How did she know? I started to go to the bathroom to change and she said, "No I want to see you transform into a slut right here." I certainly was not...going to argue. I quickly undressed and then started to dress into Nikki's very hot clothes.After I slid on the heels she pulled out some lips gloss and painted my lips. She then pulled me close and we started to kiss, deep long french kissing. It was amazing. I eased my hands up to her tits then pulled down her dress exposing two tits that had. Brad ravaged my pussy all the while squeezing and pinching my tits until he left bruises but I loved every minute of it. I was moaning over and over begging him to fuck me harder. He was calling me names that I should have hated but it just seemed right coming from him. He called me his slut and his whore while he savaged my cunt repeatedly. Yes, my cunt! That’s what Brad called it. Not a pretty word like pussy, that’s for love making. Cunt is for fucking and that’s what Brad was doing. Fucking. ‘Mmmmm hmmmm, keep thinking that.’ He smiled as he felt her hips thrust against his fingers. ‘Yousee? Already your body is betraying you.’ ‘Noooooo’ she groaned, struggling not to enjoy his sick torture, even though her pussy was throbbing with her need, her breathing heavy as she fought to keep from enjoying it. James slid his fingers out of the woman’s soaking wet cunt, then licked her juices off of them. ‘Mmmmmmmm sweet as honey. Don’t think I’m done with you yet. We’re only getting warmed. Had Zai ever told the palace he was an empathy, he could of expected a job washing dishes. At best.But Zai's empathic skill was as twisted as his sexual desires. He didn't feel exactly what his victims felt, but a dulled down version. So the deeper the pain he caused, the better his resulting ecstasy. The boy before him had turned out to be a resilient soul, and Zai had been brought to ever higher peaks by the wounds he'd wrought into the boy's skin. And when he'd snapped the boy's arm, and he.