"Shit," groaned Eric as he jack-hammered into her, pushing himself in halfway, then pulling himself out almost completely before thrusting almost completely in again. It was getting hard to breathe. The heat radiating off their skin could have fried an egg.

His lover's finger-tips were digging into his back, slowly raking as each pound brought both of them closer to the climax.

Eric pushed himself up with his hands, examining the person beneath him. Her eyes were fluttering, her breasts were covered with a fine sheen of sweat, and her bee-stung lips were slightly open, her ragged breath pouring out. He violently pressed his lips on hers, breathing heavily out of his nose. He then broke off, and still holding himself up with his hands, started dipping himself into her, watching her gasp and writhe with pleasure as his head brushed against her walls lightly. The headboard started its usual rhythmic banging.

Sensing she was nearly done, he dropped onto his elbows and started to inch himself in slowly; she responded by arching her back, letting him go deeper.

"God," he moaned, before thrusting wildly, driving both of them over the edge. She gave out a little cry of pleasure, drowned out by Eric's animalistic roar of passion. He collapsed onto her and rolled over. She gave him a flirtatious smile, leaned over and started licking his chest –

Groggily, he woke up. Instantly, his head was assailed by different senses.

It stunk really bad.

The bright fluorescent lights were not welcome.

His head hurt like hell.

He was lying down.

His shirt was off.

And his arms were chained above him to a pipe.

"What the f-" He was interrupted by something warm trailing over his nipple.

Forcing his eyes fully open, he saw a woman kneeling beside him, watching him curiously as her tongue slowly brushed over him.

"Oh my God," he moaned, letting his head fall back, a mixture of pleasure and disbelief. "Where am I? Who the fuck are you? And what do you want with me?"

Amanda smiled in reply. Reaching into her pocket, she took out some masking tape.

"Smile," she said before plastering it on his face. Eric gave a muffled cry of indignation. She nullified his annoyance by stroking his navel, whilst simultaneously kissing him slowly up his throat. He gave another sound, one which sounded like pleasure. His eyes were rolling back into his head.

Amanda froze. Damn. Either it was too much for him, or he'd OD'd. Not good. To her relief, his eyes opened again, wide and clear. He was conscious, all right. And his eyes were silently demanding her to continue. She smiled and started again.

Eric was hoping he could tell her with his eyes that he wanted her to drop dead and die, but instead, all she did was start again, lips caressing his neck, fingers stroking his torso. No, bitch, I ain't your play-toy he thought to himself, starting to buck his body to show her he didn't like what was happening.

Amanda gasped. He was bucking. His eyes were narrowed angrily at her. She ignored him, and focused on his body. Must he really buck like that? All it did was show off his muscles –

She started to crawl away. Eric would have smiled, if the tape wasn't over his mouth. Yes. She was leaving.

Then it hit him. She was crawling the wrong way.

Amanda licked her lips seductively, purposefully; Eric watched her warily, face red from the heat Amanda had given him when she was kissing him. He watched as her hands firmly grabbed his wrists and pulled them up; as soon as there was sufficient space, she slipped behind him and let his hands drop.

Her body was too close for comfort. He wriggled, but as he wriggled she also positioned herself so that he was actually closer to her than before. His back was resting on her breasts, like small cushions.

"You secretly enjoy this, don't you?" she hissed into his ear, simultaneously sliding both her hands down his chest, resting just above his waistband. He shook his head. Smiling, she reached up and ripped the tape off his mouth.

"No," he immediately gasped. "Get your hands off me." He started wriggling, a futile attempt to get away from her exploring hands.

"You like it," she whispered, rubbing his torso hard. Eric almost moaned under her soft touch, but resisted. "You like it," she said again, bending over so her mouth was near his ear.

She stroked a nipple while whispering seductively, "You want me." Eric groaned, back arching. She started to nibble on his ear while he bucked, sliding her hands up and down his front rhythmically.

"No," Eric finally managed to gasp out. Amanda snorted and started laughing quietly, almost sinisterly.

"You don't have to be Jigsaw to know you're lying." She grabbed an arm, wrenched it back, and started lapping at his armpit, having read in a magazine before that it was a sensual spot. Eric cried out as her hot, wet tongue scraped roughly over his sensitive under-arms.

"Stop," he moaned. Man, his begging was such a turn on. Amanda reached down with one hand and undid his zipper, yanking it off clumsily. She then shoved her hand down his pants and pulled out his manhood.

Eric closed his eyes against the torment. While it was pleasurable, he wasn't gonna let himself be used, defiled, by this crazy homicidal bitch. Amanda stopped lapping his armpit momentarily to whisper in his ear, "What's wrong?" She pointedly squeezed him, making him arch his back reflexively.

"Take your hand off me," he growled, spitting into her face. Amanda's smile disappeared.

"Bastard," she spat, slapping him hard across the face. She then ripped off some tape and pasted it over his mouth. "How'd you like this?" She snarled, as she took out some cloth and blind-folded him. He screamed, muffled by the gag.

She pumped her fist, whispering in his ear things she wanted to do with him, helpless and trussed up. Occasionally, he would make a pleasured noise and buck. He would sometimes thrust himself, though he forced himself to try not to. She would slowly stroke upwards towards his head, varying the speed and how hard. Sometimes she just pumped it furiously, other times she will slowly, sensually stroke his head while thrusting her own hips forwards against his broad back, moaning into his ear.

"I want to rape you," she murmured, as he came all over her hand. He stopped moving. Amanda ripped off his gag, letting him breathe heavily, panting.

"I hate you," he grunted as insultingly as he could. In reply, Amanda struggled out from under him and started licking a trail from his hairy chest down to his still erect cock. He started to breathe heavily again. She teased him, licking close then pulling away until he was bucking.

"No, don't," he pleaded more to himself than to her. Raking her fingernails over a nipple, she bent over and covered the tip of his penis in her mouth.

"Damn," he groaned, thrusting upwards. Amanda clung on, slowly licking the underside upwards. The sensation was amazing. Her mouth was hot and wet, her tongue slipping all over him. He gave an anguished cry. Amanda enclosed a fist around the base and started sucking furiously, stroking his shaft hard.

"No, no, no!" Eric moaned angrily. He gave a loud strangled cry and thrust his hips upward, ejaculating into her mouth. Wiping any that spilled out of her mouth, she leant over and let it dribble out of her mouth onto his chest.

It was broad, a triangle of dark hair in the middle, with a few hairs creeping outwards towards his nipples. A rather thick trail led down to pool at his manhood.

She tucked him inside his pants and stood up.

"You're not leaving me, are you?" Eric pleaded, still handcuffed and blind-folded. "Come on, take these things off. I hate not being in control." Amanda raised her eyebrows at the last sentence. I hate being in control. With a little leap in her heart, she wondered what would happen if she was on top, in control...

She shook herself out of her fantasy, and walked off. Jigsaw needed to be looked after. She left Eric, letting the sperm on his chest dry out, leaving him begging her to release him.