Rebecca in trouble (part 8) - Sex Stories

Rebecca in trouble (part 8)

The door was opened, the key in the metal lock waking Rebecca up. She sat up in bed, frightened, not sure where she was. The blanket fell down, her breasts, naked, her nipples hardening in the cool air of the cell. "Who is it?" The Commander moved into the light. Rebecca noticed a small black bag at his side and the fear began to form in her eyes. She knew that she was to be sexually abused again, but at the same time she could feel her pussy becoming wet. "Wake up, Rebecca. You have been asl**p for five hours. It is now time for my pleasure and I intend to take my pleasure from your young body." He moved to the bed and pulled the blanket all the way to the end of the bed, uncovering Rebecca's naked body to his gaze. He saw the humiliation on her face as she was f***ed to show her most intimate charms. "You have such a delightful body and it makes my cock so hard thinking of all the things I will to do it." He looked at her lying there, naked. Her youthful breasts standing firm on her chest, her large, brown nipples already hardening from the air. His gaze moved down her flat stomach to her hairless pussy, the skin so pale and thin. He could see her pussy lips, a faint glimmer of moisture on them. Her long legs and firm thighs, held tightly together, attempting to hide her delicate charms. It was all his to do with as he pleased. And he had many things he planned to do to her tonight, most she would not enjoy. He loved to f***e his female victims to submit to him and to hear ...

... their pleas and cries. Tonight would be no different. Rebecca would soon be begging him, but he would ignore her cries. It would only make his cock harder. Rebecca tried not to look at him but his hand on her ankle startled her. She looked up and saw him grabbing her ankle, moving it toward him, attempting to spread her legs. She resisted, tightening the muscles. "A fighter, are you?" His hand slapped the top of her leg, the noise ringing out in the cell. "Relax your leg, I want to see that sweet pussy," he ordered her. He watched her as she submitted, her leg hanging limply. He pulled her leg over to the edge of the bed, her legs spread about a foot apart. He ran his hand up and down her leg, from her ankle to her knee. He put his other hand on her knee, pressing it into the bed, keeping it in place and he began to bend her knee and pulling her leg up by the ankle. Her leg began to bow out, her pussy spreading out, "Yes, I can see your pussy lips begin to spread open, do you like opening up your pussy for me, Rebecca?" "No, please leave me alone," her left leg now bent back, her pussy spread. She saw the lust in his eyes as he stared at her pink pussy. She felt his hand lightly slap her inner thigh. "Keep it spread open," he ordered her. His hand moved up her thighs, feeling her toned flesh, grabbing the young flesh in his hand. He moved his hand almost up to her pussy, but stopped. He wanted her to wait, not to know when he would begin to m***** her pussy. His hand moved up ...