Sydney felt a surge of hope after Lamar left the room. Maybe she could convince Shay to let her go...
Shay walked up to her, his cock stiff, but his expression wasn't unkind.
"Look, I know you're scared, but I'm not going to hurt you."
"Please... j-just let me go."
Shay shook his head ruefully. "Nah, we both know I can't do that. For one, we don't need you calling the cops and getting us arrested. For two, I need to do this. It's part of my initiation. Lamar won't vouch for me unless I do."
So clearly Shay was alluding to the gang he was in or wanted to be in? Sydney's mind raced. How could she convince him?
"Please, please!" she begged.
But Shay cupped her face gently, his tone soothing. "What's your name?"
"S-Sydney."
"Sydney, lay down on the bed." His eyes were gentle but there was a hint of steel in his tone. She had never felt so self-conscious in her entire life, but the naked brunette slid onto the bed and rested her head on her pillow.
"Good," Shay whispered. "Now don't move. Let's get you situated."
Situated? What was he going to do?? Sydney bit on her bottom lip so hard she nearly made it bleed. She watched Shay rummage around in one of her dresser drawers and pull out a sleep shirt. He climbed onto the bed beside her.
"Put your wrists up by the headboard." It appeared he was going to use the shirt as a makeshift rope to bind her hands.
"You don't need to tie me up," Sydney protested.
"Sydney." Shay's tone dipped in warning. His one free hand slid down to cup her pussy. "I'm going to make you feel good, all right? But to do that I can't be worrying about you trying anything. You're going to have to trust me. Now do as I say."
Sydney reluctantly obeyed. The slender girl put her wrists against the headboard. Within moments, Shay had used her sleep shirt to tie her wrists with a firm knot. Next, his masked face hovered near hers. The ski mask allowed him to wet his fingers. Then he dipped his hand back between her legs and began to fondle her sex.
Sydney looked at him. She couldn't believe this was happening. She was in her own bed... she was in her own room, the place which should have been the safest place in the world for her right now -- and she was about to get raped.
"Just focus on my touch, Sydney. I'm not going to hurt you. I want to make you feel good. Nothing but pleasure, baby," Shay added, his words trying to soothe her.
Sydney closed her eyes. Her labia felt the feathery caresses of Shay's fingers. Then those fingers were grazing her clit, making circular motions, varying the amount of pressure along her vulva. The girl felt occasional ricochets of more intense sensation each time Shay's index finger tunneled into her a little and made a come-hither motion that ended by rubbing across her nerve bundle. Her thighs opened up more. The girl's breathing and heart rate ticked upward as she let herself just focus on those fingers.
'Is it still rape if I enjoy it?' she asked herself. Intellectually, she knew the answer to be a resounding yes. And yet... part of her felt differently. A more primal, perhaps darker side of her didn't see it as quite so clearcut.
Shay began to kiss the side of her face. He seemed to be focusing only on her pleasure, on her responses to his touch. Two of his fingers now pumped inside of her, feeling the soft, smooth contours of her inner walls even as his hand jammed against her clitoris with its tender thrusting motion each time it slid in and out.
Sydney felt her stomach muscles clench up. A slow burn of sweet sensation began in her core and spread outward. The frisson of bliss that erupted through her body with the rhythmic motion of Shay's fingers sliding across her joy nub soon had her barely able to concentrate on anything else.
"Mmmm. Yes, Sydney. Just focus on my touch, baby. Nothing else. Focus on your own pleasure. That's what I want to see."
Shay had a sister Sydney's age. The idea of making this ordeal no worse for her than he absolutely had to... that's what motivated him, that's what he promised himself he would do for her. So he treated her tenderly, almost lovingly. His fingers stroked and caressed the girl's pussy with infinite patience. He watched her face begin to get flushed, the girl's nipples pebbling up as libido surged through his captive's veins.
Sydney bit her lip and just tried not to think about what was happening to her. She just listened to the voice. She just focused on the rising pleasure.
As her growing excitement ramped up his own desire, Shay couldn't help it. He leaned over now and kissed Sydney on the lips.
"UHH!"
Sydney let him. Her body felt hot all over. Her cunt felt fresh slithers of sensation, pleasure rippling through her core. A gathering wetness now soaked her captor's fingertips.
The beautiful brunette stifled a moan as she kissed Shay back, their tongues dueling as their mouths worked in tandem. She felt his warm breath, his beathing heavy with a lust that seemed to be rising to match her own. And all the while his fingers continued their fervent work. Her clit felt the insistent glide of his now sticky fingers moving back and forth, back and forth.
"What do you need, Sydney?" Shay said, momentarily breaking off the kiss. "Tell me what you want, baby."
Sydney groaned. Her cunt nudged downward like a needy sacrifice against his hand. Her legs were splayed wide, her slit grinding against his fingers.
"Don't stop," she breathed. That was all she could say. It was so mortifying, and even now her cheeks were painted the brightest red possible. If she was going to be... taken, she was just glad it was like this. She didn't know Shay, but clearly he was not the brute his partner was. He viewed her as more than just a piece of ass or a pussy. And that made her feel a little less scared and a little safer despite the awfulness of the situation.
The two were kissing again. Shay's lips nearly bruised hers with a passion that took her breath away, but her kisses were just as ferocious. Their tongues tussled and Shay's fingers pumped inside her with a quickening tempo. In and out they strove to give her all the pleasure she could handle and the girl felt her cunt moistening in the beginnings of surrender. Her entire body now might as well have been on fire. Her breasts ached to be touched. The girl's nipples stood out like tiny twin peaks.
"Mmmmm!" Sydney thrust her cunt more forcefully to meet those finger-thrusts, urging Shay on. They felt like a cock inside of her, hitting her G-spot. And then Shay's fingers slid at just the right angle, forcing just the right amount of pressure on her, pressing against her aroused clitoris to send her right over the edge.
"UUUHHH!"
Sydney kissed him feverishly and moaned into her captor's mouth as the climax took her to another world. Her body arched. Her bound hands clenched up as her cunt convulsed in the throes of something so intense that she forgot about everything except the one and only thing that seemed to matter: pleasure.
Shuddering, heaving, trembling, Sydney slowly came down from the summit of her mind-numbing orgasm. She found herself staring into Shay's eyes as he withdrew his hand from her snatch. He brought his glistening fingertips to her lips.
"Taste yourself," he ordered.
She did, happily... not that she hadn't before. When she'd been younger, she'd been curious what she tasted like... but this was different. This felt so much different. There was something strangely erotic about sucking her own fluids from the fingertips of the man who had just made her come.
The girl stared into her captor's eyes with a dazed look as the aftereffects of pleasure continued to cling to her.
"Baby, you're so beautiful," Shay murmured. He stroked her hair as she continued to suck on his fingertips. Then, once they were completely clean and covered only in her saliva, Shay drew back and slid off the bed.
Now the euphoria had finally worn off -- replaced by newfound anxiety. Sydney stared at Shay's rock-hard shaft. Her orgasm had made his cock hard, and it showed. Those eight inches of man-meat saluted her like she was the sexiest goddess, but one thing Sydney knew -- she didn't want to get pregnant.
"Please... I... there are condoms in my nightstand," she began as Shay walked over to the foot of the bed.
"Condoms? Who said anything about condoms?" Shay said. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a tenderness that shocked her. "I'm not going to fuck you, Sydney. I said I was going to make you feel good, and that's exactly what I plan to do."
Saying this, the young home intruder now climbed onto the bed and pressed his mouth between her legs. He began to gingerly nibble on her labia. The tantalizing sensations were appalling at first. Then his tongue swept up a sticky swath of her juices as he began to lick her pussy.
"AHHHH!" Sydney's stomach nearly did a backflip as the man began to pleasure her again in earnest, this time not with his fingers but with his tongue.
The college girl could only squirm and writhe as Shay assaulted her with waves of stimulation and sensation beyond anything she'd been prepared for. He didn't mind the soft fuzz of pubic hair enshrouding her pussy either. He felt it made her more of a woman. It aroused him seeing it there, the way it framed her soft, vulnerable folds. His nose took in the scent of her, intoxicating as any perfume, a sticky-sweetness coating his tongue and making his cock twitch to even greater attention.
"You're so beautiful, baby," he repeated. Now, grabbing her by the hips, he yanked her cunt flush against his face and began to really feast on her. He slurped, sucked, and licked on that helpless clitoris as if it was the last delicacy he ever wanted to taste before crossing over into the next life. He battered her little joy nub with flicks of his tongue before grazing it with his teeth, capturing the nub and tugging on it with gentle yet firm little squeezes.
And it was driving Sydney absolutely wild. The brunette was bucking against his chin, her sex moving with a fierce rhythm in time to his licks and slurps.
