Aegslenaarthes
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Aug 29, 2012
- Messages
- 60
A warm, reassuring man. Tanned and weathered on his skin, kindness bleeding through his calm demeanour, evil bleeding through his dilating pupils like null emptiness as if to show the lack of mercy and remorse underneath. A quality that would fit his talents, maybe. She was starting to think so by now.
From the pocket in his dull, ordinary blazer jacket, he produced a rose, silken and white, delicate as though if touched it would turn to dust. Gently, he held it towards her face; blue, sparkling eyes lit up with horror and confusion. These words were the iron walls from where her desperate and panic stricken gasps could be heard echoing.
"Put this between your teeth. You're not going to bite it. You just need to hold on to it while I give you something to remember me by." His voice soothed as her quaking belly softly began to fizz and tingle inside. Here, the anticipating pull of this torturous restraint down below sank deep inside while her dusky, golden thighs began to grow tender and glistening, the moisture pouring in slow little drops a bit more at a time.
Cutting deeper and harder into her back, throbbing away with the internal dialogue of confusion between proper and improper, desperate screams were dulled out by the innermost thoughts of a woman while she learned the lessons he so elegantly allowed himself to teach. Silent as they were, the air was smogged with his conviction, so frivolously applied. This granted, she knew the words were coming, almost like her thoughts were his will and whim and nothing more that would ever resemble an individual until or unless he allowed it. He didn't even need to talk, but who was she to tell him? He takes off the tape to hear her screams, she needs pain for the noise that this tends to make, he thoroughly enjoys the pleasure she buys in pain with these cuts.
"Your rewards are these scars." His deep, green eyed gaze softly received the turmoil.
Her body suddenly began to thrust, wrenching and writhing in a violent struggle. A contented smug slapped across his face the moment her hapless test of his workmanship came to an exhausted halt, her actions insignificant with her every resistance to him.
Pumping through her bloodstream, strained and sore, the drugs dazzled and confused her senses. This strange sensation of slime glooping and slopping onto her belly and her thighs, thick and warm while clear in appearance crept and crawled inside this quivering monster, then to splat onto her feet, down into her golden high heels and spreading thick, gooey against her soles. Her eyes were crossed with the influence, as she wondered if this could possibly be real.
A bursting, delicious tingle spread fast across her breasts; gasping, gushing with pleasure that immediately obeyed as it bubbled hard and fast while it dripped and drifted in wet, wobbling, throbbing famine. By now this was getting far too much since the lack of dick issue was failing tiresomely in being addressed. Her disapproving grunts never failed to fuel his laughter.
Pleasure and song crept slowly into her gasping panics. His eyes creased slightly in appreciation, so he decided to sit back and chill out on his desk while she did all the work for him. A turning machine fit for a stupid little slag, cutting deep into her legs, spiralled by her wrenching and rattling there alone! Blood massacred over her back through cuts in the tight shining latex. He knew as well as them both that she could concentrate only on keeping the rose, it nulled her screams into withering yelps. Her every move a desperate caper of escape but so targeted and focused on the rose, gentle and delicate as it was, between her teeth. With this she revealed to him her throbbing, dripping, tingling, oozing approval. Without her consent she gave it. With his mandate he received it. Now she belonged to him at heart, he was free to inject himself into her feelings, and pour slick and poisonous like a black treacle into her once pristine and porcelain, clean little fucking haven of a life. Her sorry, piece of shit husband smiling and doing the dishes back home. Her captor's slime, fucking its awful way in between her legs and wrecking her nice grimacing shill. She liked the taste that was driving a wedge between her marriage. He just liked the song, which fountained from her heart so vibrantly. Her feelings were like a ray of light in this darkened derelict of a shit hole. Eyes crossed, she could barely see beyond her quivering lips, pouring so much concentration and effort into her task. Her toes wiggled and flexed as they squished wonderously in this tingling warm slime, pouring slow and thick into her shoes. A sensation like never before and was yet to be repeated multiple times. Excitement couldn't vigor its way into further reaches of this exhausted, victimised body; she gave herself to him, so that there was no power over her which he could not exert if the inclination came along.
From the pocket in his dull, ordinary blazer jacket, he produced a rose, silken and white, delicate as though if touched it would turn to dust. Gently, he held it towards her face; blue, sparkling eyes lit up with horror and confusion. These words were the iron walls from where her desperate and panic stricken gasps could be heard echoing.
"Put this between your teeth. You're not going to bite it. You just need to hold on to it while I give you something to remember me by." His voice soothed as her quaking belly softly began to fizz and tingle inside. Here, the anticipating pull of this torturous restraint down below sank deep inside while her dusky, golden thighs began to grow tender and glistening, the moisture pouring in slow little drops a bit more at a time.
Cutting deeper and harder into her back, throbbing away with the internal dialogue of confusion between proper and improper, desperate screams were dulled out by the innermost thoughts of a woman while she learned the lessons he so elegantly allowed himself to teach. Silent as they were, the air was smogged with his conviction, so frivolously applied. This granted, she knew the words were coming, almost like her thoughts were his will and whim and nothing more that would ever resemble an individual until or unless he allowed it. He didn't even need to talk, but who was she to tell him? He takes off the tape to hear her screams, she needs pain for the noise that this tends to make, he thoroughly enjoys the pleasure she buys in pain with these cuts.
"Your rewards are these scars." His deep, green eyed gaze softly received the turmoil.
Her body suddenly began to thrust, wrenching and writhing in a violent struggle. A contented smug slapped across his face the moment her hapless test of his workmanship came to an exhausted halt, her actions insignificant with her every resistance to him.
Pumping through her bloodstream, strained and sore, the drugs dazzled and confused her senses. This strange sensation of slime glooping and slopping onto her belly and her thighs, thick and warm while clear in appearance crept and crawled inside this quivering monster, then to splat onto her feet, down into her golden high heels and spreading thick, gooey against her soles. Her eyes were crossed with the influence, as she wondered if this could possibly be real.
A bursting, delicious tingle spread fast across her breasts; gasping, gushing with pleasure that immediately obeyed as it bubbled hard and fast while it dripped and drifted in wet, wobbling, throbbing famine. By now this was getting far too much since the lack of dick issue was failing tiresomely in being addressed. Her disapproving grunts never failed to fuel his laughter.
Pleasure and song crept slowly into her gasping panics. His eyes creased slightly in appreciation, so he decided to sit back and chill out on his desk while she did all the work for him. A turning machine fit for a stupid little slag, cutting deep into her legs, spiralled by her wrenching and rattling there alone! Blood massacred over her back through cuts in the tight shining latex. He knew as well as them both that she could concentrate only on keeping the rose, it nulled her screams into withering yelps. Her every move a desperate caper of escape but so targeted and focused on the rose, gentle and delicate as it was, between her teeth. With this she revealed to him her throbbing, dripping, tingling, oozing approval. Without her consent she gave it. With his mandate he received it. Now she belonged to him at heart, he was free to inject himself into her feelings, and pour slick and poisonous like a black treacle into her once pristine and porcelain, clean little fucking haven of a life. Her sorry, piece of shit husband smiling and doing the dishes back home. Her captor's slime, fucking its awful way in between her legs and wrecking her nice grimacing shill. She liked the taste that was driving a wedge between her marriage. He just liked the song, which fountained from her heart so vibrantly. Her feelings were like a ray of light in this darkened derelict of a shit hole. Eyes crossed, she could barely see beyond her quivering lips, pouring so much concentration and effort into her task. Her toes wiggled and flexed as they squished wonderously in this tingling warm slime, pouring slow and thick into her shoes. A sensation like never before and was yet to be repeated multiple times. Excitement couldn't vigor its way into further reaches of this exhausted, victimised body; she gave herself to him, so that there was no power over her which he could not exert if the inclination came along.