Jamie is taken Part 2

Jamie came to on the cold dungeon floor retching and coughing, his mind

paralyzed by a mixture of pleasure and panic. He had loved the orgasm he

had just experienced. His experience with breathplay was less than half

a day old and already he knew that he loved it almost as much as finally

submitting. Hence the panic. Loving something that would almost

certainly end up killing him was wrong and twisted, yet all Jamie could

think of as he slowly opened his eyes was that he wanted to try it

again. The man had him now. Jamie would not escape this and he suddenly

saw his own end clearly. With perfect clarity Jamie saw that he would

die at the hands of this man if he wasn't able escape soon.


Master was the first thing he saw as he opened his eyes. He face was

very close to Jamie's and an involuntary whimper, followed by a new

spate of coughing, escaped him as he saw him. "Dirty, little slut," the

man said in a low, menacing tone, "I knew you were a filthy pervert, a

disgusting little pig the moment I laid eyes on you. Maybe I should just

off you right now?" Before Jamie could answer him, beg him to live, the

man's hands closed around his throat and Jamie began struggling as the

man showed no signs of letting go. As he looked into Master's calm and

cruel eyes he felt himself grow weaker as his erection again grew

harder. Still the man kept on squeezing his throat and as Jamie's

struggling once again became erratic he exploded in yet another orgasm,

this time without even being touched.


Once again he came to in a haze of pleasure and panic, sobbing with the

realization of how lost he was. The man was going to kill him no matter

what; it was only a matter of time and the worst part of it was that he

was going to love it.


Presently the man stood up and kicked Jamie in the stomach - hard. Then

he kicked Jamie around until his head was where his ass had been minutes

ago. A pile of feces lay in a puddle of urine and with an enormous