The Senator’s Daughter, Chapter 8
I’m publishing a new Quentin Quick story, “The Senator’s Daughter,” a chapter at a time. This story might be described as “The Ransom of Red Chief” meets “9 1/2 Weeks” — it’s intended to be a little satirical and a lot twisted. Be warned, there are devices — so, so many devices — deployed.
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“So, what have we learned so far?”
Becky could hear her captor’s voice behind her, but she was unable to move her head enough to see him. The wooden table felt slick and warm against her ass, and she could feel a slippery trickle of jizz sliding down her thigh. Another dollop of cum was cooling on her left tit, turning crusty against her nipple; she wanted to scratch at it but her hands were still bound by the leather straps. The man who had been jabbing her mouth with his short, thick cock had left his offering on her lips, and she could taste its musky, bitter tang on her tongue.
“That big pecs are poor compensation for a tiny dick?” she said, twisting in her restraints.
