Cream This Thick Ch. 08 - Sex Stories

Cream This Thick Ch. 08

... again, one of her heels snapping as she fell back against the floor and cried out in pain. Michelle watched, her eyes wide with horror knowing that whatever pain Vicki suffered would be turned on her tenfold.

"Let me help you," she said. But when she reached for Vicki's hand, the curvy woman slapped her in the face rather than take Michelle's help.

"You. Could have." Vicki slowly rose to her feet, holding onto the wall to brace her. "Killed me."

"I'm so sorry. It won't happen again. I thought I had more time before —"

Vicki slapped her again. "You're damn right it won't happen again."

Michelle looked down, afraid to look into the cold eyes of her Mistress's wife. But Vicki grabbed her chin and jerked it up. "Look at me." Vicki slapped her again.

"When I."

Slap.

"Talk."

Slap.

"To you."

Slap.

Vicki pushed Michelle with both hands, and the cow stumbled back, slipping on the soapy floor, and hitting her head on the marble sink. She cried out in pain and reached for it, but Vicki was faster.

"Feel that?" Vicki said as she grabbed a fistful of Michelle's hair. "Fucking hurt, doesn't it?"

"Yes, Mrs. Wasserman," Michelle said. Her vision blurred.

"No. You don't. You see —"

Vicki looked up. Eloise was standing in the doorway, watching her wife beat her cow. Michelle glanced at her lover but then looked away. She knew who Eloise would pick if she was forced to choose.

"Vicki, it was an accident," Eloise said. "You proved your point, ...

... and she won't do it —"

Vicki let go of Michelle's hair and stepped in front of Eloise, holding onto the sink so she didn't sleep again. She slapped the slender dark-haired woman once. Twice. Three times.

"You can either fuck a cunt or be fucked like a cunt," Vicki said. "Choose now."

Eloise didn't look at Michelle. She stared into her wife's eyes, trying to maintain control. In a moment, Vicki could have Eloise strapped to a bed and shove Milk down her throat. Eloise knew it. They all knew it. And in another moment, Eloise could have security remove Vicki and take the floor out from the Barn, the Farm, and all of Vicki's projects. Vicki knew it. They all knew it.

Stalemate.

Eloise glanced down to Michelle. "Let's fuck the cunt in our bedroom." She turned and left casually, and when Vicki turned back to Michelle, she had a wicked smile on her face. Without warning, she grabbed Michelle's hair and dragged her out of the bathroom. Michelle tried to crabwalk backwards, to ease the tension in her hair and the pain on her scalp, but Vicki was moving too quickly.

But Michelle didn't cry out. They had hurt her before, and she knew how her body responded. They were sadists, and she was a masochist. It was a simple exchange. But normally they played with a safety net — even if it was the safety of a scene or the comfort of intimacy. That was gone. There was only Vicki's rage and Michelle's flesh to suffer it.

Yet the cow still wanted to moo when she cried out in ...