"Please, Mr. Wolf," she said, in a tiny voice, "you won't...make me do anything else, will you? I mean, I was good and slutty, right? I drank down as much of your nasty stuff as ever I could. Won't you please...please...go away and leave me alone?" But even as she spoke, from her kneeling position, her hands fell into her lap, her arms straightened, and her shoulders rolled forward, pressing her breasts together, and creating a deep, inviting cleavage. No safe word; no mercy.

Sam stared down at Karen, kneeling naked before him in her pin-up pose. Her red lipstick smeared, his cum dripping from her cheeks. He found his...