I'd scored some really fine crystal meth while I was out, too, and between the crank and my natural psychoticly induced sexual frenzy, I'd be filling this little tramp in almost every hole, non-stop, for the better part of the next thirty-six hours; by the end of it she'd be begging me not to leave her, to fuck her harder and longer and deeper, to be her master forever.I'd scored some really fine crystal meth while I was out, too, and between the crank and my natural psychoticly induced sexual frenzy, I'd be filling this little tramp in almost every hole, non-stop, for the better part of the next thirty-six hours; by the end of it she'd be begging me not to leave her, to fuck her harder and longer and deeper, to be her master forever. Right THEN, though, my dick was threatening to jump off my groin and crawl up the nearest hole by itself. It NEEDED to fuck something, anything. Karen had started moaning, her voice rasping and raw from the recent abuse of her vocal cords. Going around to the other side of the bed, I rolled her over on her stomach. She screamed hoarsely as the raw, whipped flesh of her legs made contact with the bedsheet. I had decided it was time to spread her knees on the spreader bar I had made; leaving her there crying, I returned from the closet with the bar, and climbed onto the bed, fastening first her left knee at the one end of the bar, tightly buckling the strap secured there just above her knee, and then fastening the second strap on the other end so that her knees were spread almost three feet apart. I then bent her legs back at the knees, and securely taped her ankles to the backs of her legs. With her arms and legs securely bound, she was completely helpless, and at my mercy. The spreader bar made a useful means of hauling her around as well. When I had done securing her legs, I grabbed Karen by the hips and pulled her to what would have been a kneeling position; her knees supported her on the bed, her legs bent double, the top part of her body resting uncomfortably on her breast bone and shoulders, her head turned sideways. She was crying softly and continuously, swallowing occasionally; it was obvious her throat was still sore from it's recent rape. She attempted unsuccessfully to support some of her weight with the free length of her arms. |