Miss Yus Adventure Ch 08

Disclaimer: Any sexual acts depicted involve only characters ages 18 or older. This is a work of fiction.

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"Oh god! YESSS!!!!"

Linda Yu groaned as she felt Aaron's cock spatter the back of her throat with cum. Rather than gagging, she began to swallow. But the skinny white convict didn't make it easy on her. He pulled out in mid-spurt and peppered her glasses, cheeks, and chin with cum.

The gorgeous Asian mother-of-two could only sigh with resignation as the convict leaned back with a sloppy grin to admire his handiwork. He grabbed her glasses off her face and chucked them aside hard enough that she was worried they'd get damaged.

"Please!!" she yelped.

"Aww, shut up, bitch. Now sit there with that dildo up your pussy and get ready for what I promised you."

Linda cringed. The naked woman knew what was coming. She waited while her captor leaned back toward her. Balancing on top of the red oaken table, he felt his bladder full and waited for his penis to be ready to switch modes to spray a very different kind of fluid on her.

Meanwhile, Linda's pussy felt the fullness of 'Big Pinky,' the silicone dildo, as it impaled her. Idly, she continued to rub her clitoris with one hand and fondle her breasts with the other. 'The more alluring I look, the more I cooperate, maybe the more he'll go easy on me,' she hoped.

"Please don't pee on me, Sir. Please!" she implored. Even without her glasses on, Linda could see his face in full focus as he towered above her.

The smirk on his face looked diabolical, like something out of a nightmare. He gripped the base of his cock with one hand and aimed it right at her face.

"Open that mouth, bitch. Open WIDE."

"Please don't make me, oh please," she begged. "Please you can fuck me in the ass later and I'll scream how much I like it. I'll even lick your asshole. I'll lick out your ass. Please!!" Linda added. She wracked her brain for any other promises, no matter how degrading or degenerate, that might somehow move this twisted bastard's inclinations in another direction.

Unfortunately for the sexy young mother, though, the cruel convict would not be denied.

"UUGGGHHH!!!!"

After what became the longest moments of her life, Linda felt fully degraded and disgusted. She had disobeyed him in the only way she could, clamping her mouth shut. That of course hadn't prevented him from giving her a revolting golden shower. Now, still sitting stuffed by the dildo, Linda wanted nothing more than a long, hot shower to cleanse the awful stench of cum and piss from her battered body.

And for once, her prayers were answered.

"What the FUCK did you DO?"

Linda and Aaron turned in unison to see Deion storming into the room. The big black convict's flaccid cock swung back and forth as he rushed to the table, gripped Aaron by the throat, and tossed him aside like he weighed no more than a pillow.

"Why'd you go and ruin the bitch? You're one sick mother–." The black man stopped mid-sentence in frustration, growled, and gave Aaron a baleful stare. The smaller beta male had enough sense to look away and mumble a string of apologies.

"Sorry bro, you said I couldn't kill her. You didn't say anything about--"

"Shut up," Deion spat. He pointed at the younger convict, who was rubbing the back of a head which still throbbed from where it had made contact with the wall. "Just for that stunt, you get to stay downstairs and spend the night on the couch. Oh, and keep watch while you're at it. Do a few patrols. I'm going to take our fuck-toy upstairs to get cleaned up. Then she stays with me for the night. That's right, you get to warm my bed, bitch. You ready to go upstairs and freshen up?"

Linda nodded eagerly as the musclebound black man lifted her off the dildo and set her - wobbly legs and all - on the floor.

"Come on!" Throwing a dark glance over his shoulder, Deion gave Linda's ass a resounding swat. With a yelp, the woman felt herself propelled toward the stairs. The big African American man slipped an arm around her waist and rushed her up to the second floor. Soon she found herself in a surprisingly spacious bathroom with a full stand-up shower big enough for two. The wall's ceramic tiles sported warm shades of brown, beige, and burgundy. Deion pushed her in and stepped in after her. He turned on the shower and the shock of cold water made her nipples pebble up as she let out a screech.

"YAAA!"

"Ah, it's just some cold water, bitch. Don't get your non-existent panties in a twist." Deion chuckled as he grabbed some soap, shampoo, conditioner, and a hot pink loofah to scrub her with.

Soon, to Linda's relief, the water warmed up. She sighed and let her limbs loosen as the caressing sluice of the water began to cleanse her face and skin. With her eyes closed, she tried not to shudder while Deion's hands roved up and down her body with the soap. He very deliberately and with surprising tenderness soaped up her tits and belly before dipping lower to lather up the sensitive skin of her shaved pussy.

"Please be gentle," she groaned. But to her amazement, he was. The black convict carefully washed every inch of her like a prize horse about to be put up for auction. Then, once he'd finished cleaning her body, he took his time with her hair. The muscular criminal spread the shampoo in her hair, the thick black stresses soon gleaming and smelling of watermelons and rain. Once he'd washed her hair, he then spread the conditioner through it, patiently letting it coat every inch of her thick and now glossy strands before rinsing that out thoroughly too.

"Mmmm. There. You're nice and squeaky clean, woman. What do you say?"

"Th-thank you," Linda said quietly. It felt strange that part of her sincerely meant that. It didn't change the sense of revulsion she felt toward this man who had abducted and raped her, but somehow it softened her perceptions of him. Maybe 'softened' wasn't quite the right word. All she knew was that now she had yet more proof that Deion wasn't the monster Aaron was. Her captors weren't identical, and she preferred this stern yet more gently possessive devil to the unhinged demon downstairs.

The shaven-headed black man cleaned himself as well before guiding her out of the shower and turning off the water. He then proceeded to towel her dry and lead her into the adjoining master bedroom. Throwing back the comforter, he slid onto the sheets and patted the space beside him.

"Come on, girl. Lay down. I want to make out with my cute little slave-bitch."

Wincing, Linda obeyed. She slid onto the mattress beside him and leaned toward him, giving him a passionate kiss.

'I'd rather spend all night kissing this bastard than go back downstairs to be at Aaron's mercy,' she thought grimly. To her growing discomfort and guilt, though, as the two continued to kiss and make out, Linda felt more and more into it. Or, rather, her body seemed to be responding to the soft yet insistent press of his lips and the way his hand cupped her face. Deion gradually slowed the pace of their kissing and began asking her questions between kisses. This was the last thing that Linda had expected, but she decided to be receptive to it. More than that, she yearned to get her captor to see her not as some piece of ass but a fellow human being.

"So, bitch. Tell me about yourself."

"About myself?"

Taken aback, Linda searched for something, anything to say to him. What did you say to your rapist-captor when he asked you a seemingly innocent question?

"Yeah. You got any hobbies? What about your family? You got kids, right?"

Linda's eyes widened as he kissed her again. Was this man for real? How could he be so casually cruel and controlling one moment, and then ask her humanizing questions like these the next?

'These are convicts,' an inner voice reminded her. 'Mental stability and rationality aren't in great supply among men like these.' Then that same voice grew stern and cautionary, blaring like a warning through her mind. 'Don't give him a reason to get mad. Answer him!'

"I... I used to snowboard when I was younger," Linda blurted out, thinking of the first hobby she could. Her mind raced. "I stopped though after I gave birth to my second child. I have two girls, Olivia and Tara. They're 10 and 14 years-old. Will I... will I get to see them again??" she asked.

Deion grinned, but it wasn't entirely comforting or convincing as his white teeth seemed to almost gleam in the dark.

"We'll see. Mmmm. With tits like that you got a good chance of getting out of this alive," he joked as he leaned down and gave each of her nipples a playful lick. Then he resumed kissing her, and the two made out for another good 20, almost 30 minutes. At last, though, Deion finally seemed to tire and be ready for sleep. Being a fugitive from society took a toll on a man, apparently - even one as strong, driven, and ruthless as him.

"All right, bitch. Time for bed." He slipped an arm around her waist, tucked her against his side, and tightened his arm around her like she was his own personal teddy bear. "You be my little space heater now, bitch."

"Yes, Sir." Linda hesitated though. The comforter had been thrown back to the foot of the bed. "Don't you... don't you want to put the blanket over us?"

Deion looked down and then shrugged, tightening his arm around her and pulling her closer. "Don't need no blanket when I've got your fine ass to warm me up."

Somehow, Linda managed to fall asleep like that with the feel of her rapist's washboard abs and broad torso snuggled against her back. The easy rhythm of captor and captive breathing deep in sleep soon formed a kind of strange symmetry as the moon grew larger above the trees and seemed to peer through the window in silent vigil.

In the middle of the night, though, Linda suddenly woke up. Goose bumps laced her arms and legs. The breeze from the open window made the room feel like a refrigerator. She shivered as she felt something slip inside her pussy. With a start, she realized that Deion had begun fucking her while spooning her from behind.

"Sorry, bitch. Couldn't wait until morning," he grunted huskily. He reached around and cupped her left breast while he tenderly slid his shaft into the hot sleeve of her sex once more. "Mmm. You feel good, slut. Real good. Tell me more now. Tell me more about your kids. They good kids? You proud of 'em?"

Once again, Linda had to fight off the shock of the surreal situation she found herself in. Her captor seemed genuinely interested in her answers. Whether he was more just trying to pass the time, though, or truly cared about her responses, that was still impossible to know.

"Y-yes. They're good kids. I love them very much. I... after their father died, it was hard on all of us. They've... helped keep me grounded. I don't think I could have gotten over Harry's death without them."

The hand cupping her breast loosened, gripping the supple cone more gently now. Deion laid a trail of kisses down the back of her neck as he continued to nudge his cock into her with a tender rhythm from behind. "What happened to him?"

Still amazed that her captor cared to know, Linda replied, "Bad luck."

"Bad luck?"

Skepticism colored the black man's voice. His hand slipped from her breast down to her clit and began to caress the quickly engorging nub of nerve endings.

"Ooohh! Y-yes... Harry was out cleaning up after a storm and one of the trees was rotted out. Our elm... it... the largest branch from it fell on him. He... he died instantly."

The strange, shame-filled, and confusing contrast of recounting that awful memory, combined with the surging libido created by Deion's fingers stroking her pussy, proved beyond disorienting.

"That's too bad," Deion muttered, then groaned as he stilled and erupted inside her. Linda felt his hot breath against her ear as his penis filled her pussy. With a sigh, she sagged back against him, felt his manhood begin to soften inside her. It was over now. Surely he'd let her go back to sleep, wouldn't he? But to her renewed astonishment, he didn't. Instead he continued to pepper her with questions. He asked about what Harry had done for a living, about their marriage. What kind of man had Harry been? What did she love most about him?

Finally, Linda couldn't stand it anymore. She turned around, lying there and facing her rapist as his cum seeped from her cunt.

"Why are you asking me these things?" she demanded boldly, looking into his eyes.

Deion reached down and drew the blanket over them before stroking the side of her face.

"You really want to know?"

"Yes," she insisted.

"Because a man in a high security prison has one companion above all else, woman. Loneliness. And because in that world, time means nothing. That world is a never-ending hamster wheel of nothingness. Same shit every day. Same food. Same prison yard. Same buzz each day your cell door opens or closes. Now that I'm free, I never want to know that kind of repetition ever again." He sighed and stroked her face some more.

"I want to know things. I don't even care what. I want to find out about the world. About all kinds of shit, you know? You're part of that. Yeah, I know you're not thrilled to be here," he said with a soft chuckle. Then his gaze turned serious again. "But you ain't stupid either. I can see that. You know what happens to you depends on how you behave. You're smart enough not to play games with me. I ask you a question, you answer honestly. That's good. That's real good. Keep this up and we're going to get along fine, girl."

Deion's odd pep talk actually had an effect on her. To Linda's shock and dismay, a tiny part of her saw him as more of a human being. It didn't excuse or condone what he did or the man he'd become, but at least Linda had a glimmer of understanding of why he was the monster he was. Of why this hardened criminal, after years - possibly a decade or more - in prison had become this desperate creature seeking to satisfy pleasure and instinct.

'How twisted is this,' Linda thought. 'I feel almost some kind of shared intimacy with this freak.' If she was being honest with herself, she hadn't felt a man open up to her like this since Harry was alive. Sure, this man was wrong in the head in more ways than not, and sure he was a complete nightmare, but he had showed her a strangely straightforward vulnerability just now.

Linda didn't know what to do with that. All she knew was that at times and in the most unlikely of ways, monsters were human too.

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MEANWHILE, NEARBY...

Sheriff Crockett and his deputy peered ahead through the tree-clad gloom. The SUV rumbled up the steep driveway as branches loomed overhead and only speckled moonlight filtered through.

"How much further is this cabin supposed to be?" Kara said with half exasperation and half amusement.

"Farther than it should be," Sam grumbled back. The sheriff had made several stops on the way to the Patinson property - other possible hiding places where convicts might try to make a go of it. There had been a hunter's outpost off of one of the county roads, but upon checking it they'd come up empty. Same for the abandoned dairy farm. Sam was having more and more doubts that this was such a great idea.

"Don't look so down, Sheriff," Kara teased. "I'm guessing we catch or kill ourselves a few convicts up at the Patinson cabin. Or both." There was a twinkle in her eye though as she seemed to leave something else unspoken. "Or..."

Sheriff Crockett looked at her out of the corner of his vision. He knew that playful tone all too well. Knew it and loved it.

"Or..." he prompted, playing along and letting her flirting continue.

"Or... even if we find nothing, we have a perfectly cozy abandoned cabin all to ourselves," Kara added innocently.

Sam Crockett grinned from ear to ear. Damn he loved this woman. For a moment, he wasn't sure which he wanted more now either - to nab some of these convicts and make himself look good or fuck his female deputy's brains out.

Life was full of tough choices.

TO BE CONTINUED...