“But you picked them up, right?”
“Yes,” Charlotte whined.
“And you saw what I’d left in there for you?”
“Yes.”
“Did you sniff it?”
“No,” Charlotte groaned.
“You weren’t even a little curious?”
“No.”
“Hmm,” Thomas winked at Luke. “I can see there is still much work to be done here.”
“Luke, could you please replace Charlotte’s feeding bag? We’re going to have to resume this conversation tomorrow.”
“Oh no, please!” Charlotte whined. “I’m really uncomfortable in here! Can’t I come outside and talk to you about this?”
“I’m afraid not,” said Thomas. “I want you to spend the night thinking about your cum-soaked panties–and contemplating how you really feel about me.”
He watched Luke attach a new bag to the dispenser. Although it tasted like regular chocolate, this special milk had been enhanced with additives that would sustain Charlotte through the long hours of the night. Thomas was pleased to see that Charlotte had already consumed the entire contents of the first bag during the afternoon, although this came as no surprise because the milk was also laced with a highly addictive aphrodisiac!
During the long and lonely hours ahead, poor Charlotte would find herself sucking on that feeding tube with increasing frequency as her mind relentlessly drifted toward thoughts of a sexual nature. If she wasn’t already, Charlotte would soon become extremely wet between the legs–although within the confined space of the standing cell, touching herself would be out of the question.
This was just the beginning of Thomas’s devious little plan. Over the next two weeks, while Peter Blanchard was in the early stages of his relentless physical decline, Charlotte on the other hand, would be kept in a state of increasing sexual arousal!
“We’re going to leave you now, Charlotte,” Thomas said. “But first I’m going to give you a little gift which may help you reconcile your conflicting emotions toward me.”
He unwrapped the red panties from around his cock and then went over to the standing cell.
“You may find this difficult to believe,” he said. “But even after the humiliation of having the evidence of my so-called crime stuffed into my mouth, I decided to keep them.”
He slid the small hatch open and held up the incriminating panties.
“Remember these?”
Inside the cell, Charlotte’s eyes widened and she gasped.
“Yes, that’s right. They’re yours. The very same ones. A souvenir to remind me of your sweet sex through all these lonely years,” Thomas said. “Of course, my original ejaculate dried and crusted off years ago–but don’t worry my dear, I shot you a fresh load!”
He placed the panties on the little shelf inside the hatch, right in front of Charlotte’s nose.
“This might help you to remember how you really feel about me,” Thomas said. “You will have no choice but to inhale my masculine essence all night long–but if you prefer, you can stick out your tongue and taste it.”
Charlotte gagged and stared in horror at her very own panties from college, right there in front of her face!
“Please, Thomas, I’m begging you–let me out!”
“Oh, I will eventually. Once you admit the truth.”
He slid the hatch shut and tucked his cock back into his pants.
“Good night, Charlotte. Sweet dreams!”
Chapter Seven
No, I mustn’t! My stomach is full! The chocolate is making me feel sick! I have to stop! Charlotte said to herself.
Yes, but it makes you feel so good! It eases the aching in your calves and thighs, and it makes you feel so warm and tingly! she replied.
Charlotte tried to resist but it was so easy to drink the sweet nectar. That was the cruelest part of it. The feeding tube was an inch away from her lips. Just a slight tilt of the neck and she could draw in a bit more milk and then she would feel a little less desperate, a little more comfortable.
But drinking from the tube also meant inhaling his revolting, briny stink through her nostrils. His seed, soaking into her panties that she had all but forgotten about over the years since college. Almost but not quite. Because Charlotte had never quite been able to eradicate the memories of the ever-present shadow of him–that wasn’t the kind of thing a girl was ever going to completely forget. Yet as her years of contented marriage had gone by, the background anxiety had faded and he had become a distant memory–an unpleasant, but concluded, episode in her life. And life with Peter had been good until the pandemic had changed everything.
And now Thomas Mosley was suddenly back in her life with a vengeance, no longer a pitiful stalker but a dominant power who could literally decide whether she ever saw Peter again. And he had made it abundantly clear that the only way that was going to happen was for Charlotte to convince Thomas that she really loved him–and not Peter.
But he had also told her that just saying she loved him wasn’t going to work. He wanted her to make him believe it! How in the hell was she going to manage that when she despised the despicable man?
Standing alone in the dark, unable to refuse the damned feeding tube, with her rock-hard nipples stabbing against the wooden cell door and her crotch perpetually moist and hot, Charlotte realized that she was going to have to become an actress. When she had offered Thomas her body before, she had emotionally held something back out of loyalty to Peter–and Thomas had picked up on it, so instead of seducing him, she had inadvertently offended him. Now she had to make up that lost ground, and as much as it galled her to do so, she was going to have to win him back. Tears sprang to Charlotte’s eyes as she fully comprehended how neatly Thomas had engineered this reversal in their fabricated relationship.
But what if he had given up on her? Was she already too late? And had her reticence already sealed her husband’s fate? She was suddenly overcome by a need to talk to Thomas right now, to convince him that she had made the wrong choice in college, that she had wanted Thomas all along! But he wasn’t out there, most likely tucked up in his comfortable bed like any normal person would be at this time. She considered calling out to him, but she was locked in the basement, and even if she succeeded in waking him up, would she just anger him further?
It hit her hard right then how much control this one-time pathetic loser had over her. She was terrified, not so much of him, but of what he could do, and now she absolutely had to make him believe that she wanted him. But she would just have to wait until he was ready to see her. She would stand quietly in her stifling cell, naked, sweating, horny and scared, while she mentally ran through her act for whenever Thomas next decided he wanted to speak to her.
Charlotte realized that the feeding tube was again between her lips and she gulped down more of the soothing, addictive milk, and instantly felt a little calmer. There was a pleasant throb in her belly and the insides of her thighs were damp.
A tear rolled down her cheek as her mind habitually migrated toward an image of her beloved Peter, but this time she pushed it away. Right now, she needed to focus on Thomas for the sake of her marriage, for the sake of their future. Ironically, she knew she needed to forget about her husband, because tomorrow, if she gave Thomas even the slightest hint that she wasn’t totally obsessed with him, he might take everything away from them.