บททั้งหมดของ Buying Charlotte: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

CHARLOTTEI look through endless photos, some in old books, some on databases. I flick pages, click websites; weary of seeing blue eyes, brown eyes, scars, black hair, long beards, goatee beards, clean-shaven, bald, sharp-eyed, dull; hundreds of them. On the laptop, I set the gallery of strangers to ´Slideshow´ and let it simply play, one face after another, flicking past every few seconds.Michael comes in, bearing a tray of mugs. "Coffee?""Oh, lovely. Yes, thanks."He peers over my shoulder. "Nothing?""Nope. I´m not even sure now, I would recognise someone I knew. It was so long ago. I was just a kid, and... and I think I´m going blind looking at this lot.""Is it just random strangers they´re showing you?""I don´t think so. I think they´re suspects in people trafficking cases, but there´s so many of them."Something familiar flashes by my peripheral vision, and my head pivots back to the screen. "Whoa..."I stab at the keyboard, reversing the slideshow. What did

Now, with free access to me, my Master pulls open my lips and pussy, double-handedly, stretching me wide, the thumb of one hand pushing back the sheath of my clit. For a moment or so, he pauses, breathing warm over my exposed sex, then, very delicately, he traces the outline of my clit with the tip of his tongue. Trying hard to remain still, to remain quiet; nonetheless, I moan through my stuffed mouth, my hips shivering and jerking. He continues his work, lapping at my twitching bud, sending sweet pleasure stabbing through me. Continuously working me, he slips a finger into my pussy, which clutches at him in response, then a second finger, and a third. With his mouth wrapped around my clit, he sucks at me, circling all the time with his tongue, and the fingers rub up inside me at my sweet spot. My spiral up to climax is rapid, and the juddering of my hips quickly turns to the pangs of orgasm, blooming out in a slow vibrating wave from my fluttering pussy. It flows in waves, o

I push myself at her. Wrapping her mouth around the head, she licks me clean of pre-cum. As I knot my fingers in her hair, she works her mouth up my shaft. Dropping to all fours on the bed, she slides a hand inwardly, massaging my balls and the root of my shaft.James reaches from behind her, between her legs, I think playing with her clit. Certainly, she responds, shaking and shivering, yelping occasionally. Not feeling entirely comfortable with her teeth around me just now, I pull away."Turn around," I say. "Head down, ass up."Compliantly, she turns, dropping to rest her face on hands flattened to the sheets, and presenting me with her slick and swollen pussy, and her beautiful, pale rear end. James would leave that covered in his handprints, red on the white of her skin, but I can´t bring myself to spank her...Do I fuck you up the cunt or up the ass?Let´s have both...Inserting a finger into her dripping pussy, I coat it in her juices, intending to open her up at the

CHARLOTTERichard turns to Michael. "Get her out of here, out of the City. Take her back to your mountain place. No-one´s going to fall across that by accident. She should be safe there.""Hang on," I protest. "I don´t want to hide away. I should be helping here. And Beth´s my friend too."My Master swings a long finger in my direction. "Go with Michael. We have things to do here, and I´ll work better when I´m not worrying about what´s happening to you. If you´re with Michael, I know you´re safe.""I´m not some kid to be packed off to bed. And I looked after myself quite nicely long before I ever met you.""Charlotte. I´m not arguing. You´re going. Michael..."Michael takes me by the wrist, pulling me towards him. "Are you going to come without arguing? Or do I have to sling you over my shoulder and carry you out? Believe me, in this case, I will."There is no way I can physically resist Michael. What choice do I have?Reluctantly, I gather my dignity and leave with him

CHARLOTTE"There´s a walkers´ shelter," says Michael, "only a few hundred yards down the trail. It´s not far, but they won´t find it in the dark without knowing it´s there. Let´s aim for there, and then we can take a breather."How many are there of them?Michael has only the boots he is wearing and his axe. I carry his clothes and grab my phone, stuffing it into a pocket, thanking all the powers that I´d thought to charge it up before I came home, At the last moment, I remember a couple of chocolate bars that are in a bedside drawer, stuffing them into my other pocket. And as we leave, I pull a blanket from the top of the bed. We make our way, silently into the night. But as we leave through the back door, there are voices approaching us."Into the woodshed," hisses Michael.Backed into the shadows, we stand silently, but the voices pass by. As we leave, for good measure I pick up a stout stick. It´s not much of a weapon against a gun, but I feel better having it.He ha