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Harder she lunged against Manuel. Harder and harder. And then she was a raven tressed butterfly pinned to the collector's board by Manuel's needle of love, pumping his cream into her. Filling her with something better than heroin as she cried out for one last time before slipping into unconsciousness again. She woke later to the sharp prick of a needle. She was back on her cot, lashed to it again. Manuel was bending over her, pushing the plunger home. " No!" she cried. |
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"Don't worry, leetle one. You try to please Manuel. I see that. So I give you both your rewards. Manuel is very nice. You'll see." He smiled and took the needle out and patted her. `"Now you will feel no pain, leetle one. No pain at all." ` Renee rose on a pink cloud that carried her outside her body. While she felt each twinge and ache, Manuel was right. There was no pain. For a long time she floated in space, staring at the ravished body that had once been hers, tenderly caressing the red welts that streaked the once satiny white skin. ` But it wasn't her body anymore, was it? It was Manuel's. That didn't seem quite right. But, and she giggled, somehow Manuel had two bodies now and she had none. And she laughed to think that he was in the poor, suffering little girl body with the black hair curling in a long pony tail almost to the angry red butt. It served him right. It served him damn good and right!