As you read this I drag you through the screen to my barn in the woods where nobody will hear your screams. I tie you to a chair, despite your protest, and get my knife to cut you out of your clothes. I must see you body with my own eyes, touch it, feel it. I put a zip tie around your throat, you know these? You zip them tighter and tighter, notch by notch, zip zip zip, until it is snug around your throat, threatening to bite painfully into your flesh, chocking you. But not yet! My hands, soft and warn, explore your body. They have touched many bodys, they know where to search for the sweet spots where my fingers make you moan with delight. But careful- each time you moan, the tie -zip- around your throat goes tighter, and I am still far from petting your crotch, there are so many other places in need of tender attention. Can you keep silent? Maybe so, but I can cheat and just pinch your nipples until you are forced to make a noise...

Strega, there is but one way to save your throat, the magic words, you remember them? Fick mich, fottimi, foda me, fuck me! Cast this spell upon me, and I will turn you loose, drag you to the old mattress, each stain a fond memory of the sins committed on it. There I will force my dick into your ass just like a conqueror places his flagpole into the beach of an island he reached. We both know it is useless to claim you as my property, as no single man can own a cagna like you, but dont we both enjoy the attempt?

My cock goes into your mouth, as I must feel your skills in sucking cock. It is so easy for a woman to spread her legs and let a man inside her pelvis, but sucking cock needs experience I am sure you have. Still I must feel it myself, enjoy it, the way you look in my eyes when my most sensitive part is between your teeth.

We know where this leads to - your fica. I need to feel it, get your smell on me, I will not wash for days. Lesser men might want to be a tampon, draining you of blood, but I want to leave something there. It is most natural, my fucking you excercises your muscles and keeps incontinence away from you. Its the kind of exercise we both enjoy so much, screaming and shouting, exhausting us into one sweaty lump of bodies glued together by our secrets...

I wish you the worst in your dreams, which is me, as real life is boring enough!

Johnblack1967