Psynymph, Your story was wonderful. The worst thing about stories like that is that I never want them to end. And when they're really good, I feel inspired to add a paragraph or two.

Damien woke early, and looked across at the naked woman in his arms. His cock twitched, but he didn't wake her, he knew that she loved to sleep soundly and always woke refreshed and eager for more. Besides, it gave him a chance to prepare. He unpeeled her from him, leaving her lying naked on the covers. He carefully lifted her left knee and put it to the side, exposing her pussy. He then brushed some hair from her face, revealing her content, flickering eyelids in the middle of a happy dream. Perfect. He reached for the video camera.

He must have filmed her for ten minutes, focusing on the deep breaths she took and the movement of her bosom, before hooking the camera onto a stand on the bottom left post of the four poster. The angle caught her entire torso, but her pussy was at the centre of the image.

Damien then edged away to the kitchen, via the bathroom. He had perfected a chemical compound, mixing Tiger Balm, ginger, ground chilli seeds and toothpaste in a pestle and mortar. He had tried each of them on her individually, but the testing of the mixture was all on himself during painful nights alone. This was the perfect time to try it out on her.

It was the delayed reaction that was the killer, he remembered, heading back up the stairs to the bedroom. He re-entered the bedroom - she was still sound asleep, and the camera was still purring in the background. He dipped two fingers into the pestle, and brushed the mixture over her nipples. A contented squirm came from Scarlett, but she did not awaken. He smiled. Time was short now, so he moved quicky to her pussy, smearling the rest of the mixture over her cuntlips and clit. He knew the sort of dreams that Scarelett had, he knew that the physical stimulation would, for the moment, be incorporated into her subconscious thoughts.

He stripped out of his pyjamas, his cock was fully hard and throbbing as he waited for the explosion. He stood by the foot of the bed, and took the camera in his hand. He adjusted the angle so her entire body was in a full-length shot.

"Mmm," Scarlett moaned, then twitched and frowned. "Nyum," she gurgled. It's only just started, Damien thought.

"Wha-?" and her eyes opened. Her nipples felt as though there was a lit match underneath each one, and she sat up. Unfocused eyes looked at Damien.

"Don't you dare touch your nipples or cunt, little girl," Damien shouted.

"N-no, daddy," whimpered Scarlett, the response automatic despite being uncertain of what was happening to her. "W-what have you done?"

He ignored the question. "Keep those legs wide. Lie back, or you won't get my cock today."

Her pussy twitched, firstly at his words, then as the mixture had its effect. She screamed. Her head lolled back onto the pillow, and her eyes, her beautiful eyes, they were out of shot. This would not do.

"Look into the camera, my dirty little slut," he said. Her head snapped forwards, and he zoomed in to record the perfect blend of fear, arousal, uncertainty and devotion. Her thighs twitched, as though her whole body was telling her to close her legs and get out of the room. But her mind had no intention of leaving. She was with the one she loved.