Chapter 135: 135 An Eye For An Eye
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Chapter 135 Chapter 135 An Eye For An Eye
Between his swollen black eye, split lips, broken teeth, and bleeding mouth, Paul could hardly string any words together.
"This is my gift to you BOY!"
The naked redhead curled her right hand again up in the air, and brought it low again in silent swishing, muffled noise. Paul's other cheek slammed against the wall this time- shooting a fresh dose of pain through his side profile.
In the process, his molars bit down hard on his tongue, nearly chewing through it in half. He whimpered in agony as he struggled to breathe through the combined pain of a broken tooth, a smashed nose, and a bloody lip.
"I-AM-thohweee!!'" he cried again- trembling all over like a whopped child.
His tear filled eyes, broken lips, and bleeding gum robbed him of the ability to use the letters 's' and 'r.'
Still on the ground- with his face puffing, and nose bleeding as well, Paul dropped to an even lower altitiude. His arms stretched out before him, he bowed his head in between his arms- prostrating all the way to the ground with his head touching the floor;
"I sweaaar, I WEE NOT BE WUDE AGAIN!!!"
His whole body shuddered. His arms wobbled under the weight of his body. He kept kowtowing repeatedly, heaving his frame up and down- crying out his promises;
"Pweeese spare meee!! I beg ob you!! Pweeese!"
His one good eye caught sight of the sprawled dead bodies- and he remembered how they also begged. So he begged even more. And continued to beg- whimpering like a repentant puppy, and squealing uncomfortably.
Monica face was as hard as a rock.
Her eyes were even harder.
Hands balled into fists, shoulders terse, and her legs parted slightly, she looked upon Paul- literally looking down on him, enjoying every bit of his subservience. On her bare chest, her soft curvy breasts swelled with each breath she took.
Her long lean arms, complimented her long lean legs. Hair flaming in the light of the burning torch, she stood boldly over his kowtowing frame- looming over him with the power of life and death in her eyes.
She remained still- motionless, as if pondering what step she should take.
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Paul was still kowtowing when he heard the sound of something dropping to his sides.
Immediately, in the middle of a bow- he craned his neck sideways. His eyes searched about frantically, until he found the pile of rope.
Confused, he popped his head up- searching her face for any kind of clues.
"Tie your hands together." she grunted; "If it's anything short of tight, I will feed you to the next Black Widow I see. . ."
Paul's body broke into action instantly.
He stretched out his right hand to his side, and picked up the length of rope lying on the ground. Starting with his wrists, he began to line it aroundin coils, hurrying as though his life depended on it. Looming in and out in amateur knots, he managed a few loops, and ended up using his own teeth to finish the job.
Still on his knees, and fully tied up, he looked up the naked woman standing before him with her pussy to his face. With a manic look and a permanent scowl on her face, she said;
"Get your ass up, we're going for a walk. . ."
It was music to Paul's ears. At least, to him it meant he wasn't dying just yet. Wedging himself with his bound hands, his flamboyant clothes rustled noisily as he hoisted himself up.
"Walk mother fu**er. You'd better not stop until I say so. . ."
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A sweeping breeze greeted him as soon as he stepped out of the cave. His eyes went round in shock when he saw the terrain engulfed in darkness. A silver plate hung in the sky. Scattered across the night sky were constellations of stars. They shone with the faint glow of a luminous confetti- silently lighting up the sky with their soft lights.
Monica's hand came in from behind- shoving him roughly.
"Who said you could stop? My friend you better get to stepping!"
With Paul in front, with Monica's still naked form right behind, and Nexus plodding along softly by her side, the group of three branched out of the cave, leaving the dead bodies behind for the bats.
"Stop,"
She ordered when they came upon a sturdy tree. A manic smile curved its way across her mouth;
"You're going to love this. . ."
Paul tensed. Still bound, his shoulders slanted as he turned around to face her. As soon as his cheek spun just slightly in her direction, his face caught Monica's right fist hurtling through the air with a fierce jab.
Pow!
A sickening crunch sound of hardened knuckles clashing against bone confirmed the powerful jab. Caught completely off guard, with no time to brace, Paul twirled around in a circle before crashing down to the earth in a knock out.
A few minutes later, he awakened to the sky under his feet, and the ground above him! It took him a full minute to realize he was hanging upside down!
Face red from all the blood rushing to his head, and feeling like he was suffocating, he huffed and puffed like a growling bear. While struggling, he discovered his arms had been tied behind him. Both his legs had been strung up, and hanging from a tree.
Paul tensed when a tingling unfamiliar feeling rippled through him.
His eyebrows curved, and his lips pursed- what the fuck is that?
Struggling to breathe, Paul jerked his head, forcing himself to look downwards when he felt the slap of the cool night breeze on his naked balls. At once, a cry of surprise sliced through the cold night's air. He been stripped naked- completely!
"Stop squealing like a pig, you're taking the fun out of this for me."
Eyes bulging, hands and feet throbbing, Paul's neck craned in her direction only to find she was still naked! Gazing at her in utter nervousness, he kept his eyes away from the sight of her inverted pussy, doing his best to search her eyes- looking for any clue, anxious to find out what this was about.
"Monica I thaid I wath thowee dammit! I wonth bother yuu again! I pwomise!!"
His broken teeth, and chewed tongue impaired his speech greatly. On top of that, it seemed he could only see with one eye. And that was particularly annoying because he was dangling upside down from the tree and swaying from side to side- so he had to keep angling his head painfully just to be able to see her.
"Oh shut up," she rebuked him, you sound ridiculous."
In the darkness, the silver glint of a blade flashed in Monica's right hand. She wielded it upside down like an assasin- holding it by the hilt, letting the cold steel press up against her wrist and lower arm.
The entirety of Paul's face twisted in mental and physical agony. Mouth hanging half-open, swinging from from the tree, his eyes followed the blade hidden behind her palm- trailing it with his darting eyes, and breathing in short-desperate gasps.
Behind her, the mysterious flying swordsman remained silent- arms folded across his chest, coat flapping in the wind, and with his round hat shrouding his eyes and dark features from the moonlight.
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Chapter 135 Chapter 135 An Eye For An Eye
Between his swollen black eye, split lips, broken teeth, and bleeding mouth, Paul could hardly string any words together.
"This is my gift to you BOY!"
The naked redhead curled her right hand again up in the air, and brought it low again in silent swishing, muffled noise. Paul's other cheek slammed against the wall this time- shooting a fresh dose of pain through his side profile.
In the process, his molars bit down hard on his tongue, nearly chewing through it in half. He whimpered in agony as he struggled to breathe through the combined pain of a broken tooth, a smashed nose, and a bloody lip.
"I-AM-thohweee!!'" he cried again- trembling all over like a whopped child.
His tear filled eyes, broken lips, and bleeding gum robbed him of the ability to use the letters 's' and 'r.'
Still on the ground- with his face puffing, and nose bleeding as well, Paul dropped to an even lower altitiude. His arms stretched out before him, he bowed his head in between his arms- prostrating all the way to the ground with his head touching the floor;
"I sweaaar, I WEE NOT BE WUDE AGAIN!!!"
His whole body shuddered. His arms wobbled under the weight of his body. He kept kowtowing repeatedly, heaving his frame up and down- crying out his promises;
"Pweeese spare meee!! I beg ob you!! Pweeese!"
His one good eye caught sight of the sprawled dead bodies- and he remembered how they also begged. So he begged even more. And continued to beg- whimpering like a repentant puppy, and squealing uncomfortably.
Monica face was as hard as a rock.
Her eyes were even harder.
Hands balled into fists, shoulders terse, and her legs parted slightly, she looked upon Paul- literally looking down on him, enjoying every bit of his subservience. On her bare chest, her soft curvy breasts swelled with each breath she took.
Her long lean arms, complimented her long lean legs. Hair flaming in the light of the burning torch, she stood boldly over his kowtowing frame- looming over him with the power of life and death in her eyes.
She remained still- motionless, as if pondering what step she should take.
------------------------
Paul was still kowtowing when he heard the sound of something dropping to his sides.
Immediately, in the middle of a bow- he craned his neck sideways. His eyes searched about frantically, until he found the pile of rope.
Confused, he popped his head up- searching her face for any kind of clues.
"Tie your hands together." she grunted; "If it's anything short of tight, I will feed you to the next Black Widow I see. . ."
Paul's body broke into action instantly.
He stretched out his right hand to his side, and picked up the length of rope lying on the ground. Starting with his wrists, he began to line it aroundin coils, hurrying as though his life depended on it. Looming in and out in amateur knots, he managed a few loops, and ended up using his own teeth to finish the job.
Still on his knees, and fully tied up, he looked up the naked woman standing before him with her pussy to his face. With a manic look and a permanent scowl on her face, she said;
"Get your ass up, we're going for a walk. . ."
It was music to Paul's ears. At least, to him it meant he wasn't dying just yet. Wedging himself with his bound hands, his flamboyant clothes rustled noisily as he hoisted himself up.
"Walk mother fu**er. You'd better not stop until I say so. . ."
---------------------
A sweeping breeze greeted him as soon as he stepped out of the cave. His eyes went round in shock when he saw the terrain engulfed in darkness. A silver plate hung in the sky. Scattered across the night sky were constellations of stars. They shone with the faint glow of a luminous confetti- silently lighting up the sky with their soft lights.
Monica's hand came in from behind- shoving him roughly.
"Who said you could stop? My friend you better get to stepping!"
With Paul in front, with Monica's still naked form right behind, and Nexus plodding along softly by her side, the group of three branched out of the cave, leaving the dead bodies behind for the bats.
"Stop,"
She ordered when they came upon a sturdy tree. A manic smile curved its way across her mouth;
"You're going to love this. . ."
Paul tensed. Still bound, his shoulders slanted as he turned around to face her. As soon as his cheek spun just slightly in her direction, his face caught Monica's right fist hurtling through the air with a fierce jab.
Pow!
A sickening crunch sound of hardened knuckles clashing against bone confirmed the powerful jab. Caught completely off guard, with no time to brace, Paul twirled around in a circle before crashing down to the earth in a knock out.
A few minutes later, he awakened to the sky under his feet, and the ground above him! It took him a full minute to realize he was hanging upside down!
Face red from all the blood rushing to his head, and feeling like he was suffocating, he huffed and puffed like a growling bear. While struggling, he discovered his arms had been tied behind him. Both his legs had been strung up, and hanging from a tree.
Paul tensed when a tingling unfamiliar feeling rippled through him.
His eyebrows curved, and his lips pursed- what the fuck is that?
Struggling to breathe, Paul jerked his head, forcing himself to look downwards when he felt the slap of the cool night breeze on his naked balls. At once, a cry of surprise sliced through the cold night's air. He been stripped naked- completely!
"Stop squealing like a pig, you're taking the fun out of this for me."
Eyes bulging, hands and feet throbbing, Paul's neck craned in her direction only to find she was still naked! Gazing at her in utter nervousness, he kept his eyes away from the sight of her inverted pussy, doing his best to search her eyes- looking for any clue, anxious to find out what this was about.
"Monica I thaid I wath thowee dammit! I wonth bother yuu again! I pwomise!!"
His broken teeth, and chewed tongue impaired his speech greatly. On top of that, it seemed he could only see with one eye. And that was particularly annoying because he was dangling upside down from the tree and swaying from side to side- so he had to keep angling his head painfully just to be able to see her.
"Oh shut up," she rebuked him, you sound ridiculous."
In the darkness, the silver glint of a blade flashed in Monica's right hand. She wielded it upside down like an assasin- holding it by the hilt, letting the cold steel press up against her wrist and lower arm.
The entirety of Paul's face twisted in mental and physical agony. Mouth hanging half-open, swinging from from the tree, his eyes followed the blade hidden behind her palm- trailing it with his darting eyes, and breathing in short-desperate gasps.
Behind her, the mysterious flying swordsman remained silent- arms folded across his chest, coat flapping in the wind, and with his round hat shrouding his eyes and dark features from the moonlight.
Chapter 135 Chapter 135 An Eye For An Eye Between his swollen black eye, split lips, broken teeth, and bleeding mouth, Paul could hardly string any words together. "This is my gift to you BOY!" The naked redhead curled her right hand again up in the air, and brought it low again in silent swishing, muffled noise. Paul's other cheek slammed against the wall this time- shooting a fresh dose of pain through his side profile. In the process, his molars bit down hard on his tongue, nearly chewing through it in half. He whimpered in agony as he struggled to breathe through the combined pain of a broken tooth, a smashed nose, and a bloody lip. "I-AM-thohweee!!'" he cried again- trembling all over like a whopped child. His tear filled eyes, broken lips, and bleeding gum robbed him of the ability to use the letters 's' and 'r.' Still on the ground- with his face puffing, and nose bleeding as well, Paul dropped to an even lower altitiude. His arms stretched out before him, he bowed his head in between his arms- prostrating all the way to the ground with his head touching the floor; "I sweaaar, I WEE NOT BE WUDE AGAIN!!!" His whole body shuddered. His arms wobbled under the weight of his body. He kept kowtowing repeatedly, heaving his frame up and down- crying out his promises; "Pweeese spare meee!! I beg ob you!! Pweeese!" His one good eye caught sight of the sprawled dead bodies- and he remembered how they also begged. So he begged even more. And continued to beg- whimpering like a repentant puppy, and squealing uncomfortably. Monica face was as hard as a rock. Her eyes were even harder. Hands balled into fists, shoulders terse, and her legs parted slightly, she looked upon Paul- literally looking down on him, enjoying every bit of his subservience. On her bare chest, her soft curvy breasts swelled with each breath she took. Her long lean arms, complimented her long lean legs. Hair flaming in the light of the burning torch, she stood boldly over his kowtowing frame- looming over him with the power of life and death in her eyes. She remained still- motionless, as if pondering what step she should take. ------------------------ Paul was still kowtowing when he heard the sound of something dropping to his sides. Immediately, in the middle of a bow- he craned his neck sideways. His eyes searched about frantically, until he found the pile of rope. Confused, he popped his head up- searching her face for any kind of clues. "Tie your hands together." she grunted; "If it's anything short of tight, I will feed you to the next Black Widow I see. . ." Paul's body broke into action instantly. He stretched out his right hand to his side, and picked up the length of rope lying on the ground. Starting with his wrists, he began to line it aroundin coils, hurrying as though his life depended on it. Looming in and out in amateur knots, he managed a few loops, and ended up using his own teeth to finish the job. Still on his knees, and fully tied up, he looked up the naked woman standing before him with her pussy to his face. With a manic look and a permanent scowl on her face, she said; "Get your ass up, we're going for a walk. . ." It was music to Paul's ears. At least, to him it meant he wasn't dying just yet. Wedging himself with his bound hands, his flamboyant clothes rustled noisily as he hoisted himself up. "Walk mother fu**er. You'd better not stop until I say so. . ." --------------------- A sweeping breeze greeted him as soon as he stepped out of the cave. His eyes went round in shock when he saw the terrain engulfed in darkness. A silver plate hung in the sky. Scattered across the night sky were constellations of stars. They shone with the faint glow of a luminous confetti- silently lighting up the sky with their soft lights. Monica's hand came in from behind- shoving him roughly. "Who said you could stop? My friend you better get to stepping!" With Paul in front, with Monica's still naked form right behind, and Nexus plodding along softly by her side, the group of three branched out of the cave, leaving the dead bodies behind for the bats. "Stop," She ordered when they came upon a sturdy tree. A manic smile curved its way across her mouth; "You're going to love this. . ." Paul tensed. Still bound, his shoulders slanted as he turned around to face her. As soon as his cheek spun just slightly in her direction, his face caught Monica's right fist hurtling through the air with a fierce jab. Pow! A sickening crunch sound of hardened knuckles clashing against bone confirmed the powerful jab. Caught completely off guard, with no time to brace, Paul twirled around in a circle before crashing down to the earth in a knock out. A few minutes later, he awakened to the sky under his feet, and the ground above him! It took him a full minute to realize he was hanging upside down! Face red from all the blood rushing to his head, and feeling like he was suffocating, he huffed and puffed like a growling bear. While struggling, he discovered his arms had been tied behind him. Both his legs had been strung up, and hanging from a tree. Paul tensed when a tingling unfamiliar feeling rippled through him. His eyebrows curved, and his lips pursed- what the fuck is that? Struggling to breathe, Paul jerked his head, forcing himself to look downwards when he felt the slap of the cool night breeze on his naked balls. At once, a cry of surprise sliced through the cold night's air. He been stripped naked- completely! "Stop squealing like a pig, you're taking the fun out of this for me." Eyes bulging, hands and feet throbbing, Paul's neck craned in her direction only to find she was still naked! Gazing at her in utter nervousness, he kept his eyes away from the sight of her inverted pussy, doing his best to search her eyes- looking for any clue, anxious to find out what this was about. "Monica I thaid I wath thowee dammit! I wonth bother yuu again! I pwomise!!" His broken teeth, and chewed tongue impaired his speech greatly. On top of that, it seemed he could only see with one eye. And that was particularly annoying because he was dangling upside down from the tree and swaying from side to side- so he had to keep angling his head painfully just to be able to see her. "Oh shut up," she rebuked him, you sound ridiculous." In the darkness, the silver glint of a blade flashed in Monica's right hand. She wielded it upside down like an assasin- holding it by the hilt, letting the cold steel press up against her wrist and lower arm. The entirety of Paul's face twisted in mental and physical agony. Mouth hanging half-open, swinging from from the tree, his eyes followed the blade hidden behind her palm- trailing it with his darting eyes, and breathing in short-desperate gasps. Behind her, the mysterious flying swordsman remained silent- arms folded across his chest, coat flapping in the wind, and with his round hat shrouding his eyes and dark features from the moonlight.
