Those lips, those pouty, full, perfect lips. Soft, warm, untouched, parted ever so slightly. This isn’t a princess in some fairy tale, this is prey in a nightmare of our making. I run my fingers lightly from the ankles up the leg to the shattered pelvis, up the small incisions in the stomach placed there to induce a scream or two. There were more than usual since she decided to try to be brave, keep it all in, the pain, the fear, show us that she couldn’t be broken so that we might give up. That never happens though, we always finish.
My hand moves up across those barely there breasts watching as her chest rises and falls with each shallow breath. They are tender to the touch, she flinches back slightly, she has no fight left, no energy, no hope. I watch as bruises start to form, turning from red to that lovely deep color as the blood pools below the skin. Traveling up her clavicle, broken, fractured as a matter of fact. I study the sheer white of the bone protruding from the skin, jagged. Up to the nape of the neck, already yellowing bruises forming from fingers pressed tightly into her flesh.
Then up to that mouth. I brush my thumb over it. Thinking back to how it looked slipping up and down your hard cock. Her cries being stopped from the manic thrusts which press your throbbing head into her throat time and again. I stand at the top of the table by her head. Looking down at her I notice that her eyes loose focus, she knows what is coming, she is trying to slip away into her safe place to pretend this isn’t really happening. Oh, but it is.
The table wobbles slightly under your weight as you spread her legs to make room for you. I toss you the ropes that have been previously tied to the legs of the table, you wrap each one around her thighs, tossing the unused portion back to me so that I can secure it to the legs as well. The rope digs in, I can see her skin being pinched, the lower part of her legs turning pink, then red. The circulation is being cut off, she moans, her eyes go blank, one single tear trails down from the corner of her right eye to splash on the table.
You rub your dick over her swollen cunt, sore, red, raw. You press in, another moan from her, you start to move, more tears, her eyes begin to focus on my face. I can see the pleading in them, yet those lips do not move to protest, more tears, she knows it will be better for her soon, she will be helped so that she can slip away, but not yet, you aren’t done but you are close. I lower my head down as your noises become more guttural, the table legs slightly scraping on the floor, filling the almost empty room with bangs as you pump into her. I put my lips close to her ear, waiting for you to cum, I whisper “Goodbye fuck rag” just as you release your hot sticky jizz deep into her. I then place one last kiss upon her lips so I can taste her last scream as you finish her off.
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