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anyone else can do will ever again give you release from your desires. You will never have an orgasm again.”
     
    Emilie was nearly shuddering with anger at the high-handed treatment and astonishing behavior coming from this man. Her heart thudded hollowly as she tried not to listen to the voice in her head telling her that what this bastard said was true. The numbness she’d felt returned in her memory. She’d thought it was just the thick denim. But what if it wasn’t? What if somehow her senses were suborned, co-opted, taken over by this son of a bitch?
     
    With a frantic wrench, Emilie broke out of the domineering man’s grasp, “you’d like me to think that, wouldn’t you, Mister High and Mighty, and God’s gift to women.” Emilie roared, moving away. “Just who in the hell do you think you are, you arrogant prick!?”
     
    Brice watched as she backed away from him in anger and fear. There was only one way to prove his hold over her. Only one thing would grab her attention.
     
    Swiftly he closed on her, his left hand coming up as she tried to back away. Too late, his fingers caressed her cheek sliding along the delicate line of her jaw, tender, nearly ephemeral; it was enough.
     
    Emilie’s knees buckled as her pussy clenched, intense spasms rippling through her in burning waves. “Ohhhh!” She screamed as the sudden orgasm pounded through her. Falling to the floor, her knees drew to her chest as she tried to curl away from the most powerful orgasm she had ever known. Gushing sprays of cream squirted from her cunny soaking her panties as she writhed on the floor. She felt her breasts burn as if a thousand silky fingers covered every inch of her skin.
     
    Her ass bucked and humped as the ghostly fingers traced and expanded covering every inch of her body. Fingers delved between her ass cheeks sliding along her thighs, entering her anus, invading her throbbing cunt. It was as if every minute part of her body was receiving erotic attention from an endless horde of ravaging lovers. Nothing she’d experienced before had ever come close to the total envelopment she experienced now. Her body responded without thought, without restraint.
     
    Breath came in wracking pants leaving her voiceless and raw. Every nerve enlivened and enervated in sensuous pleasure as the arousal continued unabated.
     
    Denny Brice watched captivated. The sight of the slender blonde woman writhing in erotic agony on deck before him aroused him immediately. His cock swelled with a rush in painful response.
     
    Grimm had warned him the reaction might be severely strengthened due to his lack of skill and experience; that only with practice would his control gain subtlety and finesse, but he hadn’t imagined anything like this. Emilie was clearly out of control. Her shoulders twitched in spasmodic jerks and drool slid from her open mouth. Her face had become flushed and splotchy as the orgasm receded leaving her hair a tangled mess from her thrashing.
     
    A brief sense of regret flittered through Denny Brice’s dark soul; an unfamiliar pang of remorse at the severity of the beautiful girl’s reaction. Angrily he stamped it down as he remembered Grimm’s admonition that this control would only last for six-months. His plans had to proceed if he were to win this delectable prize for good.
     
    “Especially now,” he thought wryly, “that she is certain to hate me for doing this to her.”
     
    Brice knelt next to the girl as her breathing returned to normal. A sheen of sweat coated her face and dampened the sheer material of her blouse. A scent of powerful sexual arousal rose from the recumbent woman filling Brice’s nostrils and infusing him with desire.
     
    Emilie struggled to open her eyes. Looking up through slitted lashes she gazed in confusion at the man’s face. From far away she recalled his name and the circumstances and sat up in panic, gasping, “What did you do to me?”
     
    Brice looked at the sated woman still