Thread: Top of the Foodchain (kaigen and Darkangel)

James could sit there and watch her all night bound the way she was. But he wanted her body to last. At least long enough to scramble her mind and turn her into a pain living whore. So he knew he couldn't keep her bound the way he normally would. So after a rather short amount of time he stood from his chair and again came before her. Though this time when he squatted before her Instead of pulling out his knife he reached up and began to straighten her broken nose. He could feel the cartilage crunch and scrape against the other broken piece in her nose and smiled wildly at the pain he knew she was in. And once her nose was more or less straight he dropped his hands and spoke. There. All pretty again. but he knew it was a pointless act. Before long his pelvis would be bouncing off her nose as he used her mouth and he would just have to straighten it again. Something he would likely need to do several times before it actually started to heal. If he allowed it to heal at all. The young woman seemed to almost have a natural submissive mentality. Something that worked in his favor at the moment. But he knew that sooner or later she would start to fight him. So he wanted to capitalize on it while he could. A part of him knew that he should reward her for her obedience. But the more sadistic side of him controlled his decisions. For the time being at least. So with her nose set properly he stood and moved away from her. While he was gone he retrieved a dozen or so metal pipes of varying lengths and placed them on the coffee table to her side. Then the tall attractive man set about to fixing the pipes to the table so she would be fully secured in yet another uncomfortable position. Then returned to her and began to untie all the ropes save for the one that kept her arms behind her back. And once he had her free from the chain that lifted her arms up he ushered her toward the table. With him supporting a majority of her weight he said. You've been a good girl so far. But I like seeing you uncomfortable. So I'm afraid that you're going to have to learn to deal with being uncomfortable. his words. Like before. Were almost sympathetic. Though he felt no sympathy for her. He never felt sympathy for the women he hurt. To him they were simply objects to be used, things he could hurt. To him She was not a person. So he forced her to bend over the short, yet long wooden coffee table then moved her legs so they were spread wide and shackled her ankles to opposite ends of the table using the pipe. Then he slid a set of pipes into a fixture on either side of her waist that had two more long pipes projecting up at an angle and untied her arms. It had to be a horribly uncomfortable position . To be forced into the splits with the top half of her torso and head hanging off the edge of the table With her arms pulled up behind her at an angle to the pipes. But it was erotic in James's eyes. He could do nearly anything he wanted to her for as long as he wanted without cutting off circulation to her extremities. Yes. This was going to be a very long night. Finally. With her completely nude and mostly covered in her own blood from not only the broken nose. But the cut on her breast James started to undress before her. Under any other more consensual circumstances she would have probably welcomed the sight of his chiseled frame standing before her with the fine hairs that covered his broad chest and hard abs there was no doubt about his virility. And with his rock hard member fully erect with the bulbous, shrouded head pointing straight jp teaching last his own navel there could be no doubt what he had in mind. And any question of his plans should have been removed from her mind as he knelt before her and aimed his shrouded head at her lips while he held her head by her hair so she couldn't turn away. Now open your mouth so I can fuck that little throat of yours. He said with a sadistic grin on his handsome face in a voice that could have been lkened to pure evil.