She is none too gentle about it, pulling and kneading and squeezing.She is none too gentle about it, pulling and kneading and squeezing. Within seconds her nipples are fully aroused, exdenting the silken material as if they were to tear holes in it. I am amazed at both the intensity of her ministrations and the size of her nipples. "Damn it, Storm," she breathes huskily, "Don't stop now. And don't be so damned civilized. Show me how a white woman should be treated!" "Too many 'Dances With Wolves,' Sylvia. Women, all women, are to be treated gently, and with respect." "Fuck that shit, Puppy Scatterer! Show me the thunderstorms! Take me! Rape me! Now! Damn it, now!" Suiting actions to her mood, she slaps me across the face and scuttles away from me across the robe. My face darkens. I grab her arm with my left hand and draw the right back and forth across her face in a stinging series of slaps. Her head rocks with the force of my blows and, stunned, she falls onto her back. Her skirt rides up to her waist, and her hair covers her face. She lies there, unmoving, silent. I grab her wrists and quickly bind them together with a strip of rawhide. I raise her arms above her head and tie them to one of the lodge poles. Sylvia is unconscious from the combined effects of the wine and my blows. She lies on her back on the buffalo robe, wrists bound, arms tied above her head. Her skirt is above her thighs, exposing a white satin and lace half slip. The red satin panties which attempt to hide and protect her sex are clearly visible. Her dark nylons contrast with the white of her thighs. Her hair is in disarray, half hiding her face. The position of her arms thrusts her breasts against her silk blouse. It is obvious to me that she is not wearing a brassierre. "Well, you did ask for this." There is no reply. I seat myself beside the bound beauty on the edge of the robe. I look at the helpless female for a long time. Finally, I bend and begin to massage her firm breasts. Through the silk, I can feel her distended nipples. The movement of silk upon silken skin excites me. With one hand I brush her hair away from her face. My fingers approach her sensuous mouth, and I trace the outline of her lips with one finger. Aroused now, I part her lips and explore her mouth. My fingers seek and find her tongue. I play with tongue and breast simultaneously, each hand pursuing and finding and attacking independently of the other. |