This is a complete work of fiction.
Remember the difference between fantasy and reality is as fundamental as the difference between right and wrong.
Part II of "My Longest Day" will be enhanced as a story when read following Part I which can also be found on Literotica.
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Eliza Collins in "My Longest Day - Part II"
"Today would be the longest day of her life"
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The following takes place on the 5th July between the hours of 12:00 and 13:00
She had to try to get the better of him otherwise who knows how far he would take his obsession with her. Eliza had embraced his charade – played his game, but now she didn't know where she stood.
She had surprised even herself by assuming the role of Anna, her character from ‘The Woodland Nymph'. His immediate reaction had been to stand up and approach her. When he reached out with his large hand Eliza had feared the worst but he only stroked her cheek softly and then left the room in a hurry.
He had not returned and now here she was. She had been raped in both her bottom and her pussy and his thick residual spunk had settled in streaked globs on the tops of her thighs. She almost regretted the fact that she had assumed a specific role as it was clear that he was already unstable and now she had complicated things even more.
What would he do, how would he react, would he ever come back?
She ached insufferably now and she so badly needed to pee.
"Help!" she shouted reservedly in a barely audible whisper. She needed him back so that she could tempt him to release her. Eliza had no idea what would happen if her bonds were ever removed but she knew that she was going nowhere whilst ever she was chained up.
Her action had been risky, and not even calculated at that! The next few hours would see her perform the most important role of her young life. Would she be strong enough to carry it off?
She could not tell how long he had been gone but it seemed like hours. She tried to count as the seconds ticked by but the strain on her poor arms soon disturbed her concentration.
Eliza stood alone in the dark cell. She could hardly believe what had happened and, as the air became a little chilly, she trembled with shame and embarrassment. Her small, black panties lay on the floor where he had dropped them. They were damp still from her orgasm and her stomach filled with anxiety as she thought of the way she had been humiliated. Her nervousness increased when she reflected upon how she had reacted, playing his game, assuming a character.
Fleetingly, and for the first time, Eliza thought that she might never see her friends and parents again. If only she had phoned her mom just one last time. This thought caused tears to well up in her eyes and she hung her head. Then shaking her long wild, blond hair she cast the thoughts away.
Eliza shuddered with fearful anticipation when she heard the door open and then saw the thin beam of light illuminate her prison. He had returned, but who would she be in his warped mind this time?
Although her head was downcast, she knew his eyes would be scrutinising her every curve.
Then he was beside her.
"Oh Anna, I want you so badly my sweetheart. Does that thought make your pussy wet, Anna? Do you like to think of me inside you? I know you do, baby, and I like doing this for you, because it brings you as much pleasure as it does me."
Anna!
He ran his hand over her naked flesh, and massaged it slowly. Her hips moved reluctantly yet sensuously under his touch. He bent down and kissed her quivering skin, his tongue was a warm surprise on her tired body, and she sighed with pleasure, almost grateful that he now thought of her as Anna. Her plan had worked so far. Slowly, tenderly, he stroked his hand along her slit, finding her so wet, yet again, that her creamy juices dripped onto his hand.
Then, kneeling, he buried his face between her thighs and drew his tongue up her wet pussy lips and over her outer labia—stopping to suck on her full lips. He loved the taste of pussy; especially her pussy – Anna's pussy. Eliza was rocking her hips backward, seeking more of his mouth. He plunged his tongue deeper inside of her moist slit, lapping at her inner walls while she ground her pussy against his face. She was so very wet.
He spent long moments just licking and sucking, and Eliza, or was it Anna, moaned and humped his face, trying to get more of that wonderful tongue. He could feel her heat and he slid his hand up and over her gorgeous body.
He flicked his tongue at her stiffened clitoris, and when he had the hood teased back, he pulled it between his lips and sucked. He heard the long, quivering groan as Eliza rocked and bucked beneath his talented mouth. He toyed with her, determined that she was going to enjoy it as much as possible.
When his tongue flicked harder, her muscles tensed and he felt the release of juice on his mouth and over his chin.
"Oh . . . Yesssss!" Her voice was strained as her whole body shook and trembled – she was almost there.
He lapped at her pussy like a kitten laps cream, sucking at her lips and darting his tongue inside of her. Mmmmmm, yes – so good.
"That's it, baby. I like when you come for me. I like knowing that I can make you squirm and wiggle and tense up just from using my mouth on your pussy. Now let's see how you like my cock, hmm?"
Leaving her on the edge of an enormous orgasm he moved behind her, and slid his cock into her tight, soaking wet pussy. One long, deep thrust had him buried deep inside his beautiful plaything.
She felt incredible!
He stayed motionless inside of her. Then he started to move. Easy, smooth strokes, his cock grasped the wet heat as she held him tight.
The pressure of his strokes increased—moving her gently, sliding her forward, and then back as he took another deep thrust. They were moving as one, lost in the wetness, and lost in the sinful whispers of her body as she took him further, deeper.
She moaned from low in her throat – and the sound of his growl seemed a perfect accompaniment to the wet sounds of pleasure as he flexed his hips and teased her with his body. Desire threatened to overtake his control and undermine his will.
"Oh Anna," he groaned.
She no longer heard a single name as Anna became Katherine who in turn became Eliza. She was lost in the make believe.
"Fuck me harder," she pleaded, "I want to feel you deeper, much deeper."
He was solidly erect and in her to the hilt. Eliza closed her eyes tightly, swaying to and fro with the strength of his thrusts, reveling in the friction of his cock against her soaking vaginal walls.
She was weakening. She must try and remember that this was a game and what part she was now playing. But the constant friction against her distended clitoris was becoming unbearable.
Her sense of reality was lost in the ecstasy. No-no she was disintegrating, she was over the edge and so near, so near, so near …..
He felt her tremble. He sensed her thighs tighten. He felt her need rise, and knew she was walking on the very edge of insanity. But this was not her night, it was his, and he wanted her to know it.
"Oh no, my darling Anna. Yes, you want to come, I can feel it in your body as I take what you promised I could have. So, my sweet, you'd like to let your body have the release it's clamoring for, wouldn't you? Is that what you want, my darling?" He waited for her almost violent nod.
