She was scared.I could see it in her eyes. They were frozen and still and they stared at me like the shudder of silence.But it wasn't just fear. There was something else. More. She was petrified."Stay ... stay away," she stammered, shrinking back into the darkness, her arms outstretched and her fingers exploring frantically for the crevices in the wall. "D ... don ... don't come any closer!"The involuntary wobble of her jaw echoed through her shoulders towards her flattened breasts and belly, and then a gentle roll of her midriff and a shake of her hips whacked her fear down her legs to her feet.Have you ever seen a bitch that's afraid? One that's shitting and crapping in her pants? If so, you'll know. This one was scared."Please!" she screeched. "Don't touch me!"Her high-pitched squeals came as putty to my sad, decaying ears.Who was she, I wondered, this troubled, colorful delusion? And why had she gate crashed so abruptly into my old forgotten life? Was she an angel of the L

Should I hurt her? Should I play with her like a cat with a bird, teasing her garments from her body as if with a knife?It's an idea and I could if I wanted. Have you ever been tempted to do something like that, I mean if you had the power and there were no one to stop you? Most men have. They dream of it. They imagine the power."I ... I don't know," she babbles, horror and foreboding churning in her stomach. "F ... father said this was a safe place, that I should come here if ... if ... I had to and there were no alternative ... but ... mon dieu. This isn't safe ... It's beneath human creation and I don't understand why I'm here. Oh Papa! Papa! What have you done?"She lifted her dress and examined her knee, using her petticoats to shield her stocking as a Matador would use a cape with a bull. But I managed to side step her guard and I peered at her knee and the heaven above it, the red garter and the bare white thigh and the flash of pink silk. But because I did so she called me i

"I told you what happened, monsieur. They started with the servant girls because they wanted to prolong the misery for those such as myself of the upper classes. So these less fortunate women were told to undress and forced to the ground." She was breathing deeply, puffing out her cheeks. "I saw three men attacking one girl. Can you believe that? While one of them was attacking her from the front another would be doing it from behind, in the rear - you imagine such a thing? It was terrible. I'd not known that a man could do such a thing. And another one had his thing in her mouth. Can you imagine? They were like animals. Worse. They did it in the streets and the gutters with people watching, and there were boys joining in: young boys attacking grown women and doing it just because they were allowed to. And then, when they were finished with the rape, they did worse."She paused because she was finding it difficult to talk now. Her voice was faint, shaky and broken. Her poise was haph

For some minutes we sat in separate kaleidoscopes of emotion, not knowing what either should do. Her expression was cautious yet careful - although unfortunately not lustful - yet it did contain angst and the beginnings of empathy, and I sensed that it was born of something hidden within her soul that maybe I could foster. I was a brute and she was a lady, and yet there was an unspoken contradiction that connected us - something indeterminate, intuitively innate and incandescent, something spiritual, and because of it, she seemed to relax.She took the weight from her leg and sat upon a large boulder. She was still a little distance from me but she was calmer, lighter, but still half in darkness and half in reflection of the light. "I know what it's like to lose someone you love," she sniffed somberly, looking around and studying the layout of my home, admiring its domed ceiling and its thousands of dagger like stalactites.The fact that she was looking at it made me look too, and as

She trembled, cowering in front of me, and she glanced hopelessly towards the locked door. "Please!" she murmured. "Don't do this! Have mercy! You're better than this. Far better. I'm a lady!"I could smell her fragrant perspiration. It was running down her cleavage and mingling with the aroma of sandalwood in the damp, stale air of that cave. I could smell her nakedness and her fear."Christine!" I growled, worming my fingers between her arms and prodding her breasts. "I'm not playing with you! Quite the contrary. I'm going to fuck you and I don't care how long it takes. So first I want you to take off your things!"Still she didn't do anything, so I snarled at her, pretending to be angry. I grabbed her neck and twisted her around, using her neck to hoist her from the ground; and up she came, her veins bulging and her feet clawing at thin air. I raised my other arm with the rock and aimed it at her forehead, wondering how much force it would take to open her skull.Not much, I know f