Primal Domination

Emily kicked her pink sandals off onto the rug and slumped on the couch. “Gosh!” she sighed. Even stretching her bare legs as far as she could reach, she was barely half the couch length. Her long dirty blond hair spilled over the armrest and almost touched the floor. She adjusted her tight denim shorts, but couldn’t get comfortable. Maybe it was time to change. She sighed again and just turned over to face the back of the couch. She rubbed her feet together, small pink toes and wrinkled soles facing out. Her white t-shirt rode up a little, exposing the small pale curves of her lower back.

She played a matching game on her phone for a while until it died, then she lay on her stomach and reached for the charger before giving up and just letting it slip to the floor. Today had just exhausted her: big class project presentation and a midterm exam over shellfish, of all the useless things. She blinked a few times, still lying on her stomach, but before long she was soundly asleep.

So she didn’t notice Dan come in. He was usually quiet, but today he had a feeling she’d be asleep. He ducked his tall frame under the living room doorway and drank in the sight of his little girlfriend. She was breathing gently, and her delicate bare feet just crossed there on the couch, leading up tantalizing legs to her small sweet butt only barely covered by the shorts. Dan got rock hard right there. He shifted his jeans to make room.

“Good morning, sleepy,” he whispered, sitting on the edge next to her. He rubbed his large rough hand under her shirt, finding her bra catch. She stirred and rolled onto her stomach, resting her head on her arms. He unclipped her bra and gently massaged her back, forcing a small moan out her lips. She arched her back, pressing her small breasts into the cushion, and kicked her legs up, brushing her foot against Dan’s back.

“Mmm, that feels good,” she murmured.

Dan deftly pulled her bra out with his other hand and tossed it to the floor. He brushed against her small, soft breasts; her lovely hard nipples taut against the couch. Then he reached further down and unbuttoned her denim shorts. All the while he kept massaging her, and brushed her long dark blond hair away like so much silk.

“You have something I want.”

She caught her breath and turned her head to look at him out of the corner of her eye. “What’s that?” she said, pressing her heels into his side. She flexed her toes: well-kept nails painted pink.

In a single movement he pulled her shorts off her tight little butt, lifting her legs up in the air, and threw the shorts against the wall. She shrieked happily as he came back and squeezed her exposed ass. Now she wore only her thin t-shirt and her pink panties riding up between her cheeks; barely enough to cover her half-shaved pussy.

“Hey aren’t you gonna get naked too?”

Dan didn’t answer, but he shifted back and moved Emily a little to get a good view of her butt and the back of her legs, now stretched across his lap. He took her small feet in his hand and massaged her toes.

“It’s no fair if you’re not,” she said in a sing-song voice, eyes closed as he pressed and squeezed her cold feet. He rubbed her freshly-painted toes and felt her smooth feet with barely visible veins on top. Her soles wrinkled as he worked. She jerked when his rough hands tickled her. “Hey!” she yelped, the smile obvious in her voice.

Now she pulled off her shirt herself, fully exposing her back to him; freckles on her tiny shoulders but pale underneath the shirt. Her pink panties stained dark with her arousal.

Dan moved quickly, taking the tool from his pocket and leaning his strong body over her small form as she took off her shirt.

“Mmm,” she moaned again, letting her shirt drop to the carpet, “Now you—”

He yanked the black zip-tie deadly tight around her throat, cutting off her words and air. She jerked in reaction, she didn’t know what just happened, she panicked and gasped but no air came, she grabbed desperate at her strangling neck with long fake nails.

He grabbed both her arms and threw her off the couch onto the carpet, still face down: he followed and kept a mighty grip on her wrists. It knocked what little air was left out off her lungs and her tiny chest heaved but drew no air. Her eyes bulged in panic, her tongue hung out of her lips as they turned blue and her face turned purple. She tried to fight. She kicked her feet aimlessly, her toes caught on the carpet and her skinny white thighs jiggled. Dan grabbed both her wrists with one huge man hand and held her arms in front of her even as the strangling girl struggled helplessly to free herself. With his right hand he ripped her panties off and dove into her dripping pussy with two fingers, vibrating her clitoris and penetrating deep inside her.

Choked gurgles slipped from her mouth, saliva dribbled onto the carpet from her protruding tongue. Why? she could barely manage to think, the blood trapped in her head, her heart racing, her lungs burning. Her chest heaved again and again, her breasts pressed against the floor, still no air. Dan blasted her pussy and sent waves of pleasure so confusing through her body, contrasted by the lethal panic that made her jerk and thrash helpless as she strangled.

Her feet kicked and squirmed, her toes spread out and curled again in some last effort. She stretched her pale trembling legs and kicked everywhere, but Dan was too strong. Her feet came up and he seized one foot in his mouth, licking and sucking the dying girl’s sexy toes even as he pinned her hands and kept thrusting into her with his fingers.

Her struggles slowed, her toes went rigid inside his mouth, her other foot spasmed. He ran his tongue over her toenails in his mouth. She orgasmed around his fingers as he vibrated her clit. Her whole body shook with waves of pleasure and strangled choking gasps. Her nails dug into the carpet, her breasts shook with effort.

He let her foot fall out of his mouth to the ground, twitching: toes curled tight. He flipped her over and stared into her wild dying eyes as she still tried to free herself from his grip. He kissed her long purple tongue and then kissed deep again over her puffy blue lips, drinking the taste of her strangled foam. She spasmed again, pressing her naked breasts into him, begging for more pleasure as her bladder released. Hot piss ran over his hand as she seized up, eyes rolling back, tongue lolling out. Her feet and legs went completely rigid, toes pointing up and spread, then she lay still.

Dan kissed deep again, feeling the last tremors in her tongue and purple face. He ran his hand over her rock hard nipples, and her strangled neck where the cable tie cut deep into her flesh, separating the grotesque purple face from the deathly pale body. He touched her feet, so taut now in her death spasm. Her pussy smelled divine, he kissed those lower lips still dripping with sex and death-piss.

Only then did he snap open his jeans and unleash his cock. He plowed into his strangled girlfriend with a grim lust, watching her tiny dead breasts jiggle with each thrust, her arms jerk up and down. He grabbed both her feet and lifted her up, pounding down from above, sucking on her pale pink toes. He grunted and filled her cooling pussy with hot cum, then let her legs fall back again to the carpet with a thud, the gorgeous profile of her feet now still.

He left her there on the floor as he departed for new pastures. She lay spread-eagled, purple-faced, her nipples still hard and her toes spread and rigid, her pussy leaking semen and urine and her remaining arousal over the floor, her long blond hair all messy around her. A tiny petite victim with the zip-tie so tight around her delicate neck. Drool and foam leaked from the corner of her mouth, her expression was silly with her eyes rolled so far back. Her body was all spasmed and twisted, but still deadly sexy.