Eva leaped through the door planting her feet wide apart, bent at the knees and braced, she was in position to fire. She pulled the trigger as quickly...as possible. Three silenced thuds into the wrapped up figure on the bed. Pillow dust! Something was wrong. It was like a blur, so fast she couldn’t react in time. The cord was around her neck. Just as quickly, it tightened. Eva attempted to shoot her pistol back over her shoulder. One thud and a bullet went into the wall by the bathroom. A. A new picture popped into my head. I visualized the slave I wanted to be: a slave who doesn’t presume to take that which isn’t given. I saw her holding on and delaying the crash inside her as Master slammed away inside her, knowing he was bringing her to the brink with his cock. In my imagination, I saw my Master’s face soften and I heard him command her to come. I wanted that to be me and I felt a warm surge of energy flow through me. Suddenly, my arms were no longer tired and I smiled to. Tonight, as she sat in her chair on the patio sipping her wine, she looked up at those same stars with tears in her eyes. She was alone. She had been without him before, but this was different. This was forever. She stood and dried her eyes before heading inside to bed. She set her glass in the sink before heading upstairs. Walking up the stairs, her legs felt like they had weights attached. Each step was heavier than the last. She reached the top of the stairs and turned toward the bedroom–. What have I got my self into this time!She climbed up on top of me and I could feel that thing laying in my now slick ass crack, she said spread them wider honey, I'll go slow, you'll get to love this, ever so slowly she pushed into me, the pain was the most intense I had ever felt, this huge piece of meat spreading me open like never before. She would stop and rest for a time and let me relax and get used to it, it felt so fucking big I said how much is in and she said about half, I just.