Circle of Fire

Ch. 7 Escape

With a groan, I awoke, stretching slowly to remove the kinks in my body. I must be getting old when a night of s*x and a hard bed stiffen up my body, I thought. I rolled over and pulled Sally into my arms, and kissed her awake. She turned her head away and burrowed back under the covers. I chuckled softly as she seemed to disappear beneath them.

I stood up, and began to put on my clothes. Soon, I would wake up my prisoner and begin my torture anew. I sighed silently when I thought of all the ground I had lost from allowing Sally to distract me. It would mean another delay, but I didn’t really have any where to be at the moment anyway.

As I turned around, my eyes automatically went to the prisoner. What I saw made me bellow in rage. He was gone! I strode over to where he SHOULD have been and looked at the stakes in the ground. I knew he couldn’t have pulled them free, so I bent down to see if he had somehow untied them. What I saw made me see red, and I began to curse fluently in five languagues. The ropes had been cut, each and every one of them.

Somehow, someway, SOMEONE had snuck into camp while we had been sleeping, and cut those ropes. He sure as hell didn’t do it for himself. I looked over at Sally, who was stretching awake, oblivious of her nakedness in the early morning dawn. I was too angry to appreciate how her skin gleamed and her rosy tipped breasts puckered in the cold morning air.

“Sally! Dammit girl quit stretching and get your ass over here now!” Sally looked startled for a moment, then gathering a blanket around her, toddled on over to where I was.

“Where did our prisoner go, Carver? Did you let him go after he gave you his information that you wanted?” She peered up at me in innocence.

“No, I damn well didn’t let the bastard go! Why would I let him go? So he could come back with a couple more of his cronies and finish killing me and r****g you? Are you STUPID?!” I hollared out my frustration on the poor woman. She just stood there, mouth agape, not saying a word.

“Ah hell, I’m sorry Sally, but that bastard is probably long gone by now. I should be glad whomever helped him get away didn’t come over and slit our throats with the knife he used.” I swore again as another thought occurred to me.

“You didn’t hear anything last night, did you?” Sally paused for a moment thinking, “Well, I did think I heard something late last night, but when I looked around, I didn’t see a thing. I’m pretty sure the prisoner was still there Carver. I mean, I didn’t NOT see him, so I guess he was.” She looked like she was expecting some praise for what she had done, but all it did was make me swear harder.

“Dammit, Sally, you could have been killed. Or worse yet, you could have got me killed with your foolishness! If they thought you saw them escape, they would have slit your throat in one hell of a hurry!” I was completely frustrated with her inability to grasp how close we both came to death last night.

“But I didn’t know Carver. How was I suppose to know?” She had a good point, but I ignored it. I couldn’t be bothered with trivials.

“Well, since he DIDN’T slit our throats, I suppose we could just let him go. It bothers me no end though. But if I went after him, I would have to leave you here, and only God knows what sort of trouble you would get yourself into while I was gone. If I hadn’t listened to you last night, I wouldn’t give a damn that he was gone.”

Sally stroked my arm soothingly, and she whispered to me, “There, there. Let Sally help you forget about that nasty man.”

With that, she led me over to our bed and once again, running her hands along my body and soothing my rage.

She began to kiss me deeply, her tongue twining with mine and making me harden. She definitely knew what she was doing with that mouth and I wanted more. I pushed her to her knees and looking down at her, I harshly told her to suck me.

Her fingers deftly undid my pants and as they fell to my feet, my c**k thrust up toward her, proud and angry, like it wanted her mouth even more than I did. Her delicate fingers traced the veins before her tongue gently flicked the tip of my d**k and I groaned as I swept her hair away from her face. I wanted, no I needed to see everything she was doing to me.

Her hand now firmly grasped around my p***s and she began to stroke me as her mouth slowly engulfed the head. I kept stroking her hair, enjoying the feel of its silky touch against my thighs as she began to take me deeper into her mouth. Her hand went down to my balls and as she squeezed them and took my c**k deeper inside her hot cavern, I groaned louder. I wasn't going to be able to be gentle if she kept that up.

As I looked down in her eyes, I saw something flicker there, a darkness that matched my own and I grinned. Then taking her head in both of my hands I commanded, "Open that sweet mouth and take it all. Now!" and with that I thrust hard. Tears immediately leaked from her eyes as she began to choke on my c**k and I watched with delight as her n*****s hardened. Oh yeah, she liked it rough and rough was what she was going to get.

With that, I began to pull out, let her take a breath before I slammed back inside that hot little mouth. f**k that felt good, feeling those lips wrap tight around my member, feeling her throat swallow and tighten. Her hands came around to my ass and I felt her nails dig into me as she pulled me closer. She wanted this as much as I did.

Looking down into her teary eyes and watching my c**k go in and out of her mouth, I knew I was close. "I'm gonna c*m in that pretty f*****g throat and you're going to swallow every drop, aren't you darlin'?" she hummed her agreement, making me moan again and arch deeper. I allowed myself to stay deep inside her mouth, the tip of my c**k sliding down her throat. I knew she couldn't breathe and I knew that excited her.

Pulling back out, I thrust in again once, twice, and then a third time before I threw back my head and spurted my c*m into her. She groaned and I felt her swallowing, increasing my pleasure and making me shiver. She's f*****g perfect.

I gathered her into my arms and was about to take care of her when I realized she'd c*m too. She had been just as turned on and got herself off to what I did to her mouth. Snuggling into her for a moment, I allowed our bodies to rest, gently stroking her back while one thought kept rolling around in my mind: WHY hadn’t they killed us, and what could he have known that would have been worth all that torture? Enough, that someone even came back to get him?…