William's consciousness came and went for some time, he would occasionally hear Adalyn moving about his prison. Sometimes singing to herself, sometimes speaking non-nonsensically with words he didn't understand. Occasionally she would brush him with a hand or a cold instrument of some kind. If this was a dream it had gone from zero to ten a little too quickly and he really, really wanted to wake up now. Occasionally his thoughts went to Susan, with her blonde hair and blue eyes, her cute little frame and lovely skirts. He thought about what kind of dinner she might be making.... or if dinner had already passed. Had he been down here for long? Had he missed his opportunity with her? Shamefully his thoughts moved away from Susan's cooking to Susan's body. He'd tried to picture it before, he knew what women looked like naked- he was studious, not dead. Slowly an image of the petite blonde with the ample breasts came to mind, laid back on a bed with her head turned to the side in shyness, eyes closed. William's own cock slowly moving in and out-
"Oh my, it looks like someone's awake!" crooned Adalyn from the dark. William held his breath as he felt her draw close.
"What day is it?" he asked, as bravely as he could with a cracking voice.
His captor scoffed at him, humored, "it's Friday you sissy. You've only been here a few hours." William let out a disheartened moan in response, he heard Adalyn gasp in pleasure. "Ooh, William, please- this is about you- not me. Not yet anyway."
Adalyn went to her baker's rack and returned swiftly, William felt something plastic being pressed against his lips. He groaned in displeasure at the sensation quickly losing his erection.
"It's a straw Will."
"It's poisoned?"
Adalyn let out a long sigh, "William, when you die- you won't be conscious enough to know, I promise you that. You know- I just don't understand why you aren't willing to enjoy our time together."
Will quietly put his lips over the straw and drank up. To his relief it was just ice water, and it was incredibly refreshing. Feeling better and more aware, William began to shake a little. The blindfold was damp with his earlier tears. Adalyn put a comforting hand on his shoulder, "oh Will. I'm sure this must be terribly frighting to you, right?" Will whined an affirmative through the drinking straw. Adalyn smiled kindly at the bound man, "I know exactly what will make you feel better!"
The poor young man was naturally no longer optimistic about his situation. He wasn't horny any more. He didn't want Adalyn's kind hands on his most sensitive areas. He wanted to be home, in bed, asleep. "Can you guess?" asked Adalyn, not trying to hide her own excitement. She waited gleefully, raising a hand to her ear in mock expectation. "It's a blowjob Will!"
With a grunt Will tried to fight against the bindings. He could practically feel Adalyn's presence as she crawled under the table, excitedly play biting at his limp penis. "Aw William..." she cried, "aren't you excited for blowjob number two?! You know, I hear a lot of men keep count until well into the teens, but don't worry! We'll get you there this weekend!"
He tried to shut her out, focus on other things, home, family, Susan, law practice... but it kept coming back to the insane woman who had tied him to a table, playfully licking the head of his cock at irregular intervals, trying to bring it to life. It was torture resisting, not giving in to this bitch. He didn't want her to have what she wanted any more. He wanted her to shut up and leave him alo-
She had stopped the playful kisses and licks and caught the head of his penis in her lips and was sucking on it ever so gently, drooling a little to wet it. Will sprung erect against his own wishes but managed to stay silent. Below, Adalyn laughed cleverly against the tip of his cock "I knew you wouldn't disappoint me young handsome William." When he remained silent Adalyn grew a bit smug, the silent treatment? It's a game then! With great gusto she went to work, noisily slurping up his shaft, groaning and moaning seductively but William had more strength to resist than she had anticipated. Half dejected, half feeling challenged Adalyn rubbed at her jaw, "got a bit of stamina there, do you Will?" His ragged breathing was the only response.
Adalyn let herself enjoy the moment, breaking a stubborn one is much more rewarding, and exciting. She gave his now dripping penis a farewell kiss and pulled herself from under the table before wandering off to the rack of tools. William took this moment to compose himself, he'd wanted to give in so bad, to let himself shoot cum down her throat. For a brief moment he'd been picturing Susan doing it, and for a moment more he pictured her beautiful face kneeling down before him, swallowing all he could give, in that moment he felt himself weakly orgasm.
"No! What are you doing William?!" shrieked the witch from across the room. She ran over and dove quickly to catch what she could; skinning her knees, elbows, and her breasts in the process. She scowled at the thimble full she'd managed to catch before it splattered on the floor with the rest. There was almost always some loss in these proceedings, but usually only the amount she had just caught, not the other way around. With a growl she unceremoniously dumped his jizz into the vase and hissed at her scrapes. "You know William... there's an order to these things..."
William felt his skin go cold, colder than the cool basement air. Was this... actual dread he felt? A part of him was still confused by the redheaded woman's lack of malice. But this... now she actually was starting to sound like a killer. "I have been planning this for longer than you've been alive," she continued, cutting the air with her words, marching around scowling for no one to see. "I have practiced and practiced and practiced for...." she trailed off for a moment that grew into a long minute - "too long."
Was that sadness in her voice?
"Adalyn?"
She glanced at the table, for the first time since she'd met him his voice wasn't shaking. "William. You must understand, if we are to enjoy our time together you can't play anymore games. I need all the seed you can spray, every drop missed just prolongs this and makes it more difficult."
William was silent now. Was she shaken? Upset? Angry? Maybe he could find a way out of this, if she's more than just a psychopath maybe he could reason with her. They always tell you if you are kidnapped you should try to get to know your captor, make it harder for them to want to kill you. Maybe he could endear himself to her somehow? Soft feet marched up to where his head lay, the strap that bound him at the base of his neck fell away and soft hands ran through his hair. "Adalyn..."
Suddenly her soft hands grabbed him roughly by his hair and yanked his face up. William felt the blindfold torn from his face. Everything was fuzzy, his eyes swollen from crying. As his vision cleared he could see Adalyn's green eyes burning into his own. William had never felt such menace in his life, or even dreamed of it. His heart went cold and tears renewed their flow down his face as her previously beautiful face contorted into a scowl.
"I'm trying to make this Heaven William, for both of us. Now if you don't behave I'll be forced to make it Hell, but that will be much more difficult for me and much less pleasant for you. Submit to me and your last days will be filled with pleasures you can't even dream of," she hissed at him.
It was all William could do to give a brief nod. Adalyn’s eyes studied his face for an uncomfortable moment, darting to different regions of his face. She was no longer an aged sexual beauty, she looked… older, wrinkled. William could see something behind her rage, behind her hunger, there was something else there. The witch finally seemed to accept his answer and breathed out slowly, relaxing her hold on his head and stepping out of the way. Everything was still blurry but with the basement so dimly lit William’s eyes finished adjusting quickly. In front of him painted on the wall was a confusing picture drawn with words he didn’t know in characters that hurt to look at. He blinked uncomfortably.
“What does it look like to you?” Adalyn’s voice asked flatly outside his vision.
His neck was starting to hurt from holding his head up but William tried to look at the wall. It was like the wall had its own will, pushing him to look away. It was the visual equivalent of both wanting to vomit while resisting the need. He grunted and shook his head, “I can’t...” he muttered. Adalyn snorted in half amusement before her feet slowly patted away, William slowly lowered his face into the opening on the table, relaxing his neck.
Surely there is no silence more uncomfortable than that between a predator and their prey. Adalyn’s mood didn’t seem to be intent on recovering and William didn’t feel he had any words safe to speak. His thoughts went to family, to work, to Susan. He skimmed over them, bored with the book of his life, wishing he had done more with it- but not knowing what he would have done. “May I speak?” he asked softly.
A glass bottle clinked gently against metal out of his vision, followed by silence. “If it will ease the mood” answered Adalyn with no emotion.
“I’ve come to the conclusion my life has been pretty dull,” scoffed William to himself. Adalyn made a bemused face he would never see. “So, with it being my last day” he choked a bit, taking a second to compose himself, “and with my life not amounting to much- I was hoping you could tell me about yours instead.”
“Born in Scotland. Raised in a coven. Traveled to America. Opened my own business. That old yarn.” Her tongue clicked with each statement.
“You don’t have much of an accent.”
“Ah dinnae doe ah?” she said in an incredibly thick Scottish accent.
“What?” asked Will.
Adalyn chuckled and reappeared before him, still naked but holding a metal bowl. “You Americans have a hard time with it so I don’t bother with it. Here, I brought lunch.” She sat down on the concrete floor in front of William at the head of the table so they could see each other. She held up a plum to William’s mouth, he bit into it without needing any coaxing. “That’s a good boy” she said with a smile.
“It’s good” nodded William, so much as he could. “I was almost expecting an apple.”
He was rewarded with a cute and honest laugh from her. She looked young again, dark red curls draping over her small frame. A face full of freckles admiring the bowl of fruits in front of her. “I always thought that was a stupid story.”
“For being racist against witches?”
“For being lazy about them. A proper witch would have drugged the dwarves and had them rape Snow White’s body while her step son watched.” Will stared at her speechless. She bared her perfect teeth at him, “it’s how I would have done it. And then I would kill him in front of her, watch the beauty fade from her as all hope was lost. Then, THEN, I would ask the mirror who was the fairest.”
Another uncomfortable silence. She handed William a grape. He chewed it slowly and deliberately. He swallowed. She watched him, eyes bright and sinister, longing for his reply. He thought long and carefully about what to say. “So...” he started, Adalyn’s ears perked, eager. “You’re not a good witch then?”
They both began to laugh, long and loud. Adalyn clutched at her belly as she squirmed on the floor giggling madly. The table shook heartily along with William’s manic chortling. This continued for a good while before they were able to compose themselves.
“Oh William”, snorted Adalyn, wiping tears from her beet red face. “I needed that. Please allow me to thank you. She smiled at him the same as she’d done when he’d first entered the shop just hours prior. With a click of her tongue Adalyn disappeared from view again, and in a moment William felt her hands on his skin once more.
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