Free The Captive by Amber Jameson Page B

Megan was delighted when she saw the girl flinch in terror.
    “Come now,” the woman cajoled. “It’s like cold water - it really isn’t so bad once you’re in.” She paused, thinking. “Or rather, perhaps I should say, once it’s in.”
    Zacora’s whole body was taut with fear, flinching back against the post. Her eyes were closed against the awful scene on the ceiling above her, and yet her sex pouch was ready for something to stretch the soft cushiony walls.
    Not a snake though! Oh no, not a snake!
    “Here he comes!” Megan made the snake wriggle, made the forked tongue tickle the swollen silver lips one last time before she retracted it. She brushed her own plump body, her belly and her cushiony breasts against Zacora’s willowy one and positioned the snake head at the girl’s entrance. She pushed it forward, smiling as she heard the whisper of horror change to a sigh of delight as the wriggling thickness entered and stretched the soft, moist membranes.
    “You see! I told you!” Megan was triumphant. She brushed her huge pillows of soft flesh across Zacora’s firm tight breasts as she eased the plumpness of the snake replica into the receptive moistness of the girl’s sex passage. She could feel the captive’s young muscles pulsing around the wriggling intrusion and the breathing was one of excitement; the excitement of a sensation. Megan pulled the cord, very gently, and a groan escaped the girl, becoming louder as the intrusion became deeper and more vibrant.
    “See how your pleasure flows over my little pet,” she said huskily. “Your nubbin tip rubs beautifully over his tail and he delights upon the liquid which you pour over him.” Megan sniffed the air. “Oh yes, he loves your fresh musky aroma. Once more, my precious little slave, but we shall place him into your rear passage now that you have wetted him so nicely with your love sap.”
    Very slowly, the snake-like dildo was withdrawn from the pulsing sex pouch.
    “No, mistress, please,” pleaded Zacora. There was humiliation in her begging, but Megan took no notice. “Not there, please!”
    Unheeding, Megan released her new captive. The girl’s legs were weak from the strong orgasms given by the dildo and she fell gracefully in a heap to the floor.
    “Good,” smiled Megan. “We’ll keep the thighs open and your bottom just clear of the ground.” Zacora’s legs were placed in this position around the post, still using the ankle manacles and chain.
    Keeping the dildo out of sight, so the illusion of the snake was kept, Megan played with the climax-relaxed body. She kissed the lifted moistness between the splayed thighs, sniffing the aroma as she nuzzled into the wetness with her nose. She kissed each breast, misted with the heat of orgasm, swollen to tenderness. She kissed the soft, parted lips, transferring the girl’s own juices into her mouth. The captive was so excited that there was no hint of embarrassment or humiliation. Megan frowned. She missed those things in a girl. Surely, innocence could not be peaked away so quickly by climaxes?
    “I’ll soon fix you,” she said hoarsely. “He’s entering you now. You’ve made him nice and slippery, so there should not be too much pain.”
    Zacora’s sapphire blue eyes flashed open. It was as if she had been mesmerised by that first orgasm from the snake, and now she was back to reality. “That’s better,” said Megan cheerfully. She pressed the pale lifted bottom cheeks to expose the rear mouth and pull it open. The snake head poked at the tight wrinkled opening. The girl shuddered, but it wasn’t clear whether it was a shiver of horror or of delight. Megan shrugged, probably delight, for she was massaging the fully exposed nubbin. The dildo snake moved as she pulled the cord and inched into the darkness of the rear passage. The girl was breathing quickly and rhythmically in her bonds.
    Megan was delighted to note that Zacora kept her hands stretched high above her head.