Even as she arched her back and screamed at the sudden pain in her tit, she came, as powerfully as any girl I'd ever fucked up to that moment.Even as she arched her back and screamed at the sudden pain in her tit, she came, as powerfully as any girl I'd ever fucked up to that moment. It felt as if her twat was literally sucking the cum right out of my nuts as I shot load after sticky load of my jism deep into her steaming box, her tit still gripped between my teeth. I pulled out of her as soon as I had shot my last load, and standing naked from the waste down, my dick slowly softening, I cut the duct tape to free her legs, ripping it from her body in several passes, smiling as she screamed at the fiery pain of her flesh seemingly torn from her body. I watched her belly and clit twitch again as this last surge of pain caused another smaller orgasm to course through her body. I wonder what cruel trick of biology causes pain and pleasure to be so easily confused? I showered, whistling some stupid television jingle, cleaning our mingled juices from my body, and put on a new set of clothes. It was actually quite some time since I'd first picked Karen up, and we would need some dinner, some food to see us through the long night ahead. I slapped her on the thigh as I left her there on the bed with her arms still chained to the wall above the bed. "You're a pretty good lay, I guess you've had a lot of practice." I gathered my coat and gloves, put on my shoes and headed out the door. "I guess I'm not too bad either, from the way you were flopping around on the end of my dick." I stopped at the front desk on my way out to leave a message with Vito. "Tell Sal Wednesday, any time after, say, 8am. 4 C. Kind of old." It was Monday now. I'd have another day and a half to play; if I got bored, she would keep till Sal came by to pick her up. I didn't return to the hotel room until around eight that evening. Karen had been cuffed to the bed for over three hours by then, and the morphine I'd given her had worn off and she was looking pretty bedraggled, sweaty and cold, her hair a tangled mess, lying nude in that drafty rundown hotel, but she'd managed to squirm her body around and I guess she'd used her feet to work some of the bed clothes loose, so that the lower half of her body was covered with a rumpled mass of sheets and blanket and bedspread. |