Shaking I re-read the article hoping I had got got it wrong. I couldn't get out of my mind her bleeding cunt as I had forcibly raped her ... three ti...es! I started the van, immediately did a u-turn, and put my foot down heading for the quarry. I was going to kill the filthy slut. I was going to slice open her foul neck. I was going to rip open her contaminated belly. I was going to stab her in both eyes. I was going to... I tried to calm down and think rationally, but all I could. I savored that joy of being engulfed by her again and again. I fucked her hard, her wet pussy smacking into my blonde bush every time I plunged into her. I shuddered, breathing in so deeply, loving this moment so much.I fucked her hard while the camera recorded it all. Cliff was behind me, getting that low angle. My pussy tingled, on display. My juices trickled down my thighs as I thrust cock harder and deeper into her bowels. I speared into her with all my power.“Oh, fuck, this is incredible!”. Liz tried to put her arms around himAl wheezed "I'd rather that damn demon hurts me... instead of... you..." Al said weakly, but as he said that Liz writhed and howled, she glowed and shook the apartment. She reeled from Al and went to a corner and shook, but ultimately she just sat there. She looked at her hands, then at Al. Her arm stretched and grabbed hold of Al. She lifted him up and brought him to her chest. As he watched her chest draw near the spikey scales retracted back to pale soft. Hell, my whole life is a mixed picture, for that matter. I always stopped short of getting to the real issue, the one underneath. Was I really bored with darkroom work? Well, yes. I wanted it to be done, I took shortcuts, I didn't do that one more print that would have been better. I settled for "good enough," and only once in a while did I actually produce something really good. When I did, it was grand, no question, but too often it was a print that was "almost." "Almost," the story of my.