Isabella stirred. Her head was spinning, and it was dark. She tried to move her arms and legs, but they were both tied. Her ankles and thighs were secured together, and her hands were tied behind her back.
The room she was in was very small, she could feel it touching most sides of her, and it was defiantly fabric.
She wriggled, trying to move away from the walls touch, but she couldn’t go anywhere. Memories started to come back to her.
She’d been having dinner in a London restaurant with Adam. He was a close friend she’d known for a while on the internet. But she’d met up with him for a meal.
Had he drugged her? Was he taking her somewhere? She wriggled some more and it felt like she was in a sleeping bag. There was a hard surface behind the fabric. She must be in a van or car boot or something. But everything was quiet. She wriggled some more.
Suddenly, her world was flooded with light and then darkness again. Something big was moving towards her from above. Something wrapped around her, it felt like. No, it couldn’t be.
It felt like a giant hand.
It closed around her waist, covering her body from her armpits down to her mid thigh. It took hold of her tightly and pulled her into the air.
She was blinded by the light again, and she could feel the air on her skin.
She was still wearing the skirt suit she had been wearing for work and then kept on for Adam. The tight fitting jacket was now totally creased and she began to regret only wearing a bra underneath.
She could feel the tops of her hold up stockings digging into her thighs and she wished she’d just warn trousers now. But why was she worrying about her clothing?
She stopped moving, and her sight began to come back into focus. She slowly looked around, trying to come to terms with her surroundings, and trying to ignore the giant mouth in front of her.
She could feel his warm breath on her face. She knew it was Adam without looking at him. Suddenly his tongue was there, licking across his lips and her entire attention was directed at the wet, red flesh.
How easily he could devour her.
She was moved back and the grip on his hand relaxed slightly as he opened his fingers. His other hand appeared and tore away the binds on her legs. She wanted to kick her legs and scream. But she knew how much that would turn him on.
“Told you I’d have you for dinner” Adam said with a smile, and she looked up into his eyes.
Lust and hunger danced there, and she knew her fate was inevitable. She couldn’t escape him.
“You’re mine now” he said simply and she didn’t doubt his words. “For as long as I wish your body to entertain me. Then I’m going to eat you. I’ll savour you for a little while, but you’re pretty fucked.”
His arousal grew ten fold at his statement, she could tell without looking down at his crotch. His pupils grew and nearly blocked out the greeny blue swirls of his eyes.
His free hand appeared before her again and before she could react, tore away her suit jacket. The material just shredded under his fingers as he pulled it off her. The arms were left in place as it tore away at the seams around her shoulders, but she knew that didn’t matter to him, he could get at what he wanted now.
He licked his lips as he reached for her bra; she wriggled in vain, her kicking legs and moving flesh causing his arousal to grow further. It was involuntary, even though she knew that she would achieve nothing except exciting him, she had to struggle.
He took a grip on her bra by pinching the centre between his thumb and forefinger; he caught her skin a little. Then he simply yanked. Her traitorous bra gave no resistance as the clips are the back tore off and the straps around her shoulders dug into her arms before they too split.
She watched her bra flutter to the ground, which to her seemed like forty or fifty feet. She felt the warmth of his fingers on her body as his forefinger stroked her breasts. He was gentle at first, his finger drifting slowly over her tits and down over the flat of her stomach.
Then he smiled, and gripped her right breast between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed, watching her nipple move as he twisted her flesh to suit him. Then he moved onto her next breast, and did the same, squeezing her hard.
He seemed to tire of that fairly quickly and pulled her forward towards his mouth, opening his lips as she neared it. To be so close to it was the most frightening thing she’d ever experienced. She could see his teeth, white and clean and sharp, waiting to crush her body, chewing her bones and flesh.
She wanted to be anywhere but near his mouth, and then she saw his tongue again. His tongue was about as wide as her waist, and she dreaded to think what it would do if it entered her.
But she didn’t have to worry for now. His tongue washed over the top half of her body, coating her tits in his saliva, and then he pushed her towards his mouth, following his tongue. His lips closed around her breasts, and she could feel his tongue on her nipples as he sucked against her.
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