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Hunting
MaKayla walked across the room, in nothing but a pair of nipple tassels. The goat stood in the corner of the room motionless. Staring at her exposed womanhood. Glenn lay on the bed in nothing but a pair of jeans, the rohypnol just starting to wear off. His wrists were tied to the bed post and his ankles were bound together by silken ropes. MaKayla wiped the crusted vomit away from his mouth and pulled out a ball gag from the bedside table along with a butt plug, just in case Glenn decided to misbehave. She slipped the ball gag around his head then MaKayla slipped into her closet and pulled out her favorite corset, the leather one with buckles up the sides. She slipped on her fishnet stockings and her 7 inch stilettos, the ones where the heels formed spikes.
Glenn was beginning to wake as Makayla stepped back into the bedroom. She picked the cattle prod up from the corner of the room, then contemplating her options set it back down and went for the whip. She let it drag across the ground, the metal beading on the end of the whip made a sound like fingernails on a chalkboard. At the sound of this Glenn jumped up, trying to move. He let out a scream of terror, but it was muffled by the gag in his mouth. He started to panic thrashing about in the bed. Makayla raised the whip high in the air, bringing it down upon his exposed chest. Leaving raised lines on his white flesh.
Tears welled in his eyes and she leaned down and kissed him on the forehead, leaving the mark of her blood red lips. He looked up at her with pleading eyes, wanting to go home. She was no longer the pretty girl at the club in the short red dress. She was a dominatrix now, holding a whip in her hand and demanding pain. She wanted sex and she wanted it now.
She slid her hands down his chest, the blood welling up felt warm beneath her fingers. The goat licked his lips. She continued down and unbuckled his belt. Pulling it off and sliding down his faded blue jeans. She found pleasure in the fact that his cock was already hard, despite the pain. She ran her hand down his shaft and his body shivered with anticipation.
He was willing himself not to give in. He tried to think of everything distasteful, fat women, ugly frat boys, a woman hit by a car, but somehow the last one only turned him on more. His mind was brought back to the sensation of her hands gripping his cock. It had been so long since someone had taken him with so much force. He wanted to take off the gag and press his lips into hers. He wanted to make his way down her body, feeling every inch of it, but instead he lay on the bed only being able to squirm and try to get her to grip him harder.
She saw that Glenn was starting to enjoy himself. So she took him into her mouth and ran her tongue around the head of his penis. He let out a muffled gasp and bit the ball in his mouth. He started to moan as she took his full length into her mouth. Her hands grasped his balls and started to tug on them. His first reaction was arousal, then he let out a yelp of pain and she released him. She stood in front of the bed and kicked off her heels. She slid her fishnets down her thighs and let then drop to her ankles and stepped out of them.
At the sight of her exposed sex he could no longer even think of resisting. He wanted her, and he wanted her bad. He wanted to feel the warm tightness of her pussy gripping his cock. He almost growled wanting to command her to stop being a tease and fuck him.
She could read him like a book. Instead of taking him in she straddled him and let the head of his cock rest on her clit. She could feel his heart beat through his cock and chuckled to herself, how excited this one is. Her dripping wetness started to cover his head with smooth silky warmth. Then she slid herself up, slipping his cock into her tight pussy. She let out a pleased moan as she saw his eyes widen with pleasure. She rotated her hips and watched his eyes roll back. She started grinding faster against him, until she could sense he was about to cum.
His eyes were closed and so she slipped the knife out from the back of her corset. She raised her body, letting him slide out of her and with a swift motion decapitated his manhood. He let out a scream of sheer agony. Blood now pumping onto the bed.
She walked over to the goat and set the penis down in front of it. The goat leaned down and began to eat its dinner. She looked back to the bed and saw Glenn lying on the bed motionless. The blood loss had forced him into a state of unconsciousness. She picked the knife up again and plunged it into his barely beating heart.
Later she would prepare the meat that would last her the coming months. Hunting was such a fun game.
Glenn was beginning to wake as Makayla stepped back into the bedroom. She picked the cattle prod up from the corner of the room, then contemplating her options set it back down and went for the whip. She let it drag across the ground, the metal beading on the end of the whip made a sound like fingernails on a chalkboard. At the sound of this Glenn jumped up, trying to move. He let out a scream of terror, but it was muffled by the gag in his mouth. He started to panic thrashing about in the bed. Makayla raised the whip high in the air, bringing it down upon his exposed chest. Leaving raised lines on his white flesh.
Tears welled in his eyes and she leaned down and kissed him on the forehead, leaving the mark of her blood red lips. He looked up at her with pleading eyes, wanting to go home. She was no longer the pretty girl at the club in the short red dress. She was a dominatrix now, holding a whip in her hand and demanding pain. She wanted sex and she wanted it now.
She slid her hands down his chest, the blood welling up felt warm beneath her fingers. The goat licked his lips. She continued down and unbuckled his belt. Pulling it off and sliding down his faded blue jeans. She found pleasure in the fact that his cock was already hard, despite the pain. She ran her hand down his shaft and his body shivered with anticipation.
He was willing himself not to give in. He tried to think of everything distasteful, fat women, ugly frat boys, a woman hit by a car, but somehow the last one only turned him on more. His mind was brought back to the sensation of her hands gripping his cock. It had been so long since someone had taken him with so much force. He wanted to take off the gag and press his lips into hers. He wanted to make his way down her body, feeling every inch of it, but instead he lay on the bed only being able to squirm and try to get her to grip him harder.
She saw that Glenn was starting to enjoy himself. So she took him into her mouth and ran her tongue around the head of his penis. He let out a muffled gasp and bit the ball in his mouth. He started to moan as she took his full length into her mouth. Her hands grasped his balls and started to tug on them. His first reaction was arousal, then he let out a yelp of pain and she released him. She stood in front of the bed and kicked off her heels. She slid her fishnets down her thighs and let then drop to her ankles and stepped out of them.
At the sight of her exposed sex he could no longer even think of resisting. He wanted her, and he wanted her bad. He wanted to feel the warm tightness of her pussy gripping his cock. He almost growled wanting to command her to stop being a tease and fuck him.
She could read him like a book. Instead of taking him in she straddled him and let the head of his cock rest on her clit. She could feel his heart beat through his cock and chuckled to herself, how excited this one is. Her dripping wetness started to cover his head with smooth silky warmth. Then she slid herself up, slipping his cock into her tight pussy. She let out a pleased moan as she saw his eyes widen with pleasure. She rotated her hips and watched his eyes roll back. She started grinding faster against him, until she could sense he was about to cum.
His eyes were closed and so she slipped the knife out from the back of her corset. She raised her body, letting him slide out of her and with a swift motion decapitated his manhood. He let out a scream of sheer agony. Blood now pumping onto the bed.
She walked over to the goat and set the penis down in front of it. The goat leaned down and began to eat its dinner. She looked back to the bed and saw Glenn lying on the bed motionless. The blood loss had forced him into a state of unconsciousness. She picked the knife up again and plunged it into his barely beating heart.
Later she would prepare the meat that would last her the coming months. Hunting was such a fun game.
Published 8th Sep 2012
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