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Thriller

By: harrypotter_rod



 Hello, I know that you all must be very bored by the similar lines that all the fantasy stories or the so-called real stories go. So here I put forward you a special buffet, about which I am sure most of you will like, and before going on, please assure me to reply your opinions. Continue reading.....

It was exactly 20 years ago when, John's massive cock had shriveled into a small lump, never to grow erect again, despite being treated by the best doctors of in the land. 

As John hunched and gazed at the crumpled ball of flesh, a voice echoed in his ears, "You will pay for it", and as silent tears ran down his cheeks, his thoughts flashed back to that fateful day…

THERE was just a light drizzle in the afternoon, however, as the curdled mass of murky clouds began looming ominously in the sky, the gentle breeze, the light shower turned into a tempest. It was rarely that such an incessant downpour lashed Hubli, and there were no indications of it ceasing. 

The booming thunder had rattled windowpanes and a gusty gale had uprooted a few trees on the streets. Traffic had almost thinned down to nothing as most people confined themselves to their cozy homes, leaving a few stray dogs yelping at a lone victim along the road. Since evening, John was absorbed in reading SHIVERS by William Schoell. As his drooping eyelids fluttered due to strain, he glanced at the timepiece; it showed 1:15 AM.

Shutting the novel immediately, he gave a long yawn and sprawled out on the bed. He had barely closed his eyes when he heard a few hard knocks on the door. He froze for a moment, wondering who could be there outside in such a stormy weather and at the dead of night.

Again, the door was rapped repeatedly, swinging his legs off the bed and wrapping a towel around his waist, John tiptoed towards the door. A bachelor who had been living alone in this rented accommodation for the past two years; John did not want to take any chance whatsoever. Without opening the door he called out: "Who is it"

There was no response for a moment and as he was about to turn back, he heard a girls trembling voice: "Please help me, I am in trouble. Please open the door."

The last thing John expected to hear was a girl's voice and without a second thought he slid open the latch of the door. The next instant, a girl came trembling inside, falling on him and hurriedly slamming the door shut. 

"Please help me", she burst into tears. "Two goondas are after me." the girl said.

She was a fair lissome girl with a cute oval face. As she stood panting, her alluring boobs heaved rhythmically under the tightly wrapped white sari. With great difficulty, John avoided ogling her luscious orbs and led the girl into his bedroom. As she sank into a chair, he fetched her glass of fresh milk.

"No I don't want anything," she protested. "Simply allow me to stay for some time" she murmerred.

While she huddled in the chair, John silently admired her sexy body and kept wondering how to utilize this unexpected opportunity. 

The girl having settled somewhat, John drew up a chair near her: "Now tell me who you are and what your problem is."

"I am Anita. I live alone in a flat in Cox Village." 

Though her breathing was normal, her alabaster face was pearled with fine beads of sweat. 

"Two boys knocked at my door and asked for shelter form the heavy downpour. After I let them in, they overpowered me and tried to molest me despite of my pleas; somehow, I managed to flee and landed up, here". she said.

After a slight pause, she said: "you will save me from those hooligans, won't you"

"Of course, I will" John responded.

Even while his mind was working feverishly on how he could exploit this situation to bed this lovely girl. It had been many days since John had satiated his carnal desires and the girl seemed perfect for this purpose on such a chilly night. However, he would have to seduce her carefully as she was already under the trauma of having escaped rape. He would have to act as a sober gentleman even while fulfilling his desire.

"Relax, don't get scared," John reassured her after a while. "You are safe here, you can sleep on the cot and I will rest on the floor." he said.

Although the girl was hesitant initially, she finally lay down on the bed somewhat restlessly.

At 2.30 AM when John was sure that she was in deep slumber, he got up from the floor and switched off the tube light. The stray light from the street lamp that filtered into the room through the glass windowpane dimly illuminated the sleeping girl's body.

John went near the cot and sat next to her silently. Pausing for a few seconds, her reached out with shivering hands and fingers, fondled her breasts. The moment his hand touched her soft breast, he felt a fire searing through his hand and igniting his entire body. The girl lay unmoving despite his lusty touch, with madly pounding heart; John slowly began unhooking her blouse.

Her milky orbs jiggled generously as they were released from their confinement of the tight blouse. When the last hook came off, the rosy nipples grew larger and became taut at Johns randy caressing. Cupping both her naked breasts in his hands, he began squeezing them and pinching her nipples when Anita's eyes suddenly popped open like huge slits. When John saw the raging luminosity in her pupils, he shivered momentarily.

"What are you doing" The girl snapped.

"Anita, you are such a beautiful girl and we are all alone…" he replied in a quivering voice. 

"Please don't touch me!" she screamed. "I came here for protection and to save my virginity" she pleaded.

"Anita", he spoke hoarsely, thrilled that when was a virgin, and "nobody will come to know that you have lost your virginity. Let me make love to you just once. Please".

Sitting up on the bed he tried to push him away with trembling hands. But John overpowered her and grabbing her neck with both hands, threatened, "I will strangle you if you try to resist or scream!"

Having already undergone a frightening ordeal at the hands of two lecherous boys, she seemed to have no fight left in her.

"Your will pay for it!" she hissed with flaring nostrils and sank back on the bed.

Ignoring her threat, John grabbed both her boobs and began squeezing them ravenously. Her tender looks and firmness of her breasts topped off with taut nipples had him exited to frenzy.

Hunching over them he began sucking each breast passionately, as he suckled Anita's nipples, he noticed that her breasts were unusually cold to his touch. In fact, it chilled as ice cubes. His lips then transferred their attention to her belly button, licking, sucking and biting. 

Here too, her body felt strangely cold and still likes a mummy. There was no twitching of nerves or ripples in her body at his ravenous touch. Though he found this strange, his pulsating cock didn't allow him the luxury of thinking about her feelings and responses. He hitched up the sari to allow his eyes the lusty sight of the velvet valley between her thighs.

Leaning down, he glued his lips onto her crotch and shoved his thirsty tongue deep into the warm and virginal column. Then, flicking his tongue over her clit, he began chewing and ravishing her love bud. In spite of all this feverish activity, he felt there was something lacking in the proceedings, which prevented him from receiving unbridled ecstatic pleasure. Never mind…

A little later, he placed himself between her thighs, yanked off his towel and grabbed his engorged cock. Placing it against her sleek slit, he entered slowly, rubbing his penis against the dry walls of her vagina. Moments later, he felt a delicate membrane obstructing his lusty advance. 

Aha! Her wall of virginity.

He thrust hard, it snapped with a pop! And his cock went inside unhindered. When it was buried up to its roots, John began thrusting quickly, overcome by a fit of passion. A minute later when he raised his head and looked up, he saw Anita's eyes were shut tightly like fists, her face devoid of emotion. John realized that because of Anita's reluctance to submit her virgin body to a stranger, she had turned cold and unresponsive to his desperate lovemaking. 

Still oblivious to Anita's feelings, John slowly increased the pace. Within less that a minute he was pounding her savagely and remorseless, as he kept digging into her love hold, he suddenly felt his ejaculate rush through the shaft and spurt into her vagina. In a split second, he was totally satiated as every ounce of desire drained out of his body. 

He quickly disentangled himself from Anita's body and looked down to his cock, which instantly shriveled into the smallest lump of flesh he had ever seen before.

Seconds later Anita lumbered to her feet, straightened her sari tidied her disheveled hair and wobbled towards the door without uttering a word.

"Anita, where are you going?" John sprang to his feet in alarm and stood between the girl and the door. "I am going home", she replied, smoldering with rage. "But…but, in such stormy weather" her said, half pleading. "Yes, I will go home in this weather," she blurted out, her voice choking with emotion. " I am sorry, Anita. Please don't go now. It is not safe for you". "Mr. John," she spoke in a vicious tone, "I came here thinking I would be protected. Instead I have lost my virginity. Now I have nothing to lose" "Anita, I am really sorry. But please try to understand. You can go in the morning. It's to risky now." "You don't come in my way!" her voice was ha hoarse snarl. "Otherwise I will scream my head off".

John realized that no amount of pleading would make Anita change her mind. The fiery look in her eyes told him that she was dead serious about leaving there and then. He opened the door and the girl quickly moved out almost as if she was gliding in the air. A thick mist immediately swallowed her and Anita disappeared from sight. 

The eerie scenario disconcerted John and he immediately shut the door.

The next morning he woke up late – it was almost 9.30 by the time he tumbled out of bed. John quickly brushed his teeth, washed his face, breezed into and out of the toilet, made a hot cup of coffee and settled down leisurely with a copy of the Daily News.

After finishing the front-page headlines, he turned the page to his favorite column, Crime Beat. Next to the news about a robbery in the city, there was a prominent headline: Girl murdered by two hoodlums.

He settled back in the chair and read the report in detail: Two hoodlums entered a flat in Cox village and murdered a young nurse working at Ruddy Hospital. After hearing her chocked screams, two constables on duty rushed to the spot and managed to arrest the miscreants. By this time the girl had already been strangled with a sari knotted around her neck. The duo later confessed in police custody that when the girl resisted their advances, they strangled her to, avoid being identified.

The incident took place around 1 am. The strangled nurse, Anita was pronounced dead on arrival to the Hospital, people from the neighborhood expressed shock on hearing about the death since Anita was always on hand when any neighbor wasn't keeping well.

As John glanced at the murdered girls name and photograph the newspaper dropped limply from his hands. It was the same girl that he had ravished last night!.

"Oh, my god!" he gasped. "But when did this incident happen? It must have been after she left from here and went back home." he thaught.

Picking up the newspaper, he glanced at the news item to c heck the time of the murder. "Around 1 am," he croaked weakly. Within seconds he was bathed in cold sweat when the chilling fact struck him that Anita had come to his place around 1.20 am.

The a second fact hit him: in spite of torrential down pour, when Anita had come calling for help there was not a drop of water on her body!! How could any human being stay totally dry in?

The feeling of naked terror instantly crawled up his spine. With a violent epileptic attack, John collapsed on the floor. 

Even in his fit of unconsciousness, Anita's words rang in John's ears: "you will pay for it"

Now 20 odd years after that fateful night, her words were stilling ringing in his ears and his shriveled penis bore the witness to it.

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Thriller



It was a dark and stormy night. The wind seemed to whistle an eerie tune in the hallways of the century old university. Rain hit the windows with such force; the girls thought for sure, the glass would break. As they hurried out into the wet evening, their umbrellas proved to be useless against the wind, turning inside out and finally blowing away. The pair tried to dodge the raindrops, while they ran to the Union for some late night snacks. 

After she stopped laughing, Amy stopped just inside the door and looked at her friend in disbelief. "You're kidding, right?" 

Kellie wiped the rain from her face, but didn't look like she was kidding when she said, "No. Do I look it? Come on, you've seen all those flash mob dances on YouTube. You know the ones that took place in train stations and in airports? This is a chance for us to be part of something big! It'll be campus history! It could go global!" 

The idea wasn't so outlandish. It had worked for others so why not a group of college students? Nick Sheldon was head of the Drama Club, and it was his idea to hold this during half-time at the Halloween football game. He had already approached Mr. Kingdon, the coach, and the Drama Club advisor, Mrs. Heath. While waiting for permission to come down from the ivy-covered tower, Nick started talking to the students majoring in drama, dance and music. There was going to be a meeting in the Union that night. It didn't take long for news like that to get around campus. 

Kellie pulled at Amy's arm and begged, "Please...please do this with me. It would be so cool." 

"But Kellie, I don't belong to the Drama Club." 

"You and I have taken dance since we were three years old. Do you remember the pictures of us in those stupid frog costumes? There's no reason why we can't just go and listen. Besides, they'll probably have auditions, and we can prove we're dancers then," Kellie continued to beg. 

Amy looked at her best friend. They had known each other from before they were born. Their mothers became friends while each was pregnant. Kellie had been born in the spring, a dark haired, blue eyed, Irish baby who was now a tall, slender young woman with a dancer's body. Amy arrived in early autumn, blonde with pale gray eyes. She was a German as they come, curves that made a man think only of one thing. As different as they looked, they were more alike than their own siblings. There wasn't a weekend that passed where one didn't sleep at the other's house. They were in pre-school together, dance, Girl Scouts, and a lot of times in the same class at school. They even went away to summer camp together. Now, they were in their junior years at the same university; Kellie was majoring in Film, Television, and Theater, while Amy studied Psychology. 

Kellie knew Amy would say yes. There wasn't anything they wouldn't do for each other. They got through dealing with mean girls, cheating boyfriends, proms, ear infections, learning to drive, first tattoos, and Kellie's parents divorcing. Their shoulders were used to cry on; their arms were used to hold each other up. Best friend was a term that was a little inadequate, but that is what they were. 

The rain eased off and the girls left the Union, bags of protein bars and energy drinks banged against their legs, and wet leaves shuffled under their feet as they continued on their walk to the dorms. The hope for any more warm days was dwindling as the cool, damp air swished around the campus square. Kellie talked excitedly about being part of the flash mob. Amy had her doubts, but eventually she let her friend get her caught up in her vision.

"I knew you would say yes!"

"I knew you knew I would, too," Amy responded, less enthusiastically than her friend. "Why do I have the feeling this is not going to turn out the way you hope?"

On Thursday night, at nine o'clock, Kellie and Amy found themselves amongst dozens of other hopefuls, at a dance club on the outskirts of town. Nick stood on a chair at the far end of the room, trying to bring some order to the excited crowd.

"Listen up! If you want a chance at being a part of campus history, you'll shut up now!"

Nick was a striking figure. He didn't come across as an artsy drama geek, but looked more like an athlete. Tall, dark and handsome, surrounded by hopeful young women, he was also a man who had the respect of the male population. Amy glanced at Kellie and could see she was mesmerized by him.

"We can only have twenty-four people on the dance floor at a time. I want three rows of eight; no pushing, no shoving or you're outta here. Jennifer will show you some moves, and the ones who pick it up the fastest will be in. And I don't want to hear any arguments. Our decision is final," Nick explained, before taking a seat behind some tables.

There were five students judging the performances, with Mrs. Heath standing by as advisor. She was a funny/strange woman, definitely a theater patron. She was dressed all in black, black beaded choker, dyed magenta hair and really dark make-up. Amy thought someone really ought to tell her that a pop of color would go a long way, but not on your hair. 

Jennifer did not go easy on the people auditioning. She wasted no time in running through the routine once and then having them perform. For those who thought they would have an advantage by being able to see the routine over and over and practice it in their heads, they were sadly mistaken. Each group of twenty-four got a brand new routine. When Kellie and Amy finally got their turn, it was obvious that Amy was not picking up the moves as fast as her friend. When they left the dance floor, Amy felt inadequate, while Kellie was elated. Of course, receiving a wink from Nick didn't hurt. It was no surprise that Kellie was one of the people asked to return the next night, while Amy didn't make the cut.

"Not fair," Kellie complained to Amy. "You're good."

"No, I passed as okay when I was a kid. YOU are good. And you know what? Maybe this is a good thing. You've missed dancing since high school, so now you can do what you love, and it will be a great experience. Heck, maybe you'll even win a part in the next drama club production."

Kellie pouted. "What are you going to do?"

"Kell, my life doesn't depend on sharing every waking moment with you. I'll pull out my camera and start exploring again. Really, it's fine," Amy promised her. That was the last time they spent any quality time together.

Kellie sent Amy a text to tell her she got a part in the flash mob. An email with a link to YouTube told Amy they were dancing to Michael Jackson's "Thriller". A picture of the type of make-up Kellie would be wearing was slid under Amy's door. Every day Amy looked for her but after two weeks of not seeing Kellie, she finally went knocking at her door, close to midnight one night. She was shocked when Nick answered, his hair tousled and a sheepish look on his face.

"Hey Kell, Amy's here," he called to Kellie.

Amy was shocked to see Kellie looking thin and pale. She was wearing black yoga pants, a white tank top, and an Indian print scarf around her neck. Her skin almost looked translucent, especially against her black hair.

"Uh, h...h...hi," Amy stuttered. "I'm sorry to knock so late but I haven't seen you in more than two weeks. I was starting to get worried."

Amy glanced at Nick and continued, "We've never gone this long without seeing each other. Are you okay? You look so drained."

Kellie opened her mouth, but it was Nick who cut her off. "Kellie's just fine - honest. We've been practicing every night so I guess I'm to blame. It's hard to keep up with school work and try and get this whole flash mob thing thrown together. You wanna come in for a while?"

"No, that's okay. I guess we can catch up over brunch or something this weekend, right Kell?"

"Oh, about that," Kellie replied, her voice barely louder than a whisper. "I won't be here this weekend. A bunch of us are going camping. I'll see you next week, okay?"

Amy felt tears starting to burn her eyes, but refused to let the two of them see she was upset. Turning away, she said, "Sure, no problem; maybe next week." She retreated down the hallway, confused by her friend's behavior. This was wrong - so wrong. Perhaps Kellie was involved with Nick now and didn't have time for her, but that hadn't happened in the past. No, it was as if they were no longer friends. She supposed that could have happened, being replaced by the kids in drama. She just wished Kellie would talk to her about it.

Kellie backed into her room while Nick watched Amy disappear down the hall. When he turned around, Kellie's arms were crossed over her chest and her head was down. 

"Look at me, Kellie," Nick commanded.

Hesitantly, she raised her head, finally looking at him. His pale blue eyes seemed to be defined by a ring of black.

"Drop your arms."

The darkened room was lit only with a few candles. The window was cracked, allowing the cool autumn breeze in and making the flames dance. Goose bumps rose on Kellie's arm and her nipples hardened into sharp points. The site of her trembling body made Nick hunger for her. He moved close to her, without touching. He could feel the heat of her body.

"Kellie, why are you trembling? You asked me to come here, didn't you?" Nick asked, in a voice that was barely audible.

She nodded without speaking. She wanted him. She wanted to lose herself in him. She had only ever dreamt about this gorgeous man wanting her, but he did. Tonight she would finally feel the love she had only imagined. 

Kellie shivered at the touch of his one finger moving along her jaw line, down her throat, into the valley between her breasts. Nick's touch was like ice, colder than Kellie could have possibly imagined. His eyes seemed to burn into her soul. She wanted him. Kellie wanted him more than anything.

He pulled at her shirt and peered down at her small breasts. He smiled and winked at her, when he looked up again. Without saying a word, his hands went to the hem of her shirt and began to pull it up her body. Almost involuntarily, Kellie raised her arms to help him.

Her skin seemed to glow in the dim light. Tossing Kellie's shirt aside, Nick started at her shoulders and ran his hands up and down the length of her arms. Kellie wanted to tell him to take her, but she couldn't speak. Up and down, from her throat and shoulders to her fingers and back again. He seemed to be playing her like a musical instrument. The rest was a blur. Before Kellie realized it, her clothes were on the floor next to Nick's, and his mouth was on hers.

Slowly, he moved her backward, towards the bed, never breaking contact with Kellie's lips. Nick acted like he couldn't get enough of her. His lips traveled around her face, covering her eyes, forehead, nose and cheeks. His tongue acted like an aggressive intruder, filling her mouth and tasting her body.

Laying her down, Nick knelt between Kellie's legs, put his hands on her shoulders and held her down. He began to nibble and lick at her breasts, turning her moans into squeals when he finally began to nurse from her. She was filled with the desire to feed him.

It was probably minutes, but it felt like she was experiencing hours of pleasure, before he abandoned her chest and started moving down her body. With every kiss, Kellie felt herself growing more and more wet. Each time he stopped to explore her breasts again, electric tingling shot through her pussy. Ever moving, he drew his tongue down her flat belly, pushing it into her naval. Kellie clenched the bed linens as his mouth came to her throbbing sex. Nick's hands were now opening her lower lips, allowing his tongue to sweep her length and lap at her sweetness. When Nick's concentration soloed in on her clit, Kellie all but screamed, arching her back, trying to move away from him, but he would have none of it.

Relentlessly, he massaged her nub with his tongue, kissing, licking, sucking on it until Kellie screamed and released the juices that had been churning inside of her. He drank her honey-like nectar as she lay, her chest heaving with panting breaths, and out of her mind with desire. 

"I'm going to fuck you now," he whispered, opening her thighs and pressing into her hot body. "I'm going to take you tonight; you're going to be mine. You want that, right Kellie?"

"Yes, yes, yes..." she panted.

As Nick gently pushed into her, he felt her body accept his. Soon, his length was enveloped by her hot wetness and his balls were resting against her puckered hole. Lifting himself up, he paused to raise her toned legs onto his shoulders. Now leveraged, he pulled back until his cock was almost free, and then drove deep, back inside. Kellie's eyes opened and her mouth formed a perfect O. Nick waited, moving slowly in and out until he felt her hips squirm and she pushed back against him. It was time. She needed him as much as he needed her. It was the perfect pairing.

He rammed his cock deep inside, pounding her pussy with indescribable need. Nick dropped her legs and let his body mold to hers, moving in and out, allowing her to dig her nails into his ass, showing her desire She felt him riding her hard. She could smell his musk and it was intoxicating. He was close - so close, feeling his balls start to churn. He put his head up one last time to see Kellie's beautiful face, her half-opened eyes filled with lust.

"Do you want me, Kellie? Are you ready for me? Can you feel me inside you? My cock is ready to fill you. Huh, baby?" Nick's words came out with each rapid push into her body.

"Oh, God," she screamed. Nick could feel her muscles contract, beginning their milking pull on his cock.

"He won't help you now."

As his cum began to fill her, Nick's movements became slower but deeper. His arms were straight, holding his body up away from her, forcing his hips to push him deeper than he could ever have realized. Spurting cum fired into her Kellie's wanting body.

He dropped on top of her, feeling young again. He nuzzled her neck, feeling her hair moist with perspiration. What a lovely girl; what a beautiful long throat. Kellie could feel his breath on her, as he kissed her, nibbled at her, until there was one sharp pain. She was exhausted from the love-making but now she felt even more drained. She was becoming colder.

There was no catching up the next week, or the week after. Sometimes Amy would catch a glimpse of Kellie and Nick leaving the dorm late at night. She thought about following them, but decided she didn't want to intrude. Lonely without her friend, she buried herself in her studies.

Late one night, while studying in the almost deserted library, Amy felt a cool breeze on her neck. She quickly turned to her left, not seeing or hearing anything. As she turned back, she caught movement out of the corner of her eye. Kellie was sitting down next to her.

"Did you just...?" Amy began. Seeing a smile cross Kellie's lips, Amy continued, "You just scared the crap out of me, you know that, right?"

"Sorry, I couldn't resist. What are you doing here so late?" Kellie asked in a low melodic voice.

Amy frowned and answered, "Um, I'm studying? What are you doing here?"

Amy looked at her friend. Kellie was dressed in a black leotard, tights and a black beaded choker, under a wool thigh-length coat. Amy noticed a streak of eggplant color, running down Kellie's long dark hair. She sort of reminded her of Mrs. Heath. But there was also something else, something that made her a little uneasy.

Kellie sat down next to her friend, close enough to make Amy a little uncomfortable. "I was looking for you. A bunch of us are getting together tonight and I thought you might like to come along. It's been forever since we've hung out," she said, running a fingernail along Amy's bare arm.

Goosebumps quickly formed on her arm, and Amy pulled away. There was something she couldn't put her finger on, something that scared her. Kellie seemed to sense Amy's thoughts and stood up to leave.

"Suit yourself. I gave you a chance to be with us, but I guess you're just not what I thought. Sorry about that. Have a nice life."

Before she could open her mouth, Amy watched Kellie exit the room. Deep down inside, a horrible thought began to surface. No - she was not the Kellie who used to be her friend. Amy couldn't even put it into words, but she knew something was wrong. Kellie hadn't spoken to her like a sister, but more like an acquaintance. Amy wondered if she shouldn't run after Kellie and join her for the evening. After a moment, she realized that they were probably going to keep moving in separate circles. She hoped things would be different when they went home on school break.

Halloween was still a week and a half away. Amy had been worrying more about Kellie, in addition to keeping up with her college work. During a study session with students from her Theology class, the group was discussing Christianity and world religions when the conversation drifted away from the standard curriculum. An off-handed remark about the impact of teen vampire fiction and its effect on high school students changed the discussion to the occult and the paranormal. It was a subject the teaching staff was forbidden to bring up, but all having read the novels, seen the movies, and been fans of the different series, of course they were going to talk about it.

"Don't you think that today's fiction pulls kids away from standard religion? I believe it presents a harmless picture of witchcraft, vampires and cults, in general. The weaker kid is going to be swept up in the "glamor" of something that can be quite dangerous," said Jason, whose goal was to become a youth pastor. "If you stop and think about it, movies like the Twilight series have done nothing but get kids thinking only romantic thoughts about vampires. Things like that make them believe they can live forever with no worries. The fact is it's nothing but crap.' 

Avery chimed in, "You can't discount everything, you know. Think about witchcraft. You believe in that, don't you?"

"Of course I do. You'd have to be stupid not to. Wicca is a practiced religion, but it depends how far some are willing to take it. Legitimately, it celebrates nature and its goddesses, but some choose to go much darker. This is what draws kids in - the thought of power and the glamor. They don't realize that power can come from their Christian beliefs."

"Do you believe in ghosts? Spirits?"

"You mean aside from drinking?" Jason laughed. "My religion says I shouldn't, and there is a lot of fakery in reports and photographs, but I don't know. I mean, it would be kind of cool to connect with the spirit of a relative, but then part of me thinks that by doing that, we don't allow their souls to rest."

Amy quietly asked, "So you don't believe in vampires?"

"Heck, no," Justin replied. "I thought you were smarter than that. It comes from really bad literature. Vampires and zombies are completely mythological; there's nothing to back up any claims."

"How do you know?" This question came from a guy that Amy didn't really know.

"Everyone knows that, "Jason answered. "Really? Dracula? Come on."

Amy hesitated and then spoke, "There are segments of the population that believe otherwise."

Justin stood up and spoke, "Like who? People who believe in voodoo? The same ones who believe in zombies? Stop and think about it; if there really were vampires don't you think someone would have documented it by now?"

Amy backed down from the conversation. She could see that no one, except for the Asian guy seated at the end, put any credence in the idea that vampires existed. He stood up and walked to the door. Before he left he said, "I have thought about it, and it makes me afraid."

The discussion ended shortly afterward, and Amy began her walk to the dorms. The sun was low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the buildings. The sky was blue-gray with a tint of purple, seeming to warn of bad weather. The crunch of leaves behind her and a hand on her elbow caused Amy to jump.




Thriller



It was the guy from her study group who also spoke up about vampires. Brown almond shaped eyes peered deep into hers, silently questioning. Just a little taller than she, and slight of build, his face was friendly, but with a concerned look.

"Hey," he said. "Sorry if I startled you. I'm from your Theology class."

"I know who you are. What, were you waiting for me?"

"For a long time. We need to talk. Come on, let's grab something to eat and go to the dorms. Do you like Italian food?"

Amy nodded, questions written all over her face.

"I knew by looking at you," he boldly stated.

"Knew what? I think you have me confused with someone else."

"No, it's you. We were meant to meet," he said with a shy smile. "Tim Lee and you're...?"

"Amy. So what makes you so sure we were supposed to meet?" She asked the question, but felt like she should know the answer.

"Oh, you already know. Come on; let's grab dinner and get back to the dorms before it gets too late."

All Amy could do was nod and follow Tim, until they reached the dorms. Instead of going to her dorm, she allowed Tim to guide her to his room.

When they opened the containers of take-out food, the aroma of garlic drifted out into the air. "Great scent, isn't it? It's my favorite and I bet it's yours too," Tim said with a wink of his eye.

Amy sat down on his desk chair and reached for her linguine. "What's your point? Rather, what is this all about?"

"I know you. I know all about you."

"Okay, this just got real creepy. I'm taking off," she said, standing up. Tim jumped to her side, put his hands on her shoulder and turned her to face him.

"Don't go; we need to talk. I know so much about you. Perhaps more than you know about yourself," Tim said, easing Amy back into her chair. "You were born on a Saturday, weren't you? Growing up your favorite dish was lamb, wasn't it?"

Amy looked at him, trying to close her mouth which had been open in shock. "How do you know when I was born? How do you know about lamb? My grandmother fed me lamb all the time, out on her farm."

Tim continued, "You've always had a sense about people, aware of their fears and emotions. You know there are some kids on campus who aren't as they appear. You also know what kind of wood this is?" He reached into his closet and pulled out a piece of wood approximately eighteen inches long, and handed it to her. 

Without skipping a beat, Amy replied, "Hawthorn." A shocked look came over her face. "I don't understand," Amy stood and began to pace. "What's going on here? How did I know about the wood? I don't know anything about wood. How do you know about me? Who are you? What are you?"

"I'm your friend. I'm just like you, and there are others. Like I said, we need to talk. Will you stay and hear me out?"

All she could do was nod her head yes.

Amy's head was swimming with everything Tim had told her. Her brain was telling her it was all nonsense but her heart was telling her that this was something she had known for a long time. She was different. Her grandmother had always told her that. While her sister had been content cooking and sewing, Amy was out behind the barn, learning how to throw an axe, practice archery with a bale of hay and helping her grandfather skin animals they had hunted. Although nothing else he told her made sense, she agreed to meet him and his friends on Saturday, for what he called field exercises.

Two dozen people carpooled to a farm located about thirty miles away from the university. When Tim said exercises, he wasn't kidding. It was made very clear to all, before setting off to the farm, that if you weren't prepared to keep up, you should leave immediately. At the end of a five mile run, Amy wondered if she should have listened more closely.

As the group sat around resting, drinking water, she noticed that the run barely bothered her. In fact, the others had already stopped breathing hard and didn't look like they had exercised at all. They moved on to a martial arts/hand-to-hand combat session until lunch, when they went inside the house and were seated at a large round table.

Aisha, a tall, fit black woman, stood to speak to them. "So by now you have all figured out why you're here. You're the chosen ones, chosen since birth. Saturday's child works hard for a living. You are the workers, the fighters, the trackers and the slayers. None of us chose this; it chose us. And as much as we may not like it, we will do what we need to do to fight the enemy."

Tears immediately sprang to Amy's eyes. She had known, but she hadn't known. She was scared but knew it was out of her hands now. She looked around at the others and saw the same look on their faces that she felt on hers. She felt Tim's hand on her shoulder, giving her a reassuring squeeze that she was not alone.

The rest of the afternoon went by quickly. There were discussions on recognition and prevention before huddling back together and looking at the proposed ideas for Halloween night. They were lucky that the other team was infiltrated and their game book was able to be copied. It was now just a matter of putting the right player in the right position. They just had the next week before the Friday night game to perfect everything. The final activity was whittling cross pendants out of Hawthorn and being given a silver chain for it to hang on. It tied them in as a real team.

Tim noticed that Amy made herself scarce during the next week. He actively sought her out, finally tracking her down in the library Wednesday afternoon. He could tell by her eyes that she had been crying. While he understood her feelings, he knew she needed to toughen up. 

"I don't want to talk to you right now," she told him, without looking into his eyes.

"You don't have a choice," he began. "The old saying that a chain is only as strong as its weakest link is true. Right now I need you to not be weak. What can I do? How can I help you?"

"Look, in my head, I know that everything I've heard is true. In my head, there is absolutely no question about the part I play this week. In my head, I know when push comes to shove, I will be there doing everything I have to do to win. Right now, though, you need to cut me a break and let me feel the way I do. Nothing you can do or say will change my feelings. I need to deal with this in my own way. Is that understood?"

"Just know that I'm here for you, no matter what. I've got your back and I know you have mine. See you Friday," Tim said as he left the quiet of the library.

Friday was Halloween and the campus was alive with ghosts and goblins running from class to class. It was announced there would be a huge bonfire after the football game. It had also leaked out that there was a special half-time show. Amy received a personal invitation that was slid under her door. She immediately recognized Kellie's penmanship asking for her to "join us". She wanted to run away. She wanted to make her way to the bus station and go back home, but she knew she couldn't. She had to be there for her friend.

The stadium filled up quickly, people from the town, kids in costume, students wearing make-up. It was hard to tell who some people really were. Amy and Tim took their positions near the visitor's goal and started watching. If this were to come off, it would take all of their strength and ability, but most importantly their observation and their brains.

The games started with an early touchdown by the visitors, followed by a missed extra point kick. Not long afterward, the home team came through now leading with a score of seven to six at the end of the first quarter. At the beginning of the second quarter, the visitors recovered a fumble, but after being unable to advance, fired off a three point field goal. Interceptions, fumbles, off-sides, the score remained that way for the rest of the first half. As the game progressed, the sky became black except for the glow of the full moon.

Amy stood close to Tim, almost leaning on him for support. The two of them scanned the crowds; looking, watching, searching. Over the screams from the bleachers, Amy picked up a flapping sound in the night. She looked up to see if he had picked up on it and she saw him searching the skies. It was almost time.

A last minute field goal by the home team brought fans to their feet, screaming with delight that they held the lead with one point. It seemed to Amy that the clock ticked off the seconds very, very slowly. When the horn blew, ending the first half of the game, the air took on a different feeling. A chill seemed to reach out and embrace the entire stadium. The teams left the field and the crowd waited for the regular half-time marching band. Most did not know of the surprise ahead.

The band entered the stadium at the opposite end of where Amy and Tim were waiting. It was a quiet, deep sound of "Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun..." at the beginning of the song. The tubas moved back and forth to the beat. Instead of a normal military march, the band had been choreographed to take a step and bounce, very much in line with the original video. The crowd cheered, recognizing the music, but not realizing what would happen next.

The band separated to form lines down either side of the field as the costumed dancers entered. The hair on the back of Amy's neck stood up, when she saw Kellie wearing a pink jacket and poodle skirt, dancing next to Nick who portrayed the Michael Jackson character. Amy guessed there were about fifty dancers, all dressed as zombies and other monsters. She glanced up at Tim, who seemed to be concentrating on what was happening at the top of the stadium. No one saw the fighting going on as one by one the enemy was being defeated.

The routine was moving along, with singers from the drama club chorus stepping up with microphones. It seemed so normal, so special - such a treat for this Halloween night. As the song transitioned to just the instrumental with dancing, other costumed dancers came out of the bleachers to form the larger flash mob. The stadium applauded and cheered for this extra memorable half-time show.

The band kept playing, extending the performance, and the dancing was incredible, exactly like the video. The audience was so captivated by what was going on, they didn't notice the bonfire was starting to blaze, just outside the stadium. The dancers did, though, and started to move toward the seats, to make their way into the unsuspecting crowd.

The attack was swift, monsters in make-up were showing the real monsters they had become. The screams were no longer for the football game, but screams of terror as throats were torn open by the vampires' bite. Amy, Tim, and their small army wasted no time springing into action. Soldiers mid way up the stadium were armed with silver-headed arrows that they sneaked into the stadium earlier in the day. Just before the dance started, other warriors had already disposed of the evil which had swept in and were perched near the top of the arena. The last group was at the ground level, readied for hand-to-hand combat.

It was now second nature to seek and destroy. Amy never gave another thought about the hawthorn wood stakes that they used to annihilate the blood-sucking fiends. As fast as they were slayed, helpers removed the remains and tossed them into the bonfire. It was amazing that so few were conquering so many and assuring a passage to real death for those the vampires tried to convert. Amy felt like she was a machine; not thinking, just reacting, until...

Kellie stood in front of her, but not the Kellie that Amy once knew. This was a savage who had taken control of her friend. There was no time for Amy to mourn her loss.

"Amy, thank goodness I found you," Kellie greeted her. "I've been searching for you. I was so afraid something had happened. Please, come with me now. I know a safe place where we can hide."

Amy looked into Kellie's eyes. Gone were her beautiful blue eyes. There was no warmth, no substance, just very dark emotionless eyes. 

"Amy," Kellie's voice was more demanding. "You need to come with me. You need to stay by my side so I can protect you. Just you and me, remember? Just the two of us, best friends for life."

Amy allowed Kellie to take her hand and begin to lead her away from the stadium. Kellie was her best friend, always and forever, but this wasn't Kellie. Amy pulled her hand away and stopped. Kellie turned around quickly, too quickly; letting the monster show itself.

"What are you doing?" she demanded. "I told you to come with me. If you don't, you'll die."

Suddenly Kellie's face softened. "Amy, I don't want to lose you. Come here," she said, holding out her arms.

Kellie grabbed at Amy, throwing her off-balance. Amy could feel the strength in Kellie's arms as she tossed her to the ground in one fluid motion. With the wind knocked out of her, all Amy could do was watch as Kellie smiled, exposing her deadly fangs at her, for the first time. Almost gloating, Kellie lowered herself to her knees, leaning in close; too close.

While Kellie stared at the spot on Amy's neck, Amy reached into the deep pocket of her coat and let her fingers wrap around the chiseled wood. Keep her eyes fixed on Kellie's, and summoning all the strength Amy possessed, she drove the wooden stake into Kellie's chest, through her heart, and out the back. It was as if a wild animal screamed, into the night.

Amy rolled away and got up on her feet, looking at the remains of her childhood friend.

"Nooooo!" yelled a monstrous voice. Amy turned to see Nick take flight, intent upon revenge. He was almost to her when he suddenly stopped dead, truly dead this time with a silver-tipped arrow protruding through his chest. His assassin was Tim, holding the crossbow that saved Amy's life.

The fighting continued until the enemy was no longer; their bodies tossed like garbage onto the fire for final cremation. The losses were many, but not as many as they could have been. The band of defenders survived, sworn to protect the living from the undead. 

Tim sought her out as she stood alone, staring into the fire. "You okay?"

The look on her face told him she wasn't, though her words denied it. "Sure, fine. How else would I be after a night like this?"

"You'll be fine. I know you don't think so right now, but you'll be fine. Each battle is different. Each time it's hard. Not all of us have had to fight our best friends. You sacrificed tonight and that's going to stick with you for a long time. Just know, we're always here for you," Tim said, placing a reassuring arm around her shoulders. 

Amy never forgot her friend, but her memories faded to those happy times of their childhood. After that night, each time Amy fought, she said a silent prayer for Kellie.



Thrilling Faq  With My Friend



hai guys,gals,aunties,uncles, every body and every one my name is Hari and I live in Bhel, Hyderabad,INDIA I am sttudying my degree second year in a college located at secunderabad.

let me tell you about my sex wish I am a very good lover of sex and wish to have sex at any time even though I am dull I masturbate daily about 5 to 6 times of about 10 min each time in my bath room thin king of the days sexy beauties i have seen i think very badly that the same girl i have seen is right in front of me and i am fucking that girl and i masturbutate so every day and more in summer even though it is hot for there will be holidays and i will be at home itself 

Thankxzfor everybody who has read my previous story . this is a neither story of mine 

i have a friend named srivani and she resides in our area itself and we are friends frrom about five years. she has a sister named pavani .as i have told you nin my previous story that i am a very good lover of sex. i always think to faq some one. one day i got the idea of faqing my friend pavani. both her father and mother go to job and i have thought that this is the very good oppurtunity of faqing her

pavani has finished her 10th standard and she was having her summer vacation. sri vani is studying b.e 1 st year 

one day i have gone to pavani's house to faq pavani in any way.thinking that pavani was alone. ihave gone to there house and to my surprise i have found both pavani and srivani were there in the house. srivani told me that she was having preparation holidays and that she has returned back to house.my wish to faq pavani on that day has failed. i have talked with both of them for about two hours and i have spend most of the time with srivani and we have talked about films which have been released recently out side the house. sri vani has offered me a parota and i have ate it then after i have returned back to house disappointedly 

i have come to know taht srivani goes on may 3 rd for she is having exams from that date. i have thought to faq pavani after may 3 rd for she would be alone. but i wasn't free after may 3rd for a lot of days and i have gone to their house after some days but i couldn't meet pavani in the morning time for she was going to the college. but my wish to faq pavani hasn't been disturbed and it has increased a lot 

on one day i have gone to pavani's house and i have knocked the door and i have found srivani instead of pavani in the house she welcomed me and we both were watching the t.v while talking to each other and we have talked about different topics and issues. i have asked her whether there are any internet centres near her hostel . she said that there are but they were far off to their hostel. i couldn't hold any longer and was moving to the actual point and has asked her whether she browse the net. she said that she would but very rarely. i wish to change the topic to lust and i have asked her that whether she would chat she said that she would chat and then i asked her seeing deep into her eyes about lust and whether she has ever come across such thing. she said that while browsing thru the documents or while seeing the history she would find such sought of material. coincidently a rape scene has come on the t.v and i couldn't hold any longer and i have seen deep into her while slowly moving towards her ihave put my hand on her hand but she hasnt told anything. slowly i have moved my hand towards her shoulder and at that time she too was excited and asked me to faq her extremely.

i have said her that i would faq her in a thrilling manner and she too has accepted. she was in a nighty and i have removed her drawer with out removing her nighty off with out even lifting it up. i couldn't hold any longer and i have removed my shirt off and unzipped my pant i have removed my cock out. i always a condomn in my purse and i have wore the condomn and have asked her to sit on it with out touching the nighty. she has sat on it and was playing with my cock mean while i have searched for her pussy and i have found it and at last kept my cock inside the pussy. my cock is fat and intially it was not going in for she was a virgin at that time i tried and tried untill it has gone in a little in to hers and with great force inserted the rest of it and she was moaning a lot. i have closed her mouth and was keeping my cock in. after some time it was a little bit free and she asked me to faq her badly. i have increased keeping my cock more and more and in different positions.

doggy position 69 position. i watch sex movies a lot and i have done the every action i have watched i have faqed her for about 50 mins and then after i have removed her nighty off and she has removed my pant off then after she was playing with my cock 
 i have asked her to lie down on the bed and i have kept my tongue near her pussy and my cock in her mouth and then after i have inserted my fingers in to her pussy after two fingers she was crying out loudly ahh!!!!!!!!!! ohh!!!!!!!!!!! amma!!!!!!!!!!!and so on. i have asked her to lick my cock and to concentrate on nothing else she has accepted but she was moaning after that too and i have inserted four fingers in to her pussy hardl.

i have again wished to faq her naked for the previous time i have faqed her in a nighty she has accepted and faqed in different positions there too. the best position i loved is faqing while her head was near my head and every body part was mayching that is she has slept on me exactly the way i have slept. i have faqed in this position for about 20 mins and then after i have played with her hair for i love the hair very much and enjoyed it a lot 

then after we both have wished to take bath and we both have took bath. she bathed me every where and i have bathed her every where while playing with her small pomogranete boobs and her nipples where similar to taht of a pomogranete. i have licked her every where and she too has licked me every where we both dried off with a towel in an exchange manner 

i have dressed her and she has dressed me while dressing as i was very hungry of sex i touched her with great force every where and i have enjoyed dressing

she said that it was very thrilling and interesting and she would let me faq every time she comes home and she also told that she has seen the ultimate heaven a few mins back and she need not see the heaven after dying.

bye every body and hope that you have enjoyed my story a lot. any body at any age or with any comments arewelcomed whole heartedly bye! bye!

yours hungry for sex hari send your comments



Thrillseeking Slut Surprised



Barbara Vaughn stood outside the hotel and gave a shiver that shook her entire 43 year old body. The large black ex army doorman observed and stepped over to her.

"Can I offer you a jacket Madam, or do you wish to wait in the foyer until your driver brings your car round?"

Barbara shook her head. The involuntary shiver had been nothing to do with the temperature of the night, it was a mild night in London. Rather it was a shiver of anticipation.

"No thank you, you are very kind though."

The attractive blonde flashed a smile at the doorman that brought a smile to his lips. God she was beautiful, dressed immaculately in a designer black gown, with expensive stockings and heels and bedecked in sparkling jewellery. A classy woman to be sure and so nice and pleasant, not like some of the stuck up society bitches that frequented the hotel and treated him like shit when they weren't busy ignoring his presence. It would have surprised him greatly to know that as she smiled at him Barbara, daughter of a Lord and wife of a Cabinet Minister in the UK Parliament, was imagining herself dropping to her knees on the stone step and gorging herself on what she imagined would be his huge, black cock. 

She gave another shiver and forced herself to turn away and look at the driveway lest she give herself away, or worse yet try to act on her desire. But she couldn't shake the thought and by the time her Chauffeur finally drew round the bend and came to a halt beside her Barbara was in her own dreamland where she had progressed from sucking his thick black cock to being bent over the wall to the side of the exclusive hotel and taking it hard from behind. As Owen, her driver stepped round to open her door Barbara turned to smile at the doorman one last time before sliding into the voluminous, comfortable back seat.

She waited until the car was past the large stone gates of the hotel before dropping the privacy panel and staring at her young driver's neck. He glanced at the driving mirror and saw her staring.

"Did you have a nice evening?"

"Not really. I couldn't really concentrate. My mind kept wandering. I don't know how I lasted this long. Is it all set up?"

"Yes, everything. I'll not tell you anything about it, let it be a surprise - or shock."

She saw his lip curl into a smile and knew this would be good.

"Do we have time for a stop Owen. It sounds like you deserve a reward."

He smirked again. Mrs Vaughn had been giving the young driver rewards for the last year or so and they were always worth receiving.

"Yes I fucking do you nasty little cunt. Organising this has given me a right hard dick and I need a release. Your tarty mouth will do nicely. Call it a warm up for you, eh?"

Barbara squirmed in the back seat. Owen more than knew her love of dirty talk.

"Then you had better find a lay by quickly and get back here with me, hadn't you?"

He drew in shortly afterwards but remained in his seat and swivelled to address his employer's wife.

"I don't think we've got time bitch. But why don't you get your ass up here beside me and you can blow me while I drive you. It'll save me having to blindfold you anyway because you won't see where we're going with your face in my crotch, will you?"

Licking her lips at being told what to do Barbara slid out of the car (Owen certainly wasn't going to open the door for her here) and she slipped in beside her part-time lover. Yes Barbara Vaughn was one of the sweetest, nicest MP's wives you were likely to meet but she was also addicted to cheap, nasty, dirty sex and she wasn't going to get that from her normal, staid, placid husband. She had led Owen astray, the young man not in a hurry to abuse the trust and position he had gained but no man could have resisted the sexy blonde for too long. And tonight Barbara was going further than ever before.

She sat beside her driver and shared a guilty look with him before he engaged the engine again making it clear Barbara was expected to do all the work. As he slowly pulled out into the traffic her small hands worked his zipper and tugged his unencumbered penis free. He was already erect and she gave him a couple of strokes before dropping onto her knees in the passenger footwell and leaning over to accept his cock between her perfect, pink lips. A few quick licks were followed by her pushing her mouth onto his prick, almost impaling herself until she slobbered over it before finally coming up for air. After that she started a steady rythym of going up and down on the driver's stiff member. After fifteen minutes of oral sex Owen was near the point of climax but he kept his eyes on the road, this wasn't the type of area where you wanted to have an accident. He put his hand down and pushed Barbara's head fully onto his cock and hissed.

"You need to hurry up, we're almost here. Your nightmare is about to begin."

Barbara increased her speed and ferocity of sucking and was swiftly rewarded with an eruption in her mouth as Owens dick exploded and pumped a series of shots of cum into her mouth. She greedily sucked it all in and swallowed in and wiped her chin just as Owen pulled in and brought the car to a stop.

Barbara pulled herself up and sat in the front seat staring out the window. The sight that greeted her was a run down, vandalised old house that looked abandoned. It was obviously in an estate in London and not a very savoury one at that. She looked at Owen and displayed her fear and concern.

"Last chance, do you want to back out? You can stop this here. You do not have to go ahead with this."

Barbara swallowed and nodded before answering.

"Yes. Yes I do want and have to go ahead with this. I crave the excitement and adventure. I trust you. This is what I want. This is my fantasy come to life. I want to do this."

"OK good. Get out of the car then and walk up to that house. Once you enter it I will drive off and you will be on your own. They are waiting for you, but you understand when you cross that threshold there is no safe word that will save you. There is no safety net. They will do whatever they want with and to you and you will not be able to deny them. I gave them the instructions that they could do anything they wanted just like you asked."

Barbara swallowed the last of his cum and nodded then bravely got out of the limo and entered the dark night....

*

Barbara got out of the car and had a sudden attack of fear and very nearly turned around to get back into the relative safety of the car. Get back in the back seat and let her driver take her home, safe and sound to her Kensington flat, to await her husband's return in two days time from his fact finding trip to South Africa. But as she hesitated Owen drove off and left her standing on the pavement, her mind suddenly made up for her. As she listened to the engine of the car disappear into the night she forced her feet to move to walk towards the dark, abandoned looking house.

Her heels clicked loudly on the cracked stone path and she was aware how loud she sounded as she approached a wooden door with graffiti across it and a large padlock on it barring entry. This puzzled her and she lifted the lock and tried the door but nothing moved. Just as she was about to call out she heard movement to her left and behind and a figure slammed into her shoving her forward with some force into the immovable door.

Barbara gave a shriek of surprise as she was hit and a hard callused hard reached up and grabbed her throat and a sour, threatening voice hissed in her ear.

"No noise bitch! Make another fucking squeak and I'll shut you up!"

Barbara whimpered and nodded but had no time to further consider her position before the hand changed to grab her perfectly coiffured blonde hair and drag her around the side of the house. They came to a wooden gate, which the man kicked open and pulled Barbara inside. They were in a small yard surrounded by a high, wooden fence with three barbed wire strands along the top to ward off unwanted visitors and a lamp above the back door into the house provided some illumination. The man threw Barbara to her knees on a small patch of overgrown grass and turned to slam a bolt home. There was a vile smell that Barbara could detect and she was nearly sick as she spotted a large pile of dog shit just a few feet from her, she looked up at a large kennel in the corner of the yard and spied the beast itself, a fighting dog on a thick collar and chain that looked as mean as all hell and was already growling at this intrusion.

"Easy Devil, this bitch is for me not you. Not yet anyway!"

Barbara cringed and tried to stumble to her feet, incoherently babbling that she had changed her mind.

"Tough Lady. You're too late now. I got a contact to fulfil and I'm a man of my word."

Then his hands grabbed the plunging neckline of her expensive dress and with a pull ripped it apart. The fabric stood no chance against the powerful rip and it just came apart in his hands like toilet paper. Barbara's flesh was exposed to the cool night air now and she shuddered as she watched her dress tossed aside in pieces in this filthy yard. 

"Expensive knickers for a slut!"

Her attacker exclaimed as he roughly hauled her silk bra off then tore her matching peach knickers of leaving her in just her stockings. She squealed and struggled but once he jerked her to her knees by her hair and slapped her face a couple of time she shut up again.

"What you moaning about bitch? This is what you fucking wanted?"

"No! Not like this!"

"Don't fucking lie."

He bent down and for the first time Barbara saw her attacker. He was a large man, covered in tattoos and wearing a white vest and jeans. He was well built and bald and huge, muscular arms. As he stared into the petite woman's eyes his hand reached out and invaded her cunt, his fingers wriggling about in there. She was soaking wet. Casually he withdrew his fingers then very deliberately sucked on them. He slapped her in the face and snarled.

"Lying bitch!" before standing up and unzipping his trousers.

The cock he pulled out was wide and long and already more than half stiff. He slapped it against her cheeks and chin before shoving it into Barbara's mouth just as she made to speak.

This was just about as far removed from the blow job she had given Owen in the car earlier than could be imagined.

The brute shoved his dick in as far as it would go, far enough that his fat, hairy balls were squashed against her prim little chin and the tuft of wiry, black pubic hair above his cock were in her flared nostrils. Her eyes went wide at the sudden insertion and he pulled back but only to ram his big cock right back down and into her throat. This time when he removed his cock she gagged and spluttered and trails of spit fell from her mouth but before she could spit them off he was back in her, choking her on his dick and this time nipping her nostrils together with his hand. Her eyes bulged, she panicked and she started to black out but he released her and she fell on her hands and knees and was sick on the grass beside the dog shit.

Her assailant gave her precisely two seconds before bending down to grab her by her rapidly messy hair and pushing her face into her own pool of sick.

"Disgusting bitch! How dare you come back her and be sick! Go on clean it up you filthy whore!"

He rubbed her face in it for a few moments then pulled it up, laughing as he saw the messed up nature of Barbara's make up. With vicious little tugs he hauled out her ear rings and necklaces.

"I'll take these as recompense shall I? And bitch, don't even think of puking in my yard again or next time it'll be in Devil's little mess that your pretty face gets introduced to!"

The thought of having her face in that steaming pile of dog shit was repulsive to Barbara and she shook her head vehemently but he when he presented his dick (still coated in some of her gorge and bile) she accepted it and he fucked her face hard again.

This was her ultimate fantasy of degradation, humiliation and powerlessness come to life but she could not hide the terror and fear she felt, not the unbelievable sensation of arousal she was experiencing at the living of her fantasy. Not knowing what was coming next was part of the thrill and despite the gruesomeness of the threat she was tempted to try to be sick again to see if the bastard would follow through on his threat.

His dick powered in and out of Barbara's gaping mouth, trails of mixed saliva and pre cum dripping from it humiliatingly, until his dick was fully hard and coated and slick, then in a swift move he pushed her head down (just inches from the sick and shit combo) and pulled her ass up , then with some skill he pulled her thighs apart and plunged his dick into her sopping pussy. Then he began to fuck her wildly, doggy style on the grass. It took Barbara a few moments to realise and pant out a plea for him to stop and at least use a condom. All she got as a response was a sneer and a hard slap across her ass.

"No chance slut, you are going to be getting it bare back all night long!"

As he fucked into her from behind with every stroke he was pushing her face nearer and nearer the disgusting mess in front of her. Inching nearer and nearer to that vile pile Barbara was really concerned her pretty face was about to go into it when the man gave an animalistic grunt and shuddered before pumping a full load of cum deep into her womb. He came again and again before finally withdrawing and standing back leaving Barbara on her hands and knees, gasping and realising there really was no way back from this. As she knelt there contemplating her decisions that had led her to this the man pulled his trousers up and wandered over to the kennel, patted the big dog then pulled a spare collar and lead from the side of it. He came back to Barbara and looped the leather collar around her neck then clipped the silver leash to it. It had clearly been used recently as the stench of beast was strong and Barbara was already disliking it within a minute.

"You're my bitch for the night, understand bitch?"

"Yes, but I think there's been some....."

SLAP!

"Bitches don't answer back. Bitches just nod their head and agree. Understand?"

Barbara nodded, wondering yet again if this was all too far but knowing even if it was she couldn't escape now. She had made sure there was no "safe word", once she was in she could not get out easily.

"Good. Now crawl behind me and I'll introduce you to some of my friends."

If anything the interior of the house was in a worse state than the exterior. As the man dragged Barbara inside and locked the back door behind him she was able to see that there were thick blinds covering all the windows and the exposed lightbulbs offered the only source of light in each room. The walls were filthy, wallpaper was torn and hanging off everywhere. The floors were caked in dirt and grime and there seemed to be a fog of filth and grime hanging in the air. Barbara crawled meekly behind him in just her expensive stockings, aware they were getting dirty and laddered as she made like a dog on all fours.

The place was just so scummy but then again, naked, with cum dripping down her inner thigh and her hair and make up a mess did she not fit right in? Barbara was amazed to find that there were others in the house, several people in fact all sat in a dilapidated and faded living room with pretty much no furniture bar a filthy, stained mattress in the centre of the room. Most of them look stoned or drunk and there was a distinctive musky, stale smell to the room. There were actually five men and two women sitting around watching as the MP's wife stalked in like a pet. The men were visibly maybe one stage up from being tramps, they were unkempt, rough and poorly dressed. The two women looked (and were) like crack whores, dressed as sleazily and sluttily as could be imagined, one was black the other a dirty blonde and both glowered at the beautiful woman with the perfect skin that was entering their habitat.

She was shoved down face first on the mattress and her captor spoke gruffly.

"Where's the bowl? I've had my go on the bitch, let's see who goes next."

The black girl got to her feet and strutted over to him holding a cracked, glass bowl. In it were seven bits of paper, he took it from her and held it down to Barbara.

"Pick one and read it out."

She didn't have a clue where this was going but put her hand into the bowl and pulled out a bit of paper. On it was scrawled untidily the name Charlie. She read it out and a scruffy bearded man cheered in the corner and struggled to his feet and wandered over to the mattress. He flipped his long, thin greasy looking dick out of his trousers and slapped it against Barbara's face before slurring.

"Get it nice and wet slut 'cos it's going in your asshole after this."

And as he slid his cock into her mouth and began to suck it, it dawned on Barbara that this was a raffle and whoever's name got picked out obviously got their pick of what to do to her!

Barbara looked at Charlie with revulsion, she really was dealing with the dregs here. Had this really been what she wanted? It didn't matter now she knew, there was no escape from this. She was helpless in her own web. She had never taken it in her ass before, had fantasised about it, briefly mentioned it to Owen in one of their liaisons but never actually got to it and it had been a hidden taboo that occasionally made it's way to the front of her mind while masturbating but she could never have imagined doing it like this. But she realised Charlie's words held the truth, she needed to get his dick as wet as she could. She spat on it and started to suck and lick it as hard and energetically as she could much to the room's amusement. But Charlie did not give her long, after only a minute or so of being blown he pulled his dick from her gasping mouth and pushed her down onto all fours again and got in behind her.

"P-Please be gentle, I've never done this before! Never taken it. There."

"Shut the fuck up bitch! In fact why don't I shut you up, don't want to hear you wailing all night so we?"

Snarled Charlie who proceeded to roll off Barbara's right stocking and rolled it up in his hand and tightly tied it round her surprised head so that it jammed in her mouth. Then just as she was dealing with that his scabby, rough hands were on her soft ass and prising the cheeks apart. He shuffled about until he had the right angle and then jammed the tip of his dick into her tight, puckered asshole. Her head shot up, looking almost comical with the black band now around her face and hair as he pressed forward and inserted his dick deeper then pulled back only to shove in again before building a slow pace.

The room spun for Barbara. The sensation of being taken in her tight, virgin asshole was amazing. Sore yet thrilling. She felt so dirty, so nasty. She looked around the room at the dregs of society and they were laughing at her or viewing her as a predator views it's prey. She was nothing to them, just a piece of fuck meat she realised. She could feel (and hear) his balls slapping against her ass cheeks with every vigorous stroke and cringed at it. Then with a loud grunt he came deep in her ass, pulling at the stocking as he did so and eventually ripping it off her face as he emptied his nut sack in her asshole. Still gasping for breath he untangled himself from her and staggered around to stand over her. He pulled her up by her hair and presented his shit stained cock to her mouth.

"Clean me up bitch, It's your fucking mess after all."

Barbara stared at his stinking, dirty, cock and was stunned at what she was being told to do. Surely this was a step too far, a depth she was not willing to sink to. Really she had no choice. The black woman crawled over to her and grabbed Barbara's right nipple and gave it a twist. Barbara opened her mouth to complain and Charlie stuffed his dirty dick into her mouth and held it there. The pretty blonde MP's wife had no choice but to suck her filth off his dick and felt sick doing it. The black girl flashed her a vindictive smile and slunk back to her seat and a drag on a suspicious looking cigarette and a draw from a unmarked bottle as she watched the rich bitch's denouement.




Thrillseeking Slut Surprised



"Right. Who's next? Slut pick the next two pieces of paper from the bowl."

Two??

Her small hands trembling Barbara plucked two pieces of card from the bowl and nervously read out the names.

"Jake and Paul."

Two of the guys sitting across from her gave a muted cheer and congratulated each other then got to their feet.

"So what's it gonna be boys? Take you pick? Whatever you wanna do."

They were both quite young looking, though haggard and scruffy. Jake was up and over by the blonde in a flash and had his dick out and in her mouth before his compatriot could react.

"Hey man, I wanted her mouth!" Paul complained.

"Well get it out and in there, stretch the bitch's lips, see if she can take two dicks in her mouth!" this call from the black girl, again accompanied by a vicious sneer directed at Barbara, she evidently did not like her at all.

The two guys looked at each other and shrugged and did just that. They squeezed up nice and close and before Barbara knew it she had two smelly cocks shoving and pushing at her lips and finally in her mouth. It was a tight squeeze and she felt claustrophobic, surrounded by balls on both cheeks and hemmed in by the men's bodies. Despite that she found herself wondering if this was actually nastier than taking a cock straight from fucking her ass? Whichever, they were both pretty low and Barbara could feel herself feeling worse and worse about herself which only served to arouse her more.

It all got a bit too much for the guys sword fighting with their dicks in her mouth and both had to pull out and as they slapped their hard dicks on each of Barbara's cheeks they were clearly very near to bursting. 

"You go first man."

"No you go. Or how about we both go for it? What you aiming for? Her face? Her tits?"

"Man, I'm shooting for the bitch's eyes. Hey how about I nail her right one you go for the left one." 

Barbara could do nothing but kneel there as they bounced their dicks off her face and discussed where they were going to dump their cum on her. Having reached their decision each reached down with a free hand and used two fingers to push her eyebrow up and her cheek down to bare her eyeball while they started wanking themselves to climax. Jake was just the first to cum, spurting a large stream of thick cum out that covered Barbara's right eye and then pumped out several after that. That set Paul off and he did likewise though with an even large amount of spunk right into Barbara's unprotected left eye! She was blinded with cum and they held her hands down so she couldn't wipe it away as it slowly dribbled out of her eyes and down her face.

"Hey look guys, the bitch's crying cum!"

That brought another laugh and then Barbara felt her hand thrust once more into the bowl. Blindly she selected a piece of paper and it fell to her initial attacker to read who was up next.

"Sharleen, looks like it's your turn baby, get up here and see what you can do with this slut!"

The dirty blonde smiled and got to her feet and strolled over to stand over Barbara. Looking up at her she looked like a stereotypical junkie bitch. Her make up was a mess, her hair a mess and she was pale and withdrawn looking -- just the scum of the earth. She gripped Barbara by the hair and took great delight in moving her head with her grip, bringing Barbara's messed up face right up towards her crotch then rubbing it against her tiny, denim skirt there.

"Take it off bitch and get eating, been ages since I was eaten out -- none of these selfish bastards would do it!"

That brought a howl of derision from the guys.

"That's 'cos you smell like a tuna fleet down there!"

"Nah! More like the whole fucking fishmarket!"

As they all laughed Barbara meekly pulled the blondes skirt off to come face to face with the most unappetising pussy imaginable. Barbara steeled herself for this, she had wanted the dirtiest, nastiest experience imaginable and it seemed like she was getting it. Her hesitation cost her as Sharleen drove her face right into the mess of wiry pubic hair and she started to again rub her face in there, this time with no skirt to block her. Desperately Barbara extended her tongue to show her compliance and the blonde laid off as Barbara found her clit with it and choked down on the vile smell as she started to lick. This was her first lesbian experience since boarding school but she had licked pussy before and had it done to her so she knew what she needed to do. 

The others cheered as the rich bitch ate out the trashy skank and Sharleen was evidently enjoying it too by the moans and sighs she was making and the increasing speed of her hip gyrations.

"Ungh! Ungh! Unggghhh! AAAAAAAAA! Yes! Yes! Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssss!!"

Sharleen cried out as she came, spurting her warm, clear juices all over Barbara's face.

Two guys went next and the night was blurring into itself for the thrill seeking politician's wife. 

The next guy up was fixated with fucking her ass and he had a big dick so it was a tight squeeze for Barbara but as she knelt on the mattress, covered in dirt, grime and various bodily fluids she allowed herself a small smile, this is what she had come for to be treated like a piece of shit and used and abused. She didn't know it but that small smile was to cost her dearly, the black girl, Tara, glimpsed it and suddenly realised what was going on - the rich white bitch wanted this! Only that first guy had known this was all a set up from the beginning, his contract with Owen to arrange this night not revealled to the motley cast of characters he had assembled in this doss house that evening. But Tara saw it now, that the blonde bitch was still actually in control here, and she did not like it one bit. But while she contemplated these thoughts she held her silence while Barbara took a good old fashioned ass reaming from a tramp who eventually unloaded his cum deep in her bowels.

This left one last guy to be picked from the bowl but by then Herbie was drunk and could barely stand as he demanded a blow job and just as a cum covered Barbara wrapped her lips around his limp dick his bladder gave way and she ended up swallowing a heap of vile piss before the rest splashed all over her face and body then seeped into the disgusting mattress. 

Tara's was the last name to be pulled from the bowl and she got to her feet and strutted over to the mess that was Barbara with serious intentions. She cleared her throat and spat it's frothing contents right into Barbara's face with all the venom of a hissing Cobra. The room became silent as the black whore stood over the blonde and gripped her hair and jerked it so she was looking up at her.

"Think you're so fucking clever, don't you? You sit up there and sneer down at the likes of us and think it's fun to play with us for a thrill, don't you?"

Barbara shook her head vehemently and tried to say no but Tara's hand slapped over her mouth and gathered the fluids there and wiped it in Barbara's hair.

"Shut it bitch. The only thing you're gonna use your mouth for is to kiss my ass, understand?!"

Barbara nodded and watched aghast as the black whore dropped her skirt and presented her dark backside to her face. The blonde nervously puckered up and planted a gentle kiss on her smooth, dark chocolate skin. Tara spun round angrily.

"What the fuck was that? I said my ass not my ass cheeks, you fucking kiss my dirty, black asshole bitch, and make sure you use your fucking tongue, understand!"

What the fuck? Thought Barbara, this had not exactly been what she had wanted. She had wanted cock in all her holes and doing all kinds of things to her, eating the white whore out had even been Ok but this dark skinned woman was fucking crazy and Barbara sensed then that she would do well not to disobey her. So, reluctantly, Barbara prised open Tara's ass cheeks and delved her face inbetween and began to lick and kiss her asshole using the same lips that she had kissed various famous politicians and foreign dignitaries with to rim a dirty, nigger prostitutes asshole with! While she was in there Tara squeezed out a great big, noisy, stinking fart and gleefully reached back to hold Barbara's nose in there for a minute before releasing her and stepping away and Barbara gasped and coughed and caught her breath. Tara reached down and grabbed one of Barbara's discarded stockings and threw it to the bedraggled blonde.

"Let's see how fucking extreme you're willing to be whitey! Wrap that round your scrawny white neck and pull it tight."

Barbara looked around the room but saw nothing to help her in the faces watching on and gulping she did as she was bid, winding the expensive hosiery around her neck and then pulling on both ends. Immediately she felt the pressure on her and had to fight to maintain her position looking up at the black woman, looking for the slightest hint that she could relent. She got none.

"Keep it up slut. I want to see you choke yourself. I'll show you what life is like in the gutter, it's cloying, gasping, choking and inescapable!"

At the last word Barbara had no choice but to release her hold on the stockings as she came close to passing out.

"Do it again bitch. I know someone else whose name wasn't in that fucking bowl."

Reluctantly Barbara started to choke herself again as Tara left the room and returned minutes later with the dog, Devil on a leash and a wicked grin on her face. Barbara looked at the snarling, salivating beast and forgot she was choking herself and passed out with that visage before her.....

*

Barbara woke up an indeterminable time later. It was dark and cold and she was lying in the foetal position in a damp puddle. She was in an alley, dimly lit by two overhead lamps out of five that worked. She rose unsteadily and looked down at her self to see she was naked and had the words "COCK MEAT" scrawled across her stomach in black marker. The night's events came back to her in a rush and she leaned back against the stone wall to support herself. What had she done? What a risk! But what a thrill! It had all got a bit out of hand towards the end there and she struggled to remember everything. Her head ached and her body ached all over and she wondered just how far things had gotten after she had passed out. But all that was swiftly forgotten when there was a loud metallic clang further up the alleyway. She jumped and gave an involuntary squeal.

"Barbara! Is that you?"

She gave a large sigh at hearing Owen's voice and weakly called that she was there. He rushed to grab her and kiss her and wrap his coat around her and lead her away to her limo. She slept in the back seat all the way home and barely woke when he carried her inside and up to her bed, the nightmare/fantasy over.

*

In the days and weeks that followed Owen demanded the full gory story of her evening and she told him, missing out only one or two things. She was glad she had lived out her sordid fantasy but knew that now she had done it she had no desire to revisit it. The reality had been too much for her. Indeed Owen (and her husband) noticed a newer Barbara in bed from then on, a kinder, gentler soul and Owen's days of treating her rough were a thing of the past. She had experienced the harsher sides of sex and decided that that particular itch was scratched.

*

Some six weeks to the day Barbara and her husband were hosting a dinner party at their house when their maid came to tell her that there was someone to see her at the door, that they had insisted on speaking to her even when told she was busy and had stressed how important it was she saw the lady of the house. Mildly irritated, Barbara excused herself. She was dressed in a really expensive dress and jewellery and her hair had been done that morning at great expense. She didn't know what to expect when she opened the door but is certainly wasn't to be staring at that black girl from her sex fantasy night, Tara!

Barbara was stunned into silence but had enough presence of mind to close the door of their London home and guide Tara into the bushes.

"W-What are you doing here?"

Tara smirked.

"I came to see how the other half lived. Kinda like you did bitch! Thought we was so poor that we don't see the news or read the papers, didn't you? Well I seen you bitch, I found out just who you were and who you're married to! "

"Look, I don't know what you want but go away, we can't do this now. "

Tara looked her up and down and admired the hostess's look before pulling a photograph from her tatty handbag. Barbara blanched as she looked at it, it must have been taken while she was passed out, she had no memory of doing that! She held her hand to her mouth as if she was going to be sick and then she was, throwing up in a rose border. The whole time Tara looked on amused.

"What I want, you rich, white bitch, is for you to meet me at this place in Soho tomorrow at 11in the morning. We're going to go shopping, so bring plenty spending money and dress down - but you know how to do that, don't you?"

Barbara took a business card from her and looked, dazed at the address.

"And bitch? If you tell anyone else about this, I mean anyone, your chauffeur lover, your husband, the police, anyone, then this picture gets sold to the highest bidder along with some others I took. Or maybe I just send a copy to your man, how'd he like that you think?"

"P-Please don't, I'll do what you want. Please, leave now, I'll be there tomorrow."

"Better believe it cunt, you're my bitch now and you do what I say, or else."

Barbara could hear chatter in the house behind her and she turned to listen lest anyone come out and find her like this, when she turned back Tara was right up in front of her and once again cleared her throat and spat right in her face. Then she twisted her nipple through the expensive gown before leaving with the warning.

"Be there white bitch or else this (waving the disgusting, incriminating photo at her) goes global!"

And with that Tara skipped out of the garden and out of the gate leaving Barbara frozen in place as the sour saliva dripped from her perky little nose.

*

Somewhat against her better judgement Barbara escaped the house the next day and did not inform anyone where she was off to. Colin, her husband was easy because he had left early for yet another fact finding junket on tax payers time and money in the Middle East. Owen not so much but she had slipped from the house and when he texted her later she just replied that he had the day off. She herself got a taxi into the city a couple of streets from the address Tara had given her and nervously walked the rest of the way. She had tried to 'dress down' but the reality was her wardrobe had nothing really that could mingle in with whatever whore couture that the black girl would be wearing.

Barbara's attire was a knee length black skirt, black stockings, a casual red top that displayed a decent amount of her cleavage and a designer denim jacket and sunglasses. She had slipped on red heels too but was more than aware it wasn't going to be what Tara was wanted. She got confirmation the minute she entered the sex shop that was at the address in Soho and spotted Tara staring at her. Tara herself was all in black leather, boots, miniskirt and bra top under a jacket. The black girl marched right up to her, grabbed her wrist and led her out of the shop.

"I told you to dress for the occasion, that (pointing at her outfit) is pathetic. Not what I had in mind."

She led Barbara down a dingy back alley beside the shop and then stopped behind a large bin just out of sight of the main street. Tara looked Barbara up and down then announced.

"We're about the same size , get undressed you can wear my clothes and I'll take yours."

Any argument was not brooked and was wasted so it was that the older blonde stripped off (naked, at Tara's bidding) and accepted the whores clothes and slipped them on while Tara helped herself to Barbara's much more expensive clothing. As they changed Barbara could not help but stare at the younger girl's ebony body and realise that her own figure would struggle to display itself so well in her cheap clothing.

"Give me my jacket I'll carry it, want you to get the full effect bitch!"

Barbara handed it over timidly which left her looking and feeling badly exposed. For goodness sake the only thing she wore on her top was a leather bra top that her tits were at least a size too big for. The skirt too was a little too small for her waist and she was conscious that it barely came down to mid thigh. This was made worse by the fact Tara had not been wearing knickers so Barbara now wasn't either and she felt the air get in between her legs. Contrastingly Tara fit into Barbara's clothes neatly and slipped the sunglasses on and smirked at her victim.

"Right, that's much better. What's the matter you wanted to live like scum, I'm just making it happen. Come on let's get back to the shop."

As Barbara made her way behind Tara she couldn't help but think that the dark girl was right, she had wanted this once (well not this exactly now) and had sought the thrill of helplessness well now she was really feeling it for sure!

It was a pretty grubby and seedy shop, both in look and content. Barbara stared at the rows of hardcore porn magazines, DVD's and sex toys and felt a familiar tingle in her crotch. As much as she did not like this situation and her lack of control she could not deny there was a certain arousal to it. Her feelings changed again as she caught two guys staring at her in the shop. They were quite young, both looked pretty nerdy and they were in the BDSM section of the chop. Barbara crossed her arms over her chest and turned to go down another aisle as Tara chuckled and called her over. The black girl was looking at a range of collars, she picked up a skanky looking black leather one, ringed with mini spikes.

"This'll do I think. Just trying to complete your look bitch. Gotta get you looking the part, eh?"

Just for kicks Tara also made her buy a couple of porn DVD's, including one called "Animal Farm" because it reminded her of a great night she had recently (said with a knowing wink at Barbara). Barbara cringed as she handed over her purchases to the man at the till and paid for them. Before they were out of the shop Tara had torn the packaging on the collar open and put it tightly around Barbara's neck, making her look even more of a dirty slut.

They shopped in other places too, normal shops where Tara used Barbara's money to buy all sorts of clothes and goods for herself and where Barbara felt particularly self conscious of the sneering, condescending looks from the normal denizens of these establishments at the cheap, tacky way this woman was dressed. She was even asked to leave one shop and she burned with embarrassment as she scuttled out.

About mid afternoon Tara had done enough shopping and again using Barbara's money got them a Taxi out into the schemes and housing estates in a part of London Barbara did not know but clearly was near the house that Owen had taken her to on that fateful evening. Tara led her into a dilapidated, disgusting flat and threw her shopping on the single bed and collapsed on a dirty armchair staring at Barbara with ill disguised hate in her eyes. Clearly the days shopping in higher establishments than she normally frequented had brought it home to her when she returned to her dump just what a shit life she led and how Barbara's differed. Barbara just stood there unsure of what was going to happen now.

Tara took out a bottle of gin they had bought that morning, unscrewed it and took a large gulp from it before finally explaining.

"See cunts like you disgust me. That today I bet was just a tiny fraction of the life of luxury you enjoy, wasn't it? Yeah, I bet. And yet you chose to slum it that night didn't you? You wanted that, didn't you? Wanted to see what it was like as a slut, a whore, a cum dump. What it was like to be nothing but a piece of fuck meat. Like me, eh? Don't bother denying it bitch. I know, I knew it then and I know it now. Well you want to see what my life it like do you? Well you can tonight. 'Cos see Saturday evenings? Hell most every evening, I dress like you are dressed and go down the estate and stand on the corners and let filthy, depraved, sad, pathetic bastards buy my body and do what they want with me for cash. And that's what you're doing tonight, see if you want to live my life then bitch, eh?"