<strong>Name</strong>: Hatter<br/><strong>Location</strong>: The Hatter's Hovel, Exercise Room<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Cheshire<br/><br/>The older man groaned with inarticulate glee as he sank his full length into the burning cunt of his captive pet. The fiery oils spread through her delicate membranes, and a war began between her shuddering flesh's desire to dry and withdraw at the invasive pain and its equally pressing need to gush forth with the ample evidence of her considerable arousal. He plunged into her like Arthur in reverse, claiming his kingdom by right of the flaming sword plunged into the stone rather than drawn forth. She was always tight; no matter how he tortured her or what manner of instruments he cruelly forced into her pliant pussy, each morning would find her once again a properly resistive challenge to the incursion of his priapismic cock. Now she was doubly so, forcing him to exert the strength of his hips, stretching her body between cruelly bound feet and entangled wrists like the arc of a tightly strung bow.<br/><br/>It wasn't enough. It was never enough, it would never be enough. He could reduce her to jelly with each chime of the great clock tower and still would never tire of doing it again. Her body was the perfect toy, her fractured mind a puzzle box that he could rearrange into infinite combinations of shame, pain and ecstasy. With the clarity of the mortally injured, for his own pain was considerable, he marshaled command of his tongue and spoke in a sing-song voice, thrusting into her with each line.<br/><br/><div align="center"><em>I've often seen a Cat in Heat,<br/>But seldom seen a Heat in Cat.<br/>A Cat in Heat with screams so sweet --<br/>What Heat in Cat can match for that?<br/>So scream, my Cat, my bon petite,<br/>Catenate with master's bat.<br/>To climax come with no deceit,<br/>Then multiply: Repeat! Repeat!<br/>Or feel again the Hatter's slat.</em></div><br/>His voice dropped to the cruel growl he often assumed before reaching his own peak, as he chewed on her left ear and then spat his words into it. "That means cum, bitch." He obliged her with a demonstration, spewing his seed deeply into the mix of lust and pain that formed the tempest in her abused sex. The Hatter pumped for all he was worth, injecting and filling her in an act that was as fresh each day as the cries of the newest batch of orphans. His broad hands, temporarily in command of their own destiny, grabbed Cat's neck from behind and squeezed, his thumbs digging into the knot at the base of her skull as if to push it through her throat.<br/><br/>It was, in short, a quite acceptable fuck.<br/>