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Jack & Selina

By: Millsy



Internet cafes are a dying phenomenon. When the internet was new and connections were expensive they flourished, but once prices of connections and the equipment fell into the range where they were cheaper than television sets it wasn't long before just about every home had one and the only people that needed internet cafes were visitors from overseas with a desperate need to check their emails. Now even they had Blackberrys and laptops with mobile or wireless broadband for that with hotels providing web services as part of the room deals.

As such the internet cafes that sprang up in the latter part of the last century were closing down faster than the record stores that you could have found on every high street in the nineties, but nowhere in the noughties. MP3 had killed record stores that had been trading profitably for decades, and cheap internet access was killing off the last of the web cafes. But they were not all gone yet. Gotham City, being a major metropolitan hub, still had a few and I had pinpointed several in the Gotham Gazette that I had read earlier in the day. These days they had private booths that perverts used to browse child pornography without having to worry about IP addresses being traced back to them. Cybercriminals also used them extensively rather than risking backtraces that would see law enforcement agents who were becoming more adept at internet crimebusting running up against dead ends.

The trouble was that I couldn't exactly wander into a brightly lit shop dressed as I was - still in Arkham grey pyjamas hidden under bloodstained black combat gear. Sure it wasn't the maximum security red overalls usually associated with Arkham escapees, but it wasn't exactly inconspicuous attire. If I walked into a cafe looking like this the proprietor wouldn't think twice about picking up the phone and dialling 911. After a dry day like today, though, it didn't take long to find a washing line with jeans and sweaters that hadn't been gathered in before nightfall - just a quick walk around the back gardens of a quiet suburb - and I was fortunate enough to find a black hooded sweater that was large enough on my frame that when I put the hood up my face was pretty much in shadow.

It wasn't exactly dry, but it was close enough and I put the stolen sweater and jeans on over my pyjamas anyway so that the damp didn't abrade my skin. With the stolen eighty bucks and packing a loaded revolver I stood outside the PCafe Internet Cafe studying the tariff taped to the window as the skies opened up above me and sent the rain pouring down. Ten dollars an hour, or twenty-five bucks for a private booth, plus reasonable prices on coffee and snacks. My stomach purred in anticipation.

I pushed open the door and laid a twenty down on the counter for an hour of surf time, a black coffee, a ham sandwich and some chocolate cake, trying not to look at the smiling assistant, a skinny woman in her late twenties with long black hair. She peered at me suspiciously as I made my order and I glanced about the room as I spoke in an attempt to keep my features hidden from sight, then she gave me a token to put into a box alongside each computer that activated a timer that in turn switched on the monitor - a crude but effective technical solution. It looked like I had the place to myself. I was refamiliarising myself with surfing the internet when the coffee and food arrived. I didn't look up to thank the woman, just kept focused on the screen with the hood of my sweater still up, keeping my face mostly hidden from view. When she had gone back to the front desk I tore open all three sachets of sugar that she had left and poured them into the coffee before sipping at the scalding liquid carefully. The sandwich lived for a grand total of eight seconds while the mouthwatering aroma of the chocolate cake filled my nostrils. Later, I promised myself, setting aside the cake as a productivity reward. Now it was time to get down to work.

Basic Google searches pulled up the news services, and I read about my escape from Arkham on a couple of sites. Eleven killings they credited me with, I noted - nine guards and the two crew of a helicopter that had apparently been collecting an injured inmate for medevac to an emergency room at a more conventional hospital. That was bullshit. The cover-up had already begun, it seemed. There was no mention of guard towers being chewed up by machine gun fire from the gunship that had picked me up thinking that I was the escaping assassin. They gave no name, had released no photographs of me, just stated that an armed and dangerous inmate had managed to escape and that the public should remain vigilant and report anything out of the ordinary to the police. There was no mention of the van driver, but I was fairly certain that the pilot had been alive when I had left him slumped over his stick. Perhaps whoever had orchestrated my assassination attempt had subsequently assured his silence with a knife across the pilot's throat but I set that aside for the moment. The important part was that there were no images of me linked to the news reports of the escape, probably because the last thing they wanted was for the Russians to find out that I had broken free.

Somewhere on the internet was a zip file containing my entire toolcase of hacking utilities, but for the life of me I could not remember where I had left it. It was quite possibly lost forever and I would have to start again from scratch with basic hacking scripts that could be download from numerous hacker forums on the internet, but I couldn't do that here without administrator rights to the operating system that they would not allow me, and most servers that I intended to target had adequate defences against those anyway. Those scripts were for kiddy hackers and learners and of limited usefulness against secure servers. This was not yet a hacking or remote database intrusion task, however. Tonight was just a low level information gathering exercise. The skills that I needed to learn quickly could be picked up over the internet relatively easily - skills like breaking and entering, disabling or bypassing burglar alarms, picking locks, stealing cars and motorbikes, Vulcan death grips and all the other stuff that a fugitive on the run needs to know in order to survive from day to day.

Obtaining a laptop and sorting myself out a web connection could be done easily when I had the money, but without being able to search for a legitimate job the only way I could get that money and get on with my life was by illegal means. Carjacking and mugging was straightforward but yielded low rewards that made those crimes unfeasible. I needed to move into something bigger and more lucrative, which obviously meant exposing myself to a greater risk of discovery and capture, but what choice did I have? I had a mission to complete and sitting on my ass on a pile of newspapers watching kids do half-assed stunts on their BMX bikes through peepholes in whitewashed windows was no way to accomplish that. Obviously there was no way I was going to be able to steal an Ohio class SSBN out of Pearl Harbour and launch armageddon against the Russians and Chinese, but there were other ways of winning the end-game that while not quite as efficient and in your face as global thermonuclear war could be equally cataclysmic. 

Merely orchestrating a total breakdown of social and economic order in the United States would have global knock on effects that might end up serving me adequately, I figured. That was a long and winding road rather than the arrow straight to the heart that a nuclear attack constituted, but ultimately they both ended up at the same destination. Averting tipping point was all that mattered.

I wondered how long the scientists reckoned I had before it was too late and asked Jeeves. The answer came back as seven years - 2016 was the earliest accepted prediction. Cool. I returned to the more immediate issues and devoured the chocolate cake in no more than seven seconds.

There was nothing on the internet about my primary target other than a facebook page that I was unable to browse even after setting myself up an account under a made up name. I put in a request that she add me as a friend, but after my hour had expired nothing came back. Either I was being ignored or she wasn't online. Probably the latter. She'd get a blast out of the name I'd chosen and if she had any sense would have added me straight away if for no other reason than to be able to track me down online by setting GCPD's cyber-squad on my ass. I got back down to researching my tasks, taking mental notes from websites as disparate as 'how-it-works' and 'rotteneggs' as I learned how to do basic illegal acts with maximum effect for minimum risk. Tricks of the trade, techniques and methods, even advice on selecting low risk targets. It was all there on the internet. They say that the best place to learn how to be a criminal is in prison, but that only held true before the internet took hold. In prison you only learned from people that had been dumb enough to get caught, but on free to access websites were the lessons learned from those that had successfully evaded conviction their entire lives, and you didn't have to bend over and take it up the ass to pick up those hints and tips, either, and that's always a bonus.

I watched the assistant amble over in my direction and seeing as I was the only one in the place I braced myself for a confrontation. I glanced at the meter on the desktop, noting that I had just five minutes left before it timed out and the screen died. "Closing in thirty minutes." She called over the partition, looking directly into my face as I acknowledged her with a nod. Well, if there were no pictures of me and no descriptions mentioning my scarring on the newscasts I figured I could take a chance and relax a little. I pulled another twenty out of a pocket and asked her for some more coffee, a cheese sandwich, another slice of that scrumptious chocolate cake and one more hour of web time. She wavered as I flipped back my hood and put on my puppy dog eyes, that wounded, pleading look that worked so well on Harleen. Her eyes went wide as I revealed my permanently smiling visage to her and the imploring look was thus ignored.

"Spot of bother with some drug dealers." I shrugged. She reached across and tried to take the twenty off me, but I pulled my hand away leaving her stretched and off balance. I pulled another ten from my pocket and added it to the other two. "About that extra hour?"

She took the thirty dollars and winked at me. "No problem honey, but I get the full lowdown on that scar of yours, deal?"

"Well...." I began, somewhat taken aback, then thought better of it. "Sure, if you give me unrestricted access to the OS." I ventured. She walked around the partition and leaned over me and I could feel her small breasts pressing against my shoulder as she commandeered the mouse and tapped the admin password into the logon screen. She smelled faintly of apples, as if her morning shower gel and shampoo had worn off throughout the day leaving just the barest residual trace behind.

"Don't screw my computer up, ok?" She warned me as she turned her back on me and went off to make my coffee and stuff. I missed her already, the warmth of her body against the back of my neck and her mint augmented breath wafting past my nostrils, overpowering the apple scent, and the gentle movement of her breast against my shoulder as she breathed. She was quite attractive in an unconventional way, probably would be classified these days as a cross between a young MILF and a grown up goth, but after a year of celibacy it didn't take much to get my juices flowing. Another month or so at Arkham and I'd have been sorely tempted to go for one of the overweight, flabby breasted dragons that conducted the physiotherapy sessions, such were my levels of pent up sexual frustration after nearly a month of provocative fencing with miss Quinzel.

Now I got to work properly. I hit the state DMV's central server, once I'd downloaded the necessary tools, customised a script and scrounged up the password off the internet - that alone had taken twenty minutes of searching. The DMV was the easy one, though. All the cops had access to it and some who put money before ethics tended to sell their monthly passwords on. From there one or two inevitably made it onto the internet. After trying two out of date passwords I managed to find one that gave me access and downloaded the details that I had come here in the hope of finding.

Turns out she was a bit of a bad girl. Three parking violations and a speeding ticket - all unpaid and outstanding - glowed in red when I called up her details. Seventy miles per hour in a fifty-five zone! I shook my head wryly as I clicked a tick in the PAID radio button and then did the same for the parking fines, too. I had all the information that I needed for now. I heard the shutters going down over the windows as I backtracked and deleted my footprints so that the payments would not be picked up as fraudulent having come from an unauthorised IP address. Finally I logged off the DMV network and uninstalled the hacking kit and deleted the scripts off the C drive. Next I set myself up a free account on Mediafire with an easy to remember name and uploaded the zip and rar files that I had downloaded just in case I needed them in the future - stuff like that always comes in handy, if only as a time saver. There were other organisations that I needed to infiltrate but they would have to wait as they were significantly harder nuts to crack and would take time that I didn't have. For tonight my time was up. 

The woman came back after locking the front door and dropping the shutters over that. "You'll have to leave the back way, sorry." She told me. "Anything else I can get for you?"

"No, all fine here. Nearly done." I answered without looking up.

"Whatever you installed, can you make sure it's gone?"

"Already done. It was just a bittorrent client, anyway." I lied. "Do I get five bucks change for only using the half hour?"

"Not a chance, buster." She grinned.

"It's Joe, by the way." I told her, offering a hand as I stood. She took it and I held her a little longer than was appropriate for a social greeting, staring into her hazel eyes. She tried to hold my gaze but those eyes of hers kept flicking down to my jawline.

"Selina." She smiled as I released her fingers. The hand hovered there in mid air for a heartbeat, then she abruptly jerked it back and used it to sweep her long black hair back over her ears. "So, about that scar?" She pressed, her curiosity getting the better of her. Might even kill her one day, I mused as I suppressed a flicker of irritation over the attention my defects were getting.

"Over a drink?" I ventured, hoping to put her off. Surely a woman like this wouldn't want to be seen with me in public.

"Love to." She agreed.

"You know a good bar around here?"

"Nowhere thats quiet enough to talk." She laughed. "It's all student bars and night clubs around here. But I do know someplace we can go."

She led me out through a door labelled 'staff only' and paused at the alarm panel, punching in a four digit code that my mind recorded for future reference as the arming beeping began. She ushered me out through the steel back door and locked it behind her, which silenced the beeping, then she closed a heavy wrought iron gate over that door and secured it with a padlock the size of her fist. She slipped her hand through the hook of my elbow and nudged me toward an old, beaten up Volkswagen Rabbit parked under a light in the wide alley. I waited while she got in the car and leaned across to unlock the passenger door, then I slid inside as she removed the steering lock and threw it onto the back seat. The engine started after about ten seconds of cranking, spluttering into life with reluctance as she revved it harshly, blowing off the cobwebs of a long day's rest.

She pulled off jerkily. "Clutch is shit." She offered lamely. I bounced in the seat and reached back for the seatbelt as she remembered to turn the headlamps on moments before she steered the car into the stream of traffic speeding down main street. For a moment I wondered if the drive to our mystery destination would be fraught with more peril than my escape from Arkham, then my attention was drawn to a pair of police cars parked where I had left the van, blue lights scything through the night. Bugger, I swore inwardly. There goes the shotgun. I was down to six bullets and thirty bucks. Selina changed lanes without indicating or checking over her shoulder and cut across an intersection, picking up speed. My right leg involuntarily pressed against an imaginary brake pedal and my fingers gripped the door handle a little tighter.

She crunched her way through the gears as the dodgy clutch reluctantly yielded to her demands, punctuating the journey with the nasty dull metallic grind of worn out brake pads scoring deeply into equally worn out brake discs. I half expected to see bright orange sparks shooting out of the wheels as I peered nervously out of the side window. We'd gone maybe two or three miles out of the city when she banged the car up onto a kerb and turned to me, saying cheerfully; "Here we are!"

I peered doubtfully out of the windscreen, frowning. "Where's the bar?" I asked.

"Did I say I was taking you to a bar?" She purred, staring directly into my eyes. I was about to say something when she reached across and pressed a finger against my lips to silence me, then she ran that finger along the ridge of raised flesh that outlined my scar, making me shiver as it glided softly from the corner of my mouth and along my cheek toward my ear where normal skin had grown back to leave just a pale pencil thin line. Her face moved closer to mine, her eyes filling my vision. "Please don't spoil the moment." She whispered.

Who was I to refuse a lady? Her lips puckered at the same time as her eyelids fluttered closed and I felt her hand upon my thigh as she moved in even closer. I lost focus when I felt her mouth against mine, and I closed my eyes and used my lips to part hers. Her hand slipped around the back of my head and her fingers tangled in my hair. I felt her tongue tentatively press against mine, and responded more eagerly with my own. I knew it wasn't my first kiss but it felt like it just might have been for my teenage memories were long gone. This was a journey into unfamiliar territory as the warmth of her mouth and the soft pliant flesh of her tongue melded with my own.

I felt her fingers tighten suggestively high up on my thigh at the same time as her other hand tugged lightly on my hair and I wondered if she was going to just climb on top of me right there and then, but when we broke for air she slumped back in the drivers' seat, ripped the keys out of the ignition, turned out the headlamps and threw the door open with a squeal of unlubricated hinges.

I followed Selina into her apartment block wordlessly just as the skies opened up above us and the rain began to fall again, trailing her up the stairs and waiting patiently while she fumbled her keys into the door and pushed it open. I half expected her to start tearing my clothes off the moment she closed the door behind me, but instead she turned on the light, locked the door, hung her keys up on a hook and hung her jacket up on a nail hammered into the wall.

"Drink?" She asked as she brushed past me in the narrow doorway, leading me through to the darkened main living area. A jet black cat mewed as she crossed the room to the kitchen, then stretched on the cushion it had been sleeping on and padded after her in expectation of supper. It paused at the doorway to the small kitchen as its light snapped on, looked over it's shoulder at me, then raised it's tail to demonstrate what it thought of me by showing me it's anus and disappeared around the corner. "I don't have any beer, so it's red wine, chilled sparkling white wine or more coffee, sorry." Selina called.


Jack & Selina



"I'll try the red." I replied as I crossed the room to the big window that overlooked the street outside. The rain was falling heavier now, running in rivulets down the glass that distorted a depressing view of struggling shopfronts and spray paint spoiled apartment entrances. I drew the curtains, cutting out the glare of a streetlamp almost right outside and switched on a table lamp, then settled myself into a worn but comfortable sofa while I waited for Selina to return. She handed me a half glass of a delicious burgundy and curled up cat like on the sofa beside me.

"How did it happen?" She asked, sipping at her own glass of wine.

I contemplated spinning a lie, making up some story about how I fell foul of a bunch of drug dealers or yakuza gang and they carved me up to get equal, but in the end I just gave her pretty much the truth but painted with vague brush strokes. "I got caught doing something that pissed a lot of people off and the bastards that caught me decided to have a little fun with me before they let me go. It's not just my face. There's scars and burns all over my body. It doesn't bother me though, I'm just glad I managed to get out alive."

"How did they do it? The scar on your mouth, I mean." 

That was a nightmare that never left. I talked her through it, watching her face turn from pity to horror as I described my disfigurement in great detail, from the moment they burst open the cell door and hosed me down with ice cold water, through being dragged by the feet from my cell to the blood spattered floor of the interrogation room where three burly FSB men stripped me of my rags and tied me naked to a wooden chair that was bolted to the floor, my ankles fastened to the legs of the chair with several turns of heavy duty duct tape, my arms similarly taped up behind the back of the chair, my thighs taped tightly around the hard seat. I told her of how they made me watch while they pulled a selection of butchers knives out of a foam lined aluminium flight case, testing them for sharpness by observing how effectively they sliced my thighs and my chest open. They were so sharp I barely felt their kiss at first, but it wasn't long before the stinging burned through the numbness of the icy shower that I had been given beforehand.

Then I explained how two of them held my head and wrenched it back until I was certain that they were going to snap my neck and end my torment once and for all, described the uncomfortable warmth of the spotlamp as it burned into the sensitive, damaged skin of my face, far too bright to keep my eyes open, then they tugged a little harder on my head and my mouth opened to let out a cry of pain. That was when they jammed a U-shaped piece of plastic between my teeth so that the open end of the U allowed them to access the left corner of my mouth and slid the knife in, the tip of it stabbing my writhing tongue, forcing me to roll it back into my mouth as the taste of my own blood assaulted my senses.

She shuddered as I described the feel of the knife parting the skin at the corner of my mouth, the lightning bolts of pain as they dragged it up through my cheek, sawing at my flesh where the blade met the resistance of muscle and sinew until I was shrieking through the pipe, babbling unintelligibly through the waves of agony, blood frothing in my mouth as I screamed through it, each pulse of pain worse than the one that had preceded it, and then they twisted the plastic bung around in my mouth and slashed at the other side, making more blood gush out of my wounds and pour into my mouth until I had to swallow it or drown.

I took a mouthful of wine oblivious to how that illustrated my ordeal to her, half draining the glass, also unaware that there was a droplet of sorrow running down my cheek until she swept it away with a fingertip. "Then they released my head and ripped the bung out of my mouth and left me there, blood pouring out of my slashed open face and down my chest." I continued. "They threw me onto a gurney, wheeled me to the infirmary, knocked me out and stitched me up. A couple of days later they wheeled another gurney into my cell, hosed me down, punched me in the stomach, and laughed as the stitches ripped out and the wounds that were beginning to fester tore open again and left me screaming on the floor, twisting in agony in my own blood, before throwing me onto the gurney and getting me stitched up again. I had no concept of time while they kept me imprisoned so I have no idea how often they did that to me, but they always gave me time to recover from the blood loss before doing kicking me in the stomach or the balls or putting their cigarettes out on my flesh to make me scream again and rip my face apart. I don't have full control of my facial muscles - it wants to pull itself up into a smirk that makes me look half mad and it's a constant, tiring effort using what muscle control I do have to keep a straight face."

"That's horrible." Selina murmured. " It sounds more like something from the dark ages than the twenty-first century."

"I'm sure a lot of what they did to me came straight out of the pages of history books, whether it be the Spanish inquisition or Gestapo case files liberated from Dachau or Belsen." I agreed as her warm lips swept away the last of my tears. I wanted to know her story, why she had felt compelled to take a disfigured man that she had only just met home with her in order to seduce him, but I recalled her admonition to not spoil the moment and bit my tongue. Gotham seemed jam packed full of impulsive individuals.

"And they just let you go?"

"I escaped." I shrugged. "They got careless. Underestimated me."

"Are they still looking for you?"

"Selina," I laughed. "You wouldn't believe how many people are looking for me right now." I had expected her to recoil at that, to realise that I was a dangerous fugitive and fear for her own safety, but instead she closed her fingers over my hand and raised it to her mouth, where she proceded to slowly, sensually kiss the burns and scars that criss crossed them. I felt her lips close around my little finger, a hint of suction as her warm tongue swirled around it inside her mouth, and her whole body slid along the sofa to press against mine. The glass of wine trembled in my hand as she worked on my finger, and it was only then that I noticed that her glass had already been emptied and set aside. I drained the goblet and let it fall to the floor. I lifted my free hand to her face, caressing her cheek as she sucked harder on my finger, and her other hand closed over it, moving it down her jawline, her throat, over the shiny black satin of her blouse, and pressed it against her left breast. Her eyes closed and she moaned heatedly around my finger as I moulded my hand under her guidance to the shape of her breast, using my thumb to stroke the small raised bump of her hardened nipple pressing through the fabric of her bra and blouse.

I swallowed drily, withdrawing my finger from the warmth of her lips as her mouth parted. Her eyes closed slowly, just slowly enough that I noticed her hazel eyeballs begin to roll up to meet the descending lids as I caressed her nipple, then my other hand slid almost automatically around her slender neck and gently urged her to come closer. Our lips crashed together with a hunger that I had not expected, Selina's wet tongue pressing against my lips before I had even parted them like a heated wave hammering against the base of a cliff. She tried opening my lips with hers, but I was already ahead of the game and her tongue thrust it's way into my mouth, beating mine back with a hungry, lunging onslaught as she tried to eat me alive, the corners of my mouth generating a dull ache as they always did when I had opened them too far. She gasped inside me as my fingers squeezed her breast, then she sucked my tongue into her mouth, her hands closing around the back of my head, pulling gently at my matted hair.

I responded in kind, my left hand snaking into her long black tresses and pulling gently on a bunch of strands near the nape of her neck. She broke away, her head tilting back, torso arching forward so that my right hand pressed against her breast even more firmly and a tortured groan escaped from her lips. I bent my head to her neck and kissed the curve of her throat, her hands now entwined in my hair encouraging me further south, so I released her breast and concentrated on unbuttoning her blouse. In moments it was open to the waistband of her black jeans, and my right hand slipped inside. The smallness of her breasts allowed me to slide the cups easily up and over them, exposing the brown buds with a breathless gasp from Selina as the harsh underwire rasped over both nipples simultaneously.

My right hand and thumb returned to work, one squeezing the soft flesh while the other's scarred tip circled the aerola, the roughness of my touch generating shudders from her body as she insistently pushed my head closer to her bosom. I decided to resist and fought against her hands, nipping her neck gently, my mouth moving up to her cheek. She tried to twist her mouth to meet mine, but I had my hand firmly in her hair and stopped her with a sharp tug that resulted in instant obedience. I slid my tongue to her ear, kissed the lobe as she shivered beneath me then finally I bit gently upon it with my teeth that made her gasp again.

"Oh God," I heard her sigh as I twisted away from her and pressed her down on her belly into the sofa.

"Not tonight." I whispered in her ear as I pulled her blouse halfway down her back to reveal the clasp of her bra. "Too much of the devil in me, I'm afraid."

"Mmmmmm" She moaned as I swept her hair aside and kissed the base of her neck. "How about getting some of that devil in me, too." She breathed huskily.

"Would m'lady desire the forked tongue or the hardened horn?" I teased as my tongue lightly traced down the ridges of her spine toward the metal clasp.

She giggled beneath me as my hands roamed the contours of her bottom, lingering there while my teeth tugged at the hook and eye of the bra clasp. "Both." She murmured.

"You do know that greed is a sin?" I asked as I gave up on unfastening the bloody thing with my teeth and carefully split the bra with my fingers.

"So said the demon with lust in his eyes as he stripped the helpless maiden of her clothing." Selina sighed. Now it was my turn to laugh. I pushed the straps off her bare back and drew the silky blouse further down, her thin arms popping out of the sleeves as I disrobed her. She lay beneath me topless, her white flesh free of blemish, scratch or scar and I felt another sin, that of envy, flash across my consciousness for a moment as I studied the flawless finish of her back, like an ivory sculpture just completed by a master craftsman and unveiled for its first showing. I ran my fingers up and down the ridge of her spine as she trembled beneath my touch.

I straddled her lower legs and kissed the hollow at the small of her back, letting my tongue flick randomly over her skin as my hands glided down her flanks, working their way round to her flat taut belly. Selina pushed her rump back at me eagerly, allowing my hands more room as her midriff lifted an inch or so off the sofa, and I busied myself by popping the button of her jeans undone and teasing the zipper down until my hands were caught between the vee of her thighs. I began to withdraw them, but Selina had other ideas and pressed her stomach back down into the sofa, trapping my hands at the waistband of her jeans. I kissed her bare side just below the ribs. She shuddered and squirmed at the ticklish touch, and I opened my mouth and sucked gently, grazing her with my teeth, and she uttered a guttural "Oh!" 

I found myself able to get my hands back, so I hooked both thumbs in the hem of her jeans and eased them down until the shallow depression that marked the beginning of her bum cleft was revealed. My tongue slid along that narrow valley as her full bottom resisted the further downward movement of her pants and easing them down slowly turned into gentle jerks and tugs as it became increasingly difficult to undress her. My tongue still delved in the cleft, marking each exposed inch with a trace of saliva, and then Selina decided to lend me some assistance and lifted her belly off the sofa again.

Now things became much easier and a steady push of her jeans with all my fingers also eased her panties down to the tops of her thighs. Her ass was now fully uncovered and I admired it for a few moments in the lamplight, softly gliding my hands over the curves, my gaze lingering upon the darkness between the cheeks but unable to determine any further detail hidden within. Next I slid down her body until I was straddling only her calves and placed my hands on her hips, pulling her up and into a kneeling position as she rested her head on her forearms as if dreamily sleeping. Then I closed my fingers in her hair and pulled back gently, forcing her back to arch as my other hand slid downward from her hips to her belly, stroking up and down with a feather light touch, teasing her as I contemplated either moving it up to fondle her breasts or down to explore the forest between her legs.

In the end I opted for the latter and began to slowly rub the upper regions of her mound. Selina attempted to spread her legs, offering me unrestricted access to her treasures, but I kept my hold on her calves with my knees firm so that the furthest my hand could travel without too much resistance was the top of her mons pubis, that little hump of flesh lying above the pubic bone. Her own hands moved upward and she cupped a breast in each palm, thumbs teasing the nipples much as I had done earlier.

I kissed her shoulders and traced my tongue in a figure of 8 over her spine as she moaned softly at the simultaneous pressures upon her lower belly and both breasts. She pushed her bottom back at me, demanding the feel of my own arousal between the cheeks of her butt, and I obliged by pushing myself harder against her, my erection nestling between the twin hemispheres of her buttocks. She moved sensuously against me as my hand roamed over her pubis, the motion of her backside hardening me further as my fingers sought a deeper intimacy with her.

Selina pushed herself fully upright, head tilted to offer me her ear again and I didn't hesitate, just slid my tongue over the whorls within as the fire between her legs warmed the palm of my hand, the dampness seeping through the tight curls of her pubic hair to speckle my rough fingers with the oils of her own arousal. I toyed with the hood of her clitoris while my teeth pulled at her lobe, and my right hand slid down her flanks to join the one already exploring the triangular thatch. She groaned loudly as both of my hands formed a cup shape and hugged her vagina tightly and I felt her outer lips part around the thickness of one of my fingers, the heat surprisingly intense, then she began to move her crotch in a timeless rhythm up and down the dampened finger. If I curled it just a little then the fingertip would slide effortlessly inside her, I realised.

She moaned at the pressure and twisted her head further, searching for my mouth. I leaned into her, the awkwardness of kissing at such an angle ignored as our tongues foraged outside our mouths, fencing in fresh air. Her hands dropped from feeling up her own breasts and I felt both palms press against my butt cheeks, pulling me even harder into her as she ground herself upon my hands at the front and against my rigid length through a pair of jeans and some Arkham pyjamas at the back.

I moved my hands from her pussy to her breasts, kneading them gently as she groaned at the loss of pressure down below, then she gasped as I pinched both nipples simultaneously, rolling them between thumbs and forefingers. My lips caressed her shoulders, and as I moved down her spine my groin slipped away from her bottom. I was squeezing her breasts more firmly now, her nipples as hard as pebbles after being raked by the roughness of my battle scarred hands, her gasps coming more frequently as my tongue roved lower. She tried to twist her entire body to face me, so I shuffled backward on the sofa, untrapping her calves, allowing her freedom of movement.

I studied Selina in the lamplight while we knelt on the sofa facing each other. Her eyes glittered with lust and hunger, nostrils ever so slightly flared from the after effects of the sensations that my ministrations had induced in her. Her lips were full, glistening with moisture gleaned from the both of us, her cheeks flushed already and her hair flowing over her shoulders to a point where stray strands just about reached the beginnings of her cleavage. Her little brown teats stood proud from the small, upturned breasts and the milky whiteness of her naked torso filled me with a lament for my own imperfect skin. My eyes took in her slender waist, her flat belly, the hollow of her navel, and I could not prevent my eyes from descending lower as I feasted my lascivious gaze on her near naked body, eventually settling it upon the beginnings of the black tangle of wiry hair shielding a deeper darkness within that had not yet peeled itself open for further scrutiny. That would come soon enough, I knew.

She reached out to me, seeking to undress me no doubt, but I intercepted her hands before they could touch me. She looked at me expectantly as I entwined her fingers in mine and I took the cue unhesitatingly. I moved into contact and released her hands, closing mine behind her back as I pressed my open mouth onto hers, tasting her again as her breasts pressed tightly against my chest. Her hands wrapped around my back lower down than mine had around hers and while my fingers caressed her spine and her shoulder blades, her hands clutched desperately at my ass, pulling my hardness closer to her burning heat.

Our tongues sought superiority in a sinuous tangle punctuated by brief aggressive stabs as we feasted upon each other, our hungers as yet unsated, the promise of impending intimacy inspiring a mounting desire so intense that our teeth crashed together sharply more than once. I brought my hands between us, reaching up to massage her breasts, and the kiss broke as she gasped, her face tilting skyward. I nuzzled her neck, sucking it like a teenager, biting gently at the tender circle that I had raised. Selina moaned as my fingers latched onto her nipples again, tweaking them both, and her hands closed around the back of my head, holding me against her neck for a moment before she began to push me down. This girl sure knew what she wanted. I bent my head in supplication and flicked my tongue over a nipple.

"Mmmmmm" She moaned. I circled my tongue around the bud, then closed my mouth over it entirely. Her hands pressed more insistently at the back of my head, crushing the orb into my mouth. I suckled upon it, my tongue swirling over the teat as I did so, my hand cupped beneath it as if I were feeding upon it, lifting it to my lips. "Oh fuck!" Selina hissed. I pulled gently on the nipple of her other breast with my free hand, then transferred my mouth over to that one to give it the same attention that I had just lavished upon its partner. Selina's fingers hooked in my hair, her fingernails raking my scalp, and I transferred the sharp sensations back by gently biting down on the nipple and chewing it carefully, eliciting another groan from her.

I pushed her back into a lying position on the sofa, her head settling on the armrest as I slid onto my knees on the floor beside her, knocking the glass that I had set there over. I felt her legs moving with obvious purpose, her jeans sliding further down her thighs as she attempted to kick them off. I abandoned her breasts and helped her to remove the last items of clothing, throwing the jeans into a heap on the floor before grabbing her knees and swivelling her into a sitting position on the sofa, the black lacy scrap of underwear sliding of it's own accord down to her ankles and from there onto the floor beside me with a dainty, feminine flick of her foot.




Jack & Selina



I knelt between her legs as she spread them, wantonly opening her flower to me, baring herself brazenly, and I roughly grabbed the backs of her knees and wrenched her forward until her ass was positioned right on the edge of the sofa and no more than an inch away from sliding off and onto the floor. With my hands on her knees I pushed her legs back and her feet rose into the air, spreading her labia further apart, and the warm musky smell of her dampened sex assaulted my senses. The awakened pink eye winked at me from within the depths of that black wispy thatch of pubic hair and I bent my head down into the heat and slid my tongue from the base of the opening to the top, feeling the puffy lips part in welcome as I added to her wetness a little of my own.

Selina pushed her mound at me instinctively, her fingers joining mine on her knees and pulling herself even more open as she sought more of my tongue inside her. I removed my hands and let her spread herself as wide as she was comfortable with and moved them to the insides of her thighs, stroking up and down her slender legs, my tongue traversing back down her slit and pausing at the perinium where it circled teasingly between the two holes. She moved her hips downward whilst tugging lightly at my hair, telegraphing to me where she wanted me to concentrate, and I opened her vagina with my thumbs and slid my tongue inside her as far as it could go in a smooth stabbing thrust that brought forth a cry of intense pleasure from her lips. I prised opened her tender petals with my coarse fingertips and swept my tongue from the entrance to her flower, past the urethra to the hiding place of her clitoris, then withdrew my tongue and repeated the sweeping action again and again, working from the bottom of her soaking hole to the top like a cat lapping at cream. Both of her hands slapped upon the back of my head and her fingers entwined in my hair, holding me there as she whimpered softly.

I flicked my tongue over her clitoris deftly, feeling her shudder beneath me as she groaned loudly, and moved a finger to her hole, tracing it around the pulsing entrance in a tightening spiral as my tongue and lips worked on her nerve centre. "Yes!" I heard her gasp, "Put it in me!" I eased the tip of a finger inside her and she gave a deep, guttural groan at the intrusion, followed by a barked "Aahhh" as I slipped more of the finger into her tight hole, feeling the resistance as both joints probed past the opening. My tongue worked busily on her clitoral hood, teasing out the little bud and flicking it several times a second, her hands releasing her hold on my head and falling uselessly to her side as she surrendered to my merciless double pronged attack on her sex. My finger moved in and out slowly, the initial resistance overcome as both her canal and my digit were slick with her oily arousal. She pushed her hips at the invasion, thrusting to meet it, and I smoothly switched my oral attentions back to her breasts, introducing a second finger and teasing it around the periphery of her slippery sex until I judged that she was ready to take that one alongside the first.

"Oohhh" She moaned as I suckled on her breast, my tongue tracing the contours of the nipple that I had drawn inside my mouth.

"Ohhhhh!" She gasped as I raked the hard teat with my teeth.

"Ahhhh" She cried as I eased that second finger inside her, stretching her hole to accomodate the probing pair.

"Oh fuck yes!" She gasped as I pushed them all the way inside her until the heat and dampness of her vagina could be felt against the palm of my hand.

I pressed my lips to hers and her tongue instantly forced it's way past mine, her head lifting off the sofa as she pushed herself at me while my palm slapped wetly against her mound with each stab of my fingers into the heart of her sex. With two fingers splitting her vagina she seemed to be in rapture, her mouth covering mine hungrily, her sexual muscles squeezing my fingers on each inward stroke. It was an easy masturbation, not too fast, not too slow, a pace that matched perfectly the contractions of her vagina walls. I could have eased a third finger inside at a push, but I sensed that might be pushing my luck a bit and would only serve to mutate the pleasure into pain so I compromised by using that third finger to tap lightly at her nether hole when my palm pressed against her pubis. I think it was this that sent her over the edge. She tore her mouth away from mine and cried; "Don't stop!" and her hips bucked at my hand as the climax began to build within her as she gasped into my ear.

I hastened my fingering of Selina's hole, the third fingertip touching the puckered ring of her anus with each stroke but not penetrating, just sending light impact shocks through her nervous system to augment those that the invasion of her sundered sex was generating. My free hand squeezed a breast roughly, pulling it back to my lips, and as I sucked it almost whole into my mouth she climaxed over my hand with a cry that could have been heard in the street outside, additional wetness gushing out of her hole, down my hand and soaking into the hole that my third finger teased. I pushed harder with that third finger, putting the tip of it inside her forbidden entrance, and she arched her back and cried out again, the arching of her back pushing all three fingers into her body for one final time. I held them there as the waves of her orgasm subsided, until the clamping of her vaginal walls on my fingers ceased, slowly rubbing my fingers together through the thin membrane that seperated them until eventually I allowed them to slip out of her holes slowly, very, very carefully as she shuddered at the withdrawal. 

She lay there breathing heavily, her cheeks reddened, the flesh between her neck and breasts glowing pink with post orgasmic flush, her eyes closed tightly and her mouth open showing perfect white teeth. Her hands hung limp at her sides and her legs scissored slowly as she came down from her high. I couldn't help but smile. I left her lying there as I explored the room, switching off the ceiling lights and the lamps, plunging the apartment into a semi-darkness whose only illumination now came from the street lamps outside glowing faintly through the thin fabric of threadbare, sun bleached curtains. She rose from the sofa, a shapely, sensuous silhouette before me, and I stood there waiting as she approached on unsteady legs. 

Her hand touched my lips, tracing the outline of my mouth, then they explored the ridges and bumps of my scar as I closed my eyes and willed her not to stop. Her other hand was at my waist, and the button of my jeans succumbed with minimal resistance to her deft touch, then the noise of the zipper descending drowned out the noises of our laboured breathing.

"You needn't have turned out the lights," She whispered huskily before kissing the corner of my mouth and the raised bumps of flesh there where the stitches had been roughly sewn.

"I'm uncomfortable in the light." I mumbled as she eased my jeans down to my knees.

"When I first set eyes on your scar I felt my pussy gush." She confessed. "Somehow it turned me on in a way I haven't felt in ages." Her hand pressed against the bulge in my pyjamas now, fingers closing around the solid shaft of my penis, stroking it slowly through the fabric. I swallowed as her lips kissed my neck tenderly. I trembled beneath her touch, almost shivering as her other hand caressed behind my ear. "I need you to fuck me," She murmured into my ear as her palm massaged my full, swollen testes through the fabric now that she had teased the crown over the waistband of Arkham's greys. The more she rubbed me the further the pyjamas fell until I was fully revealed and her palm slowly massaged my hanging sac.

"It's been more than a year." I explained. "I won't be able to hold it for long."

She nibbled at my ear. "I don't care. We've got all night." She whispered.

"Honestly," I continued. "It's just too darn dangerous. I fear I might blast your ovaries up to your tonsils."

She snorted in laughter in my ear, then she enfolded my shaft in her hand and stroked the full length from balls to tender tip, gripping softly. "Then I'd best cut out the middle man." She giggled and lowered herself to her knees in front of me.

At first Selina merely kissed the crown lightly, using both hands to guide my meat to her lips, then she slipped her tongue between her lips and began to sweep it over every inch of my exposed length, fingers lifting it up, pressing the head against my belly as she covered my swollen testicles with her slick, warm saliva. She slowly, sensuously worked her way back up to the flare that defines the transition between glans and shaft and circled her tongue around it three or four times, then I felt her hot breath sear my sensitive head as her mouth devoured me.

It felt like entering a blast furnace when she closed her lips over the bulbous head. I groaned involuntarily and ran my fingers through her hair as she sucked me into her mouth, a hand still milking my shaft and the other playing lazily with my testicles. My toes curled and I nearly lost my balance with the intense sensations rocketing up my spine and searing into my brain. Her incredibly agile tongue flicked at the slit in the crown as she paused, sensing my struggle to remain upright, then teasingly she pulled my wholly out of her mouth and her tongue danced along the underside from the very tip to the root, then back again along the veined ridge, swirling around the circumference of foreskin before she engulfed me whole again, her lips tightly clamped around my shaft, her tongue squirming restlessly against the underside as the head rasped against the roof of her mouth.

Her hand cradled my balls, squeezing the root gently, and she began to move her head up and down my shaft, fellating me expertly, applying varying amounts of suction as she made love to me with her warm, wet lips. On each stroke deep into her mouth I could feel her still hard nipples brush against my thighs. There was no way I could stand this for long - the slurping noises alone were driving me wild and the increasing rapidity with which she ravenously feasted upon my manhood was pushing me over the edge. I could already feel the pressure building down below, the intense swelling sensations growing rapidly in testes that I knew could not contain their contents for long. I tried to hold back, but the valves had already been blown wide open under her touch and my long pent up load raced up the shaft that I was now pushing in and out of her mouth while I held her head still, my grip on her hair having tightened, and fired from the tip with an electric like shock that made me gasp out in breathless ecstacy.

I had intended to warn her, but my brain couldn't make my mouth form the words in time and surprisingly Selina didn't seem to mind at all. She held me inside the tight confines of her mouth, cheeks hollowed with suction as my testes pumped and my penis jerked violently with each powerful jet of semen that I shot into her mouth. Still her hands continued working furiously on both shaft and swollen balls as she resumed the bobbing of her head, coaxing all of my ejaculate out of me while she swallowed it down in gulps that I could feel through my trapped, throbbing member. Eventually the spasms of release ended and I shuddered involuntarily as she continued to suckle on the tender crown, draining me of any residual sperm and at the same time exhausting me of any energy that might have remained as my body convulsed under her attentions, her fingers still caressing my emptied sac.

"Wow," Selina murmured as she released me, licking her lips. "You weren't kidding, were you?" She laughed as she got up off her knees and threw her arms around my neck, kissing me hard on the mouth with firmly closed lips, then she sighed dreamily as she broke away, padding barefoot to the kitchen. I quickly divested myself of the rest of my clothes, kicking the Arkham pyjamas under the coffee table, and half walked, half stumbled over to the sofa. I fell into it and sat there softening, my entire body relaxing after the unexpected intensity of the last twenty minutes or so. My new lover quickly returned with another two glasses of red wine and handed me one, patting her bare belly as she stood before me brazenly, this time silhouetted in the harsh light spilling out through the kitchen doorway. "The amount of caffeine in all those cups of coffee and slices of chocolate cake you put away tonight is going to keep both of us awake for hours now, I expect." She commented with a lewd smile. "Whatever shall we do?"

She took a large gulp of the wine, presumably to freshen up the masculine taste left in her mouth, then she straddled my legs, her still warm pussy pressing down on my softened manhood as she wriggled herself into a more comfortable position and then bent her face to mine. I tasted nothing but meaty red wine with a hint of cherry on her lips, but then she pulled back and traced my scar with a fingertip, running it from my left ear, across my lips, and all the way to my right ear before reversing the journey. A flicker of irritation soured my visage for a moment, but I doubted she could see it in the dark. I suppressed the mild annoyance, chalking it up to curiosity and one woman's strange sexual desire for damaged, disfigured, defective men. Perhaps she was just one of those women who nurtured a secret Beauty and The Beast fantasy. We all have our quirks and foibles, and that I was one of Selina's curios was just my little bit of good fortune, I realised when I thought about it. Then she kissed it and traced the raised profile with her tongue, pausing at my mouth to slide her tongue inside, and far from being further irritated by her insistence on concentrating on my disfigurement it I found myself beginning to harden again, something that did not go unnoticed by Selina.

" So soon?" She asked as she shifted on my lap, guiding a nipple to my mouth with her hands which only accelerated the process of solidification. I felt the snake uncoiling, and in a few moments as she teased me by rubbing her nipple harshly across my lips my penis was semi-erect, the upper side of the shaft began to pressing insistently between her bum cheeks. She compounded my torment by rubbing her sex slowly along the steadily extending length of my hardening member, and my heart pounded harder, pumping more and more blood into the burgeoning organ. I set my glass down on the floor and took hers and placed it alongside mine, then I closed my mouth over her offered breast and sucked hard, making her gasp, and she reached between her legs and guided the head of my penis straight to the heat of her core.

She sat there on my lap unmoving, my still not fully hardened penis straining to overcome the initial resistance of her tight entrance and I bit down on the teat, trying to force her into settling and letting me inside, but she resisted and accepted the pain, holding herself finely balanced on the tip of the crown, waiting for the delicious moment when it became fully hard to do the work for her. In the end it was a combination of her increased lubrication and the (at last!) steely rigidity of my prick that resulted in Selina finally accepting my offering and it slipped slowly inside her. She moaned into my ear and wriggled her hips, and I felt the tight, velvetty walls of her love tunnel slip down my shaft one tantalising inch at a time. She pushed her mound at me as I simultaneously pushed my hips up at her, and the tight curls of our pubic hairs ground together. I let her breast slip out of my mouth and moaned softly at the exquisite sensations that enveloped my penis. We stayed in this position for a while, my hands fondling her small boobs, her hands seeking out and exploring the scars on my chest made by blade or burn, my manhood pulsing inside her.

Then we kissed again, and she began to move on me, riding me slowly while our tongues slowly explored each other in a more leisurely manner than before. Previously it had been almost frantic, kind of an effort to outdo each other in a my-tongue-can-go-deeper-than-yours manner. This time we savoured each entanglement, sucked on each other's tongues, retreated and advanced in cooperation with each other instead of in a pseudo combat. It was an entirely liquid kiss - languid and wet, sloppy and erotic, simply delicious. Selina did all the work downstairs, sliding her tight, enveloping sheath up and down my length as we snogged and grinding her groin against mine on the downstroke.

My thumbs stroked her nipples, my palms massaged her breasts firmly, and her hands folded around my neck again, her arms resting lightly on my shoulders as she began to accelerate the pace of our lovemaking. Her petite breasts began to bounce with the motion. I began to meet her movements with some of my own, thrusting into her as she slid down my shaft, making her gasp with each stabbing penetration until the only sounds in the room were a staccato "Ah..Ahh...Ah.." coming from her lips as she threw her head back and rode me with increasing excitement.

I decided to take control and rolled Selina onto her back on the sofa, her head resting on the arm of the sofa, her black hair spilling over the side. I thrust hard into her in the gloom as she grunted beneath me, her legs wrapping around my back, her hands clutching at my shoulders, sharp nails digging into my flesh, the mild pain spurring me on as I made love to her. I lowered my face to hers and she responded almost violently, her tongue lancing into my mouth, her ankles, crossed behind my back, kicking my ass on each thrust and now the primary noises in the room were the muted slaps of our genitals banging together as I could go no deeper inside her hungry, grasping hole.

She moaned into my mouth as I hammered away at her and I tangled my fingers in her hair and pulled her head back, breaking the kiss, then I bent down and sucked with wanton abandon on a nipple, not caring if I hurt her in the least. 

"Fuck yes!" She moaned as I screwed her hard into the sofa, and her hands moved down to my ass, gripping me tightly there, her legs unfolding and spreading so that one foot was bouncing in the air an inch or two off the floor and one was hooked over the back of the sofa. Selina moaned louder into my ear, whispering her joy, hissing her ecstacy, encouraging me to go faster, to thrust harder and deeper into her as her fingernails scratched and raked my butt cheeks as if in an effort to add even more scarring to my body, perhaps in some unspoken desire to leave her own mark upon me. I grunted as I acquiesced to her demands and she cried out with each jarring thrust of my hips, and after a minute or so of frantic copulation she threw back her head and yelled; "Fuck I'm cumming!" as her orgasm thundered through her. Her inner walls clutched powerfully at my thrusting staff as she came, and I powered through the additional resistance, through her bucking uncontrollably beneath me, through the pain of her fingernails stabbing deeply into the skin of my buttocks and through the repeated cries of ecstacy screamed into my ear until my own climax hit me and it was my turn to cry out as I emptied myself in a seemingly never ending torrent, wave after wave of my seed jetting powefully inside her. 

I lay atop her, softening slowly but still embedded within her, our breathless panting filling a silence occasionally sundered by the swish of traffic outside cutting through the rain washed street. Our eyes were closed as we recovered from the orgasms we had enjoyed, sweat congealing between our bodies acting like a glue, bonding us together tightly, Selina's arms having looped beneath my armpits and her hands by this time clutching onto my shoulders. I nuzzled her neck gently until I had shrunk enough to slip out and she let me go.




Jack & Selina



I heard a soft purring and wondered for a moment if it might be her, then she began laughing. "Isis!" She admonished the cat that had sprung up onto the back of the sofa above our heads. I untangled myself from Selina and carefully knelt on the floor, looking to finish off the remains of my glass of wine. I sat there finishing the drink, resting my back against the front of the sofa, and heard her move on the sofa behind me and the next thing I felt was her legs being draped over my shoulders, ankles drumming softly against my ribs, the warm wetness of her leaking vagina pressed snugly into the back of my neck and a mix of juices, predominantly mine, trickling slowly down my back.

"Gimme mine!" She commanded. I lifted her glass up over my head, careful to not spill any of the contents, and two seconds later she handed it back with just a tiny spot of burgundy nestling in the bottom. The cat sprang down and curled into a ball on the arm of the chair where Selina's head had just lain and she stroked it's fur softly, amplifying the cat's purring noticeably. "Sleepy yet?"

"Reckon I could keep going for an hour or two before I need to crash out." I commented as I stroked my hands up and down her silky smooth calves and ankles, making her tremble as my fingers traced over her knees.

"An hour or two?" She exclaimed. "I'm fucked already. In more ways than one. The question is, will I make it to the bedroom before you pounce on me again?"

"Not a chance. Not even if you ran." I answered, tickling the soles of her feet.

"I could scream 'rape'"

"You could try." I admitted. "Won't make any difference, though."

"Oh, you brute!" 

She slumped back into the sofa, hands absently playing with my hair while I caressed her legs with nothing but a feather light touch from my fingers. I didn't want this night to end. Here I had sanctuary. There was no way the police or the CIA, FBI, Interpol, the FSB or anybody else who wanted me dead could find me here. Here we were just two lonely souls connecting for a brief moment in time before fate wrenched me back to my unfinished business. I had to make the most of this night, perhaps even turn Selina into an ally if I could, and also make this apartment a safe haven for when the storms drove me to seek port. This could be long term sanctuary, but the price of that was high and not without certain risks that I balked at taking. Could I trust her not to betray me to the authorities if I told her my story? Had what we shared this night been enough to win that kind of loyalty? And if she learned that I had done more than just escape from Arkham would she understand that my motives in the acts that had led to my incarceration in the Lubjanka and then Arkham were not purely destructive and that there had been a very real, obsessively compelling sanity behind the mission?

And what of the dangers to Selina? Dare I entangle her in the mess that I was caught up in myself? Would that be fair to her? Had I the right to risk her liberty and, more importantly, her safety by implicating her in my schemes? Being objective about it we were simply using each other tonight, I admitted. Perhaps this was just sex and went no deeper than the eight inches that I sport, or at least that I'm telling you that I sport. Selina had unexpectedly found an object to sate her lusts upon and I had allowed myself to be seduced by her because, truth be told, I had nowhere else to go, nothing else to do and she was not a bad looking babe. Other than this common ground of immediate needs we were complete strangers to each other. If I happened to not be there when she woke up in the morning would she even miss me, or would she simply brush her teeth and wash me out of her life in the apple scented soap of her morning shower?

My mind made itself up. We would have tonight and tomorrow would just have to take care of itself.

"Penny for them." Selina breathed in my ear, her voice soft and her breath warm.

"Eh?" I responded startled, wondering if I'd fallen asleep and was dreaming of Karen again.

"Penny for your thoughts, silly." She laughed.

"They aren't worth that much." I confessed. "Though I am wondering if you're ever going to clean up that mess you're making on the back of my neck."

"It's your mess." She laughed, roughing up my hair playfully. 

"That's true." I nodded. "But it wasn't me that didn't decide to smear it all over the back of my neck." Selina gyrated her hips, smearing the creams even further. " Hey," I exclaimed. "I said clean it off, not paint a friggin' portrait with a wiry hair paintbrush!"

"Oh, right." She giggled, then her legs lifted off my shoulders and a moment later I felt her tongue lapping greedily at the residue of our lovemaking, making me tingle all over as she ran it down my spine and back up again. I felt her hands in my lap, teasing the sleeping snake again as she deftly swept her tongue over the dampness that she had created, and soon with both hands kneading my manhood it was in full working order and ready to resume duties. Selina slid off the sofa and began crawling on all fours to the bedroom, her pert bottom sticking up in the air as she glanced over her shoulder to see if I was following.

"You'll never escape going that slowly." I advised her.

"I have a head start." She countered as she continued to slowly crawl toward the door. Isis jumped down onto the carpet and followed her and I stood, stretched and started after her myself. "Oh no, here comes the big bad brute." She gasped, then she slumped down onto her elbows, her lovely butt upturned to me as I closed in and dropped to me knees, guiding my raging erection to the region where I knew her qium would be. 

"Isis, where'd he go?" She questioned her cat.

"He's behind you!" I crooned in my best pantomime voice before spearing my shaft to the hilt in her pussy with one smooth, hammering thrust.

"No!" She cried. "Isis....mmmmmmm.....save me from this beast." She moaned as her hand reached beneath her, between her legs and softly cradled my balls as I held myself all the way inside her.

"Hahahaha!" I cackled manically, slapping her playfully on the butt with my hand curled slightly to lessen the sting. "It's too late for that, wench. Isis can't save you now - your pussies belong to me! HaaaaaaHaHaHaaaa!"

Selina shook with laughter at the innuendo initially, but soon she was shaking in another way altogether.

The following morning found me awakening groggily beneath the duvet to the sounds of Blink182 on the bedside radio, broad beams of bright sunlight making the walls of the room look like the bars of a prison cell as daylight leaked through gaps in the vertical blinds. A soft, feminine arm lay across my belly, a mess of black hair and a pretty face slumbering peacefully against my chest. So we had made it to the bedroom after all, I smiled to myself. That had sure been a night to remember. Selina stirred beside me, hugged me tighter, then slowly opened her eyes. I glanced down at her, expecting to see her flinch in revulsion at the horror that she woke up to, but instead she just smiled dreamily and kissed my nipple.

"Thought I might've been dreaming." she mumbled, snuggling into me, the coarse hairs between her legs rasping against my hips as her leg hooked over my thighs and rested over my groin. I idly ran my fingers down her arm until she shook me off, complaining that I was tickling her. "I have to get up for work, soon." She sighed, reaching across me to silence the raucous racket of a third rate rock act going through the motions on their way to disbanding.

"Phone the boss and tell him you're sick." I suggested, stroking her cheek gently. "Stay here and have a play day."

"As wonderful as that sounds I do have bills to pay, and I am the boss by the way. I have to be there this morning for a pastries delivery, and Mondays are usually a good day. Don't want to miss a Monday with things tight as they are. There's a recession on doncha know?"

"I didn't realise you ran the business."

"It's all I have left." She sighed wistfully.

"So you've got my story." I frowned, well as much as my facial musculature distortions allowed me to frown, " What about yours, mystery businesswoman who kidnaps unsightly strangers for long nights of unbridled passion to relieve the boredom of having nothing left in life but work and a mangy cat."

"Isis is not mangy." She retorted, then failed to follow up with an answer to my question. I let the conversational silence hang like a void between us, the sound of traffic still swishing through the rain washed street outside drifting up through the single pane of glass and the muted thump of footfalls from the apartment above a bass counterpart to the rhythmic, sibilant hiss of cars and trucks hurriedly scurrying through the early morning rat race below.

"Three years ago I had a big house in the suburbs, white picket fence and a tree in the garden with a swing hanging off a branch and everything, a soft top BMW and a comfortable life. And a husband. The whole fucking American dream come true. Then one day darling hubby didn't come home and everything just fell apart. The dealership took back the car, the bank took back the house, and all because somebody somewhere had taken my man away. I don't know what happened - he just disappeared. Never came home, never went turned up at work, just dropped off the face of the earth without so much as a goodbye. Sometimes I've wish him dead, but for all I know he could be living the high life with some bimbo in Mexico or Canada. I sold off everything we had just to stay alive and rent this shithole, took a waitressing job in PCafe, then last year my daddy died and left me enough to take over the cafe from the previous owners who were wisely getting out of the business. My evil stepmom took the house and everything else and it's been an uphill struggle from there just making ends meet. It'll be another four years before the insurance vultures accept that my husband is probably dead, and by then the lawyers will have split the money between them and left nickels and dimes for me. 

"Sure I get lonely occasionally." She admitted as she fingered my nipple. "But I'm not promiscuous." She added almost defensively. "It doesn't happen often, mostly around my wedding anniversary and birthdays. Women have needs that imagination and batteries sometimes can't satisy, y'know?"

"So why did you settle on me, of all people?" I enquired as she lay her hand flat on my chest and pushed herself over onto her back to lie beside me.

"You had an aura about you. No, don't laugh! My spine tingled when you walked into the cafe." She chuckled. "At first I was scared shitless, expecting you to hold me up or something, because you were incredibly shifty when you came into the place, but I started to relax when you handed me money instead of pinning me to the wall and stealing the day's take. Your scar was frightening too, but I just couldn't take my eyes off it. I expect you're used to that. Beyond the scar I could see an incredibly good looking man. I watched you for ages and all the time my stomach was liquified in confusion. Half of me was afraid you'd lock the doors, grab hold of me and pin me to the floor and the other half was urging me to lock the doors for you. What I'm trying to say is that you looked like a bit of rough, and sometimes a woman needs that, but you didn't look like a threatening bit of rough. Wounded, vulnerable even I would say, but not dangerous. Not at all. There was no nastiness in you, I could see that in your eyes. There's a hardness about you, though..."

"Not right now there isn't." I interrupted.

"There's a hardness about you," Selina repeated, kicking me in the shin with her ankle beneath the duvet. "I can sense you can be dangerous when the need arises, but I reckoned I might get away with it for one night if I was extra nice to you. My husband was soft, one of life's nice guys, but if there's one thing I've learned it's that nice guys always let you down in the end. With bad guys you don't expect anything less so when it happens it doesn't hurt as much."

"Just one night, then?" I asked, rolling onto my side and propping myself up on an elbow as I gazed down at her.

"I'm not looking for a long term relationship." Selina looked up at me and smiled sadly. "But I wouldn't be too upset if I came home tonight and found you draped across my sofa wearing nothing but that....smile."

"Just make sure that if you do fetch another stray home with you after work that she's six foot, has long blonde hair and tits the size of water melons, okay?"

"Deal." Selina laughed.

"And if I'm not here then you better bloody videotape it for me."

She rolled herself out of bed and padded across the floor to the bathroom door. I waited a few minutes while she performed her morning ritual, then when I heard the shower going I dragged myself out from beneath the covers and followed her in. This time I checked my tenderness at the door and gave her what she had desired, already hard as iron in anticipation as I slid the steamed up glass door open. She spun around in surprise, instinctively covering her breasts with an arm and pressing her legs tightly together, a shower scrunchie held to her crotch. I stepped into the stream of hot water and grasped her wrists roughly, pulling them apart to expose her small chest and pushing her up against the cold tiled wall. She struggled against me and I pushed my face up to hers, staring into her eyes from just a couple of inches away. I kissed her nose and she twisted her face away, but a glance downward showed her nipples had already begun to harden in arousal. It was all the invitation that I needed.

Pushing my knee forcefully between her thighs, I spreading her legs, and my penis rubbed against her belly. I reached down and grabbed one of her legs, wrenching it upward, hooking the back of her knee in the crook of my elbow. I positioned myself so that my rod pressed against the vee of her crotch and began to slide back and fore, feeling the rubbery wetness of her waterlogged sex slowly give way to an oily smooth resistance free feeling as her juices began to flow. We were gazing into each others eyes as I polished her pussy lips with my manhood, then I felt her hands grab my rigid length roughly and guide it straight to her opening.

I pushed into her forcefully, making her eyes go wide as she gasped at the violation, and I leaned forward and bit her lower lip. I released her leg and placed both hands on her ass cheeks, hooking them beneath her, lifting he bodily upward. She wrapped her legs around my back and I held her there, screwing her against the wall, her legs holding me tightly around the waist and her arms hooked under my armpits, fingers clutching my shoulders just as desperately, her breasts pressing firmly against my chest. She gasped in my ear with each thrust, and I shifted my hands on her butt, my fingers moving closer together to meet in the crack of her soaking wet bottom, spreading those cheeks so far apart that I feared she might tear. While all this had been going on we had not kissed, and she drew her head back and stared into my eyes, moaning in staccato into my face as I speared in and out of her, and those hazel eyes fluttered closed and she bit down on her own lip when my fingertips touched the flesh protecting her other hole. I held it there, balanced precariously on the point where a little extra pressure would see it spear into her, until her eyes snapped open and blazed into mine with unadulterated lust and she relaxed that muscle, pushing back at my fingers. 

I let one slip inside and she cried out, fingernails digging into my shoulders, then her mouth finally sought out mine and it was another oral duel, teeth and tongues battling wildly as I plugged all three of her holes. That only lasted for a couple of seconds before she broke the kiss and cried out into my ear that she was cumming already. I closed my eyes as her vagina spasmed around my penis I emptied myself inside her for the fifth time, and as her orgasm subsided I slipped out of her and let her slump against the wall, her legs untangling from behind my back. I held her against the wall, kissing her tenderly until she was able to stand unaided. 

I turned her around so that she was facing the wall, pressed her against it, kicking her legs apart as she glanced over her shoulder in anticipation, then I thoroughly shampooed her from head to toe with the mildly abrasive scrunchie, cleaning every inch of her with thick, soapy almond scented suds, paying particularly close attention to her bottom and between her legs, which again had her gasping with pleasure before I turned her around again and repeated the cleansing ritual on her front until she was weak kneed once again and trembling against the wall.

"One more night and that's it." She murmured as I showered myself, then she slapped my ass playfully on her way out of the shower. I let the warm water and the suds clean me of the sweat and the fluids of a night of passion, relaxing in the spray, my mind a blissful blank as my upturned face enjoyed the needle like streams of water against it. I opened my mouth and filled it with water, swishing it around, spitting it down the plug hole, uncertain if she'd have a toothbrush that I could borrow. After five minutes lazing I turned off the spray and dried myself with a towel from a stack on a shelf above a mirrored cabinet and wrapped it around my body as I went in search of my clothes. I found them on the coffee table, the lettering A-R-K-H-A-M clearly visible, arranged so as to make it obvious that my secret was out. Selina sat leaning forward on the sofa, the .38 and my deck of playing cards in her hands. I stopped dead in my tracks as she turned the gun on me.

"You're the one who escaped." She said numbly, her eyes pleading with me to deny it.

"One of them." I disembled.

"One of them?"

"There were four of us." I began, painting the imaginary scene in my minds eye as I paused between sentences. We were all in the infirmary recovering from various ailments and injuries from the underground torture chambers where they usually kept us. There'd been talk of flying an inmate with severe internal injuries from when he was anally raped with an electric cattle prod by one of the guards out to one of the city's big hospitals and we decided when they came to take him we'd make an escape attempt. We'd all taken about as much as we could take. It was easy. We overpowered the guards and the doctors, took their weapons and fought our way to the helipad. I had that gun, the others had machine guns, shotguns and tasers. If you check the cylinder you'll see that it's never been fired. I didn't kill anybody, I didn't even shoot at anybody - that was all done by the desperados that broke out with me. After what Arkham had done to us I couldn't blame them for the rampage they went on, but I didn't take part in it. I just wanted to escape, not to kill anyone. 

"I only went because I couldn't take the torture any more." I continued disembling. Lying and deceiving seems to be something that comes naturally to me. "The others made the pilots fly us a short distance, a couple of miles I guess, then we landed and I got out. I heard some shots behind me as I ran and never looked back, just kept running away. I should have tossed the gun, but I figured that when you're on the run with most of Gotham's finest chasing after you then it's better to have something you can defend yourself with than just your bare hands." That story probably had more holes in it than a hard core lesbian porno movie, but she fell for it nevertheless.

"Arkham did that to you?"

I merely nodded, my gaze averted to the floor.

"Bastards." She snarled. "What did you do to be in there in the first place?" The gun never wavered, just kept pointing straight at my chest. Her hands were steady, which surprised me. This girl obviously wasn't quite as soft as she seemed.




Jack & Selina



I shrugged my shoulders. "I told you that already. I took something that I shouldn't have."

"Don't treat me like I'm some kind of clueless airhead." Selina snapped at me. "They don't lock you up in that place for stealing stuff."

"They do if you steal one hundred and sixty thermonuclear bombs." I replied.

Her jaw dropped open, the gun dipping. I almost made my lunge then but then she recovered her senses, gritted her teeth and steadied her aim. I tossed a mental coin and it came up heads. I should be dead ten times over anyway. One more didn't matter. I stepped forward. 

"Don't." She warned me.

I took another step, and I saw her turn her head away slightly, her finger tightening on the handgrips of the revolver as her eyes compressed into a squint. I dived to my left but strangely no shot rang out so I threw myself upon her, wrenching her arm upwards before she could bring the gun to bear on me again, and crushed her wrist with all the strength I could muster, my teeth forming a fearsome grimace as she flinched in fear and pain. The gun fell from her grasp as she cried out, thudding into the carpet. I slapped a hand over her mouth and held her down on the sofa with both her hands clamped tightly in one fist until she stopped squirming beneath me and just glared in mute rage at me. I glanced at the gun, saw that the safety catch had been left engaged and laughed.

"Selina my love, I really do believe that you just tried to kill me." Either she said 'thank you' through my hand or 'fuck you', I never quite figured out which. I pulled the gun toward myself with my bare feet and picked it up, thumbing the safety off and pressing the cold steel barrel against the side of her head, then I released her arms, keeping her silent with the other hand squeezing her jaw shut. "You see, pumpkin, the difference between nice guys letting you down and bad guys doing it is in the degree of danger they put you in. A nice guy would never dump you at gunpoint right after making love to you. A bad guy, however, would happily fuck you up the ass for good measure before blowing your brains out to ensure you stayed quiet forever, capische?" 

Her eyes widened in fear at that. "Lucky for you I'm kind of halfway between a nice guy and a bad guy. Haven't quite made my mind up which path to go down yet, though the lure of the dark side is strong, as a great man once said a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away. Now promise me you'll be a very, very good girl - no screaming unless I make you - and I will let you go unharmed. I have no desire to hurt you, I just want to be left to go my own way, okay?" She nodded rapidly or maybe her head just vibrated up and down in terror. 

"Good girl. I'm going to release you now. If you make any sound at all I will bash you over the head with the gun and knock you out, then tie you face down on the bed and rape the shit outta you when you wake up and keep doing you over and over again until it gets dark enough for me to leave, got it?" She nodded again and I pressed the barrel to her temple a little harder to assure she complied with my instructions.

Hesitantly I removed my hand from her mouth but kept the gun pressed to her head with no intention of telling her that I had just put the safety catch back on. "Fucking bastard." She snarled.

"And you struck me as such a nice lady last night." I smiled down at her. "Still, sticks and stones may break my bones but a bullet to your brain could only break my heart if I had one. I know I promised you that I wouldn't hurt you, but I really don't know how exactly this works..." I breathed in her ear as I released her arms and I chopped my hand hard down on the upper side of her neck, under the ear and just below the jaw where the main external artery supplying the brain divides. She had tried to hit me and break free when I pulled back to strike her, but before her arms made contact with me she went limp and they flopped to her side. I smiled, mightily impressed with myself.

I swept her inert body up in my arms and carried her back through to the bedroom where I tied her to the bed, taking my time to do it right - not too tight around the wrists and ankles so as to cut off the circulation, but not so loose that she might be able to work herself free. By the time I had finished I had divested her of her towel and she was stark naked, face down on the bed, arms and legs spread in the shape of a large X, and secured with, of all things, bra straps as that was all I could find in her apartment that I considered suitably resistant to any attempts to break free.

I gagged her with a rolled up strip of fabric that I had cut out of a pillow case before she regained consciousness and quickly dressed, tucking the .38 into the waistband of my jeans and shoving the deck of cards in a pocket. The playing cards went everywhere with me, and had done ever since Lurch had shredded the larger sketches. I even slept with them just in case he tried to do it again which was why they had escaped from Arkham in my pyjamas with me. I relied on them less and less, though. As time passed more was coming back to me, though I felt certain that there was a point where my memories just stopped altogether, those recollections damaged to the point where they were probably irretrievable and always would be.

There was a hundred bucks or so in her purse, but I only took the fifty that I had spent in the web cafe the previous night, and I selected the sharpest knife in the kitchen, wrapped it in a tea towel and dropped it into a small backpack that I found hanging up on the back of the bathroom door. A battery powered torch also went into it as I had lost mine when the police found the van, and I pocketed her keys. There wasn't much else worth taking other than a black plastic raincoat that might fit at a pinch, though I did throw in a couple of pairs of socks from her bedside cabinet, her head turning toward me and glaring at me angrily as I rifled through her drawers. I pulled out a nine inch black rubber coated vibrator that looked uncomfortably thick, turning the ridged device over in my hands and smirking as she reddened in embarrassment. I turned the white dial in it's base and it came to life, buzzing noisily in my hand. 

"Well, Selina sweetheart, I must say I do feel somewhat inadequate now." I chuckled as I opened the dildo and tapped the batteries out into my hand, noting that they were the same size as the ones the torch used, then I dropped the reassembled sex toy onto the bed beside her. "Last night will live in my memory at least until the next time I'm lucky enough to have another hot bitch fuck me," I continued, placing a hand on her bare backside. "But now I really must bid you adieu. I feel I may have outstayed my welcome just a smidgeon. I will give you some advice for the future, though - if you really must play with bad boys, you'd best be a little less of a pussy and a bit more of a tiger."

I kissed her on the back of her head - I had tried to kiss her on the forehead but she wrenched her head away in disgust - and walked away, promising her that I'd phone the authorities and let them know of her predicament as soon as I got out of Gotham, but not mentioning that I had plans for the day that required she remain immobilised until she'd wet the bed at least twice. I closed the door softly behind me, got in her death trap of a car, and drove with whitened knuckles and my heart in my mouth through rush hour traffic back to PCafe.