An idea, an evil, cunning, manipulative, down right Machiavellian idea comes to you. You can save Ellen and yourself in one fell swoop. First, you lock her door. Then you go to her sink and get a cup of water and return to the bed placing it beside the bed. You move in between her legs and begin to gently lick Cathy’s pussy. You keep an eye out to be sure she has not awakened. After a few minutes your face is covered in her juices. You crawl over her body and put one of her hands on the headboard and the other cupping her breast. You work up the most worried face you possibly could right now, which was not too hard, and cup her head in you hand and begin slapping her face.
“Cathy!” You call and grab the glass of water tossing it in her face. She awakes with a shutter.
“What?” she stammers. “Who are you?” She looks down at her body, “What are you doing?!” Her confusion is blatant. It seems, at least for now, shock trumps fear or hatred.
You speak very slowly to insure she knows you that are doubting her ability to understand the situation. This is crucial if she is to believe you story. “I am Scott, remember?”
“Are you raping me?” her voice is a more than a little disconcerting. She does not seem up set nor afraid, she is seemingly devoid of emotion.
You chuckle nervously and think quickly. “No, hahaha, it’s more the other way around, hehe.”
She gets a puzzled look on her face, “I’m raping you? What are you talking about? What just happened?”
“Yeah, remember, you were escorting me out, and I wrested myself from your grip, I fell to my knee and begged you not punish Ellen for my,” you swallow a poignant though artificial cough, “advances and you agreed to let this all… you know, disappear, if I would,” you swallow again, “pleasure you tonight as you dictate. Then you became very excited while was eati… eh… performing cunnilingus, and hit your head on the headboard.”
Cathy sighed, “I have just one question.” You wait your held breath feeding the seething terror inside your chest. |