THE BEAST 2 - Extract

 

Except he knew. He knew what he had done when he dropped the hint. He knew Grace's mind would be gone into overdrive. It was how it was supposed to be. He smiled to himself slightly. "Your nipples. Stimulate them. I want to see you produce." He was back to his short sharp instructions. Simple instructions given in as few words as possible. Grace could play the game. This was how she was thinking now. That this was all a game. He knew that as well. He knew about that little pinhole of hope that he had given her. She brought the hand that was under her pregnant lump up to her left breast and she ran her palm around the full roundness of it. Then she got to the nipple and she ran her palm over that, knowing and feeling that she was distorting the thick, elongated teat under it. Grace was looking at this different now. Shock had given way to something else. Maybe a survival instinct kicking in. Play ball with this little man and it will all be ok. Give him what he wanted and it could still all end up happy ever after. That it WOULD end up happy ever after. And to those ends she looked at The Beast, directly at him and she ran her fleshy wet tongue across her top lip.

But he knew what she was doing. She was falling into how he wanted her to be with each and every passing step of the process. This heavily pregnant, naked girl in high heels, licking her lips at him suggestively. She would never know that he wasn't in the slightest bit interested in her sexually. He smiled to himself again but he liked what he was seeing. This was a young woman, a mother to be, doing what, in her mind, she needed to do in order to get through an ordeal. He liked how low some women and girls were willing to go in order to survive. He liked that a lot. He was impressed with Grace's tongue. Big and fleshy. It looked almost too big for someone of her diminutive size. He was liking this girl more and more as the process went on. As a sadist looking for perfection in the suffering he inflicted on his victims, there had been the doubt that a chosen one wouldn't fit the bill. But that wasn't the case with Grace. He was liking what he saw more and more. These tester times, the times before the real hurt would be applied were revealing to him. She was an intelligent girl and he liked that too. Brain dead bimbos were no good to him. His victims needed to KNOW what they were going through. They needed to know that he was taking them to the edge of madness. If they didn't know then the torture couldn't be maximised. It was the knowing that provide that maximisation. He smiled to himself yet again because he knew now that Grace was playing a game. And that she thought she had it all sussed. And that she would be getting out of this after all.

Grace did a little wet groan as she stimulated her nipples, both of them. Just taking them between her thumb and forefingers and then twisting and squeezing. Not painfully so - just a little. Squeezing each of them making sure they were fully erect so that this man could see. And then twisting. Then squeezing and pulling, squeezing and pulling. And her looking right at this man. In her mind she was turning him on. Giving him what he wanted. Her tongue was running over her lips in overtime. And she was making those little noises. She was still making those little noises as the drizzle of pre-milk came along. She was humiliated and degraded. She could feel that. But she counteracted that by telling herself that she was doing it for her, her unborn baby and her mother who was alive and well and being kept somewhere by this man. It was the only way that she could get through milking herself like this. It was the only way she could cope with it in her mind. If there hadn't been that hope she thought she would never have been able to do this. But The Beast was smiling because he knew this was the case. Give her that little bit of hope so that she would play ball. If she played ball like this, she would play ball in all ways. How low would this pregnant bitch go to save the day? A day that would never be saved, not really.