Sexy Fugitive

*Emily*

Goddess, this ET1 is so sexy. My body reacts to his touch as if an electric current ran through my nerves. My eyes are closed, but I imagine his firm, defined muscles against my skin as I slide my fingers to the sensitive area between my legs.

The ET1 Tristan is pure magic.

“Ahh!” he calls out a voice, and it's clearly not ET1 Tristan. "Yeah! Yeah!"

A sharp slap across my face, forcing me to open my eyes.

Shit.

Above me, his crooked teeth exposed in a full grin and hot, stinking breath invading my breathing space, is Stephen.

What a fuc... disappointment.

He hits me again, hard, and laughs. It seems to be his new way of acting since those ET1s dragged me back to him, and I've been walking around with a big, ugly purple bruise on my cheek ever since.

He moves in and out of me, but there's barely a noticeable difference with his shriveled, useless pen.... I've just been surviving this torture he calls sex by closing my eyes each time and imagining one of the sexy young ET1s, no matter how cruel they were to me, ravaging my body.

I change each time, imagining a different one of the four ET1s, so I can have the same experience as that damn Breeder they seem to adore so much. She's probably as big as an elephant right now with all those babies inside her. I don't understand the attraction.

I close my eyes again, and am almost back in my imaginary world of sexual pleasure when that idiot Stephen starts talking again.

“Oh, you like your ET1 Daddy Stephen, don't you, you little slut,” he says.

I hold back a sigh. He's also started calling me names because it's the only way his useless, shriveled pen... can be brought to attention. Still, it barely has the functionality of an overripe banana. I play along; Anything to keep him quiet so I can continue with my fantasy about a real ET1.

“Yes, I love it,” I say without much enthusiasm.

Stephen doesn't seem to mind my tone. “Yes, you love it… you… love it!” With that, he's finally done, and instantly he gets out of bed and heads to the bathroom. I'm not sure what she's doing there, but she always seems to be in a hurry to get there right after.

Excited to have the smell of his breath away from me, I finish what I had started without him, imagining ET1 Tristan simply charging into me. I'm done and enjoying the afterglow when Stephen emerges from whatever he was doing.

“You've been enjoying it more lately,” he says with a sickeningly sarcastic smile. “I guess you like it rough.”

I smile and nod. I like it rough...but that's not something your flaccid pen... can offer. The real ET1s... I bet they could make me moan all night and into Tuesday.

Fortunately, the smile is enough, and he leaves the room. He is not one to stay to talk or hug, thank the Goddess. I'm also grateful that she doesn't sleep here. He just goes to his own room, mumbling something about my snoring. I don't think I snore, but if I do, I'm happy to do it as it keeps it away from me.

I get up and do my bathroom routine, removing the old man's touch from me and taking care of myself once again in the shower...this time thinking about that beautiful Reece. Even though they don't love me like the Moon does, I'm still taking advantage of them.

Showered and dressed in a dress with a full skirt, I continue with my business, which consists of getting out of here. The guards watch me constantly, knowing that I can't wait to leave. They block every exit and follow me when I'm wandering the halls of the castle. I honestly don't know why the bastard wants him here. I'm sure he could pay someone else to deal with his daily attempts at ten minutes of sex.

But I have a plan. Every day, I take my evening walk and try to lose the guards by running around a corner here and there. So far it hasn't worked.

I approach the door and sure enough, the guard is right outside. But I can't believe my luck: he's the one I've been trying to seduce, and I know I can win him over with my irresistible Emily charms! I open the door and greet the guard with a big smile. It's actually not bad, especially compared to that old guy I'm married to.

He doesn't smile back; Instead, he looks at my face, and I know he's looking at that damn ugly bruise. It's going to take a while for him to go away. Luckily, I'm pretty sure he's more interested in what sexy Emily has downstairs. After all, my body is irresistible.

“I'm just going to get a snack,” I say sweetly. "I'll be right back. You really don’t have to follow me.”

He growls in response and follows me anyway. What an idiot.

I begin to head towards the castle dining room. I could actually use a snack, and surprisingly, Stephen has a pretty good chef. But that is not my only task. There's a door right next to the dining room that leads to the kitchen, and I know from walking here a long time ago, before it was heavily guarded, that it leads directly out of the castle. They receive deliveries there, so it is only guarded when a truck arrives.

I've been working on my plan for several days, packing a bag with one item at a time so I can escape and have supplies for a few days. I have it tied to my leg under the wide skirt of my dress, waiting every night for the chance to free myself.

I'm near the cafeteria now, and I'm once again trying to lose the guard. “Hello, handsome,” I say, running my fingers along the collar of his shirt. I can feel him shudder. He definitely wants a piece of sexy Emily. —How about we go get something to eat? We can snuggle together, and I'll hand feed you. You'd like that, right?

I could tell it was hardening below.

"I've seen how you've been looking at me," I continued. —You would love to have a piece of this beautiful, firm as..., right? You know I would do it exactly how you like it.

Now I have it hooked, line and hook.

He smiles. “It's okay, honey,” he says in a whisper. —But we're going to get the food together.

That's not what I wanted to hear, but I quickly counterattack with, "Oh, a big, handsome, sexy man like you should be taken care of from head to toe!" Let Emily go take care of you and bring you some sexy oysters. You know, they're a great aphrodisiac for me. You'll love how they make me incredibly horny.

With that, I can tell that he has stopped thinking with his head on his shoulders and is focused somewhere considerably lower. He smiles and leads me around the corner, rubbing against me. I feel the travel backpack getting a little loose under my dress. “You're going to like the way I make you, darling,” she says.

He has the same stinky breath as Stephen, but I force myself to smile anyway. “Oh, yeah,” I say. —I can feel that you are a big man. Emily loves a big, strong man inside her.

His eyes practically roll back into his head, and he takes advantage of that moment to grab me and stick his tongue in my mouth. The taste is horrible, but I muster up my courage and accept it anyway. I'm almost there, freedom is just a few doors away.

They break the kiss, and he's so lost in his lust that the rest is easy. “Now,” I say, “let me go get our refreshment, and you meet me back in my room.” Take off all your clothes, and get ready for me. From what I see of you,” I add as I rub my hand against his pants, “I'm going to have a hard time containing all of you.”

His smile widens even more, if that's possible, and he says, "It's okay, honey." You're about to have the ride of your life.

He starts to run his palm along my thigh, and I stop him with my hand, he's dangerously close to my travel backpack, which is currently barely attached to my leg.

“Let's take this to the bedroom,” I say, still smiling and forcing a look of lust into my eyes.

He walks away, squeezing my sexy chest as he pas...es, and I only smile wider. At least he's leaving. I continue to smile and wave at him as he heads down the hallway, turning around and smiling like the sick bastard he is. When he finally clears the hallway, he enters the cafeteria and strolls nonchalantly through the kitchen toward the delivery door that leads outside.

From there, I have a plan to head to the tunnel that leads under the wall that idiot Stephen told me about the other day when he was about to use me with his flaccid member.

The taste of the guard's tongue is starting to fade, and now all I can taste is... freedom.