Converting Cassandra Ch. 3

It seemed she was getting used to this. Well, somewhat. Although she sniffed a little, as if sensing the spirits still in her nostrils, she didn't give much of a reaction. She just lay there quietly, maybe wondering if I was going to talk this time.

After half an hour, I leaned over her and licked her right nipple very faintly. She jerked as if I had zapped her with a cattle prod.

"So, you sick bastard. You're finally going to claim your prize, are you?"

I leaned farther and licked her left nipple. She fought hard not to react at all. So I nipped her right nipple very lightly with my teeth.

"Ouch!" she cried out, much more at the surprise than the pain. But she set her jaw, and I could tell she was determined not to feel a thing, and to make as little noise as possible. She didn't want to give me the satisfaction of getting a reaction out of her. I smiled, and resumed my very leisurely pace.

I spent twenty minutes just playing lightly with her breasts. I used my teeth as much as my tongue and lips, sometimes under the full swell of her breasts, sometimes all around, but never anything hard, and never with anything but my mouth. It was at least fifteen minutes before her nipples started getting hard at all and her breathing a tiny bit shortened. Throughout that time, she never said a word, only occasionally made tiny sounds of pain after a more serious nip. When her nipples were finally hard and almost fully distended, I stopped.

After several minutes it became clear I was not going to continue. "Is that it?" she sneered. "Is that all you've got?"

I was even more determined she was not going to get a reaction from me than she was in reverse. After all, she only had words as her weapons. I had full access to that voluptuous body.

Even though I had planned to wait a full hour, it was only about forty minutes later that I started in again. "Oh, has the big man finally recovered all his strength and he's ready for another intense sex session?" she asked with false concern. The sarcasm was perfect.

Everything was just a little more than before. The licks were long and round, the bites a trifle harder, and I used some suction as well. I covered every millimeter of both breasts over and over, and the nipples started to get hard after only ten minutes this time. After a full half hour, her breasts were obviously excited and her breathing was becoming erratic. I looked down at her plump pussy lips and was sure I saw a trace of moisture. Satisfied, I stopped.

After a half hour of silence, I gave her more water. She drank a lot, almost gulping it down. Then I put her back to sleep. #

I woke her up less than an hour later. This time dinner was a bowl of beef stew, as I felt she needed some protein. Desert was an apple, which I had cut and cored. Then I quietly walked out of the room.

When I heard her calling me I went back. I let her hear my footsteps.

"I need to go to the toilet, please," she said almost politely. I smiled. She was learning quickly.

We followed the same elaborate procedure as before. This time, when she was finished, I led her another five feet into an open shower. I raised the cable until she was stretched just a fraction, but could still put her feet flat on the tiles. I had separate clamps for her feet, which I brought together almost simultaneously onto her ankles before she knew what I was doing. Although she gasped in surprise, she didn't say anything as I pulled them apart, separating her legs enough for my purpose. Not knowing she was in a shower, her body tensed as she prepared herself for some terrible torture. So it was a double shock to her when the shower spray hit her body, cold for maybe ten seconds on her back before warming up. I silently took off my robe and stepped into the shower.

On my right hand I wore a large, soft shower glove. I applied the soap to it from my left hand, and started washing her back in long, slow strokes. Although I never touched her with anything but the glove, my strokes were always slow and deep, trying to be as sensuous as I could make them. I made nice, round circles as I washed that full, only slightly fleshy ass. I really loved her ass! Then down her legs, spending time in the hollows behind her knees.

I touched her forehead to warn her I was about to wash her face, so she could close her eyes underneath the blindfold. I spent a lot of time washing her arms and armpits, teasing those breasts with faint contact around the edges many times before I finally molded them under my glove. Although I think she made a couple of tiny sounds as I lavished them with attention, the nipples did not get hard. Then a couple of minutes to her stomach, still pretty firm although starting to get a bit rounded, and finally down to her pubic area.

That must have taken five minutes! Pressing hard against her mound, then lightly over the thighs, softly over the entire area, only two or three times barely penetrating between those lips, then back around the whole area. Just as her breathing started laboring a tiny bit, I could feel the water getting cold. And that was an 80-gallon tank! Well, enough fun for now, I thought, quickly finishing off her knees and turning the water off. Hanging in the same position, I dried her off thoroughly with a huge, fluffy towel. I quickly dried myself off and put my robe back on. Then we made the long trip back to her bed.

Although she looked comfortable enough laying there, I was pretty warm. And it wasn't just because I had turned the heat up to give her a shower! Another thirty minutes meant it was time for more water. She drank nearly the entire bottle. A bit trickled onto her chest, and I used my hand to wipe it off. She actually trembled and shrank away from my touch. Oh, well, what the hell did I expect?

"Why are you doing all this?" she asked suddenly. "This elaborate procedure. Why not just rape me, or ransom me back to my husband, or let me go?"

I just watched her body, still slightly pink from the shower. I leaned over her belly and gently inhaled her smell, partly the slight scent from the soap, partly the faint womanly odor from her nearby pussy. After a short while of letting my eyes have their fill, without another word from her, I put her back to sleep. I removed the wet blindfold and replaced it with a new one. I wasn't worried about the material getting ruined; I had bought a couple of dozen. They were about twenty dollars, but well worth every penny. I hoped!