" I watched as she lay on her back, legs spread, mutely shivering, her arms still bound to her sides." I watched as she lay on her back, legs spread, mutely shivering, her arms still bound to her sides. "I'm not having you fainting on me from hunger." She stared mutely into space. "You can eat something or I can fill your ass like I filled your cunt earlier while I was gone." I watched as her whole body spasmed involuntarily at the mention of her raw, raped rectum being filled with burning ointment. "Can you untie my hands to eat?" She asked me then. I smiled. "I think I can do that." I returned from the closet with a longer spreader bar, the longest one I had. She was incredibly limber, and lay passively as I fastened an ankle to each end of the bar with the thick leather straps, and locked the closures with small padlocks. Her legs were spread at more than a 90o angle, her pussy lewdly exposed. I sat her up and roughly tore the duct tape from her body, smiling at her futile efforts to hide the pain she was feeling. She ate then, three rolls, a half pound of salami, two pickles, half the tuna sandwich, and three glasses of water. I wouldn't allow her a beer, god only knew if it would make her puke. "Boy fucking really makes you hungry," I remarked, returning to the closet to produce a thick leather belt that I then buckled around her waist. It had two leather cuffs attached to the back that I secured her wrists with. I don't like to restrain the people I bone *too* much; I know that it freaks some of them out pretty bad which always juices me, but it gets in the way of the skin-on-skin grinding that I really like, all those harnesses and shit just mean less flesh to spank and poke and bite. I pushed Karen onto her back, knowing her arms would be painfully bent beneath her, as I prepared the shower. She was whimpering low in her throat, afraid of what unknown new games I had planned. |