He found himself in a dark room, body fully restricted by rope. The smell of perfume (intimately Beckham) assaulted his nostrils as he felt her presence. He remembered nothing and was eager to be enlightened as to why he was in this predicament. A chill cam over him and it was only then he realized that he was naked.

She finally spoke, “Don’t be afraid… “Though it was a voice he had never heard before the Caribbean accent suggested that it could mean only one thing. He thought to himself “It’s Untouched Soul!”

Days went by and she said nothing more. However his ever need was met without hesitation. She fed him the finest cuisine and he drank exotic juices from fresh fruit. He could roam the windowless room but he was still unclothed and none the wiser as to his purpose there. Whenever he would try to speak to her, she would leave the room.

One night he was awaken by her strapping him unto the bed…”Shhh don't fight it baby” Was all she whispered as she began to grace his body with passionate kisses. She seductively caressed him with her tongue, reviving a hunger he had forgotten existed. She took her time catering to his dick until he thought he would flood her throat with semen but she just allowed him to peak and then stopped. Hormones raged through his body, tantalizing his brain with a greed for this unknown pussy of hers. He wanted more…he wanted HER!

Sensing his aggressive need she obliged by squatting onto his engorged member. Her swollen lips covered his dick head ad she slowly began to fuck him as she spoke…

“You are now mine
I have made all the plans
No one knows your whereabouts
You are free to be my man
I will give you everything you need
Make your every wish come true
Just forget you had another life
That’s all you have to do…”

With each stroke she took him deeper, he soon was lost in a trance. He had never been fucked like this before. The shackles, the quiet confidence in her voice, it was like he was already hers. He just had to admit it out loud.

She spoke again as she felt his body tensing for climax…

“I understand you
They will never love you more
I need you … I’ll fulfill you
You can count on that for sure
Be my King and I’ll be your Queen
Together we will rule the world
As Sir Grim reaches his orgasm he shouts
“YES! YOU HAVE MY WORD!”

She collapses into his arms smiling and as she whispers “Immortally Yours” into his ear the ceiling opens and a shower of knives fall unto their bodies…

THE END.

Fromthemindofalostsoul2009