They don’t complain, they don’t bleed and there is no guilt afterwards.”I closed my eyes for a moment. There, in front of me, smiling and smirki...g, superior and all powerful, was his face. He knew he was in control, and that I was just a plaything. He could do anything he wanted to me and I was powerless to stop him. He loved the screams of pain. He loved the scent, the sight and the taste of blood. He was giddy when he could breathe in the aroma of cauterized flesh. And I was next.The twelve. ?At the services Susan and Ellie ate in one of the overpricedrestaurants and bought provisions including two cheap replacementmobile phones with pay as you go sim?s, Susan went back to the car andwith Ellie waiting in the car with the engine running she opened theold metal biscuit tin and placed one of the phones in the back of aplumbers pickup truck and the other she wedged into the tarpaulin of alarge flatbed transporter, Susan then left the car park but instead ofentering the motorway exited. It was fun for her to feel invaded, publically displayed, and to know that she was safe with me, even in the middle of something so wrong, so … risky. I would hear soft moans from her from time to time, and she would rub her body against the floor, stimulating miniature waves of pleasure as I explored her with the foreign objects, but never did she have the powerful orgasms that our lovemaking sessions would bring on. Usually after an hour or so of this teasing, she would get up and pronounce. She looked dazed, "I came," she said. Dot made it sound like it was the first time.I told Dot the whole neighborhood knew, and she said, "No, you don't understand. I think that was the strongest orgasm I have ever had. That last one sent an electric shock through my body."We had a cuddle, and I helped Dot to her feet. Dot left the towel for me to pick up, and we walked to the table where our coffees were."Do you want this?" I asked Dot, offering her the towel.Dot told me she was fine, so I.