Beyond a Reasonable Doubt Ch. 02

"What?" I think I managed to say.

"Don't try to talk, Woody."

"What?"

She had my handcuffs in her hand now and she came over and put them on me, clamped them down hard. I think I winced.

"Is that too tight, Woody? Hm-m?"

"Why?"

"That's right... I heard you like it rough. You like it rough, don't you Woody?"

I felt cold fear in the air all around me. "Who?"

"Mary-Jo told me, Woody."

I blinked. I wasn't tired anymore, just... paralyzed. She had pantyhose in her hands now and she leaned over and tied my cuffed hands behind my head with them, then draped the moist crotch over my face. "Does that smell good, Woody? Do you like that?"

I could see her moving through the fabric; no details, really -- just her body moving slowly around the cabin. It was getting hard to swallow and I felt fear for the first time, wondered how it was going to feel to die, then I felt her leaning close, felt her hot breath on my cock, her tongue stroking it. It felt like a hot, wet glove had gripped me and I saw her shadowy head moving back and forth, up and down...

"Oh, Woody, you're getting so nice and hard."

"Glad... like... it..." I managed to say.

"Oh, Woody. I do, I do like it." She leaned forward and licked my lips through the fabric, stuck her tongue in my mouth and forced the nylon in with it. My left eye was clear now and I watched her as she leaned back down to my cock and took it in her mouth again. I tried to move my legs, felt some kind of rope around my ankles and gave up.

I was aware of the smell now, the smell of her pantyhose up against my nose, then felt her get off the berth and walk to the rear of the boat. I turned my head, saw her talking with someone out there. There was someone with her, a man. It was too dark to see anything clearly but everything was becoming all too clear.

She came back a minute later and leaned over me, kissed my open eye as she reached down and stroked my cock. "You ready for me, Woody?"

"Ready?"

She straddled me, rubbed the head of my cock against her cunt. I felt the heat, the unbelievable wetness, felt her hand grab the head and guide it inside her, then she slid up and down a few times -- until I could feel my cock getting unnaturally hard. She slid off me, then up my body and I watched as she moved the nylon from my face and hovered over me.

"I'm going to mark you now, Woody. Mark you as mine..."

I felt hot liquid splash my face, smelled urine, tasted it as it ran down my face and across my mouth. She lowered herself onto my face and mashed her wetness all over me, pissed some more -- filling my mouth until it spilled down my chin and onto my chest -- then as quickly she lifted herself from my face and slid down onto my cock again.

"It's hard, Woody. So hard. I think you liked that. You ready to cum for me?"

I couldn't speak at all now but I saw her lean forward and take a cotton ball and moisten it with alcohol, then she wiped my arm, took out a syringe.

"It's not going to hurt, Woody, I promise."

She stuck the needle in, pushed the plunger down slowly and I felt a little warmth flooding through me.

I didn't feel too different at first, then the dizziness returned, my vision changed, everything looked cast in blues and purples, then I felt her hand around my cock. She was jerking it furiously now.

"Not much longer, Woody... not much more..."

I could see her holding a glass under the head of my cock, then felt an incredible orgasm wrenching through me, pulsing into the glass...

"Ooh, Woody! So much! And so soon, too!" She kept jerking it, mouthing her surprise as she looked first at the glass, then at me, then she held the glass up and looked admiringly at the pearlescent flow. She came up to me again, lay beside me so I could see her face clearly and she drank it down, licked the sides of the glass to get every bit of it, then she put the glass aside carefully and turned to me, kissed me. She forced her tongue into my mouth and painted broad strokes of cum across my face, dribbled a huge wad down onto my forehead, then licked it off and spit it down again, this time onto my lips.

She got up after that and the man came into the cabin. He had a mask on, and she stood beside him silently while he looked down at me.

"Did I do well, Master?"

He only nodded, but then he whispered in her ear.

"Yes, Master," she said after a moment. "I will obey you."

He handed her a knife.

She came up to my face again and looked at me, spoke gently, almost kindly: "My Master says I must tell you that this is a warning. A warning to stop, now."

She held the knife at my neck, I could feel the point just beneath my chin and she pressed gently.

"Will you stop now, Woody?"

The knife pressed it into my skin; I could feel my skin part as the knife slid through skin -- into muscle.

"Yes."

"Do you swear it?"

The knife pressed deeper, I could feel my pulse hammering in my head...

"I... swear..."

She turned, looked up at the masked man. He nodded and she withdrew the knife, then he turned and left the cabin.

She leaned into me, kissed me again -- this time gently.

"You're a sweet man, Woody. So sweet. I wish I'd met you a long time ago." I could see she was crying, like she hated what she had done -- but that she had been powerless to resist, as well.

"I..."

"Don't try to talk now, Woody. You're going to sleep now."

"Please... don't..."

"It's okay, Woody. This is it. It's all over now. As long as you don't break your promise, this is it."

I felt sleep coming, powerful, irresistible sleep. I could feel her cradling my face, kissing my forehead, telling me that everything would be alright again, that everything would be fine... but I knew nothing would ever be fine again... nothing would ever be the same...

I hoped it wouldn't hurt. Hoped they wouldn't find me with my dick hanging from my mouth and take pictures of me and wonder what the hell had happened to get me mixed up with this bunch of crazy, fucked-up monsters.

I felt myself falling... falling... and I wondered if this was how Lucifer felt when he was forced out of Heaven and fell from the sky.

End Chapter Two

6/17/09©2007-09AdrainLeverkuhn