Chapter 4 -- The Plot
I move my hand over her warm, nearly bare buttocks. I massage her, kneading her skin, almost gently, as if I were smoothing in a creamy lotion into her skin. I playfully pick and nip at those blue, nearly-thong nylon panties. I feel her shudder, and moan, and try to swing away from my eager hands.
I give her ass a quick, sharp *slaaaaaaaap!*
I grasp the pulley rope, and carefully, slowly, lower her down onto the mattress. Her long, lithe legs tremor as she is lowered back down. Her head, then her shoulders, her back, her butt cheeks, ... finally, her legs lower to the dirty mattress, giving her a chance to relax.
Her breathing is heavy. Her chest heaves beneath our tight ropes; her areolas seem to glow; her nipples remain rock hard; and, her legs squirm, and her hips sway ... as if she were still trying to escape my ropes.
I know better.
I glance at Chano. I'm surprised he hasn't picked it up yet. He's supposed to be the "ladies' man" among us. He's the one who can 'read' a woman from across the room. I smile a crooked smile under my mask.
Maybe he was too busy getting off to notice. Or, maybe, there are some things that only experience can teach, something that takes an "old school" guy to understand.
Of course, it helps that I'm also a pervert.
Elizabeth lays prone on the mattress, rolling her head slowly from side to side. She mewls softly into her gag. All the while, I can't help but think of my secret childhood games, and what I would love to have done with little Mary Jane all those years ago! All those times when I'd tied her cute little red plaid skirt around her kicking legs, and wrapped that sturdy clothesline around her frilly white blouses. All those times she 'begged', and said she'd do 'anything' to keep me from tying her to the 'railroad tracks'!
All those times I climbed on top of her, and rubbed myself against her, not quite understanding, but knowing it felt good! She knew it, too, even though all the while she shook her head, "No! NO! Not that!"
I clucked to myself. Little Mary Jane was a good Catholic girl, and she 'had' to resist my carnal desires. But, it's not like Elizabeth can refuse any offer I make to her right now, can she?
I motion to Chano. "You've made kind of a mess here, bud. Get a towel. Let's clean Ms. Elizabeth up."
I smile and sidle next to the prone, nearly nude hostage. When she tries to scoot away, I sit her up, propping her against the dingy white brick wall. I drink in those long, churning legs, inside those taut brown ropes. I almost can't see those skimpy blue panties, now, wedged between her thighs, and her cheeks.
Instinctively, I begin tweaking and teasing those still hard little pebbles on her chest. I lick her neck, long, and slow, and feel her tense in my arms. I slide close enough to feel her body heat, almost close enough to taste the sweat rolling between her titties. I whisper:
"Your password, my dear. Your password is the only reason you still have to be here. Of course, ... " I slip my fingers between her warm, humid upper thighs, "... you could choose to stay. You could choose to stay, and 'entertain' us."
Then, my tone grows menacing: "But, we'd only let you stay as long as you 'amuse' us, ... and as long as we get those computer passwords."
