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From: Don Winslow <dwin2001@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} {Winslow} "The Kiss" (Part 3) (M/F, D/s) [3/3]
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The Kiss (D/s, M/F)
By Don Winslow
Part 3/3


Slumped in the bonds that held her up against the smoothly-covered 
slab, the naked prisoner must have dozed off.  Her frantic fear had 
subsided, but a vague sense of dread remained.  Disengaged in the 
darkness, her mind floated, adrift as in some twilight zone.  She came 
out of her dream world abruptly, dimly aware of the dull ache in her 
upraised arms.  She worked her fists, roused herself, and raised her 
head to crane back against the board.  Then she became aware of 
something else  -- the dryness in her mouth and throat.  It must have 
been her parched throat that awakened her, caused her to stir.  She let 
herself hang in despair, her world now reduced in the dark cellar to 
one overpowering need, the need for water.  She tried a strangled cry 
for help, but it came out as a weak and pitiful whimper.  By now, she 
had lost all track of time, but as she hung in the silent darkness, 
with her dry mouth and now ragging thirst, she, unbelievably, heard the 
sound of the door opening above her.


Wildly hopeful, she tried another cry, desperate to get the man's 
attention.  But this time it came out as nothing more than a tiny 
whimper.  If he heard it at all, he paid no attention, for the booted 
feet never skipped a beat as they methodically descended the wooden 
steps behind her.  But even if he wasn't coming in response to her 
cries for help, the captive was elated.  The main thing was he was 
coming back!  He was coming back! 


A sudden snap and she was blinded by the brilliant flash of the 
overhead lights.  In a few seconds her eyes fluttered open to find her 
captor sitting there, bare-chested, just as before, except that this 
time he held in his hand...a glass of water!


 "Well Amy, I see you're still here."


His cruel joke brought a piteous moan of despair from the hanging girl.


 "Look what I've brought you."  He held the glass up prominently right 
before her eyes.


"Of course, if you're going to have a drink, I'll have to remove the 
gag first.  We tried that before, but you were bad.  Remember?  Well, 
I'm willing to try again, if you'll promise to be good this time.  
Really promise."  He let that sink in.  "Now tell me Amy, if I take the 
gag out, promise me that this time you're going to be a good girl."


Joyce bobbed her head vigorously, wildly desperate to get across to him 
her pathetic eagerness to comply with whatever this madman said.


Once again he reached for her, but this time instead of resisting, she 
docilely bowed her head, leaning forward to meet him, eager to help his 
hands find the binding straps that were clipped together behind her 
head.  The sense of relief to be rid of the expelled gag was 
overwhelming.   Greedily, she gulped at the glass he held to her lips. 
She took several long drinks, pausing only to breathe, draining the 
glass.  Then she looked up at him, as if she considering saying 
something.  But one look at the warning expression on his face made her 
think better of it.


"Enough?" he asked politely.


She nodded in silent obedience.


"Good. You're learning.  But you must answer properly.  From now on 
when I ask you a question you will respond with 'Yes, Sir.'  Do you 
understand?"


The girl licked her lips, dropped her eyes to the floor, and tried the 
words that came out in soft whisper: "Yes, Sir."


She glanced up to find him smiling in satisfaction.  She had pleased 
the man, and for some strange reason she felt good about that, weirdly 
proud. 


"Yes, you'll be a good girl, and I'll be nice to you, you'll see."  He 
closed in on her.  "Now kiss me."


Her lips were pursed, but now she curled them, pressing them tight 
together in mute refusal.  The man might take her, but he would not 
enjoy it!


He simply grinned and took her small face between his hands.  He drew 
her to him, her eyes widening in helpless alarm as his lips covered 
hers.  He forced open her lips and sent his tongue darting into her 
mouth.  Her eyes fluttered closed and she arched back, as his plunging 
tongue explored her mouth while his lips pressed against hers with 
terrible hunger.  


She struggled against the upwelling of lust, determined to deny herself 
and her captor the pleasures that threatened to overwhelm her.  But the 
fires that the passionate kiss kindled in her healthy young body sent 
her up on her toes, surging back against him as he ground his chest 
against the pliant softness of her maidenly breasts. Soon she was 
kissing him back, her own tongue answering his probes, slithering up 
against his in that lewd intimate dance that only lovers know.


Then he pulled back, and she was left breathless and panting, her small 
breasts heaving in the aftermath of their first kiss.



End of Part 3
The End
Copyright 2004, Don Winslow
Comments: dwin2001@yahoo.com
More of Don Winslow's erotic fiction may be found at 
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Don_Winslow/www/



 
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