0 comments/ 25159 views/ 0 favorites The Shack By: SammyJade Blindfolded, I sit in the front seat of a car, my Master is next to me, driving. I cannot tell the speed we are travelling, but it is fast. The window on my side is partially down, and I feel the breeze upon my face, my untethered hair billowing around me. I tilt my head upwards, and through the blindfold natures' strobe light flickers upon my eyes - the late afternoon sun shining through tall trees. I sense my Masters' gaze on me and I smile. After several miles the car slows, then turns, and the road is rougher now. The air becomes cooler, scents of pine and wildflowers touch my nose. Minutes pass, then the engine stops. My Masters' strong hand rests on my denim-clad thigh, I feel his heat as he leans towards me, whispering "We are here slave." My heart races and my respiration rate increases as his warm breath tickles my ear. When his lips graze my neck I shiver, turning my head, needing to feel his mouth cover mine, but he retreats. My pout is automatic, and I hear the sweet sound of my Master chuckling. "All in good time slave." I hear his door opening, feel his body leave, then the door slams. A shadow moves instantaneously between the sun and my shielded eyes, then my door is opened. Warm hands close over my tethered wrists, and I am pulled from the car. I feel his fingers fasten a leash to my collar, tethering me to the cold steel handle of the car door. "Wait" he commands, and I obey. His boots crunch on the dirt as he removes something from the trunk, then he is beside me, freeing the leash. "Follow me slave". The leather becomes taught and I follow, falling into step behind my Master. The ground is uneven, and long grass tugs at my legs. Feeling the forest closing in I shiver, moving closer to the security of my Master. Birds sing a fading chorus as they find a roost for the night. Nocturnal insects click and chirp, pausing as we pass, then resuming their ancient song. The dirt beneath my feet levels, the grass is shorter now, and I hear the unmistakable gurgle of a stream. Ten steps later my Master stops, and I hear the creaking of a seldom opened door. Pungent smells of mildew and dust wave over me and I am pulled inside. There is no light filtering through my blindfold now. My Master moves around me, his body brushing mine. I hear the door creak closed, then the metallic click of a lock. The Shack – Part 2 I inhale a shaky breath as the familiar, heady sensation of excitement and fear washes over me. Standing still, I wait for my Master in the middle of the room. I hear him breathing behind me, every nerve in my body tense as I await his touch. The passing seconds seem like hours. His voice pierces through my soul. "Have you been a good slave?" I nod. "Or has my slave been bad?" My lower lip trembles. "I can't hear you slave". "I-I've been good M-Master" I stutter. "Are you sure slave?" his voice is low and steady. "Yes Master, I am sure". "Good slave - very good". The air escapes from my throat as I try to steady my breathing. "Are you afraid of me slave?" "A little" I mumble. Air glides across my Masters' lips as he sighs, his voice lower this time. "Once again, I can't hear you slave." "A little afraid, M-Master." "MMmmmmm" he moves around me and I feel his sweet breath on my face. His large hand closes around the back of my neck and he pulls me forward. After three steps he halts, turning me and pushing me backwards. I feel the cold dullness of a wooden beam pressing into my back. The leash is removed and a shorter leather strap is attached. I am secured to the beam by three inches of hide. My Masters' hand traces the jugular curve of my throat, down my left arm to my joined wrists. My arms are lifted over my head and tied to the beam. His hands slide down the underside of my arms, brushing the sides of my breasts. He pauses there, and I feel the heat of his palms through the thin cotton fabric. Two index fingers trace tiny circles and I squirm, fighting the urge to giggle. "Be still child" he commands, and I obey, biting my lower lip. His hands move further down, stopping at my waist, tracing across my belly to open my jeans. My breathing quickens with every inch of skin exposed, his fingers gently caressing. I feel the heavy denim slide over my hips, then my Masters' shoulder leans on my thigh as he stoops. My shoes are removed, closely followed by the jeans. He stands and moves away, his boots heavy on the wooden slats. "Slave?" "Yes, Master?" His faded voice increases in volume as he moves back toward me. "I have a knife in my hand". The Shack - Part 3 "Nnnooooo" I barely breath out the word as I thrash. "Master no - please". He watches me, expressions of amusement and anger crossing his features. "Slave ..." "Master - please" I beg, cutting him off, my thrashing continues as I try to break free. "SLAVE!" I am instantly still, my head low and to the side. "Don't move slave" his tone is low, a warning. I hold my breath, flinching when his fingers grip the hem of my T-shirt, brushing my skin below my navel. "I said - DON'T MOVE" he threatens. Cold steel slides upward, between my body and the cotton, then along my collarbone and down each arm, the shredded garment falling to the floor. White lace follows suit as my Master cuts my bra from me. He breathes in, holds it, then exhales. "My beautiful slave" he whispers and my blush is instantaneous. The blade slides down to my hips, the pressure leaving a fleeting line on my skin before surface capillaries refill. My panties are sliced from my body, silently drifting to the floor. Minutes tick by, my Masters' steady breathing and the crickets outside are the only sounds to reach my ears. My body jumps when his left hand cradles me, the heel of his hand pressing on my pelvic bone. My legs part slightly, an automatic response to him, and his middle finger slides through my silk to enter me. My shallow breathing mimics his movements. Then the digit is removed, placed across my parted lips a second later. Taking his finger into his mouth, I moan softly as I swallow my own sweet juice. "NEVER say no to me again slave - do you understand?" he removes his finger from my hot mouth. "Yes Master, I am sorry". Then he is gone, the door creaks open, then closed. I stand secured to the beam, unclothed and alone. The Shack – Part 4 My head hangs low as I fitfully sleep, the dull ache in my arms incorporated into a dream that I will soon forget. "Wake up slave" my incoherent mind hears his word from far away. His left hand lifts my chin, the right hand shakes my body, lying flat against my stomach. "SLAVE!" I awake with a start, panic setting in as a scream threatens to escape my throat. His hands closes over my mouth and I struggle. "I'm here slave - everything is ok". The fog clears from my mind as I comprehend his words, nodding slightly. "I can't believe you fell asleep slave. You could've strangled yourself." The shack is different somehow - warmer. My eyes drift to the fireplace. I see an amber glow through my blindfold and hear the crackle of flames. "I cut some wood slave - I could tell you were cold." My body flushes at the knowing sound to his voice. My wrists are numb as he frees them from the beam. My arms fall like deadweight as he unclips the strap securing my neck. I am lifted off the ground and carried toward a mattress lying by the fire. Perspiration dots my skin, but the flames are not the cause. It is the nearness of him, his hands under my thighs, the warmth of his chest. I snuggle into him, revelling in his strength, his male essence. I breath him in, he fills my soul, and I am complete. The sheet is warm on my back as he lays me down. He releases my wrists, only to tie them with rope to metal rings on the floor. He repeats the process with my feet, until I am open before him, vulnerable and completely at his mercy. Still blindfolded, I have no idea where he is, or that he watches my every intake of air. I grow wet with anticipation as I hear the tell-tale sounds of clothes being removed, and I smile. "I have something for you slave", he is nearer than I thought, then I feel the indentation as he sits on the mattress to my right, at waist level. His right hand rests on my stomach, palm down, fingers splayed. My Masters' touch is electric. He leans toward the fire, pressing down on me for support. As soon as the hot wax lands on my nipple, I writhe - the pain a sweet agony. Droplets land on my breasts, between them and up to the base of my throat. The level of pain determined by the distance he holds the candle away from my body. Closer here, further away there, my flesh burning for an instant. I moan and thrash, steadied only by my binding ropes and the warm pressure of your hand. I hiss on the intake of air, moaning as I exhale. Then I feel hot lips caressing the reddened flesh, and still I moan. My Masters' tongue covers my fevered skin, inch by inch, as I feel my control thundering away. The Shack – Part 5 Abruptly he stops the oral caress. My ragged breathing echoes around the room. My hands and feet are untied, and he flips me over, securing my wrists to the metal rings once again. I lie face down, the coarse mattress grazing my tender flesh through the thin cotton sheet. "Your words still echo in my mind slave." "Master?" I answer, confusion clouding my face. "I will not tolerate the word 'no' slave." "I'm sorry Master. You …" "SILENCE SLAVE! You will be punished." "But Master, I thought …" "You thought a finger fuck was your punishment?" "No Master. You had a knife, a-and I w-was afraid." "Slave I will love you with my dying breath and beyond. Your fear excites me – almost as much as your obedience, but I would never harm you." His words resonate through my mind and I feel foolish. "I know Master." I whisper, shame colouring my face. "Do you think your forthcoming punishment is deserved slave?" "Yes Master." "Good girl." I turn my head away from the fire, needing the darkness. "Now slave, what shall I use?" I hold my head up slightly, beligerant. "The choice, as always, is yours Master." "The tally is up to 15 now slave. Do you have anything more to say with that smart mouth of yours?" "No Master." "Mmmmmm". I hear him rummaging through the canvas bag. "Aaaaaaahhhh yes." My body tenses as punishment draws near. I hear the wooden paddle scratch past the zip as my Master pulls it from the bag. Footsteps – he approaches. I close my eyes, limbs straining against the ropes that hold me. "Why are you being punished slave?" My words break on a sob. "Because I said no to you Master." Seconds tick by, and I hear a soft thud as he kneels on the floor. I swallow the fear in my throat. The paddle makes a whooshing sound as it cuts the air, wood smacks onto flesh and the loud slapping noise is followed by searing pain seconds later. "Aaaaaarrrggghhhh". The scream escapes my throat and I bury my face in the pillow. Four times more, in quick succession, and I am sobbing. I flinch when my Master touches my red ass, his hand warm and gentle on my tortured flesh. His fingers explore the crevice, and I lift my hips to accommodate him. "Your so wet slave." He slides two fingers inside me and I push back against his hand, closing around him and rocking slightly as he probes deeper. His other hand weaves through my hair. Taking a handful he lifts my head, turning it until I am facing him. Withdrawing his fingers he brings them up to my mouth, inserting them once again into a hot, wet place. Tasting my own essence I suck greedily, then my Master' lips cover mine, tasting me. His tongue deeply probes my mouth and I invite the sweet invasion. My pain is almost forgotten for a moment, the sting fading to a dull ache, but I have not yet been properly punished. The Shack - Part 6 I suck on his bottom lip as he withdraws, my tongue sliding back and forth, teeth nipping slightly. He stays still for a moment, letting me suck, and I feel his smile before he breaks the sweet contact. "If you were trying to distract me slave, it almost worked. Almost." I smile wickedly, knowing for a fleeting moment the power I held over him, but my Masters' power over me is so much stronger, and anything but fleeting. "Something amuses you slave? Tell me, is it amusing enough for another five?" "No Master, I am sorry – please." "Very well slave, but you still have ten to go." "Yes Master." I pout, lowering my head to the pillow. He stands, pads over to the bag and I hear the rustling of canvas once again. Then he returns, kneeling on the edge of the mattress. "See if you can guess what this is slave." My hands ball into fists as I strain against the tethers. I feel the flat leather slap across my ass. Lifting my head I scream, the sound barely leaves my throat before I feel the searing pain again. "Well slave?" Once more across my back. "I can't hear you slave." The strap crosses the back of my thighs. Jolts of pain wrack the length of my body and I scream and writhe, my mind incapable of coherent thought. "Tell me slave and I will spare you the last one." Sweat glistens on my skin, every muscle strained as the waves of pain intensify, white hot electricity firing across neurons until it registers in my brain. Seconds tick by, and I cannot answer. I know full well what he is using – a thick leather belt – but I stubbornly refuse to utter the four-letter word. Instead I grit my teeth, breathing hard. "Last chance slave." I make no sound. "Very well." The strap whistles through the air. My muscles are clenched, but this pitiful preparation does nothing to ease the torment. A cry of anguish follows, and I slump down, sobbing, as the hurt takes hold. Minutes pass, then I hear the metal rings rattle. The ropes slacken, and then he removes them from my wrists. I am free. I hear my Master walk away, then a wooden chair being moved, scraping across the floor. I roll onto my knees, moaning as tortured skin stretches over muscle. A thought enters my fevered mind, irrational, yet still I act on it. 'RUN'. I cannot stand, my legs still weak, so I crawl. The sodden blindfold covers my eyes, but I know better than to remove it, the floor rough beneath my hands and knees. Sounds fill my ears, and I realise I am sobbing. I have crawled a few paces when my hand rests on my Masters' foot. "Where are you going slave?" I squeal and turn around, not knowing where the door is. I move faster now, frantic, blood circulating with a flood of adrenaline, toward the fire, desperately trying to remember the layout of the room. Across the mattress, I feel the heat of the fire on my face, just as my Masters' hand clasps my ankle, dragging me back. I try and grip the floor, then the edge of the mattress, all the while begging, pleading with my Master. Still holding my ankle he spins me around, pulling me toward the fire. My hands claw at the sheet, dragging it with me. He sits in the wooden chair by the fire, his free hand closing around my upper arm, the other sliding up to my thigh as I am lifted; face down, onto his lap. "Let go of the sheet slave." I cling to it as though I was drowning and the stark white fabric was my lifeline. He grips a handful of hair and jerks my head up and toward him. I flinch at the sound of his voice as he hisses through clenched teeth. "Lose the sheet you stubborn little bitch." The Shack – Part 7 I feel his steady breathing, his hard thighs beneath me, the pressure on my scalp ever increasing in tiny increments as I awaken from my frantic trance. "NOW!" The sheet falls to the floor, released by shaking fingers. Pushing my head down, he releases my hair; the ebony strands sliding down his legs to the floor. My skin is slick, glistening, luminescent. Draped across his lap, breathing hard, I feel his hands on my thigh, strong and warm, fingers tracing tiny circles. His other hand spreads over my back, carefully avoiding the fading red welt, he presses down firmly. "Five to go slave," he whispers, and I moan, my body limp with acceptance. My respirations slow as my eyes drift closed. Punishment or not, I love being this close to him. He raises his hand from my thigh and brings it down hard on my ass, a resounding slap echoes around the room and I choke on a scream. Then another slap and I bite my fist, tears trickling through my blindfold. A third, my thirteenth in total, and I grip my Masters' calf muscle. He reaches down and slaps my hand away, my nails raking his skin. "You little bitch!" He smacks me harder, my pelvis pressing into his thighs as I scream. Another two follow and I kick and fight, screaming, sobbing, thrashing. "I can keep this up all night slave." He pauses, but the pain continues, relentlessly stinging. "That's sixteen Master." "Yes slave, and still you have not learnt." "But Master please…" "Am I to believe you are humbled and truly sorry when you crawl away from me, then scratch like a she-cat?" "I am sorry Master." "Really?" He removes the blindfold and I blink tear soaked lashes, adjusting my sight I stare at the floor. I see the dark scratches on my Masters' legs. Once again, his fingers entwined in my hair, he brings my head up to face him. Our eyes meet and clash, the electricity between them tangible. My chin tilts of its own accord. "You don't look sorry slave." He pushes my head down and spanks me twice more. The pain is the same as before, equal in its intensity, but I do not fight. Instead I cry, tears falling to the floor. His legs part slightly and he lifts my hips, tucking my legs under me as I slide to the floor. I sit between his legs, at his feet, my head buried in his thigh as I sob. "I'm sorry Master." "Show me slave. Show me how sorry you are." I lift my head, staring up at him with hope in my eyes. "How Master? I'll do anything." His hand closes over the back of my neck, half turning, half lifting me until I face him, on my knees, between his legs. "Worship my cock slave. Worship the cock of your Master." My tongue automatically moistens my lips. "And if you are a good little slut, Daddy will fuck you." The Shack – Part 8 I take hold of my Masters' cock and lean forward. His hand still closed around the back of my neck, he pulls my mouth toward him and leans back in the chair. I feel his legs close around me and shiver from the skin on skin contact. I take the tip in my mouth, my tongue tracing tiny circles around the eye, tasting the pre-cum. He is so hard – the power of his erection intoxicates me. Soon I will feel him deep inside me – a thought that makes me dizzy with anticipation. My mouth moves lower, swallowing reflexes relax as I slowly take in all of him. Here I pause, savouring the feel of him filling my mouth. Throat muscles constrict as I suck, my tongue rippling around the shaft. I hear his breathing quicken, feel his pelvis tilt towards me. I move back, my tongue flicking and teasing the shaft, then around the rim. My hand moves up to knead his balls while my mouth repeats its journey downwards. I hear him moan as I slowly increase the pace, sucking, kneading, caressing. Faster still I move, his cock slick with hot saliva. I love the feel of his hard, black satin cock sliding across my tongue, deep into the back of my throat. If I were granted only one wish it would be to please my Master in this way until the end of time. I feel the pressure on my neck as he fucks my face harder. I close my eyes and feel him shudder. A second later his hot cum is injected into my mouth, splashing against the back of my throat. I swallow it; all of it, slowly moving back until only the tip graces my mouth. I am privileged to feed on my Masters' gift and I suck greedily. The Shack Arriving at the park at approximately 9:15AM dressed according to his instructions... As i walk through the woods my eyes glance over the park, watching people with their pets, hearing the morning chirps of the little critters around me. my eyes wandering, as my mind focused on what was about to take place. As i approached the shack my eyes once again glancing to see if i was alone. The door to the shack was soon upon me, it was full of spider webs, as if no one entered the shack in months. i could see the lock and also knew at that point, my Master had visited it prior, for the lock had been cut. Once inside the shack, i placed my blindfold on, unbuttoning my white blouse, fondling my breasts to prepare them for him. Then i play with my clit, making it nice and wet for his arrival. my heart is beating fast from the thought of my Master soon to be with his whore. Hearing the door open, i know he's just as excited as i. Opening my blouse, to show him that my nipples are fully erect as ordered... letting my right hand run down the front of my thigh, to the hem of my skirt, bending my left leg and placing the sole of my foot up against the wall i lean against... lifting my skirt to show him i am properly shaved and how wet my pussy is for him... to show him, i place my finger inside my pussy, pulling out my wetness... returning my finger to my mouth, sucking and licking my wetness clean from my finger. i feel him move close, i want my Master to kiss me so badly, feeling his face next to mine... he kisses my lips softly.i whisper, "Master punish me", i went against everything You've taught me. He places both hands on the sides of my face letting them run down to my breasts without stopping, His hands find their way to my pussy... my body trembling from His touch. His hands pass by it. i feel Him step back... what seemed like minutes, were only seconds. i can hear the sound of his zipper being pulled down... soon His hands are on my shoulders, forcing me to my knees. my Master knows how much i love to suck on His cock... i feel Him rub it against my cheek... across my lips... i know better not to open my mouth unless He says so. Master tells me to stick out my tongue. He places the tip of his cock on my tongue, runs it up and down it... letting the beads of pre-cum fill my tongue... God i want it so bad... i want Him to fill my mouth with His beautiful cock, but He knows He's killing my insides, for this is a way to punish me without me enjoying it. He pulls away ...Thank you Master Chris, i'll never go against Your words again...His hands in mine, reaching for me to stand once again. Please take me Master Chris ...Please fill my pussy with your cum... let me make Your cock feel pleasure from my wet pussy ...Please fuck me Master Chris... His hands on my waist, turning me around fast... i feel His hand placed firmly on my back, letting me know to bend at the waist... with no holding back, He smacks my ass hard, over and over... He pulls my hair so hard, my head can reach back no farther. His one hand enters my pussy fast. He fingers me so deep. Taking His cock in His hand, He has His cock enter it fast and deep... thrusting His cock as deep as He can... i want to scream out, to let Him know how much He pleases me. He fucks me fast and hard, filling me with His cum. He withdraws his cock, turns me to face Him. i drop to my knees and suck His cock clean from O/our juices... i do worship His cock so ...i suck until its hard once again. He leaves it there to enjoy my mouth... His hands on my face, watching my lips suck around His cock... tracing my tongue around the tip of the head ...sliding it back down his shaft to His balls... as i suck His cock deeply in my mouth, my hand fondles his balls. He places his hands on my head... I know to take Him as deep as i can. i swallow Him slowly... soon reaching the back of my throat ...pulling out and sucking back down again... pleasing my Masters cock until He cums in my mouth. He helps me to my feet. Taking me in His arms... holding me tight... kisses me ...i feel Him walk away, i want to stop Him, but i cannot. Soon to hear the door open and close. my Master has left...i stand alone now. Removing the blindfold...under my breath, i thank my Master for being His whore. i stay and get my thoughts together, to get my heart beat back to its norm:) What i've just experienced is a taste of what i've been looking so forward to. The need to submit to the will of a Dominant male, to be owned by Him, is a powerfully erotic enticement. To be cared for, honored, cherished and protected, fuels the hunger to serve You. Master Chris, you have in me, what no other male shall ever taste. All my love, your whore, marjorie The Shack As my wife and I were sitting at having a morning coffee our close friend Helen came by to see if we could give her a hand next weekend with a few things. As the morning wore on we got round to talking about sex and Helen mentioned that we hadn't met up for some fun in a while and wondered if we were up for some when we came to visit her. We both had to agree that it had been some time since we all had fun together and both agreed we could do with some fun again with her. "Would you be free this afternoon for a little fun?" I asked She was but we couldn't meet at the barn as usual as her husband had closed it up as he thought some youngsters were using it to fuck in the hay. If he had only known whom it really was!!!!! However they owned a shack in the woods behind the cemetery that was hardly ever used where we could meet. I readily agreed to meet her there at about 2pm. After taking a shower and shaving I decided to go and check out this shack. It was about a 100 metres into the woods and was not easily visible from the road. As I approached I could see that there was a trail that looked to be well used trail coming from the other side of the woods and that the door hinges on the shack had been kept well oiled. Seeing this didn't suggest hardly used to me and I stood outside and listened carefully for a few moments. I was sure I could hear some heavy breathing coming from inside the shack. I stepped forward and slowly pushed open the door and peered round it. There was only a light that filtered through the cracks in the roof. In the gloom I cold make out an old table and a couple of chairs sitting in the middle of the room. And as I looked to my right there was a bed with a woman lying naked on top of it stroking her breasts with one hand while finger fucking herself furiously with her other hand. I watched her work her self to a shattering climax before deciding to leave despite the hard on in my pants telling me to stay and fuck her. As I was just closing the door Helen came up behind me. "I see you have found it then? Shall we go inside" she said Before I could say or do anything she pushed the door open and walked straight inside. There were two squeals of surprise as the two women saw each other. I stood waiting for what their reaction would be. "Oh I am sorry, I didn't know anyone was in here" Helen said embarrassed "It's ok Helen, I should have been more careful and locked the door" said the woman Helen then introduced me to Lisa who was a teacher from the local school whom she had known for a long time. I could see that Helen was eyeing up Lisa's slim body as much as I was and was surprised to see her move toward Lisa and begin to kiss her on the lips. To my surprise Lisa responded and began to feel Helen's 38dd breasts through her t-shirt. Helen slid own her hand down Lisa's stomach and onto her wet pussy as she began to massage her clit which had Lisa bucking almost uncontrollably on to her fingers. I couldn't stand it any longer and as we all stripped our clothes I joined the two women who were now lying on the bed fondling each other. As I walked the few paces to the bed I bent over and guided my cock close to Lisa's mouth. She turned her head and took my 8" tool into her mouth and began sucking it like a lollypop. I was so fucking horny that it didn't take long for me to shoot my load down her eager throat as she swallowed cum. When I was spent I lay back and watched the two women explore each other's body. As they got into a 69 I could see Helen's body begin to shiver and shake as her orgasm began to take over her and send her over the edge. Lisa reached out and took hold of my semi hard cock and began to massage it back to full hardness as Helen lapped at her sopping cunt. My cock was now at full mast again as the two women parted and Helen rolled off and lay beside Lisa. "Don't just sit there looking, get that big cock up me and fuck my brains out" Lisa purred as she pulled at her light pink coloured nipples. I didn't need to be asked a second time as I got between her slender thighs. Helen grabbed my throbbing cock and guided me to the entrance of Lisa's dripping cunt hole and ran my cock over her wet lips coating my cock with her juices. As I pushed my hips forward I entered Lisa slowly until my dick was buried deep within her pussy. Helen rubbed her wet fingers over Lisa's puckered little rosebud as she slid two of her fingers knuckle deep in her anus. I could feel Lisa's cunt muscles adjusting to accommodate my cock and then clench on my cock as Helen's fingers began to fuck her arse. I began to push in and out using long slow strokes that I knew many women enjoyed. With all the attention she was receiving it wasn't long before Lisa was cumming over my cock with each stroke of my cock as her orgasms came one after the other. I increased my speed and after few minutes she cried out for me to cum deep inside her "Fill my cunt, fill it up with your hot spunk" she yelled as my cock began to spurt its load into her fuck hole. She arched her back and exploded with an earth shattering orgasm grasping my cock so tightly with her cunt that I thought rip it off me. As her orgasms subsided she sighed and lay back totally relaxed and my cock slid with a pop from her juicy cunt. No sooner had I rolled off her than Helen had her head between Lisa's legs lapping up our mixture of cum and cunt juice as Lisa took hold of my prick and licked it clean. "That was fucking wonderful, I haven't been fucked like that in a long time. Thank you so much, both of you" she said as she grinned from ear to ear. With that Lisa got up and dressed. As she left the shack I got up and started to pull my pants. "And what the fuck do you think you are doing" Helen asked with a lusty smile on her face. "Haven't we come here for a session of our own? She asked again. Well naturally I had to oblige the lady didn't I. The Shade of Night The computer beeped as the darkened figure worked at another console. The room was shrouded in darkness, with only three small candles and the flickering lights from the three computer screens providing any light. The room was fairly large, and the apple scented candles didn't waver in the stillness. The man known as Nightshade looked across at the lap top, his expression was one of complete calm. The screen showed an internet chat room, with a private connection established. The top line held a single word. "Proposal?" Underneath it appeared a sentence in bright green against the black background. "Retreive and deliver appropriate package to appropriate place alive and unharmed." The figure leant back for a moment, then tapped the keyboard. "Numeration?" The screen cleared, and a figure began to take appear. "$450, 000." Nightshade raised his eyebrows in surprise. It was more than double his normal fee for a simple elimination. He leant forwards again, and brought the keyboard closer. "More details required. This line is secure. Please provide exposition." He leant back again and waited. After a moment, the sentence disappeared, and more of the bright green text appeared. "Bridget Moynahan to be retrieved from her residence, and delivered unharmed to the Pier 46 warehouse, where half the money will be waiting upon delivery. Upon acceptance, $225 000 shall be deposited in your account." Nightshade narrowed his eyes as a dark suspicion began to dawn on him. A simple kidnapping, for that much money, surely leant towards a double cross. He didn't have any qualms about kidnapping, only little practise. That didn't worry him, because he knew that it was nothing he couldn't handle. His fingers flew over the keyboard. "Accepted. Time-frame?" "Two days. Nine pm at the warehouse." Nightshade transmitted his deposit account number and shut down the computer. He looked at his watch, then at the candles burning low. Down the far end of the house, a single window was beginning lighten with the dawn of the new day. *** Kathryn Bridget Moynahan sighed as she sunk back into the overstuffed hotel chair in her apartment. The window was open wide, and the fan was blaring. Kathryn hated air conditioners, hated them with a passion. She looked out over the huge pile of scripts lying in front of her and sighed again. She could almost smell the chlorine from the pool four stories below her on the breeze. She sighed again and stood up. She wore nothing but her bikini top and a sarong, in full holiday mode. There was virtually no one in the hotel, except for several of the cast and crew staying there for the re-shoots to her new movie. She smiled to herself as the radio eased out "Nightmoves" by Bob Seger, one of her favourite bands despite the aged music. The breeze cooled the hot apartment slightly, reminding Kathryn of her resolve to do several laps before heading off to sleep. Her hair had grown long during the shoot, and she flicked it back over her shoulder, and looked to the mirror on the other side of the room. Despite the heat, she couldn't be bothered with tying it back. There was an instant's movement reflected in the mirror, and suddenly a sharp pain in her neck. Kathryn turned around, and her hand felt a cloth covered face, but her eyes had already gone dark. Nightshade brushed her long hair away from her face and frowned. The tall brunette had an achingly statuesque beauty, and he shook himself as he inhaled the apricot scent of her hair. The assassin looked around, and quickly turned off the lamp in the corner, plunging the room into darkness. *** Nightshade quickly and efficiently drove through the streets. The words nondescript were apposite for all aspects of the car, from the average looking paintwork with a few scratches to the two or three dents in the bodywork, more scrapes than actual damage. Nothing more than another car out late in the night. He heard the soft hiss of silk and leather, and handed a bottle of water over the back seat. There was a pause of about a second, before the young woman grabbed it and drank. "I apologize for the taste. It's actually a Brazillian root, and leaves a terrible aftertaste. It goes away after a few minutes, Miss Moynahan." "Who are you? Where are we?" Her voice sounded slurred, even to her own ears, and Kathryn shook her head and cleared her throat, but the grogginess continued. "My name isn't really that important, but you can call me Shade, if you want. As for where we are, we are on the way to see the man who hired me." "You're a kidnapper?" Nightshade chuckled as he heard the whisper of her sarong on the back seat, then the tiniest click, as Kathryn tried the door handles. "No, actually my profession tends to leave me without much direct contact with my targets. A Mr. Farrier wishes to make your acquaintance, and has paid me quite a substantial fee to facilitate it." The back of the car was silent, and Nightshade's eyes lifted to see Kathryn's dark eyes glazed in shock. "Danny...Jesus." Her face was a mask of sudden fear, and she locked eyes with Nightshade. "He'll kill me. You have to let me go." Nightshade frowned. "And yet I won't. I'm sorry, Kathryn, but it's not the sort of thing I normally do, expose myself to this degree. But Mr. Farrier is putting forth a great deal of money for your safe return." Nightshade turned off the main road and began to make his way down to the docks. A generic heavy nodded behind his ridiculous sun glasses as they pulled up at the gate. "Four minutes down, turn left into Cavern Hill Cresent. Another fifteen minutes, you should be at the warehouse." Nightshade nodded as the heavy grinned appreciatively at the frightened young woman in the back seat. They drove for a few moments, and then she slid forwards towards the bars her kidnapper had installed across the divide. "Bridget." "I'm sorry?" "You may as well call me Bridget. I haven't gone by the name of Kathryn in some time." Nightshade nodded wordlessly. "If you wish." She eyed him behind the bars as he concentrated on the road ahead. In the brightness of the high beams, the Cavern Hill Crescent sign was clear, and they turned off. "You some kind of Marvin, Shade?" A smile curled his face at her question. "I love that movie. And I like to think so. Just because you're a professional killer doesn't mean you have to be impolite. But I work alone, not part of a team of hired killers." Bridget nodded and sighed quietly. Shade's eyes flicked up into the rear mirror, and he frowned. "Forgive me for saying so, but you hardly seem the type to associate with Danny Farrier. He's bad news, always has been. You make those sort of mistakes often? She gazed at him archly. "You've never made a mistake with a girl?" Shade didn't answer for a moment. "As it happens, no." Bridget's glance spoke volumes. Shade hunched his shoulders against her unspoken disbelief. "I've never..." Her eyes went very wide as he blushed, and rolled his shoulders against the seat. He cleared his throat a number of times, and refused to meet her eyes. "You mean, you've never... not ever...?" "So you made a mistake. With Danny. What happened?" She stared at him for a moment longer, and then looked down at her hands, clasped in her lap. "I made a mistake. He was someone I thought I could get along with, and be with happily. I was wrong. By the time I figured that out, it was too late, and I was too scared to do anything." Shade snorted. "But you did do something. You got out." "Eventually. I knew I had to play a game with him, make him lose interest without getting too angry, so that he'd dump me." Shade snorted again. "Sounds complicated, but that kind of shit usually is, I've noticed. Sounds as though your little game worked, but now he knows you played him. He'll probably be mightily pissed at you. Or maybe he just really misses you." This time Bridget snorted in disbelief. "He's scum, not really someone capable of that at all, being human emotion and all. All he is is hate." They drove in silence for a moment. Shade stretched in the seat. "Probably. But you should try being a little more respectful, if you want to get out of this alive at any rate. He's still the one in control." There was a moment of silence from the back seat, and Bridget leant forwards. The apricot scent of her hair suddenly filled the car, and Shade swallowed the sudden lump in his throat. "Not yet he's not. You could just turn the car around and leave. At the moment, you're in control. You could do it." "And yet I won't." There was another long pause as Bridget gathered her thoughts. "You're not one of his usual meat heads like the idiot back there at the gate. You're not one of Danny's regular heavies, are you? So what, are you just some kind of kidnapper for hire?" Shade smiled to himself. "I think I'll take that as a compliment. No, I'm not one of his cronies. I'm an assassin mainly. I dabble now and again in burglary and theft, but the pay is much better if there's death involved." "So what am I, a payday to you? Is that what all this is about, money?" "No, it's about a lot of money. I thought we'd been over this." Bridget slumped back into the leather of the back seat as the lights of the warehouse appeared around a bend. They passed through another gate, and another leering meathead. As Shade relaxed more, Bridget noted his hand slipping back under his top, putting away a gun, she surmised. "So what are you to Danny?" Shade shrugged. "A means to an end, I suspect." "You do this often, then? Hire your skills out to the highest bidder?" Shade slowed the car and twisted to look in the back seat. Bridget's long hair framed her face in swirling curls, and for the first time in several years, he felt suddenly nervous. It showed in his eyes, and Bridget narrowed her own. The stone cold killer was obviously uncomfortable, but for what reason, she couldn't quite tell. "I already told you, I dabble now and then. I'm a far better killer than kidnapper. If I were you, I'd stop trying mind games to sucker me in and worry about Danny, because he's about ten minutes away." Bridget cocked her head to the side as she looked at him, watched him turn back around stiffly to watch the road. "So you'd kill a woman, just like that? You know Danny will kill me. I won't go back to him, even if he wanted me to, it's not going to happen. But if you deliver me to him, then you might as well pour the concrete or pull the trigger yourself." Shade smiled a chilling smile. "You know, I never understood that little moral cliché. Taking a life isn't difficult. Dangerously easy, actually. Once you've killed a person, whether they're male or female doesn't really matter. Their organs are the same, the flesh is the same, the mind may be different, but it's still a carbon based life form of blood, muscles and flesh. It's only the mindset." Her look was incredulous, but Shade refused to look at her marvellous eyes. "So you're nothing but a cold calculating killer?" Shade shrugged again. "That in itself is something special. There aren't that many of us around, actually. I'm the only one in this country at the moment, so that's the only reason we ever met." Moynahan sighed. "That and the fact that Danny thinks we're destined for one another." "Yeah, that too." She smiled sadly and shook her head. "So you don't have any morals whatsoever? What about killing children, something like that? You still believe your morally incorruptible?" Her deep brown eyes stared at Shade accusingly, and he met her fury with calm defiance. "I've never killed a child personally, although children have died either directly or indirectly through my actions. I'm probably a sociopathic and amoral monster, but it's all I've ever been. But what about you? Two brothers, Andy and Sean, Father an administrator at the University of Massachusetts in Amherst." "First really noticed by most hormonally charged men in Coyote Ugly, and voted 86th sexiest woman of the world by the incredibly artistic, or more presumably autistic readers of Stuff Magazine. Sports background in childhood before blossoming into the incredible woman you've become to grace the covers of Glamour and Vogue." "Not bad for a now thirty five year old New Yorker screwing a skull thumping football player. Now you tell me, Bridget, could YOU be anything else than what you are?" Moynahan slammed her fist up against the twisted wire. "Yeah, well good to see you're on the ball there, sparky. Too bad you don't get to finish the story, because you're about to kill me. How can you be so fucking cool and calm? You don't have a heart, you're a fucking monster." Shade stayed stock still as she vented her rage through the wire. In truth, her statements hurt him more than he cared to admit. After a moment, she quieted. "I don't want to die." "At least you have something to live for. I can't ever go out and meet a girl. I'm a sociopath, and a cold hearted monster, just like you said. I don't have a sense of humour, and aside from passing skills as a cook, I don't have any real practical skills. This is all I've ever known, this life. Not something you want to share if you love someone." She stared at him again, and nursed her bruised knuckles. "You've never been in love, and you've never...well...never? Maybe that's the problem. You need to go out and find a girl, and find out there's something else out there aside from guns and death." Shade scoffed and shook his head, but didn't say anything. The apricot scent of her hair swum around him through the air, and he found himself inhaling her scent, leaning into it slightly. He swallowed the lump in his throat, and cleared his throat. "I don't do love. I'm not good with people." She smiled. "Yeah, nice try. That just means you don't like people, not whether you're actually good with them or not." Shade slide the bolt forwards on his two pistols, and slid them back under his belt. "Never said I did like people. It's a great help if you don't actually get along well with everyone. You might have to kill them one day. If I'd known you before today..." His sentence drifted off, and he closed his mouth with a snap and ground his teeth together. Bridet hugged herself against the growing cold around the car, and Shade's eyes locked with hers in the rear vision mirror. "Besides, look what love's gotten you into with Danny." She scoffed. "That wasn't love. That was lust, and sex. Surely you can at least understand that." Shade's fist clenched on the steering wheel as the closed around the corner, and another three heavies waved at them. "I can understand it. I just haven't experienced it." Bridget shook her head sadly. "My last moments on earth and I'm treated to words of wisdom about love by a virgin." Shade stepped out of the car and opened the door, grabbing hold of her elbow roughly and pulling her from the car. "What I am is a killer, pure and simple. And we're here." Once inside, he thrust Bridget's staggering form at the eight men standing threateningly around a small chair. The tall brunette fell to the floor, and her sarong slipped. There were several leering grins as the thugs eyed her off, until the older one glared at them. "Ah, you must be the notorious Nightshade. Welcome, and greetings. I am Danny Farrier." Shade's stance was loose and ready, and his entire being was predatory. The eight thugs looked at one another warily, and silently wondered at the threat the boss was provoking. "Where's the money?" Farrier smiled charmingly. "Of course, of course, the direct approach. It is of course next door, in the warehouse office, right there. You may have it in a moment." Shade tilted his head to the side incredulous, and his silenced pistols appeared in his hands as if by magic. "Now, Mr. Farrier, or we don't forget this ever happened, and Miss Moynahan suddenly develops an air head personality." The warehouse filled with the sounds of triggers and bolts being slid into position. Farrier spat on the ground with a pained expression. "Forgive my insolence, Mr. Nightshade, but you had best put the guns away, and stop pointing them at Bridget's head, or I'll ice pick your forehead and skull-fuck the brain hole. Open casket alright, is it?" Shade smiled coldly, his eyes suddenly frosty. "I don't think so, boy. You should have brought more than eight if you planned to play hardball." There was another instant's silence, and then Farrier's laughter echoed through the empty warehouse. "Ha ha, indeed. I like you, killer. Michel here will show you where the rest of your money is, whilst I discuss several things with Miss Moynahan." Shade nodded and slipped his guns away. "Lead the way, Mike. Goodbye, Bridget." The actresses eyes were downcast, resolved to die, and she didn't answer. Shade sighed once, and his entire being tensed as the gentle scent of her apricot hair filled his senses. He started forwards after the heavy, but glanced back at Bridget. They locked eyes for a moment, and the hardened killer felt his face colour with shame. As he opened the door, Michel flicked on the light. Shade's hand crept down to the waistband of his jeans, where his guns were re-holstered. On the desk beside a computer keyboard lay a thick silver briefcase, open and filled with money, easily the 225 K that Farrier had promised him. "It's all here, we're done." Michel shook his head, and jerked his chin towards the poor light of the warehouse, where the other seven heavies were gathering around Bridget's terrified form. "Mr. Farrier wishes to speak to you about a further fee for the disposal of Miss Moynahan's remains should she decide to be...impetuously impulsive." Shade's hand tightened around the handle of his gun. "So either he'll have her, or no one will?" The guard rubbed his hand over his crotch, his lips curling into a hungry leer. "Something like that." Through the open door, Farrier's voice carried his soothing voice, his tones oily and dripping with false sincerity. The memory of the apricot scent filtered through Shade's mind, and he eased the hammer back on his gun as he sighed. Out in the warehouse, Bridget was staring at the assassin's ashen face, and realized that the man was about to do something rash, which seemed totally out of character for what she'd seen. Farrier's face slid into her field of vision. "You see now how I can take your world and turn you into nothing, Bridget. You've been controlled, and in a moment, you'll be repeatedly raped. But you can stop all of it with a single sentence. You'll be mine again, pampered and protected. And none of this will even be remembered. Or, you can..." She heaved forwards, putting all her vehemence into a single scorching slap of her hand, her nails slicing deeply into the man's cheek. She spat in defiance, and leant back, watching the war take place on Shade's features as his inner turmoil began to calm. Farrier slowly wiped the spit off of his face with a silk handkerchief and turned to Michel, who nodded and reached into his pocket, pulling out a syringe. "Well, I'm sorry you feel that way. Unfortunately, you've dealt with some highly unsavoury people, and as such have developed a hitherto unseen addiction. You'll be found in some alleyway, discarded like a used condom, laying on the ground with a needle in your arm like some common guttersnipe. Kill her, Nightshade." Shade slowly bent down, his eyes on Bridget's unshed tears shining in her glorious eyes, and he smiled at her slightly. His other hand stayed at his belt, on the handle of his gun. "It's amazing, paying me this much for a simple snatch and grab. One would almost suspect you of having ulterior motives. Like setting me up for a heroin smuggling sting, after soaking your ex in the shit. Am I far off the mark?" The Shade of Night Farrier was staring at Bridget in anticipation, and blinked, then turned back to his hired assassin. "What?" Shade shrugged, and Bridget felt adrenaline begin to pump through her veins as Shade's icy gaze settled on her. "I think the reason you were willing to pay me so much is because you think I'll never get out of here alive. So I'm forced to re-negotiate." The gangster looked down at Bridget, then up at Michel, standing next to her. His lips twisted into a snarl. "Kill them both!" Shade spun on his heel, kicking the throat out of the first guard near him, and quickly putting two slugs through Michel's head and throat. His other hand snaked around and grabbed his other pistol, and the warehouse suddenly filled with the sound of gunfire. Shade tackled the screaming Bridget while squeezing off a few shots in Farrier's general direction. Another thug slammed into him, burying a knife hilt deep into the assassin's ribs, but the man hardly paused, swinging around and firing point blank through the thug's eye. More gunshots followed the first, and the corpse on top of them shuddered as it shielded them from the bullets. Shade took a deep breath and held it, then kicked the dead weight off of his chest, and cried out as the blade snagged on the man's shirt. Shade drew it out quickly and threw it, the blade twisting through the air to land solidly on the last standing thug's tie, pinning both it and the thug to the pillar behind him. Shade swung his arm around and slid a fresh clip into the chamber as Farrier stepped up, holding his pistol to Bridget's head. "Kill me, and she dies first!" The assassin chuckled, and pressed a hand to his side, trying to stem the flow of blood. "Silly little gangster. You're too close. Bridget could kill you from here. We're three feet from each other. By the time you raise your gun to hit me, you're dead. And you're well within range for the vermillion line to be effective." Confusion bent Danny Farrier's features for a split second, more than enough time for Nightshade to fire. Bridget screamed as the gun went off, and then whimpered as her former lover slumped to the ground, his finger still poised above the trigger. Shade leant forwards and spat on him, then took another deep breath and leant down to help Bridget up. She looked at his pale features and ducked under his other arm, trying to support some of his weight. "I thought the Helsinki thing meant I was supposed to act weird for YOUR affections." Shade laughed then, and winced, holding his side. "I told you I don't do well with people." Bridget looked around them, and they began to make their way to the door. "Oh, you're a regular charmer, that's for sure. I guess I should say thank you. Would you settle for what the fuck what that about?" Her hair fell from the nape of her neck to cross his face, and the smell of apricots enshrouded his face. "Apricots. You need to change your shampoo. Apparently stone fruit does strange things to a man." Bridget scoffed as she opened the back door to the car again, and gently laid him down onto the smooth leather. "I've gotta get you outta here." Shade laughed weakly. "Now this is a total turn around, huh? Things have gone from bone to fuck to worse in the last fifteen minutes. Where we going?" Bridget smoothed the dark hair back off his sweat-covered forehead, and smiled. "Definitely not to the hospital, right?" Shade reached up and snagged her hand in a lightening fast move. "Apricots, a smile like that...I'm already dead, aren't I?" Bridget smiled again, and Shade laid his head back onto the leather weakly. "When I see you smile..." His voice faded as the darkness closed in. *** There was a voice through the foggy haze, and Shade struggled though it. He could hear an angelic voice, soft, sweet. The scent of apricots enfolded him, and he sighed. He heard the voice, questioning, and strained to hear it. "What's your name?" Shade leant back. His name. He'd been Nightshade, a cold and calculating killer for his entire adult life. What was his real name? Like the thought of a ghost, a name flitted just beyond his reach for a long moment. "Culann. My name is Culann." He felt strangely satisfied with that, and looked about him for the approval of whoever had spoken, but there was nothing but the fog. There was something throbbing just above him, and slowly Shade came to realize it was a headache. His breathing was slow, and steady, and felt tight around his ribs. After a moment, the soft light of candles came to him, and he relaxed, thinking he was home. He felt a hand slide soothingly up his jaw line to cup his mouth, holding it open as someone poured cool water down his throat. He drank thirstily. "It's not a Brazillian root, but it helps with cramps." Shade's eyes shot open, and the whole evening came rushing back to him; kidnapping Bridget Moynahan, driving her to see her ex boyfriend, the shootout, the knife... He looked down at his waist, but it was covered by a blanket. Near panic, he threw the blanket off, and stared at the blood soaked patch over his right ribs. He studied the bandage for a moment before realizing he was also without any other clothing whatsoever, and darkened in embarrassment. Bridget handed him the blanket back wordlessly, and he covered himself again. It took a long moment before he looked at her. "This must be a hoot for you. Cold blooded assassin comes to kidnap you, and then gets into a gunfight over apricots and gets knifed, then winds up on your couch. That's about a zillion dollars on Oprah, that one." He tried a smile, and found he liked it. Bridget frowned. "Despite the birth of your sense of humour, it's hardly the time for that. You need a doctor. You were raving, Culann." The assassin stared at her for a long moment, then sank back into the pillows. "I thought I was dreaming. And I guess I owe you my life." The tall actress smiled slightly and dabbed at his forehead. "One, you're more than welcome, in fact, I think we're even. Despite the fact that you brought me there, you fought our way out, too. It's been all over the news. The cops think it was a rival gang, not a single man. Two, I don't think I'm going to be telling anyone about this. It's not exactly public relations smart to advertise the fact that you used to be a gangster's concubine." Shade laughed again and felt the wound tug, but hold. He was feeling stronger already. "And three?" Bridget gestured around them. "Three is, I refuse to call you Shade when you have a real name, and you're not on my couch." He was lying in her hotel bed. Shade's head slumped down into the cushions. "Great. Some bad ass killer I turned out to be." Bridget shook her head. "Nightshade, Shade, Culann, whatever your name is. You saved my life. You're more a life saver than taker." She leant in quickly and kissed him. It was only quick, and innocent, but Shade snagged her hand. They stared at each other for another moment, then Bridget leant down and kissed him again. This time, the kiss was anything but innocent. It felt like a lingering caress, and both of them felt the kiss deepen into something more. Shade leant back, but kept her hand in his. He cleared his throat, and found to his annoyance that he stuttered from nervousness. "I'm...uh...not good with people." Bridget smiled gently. "I'm not people. I'm me." Shade blinked, and looked uncertain. "I've never done this before." His voice was almost silent, and Bridget finished his thought with another lingering kiss as she slowly peeled off her bra, and snaked her arms around his neck. "Shh, it's okay, Shade. It's okay." The assassin smiled slowly. "Culann. My name's Culann Jacobs." Bridget smiled as she slid between the sheets on the bed, her hands resting gently on Culann's chest. They kissed again, their lips joining in a searingly passionate lock. Culann's hands began to roam over Bridget's body, caressing and touching, hardly believing what was happening. Bridget sighed as his lips trailed down her collarbone, leaving a wake of sensual fire. His tentative motions made the entire experience something different; there was a wonder, a kind of ethereal majesty to his nervousness. He truly felt and wanted to experience her totally, and Bridget felt a rush of power. Culann's hands softly cupped her chin as he kissed her again, tenderly and fully. He was savouring her in her entirety, and Bridget found that she was consumed with the aching pleasure of his worship. He tasted her, and she intoxicated him. Bridget began to push herself against Culann's chest more urgently. With a sudden wicked grin, she pushed her hands down between them, and grasped his swelling length. Culann gave a lurch in shock, and Bridget laughed softly. He answered her mirth with a small smile of his own, and bent back down to suckle at her neck and shoulder. Bridget's fingers began to massage Culann gently, bringing him fully erect in a matter of moments. All the while he continued his kisses and nibbles along her shoulders and collarbone, driving her insane. There was a fire in her eyes as she kissed him once more, the passion threatening to consume her. The pulses of his thick cock became more inconsistent, as the feelings she was evoking in him began to rule him, too. Culann pressed Bridget into his chest, needing her closer. She lifted one hand to wrap around his neck as he sat up, and pushed him down towards her centre with the other. She spread herself for him, and nestled herself against the scalding hot head of his cock. They locked eyes as she slowly pushed herself onto him, and Bridget felt again that rush of power as she saw the fires of sensation racing through Culann's eyes. Culann's lips parted as his breath suddenly rasped in his throat. His teeth clenched as he felt enfolded in her warmth. Her entrancing eyes watched him as he tried to control the roaring sensations raging through him. He swallowed hard, and leant forwards to catch one of her nipples in his mouth, but Bridget twisted and gripped him as he pulsed inside of her with each beat of his heart. Culann blew out an explosive breath at her grip, then hugged her to his body as his hips drove upwards. Bridget's eyes were right in front of him, watching him and swallowing him more surely than her centre was. She nestled her cheek to his, and whispered in his ear. "You have no idea how good this feels..." He gasped as she twisted atop him again, and suddenly he felt a massive surge as his cock vented itself deep within her. Bridget gasped in turn, and one of her silken legs moved over his thigh to slide around his back. She paused for a moment, catching her breath. Culann felt his whole body hyper-sensitized, and thrust tentatively into her warmth again. Bridget gave a low moan at the sudden pressure, and fell back onto the bed, pulling him with her. His cock slipped out of her, and Culann looked down at it's glistening length. He was still very hard, and pushed against Bridget's centre again. She spread her legs wide, welcoming him to her embrace as he slowly slid his cock inside her. Her long legs whipped around and locked behind him. "Now, faster, and harder..." He nodded wordlessly and began to drive himself deeper and deeper into her. Bridget moaned and held him tighter, her mouth open. As his rhythm sped up, her moans turned to cries, and she began to writhe beneath him. Culann again tasted her kiss, his pistoning hips slowing as they shared one another's tastes. Culann nestled his face in the dark auburn of her long hair, and breathed in her scent. His hips lurched forwards again, and he began to drive himself further and harder inside her. He could feel the fire of her nails as she began to scratch at his back, but Culann continued his frantic pace. Bridget screamed in pleasure as her climax thundered through her, and clamped down onto the thrusting length inside her. Culann gasped as the intensity of the sensations blossomed, and he too climaxed. He fell forwards as he gushed inside her, and Bridget smiled, her eyes closed. They lay like that for some time, until Culann raised his head. He locked eyes with Bridget, and felt himself slowly softening in her heat. She slowly opened her eyes and they shone as surely as her smile. Culann found himself grinning idiotically. "Sorry. Did I do something wrong?" Her eyes widened, and she smiled. "No. The only thing you'll do wrong is leave. So don't." Culann nodded, and moved off of her, but Bridget rolled onto her side, and snuggled into his broad chest. "I told you not to go. That would kind of ruin in." Culann hesitantly draped his arms across her sculpted shoulders, and found he liked the feel of her warm skin. "I feel tired." Bridget laughed. "That happens. Sleep. I'll still be here in the morning." Culann nodded, his eyes closing. He felt her hands running over him slowly, stroking his ribs, just above the patch. A small smile came to his face. Bridget looked up. "What?" "I don't think the doctor would have recommended that." Bridget snuggled back into this embrace. "So what will you do now?" Culann opened his eyes again, and stared at the ceiling. His arms tightened around her shoulders. "Take you back home, I guess. How would you like a full time body guard?" Bridget smiled, and pressed herself against him, feeling his cock begin to harden again. "As long as you guard ALL my body..." The Shadow Amy stood in the kitchen with only her husbands, shirt on. After last night, how could she even think of dressing in anything else? Shawn, her husband, hadn't touched her like that in years. Someone walked up behind her while doing the dishes and said, "Baby, I love you more today than I did when we married". Amy turned around to see Shawn had a tear in his eye. "Aww, baby, no crying. C'mon you have to go to work now. Go and I promise I'll be back tonight when you get back." Shawn left and Amy finished the dishes. She was tired, getting no sleep the night before. She lay down in their bedroom and thought back to the past few months. Amy thought she had been in a rut. She felt unattractive and even began hating herself. She hated her job so she quit. She was looking through the newspaper about three weeks later and found an add for exotic dancers. They were wanted to work the night shifts only on the weekends. Amy had no other commitments and had no children. Her husband usually went out on the weekends, so she took the job. Within a week she felt completely different about herself. She held her head high and knew that her dance was seductive because of all the tips she got. Just last night, she saw a familiar shadow enter the bar. She was waitressing at this point and couldn't move to see who it was. The figure sat in a shadowy back corner. Amy felt the stranger watching her. Another dancer told her that she was about to go on so she put down her tray and moved to backstage, watching the shadow out of the corner of her eye the entire time. She moved to the stage with two poles, dressed in a schoolgirl uniform. The song 'Cherry Pie' came on over the speakers and she started her dance. Her hips swayed softly back and forth against the pole. She leaned her head back and looked at the audience, particularly the figure. As she danced on the pole and even hung herself upside down by her legs, her eyes never moved from this figure. She took off the white shirt and her 36D tits were free. She then kneeled in front of a man apparently dragged there by his friends for a bachelor party. She took his hands and let him unbuckle the skirt till it fell around her knees. She stood up and with her pussy almost in his face, put a foot on the back of his chair and moved her hips in sync with the music. She played with her nipples and even bent down in front of him to pick up her skirt and shirt. When the song ended she moved off stage and came out several minutes later in a very short black skirt and a red see through top with a black bra on. She looked at where the figure had been and he had left. She was mildly disappointed. She couldn't stop thinking about him even when going to her car after the bar had closed. She put her key in the hole to open her door but a body pushed her against the car, using his weight to keep her there. 'Don't move', the voice hissed at her. Amy was scared, petrified. She thought about escape routes but it was useless. The man was at least a foot taller than her and definitely more than twice her weight. Before she realized what was happening he slipped a blindfold over her eyes, tied her hands with a rope behind her back and put her in the back passenger seat. He child-locked the door and buckled her in. 'Don't do anything stupid. It will only kill me and you. If you want to live through this you will keep your fucking mouth shut and your hands to yourself.' Amy felt the car move left then right but lost track of where they were heading. She was scared for her life at this point and thought of ways to get out of the situation. She was jolted forward at a quick stop in front of the place where they had been going apparently. She was moved inside and onto a bed with what felt like silk sheets. 'I've been waiting for you. I've watched you many times and always seem to get rock hard every time you dance. Here feel.' With that he grabbed her by the back of the head, holding her hair, and pushed her lips towards his throbbing cock which was now released from the confines of this mans pants. From what Amy could tell, he had girth, the length was questionable. 'Open your mouth, you slut. I've seen you watch me and I know that you want to suck me off.' Amy, being her sarcastic usual self, commented back with 'Yeah, right. A baby dick really turns me on. I wouldn't suck your cock if it were dipped in chocolate.' Amy felt the sharpest pain she had ever felt across her face. She lay on her side with her jaw aching – he had fucking smacked her! 'Don't ever mouth off to me again. I have your life in my hands and if you're lucky I'll let you live, although, it's not looking too good right now, bitch.' She felt herself being lifted back up to her original position. 'Now open your fucking mouth and suck my cock.' Amy did as she was told. Her mouth was invaded by quite a large member as she began to suck on it, gently at first then harder and harder. The hand on the back of her head loosened and began moving her head with his thrusts. He let out a large moan and with that pulled it out of her mouth. He pushed her on her back with her hands underneath her. He pushed her legs open and yanked at her thong. Her body jerked as the thong traced along her clit. She let out a sigh. 'I knew you were a fucking slut. Look at how wet you are already and I haven't even touched you.' She hated him for it but she was right. This had always been one of her fantasies. Now that it was happening, she wasn't about to let it go to waste. He pushed his tongue deep inside of her soaked cave and moved it up and down, back and forth licking up every last drop of her juices. As he licked her insides, he moved his thumb to her clit. He put just a little pressure on it and moved it with his tongue. 'Oh fuck!' Amy let out a cry as she felt herself about to climax. Her body betrayed her and let out the biggest release of fluids she had ever had at one time. The man chuckled and said, 'Now you're fucking ready'. Without a second thought he plunged his thick cock into her wet pussy. It slipped in with ease and he wasted no time fucking her. He pounded her pussy as hard as he possibly could. With her eyes still covered and her hands still bound behind her, her body moved up and down with every movement. She let out a loud scream from the pain but started to call out to him, 'Oh fuck me, please fuck me, don't stop, oh Christ!' She felt him tear open the tiny shirt that she had on and start to pinch and bite her nipples. The roughness with her tits felt so good that her body let out another release but had no time to enjoy it as the man fucking her let out a huge 'Oh fuck! Oh my god!' and fell on top of her. He lay there for about three minutes and finally got up. ' I knew that you would love that, baby.' Amy rolled on her side and reveled in the pain left on her lower half. She felt her hands being untied and the blindfold taken off. She looked up at the man that had left her in so much pain and pulled him down for a kiss. 'Thank you, baby. That was wonderful.' Shawn then laid beside her, turned out the light and they went to sleep. The Shadow My heart races as the twilight turns to night. Oh the sweet darkness could never come too soon for me. See when the dark came, my game would begin! As the sun drops over the horizon painting the sky in golden reds, I begin to get ready. "Music...I need music!" I say to myself, and then turn on those sexy sounds. I loved to listen to this song. I thought it spoke of me. Come to My Window the music tells me. Oh dear lady, I will, I will! I put on my silky dark pants, dark as night and so soft to the touch. They were so tight it was as if they were painted on. They put my already hardening cock right out there on display. A dark sweater and hat to complete the ensemble, then I was ready! I admire myself in the mirror and think how much I look like a shadow. A shadow was just what I wanted to be. I had started this game many years earlier and although there have been close calls the game has continued. After checking myself out I start to wonder who my next victim could be. More than likely I would scoot across the street, into the bushes to watch my neighbor Ms Johnson. Oh ya, Ms Cindy Johnson, the divorcee who still held a magnificent body even though she was soon reaching fifty years of age. I still find it hard to believe she popped four kids out of that sweet shaven snatch! You wonder how I know of her sweet mound. Well let me tell you about the first encounter I had watching Ms Johnson. The first time my game really was on! Slowly I crept to the cedar bushes just outside your bedroom window. I couldn't believe I was actually going to go through with the game. But I just couldn't stop the craving anymore, I had to play! I see you as you come into your room; I gaze with wide eyes at the state of your undress. I feel my heart pounding in my chest, sending blood rapidly through my body to its final destination. A tingling is now present as my nuts and shaft start to swell with excitement. "My God," I whisper to myself as you slowly turn around and show me all of your naked glory. God I was so hard! Your perky brown nipples pointing right at me, I could hear them saying, take me in your mouth please! Your hefty bosom, kept well with age, heaving up and down with each breath you take. Yes they show a little bit of sag, but with their sag came a character. Your slim waist and slight belly, so soft, so perfect. I am rubbing myself now, through my pants. I feel copious amounts of precum. I was leaking like a faucet from just your display! I drop my pants and grip my shaft, hands cool from the brisk night air. The contrast is so spectacular between cold fingers and my hot cock. Slowly I stroke as my eyes drink in your beauty. I slide my hand over my tip and gather more lubrication. My hand travels smoother now all the time watching you. And you sit there so willing. I could never have thought a successful lawyer, who looked like a plain Jane while at work, could be this hot. The evil doers you protected would drool all over themselves if they could see their council now. Maybe someday, if I am not careful with my game, I might need your retainer. Slowly I jerk my pole, wanting this moment to last an eternity. I see you move and my heart soon finds my throat as you start walking over to me. "Did she see me? Oh man, am I busted?" My mind screams, but all for not. You Ms Cindy Johnson, my kind neighbor, just open you window more wide. "Oh bless you goddess", I think to myself. You end your drying and start combing your golden locks. Most women would have clothed themselves by now. But you, unafraid of the evils that lurk in the night, calmly pull the comb through your hair wearing the same outfit you were born in. Maybe, just maybe, you should fear a little more. You are now opening your dresser drawer to put away the comb and I notice you pause. Like a thought is crossing your mind. I believe myself to be a great thinker, and it is true what they say, great minds think alike. I had one wish tonight and somehow you hear my wish, sense my thought. Maybe you know I am there and want to put on a show. Maybe you do this every night, a common event like the shower you took or the brushing of your hair. What ever it is I have no care because I was becoming beyond excited. After putting the comb away and the sudden pause I stare as you pull out of the same dresser a nice sized dildo! Seeing the toy I gasp, making an almost audible sound. I stop my noise and watch you lay on your bed and start your magical show. You take your fingers, sliding them between your crimson lips. From the light of the candles I can see the glistening strands of spit cling between your hungry mouth and your dainty hands. Your hand now travels lower to those hardened nipples; you tweak each one with precision. I watch as your mouth opens and a moan escapes your lips. After teasing your splendid tits your hand travels further down. You now rub your other lips, the ones that part to show all their glorious stickiness. You rub your swollen lips, oh so tenderly, coating your shaven pussy with your juices. Your lips are swollen, but not as swollen as my shaft. Watching this show has caused me to spit my seed all over your outside wall. No worries though my sweet Cindy. I will have many more for you in the future. God I wished my mouth and fingers could join yours on their journey. My heart beats fast as you peel back your folds, opening your cunt, for your fingers to enter. I hear a cry from you as you dig into yourself. Your sultry moans act as an electric bolt for my yearning rod. A game yet to play! You reach over and grab the toy. I want to climb through your window so much it hurts my brain, as it reasons for me to stop the already unreasonable. I am watching as you put the tip of the dildo inside your hot box. My cock feeling just what the toy felt that very moment. I am so caught up in your act I don't even feel as if I am watching anymore. Me The Shadow, feeling as close to you as I can. The dildo is my cock! Your fingers are my fingers, working hastily over your clit! You slam the dildo deep into your pussy. At the same time I hear you scream to your higher power. You quicken your rhythm as I follow with my strokes. Faster and faster you drive the toy into your beautiful mound. Faster and faster I fist my rock hard wand. You are panting now, "OH GOD....OH GOD YESSSS....THERE IT IS.....YESSS!!!! OHHHH GODDD III'MMM CUMMING SOOO HARD!!!" SPLASH....Another rope of my own juice sprays against your wall. To be continued...