The Collar 7 - Sex Stories

The Collar 7

... sex with you, but I don't want to force you to do it. That money I gave you? It's a free gift. You don't owe me anything, and I certainly didn't BUY your pussy, or your mouth, or your ass, or anything like that. I'll take you wherever you want to go. That's a promise, my friend. You are free.”

“I wish.” she said bitterly. “You want to know how I got into this? I crashed my car into a BMW yesterday, and the guy that I hit f-fucked me to keep the cops out of it. Then he made me do it with one of his friends for three hundred, which he kept, and made me go out on the street with no underwear to make him more money. He told me if I don't give him at least $600 tomorrow morning, he'll beat my face in and ugly me up.”

“You've done it twice?” he asked. “I thought you said you only did it once?”

“Does a hand-job count as doing it?” she asked, looking confused.

He shook his head and smiled. “Nope. So you didn't fuck that other guy, then?”

She shook her head. “I just used my hand once or twice and he came all over my dress.” She smiled a little. “Marcus told him to leave, since he already came, and when the guy refused, Marcus pulled out a pistol and pointed it right in the guy's face and told him to get out.”

Brian closed his eyes. “Jenny, let me ask you a question, okay?” She bit her lip and nodded.

“Ask me anything you want.” she said.

“Do you love him?” Brian asked.

Jenny laughed. “Hell no!” she said emphatically. “I'm not even friends with him! If the ...

... truth be told, that asshole RAPED me!”

“So you wouldn't be mad if I killed him?” Brian asked her.

She looked at him and smiled again, looking more than a little crazy as she did it. She got a glint in her eye.

“How are you going to do it?” she asked. “Please, make him suffer first! No quick gunshot to the head, okay? I want him to die in pain, and I want it to last for DAYS!”

“Damn, you're mean!” he said, grinning. “Days, huh? I think that can be arranged.”

“Will I be allowed to help?” she asked. “I want to be there when it happens, okay? I want the very last thing he ever sees to be my smiling face as he dies, and I want him to know I was the one who did it to him!”

Brian just looked at her. “You want to know how I'm going to do it?”

“Tell me!” she said, smiling eagerly. “Poison? Knife? Gun? Anything like that?”

“Nothing so mundane.” he told her. “Years ago, I built a mind control device, and it turns out that conflicting orders are fatal. I only used it intentionally that way once, but turns out that most, if not all orders are conflicting to a person's natural instincts, so even the act of wearing it intentionally become fatal, eventually.”

“Can I see it?” she asked, and he looked at her surprised.

“I haven't shown it to ANYONE in years.” he said slowly. “It killed my wife and two other girls who wore it, and even though I wasn't married to them; I loved them very much. It's killed everyone who ever wore it!”

“Let me see it!” she repeated. “I ...