[Sexualobster]

Thanks Runesmith! Appreciate it. Hopefully this lives up to your expectations.

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Michelle sat there for a few moments longer staring at the open door. What just happened.

Slowly she came to and looked around the mattress once more, lingering her eyes on her bra lying on the edge. She picked it up and contemplated putting it back on but hesitated. The man had already seen her topless so putting it back on now when he wasn't even in the room was pointless.

Her eyes darted to the keys that he tossed at her and she quickly reached for them, clasping the shackle on her knee with the other hand. She fumbled around with a few of the keys before finding one that fit the lock and with a tight turn, released the bind and freed her knee of the restraint. She stretched her leg out, bending it back and forth, feeling the freedom of the metal. She traced her stretching leg down with her eyes, ending at her panties and remembered the man's 'request', her slight smile turning back into a frown.

Michelle began thinking of the realistic possibility of an apocalypse happening and her ending up here. How many other kidnap victims were told the same thing? How many ever escaped to talk about it? A constant drone of fear beat in her heart and she hadn't had a calm heart rate for almost 20 minutes.

Deciding to finally do something, Michelle stood up, leaving her bra on the floor. She walked over to the door and slowly peeked out. It seemed to be a hallway/storage room with boxes of food piled up on shelves against both walls. The hallway turned to the left at the end and a result, she couldn't see what was past that point. Still scared of what he might do if he saw with her panties still on, she retreated back into the room.

Michelle began writing a mental pros and cons list. Howard was in charge at the moment. Apocalypse or kidnapping, she wasn't getting out just yet. She didn't even know what was past the hallway. A locked main door would be enough to stop her dead in her escape plan. And she couldn't figure out Howard. He was clearly unstable and any hesitation on anybody's part seemed to set him off. She didn't want to imagine what it was like to defy him. There was no overpowering him too, unless she had a gun of some sort. No, there was no getting away from him.

The problem was, Michelle has been embarrassed enough wearing a bikini on the beach. She was no exhibitionist and the thought of being naked in front of a man who had complete control over her terrified her. She didn't know what his motives were and she doesn't know what he has in store for her right around that corner. If he was going to rape me, he would've done so already. What game was he playing? Why would he want her naked if not for sexual purposes? He clearly saw her in a sexual way when he spoke to her breasts by the door.

Michelle was pacing back and forth in the room, looking around hoping to see some vent she had missed this entire time that would just lead her out of all of this. But there was no vent. And there was no avoiding this.

Michelle stopped in her tracks. Her heart rate picked up and her breathing quickened. With a sigh she bent over and pulled her panties off, tossing them to the mattress on top of her bra. Michelle walked towards the door and stopped right before leaving. Terrified. She pictured herself walking out the door a thousand times before she finally took a step.

A few steps later and she was in the hallway. It was surprisingly warmer and she felt her nipples warm up a bit, instinctively bringing her hands up to rub them. She looked around at the boxes, reading some labels before realising what she was doing and put her hands back down to her sides.

She slowly tip toed through the hallway, trying to be as silent as possible, to catch whatever was waiting around the corner off guard. She reached the corner and slowly stuck her head around. What she saw was a door to her right as well as what appeared to be a living room straight ahead. Muffled sounds of a sink were coming from the right side of the living room. Michelle continued her tip toeing to the door on the right, watching the living room as she slowly turned the handle. It was locked.

With a sigh, she continued on to the living room and checked left first. There was a TV with a bunch of shelves of books, DVDs and boardgames in addition to another hallway on the opposite of where she was standing. To the right there was a bar counter with a few bar stools and a small set of stairs, a few steps at most, that lead to the source of the sound. There was clearly water running and someone was clanking plates together. Howard must actually be preparing food.

She tip toed even slower to look past the bar counter to see Howard's back. He was facing the sink and as he turned around, Michelle lunged back around the corner in fright. She was still very terrified of this man and didn't want to proceed. She waited a few moments longer before looking back around the corner slowly.

As she peeked her eye around the corner, she saw Howard's face, he seemed to be chopping something. As Michelle looked at him, Howard's eyes glanced up and met hers. Michelle froze and wanted to retreat again but she couldn't break her gaze and felt like a deer stuck in headlights.

"Ah, you decided not to rest further then?" Howard asked merrily.

"Come on out! Let me see you in all your glory." Howard said, wiping his hands with a cloth and taking the steps down towards her. Michelle didn't want to piss him off in anyway and slowly came around the corner, her arms folded over her stomach in a vain attempt to censor herself.

Howard approached her, scanning her up and down with a smile.

"My god you're beautiful. Your proportions are like from a biology textbook."

Michelle couldn't meet his gaze and stared at the floor. Howard reached out to her arms and pulled them off her stomach and out to her sides, in a cross-like position. He was studying her like a skeleton in a science class. She stood there, bearing all to this man, not even by force. She willingly took off her panties and came here to be examined by this man. She felt a curtain of shame between Howard and herself, and she felt more exposed than ever in her life.

"Alright!" Howard yelled as he turned around to go back up the steps. "We're gonna have some fun you and I! At least until you can provide other services."

"For now, why don't you come up and take a seat, food will be ready shortly."

Michelle looked up again. As long as she didn't have to see his face, she didn't feel so shameful. Michelle slowly took the few steps up and took a seat across from where Howard would be sitting at the counter. Howard walked back and forth between the sink/kitchen area and the counter, putting various cutleries and plates of food in front of her.

"Alrighty" Howard finally said, as he set down the last few items and took a seat across from her. He looked up and smiled at her, before looking down at her breasts.

With a hand gesture like lifting two oranges from underneath and placing them on the table, Howard asked "Would you mind...?"

Michelle, looking slightly puzzled, looked down at her breasts and noticed that the table was just about tall enough to hide her nipples. Michelle looked up at Howard in a sort of are-you-serious fashion and took his vacant smile as a confirmation. With a sigh, she slowly lifted her breasts and laid them on the counter, the cold marble stinging as it touched her skin.

"Thank you." Howard added before he reached for his spoon and began eating. Michelle found it difficult to eat her plate with her boobs in such an unnatural position. She had to arch her back in order to get her chest close enough to the counter to be able to lay her tits on it. She ended having to squish her boobs between her chest and neck every time she bent down to put a spoon of food in her mouth. It didn't help that between every bite, Howard just sat there staring at them with a slight smile.

What was going through his head? Was he enjoying this control he had over her, or is he actually just smiling because he can see breasts? His smile was so vacant that it was hard to tell.

As Michelle tried to figure him out, she didn't notice a precarious piece of pasta fall off her spoon and fall onto her left tit. It hit her boob and rolled off, leaving a smudge of sauce right above the nipple.

"Oh." Michelle mumbled as she reached up to wipe it off with her finger.

"Wait wait. Could you... lick... it off?" Harold asked, almost like a child. Harold acted like a preteen who had just gotten hold of an animal and wanted to see how it acted and behaved. If anything, he was treating her like one.

Michelle stared at Harold for a few moments, a voice in the back of her mind constantly telling her to never hesitate in front of him, but another voice shaking in embarrassment and fear. Michelle, without breaking eye contact, partially in fear that he would reach over the counter and grab her, to what end she was unsure of, slowly reached up and pushed her left tit closer to her face.

With a strong exhale of breath, a way of psyching herself up, she stuck out her tongue and began licking all the way down to the nipple, her eyes locked onto Howard's the entire time. Slowly, she placed her tit back on the counter and did a "there-you-go" gesture with her hands, her breasts still on display on the counter.

Howard had a grin on his face and let out a quiet "thanks" before continuing his meal.