Thread: Opposites Attract (ClearSight & SomethingEsoteric)

Jos entire body began to rattle with a certain calibre of ecstasy that meant only one thing she was almost there! Her throat was beginning to grow hoarse and strained from all the screaming, her lungs swelling with such a state of flux she didnt know it had ever been in this sort of duress. Each hard smack to the reddened flesh of her shapely bottom made her jolt forward, her knees and shoulders beginning to sting from the carpet and chagrined, unwilling, utterly and implicitly refusing would she be to admit it the words that came that should have cut like knives, the hard smacks of humiliation, the condescension and domination it all aroused her further even if it made her furious in the same breath. When Myras fingers slid from her ass and delivered yet another smack the gasps shed given before now sounded more like a whimper, a desperate sluts plea for more of the drug that kept her alive, the drug shed been denied for so long! not even Faith gave her this sort of guttural animalistic scream from a pleasure she could only imagine shed experienced in the number of previous lives shed lived in candle light and dark ages. Yet another sort of sound that could only be described as one of desperation, vulnerability and need came when she was flipped over onto her back Jo choking on her own drool and lust from the orgasm Myra had stolen from her. Shed fallen quite far in such a short amount of time, her flesh normally pale as marble was red and swollen in several places, her face and breasts flushed, her cheeks and lips slick and glistening with saliva, eyes glowing bright blue as they rolled back in her head, hair a mess, some flowing out in every angle some plastered to her face, she looked every bit the shameless slut Myra was claiming her to be a tweak to her nipple that sent ripples of pain and pleasure both through her frame sealing it as she gasped with such force her stomach sunk and her ribs rose toward the ceiling her skin pulling tight along their many rowed surface. Her eyes rolled downward to find Myras when she was grabbed hard by her hair, searing pain finding the side of her scalp the attention Myra demanded given without the two following slaps with similar result, two squeaks, one when her body jerked to the right away from the hand that smacked her tits another that had her chin digging into her chest as her cheek found the imprint of a hand tingling along it. Her eyes shut tight, lips and brow twitching in their wrinkled tensing. Her mind was so scattered with mixed emotion, desire and ecstasy coupled with the sharp words of the woman perched atop her. Fucked silly was right and that was more than just impeding her ability to think with anything resembling clarity, she knew there was a demanding request but what it was eluded her all she knew was she was being denied the orgasm she was ready to beg for and each breath, warble and wriggled beneath Myra seemed a begging sort of act in its own right even the way she returned the kiss forced upon her with sloppy lust seemed a plea for something more. Before she knew it the kiss was broken and her lust drunk state shattered for the briefest of moments just long enough to renegotiate her position and start to struggle with searing rage a hiss piercing the air as she fought on her back to sit up beneath Myra who was finding herself atop her chest. Once again she was pinned down with ease, face just inches below Myras sopping petals, her lower body wriggling and twisting to and fro beneath her. Geh-hnnnrgh! Geh off! She growled and shouted, kicking her feet, hands balling to fists then splaying with each of her nails sharpening like she was prepared to tear the mutt bitch atop her to ribbons only for her demands to be muffled by Myras burning hot sex. Her mouth hadnt quite caught up with Myras hips she was still hissing and screaming demands of freedom into the hot lusting cavity, it didnt seem to matter, Myra was still apparently being brought toward satisfaction then it came Come on slut, if you want more you better give me something good. and with it did come a blink in her features, that very moment if she had a soul it would be seen shattering behind those bright blues. The burning intensity in her expression tapered down to a lull, eyes sliding shut, the struggle and fight in the rest of her fading, her lips spreading and her tongue not just waggling demands but instead sliding passed her teeth, over her lips and into the entrance of Myras vagina lapping at the walls with the best effort she could muster humiliated as she was.