[ w's maybe never seen anybody move like this. and for good fucking reason: she's in the business of inducing pain and terror, never pleasure. every little detail texas dropped about this place earlier made her so sure she really doesn't have any business being in a hedonistic hell like this, but now there is this one amusing little collision of her storied talent for causing grievous bodily harm and the general modus operandi of this gaudy shit heap.
maybe this won't be the most painful torture she's ever endured. it sure is fun to fuck lappland to the absolute boundary of her panties, too shallow to do much but make a mess and threaten to nick some skin. especially when she starts to writhe, w's fingers tightening around her throat in instinctive response, her knee driving her crushingly against the wall to keep her from flailing out of her grip.
even that might not work and it makes w snicker all over again. ]
There you are. I knew you were a nasty, feral fucking freak all along. Holy shit! I bet if I stuffed you full of explosives you'd blow before I could even pull the fucking trigger.
[ whatever she's doing between lappland's legs now, there's a pop of pressure and heat, probably the sensation of charred bits of lace sliding away where they aren't stuck fast by lappland's own slick. she's such a mess — and now w is too, blood pumping hot down her forearm. she'll get lappland for that, even has a plan in mind, but for now she crams the knife between those wide-spread and begging thighs, growling when it sinks deep into her cunt with no resistance at all. still, she's snarling: ]
Take it, you filthy fucking bitch. Beg me to drive this thing straight into your fucking guts. Might as well confess all that sick shit on your mind, the timer's ticking down fast.
[ she can make those ticks thunder inside of her, turn the heat of the plastic up to a nigh unbearable degree. there's a balance here that only someone with either a deep genius or unhealthy obsession could manage, between the melting point of this prop and the ignition of the charge within it. lappland's really so lucky she's in such capable hands. ]
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maybe this won't be the most painful torture she's ever endured. it sure is fun to fuck lappland to the absolute boundary of her panties, too shallow to do much but make a mess and threaten to nick some skin. especially when she starts to writhe, w's fingers tightening around her throat in instinctive response, her knee driving her crushingly against the wall to keep her from flailing out of her grip.
even that might not work and it makes w snicker all over again. ]
There you are. I knew you were a nasty, feral fucking freak all along. Holy shit! I bet if I stuffed you full of explosives you'd blow before I could even pull the fucking trigger.
[ whatever she's doing between lappland's legs now, there's a pop of pressure and heat, probably the sensation of charred bits of lace sliding away where they aren't stuck fast by lappland's own slick. she's such a mess — and now w is too, blood pumping hot down her forearm. she'll get lappland for that, even has a plan in mind, but for now she crams the knife between those wide-spread and begging thighs, growling when it sinks deep into her cunt with no resistance at all. still, she's snarling: ]
Take it, you filthy fucking bitch. Beg me to drive this thing straight into your fucking guts. Might as well confess all that sick shit on your mind, the timer's ticking down fast.
[ she can make those ticks thunder inside of her, turn the heat of the plastic up to a nigh unbearable degree. there's a balance here that only someone with either a deep genius or unhealthy obsession could manage, between the melting point of this prop and the ignition of the charge within it. lappland's really so lucky she's in such capable hands. ]