Chapter 4

When Mary limped back to her bed that night, she didn't tell Teresa what had happened. She wasn't particularly proud, even if her sexual experience had been broadened somewhat. She was confused, more than anything. She hadn't liked the idea of what Royce had done to her, but just remembering the act itself made her tingle all over. She'd really come hard. And Royce had known it.

They were just waking up next morning when Royce brought breakfast. It looked as if he'd worked overtime fixing it, and neither of them could complain they weren't being fed well while in captivity.

"Fattened up for the kill," Teresa said, her mouth full of biscuit.

"No, I think you were right about what you said. Royce just doesn't seem like the type to hurt anybody. At least not young girls like us."

"What made you come around to that idea?" Teresa asked, giving Mary a funny look. "Did he pay you a visit last night?"

"Of course not!"

"Aw, you don't have to lie about it. I heard him take you out." Teresa put a bite of egg in her mouth. "And he practically had to carry you back in. Then you took a bath, right? So what did he do that made you feel like you had to clean up?"

Blushing furiously, Mary stared at her plate. "Nothing."

"Like hell. I'll bet he fucked you, too, didn't he?"

"You can look if you want," Mary blurted. "I'm still a virgin."

"Oh, hell, I'll take your word for it. But something must have happened." Teresa smiled again. "I'll bet he's pretty fond of your bottom. I wish mine was nice and curvy like yours."

"That's funny," Marry giggled. "I've always envied your slender shape."

"Maybe both of us are pretty nice looking."

Mary grew serious again. "Teresa, we've got to try to get out of here today."

"I'm going to work on this lock pretty soon" her friend admitted. "Don't worry. We can get out if we really try."

"You'd think his boss would know about this."

"Maybe the boss is away," Teresa shrugged, finishing her toast and pushing her plate away. "While the boss is away, Igor will play."

"He wouldn't like to hear you calling him Igor."

"I'll bet Igor was never hung like Royce is! God, that thing is... " Teresa shivered and a strange smile played across her face. "I wonder what it would feel like to have it all the way inside..."

"Teresa! You don't really mean that, do you?"

"Course not," Teresa said quickly, standing up. "I was just talking."

But her friend's comment had Mary thinking, too. She was vividly remembering just how deep Royce's huge cock had penetrated her body. Much deeper than it had speared Teresa! He'd fucked Mary's ass and rubbed her clit and chewed on her neck and ears until she'd had the most breath stopping come of her life. She couldn't forget something so intense. And thinking of the way that swollen prick had felt in her mouth made her pussy slippery inside. She stifled a moan and rubbed a hand across her cunt-mound. Just then, the door was opened and Royce filled the room.

"Hey girls, how you feel today now?"

Mary was sure she saw Teresa give the huge man a little smile. Mary tried to avoid his eyes. She couldn't help taking a peek at his crotch. The snake-like lump extended down one pants leg and she could even make out the ridged shape of his cock-head. It made her nipples tingle and she sucked in a quick breath.

"You!" Royce said sharply, pointing at Mary. "Come with me."

"No!" she whimpered. But the big man grabbed her wrist and pulled her from the room. Teresa looked worried, but the door was shut in her face and Royce locked it and shoved the key in his pocket.

"Nate want to look at you."

"Nate Rexford?" Mary gasped.

"None other. You heard of him, huh?"

"Everybody's heard of him. He's one of the richest men in this part of the country, isn't he?"

"Yeah, I guess boss have lot of money. But one thing he like more than money." Mary was afraid to ask, so she didn't. "Virgins," Royce said and laughed like he'd lost his mind. "Lucky I save you last night. Or I be out of job." He wrenched her around roughly. "And when you see Mr. Rexford, you don't say nothing what I did last night, okay? I can make rough on you."

Mary nodded, She was in a state of shock as she was pushed ahead of Royce up the carpeted stairs. This part of the house was more richly furnished than the basement. She could smell money everywhere. Her bare feet sunk into the rug that seemed to go on forever down a long hallway. Royce pulled her up short at a large, fancy door. She felt foolish in her shirt and bikini.

Royce touched a button by the door and nodded to her. "You wait here." Then he hurried away.

For a moment, Mary thought of running down the hall. Maybe she could hide somewhere, or find a window to scream from. But the big house was on a huge estate. Who would hear her? Still, she could delay things, make it hard for them to find her. It was too late. The door opened and she was staring into the blue eyes of a tall, well-built man.

Nate Rexford was younger than she'd imagined. Or did he just look young? Yes, not that she could see him better, she realized he was the type of man who kept good care of his body and face. He had on a short, velvet robe that showed off his muscular legs. He was nearly as blonde as she was, and his hair was long at the nape of his neck.

"So, you're one of the nymphs who decided to pay me a visit yesterday."

Mary took a step back. "It's not like that at all. We didn't..."

Nate took her hand and pulled her into the room. The rug was blue, the sofa snow-white. There were expensive paintings and sculpture everywhere. He snuggled an arm around her waist and walked her toward a fancy cabinet. It opened to reveal an array of bottles. Nate turned his blue eyes on her as if judging what her taste might be. Then he chose a bottle.

"Mary. That's your name, isn't it?"

"Yes." Mary looked at her hands. She was twisting the bottom edge of her shirt. She felt so naked in that damned bikini. The skimpy, satin thing clung to her plush ass like it was a second skin and she knew she was growing damp.

Nate had mixed her a drink. She took it, afraid to say no. To her surprise, it tasted very good. She slugged half of it down without thinking. She needed a little courage.

"If you'd just let us go, we'd promise never to bother you again," she said at last.

"But then I wouldn't be able to get to know you," Nate said. He touched her shoulder gently. Even through her shirt, she could feel his sensuality. She trembled and took another mouthful of the drink he'd given her. Nate smiled. "And I do want to get to know you. I understand that you're a virgin."

Red faced, Mary frowned, then nodded. She didn't know how to act around such an unsettling person. She didn't know whether he was making fun of her or merely tormenting her before he tried to get his hands inside her bikini.

"Then you'll be curious about sex, won't you?"

"I'm not at all curious!" she blurted.

"Don't be silly. Everybody is. Even we who already know a lot." He let his hand slide down her back, down to where her waist curved out. Mary shivered and turned slightly, but the man touched her ass then, petting one perfect cheek as he traced the line of the bikini. Mary closed her eyes, clinging to her drink with both hands as she touched the glass to her lips once more.

"Come on over here," Nate whispered, letting his mouth brush across her neck.

"I don't want to come anywhere with you," Mary said, realizing too late her unfortunate choice of words. Nate had picked it up, too. Was he thinking of coming inside her? Or all over her belly like Royce had done to Teresa? Mary looked around as if searching for a way out. That was when Nate kissed her on the mouth.

She gave a cry of surprise, but the kiss was intense, wet, sexy. She felt him take her in his arms.

Her glass was empty except for ice. He uncurled her fingers from it and let it thump to the floor. Then his fingers slipped inside her shirt, pushing it up so he could cup each of her small tits with his palm. Mary was breathing fast now. She couldn't seem to think, couldn't seem to act.

"The sofa's more comfortable," Nate told her, pulling her down onto it. He moved his fingers quickly to the tie of her bikini top. It fell away and he gazed at her body as if she were some priceless work of art.

"I love small breasts." He kissed each of her nipples in turn. Mary hadn't even been aware of his other hand. Now she realized that he'd loosened the bottom part of her bikini, too, and was petting her fine, blonde pubic curls.

"You'd better stop now," she babbled, pushing a hand against his chest.

"On the contrary, now's the time to begin." He kissed her mouth until she was breathing irregularly. His finger was so gentle. She moaned as he found the pearly slickness of her clit and rubbed it in slow circles. "Wouldn't you like me to eat your pussy?"

"Please, let me up," Mary whimpered, embarrassed and shocked. But Nate kept her pinned back against the sofa cushions while he explored her dripping cunt. He was kissing her belly now, and she felt one of her legs being bent up so that her cunt-lips parted with a wet, sexy sound.

"Beautiful... "Nate murmured.

"Don't do this... ohhhhh!" But Mary's head flopped back and now Nate was caressing her sparsely furred mound with his lips. Gingerly, he stretched her open with his thumbs. She glanced down, too weak to stop him. A raging fire inside her consumed what little resistance she had left. He was looking at her pink, inner softness, gazing at the glistening heat of her folds. Then he pursed his lips and pressed them deep into her squishy, throbbing pussy.

"Yaaaahhhhhh," Mary whimpered, her hips moving despite her efforts to keep still. Nate's tongue snaked out, flicking up and down her slit. "Ohhhhhh!"

The sound of him eating her was almost enough to bring her off. And the itchy pleasure he created by caressing her made her belly tighten and her tits heave. She dug her fingers into his hair and tried weakly to push him away. To her surprise, Nate quit licking her pussy.

"You're hotter than I thought," he smiled. "And I think I want you to come with my cock inside you."

"Nooo!" Mary gasped, wriggling to escape. He opened his robe with a shrug of his shoulders and she saw his tan, muscled chest and hard belly. And then she saw his cock.

It wasn't as thick around as Royce's prick, but it was more beautiful. Yes, it was the only way to describe it. Beautiful. Mary was surprised and shocked at how her mind had hit upon that word without meaning to. Nate was uncircumcised but his foreskin was stretched back completely to expose his cock-head. It was shaped like a strange and delicate mushroom. The taut flesh was stretched with blood and had the texture of fine satin. Nate pulled her hand down and made her touch him. The slender hardness throbbing against her palm made Mary close her eyes and breathe like she had been running up a mountain.

"Qhhh, it's too long to go inside me! It'll hurt me!"

"I won't hurt you." Nate kissed her tits again, lingering at her nipples until she arched her back upward and trembled with erotic tension. She was still holding onto his rigid cock when he moved his hips down and opened her thighs so that the drip pink folds of her pussy opened, too.

"You put it in," he whispered.

"Ohh, no, I couldn't! I don't want you to do this! If you don't stop now, I'll...

"You'll what?" Nate laughed.

He moved his hips again. Though she hadn't really meant to guide him into her, his tip brushed across her clit. She jerked it away from her moist flesh and looked down between their bodies. Nate's cock-head was shiny with a smear of her cunt-juices. This had a disquieting effect on her. A surge of sexual electricity seemed to jolt through her body.