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Chapter 3: Uncle Zalman (Act 2)
Lina awoke with a start, her heart pounding against her ribcage as she blinked away the remnants of sleep. The room was dimly lit, the afternoon sun filtering through the thin curtains, casting long shadows across the unfamiliar space. Her body ached, every muscle protesting as she tried to sit up, the memory of the previous night flooding back to her in a rush. Uncle Zalman. The aphrodisiac. The way he'd manipulated her, pretending to be injured, only to take advantage of her kindness.
A shudder ran down her spine as she recalled the feverish passion that had consumed her, the way her body had betrayed her, responding to his touch with an eagerness she'd never known before. She looked around, her eyes landing on the crumpled clothes scattered across the floor.
Her clothes. Her heart sank as she realized they were nowhere to be found. Panic began to set in as she scrambled to her feet, her bare skin prickling with discomfort. Where were her clothes? And more importantly, where was Uncle Zalman?
"Looking for these?" a deep voice rumbled from the doorway, and Lina's head snapped up to find Uncle Zalman leaning casually against the frame, her clothes dbangd over one arm. His eyes gleamed with a predatory hunger that sent a chill down her spine. He was different today, there was no trace of the feeble, injured man she'd tended to the night before. Instead, he exuded a raw, masculine power that made her stomach clench with unease.
"Please," she whispered, her voice hoarse with fear. "I need to go. My husband will be home soon." Uncle Zalman's lips curved into a cruel smile, and he took a step forward, closing the distance between them. "Not until you've satisfied me, Lina," he said, his voice low and menacing. "You owe me, remember? For last night."
Lina's eyes widened as she backed away, her bare feet pressing against the cold floor. "I don't owe you anything," she protested, her voice trembling. "You tricked me. You took advantage of me." But Uncle Zalman only laughed, a harsh, mirthless sound that sent shivers down her spine. "You enjoyed it, Lina," he said, his eyes raking over her body with a boldness that made her want to shrink into herself. "Don't deny it. I saw the way you responded to me. The way your body craved my touch."
Lina's cheeks burned with shame, but she couldn't deny the truth of his words. Despite her fear and disgust, a part of her had relished the forbidden pleasure of their encounter. It was a secret she'd hoped to bury deep within herself, but Uncle Zalman's words had unearthed it, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable.
"Please," she whispered again, her voice barely audible. "Just let me go."
Uncle Zalman's smile faded, replaced by a look of cold determination. "Not until you've given me what I want," he said, advancing on her with purposeful strides. Lina's heart hammered in her chest as she realized she had no choice. She was trapped, ensnared by her own desires and Uncle Zalman's ruthless manipulation.
With a growl, he grabbed her by the waist, pulling her against him with a force that stole her breath. His hands roamed over her body, possessive and demanding, as he pressed her back against the wall. Lina whimpered, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to resist, but his touch was like a drug, igniting a fire within her that she couldn't extinguish.
"Ride me," he commanded, his voice harsh and commanding. Lina's eyes flew open, meeting his gaze with a mixture of fear and reluctance. But as his hands gripped her hips, guiding her toward the bed, she felt her resistance crumbling. She was powerless to deny him, her body responding to his touch with a mind of its own.
With a trembling breath, she lowered herself onto him, her eyes widening as she felt the thickness of his cock pressing against her entrance. It was painful, the stretch almost too much to bear, but Uncle Zalman's hands were on her waist, urging her downward with relentless force. She gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as she adjusted to his size, the sensation both agonizing and exhilarating.
"That's it," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "Ride me, Lina. Show me what you've got." Lina's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but she couldn't deny the pleasure that was building within her. With a hesitant moan, she began to move, her hips swaying in a slow, sensual rhythm as she rode him with increasing confidence. Uncle Zalman's hands were on her breasts, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh as he watched her with hooded eyes.
"Faster," he commanded, his voice hoarse with need. Lina obeyed, her movements becoming more urgent as she bounced on his cock, the sensation of his thickness filling her sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. But even as she surrendered to the sensation, a part of her remained aware of the danger, the fear that someone might walk in and see them.
As if sensing her thoughts, Uncle Zalman grabbed her by the waist, lifting her off him with a strength that took her breath away. Before she could protest, he had pressed her against the window, her ample breasts resting against the cool glass as he positioned himself behind her. Lina's eyes widened in alarm as she realized his intention, her heart pounding in her chest.
"No," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Someone might see us." But Uncle Zalman only laughed, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her from behind. The sensation was overwhelming, the stretch of his cock filling her to the brink as he entered her with ruthless force.
Lina cried out, her nails scratching against the window as she tried to find purchase, the fear of being seen only adding to the intensity of the moment. "You're mine, Lina," Uncle Zalman growled, his voice harsh and possessive. "And I'm going to make you feel it."
With that, he began to move, his hips snapping forward with a ferocity that made Lina's eyes cross. The sensation was almost too much to bear, the stretch of his cock combined with the pressure of the window against her breasts sending her spiraling into a maelstrom of sensation. She cried out, her voice muffled against the glass as she tried to find some relief, but Uncle Zalman only gripped her tighter, his hands squeezing her breasts as he rammed into her with relentless force.
"Please," she whimpered, her voice barely audible. "I can't take it." But Uncle Zalman only laughed, his breath hot against her ear as he quickened his pace. The room spun around her, the world narrowing to the sensation of his cock filling her, the pressure building to an unbearable crescendo. And then, with a hoarse cry, he came, his seed spilling deep within her as he squeezed her breasts with a bruising force.
Lina collapsed against the window, her limbs trembling as she tried to catch her breath. Uncle Zalman's arms were around her, holding her up as she struggled to regain her composure. But even as she sagged against him, she couldn't shake the feeling of shame and degradation that clung to her like a second skin.
With a final, shuddering breath, she pushed herself away from him, her bare feet pressing against the floor as she stumbled toward the bed. Uncle Zalman watched her go, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he tossed her clothes onto the bed.
"Get dressed," he said, his voice cool and detached. "And remember, Lina ...you're mine now. And I'll be back for more." Lina's hands trembled as she reached for her clothes, her mind reeling from the intensity of their encounter. She knew she should be angry, outraged at the way he'd manipulated and used her. But as she dressed, her fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of her breasts, she couldn't deny the pleasure that still lingered within her.
It was a secret she would carry with her, a dark and shameful pleasure that she would bury deep within herself. But as she left the room, her heart heavy with confusion and desire, she knew that Uncle Zalman's words would haunt her, a constant reminder of the forbidden passion that had consumed her.
Lina awoke with a start, her heart pounding against her ribcage as she blinked away the remnants of sleep. The room was dimly lit, the afternoon sun filtering through the thin curtains, casting long shadows across the unfamiliar space. Her body ached, every muscle protesting as she tried to sit up, the memory of the previous night flooding back to her in a rush. Uncle Zalman. The aphrodisiac. The way he'd manipulated her, pretending to be injured, only to take advantage of her kindness.
A shudder ran down her spine as she recalled the feverish passion that had consumed her, the way her body had betrayed her, responding to his touch with an eagerness she'd never known before. She looked around, her eyes landing on the crumpled clothes scattered across the floor.
Her clothes. Her heart sank as she realized they were nowhere to be found. Panic began to set in as she scrambled to her feet, her bare skin prickling with discomfort. Where were her clothes? And more importantly, where was Uncle Zalman?
"Looking for these?" a deep voice rumbled from the doorway, and Lina's head snapped up to find Uncle Zalman leaning casually against the frame, her clothes dbangd over one arm. His eyes gleamed with a predatory hunger that sent a chill down her spine. He was different today, there was no trace of the feeble, injured man she'd tended to the night before. Instead, he exuded a raw, masculine power that made her stomach clench with unease.
"Please," she whispered, her voice hoarse with fear. "I need to go. My husband will be home soon." Uncle Zalman's lips curved into a cruel smile, and he took a step forward, closing the distance between them. "Not until you've satisfied me, Lina," he said, his voice low and menacing. "You owe me, remember? For last night."
Lina's eyes widened as she backed away, her bare feet pressing against the cold floor. "I don't owe you anything," she protested, her voice trembling. "You tricked me. You took advantage of me." But Uncle Zalman only laughed, a harsh, mirthless sound that sent shivers down her spine. "You enjoyed it, Lina," he said, his eyes raking over her body with a boldness that made her want to shrink into herself. "Don't deny it. I saw the way you responded to me. The way your body craved my touch."
Lina's cheeks burned with shame, but she couldn't deny the truth of his words. Despite her fear and disgust, a part of her had relished the forbidden pleasure of their encounter. It was a secret she'd hoped to bury deep within herself, but Uncle Zalman's words had unearthed it, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable.
"Please," she whispered again, her voice barely audible. "Just let me go."
Uncle Zalman's smile faded, replaced by a look of cold determination. "Not until you've given me what I want," he said, advancing on her with purposeful strides. Lina's heart hammered in her chest as she realized she had no choice. She was trapped, ensnared by her own desires and Uncle Zalman's ruthless manipulation.
With a growl, he grabbed her by the waist, pulling her against him with a force that stole her breath. His hands roamed over her body, possessive and demanding, as he pressed her back against the wall. Lina whimpered, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to resist, but his touch was like a drug, igniting a fire within her that she couldn't extinguish.
"Ride me," he commanded, his voice harsh and commanding. Lina's eyes flew open, meeting his gaze with a mixture of fear and reluctance. But as his hands gripped her hips, guiding her toward the bed, she felt her resistance crumbling. She was powerless to deny him, her body responding to his touch with a mind of its own.
With a trembling breath, she lowered herself onto him, her eyes widening as she felt the thickness of his cock pressing against her entrance. It was painful, the stretch almost too much to bear, but Uncle Zalman's hands were on her waist, urging her downward with relentless force. She gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as she adjusted to his size, the sensation both agonizing and exhilarating.
"That's it," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "Ride me, Lina. Show me what you've got." Lina's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but she couldn't deny the pleasure that was building within her. With a hesitant moan, she began to move, her hips swaying in a slow, sensual rhythm as she rode him with increasing confidence. Uncle Zalman's hands were on her breasts, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh as he watched her with hooded eyes.
"Faster," he commanded, his voice hoarse with need. Lina obeyed, her movements becoming more urgent as she bounced on his cock, the sensation of his thickness filling her sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. But even as she surrendered to the sensation, a part of her remained aware of the danger, the fear that someone might walk in and see them.
As if sensing her thoughts, Uncle Zalman grabbed her by the waist, lifting her off him with a strength that took her breath away. Before she could protest, he had pressed her against the window, her ample breasts resting against the cool glass as he positioned himself behind her. Lina's eyes widened in alarm as she realized his intention, her heart pounding in her chest.
"No," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Someone might see us." But Uncle Zalman only laughed, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her from behind. The sensation was overwhelming, the stretch of his cock filling her to the brink as he entered her with ruthless force.
Lina cried out, her nails scratching against the window as she tried to find purchase, the fear of being seen only adding to the intensity of the moment. "You're mine, Lina," Uncle Zalman growled, his voice harsh and possessive. "And I'm going to make you feel it."
With that, he began to move, his hips snapping forward with a ferocity that made Lina's eyes cross. The sensation was almost too much to bear, the stretch of his cock combined with the pressure of the window against her breasts sending her spiraling into a maelstrom of sensation. She cried out, her voice muffled against the glass as she tried to find some relief, but Uncle Zalman only gripped her tighter, his hands squeezing her breasts as he rammed into her with relentless force.
"Please," she whimpered, her voice barely audible. "I can't take it." But Uncle Zalman only laughed, his breath hot against her ear as he quickened his pace. The room spun around her, the world narrowing to the sensation of his cock filling her, the pressure building to an unbearable crescendo. And then, with a hoarse cry, he came, his seed spilling deep within her as he squeezed her breasts with a bruising force.
Lina collapsed against the window, her limbs trembling as she tried to catch her breath. Uncle Zalman's arms were around her, holding her up as she struggled to regain her composure. But even as she sagged against him, she couldn't shake the feeling of shame and degradation that clung to her like a second skin.
With a final, shuddering breath, she pushed herself away from him, her bare feet pressing against the floor as she stumbled toward the bed. Uncle Zalman watched her go, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he tossed her clothes onto the bed.
"Get dressed," he said, his voice cool and detached. "And remember, Lina ...you're mine now. And I'll be back for more." Lina's hands trembled as she reached for her clothes, her mind reeling from the intensity of their encounter. She knew she should be angry, outraged at the way he'd manipulated and used her. But as she dressed, her fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of her breasts, she couldn't deny the pleasure that still lingered within her.
It was a secret she would carry with her, a dark and shameful pleasure that she would bury deep within herself. But as she left the room, her heart heavy with confusion and desire, she knew that Uncle Zalman's words would haunt her, a constant reminder of the forbidden passion that had consumed her.
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