<strong>Emma, isolation, with Him</strong><br/><br/>Emma could feel him behind her, he was like a phantom in the darkness. She heard him speak a single word, "Kneel." Out of sheer fear, Emma got to her knees in front of him. She blushed hard under the mask, not believing she was doing this. it was all out of fear, right? Scared of what he might do if she protested. Her arms burned, the pain surging through her limbs.<br/><br/>She felt a chain release, the one that had pinched her the whole time she walked. Then part of the chastity belt, but only part. Emma felt relieved that some of the items were coming off of her. Maybe there was another side to him, a soft side? No it coukdn't be possible, he was only screwing with her mind now.<br/><br/>He pulled her up tight against his legs. She could feel his knees bear into her shoulder blades. Even in the darkness she could just feel his eyes staring down at her. Soon there was a sound. She felt his hands on her shoulders, and felt the tug of her shirt. Fabric ripping, inch by inch, exposing her flesh to him. Her flawless fair skin now in his sights.<br/><br/>Emma shivered as his fingers trailed over her and he tore away her shirt. Goosebumps formed on her skin every place he touched. This was wrong, the same man that put her through hell, made her do inexplicable things, bound her, was now being tender and soft? What game was this? She tried to keep her wits about her but as her breasts were touched and kneaded, Emma moaned out loud in the cell.<br/><br/>She could not  deny it. What he was doing felt good. His hands firm, gentle, groping and touching her, Emma squirmed against his legs. She knew deep down in her soul this was all wrong, wrong like the devil's touch, but it was too late. Emma moaned once more, as other parts of her reacted also. Now she was wet, wet and muscles twitched, wanting something to give her relief.