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“When I’m here at least three times a day.” His look is all the reassuring she needs. I have a feeling this man is insatiable.

  “I think I’m falling in love,” she says as the sweet candy hits her tongue and she pulls it seductively inside. “With the ChocoLean, that is.” A wink says touché.

  “Okay, then. I think that’s it for now. I have to be leaving for the meeting.”

  Daphne grabs his hand as he stands. “Nooo, don’t leave me.”

  “I wish I could stay, but I can’t. The master suite is prepared for you. Get some rest and I’ll be back tonight with a gift for you.”

  “A gift?” she pouts, looking sadly through blues eyes.

  “A special gift, just for you.”

  Her curiosity aroused, Daphne stands, wrapping her arms around Evan and the two kiss passionately before he leaves her alone looking over the sea, pondering her the new chapter of her life.

  ~ ~ ~ ~

  Daphne! Daphne! Help me! The words echo in her head, scaring her and forcing her awake.

  “Hey there, slow down,” Evan says, holding Daphne’s hand as he sits next to her on the bed. “You must have been dreaming; you were yelling in your sleep.”

  “I was having a nightmare about my ex. It was horrible. He was dead and chasing me.”

  “Oh man, that’s not good. Come here.” Cuddling her closer to him, Evan runs his fingers through her hair, calming her as she wakes up.

  “So where’s my surprise?” she asks sleepily.

  “I’ll show you. Get up—find a bathing suit-- the drawers and closets are full of them…For guests,” he adds, before Daphne can respond. But he still gets a look from the sleepy blonde. “Meet me by the pool in ten minutes.”

  The air is cooling and the sky is full of multi-colored clouds as the sun sets on the water. Daphne walks onto the flagstone surface surrounding the pool. Evan stands waiting in a tight fitting boxer-brief looking bathing suit that does nothing to hide his thick penis. A towel is draped over his shoulder and Daphne feels a little self-conscious of herself in the presence of the man and his rock-hard athletic body.

  “Wow somebody works out.”

  “ChocoLean” he states with a pose.

  “Bullshit—that’s years of hard work.”

  “Yeah, you’re right.” He laughs, walking to her and taking her in his arms. “You look wonderful.” His eyes trail into the deep cleavage and his cock begins to thicken with the sight of her hard nipples tearing against the fabric of her top. He kisses her deeply, his lips covering her mouth in a wet embrace.

  She missed him and his hard body feels so good, so comforting. He makes her feel special…loved again.

  “Follow me,” he says, taking her by the hand and leading her to the cliff over the water.

  Daphne becomes hesitant as they approach. “I don’t like heights.”

  “It’s ok, there’s stairs leading down.”

  Seeing the landing at the top and the set of stairs leading down, she approaches cautiously. “Now that’s beautiful,” she says, seeing the switchback stairs leading down to the water. A few levels below is a platform with a hot tub and what looks like an oversized claw-foot tub.

  As they approach the level, Daphne sees the white tub is full of something dark.

  “Have you ever bathed in chocolate?” Evan asks, throwing his towel on a chair, revealing his rippled physique. His flip-flops are next, followed by his shorts dropping down and being kicked to the side. His cock hangs, slightly hard and bouncing freely in the air-- making Daphne desperate to feel him inside of her.

  She answers with a smile and a removal of her clothes, quickly realizing just how easily she could fall in love with this man. “This is crazy. Is it really chocolate?” Her question is answered when she runs a finger through the warm liquid. “That’s definitely not ChocoLean.”

  “Hey now.”

  “No baby, your chocolate is much better than this.” Her finger extends and he takes it inside sucking it free of the remaining chocolate.

  “Climb in.”

  Pulling her hair into a bun, Daphne ties it off, preparing to enter the tub.

  The sunlight is quickly fading, giving her white body a pinkish hue that disappears slowly beneath the surface of the creamy fluids, with bubbles of thick chocolate gulping at her flesh. “Ooooh it’ warm—it feels great,” she finishes, her body sinking low.

  Evan follows close behind.

  “Here sit on the edge,” she offers. “I owe you something.”

  He follows her command, sitting on the edge, with his rock hard dick throbbing in the air.

  This is what she’s been craving for so long: a hard cock and a good-looking man to wield it. Her hand wraps around his shaft, squeezing tightly and sending a jolt of ecstasy through him. “That feels good,” he whispers as her hand slides up and down the buttery shaft.

  She smiles up at him, sticking out her tongue and running it under the head. “Mmm, chocolate covered dick—this is a first,” she moans while savoring her treat.

  “Good.”

  His body trembles with her hand flowing over the vein covered shaft, and she wraps a second hand on, twisting and turning, as she wrings his cock, while sucking on the head. Her fluffy body moves through the soupy fluid and it drips thickly off of the ends of her tits like giant chocolate covered strawberries, begging to be eaten. Opening her throat she guides his dick into her deep inside of her mouth and begins bobbing up and down and pulling it back out with a gasp and licking it clean.

  “Stand up,” he says, offering her a hand. Her body emerges covered in chocolate that flows down her curves in creamy waves, layering in the tub below her. “Turn around and bend over.”

  “Not in the butt,” she says, nervously covering her anus. “I can’t do it there.”

  “No, baby, I won’t,” he promises.

  His hand slides between her chocolaty cheeks, massaging her pussy from behind and she coos deeply, gyrating her ass and sucking his fingers inside.

  “Oh, baby, yes,” she yells, fucking his hand wildly, as chocolate flies about.

  The slurping noises are loud as Evan manically fingers her cunt. Stopping, he pulls her lips wide and presses the head of his cock to her hole, where it slides inside. Daphne’s body doubles over as the walls of her cunt are stretched wide. Holding her firmly by the hips he strokes into her repeatedly, trying hard not to cum.

  Daphne’s chocolate covered tits swing wildly as Evan pumps into her and reaches underneath to play with her nipples. She swings her head back, signaling her delight.

  “Harder, baby!” she yells, nearing herself to orgasm, when her fingers mash down onto her clit, rubbing frantically.

  Evan’s pace quickens and his breathing becomes so loud that she knows he’s going to cum.

  “Now, now, nooooooow!” he yells, pulling his cock from inside.

  Turning quickly, Daphne drops to her knees, stroking his cock and receiving his cum in her face as he shudders uncontrollably.

  “Oh yes, give it to me, baby.” Her hand slides up his pole, milking the seed from the head.

  CHAPTER SIX

  WEEK ONE

  The first night without Evan was horrible. Whatever the main ingredient in ChocoLean was, it kept her up almost all night, leaving her tired and unwilling to workout. When Evan called, of course she lied, telling him she was tired from working so hard. The next day was even worse. Trying everything she could to motivate herself, she found she just didn’t have it in herself to start working out again. So many memories from the past, and the fact that she’s here in Belize of all places, it all ended up being too much for her. By the time Evan showed up at the end of the week, she still hadn’t put in even one workout. She did manage however, to drink all week, putting on three pounds, probably water weight; but to Evan, weight none the less.

  “I don’t understand,” he says, staring at the scale. “Are you sure, you ate it six times a day.”

  “Absolutely, six times,” she speaks quickl
y, lying to the man who looks confused, as he turns to see her fighting to maintain eye contact.

  He knows it would be hard for anyone to fly here with no warning and be locked down and expected to start working out, but this is business, and there has to be a line between it and pleasure. “I guess it could be the stress of the situation; being somewhere unfamiliar, and alone.”

  “I guess. I’ll try harder this week, I promise.” Seeing his face is making her feel guilty-- that same guilt that used to drive her out of bed at 3:30 in the morning to start her day. Yes—I’ll try harder next week…for him.

  “I know you will, sweetheart.”

  A deep kiss let her know everything was alright, however the wild night of love making she had anticipated and waited all week for did not happen. Evan’s orgasm was weak, and she could tell he was pre-occupied. Hopefully just work, and traveling—I’ll make him happy next week! She promises herself…But it doesn’t happen.

  WEEK TWO

  “I don’t know how that can be! I worked hard!” Daphne cries, seeking the man’s sympathy, but there is none. He knows better—and knowing this would be a challenge for her, Evan had instructed a couple members of his staff to keep an eye on her, and keep him updated on her progress. This week, again—there is none.

  “I’m paying you to workout, not lie to me,” Evan says, his demeanor hard, and angry, with his face like stone, and Daphne is afraid.

  “I’m not lying,” she whispers, her throat tightening. “I promise.”

  His stare is long and silent, before an upward curve forms at the corner of his mouth, easing her racing heart and making her exhale hard.

  “Did I scare you?” he asks, smiling. But something is difference—she knows he’s not smiling inside.

  And when they lay in bed that night, she felt the anger he kept hidden inside when he pinned her face down on the mattress, with his cock tearing at the entrance to her ass, as he prepared to butt-fuck her forcefully. Bringing back a painful memory from her past—being molested, and sodomized daily by her pedophile child-murdering father.

  ~ ~ ~ ~

  “No, Evan please,” she struggles lightly, feeling the warmth from the flesh of his cock head, pushing at the entrance to her hole. She clenches her cheeks in an attempt to keep him out, sending the man into an erotic rage.

  Quickly a hand snatches her by the back of the neck pushing her face into the pillow, muffling her increasing screams, and struggles to be released. He holds the base of his throbbing dick, guiding it slowly inside. And dropping his weight upon her, he forces his dick in, stretching her walls wide with the girth of his cock as tears roll down her cheeks as she cries, “Oh fuck! Stoooop!”

  Breathing deeply in her ear he continues on, pumping faster until he’s ready to release inside of her ass. And with his body trembling in orgasm, he buries his cock deep, spurting in her butt as her sunburned body jiggles beneath him, finally succumbing and struggling no more.

  His cock continues to pump slowly into the woman who lies motionless on the bed as readies for a second round.

  “Ah-ah-ah-ahhhhhhhhhhh!” he screams, vibrating violently as he deposits the second load, and still she lies motionless, wordlessly taking his anal abuse.

  When finished he lies upon her, sweating and panting , and she feels his semen dripping from her ass, as he pets her hair in reward.

  “I’m going to expect a little more effort out of you next week,” he replies, standing and leaving her with her gaping ass gyrating in pain, as she lies weeping, face down on the bed.

  ~ ~ ~ ~

  LATER THAT NIGHT AT YUCATAN INDUSTRIES

  “I don’t care what you have to do! Just get it done!” Evan yells loudly at the older scientist, whose eyes blink in fear of the younger man’s rage.

  “I’ve already taken care of it. This is the new batch—twice the potency,” he explains, sliding a small box of bars across the metal table of the laboratory.

  “This better do it,” he responds, placing the box under his arm before turning to exit the room. “And, Stanley?”

  “Yes, sir?”

  “Don’t let me down again. It will make me very unhappy.”

  Evan exits the room, leaving Stanly afraid to leave the building that evening.

  ~ ~ ~ ~

  The parking lot is dark except for the few lamps that keep the area dimly lit. Stanly pokes his head out of the building, surveying the area. After watching for several minutes and convincing himself that he’s alone, Stanley exits the building tightly clutching a leather satchel full of paperwork. That was the last time he was going to let Evan speak to him like that. He wasn’t the one that did all of the hard work—Stanley was. And he deserves more than to be talked to like some kind of flunky.

  Fumbling nervously with his keys, he finally gets the door to his car opened, throwing the satchel across the driver side and into the passenger seat and lowering himself he climbs inside of the compact car.

  “Where are you going with those papers, Stanley?” Evan’s voice startles the old man.

  BELIZEAN NEWSPAPER PHOTO

  WEEK THREE

  This time when Evan arrived, Daphne was actually afraid to see him. She didn’t know how she was going to explain to him that she failed to work-out again this week. She had enjoyed the rough sodomy; it actually felt good. But it brought back the memories of her father. A horrible man who spent his days drinking and his nights raping his daughter. Truthfully she was glad when he came up missing. She hoped he was dead, and that all of his dark secrets had died with him. What kind of man would make his ten year old daughter lure little girls into his house so he could have his way with them? Nobody ever said anything about the horrible things he did, including her. He made sure of that through the fear of more physical punishment and even death.

  Once Daphne stepped off of the scale, she knew she had good reason to be afraid. “Are you angry with me?”

  She cowers as he lifts his hand to stroke her face. “No, sweetheart. It’s just going to take some time for you to acclimate to this place. I have something I think will help you. Come on, I’ll show you.”

  Daphne follows while Evan leads her through the house and down into the basement to a locked door.

  “What’s this?” she asks, nervously curious.

  “Another gym,” he answers opening the door, and Daphne immediately turns trying to exit back up the stairs. But not before she’s grabbed and wrestled onto the floor, where she fights against Evan who drags her into the dark room. A quick glance was all that Daphne needed to tell her this is not a gym, but some kind of a torture chamber—and Daphne was its newest occupant.

  “Evan, wait! Why are doing this?—I’m sorry!” She cries as he drags her by the hand to a large chain bolted into the center of the floor. A spiked collar hangs at the end, and before she can fight, Evan has it around her neck, locking it in place. Are you fucking kidding me? Her mind screams, as it races looking around the room for any form of escape, and there is none.

  The room is completely enclosed except for two small boarded-over windows, and the only items in the room were multitudes of different sex tools and instruments of pleasure and pain. A small table sits covered in dildos and lubricants, some open and looking as if they had been used recently. In the corner of the room there is a floor cot covered in blankets, and a single pillow. There is a nightstand and a fan blows heavily as it oscillates back and forth.

  Grabbing tightly onto Evan’s leg, Daphne pleads with him to stop as he begins stripping the clothes from her body, leaving her chubby nakedness heaving wildly as she begs. “Don’t do this to me, Evan, Please.” Her eyes cry to him for mercy. “Don’t leave me here, please. I can’t do it again.” And she begins sobbing as she holds onto his leg.

  Again? The words mean nothing to him, and he pulls his leg in an effort to free himself. “No—I think you need some time to think about what you’ve done.”

  “I have!” she pleads desperately, knowing she can’t allow him to lea
ve her here alone. “I won’t let you down, I promiiiiiise,” she whines. And clawing at the zipper of his pants, she undoes his pants, reaching in and seizing his hardening dick. “I can please you, baby—watch,” she says, forcing her head down hard onto his cock and sending it down her throat where she bobs repeatedly, before pulling it out with a slurp. “Do like that, baby?” she asks, running her hand through the saliva coating the shaft and stroking his cock as he moans.

  “Ooooh, yeah. Keep going.” His eyes close as he pushes her mouth back onto his dick.

  She attacks his cock with renewed vigor, sucking and stroking greedily on the pole, covering it with spit and wet kisses. Her fingers circle his balls, pulling them down as the other hand jacks wildly, making his hips pump with her strokes.

  “Is that good, baby?” she coos, feeling his body stiffening.

  “Oh yes!” he moans, pushing his hips into the beating fist, sending his dick back down her throat. “Oh God, oh, shit…here I cum!” Daphne’s mouth opens wide taking his entire length as he shoots his salty load forcefully down her throat. “Oh my God, you fucking fat chicks can suck dick,” he states, smiling and pulling his still dripping cock from her mouth, and slapping her in the face with the fat girth. Her heart breaks, and she begins to cry as he walks away tucking his penis back into his pants.

  “Evan, noooooo.” She watches as he picks up a box of the ChocoLean bars, sitting on the bed, and walking back he dumps them over her naked body. “When I come back, I’ll expect to see full participation on your part.” And walking to the table he picks up a giant, fist-sized black dildo, slapping it in the palm of his opposite hand. “If not—this will be the first thing to go in your ass. And if you’re still conscious afterwards, we’ll see what else we can fit inside of you. And after tossing the giant dick at her, he exits the room.

  “Evan? Evan? EVAAAAAAAAN?” The woman’s words are barely audible through the thick door as he locks it closed form the outside.