Target Practice

             Continued from previous folder.

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       'Oh, you want to get in position to watch me. Is that it? To take some pictures too? Is that it?'

       'No, not quite.'

       'Well, what then? What? What? What?'

       She was nervous and about to become a whole lot more so.

       I started to undress.

       'Oh. Oh, now I see. You're going to fuck me first. All spread like this and helpless and you're going to do it to me first. Aren't you a man? A big powerful he-man? You're a twerp.'

       I picked up the BB gun and poked it to her opening. I was so tempted to fire.

       'No. Put it down. Don't. For God's sake.'

       I pulled it away slowly and settled the barrel just under her nipple and pushed into her. I looked her right in the eyes. She knew she was going to get it.

       The copper pellet buried itself about a quarter inch into her jug. She squirmed and screamed and twisted and, of course, cursed me.

       'You're an inhuman monster and I hate you to Hell. I hate you.'

       'Yeah, for good reason now, I guess.'

       I put the gun down and continued taking my clothes off until just my briefs were on which were all bulged out in the front. She could well see my boner was ready for her, but was she ready for it? In a word, yes.

       'So hurry up then, if that's what you have to do. If you're so intent on raping me.'

       I took my underwear off and my rod was like a pole. I stood proudly in front of her about two feet off, touching her up and down while grabbing onto my cock and gazing into her defiant eyes, studying her revulsion. She was pissed at me and a trickle of blood seeped down her blasted tit. I gently placed my hands on her hips and guided my knob to her slit. I wriggled her a bit and was about an inch in. Right off I could feel her engorged clit and she was juicy wet and open, like open for business, my business, you might say. I moved one of my hands to her ass at the back and gave a slow, sliding push. It wasn't even a thrust it was so measured and deliberate, like sliding a thread into the eye of a needle.

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       I reached around to the back of her ass with my other hand and pulled her really hard up and forward and now I was buried in her right up to my hilt. My pubic hair was tangled in hers. I was pushed about an inch past her cervix which made it twist off to the side to get out of the way of my boner's head. I tensed my hips and just held myself there, like locked into her, barely moving and not pumping at all, not the least little bit. I was in her but not fucking her and she looked confused.

       And that's how we were gong to eat.

       It would be an intimately shared experience.

       I pushed my upper body back to look her in the face. She was conflicted and angry. I ran my hands up to her nipples and looked her deeper in the eyes. I worked her tits for a bit and tasted her blood off her tit. Then I just stopped.

       I pulled the food tray a bit closer, picked up her sandwich and handed it to her.

       'Hurry up and finish, so I can eat it.' She said.

       'Finish what? I'm not doing anything.'

       'Yes, but. Yes you are, so finish.'

       'Start eating it.' I said.

       'What? What? With you.. What?'

       'Just eat it and I'll eat mine too. We'll share a meal together. Sort of gives new meaning to it, doesn't it?'

       She was starting to get the idea. I was going to stay stuck inside her while we dined. She'd never heard of such a thing before.

       'Are you nuts? Totally nuts? You cock's in me and you expect me to eat while it's still in me?'

       'That's the idea. Every last bite and drop to drink.'

       I leaned back further to view her better, how we were joined and fused together and I pulled her cunt more forward with my dick. It was like she was impaled on it. She seemed like she could lose her balance so I held her firm, steadied her by her tits and looked back into her distressed face.

       'Don't these make great handles? I suppose they're love handles. Don't you think? Now eat. Start.'

       She took the first tentative bite and I gave her a tiny cock thrust or more like a harder, deeper push in. I picked up my sandwich and got a good bite. I took my time chewing before I swallowed so she'd know it wasn't going to be over fast. Still,

she was trying to eat hers quickly. I felt so contented feasting like that. Like why hadn't I thought of it before? But now it was firmly planted in my repertoire. Just as firmly as I was in her.

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       'Slow down. Slow it up. One bite at a time and chew it good before you swallow. Like me. Didn't your mother tell you that? Sure she did. I know she did.'

       She slowed down with the gulping, like trying to scarf it down. I moved my face to hers to give her a nice kiss. She tried to turn her head away so I took her face between my two hands and gave her a good long, probing one and then pulled back to see here eyes again. They were even more on fire. God she hated me and her eyes screamed it out. We'd each had several more bites and it was all so surreal. There were two sandwiches each and now she'd finished her first.

       'Have a cookie now. These ones are really good for you. Oatmeal. I want to keep your strength up, be good and healthy for me to fuck and abuse.'

       'You say it, you make it sound as if they're something different and not one in the same.'

       'What, fuck and abuse?'

       'Yes.'

       'Oh, they're different. You want to believe it. If I'm fucking you, I'm not abusing you. You're made, you're constructed to be fucked. But abuse, oh no, your body's not made for my ideas of that.'

       'Go to.. fuck you.'

       She waited for me to hand the cookie to her.

       'Well let me have one.'

       'Reach it yourself.' I said.

       She had to struggle, extending her arm to finally latch on to one and it made her crotch gyrate against my rod. I could barely keep from fucking her and my pole was still poker straight. It was starting to hurt since it's been ten minutes since I'd shoved it into her.

       She ate the cookie and seemed to enjoy it.

       Now it was time for a banana.

       She had to know. She just had to know, that to me it was a dildo.

       I selected the longest one, with the biggest diameter and handed it to her.

       'Here, peel this.'

       She took it and bit into the stem end and dutifully removed its skin. She went to take a bite.

       'Hold it. Stop. Have a good look at it. What does it look like to you?'

       She barely gave it a cursory glance.

       'It's a banana, a fucking fruit.'

       'Yeah, but what does it resemble?'

       We both knew what I was talking about but she wanted to play dumb, like she thought by not saying it, it might somehow prevent it from being utilized.

       'Don't play stupid. All women know what a banana can be used for, and I bet a lot have done it.'

       'You're sick.'

       'So you do know what I'm on about.'

       'Yes, of course, it resembles a dildo.'

       'Bingo. You ever shove one up your cunt.'

       'You're disgusting.'

       'What about up your cunt and then ate it?'

       'You're nothing but disgusting.'

       'So, thanks for the compliment, but I think that's what we should do.'

       'In a pig's eye. I won't let you.'

       'Give me it. I want it.'

       'Get your own.' She shot back.

       I rammed her with my thing, deflecting her cervix even more.

       She cried out but her mind was working overtime. She figured if I was going to use the banana as I said, finally I'd get my cock out of her and end the humiliation she'd endured for about twenty minutes now. She figured the banana was definitely the lesser of two evils.

       She gave me it and I put it in my mouth and licked it all over the end but didn't take a bite. I held it up in front of her face all knowing and self-satisfied.

       'So get out of me, so you can put it in.' She ordered me.

       'Not so fast.'

       I reached around with it to her back, to her backside. I played around with her bare bum crack and traced my middle finger into her sphincter. With my other hand I fed the fruit tip to it.

       'Oh, you bastard. Don't. No. I don't want that.'

       I nuzzled it against her pucker and then eased it in about four inches. I slid it back and forth.

       'God. God. God, stop it. No. No, stop it. You said before you wouldn't hurt me.'

       'That doesn't hurt. It's just uncomfortable, and embarrassing and humiliating, but it doesn't hurt. Does it? Getting fruit fucked.'

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       'But. But..' She stammered.

       'Yeah, your fucking butt.'

       I pulled the banana out and handed it to her.

       She didn't want to take it so I skewered her even deeper with my cock. Her cervix could tear, she thought, so she took hold of the snack.

       'Now eat it.'

       Of all things, she threw it away.

       I was not one for wasting food, especially not garnished food.

       I pulled all the way down, almost out of her, took a deep breath and gave her such a ram that it did tear the side of her vix where it met her upper canal. She screeched out.

       'Want to try that again?'

       'No. Oh God please, you said you wouldn't hurt me. You'd let me go if you did and now I can feel myself bleeding inside. You said.'

       'And you believed me, you stupid cunt? As if I'd ever let you go before I...'

       'Let me go. You said. Let me go.'

       'Look, lets get the banana thing done again. No problem, there's another one.'

       Five minutes later she was eating her own cunt juice on the smaller banana. I'd shoved into her ass first and then I'd smeared it around my shaft and up into her cunt a bit and it got lots of her lubricant.

       'Save the next bite for me.' Which she did.

       The flavor was far from unpleasant.

       Between the two of us, we finished it off except for the last inch which I stuffed back up into her rectum and left it there.

       'Good place to store it for safe keeping. Don't you think?'

       'You are unimaginably horrid and disgusting and I don't want to talk to you any more.'

       'But that's just the thing, I want to chat with you.'

       Now I leaned away from her to talk to her like having a conversation while I was still plugged inside her to the hilt.

       'This is different. Isn't it? Really fucking different. Like we're really making a connection.'

       'You're sick and demented and you're a liar. No one's ever done this before, so you're really sick. No one's even thought to do it so your imagination's really twisted.'

       'Or just plain imaginative. Why not look at it that way, like extra creative?'

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       'You're just plain nuts.'

       'Now, tell me about your modelling. How has it been going for you and are you doing well? Have you done any nude stuff?'

       'What? What? God damned you, stop being so twisted. You think we're going to have a conversation? Like this?'

       'No, like this.' I gyrated my crotch against her and thrust deeper, meaner. Her vix tore away a bit more.

       'OK. OK. OK. What do you want to know?'

       'I told you. Here, start your next sandwich.'

       'I'm not hungry any more.'

       'That doesn't matter. I'm telling you to have it, to eat it for the nourishment.'

       She glared at me defiantly.

       'See the fishing rods?' I implied.

       She took her first bite of the second sandwich and talked with her mouth full. She had some habits I'd have to thrash out of her.

       'I, Yes, I've done well and I'm doing well. I always liked the beauty business and I know I'm not bad looking, so I fit right in.'

       'You think you're not bad looking? You're fucking fantastic looking. Why else do you think you're here? And I want to share a little secret with you, a compliment. I've had other women here as good looking as you, but none better. You're one of the tens, absolutely.'

       She just had to ask. 'What happened to those women?'

       'We're talking about you, not me, but I can tell you, not this, we never shared a meal or had a conversation joined like this. It's not so bad now, is it?'

       'It's disgusting, but that's why you're doing it. To disgust me.'

       'I'm doing it because my prick likes it. It loves the feel of your cunt just wrapped around it, like a tight muff mit.'

       'You're disgusting.'

       'Tell me more about the beauty stuff. You mustn't have started on your own.'

       'Well no. Yes, you're right. I.. I..'

       I brushed her nipple. I pushed her shoulders back and twisted my face down to suckle her.

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       'I.. I...'

       'Keep talking. I can hear you just fine while I milk you.'

       I tongued all around her crinkling areola.

       'What, getting excited?'

       'No, I'm. You bastard. It's involuntary.'

       I pushed two thumbs hard up under and into her tit and went in for a nip, like a nip nip.

       She jerked back hard.

       'Careful. Careful.' I said and bit just a little bit too hard.

       'Ow. Ouch. You said you wouldn't hurt me. And now you're doing it again.'

       'Oh yeah. Yeah. That's right.' So this time I stopped.

       'I don't trust you.'

       'So tell me, continue. You weren't on your own to start then.'

       'That's right, but I was younger and naive and looked pretty much then the same as now, only more youthful, so the men, some of the men expected things.'

       'But the dick always raises its ugly head? The one-eyed monster coming for you?'

       'Yes. No. But.'

       'So you wouldn't put out? But you're putting out now.'

       'No, I'm not. And you know it.'

       'I suppose, but it feels pretty good, like you are.'

       I gripped her ass cheek and gunned my cock even deeper into her while I stretched out one of her nipples.

       'If you don't watch it, my cock's going to come out your mouth or at least tickle your tonsils, or did you have them out as a kid? Like most kids?'

       'They're out.' She replied.

       'OK. Then your mouth it is then.'

       'Go to Hell. You're stupid.'

       'So continue about your career. How'd you get from the dirty old men to do your present stuff?'

       'One wasn't that way, a dirty old man. He was different, smooth and calculating. He got me to stay late one night and he. he....he.....'

       'No. No, say it isn't true. Shit and piss and shit. Don't tell me you've been raped before.'

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       ''He wouldn't stop and I couldn't stop him.'

       'Just like you can't stop me.'

       'Oh please. No, not..'

       'But he did do you? He did you? He stuck his cock in you?'

       'Yes, he raped me, but he wasn't really mean. But I decided at that moment, I was going to be successful, in spite of him and I never spoke to him again.'

       'You didn't go to the cops?'

       'He said no one would believe me because he was so established and I seemed to idolize him so much, so people would say I just did it to further myself.'

       'Well, doesn't that fucking tear it? I'm not the first one to rape you. God damned it. How did it compare then? He a better rapist than me?'

       'He wasn't mean. Stop it. You're being obnoxious and puerile again.'

       'So answer me, was he better?'

       'I can't answer that. Comparisons don't apply.'

       'You know, actually you're right because technically, I haven't raped you yet. But we can soon remedy that.'

       'No. stop. You said.'

       'I said I was going to have intercourse with you and now I'm going to..'

       I gave her four hard ins and outs. I could barely keep from cumming too fast. I pushed in on her nipples to pin them against the ribs bones underneath them. I drove her tits almost up to her shoulders. I gripped onto her ass at the back and thrust sideways another four or five jabs.

       I talked to her. 'So remember then, did he feel like this? Was he strong like this? Tearing at you like this?'

       There was something she was holding back and she suddenly burst into tears.

       'Stop. Stop it. You're terrorizing me, My vagina, staying in me so long. So just stop it.'

       'Your vagina? Your fucking skewered cunt.'

       I gave her another four fuck thrusts.

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       'Is it the same, or better?'

       I was starting to grunt and pant, I was ramming so hard.

       'No. No, it's not the same at all. It's not at all.'

       Now, I was confused.

       'He didn't... He didn't... my vagina.'

       'He buggered you. The bastard did your asshole? The bastard? The fucking prince, the fucking prince got your sphincter? That's why you hated the banana? Well shit, why didn't you say?'

       'It's not something you share.'

       'So I'm the first to rape your cunt.'

       She nodded.

       'Good, great. I feel better about that.'

       'Well you shouldn't.' She whispered meekly.

       'Torture. What about torture? Did he torture you?'

       'Of course not.' She said indignantly. 'Why would he?'

       'Why does anybody do anything? For the fun of it. The pleasure of it.'

       'Torture? No. No.'

       'You know, a few think torture is the ultimate fun, the supreme recreation.'

       I looked her right in the eyes and she was tearing up again. I gave her a soft kiss and got another cookie and handed it to her.

       'Here. Have another. And settle down, I'm not going to torture you.' She needed to believe my lie.

       She took it and ate it while I stopped thrusting.

       The thing was, I'd been in her almost half an hour now and my erection was holding up pretty good although it wanted to go soft a couple of times and the vicious thrusts helped it re-harden. I'd made a deal with myself I wouldn't fuck her, like to cum. This wasn't about that. But then of all things, she started to fuck me. She started to thrust her pelvis on my shaft, like she thought that's what I wanted and she could speed up getting it over with.

       I gave her the most indignant retort.

       'What do you think you're doing?'

       'I'm sore. I'm staring to get really sore, so I thought..'

       'You'd jerk me off? Is that what you thought? Speed up the process?'

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       She looked really dismayed like she knew she'd errored.

       'But I thought..'

       'And you were wrong. If I wanted to fuck you, I'd be fucking you. Fucking you right now and I don't mean a few jabs now and then. How many times have I fucked you already?'

       'None. You haven't yet. Just threatened to.'

       'That's right, so when I'm ready, that's when it'll happen, if you still have a cunt.'

       'Uh? What?'

       'You heard me, if you still have a hole.'

       'That's horrible. Impossible.'

       'God dammed you, you presumptuous slut.'

       'I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean...'

       'You didn't mean? Things were going so well. We were having a nice meal and chat and then you tried that. You tried to fuck me. You slut. You stupid cunt hoar.'

       I was trying to act like I was angry and wasn't sure if it rang true, like sounded real enough to be convincing.

       'I'm sorry. I said it. I'm sorry I tried it. Just don't use the fishing rod to whip me. Is that what you want now? To whip me to punish me?'

       'If I do, and I have to think about it, it'll be on your cunt. I'll spread your legs wide and lash your labia and the inner ones too.'        

       'Oh God, no. No. You wouldn't. Don't say that.'

       'Well, what about across your tits then? See if I can catch your nipples? Do it until I do.'

       'No. No. Oh, no....' She wailed.

       'If I decide to, You'll chose. Your cunt or your tits. - or both.'

       Then just like that, I returned to our previous conversation, like it was a normal one.

       'So tell me, about your first successful assignment?'

       'Uh? What? Are you kidding?'

       'No. Your first positive job. What was it all about? And here, have some milk.'

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       It was as if I hadn't exploded at her or planted the horrible images in her mind which I did. I stroked her hair at the side of her face and gave her another kiss with a bit of tongue and she actually gave me some back, seemingly not knowing what to do, what she should or shouldn't do next. I so loved having her sexually confused like an inexperienced young girl would be.

       I let her drink and she downed half the glass.

       I took the glass and touched her nose gently, almost playfully, with it.

       'So tell me more. I asked you if you ever did any nude stuff.'

       'You know I wouldn't have. You just know that about me already.'

       'What, you're too prissy to have?'

       'No, that's not it at all. I'm not that. I have morals and standards.'

       'I bet you do and they're sure being broken now, aren't they? Like in spades.'

       'You're evil.'

       'Wholesome. OK, then, that's what I'll call you. Too wholesome to display your cunt to the world. What with the internet, the whole world could see what I've had the pleasure of seeing. Maybe I should post some of your pictures. Even take some special ones, like bondage or suspensions. Or tit torture, that's always one of my favorites, where they tie up and compress tits until they become purple and look like they're going to burst. And you know what, I've got a secret. They will burst and they do burst. Maybe not little ones like yours, but maybe too they could be made to. What do you think?'

       'God. God, No. No, don't post my pictures. How can you be so sick?'

       'Practice, baby. Practice makes perfect.' And I gave her a nice little tit squeeze and kiss.

       'Uhm, you think this'd burst?'

       'Please. you've scared me. I have to pee, pee now.'

       'So hold it. We won't be too much longer.'

       'No. I can't. I know I can't.'

       So now, such was my dilemma. If I pulled out of her, my pecker would surely go flaccid, and if I didn't, she was going to piss all over the place. And I so loved what I'd been doing and wanted it more than more.

       'Damn it.' I said to her.' You cunts are all alike. When it comes to the bathroom. Once you've gotta go, that's it.'

       'Yes, please. Exactly. Please. Women have small bladders.'

       'Well, I'll make you a deal. You hold it another fifteen minutes and we finish our eats and conversation and it's all done. If you want to piss now, I'll have to leave it for awhile, until I can get hard again and we'll have to do it all over. Start it from the beginning again. It's up to you.'

       She was on the horns of my arbitrary dilemma.

       'This isn't right and you know it. You're being a bastard and worse than usual.'

       'Them's your choices and if you piss all over me you get the rod whipping, like I said, and you chose what part of your sex I attack.'

       'Then you'll have to start again because I can't hold it.'

       'You're sure.'

       'Yes. Yes, please hurry and get me to the toilet. You'll have to start again.'

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       I gave her a hard up thrust to see if I could dislodge any piss, which I didn't and then I drew out of her ever so slowly. I got right down on my knees and licked my tongue across her slippery slit. I kissed her and pushed my nose into her and my tongue was onto her hard clit. I pushed my teeth onto her like I was going to bite right through it.

       'Oh. Oh please stop. Stop. I really have to go. I can't hold it any longer and you're not being fair.'

       I reached for my milk glass on the table and took the last two gulps and held the glass to her slit.

       'Uh? What?' She said.

       'Anytime. Go anytime, into the glass.'

       She didn't want to.

       (Did she know she'd have to drink it?')

       'It's the glass or the floor and I told you what happens if you make a mess.'

       She pissed half a glass full with her cunt pushed way out and me holding the glass forced tight around her urethra opening. It was not dignified but was spectacular to smell and watch. She was finished and relieved.

       'That's better then?

       'Yes. Yes, thank you.'

       'Don't thank me yet.'

       'What? Why?'

       'You didn't finish your milk.'

       She reached for it instinctively like she knew she'd have to eventually.

       'You need to finish your milk. Hold it a sec.'

       I poured her piss into her milk glass and set it there for her.'

       'You can't think. You can't believe.' She stammered.

       'Whenever. I'm in no hurry. It's there for you anytime you're ready. I'll just wait.'

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       My prick had gone soft so I wouldn't be able to start it all over again for awhile. I pulled up a chair and just gazed at her for about half an hour with her crotch thrust right out to my face.

       I reached out every so often and took full hand squeezes of her area. It was like grabbing a small hard balloon divided down the middle.

       Then I said, 'Not thirsty yet?'

       'Go to Hell. I told you I'm not.'

       I got up and picked out three fishing rod whips. By the time I got back she'd drunk the glass half empty.

       'Stop. Stop it.' I barked.

       'No. Why? No. I'm forcing myself to...So you won't..'

       'Yeah, that's all and good. But I have to piss too.'

       Now she looked horrified.

       I took her glass and filled it almost to the top with my urine.

       I handed it back to her.

       Her face was distorted in disgust from the foul taste she'd already experienced, and now this. And it was even more, it was the repulsive idea of drinking her own urine and now mine, plus could I make her eat her own shit? And mine? I was sure there was a way. I'd just have to find it. And I was sure she'd provide me a reason to justify it.

       She couldn't take the prospects and threw caution, and her safety, to the wind.

       She hurled the full glass at me and it broke.

       Well, we were certainly done with that, for the time being.

       She glared at me and trembled in her skin.

       'That was a mistake. It was a mistake, wasn't it?'

       She had no idea how to reply.

       'Look, that was an anger reaction, wasn't it? So you lost it and had to strike out.'

       'Please. Yes. Please. I can see you understand. So please I'm sorry.'

       'So you made a mistake.'

       'Yes, I shouldn't have and I'm sorry.'

       'That's very well then, but you will have to pay for your error in judgement. For your outburst and it's either the whips or the BB gun. Or the broken glass. That's how you'll pay.'

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       'Oh my God. No. No. You said you understood. You said. Don't hurt me. Don't..'

       'I'll get to it later. You can be sure of that, but for now you'll need to find something new for us to talk about. It'll probably be a few hours before I can get an erection hard enough to start all over again. I need one that'll last, so I'll come back when I'm ready.'

       'No. No. Please let me down now. Let me down. It hurts now. You hurt me inside, tore at my cervix, I can feel it, like torn and bleeding, so please.'

       'No. No. Why and go to the bother of getting you all set up in just the right position again. Your cunt pushed out like it is. Why bother, it won't be that long.'

       And with that, to her cries of protest, I was out the door and I couldn't have been happier. God did my cock feel great, like supreme. I wondered what she'd share for our next gab fest. I wanted to ask her about her first period and how she lost her vaginal virginity and did she know what nipple orgasms were. And I was thinking for the next time, about that part of the Viagra add that says, 'If an erection lasts for more than four hours, consult your doctor.' I figured I had to get me some of that so I decided I wouldn't go back at it until I could try for an 'in cunt record'. There were lots of other things I could do, but for that, I'd hold off.

       So I still had the matter of whipping or shooting at her sex parts. And I pretty well knew it wouldn't be her cunt she'd choose. And I also knew, regardless of what she said, I wanted to lace her with the whips. I wanted to strafe her nipples. And stuff the broken glass all the way into her twat. No matter how she pleaded, I wanted the fishing rods to chew up her tit flesh and the glass shards to lacerate her cervix, maybe even get into her womb and cut open her belly from the inside.

       So, I'd decided to put off the replay until another day. But then the more I thought about it, I knew I had to have a more serious conversation with her. She had no business throwing the glass and breaking it and I hadn't really addressed her outburst and defiance.  I needed to. If there was any hope of her living longer than a few days, I knew I had to address her growing contrary attitudes. I really looked forward to the exchange and thought about what I'd say through out much of the night before I dropped off to blissful sleep after I'd jerked off in her underpants and bra.

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       I awoke the next morning all refreshed and eager. I bounced in to see her and had forgotten I'd left her tied standing naked in the awkward position all night. I was still wearing her bra and panties from the night before. She was collapsed over forward but not able to get all the way down onto the floor. The waist line was supporting her and she was twisted to the side with her knees buckled and her cunt was spread even more. It was truly the most unnatural, uncomfortable position one could imagine and she'd spent most of the night that way, from when she couldn't stay awake any longer and more passed out than went to sleep.

       She appeared still unconscious as I approached her. I took hold of her hair and yanked her head up roughly. God her face was gorgeous. I was pretty sure she winced but couldn't tell for sure. I grabbed hold of her cunt with an iron grip and pulled her upright. Now I knew she was awake.

       'God. You bastard. Stop it. How could you leave me this way all night?'

       'Sorry sweetie, I forgot. I got to thinking about something else and you slipped my mind. What do you think of these?'

       I did a pirouette to show off how her underwear fit me and she could see my cum stains across the smooth silk portion at the top of her panties. My pecker hung out one leg hole.

       'You look just ridiculous. You bastard. You stinking bastard. I have to go to the bathroom. I have to go bad.'

       I suspected she wasn't kidding since she'd only got to piss the once into the glass, and of course, had to re-ingest it. So I knew she had a shit load of shit to get out of her rectum. I didn't really want the mess of cleaning that up from all over the floor, so I accommodated her and lo and behold, there was the little piece of banana floating in the bowl along with the rest of her crap.

       In about ten minutes we were back to her cell and I let her lie on the bed, secured only by her neck line tied to the bed head stead.

       'Look, I'm sorry I forgot about you. You've got some attitude adjustments you have to make. We'd better find some common ground here. We'd better find a compromise or you're going to end up dead. Fucking stone cold dead. You get it?'

       I knew by now, that compromise wasn't her thing at all, but she certainly knew I wasn't just all talk either. Now she knew for sure I was more than willing to abuse her and she was starting to see that all my before-hand talk was just a way to draw it out. Just a way for me too savor it more and to build up her fear and dread before I got on to the actual doing. Mental torture before the real deal.

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       Mental cruelty and psychological torture, before I got to her meat, and our meetings of genitals.

       'I can't compromise with you. Whatever I do, whatever I agree to, you'll always want more. I know it and you know it too, so how can I meet you half way?'

       'First of all, you're way off on the fraction. You're fucking dreaming in technicolor if you think it's fifty-fifty. It's not. Not by a long shot. It's ninety-five - five and you might get it to ninety - ten if you co-operate. That's the best compromise I'll give you. Ninety percent what I want, my way, and ten percent yours, which seems totally fair to me since I could have it one hundred, one hundred and ten percent my way.'

       The beauty of that kind of split was that instead of puncturing her clit with ten spiral finishing nails, I'd do it with nine and I'd barely notice the difference and she'd barely notice the difference since she'd be so numbed from the previous pain. Still and all, I suppose, there was the proverbial straw to break the camel's back. One too many nails into her clit could theoretically lead to her coffin.

       'Yes, you're right, but it's not fair as you say. You have no right to do any of this to me, so none of it's fair, not even a fraction of one percent and as I just said, you won't compromise anyway. Not for real. Not in any meaningful way.'

       'If that's the case, why would I bother to bring it up, to talk about it?'

       'You know why. We both know why. To torment me. To make me think I have hope when there isn't any. You do it to draw out your control.'

       'You figure that all out on your own? You're not a dumb cunt at all, then are you?'

       'You know I'm not. I don't think you ever thought I was. I think you picked me, picked me out to be your victim because you thought I was smart and capable and that I'd be a challenge. Before I succeeded at modelling, I went to law school. I didn't like it, didn't like what I'd have to do as a lawyer, what I might become. I didn't like what people thought of lawyers in general, so you knew and you know, I'm not dumb and I know what you're all about.'

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       She assumed I was going to ask her to elaborate, but I didn't. I'd save that for a later conversation when she hated me even more. She had me dead to rights on the other scores though.

       'So if you're so smart, why are you here being controlled by a sadistic, torturing madman?'

       'Oh God, I know. But I don't think you are. Not right to the core. I mean when you kiss me softly you do it really nicely, like you really know how to love a woman. So you're not that way to your soul. And besides, anybody can trick an unsuspecting person. You don't have to be smart and I don't have to be dumb for that to happen. It only takes intent and willingness on your part. Willingness to terrorize. Willingness to break the law and to terrorize.'

       'And you think I've proven my willingness?'

       'Yes, I understand that you are.'

       'What else? What else do you think is in my willingness repertoire?'

       She just laid there squirming inside, not wanting to suggest anything.

       'What's the matter? Afraid you'll give me some ideas? Some fresh approaches? Something I haven't thought of? Are you?'

       'No. No. I don't know what to say. How can I know?'

       'What you're thinking. Give me another thing you think I'm willing to do to you.'

       She pretty well knew what she said, I'd do to her, so she didn't want to make it too serious but if she made it too light, like not serious, she expected I'd just keep asking until we got to the mean stuff. I must say, she did surprise me pleasantly.

       'I think you'll want to, you'd be willing to have anal intercourse with me, like when I was raped. I think you'd like to fuck me in the ass. You'd be willing to.'

       'Well good golly, Miss Molly,  right up your fucking ass. Right into your sphincter. Hot damn. Hot time in the asshole tonight.'

       'Stop being so crude.'

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       'You mean it? Right up your fucking ass hole?'

       Of course, I'd intended to do it all along but didn't expect the subject to arise so soon. I mean, the banana thing was just plain mean and I didn't consider it any form of raping her. She was full of surprises and I still wondered what her next worse choice would have been.

       'What was your next choice, worse than that? Unless you like it up the ass, acquired a taste for it after the old guy buggered you. Some women do, they prefer it. Is that you?'

       'Shut up. It isn't, so shut up.'

       'So why did you chose being buggered again? Because you knew it wouldn't hurt that much? Is that it?'

       'No, not at all. Of course it hurt. I was only fifteen.'

       'Fifteen!! Fuck you were just a baby. Why didn't he bust your cherry too?'

       'He said he, he said he was going to do it regular too, but someone was ringing at the door.'

       'Coitus interruptus. Saved by the door bell. You fucking little slut, you got lucky. But then I got lucky too and we hadn't even met.'

       'You're unbelievable. To make fun of that.'

       'So that's why you chose your asshole again, because you know your cunt doesn't count for me, and you figured it'd be like before and not hurt so much.'

       'I told you it hurt but I think I can stand it, if you're not too rough.'

       'And it won't leave any permanent scars, like any lasting damage.'

       'Please just answer my suggestion. Is that what you wanted to hear?'

       'OK. So let me see, let me think. Am I willing to fuck you up the ass? Geeze, I suppose. In a word, yup.'

       She looked fully resigned.

       'Should we do it now?' I asked.

       She clenched her face, her jaw hardened and her chin started to quiver and she moved her head side to side to say, no.

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       'Very well, we'll get to that later then. You just ask me when you're ready.'

       Wasn't that just prime delicious? She had to look forward to asking me to rape her in the butt, just fucking delicious and perverse.

       'Now tell me, what was your next worse item?'

       'I can't, I don't know, so I can't say. But I have to ask you something about your willingness.'

       'Go ahead, shoot. I'm all ears.'

       'I know I said about it before, but are you going to kill me? Are you actually willing to do that? Please tell me.'

       'Why? Why do you have to know that?'

       'I do. I must and please tell me. Have you killed before, actually killed a woman before?'

       I looked at her suspicious, like she was setting a trap for me.

       'What, you think I've got a bunch of bodies buried around here?'

       (I suppose more than a dozen would qualify as a bunch.)

       'No, I'm not saying that. No. - Do you?'

       'Well now, I'm insulted. You think I'm an indiscriminate murderer?'

       (Indiscriminate? Fuck, no one could be more discriminate, more selective than I was. Perfect body, perfect tits, perfect face, perfect attitude, perfect, perfect, perfect. I only wanted to bust perfection, and had been exceptional in my selections. If they weren't outstanding, like model's or beauty queen's good looks, they didn't stand a chance of being murdered by me. It was like a compliment if they were good enough looking for me to kill them.)

       'No, that's just the problem, my problem. I believe you're discriminating against me because of how I look and how you perceive me to be. If I was fat and ugly, I don't think I'd be here. Am I right?'

       'But you're not, are you? Fat and ugly? In fact, like I told you before, you're a ten. It might be said you're a choice prime cunt with grade A perfect tits. Do you see yourself that way?'

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       For a moment I got all philosophical and reflected on the imbalance of our circumstances.

       I mean, I could stare at her nipples knowing she wouldn't  have them and she'd think I was appreciating how she looked. And I knew how she'd look with them off and she thought, at worst, I might nibble and suckle on her.

       When the Creator made it that a woman couldn't read a pervert's mind, He really did her a disservice and yet I could practically read her mind which seemed somewhat unfair, like inequitable. I guess God was a man before the masses killed Him off and I know that was probably the fault of the feminists. God being perceived as male by mainstream pop theology and all.

       I found it just astounding how a woman, in her circumstances, could delude herself into believing she wasn't going to get the cock, and of, course, they had no real concept of sexual torture or mutilation. That realm dwelt in my mind and hers was closed off to it. How utterly excellent that I could know her inner workings but she'd never clue into mine. Anyhow, it all seemed just perfect to me and I wanted to play a tit game with her, like play a joke on them. And she wouldn't appreciate my twisting sense of humor at all.

       'God your tits, you've got the nicest tits I've ever seen.

       She gave me a withering look, like I had a lot of nerve complementing her that way.

       'You'd think you could thank me for such a positive appraisal.'

       'Go to Hell. I don't care what you think of them, or of me.'

       'Oh, but you should. You see, I've got a real thing for tits.'

       'So what? Lots of men do.'

       'Lots of men sucked on yours?'

       'Go to Hell, you creep.'

       'Yeah, but I'm not lots of men, the thing I have for tits is,

       (I was about to let her have it right between the mounds, right in the valley.) I like to keep them.'

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       'What? What's that?'

       'I like to collect them, as in cut them off.'

       'You're crazy. You're out of your fucking mind. My tits?'

       'Oh no, you don't have to worry. Yours are too fucking nice to slice off, so I don't know where that leaves us.'

       'What? Why?'

       'Well that's usually what it takes for me to let a woman go, like go alive. She agrees to give them up. She becomes a jug amputee and away she goes off into her new titless life, but I can't do that with you so I don't know how I'm ever going to let you go.'

       I lied so convincingly. I'd never, ever let one go alive.

       Now she wasn't quite so relieved her tits would stay put. Oh, they'd still bounce and flop good but they weren't going anywhere.

       'Still, you could always beg me to cut them off and I might re-consider. But I'd have to believe you really meant it. No half way pleas or measures.'

       'You're sick. I'll never, not not ever.'

       'Do you think you're the first one whose said that or thought that? You cunts are all so predictable.'

       'Well I'm not, and I never will be.'

       'Predictable?' I asked.

       'Yes. I'm not predictable.'

       'We'll see.'

       'Uh? What's that supposed to mean?'

       'We'll see, just as I said. I think you are. Tell you what, I'm going to write something down on a piece of paper, I predict you will do, and we'll see.'

       'There's no need to waste your time because I won't. I'm not.'

       'Oh, no bother. It'll just take a minute. And while you're at it, I want you to get dressed again. Here, I'll give you these back.'

       I stripped out of her bra and cum stained panties and handed them to her. As much as she didn't like the thought of my jizz in her pantie's crotch, and at the top of the waistband, she had all her clothes back on in no time (except for her outer jacket) and felt somewhat safer for it.

       (I just love watching a woman dress and undress and often made them do it just for the visual entertainment value it presented.)

       'So you're an individualist, are you? Not like the rest of them? Not like other cunts?' I said

       'Yes, I suppose  I've always tried to remain an individual, to be strong and do it my way.'

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       'Just like in the song? Paul Anka's song?'

       'Yes, I suppose.'

       'You know what? That's my song too. I'm going to do you my way.'

       I finished scribbling.

       I went to a cupboard and retrieved my clear plastic container of three inch hat pins with the pearl heads. I took out one and handed it to her. She took it and threw it away. I gave her another.

       'You hold on to it, you hear and I want you to stick it in your nipple.'

       She gave me a knowing look.

       'Oh, so that's your big thing, you give me something to do to myself, you know'll hurt, and you know I'll resist. I'll object. How unoriginal and simple. That's the best you could come up with? And you're right, I won't do it, so I guess you win.'

       'First of all, no's not an option, so you will. And second...'

       'No. No I won't and I told you, you win. Yes, OK, I'm predictable just like the rest.'

       'Well you certainly don't listen well, as I just said, you can't refuse.'

       'But I am, and I'm strong so you're wrong.'

       'No, you're wrong and here's the scoop why. Lots of women have their nipples pierced, so it's no big deal. It can't hurt that much, so all you'll do is join them, however, if you insist you don't want to, I'm going to take one of these needles, one of these hat pins and put it in you myself.'

       'You'll pierce it if I don't, then? What does that prove?'

       'Not quite. I'll stick it in your eye, right through your cornea to the back of your eye ball and that eye'll be fucked.'

       Now she was worried.

       'No, you wouldn't.'

       'Oh yes I would, and if that doesn't work, the next one goes into your ear drum and if I nick your brain it might kill you, like you'd bleed into your skull.'

       'No. No, stop it. You're insane.'

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       'You have no fucking idea. And then I'll come back to your other eye ball and you'll be totally blind. Do you want that? No, of course you don't because then I can chase you around firing my BB gun or a twenty-two at you and you'll never see it, ha, coming. Or I can jump on your back and ride you like a horse while I grab your tits and then stick it up your ass, even the twenty-two before I blow the shit out of you. Or into your cunt to put a hole into your bladder. Sound like fun to you?'

       'Oh my God. You're madder than any mad man. Madder than a hatter. Oh, oh my God.'

       'So what'll it be then?'

       I gave her another hat pin and she didn't throw it away.

       She went to push into her self right through her blouse and bra.

       'No. No, get your tit out, I want to see it go in.'

       She was disgusted but complied and fished her jug out.

       Her nipple had a slight indentation in the very center. She placed the point into it and pushed hard until the three inch pin was inside her by two inches. She let out a little sharp yelp but didn't even come close to crying, and when done looked at me and said, 'OK, you win. You made me do it, so you win.'

       'Not quite, you still have an inch to go.'

       She looked more disgusted and then quickly shoved it all the way in and her nipple looked like it had on a pearl stud earring.

       I gave her the piece of paper.

       'Read what I wrote.'

       She unfolded it and haltingly recited my words, - I predict that when she pierces her own nipple with a hat pin, she'll push it in down through the center and not go through from side to side.

       Now she knew she'd been scooped.

       'But, but that would have hurt more. It would have, I know... I don't know what to say.'

       'It doesn't really matter now, now that you've failed the test.'

       'So you think you're smart, smarter than me then?' She said.

       'Let's put it this way, it's as if I could read your mind, like I knew how it'd work, so yeah, I know what you'll do but you don't know what I'll do. So you see how fucking fucked you are? That's your biggest problem, you have no idea what I'm capable of or what I might find pleasurable inflicting on you, like misusing your precious body. So yeah, you really are so, so fucking fucked.'

       Now she went quiet and sort of sulked as she pondered how easily I'd outsmarted her and, of course, the deeper implications of my words. Now her heart was scared as well as her brain. And it all looked so good on her, like a sexy wet tea shirt, with her nipples way out and sexy white short shorts with her labia way out.

       Geeze, was I fortunate.

       God was a man.

       He was my buddy.

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       'So like I was saying before our little experiment, like I told you before, you're a ten. It might be said you're a choice prime cunt with grade A perfect tits and now one with a new and improved nipple. Do you see yourself that way?'

       'I know I'm good looking. I know I have a reasonable figure, maybe even good too. I work at keeping my weight ideal.'

       'What, I figure about One twenty?'

       'One fifteen.' She replied. 'And you would condemn me for that?'

       'Like condemn you to death?' I mocked her.

       'Stop it. No. Answer me. Like I was asking you before, have you killed before?'

       I really wanted to set her up and to set the stage so I had to chose my response carefully.

       'Look, let me say this. I can't say it hasn't happened, but...'

       She cut me right off, 'Oh God. Oh God. No. You've killed? Killed another human being before? You're a murderer?'

       'First off, let me correct you, not another human being, a fucking cunt, fucking cunts. I only kill cunts. But let me finish. Let me explain and this applies to you too.'

       'God. God. No. Plural. More than once? How many? I didn't really believe.. I was only.. God. God help me.'

       'Stop wailing and listen. I've only done it when I was asked to. And that's a deal I'll make with you too.'

       'What?'

       'You stay alive until you want to be dead, you beg me to be dead.'

       'But I'll never. I'll never ask or say it.'

       'Fine then, you have nothing to worry about that then, do you?'

       'You won't just kill me?'

       'You have my word.'

       She seemed satisfied and less anxious and maybe, for the first time in awhile, slightly hopeful. She figured she could endure anything and if I wasn't going to murder her, I'd eventually have to let her go or I'd make a mistake and she could escape. (Ha and double ha ha. Stupid deluded already dead cunt with a self-inflicted hurt nipple.)

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       All this intellectual talk and bartering was wearing me out and I felt like catching a nap. And I figured it wouldn't hurt if she rested some too. So, I again figured, we might as well nap together on the bed.

       'I'm tired of this. You still haven't told me your next choice. It's all making me tired and fed up. I need a nap and it wouldn't hurt you to rest either, after what you've just heard.'

       'I have to go to the bathroom again.' She said.

       'You've just gone. Not long ago. You can wait.'

       'No I can't. I'm nervous. You've frightened me and I can't hold it again.'

       'OK. OK, no problem. Give me a few minutes.'

       'I really have to go now.'

       'Again, just all of a sudden?'

       'I didn't finish last time. I couldn't. I was scared you'd come in on me. So please, just let me go now.'

       'In a few minutes.'

       'But. But..'

       'Fucking listen. You wait or I'll have you piss in a glass again and you can drink it again. You want that? Again?'

       She shut up but seemed to pinch, like squeeze her crotch legs together. It was fun watching a beautiful woman trying to hold it. Not many are very good at it.

       I took my sweet time and then started to ready her again. I had something else in mind so went to extra measures than before. I didn't trust her now, even more. I sensed since she'd heard about the murdering I'd done, she was going to make a desperate attempt to get away and didn't intend to wait, so I tied each of her ankles off and left about two feet of slack for her to walk.

       'What? What are you doing? You didn't do this before.'

       'I think you're up to something. Having to go again so soon. I don't trust you. I think you're going to make a break for it. Try to slug me unless I tie your hands behind your back.'

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       'No I wouldn't. I told you why. I won't, I promise. But please hurry. I really have to go now worse.'

       'OK, then. OK. Not behind your back then.'

       She seemed satisfied that she still might be able to try something.

       I left about three feet of line between tying her wrists off in front of her and just looked at her. I'm sure she figured this still afforded her some opportunity to fight back, so I went an extra step.

       I looped a tighter nylon cord around her neck. It was attached to the end of a four foot, one inch diameter copper pipe tied through a hole I'd drilled at the end. It was then fed through the pipe to come out the other end where I'd attached a strong handle. With the loop around her neck, I could pull on the handle, at any time, to choke her and it kept her four feet away from me. I'd made knots every two inches at the handle end of the line and it fit into a slot I'd cut at the same end of the pipe, effectively locking the device to her neck even if I wasn't holding on to it. I was well pleased with my ingenuity and had used the device to good measure many times before. I showed her how it worked, especially how her throat felt when I pulled on the handle hard and then I let off with the strangling her. We started down the stairs to the bathroom. She wasn't about to give up her idea to struggle easily. I had certainly read her right.

       When we got half way down, she made her try. She dropped down and jerked forward and then sort of slid down a bit, on her front first, and then twisted around onto her back, but head first, and was kicking at me wildly, behind her. She'd actually wrenched the handle from my grip so was effectively somewhat loose. As I went for her to regain control, she kicked all the more wildly and was screaming at the top of her lungs, believing there might be others in the house, like I'd said earlier. As it was, even outside, no one could hear. Not within two miles could anyone hear but she didn't know that and screamed all the more frantically in her mis-belief.

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       'Help. Help. Help me. Call the police. Help. Help. A maniac's holding me prisoner. A rapist. A maniac. Help. Please help me.'

       Then she screeched at me as I tried to re-catch her. 'Get away from me, you bastard. You bastard. I swear I'll kill you. Stay the fuck away from me.'

       Being on the stairs at such an awkward angle, it was really hard to get the better of her. She'd managed to kick me twice in the shin and it hurt. She was fighting for her life and I was fighting back for my cock's pleasure so our motivations were somewhat mismatched. I was certainly more in control than she was but she was becoming a force to be reckoned with. The adrenalin was making her super strong, like Wonder Woman.

       Now I could see what she was trying to do. She was trying to kick me off balance so I'd fall and hopefully then she could get her hands around my neck to choke me, especially if she had me from behind. Of course, she wanted to hoof my balls too, to get me doubled over. That went without saying. She wanted to incapacitate me or at least slow me down by a good nut shot. Yes siree, she had her ideas about my crotch and what it deserved.

       While I was still enjoying myself, I was quite cognizant how quickly the tables could turn. I always loved that Farrah Fawcett movie, 'Extremities' (1986), where she gets the better of James Russo, by getting him all trussed up in her fireplace. He plays the guy who tried to rape her, but failed, and then comes back to finish the effort.

       (In fact, I've written six chapters of a story where the tables are turned on him but he gets to turn them back and to exact his revenge on Fawcett and her roommates. I believe it to be a pretty good yarn in the making, since the other women are Jacklyn Smith and Cheryl Ladd and eventually Shelly Hack. (Now there's a tight little cunt with tiny tits, if ever there was one.))

       Visit the following for pix of all four of my fantasy victims, and boy do they ever get raped and buggered and a whole lot more. I mean there's four cunts and eight tits, so go figure.

       http://www.sonypictures.com/tv/shows/sgn/ca/gallery26.html

       http://www.sonypictures.com/tv/shows/sgn/ca/gallery36.html

       http://www.sonypictures.com/tv/shows/sgn/ca/gallery37.html

       Back to my story.

       So, for the moment, my sweetheart was more motivated than me and I knew that was a pregnant, dangerous situation. I decided to put an end to it. But to further complicate it all, she had somehow managed to dislodge the handle end of her neck loop and was trying to get the device all the way off.

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       'You fucking take that off and you're dead. I swear it. You're fucking dead. I won't wait for you to ask.' I yelled it at her.

       She didn't listen at all and by now had freed herself and started to use it to swing at me, like a skinny bat. I stepped backward up a couple of stairs to get away and of course, this afforded her more freedom to try to gain control, to seize the upper hand. I had to make a decision since it was all unfolding so fast and seemed like it might spiral out of (my) control. I decided to take my chances and take my lumps if need be. She had just tumbled to the landing at the bottom of the stairs where they made a right turn into a hallway, so she was somewhat contained by the two walls forming the corner.

       I did a bat man.

       I fucking launched myself into the air, down the stairs and crash landed right on top of her. She was squealing and screaming and trying to claw at my face. I managed to get her head in my two hands and bashed the back of her skull to the landing floor. It didn't even faze her, I suppose in part because the stairs were carpeted. She kept trying to claw at my eyes, trying to force her thumbs into them and she was pretty well squishing my jelly. I jerked my head way back to avoid her reach and she punched me in the gut and then aimed another shot to my groin. Fuck she was fast and strong. I was winded and coughed. She sensed she was winning and figured, at that moment, she was stronger than me, which I'd have to agree. At that moment, her motivation outranked mine. She was fit and had worked out, even into the kick boxing, more than her slight build would suggest. And the thing was, she loved it most when her practice opponent was a man and she creamed him. I suppose it went back to her being buggered by one when she was so young and trusting.

       I needed a break, a bit of good luck and then I found it. I'd pulled back again. Her feet were still tied and as she kicked up towards me, I managed to snag the line. I yanked with all my might and basically up ended her. Her feet were high in the air and her shoulders to the landing floor. Using both hands, I started to drag her back up the stairs on her back. She clawed at the banister spindles but didn't manage to hold on. It sure stretched her long though and I knew that was something I'd have to do to her, but tied to the bed or the floor, maybe pull her arms right out of their sockets.

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       When I got her to the top stair, I pulled with all my might upward and literally threw her back down the stairs. She rolled and tumbled and, of course, screamed. And I followed her back down and dove on top of her again. When she reached the bottom, I punched her head hard to the temple and she yelped short and was knocked unconscious. Fuck and holy fuck it had been close.

       She was crumpled and folded in a heap and her ass was up so I kneed her good twice to the glute and then punched her three more hard shots to her upper leg muscle. I really smashed her, smashed my fist like a hammer. See how she liked to walk with those bruises.

       I dragged her down, by one leg into the hallway and kicked her hard several more times, mostly to her slender legs at the calf, but one in the ribs just above her gut. I heard the sweet sound of the crack. I wanted to sex kick her but just barely resisted. She was still unconscious so I had no difficulty tying her up much more securely, mainly both of her hands behind her back and I tied her ankles closer together and her legs off just above the knees. I'd retrieved the nylon cord and scissors without incident as she was still out cold. Now I could relax and assess how much real damage she'd done to me, if any, and how much I'd done to her, which I was sure she was injured. I'd smacked her pretty good and really enjoyed doing it. And I suppose a cracked rib counted for something. There's nothing quite like beating on a defenceless, sprawled beautiful woman.

       I got to the hall mirror, and just as I suspected, she'd scratched my face pretty good, mainly down the left side cheek which could pose a bit of a problem when I had to go out in public. My arms and shoulders would be bruised as would my side at the ribs.

       Basically it looked as if I'd been in a fight and really got the worst of it, which was ironic since I was still standing and she was lying on the floor all trussed up and just starting to come to, so things are not always as they appear, which I suppose is a basic life tenant, like a cliche.

       She moaned like something was broken or cracked which I knew it was, like her bid for freedom also. I took hold of her hair and dragged her to the bathroom. As unbelievable as it might seem, there was no sign she'd shit or even pissed herself, so I supposed I was right that she really didn't have to go and only wanted a chance to try to beat me.  I hiked her up under her armpits and dumped her into the bathtub which was a perfect place to contain her until I got my supremacy re-established. She had to know I was back in control, even if I had to beat it into her while she was conscious and knew the blows were coming and where I'd aim them. Like I could tell her before I did it, I was going to pussy punch her.

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       I'd already had her remove her skirt and blouse again, so she'd been in her bra and panties through out her escapade and they'd survived the violence pretty good.  She looked so perfect all crumpled and jammed into the tub in just her underwear.

       She finally came full to and started to wail.

       'Oh God. I'm hurt. God you hurt me. My side. Oh, my side and my legs. What did you do to me?'

       'I used you for a football but I should have gotten a bat and beat the living crap out of you. Did you really think you were going to get away? To get away with that? And from me?'

       'I had to try. Once I knew you'd killed, I had to try. I don't know if you're going to let me go, or if you plan to kill me too, so I had to try. You can understand that, can't you?'

       'What I understand is I was taking you for a piss and you promised not to act up and look what you tried. What I understand is I can't trust you as far as I can throw you and I just threw you down the fucking stairs. Boy did you bounce and roll, like tumble head over heels. Head over heals in love with me? Yeah, I bet. And I know you have to be punished, really fucking severely made to pay. I should fucking kill you right now but that's be too easy, too fucking fast and too soon and too easy.'

       'Oh God, don't say that. Don't talk like that. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I won't try again. You have my word. I promise I won't do it again.'

       She paused and then almost as an afterthought added, 'How can I make it up to you? There must be some way I can.'

       There it was. She was about to offer me her sex, her cunt on a platter. Let me do as I wanted with her, she thought, so long as it was just intercourse. Again it was so predictable and ironic, at some point they all thought they could buy their lives with their cunts, when it was their cunts that were costing them their lives. How fucking perfect and delicious. How utterly fair life could be to me.

       'Make it up to me. Like how?'

       'I don't know. I don't, but just don't say you're going to kill me and I'll think of something. I promise.'

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       'I'm sure you will but it better not include fucking you in the cunt.'

       'Uh? What?'

       'You heard me, but for now you were supposed to be taking a piss.'

       'Yes. Yes that. I really have to go now, for sure, worse.'

       'Good, then you can start to make it up to me while you do that.

       'Uh? What?'

       'What, you hard of hearing all of a sudden?'

       'No. What are you talking about.'

       'I'll give you a chance to do what you said.'

       'But I don't understand.'

       'You will, you'll see.'

       'Please just, I just have to go.'

       'Yup. So lets get to it, I'll be helping you.'

       'Please no. I don't need any help. Not yours. Not anyone's. Just let me do it. Like respect my privacy. Please. Let me do it alone.'

       'I said I'll be helping you and you said you'd make it up to me, so were you lying - again?'

       'No. No. I'm not. No.. But...'

       'Fine, so do as you're told then.'

       She was sort of sitting up in the tub with her legs tucked under her. I reached in and hooked my hands under her armpits, but a little to the front to involve her tits. She knew but didn't say anything or even try to squirm away. I could feel their sides crushed under my hands and her nipples were pulled so that they pointed outwards to her sides and they were hard. I hiked her up and got her over the side of the tub and it was almost as if we were dancing, like slow and close together. I pushed my arms full around her and hugged her close to me, grinding her chest against my bare one. I stroked her head to the side with one hand then and pushed her face back to give her a nice kiss. She just sort of hung there like a rag doll and I hiked her up a bit further against my body to improve the position and the contact I made with her. I could feel her cunt bone against my swelling knob.

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