Squaw

"Well, that is indeed the treasure I wanted to find. I always knew Indians liked to keep things natural," he laughed. He put his hand right on top of Caroline's mound, and gently caressed the tips of her pubic hair, sending tiny tingly sparks throughout her body. He toyed with her in this manner until she started mewling through her gag. Then he stopped, and cut her free from the chair.

He helped the nearly naked girl to her feet, and led her to the bedroom. He threw her onto the bed, and climbed on top of her, forcing her legs open so he could get a better look at the diamond she was hiding in the rough. "You have a beautiful pussy," he told her. "I've decided to make you my squaw."

Caroline squirmed under him, trying to break loose, but he was too strong and too quick. He had her pinned now as he tied one wrist at a time to the head board of her bed. Once done, he got up and tied her legs, spread eagle, to each bed post at the foot of the bed. He admired his handiwork as he unzipped his pants, and let them fall to the floor. He could now take his time with her, and do whatever he wanted to her.

He was now on top of her, kissing and licking her face. She tried to resist him by turning her head, only to have her resistance met with the point of the knife under her chin. All she could do was lay there and take it, and pray that it would soon be over. His hands ran over her smooth, soft skin as he moved down to her breasts. He kissed and licked the left one first. Sweet little butterfly kisses in a spiraling circular pattern that ended ip right at her nipple. Once there, he took it into his mouth and suckled like a baby.

Caroline couldn't understand why she felt so conflicted. Her body was beginning to heat up as it slowly gave in to the masked man's ministrations. She should hate this because he was **** her, but there was a part of her that wanted it at the same time. The more he sucked on her nipple, the more tingly warmth she felt. Then he did the same to her right breast, torturing her with those sweet little kisses that ended up at her nipple, where he sucked ravenously like a baby who hadn't eaten in a while. It was driving her crazy.

He kissed his way down the center of her torso, right above her soft, plush pubic mound. Once there, he used his fingertips again to lightly brush over the tips of her pubic hair.

After a few moments of the light petting, Caroline couldn't take any more. She moaned through her gag, and pushed her hips upward to meet his hand.

"Well, I think someone's ready to be fucked," the man chuckled. He dipped a finger into her aching, needy cunt, and pulled it out to show her how wet she was. He put his fingers to his lips, and gave them a taste. "Mmm! You do have a very sweet tasting pussy. Now, should I fuck you right now? Or should I eat you first? Give me a nod. Once for fuck, twice for eat."

Caroline lay there frustrated. She had been so close to coming, and he pulled the rug out from under her. Now she was to decide how she was going to be ****?