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Mali

By: schmunza



He noticed her as soon as she walked in the room. The way she held her head proudly high, her silky black hair, her fiery red dress. He was mesmerised by her beauty, her grace. He watched her for the majority of the evening, unable to take his eyes off her. Occasionally she glanced back, her deep black eyes penetrating his very soul. Her name was Mali. She was an exotic mix of Japanese and Thai. For an ordinary looking guy, she seemed completely untouchable. They were in Biology together, but never got a chance to talk.

"Hey Chance, my man, wassup wit ya?" It was Jason, drunk as usual, and for the first time, wasn't spending the course of the party 'trapped' in a bedroom with some girl. Yet, that is...

"Nothing, just chillin'" Chance replied, not wanting to talk.

"I've two very horny girls waiting for me, you wanna share them?" Jason was so drunk he could barely stand up, let alone able to get his 'Little Man' to work. 

"Uh, nah, it's ok. You enjoy them."

"Alright, but it's your loss, they're fucking hot." Jason stumbled towards the door, calling out for the girls.

Chance sighed and turned back to face the table. He never really liked drinking; hell knows why he even came to these parties, a fucking waste of time in his mind. He could sense someone sitting next to him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a red dress; he froze, not wanting to look up.

"You not drinking either?" Her voice was as beautiful as her; her accent was interesting mix of Asian, and French. He could feel his heart pounding, his throat constricting

"I...ah...I don't drink much." He stumbled over his words, not able to look at her. He could feel his face blushing.

"Nah, either do I. These parties are just a pathetic excuse to make out with as many people as possible, it makes me sick." She said confidently, unperturbed by his obvious nervousness. "And besides, I don't know anyone here."

"Yeah, tell me about it. I feel like I don't belong here." His nervousness was disappearing; she had something about her that was oddly disarming. She made him feel so comfortable. "You're Mali, right?" 

He looked up at her for the first time, since they'd started talking. She was even more beautiful up close. He could see she wasn't wearing any make-up, her naturally radiant complexion shining through. Her eyelashes long and dark, her lips naturally red and full. 

"Yes, and you are?" She looked at him so intensely, with a slight air of seduction.

"I'm Chance." He smiled, he couldn't take his eyes off hers, he was entranced.

"That's a nice name. It suits you." She smiled back. "Do you want to go outside? It's kind of stuffy in here." 

"Yeah, sure." He replied, standing up, "We can go sit out on the front porch, I don't think anyone'll be there."

"Ok, lead the way." She stood up next to him; he could smell her perfume. She smelled like roses, only with more beauty. 

They worked their way outside, weaving in and out of the people standing, drinking, or making out. The walked out onto the porch, the air warm and still. They sat on the front step, silent, just enjoying the company. Chance had never met anyone like her, he felt completely at ease with her. He felt like he'd known her his whole life, the feeling of familiarity washed over him.

"I remember when I was living in Japan. I lived in the city, so the lights would make it impossible to see the stars. Now, I can't get enough of them. They are so beautiful, twinkling way up there, like angels. There are millions and millions of them, one for every person living on this earth. They are completely untouchable. Or so we think. I'm sure if we asked nicely, they'd come down." She looked at him and laughed, it sounded like music to his ears. 

"I'm sure you don't want to hear about all my stupid thoughts, though..." she trailed off, looking back up at the stars, the moonlight glowing off her skin. 

"Yeah I do, you're more interesting than the phoney people in there," he replied, looking up at the stars too. 

"Chance? Did you want to get out of here, maybe get a coffee?" She asked him, looking at him in such a way that there was no way he could say no. 

"Sure, where do you wanna go?"

"I know a place, come on, I have a car." She stood up and started walking down the stairs, not even bothering to say goodbye to anyone. He followed her; her mysteriousness intrigued him. They walked to her car:

"Come on, slow-poke" she winked and grabbed his arm, he nearly jumped at her light, silky touch. Her hands were so smooth, as they snaked around his lower arm. She doesn't realise how much this is turning me on, he thought. She removed her hand when they reached her car, so she could open the door. The car was a deep, fiery red; it matched her dress. She saw the way he was looking at her car, and said: 

"I bought it with the money I'd saved when I used to model. Trust me when I say, I couldn't buy such a nice car if I hadn't have modelled." She laughed.

"You were a model?" he asked.

"Yeah, when I lived in Switzerland. Apparently I was 'exotic', but then they told me I had to loose weight. I told them where to go." She laughed again, getting in the car and reaching over to open his door. He climbed in the car, the soft leather felt so cool touching his skin. 

"You don't need to loose weight, you're perfect..." he looked down at his hands. He couldn't believe he just said that, he could feel his face blushing. 

"Thank you..." She replied, also looking down. She tingled with excitement. Normally when guys told her she was beautiful, they just said that to try and get her into bed. She knew he meant it. She smiled to herself; he's so cute, she thought.

"Lets go, shall we?" She looked over towards the passenger seat, and grabbed his hand, giving it a light squeeze. He moved his glance to her face and smiled, almost in disbelief. She smiled back and removed her hand so she could move the clutch. Going along the road, they both sat in silence, not knowing what to say to each other, they were consummated with their thoughts for each other. Occasionally one of them would say something, but the conversation would soon cease, and they would return to companionable silence. Chance couldn't stop looking at her; she glowed with natural beauty. Her dark eyes sparkled with intelligence and good-humour, the way her dress showed off her cleavage, her long, silky legs...

"Chance?" He shook his head out of his trance, and looked at her. "We're here. Are you alright?" 

"Yeah, I'm fine." He got out of the car, and followed her into the café. It was nearly empty, the lighting dim, the interior decoration looked like something from Mexico. Lots of oranges, reds and yellows. He loved it immediately; the atmosphere was perfect. They sat at a table, the waiter handed them both a menu, and asked what they would like to drink. 

"I'll have a Lemon, Lime and Bitters, please." They both said at the same time. They laughed, blushed and looked away. The waiter laughed and after confirming their order, walked away to the kitchen. Chance looked at Mali and feeling bolder, reached out and grabbed her hand, lightly rubbing it with his thumb. She returned his gaze and smiled so sweetly that Chance could feel his heart skip a beat. She was so magnetic, he felt as though he could not look away. They sat, staring at each other before the waiter, bringing their drinks, interrupted them. He removed his hand and took a big gulp from the glass. He needed to cool down, and his mouth was dry.

"Chance? I..." Mali started, but a waiter, asking if they wanted to place a food order, interrupted her. Mali said they weren't hungry for the moment, and could they come back soon. Chance just looked at her, not knowing what she was up to. Mali started again. 

"Chance? I just wanted to say that I've been watching you in class, and I think you're really nice. Spending time with you now, I feel like I've known you my whole life. If you're not doing anything next Friday, I'd like to maybe, catch a movie or something." He nearly choked on the mouthful of drink he had in his mouth, but managed to keep himself together. He was in shock; he almost couldn't speak. The girl of his dreams just asked him out. He felt like jumping up and yelling it so loud that the world could hear.

"Mali, I'd love too..." He trailed off, not knowing what to say. She grabbed his hand and said:

"Lets get out of here." She pulled him out of his seat before he could even reply, took a $10 note out of her purse, gave it to the cashier, and led him outside to her car. When they reached her car, she pressed him against the drivers-side door and quickly kissed him. She pulled away and they just looked at each other. 

She smiled and said: "Sorry, I've wanted to do that for ages..." She laughed and he reached up to stroke her cheek. Cradling her face under the chin, he leant down and kissed her. Her lips felt so soft. She kissed him back with so much passion it took his breath away. Her tongue slipped into his mouth as they kissed deeper, their tongues exploring each other's mouths. Finally, she pulled away, pressing her body hard against his. He could feel her erect nipples grazing over his chest, her warm silky hands touching his neck.

"Maybe we should take this elsewhere..." she said, looking at him seductively with a hint of cheekiness, rubbing his shoulders over his t-shirt. 

"What do you have in mind?" He inquired, eyebrows raised with interest, a smile appearing on his face.

"Hmmmmm, I don't know...we could go back to my place. My housemate has gone home for the summer." Her eyes were now watching her hands, stroking his body through his clothes. One hand was at his chest, stroking his right nipple through his clothes, and the other had snaked under his t-shirt, and was stroking his belly. He exhaled slowly, as he moaned with pleasure. 

"Yeah, lets get outta here, before the world sees my level of arousal." He laughed, pulling out from underneath her, and walked around the car to the passenger-side door. He winked at her and she climbed in, and opened his door. He got a good look down her dress, and saw the outline of her perfect, round breasts. He felt his cock jump at this site, and hoped he could conceal his arousal from her. He climbed in quickly, and before he had even sat down properly, she had found his lips with hers. Her tongue licked lightly over his lips, over his gums and teeth, and finally his sensitive tongue. They continued to kiss, exploring each other's mouths and bodies. He slowly began stroking her thigh, with a light, feather-like touch. She felt so silky, and he travelled up only as far as he dared. By this time, she'd started stroking his cock through his pants, and he stifled a moan into her mouth, her tongue probing deeper into his hot, wet mouth. 

He pulled away from her, "Maybe we should stop until we get somewhere more comfortable." He could see the lust he felt for her mirrored in her eyes, he wanted to make love with her into they both writhed in ecstasy. She smiled, reading his thoughts, and started the engine. Even though in was a 10 minute drive to her house, she knew it would be a long ride.

They reached her house in record time, their lust and desire escalating further. She unlocked the front door and they quickly entered the house, kissing each other after she'd closed the door. They spent some time just standing in the front hall, kissing each other hungrily. He held her tight around her waist, pulling her close to his body. She pulled away and lifted his t-shirt over his head, running her hands over his body, pulling ever so lightly at hair covering his chest. He kissed her neck, licking and sucking tenderly over her jugular. She moaned loudly, kneading his biceps with her fingers. He backed her up onto the wall, and pressed against her body, kissing her mouth as he did so. 

"Oooh, this feels so good.." she moaned, holding tight onto his body, her knees going weak with pleasure. Her hands drifted down his body, until the reached the waist of his pants. She slowly began undoing his belt, pulling it off in one swift motion. He leant around her and teasingly played with the zipper of her dress.

"Yes, take it off, please..." She said breathlessly, curling her body into his, so he had better access. He undid the zipper and pushed the flimsy straps off her shoulders. The dress fell to the ground in a puddle, and she stepped out of it, kicking it aside with her feet. She pulled his body against hers, their warm flesh touching each others for the first time. They kissed each other deeply, increasing the heat, and Chance could feel his cock fighting against the fabric of his pants. He looked up, realising they were still in the hallway.

"Did we want to take this elsewhere?" He asked her, trying not to sound too desperate. 

She just smiled; taking his hands in hers, and lead him through the house to her bedroom. She looked at him, and then the bed, and after they both took off their shoes she starting to undo his pants. They were both now wearing just their underwear and were ravenously taking in each other's bodies. She kissed him gently, and walked over to the bed, climbing in under the black satin sheets.

"Are you coming in?" She asked him, seductively lying back against the pillows. In her red lace bra and panties, she looked like a Siren. A temptress seducing him into an unforgettable experience. He didn't need any encouragement; he walked quickly over to the other side of the bed, the silk sheets feeling so sensual, a cocoon of pleasure. He moved over, closer to her, and lay on his side, just looking at her. Her dark brown nipples stood erect under her bra, begging to be licked and sucked. Her hair falling around her face, framing its beauty and perfection. Her thong panty exposed her perfect, round arse. His erection was now full and hard, his boxer shorts straining to conceal it. 

She leant forward and hugged him tight, her curvaceous body heating him further. His hands moved around her body, to the clasp that kept her breasts hidden from his view. Her carefully pulled off her bra, exposing her beautiful globes. She kissed him hard on the lips, her tongue massaging his, while he busied his hands, stroking and kneading her breasts. The flesh was warm and soft, her nipples like press-studs; hard and small. He kissed down towards her left breast, leaving a moist trail of saliva. He reached her erect nipple and sucked it hungrily into his mouth, flicking the tip with his tongue. She moaned, arching her back and pulled his head into her breast. His kisses and licks felt so good it was almost painful. She dragged her fingernails over his back, playing with the band of his boxers. Her hands lightly caressing his back and sides, finding a ticklish spot that made him jump involuntarily. She giggled and pulled him up onto her, kissing him ravenously. Feeling his weight pressed hard against her felt so arousing, and she could feel her sexual tension rising. His rock-hard erection had slipped between her legs, and she could feel its warmth radiating onto to her wet pussy. 

She tugged at his boxer shorts, and he lifted his hips so she could pull them off. He now lay on his side, completely naked, next to her. She glanced down at his enormous cock; she could see the head was shiny with pre-cum. He reached over and pulled off her thong panty, she lifted her hips, helping him to pull them off. He could see her pussy, her mound covered with dark hair, the lips glistening with wetness. He felt his cock throb, reacting to her beautiful body. He rolled over, pulling her on top of him. 

"You're so sexy, Mali." Chance said stroking her ebony hair. 

"So are you, Chance. This feels so good." She replied, kissing his neck. She found a spot on his chest that had no hair, and kissed it gently. She could feel the vibrations of his heart beating. He shuddered with pleasure at her kisses, moaning under his breath. She moved back up to his body, kissing up to his ear. She began lightly tugging at his earlobe with her teeth, sucking the flesh. 

"I want to feel you inside me." She whispered into his ear, leaning away so she could see his reaction. He looked up at her beautiful face, his mouth suddenly dry again.

"Are you...sure?" He asked her.

"I am so sure." She leant down, kissing his lips, rolling over, so he was now on top. She reached down, guiding his cock to her wet pussy; it slipped inside in one swift motion. She wrapped her legs around his waist pulling him close, her hips bucking up to meet his. He slowly began trusting into her, pushing deeper and deeper, until he could feel his cockhead touching her cervix.

"Oooh, this feels so good, do it harder." She pulled him closer, as he thrust into her harder. 

"Oh Chance..." She exclaimed, "Chance! Chance!" She was moaning loudly now, calling his name. He'd never felt so good; she was so tight, so wet.

"Chance!"

He opened his eyes, the brightness making it hard to see at first. He saw a dark silhouette of a man in front of him. It was Mr Johnson, calling his name. Class had finished and everyone had left.

"If you're going to keep falling asleep in my class, then I'd rather you not turn up." He said sternly. 

Chance slowly stood up, his legs felt weak. He looked out of the classroom door as he packed up his books, and he saw Mali standing at her locker. She turned around and looked at him. She gave him a quick wink and walked off, heading towards the Caf. He looked down and shook his head. Pity it was only a dream.

Malicious Intent



His home was shadow, nestled away from sight, hidden. Even the blinding bolts of lightening that wrecked havoc outside could not illuminate the features of his body as he moved about the room, silently, brushing past the white-laced curtains that fluttered ferociously in the wind. He circled the bed, watching her through dark, smoldering eyes, absorbing every detail of her body into his mind. He listened to the labored breathing; the slow, gasping breaths she took. He smiled satisfactorily as the terror crept across her pale face. Even as her body began to writhe violently and her chest pound, she slept, lost in a nightmare of his making.

He knew exactly what she felt – the absolute horror of dying – and he savored every moment. He had known her fear ever since her childhood and he played his malicious influence upon her mind, forcing her to relive that memory of almost dying; he kept her at the pinnacle of her distress, that moment when she had lost all hope and her lungs were filling with water. He was on the shore, watching from the darkness of the trees; mesmerized by her struggle to remain afloat, and that expression on her face - uninhibited terror - it was what drew him to her. He had wanted to get closer, to see death overtake her, but he crept too near, and her eyes found his, cried out to him; he could not turn away from her pleading gaze; the look of fear in her eyes stirred something deep within him; and in the end, he had dragged her to safety, leaving her at the river bank, shivering and coughing up water.

He did not stay to ensure her safety; the village was close, and the villagers would have killed him if he were seen. So he escaped back to his shadows. The villager who arrived summoned the others, and they took the young child to her mother, her body limp and cold, but still a murmur of life could be heard. She was nursed back to health, and it was not until weeks later that the village elders were summoned to the mother’s house. They encircled the child as she lay asleep upon the straw mat, her skin had become paler in the candlelight, and they saw what was to be feared - a mark, in the shape of a hand gripping her, pulling her by the wrist. The air grew heavy with an uncertain dread. He had touched her, enough to leave his taint upon her; she was bound to his curse now, to be his upon her death. When she had awakened, she could not remember anything, and the village elders felt it wise to remain that way. She was sent away with her mother, to find refuge in the more populated cities, to hide from him. Thus she grew into adulthood unaware of what had transpired; those who kept the secret had long since passed away.

He, however, had not forgotten.

The wind lashed violently against the window shutters as he continued to circle the bed. Crimson silk sheets drew itself around her body, her frantic movements imprinted onto the fabric. Her hands gripped the silken sheets, fingers digging into the bed. Her body arched itself, rising up to the ceiling; the muscles tensed, starved for oxygen, reaching out as if to rise above the waves for that last breath of air. Her face became flushed, the red lipstick she wore lusciously highlighted against her pale countenance. The long dark hair tossed about her face, strands resting only momentarily before being whipped in another direction by her body movements.

He released his clenched fist slightly, and her body began to fall back into the bed; a trace of precious air finding its way to her mouth, invigorating her lungs just enough to soothe her quivering body from the forceful spasms that traveled its way through her. His slender, coarsely textured fingers unwrapped completely, and she immediately stopped struggling, her breath returning easily now, her body slowly releasing its anxiety. Her breasts rose majestically as she took deep breaths, sleeping soundly as her body recuperated.

His eyes burned with a fierce intensity as he contemplated his next move. Watching her struggle for life had an intoxicating effect upon him, he craved more, wanted to gaze upon the fear; but deeper within something new took life. He could sense the new arousal in him, to inflict that pain upon her, to become the source of her suffering. He hovered above her, his dark shape foreboding against the raging storm outside. He averted his eyes to his palm momentarily, staring at the clay doll he held so reverently. His thumb rubbed the soft, golden clay and he could sense her presence in it, faint, but he knew her spirit well. From the small leather pouch upon his waist, he removed a sharp stone, and bringing it close to her face, he cut a few locks of her hair, very carefully, as to not brush his body against hers. 

He inhaled the scent of her hair, and pressed the soft locks to his lips, kissing it before wetting the strands with his saliva. From his pouch he took out a small parcel wrapped in leaves. He undid the string around the leaves, and from within took a small amount of damp clay which he adhered to the locks of hair before placing both upon the head of the doll. His fingers were nimble and nurturing as he pressed the clay together, his hands moving about the doll most lovingly, whispering an enchantment in a passionate and strange tongue. He worked the two pieces of clay into one solid form, and her hair flowed from the head of the doll. He took a dark powder from his pouch next, and removing the silk coverlet from her body, sprinkled it upon the lips of her sex. 

Her body let out a sigh as the powder took effect, drawing the warmth of her blood to her inner thighs, arousing her body. She felt the sexual teasing inside but still she slept. Her body was giving way to him. He carefully parted her legs wider, and he could smell the heat of her arousal, the scent that called to him, tempting him to feast, to consume her. He fought the alluring vision of nestling himself between her thighs and tasting the sweet nectar; instead, he slowly watched as she became wetter, transfixed by her body’s slow, deliberate movements. When he could see the moisture of her sex glistening, shining against her lips, he drew his hand close, and ran his finger along her, parting the opening even more, absorbing her wetness onto his finger. Her body arched itself toward his touch, seeking the warm, phallic instrument again. He withdrew from her, his body slinking away lucidly until he stood again at the foot of her bed, his fingers still wet with her aroma. He rubbed her wetness against his thumb and forefinger, and began to bathe the doll in her sexuality. He massaged the warm liquid into the doll, intensely focused on the task at hand; he poured himself into the doll’s power. When he had completed the task, the clay doll took on a new life. Its luster became deeper and shined richly, lacquered with her sweetness.

He took the remaining powder from his pouch and sprinkled it upon the doll, again chanting lyrics that seemed to seduce in their resonance. He cradled the doll in his hands, and closed his eyes for a moment, binding his desire to the doll. He opened his eyes and ran his finger along the full length of the doll, and watched her body, studying it as she responded – she stretched herself upon the bed, feeling the line he traced upon the doll. His soft thumb rubbed the doll’s neck, and she turned her head to the side, feeling a warm hand caress the soft nape of her neck, slowly and steadily. He continued to course his hands over the doll’s body, and watched hungrily as she felt the seduction being played upon her. The effects of the powder on her were short-lived, but that did not matter any longer. Her arousal was her own now, burning hotter and fiercer than any magic could hope to accomplish.

Something inside consumed him, his hunger came to the surface and he pressed his hand upon the doll’s chest, almost breaking the clay… he saw her go breathless, feeling the crushing blow upon her breasts, seeing the panic in her face, the pain as she tried to struggle free of the overwhelming weight. Only very slowly did he release his grip; her body panting, her face distraught, wracked with conflicting emotions. His hands found their way between the doll’s thighs, cupping her sex, stroking. She felt the sensation in her body, of his hands protecting her, so intimately holding her. And then she felt his finger pressing against her sex, forcing its way in, sliding against her lips. She began to moan and buck against the pleasure his hand gave. Her arousal began to stir his own dark desires, and he moved towards the bed, his eyes fixed upon her body. His eyes gleamed in the darkened room and his member rose. Her body writhed with the invisible pleasure. He straddled her, his weight pressed upon her hips, but she did not take notice. She continued to buck, now suppressed by his body upon hers.

He positioned himself above her, his cock pressed against her sex, probing her lips. He drew her hands above her head, clasping them forcefully in his grip, and he whispered the word to wake her from his spell. Her sepia eyes opened, beholding the dark figure above her; before she could react he entered into her, hard, impaling her with his member. Fear consumed her as lust did, and her hips began to move in unison with his thrusts; she was possessed by the feeling of herself on the verge of coming, riding him as the pleasure mounted in her. His hand clenched around the doll, pressing down hard on it, and the sensation of being crushed fell upon her again; her body became tensed, her sex pressing against his cock, holding him fast within her. He did not stop this time. He held the doll between their grasp, his hand surrounding hers, bearing down on both her hand and the doll. His strength upon the doll caused her cry out in pain, to scream as she felt herself being crushed. He gazed into her eyes, watching the terror fill them. He saw it again, that look that drew him to her, absolute fear, and he found himself thrusting into her harder, pleasuring her as she was gripped by fright.

He could feel himself about to come, and he pulled her hands beneath her, still clenching the doll; he released his grip upon it for a moment, just long enough for her orgasm to begin; and then he held her tightly, his body pressed heavily upon her, anchoring her orgasm within her, and she exploded within herself; he felt her draw him into her, and he could feel himself about to climax, pumping himself into her as the orgasm flowed through her body. His hands bore down on the doll, crushing it to a powder, and he came as the ecstasy of her orgasm exploded into her last moment of life; the euphoria on her face transformed into sheer terror as she died, looking into his eyes that took everything from her. His orgasm continued, fueled by the terror in her eyes and the convulsions of her body.

He withdrew himself from inside of her, and gazed upon her lying motionless upon the sheets. The mark on her wrist now grew, overtaking her body. He smiled satisfactorily, waiting for his taint to consume her, for his seed to take control of her body. She would be resurrected into his life, only serving him. He would take from her again, that terror, that fear that intoxicated him.



Malicious Intent



Parking my 4x4 at the corner of the street I switched off the ignition and doused the lights. I paused. Silence. The small Texas town was quiet... undisturbed. The moon lighting the scene with it's ghostly white.

I retrieved an item from the glove-compartment and opened the door, stepping out into the cool night air. I looked about me. No-one. Alone. Quickly I locked the car-door and pocketed the keys before briskly walking down the pavement towards my destination clutching the dark object in my hand.

I know which house was hers. I do my homework well. As I approached I tried, in as much as possible to stay with the shadows. Watching... alert... listening. A few streets away a dog howled in the night. I froze... listening intently. I saw her Trans-Am parked in the driveway and stepped alongside. Carefully, in case the car had a touch-sensitive alarm, I touched the bonnet.... cool to the touch. Good! She's been home hours.... she'll be in bed and out of the way.

I took the object and unfolded it. A black hood with jagged holes cut for my eyes and mouth. I slipped it on as I approached the darkened house. In the safety of the shadows I watched and listened. The only movement being the scudding of silent clouds across the face of the moon.

It was so quiet.... I could hear my own breathing.

Stepping towards the first window I ran my fingers around the frame checking to see if she had left it insecure. Nothing... not even a crack. I cursed... stepping towards the second window. Better! She'd left it slightly ajar. I reached into my pocket and withdrew a sharp blade. Reaching inside I managed to dislodge the catch form the clip and the window swung open. I hesitated..... listening.

Quickly and silently I climbed upon the window-ledge, my eyes peering into the darkness of the room. Slowly I entered the room, cautious not to make a sound in the unfamiliarity. Silence... just the beating of my heart... thumping in my chest.

As my eyes became accustomed to the dark I glanced around the room. A large sofa and chairs illuminated by the moonlight from the window. A portrait upon the wall and the reflection from the television. I grinned in the darkness... that was what I was after! The TV and video equipment. Yes..... I'd get a good price for those!

I stepped forward, eager in my quest.

CRASH!!!!

Something hit the floor as I collided with a coffee-table in the darkness. I caught my breath... my ears straining for sounds from upstairs. Did a bed-spring creak? Was I to be discovered? I waited for what seemed an eternity. A click. A light shining under the hallway door. Someone was coming! A rush of panic swept over me like a chilly blanket. Quick! I moved quickly into the gap behind the sofa and crouched there in the darkness. A footfall on the stairs! I crouched lower still.

I saw the handle turning and the door swung open flooding that end of the room in light from the hallway. She stepped into view. Long dark hair that cascaded over her shoulders and half-way down her back. A white negligee wrapped her curves but so short I could see her fine legs. But I knew then that, despite my hiding place... I'd be discovered as soon as she turned in my direction.

She stepped forward and saw the fallen ashtray and bent down to retrieve the cigarette-butts from the rug, her posture revealing her round pale ass-cheeks clad in the briefest panties. I saw my chance and leapt from my hiding-place catching her around the waist. She squealed in surprise but my other hand clamped across her mouth silencing her as I wrestled her to the floor.

She struggled within my grasp but she was no match for my weight and strength. She wriggled her hips trying to get out from under me but my powerful thighs straddled her hips. She couldn't escape. Her soft breasts rippled under her semi-transparent negligee. My face so close to hers I could smell her perfume. "Do not struggle", I hissed. "Do not scream! I am not here to hurt you!"

Her struggles subsided and I relaxed my grip over her mouth and wrist. She sobbed for breath... her breasts rising and falling beneath her negligee.

"What do you want?", she asked meekly. "I have no valuables... I have nothing worth taking."

"Oh but you have", I retorted, my greedy hands cupping her breasts through the sheer material and squeezing. "You have lots for the taking!"

I grabbed the flimsy garment with both hands at the neckline and tore it downwards revealing her throat and the upper surfaces of those ripe tits. Again.... her charms spilling into view. With modesty she grasped the two pieces of torn fabric attempting to cover her loveliness. I grabbed her wrists in one hand reaching across onto the sofa to take a leather belt discarded there and quickly bound her wrists together pushing them roughly above her head and trapping the strong leather under the front leg of the sofa.

Her ripe melons defenceless for my enjoyment. I leaned forward and took her nipple in my mouth sucking greedily. First one... then the other... nipping her buds with my teeth. Making them swell with excitement and anger.

"Please... don't hurt me", she whimpered.

I laughed and leaned back just a little to look her in the eye. "I ain't gonna hurt you, my hot victim", I retorted. "But I'm sure as hell gonna fuck you!"

She struggled. Her hips wriggled about beneath me. She pulled upon the restraint around her slender wrists but I knew she couldn't get away. And I knew that, in a few minutes her soft pussy would be wrapped around my shaft.

I shifted my weight lower on her body, grasping the remnants of her negligee and tugged them away with one swift pull. I reached into my pocket to retrieve my blade once more. Slowly and deliberately slipping the blade beneath the waistband of her panties... the material succumbing to the sharp steel. I gripped the white silk and pulled slowly.... the slinky-white slipping across the globes of her ass and, as her pink lips came into view she pleaded. "No... please... please don't!". But her creamy white thighs remained open revealing the object of my horny desire.

Casually I stood between those lush thighs and unbuckled my belt... pulling my faded jeans and boxers down to reveal my thick, hard cock. I looked her straight in the face and stroked my shaft. "Yes, baby! I'm gonna fuck you with this. I'm gonna fuck your cunt!

She whimpered but her thighs remained open... inviting me. I knelt between her open thighs and leaned forward to press my weight upon her. My cock nudged against the opening of her slit and I pushed my cock deep within her folds. Slowly I withdrew until just the tip penetrated her forbidden gash. Then I thrust in hard and deep. Again, my belly slapping against her soft, yielding body. Again.... pumping my thick shaft in and out of her soft body. Deep... hard... fast. Fucking her slit as my hands grasped her slender arms. My voice a harsh hiss in her ear, "I'm gonna fuck you! I'm gonna fuck you hard until I cum! And I know you want it too!!!

She whimpered once more but I could feel her hips thrusting up to meet my pumping. "Yes... my horny bitch! I'm gonna fill you with my spunk!"

I lifted my weight from her, moving my knees to crouch between her open legs, my hairy thighs touching her ass-cheeks as I roughly grabbed her calves to lift them up onto my shoulders, I grabbed her hips and continued to thrust almost savagely into her cunt. Harder! Faster!

Thrusting as deep as my thick cock could. Plunging into her pink gash. I was close to my release. Close to filling her cunt with my cum! Faster! Harder! Fucking! "I'm gonna....!" My cock jerked inside her soft folds as my cum shot deep within her! ARghghh!! Yes!!

Filling your pussy with my seed! Arghghh!! Fuck!! Splashing the walls of your cunt with my thick white cream!! ArghghhhYES!!! YES!! My hips grinding my cock deep inside you as my final drops trickle into your hot, little muff!

Relaxed... satisfied... complete. I leaned back a little... my sticky cock slipping from her cunt.

"Well my darling.... was it all you imagined it to be?"

She grinned. "Of course it was Stan. But next time can you find something different to use instead of that belt? It's really hurting my wrists now! Undo me please."

I reached forward to remove the restraints around her wrist and she sat up, rubbing the red marks upon her wrists. She stood, glancing at the cigarette-butts still there upon the rug.

She gave me a sly look.

"And don't you think you oughtta vacuum the carpet before you come to bed?"



Malicious Intent



~Note from Crab~

First of all, Alice, calling your friends 'slaves' is silly, second of all, Malice and Malena, you're little Skyrim stuff, done, here, eat! Also, I am back after a rather harsh sickness! But not even a cold can't keep Crab down!

~End of note from Crab, drawing of crab~

*****

Behind any invading force is a tyrant, a creature sadistic enough to plunge both the faithful and the foolish into danger against innocuously innocent individuals. Justification often comes from reasons a-plenty, religion strays the sword from the neck of the guilty and greedy to that of the poor and needy, ideologies pluck eyes for a mind's desire of freedom, but what happens when the sole purpose of such an invasion is a selfish one, what's the world to say when one's own desires starts such a bloodshed. 

Within the now desecrated walls of Whiterun, where the guards of the old were replaced with objectified women of pleasure, scantily clad individuals with the sole purpose to serve and protect. Malice stood by the bloodied throne, her lust-inducing slender figure hidden by a robe, a pulled hood over her head hiding most of it, renegade strands of hair escaping on the sides.

On the once honorable throne sat Malena, barely clothed in what could be described as the cannibalized version of iron armor. Plates were missing, her abdomen fully revealed, leading up to her breasts, hidden from public view by interlocking chain, pushing them against each other to create a lovely cleavage. The same material hid her crotch, leaving the woman's thighs fully revealed, the same thighs that now were crossed. Leaning back and looking towards Malice, she'd ask "What now, mistress?".

"Follow me to my quarters, you've earned this reward, finally." Said Malice, these words making Malena's mind quickly turn to darker thoughts, the sight of her lover naked, a sight she was rewarded with rarely. Before she got up, Malice was already gone, but nonetheless, after adjusting her clothing, still feeling slightly ashamed to walk with such an attire, even though the guards were all not paying any attention, listening only to Malice.

The chamber was different, as it were every time she'd dare to visit it, but one thing caught her eye. Among the silken curtains, almost camouflaging itself into it, was Malice's robe. This acted as fuel, Malena shifting as she walked, almost feeling herself aroused from the simple fact that the woman did not have her robe on. The chamber's darkness had Malena tap about to feel where she was walking, almost stumbling into the sharp, dangerous furniture the goddess had about. 

It wasn't long before she saw something that aroused her even more, Malice's undergarment set upon the ground. Scurrying to it like a thirsty animal to water, she dared to grasp it, her cheeks meeting the panties that she rubbed against her face, sniffing them a tad before placing them down. This made her delve deeper into the chamber.

Almost falling into it, Malena's eyes were met with a circular pool made into the stone floor with intricate wooden lining, candles shedding their light to this bathing area. Malice was inside of it, leaning against the edge and watching Malena. The woman's shapes were displayed, her tall figure giving a slightly edge to her curves, a curve followed by her smile. Crimson lips parted to say "Come in, dear." 

An instant trigger for Malena to start undoing her armor. The dark haired woman shoved her armor aside, her frame less modest than Malice's, a slightly more toned body speaking volumes of Malena's warrior past and her abilities in combat. Quickly jumping in to the pool, she swam to Malice, embracing the woman. Malice's wet, red hair was scrambled aside by her clawed fingers, the same fingers that traced about Malena's neck.

"You're amazing." Whispered Malena, now in heaven, not only seeing, but touching her lover naked. These two sat against each other on the side of the pool for a tad, Malena's grasp almost leaving Malice out of breath, a clawed finger lifting Malena's chin. With eyes locked, Malice's snake tongue slipped out on the side of her mouth, quickly giving a tickle to her lover's lips, pillows of speech parted to have the two engage in a kiss.

"You're not wearing your collar." Malice remarked, breaking the kiss by placing her finger against Malena's lips. Malena shifted her eyes aside, trying to whimper something before her neck was entrapped within the grasp of a red leather collar, the tight grip of an enchanted artifact designed by Malice herself. Feeling a rush of lust, Malena's cheeks blushed.

Malice's fingers locked against Malena's hair, holding the woman's head backwards to expose her lover's neck. She didn't try to defend herself much, instead placing her hands on Malice's shoulders, accepting the violent kissing session and bites that Malice did to Malena's neck before pushing the woman's head under the water, holding her there.

"While my army was fighting off Stormcloaks, you were out playing!" Malice's words causing Malena's arms to flail as she panicked, having been released only moments from drowning. Resurfacing, breathing went out of rate as she gasped for air, Malice getting out of the pool and staring down at her lover, a leash extending from her arm to Malena's collar, tugging on it. 

Struggling, Malena followed, more dragged on the floor than walking, to Malice's bed. "You have to be punished and learn that your place is next to me. Ow, what is this, it's that cute dragon tail you made out of dragon bones for yourself?" Malice licking the tip of her claw and striding it against the uneven end of the tail, looking at Malena. "Well, let's turn it to your tail." These words made Malena struggle a bit. She did not disagree with her punishment, but the pain of having a dragon's bone shoved up her anus was more than unbearable. 

Things didn't calm down, Malena forced to stand up and look at her tail, a tail she felt control upon now. "You won't be able to ever take it off unless I say otherwise, wonder how long it'll be until you'll need to use the bathroom." Malice's clothing formed upon her in a quick motion, Malena's collar still inducing lust on her, one hand out and a whimper alerting Malice of this fact.

"Endure it. Unless you want me to put you into a chastity belt, you'll endure the lust for the weeks to come without release, you'd do that for me love, wouldn't you?" Malice's statement meet with a docile nod from Malena. The two started walking outside to greet their army, not before Malena was forced into even tighter armor as punishment, her hand often pushing the tail in and out a tad to cause herself pleasure.



Malicious Malice



To my readers, please feel free to leave feedback for me so that I know that you liked my stories, what you would like to see, and perhaps maybe suggest one. Please also vote on how you liked it, every vote does count. If you'd like to read it over and over again, favorite it and come back to enjoy it like an old friend. I look forward to hearing from you...K'Anne



Merriam Webster states the definition of Malicious: having or showing a desire to cause harm to someone: given to, marked by, or arising from malice.

Alice couldn't remember ever feeling so deeply angry. In the months since her sister's murder and subsequent investigation the police had determined some random man had strangled her sister in the act of sex. The fact that there were numerous calls to the Senator's private cell phone had been ignored; in fact anything and everything regarding the Senator's involvement had been swept under the rug. Not that Alice was surprised. 

Alice had known that the police would do nothing about this case. Her sister had been classified as a cheap woman who had gotten in over her head and slept with a prominent married man. That she had been killed, possibly by that married man didn't faze them. Senator Edwards was above the law. Alice had known that the minute she watched the video of her sister and the man having sex together. He was violent and got off on her hurting her. What angered her most was that he merrily went on his way sure that he was invincible. He had done this before she was certain, he would do it again. It would only be a matter of time. 

In the months following the murder, no leads had come up of course and the murder remained unsolved. Alice had known immediately it was up to her to even the odds, to take care of it in a way only she knew how. The months since then, her enforced solitude, coping with her sister's estate, had allowed her to think, to really think about the what and the how of taking care of this situation. Her anger stemmed from his arrogance. Sure, she could simply kill him and make it look like an accident to the point where no suspicion would ever fall on her shoulders, but she wanted him to suffer, she wanted him to have it in his head that he didn't get away with anything, and that Constance had mattered. She wanted the Senator or rather the Senator's to suffer and this required careful planning.

Constance had been a fluffy arm ornament to many men. She had married several times for their money alone and inherited all. It had been rumored that she was a black widow but it had never been proven. She deserved justice and Alice was going to see that she got it. No one involved in this fiasco was going to go unpunished.

The estate had settled in a relatively short time. The homes that Constance had owned were up for sale and one already in escrow. The government had held out its hand as expected and received their inheritance tax, now they were waiting for the sale of the houses for the rest of their share. This too angered Alice and she was pleased that she had the foresight to of removed any trace of the millions in her sister's other accounts, she had the access, she had invested those funds for years. The government would never see a dime of that money; it was all carefully tucked away in investments and accounts overseas and the trails to it so convoluted that no one would ever suspect or find it. 

Not once in all that time had the Senator's contacted her and in a way she was grateful. It didn't bother her conscience in the least about what she was planning. But then, she wasn't sure she had a conscience.

She watched the disk for the thousandth time, noting the seduction in the bedroom and the various camera angles, someone else had to be involved as the disk had been edited to include the best shots of Ken Edwards as he screwed her sister. He painfully thrust into her to hear her scream and slowly choked off her life in a game of auto-erotic asphyxiation, but he had squeezed too hard as he came, howling and enjoying the sensations that she caused and aroused in him, he had snapped her neck and by the time he realized it had been too late, all of this was on the disk, a snuff film with her sister and Senator Ken Edwards as participants. She had watched it so many times she had it memorized.

The other disks contained lovemaking with various women, several of them prominent women in their own right and were recognized by Alice but only a few of Senator Cecilia Edwards with herself. She had watched all of them. She hadn't realized the determined faces she made as she made love to a woman. It gave her insight into her own sexual being and techniques. Not once had Cecilia ever let Alice cum first, instead it was always about Cecilia first and always, she was a totally selfish lover. Alice hadn't minded, for her it had been a means to an end and she had enjoyed herself. Now she was going to enjoy herself first, before the Senator, and not in a manner in which Cecilia would consider.

One of the disks though provided her with a clue to the identity of another party involved in this. One of Senator Edwards's bodyguards had participated in a three way. His burly arms and sculpted body were all that could be seen on disk but his long hair in a ponytail had been a dead giveaway. Alice could well imagine him disposing of her sister's dead body in the manner in which she had been found. The number of women that the Senator had bopped in these disks made Alice realize it was all an ego trip for the Senator, another notch on his bedpost, one more wouldn't matter and the accidental death of Constance was just an inconvenience that needed someone to make go away. This bodyguard had probably been willing to help in any way he could, maybe for more of the action, maybe for a tremendous paycheck, maybe he was blackmailing the Senators. She momentarily wondered if there had been others, some with even less to lose than her sister. Alice didn't care, they would all pay eventually, but she wondered how many 'unsolved' crimes were implicated on the disks.

Alice had spent her time carefully building a detailed portfolio on both of the Senator's as well as several of their closest staff. Some of her methods would be frowned on by anyone enforcement but then so would the results if they knew it was her. She had to be careful so that eventually when this all came out, and it would, that no one could accuse her of anything.

Alice had made one more trip two months after the murder to the mansion. Choosing a time when she knew the Senators were supposedly on vacation to Hawaii. It also meant that a few carefully chosen bodyguards would accompany the couple. Alice was pleased when she found out from a greased palm that the bodyguard in question, Damion Rivera would be one of those going along. The information she had accumulated on him would have raised eyebrows in anyone's books. He had been raised in the projects and become a thug but had educated himself out of the hood and somehow come into contact with a young Ken Edwards. He had been with the Edwards ever since, through their meteoric rise in the Senate, their subsequent fairytale marriage, their continued political careers, he had been in the background, supposedly guarding them.

The trip into the mansion had assured Alice how active or as the case may be how inactive the Senator's private room had been since the murder. She didn't know if there were other places but she didn't quite care at the moment and had followed Ken Edwards several times as well as Damion Rivera but with no luck. She installed in the computers a device that sent out a signal and transmitted the video footage to a computer she installed in her own office. It allowed her to see how little activity there really was lately. She had also installed several devices that should she wish would blow up this tiny room and whomever inside it when she was ready. Another camera had been installed, this one taking pictures of whomever was in the tiny video room to give her further evidence in her own case against the Senators. It showed not only the camera monitors but whoever was controlling the images and later doing the editing. Apparently her theft of the disks had been noted, the locks had all been changed but not their habits and as Alice had a unique set of skills it didn't take long to get through their security measures and obtain the information she needed.

A large file now was accumulating about Cecelia Edwards, Ken Edwards, and a smaller one about Damion Rivera. She had small files about the victims that she could identify and she deliberately kept Constance's equally small to show no favoritism or inside information. She had copies ready at the appropriate time of the documents, pictures, and video's. She had left quite a few of the sex tapes intact, including the ones of her sister. They showed times and dates and a lot of damaging information, all of which would come out at the appropriate time.

After accumulating her evidence, Alice put plans in motion. She first began appearing at functions, society functions, political functions, parties that would ensure that her presence was noted, her appearance gossiped about in the right circles, and signaled that she must be coming out of mourning for her dearly departed sister. Gossip alone would travel through these circles. The political functions alone would get information back to the Senators and while she didn't seek them out deliberately, it would pave the way for an 'accidental' meeting.

It was at the Young Republicans of Los Angeles County Garden Party that Alice 'bumped' into Senator Cecelia Edwards. Alice was introduced by her 'friend' Zee Lirank, a young activist who counted herself lucky to be with this attractive and older woman and hoped it would lead to more than a casual friendship. She also knew that Alice was extraordinarily rich and she hoped would help with generous donations to the Republican Party. Zee, an active member was thrilled at Alice's incredible mind and obvious interest in bettering America from the ground up. She was excited that the Senator would be speaking at this particular event.

"Isn't she fascinating" she gushed to Alice as she talked throughout the various speeches.

Alice was amused; her young friend was so enthusiastic and so easily manipulated. Alice hadn't heard any of the speeches as Zee provided gossip and chatter throughout. She didn't mind and occasionally something Zee contributed was useful. Zee had no idea that Alice barely paid attention to her as she looked through her with glazed eyes. Zee found her yellow eyes fascinating, intriguing, and was hoping she was sufficiently interested that perhaps, finally, after a few weeks of 'seeing' each other that they might take the next step in their relationship. Alice knew of her adoration and hopes and gave her no reason to believe otherwise. She turned back to the Senator's boring and ineffective speech. God, didn't anyone else write this dribble for her? She was positively boring!

After the speeches the general socialization was why the crowd actually came. A buffet table at the end would easily have fed an entire soup kitchen for a week as waiters and waitresses circled among the guests with drinks and additional offerings. Alice eyed the waste distastefully but kept her well-schooled face impassive as several people welcomed her to this function.

"Ah, Ms. Weaver, have you met our esteemed speaker Senator Edwards?" one of the women she had just met this afternoon introduced her.

Alice saw no reason to not acknowledge the Senator and smiled, to the world a genuine one, to the Senator, a predatory one "yes actually, we have met several times" she held out her hand to shake the Senators "how are you Senator Edwards?"

Cecelia felt her heart beating hard; it had been months since she had enjoyed another person as much as she had with Alice. She hadn't found anyone as thorough, committed, or exciting and she missed her. She had even consented to having sex with Ken a few times to appease her constant itch but nothing, no one had tired her or so thoroughly exhausted her as Alice. She was thrilled to see her after all this time and her hand shook slightly as it squeezed meaningfully.

Alice took note of not only the shaking but the squeeze and met Cecelia's eye squarely, knowingly. She returned the squeeze slightly before glancing back at their audience.

"It has been a while Ms. Weaver, how are you doing?" Cecelia asked in a concerned voice that only Alice and she knew was false.

"I'm doing well, I get a long" Alice answered truthfully with only a hint of sadness.

To their audience it was two acquaintances making idle chit chat at one of these political meetings, but to the both of them they knew it was a dance that had started. For Cecelia it meant the possibility of going to bed with this beautiful, sexy, and exciting woman again. For Alice, it meant she might exact revenge for the death of her sister, for the death of the cop turned investigator who had been this woman's lover and whose son now had the vision of his dead body in his psyche and burned forever in his brain. There were more, there were others that Alice could lay at this woman's feet and her husband's. This dance was one that Alice alone would lead in and come out the victor.

Idle chit chat brought the others into their group, there were many people who wanted to meet the Senator, shake her hand, and get to know her. It would provide gossip for weeks and to say they had actually 'met' the Senator was a coup that many needed for their social status quo.

The call came in later in the week after the garden party. Alice had been expecting it and certainly wasn't surprised to see Cecelia Edwards personal cell come up on her caller I.D.

"Hello" her sensually sexy voice answered the phone.

Cecelia's gut clenched, something about this woman did things for her, deliciously naughty and dirty things. "Hello Alice, I'm so glad we ran into each other the other day, I've missed you" she said with the proper amount of 'let's be friends' tone. All carefully controlled, all carefully calculated they both knew "I was hoping we could get together for dinner sometime this week?" 

Alice knew the game they were both playing but Cecelia didn't realize her 'mark' was very well aware of the manipulations that were being laid, she could almost hear the desire in Cecelia's voice after the many months' hiatus they had between them. The woman was in heat and Alice knew she had to carefully play with this woman. "I was pleased to see you too Cecelia, it had been a while."

Cecelia could feel the caress of Alice's voice; she couldn't wait to see her, to be with her.

"I'd like dinner too, where would you like to meet?" Alice continued.

They agreed to meet at a restaurant in Los Angeles that would insure the Senator's and Alice's privacy. They both arrived and time and Alice returned the smile that Cecelia gave her as well as the fake kiss on her cheek. To anyone that might be watching it was two women meeting for lunch, the kiss kiss to the cheek a normal routine thing in LA. 

"How have you been?" Cecelia asked with almost genuine concern.

Alice felt like asking 'why don't you cut the bull, you just want to screw me' but instead answered "I'm fine, really, I'm fine" and managed to make it sound almost as genuine as Cecelia's concern.

They ate a delightful lunch with all the usual fake conversations that women will often play at. Cecelia had no idea though that Alice was better at this game than she, that she would be playing the hold out card for the final and ultimate game. Alice wasn't surprised when Cecelia surreptitiously handed her a hotel key card and murmured "I've missed you" meaningfully.

Alice was surprised at how quickly Cecelia had moved but at the same time, all her cards were in play, she had was ready, or was she? She thought rapidly and didn't want to seem too eager. "When?" she breathed throatily as her leg 'accidentally' brushed against the Senator's. Alice was pleased to see Cecelia jump slightly at the sensation. This was going to be easier than she thought, the woman was in heat and Alice was certain she could scent her.

"Tonight?" Cecelia asked anxiously, all her senses were alert, she had been thinking about this woman constantly since she had seen her at the garden party.

Alice smiled as she took a drink of her water and shook her head slightly, it didn't pay to be too anxious with this particular woman. She glanced around as though she didn't care in the least that Cecelia was anxious.

"When?" Cecelia breathed back impatiently.

Alice shrugged as though she didn't care; she knew that Cecelia would be begging for it in a moment if she wanted her to.

"Alice" Cecelia said almost desperately, painfully.

Alice took pity on her or as much as she was willing to give her. It didn't really matter did it? She looked at the woman who while attractive, was also self-righteous, opinionated, and self-serving, what right did she have to manipulate lives for her own self-gratification. For a moment her yellow eyes flashed and Cecelia saw the danger lurking in them, it excited her more if that were possible. "Tomorrow night?" Alice muttered.

She saw out of the corner of her eye the waiter returning and Cecelia's nod as she said brightly "we will have to do that soon" in a false voice.

"Yes, that would be lovely" Alice said just as falsely as the waiter asked if they wanted to see a desert menu. Neither did and he left carrying a couple of their used dishes with him.

"About 7?" Cecelia muttered as she took a drink.

Alice nodded with a grin as her yellow eyes squinted slightly in appraisal of the Senator.

More of Malicious Malice is available elsewhere if you'd like to write me for the rest...

Book #5 is coming soon...Masterful Malice



~ K'Anne ;-P



Malik The Vampire Prince



"I live a life of sin," I whispered to myself as I sat on the third floor of the Carleton University library, the supposed quiet floor. I've been coming to this spot long before I became a vampire. For ages it was my refuge. Indeed, from 2008 to 2012, I was a student at this very school. I earned a bachelor's degree in Criminology from Carleton University. Fat lot of good it did me. Even if I wasn't legally dead, I can't become a professional in the field of criminal justice since I can only work nights. Ah, the myriad restrictions of the Undead state of being.

"Sir, can you please lower the volume on your computer?" Those words snatched me out of my train of thought, and I looked up to see a tall, red-haired, bespectacled and brown-eyed white chick clad entirely in black standing half a meter from me. Way too close from my vantage point. So close that I could smell the blood pumping through her veins, and so much more. What in hell does she want?

"Um, okay, didn't realize I was that loud," I replied, as I took a long look at the rather cute interloper. Gorgeous redhead who looks good and smells even better. Please don't come any closer. I come to the library to be alone, but also because it's the closest thing I have to my old life. When you're a vampire, it's tough to make friends. Mortals have it so wrong about us vampires. Eternity isn't a continuation of your mortal existence with mortal pleasures and dilemmas. It's an entirely new state of being.

"Whoa, you're listening to Limp Bizkit? I totally love this oldie band!" Miss Gorgeous Redhead giggled excitedly as she peered at my computer screen. I was on YouTube, watching an epic music video tribute a certain fan made of Dragon Ball Z, featuring the Limp Bizkit hit song My Way. It's a tribute to Goku and Vegeta, made by some random guy on the Internet. I looked at this nosy broad and couldn't help but smile at her bravery and foolhardiness. 

"Yeah, I'm a fan of theirs, I'm Malik," I said, and the redhead hesitated, then shook my hand, and introduced herself as Kayla Channing. Thus I met a rather unforgettable pain in the ass. One that I haven't been able to get out of my head ever since. Oh, snap. I'm doing it again. Getting ahead of myself. Sorry about that. Got a lot of things on my mind these days. Before we go any further, I guess introductions are in order. 

The name is Malik Diop, and I was born in the City of Bambey, Senegal, in 1989. My parents, Mamadou and Mariam Diop moved to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, in 1991 with my older sister Nadia and I. Apparently there was a lot of political unrest in Senegal and much of West Africa in the early 1990s and lots of our people moved to Canada, America and the United Kingdom as a result. I've lived in provincial Ontario for much of my life. Indeed, I lived and died in Canada's most populous region. It's also in this strange, wondrous and at times dangerous land that I was reborn.

"From this point forward, you'll never grow old, get sick or die, but you will prey on your fellow man and drink his blood," said the entity who ended my existence, a vampire known as Nabil. The ancient vampire stood over me, watching as the life was drained out of me after he sank his fangs into my neck. I lay there, helpless, and looked at the monster who destroyed me, silently swearing that I would one day obtain vengeance upon him.

How did we get here? One evening during the winter of 2013, I went to this bar called Honest Lawyer in the By Ward Market area of downtown Ottawa. It's been one of my favorite watering holes since my university days. I saw this tall, dark-haired, bronze-skinned and well-dressed, handsome Middle-Eastern gentleman at the bar, and when our eyes met, I knew that he was like me. I am one who finds both women and men equally enjoyable in the bedroom, and that night, I was on the prowl for a sandwich. The kind that walks on two legs.

"Hey handsome, new in town?" I said cheerfully as I sat on the stool next to the handsome Arab stranger, and he smiled at me, and introduced himself as Nabil. All night we talked, discussing everything from sports to the state of the affairs in the Islamic world. I was raised Muslim, but don't consider myself very religious. Hell, I swing both ways. Nabil seemed very knowledgeable about a lot of things, but he was charming rather than stuffy.

"You are a beautiful man, Malik," Nabil said to me, and I smiled and drew closer to him. The handsome Middle-Eastern stud with the golden brown eyes and easy smile definitely had my interest. Many drinks and many talks later, I decided I wanted to sample this exotic dish. We went back to his room at the Quality Hotel on Rideau Street, and did the bump and grind. I'm six-foot-three, dark-skinned and athletically built, and I'm blessed with a nine-inch monster between my legs. One that has been known to make both women and men squeal in delight.

"You are so beautiful," Nabil said to me, admiring my tall, muscular form as I took off my clothes. Nabil sat on his bed as I showed him what I was working with. Grinning, I gestured for Nabil to come to me, and he did. We kissed, and then Nabil stroked my dick and massaged my balls as we got into bed together. I lay there, with a big smile on my face as Nabil took my dick into his mouth, and sucked on it like a damn lollipop.

"Damn, habib, you've sucked the life out of me," I said to Nabil, and he grinned, giving my dick a final lick before we got down to business. I stroked Nabil's dick, which was both long and thick, and he pinched my nipples. I caressed his face, and that smooth, sexy ass of his. Smiling, Nabil turned around and pressed that ass against me, and I grinned and smacked it.

"Fuck me," Nabil said breathlessly, and I grinned and rolled a condom on my dick, and rubbed some Aloe cream on his ass. I found some on the nightstand, compliments of the Quality Hotel, I guess. I bent Nabil over, and eased my dick into his ass, which proved to be quite tight and gripped my dick like a vise. Hard and fast I pumped my dick into him, and Nabil screamed as I fucked him good. I'm an ass man through and true, and I honestly don't care if the ass in question belongs to a male or a female. I don't discriminate. 

"That was fun, you've got a sweet ass on you, Nabil," I said, a few passionate hours later, after I'd hit Nabil's ass a few times. The handsome Arab stud looked at me, and then gently caressed my face. Not for the first time I noticed that Nabil's skin felt cold, but I dismissed it as connected to the cold outside. This dude probably came to Ottawa on business from the Middle East, and the Canadian winter must be killing him.

"Beautiful man like you, I do like the idea of extending our arrangement," Nabil said, and I looked at him and grinned. Whether I'm dealing with women or men, I'm not the commitment type. I have ladies and guys all over Ottawa whom I meet regularly for casual fun, but I'm not trying to find a wife or a steady boyfriend. Don't have time for relationships and the drama that they bring...

"Sorry, handsome, you're a lot of fun but I don't believe in commitment," I replied, and Nabil smiled, looked me up and down and smiled some more. I got my clothes back on and got ready to leave, but Nabil's eyes turned bright red and he roared like a tiger and came at me. I fought back, but the monster Nabil had become proved to be too much for me, and overpowered me. The fiend got me, and sank its fangs into my neck. I fell on the hotel room floor, dying. When I came to, a few days later, I was in a coffin beneath the Ottawa Muslim Cemetery located on Manotick Station Road...

"What the fuck?" I wondered, as I awakened in my own grave. To the world at large, I was dead and buried. I didn't know what had happened to me, but I soon learned that I was no longer human. The light of the sun hurts me, and I must hide in darkness during the daylight hours. I am no longer alive but a thing that survives by drinking blood. My world ended, and I found myself trapped in a nightmare. My parents sold our old house off Tremblay road in Vanier and moved to the City of Winnipeg, Manitoba. My older sister Nadia lives in Toronto with her husband Ahmed. I am alone in Ottawa. All alone in the night.

It wasn't easy, adapting to my new existence as a vampire on my own. Let me give you folks some facts. The whole turning into a bat or a wolf thing is ludicrous. I am quite strong, considerably stronger than I was as a mortal person, but not ridiculously so. I can kick your ass, and probably your buddies too, but I can't lift trucks like the dude on Smallville. I can run faster now that I am a vampire, but believe me, I'm not the Flash. The part about hiding from the sun and drinking blood to survive is real. No bones about it.

For several years now, I've lived like a shadow. No ID, no paperwork, all that stuff ended the day I died. I hide away from the sun in the basement of an abandoned warehouse in the east end of Ottawa. If you saw me, you'd think I was a homeless guy. Sometimes I take money from people and actually buy myself some decent clothes. I only steal from the crooks. Not because I've got guilt or anything but because the hoodlums are the ones who hoard cash. Respectable people keep it in the bank. I live like a ghost, and haunt the places which once mattered to me, like my alma mater's library.

"So, what program are you in?" Kayla asked me, snapping me out of my train of thought. I looked at her and grinned, then did something flat out outrageous. I told her the truth. That I graduated Carleton a while ago, and miss the school, and that's why I'm in the library. Kayla smiled, and then, just like I knew she would, the gorgeous ginger told me about herself. 

"I'm in business, and work at a MacDonald's restaurant in Nepean," Kayla said, and we talked about school and life, and then went on and on about her ex-boyfriend Todd. Clearly this broad wasn't over her ex, or perhaps she was trying to send me a message. I had quite a way with the ladies before I became a vampire, but I've become celibate since joining the ranks of the Undead. Still, there was something about Kayla that appealed to me.

"You talk a lot, Miss Kay, but I think you're cool peoples," I said with my usual swagger, and Kayla grinned, and shook her head. By the end of the night, I had her cell phone number, and learned that she worked at a MacDonald's restaurant housed inside a Walmart. Um, that's a lot of info but whatever. The evening ended with my leaving the library around closing time. From campus, I took the OC Transpo bus number seven back to Vanier, and returned to my lair.

"Mal, I look forward to seeing you again," Kayla said to me right before we parted ways. In spite of myself, I had to smile. White chicks, man. They'll always find a way to shorten a traditional African name. I remember my father telling me about his co-workers calling him "The Main Man" because they apparently found his West African name Mamadou hard to pronounce. Still, I had to admit, Kayla was cute, and quite possibly the first mortal I'd really talked to in a while.

Ladies and gentlemen, that's how it all began. The following night, as soon as it got dark, I came to the library. I met Kayla there, and we had coffee. As a vampire, I don't need food or drink, only blood. I can't process solid foods, but I can enjoy beverages, hot and cold, just like you can. Kayla and I went to watch The Force Awakens at the Silver City movie theater. It was fun. I enjoyed the movie and Kayla's company, and wanted to see more of her. A few nights later, I let Kayla talk me into going to Oliver's Pub with her.

"Has the place changed much since you went to Carleton?" Kayla asked me as we sat at a table near the bar. There was a Senators professional hockey game on the big screen TV, and the bartender, a short blonde chick, looked bored. I looked around Oliver's, remembering all the wonderful times I had with friends back in the day. Man, I did not need this trip down memory lane.

"Oliver's will always be Oliver's," I said, smiling at Kayla. The motor-mouthed ginger beauty looked hot in a black leather jacket, black tank top, black silk pants and black boots. I looked alright in a red silk shirt, black jeans and Timberland shoes. I got the outfit from a dapper young man I caught as he walked past my warehouse, on his way to the nearby Saint Laurent Mall earlier this very evening. Ruined his evening, for sure, but not to worry, I left him alive.

"Man of mystery, eh? Tell me about yourself," Kayla said, and I bit my lip. I hate talking about myself. What can I tell this broad? Why do I even bother? These days, mortals are food to me. I kill people and drink their blood. I dispose of their bodies to make sure they cannot come back and start prowling about like I do. I don't know why Nabil didn't dispose of me. Perhaps the fucker intended to curse me. Oh, well. If I ever run into him, I'll dispose of him.

"Not much to tell, I spend all day at a warehouse, and I hang out at the Carleton library because, well, it's the closest thing I have to my old life," I said, and Kayla nodded, seemingly mulling things over. Mortals have a way of explaining the things that they don't understand, and I find this fascinating. Must be a coping mechanism that's built-in or something. 

"Can't find work in your field, eh? My sister says it's tough for recent graduates, hang in there, my dude," Kayla said, smiling, and then she made a fist. It took a moment to realize that she wanted to do the "fist bump" thing. I bumped my fist against hers, and we both laughed. The other people inside Oliver's Pub looked at us. A lot. Brown, black or white, they all stared. Even though I'm no longer alive, some things never change. Even at a school as racially diverse as Carleton University, people still stare when they see a black man and a white woman together...

"Thank you, I still look for ways of breaking through," I replied, nonchalantly, and Kayla grinned, and laid her hand on mine. I waited for her reaction. The vampire state changes the body. A vampire's heart doesn't beat. My skin feels cold because, well, I register at room temperature. The only times my skin feels warm is when I've recently drunk blood. I only feed once every few weeks. There are other vampires in town and I know some who feed on humans every few days. Me? I'm not greedy. I have always lived frugally when I was human, and I see no reason to change now that I'm a vampire.

"Mal, my dude, you need to dress up for the winter, it's cold outside," Kayla said, and she continued touching my arm. I looked at her and smiled, not knowing what to say. If my heart still beat, it would have skipped a beat or two. Kayla was looking very intensely at me. I looked into those brown eyes, and grinned nervously. I swear, I haven't been that nervous around a female since freshman year at Carleton...

"Then warm me up," I replied, suddenly regaining my cocksure swagger, and I grinned, looking into Kayla's surprised eyes before planting one on her lips. In the movies, the vampire is seductive, and the chicks can't help falling for him. I'm not Eddie Murphy in Vampire In Brooklyn or Hugh Jackman in Van Helsing. I'm just a regular brother from Senegal who got turned into a vampire by a queer bozo named Nabil...

"Hmm, moving a bit fast for me, Mal," Kayla said, smiling nervously, a few moments later. I smiled sheepishly and shrugged, realizing I'd crossed a line. I may look human but I am not. When a person gets aroused, male or female, their smell actually changes. I smelled a change in Kayla, and it revved up something in me. The vampire's hunger. Around the pub, everyone was still eyeballing us, but I was smiling and so was Kayla. 

"I'm sorry about this, I've got to go," I said, and got up to leave, but Kayla laid a restraining hand on my arm. I looked into those brown eyes of hers and saw an intensity that would not be denied. One which almost matched my own. In the movies, vampires can hypnotize their victims. In real life? Not so much. Still, we do have a predatory gaze and allure. I fixed my gaze on Kayla, and she did not blink.

"No, you're not, you're coming with me," Kayla said, in a much sterner voice that I thought she possessed. We walked out of there, and I swear, I heard several people laugh. A big and tall young black man being practically dragged out of a campus bar by a ginger-headed, decidedly bossy white chick. Kayla and I walked through the university center building, and finally stopped outside, having exited through a side door...

"Alright, lady, what's up with you?" I asked, and Kayla glared at me. I smiled and held her gaze, and then, for some reason, we both burst out laughing. For the next half an hour, Kayla and I walked around campus. Just two young people walking and talking, that's all anyone is meant to see and that's what they saw. 

"I've noticed you in the library for a long time before I approached you, you think you're so fine and mysterious, the alumni coming back to campus, too cool to talk to anyone or let people get close to you," Kayla said, and I laughed, for I realized I'd gotten her all wrong. The fact that this mortal woman had been observing me without my noticing worried and thrilled me for some reason...

"Well, aren't you the cutest stalker ever?" I replied, and Kayla laughed and slapped my arm. Grinning, she stepped closer to me. We were standing near the Ice House, a place on campus I'd never actually visited as a student. Hockey isn't my thing. I love soccer, though. The Ice House is one of those places I considered off-limits. This time, though, it felt right to be there. In Kayla's arms, with her lips pressed against mine.

"You're never going to want to let me go," Kayla whispered in my ear, once she came up for air. I smiled and nodded. Hand in hand, we walked to Kayla's place at the Stormont & Dundas House. Once inside, we didn't spend a lot of time talking, I'll tell you that much right now.

"Beautiful," I said, watching as Kayla shyly, then boldly, stepped out of her clothes. Rapturous alabaster skin greeted my gaze, and I smiled. Kayla had nothing to be nervous about. Her small breasts, sturdy body and big round ass all appealed to me immensely. I kissed her full and deep, and then went to work on her. 

"Oh yes, thank you," Kayla whispered, as I fondled her tits while burying my face between her creamy thighs. I began eating her pussy, teasing her clit with my tongue, then going in there with my fingers. Kayla moaned and writhed on the bed as I pleasured her. I am a firm believer in taking my sweet time as I explore a woman's sweet spot. Kayla's cunt was a world waiting to be explored, and I was in no rush...

"Trust me," I paused to say, and Kayla looked at me inquisitively, then I resumed eating her out. At some point, I put her on all fours and began eating her pussy from behind. The sight of Kayla's big white ass swaying this way and that as I pleasured her turned me on and gave me a great visual to work with. I love butts, as I said before, and Kayla's was one of the best I'd seen...

"Like my big white butt?" Kayla turned around to say, a wicked grin in her face, and I smiled and nodded. Hell, I kissed her big butt. Suddenly I felt very horny. Kayla noticed the brick in my pants, and smiled. Without another word she came at me, and reached for my zipper. Out came my dick, and Kayla grinned, and stroked it tenderly.

"You have quite an effect on me," I whispered, and Kayla said nothing and instead got on her knees and took me into her mouth. Alive or undead, there are certain pleasures no man should ever deny himself. It had been years since I had sex with anyone, female or male. The feel of Kayla's lips around my dick, oh my, I had forgotten what certain sensations were like.

"You haven't seen anything yet," Kayla said to me, and she got up and grabbed my dick, then led me to her small bed. Grinning, I pulled her on top of me. Kayla climbed on top of me, a look of mischief mixed with lust on her face, her eyes wild and her tits swaying this way and that. Gently I caressed them, but Kayla batted my hand away.




Malik The Vampire Prince



"I want you to fuck me as hard as you can," Kayla said, gritting her teeth and locking eyes with me. I nodded, and rubbed my dick as she straddled me. Kayla impaled herself on my dick, until it was sheathed inside her womanhood. At last we were one. I looked up at her, gazing at this wild, strange and beautiful young woman, and smiled.

"As you wish," I said, and I wrapped my arms around Kayla and thrust into her. Hard and fast we made love, or fucked, whatever you want to call it. Kayla squealed in delight as I pumped into her. For hours we went at it, until even my vampire's body felt a twinge of exhaustion, near dawn. I lay in Kayla's arms, looking at this beautiful woman who looked up at me adoringly. Kayla rests her head against my chest. She can't hear my heartbeat but I can hear hers. It's...slower than I thought it should be. Guess I wore her out.

To Kayla, I am Malik Diop, Carleton University alumni, warehouse worker, and a taciturn brother struggling to make ends meet in cold-ass and covertly racist Ottawa. If only that were true. I am a vampire. My heart doesn't beat. My flesh is cold...until I drink the blood of the living. I must be in darkness when the sun rises in the sky...or I will die a fiery death. 

"Stay a while, we can have breakfast this morning, I've got something to tell you," Kayla whispers, sensing my hesitation. It's four o'clock in the morning. Within an hour or so, dawn will come. I kiss Kayla tenderly, and make up some excuse about needing to get ready for work at the warehouse. Kayla looks disappointed, but I promise to make it up to her that very night. We kiss, and then I sneak out of her dorm.

At this hour, the local buses are not exactly active, and it's going to take me quite a while to get from the Carleton University campus to my spot in Vanier. I take a cab, and surely enough I get there in twenty minutes. I return to my lair, and once again, I am safe and sound in the darkness. The sun rises in the sky, depriving me of my power and vitality, and I have no choice but to wait for the darkness.

For some reason, the death-like state of the vampire's daytime slumber eludes me. I lie awake, and think of Kayla Channing. I finally admit to myself that I want to live, truly live, not just survive. I want to take Kayla to movie theaters and restaurants, even if I can only imbibe fluids. I want to be with her and make her happy. I smile to myself as I remember our night of passionate lovemaking. I've fucked a lot of women and quite a few men. Hell, that's what got me into this mess in the first place. Still, it's different when I'm with her...

"Oh damn," I shake my head, mad at myself as I suddenly realize something. Earlier, when Kayla and I lay in bed together, her heartbeat was irregular, and I do remember something peculiar about her scent. At the time, mad with lust, and eager to make love to this captivating young woman, I dismissed what my vampire's senses told me. Now I know better. Kayla's heart rate is irregular and her scent is wrong because she's gravely ill. One of those ailments that afflict many mortals, and often claim their lives.

As a vampire, I can smell when someone has HIV, cancer, leukemia, and a variety of lethal illnesses. I typically avoid such people because their blood isn't pure. A vampire cannot get sick. Still, we prefer the blood of healthy people because it's more nourishing. All of a sudden, Kayla's reckless behavior makes sense. What kind of young woman, university student and all that, throws herself at a young man she's just met? A young woman with nothing to lose. One who knows she's dying.

"Not if I can help it," I tell myself, and I smile. A few nights later, Kayla Channing was found unresponsive by the security team at the university campus. She was taken to the Ottawa General Hospital, where she was pronounced dead. A few days later she was buried at the Beechwood Cemetery in the east end, not far from where I stay, actually. That night, when Kayla awakened as a new vampire, I was there to greet her.

"Malik, what's happening to me?" Kayla asked, panic in her voice, after I dug her out. I looked at her and smiled, then embraced her. Unlike me, Kayla would not be alone in this night world, without a guardian or protector. I sat her down and talked to her, explaining the facts of vampire life to her. Kayla didn't listen. My favorite fiery redhead glared at me angrily.

"So, because you somehow discovered I had cancer, you turned me into this without my permission?" Kayla asked, anger in her voice, and I smiled sheepishly. What's a guy supposed to say in a situation like this? In the movies, we'd fall in love and go wandering the world together, like eternal lovers. Real life doesn't work out like that, unfortunately.

"Kayla, you know I care about you, I couldn't stand by and let you die," I said pleadingly, but Kayla would hear none of it. I stood there, helplessly, watching as Kayla walked out of the Beechwood Cemetery, and out of my life. There was so much that I wanted to say to her. So many things I wanted to explain. So much for her to know. I wanted to tell Kayla what she meant to me, but I couldn't.

"Stay away from me, Malik, you turned me into a monster, next time I see you, I will find a way to kill you!" Kayla said, and then she left. For a long time I stood there, wondering what I should have said or done. That's when it hit me. The final cruelty of the vampire existence. We're alone. The movies have gotten it oh so wrong. Vampires can't stand their own kind. We cannot love or be loved. We're parasites. That's all.

Nabil, the vampire who made me, why did he do it? I don't know. All I know is that I hate him and if I see him again, only one of us will live. Kayla, my sweet Kayla, why did I bring her into the nightmare existence of the undead? I don't know. I don't think there are psychiatrists for vampires, so I can't tell you why I did what I did. Or perhaps I can. I didn't want to be alone. I wanted Kayla to be my lover and eternal companion. Kayla the mortal woman, the Carleton University student, might have loved me. Kayla the vampire cannot love me or anyone, not even herself. For she is a monster, and it's all because of me.

When night fell, I headed to downtown Ottawa and made my way to Catherine Street. I went to the Bus Terminal, and boarded a bus bound for the City of Montreal, Quebec. I'm leaving Ottawa behind. Making a fresh start. I've spent too much time in this dismal little town anyway. I'm leaving it behind, along with all the pain and misery. What will become of Kayla? I cannot say. I wish her the best. As for Nabil, if I ever see him again, I won't attack him, I think. Not unless he's hostile. I'll ask him why he made me. 

I am Malik Diop, born in Senegal, raised in provincial Ontario, and now bound for the City of Montreal, Quebec. I shall make a fresh start in la belle province. Just a stranger on the Greyhound bus, that's me. I was raised Muslim, but haven't prayed since I became one of the undead. Are vampires allowed to pray? I am a fiend who drinks human blood. Can the Supreme Being care for one such as myself? I don't know. I do hope that someday, somewhere, I shall find peace. 



Malik's Playtime Mansion



Malik wandered through the halls of his lavish mansion. In fact, lavish would be an understatement. IT was much, much more. The place was less of a mansion and more of a palace. It consisted of over 100 bedrooms, kitchen, living areas, play areas, office space, and recreation areas which took up acres and acres of secluded land a few miles from the National Highway. 

On top of the house the grounds contained an expansive garage which housed Malik's second favorite interest- cars. The first interest being of course, the whole reason the house was built how it was, and also the reason it was so set back from the rest of the population. Without the exact geographical points given out on the invites of his frequent party guests, no one knew how to get to Malik's most prized possession. His house of fun. His house of fuck.

Malik smiled at the odd staff member he passed in the halls, not hesitating to reach out at pat them affectionately. He loved his staff which consisted of a numerous amount of young men and women, none of which were over the age of 30, not bad considering he himself was only a mere 29. He had family money which his quick wit and brains had quickly helped to multiply. 

But we digress, the reason he so loved to pet his staff was, well, they were naked. On his own decree all 200 staff members possessed healthy, toned bodies which barely ever wore clothes. Their uniforms consisted of nakedness or, for the men, bowties, knickers, or pants depending on the occasion, and for girls, nothing more than various assortments of panties and bras. 

He sunk himself into the plush confines of a leather sofa in the recreation room. Turning on the TV he began watching a movie he'd wanted to see for a while. He flicked at a button on the remote next to him and in a few minutes a sexy woman appeared at the door.

"You called Malik?" He nodded absentmindedly, waiting for a song sequence to come on before instructing the girl to come closer. After she stood before him, braless and in a pair of hot pink crotch less panties, he had her kneel before him.

"Hey Babygirl," his husky voice caressed her just like the fingers of the nimble hand that reached out to brush away a wayward piece of hair.

"Hello Malik," she whispered back in a demure voice.

"Go on then," he commanded, "I haven't been here in two days you know that." She knew what to do without further instruction. 

Reaching forward, she ran her hands down Malik's rippling abs, ending at the waistline of his well fitted dark wash jeans. Malik leaned back, resting his arms on either side of the couch as he felt her dainty hands running up and down his legs before ending up where he wanted them, inching down the zipper of his jeans and undoing the button as well. He closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of the rough material as it slid away, lifting himself up momentarily as the girl slid down the jeans and boxers. Within seconds his half aroused member was carefully into her hands, caresses as light as a feather running up and down its impressive length. He grunted softly as moist lips found the tip, a pillowy tongue reaching out to run up and down the lengths. 

The movie went unnoticed as his body- deprived of sex for more than 24 hours- gave into the delightful sensations delivered to him by knowing hands and a well-trained tongue. Before long he was read to cry out in release. He pulled back from her mouth, shooting out over her face and body. His hands clutched at the sofa's armrests as her worked on pumping the last bit of him over her. 

Finally his eyes opened, taking in the pleasing sight of a love slave covered in his seed. Reaching over he flicked another button, and within moments another slave had come into the room. 

"Over here whore," he leered at the new entry, "lick babygirl clean." Babygirl knew without instruction that she was to present herself. Kneeling between his legs her arms stretched back as her hands held on her ankles. 

"Good girl," Malik commented. Reaching out he gave her right nipple a tug, smiling in contentment as it obediently rose up into a hard pellet. Malik kicked away his jeans while the whore that had just been brought in licked away at his semen spurted all over Babygirls face and upper body. When she was finished both sat back and waited for instruction. 

Having gotten bored of the movie, Malik got up and walked away, a flick of his wrist sending both girls off. He made his way to the indoor pool, where, as usual, a few of his boys and girls sat enjoying themselves. When they noticed his presence, their heads went down in reverence.

Malik called out to a few boys and girls, settling himself on the cushions placed near the floor to ceiling windows of the pool room. 

When the slaves he called appeared, he nodded appraisingly at the men whose dicks were hard and ready for performance. He had the two girls, a brunette and a blond, come over and straddle each of his thighs. A blond on his right and a brunette on his left, he could feel the wetness of their cunts. Prepared as always, he noted in appreciation. He made the girls crouch on either side of him, unceremoniously sticking two fingers up both their cunts. 

He laughed as they cried out.

"You like that my pretty little whores?" He asked his husky voice.

"Oh yes Malik," the two girls dutifully replied in gasps. 

Malik pulled out his hands, then had the four guys he'd called come closer. Two of them began throatfucking the girls who were now on their backs. A third girl was called over from the pool and she began to girl Malik a blowjob. When he was hard enough he pushed the redhead away and went over to the blond, sticking himself into her wet and glistening cunt. As he pumped into her, he had the redhead come over and lick at the blond's clit, reveling in the soft mews which erupted from his quarry. 

One of the boys was called over to fuck the redhead while another was employed in caressing the blond's nipples and making them hard. Soon the brunette and the boy mouthfucking her were called over. He was instructed to fuck her in the cunt while her tongue was employed at licking Malik's dick when he came out from the blond's cunt. 

The girls were mewing, moaning, and calling out for release. Eventually the overload of sensation made the blond cry out in orgasm; her cry triggered the brunettes and then the redheads.

Malik made the four boys stop their work. The blond was lifted up and brought into a doggie position. Malik reached out and slapped her ass, grinning as she cried out. The men were instructed to bring out the toys. A vibrator was inserted into her asshole and her leaking cunt received another. One of the slave boys began whipping her upturned ass and pussy with Malik's belt. The brunette was kept busy giving a brunette boy head while another one took her cunt and simultaneously shoved beads into her gaping asshole. 

The redhead had been seated on Malik's lap, his engorged and enormous dick shoving its way up his tight hole while the fourth boy lubed up her ass. She cried out, clutching at Malik's shoulders when the slave boy began shoving her hard member up her ass. After a while Malik reached over and grasped the blonds leaking cunt, he pulled her over and shoved her face into the junction between his and the redheads bodies, she was told to suck on the redhead's clit. The boy who had been whipping her stopped and began throatfucking the redhead. Malik reached up and felt the boys engorged member, feeling himself get even more turned on as the dick writhed in his hand. 

Letting the boy continue with the deep throating, he began slapping the red heads boobs, enjoying her yelps of pain mixed with pleasure. The blond was still occupied with the redheads clit, her ass was raised in the air, two vibrators the only thing dealing with her sex. Malik grabbed a paddle and began slapping her ass cheeks one by one, laughing as she whimpered. Soon the brunette crawled over and she was sucking the blond's cunt. While the boy who had been throatfucking her took out the vibrator in the blonds ass and began fucking her there. The other boy took himself out of the brunettes pussy and began cunniling her.

Malik could feel his release building up again, he commanded the slaves to come with him. As the first of his seed began shooting up the redhead's cunt, she let out a scream of release, triggering the boy up her ass to pump faster and expel his seed; the boy in her mouth grabbed ahold of her head and shoved his dick down her throat sending all the jizz down it. 

As the redhead shoved herself harder onto the two cocks inside her, she thrust onto the blond who squealed in release as well, causing the boy fucking her to come and drop bits of cum onto the brunette who took that as her cue to yell in release. She shoved her pussy into the last boys face, and he kneeled, using one of his hands to pump his sperm all over her body while the other pumped itself in and out of her cunt. 

Exhausted the group collapsed together, crawling closer for comfort while the tremors of the extreme orgasms they'd experienced settled down.