A game of cat and mouse

After witnessing his captive slut succumb to her desires, Usher decided to play it cool, acting for the most part as if nothing had happened. He kept Lisa bound on the bed, leaving her alone for hours at a time as he busied himself in the shop. When he did tend to her he was kind and gentle, bringing her generous meals and offering her plenty of liquor which he was pleased to see her accept more often than not. For her part, Lisa seemed more comfortable in his presence, not offering any protest when he tightened her bonds or cleaned her up after using the bed pan. Any angst she had over her captivity seemed to have evaporated, her expression increasingly curious as she watched the big man come and go.

In fact it seemed to Usher that his plan was working. When he would finally break the young woman's solitude she seemed increasingly grateful and even glad to see him. Whether out of sheer boredom or a need for human connection it seemed to Usher that his captive was almost growing fond of him. Perfect, he thought, for what he had planned for her.

Deep down both knew they were playing a game of sorts, Lisa playing the captive to Usher's role of captor. There was a flicker of something unspoken that lingered in the air when their eyes met and both could feel a tension building between them. When night fell and Usher sat on the edge of the bed, Lisa looking up at him silently, the tension was almost palpable. And when Usher's big hand slid under the sheet, his calloused palm gently brushing against Lisa's thigh, neither were surprised when the young woman's legs parted, allowing the old man unfettered access to her womanhood. They stared into each other's eyes in silence as Usher's fingers found Lisa's slit, her wetness betraying her eagerness for his touch. Wasting no time, Usher pushed forward and slid a thick digit deep into Lisa's hungry cunt, the fallen cowgirl unable to suppress the moan of pleasure that finally broke the silence.

Usher fucked Lisa long and hard that night, the young woman's cries of ecstacy spurring him on to three massive ejaculations, all deep inside her fertile young pussy. When they were finally done, sweaty and gasping for breath, Lisa visibly gaped, her brutalised folds leaking a constant stream of Usher's thick seed. Both knew that there was every chance she would fall pregnant if they kept this up, but to Usher's glee, the young slut didn't seem to mind at all. He left her dripping, only pulling the sheet over her before leaving, Lisa already slipping into a deep, satisfied sleep.

The next couple of days followed a similar routine, both acting as if the debauchery of the previous night had never happened. Lisa found the anticipation almost as pleasurable as the sex, her whole body tingling whenever Usher entered the room. She also became far more comfortable being naked before the old man, not giving a thought to relieving herself in front of him when he brought her the pan. It was as if she had accepted her place here, the foulness of her situation having become familar. Her new normal.

The change in Lisa was not lost on Usher, his plan gradually bearing fruit to such an extent that one night without fanfare or even explanation he reached up and unfastened Lisa's bonds, releasing her wrists from the bedposts. Wordlessly he repositioned Lisa, turning her over and raising her up by the hips so that she knelt on all fours. He took her like that, his hips slamming into her tight, little ass as his thick, long cock filled her deeper than ever before. Lisa clearly relished this new position and her new found freedom, thrusting herself back into the old man as he railed her. She came countless times, the last as she bounced up and down on the old man as he grinned up at her, pawing at her juicy young breasts. When she threw her head back, screaming out her climax he joined her, gripping her hips tight as he pumped the last of his seed into her.

Spent, Usher rolled the cowgirl off him and rose, striding out into the night to relieve himself. He chuckled to himself as the thick stream of piss hit the dirt, amazed at his luck. The slut was something else... gorgeous, delicious and now, completely addicted to his cock. The thought of it started to get him hard again.

When Usher wandered back into the bedroom he found Lisa already asleep as he expected. What surprised him though was that the girl had done her best to tie her wrists back up to the bed. Her left hand was bound fairly tightly, her right only loosely attached but the intent was clear to see. Usher grinned to himself as he tightened the bonds... apparently their little game wasn't over just yet.