Hi guys. It took me longer than I expected but there it is. Enjoy, it is the longest part I had ever made. Here goes some considerations: - Even if there are some good conventional sex scenes and possibly a good dose of romance to come, this story tends to get darker as it goes, involving torture, extreme sex, bestiality and some other stuff.
- I'm not an English speaker and I know I make a lot of mistakes, but I have no one to proof-read for me in time to post, cause I'm really busy and the only time I have I write and I post, so, sorry for any mistake or error. - All the characters follows the stipulated by the site, being older than 18 years old. ***WARNING*** What follows is a fictional story which has focus on slavery and rape, but not made to offend anyone.
If you feel offended by kidnapping, raping, humiliation or torture of any kind, please, quit reading. Cheers, A2O --- Chace McCartson - Part III With Erica still in my lap I spent some time explaining her rules to follow and they were pretty simple. I'd be watching her every move from the camera system and she was free to do whatever she wanted down there at the basement.
She had her own room with a bed, a nightstand, a dresser table and a wardrobe, which was empty as, for now, I wanted her nude. Every time I speak with her through the sound system announcing that I was coming to see her she would take her pill and, when I tell her I'm there, she should stand still near the entrance, turning her back to the door and wearing her blindfold.
I also told her about all the apparel in the bathroom and that she would see as soon as I had left and she takes off the blindfold. I had bought all I could think about women hygiene, instructed her to keep herself clean and bathed all the time and taught her how to do an enema, even encouraged her to wash her insides with the shower-head when I tell her to clean her bowels for me. She reacted like it was an impossible thing, an alien thing and it was obvious that she felt humiliated. I was so captivated by the way she was squirming that I decided to go further, so I instructed her to get used inserting a finger on her behind while washing herself to make sure that it is clean, making very clear that if I found something unpleasant when exploring her tight little ass she would regret it deeply.
She whimpered when I said I would be using her ass soon, but I didn't care, actually I was loving how desperate she was getting and the way her perfect lower lips trembled. To finish I told her about the panic button on the wall, a red emergency knob she should press if something really bad was happening to her and I warned her to not even think about killing herself because, if it succeeds, her father would pay the price what worked very well due to her reaction, even if they were in some sort of hate/love relationship and, if it fails, she would wake up in hell itself.
Nevertheless, the medicine cabinet was locked with a password. She would have to push the button and convince me to give her the numbers if she wanted to poison herself. The less I worry about this kinds of things, more fun I'll have with her. Saturday morning, after a good night of sleep and while eating my breakfast, I was spending my time watching on my TV that cutest little thing, nude and locked in my basement, using the small cabinet with food, the microwave and the mini fridge to make herself a breakfast, when I received a calling that I was already expecting.
"Hello." "Hi, Chace, good morning," Gabrielle sounded worried, "Did I wake you?" "No, I was exercising. What gives me the pleasure of hearing your lovely voice so early in the morning?" "Nothing good, actually. I'm calling you to tell you that Mr. Klavenko's daughter is missing," she informed me using that urgent and worried tone reserved for bad news.
Show time. "Missing?" "Yes, she wasn't home when he came back from our meeting." "And who informed you that?" "Mr. Klavenko himself. He probably thinks you can help him." Gabrielle left the phrase unfinished on purpose. "And so do you, right?" I asked seriously. "I'm not pressuring you or something, you're my boss, but it would be. Good, you know." One date promise and she's already asking me to do things, who'd tell. To her luck, or mine, I was already expecting to "help" him out.
Maybe I could even take advantage of that. "Gabrielle, you know I do things expecting rewards, always." "Chace, the man lost his daughter." "I don't expect anything from him. Do you remember that thing we did a day before New Year 's Eve?" In other words, do you remember the day I fucked that perfect round ass of yours? "You can't be serious." "Why, doesn't a good boy deserve a reward? I'll help Klavenko as best as I can, then you think about it." "Geez, Chace." And her humorous tone made it clear that I had won what I wanted.
No better way to finish a date than fucking the most beautiful ass you had ever seen, right? Before heading back to town I used the sound system to tell Erica that I'd be meeting her again this afternoon and that she had the morning to herself.
It was all a big act, the way I talked to the chief of police and to the desolated Mr.
Klavenko. I'd be desolated too if I had missed the view of that gorgeous petite body and those red and perfect little lips around my cock. Speaking of which, I'd certainly try her mouth today. Back to the acting, I answered all the questions made to me, conspicuously defining my alibi, that I was in one of my warehouses solving a problem while the poor Klavenko's daughter was kidnapped, if that was the case, even knowing that I wasn't a suspect.
I also remembered Klavenko that my resources were his to help him and that his job was secure no matter how much time this problem could take to be solved, even to spend some time with his daughter as soon as she's found what wasn't happening, of course.
Soon after that I called Roy to check if anything was settled and, when he gave me his positive that we had no witnesses and that we had our personal into that, I called Gabrielle telling specifically what to do, which investigator to hire to help the police and how much money we should spend on publicity, trying to find the girl. She seemed really satisfied with me. "Still busy, Chace?" She used that soft and mewing voice I knew really well. "Yeah babe. Family business.
I'll make it up to you on Monday, I promise." "Ok, then. I'll miss you." She said awkwardly. That was really new and, Gabrielle expressing herself openly like that and, for more awkward that it sounded for me too, I said it back. "I'll miss you too, babe. See ya." In the way back to my little fortress I couldn't stop thinking about her and I stepped hard on the gas, making my Mercedes devour the road angrily.
I had to bury myself in that young and tight little cunt as fast as I could, or I'd go back to Gabrielle so horny that I'd certainly screw up everything. Soon as I got there I ignored Bob, the guard, I ignored Beast and I just rushed into the house faster I could, turning on the camera system. She was still curled up on her bed. I turned on the sound system and I tested her: "Erica, I'm coming for you in fifteen minutes," she cringed, stood up and ran to the bathroom to open the mirror over the sink and take her pill.
Then she brushed her hair sobbing, sprayed some perfume and ten minutes had passed, she was already waiting near the door with the blindfold in hand. When the fifteen minutes had passed I announced again, "To the door Erica." When I opened it there she was, her back to me and wearing the blindfold, her white skin glowing beneath the fluorescent lights, her silky dark brown hair falling in waves and covering her back entirely, touching that small and heart shaped ass, her thighs close to each other and her arms crossed over her chest.
She was a little curled up and trembling in fear.
When I noticed it my blood boiled and I wanted to be inside her already. I walked the three steps between us slowly and hugged her from behind. Erica's body shivered against mine and she curled up even more. "Shh. Calm down babe. Relax your arms and lean your back to my chest." She took her time, struggling, and I didn't want to force her already so I waited.
Eventually she stood erect and leaned her back on my chest and I tightened my arms around her, hugging her just beneath her beautiful breasts.
She was terrified.
"Slept well?" I asked. "N-no." She answered with her soft voice failing and a little hoarse from all the screaming of yesterday. "Being honest. That's good. Are your little pussy sore?" She gasped and tilted her head, probably in shame, "Yes, i-it is." She was sobbing again. "Save your tears sweetheart, cause we will play even harder today." And she cried even more.
I started groping her, first her flat belly and then up to her pert breasts, which I squeezed and then pinched her nipples, rejoicing in her shivers and her soft whimpers. I slowly snaked one hand up to her neck and one hand down between her legs. I gripped her throat at the same time I cupped her pussy. She gasped when I started rubbing my fingers on her mound and tried to curl up, putting her hands over mine. Her behind inadvertently rubbing my crotch.
I tightened my grip on her throat, "Let go. This is my pussy now. You're mine and the faster you understand that the faster you'll learn how to make things easier for you." I spread her lips so my index finger sunk into her pussy. She gasped hard and stiffened all over, but her hands fell to her sides. I started moving in and out, then inserted a second finger, making her wince. "Aaaugh!" She groaned and gasped, leaning back her head. Her little fingers spread and she arched her back as I gathered speed, finger fucking her.
Twenty seconds of this, her breathe fast and her groans getting longer and. My fingers were getting wet. "Ooh. Look at this, you're getting wet for me!" I whispered in her ear, still moving inside her, feeling her vaginal walls pressing my two fingers and I took them off, reaching her mouth, "Here, suck them for me." She hesitantly opened her pretty mouth, her red and full lips shivering.
I put my fingers in and she closed her mouth on them, sucking slowly and awkwardly. "Good girl, you're a good girl. See, we can understand each other. You've been doing it perfectly today and I'll reward you for that. I was going to fuck you as soon as I got here, as dry as you were. Now you are wet and ready for me." I said taking my fingers out of her mouth and, still hugging, carrying her to the bed.
"Here, on your knees." I helped the blind girl get on her knees and then lay her upper body over the bed. "Okay, now spread your legs for me babe, don't hesitate." And she obeyed, slightly spreading her legs, "Open them more, baby girl." She winced, but at the speed her shaking legs permitted, she spread enough for me to have a really good sight of her little cunt. I was starting to think that I had enslaved the wrong girl.
She was getting it already, being submissive, while I expected struggle and fight, and she was so absurdly beautiful, so delicate, that it would be a shame to spoil all that already. But I knew that, as soon as I carried her to the chamber, it wouldn't matter how submissive she could be, I'd have my fun either way. I crouched behind her, unzipped my pants and held my 8" buddy, rubbing it slowly on her pussy.
Erica whimpered and trembled all over, but she kept her arms sprawled over the bed and her head lying on the mattress when she felt my bulbous red head spreading her petals over again she just gasped, clawed the sheets as her life depended on that and groaned with that hurt and hoarse but soft voice.
"AUGH!" Erica groaned while I struggled in the initial dryness, the tightest part, and then I felt her hot and wet absurdly tight insides. So tight that she made me moan. "Ohh. Fuck, Erica. Your pussy is out of this world." And then, completely of a sudden, she spoke, crying and her hoarse, broken voice failing, while I started humping her most than pleasant entrance, "Pl--se. P-please. Aaah. Just try not to h-hurt me, I'm begging you.
Ga-ahhh. I'm already yours. Don't h-rt me. Pl--se." Fuck, her tone made me even harder. She was admitting her submissiveness, my dominance over her, but imploring me to have pity on her. That was almost as good as struggling and fighting. Actually that could be even better. I grabbed her hair in a ponytail and turned her head so I could partially see her face, then I withdrew it slowly, watching her relax a little bit, just to thrust all I could inside her in a single piercing, spreading her completely around my girth, letting only an inch behind.
Her face contorted in a soundless scream for a moment and her arms contracted, her clawed fingers removing part of the sheet from the bed. Then I withdrew and roughly inserted myself completely into her, feeling that I had no more room to fill, I felt I even distended her a little inside, forcing my head towards her cervix and pushing it hard.
So she screamed. "AAAAAAAAAAAAUGH!! AAAAAUGH! O-OH GOD NOO! NOOOO!!!" I started humping her fiercely, never taking too much out before shoving it completely in again while she screamed like crazy, at the same rhythm of my thrusting.
"AAauGH-AAAUGH-GUuUH-GuaAAH-G-GODD-AAAaauGH!!!" She tried to move herself, crawl up the bed to avoid my dick from getting so deep, but I held her thin waist firmly and then slapped her tiny butt with all the force I had. "Don't move!!!" "AAAAAAUUUUUGGGHHH!!" She gave a last and long scream while the bloody red mark of my hand appeared on her right butt cheek and then she could only utter some guttural noises and broken groans between her heavy and fast breath. I kept humping her, in and out of that tight little hole, her pussy gripping me so tight that I could see again her petals coming outside a little every time I withdrew, just to plunge it in again.
I was loving that, the way her tiny butt fitted in my waist every time her sweet little entrance swallowed me entirely. Her pussy was hot and wet no matter what. Her tiny body completely contracted, rigid, while she endured my assault. Again I couldn't hold it too long, as her tight and velvety insides gripping my dick like that were making me crazy, so I came inside her a lot earlier than I'd like, I lot earlier that any other pussy would made me come.
I jolted my cum while completely buried inside her, laid over her back and letting my whole weight fall over her as relieved myself directly into her womb. Erica wasn't moving, just trembling. Her breath was irregular, heavy, and soft moans, hurtful moans, escaped her parted and trembling lips while she silently sobbed. I rolled to my side to let her breath freely and just looked at her, watched her stay in that shock, in that numb and almost catatonic state, while I caressed her hair.
The patterned mark of my hand in her right butt cheek. She wasn't reacting any longer. That was what I was talking about. That frail creature was mine to use, to savor her perfect little body. But she wasn't what I expected; I wasn't feeling how I expected. I was meant to be fucking her ass right now, just after fucking her senseless. I was meant to spend the day using this beautiful little body for any atrocity that came to mind.
Torture her, spread her, pierce her, making her tight little entrances no more than gaping little holes but, instead, I was here, lying on my side hearing her breathe and the way her moans was lacking voice, the voice she had already lost screaming. I wouldn't be able to rape her to the point of breaking her body, at least not for now. I couldn't figure why. I slid my thumb across her moist and lightly freckled cheeks, than traced her trembling and full red lower lip.
She kept still, just breathing, trying to moan and trembling. I was thrilled for having her, but I wasn't fulfilled as I couldn't be completely myself with her either. I was trying to figure what to do, but before making any decision about her I would try using the chamber, of course. Taking her in my arms I unlocked and entered the door to the right of the sex room, to my own dungeon.
The air there was cooler and the scent of wood and leather was all around the place.
Crossing the wooden room, filled with devices, apparels, the St. Andrew's Cross, the gibbet cage hanging from the ceiling at the corner of the room, the pillory, the wooden horse my personal favorite and some others, I placed her over the central table, lying on her back and apparently she knew better not to move or try to get up, she just lay still and trembling while I tied her spread eagle to the table using its corner rings to buckle her ankles and wrists, but I didn't spread her too wide.
I let it loose so she could be a little comfortable. She sobbed softly and tried again, "Pl—se." But her voice failed in the middle of the word. "Don't tempt me little girl, just calm down and try to savor it, is the best advice I have for you," I said while noticing the little streaming line of cum oozing from her tiny slit, whose petals were slowly returning to its original shape.
I came for my clips, clamps, pegs and forceps drawer, resisting bravely from taking the clover clamps and taking two adjustable nipple clamps instead then coming back to the table.
Taking her right breast in my hand, I started to maul it, squeezing it tightly and thinking. It was smooth, beautiful, and delicate. The thought that I could simply take a big needle and trespass it side to side, watching her agonize, started to flood my mind.
But she tilted her face to me and groaned softly. I instantly knew why I forbade the idea in my mind. It was enough. To a girl like her, so young and so untouched, that was enough. So I finally decided that even if I was marveled by just imagining the effects that real punishment, real torture, would have on her, she wasn't what I wanted; she couldn't be the target of my enraged urges, my most primal sadism or I would destroy this little girl and regret immensely losing such an awesome toy.
Seeing her trembling, her pink nub hardening between my fingers and her freckled cheeks completely red, the little I could see of her face showing her agonizing expectation. She had potential to keep me entertained just from watching her experience simpler things and some hidden part of me, deep inside, wanted to let her got it.
The chance to learn how to enjoy it. While slowly attaching the not so tight clamp on her nipple, seeing her gritting her teeth and listening to the small and hoarse, lovely groan she made, I decided two things: I would explore her further and differently and while slowly breaking her, destroying her not yet found limits but keeping her perfect little body as undamaged as I could, I'd find another one.
Another girl. One of those fully lived and young woman that would know exactly what I'm doing to her and how off the limits are the things I'll be doing to her. "W-What." She asked with her broken voice while resuming her shaking that was lost for a few minutes.
"Just a nipple clamp," I said massaging her other breast while I admired her reaction, her mouth slightly open, her trembling, the way her chest heaved. It was beautiful to watch. "Be honest, it is not hurting that bad, right?" She took a moment, taking a deep breath, then answering with her lacking voice, "N- it s not." "Good girl.
Keep being honest with me and we will get along very well," I said while placing the second clamp, now on her left nipple. "A-Ah." Erica groaned softly soon as the clamp pinched her pink nub, while I leaned over her, bending my face really close to hers, enough to kiss. "I'm being really nice to you, you know. I could be using a clamp that would make you lose your mind as soon as it was attached to your breasts." "---nks. Thanks." She whispered and the first word didn't completely come out.
I could notice she was being honest; she was really thanking me, as I didn't question anything. I changed my mind again. I would not torture her now, even if it was a light torture.
Erica needed to know about pleasure. She needed to know that things that makes we all act like animals, "Girl, did you ever had an orgasm?" I asked her. "I—I don't know," she whispered insecure. "You don't know what an orgasm is?" I asked grinning and she hesitantly shook her head. Holy fuck, that was awesome.
"I'll introduce you to it. Right now. And you can thank me later." I said and went to the toy drawer, taking a pot of lube, the yellow dildo, a 6" vibrator with a medium girth, the most reasonable one I had and the Hitachi wand. When I came back I stroked her white porcelain thighs and delighted on the sight of her shivering, she was so fucking sensitive!
"An orgasm is the apex of sex. The higher point. That point when I normally burst inside of you.
You can feel that way too," I was saying while lubing the dildo and grinning, seeing her paing attention to what I was saying, her face turned to me even if she couldn't see me. "I'll insert something into you.
You don't have to worry, I'll not hurt you, so you can relax.
When I'm going to hurt you I'll tell you, so you can trust me." "Ok," she whispered, and it sounded like she was consenting it. Something that would have made me furious, as I was in charge there, but instead my dick throbbed hard. Rubbing the rubber point of the yellow dildo on her ravished tiny slit, I rejoiced a little on her squirming, her pelvis tilting trying to avoid the pain, then I put my hand on her lower belly making her still and slowly insert the dildo in her, watching her pink lips spread and swallow the toy, even being fucked hard two days in a row she had the most beautiful little pussy I had ever seen.
I pushed it slowly inside her, hearing a lovely gasp escaping from her, and moving it gently back and forth when I noticed it was getting harder to proceed. She winced and whimpered, expecting that I would push something into her deep enough to touch her cervix, I'd bet that.
When I inserted the last inch of it inside her, letting only a small bit to handle it, I removed my hand from her belly and I kept moving it for a while, showing her that even if it was deeply buried inside her, I wasn't passing that point. "O-Ohh." Erica moaned. She moaned! An ashamed, but lovely, little moan. Like she had forgotten where she was for a brief moment. I tried not to fix my thoughts in that little detail and turned on the vibrator.
Erica gasped in surprise and squirmed in her restraints. "Does it feel bad?" I asked maliciously. "N-No it f—ls awkward," she said panting, her head tilting forward and her little hands closed in fists. "You'll get used to it eventually. Actually if you relax you'll start to love it. But I'll force you a little.
Hold tight because that will be really intense," I said turning the Hitachi on and spreading the upper part of her pussy a little, where I could finally get a good view of that little and swollen pink nub.
I bent myself and kissed it then sucked it.
"W-What!? Augh! Ahhh." Erica groaned and squirmed, surprised by my mouth down there, but nothing compared to her reaction when I pressed the bulbous and vibrating head of the Hitachi on her tiny little clit. "AAA---!!!" She started what would have been a big and loud groan, but her throat failed and her mouth just formed a silent scream while she became completely rigid. Until I start to move it, rubbing and pressing it hard against her most sensitive spot while the other vibrator was still buzzing inside of her.
"Guuuuh! O-Oh m--- Argh!" She managed to shriek and started thrashing on her restraints. As I had let her restraints loose, comfortable for her, she was struggling and making my life difficult.
So I tested her. I tested how submissive and how disciplined she could be, wishing that I was wrong and she was just a common girl that would lost herself in that sweet agony and I could punish her, maybe leaving another red mark or tightening the clamps.
But at the same time wishing that she could prove she was different. Wishing that Klavenko had screwed her up so badly, turned her into a luxury puppet, that she would simply listen to me saying "Stop squirming" while having her recently deflowered pussy assaulted by two vibrators, one in high speed being stroked, pressed, right on her clit and just stop.
.And she did. She laid her back on the table, her delicate body stirred and almost convulsing but no more thrashing. Her heavy breath and her incoming convulsions making her clamped breasts bounce, her little fingers rigid in form of claws, her toes curling in tension. I held her nape and kissed her forehead, "Come sweetheart, come for your master" I said holding her head in my shoulder and rubbing the Hitachi wand up and down, up and down over her little clit until her fast and forced first orgasm struck her, starting to make her have strong spasms and gasp furiously.
"Guuh! Uhhhh! HUUUH! UUUUUUGH!!" She came violently, forcing her beautiful face on my shoulder, her legs shaking and her pelvis tilting frantically, trying to escape the vibrator. I switched the Hitachi off then the yellow vibrator, but leaving it inside her.
She relaxed, trying to recover her breath while I caressed her hair. "So, how was it?" I asked after waiting a moment for her come back to earth. She turned her blushing and moist face to me, like she had tried to look at me, forgetting about the blindfold "I.
I d-did--" Erica tried to answer but she was completely out of voice now. "It's ok, babe. You don't need to talk. Did you like it?" She shyly nodded and I kissed her mouth. She reacted awkwardly, obviously not knowing what to do and I had patience, moving my lips over hers and forcing passage with my tongue while stroking the hair of her forehead. Soon she understood what I expected from her and opened her mouth, leaving me free to explore, what I did avidly.
Then I stopped, "Follow my lead, learn how it is done," I said and kissed her again.
Erica tried to mimic my motions slowly getting rhythm and when she was relaxing I started removing the yellow dildo from her. She groaned in my mouth and stooped kissing. "Don't stop, little girl. Keep kissing or I'll make you come again," what was a real threat, judging by the way she looked tired, and resumed kissing her while she did the same, trying to ignore me slowly moving the dildo in and out her sensitized pussy, bit by bit taking it out of her.
She resisted bravely and it looked like she was starting to enjoy kissing me, even being clearly exhausted. I kept it that way for a while. Suddenly I removed the clamp off her right nipple. "Huuuuh!" She groaned inside my mouth but, trembling, did her best to keep kissing.
Just to fail miserably when I took her reddened nipple between my thumb and my index finger and started softly pinching it, twisting it. "HHHHMMMMMMGGGHHH!" She groaned, and stopped kissing, gasping when noticing that I was pulling the clamp out of her left nipple. I tried to kiss her again at the exact moment the last clamp roughly slipped her nipple.
She cringed and cried and, between her sobs I could see that she tried to say "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." "It's ok, babe," I answered, "You're safe now, there's nothing to hurt you anymore." When I pressed the Hitachi over her clit again and turned it on she shuddered and tensed like she had being shocked.
At first she begged for mercy, mumbling things, but soon she was engulfed in a series of intense orgasms that would let me mesmerized enough to lose reason.
I stopped for only 15 seconds while plunging the yellow dildo on her soaked little pussy again and then restarted what was the most beautiful torture session of my life. That little petite body struggling, agonizing in that non stoppable wave of pleasure that was making her crazy. She cringed, and then arched her back, always groaning and no understandable word was uttered anymore.
I enjoyed it all, using one hand to keep massaging her clit with the Hitachi wand while the other explored her, sometimes playing with her nipples, sometimes caressing her tear and drool wet face or holding her neck tightly and feeling her furious breathe and her veins pulsating like they were going to explode. At the second orgasm session, while orgasming for what I thought to be the fourth time in a row, she stopped breathing.
That caught me by surprise and, for the first time in a long, long time, I panicked. I slapped her face to bring her back to her senses but it didn't work, she continued stirred, her fingers and toes curled up and having a sequence of hard spasms.
I threw the Hitachi away, took the yellow vibrator out of her and I shook her. I've already heard about girls dying this way. I couldn't even know if her eyes where open or closed, fuck! I removed the blindfold, seeing her beautiful face again after three days. Her eyes were closed. "C'mon, stop that, girl!" I slapped her again vainly. I rushed to undo her restraints and took her in my lap feeling her body getting limp, yet she wasn't breathing.
I was starting to think that she just had a heart attack. "C'mon little girl, don't die," I whispered in her ear. Her pulse was getting slower, weaker. That was it, I had achieved what I needed at the beginning of this all, I had succumbed to my darkest side, ignored all the signs her body was giving and I had killed her. Idiot. Maybe it wasn't too late for CPR.
When I laid her on the table again ready to try that last resort. She breathed. Weakly and almost imperceptive, but she was breathing. I sat on the table and took her in my arms again, holding her tight, caressing her back and snuggling her face in my neck. Fuck, that was close. Erica left the table unconscious that night, after coming several times and letting a little pool of her juices on the table, having almost died in my hands, but she had achieved something that night that saved her life.
She made the impossible, she made me pity her, for the broken, not confident and submissive girl she was raised to be. She made me notice that even if I had her for only two days now, I'd miss her.
I wanted to have a girl in every way possible and although I couldn't be the sadistic beast I wanted to be, I was starting to think that she was the nearest possible of a girl that could made me really happy, really fulfilled.
Almost losing Erica opened my eyes to what I really wanted and, at that moment, I wanted that little girl trembling and passed out in my lap. How much time would she last before I finally have her killed? --- Next: The "vanilla Sunday", the date with Gabrielle and the midweek assault. Do you like it? Want me to keep writing? So vote and comment!