Thread: Top of the Foodchain (kaigen and Darkangel)

As she reinterated her promise to be good he closed the metal shackles around her ankles and began to tie a rope to bind her knees together. Right, but not so tight that circulation to her lower legs. No, he knew it would not be comfortable. He wanted it that way. But he knew he could not be as cruel as he had been with previous prey and still achieve his goal. With her knees bound together he ran a rope up from the shackles round her ankles through the rope at her knees and eventually looped it round her neck half a dozen times. And then terminated it at her throat so her knees and ankles were pulled upward, essentially forcing her into a perverted enpoint on her big toes. But still allowed her to breathe freely. Or as freely as her broken nose would allow. Finally as he stood and slowly walked round her his fingers ghosted across her body, feeling the gooseflesh and the way she trembled. As he touched her he spoke, almost warmly. I'm sure that you're confused right now. And absolutely terrified. Why would I do this to you when you're whorish thoughts had you in my bed already? He stoped in front of her. His jean clad member by her head as he towered over the bound woman. Because I like this better. He exclaimed while he squatted before her and slowly unfolded his bone carved pocket knife and brought the razor sharp blade to one of her firm breasts. I like this better because it's easy to please a woman. There's no challenge in it. But there is difficulty in keeping them concious while you strip their skin from their body and then have your fun with them. He slowly dragged the sharp blade across her breast but an inch or two and created a shallow cut. No sooner than he finished His cut he pulled the blade away and began to gather her long hair in his hands. But I will promise you, as long as you do what I say when I say I won't hurt you any more than necessary to bring me pleasure. No more and no less than that. with her hair gathered he jerked a thin rope down from where it hung from the chain and began to wrap it round her gathered blood matted hair in an intricate patern. His fingers worked quickly tying the various knots. Then ran the live end down her back and let it fall between her cheeks. Again he moved round her. Still with the same gentle touch of His fingertips almost like he was taking a casual walk around a new car at the dealership and was thinking about buying it. But he already had her. Instead he was memorizing every flawless imperfection his fingers felt. By the time he was done with her he would know her body better than she knew it herself. Finally behind her he pulled the rope down between her silken folds and to the ropes at her knees. The coarse rope pressed against her sensitive bits and bit into her flesh while he pulled her head back and tied the free end between her knees. With her bound painlessly and while the sea of stimuli flooded his senses he walked over to the chair in the corner and sat. Sight mixed with sound and smell and further drove his desire to take her. But he wanted to observe her. To see her reactions to it all. To hear her pained sobs. So there, with the room lit only dimly by the few candles spread here and there and a lone lantern on the nearby coffee table he sat and lifted the bottle of bourbon to his lips while he wordlessly watched her beautiful body her crimson blood run from her nose and drop from the fresh cut on her breast.