Free The Devil's Surrogate by Jennifer Jane Pope

spine and explode inside her head like a small
fireball.
    'You see,'
Ross said, smiling thinly, 'there are already some things you
cannot keep yourself from doing and being. You're beginning to
understand that you no longer have any control over your existence,
nor any control over the way in which your body wants to react.
Quite soon now your flesh will demand things that only a short time
ago you would surely have found abhorrent in the extreme, and you
will crawl willingly at the feet of any master who you think might
give them to you.' He reached out and gently ran one fingertip
about her right nipple.
    Again a shiver
passed up her back.
    'Not so big as
Titty Kitty, but pretty titties all the same.' He moved his finger
to her left nipple.
    Although Sarah
tried to steel herself, the resulting sensation was almost
identical.
    'If I'd done
that to you in a drawing room a day or so ago,' Ross drawled, 'I
daresay you'd have slapped my face and cried out for your servants
to toss me into the street, but already you're understanding that
feeling of helplessness a slave needs to experience as her entire
life. Do you feel yourself to be a slave yet? Hmm, maybe not quite
yet, but very soon I promise you will.' His fingers descended to
her labia again, and this time probed just between them.
    To Sarah's
horror, she realised she was quite wet down there as the two digits
slipped easily over her lubricated flesh.
    Ross chuckled,
and probed slightly deeper. 'Your body understands what your mind
is still fighting against,' he told her. 'Here you are, primed and
ready for a hot cock, and yet inside your head you still want to
fight it, to fight even the desire for one. Shall I put my hot cock
in here for your body's sake, slave Sarah?' Abruptly he stepped
back, breaking the intimate contact. 'Maybe not just yet,' he said
teasingly. 'Maybe we should encourage your body with a few more
little tricks.' He leaned forward, and suddenly his lips were
around her left nipple. He sucked on it, drawing it into his mouth
until the ring beneath it was pressed against his lower lip.
    Sarah groaned
into her gag and only the broad strap about her waist prevented her
from arching forward with an instinct she would never have believed
herself capable of.
    'Very nice,'
Ross commented, straightening up and stepping back again. 'Let's
try the other one.' Leaning forward again, he repeated the action
on her other nipple.
    This time
Sarah was ready for the shockwaves, yet still she could do no more
than fight the urge to jerk forward against the straps, for her
head quickly began to buzz and she could feel the first warm
trickle of her escaping juices on her inner thighs.
    'Now your body
is really betraying you,' Ross informed her. 'We both know I could
take you easily now. If I removed your gag, would you perhaps even
beg me to take you? No, I think not.' He shook his head. 'Your mind
would still make you cry out and curse me, no doubt, whatever your
body really wanted. And that's what this is all about, slave girl,
freeing you from the mental restraints of years with the physical
restraints in which you now sit. But be assured, my sweet little
cock-sheath, free you I shall, and quicker than you might
think!'
     
    They came to
the fence about a mile-and-a half into the woods. It was a simple
structure, with eight or nine inch square sectioned posts driven
deep into the ground every fifteen paces or so, and horizontal
lengths fixed a few inches above the ground a similar distance from
the top. To these had been nailed thinner vertical palings, set
four or five inches apart, forming an impenetrable barrier some ten
feet high and offering no purchase for a would be climber.
    'They must
have cut down half these woods to build this,' Paddy Riley
whispered, grinning at his two companions. He looked to left and
right, to where the fence disappeared as far as the eye could see
along the broad swathe cut through trees in either direction, a
further precaution against