The Problems With Conspiracy Theory [vore]

Part 4

"Even though you don't want to have intimacy with me, I'd still like to touch you all over." I felt her warm hands plop onto my back and begin rubbing around a sticky wet substance. It actually felt quite good, and I felt myself getting aroused at her touch as she massaged my back.

"What is that stuff?" I asked.

"Just a lotion I concocted myself. Doesn't it feel nice?"

What was the purpose of this homemade lotion? "I suppose."

Lena continued on her rubbing, moving to my arms, then my legs. She ordered me to roll over. When I did, and she visibly saw my body's natural reaction, she giggled and groped me.

"Hey! Stop that!" It took effort, but I lifted my arms to shove her hands away.

"Hehehe... sorry, can't help but be happy that I'm not the only one feeling this hot right now. Anyway, what did you think I meant by doing this? You think I would stop with just some of your body covered? Nope, I wanna give you the full-body massage. I'll return to your special place later." She continued with her rub, doing my legs, arms, and chest, and it seemed to me like she was quite enjoying touching me all over.

Evidently, I was also enjoying it just as much as (if not more than) she was.

She kept going until she had my whole body covered by the lotion.

Her cheeks were flushed. She really was getting something from this, all right.

"Are you sure you don't want to... y'know? I'm in the perfect mood for it right now," she said, panting softly.

"No, I'm sure."

She smiled wryly. "Okay... then what do you want to do now?"

That caught me off guard.

It just came out of the blue.

I was sure it was a trick question. She'd be sure to suggest the opposite of what I asked, I knew it. She must be innately evil, even if she was beautiful and hot and kind. So I decided to do the only thing I could do: reverse psychology. If I asked to do what I didn't want to do, then she'd suggest we do what I wanted to do and everything would end up fine.

"I don't want to leave. Ever."

Lena looked quite surprised. "Oh. Okay. If you're sure about that. I mean, I was planning on asking you on dates and stuff, maybe even building up to intimacy with you eventually, but if that's what you want..."

She had outwitted me, the devil! I was sure she had guessed that I would try to use reverse psychology and so decided that she would go along with whatever I chose to better torture me! She was trickier than I'd thought!

Or maybe she really does care, really wants to do whatever you want to, a small voice in my head suggested.

I squelched that voice.

"No! It's not what I want. I don't want to die!"

Now she showed uncertainty. "I thought you didn't want to leave. You're confusing. Let me help you make up your mind." She began taking her clothes off.

"Nooooooo!" I screamed like a little girl. She was still on top of me and I couldn't move away.

As terrified as I was of what she might be about to do, I had to admire her figure. And it was against me. On top of me. Even in the face of danger, my body could find the worst time to get aroused.

She didn't strip down out of her underwear entirely, which confused me.

"You want to know why that lotion is special, why I have to make it myself?" she asked.