" "What have you done," he demanded anger on his face. "I was so hurt and angry and I hated him more than Slant for his betrayal. I reached out with m... claws and raked them down his face. He must not expected me to attack him because he was to slow to stop me and I lay open the skin on four parallel diagonal cuts across his face. He lost an eye; my claw sliced it cleanly in two as my clawed finger slid into the socket. He shoved me away from him and howled as he clutched his face. 'Now everyone. Oh, yes, Max, my Tiger! Fuck me! Hurt me!’ Her mind seemed distant again. She closed her eyes, and drifted in a warm sea of pleasure, mixed with numbing pain. She rubbed her clit against Max’s finger as if drunk, trying to forget to her predicament. Suddenly, the door burst open. The abrupt movement startled Emma from her reverie, and the resulting vibration on the frame toppled the weights. Emma howled as the clamps bit into her nipples and the chains distended her tits. She came to, Max had. He died when I was fifteen, not too young for his tastes, but too young as his daughter. Dollar to nickels, he'd have offered me a white snort on my seventeenth birthday. Instead, that was the day I left home. Mother caught me in bed with a young neighbor boy, Raymond. He couldn't have been older than twelve, but I felt safe with him. My parents were my only example of adult sexuality, and I was scare to death of it. That doesn't mean I didn't get horny. I grew to inherit both my parent's sex. “I just hope that Jamie doesn’t put me down again…I’m not sure what I’m going to do if he tries to start something.” “Just count to 10, and remember that you can’t go off half cocked every time that somebody insults you or makes you feel less than a man,” my wife gave her sage advice with a hand over mine, “he is only trying to get a rise out of you, and you walk into it so easily.” My wife was right of course, I needed to stay calm and keep my temper in check, and just allow this egotistical.