"I go the weekend, right through to Sunday night, without feeding." She gave him the hairy eyeball. "And no stabbing your tongue on my fangs, either."...Okay." The rest of the weekend, we test our other boundaries," she said waggling her eyebrows. He waggled his right back. "And we need to see how long you can go without passing out while you have your senses 'spun up.'" She paused to sip at her tea."Whatever made you think to call it that, anyway?" she asked inquisitively.He frowned in. I moved my hand around to her abdomen then down to find her slit. She was very wet and I got some of her juices and rubbed them up to her clit. Oh, yeah, I could feel her tense when I hit he magic button."Eww, yeah, do that, right there."Each time I begin to pull back, Lyssa tightens her muscles giving the most incredible feeling and she's giving soft moans so she must be enjoying our lovemaking."Is it good, Lyssa?" Oh, yeah, I love this way, it really feels good. I'm not going to last much. When Smyth finally indicated that he knew no more, the abuse resumed. The interrogator claimed the pain was just to verify Smyth's answers, but Percy suspected the pain was just to punish Smyth.It was almost a month later when the interrogator declared that Smyth's questioning would produce nothing else useful. He asked Percy, "What do you wish done with this filth?"Percy replied, "Bring him back to some form of awareness. I was to talk to him."It took another two days before Smyth was brought. I then cupped her breast over her t shirt the filled my hands. They were soft and firm and standing erect with her projected nipple which was like my little finger size.I tweaked them and put my hand on her thigh and send it in to her joint and crotch. Silky panties met my hands. I found her joint wet and I rubbed her there and felt trimmed hair. She was holding my dick over my pajama. I pulled her t shirt up and felt her nipple and breast over her bra and slowly lifted her bra over her breast.