Cassandra Chapter 1

"My now, what have we HERE? Tsk, tsk, Little Girl; that's NOT very ladylike."

My captor forced both of my hands behind my back, then pinned them against the wall by thrusting her body hard against mine. I could have escaped, of course - but why on earth would I want to? She reached down to my hem and slowly, tortuously, unzipped my dress's full-length front zipper to the waist. Then, she deftly freed my raging cock from its pantied prison.

"Mmm, not ladylike at ALL. Whatever am I going to do with THIS?"

In answer to her own question, the beautiful Dominatrix lifted one booted leg and impaled her drenched pussy on my cock in one fluid motion. She thrust against me as if her life depended on it. The pretense of captivity was forgotten for the moment. I freed one hand to support her raised leg, then the other to aid her thrusting attack.

Her scream began as a low, guttural moan deep in her belly, rising in pitch and crescendo until it rang in my ears and jarred me right to my soul. I don't think anyone but us could have heard it above the pounding din of the heavy industrial music, but that was enough. She thrashed against me again and again, like some demon machine gone berserk. I came with her, shooting torrents of jism into her with the force of a firehose. Years of pent-up frustration, of desire denied, came gushing out in those few exquisite seconds of tortured bliss.

We stood there, trembling in the dark. Neither made any attempt to disengage from the other. I flexed my cock at irregular intervals, causing it to swell and extend inside her. Each time, she whimpered and spasmed. The music pounded around us. People walked back and forth, laughing and talking, not six feet away. We were as oblivious to their presence as they were to ours. As ludicrous as it seemed, given the situation, it was the first time in my life I really felt like a man. It was also to be the only time.

I don't know how, but Gwen and the others could tell. Perhaps it was a glazed expression on my face when I walked in on Monday morning. Perhaps I was staring dreamily out into space at my desk. Perhaps it really WAS female intuition. They cornered me at lunch.