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CHAPTER FIVE

"Frankly, Patrolman Cooper," Lt. Hardisty said, "you did a good job making that narcotics confiscation with the use of those government dogs. The commissioner's office downtown is very pleased."

I nodded matter of factly. He wasn't blowing any smoke up my ass telling me that. After all, the news of the bust had been all over the front page – it had even temporarily pushed the rapist back to page two. It was the first time a policewoman had ever made such a score, and the press was playing it up big, meaning that the force was stuck with me now whether they liked it or not. More specifically, the 69th precinct was stuck with me, because the word had come from downtown that I was to be given not only a citation for distinguished service, but a raise in pay grade. And, most important, Hardisty had no choice but to upgrade my assignments.

"I kept my part of the bargain," I reminded him, "now are you ready to keep yours?"

He said he was and told me that I was being assigned to a new partner.

"Who's that?" I asked skeptically.

"Ted Thoransson."

"Never heard of him," I said, beginning to smell a rat.

My dubiousness must have shown because Hardisty immediately took great pains to assure me, "Don't worry, he's not just some ordinary flatfoot."

"Then who is he?"

"He just transferred in here."

"That's my reward, huh, a rookie?" I exclaimed disbelievingly.

"Calm down. He's a transfer to this precinct, but he's not new to the force, not by a long shot. He's a plainclothes detective being sent over here to help us with the rape case."

"But I'm a patrolwoman…"

"That's what I'm trying to tell you," Hardisty said, looking like it was going to kill him to give me this news. "For the time being you're going to be transferred to plainclothes. And if you do well, it may be permanent. And in the long run, there may be a detective's shield in it for you."

For once I was speechless.

"Are you all right, Cooper?" he said.

"I can't believe you're telling me this," I said.

"Here," he said, shoving a carbon copy of the order from downtown into my startled face. "Now go upstairs and meet your new partner."

Ted Thoransson turned out to be a cop's cop. He was about forty and looked as hard as nails, but unlike most cops, had a glint of a sense of humor in his gray eyes if you cared to look past their surface steeliness. He was the department's ace detective at solving sex crimes, and had on his record numerous citations for breaking up scores of them. His reputation was such that when a precinct was stymied by a series of sex crimes, they turned to Thoransson, confident that he could crack it and get them out of hot water.

The minute I met him I knew he was an unusual cop. He didn't look at me like I was rotten bananas, but actually seemed to like the idea of working with a woman. Jesus, I thought, this guy must be good or they would have run him off the force a long time ago for having such subversive attitudes.

Thoransson carried himself and talked like a kind of hip John Wayne, which is to say that he was rugged and masculine but his mind and opinions weren't off in right field waving an American flag.

"This is going to be a pleasure," he drawled when he met me, sticking out a big, friendly hand for me to shake, never leaving any room for doubt that he considered me his equal.

I was the only person he talked to after we were introduced, leaving all the other idiots at the precinct, who were creaming in their uniforms to try and impress a real detective with how important they were standing there with egg on their faces. Every once in a while one of them would try and interrupt Thoransson and me, but he would cut them short immediately with something like, "If you'll excuse me, I'm interested in hearing Miss Cooper's… Melanie's opinions, because she's the one I'm going to be cracking this case with."

Boy, if that didn't put the bastards in their places.

Finally, Thoransson, or Ted, as I was already starting to call him, got tired of all those toads hopping around his ankles and said, "Let's blow this joint, Melanie, and go someplace where we can be alone and dope this case out."

"Sure thing," I agreed, and we turned and left the rest of them standing there with expressions of amazement.

Ted began our collaboration by giving me a crash course in sex crimes so I would be familiar with the methods of operation and the kind of criminal who commits them, and also so I wouldn't be too shocked by the kind of thing I was likely to run into.

We were at his apartment for some privacy and he walked over and pulled a bottle of brandy off a shelf and poured a big slug of it into a snifter, handing it to me and saying, "Here, have some of this. It'll settle you down for what I'm about to show you."

I downed the brandy, feeling it tickling down my throat and filling my stomach with warmth as he filled my glass again and then handed me a manila envelope.

"What's this?" I asked, opening the envelope and starting to remove the contents.

"Pictures. They say a picture is worth a thousand words, and these pictures will explain to you more than I ever could what kind of a person we're going up against. These're sex crime pictures from the files of the Deviate Control Squad. Even the regular cops don't have access to see these beauties because they're so disgusting and far out."

"How come?"

"The boys downtown are afraid that if the regular cops saw pictures like these they'd get so heated up they'd probably beat any suspects in sex crimes to a pulp before they ever got them to the precinct."

"Where did these come from, who took them?" I asked.

"Some of our police photographers took some of them and others were confiscated from the personal effects of sex criminals after they were apprehended. Hold your breath and take a look. I hope you drank enough brandy."

I looked at the pictures, but it wasn't easy as I continuously sipped brandy to keep my equilibrium. They ran the gamut of every kind of sexual perversion you could think of, and some I certainly hadn't thought of myself (fucking a chicken?). Mostly, though, they were visions of brutality, sadomasochistic fantasies come to life in which people inflicted unspeakable tortures on others, almost always centering on their sex organs. There were pictures of cocks bound in rawhide, cunt lips pulled splittingly apart by intricate chains attached to the clit and outer pussy folds, bloody whip marks crisscrossing tits and asses, harnesses that shackled women to such an extent that they seemed to be reduced to gaping bursting cunts and nothing else.

"Being kinky is one thing," I said, shaking my head, "but this violence…"

"That's the hallmark of the sex criminal," Ted said. "That's what I'm trying to get across to you."

"But why do they have to resort to such atrocities, such… surely they could find someone who…" I stumbled, words failing me.

"That's just the point," he said, "you've hit the nail on the head. The world is full of enough different kinds of people, that if they wanted to, these deviates could probably find somebody else who likes the same kind of sex that they do. But that's not all they're after. Getting it the easy way is no fun for them. They aren't happy unless they take it against someone's will. Actually, a lot of the perversions in these pictures might make for enjoyable and rewarding sex if both parties consented."

"I can see what you mean," I agreed, taking a drink from my glass which Ted had just filled again. "It isn't the things they do that's so objectionable, it's, I guess, that one makes the other do it against her will…"

"And his will," Ted smiled.

"You mean?"

"Sure, there're plenty of woman freaks too."

"Wow."

"Well, don't let me stop you from what you were trying to say," he said, moving closer to me on the couch.

"What I was going to say was that I guess it's the cruelty that makes it wrong; the shame of being forced to do that sort of thing."

"Precisely," he said. "The use of sexual aids or paraphernalia doesn't have to be cruel. It can be fun. Almost a breath of fresh air as a change once in awhile from the routine of ordinary sex."

Suddenly the brandy which I had been drinking so copiously hit me and I put my hands to my temples, my face flushing. "Wow," I breathed huskily, "the combination of those pictures and this brandy is some stuff. I don't know if I'll be able to drive home until my head stops spinning."

"Why don't you just lie down here for awhile," he invited. "You relax on the couch and I'll go get something I'd like to show you."

I closed my eyes and when I opened them, Ted was standing next to me with a large cardboard box. My head had stopped spinning from the brandy, but when I looked into the box it started reeling again for a different reason. Inside the box was a collection of harnesses and whips, glistening black corsets and panties, bras with the center clipped out of the cups, chains and shackles, and God knows what else.

"This is stuff I've collected over the years," he said, "evidence from different cases I've worked on."

"How does all this stuff work?" I giggled, realizing that I was drunk and that I couldn't sober up if I wanted to.

"Wanna see?" he winked.

"It would be kind of like research," I tittered, suddenly realizing that I was more than merely plastered. I was turned on from the constant suggestion of sex, Ted's presence, the warming brandy, and the box of kinky paraphernalia, all of which had served to abruptly turn my cunt into a steaming nest of passion as I felt it start to glow between my thighs, turning the crotch of my panties into a sopping rag with a warm discharge of sensual stickiness.

"Here, try these on for size," he said, picking some stuff up out of the box and throwing it to me. "You go into the bedroom and put it on while I slip into something… uh, more comfortable, and we'll surprise each other."

I caught the wadded up stuff, feeling the slick surfaces of leather and rubber in my hands. I dutifully got up and took the apparel into the bedroom and threw it on the bed, undressing to get into it, my head reeling from a combination of drunkenness and horniness.

I would be lying if I told you that I hadn't had the possibility of fucking Ted on my mind when I agreed to go to his apartment. I'm just that kind of girl – not cheap, but healthy. Put me alone with a big, strong, attractive man and I'm not going to stop nature from taking its course. My cunt craves the luxury of a hot stiff cock pumping up inside of it as much as any girl's, probably more than usual, I guess, because I like to think I'm not as neurotic about sex as most people. However, I certainly hadn't expected the evening to turn into a masquerade party. On the other hand, as I slipped my drenched panties off my sopping crotch and felt their saturated fabric peel off my matted, musky, pussy hair, the aroma of sex wafting up from between my thighs and filling my nostrils, I knew that I was so turned on that I wasn't going to be satisfied until I left with a load of jizz up my hungry cunt, and, who knew, this might be an interesting new way to get it.

I put on the costume laying on the bed, trying to figure out where each unusual thing went, and then stood in front of the mirror studying my outfit.

What I had put on was a frilly little maid's uniform. It had a tight corset that made my throbbing tits come way up, and under the stiff, short skirt, I was wearing a special pair of panties made out of black rubber that were open at the crotch.

When I walked out of the bedroom, my cunt was burning in anticipation, sliding in harness of the tight rubber panties, the lips bulging in a sobbing hairy furrow from the crevice of clenching black slickness.

But the sensation I was feeling was nothing compared to the sexual electricity that coursed through my horny body when I saw Ted.

He was standing with his legs apart and his hands cocked on his hips, looking as close to the devil himself as I could imagine. He was wearing some sort of black leather costume with all sorts of straps and buckles and laces, with a sinister black cape swirling around his shoulders like a shroud. He gripped a long, snake-like whip that curled sensuously like a cobra to the floor.

Right in the center of his studded leather ensemble his crotch was open, the leather cut away so that his cock was standing free. And what a cock it was; a ten-inch beauty that started in an unruly nest of jet-black crotch hair and rose like a marble column from his taut round balls.

His swinging boom reached out to me, drawing me magnetically toward it so that all I wanted to do was throw myself at his feet, thankful for any piece of himself that he would deign to give me. God, my pussy was throbbing so hard in the open slot of the clinging rubber panties that I thought I was going to come right there without even being touched.

"Oh, my God," I cried, throwing myself to the floor at his feet and reaching up and throwing my trembling hands around his twitching cock, virtually hanging on it. "Let me suck that monster. Let me feel your cock in my mouth. I'll do anything you want."

His response was nothing like I had anticipated. For when I looked up at his face, expecting him to tell me to go ahead and suck his cock, instead of pleasure I read anger on it, lines of scorn pinching his mouth and narrowing his eyes so that they seemed to burn through my prickling skin.

"You slime," he hissed, "you rotten turd. What makes you think you're good enough to suck my magnificent prick? You think I let just any filthy little tramp put her scummy mouth on my sacred cock? How do I know you're not diseased?"

Logically, I should have been immediately turned off and gotten the hell out of there. But there was some mysteriously erotic intangible working, something about the ambiance and the costumes we were wearing, something about the memory of all those lewd pictures I had seen, something about the alcohol that seared my fuzzy brain, made it all take on a different light. Instead of being offended by what he said, I found myself turned on even more, my cunt gushing helplessly from the impact of his harsh words, the creamy discharge secreting milkily and oozing from my burgeoning gash which pouted from the clenching slit of my tight rubber panties.

"Tell me what to do," I begged, my pussy pulsing with the degrading words.

"Lick my boots and prove how low you really are," he snarled, the spittle flying from his lips.

I thrust my nose to the cold toe of his black leather boots and began licking furiously, the sloshing of my wet tongue against the polished leather matching the continued bubbling of my hopelessly aroused cunt.

"Hurry up, you silly bitch!" he ordered. "And don't forget to lick the soles… in case I stepped in any dog shit."

When I didn't respond fast enough to suit him, I saw his clenched hand rise and the long black whip come out of nowhere and snap across my back, encircling my waist like an enraged python. My raw flesh bulged in pulsing welts through the slashed material of the maid's uniform as I shook in shuddering spasms.

Jesus, I thought as I felt my cunt drool thrillingly between my legs, smearing my thighs with a thick froth and puddling in warm splatted drops on the floor, this isn't cruelty. This is coming!

Incredibly enough, without actually having even been touched by Ted, I had already come in his presence, experiencing a powerful shuddering orgasm just by the power of his command to lick his boots, and the filthy insults he spewed my way, and the sweet caress of his terrible lash, lacerating my back to the point of swollen red bubbling. My cunt was as wringing wet and filled with excitement as if it had just had one or even two charging, spurting cocks up it.

My God, I thought, if this is happening to me now, what am I going to be like before this is over?

I deliriously fell to his boots again, anxious to win a place in his favor by doing what he wished, no matter how degrading. By now, just the taste and scent of the leather turned me on, a shock wave which hit my cunt with a bang, my clit springing out from the top of my pussy at least an inch, my pubic hair sticking straight out, and my engorged fucking canal choked to the brim with a bubbling fresh load of pussy juice. Coming repeatedly, my body shaking so badly I could hardly keep my balance, I steadied myself and made oral love to his boot, massaging it with my lips, tongue and teeth as carefully as I would have the sweetest of stiff cocks.

But I couldn't satisfy him, which excited me all the more, as he growled, "Enough of this silly shit," and swung the boot that I wasn't licking so that it crashed against my ear, the impact filling my head with ringing and sending me toppling in a heap on the floor.

I looked up into his cold gray eyes and saw his twisted lips spit in disgust, "I see the only way you'll be good for a damn thing will be to give you a good hard fucking."

"Oh, yes!" I cried, coming to life from such a cunt-thrilling suggestion, reaching out in his general direction.

"But first you must be prepared. Anoint my noble cock with your trembling lips, bitch."

Oh yes, yes, I thought as I got up and leapt to his long, stiff prick, seizing it in my hungry mouth as I began to lick and kiss it ardently, reveling in the faint aroma and taste of urine emanating from his cock.

I nibbled on his prick. I hung on for dear life – I teased it, I tortured it – I did everything I could think of to his already swollen battering ram of a cock to get it harder, stiffer, longer, and even more swollen for its impending eruption of cum, so that finally it would at last explode inside my mouth, tearing my throat apart with lava-hot missiles of molten jizz. The more he brutally shoved inside of me, the more I loved it, savoring the delicious flesh of his brawny long cock, loving its sleek graceful lines coursing in luxury through my mouth, the rising and drooping slope of the rim of the knotty head sliding into my sensitive throat.

I gagged as my throat closed around his cock like a live sponge, my eyeballs bobbing as I desperately fought for breath, starved of oxygen but still determined not to let go of the incredibly firm cock that was choking me.

No matter if I had turned blue, I wouldn't have released his sweet-tasting dick for anything. But suddenly it was taken away from me, snatched out of my throat in an angry thrust, the turgid meat of his cock sliding roughly over my startled lips.

"Enough of your filthy spit soiling my flawless cock," he said, as though he were some kind of medieval royalty and I were the scum of scums. "Spread your skinny pipe-stem legs so I can go about preparing you for the fuck that will turn you into a woman instead of a flat-chested, shit-assed little girl. It's best I clean your filthy pussy out in advance with my wondrous tongue; there's no telling what you've got up there."

I fell on my back and parted my legs, feeling my cunt thrust out toward him as though it were a hairy hand, my pussy lips the squishy fingers that beckoned him to do as he pleased to my helpless, sopping twat.

He got on his knees and shot his tongue up me like a hot lance. My pussy lips, thrust out in extraordinary engorgement by the slit in the tight rubber panties, reached out to his face like tendrils on a man-eating plant, grasping onto his face, sucking the blood from his cheeks. His nose and mouth entered my cunt and began reaming me out. The rough taste buds of his tongue scraped my ultra-sensitive cunt walls, setting, off tremors of agonized delight. His nose found its way to my cleat-like clit and pushed against it, activating an alarm system within my body that sent off blaring sirens and clanging bells.

God, I was coming and coming again, as one orgasmic wave eclipsed the one preceding it until they were all rolled into one.

His tongue was like an avenging dick, twisting in and out of my fucking canal like a corkscrew as he tasted my cunt juice, the fluid lapping up in his face like shaving cream. I leaned back on my elbows and exulted in what was happening to me, my cunt answering every searing thrust of his vengeful tongue with a noose-like constriction around the cock-like member that shot like a rapier from his drooling mouth.

But then suddenly the tongue was gone as abruptly as his cock had vanished from my mouth as he withdrew his face from my pussy and I was left there stranded.

"Please," I begged, my thighs apart and my hungry cunt staring him directly in the eye, "don't leave me like this. Do something to me. Anything!"

"One last preparation to get you properly ready for the fuck," he said gravely, pronouncing "the fuck" as though it was not going to be just any fuck, but one of significance.

"Anything, master, anything," I said spontaneously, the humiliating words just seeming to come with horrible naturalness.

His right hand moved like it had before, and again, out of nowhere, the black fang of the whip bit into me, only this time slicing into my thigh.

"Do you like it?" he sneered.

"Yes, yes, of course. More, master, more," I babbled deliriously as he accommodated me by slicing a matching brand across my other thigh. My legs and thighs quivered in shock, but I was determined to keep them apart, flaunting my sobbing, drooling cunt at him in the hope that he would finally penetrate it and rip it apart with his sword of a cock.

"Yes, a lowly germ like you would like to be punished. You know why, cunt?" he yelled.

"No, master, no, tell me how inferior I am," I pleaded, begging to be degraded.

"Because you're so low, so loathsome, that you know this is what you deserve. You know it's your pleasure to be whipped by me. You should feel honored I even take the time to do this to you."

"Oh, do it, do it to me," I moaned, not sure of exactly what I meant, just anxious to feel some more stimulation.

"One last thing," he said with an inscrutable smile so that I couldn't prepare myself for what was coming next.

Out of thin air the whip appeared, cracking downward like a surgeon's scalpel and slicing a thin, bloody nick into my cunt, transforming my cunt lips into a temporary fount of blood that inundated my crotch with bubbling red stickiness, giving my pussy hair a dripping, bizarre glow.

The throbbing pain I instantly felt was only an impetus toward further coming, a trigger that released an orgasmic instinct that convulsed my whole body, producing great clots of creamy fluid in my cunt that bubbled droolingly to the surface and mixed in a rich emulsion with the blood in my pussy. I writhed in front of him, winking my bloody, creamy, hairy cunt at him like a neon light.

"Now you're ready," he pronounced, and then promptly left the room as I sobbed in despair on the floor.

As I looked up when he returned, I couldn't believe what I saw. Out of a polished wood chest, his hands emerged with a huge dildo, jet-black and as long as my arms, it seemed. When he started to adjust himself for what was next, I could see that his leather suit had special straps to buckle the monster rod in place.

"Well?" he said with great agitation, obviously expecting some from me.

I was at a loss for a response.

"Get up off your lazy ass and help me with this, you slimy bitch," he ordered.

I frantically got to my feet, weaving from the dizziness, my cunt a throbbing wound between my legs, its pursing lips begging for more through the searing pain. Somehow I managed to stay erect and helped him buckle and strap the enormous tool around his waist. I teetered backward, regarding in abject astonishment the girth and length of the enormous black prong that wavered menacingly from between his legs, dwarfing his real cock which jutted straight underneath the dildo in parallel stiffness. God, what it would be like to have that hard rubber thing stuck up me, I thought, quivering all over in anticipation.

"Get over to that coffee table and lean forward. And while you're doing it you might as well pray for God to save your soul after I'm through with you, you cheap whore."

I did as I was told, throwing my torso over the top of the table – and shooting my ass up in the air so I could feel my spread cheeks and pulsating cunt exposed by the opening in the rubber panties. I could feel his hot breath on my asshole and cunt at first, and then I felt him press the dildo against my puckering asshole.

"Oh, my God!" I screamed. "How can you do this to me?"

"With pleasure, my child," he sneered as he shoved the stony end of the dildo against the soft ridges of my asshole and gave a shove, sending the girder-like rubber dick tearing into my ass, quickly jamming all the way into my intestine where I could feel a ball of scalding shit smother the fake prick.

He pounded away with the dildo like he was going to rip me in two, and immediately having adjusted to the new form of torture with grateful excitement, I prayed that he would, ripping a huge bloody swath through me, killing me with sex.

But, Goddamn it, the madman wasn't through yet. For suddenly my pussy lips tingled as something unbelievably hard nudged up against them and then bullied its way past their soft portals into my cunt. As I felt it cram into me, I could tell from its feel and warmth that he had just stuck his prick up my pussy at last and was fucking me in the cunt while the dildo was punishingly reaming out my ass.

The twin jack hammers tore inside me, ramming each other through the thin wall of membrane between my asshole and cunt that was all that separated them as they pushed and pulled in parallel movements – which suited me fine since by now all of my vital bodily functions seemed to have become centered between my legs.

Side by side, the dual rapiers flashing from between his legs sliced into me, grooving my ass and cunt with a hideously effective whipsaw technique that was tearing me apart. Their pounding thrusts seemed to bring a new orgasm in me with each twin surge into the two most sensitive orifices of my body, the black rubber dildo searing the cramped interior of my asshole and the pulsing gristle of his prick fighting wildly upstream in the foaming fucking canal of my awash pussy. I twisted and moaned like I was being crucified, and my screams brought me what I really wanted – more and more vicious thrusts up my ass and cunt from the twin cocks grinding them raw, going further and further inside me until they seemed to rip through my belly and emerge like bloody lances.

It was no longer possible to keep count of my orgasms as they swept over me like sheets of rain across a rolling plain. By now I was concentrating on only one thing, forcing an ejaculation between my legs, lusting for the incomparable feel of buckets of hot jizz sticking to the insides of my cunt, spraying the spongy interior with a cascade of steaming stickiness.

I could feel his prick straining to go even further up my cunt, battering at the hidden button of my cervix and trying to rip into my womb, swelling as it barged its way tighter and higher inside me, straining on the verge of exploding with cum. To encourage his cock toward ejaculation, I wiggled my ass as hard as I could, feeling the dildo pull from one side of my ass to the other, stretching the narrow canal of my rectum into a painful shambles. But, my shimmying took hold of his cock, now imbedded stiffly all the way up my cunt, a prisoner of its own erection, and gave it a tight wringing that it could not endure and still remain standing stiffly. Immediately I felt his prick jump and then bare back the tiny lips of the slit at the tip of its stony head and unleash a stream of cum that flew up me in torrents, clogging my insides with thick rich globs of scalding jizz.

Ted continued to gush hot cum up my cunt, there seeming to be no end to his supply. Having him come inside of me was like turning on a fire hydrant and then not being able to turn it off because of the intensity of the escaping torrent it spewed. If he didn't stop coming, I was certain that I was somehow going to drown from the inside, his discharge accumulating inside me alarmingly as he came and came again.

My ass had stopped even trying to resist, my asshole just collapsing in abject surrender around the hard rubber exterior of the rampaging dildo. I wondered when it would finally tear through the membrane and my ass and bowels would suddenly be overwhelmed with an overflow of jizz from my engorged cunt.

Finally, he stopped coming inside of me, and then suddenly I felt as though an immense burden had been lifted and that I was floating on air. The intense throbbing of my gaping cunt and ruined asshole told me that he had abruptly withdrawn his twin battering rams, leaving my two fucking canals reflexively grasping in vain for the hard stiff pricks that were no longer inside.

I toppled off the coffee table and lay groaning on the floor, peering down at my crotch and savoring the sight of rich pools of jizz oozing from my cunt, my elongated pussy lips hanging out like a tired dog's tongue, my exhausted clit shriveled back to its original size.

Somewhere within me I knew that the end was not near. There was still one more act I had to complete before my incredible journey was over. But how could I finish without any cock inside me?

I soon found out, as Ted came to me and hovered menacingly over my disheveled form, the room light glinting off his bared teeth. The shadow of his dildo and cock spread over my face, their image blanketing my line of vision as Ted loomed more and more directly above me.

My eyes bugged out in alarm as he took his now flaccid prick in his hand like a butcher handling a huge roll of sausage and pointed it at me.

"Oh, my God, I see, I see!" I cried, realizing at the last instant how it was all going to end.

I could see the center of his cock, a milky glob of sperm sliding sloppily from it. It seemed to hiss at me as it opened its narrow edges. Suddenly I realized that the hiss was real and he was pissing on me.

"This is what you deserve," he snarled, bathing my face with the exhilarating torrent of a piss. "At last we've discovered what you're good for – a human toilet."

My body jumped at his degrading words. My tongue greedily reached out seeking to get every drop of his steaming piss. I knew I was almost there now as I lapped his urine, and then, suddenly, there I was coming. Without a second thought I jumped, and my body finally gave in and I was swept into the most agonizingly exotic downward flight of orgasm that I had ever endured.

My body relaxed as I let the shuddering spasms of my coming overtake me, the incessant convulsions throwing me all over the floor like I was having a fit. I was totally at the mercy of the nervous impulses of my body, shaking and shivering.

I let myself go totally, feeling the saliva drool from my mouth as though I were a helpless infant. My bowels gave way and hot shit coursed down an asshole stretched so large that the foulness sprayed in a shotgun burst from between my parted cheeks. My bladder collapsed, sending a gushing stream of warm piss through my cunt to mix with all the other discharges already choking it with effluence, then puddling like a yellow lake on the floor.

I lay there, moaning and barely conscious, in a pool of my own urine and feces, my cunt and ass swelling into discolored, bruised mounds by the moment, the welts on my back and thighs pulsing angrily in bloody trails across my flesh.