Honey
“You don’t fucking get it, do you?”
“I’m sorry,” she cried, watching him tramp around her.
“Sorry doesn’t get it. You fucking broke my heart. You used me and fucked me and then fucked me over.”
“I know. I didn’t mean to. Please, you have to believe me. I was just in a strange place,” she pleaded.
He continued tramping through the garden around the bound woman. She flinched with nearly every step he took, praying he would regain his senses.
“Not as strange a place as I am,” he replied to her. “That’s why you’re here.”
“I don’t understand. Maybe I can help you. Please, I owe you that. Let me help you.”
She balled her hands into a fist, pulling at the ropes that held them out from her body.
“There isn’t much you can do, darling. There isn’t anything you can do, in fact.”
“There has to be something. Please, let me help try.”
Silence.
For hours she lay, spread out on the ground, naked and pleading. The ground beneath her felt as if it was moving. She screamed, terrifying images filling her head.
She pleaded more. For her efforts she received only silence.
“I missed your pussy,” her captor finally said.
“What?” she asked, missing his words in her struggle.
“I missed your pussy,” he repeated.
“It missed your cock.”
“Would you like me to fuck you?”
“Yes,” she lied.
The man stripped out of his clothes, revealing his excitement. Stepping over her, he straddled her face and offered his cock to her.
“Lick it,” he commanded.
Opening her mouth, she obeyed him, tongue flicking across his shaft. She licked her lips and passed them across his hardness, feigning excitement. When finally satisfied, he slid down and pressed his cock into her hole. It was dry and painful for her but she refused to break from her lie. The moaned in unison when his cock made its entry into her hole. Then he began rocking into her.
“I love your pussy.”
“My pussy loves you. I don’t know why I left you,” she lied. “I never should have. Please fuck me. Please don’t ever let me leave you again.”
She was wily. She knew his heart; knew how to manipulate him. He would let her go after she convinced him she was his again. There was little she could not do. This she knew too.
“How can any pussy be this good?”
“It’s you,” she moaned, his cock pushing ever deeper into her.
He was not long with her. Never had he been able to last long with her. She was his love of life. She excited him what any woman had ever managed. He loved her as much as he hated her. He came screaming.
Sweating and tired, he remained on top of the bound woman. His cock, flaccid, remained inside the dark haired woman beneath him. A sudden spasm within the cave of her sex spurred him to life again. He was no longer lasting, nor was he any less satisfied when he finished.
“You have the best pussy.”
“I missed your cock,” she cooed. “My pussy missed your cock.”
He kissed her.
“I’m hungry. I know you are too,” she said. “Why don’t you let me fix you dinner?”
“You are dinner.”
She chuckled. “Seriously, let me make us dinner. I love cooking for you.”
He slid to his knees between her legs and watched his cum leak from her hole. “I told you, you’re dinner.”
Standing, he left her and went inside his house. She pulled at her bonds, hoping they had loosened. They had not. He returned a few minutes later, with a large jar of honey.
“Let me do what I want to do with you. Let me tie you down pick you up and flip you all around,” he was singing. “Do you know this song?”
“What is it?
“It’s called ‘Do It Again’, I think.”
“I like it.”
“Let me tell you how sexy you are as I'm going down on you in the car. If feeling this good is a sin let's do it all over again,” he continued. “Do you like honey?”
“Yes, why?”
“I love honey,” he told her, reaching into the large jar with a spoon. “Open your mouth.”
Her mind examining the strange happenings, she obeyed. There was little else to do and it seemed the wisest course until she could free herself.
“You’re getting it everywhere but my mouth!” she exclaimed.
“Just when I thought this might get boring wake me up in the morning by pouring honey on my body and licking it off,” he continued singing, ignoring her.
“You’re missing my mouth,” she told him.
“So I am,” he replied.
“I see what you’re doing,” she said. “Go ahead, pour it on my body and then lick it off. Then fuck me again. I so missed your cock.”
“I’m dying,” he said, as the jar’s contents emptied on the girl.
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve about six more months. Then I’m dead.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know,” she said, shocked by his revelation.
“I need another jar,” he told her. “Be right back.”
Left alone again, she pulled at her bonds to no avail. Gnats began buzzing about her and landing on her honey-covered body. Taking a deep breath she made a bond with herself to go along with him until she could be free, no matter how disgusting things became. Even if he was not dying he was clearly insane. She would do nothing to gain his ire.
“I like that line in the song, don’t you? You know, the one about the honey?” he asked, opening another large jar of honey.
“Yes. I can’t wait for you to lick it off of me, in fact.”
He tipped the jar on its side and held it over her, covering her stomach with honey. “You need more on your tits and some on your pussy and legs, too.”
“Yes,” she said, fluttering her eyes seductively.
“Maybe I should get some inside your pussy, too,” he said.
“Please. This is so fucking hot,” she moaned.
Silence reigned for many minutes after as he pushed the sticky liquid inside of her sex. Finally satisfied, he returned to slowly pouring the sweet stuff on her body.
“You look perfect,” he told you. “Good enough to eat.”
“Mmmm, yes. Eat me. I am so fucking horny. Eat me!” she growled.
“This is it, this is great. This is what I always wanted. Where do we go from here? That's the question of the year,” he sang to her, staring into her eyes.
“Please, eat me now!” she begged.
Turning and walking away from her, he continued singing “I think you're fine. I think you're hot. This is what I always dreamed of. The one thing I forgot was to get to know you.”
For many moments she lay there, waiting for him to return. “You can’t just leave me here,” she called out. “There are bugs out here – ants and stuff.”
Calls turned to screams of anger. Screams of anger turned to screams of panic. Those, in turn turned to screams of pain, finally settling into sobbing pleas. Eventually, even those dissipated until there was nothing left to cry about.
End
