Princess Of The Insurgents - Chapter 50 Heinous Assaul

On the doorstep of the big living room, Cindy watches Jane who has fallen asleep in front of a very old movie, that she is probably the only one to enjoy.

Finding the list of antiques Jane had entrusted to her was not easy. Those things called TVs, laptops, blue-ray player and HDMI jack were still reasonably simple to buy at an antique store, but some, like the vinyls that Cindy hadn’t seen before, took more time.

As much to encourage Jane as to reward her for her efforts, Cindy gave these men, this delicate mission which, according to some disgruntled people, consisted in browse the dumps to sort the garbage.

By imposing this training on her, she had imagined that after two days, Jane would give up and slam the door, but she was wrong.
for visiting.

Day after day, month after month, the beautiful blonde was stubborn and spent until 4 p.m., isolated in this gloomy room. Believing that this way of life would not be positive in the long run, Cindy had to fight with the stubborn girl to force her out and encouraged her to get some fresh air.

It was a failure, but Jane agreed to spend an hour a day in the big lobby where she often fell asleep peacefully, psychologically exhausted and this, despite the powerful lamps hidden behind the rays of the virtual sun, which dazzled her eyes.

Unable to contain her smile remembering the countless disputes they had during their cohabitation, without making a sound, Cindy approaches the pretty girl who drools on the couch.

It’s hard for her to contain her laughter when even in her sleep she hears Jane moaning and crying for another piece of meat, but she does her best to sit next to her as quietly as possible.

Seeing Jane’s little nose up close, Cindy can’t control her craving. She approaches her hand and gently pinches it, causing the beautiful blonde to growl who now squirming in all directions with the unconscious hope of regaining his freedom.

Jane’s violent movements as she hits the couch with her feet reveal her pretty little thighs, and as she taps upwards to chase away her attacker, the strap of her nightie goes down along her arm, freeing her right breast.

In front of this tempting body which is not that of a woman, but which is no longer that of a child, Cindy, feels again, this strange feeling desire to possess Jane which rises in her. Like her, despite all this time that has passed, this sublime girl has not changed physically. As if time had no influence over them, they remained as they were when Jane first entered her suite.

Leaving Jane’s little nose, Cindy leans over the deeply sleeping blonde girl and brings her hand up to her bare thighs.

Slowly, she puts it on the side of her right thigh and starts to caress her. Yet as sweet and tempting as this part of Jane’s body is, Cindy is overcome with guilt when with her other hand she pulls up her nightie to reveal her white panties made of fine lace, which she gave her as a gift.

Indeed, remembering that when last year she received confirmation that the mass grave found near Topeka contained the body of her friend Sally, Cindy was reluctant to tell Jane.

Cindy who promised to tell Jane any good or bad news aconcerning her human friends, decided that hiding it from Jane and letting her search for those people she knew were dead, would be even more cruel than telling her the truth.

When she told her that all the members of her group of missing pacifists had been massacred in the course of a great religious ritual in the name of a god coming from who knows what horrible book, she expected Jane is totally devastated. The reaction of her little Princess, however, was not at all what she expected.

After one, “Thank you for letting me know.” Jane slammed the door of the room designed for her training and like every day, she didn’t come out until the evening to go to the lobby.

This inner struggle between her desire to make Jane hers and her knowledge of this dead girlfriend lasted for some time. Yet, despite all the guilt she feels, she lifts Jane’s back slightly to completely remove her nightie.

Considering that it is now too late to stop, she places her hand between Jane’s thighs. Her tongue slides slowly over the small right nipple of the beautiful girl who even though she’s asleep, makes a little moaning sound and spreads her legs slightly.

“Today I can eat you without breaking any laws. I have waited a long time for this day to finally come and seeing you every night wave your little buttocks in front of my eyes has not helped me rest my heart. You only have yourself to blame, little Princess, for masturbating in front of me the first time we met.”

Cindy doesn’t see it, but Jane, with her head turned toward the back of the couch, opens one eye. The moment the tall blonde entered the room, Jane woke up. Since she owns now the ability to control her power, it is hard to surprise her, but analyzing the contents of Cindy’s mind as being much hot than usual, Jane decided to simulate sleep to let her act without curb her hunger for flesh.

“Cindy, your clothes are too much. Take them off, or it won’t be fair to me.”

Cindy’s hand had just penetrated Jane’s panties. Her excitement was at its peak as her index finger crossed her vagina’s labia majora, but suddenly this voice comes from below takes her by surprise.

Both panicked and ashamed, without thinking, Cindy pulls her hand out of Jane’s panties as quickly as she can.

“You, little plague, don’t tell me you were awake the whole time.”

Jane bursts out laughing. Who assaulted her in her sleep? Now the assailant is going to blame the victim? No, that would be far too easy. She turns her head to face Cindy’s blushing face who doesn’t know where to look, then she grabs Cindy’s hand and leads her toward her crotch.

“Whether or not I witnessed your heinous assault on my frail little body is of little consequence. Since I have been able to scan every fiber of your perverted little brain, every thought has been revealed to me, so I have long been aware that you have been looking forward to this day. Knowing what was holding you back, I also contained my impulses, but now that I’m of age, we can be together so stop playing the ingenue who’s being intimidated by a mean girl. We both know you’re anything but a saint, then, now, shut up, caress me and kiss me, old harpy with impure thoughts.”