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 You know, sometimes it isn't about sex.  It's just that sometimes you have
a need to hurt something to watch it bleed.

   Tonight was such a night.  I went down into the cellar and stood facing
the girl.  I grabbed the chain around her neck and forced her to her knees.
I shackled her feet to the floor and pulled the chain tight so that her
head was forced right down onto the stone.  She was half crying and half
screaming - as well she might - I was about to give her something to cry
and scream about.

   I put the lights on full - wanted to see what I was doing - and I took
my belt off.  I had quite a collection of whips, canes and floggers, but
there's nothing like going lo-tech when you're in a mean mood.

   I started beating her - striping the back, the buttocks and the backs of
the legs.  Nothing precise, otherwise I'd have done her feet and the inner
thighs.  Tonight was about working up a sweat and letting it all go. 
Focussing my disappointments and stresses into a basic physical form.

   I went way further than I normally do - way past the point where the
screaming stops and the whimpering starts.  A human female turned into a
wounded animal.  I knew it would be a week or so before I could have some
fun with her again, had to let her convalesce, but it was worth it.  I was
out of breath, sweating and hard as a rock.  I fucked her hard, in silence,
up the arse and blew my muck inside her.  I left her wounded and chained to
the floor with my sperm mingling with the blood down her leg.
   I switched off the light and went to my world, whistling a happy tune.