"Ohhhh, Royce, ohhhh, God, ohhhhh, no! Ohhhhh, shit!"
Slamming her hard, Royce save a final shudder and slumped down against her back, his hot mouth drooling against her shoulder. For a moment, Mary had no idea who she was or where she was. But what had surprised her was the intensity of her climax. She'd never come like that before. Never in her whole life. When the big man rolled off of her, she saw her missing chapstick on the bed where her cunt had been. The convulsive tension of her pussy while Royce had fucked her ass had forced it out. She palmed the thing so the big man wouldn't see. Now her embarrassment was complete. But over shadowing it was the radiant afterglow of her come.
CHAPTER FOUR
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," Mary 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."