BDSM He tied her and flogged her and laughed at her screams, and they thought that at last they might even find heaven, though battened by roles that theyd chosen. A curious means of ascension... But, ah, those screams! All part of the script, but she felt them too as they bled through her eyes and fed his tumescence. And now, their hearts, souls, skin, guts--engaged in the effort to stop the clock ticking... Her writhing, captured in freeze-frame, an image, helpless beneath him, an ice sculpture put to the fire; his was that of a god that shed conjured, born of her boredom and fear, now looming above her, power put to her pleasure, again in freeze-frame--that blink of an eye or the eon where hell claims all rapture. Time inched and they struggled again and again, rapidamente, to wrench the clock back to that last magic moment that held them in thrall chained together. Doomed effort! Time demanded they enter hell fully, with new eyes to see that each was the other, one craving the lash and the death that comes with it, the other the power to kill at long last and to laugh. But hell is the realm of the blind to begin with, and what is new sight but the vision of fools who still seek their heaven in murder? Indifferent--sadistic!--time spanked.
Posted on: Fri, 24 Oct 2014 05:02:37 +0000
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