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Revenge, Pt 14 The Truth

... me, then pressed her head against my neck and breathed deeply, in and out. "Jessica..." I whispered. This time she didn't move. She just clung to me, shaking. I'd read about this, so I wasn't too worried about her. I was actually excited. This was a level of submission and masochism that few people could reach, a complete emptiness of mind and body. From what I'd read, some people weren't even convinced it was possible, but here it was, right in front of me. I just held her, and watched her, gently stroking her hair from her face, until I realised I was sitting in a puddle of water and she should probably be in bed right now. "Jessica, I need you to stand up." I said gently, trying to stand her. She barely reacted, needing me to practically lift her onto her feet and hold her there. It was a few minutes before she seemed able to take her own weight, and still clung tightly to me even when she could. "Just wait here for a second, sweetheart." I whispered in her ear. "Just stand right here." I ran out of the kitchen and over to the bag I'd brought my clothes in, barely registering that I was now walking around naked in Jessica's house. I took my camera out of my bag and sprinted back to her. She was exactly how I left her, standing unsteadily in the middle of the room. She'd spilled water on her thin yellow lingerie, which was now transparent enough to show her dark, hard nipples through it. Her yellow panties were still bunched around her knees, and her arms were crossed in ...

... front of her stomach defensively. But it was her expression I was most interested in. The tears were streaming down her face had blurred her make up, but her eyes were wide and her lips parted. She had such a look of complete peace and bliss that it took my breath away. I snapped a few quick pictures of her in that state, then moved behind her to get a complete view of her abused ass, and her wet pussy which was dripping with my cum. I was fast with this; she needed to get to bed, that was obvious, but I couldn't not capture this moment. Getting her up the stairs was its own ordeal, as I had to guide her up each step. She was limping badly, and I knew it wasn't really from the physical damage. I'd seen women online take twice as many, on some occasions even ten times as many lashes with a variety of different tools. But the pain I had given her had been enough to make her like this, to clear her mind so completely... I finally got her into bed, only stopping to strip her. She lay down on her side, and curled up in a ball. I ran out to the bathroom and grabbed some lavender scented lotion that promised to be kind to sensitive skin, and a small pack of wipes that were on the sink. I sat down next to her, took her in my arms, and reached over to gently spread the lotion over her bruised cheeks, making her whimper and moan. As I finished, I squeezed her gently, almost playfully, and was surprised when she jerked forward and started to shake again. She was cumming again, this time ...