1 comments/ 15689 views/ 1 favorites Alone In The Dark By: rhody My trainer once asked me if there was anywhere on my paper route that is secluded enough for a morning tryst of phone sex. I knew of a place about three quarters into the route. It was unlit and off the beaten trail. I have been driving past it for the past four months and have yet to see a car, truck, or better yet, a police car. So this morning I told him of a place that was perfect for us. "Good." he said, "Call me when you get there. I'm off work and I want to hear you cumming over the phone." Now this is a relative new thing for me, phone sex. I'm not very much into the spoken word by me; I'm more of a printed word type of gal. But since I have met my trainer, I have learned that the old me needs to be placed aside and to put all of my trust in this man. When I drove by that spot on my route, I got the most intense cheap thrill fluttering down my spine. You know what I'm talking about, the kind that starts on either side of your shoulders and tingles its way down the spinal cord. It can make you shiver in excitement. I slowed down and looked at the road again. It was still darker than any blindfold I've ever worn. It made my pussy all a tingle and my nipples rock hard. With Carly Simon's song, 'Anticipation' running thru my head for the rest of the route, I hurried home for a well-deserved rest. All day long, while I was cleaning house, I thought about the next morning. I couldn't stop from thinking about it. I know I could have relieved some of the edge I was working on, but my trainer has forbidden me from cumming unless he says so, and he just loves to deny me. And this with him living five hours away from me. I know what you are all thinking, five hours away, he won't know if I brought myself off or not. But I truly feel that he would know the difference, so out of respect and devotion, I remain under his command. That's not to say he doesn't deny me at all, oh no, he does give me permission to reach orgasm, even at times when he is not on the phone with me. But it is always on his terms; I wouldn't want it any other way. I tried to imagine what he is going to make me do to myself out there, in the dark, all alone, in my car. Will he make me get out of the car and kneel? He has ordered me to my knees over the phone before. He loves the power he has over me even at such a distance. I made a note to myself to wear loose clothing and no underwear. Oh yeah, and one of my vibrators, a pair of nipple clamps, and my small flogger in case he wants me to flog myself. Once again, I'm trembling with excitement. He doesn't know that I will bring these items. It will be such a surprise for him. As I lay in bed that night, I let my mind wonder again about the next morning… What is going to happen? What fresh new form of cheap thrill is this going to be? I fell asleep with my favorite sleep lure, me on my knees, sucking his cock. He is grabbing me by the hair and pushing his dick further down my throat. Pounding harder and harder, fucking my face. Ah, yes, this is my most favorite. The next morning, I flew out of bed, got dressed and checked to see if I had everything ready. I headed off to work to bag my newspapers and put them in my car. As I hurried thru the first half of my route, I kept thinking about what was to come. The more I thought about it, the wetter I got. I'm so surprised that none of the male store clerks I encountered didn't even noticed the obvious smell of my heat between my legs. My nipples were getting harder by the minute, and I was wondering if I could hold off from cumming till I reached the spot. Even the radio gods were favoring me, for they were playing some of my most beloved favorites, 'Radar Love' by Golden Earring, "Kashmir' by Led Zeppelin, 'Live and Let Die' by Wings. I was getting even more into the mood. Soon I arrived at my last stop before the secluded place. I got out of my car to put the papers in the box. My pussy was dripping big time. I stood by my car, trying to see if I wanted to change my mind. Why should I? Whom am I going to harm? So, with a shake of my head to clear out all the negative thoughts, I jumped into my car and took off. The road ahead of me was twisty curvy, and it takes all my concentration. I approached the turn that leads me to the darkened road. I cut off my lights, turned onto the road, and drove about fifty yards away from the main road. I positioned myself so I could see if any vehicle were to come either way. I stopped the car, looked about and saw nothing. Just the total darkness and me. My hands trembled from nervousness. I grabbed my cell phone and set it on his number, the one marked 'trainer'. My thumb hovered over the call button for a few seconds. I was so scared and excited at the same time. This is the beginning of what cheap thrills feels like to me. The shivers down my spine, the fluttering of my pussy, and the sharpness of my breathing. Throwing all caution to the four winds, I hit the call button on my phone. He answered on the third ring. "Good morning, slut," he says, "what did you bring with you?" Master knows his slut all too well. I told him what I had brought along with me. "Very good, girl," he said, pleased with what he heard. "Get out of the car and drop to your knees beside it, NOW!" I quickly got out and dropped to my knees. The gravel was harsh on my knees. "What are you wearing?" he demanded. I told him that I was wearing shorts and a t shirt, nothing else. He then ordered me to strip right there. As I removed my shirt, I felt a soft breeze across my nipples, stiffening them even more. I then wiggled out of my shorts and knelt there naked. Here I was, outside, all by myself, naked and kneeling beside my car on the side of a deserted road. My head was spinning from both the excitement and the fear of getting caught. My pussy was throbbing like crazy. "With your left hand, pinch your left nipple," he then ordered. I reached up and gently tugged on it. "Pinch it harder, bitch." He does know his girl. I pinched it harder, pulling, twisting it more. I started to moan to myself. Oh, how I wish it was he doing this instead of me. "That's it, let me hear you whimper." I started to whimper in need and I press my knees together. "Now the other nipple, too, don't let it get jealous of the other." With my head tilted to hold the phone to my ear, I am pinching both nipples at the same time. "Oooohhh, Master, your girl wants you so badly." I moaned with much need in my voice. It made no difference that I was miles away from him, I needed him. "Good slut, now take those clamps and fasten them to your tits." I reached over and grabbed them. Pinching and pulling on one nipple, it stands out nicely and I work the clamp on it. "Make sure you tighten it good. I want to hear you in pain," he says as I slide the little ring up it. As it gets tighter, he can hear the intake of air as I feel the pain shooting up my tit and head straight for between my legs. What exquisite pain it is! I kneel there, trying to get used to it when he orders me to do the same with the other nipple. When I tightened the second clamp, both tits are in such glorious pain. I almost cum from the sheer pain of it all. "Now, here is what I want you to do, slave. I want you to set the phone nearby, and take that flogger in you right hand. Then I want you to grab the chain on the clamps with your left. Lift and pull the chain up and out till you just about to pull them off. Then take that flogger and whip your tits both over and under till you cum. But first, shove that vibrator up your cunt and turn it on full speed." Oh my god, I can't believe that he wants me to do that! I set the phone aside where he can hear me, take the vibrator and work it into my pussy. As soon as I get it all the way in, I turn it on to its highest setting. Now the clamps and the vibrator both are doing quite a number on me. With a slightly shaky hand, I pick up the phone and tell him that I'm ready. "Excellent, bitch, now start flogging yourself. I want to hear the whipping so you better have the phone close to your tits." "Yes, Master," I reply and place the phone on the driver's seat. I grabbed the chain in my hand and pull it as ordered. I see my tits extend and the clamps are holding tight to my nipples. I pull them out just to the point where the clamps might come off and hold them there. Next I take the flogger and commence with my whipping. The first strike was on the tops on my tits. I yelped at the pain and almost let go of the chain. I held on and struck underneath. I threw my head back and tried to hold back the scream, but I was unable to do so. I lowered my head to breathe and I could hear my Master encouraging me to keep at it. "Don't stop, keep going, harder! HARDER!!! I then started a rhythm in flogging myself, first the left tit, then the right one, upper part, underneath. All the while the vibrator humming deep in my pussy and I'm screaming from both the pain and the pleasure. Soon, both my tits are covered in bright red stripes and I'm so close to cumming. Somewhere, in the back of my brain, I hear my Master telling me to start whipping my cunt. With a firm grip on the chain attached to the nipple clamps, I lean back a bit and begin to flog my pussy, feeling each lash as it stings my cunt. Now I'm beyond myself and have lost total control. I start to cum and cum hard. I feel my voice from deep down my soul and I let loose a howl; it was like an animal in pure lust. I throw my head back yet again a the scream coming from my mouth is almost unholy and certainly nonhuman. I didn't even realize that I had yanked off the clamps from my nipples. I lost my balance and fell over, curling up in a fetal position. Taking the vibrator in hand, I start to fuck myself as hard as I can. Feeling another orgasm coming up, I curl up even tighter and ride it out, yelling and screaming throughout it. I hear my Master's cumming over the phone and I'm pleased that he enjoyed hearing his slut's release. With a weary and shaking hand, I picked up the phone just as he finishes with his orgasm. "Was that to your liking, Master?" I asked him in between the gulps of air I was taking. "Yes, slave, that was good." my Master replied, pleased with me. "Yes girlie, it was good," I hear behind me. I swiftly turn around and see a man leaning next to my car casually looking down at me. I'm so stunned at seeing this stranger; I'm speechless for about three seconds. That was just long enough for him to grab me by the hair and place his hand over my mouth. He takes the phone away from me and places it next to his ear. "Sooo… what do I have here? A naked woman bringing herself off and doing it with someone over the phone, too. Ain't this my lucky morning." I hear my master saying something to him but I'm unable to make out the words. It sounded like he is telling the stranger to release me and go away. "Seems like you really haven't much say-so in the matter do you right now, huh? Since you like listening to her cum over the phone, let's see if you like hearing her being fucked over the phone. With that, he sets the phone on the roof of my car, pulls me up and throws me over the back of the car. He yanks out the vibrator in my pussy and holds my head down with his other hand. I tried to hit him with my flogger, but he snatches it out of my hand and starts to whip my ass with it. My screams go unanswered and the stranger just laughs at me. "I saw what you were doing to yourself, so you are not fooling me into thinking that you don't like this." He was right, I was enjoying his whipping in spite of the fact he was unknown to me. And plus, with my Master listening in, the juice from my pussy was flowing down my leg even faster than before. Soon, my ass was as red and sore as my tits were. He tosses the whip aside, and with one hand still holding me down, he unbuckles his belt and lowers the zipper of his jeans. By my hair, he drags me off the car and shoves me to my knees. "Hmm… let's see how good you are at sucking a real cock." He pulls out his dick. It's a whopper, almost ten inches and three inches around. "Open up bitch, and start sucking. And it better be good or your Master will hear you being beaten." I took his cock and licked the head. It was so huge, I didn't know if I could take it all in. I flicked my tongue underneath the head hearing him moan slightly. "Oh yes, bitch, that's it. Now start sucking and make it good. Remember, your Master is listening." I opened my mouth wide and let his dick enter my mouth. While sliding it in and out, my tongue is swirling about staying busy. "Suck, bitch, I said suck it!" He grabs my hair and forces my mouth even further down his shaft. "oh yeah, that feels good, suck it harder, slut." I am sucking as much as I can while he is face fucking me. He slams it hard down my throat a few more times and then pulls out. Quickly he grabs my hair again, lifts me up to my feet, and pushes me forward on the back of my car. I'm shoved face down and I feel my legs spread apart. The stranger takes my hands and holds them tight behind me with one hand. The he takes the other hand and guides his cock into my dripping pussy. At his first thrust, he gets about four inches in me. On his second thrust, another four more goes in. I scream at the forcefulness and beg him to quit. With his free hand, he reaches up, grabs my hair, and pulls my head back. "Yes, bitch, scream, let him hear you. I want him to know that his girl is being royally fucked." with a final push, he has me pinned down and my head pulled back. I am screaming for mercy while he uses my hair as leverage, fucking me with a vengeance. In and out, faster and harder, his cock is ramming up my cunt. I feel my orgasm coming and I can tell he is about ready too. Soon I'm losing control again and start cumming I scream out and I hear him grunting above me. With a final thrust and another pull on my hair, the stranger cums deep inside my pussy. As he unloads in me, my pussy starts to quiver inside, milking him. When he is finished, he reaches for the phone, pulls his cock out of my cunt and pushes me to my knees again. "I'm making her clean my dick off, I hope you don't mind." the stranger pauses and seems to listen to my Master. I start to lick off my juices and his cum off his cock. I clean all of his cock, including his balls, too. "Yes, she was good, thanks for her use." With that, he takes his cock out of my mouth, pulls up his pants and starts to walk away. The darkness surrounds him and he is soon hidden from my view. I staggered to my feet and reach for the phone, putting it to my ear. "You did good slut. I'm proud of you. Did you like my surprise?" I almost dropped my phone. Just how did he know where I was going to park? And with him so far away. I heard him laugh and when I return the phone to my ear, he says, "Your Master knows everything, my dear. Everything." Alone in the Dark I have been at the cabin for three days now cleaning out the remains of Old Man Winter and the creatures that make it their winter's heaven. I decide that I need to stroll down to the lake and refresh my soul with a dip. Packing some herbal shampoo, ivory soap and pulling the grey terrycloth off the back of the old brown chair, I follow the worn footpath, that keeps the secrets of years gone by, toward the lake. Quickly the lake comes into view as the cabin sits only a few hundred meters from shore. This morning the sun has not quite reached its peak. Gazing across the still water, I can see the fog gently lifting toward the bright blue sky. Off in the distance, a loon sings a song of great joy as several fish splash upon the surface looking for that early morning meal. I slip off my shorts and cautiously move my way toward the water's edge. Sticking a toe into the water, I find to my delight that it is not as cold as expected but warm like the morning dew as it drips from the leaf of a flowering plant. Gently slipping into the water, I try not to create a huge disturbance amongst the wildlife. A few powerful strokes put me near the center where I stop to rest. Turning my head slowly from left to right and back again, I am in awe at how beautiful Mother Nature creates the world around us. Floating on my back, I bask in this world of beauty for several minutes before being reminded that I came here with a purpose. The sun has lifted higher in the sky and its warmth has increased dramatically. A strange feeling , as if someone was nearby comes over me as I stand naked on shore. My mind races, trying to search for an answer. There has not been another human in this area for three days. A couple of quick steps takes me back to the bush where I hung the terrycloth. Reaching out my right hand to clutch the towel, my heart thumps rapidly in my chest as I see the shadow. How long has this person been there? Have I been watched before today? Standing still for several minutes that felt like a eternity; I soon realized that there is no immediate danger. How could there be someone here? It takes several hours, across four different lakes by canoe, to reach the cabin. Twenty years ago there was an old dirt road that winds its way along the mountain's edge which was used by the logging company. The brush is quite thick with the slow growth of trees and wildflowers. Part of the old road is submerged in swamp water. Several years ago the beavers had dammed one of the connecting lakes causing a flood that reached back and claimed part of the old road. Is it possible that some of the land has been reclaimed? Bravely I take a few short steps onto the path and, with a quick glance toward the old cabin, I discover no one has moved in its direction. The outlines of my feet, slightly sunken in the dark brown sand, still show in several places. Whoever was here quickly made a hasty retreat like a defeated army being called back from the grip of death. Turning around, I quietly stroll back to reclaim my shorts. As I reach the break in the woods that separates the lake's bank from the forest, a smell tickles the hair inside my nose. It has been quite some time since I last grasped the sweet smell of a woman's perfume, yet this perfume lingers in the air as if someone was still here hiding somewhere amongst the tree lined pathway. "Must be a city woman" I utter under my breath. The thought of a young woman watching me has me slightly aroused. Having the smooth, milky soft, warm skin of another human pressed against my muscular body is what I have been wishing for at night. Many days have passed since I fantasize about a woman with long wavy, shiny red hair, luscious full lips that swell in size as I gently nibble on the corners. Taking the terrycloth in my right hand, I slowly start to dry my body. The rubbing motion of the soft fabric across my chest has excited my nipples which are now hard and erect. I take hold of the left nipple between my right thumb and index finger and gently rub. A shivering, tingling feeling has rushed throughout my body as I continue to play. I feel blushed and embarrassed when my cock stands at full attention, aroused with the rest of my body. I feel that someone is still watching, yet I am heating up inside and eager to continue this private show. Continuing to dry what has not evaporated away, I pause as I reach my still erect cock. Taking it into my hand, I press my thumb gently onto the head rubbing the seminal fluid, in a slow circular motion, that has oozed onto the surface. The sensuous feeling builds within my body and is becoming harder and harder to control as it wants to send the package to the surface. Spreading the towel on the sand, I lay down. The afternoon sun is now adding to the heat my body feels. I begin slowly at first, making every stroke as long as possible. The head of my cock glistens in the sun as more fluid slowly leaks out. My strokes increase faster and faster; my breathing becomes heavier; sweat forms on my forehead. I close my eyes and begin to fantasize about the woman hiding in the bush. My right hand now becomes her soft lips as she takes me into her mouth. Deeper and deeper she swallows. A low moan escapes my lips as she now gently teases my balls with her tongue slowly moving up the shaft and back, once again, to the head. She reaches up with her hand and begins to rub her fingers through my chest hair, exploring the natural curves of my body. Taking one of my erect nipples between her fingers, she pinches me softly. Her eyes seem to shine as a small smile breaks out; this well shaped body must be pleasing. Pumping faster, I am brought back to reality as my body could not hold on any longer, sending a stream of cum into the air with one mighty explosion. The hot jism landing on my belly has just ended the fantasy as quickly as it had started. Laying on the towel, panting, I wonder if the young woman stayed in her hiding place, watching. A loud clatter from the falling frying pan smacking against the wooden floor awakes me from a deep sleep. Searching for the flashlight, I find it under the bed and quickly turn it on and aim the beam of light toward the kitchen. At first finding nothing unusual, I am drawn to small, bright blue droppings scattered along the sink top. Turning the light toward the floor, I once again pick up the trail of blue droppings leading their way to a small crack in the wall were once there was a foam sealant. My furry little friend has again found the S.O.S. pads in the hunt to satisfy his hunger. A cold breeze traces its way along my nape, giving me a slight chill. I roll up the sleeve of my pyjamas and flick on the Indigo light of my watch. "Damn! 3:07 a.m.." Turning onto my back I gaze upwards at the ceiling of this old cabin, remembering that I had promised myself during the fall I would reseal the window. The howling of the wind draws my attention to the window above my head. Starring out, I watch the snow being whipped around before settling on the windowsill, forming a drift several inches high. "Yep, for this trapper, it's going to be another long, cold, lonely winter, stuck in the cabin with just my dreams." I whisper to myself while sliding into my old red slippers. Pulling on my navy blue housecoat, I set my sights on the makeshift bathroom at the end of the entranceway. Alone in the Dark "Fucking wonderful," she thought as she pulled her coat tighter around herself and shivered. The power was out at work and there she sat in the cold darkness. Three hours earlier, a sign from a neighboring business had fallen on the back of the building; splintering a power pole as well as caving in a portion of the roof and damaging the electrical wires and gas lines leading to the building. The small gas station had been closed for the night, but Rose had been unable to leave. It was just one more way her job had fucked her over in the last few months. She was expected to sit there; alone, nearly blind in the darkness and freezing; ready to reopen the store in case the power was restored. As she sat in the dark, a fantasy began to play in her weary mind. She was no longer alone in the dark but her Master was there, teasing her chilled flesh with silken fingertips. His hands were always warm and comforting, even on the coldest nights. She moaned softly in the stillness as her own hands traced lightly over her body. In her mind, her Master gripped her hair roughly and pulled her head back, sucking on the exposed skin of her throat. "Oh fuck," she gasped as her fantasy Master gripped her breast without a trace of gentleness. "Alone at last, my pet." His voice echoed in her mind as she imagined him whispering the words softly in her ear. She shuddered with need ignited by his voice. Her hand slipped between her jean-clad thighs and stroked her hot pussy through the denim. "Mmmmm... No wonder you're so cold, pet. All the heat is trapped down here." She opened her legs suddenly, the way He always forced them apart with his knee, and swatted her pussy. "Bad girl." His voice sensual and almost taunting in her mind. "Keeping all the heat down between those delicious thighs." She moaned as she lightly punished her hot needy pussy the way He would have if he were there, making her want him even more. She envisioned Him pulling her up out of the chair and bending her over the desk. She slipped her jeans down to expose her beautiful ass, knowing that He always loved to look at her ass... to caress and slap it. She ran her hands slowly across her bare asscheeks, spreading them wide and squirming with embarrassment, trying desperately to please the phantom of her Master in her imagination. "Mmmm. My lovely little bitch." Oh how often she had heard those very words from His lips. He often called her that when He was very pleased with her behavior. She could almost feel His eyes upon her in the darkness. It was humiliating to be like this without Him there to witness it but it was the direction the Master in her mind had taken her and she was certain the fantasy Master would have the same rules as the Real one. She must not leave the position he put her in or face the consequences. That was one of His main rules and she knew better than to break it, even when playing alone with a spectre inside her mind. She smacked her ass but it was nowhere near what He would have done with His large warm hands. "Good little slut. You remembered." Her hand slid down across her ass and teased her bare pussy. "Such a good pet." She slipped two fingers into her waiting cunt and found it wet and ready. She pushed back against her hand, imagining it were Him, needing more, needing his touch. She pulled her hand away and slapped her ass hard. She had broken one of his rules and she knew that if He were in the room, she would be disciplined. "Stay still or I'll punish you, pet. You know my rules. Do you need a reminder already?" She picked up a thin metal ruler from the desk and spread her legs wide. Without answering the question from her imagination, she spanked her pussy with the cold metal. She gasped in pain at the harsh blows to her tender cunt and started begging for mercy almost immediately. Her pleas echoed through the empty office but she was not able to continue the rain of blows to her tender flesh for very long. After ten strokes to her wetness, she shoved three fingers roughly inside her. She was even wetter than before and her fingers met with very little resistance. She finger fucked herself harshly as she lay bent over the desk. She moaned and writhed as her fingers plunged in and out of her cunt faster and harder. She slid her free hand up her shirt and captured a nipple in a vise-like grip. "Cum NOW, my little slave! Cum hard for Master!" The command crashed through her very soul. She let out a scream of pleasure as she came. Her knees gave out from the powerful waves of pleasure surging over her and she slumped against the desk. As she caught her breath, she realized that she was alone and half dressed in the cold dark office of the store manager. She quickly adjusted her clothes as she heard a key in the front door. It was Katharine, the store manager. She had come to let Rose go home and to take over the cold vigil until the power was restored. "Brrr! It's so cold in here. How did you stay here all night?" Katharine looked at her oddly flushed employee as the younger girl smiled. "Oh, I managed to keep myself occupied." Alone in the Dark There was no way for Nikki to know what time it was exactly. Her claustrophobic five by eight foot cell in solitary confinement didn't include a time piece. The only thing she knew for sure was that it was late, sometime after eleven because the janitors were done for the night. The tiny box was bad enough on its own, barely big enough to lay down and stretch out in but the night conjured all sorts of phantoms. There was no light at all in the tiny room, only what could manage to leak in through the skylight and that wasn't enough to see. Every time Nikki bumped into one of the walls she'd swear they were beginning to close in on her. Thick concrete walls did an excellent job of muffling most noise from outside, for all she knew she might have been alone. They could have vacated the prison because of an attack, or had a prison riot and killed the guards. She knew how ridiculous the thoughts jumbled around her head were but the near total darkness combined with the silence played games with her head. "God I'm fucking going crazy!" She shouted at the top of her lungs. Nikki scampered herself into one of the corners of her tiny cell staring in the direction she thought the door was. It was just another one of the maddening facts that she couldn't see well enough to know for sure where she was. The only option would be to feel along the wall to find it. "I can't do this again. I can't do this again." She started chanting almost like a mantra but it was making things worse not better. A sudden rumbling sound sent her further into hysterics than she already was. It was a sound she would have been able to identify normally. It was an everyday sound, a vacuum or a toilet flushed. The piping in the prison was over thirty years old in some places and made groans that sounded like some kind of monster. It certainly wasn't a gargoyle preparing to rip the door from its hinges and devour her. Nikkki gripped her pillow and brought it up over her face irrationally returning to the youthful idea that if you couldn't see it, it wouldn't see you and she would somehow survive the night. Nikki took a deep breath and held it in place as long as she could. There was the hope that she could somehow make the world sane again but she couldn't. The world wasn't sane. She couldn't be in jail for murder and she couldn't be in solitary confinement for being caught with a dildo. That wasn't how the real world worked and if she wasn't in the real world what were the rules to this crazy place? Nikki's lungs were beginning to burn when she exhaled and drew another breath and that same sound had her pounding at the walls of her cell. "Oh God let me out!" The last few parts of Nikki's mind that were functioning properly knew that there was still no such thing as monsters and she was utterly alone. The problem was that her situation was so insane that rationale was one of the first casualties. When the roaring noise returned she was certain she'd heard it before in her worst nightmares. It wasn't a sound humans could make. It was a unique roar. Whatever was making that noise had already killed everybody else in the prison and now it was coming for her. The only reason she was last was she'd been locked in that concrete box that kept her in and everything else out. For the first time in hours Nikki was certain where the door was when the beast slammed against it. It was like a thunderbolt had gone off in the tiny room. The first one pulled a terrified shriek from the African American prisoner but the second and third drove her to uncontrollable sobs. It was too dark for her to see what was happening but she could hear the door giving way. It was horrific to know that the thing coming for her was barely concerned with six inches of steel. It was treating the door the same way kids treated plywood. It was breaking it slowly for fun, had it truly wanted it could have just torn the thing from the hinges as easily as opening a door. The only reason it wasn't was it enjoyed torturing her. The monster was enjoying Nikki's terror as it tore down her protection one step at a time. The door to her confinement only slowed the beast for a few minutes before a final blow tore it free of its hinges and slammed it against the wall. Nikki cried out as the door slammed against the opposite wall then fell back into place. The door was taller than the room was wide so even with it torn free of its supports it still blocked the entrance. Whatever had torn the doorway open had to make one last conscious effort to grab the door and pull it out of the cell flinging hundreds of pounds of steel away casually. It was still too dark to see her assailant. Nikki could only sense the thing that was coming for her. It was enormous, it seemed to fill the entire room leaving only the tiny space that Nikki was curled in. "Don't hurt me!" She squealed. That was possibly one of the biggest mistakes of her life. Until she's squealed there was the possibility that her plan was working. That she could hide beneath her blanket and pillows and the creature would just ignore her. That chance went away when she opened her eyes she'd be safe in Stephens arms where she belonged. That sole thought was why Nikki kept her eyes pinned shut. If she could keep them shut long enough when she woke up it would be back in her world and not this hell she was actually in. Keeping her eyes shut might have kept some of the horror away but it had no effect the creature wrapping one of its slimy appendages around her ankle and yanking her into the middle of the room. The creature's strength was instantly obvious. It was effortlessly lifting her upside down bouncing her off the padded walls. The bright orange jump suit Nikki was wearing didn't offer any protection against her attacker. "Please no!" As little protection closing her eyes had provided against the supernatural threat her screams did nothing less than encourage it. It slammed her against one wall then another knocking the wind from her lungs. Another tentacle raced into the room and wrapped around her free leg wrenching her painfully far apart. The shoddy orange suit didn't take the sudden wrenching nearly as well as Nikki's body. It only felt like her legs were going to be wrenched free of her hips the suit did split along the seams. Nikki knew what was going to happen as soon as the beast had torn the doors free. She knew that it was going to rape her because that's how it happened every night. There was no point in fighting the inevitable. As it wrenched her legs even farther apart she wasn't surprised to feel a third slime coated tendril slipping beneath the plain white cotton panties that came with prison life and press against her sex. The grime coating provided enough lube that despite the thing being nearly as thick as her wrist it glided into her cunt easily. Her words hadn't deterred the beast in the least so she tried something even more radical. Reaching between her legs Nikki gripped the writhing appendage and pulled. It was too thick for her to get her fingers all the way around, so coated in slime that she couldn't have gotten a grip even if she could and it was solid muscle. Like wrestling an anaconda the only thing she accomplished was giving it the chance to capture her wrists. It took full advantage of that binding her hands while it continued to fuck her. She'd already known that she was helpless. A thing that rips a steel door from its hinges and slaughters an entire platoon of prison guards isn't something a hundred thirty pound woman can fight off using her bare hands. Whatever it wanted to do to her was going to happen. If the beast wanted to tear her arms and legs off that was exactly what it was going to do. With her hands bound near her groin there was only one thing that Nikki could think of that she wasn't too helpless to do. Nikki's fingers slipped over her warm flesh searching out that sensitive nub of flesh. Even tangled and fighting against the beast it only took her a moment to find her clit. It was the one thing she could still do. She could let go and enjoy the first piece of flesh to fuck the prison bunny in longer than she could remember. It was months at best since the last time she'd managed to seduce one of the guards, maybe longer than that. It was the only choice Nikki had, she could scream until she'd hollowed her chest out and there was no screaming left in her or she could close her eyes and let the beast have it's way. Her fingers were a blur while at the same time the creature continued to cram as much of itself into her as it could manage. Nikki was certain she'd never been filled with this much raw flesh before. It must have been over a foot inside her. She could feel the tip pressing against her cervix with each thrust. "Oh God." Nikki groaned. When her orgasm hit it was devastating. She lost what little control over her body she'd had as her back twisted every way she could man. Her toes curled and her head thrashed back and forth. It didn't even feel like an orgasm, the experience was so blinding that it needed a new word to describe it. It was almost more than Nikki could handle without going mad. A man would have shown some sign of mercy to her, let her come down before the next one crashed over her. The beast didn't show that kind of mercy. Nikki was certain she'd die of exhaustion if it kept up. At exactly six o'clock in the morning the door to cell C-7 sprang open as the magnetic locks were released. It was time for breakfast and while those in solitary weren't allowed to remain the mess hall they weren't brought their food. Nikki should have emerged from the cell and headed to the line. When five minutes passed and she hadn't emerged Private First Class Daniels left his post at the entrance of the C block and approached the cell. Inside the cell was something he'd come almost to expect. He'd only been there a year but he knew that just like men women need sex. They don't want it, they need it. Denied for too long, especially in the Box and it was possible, even likely to drive them insane. Some of them could be brought back from the brink but some were just gone. Nikki he would guess was just gone, she was claustrophobic a single night in the box could have driven her mad but an entire month? At some point this had become the goal and not a possibility. The prisoner Domenique Connors had her jumpsuit down around her ankles and she was face down ass up in the corner of her cell with four fingers crammed into her pussy. She was completely oblivious to anything that was going on around her. She probably wasn't even aware that she was being watched as she fingered herself. She was babbling about a monster that killed everybody. PFC Daniels watched her for a few minutes before he returned to his post and made a phone call. "Inmate 707033 is mentally unstable. Pending a more thorough evaluation she is to be moved immediately to the psyche ward and from there considered for sale." Alone in the Dark You block off the time on your work calendar and tell your coworkers you have an appointment. At 2:00, you leave your office to meet me. We are strangers. We've never met before or even seen each other's pictures but we share the same fantasy. You walk into the movie theater. It's dark. It's not as empty as you expected but there are only 25 or so people spread out throughout the theater. You look for me, not knowing what I look like but knowing what I'll be wearing. You walk into my row and sit next to me. The movie has already started. We nod at each other and furtively scan each other's body. I mouth "WOW!" and breathe a sigh of relief. You whisper in my ear, "You're a very pleasant surprise too. . . " The sound of your soft voice in my ear removes any nervousness I may have had. I resist the urge to introduce myself; you said you wanted anonymity. You glance at the movie screen and I see a little doubt in your body language. It's clear that I will have to make the first move. It's my turn to lean in to you and whisper, "Let me know if you are having second thoughts." "Not at all," you say as your eyes water with excitement. I lean in to kiss you and you let out the slightest moan as our lips touch. You kiss me back like someone who hasn't made out in years. My thoughts return to high school, the last time I've had such a hot makeout session. I caress and then softly tug on your hair as we kiss. Your body is hidden beneath a conservative blazer and pencil skirt and I want to touch it. I reach my hand underneath your shirt and feel your plump breasts over your bra. I slid my hand underneath and feel your cute little nipples start to harden. You start to touch my chest before I whisper back to you, "Let's focus on you." I kiss your neck as my hands start to explore your legs. I work my way up towards you panties and then back down again. I do this teasing several times, each time lingering just a little longer on your panties. I rub you through your panties and see your head tilt back. I kiss you again and start to tease your legs again. You can't wait much longer. "Please!" you whisper convincingly. I slide your little panties off and put them in my pocket for safekeeping. I see you look around to make sure no one is watching. It's dark so I can't tell. We're still being pretty quiet. You get a little less quiet when I move my fingers up to your clit and touch it gently. I slip my finger inside you and am pleasantly surprised to find that your pussy is soaked. I move your juice around your clit to get everything wet. You are breathing heavily. "Ohmigod, I'm gonna cum really quickly," you tell me and I accept the challenge. I work your little clit until I find the perfect rhythm to make you purr, making a small clockwise circle. I can see you're getting close so I resume kissing you to quiet you down. You moan into my mouth as I frantically rub your clit faster and faster. Your hips start to vibrate up and down. Up and down. You grip both armrests tightly as you get closer. Your head tilts back as I feel your little lips contract around me. I see your body convulse. You let out the most beautiful sigh as you cum in my ear. I reach two fingers inside you to feel your soaken pussy. I just have to taste you and lick all of your cum off of my index finger. I get ready to lick my middle one but you grab my hand and pull it towards you. You slowly lick your juice off of my middle finger as you lock eyes with me. I don't blame you for wanting a taste. You really are delicious. Your pussy beckons to me once more. I slide one finger back inside you. God you are so tight. I love feeling how excited you are for me. I move my finger inside you and can feel you start to get worked up again. I manage to squeeze two fingers inside you but it's a bit of a challenge. You are starting to feel more comfortable with me. "It's been such a long time since I've been fingerfucked." "Oh, is it OK?" I ask. "Oh yeah. I'm loving it!" you reply. I use my two fingers to fuck you hard and fast and you start to moan even loader. For a moment, I see you realize there are other people here and you cover your mouth but soon you lose yourself again in the moment. Your pussy is dripping all over my hand as I feeling you getting closer. This time, it's my hand that's over your mouth and I feel you getting more comfortable making noise now that it's muffled. I curl my fingers towards me in a "come hither" motion as I finger you and I start to feel your pussy convulse. In no time, your pussy cums all over my fingers as you moan into my hand. Your body shakes for several moments. I slowly sit back into my chair and smile at you. My fingers are covered in you and once again, I lean in to give you a taste. You lick every bit of yourself off me and I'm a bit jealous that you don't leave any for me. You whisper to me again, "God, I needed that!" You touch your little pussy, wet your fingers, and raise them to my mouth. As I savor my last taste of you, you speak again, "Next time, let's focus on you." As I smile and begin to reply, you give me a kiss and stand up. You walk away and out of the theater. As I turn back towards the screen, I notice several male glances my way in acknowledgment that they saw and heard what we were doing. "Next time?" I spin to whisper back, confused about our arrangement. It's too late. You are gone.