<strong>Name</strong>: Hatter<br/><strong>Location</strong>: The Hatter's Hovel, Exercise Room<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Cheshire<br/><br/>The Hatter relaxed his grip on her throat, noting with pleasure the perfect purple imprints of his fingers round her neck. Temporary collars to replace the one she'd lost. The one he'd need to replace. It wouldn't do to have her running about spreading her legs like the eaves of London Bridge without a proper collar. Her pussy she could give freely; her neck belonged to him.<br/><br/>As he released his grip she slumped forward, now connected to him only by the organ still lodged in her cunt, though the slick mix of the sexual cocktail they'd brewed made the grip of friction tenuous. She hung from her wrists in the mass of cables. That would never do either. From his waistband he pulled his third favorite knife, for it was a special occasion, was it not? A jagged thing, slightly bent, with a serrated edge suitable for sawing bone or hacking flesh from flesh. It ought to do properly on a few feet of plastic and wire. He set to work, recklessly slashing at the Gordian knot that held her bound.<br/><br/>Wild unpracticed slashes, as his eyes continually drifted from the point of attack to appraise the woman before him, as if he had suddenly awakened to find his cock embedded in a girl of unknown origin, and was mildly curious as to her name. The edge of the knife caught in the fraying cables. He yanked it free, catching the edge of her wrist in the backward slash and opening a crimson trail down her forearm. He gave it little notice, continuing his assault until the mass of wires, some of them dripping showers of sparks -- Hmm. They were live after all. Noted. -- released their purchase on his property, sending her tumbling forward onto the ground. Arrested only by her trapped feet, the ankles now bent painfully forward in a dancer's stretch. His cock pulled free of her like a cork from a bottle, followed by a minor deluge of cum that splattered onto her tiny dress and upper thighs as she fell.<br/><br/>"I ought to leave you in those things. Teach you a thing or two, in would. Ought I have the dogs up for a visit? I'm sure they're so terribly hungry by now, having not been fed since... well, ever. Fuck you well, they would, little puppies. Cats and dogs lying together," he mused. "Truly we're living in the End Times."<br/><br/>He shook his head, his vision returning, however briefly, to the room he occupied. "But that would leave you even more useless than normal for the evening, and you've still got errands to run." He stooped and quickly unlocked the clever catches on each of the metal boots. "Go find someone to lick that disgusting cunt of yours clean before I have the hounds do it. You ought to be ashamed, walking about like that. We'll see about a collar once you get back, but we'll call it evens on the biscuit. This time." He suddenly noticed the weight of the heavy steel knife in his right hand, and how her unprotected back lay sprawled before him. Just a slice... Just a tiny slice, a momento to keep here with him... But no. If he started, he wouldn't stop, and she'd be a useless lump until morning.<br/><br/>"GO!" he yelled, echoing off the cracked white tiles. A kick to her cum stained ass emphasized his point.