Pam kicked the fangbanger away before he could lick her feet. She was very fond of this particular pair of shoes and would not be happy if their were ruined by saliva.

After ensuring her shoes hadn't been harmed in any way, Pam watched the cowering man from the corner of her eye.

A week ago he'd been a swaggering jock, full of his own bravado. Now he was grovelling at her feet in fearful lust.

She'd lost interest in him the moment she'd broken his will, not that he'd offered much resistance, but it was the game that mattered.


trueblood100 — challenge #12: break/broken