Jokas_Wild
Verbal Napalm
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- Apr 12, 2004
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- One moment it was her lips pressed to a welt, tongue against flesh. Abruptly gone. He still wouldn't open his eyes though, refused to search out his own demise. Jaw clenched tightly shut, trying to control the shaking and establish a normal pattern of breath. The process is interrupted by the feel of her fingers on his ribs, no, in between his ribs to be exact. Probing the intercostal spaces, sliding backwards towards his spine before suddenly curling and raking forward with a enough force to puff and redden flesh. His breath reflexively caught and he swore he heard her purr accordingly. Sick fuck. Then again, he asked for it. Maybe sick fuck was a shared trait. -
"I don't intend to stop dear one."
- It was a mix of words and sensations. Nails skimming the lines skewing his thighs. Mention of his desire for oblivion. Her promised deliverance. Nails grasping flesh on each side of his hips. Her leg sliding up his, cock sliding along delicate thigh before resting on lips. Grip tightened, unable to move, a groan of frustration, aching. She set the pace. She moved her hips, wet heat gliding against aching desire; nails digging into hips the perfect opposite sensation. -
- She was so fucking close. A long moment of choppy breathing but nothing more. Then a brief meeting of lips and suddenly her nails released his flesh. A moment of calm. He licked his lips, anxious for whatever was next. He never expected a warm breath or the accompanying moments of bliss thereafter. The groan was instant but trailed off in frustration, pleasure lasting only a few fleeting moments. He didn't really expect anything other then such treatment but god damn if it wasn't maddening when lust clouded every thought. -
"Open your eyes...... look at me...... now"
- Instantly he shook his head in defiance, it was something akin to looking into the abyss. A hard twisting of flesh served as motivation but that wasn't what made his gaze snap open. It was her scent. He inhaled sharply and couldn't help but breathe in her essence when in that close of proximity. It stimulated some part of his primal brain, pricked an endorphine rush. He looked at her with the gaze of a man driven half mad, pulled in multiple directions of lust, pain, survival, fear, revenge. The ensuing kiss literally sucked the oxygen from his lungs, it seemed as though she were trying to consume his very essence. He couldn't be a more willing supplier. -
- He felt her gently push him back into his original standing position, resetting him for the next portion of their game. A few moments of respite, thumbs stroking cheeks as she held his gaze, studying his condition. Apparently she was satisfied with what she saw, trailing lines from collarbones to hips. Very little of his flesh remained unmarked by this point but things were still far from over. She disappeared to the table to grab some new device, some new fucked way of upping the ante. -
"This will be cold, very cold."
- Understatement of the day. The first spray hit skin and instantly he screamed, the jolt literally almost heart stopping. Everything came sharply into focus, the haze dashed leaving only the immediate reality of pain and chill. -
"YOU FUCKING CUNT!"
- She ignored him. A constant stream of icy water repeatedly hit flesh, so cold that it was no longer a relief. They both knew that a sudden body temperature change that extreme could cause hypothermic shock. Unfortunately both had enough medical knowledge to know what the limit was, how to push within the safety. Shivers wracked his whole body, teeth literally chattering aloud as he involuntarily shook to promote warmth. She made slow circles, making sure not to miss even an inch of heated flesh, dropping body temperature like it were picking petals from a flower. The only way to stay coherent, to keep himself off the floor was to talk and he directed all of his efforts towards that. -
"When I get through this, I'm going to fuck, kill and then eat you. Very, very slowly. I'm going to torture you. Do you understand me?"
- Apparently she was unimpressed with his threats. The next sensation was of a new flogger, cut differently then the previous one for these straps were designed to shred. The addition of the water made sure that every blow stuck, that welted flesh split that much easier. Unlike before, there seemed no rhyme or reason to these strikes. He was panting in short order, feeling thin trails of blood starting to form at various points across his skin. Sometimes she would strike as he breathed in. Randomly it would be nothing would happen for several moments. Other times, his whole world would explode in a whirl of sting and pain. -
"Fuuuuuuuck. I....jesus. I can't believe I'm still here. I want to pass out so fucking bad. But I'm not going to drop..."
- Even though bloodied with teeth chattering and body shaking like a leaf in the fall breeze, his expression remained defiant. Stupid pride. Clearly it was trying to get him killed today. The thought made him grin, even chuckle a little. People always told him that one day his mouth was going to write a check that his ass simply couldn't cash... -
"I don't intend to stop dear one."
- It was a mix of words and sensations. Nails skimming the lines skewing his thighs. Mention of his desire for oblivion. Her promised deliverance. Nails grasping flesh on each side of his hips. Her leg sliding up his, cock sliding along delicate thigh before resting on lips. Grip tightened, unable to move, a groan of frustration, aching. She set the pace. She moved her hips, wet heat gliding against aching desire; nails digging into hips the perfect opposite sensation. -
- She was so fucking close. A long moment of choppy breathing but nothing more. Then a brief meeting of lips and suddenly her nails released his flesh. A moment of calm. He licked his lips, anxious for whatever was next. He never expected a warm breath or the accompanying moments of bliss thereafter. The groan was instant but trailed off in frustration, pleasure lasting only a few fleeting moments. He didn't really expect anything other then such treatment but god damn if it wasn't maddening when lust clouded every thought. -
"Open your eyes...... look at me...... now"
- Instantly he shook his head in defiance, it was something akin to looking into the abyss. A hard twisting of flesh served as motivation but that wasn't what made his gaze snap open. It was her scent. He inhaled sharply and couldn't help but breathe in her essence when in that close of proximity. It stimulated some part of his primal brain, pricked an endorphine rush. He looked at her with the gaze of a man driven half mad, pulled in multiple directions of lust, pain, survival, fear, revenge. The ensuing kiss literally sucked the oxygen from his lungs, it seemed as though she were trying to consume his very essence. He couldn't be a more willing supplier. -
- He felt her gently push him back into his original standing position, resetting him for the next portion of their game. A few moments of respite, thumbs stroking cheeks as she held his gaze, studying his condition. Apparently she was satisfied with what she saw, trailing lines from collarbones to hips. Very little of his flesh remained unmarked by this point but things were still far from over. She disappeared to the table to grab some new device, some new fucked way of upping the ante. -
"This will be cold, very cold."
- Understatement of the day. The first spray hit skin and instantly he screamed, the jolt literally almost heart stopping. Everything came sharply into focus, the haze dashed leaving only the immediate reality of pain and chill. -
"YOU FUCKING CUNT!"
- She ignored him. A constant stream of icy water repeatedly hit flesh, so cold that it was no longer a relief. They both knew that a sudden body temperature change that extreme could cause hypothermic shock. Unfortunately both had enough medical knowledge to know what the limit was, how to push within the safety. Shivers wracked his whole body, teeth literally chattering aloud as he involuntarily shook to promote warmth. She made slow circles, making sure not to miss even an inch of heated flesh, dropping body temperature like it were picking petals from a flower. The only way to stay coherent, to keep himself off the floor was to talk and he directed all of his efforts towards that. -
"When I get through this, I'm going to fuck, kill and then eat you. Very, very slowly. I'm going to torture you. Do you understand me?"
- Apparently she was unimpressed with his threats. The next sensation was of a new flogger, cut differently then the previous one for these straps were designed to shred. The addition of the water made sure that every blow stuck, that welted flesh split that much easier. Unlike before, there seemed no rhyme or reason to these strikes. He was panting in short order, feeling thin trails of blood starting to form at various points across his skin. Sometimes she would strike as he breathed in. Randomly it would be nothing would happen for several moments. Other times, his whole world would explode in a whirl of sting and pain. -
"Fuuuuuuuck. I....jesus. I can't believe I'm still here. I want to pass out so fucking bad. But I'm not going to drop..."
- Even though bloodied with teeth chattering and body shaking like a leaf in the fall breeze, his expression remained defiant. Stupid pride. Clearly it was trying to get him killed today. The thought made him grin, even chuckle a little. People always told him that one day his mouth was going to write a check that his ass simply couldn't cash... -
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