Chapter 7: Cage of Solitude
Elizabeth continued to scrawl diary entries and plan an escape as the stayed in her cage of dark solitude-a cycle of endless beatings, rapes and barely any food to keep her weak. Victor continued to keep her without any clothes.
Dear DiaryDay ?
I feel like a caged animal…I can't see outside and I have no idea what day it is even. Every once in a while he will come into the room and rape me for hours. There is no way out of here, he doesn't let me out, he throws food into the room in a metal dish with one spoon. Why does he keep me?
He will rape me until he gets tired and by that time my body is just jello. My whole body hurts so bad I have to drag my lower half to get anywhere. Part of me hopes he will kill me and another part of me hopes I will get out of this alive. Sometimes he will purposely pick me up and toss me onto the hard floor before he has his way with me and sometimes he will scratch or bite me just because it entertains him. I am covered in bloody bite marks and scratches.
Its like he wants to mark me so that even if I get away every animal will know that I've been touched by a beast and that I belong to him. I know though I may never see my family again or anyone I love. I fear to try and get help even if I could because I don't want anymore people to die for me.
I'm so damn tired. I barely sleep because I'm scared he will come in while I'm sleeping and possibly kill me. I'm too scared to close my eyes, this man has embraced his other half, he has become the beast and he is toying with me. If I try to refuse to obey him, I receive a bite or scratch, accompanied by a growl.
I can barely stand, I don't even remember the last time I did. He lets me take a bath when I began to smell too bad.. But always its accompanied a few hours of sex as if he must replace HIS scent back on me.
I don't know what this animal is capable of and I'm too frightened to find out. So because I fear what he might do to me in the dark, I do not sleep during the night…no I'm awake. I am tracking this beast, who is probably going to kill me. He will never let me go.
God help me.
Beth
There was one night however that she planned to make her escape, so she kept her spook that night and Deadpool-so unaware of her little action-didn't notice it gone. Beth knew that Victor would come for her nightly beating-which she took and when he went to close the door, she jammed the spoon in the way of the lock. Then she waited, her mouth dripping with blood, her wounds open again and her breathing heavy.
He hadn't noticed but still she would wait a bit and dab blood from her mouth. By this point her blood had to be everywhere in the cell. Beth waited for an hour before she weakly tried the door. At first there was nothing, but as she stood and pushed with what strength she had-she pushed it open, falling on the floor hard.
Most people would have cried out but she fought the urge and the pain. For a moment she lay naked on the cold wood floor to be sure he hadn't heard her. When nothing happened she pushed herself up and headed for the bathroom. If she was going to escape or get caught she might as well wash. Outside she could hear now a thunderstorm was just in its youth.
In the bathroom she drew a very hot bath and took her time to wash, dry and look in the mirror. Her wounds were purple scars; if she completely managed to get free she would be marked forever. By the time she got out, the water in the tub was just red; her wounds had mostly stopped bleeding and began to clot.
There was an old bathrobe that she found hanging on the wall in the bathroom, which she put on and tied tight. Then she headed back toward the rest of the dark house to see where she might be able to get out. None of the boards that were on the windows would budge because they were now welded metal sheets. The door had padlocks and iron bars across it, there was no way to open it.
With reluctance she turned toward the winding staircase to see if she might find a window upstairs that was not boarded up. The stairs threatened to give away her position as they creaked and moaned under her. At the same time she could feel her heart threatening to bust her ribcage as it pounded.
Beth stood stone still at the top of the stairs as she waited to see if she had woken him. There was nothing but the wind, rain and lightening. The thunderstorm raged outside and it seemed rather befitting as it lit the hallway before her. There were tall windows lining the right wall, while the left had nothing but endless rooms.
Thunder rumbled through the house and Beth jumped feeling her whole body drain of heat as terror climbed her nerves. With a deep breath she crept along the hall only to find that there were just two doors open. In one of them she found a very surprising sight and for a moment she found herself staring at this oddity.
Lying on his back, on a canopy bed made of dark oak and covered with black silk sheets was Deadpool. His breathing was shallow, his chest rising and falling steadily and for a moment he was halfway normal. A black silk sheet lay barely draped over his lower half, one leg stuck out of the sheet and there was a noticeable growth occurring just under the silk. It was-as far as she could tell- not as big as Victor but still a lovely sight and that was odd for her because she found him to be somewhat attractive in this moment.
"Oh my god."
Beth decided to pull herself away before she found that she couldn't. In the next room growling in his sleep was Victor. He too lay on a canopy bed, lying on his stomach, one arm lay stretched out above him. At this angle she could see the muscles in his back, arms and on his legs even hidden as they were.
As he breathed in slow shallow breaths, she watched the muscles flex in his body. All she could think of was the movement of a cat, how it seemed to roll its shoulder blades and all the muscles slowly flexed one by one. Now she remembered going to the zoo as a child and watching the lions sleep. They were dangerous and also majestic in a way.
Just like the lions in the zoo, she now stared at the beast, he was dangerous, cruel and a man to be feared. But perhaps that was what made him beautiful. It was what mad her body respond even now.
Those pretty greens scanned over his lovely caramel, flawless skin. They moved up the covered legs to his hips, those powerful hips were showing and she smiled slightly knowing he slept naked. Beth was unaware of just how much she was drinking him in until a flash of lightening lit the house and a rumble of thunder shook her to her very core. She jumped but didn't move.
For a moment still she stared at him in his animalistic sleep, his mouth open slightly-fangs showing. She thought about why this beast-despite the beatings and rape-still could make her react. Then she realized, fear; it was the adrenaline that turned her on so bad. As sickening as it was she was turned on by fear of this man and it make it worse, she loved it.
Another bout of lightening and thunder-Victor shifted in his sleep. Beth moved to the wall beside the door quickly. She heard him groan, the bed creaked but then nothing. After a few moments she peaked into the room again.
Her breath was caught in her lungs as she took in the sight before her and had to fight herself not to touch him. Beautiful was the last word she wanted to use to describe him but it was there in her head. His hairy muscular chest rose and fell. Those strong clawed hands lie across his stomach and now her body heat rose.
Again her eyes trailed up his now bare, hairy and muscular legs, then to his things, those thick thighs that ground and rubbed against the back of hers. She could still feel them and her lower regions began to become wet. Her eyes traveled to the black curls at the apex of his thighs and the wonderful, bare sight between them. It was nine inches of smooth pleasure and Beth could almost feel its thick perfection spreading her folds.
As she remembered-while staring at his hardening shaft-what he felt like sliding into her pink depths, her breathing began to become heavy. Those green pools managed to continue up his abs, those hard furry muscles that brushed across her butt as he plunged into her repeatedly. She swallowed as she began to ache and break out in a sweat despite the cold of the house.
Beth trailed over those powerful, clawed; resting hands and could feel them gripping her thighs-the fingers brushing her swollen clit even with the claws. Her breath hitched in her throat for a moment as her memories tortured her. Then her eyes moved up to his powerful chest and those muscular biceps that lay motionless at his side. That chest, her eyes came back to that chest-the one that so often presses into hers when he pins her down so he can torture or tease her. She let her eyes drift back to his arms, those arms that make it impossible for her to get away.
By now her inner depths began to ache for his touch and her clit-now swollen-began to throb. As she pulled away from the door she could feel the wetness between her legs and she hated it. Another flash of lightening and thunder shook the mansion. As the thunder faded away, she heard a noise behind her and turned slowly around. But she found no one, nothing. At this point, she knew she had to get out; she had wasted too much time staring at Victor.
Beth turned back around and found a dark hallway before her, there was not even moonlight to hint as to what was around her. As the storm raged on, it masked any other sound around her and what she didn't hear above her was someone moving through the unfinished rafters at incredible speed. She didn't even see or hear them drop down in front of her.
But when the lightening filled the hallway again, Beth nearly fell backwards. Standing in front of her was a very unhappy Victor; the look on his face was stone serious. All she could do was stare at him and his growing erection. A smirk played across his lips as he lifted his head to look at her better. Slowly he stepped toward her and as he did she stepped back. The thunderstorm was now the soundtrack to this little tango. His feet made no sound on the wood floor as he moved toward her.
"Where you going Beth?"
"Home. I just want to go home."
"Heh," He smirked. "You are home."
To Beth it felt like she was a marionette puppet and he was dancing with her, pulling the strings so she moves just ever so perfectly in sync with him. All she wanted to do was to go home or to run back to her cage. The thought even crossed her mind to just jump out of one of the tall windows and even if she broke her leg, at least get away from him. Now she could feel terror and arousal rising up in her from the heal of her foot. It slowly traveled up her legs, it was like tiny ice pens pricking her as it went-it was very unpleasant.
"Beth," He whispered her name, almost humming it as he cocked his head to the side to look at her. "Don't make this hard, just take your punishment like a good girl and maybe you'll be able to walk in the morning."
"I just want to go home."
She was cut off with a grown and she noticed he had stopped perusing her. From the little time watching him fight, she understood that this meant he was probably about to close the distance between them quickly and that meant running on all fours. Victor's posture changed and his head dropped slightly; for a moment he closed his eyes as if to hide his thoughts from her. Then he exhaled slowly, she knew that was a calming technique and that mean she was close to death for escaping her cage.
"Beth," His voice was lower. He was giving her a change to make her punishment lighter.
"N-No."
Beth suddenly realized what she had done and she turned to run for the stairs but the hallway seemed to grow longer. Behind her she could hear him, he was running and when she turned to look, she found she was right. Victor was now running full charge, naked on all fours. She turned back toward the stairs that she was almost at and when she did, he jumped on her, pinning her under him. Her body hit the wood with enough force to jar even her most healed wounds.
The robe around her was now open slightly and along with his weight pressing down on her, there was his hot skin-which did nothing to stop her ache that she by her own stupidity had started earlier. Those rough powerful hands gripped her wrists, his erection pressed just at the top of her thighs and his breath was like fire in her ear. That hot breath tantalized the tender flesh of her neck as well, sending shivers down her spine. Beth turned her head, squeezing her eyes shut as if this would hide her from him.
When he spoke, his voice growled every angry word. Victor was extremely pissed and god knew how bad he was going to hurt her. Part of her feared that tonight she might die, that she had messed up bad enough for him to actually kill her.
"Beth…I was going to make this easy…But now you're going to have to beg me before I'll stop!"
With that he hauled her up by her arms and scooped her up by her waist, only using one arm to hold her at his side. She looked like a child whose father was removing them from the store for misbehaving. As he carried her she noticed Deadpool standing in the doorway, a twinkle in his eye as if he knew what was coming her way.
Victor tossed her on the floor by the bed and slammed the door shut behind him. The beast had tossed her as if she weighed only ten pounds and not the 135 that she might still weigh. He moved over toward her and grabbed her by her hair, hauling her to her knees in front of him.
Beth knew what was coming, it was staring her in the face but it was so perfect-that long smooth shaft, free of scars or birthmarks, just smooth light pink flesh. It was framed by those soft dark curls, which she found her fingers lightly trailing through. Her digits traced little circles up and down that pink flesh.
Victor twitched, first his body and then the other nine inches of him. Beth wanted to torture him a little bit so she could delay her beating, rape or whatever he was going to do to her. Holding him with one hand, she began to plant wet kisses up and down his cock. It tasted salty and somehow sweet but it was also delightful. That was odd to her, considering her hate and fear of the man; she still couldn't help but become aroused by him.
Victor leaned his head back a little and his grip on her hair relaxed a little. He almost began to rock a little bit as she worked him over but still he didn't moan.
Beth worked her tongue over him now, finding a spot along the length of his shaft that almost made him curl his toes into the wood beneath him. She worked this spot for a little while before pulling away and blowing on his now glistening manhood.
A low growl escaped him as he also leaned forward grabbing one of the pine canopy posts to steady himself. It was working, by the time she was done with him, she hoped he wouldn't be able to stand, let alone chase after her.
So she continued, relaxing her throat muscles and sliding him all the way back with a moan. This made him about fall over and he choked on his moans as the breath went from his lungs. She worked him in long gentle strokes, varying between moaning and humming.
He now leaned fully on one of the posts as shivers traveled through his body almost constantly. Sweat now glistened on his skin and his toes were curled so hard that the nails scratched the floor. The claws on his hands were now dug about an inch into the soft wood of the canopy bed to keep himself on his feet.
Beth stroked him with her mouth and hand, her other one cupped his balls gently massaging them. When she lightly grazed her teeth along the very tip of his head, his eyes rolled back into his head.
"Oh Shit!"
Victor shivered and his claws dug deeper into the posts that he was holding onto as he came hard. When Beth felt his orgasm hitting him, she began to moan hard as his juices hit her tongue warm and salty. The poor beast came so hard that he screamed loud enough to possibly wake the dead.
There was no time to think about it, Beth swallowed and tried to stumble up into a run. But her plan was flawed because Victor still had strength left and he had her by her right ankle, dragging her back before she could get more than a few feet away. She turned around to see that the pleasure on his face had faded to just anger.
"Where the hell are you going? Now…you have made things worse for yourself. Now I won't stop until I have decided you have been punished enough."
Where did this man get his energy? Beth couldn't understand how he recovered so fast, he was truly not human. All she could do was to stare at him in fascination and fear. She was froze there was no conscious ability to move-no matter how hard she tried.
Victor again hauled her up from the floor with enough force to rip her arm from its socket. Although she was lucky her arm didn't even dislocate, it did shoot pain through the fresh bites on her shoulder that he had put there earlier in the day. The bites were still a lovely dark red scab and now as the flesh of her arm was stretched by him yanking her up-they began to bleed again.
"Victor please." Beth begged shamelessly now.
His response was slamming her against the post he had been previously holding onto, pressing the carved wood between her breasts hard and gripping her head in his had so his claws rested just on her cheek. She could barely make out his face out of the corner of her eye, but his voice in her ear was unmistakable.
"Oh no sweetheart…you broke the rules and for that there are consequences. You need to be punished and no amount of begging will change my mind."
There was something just as unmistakable as his voice, his hard naked body pressed against her. Again she tried to fight her own body as she felt the ache in her lower belly and the tingling between her legs.
Victor had parted her legs with his and was rubbing his hot muscular thigh between hers. The coarse hair making her body respond more as her moved that leg up to brush against her freshly shaven folds. Now she wished she hadn't shaved because he knew now sensitive those tender lips were and he was taking advantage of it. So with a slight smirk, he tantalized them with the muscle of his thigh. Beth tried not to twitch under his touch but she could feel that it wasn't stopping her juices from leaking onto him.
Then without warning he yanked her away from the post and in one swift motion he ripped her robe away before he tossed her onto the bed completely naked. As she sat on the bed-lucky she didn't slam her head into the wall- blood ran down her shoulder where her wounds opened up again. At the sight of her blood, her grinned, baring his canines as an evil glint began to glimmer in his eyes.
The predator leapt on her in a matter of a few quick movements he had her wrists and ankles strapped-each to their own separate post. They weren't chained, no, they were strapped in black elastic straps and they made it impossible for her to move. 'Had he planned for this?" Beth wondered to herself.
When he was satisfied with his work, he climbed off of her and stood at the end of the bed admiring her. A deep laugh escaped his lips and he grinned, satisfied with himself. The lightening of the storm once again filled the room, lighting his perfectly sculpted body, those glinting eyes and it made that grin he had all the much more chilling.
Beth tried to keep her head up but her neck was still too sore from previous wounds. Another couple flashes lip up the room and again more thunder. It was movie perfect suspense, the thunderstorm making him appear like the evil villain in any classic movie. He was Doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hyde or Michael Myers- a flawless, methodical hunter, a killer and an animal who loved to toy with his food.
From no where she heard that voice again, the one she heard before while in the bath tub and with a little effort she realized what or rather who it was.
'Tsk tsk tsk…you're all tied up. Should have just been a good little girl and stayed in your room.'
Where was he or is he? She wondered as she tried to look around frantically for the grotesquely disfigured mutant. A flash of lightening lit him up behind Victor and not a second later he was gone. Beth cranked her neck anxiously trying to find him. The whole time Victor watched her with amusement and couldn't help but say something.
"What's the matter Beth? Afraid of a little hide and go seek?"
Again, Deadpool laughed and Beth panicked. She struggled with the restraints, but no matter what she tried they didn't give. She watched Victor absentmindedly run his claws down his stomach. Those claws left little white scratches behind as they went and she couldn't help but stare.
Beth chewed on her bottom lip as a small wince of frustration escaped her and she pulled at her restraints because she could feel her body responding. First there was the unmistakable hot white flash of heat all over, then the panting and finally the sweet smell of arousal that rushed into Victor's nostrils. This made him lick his lips and as she watched that tongue move over those tempting lips, she felt her own tingling between her legs.
He was loving this; he 'was' going to make her beg and he was loving punishing her. Inhaling he let his eyes slowly roll back in his head and as he did a moan vibrated through his chest so deep it was almost a purr. That only made her remember how his growls and moans so often vibrated down the tender flesh of her neck.
He leaned forward putting both hands between her calves and slowly crawling up her body. Beth watched every muscle flex, his naked shoulder muscles flexed and rolled like a typical big cat. That hot rough skin brushed between her thighs, first his forearms, then his biceps and finally the rest of him-the hair on his body only creating more friction, more heat and making her own body grow hotter with every brush of it.
His muscular chest brushed against her softest parts making her yank harder at the restraints. Finally he was lying on her pressing into her as another erection pressed firmly against her womanhood-that was just begging to be touched. But she knew she had to resist him and she had to fight her urges.
'Are you aching yet Beth?'
Deadpool whispered mockingly in her mind as another flash of lightening lit up half his still naked visible form standing at the side of the bed. That freak, was he going to stand there and watch? He wasn't seriously going to stand there, Beth raged to herself. But apparently he was going to stand there and watch her try to fight off the urges she was having.
Beth tried squirming under Victor but that only made things worse because that put his erection just between the lips of her outer labia and she shivered as she felt the warm hard flesh touch her soft wet flesh. A laugh rumbled through him right into her ear before traveling through the rest of her.
"Go ahead and squirm. See where that gets you."
Victor began trailing his claws down her neck ever so lightly before biting into that tender flesh. Her breath hitched in her throat and for a moment she couldn't breath. When she did find her breath it came in short ragged bursts as if she had been crying really hard.
Then he began trailing those claws lightly over her soft mounds, his fingers twisting the erect pink nubs as he went before he leaned down and took one in his mouth, biting her breast just hard enough for a little pain. But this action was so brief that it left her body hot and tingling for more.
Beth shifted, wincing as he moved away from her breasts and down her body. One hand drug his claws down her left side as he bit his way down her right, making sitting still impossible. That black coarse beard brushed against her skin and left a hot trail down her body as it tickled her.
'Give in Beth.'
She fought to ignore them both, but by that time Victor's claws had moved down to trace the skin between her thigh and her progressively hot womanhood. Her composure was starting to break and she wasn't sure she could resist much longer. To make matters worse, his head was now down between her thighs. Those canines trailed up her inner thighs; his facial hair brushed along them as well and this only served to make more warm wetness shoot down between her legs.
Now he lightly traced circles with his claw over her outer labia and Beth shoved her head back into the pillow. All she wanted was relief from the ache, an orgasm or for him to just finally touch her. She couldn't believe that he was starting to win this battle and she was collapsing under his torture.
Victor moved his mouth over to her hot aching pussy and breathed hot air onto it. Beth couldn't stop herself as a moan escaped her lips and out of the corner of her eye she could see Deadpool shift. Another mischievous glint formed in his eyes.
The beast was so close that his beard brushed those shaven lips and made Beth start tossing her head side to side. The first hot lick of that tongue sent shivers through her body and the next sent her eyes back into her head.
"Mmm…I can taste you Beth."
"Sh-sh-sh-shutup!"
Beth struggled to talk at this point and her words were slurred together as she finally managed to tell him to shut up. Victor flicked that tongue across her swollen pink bud. That made her whole body twitch and her hips shifted to try and get away from the torture. But he grabbed them with his powerful hands, brushing his thumbs across those tender lips.
"What's wrong Beth?"
"P-please."
"Please what?" He lowered his voice. "If you want something, you will have to beg for it."
She caved, she couldn't take it anymore.
"Eat me, fuck me just please Victor. Stop teasing me."
A growl could be heard deep in his throat as she leaned in, pulling her folds away so he could suck her clit and she was surprised, his fangs never touched her. His claws never scratched her as she pushed an index finger into her hot pink depths and his tongue continued its assault on her clit.
His fingers felt so good inside of her, they were rough and soft, the perfect texture. Victor twisted that finger inside of her, making her whole body shiver harder and yet still he didn't scratch her. Those digits found her g-spot and once they did, he stroked it until her toes curled. Victor probed her creamy, silky depths with those strong thick fingers, wiggling them, twisting them and making her ability to even move a task in its self.
Beth was trembling as her eyes rolled back into her head and she felt his coarse hair on her inner thighs. The beast moaned, vibrating her clit and labia, making her almost scream. More of her sweet nectar rushed down to meet his mouth as his tongue began to probe her inner depths. She surrendered to him; she let him play with her body. When she was almost at climax, he stopped and pulled away from her. Beth tried to reach for him, but the restraints held her tight. The whole action left her lower half throbbing and aching worse than before.
For a few moments he just circled her, making her watch him suck her juices from his fingers. The erection between his thighs twitched as he stared at her and then he crawled back between her thighs, kneeling with his length in his hand-the head pressing just at the entrance to her aching hole.
Beth squirmed and twitched as she could just barely feel the head of his cock slightly part her folds. But it was just enough to make her ache even more for him to take her. He circled the head of his cock ever so slowly around her outer wetness, the feel of that warm, firm flesh made her yank at the restraints.
"Victor-"
He cut her off putting a finger to his lips and shushing her in a deep whisper.
"Sssh."
Then he began to slowly push his head in, but just a little bit before pulling back quickly. Again he put his cock slowly between her pink folds but more this time and then he pulled out again quickly. This made Beth start tossing her head back and forth in frustration. It left Beth with a tingling sensation that traveled up her inner folds and made her whole body twitch.
Victor crawled up her a bit, his manhood still just barely resting on her soft wet mound. Her eyes were still closed as she felt his gaze on her face. For a second she froze, worried that perhaps she had done something wrong and pissed him off again.
"Look at me Beth."
It was hard, so very hard but she slowly opened her eyes to look into his deep cobalt blues. 'What does he want?'
"Please-"
"Keep your eyes open."
That was all he said before he entered her fully and hard, reaching that deep ache. Beth fought to keep her eyes open as she felt his entire member fill her and without pain. A smirk played across his face as he watched the pleasure dance in her eyes.
Off to her right-no matter how hard she tried to ignore it- she could still see Deadpool just standing there, watching her be violated. It made her feel completely dirty and part of her wanted to just crawl away, but she couldn't. He didn't make any sense either because he wasn't even masturbating, just watching-although he was noticeably hard.
Victor began to pump in long slow strokes, letting her feel every inch of him. His hard body brushed against hers as he moved, his eyes forever locked on hers. Beth began to pant and moan as her muscles tightened around him-every stroke bringing her closer to climax. The beast kept perfect rhythm, never increasing his speed and he knew what this would do to her in the end. As she shivered under him, he felt his own climax coming close and he growled.
Beth shivered, her moans growing louder as she felt her body respond again. Now she was dripping onto the sheets, sweat glistened on both of them as they panted together. The feel of his coarseness against her soft flesh made her shiver even more and a small orgasm hit her.
"Oh god!"
He growled in response but kept the same rhythm. She could feel her body giving into him as another orgasm hit her in waves. The man never lost his balance, never faltered and somehow was seemingly unaffected by the feel of her orgasms. Now she could feel him twitching inside of her. She decided to entice him so she tightened her muscles on purposes around him and pulled another growl from him.
This made him began to pump into her harder, rocking her body as he did-sweat glistening on his arms, chest and stomach. The big cat was now baring his fangs, his jaw was locked and tight, she began to pray he didn't bite her again.
But he leaned down to do just that and as he did, she decided to bite into his shoulder first. Her bite broke skin and made Victor pull back quickly-when he did, she could see blood on his shoulder. He even pulled out of her and just stood at the end of the bed, his cock glistening with her juices. For a moment he looked at her in shock, but then a grin took the place of shock and he crawled back onto the bed in a kneeling position. With the flick of a claw he cut her ankles free from the restraints and before she could move, he grabbed her by her hips, digging his claws into the tender flesh.
Beth bit her lip against the pain and blood poured down the side of her hips as he began to pound into her harder and faster this time. In the matter of those few moments, whatever it was he did, he brought her to climax and it hit her in hard blinding waves. It made her whole body tighten up, her leg muscles tightening so hard that they hurt, her body shivering so hard that she shook the mattress and screamed.
"Oh God! Victor!"
But he was not where near finished, he stroked through her orgasm and he did not finally cum until her second climax-which left her whole body sore, weak and exhausted. Beth could barely move as she felt him cum in her hot and hard. This time he didn't just growl, he screamed.
"OOOHH!"
"Fuck!"
Beth could just barely let the moan escape her lips and afterwards she just lay there panting-her eyes fought to stay open. She fought sleep as she felt Victor pull out and his weight left the bed. Before she finally lost the battle to sleep, she heard one thing.
"Tsk tsk tsk…you messed up my sheets."
Consciously she knew that sleep was probably the worse idea but some part of her-the exhausted part of her didn't care. She was so tired, she didn't even feel the restraints being untied or feel herself being moved. It wasn't until the next morning that she would finally regret not getting out of the mansion sooner and she would regret taking too much time to stare at her predatory master.
