<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=172502.msg8190678#msg8190678">Quote from: CurvyKitten on 08-05-2013, 20:36:56</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Then what brings you to the world of running? Looking for a bit more excitement?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>“A job went badly and it cost me most my client base. And I have bills to pay. Getting my augments repossessed is really not an option when one of them is a synthetic <em>heart</em>.”</strong>Waltz replied without going into details, focusing more on her body.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=172502.msg8190678#msg8190678">Quote from: CurvyKitten on 08-05-2013, 20:36:56</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You know I could get used to this, especially if you manage to work out all the kinks and knots."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>”Oh, I <em>am</em> going to work all the kinks. And knots, too. I brought rope.”</strong><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=172502.msg8190678#msg8190678">Quote from: CurvyKitten on 08-05-2013, 20:36:56</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Bring it."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>”I was hoping that you would say that.”</strong>Waltz replied and fastened the leather straps, firmly securing Fury to the massage table, arms to the side and legs lightly spread.<strong>”Now that I have you were I want you, what am I going to do with you?”</strong>Waltz asked and his hands lightly stroked over her chest. He took his time again, playing her with suggestive touches for the longest time before finally rolling her nipples between his fingers and massaging the heavy orbs of her breasts – and then only for a moment. He did the same further down, stroking Fury’s inner thighs, teasing her outer lips, circling her clit and rewarding her with little more than a brief touch.<br/><br/><strong>”You like to think that you are tough. You like to think that you can take anything I throw at you. You think that I won’t be able to break you, to make you give up your pride and beg me to stop.”</strong>Waltz observed and let his hands run up her body again before the lingering touch of his nimble fingers faded out as he reached under the table again.<strong>”But I am not going to torture you with pain.”</strong>He said and brought the flogger he had picked up down over her breasts.<strong>”Tonight, <em>this</em>…</strong>” He said, repeating the action with more force.<strong>”…this is not torture. This is what you <em>want</em>.”</strong>His free hand moved between Fury’s legs, giving her a first, tentative idea of what his Hitachi Magic Hands could<em>really</em>do for her. The troll girl gasped as his vibrating fingers teased her clit out from under its hood and gently pinched it. Almost immediately, her hips shot up to meet his touch, to get more of the intensely sweet sensation that brought her so close so quickly…and yet denied her as Waltz expertly paced his speed to keep her teetering on the edge without letting her climb back down – or plunge into sweet oblivion.<strong>”You will beg me to whip you. You will beg me to tease you, to play with you…to <em>fuck</em> you. I’m going to dress you up like a doll and walk you like a dog and you will ask me for more. I am going to take this sweet body of yours and make it mine. I will mark every spot of your skin and I am going to use each…”</strong>Waltz put a finger of his left in Fury’s half-open mouth for her to suck on while his right moved deeper into the crack between her legs, spreading the all-present massage oil even over her tightly clenched  asshole.<strong>”…and <em>every</em> one of your holes in any way I see fit, no matter how painful or embarrassing. And you are going to <em>thank</em> me for it. Because what you don’t want…”</strong>Waltz said and suddenly withdrew his fingers, leaving Fury helplessly struggling against her bonds, grinding against thin air.<strong>”…what you don’t want is for this sensation to <em>stop</em>!”</strong>He said and admired her needy, helpless body for a long moment without touching her. He moved to the foot-end of the table and leaned forward, blowing lightly over Fury’s engorged lips and erect clit.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>”Now beg!”</strong> </span><br/>