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The Bomb

By: XO Magick



"Bronson, last night agents from Immigrations had some puke that they spotted at the Blaine boarder crossing in Washington under surveillance. They were hoping that he would hang his fellow gang members. What they found out was not what they expected. The puke made a phone call. He called a man named Alexander, who said and I quote, “I want the woman, Jewels, dead on December 31 by midnight, before she compromises the mission.” The puke under surveillance agreed to do it.

"Why murder this woman? Who is this Alexander and what mission would that be?" I asked. "I’m getting to it. Alexander nee Asin Bara Khel is head of the western region of the terrorist group Laddin for Freedom. The woman in question is his American girlfriend, apparently he bragged to her in the throws of passion about the targets for his newest plans of American death and now he wants her dead."

"What do you want me to do about it?" I asked.

"She is known to be loyal to her lover. You are to seduce her, become her new lover and find out what the targets are."

"I can't do that! I just got married last year, it would mean the end of my relationship."

"Yes, we know you just got married but we need you for this. You’re the only agent that our profilers say she will go for. As an officer of the US government, we are ordering you to do it. You have to stop him. You wouldn’t be the first husband to have an affair on the job, just don't tell her and don't forget September 11."

"I Can’t! I can’t lie to my wife. I can’t betray her. I love her. ", I said.

"Your choice, what you tell your wife but you have to go. The other choice is desertion and imprisonment,” he said without a look of sympathy. “What will it be?”

“I’ll do it of course,” I said wishing I could shoot him; his brains would look good on the floor.

He reached for his briefcase. Out of the case, he pulled a very slim laptop and opened it up inserting a DVD stamped secret. The computer brought up a slide show program. This is your mission.

The first slide was the bio and picture of a woman, Jewels Saucony. She was 5’10 with brown eyes and almost black hair, about 28 years old. She was dressed in typical Seattle wear with Birkenstocks clogs, blue jeans and a waist length REI Gortex rain coat, the swell of her chest just visible under the clothes. Judging by the looks of her thighs, she was in good shape too, although it was hard to tell from the rainwear and typical surveillance distance photo. She worked as an assistant manager at the restaurant the top of the Space Needle. Overall, she was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen, next to my wife.

The second slide was of the terrorist going by the alias Alexander Smith. He was 6’2 with dark green eyes and black hair. Not the type of face you’d think of when picturing someone from the Middle East, more of an Italian look. Taken at a local fitness center picture showed him as he worked out with the staff Taekwondo instructor, his well-toned muscles rippling in the light. He had one of those faces that could look loving one second and then mean as hell the next. He worked at the airport as a baggage handler. Not a great job but it sure put him in the right place.

The rest of the slides showed pictures of her and him together doing various activities like skiing, rock climbing and learning to fly a little airplane as well as many pictures of Jewels out dancing. She did have very nice legs and a great pair of tight, pointy breasts too. For some reason she always went dancing by herself, mostly to a place called the Black Cat; perfect for my mission.

I left the meeting in a bad mood. I didn’t want to be unfaithful to my wife but I had a job to do and I knew that before I ever met Alicia, my wife. I was on my way home, looking forward to seen her. She often had a surprise for me when I got home. To surprise her I purchased a red rose from the chick at the light on the highway exit. It paid her and took the rose, inhaling the fragrance. It smelled fantastic and I felt better as I drove into my garage. I had 24 hours to forget about the pukes.

Walking into my living room, I saw Alicia nude on the flowery couch softly rubbing her glistening breasts with oil. When I first started dating her, she had been shy. With me, she wasn’t shy anymore, she was fun. 

I knew that she must have been sitting around waiting to hear the door before she got into this. Her other hand raised itself off the couch and touched the outside of her leg, lightly brushing its way up her shapely leg, through her blonde pubic hair and over her flat stomach to join her other hand toying with her breasts.

“Oh, hi,” she said, as I walked into the room. “I didn’t relies you’d be home so soon. I’m glad you’re here. I need some help.”

“What’s wrong? What do you need? You know I’d do anything for you!”

“I was thinking of buying a nude reclining statue for the middle of the living room. Would you mind posing, so I can see how it would feel?” Her hand was now stroking between her legs, her legs drawn up and spread.

“Sure.”

“Take off all your clothes and lie down on your back.” 

I did just as she asked. As I lay back, I could hear the wet slapping sounds she was making. I rested my head with my arms folded behind me. She let out a guttural moan. It was all I could take, my erection rouse up stiffly. She stood up and walked over to me, one foot on either side of my hips.

“I like it,” she said, but I need a closer look.

She squatted over me, heals still on the ground, elbows on knees, her eyes roaming over my nude body.

“Needs some work”, she said grabbing my cock and aiming it straight up, rubbing her wet slippery hands over it. Then she dropped her hips, impaling herself on me, her heals still at my sides.

It was the most erotic thing that had ever happened to me. I loved her and she made it fun to live each day with her. My cock pulsed with the shock of the quick hot wet penetration. I reached up and gave her the rose. She took it and placed it between her teeth. Next, She placed her hands on my stomach and began to bounce her ass up and down, her breasts swayed with the motion. I had to keep my abs tight for her hands but it was worth it. The pleasure was fantastic, I didn’t know if it was the physical part or just the sight and shock of seeing her do this to me that was getting me off.

After about five minutes, she crawled forward with her hands, pinching my nipples on the way, stretched her legs out on either side of mine, and lay there panting, her hot body pressed against mine. 

I rolled us over, kissing her hard on the mouth; I loved the way she tasted. I started to fuck her for all I was worth, my hips making wet smacking sounds as we pressed together. She was great but I had other things on my mind. 

I soon orgasmed and she did just after me. My orgasm often triggered hers. She said it was the thought and feel of my coming in her that did it. We rested for a few minute and then I got up and pulled her into the shower with me. I tried to wash the day’s events away. It didn’t work.

After the shower, I told her that I had to leave for a few weeks on another trip.

She frowned and said, “We knew it would be like this when we started.” She was very practical but I was still glad that she did not know what the mission was. Like all wives of agents, she did not really know what I did. It keeps them safe; everyone knows that they are out of the loop. The next morning, I got up, ate her wonderful waffles, kissed her goodbye, fucked her hard and fast in the kitchen, and left for Seattle. I knew that I would miss her terribly.

I was to start my new job at the Black Cat on Friday the 10th of December 2004. In three weeks, it would be New Years. I had never been a bartender before and I had to look like they had given me the job because I sounded like I could do it, not because my boss had called and told them to give it to me. 

I read all the bar manuals and mixing books, then practiced mixing for another bar for a few days first. I felt very nervous about this part of the job. My impersonation instructor had said, “Don’t try to act like a bartender (or whatever); instead act like a person who just happens to have to spend all night in a bar, smelling used smoke and putting stupid umbrellas on glasses; wishing the whole time to be back home in bed fucking the bar maid.” 

I still always felt like someone would see through me, didn’t matter what I thought. I would find out soon enough, if I had what it took to be a bartender. I tensed at the thought. Next came the image.

This was the fun part of the job. I bought all new black clothing; mostly leather and cotton with a kind of GQ look crossed with Seattle Goth. After that, I rented a very expensive downtown condo with a view of the bay and its island: seen in the distance the large white snowcaps of the Olympics pointed skyward. I could never find a view like that back home in DC, it just didn’t exist in the arm pit of the US. 

To decorate the condo I put in all chrome and black leather furniture. The chrome bed was king sized with black velvet blankets and red silk sheets, perfect of suduction. Hung on the walls were copies of pictures by Monet and Gygger. The entertainment center had six surround sound stereo speakers and large digital TV with a computer to run it all. In the refrigerator, I put a few bottles of wine, beer, and some leftovers. I also purchased all the detail stuff for the house, like a stocked bar, toiletries for the bathroom and candles to place around the house. Next, I burned about six different packs of incense and some pot to get rid of that new smell. The smell of the condo now reminded me of a new age bookstores. Trap set, now all I needed was the target.


Working the bar, feeling totally out of my element, I watch as the men and woman danced, almost all of them dressed in black. Some of the woman had nothing more than little silver or gold stars glued to their breasts with glitter sprinkled over the rest. They swayed to the deep pounding beat, hips grinding, hands running to places that you never saw on the streets. Through the haze of the smoke machine exhaust and cigarettes, I watched Jewels dancing by herself, her body moving with the subtle beats of the music, swaying hair sticking to her sweaty body. She never stopped moving or even slowed down, her brown eyes unfocused and staring as if in a trance.

As the last few songs played, she walked over to the bar. “Rum and cranberry” she yelled. 

The show was on. Trying to look nonchalant, I started pouring her drink. As I poured it, I slipped in the drug cocktail that ops had given me, palming it so that no one would see. They said it would make her very drunk, passive and highly suggestible. She paid me with change, typical of a waitress. Sitting at the bar sipping her drink, she looked me over without any real interest, I smiled back, it was too loud to talk. 

After she finished her drink, she waved to me and got back on the dance floor. I watched her, her movement becoming more and more loose and limp as the drug flowed in her veins. I went back to work, serving the customers and waiting. I was getting into the rhythm of the job and it was sort of fun. I served a lot of weird people. The night was very busy as I was told it usually was at the cave like Black Cat on Fridays.

As I worked, I looked up and saw a small tight crowd forming. That was my cue; I rushed from behind the big bar and into the center of the group. I looked at her, her legs splayed out at odd angles, crumpled in a heap on the sticky floor. I yelled and motioned to the crowed to get back, I was taking control of the crowd. I lifted her up and dragged her into the back, setting her down on the old thrashed break couch. After a bit, she started to come back, still acting very drunk. 

“How you doing? Looks like you had to much to drink”, I said handing her a glass of water.

She gave me an odd look and then grabbed my shoulders to keep from falling over, spilling the water all over my shirt. “I think it best if I take you to my place” I said. It felt odd to say that, no woman in her right mind would agree. That’s what the drug was for. She looked passively into my eyes. “Lets go to my house”, I restated and stood up taking her with me. She just hung on and started walking were I lead.

Back at my place, I put her on the leather couch and placed a warm blanket over her. Jewels looked soft and innocent as she curled up for the night. She would be out till at least noon tomorrow and I knew that she had no place she needed to be tomorrow. I crawled into my bed and went to sleep setting the alarm for ten in the morning.

The next day I woke up and ordered breakfast from the restaurant on the first floor. I ordered eggs and toast with some organic marmalade and two cups of coffee. As the smells of breakfast wafted over her, she stirred on the couch. Slowly she sat up holding her head. I poured her a glass of filtered water and walked over to her, sitting on the couch next to her.

“Who are you?” She asked.

“My name is Bronson Gould. I work the bar at the Black Cat”, I said as I looked with concern into her eyes.

“Where am I?” she asked as she looked around.

“You’re at my house, I rescued you last night. You didn’t have any ID on you, so I took you to my place. I think that fat guy next to you at the bar must have slipped something in your drink.” She just looked at me blankly. 

“I don’t remember any of it.”

“Maybe that’s from the drug”, I suggested.

“Drink this water and have some breakfast with me. I think it might help your head.”

“You’re very kind, what’s your name?”

“Bronson Gould”, I repeated. “What’s yours?”

“Jewels.”

Looking slowly up and down her body I said, “Wow, beautiful name. It matches you well.” 

“This is a very nice place. How can you afford it on bar tending?”

“I’m a Microsoft millionaire, I just do the bar thing for fun and to meet people.”

“So you’re into computers?” she asked with a bored look.

“No, I was in middle management, had lots of stocks early and got out. I was lucky with the September 11 crash too. Been playing ever since.”

“Wish I was that lucky, I have to work at the Space Needle as an assistant manager to make ends meet. Pays not bad but not this great”, she said spreading her arms to the room.

“You could do it. You just need to learn how to invest. I could help you.”

“No thanks, my boyfriend would kill me.”

“You shouldn’t let him stop you. He has no right to control you like that.”

“You don’t know him, I do what he wants and he’s good to me.”

“Your life. If you were mine, I wouldn’t treat you like that. I would buy you anything you wanted and I think I would have to take you overseas at least once a year.”

“I should be going home, but my coats at the bar,” she replied, nervously. 

I had pushed too hard and she was getting scared but she still must have felt fairly safe. I’m sure she was wondering what it would be like to be with a nice guy like me instead of hers. 

“I have the keys to the bar, I’ll get your stuff for you on the drive home.”

“Thanks,” she said, her shoulders dropping a little.

“No problem,” I replied, smiling warmly with her.

On the way to her house my cell phone rang, it was the surveillance team. Her boyfriend was home and hopping mad from waiting for her. Taking advantage of it, I pulled up into her driveway, in full view of the window, where he was watching. She turned to me to thank me and I pulled her in close and held her. I could feel her softly resisting, her animal halve wanting but not with him watching. I let go.

“Thanks for saving me”, she said as she quickly hopped out of the BMW.

“Loved it”, I said hoping that I was not overplaying my hand. “Hope to see you again soon. Call me!”

Watching her walk up the steps, I waved and gunned the car; wheels squealing down the block, smell of burnet rubber in the air. I was playing the asshole and hoped she liked it.

Later that day, I learned that her boyfriend had slapped her around, calling her a lying bitch for staying out all night with another man and claiming nothing happened. That’s how I had planed it but my heart was still racing, guilt flooding it. She deserved better than him but that didn’t make me feel any better about setting her up like that. What if someone did that to my wife? I would be pissed too, but I wouldn’t hit her for it.

A week later, I still could not come up with a way to spend time with her. Then I got a small break. She was going dancing again on Friday.

I went to work and started bartending. The bar was in view of the main dance floor and I could also watch the door. Jewels was in the first crowd through the door, kind of odd because her habit was to come in around eleven. As I watched her enter, I felt the buzz of my phone against my leg. Stepping around back, where I could hear, I answered the phone. It was the surveillance team. Jewels had just had a big blowout fight with Alexander. He had told her she couldn’t go dancing and punched her in the ribs. She had angrily left the house, taking a duffel bag with her and headed over to the Black Cat. 

“I see,” I replied and hung up.

You might call it luck but people are creatures of habit. All I had to do was learn her habits and be in the right place at the right time. I watched her closely fearing that at anytime she might leave and I would miss my chance. I watched her all night. She spent the whole night dancing by herself.

At the end of the night as the last song stopped pounding she walked over to the bar.

“What you up to tonight?” She asked.

“I was just going to go home and watch a movie. Want to go?”

“I’d love to. What are you going to watch?”

“I rented an old English move called Bad Trout, it’s about Trout running the world. I don’t know if it’s any good.”

“Really? Guess there’s only one way to find out. Lets go”, she said with an infectious laugh.

Back at my condo, I made some strong drinks for us and started the movie. Half way through the movie she fell asleep curled up against my shoulder. She never said a word about her boyfriend, she just wanted to cuddle and be safe. The next day after breakfast she left, no sex or promises not even a kiss. Somehow, I had to get her.

Things were moving in the right direction but not fast enough. There would be a lot of dead people, not to mention my job, if I didn’t get to her soon. I needed to push her over the edge. We’d been watching her for only a few weeks but we had had Asin Bara Khel under surveillance for a few years. During that time, I knew we had taped him during a rather raunchy tryst. 

I called up the surveillance team and ordered them to put out the tape when Alexander was not at home but Jewels was expected home by herself. A few days later Jewels showed up at my door. As I let her in, the first thing that I saw was her fresh black eye. Of course, I expected it, having been told before hand, but shit it looked bad.

“What happened?” I asked in shock, feeling sick to my stomach knowing that I was the cause of it.

“My ex-boyfriend did it”, she stated, tears starting to run down her cheeks. 

“Why! Why would he do that?”

“I found a tape when I got home from the store. It was him fucking some Middle Eastern bitch. When he got home from work, he said he had never seen that tape before and that she was someone he had seen years ago. It made me sick.”

“Was it an ex?” I asked.

“No, it had a date, you know how cam corders put the date in the corner. It was from two weeks ago when I was out dancing.”

“What an asshole”, I replied trying to present the proper emotions. It was hard. I was not sure how to act. My stomach clenched, I feared that she would see right through me and destroy everything. I had to get it right.


The Bomb



“Yes, and then he started to yell at me, demanding to know where I’d gotten the tape. I told him the truth and he punched me in the face, knocked me down. Then he stood over me yelling. I just lay there curled up in a ball till he stormed out of the house. After that I packed up my important stuff and some clothes and came here.”

“Wow.”

“I didn’t know were else to go”, she pleaded.

“You did the right thing”, I said pulling her close.

“Can I stay here? I don’t have anywhere else to go.”

“I would love to have you stay here. I’ll sleep on the couch and you can have my bed.” 

She looked at me, her face wet and swollen, shaking her head softly, no. “I couldn’t do that I’ll take the couch.”

“No way”

“We’ll talk later”, she said brushing past me and into my condo.

“I’m going out to get some food from the store. Do you want anything?” I asked.

“No, thanks”, she said with a cute smile.

I came home with the food and cooked her a nice dinner of pasta and then we sat on the leather couch with her. 

“Let me look at your face”, I said taking her face in my hand and gently turning her head. 

The redness had left her cheek. It looked like the bruise would not be that bad after all. Her shoulders were up around her ears.

“You’re very tense. Would you like a back rub?”

“That sounds wonderful.”

I went to the bathroom and came back with a couple of thick beach towels with tropical fish prints. I laid them out, one on top of the other. Then I microwaved the lotion. It smelled of lavender. 

“Do you want me to take my clothes off?” she asked from the living room.

“Just take off the top”, I said “and could you turn up the heat in there. I don’t want you getting cold.”

When I came back out, she was lying on her stomach; socks, C sized tan bra and white tea shirt in a neat pile by the couch. Her long black hair twisted into a ball on her head with two red chopsticks stuck through it. The skin of her back had no tan but was still a rich olive.

“Here, let me get a pillow for you”, I said handing her one from the couch, getting her ready for her massage. Kneeling down at her head facing her feet, I poured warm lotion into my hands and rubbed it in long strokes down the center of her back and up the edges, letting my fingers slide over her sides and then out over her shoulders and back to her neck.

”I want you to take deep breaths into your belly and imagine that you are laying on a warm tropical beach,” I said softly.

I repeated the stroke over and over until her jaw became slack, the muscles of her whole body totally relaxing. As I continued to work on her with hypnotic strokes, I went deeper taking out all the little knots of tension, her body relaxing under my fingers.

“Would you like me to work on your legs too?” I inquired, knowing that in her totally relaxed state she would say yes.

“Um”, was all she responded.

“I can’t do it with your pants on.”

She rolled leisurely onto her side reaching down to her crotch to undo the zipper. “Give me a hand?” she asked her voice deep and sexy with relaxation. Her hands working the tight jeans and underwear down her waist and over her butt, her tight, black, curly pubic hair forming a triangle about her groin.

“Sure”, I lustfully agreed, grabbing her pants cuffs and pulling. From my vantage point, I could see everything; her butt in the air, the black hair between. I inhaled her aroma mixed with lavender. She smelled sexy.

Wasting no time, I grabbed the bottle of lotion, rubbing it into her thighs and butt. I ran my hands all over her legs, even picking them up and working the fronts too. After that, I moved back to her upper thighs, letting my fingers work the outer edges first and then working my way in. Reaching the inner thighs, I began to concentrate my attentions higher and tighter, letting my fingers softly glide over her labia, continuing this stroke over and over. I could see her labia begin to swell, the sent of her arousal flooding my senses.

As I worked her, my fingers brushing through her pubic hair, her ass lifting up, legs spreading a bit. My fingers used their newfound access, sliding over her wet folds of soft flesh, her breathing deepening. I reached down and up under her towards her stomach which was on the towels, my finger finding that small electric knob of bliss, lightly teasing it. Then with my full flat hand gently pulling back towards her ass, sliding my fingers over her opening causing her breathing to stutter with intense pleasure. With each stroke, her swollen mound ground harder against my hand, small whimpers escaping her throat.

Getting large and stiff in my pants, my own erection felt wet and trapped. I inhaled deeply of her sent again. The deep musky aroma raced straight to my cock. I needed to fuck her soon.

Crouching over her and taking her hand in mine, I rolled her over. She lay there, her eyes locked on mine, her breasts splayed out, moving with her rapid breathing. Her perked up dark brown nipples, ready to be sucked, beckoned me.

“I want you”, I breathed.

“Kind of hard with all your clothes on”, she teased with a laugh. “Let me help you with that.” She stood up, pulling me up with her. Reaching down she undid my belt and pants. Then she grabbed my shirt pulling it up and over my head, the buttons painfully scrapping my face. Taking my pants in her hands, she pulled them off, my hard on before her face. 

As I stepped out of my pants, she grabbed me, hungrily sucking half of my hard-on into her mouth. The pleasure was intense; I moaned with passion. Grabbing the knot of black hair on her head, I drove her mouth deeper onto my shaft, my hips bucking. I wanted it deeper but her hand blocked me. She kept bobbing her head on my cock and slurping until I could stand it no more.

I pulled her head back, taking her sucking mouth off me. She looked up at me with a face of pure lust. I pushed her head backwards making her land on her butt, legs curled and spread. Surging forward, I lowered my self over her, pressing her down onto the soft towels with my heavy muscular body. 

She reached up grabbing my ass with her nails, driving me against her, my cock landing in her soaking wet pubic hair. She humped me, futilely trying to get me into her. I reached between us and rubbed my cock up and down her crack getting even wetter, the heat driving me to fuck her.

My thumb and index finger round the shaft I guided my cock into her. First just the head, her opening spasming around me, our voices grunting with lust.

“In me, I want you in me”, she exuded, a lustful spasm rippling over her body. I pulled partly out and then pressed back in, getting more of myself within her. Her hands clawed at my butt, pulling me desperately deeper. I could feel the head of my cock hitting her cervix. 

“Oh, yes”, she cried out. 

I started a steady rhythm, in and out, using the whole length of my cock. Wantonly, she matched my rhythm, rocking her hips against mine. 

“Baby, you feel so good”, I breathed. I could feel the whole length of my cock stroking her, her body pressed against mine. “I’m getting close,” the tension in my balls ached as they contracted against my body. I could feel her swollen channel tensely closing down around me.

“Me too, I want to feel you cum in me!” Her sweaty body was going ridged, breathed mewing turning into a rhythmic chant of passion. Her hands grabbed me in spasm, her ridged body convulsing, arching. Waves of pleasure coursed through her sweaty body.

Jewel’s cries in my ear, her teeth on my neck, my cock pulsing into her rigid pulsing hole, I let my body go, spasming, releasing all my tension in waves of pure bliss. I kept pumping and pumping until the passion spent, I refocused on her. This poor flower, in need of my protection, she was sobbing. Holding her gently against me I asked, ”What’s wrong?”

“It’s him. He said he’s going to kill you and me.”

“Oh, don’t worry. He’s just talking shit because you left him.”

“No, that’s not it. Before you, he said that he was going to do other things.”

“What other things?

“I can’t tell you. He told me that he would have me and all my family killed if I talked”

“Babe, get dressed. I know someone we can go see right now that fixes stuff like this.”

“I can’t!” She yelled, sobbing.

“Yes, you can and you will! I’m not dieing because you’re being stupid. The sooner the better. Lets go!” I said with power and command.

“Ok, you promise that he can help?” She said, sobbing coming to an end. She showed no real trust, but was giving in to my pressure and self-righteousness. She felt safer under my apparent control and protection.

Jewels and I got dressed, went out to my BMW and drove downtown to the local FBI office; I having called ahead and set up an interrogation team when she was out of the room cleaning up.

We walked into the building with me almost having to drag her in. As we walked in, two big mean looking officers took her from me, as planned. With fear in her eyes, they grabbed her hands and hand cuffed her. Then they dragged her down the hall, telling me to follow them.

They brought her to a standard holding cell with the typical yellow walls, single bench and a video camera encased in silver reflective plastic in the corner. The door to the room was thick steel with a square bulletproof glass panel in the center and a large lock. 

Going into the room, the meanest looking one told me to wait in the hall. Jewels looked at me with pleading eyes as they propelled her into the room. I walked behind the desks, where the video monitor was and watched.

From the room, I could hear them yelling at her. “This is going to be very bad for you, if you don’t tell us every detail of what you know, you will go to prison for 30 years! Other women will rape you; they’ll make you eat shit. They’ll beat you till your black and blue. Tell us what you know!”

After 20 minutes of constant yelling and abuse, they had me go in. My job was to be the nice guy, the guy you could trust. I had to go in there and take advantage of what they had done to her. I hated it; made me sick.

Entering the room, I saw her sitting on the bench. She was shaking, with dark, wet makeup smudges running down her cheeks. I walked over to her and held her, sobs quaking her body. I wanted to cry looking at her; she looked so small and fragile. I held her until her shuttering quieted down.

“Officer, can you at least come in here and take off these cuffs?” I yelled.

They came in and removed them with a frightening scowl. Leaving, they made a big show of slamming the big door with a deep metallic thud and locking it.

“I called up my friend. He’s their boss,” I said, gently. “He said I can get rid of those two goons and keep you out of trouble. All you have to do is tell me what happened. What did your boyfriend tell you? Please don’t leave out any details or we are both going to get it from those two.” 

It was the old bad cop, good cop with a twist. I was the good cop they were the bad ones. 

I always hated this game. It made me feel like the most morally decrepit asshole in the universe. If this was good, what was bad? 

She looked at me, misplaced trust in her wet eyes. “What do you need?”

“First, what does your boyfriend plan to do?” I asked.

“He said that he had a huge shape bomb. I didn’t know what that was. He told me, it could punch a hole through anything. He vowed that he would get revenge for what the airplanes had done to his family.”

“He must have been talking about a shape charge. It blows up with a huge directed spike of force instead of a sphere shape like most explosives. People use it to punch holes it metal or to cut it. Did he say what the target was?”

“He didn’t, but he did say it was on New Years Eve. You know he works at the airport.”

After asking many more detailed questions and getting little more, I told her I would go out and talk to the officers. She held my hand and warmly thanked me. I could taste bile in the back of my throat. I felt nothing but remorse for my dishonesty and treachery. I needed to repent for what I had done to her and to my wife. I couldn’t face thinking about my wife yet.

On the way home, I wondered what I would do next. I had a date and time of the mass killing but that was all. I still didn’t know what the target was. Arriving at the condo with Jewels I got out of the car and opened the door for her. Next thing I new I was at the hospital with my head of surveillance, Eric, looking at me, my head a dull stabbing pain.

“What happened?” I asked. The spinning room’s lights hurting my eyes as it glared on Eric’s blonde hair and the shiny bald spot. 

“Bronson, you were hit in the head and kicked a bit. We found you after we called a few times and there was no answer. I traced the phone signal.”

“Where’s Jewels?”

“We’ve not seen her and we lost her boyfriend right before we lost you.”

”Great! Now what are we going to do. Do you have any ideas?”

“Bronson, the doctors say you have at least a day more in bed. No broken ribs but they want to check your CT before they let you out. My team is out looking for clues as we speak. I’ll let you know as soon as we find something.”

I couldn’t take lying around in bed, hospitals made me sick. I’d even read statistics that said they make everyone sick. I got out of bed and dressed with great pain. I had bruises everywhere. It must have been Alexander, pissed that I had Jewels. That meant that if I found Alexander, I saved Jewels too. I needed out.

I tried leaving but the nurses firmly sent me back to my room. After a few more hours the doctor came in and said, ”You can go. You only have some bruises and a mild concussion. You’ll be fine in a few days.” I didn’t have that long, the first was coming up fast.

Once I was outside of the nasty UW hospital, I called Eric for a ride. He picked me up in his standard nondescript gray four-door Ford sedan. 

“Bronson, we have looked everywhere for Alexander. He’s gone to ground. We did find a ransom note in your mailbox however. It has no address and no fingerprints or anything else that could help. I’m not even sure how he got it there, as we were watching your place. It says to go to the foot of the Space Needle on December 31 at 10pm with $1,000,000 and put it in an ambulance that will be there. No cops. It says, if you do not comply Jewels will be killed,”

“Ok, lets go with it. You have the standard briefcase with transmitter and I can get the good fake cash. We will get Jewels back and bag this puke, Alexander, at the same time! The one thing I don’t like about this is that it will pull us away from whatever he’s got going with the airplane. We need to stop that too.”

“I’ll keep a team hunting for him at the airport and a second making sure security is tight there. Maybe we’ll get lucky and find him before we have to make the exchange here.”

“Lets Hope”

After days of boredom, nothing had been found, no sign of Alexander or Jewels. I had hoped that Jewels would find some way to signal us, but no such luck. We were running out of time.

As the days ticked past, I thought about September 11 2001 and how deferent it had been from the movie 2001. No peace, no moon bases, nothing but death and war, just as it had always been. Now a few years later we had yet another terrorist with planes and bombs. I hoped to be the one to put and end to it. I hoped that one day we would spend our world efforts on the planets and not the pukes of earth.

At last, New Years Eve night arrived. I had the case with the money. I had my men with their nasty high-tech sniper’s rifles tucked away in the cracks of nowhere. I would make the exchange and my men would follow Alexander to whatever disaster he had planned and stop it. Then we would interrogate Alexander and find out about the next step up the ladder of cells of Laddin for Freedom. We were fighting cancer. We were the white blood cells out to kill all the micro-tumors of terror of the world. Carrying the case, I went into battle.

I walked through the park, filled elbow to elbow with people here to dance and watch the Needle explode in the next year in showers of sparks and the thuds of explosions. It was always a great show. Searching through the crows of people, I spotted the ambulance, parked at the base of one of the legs of the Needle. I walked up to it and looking in but could only see the drivers and passenger seats, the back was blocked from view. I circled round the ambulance looking for a clue as to what to do next. I didn’t know what to do with the cash and I saw no way to get Jewels back either. 

Hunting round back, I found a second note. It said, “Put the case in the ambulance and I will send Jewels to you. I am watching you. One bad move and she’s dead!”

Something didn’t feel right. Crowds of people surrounded me with an ambulance. I stood there without a ground crew and a stupid note in my hand. What good did it do to put the case in an ambulance? It would be easy to see who came to pick it up. It was wrong. The ambulance needed closer inspection. 

Taking out a small pen light I systematical went round the ambulance, looking into each window. He had blacked out most of the windows. The front doors looked unlocked. Grabbing the passenger door handle, I began to open it. “No stop,” I thought. If this were a trap, the doors would be the trigger. The front windshield was the way in. 

I had no time. I had to get in fast. I called one of the sharp shooters. They had the kind of super weapons that would go unnoticed in this wild noisy crowd and the ability to shoot just the glass and not get the seat behind. It was a wonder that they could keep track of all the new kinds of bullets and guns that they had. “Shoot out the front window but nothing else,” I ordered.

The window exploded seconds latter. Using the briefcase, I cleared out more glass and climbed in. Alexander had wired both doors in a way that you couldn’t see the wires from outside the vehicle. The wires lead into the back. I looked into the back. The whole back of the ambulance was nothing but explosives with a small timer counting down. Five minutes left. If it blew, the whole needle would come down and it would take most of the crowd with it.

Acting quickly, I started disconnecting the leads to the primers. There were a lot of them and it was taking most of the time on the clock. It was an easy job. The bomb’s electronics were primitive and agents had many courses teaching us just how to handle this type of situation but it was still going very slowly. . .

My head was sweating, my fingers getting tired from breaking the strong wires. I only had one minute left and my hands were getting slippery with sweat. Just as I reached for the last primer, I heard Jewels voice.

“He let me go! Please come out of there, I need you.”

“Jewels run! This whole place is going to blow any second!”

“No, I need you.”

Swearing, I yanked the last wire out. It was safe, as long as no one did anything sudden. I knew primers exploded with very little initiative.

“Bronson, please come out,” she pleaded.

Crawling over explosives towards the front I could see her outline, she was backlit by bright streetlights over the crowd. I stood up once I reached the front of the ambulance just in time to see Jewels pull a 10mm Glock. Quickly she aimed it between by breasts, the red laser flickering of the broken glass about the cabin.

Next, two load thunderclaps and a soft splat.

Crawling back to reality, my chest feeling like I had been kicked by a Clydesdale horse, I looked around. The bullets had knocked me back into the compartment with the explosives, two large holes torn into my ballistics vest, my shirt ruined. I could hear a soft wheezing. I moved towards the sound. It was from outside. 

Opening the passenger door, I stepped out, every move hurting, my ears ringing. I tenderly walked to the front of the ambulance and saw Jewels propped up against the bumper. She had what looked like a beard of bees hanging around her jaw and chest. I knelt closer to her; the metallic smell of blood permeated my world. Shot in the upper chest, Jewels lungs pumped air out mixed with blood making the bubbly beard. My backup shot her. Hydrostatic shock had ripped her guts apart.




The Bomb



I lifted her gently putting pressure on the front and back of her body to stop the now slow spurting of blood from her wounds. The movement roused her she looked into my eyes.

“Bronson” she said softly, choking on the foam.

In short gasps with a frothy slurring, “Say hi, to your wife, Alexander said she was beautiful.”

My wife!? 

Her eyes became more glassy and slid off my face; the pumping of blood from Jewels wounds ended.

Standing up, I looked about. I felt like I was in the twilight zone. Everyone was still celebrating New Years Eve; no one had noticed the death. My team radioed me. 

Alexander had been spotted and shot at as he pulled something out of his pocket and aimed it at the ambulance. The bullet only hit the edge of his shoulder but it made him drop it. Running with blood dripping, he made it to his car and eluded pursuit.

Later we inspected what he had dropped as he escaped. It was a small transmitter, rigged to blow the ambulance by remote control. He had wired the bombs on the bottom as well as the top. It would have been impossible for me to disarm the second bomb detonators. We’d all be dead, if he hadn’t been seen and shot. The people of Seattle were lucky, was I?



The Bond



Rose was sitting down by the rivers edge, watching the river twist and turn as it flowed swiftly by. It started to rain heavily, her clothes were soaked, she felt herself in a state of spacelessness. Her Master had written to her, telling her, that He was having to go abroad and that he wanted her to be taken care of during His absence. The reason that Rose was down at the river, in the rain and the cold was that she was trying to absorb the information. she felt the tears rolling down her face, she felt a heaviness of her being, and a mindset of confusion. 

she didn't particularly want another Master or another Dominant to enter the zone which was labeled "her zone for her Master". she understood that her Master's primary need and concern was to ensure that her needs were met. But she thought to herself, those needs can be met in a similar way, at a similar pace and time by my Master. 

she dried the tears, her eyes were red and swollen. she picked herself up off the river's edge and realized that she was soaked through. she got into the car and she drove. The road in front of her was covered in mist, her eyes, were once again streaming like an eternal fountain. she knew that she could voice her concerns to Master, but she knew that Master's word would be final, and that was that. 

she arrived home and took a shower, and washed her hair. she got out of the shower, dried herself down, and dried her hair, already feeling better, realizing that Master's word would be final. But that at the first opportunity she would voice to Him, her concern. 

The phone rang, and Master's deep voice said "beautiful I'm sending a car for you, to pick you up at 8.00 p.m. I want you to be dressed in the manner that you know, that I am accustomed. W/we will be having company over dinner and following. I have a Friend that I would like you to meet." The conversation ended and she placed the receiver down. 

she finished drying her hair, put on her makeup, put on a pair of black lacey, crutchless panties, black stockings with a matching garter belt. She wore a very delicate white bodice top, with satin ribbon threaded down the front, and a very short revealing skirt, which had splits going up all the way up to the crutch. It was skirt that she knew Master would like. Her top, Master would like. The underclothing Master would like, for it gave Him ease of access. She picked up her handbag and put in her lipstick and perfume and her housekeys. She looked in the mirror and put on her chain necklace. The chain that provides her completeness, her oneness with Master. Her earrings were gold loops, once again, the circle of life, a story of completeness. Master had bought Rose the earrings for her birthday some years before. Master had bought Rose the chain necklace when He collared her. They were extraordinarily special, and held in a safe place. 

At 7.55 p.m. there was a toot on the horn, the car had arrived. The driver smiled as he saw the delicate lady get into he back of the car, and said to her "your looking very nice today Ma'am. your Master will be very pleased". 

Master would be pleased for He was the One who spoiled her, who dressed her, who praised her and who disciplined her should the need arise. He was the One who held her close, and He was going away. she was determined not to let the tears fall, to ruin the makeup, not to ruin the mask of the happy slave that she had become. 

she smiled at the driver and said "I hope Master will enjoy this one's company this evening". Before too long, the car came to a stop, the driver got out and opened the car door. Rose got out, and once again smiled, and thanked the driver. 

she walked into the Regency Hotel. she made her way to the restaurant. As she entered, Master stood, and kissed her softly, as He greeted her, and lead her by the hand and said "beautiful, it's lovely to see you, and my my, aren't you looking a treat tonight. I am so pleased, I am so proud to call you Mine". 

Master escorted Rose to His table and there was another man sitting there. He was a younger man than Master, extremely well dressed, very fine features, but there was a coolness about Him, which Rose didn't particularly care for. He stood, and said "hello girl". Rose's eyes, met His eyes, and she replied "hello Sir" and she sat down next to her Master. 

The conversation over dinner had been based around Master's working day. About the football from the weekend, and how Master's team had yet again lost. Rose thought, that's extremely interesting, but football is football. What did i do with my weekend, she thought, i sat and i cried on the rivers edge. i cannot communicate that to Master, not in front of this Man. 

Master turned around and said "Rose, Whilst I was watching the football, what were you doing?" She replied "i went for a drive, and found myself sitting at the rivers edge, contemplating how times, change Master, how times change". 

The visitor replied "indeed girl, how times do change". The Visitor looked at the girl, and the girl's Master, and He smiled. 

After dinner they retired into a Master's private suite. It was a reserved suite which Master occupies at various times during the year. 

Master poured a brandy, offering His Friend a glass, and also one for His beautiful girl … but rose declined. His Friend, took the offered glass of brandy and sat down on a chair at the other end of the room. 

Master said to rose, "come and be with Me, as you know I am going away". Master beckoned her to His feet, the place where she knew, where He liked her to be. As she gracefully slipped upon her knees, the other Sir looked at her, looking at that delicate woman who He may take care of during her Master's absence. 

Master turned around and said to His rose "go and get your collar and leash". Rose slowly slid across the fall to the beside cabinet and took to her Master her black leather, collar and black leather leash. This was used at a time when Master needed to bring her into a place where she needed to be, both in the mind and in the physical. her stomach burned and her sex dripped. She knelt between her Master's feet, He attached the collar and He said to His friend "this is My delicate rose, she has given herself to Me. How do I know you will respect what is Mine, whilst I am gone? For I am in two mindsets about this transition. I wanted My one to meet you, and I wanted you to meet My one. You may observe how well she behaves for Me. When I have finished, I ask her serve you." 

The Visitor replied "I will merely observe on this occasion, I have no need for her to serve Me. If you desire, she may serve Me merely as Your Guest". 

Master said to His one "girl, have you missed Master?" Master's sex began to ache and He took His girl, and He rubbed her breasts, His hands caressed her nipples through the fabric of the bodice. The soft material stimulated her nipples. He looked, He undid the ribbon, His eyes now feasted on her erect breasts that were swollen with anticipation, and He knew that if He ran His hand up her inner thighs, her sex would be dripping for Him. He attached the leash to His collar. He gave the leash a gentle tug, just to let her know that He was in control. 

He took off her bodice and exposed her erect nipples. He smiled a gleeful smile. He then told her take off her skirt and then He ran His hands into her sex, and He was very awakened by what He felt. He told her to lean over the stool and He bound her hands and feet, exposing her butt, into the air. He removed the panties, and removed the garter belt, and the stockings slid to her ankles. There she was stood over a stool and helpless, where she needed to be. 

He picked up a paddle, and He smacked her bottom and He smacked her bottom again until it changed from a virginal white to a soft delicate pink. He put His hands in between her sex, and felt the waterfall of moisture. "My my you are now ready for Master's touch." He released the restraints and He told her to get on all fours. 

Master said to her "what are you?" rose replied "i'm Your bitch 'n heat". Master said "wrong, what are you?" she replied "Master i'm Your slut and Your slave". He said "girl, go and wait for Me in the toilet now". she knew exactly what that meant. Master and rose returned from the toilet, and her sex was dripping, because when she serves Master, by being watered, she goes incredibly wet. 

Master's Friend was looking and His sex was hard. He was looking at this girl, and the girl's Master, and noticed how they were two, but yet they were one. They complimented each O/other, and what a privilege it would be, to have His way with her. He thought to Himself, that He would not be as gentle as what her Master had been, but she would know pain, and she would know His touch. For I do not love, I use, I do not care, but tend to abuse. Yes when My Friend goes, I will have much pleasure in using this slut for My pleasure and her pain. He laughed evilly to Himself. I cannot wait to get My hands on her. His eyes went cold as He thought of the ways that He would use and abuse her. 

He knew that His Friend was a sadist through and through. That had always been the way, and that would always be the way. He knew His Friend was besotted with the girl, and that the girl needed to be used. As He looked at His Friend who was taking His girl, He thought to himself, I would like her to serve me today. 

He looked again and there was rose and her Master covered with hot and sticky wet cum. she had released for Master, and was licking Him clean. Master was lavishing as her soft tongue was caressing His sex, delighting in His precious rose. Master remembered that His friend was in the room and said He said "Sir, would you now like to use my girl. My girl would be happy to serve you and I would like to observe how she performs for Me." rose looked at her Master, that if it was His wish, she would obey Master. 

Master sat back in His chair and Rose sat at His feet, and His Friend came over and accepted the leash, and tugged it hard and said "girl, you may call me Sir, Sir is all I am to you, and Sir wants to fill you". 

Sir had been given the treasure box of Master's toys. He had delighted in removing the clit clamps with various weights. He applied the clit clamps onto rose, and He watched her twitch. He then added the weights. More than weights than what Master had ever used. He pulled the leash, and He tugged it tight. 

Sir said "wench I want you to spread your legs, wider." Then He yelled "wider I told you". She obeyed, not out of respect, but out of fear. This Sir had such a cold manner. Her Master had always looked upon His rose as being such a treasure. 

Then Sir attached the nipple clamps and He tugged the leash and the tugged the chain attached to the nipple clamps and she shivered for it hurt. She was a slave to her Master, but she was not enjoying being used by this Sir, in this way. Then Sir sat down in His chair and He tugged the leash and He said "wench come here". She was about to stand up and He said "NO you stay on your hands and knees and you crawl, you crawl and you slither like a dog to Sir". He yanked the leash so hard that rose felt her nipples sway, and the clamps between her legs ached. 

rose saw that Sir had undone His fly, and He had exposed His hard and erect cock, and Sir said to her "wench open your mouth now" and as she opened her mouth He rammed His cock down her throat and He ordered her to suck, to be a good puppy dog. To be a good puppy slave, for Sir. rose sucked, but then choked. She was not enjoying this experience at all. 

Unbeknown to rose, her Master was looking on, and He was not happy at the way that she was being used. Master had thought that His long time Friend would have respected His property. But no. He had suddenly realized that He was in the process of making a very grave mistake. 

As rose took one last suck of Sir's cock, she felt His cum shoot down her throat, she knew Sir's needs had been met. He withdrew His cock from her mouth, not tending to rose's needs, and He said "girl thank Me". rose quietly said "thank You Sir". 

Master moved on over … to His delicate rose, and said "girl go into the bathroom and freshen up, and close the door behind you". 

Master said to His friend, "thank You for meeting with Me and My one. I was pleased that she was able to serve You. I have decided that I am going to take her with me abroad. I don't think I could bear to leave her. I thoroughly enjoyed watching My girl servicing You. I hope that You were pleased." 

His Friend said "Sir you have fallen in love and you are besotted with that girl. I could see how the two of you were one, both complimenting each other. There is indeed a very special relationship between Master and slave. She is indeed very fortunate to have you, to be held in such high regard. I must bid you well now Sir, and I hope you both have a very successful trip". Master opened the door, and bid his friend good bye. 

Master walked slowly into the bathroom and found His precious beautiful lady, in a ball by the door, sobbing with tears. she said "Master please forgive me. For this girl did not react too well to Your Friend, and i desperately wanted to please you". 

Master looked at His beautiful lady and said "beautiful, you have taught me a very valuable lesson, I could not subject you to Another's touch. I could not subject you to misuse or abuse, as I hold you so close and so dear to My heart. you are going to arrange for a vacation, and you shall accompany Me. you will service only me, for I hold your heart, your mind, your body, and your soul sacredly close to Mine, for I adore you, and I love you. you are Mine."

angel in submission to Beastmaster5302, on her knees, where she belongs, to serve, to be used, to be loved, to be treasured and watered. To encapsulate Master with her love, her care, and her attention, can only in time bring deeper understandings of one's purpose in this place that W/we call life. 



The Bond



You'd have to say there was something odd about Elaine and Phillip. Perhaps the oddness is best described as a lack of humor. Neither of them made friends easily, and neither showed any evidence that friendship mattered to them. They both worked at their respective tasks diligently, she at a computer in an office all day and he finishing high school. One could easily tell that they were mother and son, physically as well as by personality. "Average" would describe their appearances, if not their personalities. But behind their blank features lurked deeper similarities not hinted at. Emotionally, they were damaged, and sexually, they were smoldering.

Elaine's story is one of disappointment in relationships, alienation from family and the rest of humanity, deep sadness, and longing. It began with her parent's lack of normal affection for the child who appeared, unwanted, near the end of her mother's childbearing years. All the available love must have been spent on her 2 much older siblings, who were nearly out of the picture when she came along. Her mother found her to be too much trouble for a middle-aged woman, involved as she was in her career. And her father had never been able to relate to children on their level, expecting more maturity than she was capable of. 

She was farmed out to an even older woman whose vast child-raising experience somehow had not included any close relationships with children. "Aunt Tilley", as she was called, was a caretaker, but not much of a caregiver. Tilley was herself a withdrawn and self-absorbed old woman, seeing to Elaine's needs only in a physical sense. Elaine spent most of her time at Aunt Tilley's house, when she wasn't in school. Home was for sleeping, bathing, and changing clothes. 

By the time old Tilley had retired, Elaine's mother had reached the end of her career, and her life, and Elaine went back to her father's house full-time. She was old enough to look out for herself, which was a relief to her father. Her older sister and brother had long since gone away and begun lives in distant cities. Forced to confront the rearing of a teenaged daughter again, her father did a mediocre job. Elaine, desperate for some real human contact, began a sexual relationship with the only boy in school who came close to breaking through her defenses. When that ended, she was quickly on to the next, and the next, until just before high school ended, she became pregnant with Phillip. She confronted the most likely candidate among her lovers and he agreed to marry her. With financial help from her father, Elaine and her new husband were able to get a start and bring Phillip into the world. 

However, a threatened breech complicated the birth, and Phillip was delivered by caesarian section. Elaine was fully prepared to devote herself to her new son and lavish upon him the pent-up love that no one, including her trapped young husband, had ever wanted. But her attempts at breastfeeding, like the childbirth itself, were problematic. Her small breasts swelled but produced very little milk. It was important to her that her son receive the immunities and other benefits of breast milk, and so Elaine and her husband, Andy, found a red-headed young girl to serve as wet nurse. 

From the first, Elaine was conflicted about the whole childbearing business. Her joy at being pregnant, then getting a husband and moving to a place of their own, had been deflated by her inability to deliver normally and breastfeed her child, as well as by the tenuous relationship with Andy. Meanwhile, Andy showed signs of restlessness and in a fit of anger accused Elaine of trapping him into marriage. Phillip was barely out of diapers when Andy left. Once again, her father helped out financially, but she was emotionally alone. Elaine began to pull back from the world more, even as she entered the workforce. Her sexual activity was entirely solo, and she developed an extensive repertoire of masturbatory methods and erotic daydreams. Inadvertently, she was continuing the cycle of emotional neglect that she had grown up with, and somewhere inside, she knew it. Phillip was still a young child, but already she felt incomplete as a mother.

The dullness of Elaine's temperament rubbed off on her son. By puberty, he was settled in to her ways. The best way he knew to relate to her was by emulating her stoic nature, though he was feeling strong emotions, as was she. They began to secretly long for each other. Her longing was more for the completeness and closeness she had missed as a child and young mother, tinged with lust. His was for sex. 

Even though she seemed superficially distant from him, he knew that they were two of a kind. She understood even better than he, with her years of experience, that his serious cover could be hiding a boiling pot of sexual energy, as her facade did. Elaine often reflected on her own wild sexual experimentation, even though her only outlet in many years had been her frequent masturbation sessions, securely locked away in her bed or bath. She remembered how exciting those days were, and how unfulfilled they made her feel ultimately. She wanted to spare her son those unhappy feelings, and give him something real and lasting. Most of all, she wanted to give herself to him, in some unselfish but unspecified way. 

Phillip wanted to give a very specific part of himself to her, and this fueled his daily self-gratification. Why he was so attracted to her was a mystery that he never pondered, but he knew her physical attributes better than anyone else. Elaine hid her body from the world, like she hid her feelings. But in the safety of her home, she was much more open. After all, she needed some place to let down her guard. Over the years of Phil's tender youth, she had not been averse to appearing before him in bra and panties or some sheer negligee. As he entered puberty, she saw very little reason to increase her coverage, and Phillip learned early to play it cool and enjoy the view, without tipping her off to the fact that he was enjoying it. Phil's physical attributes did not go unnoticed by his mother, either, and he followed her lead in casual attire. Sometimes his face wandered in to her sexual reverie, and she didn't attempt to suppress it.

The day the scales tipped and the tidal wave of change hit them began as many others, with Elaine off to work and Phillip off to school. By the middle of Elaine's day, she was dragging. She was nearing her 35th birthday. She realized that when that day arrived, she would be chronologically closer to 40 than to 30, and no closer to emotional completeness than she had been when Phillip had been born 18 years before. She would have to do something about that some day. Some day soon. With a little more weight on her shoulders than usual, she drove home early, knowing that her son would not be home yet. Since it was looking like rain, and the car had just been washed, she put it in the garage. Then she went to the bathroom, closed the door, drew a bath and began to relax. 

Phillip's day had been more interesting. For some unexplained reason, fortune had smiled upon him, in the person of Donna Locke, known around the boy's locker room as Big Red, for obvious reasons. Donna, a girl with a school-wide reputation for fun-loving sexual experimentation, had taken a shine to our boy Phil and invited herself over to his house, which was after all only a couple of blocks from her own. In a very matter-of-fact way, Donna had proposed that Phil fuck her that afternoon, and Phil had immediately warmed to the idea. It would be his first time, although there had been a few previous encounters of a sexual nature, and he was looking forward to it. Donna had been around, so who better to hop into bed with? (Well, Mom would have been better, but Mom was unavailable.) Before school ended that afternoon, Phillip wisely found a quiet stall in the boy's bathroom and relieved himself sexually in preparation for the overwhelming excitement he expected to feel when he first touched that big red pussy of Donna's.

In a time-honored sneaking-Sally-through-the-alley move, Phil ushered Big Red in the back gate and through the sliding glass door, down the hall, and into his room. The room next to the bathroom. Knowing that his mother would not be home for at least 2 hours, and in a bit of a rush, Phillip left the door open. In the room next door, Elaine heard voices and might have called out to her son, had she not been three-quarters of the way to an orgasm, with the bath wand making the water between her splayed legs boil. Before she hit her peak, a strange fact intruded on her play. One of the voices she heard was female. And it was sighing loudly.

Instantly, Elaine was energized. There was not much doubt about what was happening in the other room. She quietly turned off the faucet and got out of the tub, wrapped herself in a large white towel, silently opened the bathroom door, and peered into her son's room. What she saw shocked her in a multitude of ways. Phillip was sitting on the bed, his shirt and shoes off, his mouth around one of a pair of large areolas, resting atop 2 large pink breasts. His right hand was rummaging around under Donna's short, tight skirt. Big Red was stroking Phillip's jean-covered crotch, her eyes closed, her head back, and her lips smiling. 

On one level, Elaine was gratified to know that her son was normal and had the gumption to go out and get himself some satisfaction. But on another level, she felt jealousy and the loss of her chance to repair the bond that had never quite existed with Phillip. More than anything, as she stared at the pair on the bed, she felt irrational rage that her son was again suckling from a redheaded stranger. Just as they had when he was born, her feelings of inadequacy as a mother surfaced, like a submarine breaching the waves. 

In her rage, Elaine screamed, loudly. She reacted as an animal mother might if her young one were being threatened. She charged the bed, grabbing fistfuls of flaming red hair framing a freckled face. Phillip screamed. Big Red screamed loudest and managed to sink her teeth into Elaine's forearm, which caused her to let go. In a flash, Red grabbed her bra and T-shirt and fled, her big pink breasts sloshing from side to side, leaving Elaine and Phillip breathing hard and wide-eyed. Elaine's rage immediately degenerated into tears and her shoulders slumped, and she ran down the hall to her own room, murmuring, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!". Phil sat down heavily on the bed and stared blankly at the closet door, the throbbing in his jeans intense. Apparently, despite his erection, he still had some blood supply to his other head, and he began to think.

In that moment, Phil could see the future as it could be. If he reacted angrily or not at all, this incident would always be a barrier between them. But having looked into her eyes moments before, Phil understood what she had felt, and he knew that her need, though different in some ways from his own, was strong, and that he had the best chance of anyone to satisfy that need. And in the process, he might satisfy his own needs. The answer was a soft reaction, an immediate reaction. 

Phillip, trusting his instincts, deliberately left his shirt and shoes off and walked down the hall, where he found his distraught mother sobbing, face down, on her bed, the towel covering her to mid-thigh. Knowing exactly what to do, for the first time in his life, Phil lay down on the edge of the bed next to his mother, put his arm across her back, and just held her. She groaned and sobbed again, still murmuring, "Oh, Phillip, I'm so sorry!" And he answered, "It's alright, Mom, I understand." 

"But you don't understand. You couldn't. It's because I've been such a terrible mother to you."

"You haven't been terrible. I love you, Mom."

Elaine rolled to her right enough to get her right arm around and both arms around her son, whom she hugged close. 

"I was never able to breast feed you. I had to leave that to a stranger. Another woman helped you when you needed food. Now you have new needs, and... and... another woman is..."

"...taking your place?" He finished her sentence the way she would have, had she the courage. She sobbed again into his shoulder. 

"Momma, anytime you'd like to 'breastfeed' me, that would be fine with me." Maybe he meant that half-jokingly, but he hoped she would take the bait. She didn't laugh. 

After awhile she spoke again. "Phillip, I want us to be close. Closer than we've ever been. And I want us to stay close, always." She had pulled back from him slowly now and searched his eyes intently, trying to gauge his feelings.

In a natural move, Phil reached out to the back of her head and pulled her close again, tenderly kissing her tear-stained eyes, her forehead, nose, cheeks, and lips. As they gently kissed, both of them felt a bond growing. Phil also felt something else growing, and soon Elaine, too, felt his erection against her right thigh. Tongues touched as lips parted. They pressed close together, legs beginning to intertwine.

Too choked up to speak, Elaine pulled back a bit and loosened the towel where it tucked in over itself on her left breast, pulled the towel back, and guided Phil's head to her right nipple as she lay on her back. For long minutes, her son's tongue and hands tantalized her small mounds, and Elaine sighed with the pleasure she had never felt before. Phil was sighing inside, too. She was feeling the pleasure that had been denied her all these years, while Phil's dreams were coming true. But this was not all that Elaine could do for her son. And she longed for a complete bonding.

She sat up in the bed, the towel still covering her upper thighs and mons, but little else. Her knees hung over the edge.

"Phil," she said, her throat tight, "eighteen years ago, you came out of me here, through this incision." She traced the small scar below her navel with her index finger. "That was not right. I was robbed of the experience all mothers have of bringing a child into the world through my most private part. This part." And in a deliberate move, she brushed aside the corner of the towel, revealing all. Phil gulped.

"I want us to share the experience we both missed. I want you in my most private part, as you should have been. I want you in here." With that, Elaine slid fully onto the bed, removing the towel, spreading and raising her firm thighs, inviting her son's wide-eyed gaze into her depths.

Phillip's heart beat hard in his chest, and he was paralyzed. It was left to Elaine to instruct him.

"Take off your clothes, honey."

Should he think about this request? Would you? He rose and removed his jeans and undies by sliding them over his slim hips, not bothering with the snap and zipper. He was entirely ready to proceed, as evidenced by the rampant phallus staring them both in the face.

"Come into me, now."

Were it not for the session he'd had in preparation for his planned coupling with Big Red, Phil would have ejaculated immediately. For this, Phil would later be eternally grateful to Donna. But he wasn't thinking about that now, as he moved back onto the bed and over his willing mother. Elaine was prepared for him. The finely honed sexual instincts of a woman in her prime had provided ample lubrication. He entered her easily, savoring the moment that would change both their lives. 

Truth be told, Elaine was as tight as Donna would have been, despite their age difference. After all, the largest thing to ever enter her vagina, from either end, was the rather thick vibratory appliance she kept in her bedside table. And Phil's appliance was certainly respectable in size, and much nicer than her electric toy. 

Despite having masturbated within the last couple of hours, Phil knew that he was not going to last long this first time. It was okay, though, as they both seemed to be at the very edge of orgasm. Elaine had gone through a chaotic mixture of emotions in the past half hour, from sadness to relaxation, arousal, shock, anger, grief, desire, and back to arousal. What she hadn't experienced was release, but she was very close. As he moved in her, her thought decreased. She reached a level of consciousness previously unknown to her. A level of complete experience, devoid of thought. Her whole life had been waiting for that moment of transcendence, and after that, her world would never be the same. 

Maybe the act was not quite as spiritual an experience for Phil, but the intensity was the same. "I'm in MOM!" was all he could think, and when his seed spurted into her depths, the elation he felt continued right past his orgasm. He never did actually stop after he came, but he slowed and began kissing his mother gently on the lips. With her reciprocating tongue probing his mouth, Phil began to feel his erection reviving, it having only slightly diminished. 

This time, there was some room for words and loving exploration. Each of them professed their love and gently caressed the other, his hands exploring her small breasts, sides, buttocks, thighs. She cupped his chest with her hands, trailed fingernails down his back, and squeezed his buttocks. Taking the lead again, Elaine rolled her son onto his back, their loins not separating. Like riding a bicycle, her sexual expertise came back to her as she rode Phil to a second climax. This one was more joyous, if not as overwhelming as the first. She threw her head back and cried out in happiness, throwing her hips forward and dragging her clitoris and mons back over the top of his penis. 

For his part, Phillip was amazed by the sight of his mother, utterly happy, dancing on his lap, impaling herself on him. He was able to think again, after the release he'd attained. His mind was on his mother, sex, the future. He'd found what he wanted. He was sure she felt that way, too. Over the course of half an hour, their lives had changed forever, and he was content. It was good, and it would soon get even better.

As Elaine came down from her second high, with Phillip still hard inside her, she began to think about his needs again. There was now no barrier separating them. They were a single person. So, there was no need to ask or explain anything to him as she slipped off his penis, pushed her body toward the foot of the bed, and received his penis into her mouth. The new sensation caused Phil to close his eyes, move his hips upward, and reach once more for her head. When he opened his eyes to the new sight of his mother, gazing up at him from his crotch, his firm flesh moving slowly in and out of her mouth while her fist squeezed and pumped, the completeness of their union was also apparent to him. 

Elaine was good at this, despite it being a long time since she'd done it. She had imagined taking a lover into her mouth many times, and often his face had been quite like Phil's. As their eye's locked, mother and son secured their bond forever. Nothing after this moment could break their union or overcome the power of the secret they now shared. Elaine effectively worked her son until, in a rush of new sensation, he came in her mouth. The moment was sweet for both of them, and she lovingly cleaned away their fluids with her tongue and then moved back into his arms. 

For a while, they were beyond words. After a bit, Elaine reached for the phone on her bedside table. Phil was mildly inquisitive, but soon understood. 

"I'm calling to say that I won't be in tomorrow. I have a family situation to deal with. Bye."

"First thing in the morning, I'll call in sick for you", she said. "We're going to be busy."

And they were busy. For days, it was like a honeymoon. Each of them reveled in the exploration of the other's body and finding new ways to give and receive pleasure. They did it all. There were no barriers.




The Bond



There were other things to think about between sexual encounters, like birth control. Phil maintained his room for the sake of the rest of the world, although they hardly ever had visitors. But he always slept with his mom. That is, when they bothered to sleep. 

Over the course of time, their personalities began to change in tandem. Suddenly, they developed a sense of humor, and a quick smile. Co-workers and fellow students could not help but notice, though no one guessed why. Privately, sex became fun, while retaining the blockbuster intensity of their first coupling. 

Elaine had always called her son "Phillip", but she began sayings "Phil". 

"Phil", she'd say.

"What?", he'd reply. 

And Elaine would smile and answer, "Me, Phil. Fill me." 

And he always did.



The Bond



Lisa was checking email when one of those pop-up adds for an adult site came into view. She almost hit delete but instead clicked on the image. There were all different kinds of options from dvds to lingerie to toys. As she was ready to hit delete again suddenly she clicked on toys. She could not believe what she was seeing. Her conservative mind never dreamed of all that was available. As she looked through one item after another she thought of Carol and their second encounter. 

Both had vowed after their first encounter never to have sex again but yesterday the vow was broken as they looked at each other's naked bodies. The first time was a bit awkward but yesterday seemed natural and sweet.  Then she saw it. The toy, and she thought that she and Carol must have it, for deep inside both new their affair would continue and blossom. She put the item in the shopping cart, entered the credit card information, shipping address, and then hit submit.

The two talked to each other daily but did not allude to either meeting, yet there was a different tone in their discussions. Their talks were softer, sweeter, and less business like. They talked of romance and sexually unfulfilled lives. 

The days passed when the front door bell rang. Lisa looked out the window just in time to see the UPS truck pulling down the driveway. She wondered for a moment, then it hit her, her order was here. She raced down the stairs, opened the door, took a deep breath, and looked around. Sure that no one was looking, she stooped down and retrieved the package. She laughed at herself realizing that if anyone had seen her, they would not know what was in the package. 

She opened it and was immediately aroused. She put the package down and called Carol. No sooner had they two said, "Hello'" then Lisa said, "I've got something special for us." 

Carol started, "What are you talking..." It was then that Carol realized that it was about their intimacy. Suddenly Carol said, "Lisa, we have got to stop this."

Lisa replied disappointedly, "What do you mean?"

Carol sensed her disappointment and said, "No, not that. I mean we need to talk about it openly. Are you inviting me over to make love with you?"

Lisa said, "Yes, please as soon as you can. And I am glad you said it. There is no sense in hiding it or not talking about it any longer. It is between us and we should no be ashamed of it. It is who we are becomming." 

Carol agreed and said she would be over shortly.

Lisa put the package in her night stand and freshened up as she waited for Carol. She was just finishing putting on a new blouse when she heard Carol's car in the driveway. 

She went downstairs, her heart pounding with excitement. Before Carol had arrived on the landing Lisa opened the door. The two women smiled at each other and as soon as the door closed they fell into each other's arms and kissed passionately. When the broke the kiss Lisa looked at Carol and said, "I've missed you." 

Carol smiled and said, "I was always only a phone call away."

The two sat down and both were relieved to finally talk openly about their relationship. Their long friendship had evolved into sharing intimacies that neither had ever really thought of. No longer would they plan trysts under the guise of shopping trips, but now would openly talk about making love. Finally, Lisa said, "Do you have enough time to make love." 

Carol smiled and said, "Of course."

Both women rose and walked up the stairs to the master bedroom. A king sized canopy bed stood in the middle of the room. Lisa had taken the liberty of lighting some candles and the room smell of lilacs. There was no hesitation as the two women disrobed, each admiring the other's body. 

They climbed into bed from opposite sides and fell into each other's arms. They kissed and lips parted, tongues, explored as did hands. As they kissed, their legs intertwined, and each woman's thigh's pressed up and in to the other woman's pussy. Both women were already moist and as they kissed and caressed their moisture grew. 

Lisa kissed along Carol's neck as Carol's hands moved up and down Lisa's spine. Lisa kissed along Carol's shoulders and then dropped her head to Carol's left breast. She placed a tender kiss on the hardening bud and then sucked gently on it. Carol's breathing became deep and then Lisa moved over to Carol's right breast. She nursed on each breast as Carol told her how good it felt and how lovely Lisa looked in the candlelight.

Lisa's hand slipped down, through the chestnut hair, and into the moist slit. Carol shuddered at the touch and a soft sigh escaped her lips. Carol, no longer constrained by convention, parted her legs. Lisa's middle finger into Carol's hot, steamy depths. 

As Lisa fingered her, she raised her head and the two women kissed again. Sharing tongues, saliva, and breath. As they kissed Carol's hand found its way down to Lisa's blonde pussy. Her fingers pushed through the hair until she found Lisa's swollen clit. She lightly caressed the moist bud and Lisa moaned deeply into Carol's mouth. As the women kissed they drove each other on with their fingers. 

Their bodies squirmed, became flushed, and covered in a sheen of perspiration. They kissed, moaned, and fingered until both reached that moment of no return. That split second where you realize that you can't go back from the edge, but merely surrender to the ultimate pleasure. They broke the kiss so they could gulp breath as they rocked up and back in orgasm. One contraction after another ripped through their pussies. One spasm after another rocked them. Both felt like they were floating away and for a few moments so overcome with sheer pleasure that they forgot where they were and what they were doing. 

Finally, they both came back to earth.  They looked at each, smiled, and kissed. Lisa then looked into Carol's eyes and said, "Darling, I love you." 

Carol smiled and replied, "I love you back."

Lisa giggled and said, "Wait." 

She rolled over and opened the bedside table. She pulled out a double headed dildo and held it up for Carol to see. Carol's eyes got large as she focused on the flesh colored piece of soft latex. Lisa held one end up and began to suck on it. Carol did the same and when both women had made the artificial phallus wet they entered the heads into each other's pussies. 

Slowly, inch by inch until they were connected. Both smiled as they embraced each other. They kissed and then began to move their hips up and back. It took a while of adjusting and re-adjusting but finally they fell into a nice soft rhythm. They kissed and talked. Talked of fulfillment, of passion, of friendship and caring.  They rocked up and back slowly building to yet another climax. Pushing now with intensity, both women were climbing the mountain of sexual release. Words were replaced with moans and sighs. As they grew close words returned, "Fuck me, Lisa," cried Carol.

As Lisa replied, "Yes, baby let's cum now." 

No longer thinking their bodies began to respond based solely on the most primal of all instincts, the instinct of pleasure. Both drove into each other their molten liquid covering the artificial phallus. Both women came, nipples hard, pussies leaking, bodies sweating, and lungs gasping for breath. 

Then as before, both women began to return to earth. Falling and landing softly. They smiled, kissed, and embraced. They lay there for a while not speaking but simply smiling and caressing. It was blissful and what both women craved. They were finding fulfillment like they never thought possible. They lay their contentedly until they slowly rose and got dressed. Leaving the artificial cock on the bed Lisa walked Carol out to her car. The two women hugged and kissed each other on the cheeks. Carol drove off as Lisa waved.

Lisa went back up to her room and retrieved the artificial cock and put the end that was in Carol into her mouth. She sucked tasting her lover's honey on the cock. She savored it and couldn't wait until they met again.



The Bond



Dear Readers,

Just started writing this story for fun. Let me know if this story interests you and it is something that you'd like to see me continue. I am sure I have made plenty of grammatical, syntax and spelling errors. So I am happy to receive any kind of feedback that can help improve my writing.

Love,

Subdued_Passion

***

Neytri dropped low to the ground, barely breathing, crawling towards the source of that melodious sound. The sound of her pounding heart a constant in her ears. She was certain she was bruising herself but she couldn't shake off the anxiety she felt, just as she couldn't ignore her curiosity for the source of that sound, even while her nostrils flared with the smell of the predator at hand. 

Struggling for air she took a deep breath and continued. The breeze seemed to have change directions because suddenly the air was filled with a new scent. How had she missed it earlier? That wonderful musk aroma that made her feel so heady. She took another mouthful of air, the scent something tangible and delicious now in her mouth. She gulped and felt it race through her. Her nipples tightened making it uncomfortable for her to continue to stay low on the ground. The intoxicating smell appeared to have completely captivated her. The only motion now was that of the beads of sweat rolling down her caramel skin and the moisture pooling between her thighs.

Vallah! She called to her god for strength. She wanted to draw herself closer to the scent of the wonderful male and listen to his melodious voice that seemed to be weaving its own spell on her. But, her survival instinct was strong and the beast nearby. She needed to get to safety before she could pursue the pleasure that was promised within the embrace of the delicious smelling male.

***

Mateyo looked around the campsite. His troops didn't appear to be at their physical best and as much as he would've liked to spend some more time on their training he knew he couldn't afford any further delays. They were untried men in his battalion who would probably never return home but time was of the critical essence and everyone aware that some of their lives would be sacrificed for their cause.

Their cause; it wasn't a cause at all. It was a pre-emptive strike to ensure that they would continue to live their lives as free men just as they had during Mateyo's father's reign. Mateyo had tried diplomacy in vain. It appeared that freedom would accept no coin except one paid in blood. And so, here he stood, in the midst of unknown Shiveri forests, hoping that the gods would grant them favour and lead them to victory.

***

Neytri leaped across the bush in one clean jump and landed on all fours. Her muscles that had been tensed the whole time finally relaxed sensing that she had finally managed to shake off the predator. She couldn't shake off the feeling that she was still not completely out of danger.

Neytri recalled once again the two smells from earlier that day that obtained two completely different reactions from her. The first was the foul smell of the predator that left her stomach churning and the second; she couldn't identify the second smell either. Only that it was wonderfully male. The dew from her mound flowed afresh at the memory of that delicious smell.

Taking a deep breath she tried to ignore the sensations that the scent memory was causing in her. Instead she tried to focus on what she would tell her elders about the new creatures that now seemed to be about in their forest. Creatures because like the predator the wonderful smelling male was also something different of this she Neytri was certain. Her kind always possessed a keen sense of smell and always trusted their nose more than other sense organ.

Confident that she was no longer watched, Neytri rushed towards the direction of her village.

***

"Aaaaarrrrggggggggggghhhhhhhhh!"

The blood curdling sound was lost in the dense forest landscape.

The creature was frustrated. It had laid the trap, but its prey proved more alert than it had anticipated. The creature was just going to have to wait a little longer before it could devour the tasty morsel it had chanced upon that day.

***

"Cheer up, you sour puss", said a booming voice, "Don't look so defeated before we've even begun battle. It's bad for the morale."

Mateyo looked at his dear friend and second in command. Onuoro lacked tact at the best of times but spoke the truth, Mateyo had to begrudgingly admit to himself.

"I cannot help it dear friend. Most of these young pups have barely been weaned from their mother's chest and here they stand ready to fight for a cause they barely understand, and naively thinking that they will return home the victorious hero."

"It is a heavy burden you bear my friend. One I suggest you make light by making a man of some of these here lads while they still have a chance."

Despite the twinkle in his eye Mateyo knew his friend well enough to know he was deadly seriously and had probably already spoke with the women and made the necessary arrangements. His friend had probably only broached him with regards to the matter of coin.

"And how much will the wenches charge to honour these untried cocks with their cunt?" asked Mateyo.

"Tsk tsk, you are too crude my friend in matters of pleasure."Onuoro continued in a teasing tone. 

"The women only seek compensation for the risk they take in following us to ensure that we are never devoid of the pleasure..."

"... of their open thighs?"

"... of their company. If it weren't for their presence you know half these men would turn around rather than embark on a journey that would leave their cock devoid of pleasure for so long."

"In fact," Onuro continued in lowered tones, "I suspect that some of these men prefer to come along for these marches just so they can taste someone other than the poor soul they are married to."

With a thunderous laugh he went on, "I know I wouldn't last lost in battle with my sword sheathed. And gods know it that none of these lads could walk, let alone fight in battle, after taking my cock up their shithole."

"Should 5000 inkles cover the expenses for these acts of charity and kindness then?"Mateyo questioned his friend.

Reaching out his hand Onuro said, "That'll do just fine my friend. And you will observe the coin well used. You will find the morale of your men uplifted tomorrow, for tonight they will find pleasure that is only to be found in the sweet cunt of a willing woman."

His friend laughed boisterously while Mateyo couldn't help but smile at his friend's inventiveness. 

"And how shall you be passing the night my friend?"

"Well, on a night like this, a great man like me can only find pleasure in one way."

"And how is that, good friend?" asked Mateyo of his friend.

"In the sweet embrace of three cunts fighting for a stab from my cock!" laughed Onuoro as he walked towards his tent.

Mateyo smiled and turned away from his friend. Onuoro had always been his trusted and loyal friend but his boyish pursuits had not changed over the years. Somehow that did not diminish who he was in any way. If, anything his behaviour seemed to just add to the legendary status of the commander of the Phalinial army. They both had taken on a great responsibility early on in their lives. And while Onuoro seemed to have taken it on with a simple roll of his shoulder, Mateyo felt that he himself had not been as fortunate. The demands of his duties took more from him than just his time. He realised that perhaps like his men he too ought to relieve some of his stress pounding into the spread offering of an all too willing wench. With these thoughts Mateyo headed towards the tents further back that stood as homes for the whores that journeyed with the army.

***

Neytri wasn't sure what it was but she was certain that she had heard some sound, almost like a scream but more distorted. She could not quite explain it but it left the hairs on the back of her neck standing. Yet, it seemed as if she was the only one who had heard it. None of the other creatures of the forest that surrounded her acted as if they had heard anything alarming. Some voice deep within Neytri told her she ought to fear the beast that would make a sound of such nature.

Filled with determination she headed towards the entrance of the kowaekai, the shaman of their village. Since time immemorial the kowaekai women would convene with the forest spirits to understand the will of Vallah. Her people were mere instruments to their God's will and her kind had lived for long and in secret because of this practice. 

Neytri knew that once she described the oddities of her day to the three kowaekai women they would be able to make some sense of what she'd experienced and heard.

***

The campsite was filled with merriment. It was quite obvious that the women were doing a great job of uplifting the spirits of the troops. And though the absence of spirits was sorely felt by many a soldier, they were mostly just happy for the distraction from the impending doom.

The men were particularly pleased that their otherwise fearless and formidable leader had join in the banter round the circle while awaiting their turn with the women. They were several that complained about how while there weren't enough women the second in command had three tucked away in his tent. And from the sounds of it, he seemed to be fucking every opening available on each of them.

Mateyo himself was enjoying the ministrations of a young woman's mouth on his cock while he sat back and spoke with his men. Every now and then he would gently but firmly push the woman's head further down his cock. He was a large man and he knew she would need assistance if she was to properly suck his organ.

The scene around the campsite was pretty similar no matter which way one looked. Women getting spit roasted like celebratory boars. There were some who were also eagerly helping some of the soldiers get off with their hands. Mateyo couldn't understand the pleasure of merely using a woman's hands when they had far juicier orifices to explore. 

The thought brought Mateyo's attention back to the woman between his thighs, he'd let her play with him long enough, but now it was time to bring things to a completion. Without saying a word Mateyo merely lifted the woman to her feet and turned her around. The woman understanding his intentions bend forward and braced herself for the battering she knew she was bound to receive from their stalwart leader. 

Since his cock was already pretty slick with the girl's spittle Mateyo knew he could easily enter her. Yet he felt her nether lips to make sure that she was wet enough for him to enter. He had never spend two nights in the arms of the same woman but he always believed in bringing as much pleasure to the girl he was fucking as he was getting himself. 

Mateyo entered the girl with a forceful stroke and with a few rutting motions was deeply seated within her. With his hands holding on to her hips for support he started hammering away at her defenceless pussy. The moans coming from all around him made him speed up his movements and soon he was lost within the sensations of the wet heat of the woman under him. His cock twitched to indicate his impending orgasm. Mateyo pressed his thumb to the woman's pearl to ensure that she could feel the pleasure too. Swiftly Mateyo pulled out before he could spill his seed into her womb. He briefly slumped over her from relief but then with a quick jerk to his cock walked away leaving the woman to enjoy the attentions from his men.

Mateyo hadn't walked far when he noticed for the first time that night that the full moon was out and shinning in complete splendour. For some reason the sight of the moon let an odd sensation in him. He couldn't quite understand it but he felt an absence, but couldn't understand of what or why. Trying to shake out the odd feeling he walked towards the river. A cold bath would refresh him and prepare him for his arduous journey ahead.

***

"Grandmother?" called out Neytri. 

The kowaekai sisters had always been called as such by everyone in the village no matter the age. The three women that currently lived in this dhancha were so different from each other that none would have suspected them to be sisters. For even though they were referred to as sisters, they were not related to each other by blood. 

Once every 400 years three girls born with the mark of Vallah were brought to the dhancha. These girls were raised by the kowaekai and prepared for their role in their kind's future. When the time came the kowaekai sisters would depart the dhancha and never be seen or heard from again. Most believed that since they had lead such pure and selfless lives that Vallah chose to draw them unto him with their mortal forms intact. No one ever knew what really happened and they didn't really care as long as the dhancha continued to remain occupied by kowaekai sisters.

Neytri's birth had been a time of great unrest for her village as she was born with the mark of Vallah just fifty short years after a new set of sisters had been inducted. The people of the village could not fathom the meaning of a single girl bearing the mark. They suspected that foul play was at hand since only truly evil things came alone. All of Vallah's earthly creations came in twos and all His divine beings came in sets of three.

The kowaekai prayed with Vallah and spend many a nights conversing with the moon before they concluded that Neytri was specially marked. She was to be an instrument for a great change for their kind. But they were not privy to the when or the how. Thus Neytri spent all her life under the protection of the kowaekai but the villagers were always wary of her. Not everyone was looking forward to their ways being changed and since she was prophesied to be instrumental to the change, Neytri was always treated a little distantly by the rest.

"Grandmother?" Neytri called out a little louder as she entered the dhancha. She was not afraid of the kowaekai like many in her village. Their preternatural existence brought them in contact with all kinds of spirits, some of the more malevolent ones upsetting those unwitting creatures that happened to walk in while the kowaekai held session with them.

"Enter child, "came the sound in unison. 

Three voices that somehow sounded like they belonged to one person gently bade her. Neytri entered and as always was struck in awe of these frail looking beings with their gentle powder blue pupils with their bodies covered in runes that glowed whenever they were communing with the supernatural.

"You have questions we know. But, now is not the time for them. You are needed elsewhere."

This was strange behaviour on the part of the kowaekai. They had never before turned anyone away without giving them the answers they sought. But, Neytri knew better than to question their purpose.

"Where would you have me go grandmother?"Neytri addressed them as one; which is how they were always addressed since they somehow always spoke as one. It was as if their consciousness had merged into one single unified being.

"You are needed to follow the moon tonight child. The path she makes will lead you to your destiny. That is all we know."

Having passed their message the kowaekai turned their backs on Neytri leaving her confused about what it was she was needed to do and if this was the beginning of the prophesy that led to her having a doomed existence amongst her kind.

Neytri stepped out of the dhancha, drawing a deep breath she looked towards the moon for the guidance and counsel she had come to seek from the kowaekai, but had failed to receive. As she continued to gaze upon the moon she had the sudden desire to plunge herself into its cool depths. That not being possible she felt a swim in the river would do her good and she would also be able to ponder upon the task the kowaekai had set upon her. With these thoughts in mind Neytri raced in the direction of the river.

***



The Bond



Carmen Williams was walking home late at night in London, on her way home from an evening with her friends at a pub called the Horse and Hare. It had been a good evening for her, she had drank with an old-school friend Alisha and had enjoyed herself.

Her brown skin, and short black hair always drew men's attentions but not as much as her red-head girlfriend Sarah, or her raven-head pal Stacy who got all the men's attentions.

She was wearing a short black skirt that stopped just above her knees, with a blue t-shirt and black coat finished off with a pair of black Opaque tights, and high-heel boots.

Her father was Dominican, and her mother Irish-Catholic, who came from Dublin in the 1980's to London for a new life.

Carmen had piercing hazel eyes, and beautiful features.

It sometimes annoyed her that most of her friends got men's attention, and she was viewed as the 'pretty-enough' friend of the group.

She walked past a cul-de-sac that was off of the main road, and heard faint footsteps behind her.

She was about to turn around, to look at who was behind her when suddenly a Caucasian hand covered her mouth from behind her, as an arm grabbed her around her waist and she was dragged into the cul-de-sack, and into an alleyway.

'Oh please, no not this!'

She thought to herself in her mind, as the effects of the alcohol made the whole event seem even more surreal.

In the alleyway she was met by two white men, all dressed in fashionable tweed jackets, and stylish flat-sole shoes, all had short, maintained goatees and moustaches.

She recognised them, the two men were with a third man earlier in the evening.

They hailed from Essex, and were posh boys who wouldn't leave her and her friends alone for most of the evening.

One of them, with brown hair and manicured hands had said to her friend Stacy while drinking and hassling them that 'he'd do her' in front of her and friends.

"Well I wouldn't want to do it with you."

Her friend had said back, but the guy didn't seem unfazed and said 'he'd make her' but luckily at that moment a regular bouncer working at the pub stepped in, an older Scottish man named James who told them to leave, or he'd make them leave after overhearing them.

The brazen lad laughed, but the bouncer grabbed him by the arm and forced him out of the pub followed by his friends.

Carmen had thanked James for what he did, and enjoyed the rest of the evening in peace.

Now it seemed these men had waited for her and her friends, but it was Carmen who was the unlucky one of the whole plan.

"We're going to fuck you."

A familiar voice said behind her from the man holding her, it was the same man who had said the sickening comment to Stacy earlier before he was thrown out.

She began to weep, knowing no one was coming to save her now.

The man holding her pushed her into the alleyway, and laid her on the floor, on a dirty, dank mattress the homeless used to sleep on or even urinate on.

The other two men held her hands above her head, pinning her down.

She could now see their leader, the one who made the comment to her friend.

He knelt down, and she could smell a strong odour of alcohol on his breath as he forced her legs apart with his own.

His filthy hands pushed her skirt up over her legs, exposing her crotch and thighs in her tights to him, the sick pervert laughed seeing her wearing bright purple panties beneath her tights.

He began to unbuckle his smart, pressed trousers and Carmen was about to give in, for the sake of her own safety.

Then she saw him, it was the bouncer from earlier on.

James.

Wearing his long black trench coat, suit, tie and work-boots.

He had a cigarette in his hands, standing at the mouth of the alleyway.

The men attacking her hadn't seen him yet, and as he approached Carmen saw him put his finger to his lips to instruct her to say nothing, or keep noise to a minimal.

For one brief moment, her mind thought of the worst.

That he was in on this attack, but in her mind she knew it could not be true.

James had come immediately to her and her friend's help, when this man between her knees spoke of forcing Stacy to sleep with him.

He crept up behind the man, and holding his lit cigarette out in his hand he used his free hand to grab a hold of the man's head, and pressed the lit end of the cigarette to his cheek.

The would-be-rapist screamed in utter pain, clutching at his face where the burn was on his skin.

James kicked him to the floor, and left him cradling his face.

The neck kick landed on the man holding her hands down on the mattress, and he flew backwards onto the pavement.

The third and final guy didn't have much time to react as he had his hands on Carmen's chest, caressing her breasts through her t-shirt but the blow to his head sent him careering into a nearby bin.

"Come on lass, on yer' feet."

He said to her, and helped her up to her feet unsteadily.

The leader of the pack tried to get to his feet shouting.

"You're dead mate, you know that!"

But James landed his elbow on the man's face, breaking his nose with one blow.

He collapsed to the floor in a shower of blood, cradling his face once more.

"Let's go hen, am' taking yer' home."

James told her gripping her hand in his own, and escorted her from the alleyway onto the main road once more.

Carmen was breathing hard, shaking as James held her hand.

They said nothing to one another for about five minutes, walking together.

Carmen broke the silence.

"You came and helped me, but why?"

James looked at her as they walked side-by-side.

"When I stepped in tonight, wae' that wee fucker when he talked aboot' what he'd dae' tae' your friend, I did it for all of you including yer'. I meant it, I don't condone that with any woman, but he an' his pals still tried tae' dae' it tae' yer'. He's lucky I didnae' kill him, Carmen. I wanted tae' break his fucking neck."

Carmen studied him once more, and saw him fully again.

He was older, as he told her tonight.

She was twenty six, but James was thirty seven years old.

They had talked for almost an hour tonight in the pub garden, and she discovered he had once been a Police officer in London but had recently left for a career in private security.

He was balding, but he wore it proudly. The top of his head was bald, with his hair around his temples and the back of his head thick, and brown.

He had a thick brown beard that he told her he grew out for weeks and it gave him a grizzled appearance, like wandering nomad.

He was tall, at least compared to her own height.

He was about 5'10 in Carmen's estimation, and big.

Muscular, and of course big from his love of good foods, and cigarettes.

He told her he almost never drank alcohol, but occasionally smoked Cannabis which he told her in a whisper.

"So where dae' yer' live Carmen?"

He asked her.

Carmen drew her mind away from James for a moment, turning away from his hazel eyes and stammered.

"I live near Hammersmith, near the Broadway."

James nodded.

"I know where that is, nae' trouble. I'll walk yer' tae' your door hen."

He told her.

Carmen didn't know what to say really, could she really reject what he was proposing to her?

He had saved her from rape, and he didn't seem like he was going to try and do the same thing to her.

He seemed to care about her even.

"Thank you."

She muttered.

The walk was short, barely twenty minutes but Carmen spent the whole time in silence unsure of what to say to James if anything even.

The truth was, what do you say to a man who's saved you from being raped?

Do you talk about the weather, about television or just walk in silence?

Carmen chose the latter.

James had smoked three cigarettes in the time it took them to walk to her house on a council estate in Hammersmith.

Carmen worked at a local superstore, working the tills and the tobacco and alcohol counter in the store. 

She saved up most of her earnings, went on holidays when she could afford it, but had been single for almost a year.

The problem in her mind was that her friends were more attractive than her, and they got most of the men's invitations and interest.

They walked up to the front door of her building, where her apartment was.

Carmen turned to see James, standing a safe distance to give her personal space.

Out of the three bouncers at the pub tonight, he was the more interesting, more open to talk but he was not intrusive and seemed like a good man.

"Why? I just need to know why you did it."

James sighed, and with his hands in his pockets looked up at her.

"Because it was dae' right thing tae' dae' and I care aboot' you. You're a lovely lass, and deserve a good man, no' what those fucks wanted from you."

His words, his accent.

She contained herself, her body felt on fire and she nodded.

"Again, thank you."

James smiled, and turned before speaking.

"Don't mention it."

And with that he was gone, walking down the street to wherever he lived his home.

Carmen sighed, wanting to get indoors as fast as she could.

The Next Night, 9:35pm, The Horse and Hare Pub

Carmen should have declined the offer, but her friends wanted to go out again the next night and wanted to go back to the bar they had gone to the night before.

Only one problem, James would be working again in his role as a bouncer at the bar and since last night Carmen felt uneasy about what had almost happened to her.

She had not told her friends what had almost happened to her, but seeing James again would remind her.

But her friend Stacy pestered her all day on the phone, until eventually Carmen caved.

She decided to not dress so sexual tonight, opting for a pair of black leggings, a long purple shirt and leather jacket with the same boots as last night.

Finally by 8pm she was ready, and met with Stacy and Sarah and first went to a local pub named The Swan, but by 9pm the girls were eager to go back to the Horse and Hare as they were holding a disco.

Begrudgingly she agreed, and they made their way to the pub.

As they pushed through the doors, the disco music hit their ears and they saw the dance floor was awash with locals dancing, and drinking.

She hoped to God, James was not working tonight or was somewhere else.

But there he was near the bar, again in his suit and trench coat smartly dressed with his security license on his arm, inside its protective arm band.

He saw her, but didn't make any attempt to walk over to her and speak but simply gave a simple smile and nod.

Carmen couldn't help but smile back.

She hoped the girls hadn't noticed, but Stacy had.

"Did you see the bouncer, the one from last night? He smiled at you, he can't keep his eyes off of you."

Carmen moaned, trying to conceal the intimate feeling in her stomach seeing him once again.

"Yeah I know, come on let's get a drink and go to the garden."

Carmen insisted, and the trio went to the bar to order drinks.

Carmen felt his stare, but not in a negative way, it was as if he was watching over her tonight.

Stacy leaned in closer to Carmen as she ordered a Vodka and Coke.

"God he really is looking at you, Carm."

Carmen sighed, and turned to look over her shoulder and there he stood.

Hands behind his back, an ear-piece inside his ear connected to his radio and watching her.

She felt tense, but it was an uneasy feeling.

She didn't feel unsafe, in fact she felt the safest she had ever felt before as he watched over her protectively.

His beard was thick, crossing his jaw and chin like an old warrior watching over her.

"He's quite hot I think, for an older guy I mean."

Sarah said leaning in, joining the conversation.

"Can we just drop it guys, please?"

Carmen muttered.

The girls exchanged looks, and Stacy spoke.

"Did he do something last night? Say something bad to you or something?"

She asked Carmen, unaware of what her reason for unease was.

"No, nothing like that. Come on, to the garden."

She said and without waiting for her friends to agree, she strolled out towards the garden giving James a quick glance.

The trio sat down at a table, and took out their cigarettes and began to smoke and drink.

"Come on, something happened last night with that guy. You can talk to us Carmen, if he fucked with you let us know."

Carmen threw her arms up in annoyance.

"He saved me alright!"

Stacy and Sarah exchanged looks, and then Stacy spoke.

"Saved you? How?"

Carmen could feel a tear collect in her eye.

"I was on my way home last night, after you guys went home. I was walking down the road, and then I was jumped. Some guy grabbed me, one of the three who kept pestering us last night until James threw them out. He dragged me into an alleyway, and his mates were waiting. They were going to rape me, had me on some dirty mattress. I knew it was coming, and I hoped it was fast. But then he came to the alleyway, he must have heard the noises or something. He stepped in, surprised the three guys and beat them up. He saved me from being raped, then he walked me home. That was all."

Carmen hung her head, and waited for her friends to question her further as she clutched at her drink.

"Jesus."

Stacy gasped, her hand to her mouth in shock.

"Yeah, he saved me alright. That's why I am uneasy tonight, I didn't know he'd be working tonight but well... here he is."

Sarah moved closer to her friend, wrapping her arms around Carmen's shoulder."

"That's why he's watching you right, like looking after you sort of thing."

Carmen shrugged.

"It feels that way."

Her friends consoled her, and they drank and talked in the garden.

Eventually James came out, on his usual patrol to check the garden for trouble and she saw him.

Stacy and Sarah exchanged knowing glances, and said they'd be right back and that they wanted to go and speak to another girl on the dance floor.

It was intentional, to leave Carmen alone with James.

Carmen tried to call them back, but were soon inside the bar again.

James walked around the square design of the garden, Carmen was alone at her table and the only other occupants were two men smoking at a far table.

Carmen kept her gaze on her drink, as James slowly sauntered over to her table.

"Hey, you alright?"

He asked her concerned.

His voice made her shiver, and shake as she sat.

"My friends know, they wouldn't leave me alone until I told them. About last night, what almost happened and what you did."

James sighed, and nodded expecting this to happen at some point in the evening.

"I expected as much."

Carmen finally looked up at the older, Scottish man.

"They seemed surprised, I don't blame them. Men we've been with, well none would have done anything like what you did."

James crossed his arms, peering into the pub through a window then turning to Carmen again.

"I woulda' killed them, if I had the chance Carmen."

He told her, but he was looking into her eyes as he said it.

Carmen couldn't prise her eyes from his, and drank a mouthful of her drink.

"I believe you would have."

There was a silence, the only sound was the faint disco music in the distance inside the pub.

"Are you wae' anyone?"

The question stunned Carmen, as she looked at him surprised at his brazenness.

"Why would you ask me that?"

James shrugged.

"If yer' wae' a man, he woulda' been there last night an' I wouldnae' have had to step in as I did."

Carmen was stumped, it was true. She wasn't with anyone, and he knew that.

"Just because you helped me last night, doesn't mean I'm a fucking easy shag."

She said standing up from the table, but as she did she stood up too fast and was inches from James.

"I know that, I wouldnae' treat you like that. I would treat yer' like my girlfriend, a proper woman. No' some easy fuck."

His words, the meaning of them sent her tummy into a whirlwind.

She could barely breathe, and she was panting.

He stood there, looking down at her with a warm stare, but his built, muscular body rose over her like a protective bear.

Unbeknownst to her, Stacy and Sarah watched the two of them from inside the bar.

They saw her small, petite form overshadowed by his hulking form, his thick arms and broad shoulders and torso.

She looked down his chest, at the buttons of his coat up to his naval where his black tie was.

"U-Usually its Stacy, or Sarah who get men interested in them. I am not the one most men want."

James shuffled closer to her, and instinctively she backed away but was gasping for air.

But he gently placed his hand on her chin and looked into her eyes, his protective eyes, watching over her.

"The moment I saw yer', it were you I was interested in Carmen."

His rough thumb gently stroked her cheek as he held her warmly.

"I-I-I should go back inside."

She stammered, and on shaky legs slipped around him jogging back to the bar door.

Meeting the bar, she swallowed what remained of her drink in one mouthful and ordered the same drink from the barman.

Stacy and Sarah were at her sides.

"What did he do to you? If he hurt you I fucking swear it will be the last thing he does!"

Carmen swung her head, and turned to see James slowly entering the pub once more and stood watching her.

"He did nothing, we talked that's all."

Stacy was always the more straight-forward of the three of them, and jumped into the conversation fast.

"He had his hand on you, he must have done something."

Carmen swung her head as she paid for her second drink.

"It was what he said to me."

Carmen insisted.

"What did that bastard say to you?"

Carmen turned to her friend, and wiped her mouth of alcohol.

"He asked me out, that's all. I can't even breath around him, he's stalwart. I can't fucking help myself, I can't breathe around him."

Stacy looked at James, and saw his deep eyes but they weren't on her but actually focused on Carmen.

Her friends decided to take her mind off of James, and bought more drinks and headed for the dance floor.

Carmen's breathing returned to normal, but she had to force herself to not look at James as he watched over her.

Stacy and Sarah had dancing partners, local guys from the area.

Carmen drank her third drink of the night, swaying her hips and arms to the ambient lyrics of Crazy in Love, the cover-version for the film Fifty Shades of Grey.

She couldn't understand why, but she felt safer as James watched her, as if looking after her that night.

Suddenly a young man with blonde hair, and blue eyes had walked up to her and asked to dance.

Carmen thought it was a good idea, to take her mind off of James.

The young man put his hands on her hips, and she ignored his hands thinking it was a dance manoeuvre.

The song intensified, everyone dancing along to it but the young man dancing with Carmen had gone from keeping his hands on her hips to sliding them around to her back, and was touching her bottom through her leggings.

She tried to put his hands back on her own hips, but her persisted squeezing her buttocks.

"Hey come on pal, I ain't like that."

She said, trying to talk him down.

But the man didn't seem keen on listening, pushing his hand between her buttocks and rubbing the side of his hand against her womanhood and ass-crack.

"Hey fucking cut it out."

She stammered.

Stacy had noticed her friend' predicament, but couldn't reach her as she was dancing a distance away with other dancers between her and her friend.

The young man was breathing hard, his body sweaty and smelling of alcohol.

"You love it."

He growled pushing his face between the crane of her neck, kissing her exposed skin.

"Hey stop it!"

She was shouting, but the loud volume of the music playing drowned out her pleas.




The Bond



His hand went to the waistband of her leggings, and he slid his hand into the back of them to feel her panties.

"Stop it!"

Through the unfocused blur in her eyes, she saw a figure striding through the throng of people dancing, and the man forcing himself upon her was pulled from her.

The man's arm was shoved behind his back in a restraint position, and as her sight focused once more she saw it was James manhandling the young groper.

The man resisted, trying to squirm free but James had a good strong grip on his arm, and marched him to the door of the pub and threw him out.

The groper landed on his feet, and began to scream obscenities to James who turned away from him and returned to Carmen on the dancefloor.

Everyone dancing around them had stopped dancing, watching Carmen swallowing hard trying to gain her breath back.

James gently took Carmen's hand, and she instinctively looked up at him with tears in her eyes.

"Hey, you're alright hen. Didnae' worry, he's gone noow'."

He told her smiling, trying to comfort her.

"Fucking creep."

She gasped.

She took his hands into her own, and squeezed them tightly pressing her face to his chest.

Everyone around them, even the bar staff watched the moment unfold.

Stacy ran to her friend, and looked at James who obviously looked calm with her pressed to his chest. 

"You alright?"

She asked him.

James grunted, and nodded.

"I think you should take her into the garden, and let her calm down."

James agreed with a nod, and slowly manoeuvred Carmen through the pub goers towards the garden once again, and outside alone in the cold night air he held her.

"It's alright, yer' safe noow' Carmen."

He told her in a soothing voice, gently mouthing shush into her ears to calm her.

He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, holding her close.

Time passed as she pressed her face to his chest, as he stroked her hair to calm her.

"Take me home tonight, I don't feel safe with anyone but you. Just walk me home, please."

She moaned against his thick trench coat.

"I will, don't worry."

He told her.

Stacy and Sarah came out some time later, and slowly James uncoupled her from his chest as her friends took over.

There was only an hour to go, until the pub shut and James planned to walk her home safely.

Her friends sat down with her in the bar, and Carmen drank only Cola for the remainder of the evening.

The pub soon closed, the disco was finished and everyone was piling out of the bar into the street.

Carmen remained with her friends.

She watched James remove his ID from his arm, and hand in his radio at the bar.

Stacy spoke.

"We'll take you home, Carm."

Carmen swung her head harshly.

"James is taking me home, I feel safe with you guys but I need to talk to him. Please?"

Stacy and Sarah looked at one another, understanding the situation after seeing how protective James had been with her on the dance floor earlier.

The pair of them said their goodbyes, and before Stacy left she grabbed James's arm at the bar.

"Get her home safely, and don't you fucking hurt her because I'll come after you."

James nodded, and promised her Carmen would be safe.

He walked over to Carmen who was standing now, and she followed him out of the bar into the deserted street.

Carmen grabbed James's hand, and even he knew he was not getting out of what he promised her tonight.

They walked in silence towards Carmen's house, as she pressed herself close to his arm.

"He wouldn't have stopped, had you not stopped him."

She whispered, and James looked down at her as they walked.

"I wouldae' killed him, had I not got him oot' of the pub."

James remarked.

Carmen squeezed his hand firmly.

Eventually they reached her building once more, and James was about to let go of Carmen's hand when she yanked him to her.

Carmen pressed her mouth to his, kissing his lips with her warm mouth feeling his prickly hair.

Her tongue pressing to his, as she felt him pull her close and press his groin into her own.

He was rock-hard, like a tent pressed against her warm womanhood.

But he pulled back, breaking the kiss.

"I cannae' dae' it like this, I cannae' take advantage of you. Let me call you tomorrow, and we can dae' this probably if you feel the same way in the morning."

James explained, as Carmen wiped her lips with her hand.

She agreed, breathing hard as she struggled to pull her phone from her handbag, and James gave her his number. 

She called him, and gave him a missed-call. He saved her number to his contact book.

They shared one last kiss, a deep one that almost never finished.

He pulled away, and smiled.

"Get some sleep, see how yer' feel the morraw."

James whispered, his own bulge evidence that he truly did want Carmen but in his mind he had to do this right with her and not through a drunken night of drinking.

He wanted Carmen fully, and her to be aware of him instead of it being just a spur of the moment thing.

"I'm calling you tomorrow."

She said surprisingly quite sober, and determined with her words.

Soon he was gone, and Carmen made her way up to her apartment and to her bed.