This is Part 2 -- I know it starts right off where Part 1 ended -- if you need a refresher to figure out where I am at -- suggest you go back and read the last few paragraphs of Part 1.
Thanks for all your comments -- really helps motivate me to write. I have a few other stories that came up as I was getting ready to write Part 2 of Bar Reward -- so I apologize for the length of time between parts.
Now onto Part 2:
I truly enjoy this part. Every single woman I have brought here realizes at this point their vulnerability. They feel the helplessness and frustration of finding themselves at the hands of a sexual deviant.
As I look down on you I know you are a keeper. Hopefully you oblige me and perform at the level that allows you to remain with me for a long period of time. My hands caress the inside of your thighs starting just by the knees and running up to your crotch.
I feel you flinch and squirm under my fingers as they glide over that smooth skin of yours. Once I get to your cunt my thumbs pry open your cunt lips.
"My, my, sweet Jessica -- you are wet, I don't mean damp, I mean wet like you really reacted to that stimulation. I bet you have never been that stimulated have you?"
I know you won't answer me -- it was more rhetorical then a true question. A cunt like you -- pure cock tease. I could tell by how you interacted with the men in the bar. Wonder how many men went home after their attempts to get into your sweet little panties with a severe case of blue balls? Well this is the price you pay my dear. All that teasing and all it did was get you into my basement.
I reach down with my left hand and grab my hardened cock and bring it up so it lies against your cunt lips. I move my hips so it slides easily along that sweet slit of yours. God how I love the feel of a hot, wet cunt caressing my cock this way. I lean down a little to get into your line of sight. Of course, that just puts some pressure on my cock so it burrows in just a bit with each pass over and back on your cunt lips.
I see the look of fear in your eyes start to build. You are wondering -- is it now that he rapes me? It looks like you are about to say something -- you are biting your bottom lip. My hands slide up your sides till I cup both your breasts and push them together. They make such a sweet spot that I know I will enjoy tit fucking you.
My desire to take you is now at its zenith. I have administered enough pleasure to you that you can tolerate. Now I need to have my pleasure. I grab my cock at the base and slowly rub it from the crack of your ass up to your clit. I see you shudder. You fear I plan to fuck you -- rape your sweet cunt. But that would be too easy. My idea is to torment you -- just rub my cock up and down while telling you how I plan to use you while you are my guest.
Physical torment is easy -- but the mental torment -- the possibility, the impending actions I describe, your anticipation of what will happen are so much more powerful than if I actually do it. Fear is such a huge tool to use with a woman like you. You always seemed to be in control when I saw you at the bar. Here you are powerless. What happens to you -- you have absolutely no say. I am sure all the men you have ever stomped on with your attitude would love to be here watching you struggle, beg, plead and cry. Payback sucks doesn't it my sweet Jessica?
"Sweet Jessica, over the next few days and weeks you will be my guest here. Your only purpose is to provide me sexual gratification. With your body I am so looking forward to hours upon hours of you giving me what I so enjoy. You know what that is my dear?"
"Go to hell asshole. I have no interest in playing your sick games. Once I get out of here you will be sorry you were ever born." She screamed at me.
I kept rubbing my cock up and down. Every now and then I would let just the tip part her cunt lips to see her reaction. She would tense up -- anticipating I would enter her. But then I would just go back to rubbing it up and down.
"I love to cum. And my biggest cums -- they come from fucking beautiful sexy women like you. Do you know how many other women have been where you lay tonight?"
"I told you asshole -- I do not want to play your sick games with you." She yelled at me
"See those panties hanging on the wall behind me? Just over my left shoulder? Count them. That's how many women lay on this table before you. Some only lasted a day or two -- some lasted weeks. But each one did give me what I desired from them and you will too. Trust me Jessica -- there is no escape. Pure and simple. You are here till I am done with you." I casually remarked to her.
I saw her eyes as she looked at the panties. I saw her eyes moving from panty to panty -- silently counting. Yes she would soon realize if I have actually had that many women down here -- and had not been caught yet -- her chances of seeing me pay for my crimes was almost impossible.
I continued to rub my cock up and down her slit. My precum was making it easier to do and every time I slipped the head in just a fraction she would tense. The combination of my actions and words was having the desired effect. Fear now became my best torment tool.
But it is getting late and I do need my rest. And though it would be fun to keep tormenting you it is best I get my rest as well as you. Tomorrow we explore just how far I can push you.
So I step back from the table -- raise the half that I dropped and secure it back in place. I walk over to my medicine cabinet and pull out the vial of that special narcotic I had a pharmacist friend blend for me. No clue what he made it with -- all I know is it works wonders. It will let you sleep for about 8-10 hours and when you wake -- no drug hangover. I helped the pharmacist out of a jam and as a reward he blended this up -- I told him I had trouble sleeping at night and he made this up for me. Little did he know its real purpose.
An eye dropper full in your mouth is all it takes. Within ten or so minutes you will drop off to sleep. I cover you with a blanket and I head upstairs. Half way up I take one more look back at you laying on my table and smile to myself. Yes, you will do well tomorrow in starting to satisfy my desires. I switch off the lights and finish walking the last few stairs. I close and lock the basement door. I take a deep slow breath and compliment myself that I have chosen wisely this time.