Sarah was a mess. Her normally perfect hair was completely disheveled and smeared with juices, several strands sticking to her face. Her makeup was ruined, her confidence gone. I had once admired her grace and beauty, even if I had disliked her as a person. She was the kind of stuck-up, wannabe heiress, pretty bitch who had made my young life miserable.
Now, she was nothing. An empty husk in the shape of a person. It was a visually appealing shape, I admitted. She had a very tight, lithe little body, if her breasts were a little on the small side. They were still very pretty, like the rest of her.
I reached towards her and she flinched. The poor thing. She still didn't understand. I smoothed some of the slimy hairs away from her face as I stroked her head in a gesture of approval. "Shh... it's okay. Miss Tabitha has you now. You'll be okay."
She nodded solemnly, too shaken to put up any emotional resistance to her new fate. She had to feel, deep down, what I knew just by looking at her. She was a thing. I had found her and claimed her for myself, given her purpose.
She needed so much more help than I could give her in that dirty storage room, but my intuition told me I could make more progress in that moment by being tender than stern.
Rising to my feet, I ordered her onto her back. As she looked up at me from the floor, I saw a flicker of hopeful trust in her eyes. With everything I knew about her, I put together a picture of the creature before me.
Sarah had been spoiled her entire life, yes, but she'd never been truly cared for. She needed someone to care for her enough to discipline her, someone strong enough to tell her when she was being a stupid cunt and then show her how to be better.
Lastly, and perhaps most importantly in that moment, she had never truly been satisfied by anyone, and didn't know how to take care of her own needs. Sarah was a lost little lamb, but she was my lamb now. I knew it, and she knew it.
Without a word, I lowered myself to the floor between her thighs and gently pressed my lips to her shaved mound, then I extended my tongue and focused all my attention on her pleasure.
She gasped with surprise and delight and then moaned softly as though she were sinking into a luxurious bath. I took my time with her, but held nothing back as I ate her out. She came undone within minutes, moaning and trembling on the cold stone floor.
When her bliss faded, I sat up and crawled over her, looking directly down at her from hands and knees. I held her gaze, staring down into eyes full of adoration.
With a firm tone, I said, "Don't you ever resist me again, ****. I will not be so kind." Then I lowered myself and captured her mouth in a deep kiss.
She melted, and I knew she would be mine forever.
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