"Do you want me to fuck you?"

Max let out the breathe she was holding as she entered the small room. It was normal, no whips, chains, or any thing sexual at all. A queen sized bed in the middle of the room, a small TV on a desk near the foot of the bed. The room itself looked like any other middle class hotel room. Filled with reflief and for the first time during this very long night Max was happy. But that happiness was short lived as reality snapped back at her. She was still stuck in this brothel with this cop who had complete control of her. And there was no doubt in her mind that before the night was over he was going to fuck her again, and again.

"Hey!" Parker yelled at Max, breaking her from thoughts. "What the hell you day dreaming about?"

"Huh.. Uhh.. I" Max stammered caught off guard.

"Heh, it doesn't matter," Parker told her, chuckling at her current state. She had been slow to respond and absent minded every since he had met her. No doubt the after effects of whatever fucked up methods the government facility had used on her to cause her current state. A part of him felt sorry for her. She had been through a lot, and she probably didn't deserve the things he had done to her, or the things he was planning to do to her. But any regrets he had disappeared whenever he looked at her. Her perfectly shaped body, her dark soulful eyes, the way her mouth felt around his cock. It was like she was made to be fucked. And he was more then happy to help her do what she was made to do. He leered at her, taking in her body as she stood quietly by the door.

"Strip!" he commanded her. Smiling at her as her eyes shot up to his before looking back down to the ground. Swiftly she pulled her tshirt off, tossing it to the ground. Her pants quickly joining her shirt. Leaving her bare before him, she shifted her weight, not willing to meet his eyes. "On the bed. touch yourself. Make your pussy nice and wet for me."

Max closed her eyes tightly as she sat laid back on the bed. Her had moving to her pussy, as she slowly begun to rub herself. Disgusted to find herself already wet in anticipation of what was going to happen. She bit her lip as she couldn't stop her own fingers from touching her in all the right places. Her breathing increased as she slipped two fingers into her now dripping cunt. "Ohh" unable to stop herself from moaning as her experienced fingers moved inside of her. She was going to cum. She could feel it building deep inside of her, she was so close.

"Don't cum," Parker whispered from where he stood at the foot of the bed watching her. Max opened her eyes to look at her tormentor. Her fingers slowing, halting her approaching orgasm. Why was he doing this to her. He looked down at her as he stroked his cock. She couldn't hide the frustration in her face as he denied her release. Her fingers still sliding in and out of her wet pussy, he could see her juices on her fingers as they slowly thrust in and out. Her other hand tracing unseen patterns across her tight stomach. He knew what she wanted, what she needed. Knowing she couldn't lie he simple asked her, "Do you want me to fuck you?"