Succulent Prey

The library emptied out as even the diehard medical students and political science majors finally returned their dusty old books to the shelves and dragged their tired minds back to their dorms. Joe had heard it said that when you slept your mind let go of all logic and structure, all sanity and order, for the madness of dreams. Joe wanted anything but madness. He was actively trying to fight it off. He was convinced that he was onto something, something that would explain the insatiable hunger roiling within him.

Joe knew that he was not a monster. Not by choice. Maybe none of the others were either? Not until they were altered by whatever sickness had infected him. If it was a disease, not a disease of the mind but a true physical virus that was somehow transmitted from one person to the next, then it could be cured. There might be an antidote.

Piled before him were three stacks of books four feet high that encompassed nearly two centuries of rape, murder, and superstition. Joe poured through the tall stacks until the moon had traveled from one side of the sky to the other. He knew that the librarian must have been dying of curiosity. She had seen him there every night for over a month scouring through books on serial murder, vampirism, and lycanthropy, doing computer searches on war criminals and mob mentality, sexual fetishes, and cannibalism. He knew that she must have been curious to know what it was he was working on, but she had only asked him once and when he hadn’t replied, she’d had the good sense to avoid further inquiry. It was a good thing too. She had just the sort of ass he liked, plump but firm.

More than once, Joe had masturbated sitting right there in that library, imagining tearing into her voluptuous buttocks with his teeth and devouring the tender flesh in huge gulps. He’d hid his frantic hand movements behind an unabridged dictionary and sprayed his semen from neurosurgery to nightingale. Then he’d left quickly, sure that she had noticed. When he returned the next day she smiled politely and gave no indication that she was aware of having been the star of his gruesome masturbatory fantasies.

Just last week he’d even painted her portrait. He’d composed several sketches of her, stealing glances at her generous buttocks as she scuttled back and forth between the rows of dusty books. When he’d gotten home that night he’d let out his pent-up sexual energies onto the canvas. He’d masturbated several times as his passion boiled over and his paintbrush whipped across the canvas in violent slashes of reds, whites, and beiges, mixing his own blood and semen into the paint. When he was done he’d hidden the portrait away in his little apartment across town along with all the others. Anyone seeing it would have immediately recognized his obsession.

Even in the abstract she looked like meat.

It was past three o’clock in the morning when Joe’s eyelids would no longer remain aloft and his head came crashing down into the middle of Colin Wilson’s Criminal History of Mankind with a thud that echoed loudly throughout the empty room.

‘Okay, you. Time to let the monsters rest for a night. Go home and get some sleep now.’

Joe nodded and rose from the table where he sat behind a mountain of books. He eyed the pleasantly plump librarian’s large breasts with interest and saw her shudder beneath the heat of his gaze and cross her arms over her breasts as if to protect them from more than just his eyes. Embarrassed, Joe gathered up a few books to check out and stumbled toward the desk. He had an erection bulging in his pants and he’d seen her eyes zero in on it before he could cover it with a hardbound copy of 120 Days of Sodom.

The librarian walked behind him, not wanting to feel his voracious eyes crawling over her ass, as Joe staggered toward the front desk. Not that she had a particularly nice one in her opinion. It was far too large and her hips were too wide. And not that she thought herself particularly attractive. Emma Purcel hadn’t felt attractive since she’d turned forty and her breasts had drooped and her ass had spread, but something about the way Joe stared at her made her fear that he might rape her or worse. She didn’t know what it was but she preferred to have him in clear view at all times.

Maybe she was just reacting to the fact that the man had slowly worked his way through every book on deviant sexuality and serial murder in the entire library and was now apparently branching out into monsters and werewolves.

When he checked out his morbid little books and left, she sighed audibly and crossed herself, asking God to forgive her for the moistness spreading between her thighs at the thought of what such a powerful young man could do to her.

Joe walked down the steps and out the front door of the library into a waiting cab. He stuffed the armload of books onto the backseat then jumped in and directed the driver back toward the dorm.

The temptation to cruise through the Tenderloin for street prostitutes was overpowering and it took a supreme act of will to tell the driver to turn right on Sixth Street instead of left, but Joe knew that there would be nothing up there to stop him from indulging his appetites. It would be like a morbidly obese woman trying to diet at Baskin Robbins. Where he was going was more like the supermarket. At least there would be somewhat healthier choices available even if he were not inclined to make them.

He pulled up in the crowded parking lot and looked around to make sure he didn’t recognize any of the cars. The last thing he wanted was to be spotted by one of the other students or worse yet a faculty member. There was no way of being sure. He obviously didn’t know everyone at the university but at least he didn’t see any cars belonging to anyone in his immediate acquaintance.

Joe listened to the crunchy sound of the gravel crackling beneath his feet as he walked across the parking lot. He sniffed the night air and tried to pick out the smells of sex from the pungent stench of urine, exhaust fumes, cigarettes, and alcohol. He tried to hear the pants and moans above the sound of techno dance music emanating from the small storefront. He was losing himself. In his anxiousness to get inside the club he’d left his library books back in the taxi. He’d have to try to track them down in the morning. But for now, the hunger was fully upon him, demanding his absolute attention.

Joe flashed his ID and paid his twenty bucks. He reached down and readjusted his cock, which had swelled until it pressed painfully against the coarse fabric of his jeans and rubbed against his zipper. The monster was awake.

He stripped off his shirt and unbuckled his pants, freeing the raging monster from its prison of denim. After handing his clothes to the topless coat-check girl with the pierced nipples who was so skinny you could see rib bone through her chest, the massive sophomore began to make his rounds through the club. Almost immediately he spotted a woman who seemed plucked from his darkest fantasies. He knew that he was going to do something bad tonight.

She was absolute perfection, a tall voluptuous Spanish beauty with long flowing hair that hung down to her ample waistline. She had catlike almond eyes, full rose-colored lips, and cinnamon tan skin like some delicate pastry. None of these attributes were what caught his eye, though. She had thick hips and thighs and a deliciously plump and luscious posterior that jiggled as she walked, awakening the monster’s hunger with each step she took. It was more beautiful than water to a dehydrated desert traveler. Joe swallowed again and again as he began to salivate uncontrollably.

Joe had seen her there before. Usually she was with some queer boy or another and once she came in arm in arm with a six-foot lesbian. She was an absolute fag-hag but he knew that she was not gay herself. Though he’d seen her tonguing that Amazon’s clit in one of the orgy rooms, he’d also seen her in a threesome with two jocks he recognized from college. He’d masturbated in a corner by himself watching the two basketball players lubricate their latex sheathed erections and fuck her in one hole after another as she moaned and quivered in ecstasy, looking as if she was in heaven. He watched as they both climaxed and then left her just short of her own orgasm, laughing and highfiving as she cursed at them. They dressed and left, still chuckling over their own good fortune.

He’d followed her out to the curb and watched as she angrily fought against the tears threatening to spill from her eyes, finally losing after a valiant struggle. Joe had wanted to go to her then, but something had held him back. The hunger was not as strong then and she hadn’t seemed like prey. She’d seemed like someone that he could have fallen in love with. A whore with a heart of gold.

Now, as she strode past him, Joe watched the seductive sway of that exorbitant ass as if in a trance. His lust was at a fever pitch and even the memory of her heartbreaking tears seemed to fuel his desire. He felt the hunger surge within him, driving steel through his loins. Her ass was perfect, the most beautiful, sumptuous buttocks he had ever beheld. His salivary glands went into overdrive and Joe wiped the drool from his mouth repeatedly as he stalked her through the sex club, that ass drawing him irresistibly toward it.

The club was called The Backdoor and it seemed the perfect setting for a woman with an ass that looked like God had shed a teardrop that slid down her back, nestled just above her thighs, and became flesh. This was the place where couples came to put spice back into their marriages by swapping mates or picking up a spare for a threesome.

Singles came here looking to be a part of a ménage a trois or a random orgy. It was rare that two singles met in a place like this. But Joe was not interested in having to suck off some dude just to get some quality time with his wife, not when he could get exactly what he wanted out of this voluptuous princess.

Some might have called her overweight, those woman-hating faggots in the fashion industry for instance, whose standard of beauty is based upon the breastless, hipless, thighless, assless physiques of prepubescent boys. They had no appreciation at all for true femininity. For them womanhood was something to be suppressed, strapped down, starved away, and hidden beneath layers of clothing and shame. It was obvious that this woman was having none of this. She was proud of the gifts nature had imbued her with. It showed in the fit of her clothing, the tilt of her head, and the swish of her hips. To Joe she was the very essence of sensuality, her every curve dramatically enhanced, her sexuality exaggerated to pornographic proportions. Her ass looked as if someone had taken two beach balls and shoved them down the back of her jeans. Perfectly round and absolutely enormous! Joe was transfixed by it. It jiggled and bounced maddeningly, wobbling high on her lower back as if it were waving to him. He wanted her so bad that it hurt. He could see the radiance of her wild spirit shimmering in her sinews, in her skin, fat, and muscle.

He could smell it scorching the air. Her flesh was alive with the energy of life. Joe smirked as he thought about all those misguided spiritualists and religious zealots who mistakenly believed that the soul was some separate entity imprisoned in human flesh.

But he knew better. Spirit is flesh. Inseparable and indivisible. He had tasted it himself. He reached down and began stroking himself as he followed her from room to room.

All around couples, threesomes, foursomes, and more, fucked, sucked, spanked, and masturbated with what seemed an overabundance of energy.

Only sex addicts came to these types of places and any true addict would have sex for as long as sex was available regardless of hunger, thirst, fatigue, pain, or discomfort. Of all people, Joe should know. His own addictions had led him beyond the limits of sanity and morality. Just as it was now leading him through a sex club with his throbbing hard cock pointing the way, like a divining rod.

The Spanish woman stopped abruptly and her rotund buttocks continued to jiggle for several seconds after the rest of her body had ceased movement. Joe felt both elated and disappointed now that her ass had stopped its bewitching dance. He could now catch up to her, but he could no longer delight in her salacious movements. If all went well, he reminded himself, he would have far more to delight in soon.

‘Uh … hello?’ Joe reached out and tapped her on the shoulder, feeling foolish as he drooped his shoulders and bowed his head in an effort to appear smaller and less intimidating. But Joe was enormous. There was no way he could look anything but intimidating. He had gotten very adept at playing the gentle giant, however. Every year on the news he’d heard about people getting mauled to death for being dumb enough to try to pet polar bears and grizzlies because the things were so cute. He figured he could look at least as cute as a grizzly.

When she turned around Joe was stunned by how young and innocent her face appeared. She had pudgy cheeks with deep dimples, full bow-shaped lips, and large timid eyes with thick heavy eyelashes. The body of a whore with the face of an angel. Her breasts were tremendous, every bit the equal of her remarkable ass. She was a goddess. She turned to him and smiled. Joe was loath to lose even a moment’s sight of that blessed ass but he found the beautiful smile spreading on her angelic face worth the loss.

‘Yes?’ she asked, smiling wider. Joe didn’t know what to say. He was so excited that the words spilled out before he could give them order and finesse. It was his lust, the monster throbbing between his thighs, putting the words in his mouth. His prey-drive guiding him through the necessary social niceties.

‘I-I love you. You are the most sensuous woman I have ever seen. I want to worship you forever,’ Joe said.

I want to eat you alive! he meant.

The woman’s smile faltered a moment as she examined his face to see if he was serious. She knew that while some men found her irresistible, even more just saw her as a fat chick. His expression looked so timid, though, so fearful of rejection, that she was immediately convinced of his sincerity. This gigantic muscle-bound man, with the body of a Greek god and the face of a movie star, was throwing himself at her feet.

‘You mean that, don’t you?’

‘I have never seen a more perfect woman than you.’

She reached out and ran her hands over his mountainous pectoral muscles, his thick shoulders and biceps, over his rippled abs and down to the erection throbbing at his center. Without pants or underwear his massive organ bobbed in the air, pointing directly at her.

‘My God! What a beautiful cock!’

‘Thank you,’ Joe said timidly. Blushing noticeably.

She caught the thick slab of meat in her hands and began stroking it, barely able to fit her hand completely around it as she pulled him closer until her breasts rubbed against his stomach. He was so tall that his cock went up between her cleavage as she closed the distance between them. She knelt slightly so that her breasts lined up perfectly with his genitals. She began sliding his cock up and down between her breasts. Joe shuddered, feeling like he was about to explode.

‘What’s your name, handsome?’

‘Joe. J-Joe Miles,’ he stammered as he tried to keep himself from orgasm. He didn’t want to cum like this. He wanted that ass. Its image was still burned into his mind even as he tit-fucked her between those huge double-Ds.

‘Good to meet you, Joe,’ she said, still rubbing his cock. ‘My name is Alicia.’

‘I want you, Alicia.’

Her knees went weak.

‘Well, we are in the right place for love now, aren’t we?’ she said, gesturing round at the orgy rooms filled with urgently fucking couples. There was a pain in her. It was obvious that she had long ago convinced herself that sex was all she was good for.

‘No,’ he replied. ‘We should go someplace more private. This isn’t the right place for you. You deserve more. He was saying all the right things. She slipped back into the blouse she’d been carrying around with her.

‘Okay then, Joe. You lead the way.’ Joe retrieved his pants and shirt from the coatcheck girl and they walked out of The Backdoor and into the parking lot to catch a cab.

‘So, who are you, my handsome stranger? What do you do for a living?’

‘I’m a student. A psychology student at the university. ‘

‘And what is this then, some kind of research?’

‘No. Not at all.’

‘Well, I’ve never been to college. But I’ve always been interested in people and what makes them tick. I’ve seen sides of the human psyche that most people don’t even have the stomach to read about, all kinds of perversions. Shit you couldn’t even imagine. From grown men who dress like babies to women who like to be pissed on and humiliated.’

‘How the hell do you meet people like that?’

‘I work at a fetish store on Folsom. We sell everything from leather, to latex, to iron shackles, to vibrating butt plugs, and adult diapers.’

‘I know the place. I’ve been in there once or twice.’

‘Really? Now what is a nice college boy like you doing in a place like that?’

‘The same thing I was doing at The Backdoor. The same thing you were doing there. Trying to make life a little more intense, a little more worth the effort. We go through so much just to take the next breath, just to wake up each day. If life is just work, eat, sleep, repeat, then it ain’t worth it. Is it?’

The beautiful Spanish woman suddenly turned away from Joe and looked out the window of the cab. When she turned back her eyes were sad, full of ghosts.

‘No. There has to be more than that. There’s so much pain everywhere. Something has to make all that pain worthwhile and sex is the only thing strong enough to justify all the shit we go through. You know? Pain is so strong that just a little bit of it can fuck up your whole day. You could be at fucking Disneyland having the time of your life and then you get menstrual cramps, or some asshole calls you fat, or you see something that reminds you of how fucked up your childhood was, and that quick, your entire day is ruined. You just want to roll over and die. Sex is the only thing strong enough to make you forget about the pain. I mean you can fuck when every muscle in your body is sore if the sex is good enough. You can lose yourself in it. At the moment of orgasm nothing else exists in all the world but your pussy and his dick.’

‘Yes. Yes.’ Joe felt as if he was at church listening to religious testimonials, hearing all his deepest beliefs reaffirmed. He slowly unbuttoned her blouse and ran his hands over Alicia’s breasts, squeezing her hard nipples until she gasped. He leaned down to kiss her throat and could not restrain himself from biting her shoulder as he felt the passion build in him. He could taste the very essence of her in the salty perspiration glistening on her moonlit flesh. Her soul was so alive. It had known such pain and such ecstasy. It was like tasting a dozen people rather than one. This was a woman who had lived. Her life was full and rich, tragic and passionate. Joe wanted to feel that life filling him.

‘Hold me, Joe. Make the pain go away. Make it all go away.’

Joe watched as she unzipped his pants and pulled out his engorged penis. He pulled her close to him, hugging her tight while she stroked his cock and wept quietly. When he released her she smiled at him and then lowered her thick satin-soft lips down to his manhood, sliding the entire organ down her throat. Her tongue twirled around the head of his cock as she bobbed her head up and down on it, bringing him so maddeningly close to orgasm that he almost broke her neck trying to wrestle free of her mouth before he came. When she looked up at him with concern and a tinge of fear from the rough treatment, he kissed her passionately and reassured her. He unzipped her jeans and slid a hand down her pants into the moistness between her thighs.

‘I don’t want to cum that way. Not yet. I want to give everything to you. I want to make you cum a dozen times. Then I’ll cum.’

Joe always knew the right things to say to a woman. His predatory instincts were perfectly in tune with his chosen prey. She relaxed and smiled at him. Of course it could have just been the fact that he now had her clitoris swollen to the size of a grape and she was just seconds from cumming herself. Joe had a feeling that the taxi driver was beating off in the front seat. He could hear him breathing heavily. He didn’t mind, though. Joe wasn’t shy; he just pretended to be to set the ladies at ease. It was stupid, really. How many truly shy guys would’ve been walking around a sex club with their dicks in their hands, beating off while following a beautiful woman from one room to the next? A shy person would at least have put his cock back in his underwear before he tapped her on her shoulder and introduced himself.

Joe kissed his way down her cleavage and sucked on her swollen nipples. He shuddered at the taste of her skin, imagining biting through to the tender fat and muscle beneath. He wanted her now. Joe pulled away quickly, breathing hard as the hunger raged inside him. He was having a hard time controlling himself. He liked this girl with eyes like a wounded child. He didn’t want to hurt her but the monster was awake now and it was off the chain.

They pulled up to the old downtown apartment building and Joe paid the taxi driver.

Joe and Alicia walked into the building and quickly took the elevator upstairs. Joe made her turn toward the wall as they stood in the elevator so that he could stare at her ass and rub his hands over it.

‘You like that, don’t you, baby?’

‘I love it. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.’

The doors opened with a whoosh that filled the musty elevator with the acrid smell of urine and cat hair. ‘The old lady next door has about a dozen cats that piss and shit on everything. Please excuse the smell .’

‘Just as long as your place doesn’t smell like that,’ she said, looking uncertain. How could he live in this hovel? she thought.

He bent and kissed her deeply, crushing her breasts against his rock-hard stomach as he sucked the breath from her throat. She had forgotten all about the smell by the time he unlocked the door to his apartment.

Joe scooped Alicia up into his arms the minute they entered the apartment and carried her into the bedroom, kissing and biting her neck, lips, and cheeks.

‘Whoa! Slow down, killer.’

‘What?’

‘Let’s get to know each other a little, okay?’

Joe didn’t understand. Just minutes ago she had seemed ready to fuck him right there in the cab and now she wanted small talk?

‘What do you want to know?’

The beautiful Spanish woman looked him up and down. He was nearly perfect, she thought to herself.

‘First, why did you pick me? I mean, there were better-looking women there than me.’

‘No, there weren’t. I’ve never seen a more beautiful woman than you,’ Joe said, dropping his eyes down to her feet and sweeping them back up again to her face.

Alicia knew that she had a pretty face. Ever since she’d been a kid she’d heard over and over again how irresistible she’d be if she lost some of that fat.

Alicia noticed one of Joe’s paintings on the wall. It was a portrait of the librarian with her back turned and her enormous buttocks filling the canvas.

‘Did you paint that?’ she asked, looking around at all the paint and canvas that littered the floor of the apartment.

‘Yes. She’s beautiful, isn’t she?’

‘What are you, a chubby chaser? You got a thing for big mammas?’

‘I like all types of women. Why do you think you aren’t attractive?’

‘Look, man, I know why guys go after girls like me. You think maybe you’ll get more out of me in bed. You think I’ll try to overcompensate for my weight by being a freak for you and letting you treat me like a whore and you know, you might be right. I’m sure I fuck better than most of those skinny bitches. But it’s not because I expect you to love me. I don’t expect to ever see you again after tonight. I fuck because I enjoy it. I want to fuck you because you’re gorgeous and you have a big dick. Now, why do you want to fuck me?’

‘Because I like your ass. I love your ass! And I like the way you walk. You walk like a woman who’s sure of herself, who knows what she wants and what she can get. I like your beautiful eyes and your sexy lips. I like the way you look at me. There’s so much pain in your eyes. It makes me want to make you happy. It makes me want to do anything for you.’ For a moment Joe thought she was about to cry. There was so much more he could have added but he didn’t want to scare her off.

‘Yeah, I’ve been hurt. I’ve been hurt a lot.’

‘Let me kiss it and make it better.’ Joe ran his hands up into her hair and drew her close. He kissed her so deeply that he stole her breath.

‘My God!’ Alicia exclaimed as Joe laid her on the bed and ripped out of his own clothing. His body was a work of art. His abdominal muscles were stacked like masonry bricks beneath a chest like two concrete slabs. His arms were knotted with thick venous muscles and his penis was swollen. Alicia licked her lips and again dove for his huge cock, sucking it down her throat with practiced ease. Joe shuddered with pleasure and allowed himself to enjoy the wonders of her talented tongue swirling around the head of his bloated organ and then down between his balls. He was dangerously close to cumming when he pulled her back. She stared at him with her thick bee-stung lips pouting like a spoiled child.

‘But I wanted to taste it! Don’t you want to cum in my mouth? I want to drink you down.’

‘I want to taste you first.’

Joe pushed her down and gently removed her clothes. Alicia could hear his breath quicken every time another inch of flesh was unveiled. She had never had a man show so much appreciation for her body. She had fought for years to grow comfortable with the extra pounds she carried and she was finally at the point where she believed herself to be sexy. She’d never had a problem getting a date. There were plenty of men who loved her generous ass and double-D breasts. But she’d never seen a man who seemed to literally worship her body the way Joe did. He licked and sucked every inch of her as he unwrapped her. The nape of her neck, dragging his tongue down between her cleavage as he removed her bra, flicking his tongue across her nipples and licking her belly button as he removed her shirt, kissing the crease where thigh met pelvis and then working his way down her leg to her toes as he slid off her jeans.

Alicia quivered and trembled as Joe sucked on each toe and flicked his tongue over the soles of her feet, then worked his way back up the opposite leg, kissing and nipping at her calves with his teeth, sometimes gently, sometimes enough to make her cry out.

He turned her over and kissed and sucked the back of Alicia’s thick meaty thighs, biting into the tender flesh so hard it brought a gasp and tears to her eyes. Joe then rubbed his face over her buttocks, purring like a kitten. He slid one hand up between her thighs and into that warmth and wetness before biting down hard on her ass, drawing blood.

One finger was already circling her clitoris as the other thrust its way inside of her and Alicia found that she did not mind the pain so much. In fact, it seemed to accentuate the pleasure. Joe lowered his lips to the crack of her ass and began to lick and kiss it as he continued to finger her clit. Alicia shook and moaned. She began to thrash and convulse with a tumultuous orgasm when he wriggled his tongue into her anus.

Joe nearly came himself. Her ass was truly luscious.

Working his tongue from her asshole to her clitoris Joe had his face wedged completely between Alicia’s buttocks, lapping up the steady stream of juices as she came again and again. Alicia was almost completely spent when Joe rose up with his erection in hand and began easing it into her asshole, which was now well lubricated with his saliva. She’d never had anal sex with a man she’d just met before. Usually that was reserved for those longterm serious relationships and she’d never done it with a man so well-endowed. But then, she’d also never had her asshole eaten out like that before either, so she was now more than willing to go along with just about anything.

There was not nearly as much pain as she’d been expecting when he first slid himself inside her and by the time he began thrusting deep into her she was feeling nothing but ecstasy.

Joe could feel his control starting to slip. He hadn’t wanted to stop licking her asshole. He’d wanted to chew it out, to gnaw his way up inside of her. He’d wanted to tear into that magnificent ass, to feel each tender morsel slide across his tongue and down his throat. He’d had to stop in order to prevent himself from eating her alive. The pleasure of his dick in her ass was nothing like the pleasure he imagined from her ass in his stomach.

Moans, gasps, and cries of pain and ecstasy rose to a crescendo as Joe pounded into Alicia’s exquisite asshole and bit down on the back of her neck and shoulders. He reached around and beneath her, back up into the wetness between her thighs to masturbate her to orgasm. It didn’t take long. He withdrew his pulsating sex from her rectum just before his own orgasm tore through him and turned her around to bathe her face in his seed. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to catch every drop of him. She lapped up every drop of it, raising each breast to her lips to lick Joe’s cum from her nipples. Joe knelt down and licked the rest of it from her cleavage then rose to face her and kissed her deeply, letting his seed slip from his mouth into hers. She swallowed and moaned appreciatively.

‘Mmmm. You are delicious!’ she said, smiling.

‘Do you want to play some more?’ he asked.

‘Oh yes!’

Alicia was ecstatic at the prospect of getting to sample more of the beautiful college boy who looked like a young Christopher Reeve on steroids. Joe reached around and withdrew the leather restraints from under the bed.

‘Let’s play,’ he said as he strapped her in. She hesitated for only a moment before giving in.

Joe pulled her arms behind her back, still kissing her shoulders and neck. He fastened the restraints around Alicia’s wrists, cinching them tight and then affixing them to the thick chain attached to the leg spreader wedged between her calves, pausing to gnaw and suckle at the tender fat that hung from the back of her arms. He then leaned down to buckle the leather cuffs around her ankles and lock the ankle restraints to the leg spreader. When he was done he forced the ball gag into her mouth and strapped it around her head, locking it into her jaw. Then he knelt back down to suck at her nipples.

The gag stifled Alicia’s moans, but even with the ball wedged firmly between her lips, Joe could still hear her scream when he chewed off her nipple and swallowed it.