Now that the situation at Hell House was nearly completed, Thorne could attend to her hostage. She leaned forward and worked the strap of the gag so she could pull it free from her mouth, but she did allow herself a second or two to admire how her amazingly thick lips wrapped around the big red ball. So fucking hot. "Hello, Scarlett. I assume you've figured out who I am."

"Yes, I have."

"Excuse me? Are you forgetting yourself?"

"Sorry. Yes, Mistress Thorne."

"That's better. Now, do you understand why you are here?"

"Yes, Mistress Thorne. Because you made Sinstress tie me up and then you kidnapped me."

Thorne chuckled, mostly to show Scarlett what she thought of that answer. "That's the how. I want you to tell me why I did that. And remember, I can wait much, much longer than you can for you to admit what I already know."

Scarlett let out a shuddering breath. She was shaking, and Thorne was sure it was not from fear of punishment. "Pl- please, Mistress Thorne. I can't - I don't understand what you want from me."

"Yes you do," Thorne corrected. "And you should appreciate that I left your blindfold on for the moment so you don't have to look into my eyes when you say what you need to say." She ran her hand over Scarlett's cheek gently, and was rewarded by the way her hostage's lips parted in a silent moan of desire. "You want more touches like that, but in different places, don't you?"

"Oh my god," Scarlett whispered.

"Tell me," Thorne prompted.

"I... I don't know how." The beautiful blonde sounded near tears.

"You need to figure it out. I want you to consider something. I want you to think about a few days from now, after this is all over, after you're no longer tied up and helpless, no longer alone with me. If you can't tell me what you want, here and now, how are you going to feel knowing you missed out on perhaps the most amazing sexual experience of your life? Do you really think you're going to have an opportunity to get tied up and abducted by an attractive bisexual woman ever again? Are you ever again going to have that nervous quiver in your stomach, or that desperate need between your legs? I doubt it. Maybe you'll work up the courage to try it, maybe hire some dominatrix and try to work up a similar scenario, but we both know it won't be the same, will it? You won't really be a helpless hostage like you are right now, and that part is what really excites you."

Scarlett probably wasn't even aware of the way she shook her head gently as she considered Thorne's words. "I'm scared, Mistress Thorne," she finally whispered.

"Tell me why you're afraid," Thorne ordered.

"Well," Scarlett answered, pausing as she finally considered specifically what the problem was, "I'm not attracted to women, Mistress Thorne."

"Is that such a terrible thing, dear, to find another lady sexy? Do you think I'm pretty? And I'm not asking that to make you kiss my ass."

"Of course you're pretty, Mistress Thorne. There's no doubt about that."

"Is it so wrong for two women to share intimacy? Does it really matter if it's a woman kissing you, sucking your nipples, eating that clit? Do you care whether that's a cock sliding between those amazingly pouty lips or your tongue on a cunt, especially if you're being order to suck or lick it?"

The shudder that passed through Scarlett's body told Thorne that she had just envisioned the scenarios that Thorne described, that she could feel Thorne chewing and sucking on her tits or sliding her tongue over her clit, that she could taste her Mistress's wet slit as she caressed the soft flesh for all she was worth. "Please... stop."

"No. I won't stop. And you can't make me. You really don't," her hand worked down over Scarlett's chin and her upper chest with a soft touch, "want me to stop, do you?"

"It's just... I never had feelings like this around a woman, and now that I can't stop you from doing what you want with me, it's frightening."

"I understand that. I really do. But are you afraid of what I'll do with you, or afraid that I won't do anything with you?" She let her hand play over the upper half of Scarlett's sizable and well-formed breast, being sure to avoid her nipple.

Scarlett let out a shuddering sigh. "I just don't know, Mistress Thorne."

"Maybe," Thorne suggested, "you're afraid because of what you watched me to do Wasp."

She nodded. "That was intense, Mistress."

"Well, I'm not going to do that to you, but you have to risk that anyway. That's the cost of being a submissive slut who needs to be used in any way I want."

"Ohhh..."

"But you have to ask. You have to ask me to scratch that itch between your legs, or you can just be tied up and unfulfilled until I get a chance to let you go." Thorne lifted Scarlett's head and leaned down until their noses nearly touched. "I am going to rape you. I'm going to use your body for my enjoyment and force you to do the same for me. You can't stop it." Scarlett's breathing increased at the description.

"I'm giving you the opportunity to ask for it because I know you want to. Some women who like being tied up want to fight and protest. But that's not you. I can tell that you need to admit your needs to me, to tell me what a slut you are, how you need me to molest you while you're tied up, to make you cum over and over like a fucking freight train.

"But I'm not going to ask forever. Sooner or later, I'm just going to stuff that mouth between my legs and make you eat me, and you'll never get to explode so you can deal with that feeling that starts in your clit and runs to every erogenous zone in your body. So this is your last chance. Let it go. Do it."

Scarlett bit her lip. She was clearly going through many conflicting emotions. Her eyes went out of focus and her body kind of sagged down so heavily that Thorne thought she might pass out, but then she suddenly cursed silently to herself.

"Please, Mistress Thorne, I need you to use me. I need to be fucked and sucked however you want! Please make me your little whore. My mouth, my tits, my cunt, my ass - they're all yours! Please! I need to feel you and taste you! Take me!" She let out a sob of relief.