So the afternoon goes, in cyclic rotation. While not the sexy luxury getaway I’d been led to expect, it’s so much more intense, so extravagantly gratifying that I find it impossible to mind. All my remaining being is focused solely on loving such wildly erotic suffering while trying to convince Cara of the honesty of at least my willing commitment to her original deadly intent. It’s an all-day endeavor and yet I never once falter. By the time the late-afternoon swelter has sapped even these insatiable rapists’ zeal I actually think I might be making progress.
“What did I tell you, Lucy? We’ve been pig-spitting this sissy for five f*****g hours now and he still can’t get enough of it. Can you, b***h?” She pulls out of my dripping lips.
Despite the ravages inflicted on my throat I force my
