"Fuck Inquirer, careful with my dick there, it's sensitive." XD
This is the most cringeworthy piece of shit I've read on the forum. I hope horrible disasters happen to you and you die a premature, agonizing death. There, I said it.
Silkthread: I suspect it's Monica too. Wow this lady is sick.
I think I'll take a break from the forum for a while. Maybe the stalking puppets will chill the fuck down a little.
He smiled at her.
It was that special smile ...the one he reserved for her when he wanted her to understand that right now he was being nice, but it was about to become NOT nice.
He took the hand that was stroking his arm, and kissed the palm softly.
"There is no port left , I drank the last of it yesterday"
"well then..you'll have to get me another at some point", she paused for a moment, reached for her phone and began dialling, maintaining eye contact as she did so.
"hi, this is sugar calling. is xXcainXx done with the porsche yet?...no, cancel it, i need the car back here immediately. and have the little fag fired."
she dabbed at his neck with the cloth once more. "i picked up some syrup, dinner will be served at 6"
He nodded.
"Great, syrup is my favourite meal for repairing scratch marks , and handcuff stitches and bruises".
She caught the mocking tone and looked at him squarely.
Her breasts always swelled nicely when she took a deep breath ...he noted .. though he was well aware that the deep breath was about to be followed by an equally fast and deep exhale, via her voicebox ...via some choicely handpicked words.
He placed a finger on her lips to quieten the impending outburst.
"before you berate me ...my sweet sugar" ..he motioned with his head toward the cellar.."I have a surprise for you".
He removed the finger before it was bitten and took her hand, towing her along behind him to the cellar door.
She noted that his eyes had become a little glazed , and that he was chewing his lip, sure signs of excitement.
He opened the door and flicked on the lights, illuminating the steep stairs that led down into the musty smelling room.
she wondered if her bright red lipstick was encouraging his feral nature. she followed him down the steps carefully in her stilettos. boing, boing, boing, boing, boing, boing, boing, boing, boing, boing, boing, boing, boing.
she could hear a faint moan somewhere, along with thre clink of chains but couldn't quite place it. could it be...ana?
He paused at the bottom of the stairs and looked back up at her.
Jesus, look at those tits move .....
Licking his lips laciviously he moved towards the back of the cellar, chuckling lightly .
He began humming to himself as he threw back the covers on a large wooden crate, and deftly popped the catch and swung the door open.
Spitting angry and gagged, the crates hostage threw herself forwards, trying to get to him with her raking fingernails.
He sidestepped and neatly slapped her across the face, the speed and violence of it causing the the woman to collapse to her knees with wide eyed horror.
He grabbed her and hissed into her face "If you do that again, I will do things to you that havent even been invented yet"...he punctuated it with another short sharp slap.
"Are we crystal on that?"
She nodded , and looked desperately to sugar.
He stepped back and smiled at Sugar , and she could see his eyes flickering with barely held glee.
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear ... ah never mind, you get the picture" ...
He waved at the captive. " I have to go attend to a small matter, I'll be gone around an hour or so .....enjoy"
He kissed sugar hard on her pouty lips and went back up the stairs.
Sugar looked at the woman ....... How in gods name did he manage to get a hold of .......