Thread: The Name on The Mailbox Reads Jones  (DeRe & AndNich123)

Amys lips melted into a warm smile. Slowly she allowed her garments to slip away from her body once more. She liked hearing him talk like this. Her glorious nakedness. Those were the words that stuck with her more than the reveal of something so grand as a final present. He need not give her anything more. Already he had showered her with more attention, more pleasure, than any woman deserved. She watched as he moved their new toy with ease. There was no tenderness to his movements. Why should there be? She was nothing more than a piece of furniture to be tossed about at their leisure. His foot forced her head down, and Amy was transfixed. She took note of how the girls skin wrinkled and how her nostrils flared as her cheek was pressed firmly against the cold, hard floor. Her eyes were filled with fear. Seeing that level of fear within someone is intoxicating, addicting. This girl had no control over her own fate or body. That degree of power is something one cannot simply step away from. In Amys case, she refused to.. Her predator had been caged once more, satisfied by this toy. Now a new beast was emerging. She could feel the familiar tingle between her legs, the burning in her thighs, the fire of her hardening nipples, and the electricity dancing along her skin. She flinched slightly as Clive commanded Bailey. There was such authority in his voice. Even though she knew it was coming, it was the power behind his tone that took her by surprise. It only added to the building emotions. Her hand that had been resting on the counter slipped from it, grazing her own sex before she stepped forward just in time to get a better angle of Bailey claiming his own prize. The sounds, those tortured cries, were unique. Every person has a different one they make, and even then it varies on the pain inflicted upon them. This girls agonizing squeals seemed to come from deep within her belly. Amy liked that. Her hand gently touched her own belly as she watched Bailey take her. This was how a slut should be used. Quickly, roughly, with no regard for their own feelings. She had no say in what was happening to her, and that was how it should be. As her cries grew louder, Amy knew what was happening. Soon enough Bailey would fill her up with his seed. Amy smiled, her eyes leaving the show to face Clive. Indeed he has, and hes been such a good boy lately too. Maybe we should keep her around. Too bad she cant truly breed with him, but still honey I want Baileys seed to stay deep inside her. So what do you think about binding her once more and inserting something to make sure it doesnt leak out. Of course if it does, her expression slightly, as if she were the girls mother, shell have to clean up every drop. I dont want a mess down here. Her tongue will do nicely. I say we keep her around though. I do so love watching her. Amy felt a growing need as she spoke, listening to the girls sounds of sorrow. It was one that drew her in. Slowly she sank down to the cold surface, giving Bailey soft sounds that let him know it was okay. She did not desire the dog. No, she wanted him to keep at his task. What she longed for was something far more sinister. Her eyes met the gaze of the terrified, abused girl. She was searching Amys, trying to find something, hope, a lifeline, anything. Amy slowly shook her head slightly. No bitch. There is no help for you here. I just want to see your pain, your fear. Its so beautiful. Youre beautiful. Her hand reached out to smooth back her hair. This is getting in the way of your beautiful face. Ill have to shave it. The poor girls eyes widened as she tried to shake her head no, all the while screaming behind the gag. Shhhh. Its okay. No one is probably going to ever see you again anyway, and this will be less upkeep on you. Maybe you can prove you can keep it, that it wont be a problem, but I doubt it. Once we make up our minds, we always get what we want. Amy leaned forward kissing her head and closing her eyes. Come on Bailey. Take her hard, she whispered, longing to hear the girl scream louder. She could feel her own sex growing wetter. The closeness to girl seemed to convey her pain even stronger. Her eyes remained closed as she heard the girl break into sobs, break into fresh screams, and simply break altogether. Amy knew Bailey was pumping her full, and it only made her long for the same thing, to feel a man filling her. Thats it Bailey, she whispered against the matted strands of the girls hair. Fill her up. Her lips remained close to the girl, but her eyes turned towards Clive. Now, she smiled. My turn to be filled.