Much more interesting was a pretty, naive, school-girl, who
looked horny without really meaning to. An example was
Juliette, the little sister of a friend, cute with short
brown curly hair, and aged about 18. She always looked sexy
in a girlish sort of way – maybe wearing a pink woolly
sweater, little miniskirt, white tights, and pixie boots. My
friend once told me that he made her give him blow-jobs… I
never knew whether it was true, but I enjoyed vivid
fantasies about the idea of her pouty lips wrapped around my
school-boy cock.

One weekend, her brother’s parents were away, and he decided
to have an all-night barbecue. I chatted up a couple of
girls, but spent most of the time drinking and talking to
the boys. It reached two or three in the morning, and we sat
in the back garden. Juliette was next to me, but not close,
and I wasn’t about to try anything with her while my friends
looked on. Then, one of the others tried to put his arm
around her – She edged towards me, obviously not interested,
and soon was pressed next to me. She was wearing a white
halter-top, its shoulder ties slipped to the side of her
arms, and a white skirt that finished just above her knees.
I put an arm around her, resting it on her shoulder, and she
rested her head against me. I risked putting my other hand
on her knee and she just kissed my neck gently. “I’m
tired..” she murmured into my ear. “Will you take me to
bed?”.

We had tents pitched in the garden, so we found one and
climbed in. Juliette unrolled her sleeping bag, and pulled
out her night-clothes. She was fumbling and, like myself,
had drank far too much considering her age. “Can I help
you?” I asked, and she nodded. As we both knelt on the
sleeping bag, her back towards me, I pulled the little bow
the went from the halter top round her neck. “There’s some
clips on the back” Juliette whispered, so I unfastened the
four or five clips, and watched the thin white top open
before me. She held her arms up and I lifted the top up, and
put it to one side. Moving my hands to her tummy, I gently
touched her young body, raising my caresses to the little
bumps that were becoming breasts. Her nipples were hard,
maybe from the cold, but she turned and kissed me as I
played with them between my fingers. I moved my lips to
hers, and felt a little tongue probing between them, pushing
to touch my own. As she turned she tilted back onto her
bottom, folding her legs up against her front. Her skirt
stretched over her bottom now only covered the top of her
legs, and I touched them, slipping a hand between her calf
and thigh. My palm slipped down to the skirt’s hem, then
round to the inside of her thigh, until my fingertips were
touching her tight little panties. Her kisses were becoming
more furtive, so treating this as desire I slipped my
fingers, and then my hand, under the knickers, and over her
smooth, almost hairless pussy. Her knees parted so exerting
some pressure on my middle finger, I parted her labia, and
touched the tight, sticky, inside of this cute little
school-girl vagina. After playing like this for what felt
like hours, Juliette slipped out of her skirt and panties, I
undressed, and together we climbed into the sleeping bag,
pressed body to body, closely together.

My penis was long and hard, and below the fabric of the bag,
I felt her fumbling fingers stroking me. Reaching down, I
closed her fingers around its girth and motioned them up and
down, then moved an arm around her lithe body. My fingers
touched the cleft of her buttocks, and pressed her groin
closer as she slowly masturbated me.

The young, pretty, nymphet begin to whimper, becoming
excited from the un-deliberate rubbing of her own hands
against her clitoris, and the pace of her masturbation began
to increase. She started to suck on my ear-lobes, licking up
and down my neck, and I knew that I would soon be cumming.
“Can I cum inside of you?” I asked, gently. By way of an
answer, the twelve year old brunette rolled us, as if as
one, so that I was on top of her, between her knees.

Reaching between her legs, I parted her labia and nudged the
head of my cock between the lips. Her fingers joined mine,
then moved to hold my foreskin, continuing her unrelentless
wanking, forward and back. She pulled more than she pushed,
and slowly I begin to slip into her tight cavity, I ecstatic
as I floated on the verge of orgasm. As my penis was
enveloped a few inches into her pussy she grunted as her
hymen broke, and put her fingers around my balls, squeezing
gently. I pushed slightly harder, and slid deep into her
body.

Juliette said nothing, but emitted little pants and gasps as
I moved in and out. Her forefinger stretched up touching the
skin between my scrotum and anus. “Juliette, my bottom,
touch my bottom and help me cum….”. The obedient girl
kissed my lips, then pushed a forefinger an inch into my
rectum making me gasp. “Do it, please, do it now” she said,
crying in her lust. I pulled my prick back until just its
head was inside of her, then begin more forcefully and
deeply thrusting in and out. Her tongue was darting around
my mouth, as she wiggled the finger that penetrated my
behind, and in moments I felt a cold sensation raising from
the inside of my legs, up into my balls. “Yes, Juliette,
Yes” I told her, feeling her other hand vibrating the small
part of my cock that was outside of her young cunt. With a
final thrust, I ejaculated my cum deep inside of her, with
the sudden realisation that I could be making her pregnant.
I half pulled out, but as the next wave of orgasm hit me,
pushed back in, not caring in my ecstasy. My whole body felt
that it was in orgasm as I spurted again and again.
Eventually I stopped, exhausted but sated, and stayed
inside, still kissing my young girl-friend as my penis
softened, and we, together, fell asleep.

I woke up the following morning alone. Feeling guilty, yet
uncertain about the events of the previous evening, I went
into the house with some trepidation. Those who were neither
throwing up in the toilets, or still asleep outside, were
eating breakfast, so I joined them, getting a bowl of cereal
and a black coffee. I was a bit queasy and conscious that
Juliette in some fit of nerves might have told someone of
our night together. However, a few minutes later, Juliette
appeared, looking like a vision, in a little white baby-doll
nighty. With her panties just visible below its frilled hem,
and cute white ankle-socks she looked like an advertisement
for little-girl sex, and I knew that other boys were
effected by her. She gave me a coy smile, then went over to
the fridge. Filling a glass with milk, she walked back to
the door, paused, then came towards me. I was worried as to
what she might say, but she just smiled and passed me a bit
of paper. Her brother looked up, but as she told me it was
‘just a telephone message’ looked down again.

It wasn’t until I returned home that I opened it. My parents
were at Church, but I went to my room and took the note from
my pocket, laying it on the bed.

“Dear Ian,

Last night was lovely for me… I love you so much, but know
that you’re probably not interested in a girl like me
because I’m too young. I don’t mind if you have lots of
other girl-friends, but I’ll always do anything for you.
I’ve been looking at William’s dirty magazines since I came
to bed, and read one that showed an older girl in a school
uniform being spanked. Would you want to spank me? Is that
what men want to do with girls like me? Maybe you want me to
suck your willy while you spurt your white stuff into my
mouth? You could do anything at all, really, even if I
didn’t like it, or if it hurt me, because you’re all that
matters. Please call me, and even if I’m not as old, or as
pretty, as your other girl-friends, at least you know that
I’ll always say yes to you.

I love you.

Juliette.”

The Capture

I waited about a month and a half before I started Operation
Katie. I made sure not to return to that restaurant again, but
looked her up in the phone book and found out where she lived. Her
neighborhood was perfect for what I had in mind: small houses hidden
by lots of trees that were far from each other and had long
driveways. There was very little traffic on her street and no
streetlights. Her house was about half of a mile away from a
slightly busier street and this road could be easily reached by
walking down an infrequently travelled path through some dense woods.
I made careful plans, even waiting for her to come home during the
ten days before I intended to take her. It was very easy to park the
van in a shopping center near her house, walk through some woods and
place myself in some well-positioned trees and bushes where I could
watch the front door of her house. This surveillance showed me that
she lived alone, which was just what I wanted, and that she always
came home by herself. Apparently she didn’t have any boyfriends,
which was even better.
Everything seemed to be going my way until the tenth night of
my watch. She came home like usual, around 10:00 PM, but after
spending an hour in one of the upstairs rooms, she came out the front
door with a couple of suitcases and put them in the trunk of her car.
I nearly shit! The little bitch was going out of town and about to
ruin all of my plans. I thought fast and acted even faster. I took
off and raced back to the van. I drove it to the street across the
wooded path and parked it there after grabbing the bag holding my
trapping gear. I ran back to the front of her house, heart pounding
and hoping that she hadn’t left yet. I lucked out and saw her car
still there, with the front door open and all of the upstairs lights
off. I snuck around closer to her house, waiting in the shadows by
the side of the house in front of the car. She would be coming out
any minute now, and I planned to make my grab as she walked from the
porch to her car. I waited a minute or two and then finally heard
the screen door open, the front door closed shut and she was walking
down the steps to her car. In a flash, I stalked her silently from
behind and surprised her by tackling her from the rear and falling on
top of her as we both hit the ground. She never knew what hit her.
Years of practice have perfected my technique, and in just a
few seconds I was sitting on top of her back with my knees holding
her arms down and my hands slipping the gag into her mouth. She was
kind of dazed for a minute, and didn’t start to struggle till after
the gag was secured, which by then was too late for her because noone
could here her muffled screams anymore. I punched the back of her
head to settle her down a bit, then proceeded to handcuff her hands
together, behind her back. I next cuffed her ankles, thus ensuring
that she could not get away. I took a strong rope out of my bag and
slipped it through the ankle and wrist cuffs, tying her wrists and
ankles together very tightly. Her legs were bent back pretty good,
and to make the bondage even tighter, I looped some cords around her
knees, forcing her legs together. She was ready to be moved, except
for one final thing, and after placing a hood over her face, I picked
her up, along with my bag, and carried her through the woods to my
waiting van.
I approached the van slowly, making sure that no cars were
coming down the street or that noone was walking their dog. I
quickly opened the rear door, put her inside and closed the door
behind me. This had happened so fast that she was still kind of
dazed and not really struggling, which made it easy for me to pack
her into a waiting heavy-duty trunk. Snapping the lid closed, I
piled some boxes around it, along with some moving blankets, and
crawled up to the front to start the engine. I was soon out of that
neighborhood safely and on my way home. I stopped for a minute at a
convenience store and bought some lottery tickets (since I figured my
luck was riding pretty high), some beer and cigarettes. I was home
half an hour later and pulling my van into the garage when I could
finally relax and start to enjoy my accomplishment. Beautiful Katie
was all mine!

Welcome to the Dungeon

After waiting for the garage door to close, I went into the
kitchen through the utility room and looked out of the window, making
sure that no cars had followed me. Everything looked clear, so I went
to the door that led into the basement, went down the stairs and
turned on the lights. Another door, which was always kept locked and
made out of steel, led down into the dungeon proper. It took me
months of slow excavation to dig out a new and lower level, which was
where I kept my bondage equipment and the girls I played with. I went
down into this chilly pit and turned on a few lights, ending up next
to a table where I liked to put the girls for their preliminary
exercises and preparations. After making sure all of the straps were
ready, I walked upstairs and returned to Katie waiting for me in the
stuffy trunk. She must have been really scared by now, because I
could hear her struggling as much as she could in the confined space,
trying to scream as loud as she could through the muffling gag. I
moved the boxes aside, unlatched the trunk and reached for her
helpless body.
She went rigid with fear as I told her, “Settle down bitch,
the real fun hasn’t even started yet. Just wait a few minutes…”
I picked her up out of the trunk and carried her downstairs,
after slipping loose the ropes that tied her ankles to her wrists. Su
Lin, of course had no idea where she was, but she at least knew she
was in some kind of building, especially when I carried her down the
stairs. I could feel that her body was tense, her senses alert as she
tried to figure out what was about to happen next. She soon found
out. I laid her down on the table and quickly slipped a strap around
her neck that secured her head to the hard, heavy table. I reached
under her back to unlock the cuffs in order to secure them to the
straps that ran from the upper corners of the table. I expected her
to struggle once her wrists were freed, they all did, and Katie was
no exception. A few quick slaps on the face stunned her long enough
for me to secure her arms, after which I slipped new ropes around her
ankles and secured them also. I untied the straps across her knees
and pulled on her ankle restraints till her legs were tightly locked
into place and very nicely spread.
I could tell that she was really nervous now. She was
probably expecting to be raped after I had tackled her to the ground
in front of her house. But she could tell that more than a ’simple’
rape was about to happen: she had been kidnapped and tied to this
table for more than forced sex. I talked to her while I removed her
hood and gag, since sometimes seeing what is about to happen can
really scare the shit out of them, especially at the beginning of
their training period. I had a fierce-looking leather mask on to
protect myself and her eyes widened with shock and fear when the hood
slipped off and she looked around the room. The first thing she tried
to do was lift her head to look down at her legs, but she couldn’t
raise her head enough to get a good look.
“Don’t worry my little slut, your legs look just fine.
They’ll look even better once I get your clothes off, bitch.”
I used a sharp pair of scissors to cut through the thin
material of the cotton skirt that she wore, leaving her in pretty red
panties. With her legs spread so wide, I could clearly see the outline
of her sweet pussy through the shear material. I let the blades of my
scissors run along her crack, teasing her tender mound with the sharp
ends through her panties. I opened the scissors and let one blade
slide about an inch into her hole. She pleaded, “Oh please, don’t cut
me down there! PLEASE!!!” Of course I would never damage a hole I
planned to use, but it was nice to let her think that I would. I
pushed the blade in a little deeper, till the only way I could get it
in farther would be by slicing up her tender pussy a little. I kept it
there for a few seconds, then eased it back out in order to cut her
panties off. She sighed with relief when she realized her vagina was
not about to be sliced and diced. I also removed her blouse and bra
very quickly, her nice tits still firm and pointing straight up. They
were real beauties and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on them, but I
like working on a new girl’s pussy first – it’s alot more humiliating
for them.
I was very impressed with her cunt: she had nice full lips and
a rather large clit. I like my girls this way; makes it easier to
clamp their cunts when you have more flesh to work with. I was going
to have to trim away some of that thick black hair, though, since I
like to have them clean shaven – comes out better in my pictures that
way. I used the scissors to trim down her long bush, cutting as close
as possible. I made sure, though, to keep a dark triangle patch of
hair above her cunt lips. I brushed away the lose hairs, and proceeded
to lather her pussy up with shaving cream in order to finish the job
right. I used a straight razor, and holding it firmly against her pussy
area, warned her, “Don’t make a move, stupid, or this damn thing just
may slice up some of that pretty pussy.” With the practiced touch of
an experienced barber, I carefully shaved away all of her pubes,
leaving her cunt as bare as the day she was born, except for a small
patch above her lips.
I placed a mirror above her waist and angled it so that she
could see what her slit looked like without hair. She seemed
rather taken aback, and felt extremely humiliated since her pussy lips
now seemed larger than usual without the protection of her pubes to
shield them. Her cunt was very puffy, her lips pouting and her clit
getting semi-erect. The slow shaving and the feeling of the cream had
slightly aroused her. I cleaned her up with a towel, and to arouse her
even further, I gently blew across her newly shaven mound. She started
to moan slightly and to slowly start grinding her hips as the cool
sensation of my breath touched her bare, wet lips. I could see her
getting more and more aroused, her clit starting to expand to its full
size and a few drops of cuntjuice glistened along her inner lips. I
tenderly put my fingers on her cunt and used them to push her pussy
lips open, exposing the deep pink hole beneath. I blew more air over
her lips and into her hole while my index finger started to gently rub
the clit that was now starting to poke out from beneath its hood. She
was really starting to get off, her hips rocking and her ass cheeks
clenching while the pace of her breathing quickened. There was a blush
spreading across her face, and her nipples were also starting to get
hard.
I kept up the manipulation of her pussy for a few more minutes,
until I felt that she was on the verge of coming. She was soon about
to learn that she wasn’t here for fun and games. While my right hand
kept her pussy happy, my left hand reached for a pair of pliers that I
kept on a shelf beneath the examination table. Not able to raise her
head, she didn’t see as I moved the heavy steel, sharp-toothed pliers
towards her hot and defenseless cunt. Without any warning, I cruelly
gripped her hard and aroused clit in the cruel jaws of the pliers,
squeezing as hard as I could. She went from pleasure to the most
severe pain she had ever felt, instantly. Her body stiffened, her toes
curled tight and her hands clenched into fists. She screamed and
screamed, but I kept up the tight pressure and piercing pain on her
sweet clit, even pulling the pliers towards me, stretching her
tender clit flesh tight. She tried raising her ass off the bench to
lessen the terrible strain on her clit, but the more she arched, the
harder I pulled, till eventually her clit was stretched to an
incredible length, near double its usual one-inch length. I reached up
with my free hand to her left breast, and gripped her tender nipple
with my fingers, pinching as cruelly as possible. This brought forth a
new urgency in her continual screaming. I could see her shaking with
the pain and there was a complete look of agony and terror in her face.
Poor bitch, I thought, in a few days this kind of treatment will be
nothing compared to what she will have endured in later sessions. After
a few minutes of torturing her clit and nipple, I released the tender
flesh and watched as she slowly calmed down and recovered from the pain
she had felt.
“Just think, my little slut-bitch, a few minutes ago you were
about to come, but got intense pain instead. Just think of that next
time you start feeling good. By the time I finish with you, you’ll be
coming every time I do what I just did.”
She was dazed and confused; I could see it in her eyes. Her
breathing was getting back to normal. She must have been wondering
what kind of man would want to do this to a sweet young girl like her.
What really got to her, though, was the unwelcome realization that the
evil abuse had started to slightly arouse her. Underneath the pain,
she had felt a stirring in the deep nerves of her cunt and tits, and
this was something she couldn’t understand. She had liked the way her
first boyfriend had treated her in bed: he was very rough, slapping her
ass and pinching her nipples hard while fucking her. But this kind of
abuse was totally different. Simply put, she was confused.
I decided it was time to introduce her tits to the concept of
severe pain. I roughly mauled and handled her fleshy mounds, admiring
their firmness and roundness. She had large tits for such a skinny
little gal and I knew they would turn up great in the pictures I
planned to take. My fingers grazed her nipples gently, circling around
the tan areola of each breast, till her nipples were up and waiting for
abuse. I literally shook with lust as I squeezed her tits. Her
nipples were very long, just perfect for clamping, so I figured it was
about time to introduce her to my steel clamps. For her first
experience, I planned to use a pair of spring clamps with very sharp
teeth. The end of the clamp had a ring so that I could pass a cord
through it and force her tits up by pulling on them with cords. I
reached for the clamps and brought them up to her face, so that she
could see what I was about to use on her. I liked the look of fear on
her face when she saw the sharp, serrated edge of the clamps and I
could tell that she seemed to have an idea what they would be used for.
She started whimpering, “Please…please…don’t put those
things on me! I’ll do anything you want. I’ll blow you, let you fuck
me wherever you want, but don’t put those on me!” I loved to hear her
plead and it made me feel great that this slut, who 2 hours ago
wouldn’t have looked at me twice, was now begging me to fuck her.
Amazing what a little bit of pain can do – it’s alot easier than buying
them drinks at a bar and hoping they’ll fuck you later.
I wasn’t in the fucking mood, though, so I ignored her offer
and proceeded to clamp her hard tit-tips. I slipped one clamp over her
right tit, easing on the pressure slowly so that she could feel it
gradually squeezing and cutting into her tender flesh. By the time I
let go, she was vainly trying to shake the clamp off by bouncing her
tits around. But this clamp was tight, and the shaking only increased
the pain she felt. I quickly attached the second clamp, and this
brought forth new screams as the nerves in her nipples felt something
they had never felt before: severe, crushing pain. The teeth of the
clamps were doing their job magnificently, cutting into the tender
flesh and forcing out minute drops of blood. I held the clamps in my
hands and slowly raised them away from her chest, pulling her nipples
into tight, painful cones. I connected each clamp with a cord that
came down from a ceiling pulley system while she watched in dismay.
She realized what I was up to when she saw me turn a crank that pulled
on the cords that held her clamped nipples. After a few turns, her
tits were slowly being pulled skyward, increasing the pressure on her
nipples and bringing out a fresh round of screaming from her crying
face. I loved the way she looked now. Her legs were tightly spread,
with her pussy recovering from the abuse her clit had endured, and her
tits were pulled up tight and hard, making them look unnatural as
though they defied gravity. Best of all, though, was the look of
absolute terror that blanketed her face. She was slowly realizing that
she might not get out of this in one piece; that she had met a man who
got off on torturing women, and that she was in for nothing but abuse
and torture for the rest of her life. Yesterday, she was nineteen and
had felt that the world was before her. But now she was nothing more
than a pair of tits, a cunt and an ass for any man to abuse and use.
She was starting to break down mentally under the assault
inflicted upon her tits and cunt. I decided to let her contemplate her
situation, so after a few more cranks on the pulley to really stretch
her tits, I left her alone and turned off the lights. I was hungry
after this hard days night, so I went upstairs to the land of the
living and made myself a sandwich. Katie’s abuse would continue after
a light snack and a couple of beers.

I was heartbroken and tired of having to turn to the palm sisters each
morning so I decided to start looking again for a good woman who could
satisfy my desires and needs.

The new cashier we hired where I work, was a little on the short side
with shoulder length blonde hair, and deep blue eyes with a
mischievious glint in them. Up front she had a pair of 38’s that
looked soft but firm and an ass that was dying to be squeezed.

Sherry was my target and my arrow was getting hard.

During a slow spell in the store we started playing sledgehammer
baseball! We used a beach ball and a sledghammer to play with.
(no, we didn’t have a sports section!) I ended up breaking a decorative
chandolier with a hit to the deep right. Everyone in the game helped
me clean the mess up before all the floor managers came out of their
meeting. Sherry was in front of me as I stood up after picking up the
last piece. She gave me a deep hug and held me, squashing her warm
mammaries into my ribs. I didn’t want to come on too strong, so I let go
but she didn’t. She held me until my neglected appendage came to
life. She must have felt if for she looked up at me and smiled, then
walked away.

She left me standing there with a raging bull of a hard-on.

Ted, a friend of mine from the store was going out with one of the managers
who was also friends with Sherry. The three of them convinced me to
go out with them for a night of partying. At home, I jerked off to get
rid of any pent-up frustrations and also stop me from cumming too quickly
if, by chance I were to get lucky. Then I had a long shower, daydreaming
about the night’s possible scenerios.

Sherry and I got the back seat of the Malibu while we drove around
deciding what to do. Forty-five minutes and three screwdrivers later
we were down by the lake beside a motorhome watching the submarine races.
Ted and Jo-anne hit the beach while Sherry and I snuggled up in the backseat.

She was a hot chick with one thing on her mind, as I was about to find
out. She sucked my tongue as we kissed and grabbed my crotch trying
to pull my dick out of my pants. I removed my pants as she did hers
and I started to go for her fury pussy with my wild thing when she
asked me to fuck her tits first.

While she was sitting up in the backseat, I squeezed her mungous mams
together around my cock and pumped between them while she grabbed my
ass cheeks closer to her body. She tried to look down and see the
action and almost got her mouth stuffed with my now leaking cock head.

She laid on her back now with her head propped by the car as I straddled
her chest and fucked he tits pushing farther and farther up to her
mouth as my target. Seeing my dick head leaking some juice, Sherry
wanted it to stroke into her mouth on the up-stroke of her tit fuck.
Being of sound mind, I gave the woman her wish. This brought me to
the brink of insane pleasure.

I had to stop and cool it down but the hot little chick wanted it in
her mouth. It was now my turn to lay back and get worked on and boy
did she work on me. She wet down the head then sucked it into her
mouth while she kept a firm hand on my root. She whipped her tongue
around and around the head until I thought it would explode. Instead
it went a little numb. This let me enjoy one of the longest and
wettest blowjobs of my life.

She had my pecker buried half way into her head and started the old up
and down bobbing we all love. Ecstasy is the way that I would
describe her sucking. With my right hand, I buried my middle finger
up to the last possible knuckle and started plunging into her dripping
snatch. Her steady sucking turned into a whirl wind blowjob.

Her left hand had a good grip on my dick as her mouth had that steady
suction action that was slowly drawing a trickle of juice from my balls
into her throat. She was jacking her hand up as her sucking mouth came
down. She was getting tired now and couldn’t believe the staying
power I was displaying. Neither could I.

She started a harder, faster and more furious sucking action as her
right hand started kneeding the cum in my balls. Her tongue was
whipping up a froth on my pulsing purple head and I gritted my teeth
as I held off my milky lava.

“I’m going to cum … I’m going to cum”, I blurted. She stopped for a
moment and rested her tongue on my cockhead and looked into my eyes as
I panted. She looked like she wasn’t sure if she should continue.
In an instant, she resumed the fast and furious cock sucking with new
gusto as she made up her mind to finish me off in her mouth.

Enough was enough. I grabbed her head as I arched my body off the
seat and grunted with each sticky blast of cum from my twitching cockhead
into the farthest reaches of her mouth and throat. As I continued to
shoot wads into her mouth, she squeezed my ball sack with her right hand
and milk me with her left hand. She didn’t swallow any of my cum, yet.

Her mouth was savouring the sticky pool of semen that was now collected
in her mouth. Like a mouthwash, she swished it around in her mouth to
relish my cum’s taste. She seemed to enjoy it that way. I didn’t
mind either. She seemed to taste test it like a fine wine. After a
minute of this she was able to speak her first words since I had
filled her mouth with my meat.

“It has a nice salty tang to it with just the right amount of
viscosity. Not too tart and not too bitter. Just the way I like it!”