Good Friends, Good Food.

Disclaimer: This story is mine and no money was made from it's writing. These people exist only in my twisted mind any resemblance to anyone living dead(yadda, yadda) is unintentional and totally my bad.

Extra Disclaimer: Murder, rape, torture, etc, NOT okay. This story is fiction which means NOT REAL. Nobody deserves what happens to the Sinclairs, a fictional family, to happen to them…EVER!

A/N: Again, thanks to all who have reveiwed, I enjoy readin’ them. Even if you hate it and want Curtis to rot in hell let me know. Just to know it was read.

The sight that greeted me instantly got me hard. Melody was, as she had been left, impaled on a plastic phallus gagged with a ball gag strapped in a chair. There was nothing different from yesterday when I left her, but, for reasons hidden to me, I was speechless. Her combined beauty and helplessness prevailed against me. She was like a goddess in bondage. The tools that I had collected whule upstairs, suddenly felt heavy in my hand. I strugled for a moment to compose myself. Placing the tools on the tray and replacing the cover, I slid the handcuffs as quietly and quickly as I could into my back pocket of my jeans.
“Good evening beautiful. As promised, I’m gonna’ give you something to eat. First though, I know you haven’t showered in a few days and it’s high time you did.” I smiled as the confused, recently showered beauty, paled. I undid the various straps that held her, anchored to the chair ands lifted her to her feet, smiling at the small popping sound that resulted from the phallus being removed from her poop hole. I slid She leaned heavily on me, as she hobbled towards enclosed shower, upstairs in the basement. She was naked and I stripped quickly. I turned on the water, letting it heat up. I turned to the worried, naked still ball gagged beauty. Grabbing the back of her ponytail and slammed her face down on the counter, I quickly used her daze to secure her wrists behind her. Without any regard for her comfort, I forced myself into her dry anus. She screamed into her ball gag, and struggled under me. I grabbed the back of her ponytail with my right hand and slapped her firm pert ass a few times before grasping her hip.
“That’s right bitch, struggle, it makes it better,” I hissed into her left ear. I pulled myself out slightly and slammed into her again, as hard as I could. She whimpered and moaned like a whore as her body was forced back and forth on the counter, all the while I continued to jack-hammer into her. I hammered into her for about five minutes, but again, her beauty and helplesness overcame me too quickly, and, with a grunt of release, I coated the inside of her tight anus, and probably her intestines. I waited another minute or so, until I was assured that I had stopped spraying deep into her. I gently removed the ball gag from her mouth. I turned her around till she stood away from the counter, me standing right behind her, my body pressed against her back. I ran my hands over her knotted, and sore muscles on her shoulder and upper arms.
“On your knees babe,” I purred into her right ear. With a little force on her shoulders, she took her place on her knees. That would definitely be a repeated position from now until I killed her.
“Now, I just blew my load into you, so I’m not going to reward you right now. However, there is a mess that I want you to clean up,” I said as I stepped around her. Blood, cum and shit were on my pole. Without a word of protest, she leaned forward and began licking and sucking the filth off my cock. Incredibly, I could feel the tingling in my loins caused by her velvety tongue. I considered ordering her to stop and waiting until after our shower, but decided I would let her have it now, and wash her face in the shower. I smiled at the thought of her pretty face made even more so, covered in my spunk.
“Look up at me!” I commanded. She obeyed. After another minute of her tongue coating me with her saliva, and staring into her pretty brown eyes, I felt ready to blow. I pulled out of her mouth and laughed as her face was coated with my baby-batter.
“I guess I lied,” I laughed. I loved the shame and humiliation in her eyes. I grabbed a handful of her beautiful brown hair and dragged her to the shower. She whimpered at the burning in her scalp. The water was stinging hot. I liked it that way, Melody, apparently, didn’t, but no matter, I didn’t care what she liked or not. She stood in front of me, I reached around her, and shackled her wrists in front of her.