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Chapter 22 by supman supman

What else does Jonas have in store for Max?

He wants her ass

Max sat naked in the center of the room. Trying to focus on anything but the video recordings of herself that looped over and over on the many screens that filled the room. It had been six hours since Jonas had untied her and left her alone to her thoughts in this god forsaken room.

The first hour she had spend searching every inch of the room for a weakness, a way out, but she found none. She spent the next hour sitting in the shower that she had found in the small bathroom. Letting the water wash away the disgusting feeling of Jonas' touch. The next hour she had spend doing push ups, sit ups, jumping jacks. Anything to break the boredom.

She had approached the door once every hour, testing to see if the field that set off her collar was still on. It always was.

Now she sat in the middle of the room, where she had sat for the last 2 hours trying to concentrate on anything other than the pornographic images of herself that replayed over and over and over.

Her stomach growled and she looked down at the empty bowl in front of her. One of the maids had silently delivered it to her at what she assumed was noon. It was full of a beige pasty slop that tasted like cardboard and reminded her of the gruel they served in Manticore. She was hungry so she had ate it. She had eaten worse things in her life.

Three more hours had past before Jonas finally returned. Strolling into the room like he owned the place. Before he knew what was even going on Max pounced on him, tossing him to the ground and jumping on top of him. Her hand circling around his neck.

"Why shouldn't I kill you right now!" She yelled, as she tightened her grip around his throat. His face turning red he still managed to grin.

"I die, you die..."

Jonas coughed as Max loosened his grip.

"You'd still be stuck in this room." Jonas responded to Max's questioning look. "Not to mention my security team. They'd be more then willing to avenge the **** of their boss... you stuck in this room with all of them..." his eyes trailed down her naked body.

"Ungh," she groaned as she felt his hardon press against her naked ass. She stood and backed away from him. How could she of been so dumb. The jolt of electricity took her by surprised. "Fuck" she yelped as she fell to one knee. Her head shooting up to look at Jonas.

"You going to behave tonight or will I need to tie you up again."

Max glared at him but said nothing.

"On the bed." Jonas told her.

Max turned away from him and looked at the bed for a moment. Her neck already throbbing from the constant shocks. She stood back up on wobbly legs and stood next to the bed. Jonas followed, shedding his tie and suit jacket on the way. He bent her over. Admiring her tight ass, giving her cheeks a squeeze before letting his pants fall to the ground.

"Good girl," he whispered carrassing the small of her back. Enjoying the way he made her body shudder. He leaned over her his cock pressing agianst her asshole.

"No, no, not.."Max pleaded as she felt the tip of his cock press against her ass. "Please."

"Shhh," Jonas shushed her, holding her shoulders tighly he **** his cock into her tight ass.

"Fuuuck!" Max screamed as he buried the first inch of his cock into her ass. "Ohgodohgod," she moaned as he slowly pushed deeper into her. She gripped the bedspread gasping for breath.

"Shh, it will be ok," he cooed into her ear as he slid more of his meat into her.

"Please stop," Max begged but Jonas didn't listen. She had attacked him and needed to be punished. So he continued to push himself until his entire cock was surrounded by her ass.

Max laid there breathing heavily as her body adjusted to him. She gasped as he started to move inside of her. "unnghh..unghh..ahhh.ohh" she moaned as her body pain slowly faded. His thrusts getting stronger. Her ass shaking as their bodies slapped together. Jonas leaned over her making sure their bodies touched as he grinded his cock into her ass. Biting down on her shoulder his hands wrapping around her and rubbed her.

"Fuckk... please..." Max moaned as his fingers pinched her clit.

Jonas grunted and smiled as he felt her ass arch ever so slighly towards him as he fucked her. Max couldn't take her eyes off the screen ahead of her, watching the recording of her climax from last night. She couldn't help but remember how good it had felt.

"Nooo" Max groaned slamming her eyes shut and burring her head into the mattress. This was wrong so wrong. She bit on her lip until she could taste a hint of blood, Jonas' fingers digging into her shoulder and hip as he reared back up fucking her harder before coming deep inside of her.

"Good, girl." he muttered, giving her ass a tender squeeze before leaving the room. Max heard the door shut behind him but she didn't move. She laid there her head burried in the blankets wishing she was somewhere else. Wishing she couldn't feel Jonas' warm cum oozing out of her ass.

Will Max ever escape from Jonas' grasp?

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