She hadn't enjoyed sex this potently in a long time, and god help her but the man knew what he was doing.  as he shifted her to her side and released her arms she wriggled around, gasping at that new and powerfully pleasurable angle.  She'd never been in this position before, and while she knew she would ache later, she just couldn't complain right then.  It felt amazing, deep and penetrating, that toy still lodged in her back door.<br/><br/>at his command she blinked, but she didn't deny him.  she rested her weight on her shoulder, lifting her hands up to her breasts.  Even that action felt good, perhaps intensified by that venom or simple arousal.  for the moment she'd largely forgotten everything but the delicious press of him as he thrust in and out, that thick shaft filling her tight sheath time and again.  Her back bent, her fingers capturing and teasing her nipples as she moaned out rather loudly.<br/><br/>Her mind was a chaos of emotions and need, the intense pleasure of his thrusting and her own response.  She also felt that shame, how could she so enjoy the fucking of a man who was just a crazy kidnapper?  This was rape..  wasn't it?  Was it rape if she was moaning and crying out with pleasure?