104 A pornography party 2 (2/2)
She sits on her knees in the corner, her hands on her back, her wrists handcuffed, a piece of tape on her mouth, and her hair scattered. Her clothes are torn, but I can see from her trousers that she should not have been raped.
She is wearing a pair of jeans and only one shoe left on her feet. She leans over the wall and looks a little confused.
I rush to the bedside, the couple does not respond at all, still desperately making love. I pull the man's neck from behind, drag him down from the bed and kick him on the face!
The man is shouting loudly, and instead of suffering, the voice is still very exciting!
I kick him in the nose and probably break the bridge of his nose. I know the strength of my kick, and half of his face is full of the blood. The body is so naked hanging on the bedside.
To my surprise, the girl suddenly jumps at me as if she's mad. She opens her arms, ten fingers open to grab my face. I wave her and throw her aside.
The girl's face is crazy, her eyes are empty, but the muscles are twisted, gasping and screaming vaguely in her mouth: ”Give me! Give it to me! Give it to me!”
I run quickly to Dorra's side and want to pull her up. But I find that the handcuffs is baked on a ring, which is embedded in the wall!
Fuck! Asshole!
I'm so angry that I loosen Dorra, turn around and run to that man, grab him by the neck, pick him up, and smash him in the stomach with a punch.
The man got a punch from me, and the whole man bent down like a shrimp. Then he raises his head and make a ”Ho…Ho…” sound in his mouth. There is a strange light in his eyes. Then he suddenly frowns and puking.
The vomit he vomited out of his mouth, with a strong alcohol smell and a foul smell, I pull him aside and shake his neck forcefully: ”Where's the key? Where's the key?!”
The man finally regains some consciousness. He seems did not take too many stimulants, but apparently drank a lot of alcohol. He looks at me with blood on his face and shouting, ”Who are you? Let go of me! I'll kill you!!!”
I'm anxious because I can't confirm how many conscious people in the house. When I see that there is a small bathroom in the room, I drag him over like a dog, then put his head in the toilet and press the flush button.
The cold water makes him scream, and the water chokes into his mouth and nose. His hands are immediately reflexing to the edge of the toilet and struggling violently. I pick him up again: ”The key! Where's the key of the handcuffs?!”
He is a little sober, but after all, he took drugs and alcohol, and his mental reaction is much slower than that of ordinary people. He looks at me dully for a moment and can't speak clearly: ”Who are you? Dare you hit me? I'm going to kill you!”
”FXXX!” I'm so angry that I slap him on the face. He falls out, hits his head on the wall and breaks a mirror.
The pain stimulates his nerves again. He gives a ghostly cry: ”Anybody come?! Anyone there?!”
He is half crouching on the ground, trembling, bloods streaming down from his head. His face, stomach, and shoulders are red, and some mirror fragments are stained on his body. What makes me sick most is that his penis is dropping there urgly.
”Key! Where's the key of the handcuffs?!” I pick up a piece of glass and put a sharp end to his neck: ”Where's the key?!”
At last there is a little fear in his eyes and a little tremor in his arms: ”Clothes! Clothes... Inside...”
I leave him, go back to the room, search everywhere, and finally find a suit of clothes under the bed. I search for it, and sure enough, there is a small key in the pocket. I run over to release Dorra's handcuffs.
The girl has completely collapsed, maybe frightened, maybe medicated. In short, she is soft and could not say a word. Her eyes are half opening and half closing, and only when she sees my face clearly, she finally shows some vitality. She hangs on me, but her feet are as soft as cotton and can't walk a step.
I simply put her on my shoulder, then pass the door of the bathroom and see the man on the ground.
This time, by the light in the bathroom, I see what he looks like. He's about twenty years old, very young, probably similar to me, originally a good-looking face, nose was knocked down by me, the bridge of the nose is a little crooked, half of the face is covered with blood, the other half has a few bloodstains, as if scratched out by girl's nails.
His eyes are a little loose, but he stares at me deadly, and he speaks a little tongue but viciously, ”Kill you... I'll kill... Kill you!”
Damn!
I can't hold back my anger. I go to the door of the bathroom, look at his open thighs, raise my feet, and step on his shoes against the mass of things under his crotch.
The fellow gives a scream at once. But because of the drug, in this state, people's sensory response is dull, so he does not normally suffer the kind of pain of such a blow. The cry is mostly fear more than pain.
I step on it, twist my foot a few times, then lift it up and step on it again. I step on four or five feet, and the guy turns his eyes and faint.
I'm carrying Dorra, see the camera in the corner of the room, grab it, and stride out of the room.
As I expected, the people downstairs are still wiggling wildly.
But compare with the time I just went upstairs, almost half of these twenty people are now naked, and two of them are already lying on the ground and having sex.
I carry Dorra through the hall, go behind, push the door back to the parking lot, where three people are still lying on the ground. The girl is asleep and two men are moaning.
I walk over to give each of them another kick, kick them all on the genitals. Then I pull the door of a car and stuff Dorra in. I fumble in the car for a while and finally find a car key behind the front mirror.
I drive the car to the gate and the gate opens automatically. I breathe a sigh of relief, and then quickly drive out of the villa area and chang the car in the outside parking lot.
Throughout the process, my heart is on tenterhooks. I know very well that tonight's matter will not be a little trouble! I'm just heading downtown as fast as I can.