SCATTERINGS


Chpt 3


   He stared down at her, unable to take his eyes of this woman, this slut
who would do anything he thought about, he felt curiously drained, but he
dismissed that feeling, rearranging his trousers he gestured for her to
get up off the ground, he smiled at her, not a particularly nice smile and
said roughly "I got some place nice to take you, where we can have some
more fun". She smiled back at him, but in his present state he didnt see
the dangerous edges lurking beneath it, in his way, she thought, this one
was more dangerous than Henry, ahhh, but that would make the meal SO much
better, the more control they think they have over you the harder they
fall.

   They drove for a while, his thoughts were a constant stream of lurid
pornographic snapshots, sifting through them, she saw perhaps some of the
acts he expecting her to participate in, and while sex in this
transformation didnt afford her any pleasure, she also saw the expected
reactions she was supposed to give, from what she could see, it was always
his pleasure that was paramount.

    Turning up a dark driveway, along a winding road, he pulled up outside
a ramshackle old place, he stopped the car and got out, coming around to
her side he yanked open the door and watched as she got out, he pointed to
inside the house and told her to get comfortable, by that he meant she was
to strip naked and be waiting for him legs spread. She went inside,
stripped her clothes off checked that her transformation wasnt slipping and
laid down on the smelly un-made bed.

  He finally came in, carrying a few things, ropes, a whip and some chains,
she saw these and decided that things were NOT going to get that far, his
actions were beginning to be distasteful, even to a Homnoi, next time she
vowed that she wasn't going to feed off another diseased mind. Still she
lay passively on the bed, his eyes roamed over her naked body, he came and
sat next to her on the bed, she was prepared for almost anything, and had a
range of responses that he seemed to think were appropriate for any number
of acts he was to perform upon her body.

  His hands traced the outline of her face, down along her chin, across her
shoulders, her eyes closed as she sighed gently, his hands warm and
soothing on her breasts as he cupped them in both hands, he leant down and
whispered in her ear "Whats your name whore?". She opened her eyes and said
"Troya". She could hear his breathing loud and uneven, "Spik, slope, Ruski
maybe, yeah, sounds Ruski, aint never fucked a Ruski before, you better be
good, Whore" he went on to describe in great detail what he was going to do
to her, in character and because he wanted and needed that sort of reaction
she was totally enthusiastic.

 First he tied her hands together with the cord, she knew she could break
that with a mere flick of her finger, that didnt worry her at all, he
arranged her hands so they were over her head, her breasts jutting out, he
ran a finger along the underside of her breast, she moaned softly, reaching
up suddenly he pinched her nipple between two fingers, she gasped loudly, he
seemed pleased by that as he tweaked and pinched her nipples with
increasing force, until one pinch made her scream, he smiled down at her,
pleased with her reaction.

  Troya was getting very bored with the whole scene, she decided to move
things along a bit, needing to get him angry, she opened her eyes and let
loose with a stream of invective, ending up with a well aimed glob of spit
that landed on his face and dripped down onto his sleeve. He slapped her
face several times, confused by the sudden change in her demeanour,
from willing participant to this fury, punctuating each slap with a epithet
slap, "WHORE" slap, "SLUT" slap "BITCH" and ended up with a slap that set
her ears ringing, he was angry, past angry and into dangerously calm maniac
cunning, she could sense the turmoil in his head, the 'demons' he
had thought of were clawing at the barriers he had erected in his mind and
were calling to him in words that drove him close to the edge of insanity,
good, good she fed off his anger, and that made her strong, she fed off his
insanity and that made her invincible.