Anne was a hardcore pain-slut and had been into heavy BDSM before it was no longer intense enough for her. She was alone, and had already been waiting...for some time. They always did this to build anticipation. Even though she wanted this there was still fear. She feared her death even while she sought it out. She feared that she might be mutilated even if she survived. The pain she adored but if she was damaged too badly she might loose feeling and not be able to get off in the future. The fear. My body was trembling with the need to feel him inside me. I knew he could feel it, too. My heart was racing and we were both breathing quickly when the dance ended. Without a word he turned and pulled me toward the exit. Neither of us said a word as I followed him to his pickup. He unlocked the driver's door and I slid in with him right behind me. He looked at me as I sat next to him and smiled when my hand dropped to the leg nearest mine."You look like you need a good fucking," he stated as. “Aw, don’t stop,” she murmured in my ear. Her kips rose again and fell as she tried to will my hand back to her pussy. I was so turned on watch this little teenager trying to bring herself to an orgasm that I grabbed her crotch and began rubbing with gusto. Candi felt it and bucked back. Her groans filled the car and when she tried to kiss me, I kissed back. A few frantic seconds went by as Candi tried to get off on my hand. She was right there and I knew it, but it would take me sticking a. ‘Oh Damn!!’ Shannon yelled. ‘Miss O’Malley, are you ok up there?’ Allen called. ‘Yes, I just can’t see…..OUCH….’ The last thing Allen heard was a thud as something fell to the floor up above his head. Grabbing a candle from the table in the foyer, he took the steps two at a time. ‘Shannon??…where are you?’…..he got no answer. His heart was racing and he wasn’t sure why….but he knew something was wrong, and it bothered him. Holding the candle higher he found an open bedroom door. As he moved.