Page 18 of Justice

Confidence fills her chest as she pushes the empty pizza boxes to the side, placing her bag on the dresser. She removes several items she picked up earlier, lining them up on the stained and chipped wood of the cheap motel furniture.

She would need that bath she coveted when this was over, as a cockroach crawled out of one of the bags and disappeared behind the filthy mirror. Crossing the tiny room, the shag carpet swallowing the tips of her thrift store boots, making her shiver at the thought of what lived inside those gold colored threads.

Finding the cleanest spot she could on the bed she took a seat, crossing her right leg over her left and unbuttoning her blouse fully to expose her ample chest. Glynn was a tit man, and she knew he loved to do really painful shit to hers. She was counting on his sexual deviancy to override his sense of self-preservation.

As the water shuts off, she tipped her head back, letting the long waves of her hair sway down her back and shoulders. She needed him to want her, needed his pathetic dick begging to get close enough to touch her.

Glynn whistled as he exited the bathroom. Justice rolled her eyes as he stood before the mirror, flexing his non-existent muscles; a white towel wrapped around his waist, the threadbare material not enough to cover his fatty lower half.

Glynn failed to turn around, his mind more interested in poking the flab hanging over his towel, the result of his crap-filled diet, than the half-naked woman behind him. Justice cleared her throat, “Hey, baby.”

His eyes flashed to her reflection in the mirror, his hand reaching for the nonexistent gun at his hip. Spinning around, he pointed in her direction, the area between his eyes creasing with his confusion as he took a tentative step in her direction.

“How…?” Was the extent of his question as she moved her hands to cup her breasts, bouncing them like a pair of heavy melons in the supermarket. His hands dropped to his side, but not as fast as his chin hitting the floor. The small tent in his towel telling her exactly how she affected him.

Standing to her full height, she removed her blouse, crossing the room to retrieve the handcuffs on the desk.

“Seems someone missed me,” she cooed, circling her index finger at his erection, signaling her approval with a wink. “Now, be a good boy and get into bed. It’s Friday night and I want you to fuck me.”

With inhuman speed, he jumped from his spot on the floor, the towel flipping to the ground unable to keep up with him, landing on his back in the center of the bed, tucking his hands behind his neck.

She giggled, twirling a pair of handcuffs on each of her index fingers, walking with an overdramatic sway in her hips, as if modeling the latest fashions instead of kinky sex toys.

“All these years, Glynn, you’ve put handcuffs on me. Now that I’m a free woman, I think it is time for me to put them on you.”

“You can do anything you want to bitch, as long as I get to fuck those tits.”

With her smooth palm up, she wiggles her fingers, silently asking for his right hand, placing the cold metal on his wrist when he complies, securing it to the bed frame. Straddling his chest, she dances the tip of her nipple along his bottom lips, shaking her head as he opens his mouth to bite the pink flesh. Securing the other hand, she touches the nipple of the opposite tit, moaning in faux pleasure as the tip of his tongue ventures out, circling the hardened flesh.

Standing from the bed, she goes back to the dresser, pulls out a bondage rope and ball-gag from the side pocket, wrapping the cord around her arm several times, before sashaying back to the bed.

“I bet you didn’t know, every time I danced for one of the other men, I pictured you, lying in a bed much like this. As I lay in my bunk, I would close my eyes and think of the power you had over me. How you took what you wanted, telling every man in the room you owned me.”

Securing his feet with the cords, she tied them to the legs of the bed, which, thankfully, were bolted to the floor.

“I would spend hours laying in the dark, with my fingers diving in and out of my wet pussy, remembering how good it felt to have your hands on me. And on those unfortunate nights when the warden would have her little parties, allowing the other officers to play with what was clearly yours, I would make sure the last man I touched was you. Allowing your scent to carry me over as I screamed your name into my pillow.”

Justice watches as he swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his thick throat, and she knows he’s buying every lie falling from her lips.

“I always knew you were a little freak, moaning like a fucking whore as I bit the shit out of your tits.”

“Oh yeah, baby. You made me come so hard with those teeth,” pulling the ball-gag from her back pocket. “Now, I have a better plan for those teeth of yours.” Standing at the end of the bed, she locks eyes with him as she grips her nipples between her fingers, pulling and tugging on the hardened tips. The temperature of the room is thankfully cold as fuck, as she keeps his focus on her tits. Rounding the bed, she grabs her right breast, leaning over as if to shove it into his open mouth. Instead, she shoves the red ball past his teeth, securing the straps behind his head.

“Like ripping them out of your fucking skull with my bare hands.” His eyes grow wide with surprise, as she pulls her arm back, slamming her closed fist repeatedly against his nose.

“You, sadistic son of a bitch, you have no idea how long I’ve waited for this day. Dreamt of the moment when I would give you back all the pain you’ve inflicted on me and others for so long.”

Picking her shirt up from the dresser, she tucks herself in, no longer needing her best assets. Grabbing her bag from the dresser, she walks back to a struggling Glynn. She can almost imagine the kind of names he is attempting to call her against the ball in his mouth. The crude stories he would love to share in an attempt to hurt her.

Tossing the bag on the bed, she reaches in, grabbing hold of the thick dildo at the bottom. “This is for Dee Dee. Remember her? The night you shoved your dick in her ass, making her bleed all over the table, while you pumped drugs into her veins.”

Glynn struggled against the cords around his ankles as she tried to shove the hot pink dildo in his ass. With the toy dry, and Glynn’s ass clenched tight, she worked up a sweat trying different angles to shove the stiff dick between his cheeks. Just as frustration was about to get the best of her, “Come on, you stupid bitch, I know you’ve had bigger dicks than this in here.” Refusing to give up, she pushes harder as his thrashing increases. With sweat forming on her neck, she gives the plastic dick a little more oomph, shoving it deep into his ass.

Sobs wrack Glynn’s body, as tears fall down his face and onto his pillow. Blood pools on the white sheets, making her smile in satisfaction as the endorphins make her feel like a live wire.

“Hurts like a bitch, doesn’t it motherfucker?” Kicking his foot with the toes of her boot. “But you ain’t felt pain yet, you tiny-dicked-cocksucker.”

Pulling a condom from her bag, she fills the latex with a medicated muscle cream, sliding the condom over his dick and balls. The appendage is so small, all three fit in the condom without issue. “You’re going to wish you didn’t have a dick, no matter how small it is, in about thirty seconds.”

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