I hadn't given her enough to put her out, though.I hadn't given her enough to put her out, though. I like them feisty enough. It's no FUN if they don't scream and struggle a bit; otherwise you might as well torture a corpse, and I'm not THAT sick. I slapped her again, because I felt like it, and locked her arms in the cuffs I had attached to permanent rings screwed into the wall just above the head of the bed. She pulled against the restraints, and started really bawling like a little kid then. "Let me go," she sobbed, tears running across my handprints on her face. "I'm not really 19, my parents are looking for me, you'll go to jail" I just laughed at her. "Bitch, if you were REALLY 19 I wouldn't have picked you up. What are you, 14? 15? I bet you're in high school already, you're already older than *I* like." I was sitting up on her now, my butt resting on her hips, straddling her. We were both still fully dressed, coats, shoes and all. I shucked off my jacket and carefully placed it on the chair next to the bed, and I pulled off my shoes which were muddying the bedspread and placed them on the mat next to the chair. No matter. I always burned the bedclothes after each one of these encounters anyway. I unzipped her down jacket and pulled up the fluffy pink sweatshirt she was wearing, while she squirmed and begged me to stop. With that damn jacket though, it wouldn't go up very far, so I left her there and retrieved a pair of scissors from the bathroom drawer. She started crying again as I cut the expensive down jacket off of her, no doubt worrying that her mom would kill her when she found out her new jacket had been ruined. The thought of some rich bitch sitting in her kitchen in some suburban mansion out of some John Hughes movie, fretting over her pumpkin's whereabouts made me smile. I pulled the ruined garment off of Karen, trailing feathers that I'd have to clean up later, and proceeded to hack off her fluffy pink sweatshirt with the purple teddy bears. It might come in handy later, so I folded it and placed it on top of my jacket on the chair. She was left wearing just a bra from the waist up, and it wasn't much of a bra, her nipples jutted sharply through the thin fabric, and it offered no support. |