above her head and her whole being was shaken.