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kneaded them gently.
    “ I’m sorry. You’re Braden.”
She gave the first unrestrained smile he had seen so
far.
    Realizing it herself, she took a
couple of deep breaths and relaxed visibly.
    “ And who are
you?”
    Heather thought for a half a minute.
She licked her lips and tears threatened. Braden did the
unthinkable. Reaching into his bag again, he pulled out something
that shocked her from head to toe in something akin to raw, hundred
and ten-volt wall outlet electricity.
    He unfolded a black, plastic-handled
buck knife with a wicked point and curving end to the
blade.
    Braden opened the blade as she watched
in sheer, unmitigated terror…she was having trouble getting enough
air.
    He stroked it along his cheeks, making
a long, drawn out rasping noise. He grinned wickedly at her. She
licked her lips as he brought the tip of the knife just under her
chin. She twitched, and he patted her stomach.
    “ Scared yet, bitch? God,
you are so fucking beautiful…oh, beautiful white lady. This ole
nigga ain’t never raped no nun befo’…”
    “ I’m your bitch, Braden.
Oh, God, I love it. I love it. Please fuck me. Please fuck me,
sir.”
    “ That’s right, and whether
you cooperate or not, you’re in for a long night. Because I haven’t
got fucked in a long time…and I’m going to fuck you fifteen ways
from Sunday. I’m going to rape you, Sister. The only reason I don’t
call up the boys…” He whipped out a cell-phone and showed her. “…is
because you is just too sweet to share. Not with anyone. You, my
lady, you and your lovely, juicy little cunt, are mine. All mine. A
whole fuckin’ week with you. Holy, Jesus, praise the
Lord!”
    Sister Heather, hair swept out in a
shimmering wave of golden fleece, wept in joy, reaching up for him,
with her mouth quivering and twisting in sweet agony and
ecstasy.
    “ Thank you. Thank you…oh,
thank you, Braden.”
    Braden’s mouth plunged down on her
cunt again as Heather gasped and moaned and said things, begging
things, she stroked and caressed Braden’s shoulders and head and
then Braden stopped and brought his face up close to
Heather’s.
    “ Any thoughts?” She shook
her head, eyes glazed in sexual tension. “This is what your cunt
tastes like.”
    Their mouths locked and Heather
wriggled in his arms, closing her eyes and focusing on one thing at
time, the musky taste in Braden’s mouth.
    They came up for air and Braden stared
deep into the pools of liquid that were the windows into Heather’s
soul.
    “ Please Braden. Please let
me suck your cock.”
    She sounded a lot more confident
now.
    “ Are you sure that’s what
you want?”
    Heather nodded, licking her lips and
borderline hyperventilating.
    “ Yes.”
    Braden gave her another quick kiss and
then went down again, just to make sure she knew who was in charge.
She watched him put the blade and phone away with a quick grin of
triumph over his shoulder. Her hands stroked his round, muscular
ass in long-repressed fascination. She couldn’t tear her eyes off
of him. Every muscle stood out in highlights.
    He was pleased. After a few long chats
with Heather online, he really wasn’t sure how this was going to
go—he was a nice enough guy, deep down inside, and maybe even
prepared to have a platonic vacation in the woods, be polite to the
lady, and most likely leave early if it came right down to it. He
thought himself prepared for anything.
    But this was going to be so much
better than that. As much as he wanted a good fuck, this lady
really needed him, which was a strange way of looking at
it.
     
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    He made sure to spend lots of sweet
time just talking to Heather. He kissed her a lot and she
practically swooned in his arms. She loved looking at his cock. But
clearly this was going well for her. She’d obviously been suffering
for a very long time.
    After a time Braden reached over to
his small camouflaged utility bag, and pulled out several objects.
With shining eyes and parted lips, Heather