"Clients?" Elizabeth stammered the only word she had heard in that whole sentence, her eyes widening as he cupped her little breasts. He didn't respond to her, only rubbed her hard nipples with the pads of his thumbs. A shock went straight to her stomach, she moaned despite herself. He was exquisitely gentle, and knowing that he did not have to be, made it so much more erotic. She wondered why she was moaning, why she was humiliating herself in front of a man who was appraising her like a piece of meat for sale. Her thoughts didn't last long, as he bent to slowly suck one of her distended nipples.
"You're different than the others," he murmured, "there's something about your scent, your body heat. Men like responsive woman, you're sure to fetch a high price." She quivered as he bit her nipple harshly, and then lapped it with his tongue. She tried to restrain her moans, but it was hopeless. Her semi drugged state made her strangely pliable. His other hand moved to her panties, and began to fondle her through the silky material. "Are you wet?" he asked, moving up to slowly suck at her neck. She needed to stop debasing herself in front of this large man, whose face resembled that of the most handsome devil.
"I won't answer your questions if you don't answer mine" she said in vain, her clitoris coming alive with sensations she had only felt when she had touched herself. This answer wasn't well received -- he slapped her whole pussy, hard. She yelped at the strangely pleasant sensation, and he did it again.
"Sweetheart, stop acting like an insolent child, you're trying my patience" He said, punctuating each couple of words with a well placed slap to her pussy. She never had a man touch her there, and any contact seemed to have the desired effect -- she could feel moisture trickling between her folds. "Are you wet?" He asked again, returning to soothing the flesh he had just attacked, his other hand roughly massaging her breast. Surely he could feel the moisture on her panties?
She refused the answer, once again trying to restrain herself, remain cold. The aftermath of being drugged made this hazy, her body was coiling inside and it was a strange feeling of not enough. He slapped her pussy again, prompting her to force her eyes wide open. Then she noticed it -- a mirror facing her. There she was, in the remains of her dress, neck covered in blotchy red spots from his incessant sucking, breasts flushed and eyes wild. He followed her eyes, and smiled. Suddenly he let go of her -- she almost begged him to return.
He stared her down intensely in the mirror. Her lips parted, an escaped sigh lingering in the air. His hands had found their natural resting spots on her young body; one was continuously rubbing at the woman's poor, raw clitoris while the other played at her right nipple. She moaned anew and trembled. The sound of her bound wrists' chains against the ceiling rattled. She watched the dark shadowy figure of the man continue to stimulate her to a point where her body was firing electrical signals to anywhere it would listen.
She was almost ready to collapse, and her eyes rolled back into her head. He whispered, his voice carrying in the candle lit room harshly, 'Open your eyes sweetheart', a mockery of the affectionate atmosphere that the dim glow allotted the room. Her eyes were refusing to accommodate him, preferring the relative solace of darkness. He removed the hand off her abused clit, and she sighed gently in relief. The relief was short lived however; he slapped her hard across her ass with a velocity that forced her eyes to bulge open and her mouth to release horrid sounds.
He glared at her in the mirror, his chest muscles gleaming with sweat and his erection straining towards her. Then, an infuriating smile played with his lips as he moved his hand to her other nipple. Both his hands now covered her little breasts. The sheer size of the man's hands only intensified the perception of the command he held over her. He moved to stand behind her, and she could feel the pressure of his hard penis on her lower back. He swooped down to nuzzle her neck and whisper 'I'll be sad to go when it's time to sell you off'. He applied one last pinch to her nipples simultaneously and she exploded under his gaze, her body covered in nothing but sweat and her soaking panties.
"Now try to deny me that you're soaking wet, please. Humour me Elizabeth." He laughed drily, suddenly pulling her panties off, causing air to rush against her hot, wet skin. She practically came again, just from that feeling alone. The panties fell to her ankles, and she groaned at the sensations everywhere. Here she was, in a place that seemed secluded from reality, with a man who used her body as a tool of instilling pain and pleasure -- calling it all a lesson.
This was only just the beginning of the night.
