She realized, as his mouth worked its magic on her, that it had been way too long since someone had used their mouth on her like this.  That it was her violent minded kidnapper surprised her, but at the moment she was too lost in sensation to complain.  His mouth felt amazing, his tongue lapping and teasing, and though she hated herself somewhat for even daring to enjoy the moment, it was difficult -not- to when he was so damned good at it.<br/><br/>By the time he sank his finger deep inside of her she was moaning into the bed-cloths, wriggling slightly though she was at least trying to be still for him.  That he would spend so much time at a task most men did only grudgingly only served to confuse her further, but confusion, even self loathing, faded as his mouth worked so eagerly upon her.  Soon all mental activities mostly faded, and she was focused entirely on pleasure and sensation, on the lapping tongue and probing finger inside the tight sheath of her sex.  Liquid proof of her intense pleasure slipped easily to his waiting tongue.