2 comments/  25412 views/  7 favorites

Gwen's Journey Ch. 01

By: LitRiter



The little red convertible swooped into the lane, almost clipping the fender of Gwen's car. She swerved onto the shoulder of the highway, shouting curses at the receding tail end of the sports car. Fishtailing slightly, Gwen brought her car to a stop off of the road, cars whizzing past her without care. She folded her arms over the steering wheel and laid her head on them, taking deep breaths to relax her frazzled nerves.

A few minutes later, Gwen lifted her head and sat back in her seat. "Motherfucker!" she screamed, and flipped off the convertible that was at least five miles away from her by then. She spent the next minute trying to join the traffic flow and continued her drive home.

Gwen pulled into the cracked driveway of the duplex she rented in a poor but not destitute neighborhood. The rumor was that it had been a very nice neighborhood fifty years before, but it had declined rapidly over the last twenty years, and continued to do so at an increasing pace. She turned off the engine and waited until it rattled to silence before forcing the door open and getting out. The door creaked loudly when she closed it, and she put her hip to the door to secure it.

Her shirt was off before her apartment door was completely closed, and she kicked off her sneakers and peeled off her jeans on the way to the bathroom. She hit the light switch and began to run water into the sink, listening to the "tink, tink" sound of the flickering fluorescent light bulb before it lighted and stayed lit. The bathroom of the old apartment was painted yellow, and had old vinyl flooring that was cracked in places and curled up at the edges and corners. The tub was plastic, a single piece forming the shower/bath, but the counter top was real tile, and the sink enameled.

She pulled her hair out of her ponytail and shook it out, running her fingers through her thick, auburn hair. It felt greasy and had no luster, but at least she'd succeeded in growing it out past her shoulders. Normally she became upset and cut her hair short before it got that far.

She removed her bra and lifted her pert breasts in her hands, sneering disgustedly when she felt the sticky sweat that coated the lower swell. "I'm twenty-three years old!" Gwen screeched at herself in the mirror. "I deserve better than this!"

Gwen's work day began at five in the morning, when she'd crawl out of bed and take her first shower. She'd dress and eat a slice of toast with orange juice, and then drive for forty-five minutes through heavy early morning traffic to arrive at the plant by six thirty. She'd clock in and take her place on the line, inserting three eprom chips into each circuit board that passed her on the assembly line while she stood and felt the pain in her feet grow by the minute.

At eight thirty she'd take a ten minute break, and then clock out for her half hour lunch at ten thirty. She ate in the lunch room, surrounded by people she didn't like or have any common interests with. She had another ten minute break at one, and then left to go home at three, the afternoon traffic usually taking about an hour.

She stepped from the shower and remembered she'd left her only towel in the hamper in her room. She hurried to her bedroom and pulled the towel out, drying herself and wrapping her hair up in it. She intended to climb onto her bed and watch her little black and white television for an hour or so, but when she turned toward the bed something caught her eye.

Outside her bedroom window there had been a tall palm tree, but it was gone. She walked to the window and looked down and saw yellow tape intended to keep anyone from falling into the hole where the tree's roots had been. Sighing, Gwen looked out from her window at the new view. Directly across from her window was another window, the house next door being only fifteen feet away.

Through that window she saw a man. It was the cute new neighbor who'd moved in a few weeks before. She'd admired his handsome face and nice body, but she hadn't really had any opportunity to meet him yet. He was tall, about six foot three, and he had gorgeous green eyes that complimented his tanned complexion and thick black hair that was cut short. He looked to be in his late thirties, maybe forty, and he had seemed very fit.

He was moving around in his bedroom, and Gwen gasped softly when he peeled his tight shirt off over his head, revealing the rippling muscles of his back. His arms were impressive too, as finely cut as any youthful punk, but not overly muscled like a body builder. Her breathing quickened when he unbuckled his belt, and she put her finger to her lip when he dropped his pants to display his superbly muscled thighs and tight, hard ass. He turned slightly, and the bulge in the front of his white briefs made Gwen shiver.

The man left the window and Gwen laid down on her bed and started to rub herself wildly, finding she was already ripe and wet. In no time at all she'd brought herself to orgasm, crying out loudly when she came. The thought of his powerful arms, of running her hands over the hard muscles of his chest and stomach, of his intense green eyes, proved too much to deny.

* * * * *

Gwen had last had sex about a year before, when she'd been left at the bar by a girlfriend who'd gotten lucky with a cute stock broker. She'd drank too much, and had woken up in the bed of a fifty-two year old who was balding and whose bed had smelled slightly of Scotch. She'd been able to dress quietly and sneak away without waking him, despite the fact that her head had been pounding and her stomach sick.

Six months before that she'd broken up with Herb, a boy her age whom she had dated for nearly a year. The sex had been okay, and he had been cute and very charming, but she'd lived in fear of the results of her medical screening after finding out how promiscuous he'd been while they'd been dating, and how indiscriminate. She'd gone to church the Sunday after the results came back, keeping her promise to God.

Before Herb there had only been Roy. He had been very sweet, but overweight and not big on personal hygiene. They had been each other's first, and he'd ruined their friendship by pawing her and making lewd comments to her after they'd done it. She noticed that about Herb as well. As soon as she slept with him, her name changed to "Babe", and he felt he had the right to grab her inappropriately.

The only offer she'd had for sex that she'd entertained in the last year since the one night stand, was a fascinating woman named Julie. They went to the same bar and Gwen had mistaken Julie's flirting for friendship, right up until the lingering fingertips on her thigh. With her eyes closed she could come fantasizing about Julie, but frankly, the real thing scared the shit out of her.

* * * * *

Gwen was still panting and covered with perspiration, her fingers slick with her cum, when her cell phone rang. She indecorously wiped her hands on her bedspread and found her phone still in the pocket of her discarded jeans. Seeing the caller ID, Gwen flipped open the phone and held it to her ear as she went through the apartment gathering her clothes.

"Hi Ronnie," she said, her voice still husky from her arousal.

"Oh Baby," Ronnie laughed, her own voice scratchy from her pack a day habit. "You sound like you just got fucked! Spill!"

Gwen blushed deeply and giggled. The phone was cradled on her shoulder and she tossed her dirty clothes into her hamper. She noticed the smell of sex in her bedroom and glanced at the window nervously. "Nah, I wish!" Gwen said, trying to get her voice back to normal. "I was just um, I just got home from work."

Ronnie gave an evil laugh and said, "Yeah, I know what you were doing. Sorry to interrupt you, but I kinda hoped you'd go with me to The Grotto tonight. Maybe we can find one of those things you need with a guy attached to it."

"That's the problem," Gwen said, cocking her hip and putting her finger to her lip, "they usually are." She agreed to go, and Ronnie promised to pick her up at eight. She jumped back into the shower for a minute, to get the smell of sex and the sheen of perspiration off of her, and then, towel again wrapped around her head, she went into her bedroom to pick out a suitable outfit.

Ronnie had told Gwen that her biggest problem was her need for a make over. She was average height, five foot six barefoot, and weighed one forty on her small frame, a bit soft and a little thicker than she wanted to be. In high school she'd weighed about one fifteen and had turned heads, but then the additional weight had also added a full cup size to her now large grapefruit-sized breasts. She had liked her legs better when she was thinner, but she had to admit they still got looks.

Taking out her "Date Underwear", consisting of a black lace push-up bra and matching low-rise string bikini panties. Since it was hot out, she decided against stockings or tights, and picked out a short black pleated skirt that showed several inches of thigh above her knees. Her green satin empire top with a v-neck would show off her cleavage while complimenting her light skin, auburn hair, and hazel eyes. A simple gold chain necklace finished off her look, and she went into the bathroom to fix her hair and makeup.

Gwen used her blow dryer while she brushed out her hair, and her thick tresses fell straight and shined. Smiling at the one thing she liked most about herself, Gwen created a soft part on the left that allowed her bangs to sweep down over her eyebrows and to hide her eyes if she wanted to be mysterious.

A few passes of the mascara brush and accompanying eyeliner made her eyes "pop", and she applied a minimum of pale green shadow. Other than that, she had only to apply a bit of bright red lipstick and she was ready to go, which was a good thing because Ronnie arrived at that moment. Gwen paused only to put on her best black sandals with a four inch heel.

Strangely for a Thursday night, they found parking less than a block from The Grotto. There was a wait for a table, but the girls proceeded to the bar and ordered beers. Their frequent patronage of the bar was the only thing that kept both girls from being carded. Looking around, Gwen judged it to be a good crowd, with many nice looking boys and even what looked like a couple of men.

Ronnie was a hit, that was for sure. She always was, Gwen reflected. Ronnie was only five foot two and made up for it by never wearing anything less than a five inch stiletto or post heel. She always wore stockings, that night a fine mesh black fishnet, and short, tight skirts. The first thing most men noticed was her rather impressive chest. Her breasts were firm and round double-D cups that she displayed proudly. Gwen would too, if she'd paid as much for hers.

She had thin hips but a tight round ass, and a waist that created a perfect hourglass shape on her. Ronnie's wavy blonde hair cost her a fortune to maintain, but her sparkling blue eyes were natural. Her nose wasn't and it was perfect, and there was some debate about the nature of her luscious, plump lips.

The second thing most men noticed, and the first thing everyone else saw, was the constant cigarette that waved around Ronnie. She was a chain smoker, and while it hadn't caused any obvious problems with her appearance, there was the smell and the air quality around her to contend with. It made life difficult for Gwen, being the wing-girl for someone who spent half of the night on the smoker's patio.

Alone and on her third beer, Gwen saw Julie on the other side of the bar. The beautiful Asian American woman of Chinese descent was gazing at her and they smiled with warmth at each other. Gwen waved and blew a kiss, before grimacing. When she looked again at Julie she saw the woman smiling and shaking her head slowly. Gwen looked around and thought to herself that if she didn't find Mr. Right-now soon, she might just see how the other half lived.

Gwen realized she hadn't seen Ronnie in a while and she wandered over to the smoker's patio. It was usually almost deserted, unless Ronnie or another popular smoker made the non-smoking crowd more willing to weather the fumes. She stepped through the small, dark hallway and took the first of the three steps up onto the patio. Gwen stopped and moved back slightly, not wanting to intrude.

The patio was small and intimate, completely enclosed on three sides by bamboo paneling and on the fourth by the bar itself. Three wooden tables occupied the ten foot by fifteen foot space, which was lit by tiki torches and strangely, strings of colorful Christmas lights.

Ronnie was leaning against the wall, her arms folded and resting against it. She was bent, with her ass sticking out behind her, and her head rested on her arms. Her skirt was gone, and her fishnet tights were crotchless, showing off a large area of her creamy bottom. There were two men standing close to her, one, a tall, muscular man covered with tattoos and wearing a tank top, stood close up behind Ronnie, his hips jumping as he thrust his dick into her forcefully. The other man, not as tall as his friend, but similar in appearance save for his goatee and thin mustache, stood next to Ronnie, stroking his hard cock.

"Ooh yeah," Ronnie said quietly but with passion, "fuck me. Fuck my pussy!" The sight was stimulating, and Gwen felt her pussy get very excited. She had known Ronnie was a slut. The main reason the two dissimilar women had become friends was that Gwen didn't judge Ronnie. In fact, she enjoyed a vicarious thrill whenever Ronnie recounted one of her many adventures. "Fuck my pussy harder!" Ronnie hissed, looking back over her shoulder at the tough looking man, and Gwen pressed her hips to the corner of the building and slowly rubbed her pussy against the brickwork.

"You like that, Baby?" Tattoos said, slapping Ronnie's ass with a sharp crack.

"Fuck me harder with your big fat cock!" Ronnie moaned, and her hips began to hump back against his thrusts more actively.

Goatee reached under Ronnie and opened her blouse and then pulled her tits free of her bra, free to swing with her body's movement. He grabbed one of her nipples and twisted, and Ronnie turned her head to face him, hissing something that Gwen couldn't make out.

Tattoos leaned over Ronnie's back and he reached around to fondle her tits himself, but the new position made his cock fall out of Ronnie's slick cunt. While she castigated him for not being able to keep up, Tattoos grabbed Ronnie's waist and he turned her and forced her forward onto a nearby wooden table. Ronnie cooed when the cock slammed back into her, and she raised a leg up and put her knee on the table, allowing Tattoos better access to her pussy. Not having to support her body, Ronnie was now free to reach over and grab Goatee's cock, and she began to stroke it so hard that Gwen winced. It looked like she would break it.

For several minutes Gwen watched the man fucking her best friend, it never occurring to her to give them privacy. Her own pussy was so wet and aching that she was tempted to pull up her skirt and rub herself. She instead settled for rubbing against the wall and pinching and stroking her nipples through her top and bra.

Tattoos pulled his dick out of Ronnie and slapped her ass, and Ronnie obligingly stood up and turned around. Tattoos lifted her onto the edge of the table and she laid back, her legs coming up and spreading wide, revealing her shaved pussy. Then Tattoos was in her again, but now he was able to lean forward and suck on her tits as well. Moaning loudly, Ronnie resumed her hand job on Goatee.

Without warning, Ronnie whined, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" and her back arched as her face twisted. Tattoos pulled his dick out and quickly stripped off he condom before stroking his cock in his hand. His fingers flew like lightning, and then he grunted and his cum shot out and coated Ronnie's belly.

Gwen bit her finger softly, her attention on the gobs of white that ran and pooled on her friend's hot skin, and she barely registered that Goatee had rolled a condom on his dick and had replaced Tattoos between Ronnie's long, shapely legs. She whined softly when Goatee entered her, and then Tattoos pressed his flagging meat between her lips and she began to suck on him happily.

Gwen was taken by the little movements. The way Ronnie's tits rolled and bounced in response to Goatee's hard, forceful thrusts inside her. The shaking of her hands as she ran them down over her belly and smeared the cum into her skin like a moisturizer or cream. The way Ronnie's feet kicked out and her legs shook when Goatee slammed hard into her.

Ronnie pulled her mouth from Tattoos' cock and she let out a long, low wail. Her face was a mask of passion's pain, and her whole body started to shake from intense internal tremors. Gwen saw Goatee's fingers dig hard into Ronnie's soft thighs, and he slammed his cock inside her deeply and stayed there, his body shaking. Gwen could see his ass had tightened up and was trembling furiously as his cum filled the condom.

Goatee pulled his cock out of Ronnie and he stripped off the condom, offering it to Ronnie for some reason, but she shook her head. He dropped it on the table and stepped back, pulling up his pants and closing them. Tattoos had finished dressing and had retrieved Ronnie's skirt from the ground near the wall and he handed it to her. The men helped her up and they spoke too quietly for Gwen to hear.

Gwen realized they were about to turn and discover her, so she turned and rushed away, mindless of the staccato click of her heels on the cement floor. The beer she'd ordered arrived at the same time Ronnie did, and Gwen tried hard to ignore the distinct smell of sex emanating from her friend.

"I met a couple of guys," Ronnie said into Gwen's ear, "but you already know that, huh?" Gwen tried to look innocent, but Ronnie said, "I saw you watching. It made it better." They looked at each other in silence for a moment before Ronnie said, "I need to drop you off. We're going to one of the guy's apartment to continue our little tryst, okay?"

Ronnie paid their bar tab and they didn't speak much at all on the short drive to Gwen's duplex. She was about to get out when Ronnie put her hand on the bare skin of Gwen's knee. An electric thrill shot directly up Gwen's thigh to her pussy, where it increased her ache before moving on to electrify the rest of her body.

"I mean it, Gwen," Ronnie said seriously. "That was some hot fucking, but it was so much hotter because I knew you were there, watching me. I don't know why, but it was..." Gwen waited a few moments for Ronnie to complete her thought and then put her hand on the latch to open the car door.

"Gwen?" Ronnie called, and Gwen turned to look at her. "Do you want to, I mean...oh shit. Can I kiss you?"

Gwen's excitement multiplied and her very womb cried out "Yes!", but Gwen shyly looked away and mumbled, "Not tonight, okay? Maybe we can talk about it more later?"

"Yeah, okay," Ronnie said, nodding vigorously. "Okay. Well, have a good night. I'll call you this weekend?" Gwen nodded and she turned and quickly walked to her door, fumbled with her keys for too long, and went inside. She'd closed and locked the door before Ronnie drove away.

Gwen changed out of her party clothes and into the oversize t-shirt she wore as a nightgown. She was keyed up, horny, frankly, and she had to concentrate to keep her knee from shaking while she carefully cleaned away her makeup. Clean and ready for bed, Gwen walked into her bedroom and glanced at the window, remembering her neighbor's hot, hard body and gorgeous hair and eyes. It didn't take a moment's thought to know what her plans were for the rest of the evening.

Gwen slipped her t-shirt off and sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the night stand. After a few moments, she quickly reached down and pulled the single drawer open. The box where she kept her dildo, an eight inch pink slim model with a single twist adjustment dial for the vibrator on the bottom, sat next to an almost empty plastic bottle of water-based lube. Under those items were two sets of softly padded handcuffs, an unused but occasionally perused butt plug, and at the bottom a box of condoms, probably expired.


Gwen's Journey Ch. 01



She reverently removed the dildo from its box and experimentally twisted the dial. Starting with an almost imperceptible hum, she turned it all the way up, thinking that if she used it on that setting she'd break her teeth. She cranked it down almost all the way, and rubbed a few drops of the lube onto the tip. Feeling ready, she climbed onto her bed and thought of her neighbor. Her body responded to the very thought of him, and Gwen discovered she probably didn't need that lube after all.

Gwen was on her knees, and she reached back and slipped a couple of inches of her vibrating dildo into her cunt, working in circles, imagining Green Eyes fucking her doggie style. Um yeah, he'd know how to work it, Gwen thought as she twisted the softly humming mechanism inside herself. Just the thought of him behind her made her start to come, and she quickly reached beneath her belly with her free hand and frenetically rubbed her fingers into her clit and labia.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah!" she repeated as her orgasm started, the loud cries in her girlish voice echoing. Her cheek was pressed to her bedspread, her eyes closed, and she fucked her cunt roughly with the vibrator and rubbed her clit hard and fast as she came, her hips humping in the air frenziedly. "Mmm baby, oh yeah!" she squealed, the pitch of her girlish voice rising still higher into an urgent whine. She felt her cum coating her pussy, felt a droplet roll down her thigh. The rapid stroking of her clit had started to make little wet sounds.

Gwen let out one last high pitched squeal and came hard on her vibrator, her canal contracting on the humming device and sending renewed sensations through her, making her orgasm reverberate. Her body was not in her control any longer and Gwen surrendered happily, feeling the bliss of her come grab her hard and shake her. She was panting, her orgasm subsiding wonderfully, when her eyes opened slightly.

She was looking back at her ass and legs, both shining with perspiration, and saw the window. It was dark outside, of course, and she could faintly make out the lights on in the apartment next door. Her eyes focused more clearly, and she saw Green Eyes standing in his window, his big, muscular arms crossed over his chest. He was wearing a t-shirt and he was looking right at her and grinning. He is so hot, Gwen thought, and then it finally dawned on her.

She was on her knees with her ass in the air, pointed directly at the window. He'd been able to see everything! He'd seen her plunging the dildo into herself, watched her stroke her clit, seen her come and come! And worse, she thought with panic beginning, he was still watching her body shake and she was smiling at him. Good god! Maybe she could put a sign over her ass that said "Wish you were here"!

Gwen rolled quickly to the edge of her bed and she stood, wobbling slightly, and hurried to the bedroom door, out of Green Eye's line of sight. She glanced back and saw the dildo, still humming away right where he could see it, and she ran back and snatched it up. She paused to look out the window before she hurried back out into the relative safety of her living room. He'd been laughing, but he'd still been there.

She sat on the edge of her old sofa and worried her nail with her teeth. She tried to think about how she'd handle the situation, but the thought of Green Eyes only made the warmth of her orgasm rush again, and she closed her eyes and smiled. Oh shit, she thought as she lay down on the sofa, that was fantastic! She couldn't remember ever coming so hard, and certainly not with anyone else involved. The warmth and remembered sensations made Gwen hug herself tightly, and she drifted into a deep sleep.

*-*-*-*-*

Is this the end? If there is any interest in seeing me continue this story, please let me know. In fact, any feedback would be greatly appreciated.

Thanks!



Gwen's Journey Ch. 02



Gwen opened her eyes slowly, the far off sound of her alarm clock confusing her. She was on her little brown sofa in her living room, and it was dark. Sure enough, she could hear her alarm clock beeping away insistently in her bedroom, and when she woke a little more she jumped up and hurried to her bedroom.

It was twenty minutes after five, and she was running late. Finding a worn pair of jeans and a clean work shirt, Gwen tossed them onto her bed and ran to the bathroom to take her shower. In her rush she couldn't wait for the water to warm, and so was treated to a cold shower. The icy water made her shiver hard, but she ignored the unpleasant sensation as much as possible and washed her body and hair quickly.

Gwen stepped shivering from the tub and saw that she didn't have her towel again. Swearing, she stumbled into her bedroom and picked it up from the floor next to her hamper and quickly toweled herself off. She sat on the edge of her bed and pulled on a pair of white socks She glanced up at the window to see herself reflected in it, naked save for the socks. She knew that beyond her reflection was another window, only fifteen feet away, and behind that window was Green Eyes.

Feeling very self conscious but unable to tear her eyes from her reflection, Gwen reached over and located the white cotton panties she'd taken out and she watched her reflection as she pulled them on and up, standing and watching her mahogany pubes disappear behind the white fabric. She sat again and slipped her arms through her bra, and settled her breasts into the plain white full support garment. Fastening it, Gwen stood again and looked at herself in the reflection of the window. I need better underwear, she thought, and then she "pinched more than an inch" and thought, what I need is a better body.

Gwen slipped on her jeans and turned to view her butt in her reflection, not totally unhappy with the sight. She quickly pulled on her shirt and sat on the bed to tie her sneakers. Standing again, Gwen realized she had dressed in front of the window, instead of wandering through the apartment like she normally would have. She remembered the thrill of her adventures the night before and she smiled.

She pulled her damp hair into a ponytail while the bread toasted, and hurried to the car, travel mug of orange juice and keys in hand, toast in her teeth. She struggled with the stuck door until it wrenched open with a screech, and listened for several moments to the engine's "ruhr-ruhr-ruhr" before it caught and started.

Gwen drove faster than normal, to make up for lost time, and still clocked in fifteen minutes late. She hurried to her place, facing the silent wrath of her coworkers, and started to insert the little eprom chips into the holes on the sticky green circuit boards.

Gwen's mind wandered, and she found herself thinking about Green Eyes, and how he'd watched her play with her dildo. He was so hot! Handsome, and tall, and all those muscles. She felt strange that he'd been watching her through her bedroom window, but then she'd been the one putting on a show. Besides, she thought, she'd watched him undressing first, earlier.

And then there was the situation with Ronnie. They had been friends for a couple of years, and had been in some pretty weird situations before, even pretending to make out in order to discourage a couple of guys who wouldn't take no for an answer. That had been fun, and a little arousing, but she hadn't felt any urge to repeat the performance since.

If Ronnie was going to the Dark Side, was that a trip that Gwen wanted to follow her on? She'd been insanely horny for over a week, and her encounters with the beautiful Green Eyes had only made it worse. Even the rocking orgasms the night before had only begun to relieve the edge. Maybe if she and Ronnie played around she'd see if it was okay, and then if it was she could go out with Julie, the lesbian who so intrigued and tempted her.

Even though she considered herself a little bi-curious, she had to admit that she hadn't really been turned on, really turned on, by any woman before Julie, and none since. There was just something about her dark eyes and long, silky black hair. She was so pretty, and Gwen had thought she was around her own age of twenty-three and had been shocked to find out Julie was thirty-four.

When Julie had put her hand on Gwen's thigh and held it there, the rush she felt had been like she'd felt the first time a boy had touched her. She'd been so tempted to go with the flow, and so suddenly attracted to Julie, but her fears were stronger and she'd refused. She'd been polite, thank goodness, but she knew it had hurt Julie's feelings.

"Gwen!" a voice shouted, and Gwen jumped and looked around. "Take your break!" Ernie, the line supervisor shouted at her. She nodded and stumbled away to stretch a bit. She got a soda from the vending machine and caught her reflection in the machine's surface. Gwen dropped the icy can into the garbage.

Two hours later Gwen sat in the lunch room. She'd forgotten to grab anything for lunch, so she sipped at the bitter diet soda and felt her stomach rumble. From the corner of her eye she saw Dave Klinger, a halfway cute guy a couple of years older than she was. He'd been looking at her for a long time now, several weeks at least, but he hadn't come over to talk to her yet. He had hands with long, delicate fingers, and Gwen wondered if his cock was long and slender too, like her dildo.

Gwen's heart pounded in her breast and her fingers went to her lips as her face grew hot. Oh my god! Gwen thought, shocked at herself. I am way too horny if I'm sitting here imagining guys naked! Dave was cute, but he was a boy, and Gwen had found herself wanting a man. A man with big shoulders and strong hands. A man with hard, lean muscles and a gorgeous smile, and...green eyes.

An hour before the end of her shift, Gwen found herself imagining situations that would put her into contact with Green Eyes. Maybe she could do something simple, like put on a pair of short shorts and a t-shirt and wash her car until he came out and saw her. Or maybe she could need to borrow a cup of sugar and strike up a conversation that way. Scenarios ran through her mind, some good, some bad, and some just plain stupid. She continued the game with herself after clocking out for the day and on the drive home.

For the first time in a very long time, Gwen didn't shower when she got home, instead changing into a pair of old shorts and a tank top before going out for a run. Eight blocks later she lay panting in the grass of the neighborhood park, nursing her calves and thighs. That had to have been two miles, she thought to herself, and she heard herself reply that she was a fuck-head and had run maybe a half mile at best.

When her stomach cramped Gwen decided she needed to eat something and she made her way on painful and wobbly legs to the corner mini-mart where she discovered that they didn't have anything healthy. She did get a forty-four ounce diet soda, which she finished two blocks before she reached her duplex, and she ran on painful legs for the last block because she needed to pee so badly.

It was dusk when Gwen lay on her bed, still dressed in her "running clothes". She stared at the ceiling, her eyes following the jagged cracks in the plaster, and decided that if she was going to do anything to enjoy her Friday night, she'd better get to it. Rolling onto her side, Gwen looked out and saw Green Eyes looking back at her. She couldn't keep the smile from her lips.

He wore a tight white t-shirt with a small logo on the breast, and a large gold watch. She could see he wore blue jeans, but the window sill cut off the rest of him. His arms were crossed, and he was smiling at her. He looked great.

Gwen rolled out of bed and walked to the window, looking back at the gorgeous man. Her smile was broad, and she fidgeted nervously for a moment before giving him a brief wave. She felt tingly all over when he laughed and waved back. He had beautiful teeth and a wonderful smile.

Green Eyes looked away, distracted by something in his apartment, and he turned and walked out of view. Gwen stood there for a few minutes, waiting for his return. After fifteen minutes, Gwen sighed and gave up, finally taking her shower.

* * * * *

Dressed in shorts and an over sized t-shirt, Gwen bounced down the steps, heading for her car. Her cupboard was bare, and she really needed to get her grocery shopping out of the way. Of course, she though ruefully, what better way to spend a Friday night? Across the street, in the row of duplexes identical to hers, she saw a man leaning on his car, talking on a cell phone.

She slowed and looked him over. He was tall, really tall, and thickly built, had a bit of a belly even, but in his shorts and faded orange t-shirt Gwen though he looked pretty good. He looked up and saw her, and he smiled and waved, still talking on the cell phone.

Gwen smiled and waved back, then tried to open her car door, having to yank especially hard before the grinding squeal sounded loudly and the door creaked open half way. Getting between the car and the door, Gwen put her weight on it and forced the door fully open.

She sat down, tossing her purse on the passenger seat, and leaned all the way out to pull the door closed. It didn't move. She pulled so hard that her body hung between the seat and the door, but it just wouldn't budge. Gwen felt hot tears of anger fill her eyes as she silently cursed her car.

"Can I give you a hand?" a bass voice said, and Gwen turned to see the man from across the street walking over to her. He was built like a bear, with thinning brown hair and friendly brown eyes. As he got closer, Gwen noticed the hair that thickly covered his muscled arms and legs. He was a monster, six foot six and he had to weigh at least two hundred and fifty pounds.

Gwen nodded, noticing his baby face and soft brown eyes, and he squatted down next to her to examine the door. He was so large that even squatting as he was, he was almost at her seated eye level. He examined the door, swinging it back and forth a little with one hand and listening to the loud creaking sounds it made.

He smelled good, Gwen thought, a clean, manly smell. She could feel his body heat too, and even more, his presence. Becoming self conscious, Gwen noticed she had clamped her thighs tightly together. He was so big, and strong too. He'd moved the car door with one hand, easily, when she hadn't been able to budge it even a little with the full weight of her body. He looked so nice and friendly, but if he ever...well, Gwen knew she couldn't resist him.

He looked at her and smiled, making her tingle, and said, "I'm Steve, by the way. I think I can fix this, but it will take a couple of hours and some daylight." Gwen introduced herself and asked if Steve was new to the neighborhood. "Yeah," he said pleasantly, "I just moved here from L.A. for work. I just moved in across the street last weekend."

"Do you like it here so far?" Gwen asked, his strong presence so near her, washing over her and making the tingle grow to flutters. She wanted to keep him talking, keep him close.

He turned and grasped the top of the car for balance, fixing his attention on her. He smiled and said, "The people seem nice. The women here are prettier."

Gwen honestly couldn't help but giggle and flushed slightly. "I bet your girlfriend wouldn't like hearing that," she said, looking up through her bangs into his smiling eyes.

"Probably not," he said, and Gwen's stomach dropped unhappily before he continued, "so it's a good thing I don't have one at the moment." He looked at her and said, "I can take a look at this tomorrow if you'd like. All it will cost you is dinner, and maybe any parts though I don't think you'll need any."

"That sounds great," Gwen said, smiling her best smile at Steve, "but I kind of need to get to the store tonight."

"No problem," he said, smiling back at her, "I'll ride along to take care of the door, and you can show me where the best place to shop is." She quickly agreed, and he closed the door, sealing her inside her car while he ran back to his apartment to get a few things.

Once he was safely inside the car Gwen started it, wincing at the "ruhr-ruhr-ruhr" before it turned over, and Steve laughed and said he'd be glad to take a look at that as well. He continued to catalog items to investigate as they drove, and by the time they'd parked and he'd opened the door for her, Gwen figured he'd listed a couple of thousands of dollars of needed repairs.

Gwen reflected, as she pushed the cart through the supermarket, on how strange Steve made her feel. He was so big and strong and imposing that he frightened her. When he was close to her, Gwen's heart would beat faster, and she felt an edge to her nerves. But every time she looked into his eyes, or even saw him a short distance away, with his broad shoulders hunched slightly, he made her feel all fluttery inside. She liked him.

At the checkout Gwen smiled to herself, seeing that all Steve was buying was a case of bottled beer and a big box of coconut covered snack cakes with a cream filling. Definitely a bachelor, she thought, and both items would explain his soft belly. Gwen thought that his belly looked like the only thing on his body that wasn't firm and hard, and she felt a little thrill.

Steve loaded the groceries into her trunk, commenting on the sorry state of her spare tire, and then sealed her into the car for the drive home. When they were still a couple of blocks away, Gwen gripped the wheel tightly and said, "It's kind of late. While we're out, would you mind if I picked up a pizza for dinner? You could even, you know, join me if you'd like to."

They stopped at a small local pizza place and ordered a large peppers and onions pizza with extra cheese, and Gwen relented, allowing for sausage on half. After Steve let Gwen out of her car, he ran across the street to his apartment to drop off his beer and snack cakes while Gwen went inside and poured some red wine to go with the deep-dish pizza.

* * * * *

Steve went into the apartment and put the case of beer into the refrigerator. Aside from appliances the kitchen was bare, just as save for the second-hand sofa and battered old TV, the living room was too. Snack cakes in hand he opened the door to the small basement and descended the creaking stairs to where Gabrielle sat, with her feet on the table, her long, gorgeous legs showing beneath her tiny shorts.

Steve tossed the snack cakes to her and she caught them, then removed her large headphones and settled them around her neck. "So," Gabrielle said with a smile, "are you going to get lucky?"

Steve scowled at her, arching his back and stretching out to his full height. He squared his shoulders and rolled his head to work the kinks out of his thick neck. His posture better, the softness of his belly all but disappeared, leaving him with the appearance of a fit, muscular brick wall. "You just keep your eye on the ball, Gabby," he ordered, his voice sharp and commanding. "Call me on my cell if you get any activity."

And then with a sigh, Steve curled himself again, his shoulders hunching forward, his belly reappearing and his physique disappearing. "I'm going to go get a slice of pizza."

Gabrielle laughed softly at his back as he went up the stairs. Replacing the headphones over her ears, she murmured, "Yeah, and maybe get a piece of ass, too."

* * * * *

In her bedroom, Gwen had straightened her bed and attempted to hide the dirty laundry on her hamper, suddenly appalled at the odor. She looked over to the window and thought about Green Eyes, feeling that electric thrill that thinking of him had begun to send through her. He was so handsome, so hot! She couldn't imagine what it would be like to be with him, but she knew that her body wanted him.

Steve was almost the opposite end of the spectrum, she thought, smiling. There wasn't any electricity, but the power of him, his manliness, was so sexy! He was nice and kind, and he was handsome in his own way, like a big Saint Bernard. And those arms and legs of his, covered so thickly with soft brown hair, the thought of it made Gwen shiver.

She pictured them together, and Green Eyes was so much better in every way, except that she hadn't even spoken to him, so she didn't know if he was kind and funny. He just looked so damn good! A polite tap on the front door dragged her out of her reverie, and Gwen took her fingers from her lips and hurried back out into the living room.

She opened the door and Steve shambled inside, smiling sweetly. "Do you mind if we sit on the floor?" Gwen asked, waving toward the blanket she'd laid out the pizza and wine on, like an indoor picnic. Steve smiled and sat, watching Gwen lay out across from him. She handed him a plate and a couple of paper napkins, and then a wineglass with red wine that smelled like it cost about two bucks a bottle.

Twenty minutes later he was on his side, leaning on an elbow, having finished half of the pizza by himself. He watched Gwen nibbling the crust of her second slice, and he was struck by how beautiful an average woman could be. She had a pretty if not beautiful face, with big, expressive hazel eyes, and really pretty hair, he thought, warming to the idea of romance. Of course, he mused, she had a great little body, even if she wasn't as fitness minded as his usual type.

Compared to him she was small, tiny, but it was easy enough to imagine being with her, cupping her full breasts or round ass in his hands, moving between her supple thighs. Steve shook his head, impressed by the power of the wine, or more probably the quality of the woman. To change the ambiance of the evening, which was quickly becoming rather intimate, Steve asked, "Have you lived here long?"

Gwen hugged her knees to her chest and set her jaw on them. "Yeah, about four years," she said softly, gazing at his face with a gentle smile. "I grew up here, but not in this neighborhood. We lived closer to the lake. I graduated high school and as soon as I got a job I moved into this apartment, and then lost my job." She sipped her wine and set the glass down again.

"I started working at the plant a month after that, just before my savings were completely drained," she said. "Now I live the exciting life, on my feet from six to three every day, spending two hours getting to and from work, and living in a neighborhood that's going to pot faster than I can think of somewhere else to go."

Steve distracted himself from wanting to kiss her by asking, "What about your parents? Couldn't you stay with them until you find something else?"

Gwen looked like she was going to lie, and then thought better of it. "My mom left us when I was little. My dad got busted for possession just before I graduated and he was in prison the last I heard." She paused, staring hard at Steven, trying to gauge his reaction. "I try to stay away from my family," she concluded.

Steve sat up and stretched his arms out over his head, and then asked, "What time would you like for me to come over to look at your car?" He saw that she was thinking of something, about to say something more, and then she smiled at him and he felt something swell inside his barrel chest.

"You just come over whenever you'd like, okay?" she said, starting to rise. "You're doing me the favor." Steve reached out and took Gwen's wrist in his hand and pulled her down gently, and as he pushed the fingers of his other hand through the thick hair on the back of her head, he pressed his mouth to hers.

He felt her tongue with his, felt Gwen pressing her mouth against his, and knew she wanted to kiss him just as much as he wanted to kiss her. Until her palms came to rest on his shoulders and she pushed at him, and turning her face away, gasped, "No, please!" Steve released her immediately, and she fell to her side on the floor and scrambled a few feet away. She got up and stood over by the door.




Gwen's Journey Ch. 02



"I think you should leave," Gwen said, her girlish voice quavering. "If I gave you the wrong impression, I'm sorry." She looked like she was about to burst into tears, and Steve decided the best course of action would be to leave and try to salvage things later. He thanked her for dinner and left, hearing three distinct sets of locks close after she shut the door.

* * * * *

Gwen leaned against the door with her back, panting and shaking. What in the hell had just happened? What did she just do? Didn't she want to kiss him? She had been entertaining thoughts of asking him to spend the night since, oh, she'd seen him squatting next to her car. That nice looking and gentle man had kissed her, and it was a damned good kiss, and she'd thrown him out.

Tracing her lower lip with her fingertip, Gwen hurried to the bedroom and stood looking out of her window at the darkened window of Green Eyes. Was she afraid that sleeping with Steve would be like cheating on Green Eyes? How could she cheat on a man when she didn't even know his name?

She realized she was trembling, and Gwen went in and took a very long shower, touching her pussy and trying to coax a bit of relief, but she couldn't do it. Something in her head or her body kept her from doing anything more than slightly elevating her discomfort. She got out and toweled herself dry and climbed into bed.

She wrestled with herself before finally tugging the drawer open and removing her dildo. Gwen leaned over to turn off the lamp on her bed table and saw the light was on in Green Eye's apartment. What's more, Green Eyes stood there, watching her, and he wasn't wearing a shirt. He smiled, and she noticed she was still holding up the dildo for him to see and she flushed pink.

Gwen lay back on her pillow and turned the vibrator to a low level and slipped it beneath the covers and gently rubbed it over her pussy, feeling herself swell and open at its touch. Closing her eyes tightly, she moaned and rubbed the cool plastic across her clitoris and then down between her inner labia. Her finger went to her lip and she turned her head and cried out, opening her eyes to see Green Eyes watching her with a stern expression, his arms crossed over his finely muscled chest.

"What the fuck," Gwen moaned, and she threw back the covers and rose to her knees, facing the window. She was naked, and completely exposed for him to see, and she returned the vibrating dildo to her pussy, running the length of it through her swollen, sensitive lips and shaking from the pleasurable sensations.

Gwen felt her hips writhing as she worked the slightly warmer plastic over her wet flesh, giving herself over to the sensations. When her body demanded it, Gwen pressed the tip to her entrance and slowly inserted it into her warm, wet cunt, working it in circles as she pressed it more deeply inside her. A loud moan escaped her as her excitement grew.

She pulled the humming device from inside her slowly and ran it over her labia and then clit, feeling her body respond, becoming more and more excited, building the sweet agony and storing it like an overcharged battery. She opened her eyes again and watched Green Eyes watching her, a slight smile on his lips.

She kept her eyes open for as long as she could, as her orgasm took her, shaking her and making her scream. As her thighs throbbed and twitched, Gwen threw herself back onto the bed to keep from falling. Gasping and shivering as her orgasm subsided, Gwen rose up and leaned with one hand against her headboard, offering Green Eyes a profile of her on her knees, her breasts hanging loose beneath her.

She reached back and slipped the warm, wet plastic inside her again, thrusting with it and staring at Green Eyes over her arm. She bit down on her lower lip as she imagined it was him behind her, the vibrating mechanism inside her his cock, long and hard. She fucked herself hard with it, imagining he was fucking her hard, tirelessly thrusting his hard cock into her, claiming her, and she came again, even harder.

Her body was coated with perspiration, and Gwen crawled across the bed, and laid her face and chest down on the cool covers. Her ass was high, her pussy displayed to her distant lover. Still reeling from both of her orgasms, sated but wanting to give more to Green Eyes, Gwen reached under her body and stroked her dildo between her labia, shaking as the slick plastic vibrated across too-sensitive flesh.

Gwen pressed it inside her cunt again, aching but wanting to please Green Eyes, and she reached beneath her with her other hand and with her fingers spread her pussy as wide as she could, uncomfortably wide, and ran the dildo deep into her clutching hole, fucking herself as quickly and as hard as she could manage. Her fingers repeatedly slipped from the plastic, more than once feeling it slip from her to the bed before retrieving it and continuing.

Whining, she felt herself nearing another orgasm, and she was afraid. When it took her she dropped flat to the bed, writhing and crying out until it slowly subsided. She looked back at Green Eyes and saw he still smiled at her, and she felt completely happy. She felt like she was glowing.

When she'd regained her breath and then her senses, Gwen was horrified. She had done it again! Put herself on display like a cheap whore, debasing, degrading herself for this handsome stranger! Turning off the vibrator, Gwen shakily got to her knees and crawled from the bed and staggered out of the room.

* * * * *

"Anything?" Steve asked Gabrielle, who was straining to listen to her headphones. She'd taken her feet down and had been concentrating hard for nearly an hour. Finally she sat back and took off the headphones and set them on the table. She punched a few keys and isolated the previous hour of audio.

"I think he's watching porn," Gabrielle said, but Steve could tell by her expression that she didn't think that was really true. "If he is, though, he watches it muted, because there's no audio from it."

"What makes you think it's porn?" Steve asked, puzzled.

Gabrielle picked up her steno pad and read from the snippets she'd written down. "He was completely silent until a little bit ago, and then he said, 'Mmmm, you're back' and 'Don't hide from me.' The following statements were spread out unevenly over the next hour; 'You have lovely tits', 'What a cunt', 'Work it in deeper', 'Orgasm my lovely', 'Yes, spread yourself', and 'That's right shy one, run away.'"

"I don't get it," Steve said. "It doesn't make any sense at all. And this started at what time?"

"About thirty minutes after you got home from your date," Gabrielle said.

Steve thought about his last few minutes with Gwen, wishing with all of his heart that things had gone differently. He was nursing a serious case of blue balls, and he thought about how much he had wanted her, still wanted her. Shaking his head clear of personal thoughts, he instead focused on his target.

"What is it he's watching?" he asked no one.

*-*-*-*-*

If there is any interest in seeing me continue this story, please let me know. In fact, any feedback would be greatly appreciated.

Thanks!



Gwen's Journey Ch. 03



Gwen awoke with a start and looked around the room groggily. Finding herself on her shabby little brown couch for the second morning in a row, Gwen decided that needed to figure out a solution for her little "Neighbor Problem". She reflected on the previous evening, from throwing out Steve just because he had wanted her (even though she had wanted him too), to putting on another show, this one more wanton than the last, for Green Eyes.

She didn't bother to dress, stumbling into the kitchen and pouring a big glass of orange juice. She emptied the glass in one long gulp, set the glass in the sink and went straight into the bathroom to take a long hot shower. Feeling very refreshed, Gwen toweled off and searched her room for clean clothes, not finding many.

She dressed in a white t-shirt that was so large on her that the neck almost exposed a shoulder. It was dingy white, with cartoon hand prints on the chest (which hung near her waist) and a large brown stain across the front. The bottom of the shirt hung down to mid-thigh, hiding the little black shorts that were so ridiculously tight that they made a distinct camel-toe, and the cheeks of her bottom hung out scandalously.

Putting her shining auburn hair into a ponytail and slipping into ratty sandals, Gwen proceeded to gather all of her dirty clothes, towels, and bedding. She had four full bags of laundry to do, and she began the process of taking them out to her car.

She had the first large bag halfway to her car when she saw Steve. He was dressed in shorts and running shoes, with white socks that clung to his enormous calves. Although it was already hot out at ten in the morning, he wore a baggy green sweatshirt. Steve had the hood of Gwen's car open, and he was bent over her engine, making adjustments.

Gwen's eyes crawled up the back of Steve's muscular and thickly haired legs up to his ass, which was admirably displayed by his shorts as he bent over his work. She felt a thrill as she looked at him, and she found herself transfixed. She couldn't imagine why he would still be helping her out after she'd been so abrupt with him the night before. Her eyes crawled slowly along the fine curve of his ass. His shorts would normally have been loose, but bent as he was they hugged him tightly, and Gwen liked the view.

"Um," she heard, and Gwen shook herself and saw that Steve was looking back over his shoulder at her, "Hi?" he said. I'd give a million dollars to, just once, not get caught being horny by a guy I like, Gwen thought as she flushed pink.

"Hi," Gwen said, shifting her weight from foot to foot and setting the laundry bag on the ground. "I didn't think you'd still-" she began, and then said, "I was really rude and mean to you last night and I'm sorry. You don't have to be nice to me and fix my car, you know."

Steve stood up and turned to face her, wiping his hands on a rag. He looked at her for a moment and then smiled. "I didn't kiss you because I expected anything for fixing your car. I'm fixing your car because I can help, and because I want to. I kissed you because you're a sweet lady who is very cute and I like you."

"That's sweet," Gwen said, running her finger over her lip. "Could I ask you one more favor though?" Gwen asked for a ride to the laundromat, and Steve immediately volunteered to drive her in his car. The bags of laundry were quickly loaded into his trunk, and Gwen directed him to the neighborhood's coin-op launderer.

Steve helped Gwen carry the big bags into the crowded establishment, his size causing others to move aside and give Gwen room. Steve agreed to pick her up when she was finished, and they exchanged cell numbers.

Gwen hated the laundromat. It was always hot, even on a cool day, and the crowds of sweating people, screaming children who ran rampant, and the creepy men who checked her out in her "Laundry Day" clothes all combined to make her upset and irritable. She sat sweating atop one of the Formica covered counter tops, waiting for the cycles to end so she could swap her dirty clothes for wet and move wet clothes to the driers.

She reflected on Steve again, wondering what her problem was. He was just the kind of big manly guy that she was attracted to, and he had that weird kind-hearted little puppy-dog/big dangerous bear thing going. She might be completely wrong about him, she knew, but she had the sense that Steve was the kind of guy who'd try to talk two guys out of fighting but could take them both down by himself if they didn't behave.

To say that thoughts of Steve pounding on a couple of bruisers made Gwen's heart race would be an understatement. The fact was, Steve excited the hell out of Gwen, and she liked him as a friend too. In her experience, that was pretty rare.

But then her thoughts strayed to Green Eyes, and she felt her pussy get wet. What is it about that guy that gets to me? Gwen asked herself, shifting her bottom on the counter top. His short black hair, hard, handsome face, and his lean, well-cut muscled body just made her insides go creamy. She felt completely helpless when he was watching her, as if he was sending commands into her brain, controlling her actions and forcing her to masturbate for him.

Wouldn't it be great, Gwen thought, if she could just blame all of her problems on someone else? Yeah, she thought, I'm not a slut, he made me dance around naked and play with myself with his mind powers! Wouldn't that be a great cop out?

When she was almost done folding the last of her laundry, Gwen called Steve and let him know she'd be ready soon, and like the dependable man he seemed to be, he arrived almost immediately. He helped her bring the laundry into her apartment and went back to working on her car while she put things away.

It was hot and humid out, and Gwen gathered up her giant t-shirt and tied it off just below her bust before making her bed. Once done, she went into the kitchen and made sandwiches, setting them out on her dining table with two icy beers before calling to Steve. He came in, clearly expecting her to have another favor to ask, and he was visibly pleased when she invited him to sit down for lunch.

"I'm really sorry about last night," Gwen said, getting up and going to the refrigerator to get the jar of pickle spears. When Gwen opened the refrigerator and bent at the waist to rummage through the items on a lower shelf, Steve sighed, his erection rising quickly and straining at his shorts. Her too-tight black shorts rode up high on her ass to expose a broad expanse of soft, pale skin

Gwen had trouble finding the jar apparently, and she shifted her weight from one foot to the other slowly, her ass undulating enticingly as her knees bent and straightened in turn. She let out an exclamation of delight and pulled the jar out. She was halfway back to him when she saw Steve's eyes were intense, and he couldn't keep them from her bare midriff and shorts small and tight enough to be mistaken for boyshort briefs. Gwen was blushing when she put the jar down on the table and sat.

"I'm not a cock tease," Gwen began, reaching to touch Steve's hand. "I really, really like you. I know it wasn't nice to invite you in and then parade around like I am, but it was an accident."

Steve laughed. "Hey, no problem! I like looking at you, Gwen. You're a beautiful girl. You just can't get mad at me for feeling the way I feel when you're near me."

"I'm not mad at you!" Gwen said, a little too loudly. "Are you kidding? I'd love to jump all over you!" Her eyes widened and she put her fingers to her open mouth.

"Glad to hear it," Steve said, smiling more broadly. "I'll tell you, Gwen, I haven't been able to think clearly since yesterday, and it seems like every time I start to get over it you're there again and I'm lost all over again."

"I didn't mean to make you think we could-" Gwen began, and then she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She began again. "I can't have a relationship with you right now Steve. My life is kind of screwed up and I need to take things slowly."

"What you're saying is that you want me, so you're going to be sending me all kinds of signals and getting me worked up, but you don't want to do anything about it, or for me to do anything about it," he said, looking exasperated.

Gwen nodded, saying, "That's pretty much it, Steve. I don't want you to go away, because things might change and I'll want you to be around then."

Steve finished his sandwich and looked at Gwen as he chewed. Swallowing, he rose to his feet and Gwen noticed how perfectly her dining chair lined her mouth up with his crotch. Steve's finger touched under Gwen's chin and he turned her face upward and he leaned down. His lips touched hers and she immediately reciprocated, kissing him.

Their tongues danced passionately together as they kissed, and Gwen felt warmth flowing through her body and an ache beginning deep inside her loins. Her whole body seemed relaxed save for her legs, which drew up under her chair while her thighs shook. When Steve broke off their kiss Gwen almost stood up to follow his mouth away from her, a small sound of disappointment escaping her lips.

Pleased with himself, Steve went back out to work on Gwen's car, leaving her to stew in her desire. She sat, smiling, and rubbed her lips softly. Oh yeah, Gwen thought, he's a keeper. Now if she could just figure out a way to string him along for a little while, just until she figured out what was going on with Green Eyes.

* * * * *

A little car pulled up to the curb and Steve glanced over to see a drop-dead gorgeous blonde climb out. Perfect hair, perfect body, absolutely perfect breasts, she was obviously mostly store bought. Watching her approach, he saw the look that many over-confident women her size wore. She was wondering how big his dick was. Stealing a glance, Steve mused that she'd walk funny for a week if he ever cut loose on her.

"Hi there," the woman said, clearly thinking she was pretty hot stuff. Steve stood up, careful to keep his shoulders slightly hunched forward, and he saw the woman's lips part.

"Hello," Steve said, his voice deeper than it would normally be.

"I'm Ronnie," the woman said, her eyes running over his body in the mistaken belief that he couldn't tell through her sunglasses. "I'm glad somebody's finally helping Gwen out with her car."

"My name's Steve," he said, taking her hand and squeezing it slightly while he shook it. "I just moved in across the street and thought Gwen needed a hand."

"She certainly does," Ronnie said, smiling at her own double entendre, "and you look like just the guy to help her out."

"Nice meeting you," Steve said, returning to his work. He saw that Ronnie checked him out again before walking up to the house. So far, Steve wasn't impressed by Gwen's choice of friends.

Entering the house without knocking, Ronnie saw Gwen in the dining room. "How was he?" Ronnie asked as she took off her sunglasses.

"What?" Gwen asked, turning to see Ronnie, but the meaning dawned on her right away and she said, "No! We didn't do anything together. He's a friend, I mean, no. We didn't do anything."

"Why in Hell not?" Ronnie asked loudly. "For god sake Gwen, you need to get laid, and there's some prime beef working on your car right now!" She cocked her head slightly and her brow furrowed slightly. "Is he gay?"

"No!" Gwen shouted before bursting into laughter. "No, he's not. He wants me too and we've kissed (which was very nice) but I can't have a relationship right now, Ronnie."

Ronnie looked confused. "So don't have a relationship, then. Just fuck him. Screw your little brains out for a day or two and see if your problems don't go away."

"Jeez, Ronnie," Gwen sighed. "If I fuck him it will be a relationship. I'm not good at opening my legs for strangers, you know."

"Like me?" Ronnie asked.

"No!" Gwen said, and then held up her hands. "Look Ronnie, I'm not judging you, but I'm not you. I can't sleep with just anybody. I need it to be special, meaningful."

"Then why are you dressed like that?" Ronnie asked, sitting on the edge of the little sofa. "You look like you either just got fucked, or you plan to soon."

"It was laundry day, Ronnie!" Gwen said, suddenly very conscious of her appearance. "Did you want something, or did you just come over to make me feel bad?"

Ronnie jumped up and rushed to Gwen, wrapping her arms around her and hugging her tightly. "I'm sorry Sweety! I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."

"I'm sorry too," Gwen said. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings with anything I said either."

"Make it up to me." Ronnie had a slightly wicked look in her eyes, and Gwen felt a dread begin to form in the pit of her stomach. "Get dressed and go to The Grotto with me. I'm meeting Frank there tonight, and, you know Frank. He was the guy with the tattoos that you watched me with on the patio."

Gwen flashed back to the night she'd watched Ronnie being fucked by the Latino guy who had been covered with tattoos. She felt warmth creep into her face at the memory. "If you're meeting him, why do you want me along?"

Ronnie looked down for a moment before meeting Gwen's eyes and answering. "I told you how hot it made me to have you there, right?" When Gwen nodded, Ronnie continued, "I told Frank and he thought it was hot too. We hoped you might come home with us tonight."

"Whoa," Gwen breathed, the thought of being in a real, live threesome taking her by surprise. More surprisingly, the thought excited her. Maybe she could try being with another woman if there was a guy involved.

"You don't have to do a thing, though you're welcome to," Ronnie said quickly. "The important thing to us is that you're there...watching." Gwen looked thoughtful, but she wasn't leaping at the opportunity. "Come on, Gwenny," Ronnie whispered, "I'll owe you big."

"It's almost five now," Gwen said. "If you come over at seven I'll either be ready to go, or I won't be. Leave me alone for a while so I can think it over, okay?" Ronnie kissed Gwen and hurried from the house.

"What am I going to do?" Gwen asked the empty room.

* * * * *

Gwen laid back in the tub, hot water covered by a thick layer of tiny bubbles. She sighed, stretching her body out as far as she could and then relaxing every muscle from her toes to her forehead. In Gwen's opinion, there was nothing that was more relaxing and better for considering problems than a good bubble bath.

Reflecting on her issues, the one that popped up first and foremost was Green Eyes. She knew she had to either meet the man and see if there was real chemistry, or she had to let him go. Realizing that the thought of him had caused her to lightly stroke her finger over her pussy, Gwen drew her hand away quickly.

The next big issue was Steve. Big, harmless, helpful, wonderful Steve. Well, not so harmless she thought, remembering his parting kiss after lunch. If he had meant to show her what she'd be missing, he'd succeeded. Rolling her eyes and sighing, Gwen again drew her hand away from her pussy.

She couldn't make any kind of decision about Steve until she was clear about Green Eyes. It wasn't fair to him, she knew, but she refused to let herself go with Steve if there was any chance that she could have a future with Green Eyes. Gwen certainly wasn't the kind of girl who'd use a man for a while and then throw him away when something better came along.

Taking the can of shaving cream in hand, Gwen shook it briskly while reaching for her razor. No matter what she decided to do that night, she wanted to be ready.

* * * * *

An hour and a half later, Gwen skipped down the steps of her porch. Steve stood next to her car, wiping his hands on a grimy rag, turning when he heard her heels. Gwen's heart leaped at his expression, seeing it change from pride and happiness to pleased appreciation.

She wore a dark green vee neck cami dress, the ruffled hem catching her at mid-thigh, black stockings, and black suede pumps with a four inch stacked heel. "You look beautiful," Steve said, and Gwen's leaping heart burst with happiness. "Are you going out tonight?" Steve asked, and then after a pause added, "Because if you aren't, would you like to?"

Gwen was smiling broadly and she spun around to give Steve a good long look at her, enjoying his attention. "Ronnie's picking me up in a little bit," she said, her girlish voice tinkling with pleasure, "but thank you. Can I take a rain check?"

"Sure," Steve said, and tore his eyes away from Gwen to look at her car. "I'm all finished here. Want to try her out?"

Giggling, Gwen ran around to the driver's side and opened the door. It moved easily and without a sound. Gwen clapped happily and sat down, starting the engine. She squealed with joy when it caught and started on the first attempt. Steve climbed into her passenger seat, and Gwen pulled her door shut, listening to the engine purr.

Overjoyed, Gwen leaned over and kissed Steve, her lips meeting his and melding there, feeling his arms surround her in their muscular glory and pull her to him. She felt his tongue on her lips and she parted them to allow him inside her mouth, where her own tongue waited to begin the dance.

Her fingers pushed through his thinning brown hair, and Gwen found herself on her knees, straddling Steve's lap. His hands moved across her back, sliding over the smooth fabric of her dress before moving down and firmly but gently cupping her ass.

She broke off their kiss and put her lips to his neck, tasting the sweat of his day's labors, and she breathed hard, her body shaking. His hands moved on her bottom, and Gwen knew that if he pushed her, even a little, she would not resist him. She raised her head and kissed his lips again, marveling that such a big, hard man could have such soft lips.

The day's heat had left the car's interior warm, and Gwen felt the cold trickle of a single bead of perspiration move from under her arm to disappear into the fabric of her dress. That little shock was enough to make her break off their kissing again, and she put her forehead to his and felt the slickness of him.

"We have to stop," Gwen moaned softly, her girlish voice making the statement sound more erotic than intended.

"Why?" Steve gasped, and she realized she could feel his heart pounding against her belly.

"Because," Gwen said, pausing to place another light kiss on his lips, "if we don't I'm going to go to bed with you, and I'm not ready for that yet."

"You want to?" Steve asked, leaning to kiss her but missing when she moved her head back.

"More than anything," Gwen said seriously, "I ache to be with you."

"At least we're even," Steve said, and Gwen felt his hands release their grip on her ass and slide up to her waist. "Would you hate me if I took you inside and made love to you?" Steve asked, his voice deep and rich, but somehow tiny at the same time.

"No," Gwen said softly, "but I'd hate myself. I won't promise that I'll sleep with you someday, Steve, but if everything works out I'd really like to, hell, I don't know. Be patient with me, but if you're just looking for a girl to fuck then I'm not that girl. If that's what you want then just walk away don't let me feel like we have a real future."

"Wow," Steve breathed. "I hadn't even thought about any of that. You kind of blinded me, Gwen." Steve opened the passenger door and Gwen scrambled into the driver's seat and turned off the engine. Steve leaned back down to meet her eyes and said, "Gwen, you're a strange girl." He closed the door and she watched in the rear-view mirror as he crossed the street and went inside his house.

She had locked her car door and was about to go back into her apartment when Ronnie's car pulled up. She saw Ronnie's face as she looked out at her through the windshield. Oh, what the hell, Gwen thought, and she walked over and got into Ronnie's car.




Gwen's Journey Ch. 03



* * * * *

They had been sitting at the bar for only a few minutes, their drinks not even arrived, when Frank walked in, dressed in a a white shirt covered by a big black leather jacket, blue jeans, and black leather work boots. His freshly shaved head gleamed colorfully when he passed beneath a neon beer advertisement.

He had seen them and he was smiling as he walked over, and Gwen shrugged inwardly. He really was pretty cute, and he had a nice smile and good teeth. When he reached them he slipped an arm around Ronnie's waist and she melted into him, their kiss loud and wet. They broke from each other and Ronnie introduced Frank to Gwen.

Frank appeared to be a little nervous, and Gwen figured it out. He didn't know how he was supposed to treat her. She wasn't going to be much help there, since she didn't know herself. Their drinks arrived and Frank ordered a beer, and then he took off his jacket to reveal his tank top, hard muscles, and the multitude of tattoos that covered his arms, shoulders, and neck.

Gwen was impressed, not remembering his physique as being so well defined. He was actually pretty hot, she decided. They didn't speak much as they drank, and as soon as Gwen had finished her drink Frank paid their tabs and the three of them left together.

Ronnie drove Gwen to her condo with Frank following on his motorcycle. "Isn't he hot?" Ronnie said excitedly. When Gwen nodded, Ronnie continued, "So, are you going to join us, or do you just want to watch?"

"I'm going to go in with you and see what happens. If I get freaked out I'll be leaving, but let's just take it slow, okay?" Gwen straightened her dress over her legs, wondering why she'd dressed so nicely, and then she remembered making out with Steve and hugged herself to cease the tickling that broke out over her body.

"Who are you thinking about?" Ronnie asked, turning onto her street.

"Nobody," Gwen said, smiling softly out the window at the dusk.

"Yeah, about six foot four of nobody, right?" Ronnie said wickedly and turned into the driveway of her condo complex. When Gwen giggled Ronnie looked into her eyes and her smile grew. "Gwen's got a boyfriend!" Ronnie exclaimed, and she ignored Gwen's protests and parked the car.

They watched Frank parking his motorcycle, Ronnie singing, "Gwen and the big guy, sitting in a tree, F, U, C, K-" stopping when Gwen elbowed her ribs. Frank joined them and the three went up the flight of stairs and entered Ronnie's tastefully furnished apartment. Frank took off his jacket again and Gwen followed Ronnie into the kitchen to get drinks.

Ronnie set a bottle of white wine on the counter, and when Gwen had set the three glasses down next to it, Ronnie put her arms around Gwen's waist and she pulled her into an embrace. "Thank you for doing this," Ronnie said, and she leaned up and kissed Gwen.

Gwen was fine, having Ronnie kiss her, but the contact of their lips lasted longer than normal, and then she felt Ronnie's tongue playfully dabbing at her lips. Nervously, Gwen parted them slightly, and felt Ronnie's hand run through her hair to the back of her head. Ronnie pulled Gwen's mouth harder against hers, and her tongue slipped inside Gwen's mouth.

They had kissed before, sometimes passionately, but something had changed. Ronnie's kiss felt different, somehow more like...a man. Gwen's body was responding to Ronnie's kiss as though a man was kissing her, and that frightened her.

They brought the wine and glasses out into the living room, where Frank stood looking at Ronnie's collection of CDs. The three of them sat, Frank and Ronnie close together on the big white sofa, Gwen on the matching chair. They chatted about absolutely nothing and drank wine, and as the nervousness eased Gwen took off her heels and curled her feet under her body.

Frank kissed Ronnie, who seemed to melt into him, and Gwen sat silently watching them. When Frank's mouth moved down to Ronnie's neck, she looked at Gwen, smiling, her eyes heavy lidded with passion. When Frank's big hand closed on Ronnie's thigh, she said, "Let's move this into the bedroom."

Gwen loved Ronnie's bedroom. The giant California King sat in the center of the room, the bed cover white, with a tiny floral pattern of roses, matching the canopy. A cedar chest sat at the foot of the bed, a dressing table and mirror sitting behind the massive brass headboard. The room was clean, immaculate, and bright. It always looked like a showcase, as if no one actually lived there.

Gwen sat down on the bed near the foot, her legs drawn up beneath her, and she alternately watched as Frank took off his boots, as Ronnie removed her dress to expose some of the loveliest pink and black lingerie Gwen had ever seen. Frank pulled off his tank while Ronnie crawled to the center of the bed, still wearing her wickedly high heels.

Gwen had been transfixed by the sight of Ronnie in her lingerie, and when she turned to see Frank he was naked, his impressive cock swinging between his thighs as he climbed on the bed and over to Ronnie. They kissed, their hands moving over their bodies, and Gwen felt the heat rising in her cheeks. She took a drink from her wine but it didn't help to cool her down at all.

Gwen's attention was drawn to Frank's dick, and she watched as it swelled slowly, rolling to one side as it became harder and thicker. His hairy scrotum seemed to be holding something inside that was moving, and she wondered if balls actually did move around on their own. She saw thick ridges swell up across the surface of his shaft as it grew, turning into fat veins, and was happy for the opportunity to see this. She'd never imagined it to be so complex, and so beautiful.

Frank removed Ronnie's bra, and he put his mouth on her breast and suckled there. Ronnie gazed happily at Gwen, who flushed deeply and felt as though the temperature in the room was well over a hundred degrees. With an internal "what the fuck?", Gwen got up from the bed and set her glass on the cedar chest before pulling her dress off over her head. She wore only her opaque black thigh high stockings and low rise white bikini panties when she resumed her place on the bed.

Frank was kissing Ronnie's flat belly, and he hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties and dragged them slowly down her legs. Ronnie opened her thighs and Gwen was taken by her naked swollen red pussy, open and wet. Ronnie's inner labia were dark and fat, and Gwen wondered if having so much more than she did made sex feel better.

Gwen loved to have her pussy touched and she knew how very sensitive her own labia were, especially when swollen and excited. Ronnie's were so much bigger and fatter that Gwen could only imagine the increased sensations.

When Frank leaned down and flicked his tongue across Ronnie's pussy Gwen felt herself become very creamy inside, and she wondered if it would send the wrong signals, or if it was even acceptable, for her to touch herself. When Frank took Ronnie's fat labia in his lips and shook his head, like a dog tearing at a blanket, Ronnie moaned and arched her back, and Gwen slipped her fingers under her waistband and stroked the wetness of her own pussy.

Frank sucked loudly on Ronnie's pussy while she whined and ran her hands over his bald head, and Gwen rubbed her clit, making small slow circles with her fingertips. Gwen marveled at Frank's attention to detail as she watched him running his lips and tongue this way and that, and she found herself emulating him with her fingers.

Gwen's legs were open wide, and when Frank withdrew a few inches to catch his breath and slapped Ronnie's pussy, spanking her clit, Gwen patted herself. Her nipple was drawn tight and was hard between her fingers as Gwen twisted it, and a glance away from Ronnie's glistening pussy showed her that Ronnie was herself twisting her nipples, but with both hands. At that moment Gwen noticed that she was breathing quickly, the deep, hard breaths almost whistling through her nose.

Frank was again sucking on Ronnie's clit, and Gwen watched with fascination when he pushed two of his fingers into her vagina, and the speed and ferocity that he pounded them into and out of her made Gwen wince. She tried to get her own fingers into her aching pussy, but her panties wouldn't allow her the freedom she needed. Deciding that she was far past the point of modesty, Gwen pushed her panties down and kicked them away.

Gwen spread her pussy wide and reached around to put two fingers into herself, gasping with pleasure and curious about how wet she was. She saw that both Ronnie and Frank were watching her then, and she was shocked by Frank's expression. He looked like he'd been eating dinner at a restaurant when the order arrived at a neighboring table that looked so much better than what he'd ordered. Gwen was shocked and ashamed that Ronnie's lover was showing so much interest in her, but she didn't hold back when she came, shivering and shuddering on her fingers.

A fire seemed to have been lit in Frank's passion, and he rose up onto his knees and roughly grabbed Ronnie and pulled her ass up onto his thighs. He plunged his dick into her forcefully, and Ronnie cried out and thrashed, clawing at the bedspread. Frank hooked Ronnie's knees with his elbows and he leaned forward, bending Ronnie nearly double, before hammering her savagely with his raging cock.

Ronnie screamed with pleasure as Frank rammed into her repeated, with enough force to shake the entire bed. Gwen watched as Ronnie's breasts rolled with each powerful impact, rolling in opposite directions, like the tassels on the nipples of a talented stripper. Sweat appeared on Frank as if by magic, instantly coating his back and arms and forming into beads that ran down his body.

"I'm coming!" Ronnie screamed, and her skin flushed deeply as her screams became a single, drawn out cry that ended in a rasping croak. Almost immediately, Frank pulled himself from her, and Gwen saw something white surrounding Ronnie's cunt, her natural lubricant and her cum whipped into foam.

Frank turned and faced Gwen, his cock raging hard and red before him, and the look in his eyes was feral as he stoked his cock and stared at her. Gwen at once froze with fear and felt her arousal peak, and her instincts fought between "fuck or flight".

Ronnie rolled up onto her knees and kissed Frank's mouth, and the tension of the moment was broken. "Don't forget your condom," Ronnie said as she crawled between Gwen's legs and kissed her mouth softly. And then, almost like Frank had done to her, Ronnie took hold of Gwen's legs and pulled her ass from under her, and Gwen fell back to the bed with a yelp.

Before she could raise herself up onto her elbows Gwen felt Ronnie's mouth on her pussy, an electric shock of pleasure racing through her. Her drinking buddy was eating her pussy, and though she knew this would effect their relationship in the future, Gwen had to admit that it felt very good.

When she was able to rise up onto her elbows finally, Gwen saw Frank move behind Ronnie, and while her eyes were locked with his, Frank rammed his dick into Ronnie's pussy again. It was fucking by proxy. Frank held firmly to Ronnie's waist as he slammed his cock as deeply into her as he could, pounding her as hard as he could, his eyes looked in contest with Gwen's.

Gwen held his stare, and seeing his hard body glistening with sweat, she knew knew he was really fucking her. And all the while, between helpless moans and occasional cries of passion, Ronnie licked, sucked, and chewed on the sensitive flesh of Gwen's pussy. Gwen cried out loudly when Ronnie's fingers entered her, and she fucked Gwen with them deeply while she spanked Gwen's clit with quick little pats.

Gwen was helpless and couldn't control herself when her orgasm took her, and she writhed on the bedspread, whining and burbling while pure white pleasure blinded her and flooded her entire body. Gwen's cunt exploded with wetness, and her cum ran around Ronnie's fingers, flowing down over her ass. Ronnie, for her part, squealed happily and began to lick and suck, trying to capture every drop.

Gwen's head was spinning from her orgasm, which did not want to release her. Ronnie's continued mouth and finger action was maintaining her come and held her on an excruciatingly ecstatic threshold. With a final starburst of joy from within her womb, Gwen screamed and collapsed, her body ravaged and her breathing rapid and shallow.

* * * * *

The water in the tub was just the right temperature, and the aromatic oils were amazingly relaxing. The woman in the tub relaxed in the near silence, broken only by the occasional tinkle of a drop of water falling from the tap.

Her long, dark brown hair, normally straight and hanging to her mid-back, was piled on the top of her head, held there by bamboo sticks. Her skin was a healthy, glowing golden brown, and her almond shaped sky blue eyes were closed as she relaxed. Her lips, full and succulent, were naturally a light shade of pink, so she rarely wore lipstick or liner, and her high cheekbones combined with her strong pointed chin to create a face meant for the covers of magazines.

At five foot eleven, she was remarkably tall, and she was so self assured that she rarely went out to a social engagement without suitably high heels. Her body was lean but very shapely, her limbs long and well formed. Her breasts were full without being too large, her bottom tight and firm but pleasingly round.

Like the mythical girl from Ipanema, when she passed by in the right outfit, or lack thereof, the world would stop to admire her. Gabrielle hated that.

By the age of fourteen, Gabrielle knew how to manipulate men to get anything she wanted. By fifteen she'd mastered the manipulation of women, which she considered more fun than the men. A man would know he was being used, but not care. A woman was manipulated by manipulating those around her. It was like carefully adjusting two dozen mirrors and then stepping aside. You know the light will strike where you want it to, and when it does, everything happens exactly as planned.

Never the princess, Gabrielle was interested in sports, and after high school was accepted at UCLA, where she studied hard and graduated with Honors. She had worked hard to attain what she had in life, and at the same time never apologized for being devastatingly beautiful.

She had first worked with Steve four years before, when they had been equals. They had worked well together, and had been paired up because of their height on several occasions. Steve had only run one of these operations before. Gabby wiped the tear before it started. Things had gone very badly and people had died. Two years later, and Gabby still wept.

Two years, Gabby thought. Had it been so long? She thought about Steve, and the little bimbo who had him jumping through hoops. If that girl only knew, Gabby shook her head, but no. She would never know. She could never know what was going on.

The thoughts of Steve had brought to mind memories of him strolling through the rented duplex in his briefs, not hiding his rock-hard body behind too-big clothes and bad posture. Those memories made Gabby smile, and her fingers softly caressed the tiny patch of dark brown curls that was carefully trimmed into the ironic shape of a triangle above her aesthetically perfect pussy. She resolved herself to start something with Steve before the end of the operation. She'd worked too hard for too many years to let a chance at happiness slip by.

Her fingers sought lower and she shivered when she found aroused, sensitive skin. She'd promised Steve she'd return as quickly as possible to relieve him, but her relief took precedence at that moment, and as she pictured his hard body, Gabrielle decided to take her time.

* * * * *

Frank was on his back, his feet not very far from Gwen's chest, and Ronnie was on him but facing the wrong way, looking down at Gwen and running her fingers through her own rat's nest of hair. Her eyes were almost closed, her mouth formed into an "o", and bright patches of dark crimson sat on her cheeks. Her hips bounced and rolled on Frank, and Gwen realized that she must have passed out for a time.

Ronnie leaned forward, putting her hands on Frank's thighs, and she bucked her hips quickly, grinding her clit against Frank's shaft and rocking his hardness inside her. Ronnie cried out, "oh! oh! oh!" over and over again until Frank's hands appeared from behind her and grasped Ronnie's waist roughly.

Gwen was familiar with her own lovemaking, and she knew that when she came she liked to relax and enjoy the sensations that washed over her. Ronnie's unrelenting fingers and mouth had not allowed her to do that this time, and many individual body parts still apparently planned on penning long thank you letters.

Gwen's experience with lovers had also been limited to men who stopped moving when they came, tensing up while their cum filled their condom, or her mouth. A few times a guy had started moving again, slowly, trying to prolong their lovemaking, but that had been rare and ultimately disappointing for Gwen. What she saw Frank and Ronnie do next frankly shocked and amazed her.

Frank was lifting Ronnie up bodily and slamming her down hard onto his cock while Ronnie rolled and bucked her hips against him. Her fingers were rubbing her pussy hard at the same time, her face was a twisted and distorted mask of pain and pleasure, and her head was thrown back. Gwen clearly saw Frank's ass clenching hard, and she recognized that he was coming, but he wasn't slowing even a little.

They either were coming or had come, and they were still fucking as hard as they could. Gwen couldn't imagine the torturous agony they were experiencing, but her shock quickly turned to envy. Gwen decided that at the very first opportunity she had, she was going to fuck with abandon, just like Ronnie.

The shouts of joy became animal cries of passion, and then raspy, hoarse calls. They did slow, and eventually stopped, with Ronnie collapsing back against Frank's chest as they heaved and shook, a palpable heat emanating from their flushed bodies, glistening with sweat. She rolled from him and pulled at the bedspread, blankets, and sheets to get beneath her covers, and Gwen moved to help her.

The women giggled as they stripped off their stockings, and Gwen reached over the edge of the bed to drop them, and Ronnie's heels, to the floor. They embraced briefly, kissing again and sharing their post-orgasmic delight.

Frank discretely made his condom disappear and then climbed into the warm, crisp sheets with the women, grabbing Ronnie and holding her close for a long kiss. Ronnie stretched her arm out behind her and encircled Gwen, pulling her tightly against her back. Gwen was uncharacteristically enthusiastic about putting her arms around her hot, sweaty friend and embracing her.

Frank drifted off to sleep quickly, and Ronnie rolled over to lie nose to nose with Gwen, her best friend of several years and lover of one night. They held one another close and kissed, sharing a moment of silent intimacy that lasted until both slept, and the heat from their bodies drove them to roll apart.

- - - - -

Gwen became conscious slowly and was aware of fingers touching her pussy. Her hips shook as she tried to press against the fingers, and she wondered whose they were, but in truth didn't care. It had been too long since anyone elses fingers had been on her, and at that moment two pressed into her and she gasped and stifled a whine. A rough tongue ran over and around her nipple, and Gwen knew then that Frank was her culprit.

Frank's mouth found hers in the darkness, and they kissed savagely, Gwen's hands running over Frank's bald head, thick neck, and powerful shoulders. His fingers dug inside her roughly, and Gwen would normally have complained, but at that moment she needed that touch. Frank's tongue was in her mouth, his fingers working into her and then slamming into her quickly, his palm slapping her pussy over and over, driving her crazy.




Gwen's Journey Ch. 03



Gwen cried out into Frank's mouth as she came softly, her pussy grabbing Frank's fingers, and he whispered, "Stuck up little bitch likes that, huh?" He pulled his slick fingers from her and she moaned with disappointment until she felt Frank moving and the weight of his hard body came to rest on top of her.

Gwen whined as Frank's cock entered her, his body rubbing against her clit as he pressed himself tightly to her. His strong arms encircled her, holding her securely, and his mouth pressed to hers as his hips ground his cock inside her. Gwen couldn't control herself, and her own hips bucked hard against Frank.

She turned her head and in the darkness could see Ronnie, a foot away, sleeping peacefully, and Frank worked his lips and tongue across Gwen's ear and neck.

Gwen leaned up against Frank and reached down, clawing at his hips until her fingertips found purchase on his ass and she pulled him to her, silently urging him more deeply inside her. The feeling of his body, his smell, his throbbing hardness inside her, manly and alive, quickly made Gwen come, and she shook with the power of it, her legs wrapping behind Frank's thighs.

Her orgasm released Gwen and she fell back to the mattress, giving Frank the opportunity to turn his attention to her breasts. His mouth latched immediately to her nipple and he sucked hard, drawing her into his mouth. Gwen couldn't stifle the moan of pleasure, barely quieting it at all.

His cock pounded into her, shaking the bed, and he gasped and said hoarsely, "Fucking little stuck up cunt!" before gasping and grinding hard into her, coming.

Gwen sighed, feeling a satisfied blanket of sensation wash over her body, calming her, comforting her, and making her glow. She felt the rushing of wetness inside her, and she stretched out under Frank's shaking, sweaty body, and then froze.

"Are you wearing a condom?" Gwen whispered loudly, her stomach twisting and turning to ice. Frank laughed in response.

-

Ronnie woke to screaming, the bed shaking wildly. Thinking an earthquake was happening, Ronnie shouted for calm and turned on her bedside lamp. The sight she saw confused her completely. Gwen was on her back, her legs up and spread wide, with Frank on top of her, and his dick was inside her. They were having sex, but Frank was shying back from Gwen, who was shouting and kicking out her feet while she slapped, punched, and clawed at Frank's face and chest.

"Frank?" Ronnie said, trying to come up with any explanation that didn't include her new boyfriend raping her best friend.

"Fucking whore asked for it!" he yelled, "She wanted it!"

Amid her continuing stream of expletives and invective, Gwen cried out, "Motherfucker came in me!"

-

For Frank, it was the best of times and it was the worst of times. He'd spent much of the night fucking and sucking off the rich little hottie he'd lined up as a sugar mama, and then he'd just laid her best friend, whose cunt had been like a slice of Heaven. Then he came, and now he had one fucking puta hitting and clawing at his face, and his sugar mama was on her knees next to him, punching his head and back.

As soon as he'd disengaged from Gwen, Frank crawled away from the bed and the women's assault had stopped. He dressed quickly as he listened to them wailing at each other, and he left with his boots in hand, rather than sit down and listen to anymore of their abuse. As he stepped into the hall outside the bedroom he called back, "I hope I knocked you up, bitch!" and as big and strong as he was, he hurried his step and was out the front door quickly after hearing the explosion of activity behind him.

* * * * *

"I'm so sorry, Gwen!" Ronnie said when she'd pulled up at the curb outside Gwen's duplex.

"You said that already, Ronnie," Gwen said, and she started to cry again. "Look, it's not your fault. We had a good time tonight, and that asshole just went too far."

Ronnie ignored the fact that Gwen didn't seem to have a problem with sleeping with Ronnie's boyfriend, only that he'd come inside her. "But it wouldn't have happened if-" Ronnie began.

Gwen, still crying, interrupted her. "Ronnie! Let it go! I'm not mad at you. I just want to go inside and wash up, okay? I want to go to sleep."

Ronnie put her hand on her friend's bare knee and said, "Call me tomorrow, promise?"

Gwen smiled and nodded, and then got out of Ronnie's car and went inside her apartment. She kicked off her heels and stripped out of her dress and panties quickly, going straight into the bathroom and running a very hot bath. She sat in the tub as it filled, wishing it was so easy, wishing her quick bath could wash away his sperm.

She ran down the checklist in her head. She'd need to stop at the doctor's office on her way home from work to pick up some "Morning After" pills. She'd have to take preventative measures to make sure she didn't get pregnant.

Gwen's head reeled. She thought of Green Eyes, and how much she wanted him. Then she thought of Steve, and how much they wanted each other. Finally, she tried to reconcile the fact that she'd fucked Frank, who she didn't know. She fucked that stranger, or he fucked her (semantics), but she wouldn't sleep with Steve, who she liked. She like-liked him. But she wouldn't sleep with him because she might have a one in a million chance of hooking up with Green Eyes, who might disgust her when she met him in person anyway.

Finishing her bath and wrapping herself in her freshly washed towel, all fluffy, soft, and clean, Gwen went into her bedroom and crawled onto the covers and collapsed there. She glanced at the window and saw only darkness. She imagined his Green Eyes and smiled, and fell immediately to sleep.

* * * * *

Gwen rolled over and squinted at the sunlight blazing in her window. She'd been sleeping on top of the covers, her towel bunched near her feet. She got up and wrapped the towel around herself again, padding to the living room and stepping briefly outside to get her Sunday paper. She poured herself a tall glass of orange juice and brought it and the paper back to her bed and, dropping her towel to the floor, sat cross-legged on her bed, the paper spread out before her.

Gwen took a drink of her juice and was setting the glass on her bed table when she saw Green Eyes in his window, watching her. Gwen smiled and pushed her hair back behind her ear, and then she waved to him in a neighborly manner. They were both very aware that she was naked, and Gwen even felt a thrill at that, but after her smile and wave she turned her attention to the paper.

When she'd finished reading the sections that interested her and had separated out the coupons she wanted to clip, Gwen gathered up the rest of the paper into a pile and she looked out the window. Green Eyes was gone. She felt a pang, having hoped on some level that he'd have been so enchanted by her that he'd stand there and watch her read the newspaper.

Oh well, Gwen thought, climbing from her bed and going to her closet, maybe he's not interested after all. She'd decided on running that morning and was just about to pick out the items she'd wear, when her doorbell rang. Gwen hurried to her living room, on the way coming to a rash decision.

If it's Steve, she thought, I'm inviting him in a I'm going to rock his world. She'd had enough of the games and uncertainty. Gwen liked him, he liked her, and that was enough. She couldn't think of a single reason to delay the inevitable.

She got to the door and pulled it open, striking a pose to best display her body in all of her glory.

*-*-*-*-*

If there is any interest in seeing me continue this story, please let me know. In fact, any feedback would be greatly appreciated.

Thanks!



Gwen's Journey Ch. 04



Striking her most alluring pose, Gwen threw open the door, standing completely naked in the doorway to her apartment.  Whether Steve or Green Eyes, he just became a very lucky, and very happy man.

"Hi, would you like to buy a-Holy crap!" the teen in a Boy Scouts uniform shouted, his eyes bugging out.

"Aw shit!" Gwen hissed and slammed the door.  Just once, she thought.  Just once...

Gwen paced her living room, rubbing her finger over her lip frenetically.  Every second or third pace she'd stop and look through the peep hole to make certain the boy hadn't returned with police or his angry parents.  Every other time she looked through the peep hole she would jab it with her finger and growl, "See how easy?  Couldn't do that before you opened the door?" and then return to pacing.

After nearly an hour of pacing, Gwen's nerves had settled a little bit and she thought briefly about taking a shower before it occurred to her that she had been ignoring her plans to start running every other day.  She picked out a cute pair of red shorts and a white tank top with the number "16" on the chest in red block numerals.  Putting her auburn hair in a ponytail, Gwen left her apartment and started for the street.

Standing on the lawn in front of his duplex was Steve, dressed in forest green shorts and a big t-shirt with a colorful logo.  He was wearing running shoes and white socks, and he was stretching.  Gwen stood and watched him, liking what she saw as the thickly built and heavily muscled man slowly stretched out his legs.  His thinning brown hair was cut short and emphasized his not un-handsome baby face, and his bare arms and legs were covered with thick but soft brown hair.

Gwen felt a longing deep inside, and clasped her hands together at her chest and sat down on the grass.  She wasn't horny, Gwen realized.  She had masturbated herself silly, been eaten by Ronnie to her heart's content, and even though the result wasn't great, she'd had a rocking good time under Frank, all just a few hours before.  Gwen didn't want to fuck Steve, at least not at that moment.

Gwen couldn't deny the longing she felt for him.  She wanted to be near him, to hear his voice, to touch his hand.  Crossing her legs under her, Gwen put her elbows on her knees and rested her chin on her hands, staring across the street.  Shocked and amazed, Gwen came to recognize her true feelings for Steve.  Yup, she thought, Gwen's got a boyfriend.  Now all she needed was for him to want her for a girlfriend.

Spotting her sitting cross-legged on her lawn, Steve stood and stretched his back, his smile visible from across the street.  He walked over slowly, and he stood a few feet in front of her, smiling down.

"Good morning," Steve said quietly.  "You look like you're about to go for a run.  You want some company?"

Gazing up at him, her smile as big as his, Gwen tried hard to ignore the fact that she could see right up the legs of his shorts.  She saw the bundle held by white cotton, and she noticed it moving.  She thought about Frank, and the way his cock and balls had moved when he was getting excited, and she wondered if she was having that effect on Steve.

"I've only run once before," she said, straining to speak above a whisper, her girlish voice quiet, almost shy.  "I'd just slow you down."

Steve reached down with a massive hand and helped Gwen to her feet.  "Let's take it slow and see how far we can go."  Gwen shivered, wondering if he was only talking about jogging.

They started slowly, just faster than a fast walk, and before she knew it they had reached the park where she had collapsed before.  She was tired, and her legs ached, but she wasn't ready to quit.

"Let's stop here to catch our breath."  Gwen sat on the grass and watched Steve sit down in front of her.  He was being kind, she thought as she panted, conscious of the sweat that soaked her tank.  He wasn't out of breath, and he hadn't even broken a sweat.

"Did you have fun last night?" Steve asked, and Gwen found herself blushing.  Sure, she thought.  I did a threesome for the first time, made out for real with a girl, and let her eat my pussy.  I fucked a stranger and he came inside me.

"No, it was pretty boring."

"You know, if you're really interested in getting in shape, I could help you out at the gym."  He was acting innocent, but Gwen didn't miss the appreciative and appraising way his eyes passed over her body.

"I'm afraid you'd just wear me out."  After a second Gwen put her fingers to her lips and she stifled a giggle.  "That's not what I meant."

Steve laughed and said, "You know, given any opportunity, I'd be happy to try."  After a few moments of silence, as they gazed into each other's eyes, Steve cleared his throat.

"What you said to me last night, well, it really got to me.  I don't know how long I'll be here, since I'll probably be transferred back to L.A. when my job is through.  I thought about how you said it would be unfair to string me along, to start a relationship that's doomed to failure, and how we'd both get hurt by that."

"I can't promise you a real relationship Gwen, but I can tell you that right now, and ever since I met you, I've wanted nothing more than to hold you and make love with you.  I have real feelings for you, but I can't make promises."

Gwen felt her heart crushed in her chest and she lost her smile.  Without noticing it, she'd begin to chew on the inside of her lower lip.  "I appreciate your honesty."  When he started to speak she waved him silent.

"I have feelings for you too, Steve.  I've wanted you too, to hold me, to make love to me, but I can't live with the feeling that you'd become that important to me and then go away."  Gwen saw the pain on his face, the sadness in his soft brown eyes.

"Come on, let's finish the run.  If you're a good boy I'll let you buy me lunch.  I'm starving!"

They stood up and brushed the detritus of the lawn from themselves, and set out to continue their run without speaking.  They ran together, side by side, and while her nearness to him, their newfound shared intimacy that had nothing to do with physicality, made her happy, the thought that she had hurt him burrowed painfully into Gwen's heart.

They reached one of the small clusters of local businesses and slowed to a walk just as Gwen felt a stitch begin to form in her side.  Gwen, out of breath, pointed at the colorfully painted picture window of one of the shops, and the two entered Sonny's.

Sonny's was a typical storefront diner.  Booths ran down one wall and sat beneath the front window, while the other wall was taken up by a long counter with stools for seating.  The ghosts of breakfasts past haunted the room, and Steve wondered if he would taste those meals if he licked the wall.

They sat in one of the booths, laughing when Gwen's bare thighs stuck fast to the vinyl seat.  Gwen felt affection fill her when Steve set aside the plastic covered single sheet that was the menu and declared he would order the "Lumberjack".  What a stupid thing to get all swoony about, she chided herself.

The waitress came and Gwen was about to send her away, when Steve interrupted her.  "I'll have the 'Lumberjack' with sunny side up, white toast, and tomato juice.  The lady will have the two-egg omelet, Swiss cheese, and what?"

Staring at him wide-eyed, Gwen said, "Orange juice."

"And orange juice," Steve finished.  "Do you have avocado?"  When the waitress looked at him like he had four heads, Steve waved her away.

"What do you think you're doing?" Gwen asked him, remaining calm though bristling.

"I ordered.  Don't get mad, Gwen.  I don't want to sit in here all day, and you had no idea what to order, so I took the initiative."  Steve watched her, and he saw her anger fade.

"Still," Gwen said, stuffing her menu into the holder on the wall, "it was rude."

"Would you like me to call her back?" Steve offered.  "You can still change the order."

Gwen stared hard into Steve's big, soft, brown eyes, and then looked downward. "No," she said quietly, "What you ordered sounds really good."  After a few moments of silence she added, "Thank you."

They chatted amiably as they ate, and Steve went over some ideas for workouts he would teach her when they started going to the gym together.  Gwen's mind wandered, imagining Steve standing over her, positioning her limbs on the different equipment, standing so close to her, touching her body.  Gwen, distracting herself from thoughts quickly growing erotic, started talking without thinking.

"I'm not good at relationships.  I never have been.  My first boyfriend was a guy that I liked as a friend, and he turned into a complete turd when we became boyfriend/girlfriend.  I didn't date anyone else for years until I met Herb, and we were together for almost three years."

"About a year ago I found out that Herb was not only using me for a place to sleep and a personal bank account, but was also nailing everything he could on the side.  It was a bad breakup, and I haven't seen anyone since."  Gwen set her hands flat on the table and took several deep breaths.  "That was a year ago and I'm just starting to feel ready to try again, but I'm not going to go looking to have my heart broken."

Steve sat up and back against the vinyl seat, his shoulders back and head held high.  Gwen shivered, seeing his transformation to a baby-faced Adonis.  Steve closed his eyes and he spoke quietly.

"I was a typical guy.  I screwed around and had fun, and I enjoyed myself a lot."  He paused and took a deep breath, shuddering when he let it out.  "About three years ago I met a girl at work, and I fell head over heels in love with her.  We had a whirlwind romance, and we got married after dating for six months.  God!  We were happy."

Steve's head fell forward and his shoulders bent, as though an enormous weight was rested on them.  "I don't want to talk about the details, I can't, but two years ago she died, and it was my fault.  I wasn't there for her when it counted and she died because of it."

Gwen reached across the table and took his big, rough hands in hers.  She squeezed his hands as the tears began to run down her cheeks.

"I haven't even thought about another woman since then, Gwen.  Not once, even when I knew it would have been a good thing."  He looked up and met her eyes, and after a moment he said, "And then I met you."

"Oh, Steve!" Gwen whispered, unable to think of a thing to say.  Affection for him swelled within her.  "I'm so sorry."

They sat in silence until the bill arrived, and Steve took it to the register and paid.  When he returned, Gwen stood up to leave and discovered that her legs were completely numb, and if Steve hadn't caught her she would have fallen to the floor.

Laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation, Gwen leaned into Steve's side and they left, walking around the block twice before Gwen felt confident enough to walk on her own.

"Why don't I go back in and have a Coke while you go get a car?"

"No, ma'am," Steve said, taking her hand and beginning to move faster, "you're going to run home with me."

"Bastard!" Gwen laughed, and she fell into a slow pace next to him and hoped he wouldn't let go of her hand.  It took them over an hour to reach their homes, and they held hands the entire way.

* * *

Gwen stumbled from her bedroom, freshly showered and still wrapped in her towel.  She limped tenderly to her sofa and lay down, beginning to flip through channels on the beaten up old TV.  She felt strangely good after the run, but she was physically wasted.  It was still mid-afternoon, and Gwen hoped she'd recover enough to make Steve a nice dinner.  A nice, home cooked dinner, and then?  Gwen smiled as her eyes drifted closed.  And then, indeed.

* * * * *

Gabrielle wore only a poofy jade crop top with cap sleeves and a short denim skirt with leather flip flops.  She was leaning back in her chair, her feet up on the table, and the giant headphones connected to the computer equipment in front of her.  She glanced over at the stairs and saw Steve standing there, watching her, wearing only a towel around his waist, another draped over his shoulders.

She felt a gush of feeling for him, as she always had, even before he'd met Amelia.  But the sight of him standing there, nearly naked and so vulnerable, sent a shiver of desire through her.  He came over to her and leaned down to look at the monitors, his hand carelessly resting on her thigh and sending pulsating electricity though her body.

Gabby put her hand on Steve's, and when he looked down at her she squeezed it and pressed it harder against her leg.  Gabby smiled softly then, and she asked, "Can you take over for a minute?"

Steve nodded, and Gabby stood, handing Steve the headphones.  He put them of and sat on the little chair, his attention on the monitors.

Now or never, Baby, Gabby thought, and she got to her knees next to the chair, on the cement floor of the basement.  She turned the swivel chair so that Steve faced her, and as he looked down at her quizzically, Gabby released the knot on his towel and it dropped from his lap.

Breathing deeply and slowly, Gabby ran her fingertips up through the thick hair on Steve's thighs, from his knees up to the dark nest of even thicker hair between his legs.  Her eyes were on his dick, resting comfortably on the throne of his full scrotum and reclining on his thigh.  Quickly, before she could lose her nerve, Gabby's head darted forward and she took the head of Steve's dick in her mouth and sucked softly on it, running her tongue around it lovingly.

"Gabby!" Steve thundered, and he stood up quickly, sending the chair spinning.  Grasping his hard ass with both hands, Gabrielle pushed up, taking more of Steve into her mouth and continuing to make love to him.  She felt his big hand on her hair and felt joy burst out from her heart, almost making her laugh with happiness, but then the hand pushed her, and Gabby found herself sprawled across the cement floor.

Steve stood over her, his cock long, thick, and standing out straight.  His face was deep purple, a mask of fury.  He snapped the headphones from his ears and threw them down on her belly, then turned and retrieved the fallen towel.  He stared down at her, his body shaking with fury, and growled, "How could you do that?" before stomping away, up the stairs.

Gabrielle put the headphones over her ears and sat down in front of her monitors.  After a moment, she crossed her arms on the table top and laid her face on them.  A single hard sob wracked her body, and then she began to cry uncontrollably.

* * * * *

It was dark when Gwen opened her eyes, finding herself naked on her sofa again.  Sitting up, she put her feet on the floor and whined at their discomfort.  The run came flooding back to her, and she got up and stumbled to her bedroom to look at the glowing alarm clock display.

Seeing it said "4:12", Gwen sighed and headed for the bathroom to begin her day.  "Well Gwen," she said aloud to herself, "no special dinner for Steve and no nookie for Gwen."

On her way home from work that afternoon, Gwen stopped at her doctor's office and plead "broken condom" to get her prescription for Plan B, and then spent a long wait at the pharmacy.  She wandered the aisles in boredom and grabbed a box of cake mix from the shelf on impulse.  It was after six when she arrived home.

She ran to the kitchen to begin preparations before showering and changing, and had a roast underway by seven thirty, when she called Steve's cell.

"Gwen?" she heard him answer, and she smiled in spite of herself.

"Hi Steve," she began, finding her finger at her lip.  "I wanted to see how your day was, and to ask if you wanted to come over for dinner."

She heard Steve laugh, and he said, "My day was pretty crummy until you called.  As for dinner-"  Gwen's doorbell rang, and she pulled the door open to see Steve, standing with his cell phone to his ear.  "I'd love to," he said, clicking his phone shut.

After devouring the roast, Gwen excused herself to the kitchen and returned with dessert.  She set the cake on the table and her heart sunk when she saw Steve's face.  He actually looked ill as he surveyed the cake's thick purple icing covered with shaved coconut.

"Oh Gwen," he said sadly, "thank you for being so thoughtful, but I'm allergic to coconut."

Brightly, Gwen said, "It's no problem."  She carried the cake into the kitchen and dumped it into the garbage, wiping at her tears.

After dinner they sat close and watched network sitcoms on the TV in her living room.  It was nearly eleven when Steve said he needed to get to bed, and Gwen showed him to the door.

"Are we still going running tomorrow night?" Gwen asked, shifting her weight nervously.

"Yeah," Steve answered, smiling at Gwen, "I'm really looking forward to it."

Gwen rose up on her toes, and Steve smiled and leaned to her.  They kissed, arms hanging at their sides, their lips sliding softly together.  At the touch of Steve's tongue, Gwen brought her arms up around his neck, and felt his big hands on her waist.  When the kiss ended, both were out of breath and flushed.  They mumbled goodbyes and Gwen shut the door.

* * * * *

Steve entered the basement and asked for a status update.  Gabrielle was precise and succinct as she reported that absolutely nothing useful had been gathered.  When he turned to leave, Gabrielle called out, "Steve!  Wait!"

Steve paused and turned before going up the stairs.  Gabrielle searched her mind for anything to say, and blurted, "How was your date?"  Steve considered his old friend for a long moment before smiling.

"It was nice," Steve said, and he related much of the evening.  Gabrielle was smiling again, nodding as she listened, and Steve felt his heart twist.

Finally he leaned back against the table and asked, "Gabby, how long have you been interested?"

Gabrielle turned her eyes from Steve and answered quietly.  "Steve, I met you and I absolutely hated you.  We worked together on two operations, and by the end of the second operation I knew that you were the man I wanted."

"Then Amelia joined the team, and I lost you.  I got over that.  I loved Amelia too, Steve.  We all loved Amelia."  Gabrielle's eyes filled with tears, and she saw Steve was fighting back his own emotions.

"After what happened, well, I didn't try to want you.  But we worked together a lot, and, shit Steve!  I can't help that I fell in love with you!"  Gabby wiped her eyes violently, and Steve put a big hand on her soft shoulder.

"And now we got this assignment, a cushy job where we get to spend all of our time together, alone, just the two of us, and what do you do?"  Gabrielle stared at him with an amazed expression.  "You find some little townie to fall for!  How fair is that?"

"You don't need me, Gabby," Steve tried to soothe her, "You can have any man you want.  Nobody can resist you."

The look in Gabby's eyes was venomous when she answered, "That's obviously not true."

Steve decided to leave well enough alone, and he patted his friend's shoulder before turning to leave.  He decided it wasn't the right time to chide her for the mess on the table, which was covered by the wrappers of the snack cakes she loved.  The snack cakes he brought her back anytime he went to the store.  Coconut covered snack cakes.

"Oh shit."

* * * * *

Gwen was in a foul mood when she got home from work on Tuesday, and she wasn't happy to forgo her shower.  She changed into her cute little red running shorts and put on the tight white cotton cami she'd bought just for the purpose.  Putting her ponytail out the back of her red baseball cap, she walked briskly to Steve's door and rang the bell.

Steve looked shocked when he opened the door, and Gwen smiled brightly, bouncing with excitement, and straining to see past him into his apartment.  "Aren't you going to ask me in?" Gwen asked brightly, pushing past him into the living room.




Gwen's Journey Ch. 04



"Sure," Steve said flatly, and he closed the door.  Steve crossed his arms and leaned back against the door, watching Gwen move around the barren apartment, and going into the kitchen.  He heard the refrigerator door open, and then close.  Gwen walked out of the kitchen and crossed her arms, staring down Steve, and asked, "Do you want to show me your bedroom?"

"You'll do anything to get out of running, huh?" Steve said, trying to stay light.  Apparently this infuriated her, because Gwen turned and hurried to the bedroom and looked around the spartan room.  She was holding the one framed photograph in the room when Steve entered.

Gwen held up the picture, showing a beautiful black woman with short hair and large expressive eyes, smiling out of the frame with a perfect smile and perfect teeth.  "Who's this?"

Steve was obviously peeved as he took the picture from her hands and set it gently on the night stand.  "That's Amelia," Steve said softly, "my wife."

Gwen deflated, feeling like a fool, but after Herb she wasn't taking any chances.  "Tell me who the Zingers were for."

"Are you really like this?  Are you really this jealous?"  Steve did not look amused.  He looked like her answer would change the direction of their relationship drastically.

"No," Gwen whispered, crestfallen.  "After Herb, I promised myself I wouldn't be cheated on again."

"We aren't dating!" Steve thundered, looking nearly crazed.

"But you were hiding something from me," Gwen said, feeling near tears.

Steve calmed himself and he crossed his arms.  "Gwen.  I work with a woman named Gabby, in the Information Processing department.  I need information from that department on a regular basis, and it can be a week before I get answers if I'm in the queue.  Gabby's boyfriend is a health food nut, and she can't have junk food.  She's addicted to the Zingers, and I keep a few on hand to bribe her for faster access to the information I need."

Gwen was pale and shaking when he finished, and she ran to him and hugged him tightly, apologizing profusely.  He ran his fingers through her hair and held her just as tightly, not giving a damn that his growing erection pressed hard against her belly.

"Let's go run," Steve said softly, and Gwen hurried from the room.  He watched her shapely ass and legs as she retreated down the hallway, and he felt like a complete piece of shit for lying to her.  Someday soon, Steve promised himself, the lies would end.

* * * * *

After their run Gwen was too embarrassed to invite Steve over.  They stood together on the sidewalk in front of her duplex and she caught her breath.  "Thanks for not writing me off," Gwen told Steve.  She really felt awful for assuming the worst.

"Not to worry," Steve said, watching a bead of sweat run down Gwen's neck and into her cleavage before disappearing beneath her top.  He turned to go home, but Gwen called to him and he looked back.

"Steve, what you said earlier?"  Gwen dug the toe of her sneaker into the lawn.  "When you said we weren't dating?  I'd like to change that."

Steve smiled, and then he turned and went home.

On Thursday Gwen was feeling horrible when she got home from work.  It felt like the flu, and she was upset when she read the box and found out it was a side effect of her Plan B, the "morning after" pill she took because of that asshole, Frank.  Still, the chance to be with Steve was a strong motivator, and she decided to "Cowgirl up" and changed into her running clothes.

Steve was waiting for her, stretching on the lawn in front of her house, when she went out.  He smiled at her as she approached, and Gwen stopped in front of him and waved.  Steve got to his feet.

"Are you ready to go?"

"Sure!" Gwen answered, far more energetically than she felt.  They began to run, a little faster than they had before, unless Gwen was imagining it.

When they finished the five mile round trip, Gwen didn't ask Steve inside, but simply waved for him to follow her as she went in herself.  Each drank a tall glass of water in the kitchen, and Gwen caught her breath.

"Steve, are you still interested in going out with me?" she asked, feeling emboldened but a little uncomfortable because of her immediate need for a shower.

"Of course I am," Steve answered, setting down his empty glass.  "Why?"

"No reason," Gwen said, wrapping her arms around his thick neck and pulling herself up to kiss him.  His response was immediate and passionate, and she felt his hands on her waist.  Gwen pulled herself up further and she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling her body tight against his.

Steve turned around, and Gwen found her bottom resting on the counter top.  Steve's hands seemed to be everywhere.  He ran his fingers through her wet hair, ran them over her back, stroked her sides, and even cupped her face, as their kissing grew more hungry, more insistent.

Lifting her, Steve carried Gwen from the kitchen and into the living room, where he set her on the sofa and laid next to and slightly on top of her.  Their kisses continued, growing still more passionate, and Gwen felt his fingertips brushing her belly, and she experienced an explosion of desire making her nipples tighten and her pussy wet.

His hand moved up her belly and cupped her breast, all of her fitting easily in his massive palm.  Gwen moaned and he began to softly knead her breast, her nipple rubbing very pleasurably against a callous on his hand.  She wasn't sure which came first, but her arms rose up above her head, and Steve lifted her cami off of her.

His mouth was on her chest then, kissing every inch of her glistening skin that was not covered by the gray sports bra.  His hand had slid lower then, and he was caressing her waist, and then holding her bottom, and finally kneading her ass as expertly as he had her breast.  The thought occurred to Gwen, that she'd raised her arms and he'd taken off her shirt, so what would she do to make him take off her shorts?

Apparently the answer was nothing, as his hand slipped beneath the waistband of her shorts to rest on the smooth curve of her ass, only a very thin layer of cotton between them now.  She scratched gently at the thick hair on his thighs and felt his hardness pressing against her.  Now it was her turn, she judged.

Gwen put her fingers into his waistband and reached beneath, wrapping her fingers around the hot hardness she found there.  Steve gasped, and even at the odd angle, Gwen began to stroke the length of him, impressed by his length and girth, but not fearful any longer.  His mouth returned to hers, and his kisses had grown exponentially more passionate, his tongue so active, his lips so insistent, that at times Gwen couldn't breathe.

"Slow down," Gwen moaned, even as her own touch on his cock became faster.  The purple head of his cock was peeking out from between her wrist and the waist of his shorts, and Gwen loved the way it looked so far, and she certainly loved the feel of him.

"Oh my God, no!" Steve gasped, and Gwen felt his cock buck in her grip before streamers of thick white cum erupted from him, leaving streaks down her arm and across her bare belly and chest and pooling on her belly and in her navel.

"I'm sorry!" Steve said, shocked at himself and turning bright red.  "Gwen, really, I'm so sorry.  I didn't mean to."  Steve carefully climbed from the sofa and hurried to the bathroom to find Gwen something to clean up with.  She took that brief moment to inhale deeply, absorbing the smell of his cum, and then scooped her fingers through the pool on her belly and sucked his jism from them.  Her personal perversion (as she thought of it) was completed and hidden by the time he returned with her towel.

He was still apologizing when Gwen sat up and finished wiping his cum from her body.  Gwen kissed him soundly, and stroked the side of his face, feeling the heat that rose from his skin.  "Steve, please.  Don't think about it.  Let me make you dinner tomorrow night, and you just bring a bottle of wine and a robe.  You can make it up to me all weekend, if you want."

It was Steve's turn to kiss Gwen then, and when he was done her head was spinning.  "I'll be here at seven," he said.  They were still a little uncomfortable, so Steve excused himself and with a long, passionate good night kiss, went home.

Gwen took a long, hot shower and as she dried herself she noticed the strong scent of Steve's cum on her towel.  Humming, she made herself a quick dinner and she ate it in the living room in front of the TV.  After cleaning the kitchen she hopped into bed and pulled open the drawer on her bed table.

The ache she felt was intense, but Steve was coming over the next night and was going to stay.  Ache be damned, she thought, she was going to wait for the real thing, and she closed the drawer.  When she reached to turn off her lamp she saw Green Eyes standing in his window, arms crossed and smiling at her.

"Too late," she said, and turned off her lamp, rolled over and went to sleep.

* * * * *

Gwen arrived home from work in a happy mood, looking forward to her date with Steve.  She performed her daily ritual of pulling off her clothes as she walked to the bathroom, and showering immediately.

She went into her bedroom and pulled out three outfits, laying them across her bed to better decide between them.  She immediately struck her blue dress from the mix, as it was too difficult to get out of easily.  She dropped her towel and put on her panties, fancy and white with delicate lace trim, and was fastening the hooks on the matching bra when she saw Green Eyes.

He was as handsome as ever, but wore nothing but tight gray sweatpants.  The sight of his hard-muscled body made Gwen feel tingly all over, and his smile broadened.  Gwen realized she had begun to rub her finger across her lips, and quickly pulled it away.

They stared across the divide between their homes for what seemed a long time, and then Green Eyes raised his hand to Gwen and his finger curled, beckoning her.  Gwen's breath left her, and she looked back at the clothes on her bed, and then at Green Eyes, who watched her intently.

Thirty seconds later, Gwen stood at her front door, buttoning her blue blouse.  She tucked it into her black skirt and rushed out of her apartment, jogging to Green Eye's front door.  She rang the doorbell and waited only a moment before the door opened.

She looked up into the wonderful green eyes that smiled down at her, and with a dreamy half-smile, Gwen said, "Hi," in her unaffected girlish voice, "I'm Gwen."

"Coam een," Green Eyes said, and he stepped aside.  His voice was deep and smooth, like silk.  He had an accent like Dracula, or maybe that bad teacher wizard in the Harry Potter movie, Gwen thought as she stepped inside.  "Please," he said, sounding so friendly, "Come in and take a seat.  I will bring you coffee, yes?"

Gwen nodded and Green Eyes left her to take a seat on his large leather couch.  He had white shag carpeting, and his couch and the two chairs in the room were leather, deep brown and rich looking.  His tables and shelves were all chrome framed with glass shelves and tops.  Plants hung in every corner of the room except for the one occupied by an enormous flat screen television.

The layout of the apartment was very much like Gwen's, and she could see his dining area, dominated by a large wooden dining room table and chairs, with a cupboard against the wall displaying an exotic looking china set.  The carpet in there was thick and white too.

Green Eyes returned carrying two steaming mugs and he set them on the table, only three feet from where Gwen could have reached.  "Do you take cream?  Sugar?" Green Eyes asked, and Gwen nodded.  He returned to the kitchen and Gwen used the opportunity to peel her legs from the leather and place herself on the edge of the seat, where she could reach better.

When he returned, he poured cream, not milk, into her cup and dropped in three cubes of sugar.  He stirred it briefly with a tiny silver spoon and handed Gwen the hot cup.  She smiled when she took it and she sipped it.  It was stronger than any coffee she'd ever tasted, strong and bitter and thick.  She swallowed the hot liquid and tightened her sphincter when her stomach lurched and she felt as though her insides turned to water.

"You like?" Green Eyes asked, smiling broadly.  When she nodded, he slapped the heel of his palm to his forehead and exclaimed, "Boze Moi!  My manners are terrible.  You are Gwen.  I am Sergei, Sergei Stetsenko, and I am very pleased to make your acquaintance."  He took her hand and put his lips to her knuckles, and Gwen felt her pussy tighten and ache.

"You speak English very well.  How long have you lived here?" Gwen asked, daring to take another sip of the coffee.  She was trying not to stare at the handsome, muscular man, but it wasn't easy.  She felt like a doll sitting near him.  One of his hands could easily encircle both of her wrists together, a thought that made her pussy ache all the more.

"Thank you," Sergei said.  "I enjoy your voice.  You look like a woman, but your voice is like a little girl's, No!  A young woman's, a very young woman's.  I'm sorry, I can't explain."  Gwen blushed and kept her eyes downcast, but she couldn't keep the smile from her lips.

"I moved to the United States only three years ago, after I retired from the Navy, yes?  I lived closer to the city at first, but it wasn't to my liking and so I moved to this wonderful little neighborhood.  And then I spent weeks looking at a palm tree until it was removed away, and with the tree gone I saw you," Sergei explained, leaning closer.  She could feel his presence, bigger and stronger even than he was physically.

"The abandon with which you touch yourself, the passion you display, you make me very impressed," Sergei said.  "You make me feel as though you are making a show for me," he said, "and I like the show very much."

"You are a unique woman, Gwen," Sergei said, placing his hand on her knee, "and I would like very much to spend some time with you."

"I have some-"  Gwen paused, finding herself in a completely untenable position.  "Somewhere I need to be tonight; an appointment," Gwen said, nervous and excited and wanting to take a moment to sort her thoughts out.

"Why?" Sergei said, nonplussed, "You can reschedule this, or cancel?"

Gwen stared at Sergei, losing herself in the bright green of his eyes.  She knew she was shaking and breathing deeply through her mouth.  She could feel her heart hammering in her chest and the clenching of her wet, wanting sex.  She watched Sergei stand and she took his hand when he offered it, and she followed him when he led her down the hall to his bedroom.

* * * * *

"Holy fuck!" Gabrielle hissed, changing channels on her receiver software and bringing up the gain.  "What the fuck are you doing, girl?"  Gabrielle's mind whirled, and she tried to decide which was the best option.  She could stay the course, observe and record; inform Steve and take a chance that he'd bust in there and blow everything by being a jealous male; or she could monitor things closely and see if anything of benefit happened.

Listening closely, Gabrielle tried to picture actions that would accompany the sounds she heard.  She hoped she had a dirty mind because the sounds didn't lend themselves to a simple game of checkers.  'Well,' she thought charitably, 'maybe they're just-'

A sound in the headphones made Gabrielle jump, and she pulled them off of her ears and looked around the room.  Putting her headphones back on, Gabrielle hoped Steve would just listen to her briefing summary and not insist on listening for himself.  A few minutes later another sound startled her, and Gabrielle sat back and closed her eyes, listening, and wishing she could trade lives with this Gwen girl, for just a couple of days.

* * * * *

Gwen stood very still while Sergei unbuttoned her blouse.  He pushed it off over her shoulders, and Gwen reached behind herself to unfasten her bra.  She dropped it to the floor without thought, watching him, and she couldn't stop herself from reaching out to caress his hard muscles.  Sergei reciprocated, running deft fingers over her breasts; feeling, not grabbing; touching, not grasping.  Gwen sighed, a little kittenish moan escaping her.

Sergei lifted her into his arms and Gwen felt her own arms encircle his shoulders, like she'd seen in movies.  She kicked off her sandals, and Sergei set her gently across his big, overly soft bed and descending on her, his lips pressing hard against hers.

Even as they kissed, Gwen moaned into his mouth when his hands moved over her body, touching every inch of her skin, stroking her thighs, her belly, even her arms.  She shuddered hard when she felt his fingertips scratching softly in her pubes, and then sought lower and found her, wet and open to him.  Big fingers stretched her inner labia apart and pulled upward to expose her throbbing clit.  Sergei's thumb stroked slowly over it, and Gwen squealed loudly, coming.

"You are like a babe," Sergei gasped between kisses as she writhed in orgasm beneath him.  "You have the body of a woman, but the voice and the passion of a much younger girl."  Gwen whined when two of his large fingers slipped inside her, and he pulled against her, stretching her slightly but putting pressure under her pubic bone while he pressed and rubbed her clit and labia.

White and purple stars exploded behind Gwen's eyes, and she thought his fingers grew within her before realizing her pussy had closed tightly on him.  She reached down desperately and grabbed his hand through her skirt and panties and pressed it to her harder, gasping for breath and kicking her legs.  The power of her orgasm overwhelmed her, but she found her voice gone and could only breathe hard.

"You are like my puppet," Sergei growled, "No, not puppet, but pet.  You are my toy to play with and you willingly give yourself to me.  This is good," he pronounced, and his fingers continued to bring her delights only imagined before.  "It is too bad you are not virgin," he said, pronouncing it "ware-jin", "because I would like to have taken you first so that you would weep after being with another man who could not please you the way I will."

Oh god, Gwen thought when she could, such arrogance!  She would laugh at him and put him in his place but good.  As soon as he said something that wasn't true.  She was his pet, and she not only knew it, but she was loving it.  She didn't know what they taught boys in Russia, or wherever, but she was going to move there.

Sergei rolled off of her and he slid her skirt and panties down to her thighs.  Gwen sat up excitedly and pulled them off.  Cuddling into him, kissing his chest, Gwen fumbled and struggled with his sweatpants.  Sergei laughed gently.  "You are eager to have me take you, yes?" Sergei said, but Gwen didn't answer, instead working even harder to free his cock.

Finally he relented, and Sergei pushed his pants and briefs down and kicked them off.  Gwen grabbed his rod and she began to stroke it, pausing to look down at the impressive girth.  Well, she thought, her mouth becoming dry, he is a big guy all over.  His shaft showed tiny purple veins through the thin skin, with large, fat ridges and the head...Gwen was confused.  She stroked down and there it was, but it was red and wet, and when she stroked up it disappeared...she realized with shock that he wasn't circumcised.

Sergei moaned with pleasure from her brief stroking, and he rolled atop her again, using his powerful thighs to spread her legs wide.  Here it comes, Gwen thought, trying to prepare herself, but when he pierced her she still let out a cry as she felt her sensitive flesh stretch around him, as he opened her more than she'd ever been before.




Gwen's Journey Ch. 04



She was very well lubricated on her own, and he was adding to it as he worked gently inside her.  He would stretch her with a half inch and then probe and work that inch inside her while she cried out her pleasure, and then he'd introduce another half inch and do the same.  By the time he'd reached a solid six inch stroke, Gwen was squealing and crying out, having another thundering orgasm.

She ran her fingers through the thick black hair on his chest, smearing the sweat there, and she looked up into his blazing eyes.  His face was calm but held a determined set, leaving little doubt that while he might be making her feel ecstasy, it was only an incidental side effect of him taking his own pleasure.

Gwen's pussy ached, not from want, though she did want, but from the repeated stretching and seemingly constant state of orgasm he'd kept her in.  She was normally a vocal lover, crying out her desires, instructing him like she'd heard Ronnie do, but Sergei had reduced her to crying and moaning like an animal, and a small hurt one at that.  She'd lost all sense of time, but it seemed to her that they'd been coupled for only a few minutes and for days, at the same time.

Sergei kissed her mouth deeply, leaving her moaning when their lips parted, and he gasped, "Are you strong, little one?  I'm going to take you more roughly, but I will try not to hurt you."  Beyond widening her eyes fearfully, Gwen didn't have time to respond before Sergei slid his cock deeply into her, and she felt his balls come to rest low on her ass.  Gwen couldn't breathe, and she felt so full that she feared he would come directly into her womb, though she rationally knew that was impossible.

"Ahhh," Sergei groaned, smiling broadly, "That is good, my pet.  Now we shall have fun."  And with that, Sergei began to fuck Gwen with long, powerful strokes that caused her to shout with each piercing thrust, her feet twisting on her ankles even as her legs rose up and clasped behind his hips.  He would pull himself almost completely out of her, and then slide his entire cock into her quickly, before pummeling her with short, rapid, stabbing thrusts that made her scream as his heavy balls bounced on her ass.

"Shit!" Gwen gasped, "Stop, please!"

Not stopping, Sergei let out a raspy whisper, "Why would I do this, Pet?"

"You need a condom," Gwen whined, feeling yet another orgasm cresting.

"No," Sergei said simply, "That is alright, but thank you for asking."

"Stop it!" Gwen shouted, her voice coming out in a high squeak, "I mean it!  I don't want-"

"Next time!" Sergei roared, and Gwen lost the argument as he sent her crashing, tumbling through an orgasm that took her senses.  She heard him as though he was far away, his liquid deep voice calling to her, "Da!  Yes!  This is good!" and she felt his large cock driving deeply into her, fueling her orgasm, building the impressive wave still higher even as it crashed onto her, over her.

Gwen had known when her lovers had come before, by a change in their breathing, the tensing of their bodies, even the sudden increase of her wetness without the accompanying excitement or orgasm, but she'd never actually felt a man come inside her.  Until then.  She felt Sergei's cum shooting inside her, filling her deeply, so deeply, even as her own orgasm sucked and grabbed at him, and she imagined her pussy grabbing every ounce of his thick jism and greedily hiding it all away within her womb.

And then the electric shock of the orgasmic lightning bolt struck her, sending her into convulsive shaking, everything at once ecstasy and agony, and then she knew only peace.

* * * * *

Gabrielle sat at her station, her headphones off.  She kept an eye on the sound levels indicators on the display so she would know if anything started up again.  She'd clipped the sound into a file and had created a separate file for the evidence directory.  Gabby really hoped she had misinterpreted something, but she hadn't.  She couldn't have.

Steve bounced down the stairs and stopped at the bottom.  He was dressed casually but nicely, and Gabrielle smiled and wished again that he'd take that kind of interest in her.  'Maybe he will now,' she thought darkly.

"Hey, what's going on?"  Steve had known Gabby long enough to recognize that something was wrong.

"You look nice, Steve," Gabrielle said softly, trying to smile.

"Is there something going on?  His face fell and he looked worried, "Something that's going to make me cancel my date?"

Gabrielle cleared her throat and spoke in a monotone, keeping her eyes on the floor.  "Subject spent the afternoon watching Russian television.  Shortly after sixteen hundred hours, the doorbell rang and Subject admitted one Gwendolyn Marie Salsbury, twenty-three.  Miss Salsbury is the next door neighbor of Subject.

"Subject and guest exchanged brief pleasantries before retiring to Subject's bedroom, where audio evidence strongly suggests repeated intimate sexual contact between Subject and Miss Salsbury between sixteen twenty-eight hours, and eighteen thirty-two hours.

"Current status suggests Subject and Miss Salsbury went to sleep at eighteen thirty-two hours, and have remained silent since then," Gabby looked at her watch and added, "twenty-one minutes ago."

She looked up at Steve then, and while his face and his overall demeanor didn't seem at all tense or even bothered by the news, Gabby saw a deep pain in his eyes.  "Steve?"

"I can't confront them," he said softly, "or even indicate that I know anything.  To do so would blow the operation."  He fell back and sat down hard on the stairs.  "Was there any sign of force, or coercion?"  Gabby shook her head, no.

"Steve, there's more."  Gabby brought the national database up on her screen and keyed up the file she'd pulled while listening to Sergei and Gwen.

Steve buried his face in his hands, and Gabby heard his muffled voice say, "Just tell me.  I don't want to see."

"Gwendolyn Marie Salsbury, graduate of West Hills High School and occasional student at Easton Community College, has been employed at Vistatech Manufacturing for three and a half years.  Prior to that she was briefly employed at Sutter Financial, as a junior secretary."

"Kevin James Salsbury, father of Subject, died in an automobile accident when Subject would have been three years of age.  Alcohol was involved.  Marie Joanne Salsbury, mother of Subject, died of a stroke while giving birth to Subject."

Steve stared at Gabrielle, not comprehending.

"Subject died in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit at St. Theresa's three days after being born.  Steve, she's not Gwen Salsbury.  She's using a false identity."

*-*-*-*-*

If there is any interest in seeing me continue this story, please let me know.  In fact, any feedback would be greatly appreciated.

Thanks!



Gwen's Journey Ch. 05



Gwen woke slowly, at first aware of the warm body beneath her, and then of the pain she felt. The pain in her poor little pussy was not funny in the least, but it was at least overpowered at the moment by her need to get to the bathroom. She needed to get to the bathroom pretty soon, at least as soon as she could tear herself away from being draped over the masculine and well muscled body of Sergei.

Gwen felt her smile and knew she'd be wearing it for some time, based on the deeply satisfied feeling she had. She felt like Scarlett O'Hara, just wanting to walk away humming lightly to go arrange some flowers. She sighed softly.

Finally unable to resist the call of nature, Gwen started to rise slowly, trying not to wake Sergei, her lover. That thought caused her smile to brighten, and she smoothly lifted her body from his. A soft cry accompanied her capture as Sergei grasped Gwen's wrists and he rolled over to pin her to the bed, his legs on her and holding her very still. His body was tense, and his grip on her enough to make her whine in pain.

"Where were you going?" Sergei said softly, his deep liquid voice filled with enough menace that Gwen froze with fear.

"I have to pee!" she answered quickly.

"I am sorry, my Pet," Sergei whispered, lessening his grip and releasing her. Gwen disentangled herself and climbed out of Sergei's bed, hurrying to the bathroom and taking care of her business. Absently, she remembered it was dark out, and she wondered what time it was.

It didn't matter, she thought suddenly. She had missed her date. Gwen set her elbows on her knees and put her face into her hands and wept. Ten minutes later she was still sniffling when she went quietly back into Sergei's bedroom and searched for her clothes.

"Come back to bed, Pet."

"I need to go home," Gwen whispered, and she pulled on her panties. "Do you know what time it is?"

"It is time for you to do what I tell you and come back into bed," Sergei said darkly. "You whetted my appetite and I will have need of your mouth soon."

Gwen had found her blouse, and she was just pulling up her skirt when she said, "I'm going home, Sergei. I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"No it is not okay!" Sergei roared, and Gwen jumped. She was completely dressed save for her blouse, and she stood in the darkness holding it in her hands, shaking fearfully. "You will come back into bed and you will remain here until I tell you to go." 

Gwen ran for the front door, bursting out into the coolness of the night. She scrambled to her own front door and inside her apartment, slamming the door and locking it. Then, her adrenaline pumping, Gwen ran into her bedroom and pulled the tiny curtains on the window.

Staring at the gauzy material, Gwen ripped the comforter from her bed and threw the edge of it up onto the curtain rod. She stepped away and looked at the comforter-covered window for a moment and then went out into her living room and curled up on her little sofa in the darkness.

Feeling very threatened and alone, Gwen remembered that she had left her phone in her jeans after work, and she ran to get it and returned to her seat before checking it. There were three missed calls, and she saw that the time was eleven forty-five.

Her first voice mail was at five thirty when Ronnie had called, wanting Gwen to go with her to the Grotto. The second was at seven, and it was Steve.

"Hi Gwen," Steve's voice on her voice mail said, "It's Steve. I'm sorry I can't make it tonight. Really sorry. Something really bad popped up here at work, and I'll probably be here all night. Give me a call and let me know you're safe."

Gwen clicked her phone closed and curled up in the corner of her sofa and cried again. All of her life it had always been someone else who had screwed up her life. Now she had jumped into the spotlight and done it all by herself.

She had been trying to get both Green Eyes, sorry, Sergei and Steve, and she'd had sex with Ronnie and Frank. Then, she'd pretty much promised herself to Steve, and she'd slept with Sergei. Never mind that Sergei was apparently a psycho, she had fucked up.

Remembering she had another message, Gwen called in for it. It had come in at eleven fifteen, only an hour earlier. It was Steve again.

"Hi Gwen, I'm a little worried about you. Please call me, okay? I'm not stalking you."

Gwen dialed Steve's number and waited for three rings before he answered, sounding like he'd been sleeping. "Hi Steve," she said softly, fighting back a sob, "It's Gwen."

"Gwen! Hey, I'm so sorry I missed our date. I stopped by your house when I got home, but you weren't there."

"Oh Steve," Gwen said, her tiny voice cracking, "I'm so sorry! I need you, please."

"Are you at home?" Steve asked, sounding very concerned.

"Y-yes," Gwen answered, losing control and bursting into tears. He spoke soothingly to her, tying to calm her. He was still talking when she heard the knock on her door and screamed.

"Gwen!" Steve said loudly over the phone, "It's me! It's Steve. Open the door, Honey."

Gwen jumped up and struggled with the locks, still holding her cell phone to her ear. Once unlocked, the door burst inward and Steve came in quickly, his phone still to his ear, and he looked around the darkened apartment. Relaxing, he flipped his phone closed and closed the door, locking it securely.

"Thank you for coming ov-" Gwen took her phone from her ear and looked at the display. She closed it and it dropped to the floor. "Thank you for coming over," she said, and then rushed to him and crushed his middle with a hug, beginning to cry again.

"What happened, Gwen?" he asked, running his hand over her hair. He tried to relax, but the smell of her made his stomach hurt.

"I did something bad, Steve. I did something really stupid and I'm going to lose you."

Steve lead Gwen to one of her dining room chairs and sat her there, turning on the light. He walked around in front of her and stood upright, shoulders back, and he crossed his arms.

Gwen blinked through the tears and looked up at Steve, seeing he wore only white boxer shorts. Without his shirt, and with his shoulders back and standing up straight, he looked almost like a different person. She shuddered and became afraid.

"Tell me everything, Gwen. If this is going to work out, I need to know everything."

"Before I met you I was flirting with my next door neighbor, and I didn't even know his name or anything. I did stupid things, Steve. I was lonely, and he was so handsome and unattainable. I put on a couple of...shows for him. Sexy shows he could see from his bedroom window.

"I thought maybe we'd meet and he'd be wonderful and sweep me off of my feet. But then I met you, and I tried to blow you off, remember? I told you I needed to make some decisions, figure things out, remember? But you were so incredible, and I started to care for you, and I almost completely forgot all about my neighbor."

Steve didn't move and his expression didn't change. Gwen swallowed, wishing she had a drink, but something about the way he stood made her afraid to get anything, or to ask.

"Last weekend I did my friend Ronnie (you remember Ronnie? The blonde girl?), well Ronnie asked me for a favor, and I watched her screw her boyfriend, and Ronnie and I kind of...we had sex."

That did it. Even though it was only a raised eyebrow, something about Steve changed.

"While I was sleeping, her boyfriend touched me and before I knew what was going on I was getting fucked. It had been so long, Steve, and I was sleeping, but I should have said no but I didn't.

"Then this week we got so close, and I didn't want anything more than to be with you. I was getting dressed today for our date, and my neighbor was there in the window, and he waved for me to go over. I was still all intrigued by him, so I went, and he...seduced me.

"I should have said no, should have resisted, but I didn't. Then I woke up and I needed t get out of there, and he scared me and he's not a nice guy."

"No shit," Steve said, shaking his head.

"Oh Steve, please don't hate me. I'm afraid, and I'm alone, and I did this to myself. I fucked up. I promise I won't do it again, Steve. I promise."

"No more lies?" Steve asked, and Gwen sat up straight.

"When have I ever lied to you?" she asked, suddenly defensive.

"Who are you, 'Gwen'?"

Steve was taken aback. He'd gotten to know Gwen, her idiosyncrasies, but he hadn't seen her like this before. She leaned forward slightly in the chair, her upper lip pulling into a sneer.

"What, Steve, you a Fed?" she asked, even her accent slightly different, an edge to her girlish voice.

When Steve nodded, Gwen's head fell forward, her eyes closed. "Go away, Steve. Just let me disappear again and you can go on with your life."

"Goddammit Gwen!" Steve shouted at her, and he dropped to one knee in front of her and grasped her shoulders roughly. "What the fuck is your story? What is the mystery with you?"

Looking up into his eyes through her auburn bangs, Gwen's hazel eyes burned. "What's it to you? Am I fucking up an investigation? If you're investigating me then you're wasting your time."

"I should slap the shit out of you!" Steve growled, his face red and twisted.

"Go ahead, motherfucker. You wouldn't be the first."

"Gwen," Steve said, more softly.

"Leave me alone, Steve. If I broke your heart, I'm sorry. Really. I'm good at that, because I even managed to break my own heart." Gwen started to cry, and she squinted her eyes tightly shut and hissed, "Shit!"

Steve had seen this before. He had taken courses about it. Sometimes an agent would go deep undercover and lose themselves in th assumed identity. This was the first time he'd ever heard of a bad person becoming an innocent angel, but it could happen, he supposed.

"Tell me the truth, Gwen. Please." He stroked the side of her face, and she pressed her cheek against his hand. "I want to know you."

"No more interrogation?" she asked quietly, glancing up and the chandelier.

"Anywhere, anyhow you want," Steve answered, running his thumb across her tear streaked cheek while he cupped her face in his hand.

"I need a shower first," Gwen said, and she got up and walked to her bathroom, her hips swaying a bit more than he was used to, but as he blew out a breath he decided he didn't mind that part too much.

* * * * *

Gabrielle rubbed her eyes. It had been one hell of a day, and she hoped she'd be able to get to sleep soon. She'd spent a lot of time covering for Steve on this one, and it was really starting to cut into her beauty sleep. When she'd mentioned that to Steve the week before, he'd said she was one woman who could afford to lose some, and suckered her into covering him again.

The computer blipped and she put her headphones on and listened to Stetsenko making a phone call on his encrypted sat phone. Gabby sat up straight at the mention of AK's, knowing they were talking about automatic assault weapons, and she paid close attention, picking up something about a truck that would deliver the parts for the weapons to a warehouse in San Diego after coming from Ensenada, Mexico.

The call ended, and Gabby dialed Steve's number, honestly not caring at all that she might be interrupting time with Gwen, or whatever her name really was. When he answered, Gabby told Steve about everything she'd heard and confirmed she had recorded everything.

"Hopefully the mikes are good enough that we can pull more detail from the speaker on the sat phone," Steve said, sounding pleased. "You did great, Gabby. I'll be home soon and you can get some sleep."

She hung up and leaned back in her chair, putting her feet up on the desk. 'Damn,' she thought, rubbing a hand on her smooth, taut belly, 'I could really go for a Zinger.'

* * * * *

Gwen walked back into the dimly lit living room wearing only a towel, her shoulders sagging, just as Steve closed his phone. She looked completely beaten, as though she'd resigned herself to defeat.

Gwen sat in the corner of her sofa, her knees pulled up the her chest, her ankles right up against her bottom, and she hugged her legs tightly. Her chin rested on her knees, and Steve wondered if she was being totally comfortable around him, or attempting to manipulate him by making him try to see between her ankles. He wasn't going to do that, he resolved.

Besides, the lighting was terrible, and he'd get caught right away.

"Was that your boss?" Gwen said quietly, her voice back to "normal".

"No," Steve said, "That was Gabby. We've had a break on the case we're working on and I'm going to need to leave soon." He saw her lips draw up at that, and unless she was the best actress in the world, he was pretty sure that she was terrified of his leaving.

"The Zinger girl," Gwen said. "She's real. Good."

"Yeah," Steve said, sitting down in a chair across from Gwen and trying to stop thinking about Sharon Stone in "Fatal Instinct". "Alright, Gwen, let's have it."

She smiled and said, "My you're direct. Where do you want it?"

"Stop that," Steve said. "Drop the act. You can play all you want, but you've been Gwen Salsbury for several years now, and I know Gwen. You are Gwen. Maybe it's not your original name, but that girl I've been spending time with is the real you. The girl who had some guy slip it to her. The girl who's hiding from her psychotic next-door neighbor. You are that girl, Gwen.

"If you weren't, if that wasn't the real you, you would have reacted to those situations differently. I don't know why you're hiding behind Gwen, but I think you always wanted to be like her. I think you were always her, and that before she existed you only pretended to be hard, meaner, whatever, just to survive."

"I'm cured! Thank you, Steve!" Gwen said, her eyes bright. She rolled her eyes exaggeratedly and sighed. "You're just another guy who wants to slip it to me for a while and ride off into the sunset."

Steve nodded slowly. "Maybe," he said, "But you'll have to ask Gwen what she thinks. She knows the truth, I think."

"Fuck you," Gwen said softly. "I'm not nuts. I'm not two different people."

"That what I said," Steve said, not smiling. "If I fell in love with Gwen, then I'd still be in love with her if she had a different name."

"But not if she had a different history. Not if she wasn't so sweet and pure."

"Tell me the true story, Gwen."

* * * * *

Gwen had been born Margaret "Maggie" Coltrane. Her father, Nathan, had been a grifter and occasional burglar, her mother a slut, who had run off with a biker when Maggie was three.

Maggie lived in a series of motel rooms and sometimes an apartment for a month or two. She'd spent more than a few nights at sleep-overs, her father's euphemism for sleeping in the room or even the bed of other children while her father slept with their mothers.

It was a fact that one of the happiest times in Maggie's young life was a three month period when her father had been in jail, and she'd lived with a woman who thought she was his girlfriend, and her two young daughters.

Maggie loved the woman like she was her real mother, and the girls like real sisters, and when her father had gotten loose he had even moved in too. But Nate was Nate, and in less than a week he'd either stolen from or cheated on the woman, and they were back out on the streets.

Maggie knew her way around the joints, flea traps, pool halls, and bars in the worst parts of town. They had been her playground. She was well known as the sweet, pretty little girl of that asshole Nate.

Once, a thug had been sent to their motel room to put a hurt on Nate for some reason or another, and he'd put Maggie, who was twelve at the time, in the bathroom and told her not to come out.

He'd proceeded to beat the living shit out of Nate, and then he went into the bathroom and explained to her that Nate had done some bad things and needed to be punished. The man said that he was the one who had to punish Nate, but he wasn't really a bad man and Maggie shouldn't be afraid. And then he'd given her a stuffed animal and tousled her hair before leaving her, unharmed.

At fifteen, Maggie became more interesting to her father's friends and associates, but if she had to give Nate credit for anything, it was that he never let anyone hurt his little girl. She knew that she could very easily have been used to pay off a debt, but Nate wouldn't even consider it.

She was seventeen when Nate got popped for possession and assault. He went down hard and fast for it, getting a fifteen year sentence. Not knowing what else to do, and her only offers of assistance being tied to working a street corner, Maggie had come up with a plan.

First, she'd located a man through one of Nate's old contacts. His specialty was creating new identities, which was something Maggie felt she needed very badly. He told her, over the telephone from Boston, that he could provide her with a complete identity with everything she'd need to disappear forever, but it would cost her $50,000.

For two weeks she practiced different ways of disguising herself, from different clothes to changes in hairstyle, and even something as simple as walking differently. She found that with practice she could effectively disappear just by changing her blouse, shoes, and attitude.

When she had everything that she needed except for her new identity, Maggie broke into the home of Kenny Esposito, a local drug facilitator, and stole $75,000 in cash. She'd had to crack his head pretty good with a marble carving of an Oriental dragon, but he'd lived, and she'd disappeared.

She'd wired the money to Boston and waited impatiently for five days for the general delivery at a downtown Post Office. She heard the Esposito had survived, but he was going to tear the town apart to find the girl who had cracked his skull and blinded him in one eye.

Big padded envelope in hand, Maggie sat down on a park bench in an affluent area's playground. She opened it and pulled out a Driver's license, birth certificate, and school immunization record. Inside the envelope she saw pages and pages of documents, little cards, and even a few doctored photos.

On that day, with an envelope of identity and $22,000 in cash, Maggie Coltrane "died", and Gwen Salsbury was born.

* * * * *

"Everything I've ever told you about me was true, Steve."

"Do you want me to call you Maggie?" he asked. She hadn't moved at all in the hours that she told him her story. Her eyes were haunted and she looked like she'd just suffered a horrible accident. The thing that really bothered Steve was that he still only wanted to go over and hold her close, even after what she'd done.

"Who?" Gwen said, looking blankly at him. "If I'd been born with it, I'd probably hate it, but I love Gwendolyn, don't you?"

"Yeah," Steve said, standing up, "I think I might."

"I have to go, Gwen," Steve said. "I have responsibilities, and I'm not going to let people down because I'm personally involved in something I shouldn't be."

"Please," Gwen said, tears threatening to overflow her eyes, "I need you. I really am frightened."

"If anything was going to happen tonight, it would have already. Besides," Steve said as he unlocked the door, "if anything did go down, I'm not packing." To their credit, while they exchanged knowing glances, neither commented or laughed.

"The 'us' thing?" Steve added before closing the door, "It's on hold. We're back to square one, Gwen."

Once he had gone, Gwen jumped up and locked the door before returning to her spot on the sofa. She hugged a pillow to her chest and sat very quietly, listening to the noises in the night.

* * * * *

Steve walked quietly down the stairs to the observation post. He saw Gabrielle leaning back in her chair, her feet up on the table. She appeared to be sleeping, but Steve knew that if he made the slightest noise she would be awake instantly.




Gwen's Journey Ch. 05



Her long, dark brown hair was gathered on top of her head, held improbably by a pencil pushed through it. Steve watched her lips, smooth and soft, full and plump, and he remembered with sudden clarity how they had looked when stretched around his cock. Unbidden, he felt a powerful stirring in his shorts.

Steve watched the prominent swell of Gabby's breasts rose and fell as she breathed softly, and his eyes moved to her long, incredibly gorgeous legs. She was beautiful, no doubt. Nobody would ever claim otherwise.

He wondered, not for the first time, how such an amazingly beautiful woman had escaped becoming a model or actress and had decided instead to go into law enforcement. He tried to imagine what would drive her into a field where she was frequently hidden away, and dealt with such dangerous people.

This fabulous creature had thrown herself at him. She had forcefully taken his cock into her mouth in an effort to please him. She was smart, funny, well read, and socially informed, and yet she had pursued him for a relationship.

"If you keep staring at me like that, I'm going to jump on you again," Gabrielle said softly. She opened her almond-shaped, sky blue eyes and looked back over her shoulder at him.

"Gabrielle," Steve said, sitting down on the stairs, "with the day I've had, I don't think I'd try to stop you."

"I'm not going for the rebound."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way." Steve let out a forlorn sigh. "I think I'm in love with her, Gabby. I even think she's telling me the truth about everything now, but what kind of FBI agent gets involved romantically with an admitted felon who's on the run, hiding from drug dealers?"

Gabrielle got up and went over to Steve, sitting on the stair next to him. She put her arm over his shoulders and squeezed herself to him. "An ex-FBI agent," she said, and after pausing continued, "who follows his heart."

"Thanks for keeping the store for me," Steve said. "My personal life has made your life hell on this one, and I'm sorry."

"I'd do anything for you, Steve," Gabrielle said, and she laid her head down on his shoulder. They'd never really enjoyed a close proximity like this, and Gabrielle was soaking up the contact with him.

"What's the subject up to?" Steve asked.

"Sleeping. He was pretty pissed off at your girl for running out on him."

"Oh!," she said, sitting up straight. "I forgot to tell you. I boosted the signal and was able to get most of the conversation from the other end of the sat phone connection."

"That's great!" Steve said with a smile, "Great work. What did you get?"

"Only the address of the warehouse and the time of delivery of those AK parts," Gabby said with a tinge of pride.

Steve leaned over and pressed his lips to Gabrielle's and he felt her body melt against him. He kissed her softly, and after only a few moments of enjoying the sensation herself, she began to return it. As they kissed, Steve reached up and pulled the pencil from Gabrielle's hair, causing her silken locks to cascade loosely down her back.

"The recorders are running?" Steve asked between kisses.

When he moved his lips to her neck, Gabrielle moaned, "Yes, all systems are go."

"Come upstairs with me, Gabby."

"You'll regret it-"

"I need you tonight," Steve said, and his hands closed around her firm breasts. Gabrielle responded with a deep moan, and she kissed him again. They stood up and Gabrielle took Steve's hand. He lead her up the stairs and to the bedroom.

Standing together next to the double bed, Steve took Gabrielle into his arms and they kissed, deeply and passionately. Shivering with need for him, Gabrielle ran her hands over his hard chest, her fingers tangling in the soft brown hairs that covered him. While she felt his big hands on her back, Gabby ran her fingers lower, over his ribs and to his hard stomach.

Steve pulled Gabby closer and she wrapped her arms around his waist, his erection pressing against her lower belly through the straining fabric of his boxers. They kissed, their passion growing by the instant, and Gabby tore at her tank top, pulling it off quickly. Steve fumbled with the back of her bra, and Gabrielle unclasped the front closure.

She shrugged off the delicate white bra, her breasts firm and strangely inviting, her light brown nipples drawn up and hard. Steve's hands closed on them, and Gabby closed her eyes and sighed quietly. Steve felt her softness, ran his thumbs around and over the hardness of her nipples, and realized his mouth was hanging open. They held him in hypnotic wonder with their perfection.

Letting Steve lose himself in her breasts, Gabrielle unfastened her shorts and slid them down her hips to drop to her ankles. She stepped out of her shoes and was soon left in only white footsie socks and her cotton bikini briefs.

Eyes filled with wonder and never leaving her breasts, Steve lifted Gabby by her waist and laid her on the bed. He climbed onto the bed next to her, and his mouth closed on her breast, sucking it inside and rubbing across her with the rough flat of his tongue, making her gasp with pleasure. Gabby's hands combed through Steve's hair, and she leaned her head back and closed her eyes, enjoying the sensations.

Steve's mouth moved from one breast to the other while his hands moved over Gabrielle's body, feeling every inch of her soft skin and finally coming to rest with his palm on the mound of her sex. He could feel the heat there and knew that she really wanted him. His cock throbbed, and Steve put his hand into her panties, past her clipped and kept bush, to rest in the open, wet folds of her.

Gabrielle moaned as Steve's hand pressed to her clit, two if his large fingers pushing into her wet hole. She bit the side of her hand and stifled a whine as she came, her entire body electric, tuned to Steve's every touch. It seemed that every time his big fingers pushed into her, her body would react violently, lightning flashes of pleasure making her jump and whine.

"I like that," Steve whispered, apparently completely clueless to the ecstasy he was giving her. Her vaginal muscles and floor sought to crush his fingers into submission as waves and contractions tore at Gabrielle, and Steve thought she was doing it on purpose, to please him, never suspecting she was helpless thrall to her orgasm.

Steve pulled his hand from her and the lightning stopped, allowing Gabby to fall motionless and try to catch her breath while her body buzzed and thrummed with erotic power. She saw Steve pull his boxers off, and Gabrielle slipped off her panties and opened her legs, inviting him to take her and praying with her whole being that he would.

Faster than she'd anticipated, Steve was there, between her legs, and she felt his rock-hard cock press against her, nearly coming again at the mere thought of finally having her idealized lover. He was inside her then, sliding easily into her well lubricated tunnel despite the fact that Gabrielle was reduced to whining as he stretched her around him. She involuntarily clamped on him and another orgasm began.

She wasn't able to hide it away this time, and she shouted with joy and Steve moaned, his cock being milked and massaged inside her. She was so wet that she at times slurped his cock as he pulled it from her. She felt so good, Steve realized that she was the best pussy he'd ever had. Even his beloved Amelia, for whom he would have forsaken all others, couldn't match the pure, visceral pleasures that Gabrielle brought him.

They were only just beginning the first sex of their lives, and Steve pushed into her roughly and thought about how happy he'd be to be with her for the rest of his life. The sensations he felt when he thrust inside her blew all other thoughts and cares from his mind. The world became Gabrielle, and his kingdom was the tight wetness of her pussy. Nothing else mattered.

Gabrielle, for her part, relaxed and surrendered to Steve's hard, rough, thrusting inside her, letting nature guide her and please him. Heaven willing, she would have many chances in the future to show him the things she had learned. On and on he pounded, as Gabrielle tore at her hair and cried out passionately, multi-orgasmic and quickly growing exhausted.

Steve slowed, gazing down affectionately at Gabby, noticing her red face and wild hair. She actually looked like she'd just gone through an extreme workout and Steve was shocked. Realizing how hard he had been pushing her, Steve slowly pulled his cock from her, listening to her whine as he did.

Kissing Gabby tenderly, Steve ran his hand down her hot, damp side, over her hip, and over her to grasp and hold her firm, soft bottom. Her kisses were still passionate, no doubt, but certainly more tired.

"Relax, Gabby," Steve whispered between kisses. "Let's take our time, Baby."

At the word "Baby", Gabby felt energized and began to kiss Steve's chest, kissing a trail down his belly. Like a tamed bear, Steve rolled flat onto his back and moaned when Gabby's delicate fingers wrapped around his slick staff. Placing tender kisses up and down the steely hard member, Gabby's heart soared that she tasted herself and her cum so strongly on him.

Gabrielle took the fat head of Steve's cock between her lips and used her tongue to massage it, running it back in her mouth and rubbing it against her cheek. Her tongue pressed to the shaft, and after a brief pause to press him against her pallet, Steve's cock pushed out against her other cheek, her tongue moving on the other side of his cock. Gabrielle realized she was memorizing his every detail.

One hand firmly stroked the length of him between her lips and his body, her other hand scratching softly at the light hairs on his lower belly. Gabrielle had the sinking impression that this was her one time with Steve. Either he would be so overwhelmed by her lovemaking that he'd fall in love with her too, or they would realize it was all a big mistake and she'd never be allowed to touch him again.

"Jeez, Gabrielle," Steve said, breathless, "you're freakin' incredible!" His balls ached to come, but he resisted. Her every touch was soft, wet heaven, and Steve broke out in a sweat.

Gabrielle pulled her lips away from Steve's gleaming rod and she smiled at him sweetly, holding eye contact when she leaned forward and sucked his balls into her mouth and savored them. She closed her eyes and put her attention to using her tongue on each of his fat, aching balls, not seeing Steve's head collapse back against the pillow.

Gabby fought the urge to take him further, to take his thick, creamy cum in her mouth and savor it. No, she decided, she had a much better use for that precious stuff. Kissing his cock's head deeply in her mouth once more, Gabrielle turned and placed a kiss on Steve's forehead, tasting the salty sweat there. Without another word or any warning, Gabrielle threw her long leg over Steve's waist and moved into position.

Steve lay on his back, with Gabrielle straddling his hips, facing away from him. His big hands nearly encircled her tiny waist, thrilling Gabby with his firm strength. She reached down and grasped his slippery cock as she guided herself down onto him, taking him inside her with a soft moan.

She leaned forward, putting her hands firmly on his hairy, muscular thighs, and she humped her hips, moving him inside her, tears slipping unseen down her cheeks. Her heart burst with joy in time with the waves of pleasure his cock unlocked in her, paradoxically hurting her.

"Mmmm, Gabby," Steve moaned, "you feel so good!" He couldn't imagine having spent years with this incredible woman, only now touching her, making love to her. She had always been there for him, ripe for the taking, and he'd been blind.

"Steve!" Gabrielle cried out, feeling his urgent, uncontrolled thrusting up into her as she rode him. She grunted and moaned passionately as she rode him harder, feeling him getting closer to losing control of himself. Closer to coming.

"Oh god, Gabrielle!" Steve moaned, his big hands slipping from her waist to her hips and crushing her in their powerful grip, holding her steady against his frenetic, bouncing thrusts inside her. "I'm coming, Baby! I'm gonna come!"

"Yes, Darling!" Gabrielle screamed, twisting her hips and feeling her own vaginal floor beginning to contract on him, beginning to come. She whined and moaned her joyous release, her happiest moment yet in her life.

Steve shouted a name as his body exploded with sensation, a full body orgasm shaking him, rocking him to his core. His powerful arms forced Gabrielle down onto his cock with force, even as his cum shot inside her in great gouts. His breathing raspy, Steve writhed under Gabrielle, his muscles feeling torn and his heart pounding frighteningly.

Gabby lay back, panting, her head on Steve's shoulder, her back on him. His sensitive, pulsating cock still lay deep inside Gabrielle, and she reached a hand down and pressed gently on its base to keep it from slipping out too soon. Before even a full minute had passed, however, Steve's slick, shrunken member slipped from her, and Gabby began to shake.

Rolling onto his side, Steve spooned his body around Gabby's and he held her as she shook. The physical reactions of women after orgasm always fascinated him, and he'd never imagined Gabby as one to cry about anything, let alone a really good come. Not that she was crying, he thought, and then again, he wasn't even certain he'd brought her to an orgasm.

Dawn colored the windows of the barren little bedroom while Steve watched, feeling contented. Feeling Gabrielle sleeping soundly in his arms, Steve carefully got up and after tucking his lovely coworker in, he left her, going down to the monitoring station. He put the headphones on and ran a quick scan to make sure that there hadn't been any activity while the monitors were unattended. Finding that all was still silent, Steve sat back in the chair. He had a lot to think about.

-----

When Steve had gone, Gabrielle opened her eyes and saw the dawn's light in the window. Staying still and silent, she waited for a while to make certain she was truly alone, and then began to weep. Her sobs wracked her body and then slowly ebbed. 'You bastard,' Gabby thought, 'if only you'd called out Amelia's name I'd have been fine.' Though he hadn't realized it, at the moment of climax, Steve had called out for Gwen.

*-*-*-*-*

Other than the few public comments, I haven't heard too much about the story so far, so I'll have to assume that you like the direction it is taking. I am influenced by the feedback, and have already altered the tale fundamentally because of it. Please let me know what you think of things so far.

Thanks for reading!



Gwen's Journey Ch. 06



*** Warning *** Some bad things happen and some graphic violence occurs. If you do not care to read this, either stop now, or when you see violence occurring or imminent, simply skip down to the next "story break" (* * * * *). Thank you.

Gwen woke up slowly, blinking as she looked around her living room. Seriously, she thought, what is it about this damn sofa? Rising shakily, she went into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of orange juice before checking the time on her cell phone. It was just after Noon. Feeling like hell, and as though someone had squirted a bottle of Elmer's glue into her pussy, Gwen ran a hot bath.

She soaked and cried and soaked some more, trying to focus on what she could possibly do now to fix her shattered life. It's all sex's fault, she thought; when I was a dried up sack of shit, nothing bad happened.

Well, she decided, at least she was over Sergei. Of course, he was a psychopath, according to Steve, and now he probably either wanted to kill her or keep her as a sex slave, but at least her path to Steve was clear. She slapped her palm to her forehead and said, "Oh yeah! Screwed that up too! Slept with the crazy Russian dude and confessed it, and everything else in my screwed up little life, to a Fed!" Talk about sleeping with the enemy!

Gwen slipped deeper into the tub. If only she'd really slept with the enemy, but she couldn't even do that right. Out of all of this, Gwen thought, the only guy she should have slept with was the only guy she hadn't. "Great," she said aloud, "now I'm a slut."

Well, as Steve would probably agree, when things are bothering you, sometimes it's just good to run. Gwen thought about how she could best accomplish that feat. She didn't exactly have another $50,000 lying around. Gwen's stomach lurched and she sat up slowly from the water. She didn't have fifty grand, but she knew who did.

* * * * *

Steve jerked awake, having nodded off at the monitors again. Setting the device on automatic, he crept upstairs and looked in on Gabrielle, who was spread out over the bed, face up and completely naked. She always slept like that, but Steve had never known her to sleep naked. But then, he thought with an amorous internal chuckle, he'd never fucked her brains out before.

Calming at the thought, Steve moved closer and really looked at his coworker. She was beautiful, amazingly so. And she had professed to love him, and to have been in love with him even before he'd met his beloved Amelia. She'd intimated that her heart had been broken when he'd fallen for Amelia, but she'd been such a good actress that she'd been Maid of Honor at the wedding.

Did he love her? Yes, but not in a marrying way, he was pretty sure. He held her with the affection of the best of friends, but there was no romantic notion, or not much, really. She was one of the guys and, Steve thought as he gazed down on her, because she'd been a woman and close to him, available, he'd done something horrible. Steve went to the kitchen.

He stood, leaning against the counter for several minutes, his mind reeling. Steve was at a complete loss. He'd lost his wife to a hail of gunfire, his prospective-no, Steve admitted to himself. He'd fallen in love with Gwen, or Maggie, or whomever, and she'd gone with a known international felon instead of him. And now he'd screwed up his relationship with his partner, sacrificed to his own selfish needs.

"Hey," Gabrielle said, startling him. Steve looked into her sleepy eyes, her expression unreadable, and felt his stomach burn. She wore a robe, and she stopped a few steps inside the kitchen, looking pointedly at Steve's crotch. "I hope you don't think it's going to be acceptable to run around naked when we're working together."

"Gabby," Steve began, "I'm so sorry-"

"Shut up, Steve," Gabby said, searching the cupboards. "I'm a grown-up girl and I knew what was going on. I used you as much as you used me, and as long as it doesn't happen again, just forget it."

Steve nodded slowly, and he left the kitchen, heading for the bedroom. It was his turn to grab some sleep. As soon as he was gone, Gabrielle leaned hard against the counter and bit her lower lip. She held up for another minute before her tears started again. She allowed herself the self-indulgence for five minutes, and then went to shower and dress before resuming her post.

* * * * *

Gwen looked hot. Her hair and makeup were perfect, and she wore her little black dress that showed off her bust and legs wonderfully, with shiny black stockings and heels. Her little stud earrings matched the pendant on her gold chain necklace, and she had even taken the time to put on her little gold chain anklet.

Things had begun to move too fast in her life, and Gwen was determined to get things back under control. She wasn't looking forward to what she had planned for the evening, not much anyway, but she couldn't think of any other way to resolve things.

She pulled into a parking spot reserved for guests and after making sure she had everything she needed in her little black clutch purse, Gwen went up and knocked on Ronnie's door. She didn't take any notice of the car that had pulled in after her and parked, nor did she notice that the driver didn't get out.

It was only four o'clock, so Gwen expected her friend to be around, probably getting ready to go out and find her next conquest. The door opened and Ronnie broke into a big, toothy smile.

"Gwen!" Ronnie exclaimed, dragging Gwen into the fabulous condo. "I thought you'd never speak to me again, after last week," Ronnie said, sitting on her chair so she could face Gwen, seated on the couch. "After Frank."

Gwen was a little shocked to see her friend dressed in cutoff jean shorts and a midriff bearing t-shirt, wearing flat sandals instead of her usual very high stiletto heels. Ronnie was leaning forward and seemed genuinely overjoyed to see Gwen.

"That wasn't your fault," Gwen said, smiling. It was true; she held no ill feelings for Ronnie about the misadventure. "Don't even worry about it, okay?" Ronnie jumped and grabbed Gwen in a tight hug for a long time before releasing her and returning to the chair.

"I'm so glad!" Ronnie said, and then quieted a little and continued, "Especially after what else happened last week. I can't tell you how special that was for me, Gwen."

"It was pretty special for me too, Ronnie. You know I've never done anything like that before, and I'm glad I shared it with you, I mean, I'm glad you were my first girl." Ronnie blushed but looked proud.

"I was really hoping you'd come over sometime, Gwen. I know what you think about me, you know, being a slut and everything, but I want us to stay friends." Ronnie watched Gwen's reaction closely, and she quietly added, "Friends, and maybe more?"

"I don't think you're a slut," Gwen lied. "I know that you just really like sex, and you're not as...discriminating...as I am. That's a difference, not a wrong thing." Ronnie nodded slowly, but Gwen saw she was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"Ronnie," Gwen said, sitting back and smoothing the skirt of her dress over her thighs, "I have something to tell you, and a favor to ask. It's a big favor."

* * * * *

Gabrielle sat back in her chair and keyed up the recordings that had been made while she and Steve were fucking, as well as the rest of the time that the post had been vacant. She saw activity at around one that afternoon, when she'd been showering and Steve asleep. Dialing it up, Gabby leaned over the station and listened intently, but this time no amount of boost would let her hear the conversation from the other end of the sat phone connection.

"What is it?" Sergei, the subject, said. He seemed to be in a foul mood ("I wonder why?" Gabby thought sarcastically) and he didn't like that his Saturday had been interrupted.

"What?" he barked, "How did they find out about it?" There was a pause, and quietly he'd said, "I see. I'll meet you at the usual place to figure this out." The call had disconnected, and the subject had left, without a tail.

"Oh shit," Gabrielle thought. She put two and two together, and realized the sting had gone down and the arms shipment from Mexico raided. Right now was the time they should have been shadowing his every movement, finding his every contact. "Fortunately for you, Mr. Stetsenko, the agents of the Federal Government were chasing around like high schoolers," Gabby whispered angrily.

Turning her attention to the live feed, Gabby was relieved to hear the subject moving around in his apartment. He'd gone out, and she'd have to document every detail, but at least he'd returned. Maybe her little team could acquit itself yet.

* * * * *

"Holy shit!" Ronnie said, her eyes wide. "I can't believe it's real! Have you contacted the cops, or the FBI, or whoever?"

Gwen shook her head. "Ronnie, this guy is a big drug lord, and if I can't come up with some way to disappear, I'm dead."

"I can't believe you even got involved in this stuff, Gwen!" Ronnie was bouncing in the chair with excitement. "I mean, you meet a guy, have sex with him, and then he's killed by assassins while you're watching from the bathroom?"

"I know," Gwen said, "and if I hadn't lost my purse there, they probably would never have known. But they do, Ronnie, and I can't ever go home again."

"Just a minute," Ronnie said, and she jumped up and ran into her bedroom. She came back with a roll of bills, wrapped by a rubber band. "Take this now," Ronnie said, pressing the roll into Gwen's hand, "and go get whatever you need to survive for a couple of weeks. Clothes, toothpaste, whatever. Shit, Gwen, spend it all if you need to."

Gwen looked at the roll in her hand and felt how heavy it was. Ronnie had just handed her a lot of money. "What do you want me to do then?" Gwen asked quietly, standing up.

"I want you to come back here," Ronnie whispered, moving closer, "I want you to stay with me, Gwen."

Gwen slipped her arms around her diminutive friend's body and pulled her close, leaning down and kissing her softly. Gwen felt Ronnie melt into her, and felt Ronnie's arms tighten around her waist. Gwen pushed the tip of her tongue between Ronnie's soft, warm lips, and she moved it back and forth. The kiss broke and both women shuddered with feeling.

"Just hurry back," Ronnie gasped, releasing Gwen. "Please, Baby, just be careful, okay?"

Gwen ran down to her car and started it. She pulled out onto the street and drove toward the mall, trying to figure out her next move and wiping away an errant tear.

Two cars were parked at Ronnie's condo complex, and three men had watched Gwen run to her car and drive away. The single man, in the car that had arrived when Gwen had, raised his hand and pointed after her receding car. The other two men drove away slowly after Gwen, while the first got out of his car and walked toward the stairs.

* * * * *

Gwen walked through the mall slowly, not paying any attention to the crowds surrounding her. She'd been given over eight thousand dollars in cash, to pick up a few incidentals. Gwen felt she had vastly underestimated Ronnie's wealth.

Perhaps the best way to lie low would be to hide at Ronnie's, she thought. Sure, she'd have to sleep with her, but that wasn't exactly torture now, was it? Ronnie had, in common vernacular, rocked her world. If Gwen had to learn how to eat pussy so her friend would protect her, was that so bad?

Gwen sat on the edge of one of the mall fountains and stared off into the crowds. How far was she willing to go? Every decision she considered hurt someone, and almost all of them hurt Gwen. She put her head down and chewed her lip, and didn't see the two large men circling her from different directions.

* * * * *

Hearing the door, Ronnie rushed out of her bedroom. "Gwen?" she called, worried because her friend hadn't been gone long enough to have done her shopping.

The man who stood two feet in front of her was tall, six foot five, at least. He had short windblown brown hair, and dark eyes, and an expression of menace. He wore a brown leather jacket over a tight black t-shirt, tan pants, and brown shoes.

Ronnie's mouth opened to scream, but the big man's hand grabbed the lower half of her face and silenced her. Ronnie swung into action, wheeling to kick the man in his kidneys, but he simply lifted her up with the one hand, and Ronnie struggled to grab onto his solid arm for support so her neck wouldn't snap.

"You are CIA?" he said with a deep voice and a heavy Russian accent. "FBI maybe, da?" Ronnie clawed at his arm, her hands slipping on the leather of his jacket sleeve. Her legs kicked uselessly, and she lost her sandals. He looked over her scantily clad body, his eyes resting for a moment on her double D's, and a wicked grin split his face.

His free hand grabbed Ronnie's crotch hard, and she closed her eyes in pain. She felt herself upended, and then she flew across the room, crashing onto her coffee table and bouncing off of it painfully, landing on the thick carpeting. She couldn't move, and she lay there in shock, not fully comprehending until the pain ripped her skull as he lifted her from the floor by her hair.

His big hand slapped her face, and then again, and Ronnie tasted her blood in her mouth. He threw her onto her couch and grabbed the front of her small t-shirt, tearing it away. Ronnie's breasts were exposed in all of their glory, and she pulled her arms from around her head and crossed them over her breasts protectively.

"Strange choice," the man said, and he backhanded the side of Ronnie's head. Stars exploded in her vision and the world seemed to darken slightly, when she felt herself yanked onto her back by her hips. Her shorts and underwear were around her knees before she realized he was stripping her.

"Oh my god," Ronnie murmured, "you're going to rape me." The room was spinning, but she saw his face as he finished pulling away her panties, and he smiled at her. His big hand slapped hard on Ronnie's shaved pussy and she screamed, rolling onto her stomach.

"I don't think a whore can be raped," he said, his deep voice sounding dangerous. "If it will make you feel good then I will leave money when I go." After a moment, the man overacted sarcastically and slapped his forehead with the palm of his hand.

"That's right! I'm not going away. I am going to ask you some questions." He rolled Ronnie onto her back again and spread her legs. She opened her mouth to protest, earning a stinging slap on her inner thigh. "I will ask you questions," he said, jamming two fingers painfully into Ronnie's cunt, "and you will answer them truthfully."

"If I am happy, then maybe I leave you with a good fucking, yes? If you lie," he paused and twisted his hand, making Ronnie cry out, "then I am going to make you ruined for anyone else, and then out of pity I will kill you."

"Please," Ronnie pleaded, "I'll tell you anything you want. Please don't hurt me!"

"Tsk," the man said, shaking his head and looking forlorn, "I'm afraid that isn't negotiable. I am indeed going to hurt you very much, no matter what."

He began to rub his thumb over Ronnie's clit as he fucked her slowly with his fat fingers and watched her squirm under him. When he felt wetness slowly begin to lubricate her tunnel, he smiled and said, "Tell me who you work for, and most importantly, tell me everything you know about this 'Gwen'."

* * * * *

Gwen wandered aimlessly through the crowded mall, lost in thought. She had twice stopped and picked out several new outfits, but each time had left the items in the cart and left the store. She really didn't want to use Ronnie, and not because of the price. She wasn't really bothered by the idea of sleeping with Ronnie. She could think of many things she'd rather do, but the prospect of having sex with her best girl friend again wasn't exactly off-putting.

Gwen realized that she didn't want to use her friend for the simple reason that she didn't want to become that kind of person. She wanted to be the kind of woman that a man like Steve could fall in love with. She wanted to become a normal, good, kind woman.

She went into a boutique and grabbed a pair of jeans, footsie socks, and a comfortable looking short sleeved, scoop neck t-shirt, paying with her own nearly maxed out credit card. She left the store to seek out a cheap pair of sneakers, oblivious to the men who followed her closely.

* * * * *

Pyotr looked down at the quivering naked body of the blonde woman. Her name was Veronica Driscoll, and she was an heiress of some sort. She had purchased the finest body her money could buy, and had been lucky enough to have good material to start with. 

He took a long drag from his cigarette and held the burning tip very near Ronnie's ass, contemplating putting it out on her smooth, creamy skin. Smoke exploded from his nose as Pyotr chuckled. No, he decided, he'd want to have fun with that ass, and there was always time for torture later.

She had been most forthcoming, this Ronnie girl, telling her deepest and most boring and inconsequential secrets. Unfortunately, as boring and inconsequential as they were, they seemed to comprise the wasted life of the girl.

She had also told a tale of murdered drug lords and hired assassins, apparently believing some falsehood that Gwen had told her. But, given the long history of the girls, Pyotr seriously doubted Gwen was involved with any investigation of their business. If Pyotr had to guess from the information he had, he would say that Gwen had done something to piss off Sergei at a most inopportune moment, casting herself under suspicion. Nothing more, nothing less.

But, Pyotr thought while sucking on his middle finger, one must find one's bliss where one can, and he jammed his finger roughly into Ronnie's ass. He smiled as she screamed into, and clawed at, the couch cushions. Pyotr fucked Ronnie's ass slowly with his finger, noticing she was no virgin there by the quickness with which she relaxed her sphincter.

With a sigh, Pyotr pulled his finger free of Ronnie's ass. Looking at her this way, her fleshy pink pussy so available, Pyotr felt his cock stiffening in his pants. "Soon enough," he thought, and he smiled. Instead, Pyotr contented himself with a vicious slap on Ronnie's ass, hard enough to send her tumbling to the floor with a scream.

Ronnie rolled onto her knees and began to crawl away, but Pyotr grabbed the back of her neck and lifted her up so that her feet kicked under her freely. He laughed and threw Ronnie against her bookcase, and she tumbled to the floor, crying, books falling onto her.

"You will never escape me," Pyotr growled, though he still smiled at her, and he approached her slowly, confidently. He had the satisfaction of knowing her fear was real when the bruised and bloodied girl peed on her carpet. "Go in and lie down on your bed," Pyotr ordered, and Ronnie crawled toward that door. Pyotr kicked her ass, sending her sprawling, but she rose up again and crawled more quickly.

He followed her closely, to make certain she didn't have a weapon secreted somewhere, but she meekly followed his instructions and soon lay at the center of the enormous bed. Pyotr looked around, impressed. He reached into his jacket pocket and removed a large gun, which he held up for Ronnie to see. Immediately, she began to shake and sob.

"No, Whore," Pyotr said, setting the gun on one of her dressers, "the gun is not for you. You do not deserve the mercy of a bullet yet. Instead, let me introduce you to another friend." From the other pocket he pulled a sheathed knife, and he slipped the shining, eight inch long steel blade from the leather cover. "This friend, you will become intimately acquainted with."

Like a striking snake, Pyotr grabbed Ronnie's ankle and he yanked her to the edge of the bed. She yelped and threw her hands up over her face, but Pyotr set the point of his blade against her thigh and pressed. Ronnie squealed like a wounded animal as blood filled the dimple in her flesh around the knife point.




Gwen's Journey Ch. 06



"I told you everything!" Ronnie gasped, knowing the blade was still piercing her tender thigh.

"I know, Whore," Pyotr replied softly. "What I do now is strictly for enjoyment." Ronnie screamed as Pyotr drew the blade down an inch, and blood flowed freely from the razor cut. Lifting the blade up to his face, Pyotr inspected the blood on the tip.

"I give you a choice," he said, looking past the blade into Ronnie's wide, terrified eyes. "You will submit to me now, or I will use my knife to write my name on every part of your body." He paused as she shook her head, tears spilling, and then said, "I warn you, most find my middle name most unpleasant."

"I'll do whatever you want!" Ronnie cried, and Pyotr slowly took off his leather jacket. As he folded it over his arm he smiled at Ronnie.

"I know," he said, and opened his pants. He pulled out his rigid cock, straining and purple, and was slightly disappointed that she didn't cringe back, or shy away. He was rather impressively hung, he knew, but this slut was not impressed after all. Oh well.

Pyotr moved between Ronnie's thighs and he roughly pushed three fingers deep inside her, his thumb over her clit. "Now," he growled, "I have my fun." Pyotr closed his hand, as if to make a fist, and his cock throbbed as Ronnie thrashed, screaming loudly, piercingly. "Yes, much fun."

Yanking his fingers free, Pyotr fell forward and shoved his dick into Ronnie, glad that there was tightness there. He'd begun to fear she would be open and useless, but her cunt was firm and tight. He rammed into her and delighted in her cry of pain. He moved inside her, fucking her forcefully, and when he saw her breasts bouncing and rolling in response, he reached down with one hand and grasped one of them roughly around the middle and squeezed it hard so that it mushroomed over his hand, turning deep red in color.

With his free hand he delivered a shocking slap to her other breast, and as she screamed and grabbed at the agonized tit, he flicked his finger hard against the nearly purple nipple of the captive breast. Feeling her cunt, wet and tight, massaging his ramming cock, Pyotr looked down at the red, swollen face of his prey and knew that some days the job was a real pleasure.

His endurance was legendary in his circles, but Pyotr knew he would need to leave soon, or chance discovery. He slapped Ronnie's face, and then released her captive, heavily bruised breast and slapped it too. He rained stinging slaps across her face, tits, and belly until Ronnie wrapped her head in her arms and whimpered helplessly.

Filled with a heady feeling of absolute power, Pyotr groaned and came inside Ronnie, his spurting cock sending his seed deep inside her. Pyotr didn't worry about pregnancy, since his lovers didn't usually live very long.

He pulled his still throbbing cock from her pussy and turned Ronnie onto her stomach. Without warning or preamble, Pyotr shoved his slick cock into Ronnie's ass, burying it deeply inside her as she froze up and wailed. He thrust into her roughly, repeatedly, until he felt wetness. He smiled, glad that he had completed this task before his flagging cock became useless.

When his soft prick popped free of Ronnie's ass, Pyotr shoved his bloody, shrunken member into his pants. Picking up his blade, Pyotr slashed repeatedly at Ronnie. He wiped the blade on her bedspread and slipped it into the sheath, watching with interest as blood ran down her body and soaked into the bed covers.

Ronnie lay sobbing, looking for all the world as though she had been through the worst tortures anyone had ever been subject to. Taking out his cell phone, Pyotr punched in a long number and waited as it rang through. She had no idea what delights he still had planned for her, he thought as the line connected.

"Sir?" Pyotr said into the cell phone, mindful of possible listeners, "I've spoken with the close associate of your friend, and I do not believe that she is involved as you thought." Pyotr absently poked his finger around Ronnie's gaping sphincter.

"I am glad to hear that you don't think she's involved. Take her to the place and make certain she cannot escape," Sergei ordered. Pyotr sighed, glad that he would be allowed to play with his prey further.

"Would it be acceptable for me to enjoy myself?" Pyotr asked, feeling hopeful but uncertain. With Sergei you never knew exactly where you stood.

"Yes, do as you like. I want my men to enjoy their work, and personally I do not care," Sergei replied, and Pyotr smiled and examined the blood on his finger.

"Is there any reason to finish the task once I get her to the place?" Pyotr asked, afraid that Sergei would want her killed. He had so much more that he wanted to do to this pampered little slut.

Sergei said, "Not yet. No permanent harm, yet." There was a pause, and Sergei added, "And don't forget to leave the note." The call was disconnected, and Pyotr put his phone away. He turned to the quivering body on the bed and felt his cock stir.

"Get clothes on," he ordered, wiping his finger on the bedspread. "You get to live another hour, and we must go." He pulled the folded slip of paper from his pocket and after Ronnie had crawled from the bed he set it atop the largest of the blood stains.

* * * * *

Steve bounded down the stairs and shouted at Gabby, "Is she there again?" Gabby looked up, as she had been intent on documenting the subject's comings and goings while unattended.

"What?" she asked, and then said, "No, Steve. Your precious little felon isn't at Stetsenko's, and frankly I don't care where she is."

"Don't be jealous, Gab-"

"Jealous!" Gabrielle raged, leaping to her feet and facing Steve. "This is your party, Steve, and you messed it up! They raided the arms shipment and as soon as he got word, Stetsenko started running around and meeting people. Now he's home, and I'm trying to put things together."

"The worst part is, Steve, that while all of this important shit was going down, we missed it because I wanted to have sex with the guy who wanted to fuck anything with a cunt, because his lying little felon of a girlfriend fucked the god damned subject!" Gabby paced, fuming, and then turned to face Steve again.

"Do you have any idea what this shit can do to our careers? Have you given any thought at all to how Stetsenko's going to react? Who was the last person with access to his apartment? Who is he going to suspect, Steve?" Gabrielle fell back into her chair.

"Truth is, Steve, I do care about where the mystery girl is, because I personally think that Stetsenko's going to kill her."

Steve fell back and sat down hard on the stairs. Stetsenko, the subject, wanted to kill Gwen? She hadn't answered the door when he'd knocked, and her car was gone too. Maybe she ran, he thought. Maybe she was safe, running away from someone she didn't even know was after her.

"Gabrielle," Steve said, running his hand over his hair, "You're right. Let's get everything we can on-"

"Shush!" Gabby hissed, holding up a finger and concentrating on the voices in her headphones.

"...don't think she's involved. Take her to the place and make certain she cannot escape," the subject's voice was saying. Gabby boosted the gain, but she couldn't make out the words from the other side of the sat phone call.

"Yes, do as you like. I want my men to enjoy their work, and personally I do not care." There was another pause, and the subject said, "Not yet. No permanent harm, yet. And don't forget to leave the note." The call was disconnected.

"Oh my god, Steve," Gabby said, turning to him. "They have her."

* * * * *

Steve ran across the street as fast as he could, leaped over the steps to her porch, and hit Gwen's front door with his shoulder at full speed. The frame splintered, and Steve skidded to a stop, turned, and pushed the door closed, though it would never lock again.

He ran into the kitchen, then carefully scanned Gwen's living room. He moved cautiously down the hall, checking the bathroom and then Gwen's bedroom. He spent a moment staring at the bedspread thrown up over the window, and then ran to check Gwen's basement, which was also empty.

Steve fell into the chair in Gwen's living room and looked around as he tried to catch his breath. "What note?" he whispered.

* * * * *

"Not yet," Sergei said, smiling wickedly. "No permanent harm, yet." Sergei had known Pyotr for a long time, and he knew that the big man liked to play with his prey. At home, so far away, there were many women who had begged to be killed after he'd finished with them. Sergei knew that Pyotr looked upon granting their requests as a mercy. He was about to disconnect the call when he remembered and added, "And don't forget the note."

Sergei hung up and went to the windows. He glanced at his stereo and his jaw tightened. How dare they bug his home?

After he'd gone to the warehouse, where he'd arranged for the tail on Gwen, he'd then returned and had run a "bug sniffer", finding several high quality listening and broadcasting devices, almost certainly government issue. At that moment he had his people working on a way to determine the location of the listening post.

The door burst open on a house across the street, and Sergei watched with growing interest as a bear of a man dressed in casual athletic clothes ran like lightning across the street and over the lawn to crash through his pet's front door. Sergei's eyes narrowed dangerously as they swept back to the house the man had come from, and he thought of the content of his telephone conversation with Pyotr.

"As they say in American films, 'Gotcha!'," Sergei thought triumphantly.

*-*-*-*-*

Thanks everyone who let me know how you like the story so far. Contrary to what's written, I have a great deal of respect for the people who do the work of our government. It is unfortunate that through the actions of a few horny (and fictional) characters, it looks like my opinion of those people is less than complimentary. Thank you for taking the time to read what I've written, and please continue to let me know what you think!

Thanks!



Gwen's Journey Ch. 07



Part 7 – Falling Down

*** Warning *** Some bad things happen and some graphic violence occurs. If you do not care to read this, either stop now, or when you see violence occurring or imminent, simply skip down to the next "story break" (* * * * *). Thank you.



Gwen found a pair of white sneakers that she just loved, and she used her credit card to buy them. She was walking through the crowded mall to get to the food court, where she knew she could find the largest bathrooms and change.

She had bought some jeans and a shirt earlier, and she looked forward to changing out of the black dress and heels she had worn to Ronnie's in order to con her. It was time to put all of those things away and just be honest, she had decided. If she was going to turn her life around, she figured she might as well fix things with the people she cared about first.

As she passed the Hot Dog on a Stick, Gwen darted between two people in the fast growing line there, a group from the Sunshine House, a local group home for the mentally challenged. She hadn't gone far before a ruckus behind her made her glance back to see a man in a black leather coat shoving his way through the group. She saw right away that he was watching her more than the people he was pushing past, and she saw his look of anger when she noticed him.

Gwen's heart began to pound and she hurried her step, getting into the presumed safety of the women's bathroom without challenge. She closed the door of a large stall and quickly changed out of her party clothes. She decided to go bra less when she saw how obviously her black lace bra showed through her new shirt.

Packing her own clothes and shoes into her shopping bags, Gwen left the stall and sat on the utilitarian couch and thought through her options. There was no way to exit the bathrooms without being seen, and no way to leave the food court without passing the way she'd come. She was trapped.

* * * * *

Steve's call went directly to Gwen's voice mail and he clicked his phone shut angrily. He sat on her little brown sofa and worried about her. He tried to think of where she would have gone, but he'd only met one of her friends, Ronnie, and he knew nothing about her. He knew he didn't like her, but that didn't really count.

He'd spent nearly a half hour in Gwen's house, worried out of his mind after hearing that Gwen had been taken by Stetsenko's men. He wanted, no, he needed to find out if she was safe, or if they really did have her. It occurred to him that they might have found out about the bugs and were feeding false information, that Gwen might actually be safe, but that was a stretch since they would have had to know how important Gwen was to Steve, and he was only then coming to realize that fact for himself.

He went into her bedroom and looked around, opening her closet and seeing her clothes and her shoes. Nothing fancy, nothing expensive or even that nice, he noticed. He opened the top of her hamper and was immediately struck by her scent. Her running clothes lay in amongst her other things, and the smell strongly reminded him of her, making his heart yearn. He imagined running in Santa Monica with her, down the boardwalk. He could see, in his mind's eye, how excited she'd be to see the sand and the ocean. He smiled, picturing her reaction to the bikini (or less) clad environment, the physical perfection that would surround her, and those who only thought they were perfect. Gwen would go crazy there, he thought, feeling so inadequate, despite her beauty.

He went to her bed table and opened the drawer, smiling at the sight of her dildo and raising his eyebrows as he examined her butt plug. He smiled broadly as he looked at the nearly unused box of condoms, noting the expiration date had passed. According to Gwen, apart from a one-night stand when she'd been almost forcibly taken, she had been celibate since her breakup with her boyfriend a year before. For Steve himself, apart from the incident with Gabby, he hadn't been with anyone since the death of his wife. Closing the drawer, Steve sat down on Gwen's bed and stared at the bedspread hanging over her window.

Stetsenko was on the other side of that cloth he knew, and he felt the tension building in him, felt his anger and frustration grow. He was a highly trained and well educated man, with a strong will and the determination to reach his current level of responsibility before forty. He was a picture of dedication and self control.

Stetsenko had his woman, and Steve was going to tear his arms off.

* * * * *

Gwen put the key to the storage locker in her pocket and paced nervously inside the women's bathroom. She'd put her things in the storage cabinet meant for diaper bags and the like so she wouldn't stand out so much, as well as being less encumbered when she had to run, and Gwen assumed that she would.

Taking a deep breath, Gwen walked briskly out of the bathroom and headed back into the crowds, seeing with her peripheral vision that the man in the black coat rose to follow her. She cut through the crowd, twisting and dodging, and ran up the first escalator she encountered. Turning this way and that, Gwen made her way to one of the least exclusive department stores in the mall, the place where the lower class came to buy nice things. The place Gwen normally shopped at.

Racing past the perfume counter, Gwen raced up another escalator to the very crowded women's department, notable because it was one of the few places that the mall exited directly into a parking structure. She immediately cut over into the lingerie section and moved back, away from the exit, ending up in maternity. Using the memories of her youth, Gwen slipped between the tightly packed clothes on a circular rack, stepped up onto the support bars, and sat down on her heels.

Gwen had hidden like this when she was six, and eight, and once when she was fourteen. She felt as though she was safe in a private fortress of cotton and cotton blends, hidden from the world. Hopefully she was hidden from the man chasing her. Not knowing the time, Gwen wished she'd worn a watch, or at least had her cell phone.

* * * * *

Ronnie was pushed roughly, and she stumbled forward and lost her footing. Her hands were tied behind her, and because her balance was compromised she fell forward and landed heavily on her shoulder. Luckily she had been shoved onto a bare mattress, so she didn't break anything, but the fall still hurt, and she began to cry again.

She knew they were near the lake, and that the building they were in was primarily a warehouse, but the third floor room she was in at the moment had probably been an office once. It was a filthy little room, twelve feet by twelve feet, with one window and one door. Both the window and the glass on the door were frosted, occluded, and the only furniture on the filthy linoleum floor was the old mattress.

Ronnie's whole body hurt from her beating, and she saw livid bruises. The skirt she'd put on before they'd left was short, and she saw the scabbed cut that the monster had made on her thigh. She sobbed at the pain of the slashes on her back and her ass. They weren't bleeding anymore, so they hadn't been deep, but they were razor slashes on her body and they hurt her constantly, body and spirit.

She lay on the mattress, crying. Her hair was a disaster, and the monster's taste in traveling clothes atrocious. She wore a short black skirt and a white tank top, with her crappiest little tennis shoes. He hadn't let her wear underwear. Dirty, bruised, and cut, Ronnie doubted anyone who knew her would be able to identify her body.

She didn't know why they were holding her, but she knew it had to do with Gwen, and probably involved trapping her somehow. Ronnie liked Gwen very much, but as her body continued to hurt and the cuts on her body stung and burned, she reflected on just how much she would be willing to go through for her.

* * * * *

"It is of no matter," Sergei said into the phone. He had the satellite phone pressed tightly to his ear, to better hear his caller. He had turned the volume on the phone down to its lowest levels for fear of being overheard. "I have determined it would be best for you to proceed with the original plan that was discussed."

"Yes," Vassily said, wiping mustard from the sleeve of his black leather coat. He had been trying to eat his pretzel without incident, and failed. "The original plan. Was that to gather at home point?"

"Yes," sighed Sergei. What was the point in speaking in code, if your contact was going to repeat everything? "I have found out for myself the information I wanted, and I think we should act on it immediately," Sergei said in his rich, deep voice and with a strong Russian accent.

"We will proceed at once," Vassily said, and he disconnected the call.

Sergei set his sat phone down and went to the front window of his apartment. He looked out at the house the big man had come from and he smiled. Before long, he'd have his revenge and be away from this dreadful place.

* * * * *

"Crap!" Gabrielle shouted, slamming her big headphones to the table in frustration. She was almost certain they knew they were being listened to now. If they knew, the whole operation was compromised, and her bosses wouldn't be happy that the one weapons seizure would be the only payoff.

Sure, she might get reassigned. That was no big deal, happened all the time. But Gabrielle knew that Steve's career, his soul, couldn't survive this failure. They'd propped him up after Amelia's death, and this had been his chance to shine. He was supposed to pull off the perfect job and show he was as good as they wanted him to be.

"Why did you have to go after the townie?" Gabrielle said softly into her hands. She cradled her face, her elbows on her knees. She couldn't imagine Steve going for that little local girl, especially with a glamorous and beautiful fellow agent so close at hand.

And now she couldn't even count on Steve. As soon as he'd thought his little Gwen, or Maggie, or whoever, was in danger, he'd run out to find her. They had a job to do, damn it, and she needed him. Gabrielle stood up and stretched, her tank top pulling up over her taut tummy. As far as she was concerned at that moment, Gabrielle only needed two things; a good long run and a zinger. When Steve came back, she was going to run to the store. She deserved the break.

* * * * *

Gwen had been squatting inside the display for at least an hour, by her reckoning, and her thighs were totally pissed off at her. Waiting until she was reasonably sure there was nobody too close, Gwen pushed out through the tightly packed maternity dresses and onto the crowded main floor of the department store. She got some strange looks but she ignored those people, looking around instead for her pursuer.

Gwen rushed through the late afternoon crowds to a customer service booth, where she had the attendant call a taxi for her. That accomplished, she hurried to the entrance she'd indicated to wait for her cab, intensely aware of everyone around her as she watched for the man in the black leather coat.

Her taxi arrived and she directed him to a library that was only a few blocks from Ronnie's condo, and then walked the rest of the way. She felt elated as she walked up the stairs to Ronnie's floor. She was finally going to come clean with her friend, and she prayed they could still be friends after she did. Gwen knocked on the door and it swung open. 

"Hello?" Gwen called softly as she leaned inside the apartment. "Ronnie?"

She saw the pile of books on the floor in front of the bookcase first, and she cautiously walked into the condo. All of the things that had been on the coffee table were on the floor, and the table itself was askew. She saw stains on the white couch. Something bad had happened here.

She rushed to the bedroom and saw the mussed bed first. Dark red blotches covered the white floral bedspread, and more small blotches of rusty brown stained the carpet. It took no imagination for her to know with certainty that it was blood. She saw the folded paper on the bed, atop a large blood stain.

Gwen unfolded the paper and read it, her knees giving out. She sat on the floor and reread the note as her eyes filled with tears and her heart clenched painfully.

The note read, "Go Home. Tell No One."

"What did I do to you?" Gwen sobbed, and then she got to her feet and stumbled out into the living room. She saw Ronnie's cell phone on the floor and she picked it up. She dialed Steve's number from memory.

"Hello?" Gwen heard Steve's voice answer. He sounded so worried. She tried to speak, but the sound of his voice on the other end of the connection choked her up. "Hello?"

"Steve," Gwen choked out.

"Gwen!" he shouted, "Where in the hell are you, Baby?"

He called me "Baby", Gwen thought, smiling through her tears. "I'm at Ronnie's," Gwen said, and then she remembered what the note had said and her blood froze in her veins. "Shit!" she hissed, and she disconnected the call, dropping the cell phone to the floor.

* * * * *

"Gwen!" Steve shouted at his cell phone, the connection gone. He hit four buttons and waited a moment for an answer.

"Gabrielle," he said curtly, "Listen and don't ask questions. I'm going to give you a number and I need you to give me the address of the subscriber." Steve gave her the telephone number from his recent calls list. "Can you look it up now, or do you need to call me back?"

"What in the hell are you doing, Steve?" Gabrielle said, sounding peeved, but Steve heard the clicking of her keyboard.

"I need this information fast, Gabby," Steve said, starting to pace the room swiftly. Two minutes later he had the address of Veronica Driscoll, and Steve bolted out of the apartment and got into his car, driving away fast and passing two old sedans arriving from the opposite direction.

Steve pounded on the steering wheel when he stopped for a light. Gwen was only five miles away.

* * * * *

Gwen had changed into an unused pair of blue running shorts she found in Ronnie's closet. She had to get home, but she couldn't chance waiting for a taxi, in case anyone showed up to look for her. It was only five miles to her house, with the big park in between. Pulling the door shut behind her, she set off to run for her life.

* * * * *

Only minutes after Steve had hung up, Gabrielle had heard someone arrive at the subject's home. They were speaking quietly about something, but they were being very circumspect, and she wasn't able to determine what exactly they were talking about. She held the headphones tight to her ears and listened intently, her eyes closed, and didn't hear the door to the basement open.

She heard something on the stairs, and Gabby turned in time to see the cannister bounce from the last step to the cement floor. She closed her eyes tightly and dropped to the floor, but she wasn't completely down yet when the cannister exploded. She was showered by glass from the shattered monitor over her as she was flung back under the table, striking her head on one of the legs.

Gabrielle had pushed herself up on her hands, thankful for the headphones that had saved her ears, when a powerful kick caught her shoulder and sent her rolling onto her back. She saw three men standing over her, two of them brandishing pistols. They were big men, bruisers, and Gabby quickly calculated the possibilities.

Putting up her hands, Gabby shouted, "Don't hurt me! I'm a tech!" She was grabbed by her wrists and hauled to her feet before being thrown back against the table. The headphones were swept from her head and tossed away. The man on her left leveled his pistol on her, aiming for her heart.

"Oh god," Gabby breathed, and her mind filled with thoughts of all of the things she hadn't done yet with her life. Gabrielle realized that she wanted a baby and was surprised. There was a loud crack, and Gabby's world went dark.

* * * * *

Steve came to a screeching halt outside the condo complex and he ran as fast as he could up the stairs. He pounded on the door for a few seconds before trying it and found it unlocked. He went in and saw the disarray, and found the blood stained bed and carpet. It struck him as strange that there was a pair of brand new blue jeans crumpled on the floor. He picked them up and felt they were still warm.

Immediately, Steve was certain they were Gwen's. He found a little locker key in one pocket, and a fat roll of bills in another. Whatever Gwen was doing, it must be important, for her to leave these behind. The only things he couldn't figure out were where she had gone, and why she'd left her pants.

Steve pulled out his cell and dialed Gabby. maybe it was a girl thing, and she'd be able to offer some insight. The call went directly to voice mail, and the bottom of Steve's stomach fell out.

They'd kept him jumping around like a monkey on a string, and Steve had made a major tactical mistake and had left Gabby alone. Steve ran for his car and peeled out, driving fast and not caring about stop signs or red lights. He came to a fast, skidding stop in front of his apartment, and sparing only a glance back at Gwen's house, he turned and ran inside and down the stairs to the basement.

The signs of a flash-bang grenade were clear, as was the fact that their equipment had been further destroyed after the grenade has exploded. He made a cursory search of the house before collapsing to sit on the bed. The bed where he had sex with Gabby. She was gone. He'd managed to fail everyone who was important to him. Steve had failed.

* * * * *

Gwen's lungs burned. She'd never run so fast for such a long distance, but she had to get home as quickly as she possibly could. She considered stopping for a moment, just to catch her breath, but visions of the blood stains in Ronnie's condo filled her mind and she pressed on.

She'd run through the park, cutting some considerable distance from her trip, and when she was only two blocks from home she allowed herself the luxury of slowing to a jog. She crossed her lawn and went up the steps to her porch, taking the door knob in hand. The door swung open too easily, and Gwen stopped, gasping for air, and saw that the door frame had been destroyed.

She went inside and pushed the door closed, and then staggered into her bedroom. She went to the window and grabbing two handfuls of the comforter, yanked it down. The window across the way was empty, but Gwen stood there, staring, as her body shook and her chest and legs burned. Even if he took a week, Gwen was determined to wait there for instructions. Everyone had suffered enough on her behalf.

* * * * *

Ronnie had gotten up onto her knees on the mattress and found that her wounds didn't pain her so much. She toyed with the idea of standing, but the thought of possibly falling onto her tortured, wounded back and bottom was so terrifying that she decided against it. She had been there for lord knows how long, with nothing to drink, and she was terribly thirsty.

The door swung open suddenly, and two big men came inside quickly, an unconscious woman between them. She was thrown onto the mattress, landing partly on Ronnie and sending her sprawling. The door slammed shut, and Ronnie lay still, whining in pain. The big woman was face down, her face and breasts on Ronnie's chest.

Ronnie smelled the blood before she felt it, and she knew her wounds had pulled open again. She began to cry, cursing the giantess who lay atop her. She cried out as she squirmed from beneath the woman, and she saw that the woman's head was cut and bleeding.

Rolling her onto her back, Ronnie stopped and stared. This tanned, gorgeous goddess was everything that Ronnie herself had tried to become, using surgery. She could tell with even a brief examination that this woman was all natural, and Ronnie was filled with envy. She was tall, while Ronnie was very short. She had large, natural breasts, while Ronnie's had been small and plain before the surgery had made them double-D-cups. She had beautiful hair, even when in total disarray, while Ronnie paid thousands of dollars each year to make hers behave.




Gwen's Journey Ch. 07



But here they were, Ronnie thought, both of them captives of the horrible men who were after Gwen. Would they throw Gwen in there too? Were they destined to be murdered, or some sick sex slavery ring? Privately, Ronnie would have gladly volunteered for the sex slavery if it meant the monster with the knife wouldn't come near her again.

The woman moaned softly and stirred. Her eyes pinched shut tightly, and she began to cry. Ronnie wasn't able to offer much comfort because her hands were bound behind her back, but she leaned forward and put her face against the woman's chest. Ronnie hadn't expected to enjoy the softness and warmth there, but she did.

"Are you Gwen?" the woman said, and Ronnie rolled her eyes. Even the woman's voice was sexy and perfect. "She probably cooks like a chef and fucks like a mink," Ronnie thought.

"No," Ronnie answered quietly, afraid her captors would come in and hurt them for talking. "I'm Ronnie, Veronica."

"Oh," the woman said quietly. "They got you. We thought they got Gwen."

"You know Gwen?" Ronnie asked, excitedly. The woman stared at her, nonplussed.

"If I knew Gwen, would I have thought you were her?" Ronnie sat up, and the woman tried to do the same, but her eyes rolled up into her head, and she fell back to the mattress. "I don't think I should try that again yet," she said feebly.

"Do you know what's going on?" Ronnie asked, laying her head back down on the soft, warm breasts. This tall, wonderful woman was very soft and warm, and very comforting.

"As much as anyone, I think," the woman said softly, squeezing her eyes tightly shut. "I'm Gabrielle, by the way."

"Of course you are," Ronnie muttered.

"What?" Gabby asked.

"Nothing." After a moment, Ronnie said, "Go on, tell me."

"Well, there are these bad guys in the Russian mafia," Gabby said, "and your friend got mixed up with them accidentally. I don't know why really, but they thought she was a spy and they're after her."

"Who are you?" Ronnie asked, intrigued.

"I'm the spy they thought she was," Gabby moaned, opening her eyes.

"Of course you are," Ronnie said.

"Why do you keep saying that?" Gabby asked. She'd never had many female friends, and apparently there was a secret code.

"Because," Ronnie said, sitting up, "you're perfect. Perfect face, perfect hair, perfect body, perfectly tall and perfectly hot. You're a super spy, and you probably Tango and know ballet and cook like a chef, and..." Ronnie looked away. "You're the woman I always wanted to be."

"Good lord," Gabby said. "Is Gwen like you?"

"No," Ronnie said, looking at Ronnie carefully, "Why?"

"Because the man of my dreams is in love with her, and for the life of me I can't figure out why. Not to be egotistical, but I think I should be able to give her a run for her money," Gabby said sadly, wishing she could put her hands on her face.

"Gwen is cute," Ronnie said, "and there's something about her that, I don't know. She's very special."

"Yeah," Gabby said, "I'll bet."

Gabby struggled to her knees and then got to her feet. Seeing the blood on the mattress she gave herself a cursory examination. When she didn't see any cuts or abrasions, she turned her attention to Ronnie. She couldn't see anything obvious, so she told Ronnie to turn around.

Gabby gasped. The back of Ronnie's shirt and skirt showed large bloodstains that gave the general indication of where she'd been cut. There wasn't much of her back that wasn't bloodied.

"My god," Gabby whispered, "I'm so sorry. Ronnie, I'm going to get you out of here safely, and we're going to kick Gwen's ass for involving you in this." Seeing Ronnie was about to argue, Gabby added, "Look, if you want, you can kick my ass for kicking Gwen's ass. Let's just get out of here, okay?"

"Gabrielle?" Ronnie called quietly, and when Gabby met her eyes Ronnie began to cry. "I don't mean to make things more complicated or anything, but I have to tell somebody."

"What?" Gabby asked, wondering what new drama was going to be thrown into the situation.

"He raped me," Ronnie said, and Gabby went to her, fell to her knees on the mattress, and put her head down on Ronnie's shoulder. She couldn't put her arms around her, but she was going to do her best to hold her.

"I'll get you out of here, Ronnie," Gabby promised, and she hoped she wasn't going to be proven a liar. Her own fear level rose to nearly eleven. She could handle beatings and even torture, but the thought of rape was too horrible to consider. If they hadn't already raped Ronnie, she wouldn't have thought even these creeps capable of it.

* * * * *

After nearly thirty minutes, Gwen decided to be proactive. She quickly showered, drying her hair as she picked out her clothes, putting on plain underwear, a short sleeved white blouse, and her black pencil skirt. Her pumps had a three inch heel, and she put on a necklace and earrings for effect. She wanted to seem calm and collected.

Her hair still damp, she brushed it out and then tousled it with her fingers. She didn't want it to look like she'd just gotten ready.

Steeling herself, Gwen left her home of three years and walked calmly to her next door neighbor's house and knocked. A few moments passed before the door opened, and Sergei looked down at her sternly for a moment before he smiled, making Gwen's blood run cold at the same time her tummy flip-flopped.

Sergei stepped aside, and Gwen entered his apartment. Sergei closed the door and locked it.

"Gwen," Sergei said, "you've been a large pain in my backside." His rich, deep voice and thick Russian accent made her feel tingly.

"I'm sorry, Sergei," she said, clasping her hands in front of her and looking down at the floor. "I'm sorry I ran away."

"Not yet, you aren't," Sergei said. Gwen felt tears in her eyes and she blinked them back. "You have caused your friend much pain." Gwen couldn't keep her eyes averted any longer, and she stepped forward, meeting his gaze and staring into his beautiful green eyes.

"Please don't hurt Ronnie!" Gwen cried. "Please, Sergei, please let her go. She's harmless! She won't bother you." Gwen took a deep breath, trying calm herself. "Sergei, I'll do anything you want."

Sergei laughed. "I know that you will, Pet. But there is more, isn't there? Tell me about your new lover." Gwen's mouth became dry.

"Ronnie is just a girl I met and we became friends. We didn't become lovers until very recently, so there's no reason to be jealous. I know she has money, but she's not important," Gwen said, and saw that while what she said interested Sergei, it wasn't what he wanted to hear.

"Tell me about the man, Pet," Sergei said, moving closer to her. "If you do not tell me everything that I want to know, I will drag the information from you."

"You mean Steve?" Gwen asked, making herself look confused. "He's not my lover. We've kissed, but we were just starting to date. He's a nice guy, and he fixed my car, but he's nobody special to me." After a pause she added, "Oh yeah, he's teaching me how to run, like to get healthy."

"Do you know who I am, Pet?" Sergei asked with some menace. Gwen blinked and looked embarrassed.

"You're Sergei Stenkow," she said, and then said, "Stetniko." She looked at him helplessly and said, "Okay, I don't know how to say your name. You're my neighbor, and you're a really hot guy who I had the best sex of my life with. You scared me, you scare me, and I ran away and made you angry."

"I'm sorry, Sergei. Please don't hurt Ronnie."

"And this Steve? What do you know about him?" Sergei asked darkly.

"Steve's in town for work. He does something with computers. I know he's going back to Los Angeles when his contract's up, and that's why I didn't want to start a relationship," Gwen said. "I know he's a widower, and I know his wife died three years ago. That's it," Gwen finished.

Sergei walked to his desk and opened a drawer. From inside it he pulled a large, black pistol, and he pointed it at Gwen's head. Gwen's knees gave out and she fell to the floor, sitting flat on her butt with her legs splayed in front of her. She closed her eyes tightly and waited for the shot, hoping it would be quick.

"You will die by my hand, my Pet," she heard Sergei say. "Whether that is now, or tomorrow, or in ten years, I will be the last sight you see. Do you understand this?" Gwen nodded, feeling the wetness of tears running down her cheeks.

"As long as you please me, Pet," Sergei said softly, "you will live. If you disobey me I will punish you, and if you disappoint me you will die."

Gwen opened her eyes and saw the Sergei still stood over her, his pistol still aimed at her head. She started to shake, fear overwhelming her, and she wondered how long she'd be able to maintain this charade before she either tried to run, or Sergei killed her.

* * * * *

Steve walked through Gwen's house, feeling strange. He'd been lost, just wandering, but almost as soon as he'd entered her apartment he'd felt something was amiss. He smelled Gwen's shampoo, and when he rushed into her bathroom he felt the moisture in the air.

Steve ran to Gwen's bedroom, where he saw the bedspread had been pulled from the window, and new, sweat soaked clothes lay atop the hamper. Gwen had come home, and she'd left again. Did they take her? Was she with Gabby now? Steve's anger and frustration grew, and he stared out the window at Stetsenko's house and trembled with barely suppressed rage.

Steve wanted to burst into Stetsenko's living room and kill him with his bare hands, but that would probably doom Gabby, and possibly Gwen. Steve inwardly kicked himself, reminding himself to keep Gwen's friend Ronnie in the mix. Like her or not, she was an innocent in all of this, the one person who most deserved rescue.

He had to find out where the women were being held, and without his surveillance equipment that meant he would have to follow Stetsenko. Steve turned and ran out of the apartment, going straight to his car and getting in. He was going to be ready for Stetsenko.

* * * * *

Gabby felt Ronnie cringe, pressing hard against her, when the door opened behind her. A thought occurred to her, and on impulse she dipped her head and kissed Ronnie. Either she was clued in, or just interested, because Ronnie returned the kiss a hell of a lot more passionately than Gabby had begun it.

The door closed, but Gabby still felt another presence in the room, so she continued kissing Ronnie. "It's all business," Gabby thought, feeling her body respond. "Good," she thought as her breasts tingled and her ass tightened, "that will make it seem more real."

The presence moved into the corner and in her peripheral vision, Gabby saw his was a big boy wearing a brown leather jacket. He had wild brown hair and a strong jaw, but he wasn't handsome. Stealing a glance at him, Gabby froze and she felt her insides tighten.

"Oh no," she thought, recognizing the man. "It's Pyotr Pyotrevich Krichankov, A.K.A Peter the Butcher," Gabby realized, and she felt very real terror. A small frightened noise escaped her when he smiled at her. She put her face into Ronnie's neck and kissed and nibbled passionately as she ran through everything she'd heard about the man. Every account, every rumor only made her horror grow. She would rather have been tied to a table in Jeffrey Dahmer's basement, than the Butcher's prisoner.

Pyotr approached the women, and he grabbed Gabby and threw her back to the mattress. He held up his hand and the silver blade flashed. Gabby screamed as she watched the arm slash downward, hacking at Ronnie, and she closed her eyes and looked away, horrified. She heard Ronnie scream and whine, but quickly realized that Ronnie should have either been screaming more, or have stopped.

Opening her eyes, Gabby saw Ronnie lying on the mattress, crying hysterically, completely naked and her arms free. She was surrounded by the sliced and torn rags that remained of the clothes she'd worn. The Butcher was coming for her then, and she steeled herself, closing her eyes.

"Kill me or cut my arms free, Bastard," Gabby thought, "I'm going to kill you if I live." As brave as she was, and as ready for what was about to happen, Gabby screamed when she felt his hand on her, and she kept screaming as his blade flashed over and around her.

Finally, Pyotr lifted Gabby by her still bound arms and dropped her next to Ronnie. He returned to the corner and leaned against it again, watching. Gabby ran through her options, and was completely taken aback when Ronnie licked across her nipple.

"I'll go first," Ronnie whispered, and she sucked Gabby's breast against her mouth and tickled the nipple with her tongue. Her hands roamed over Gabby's body, seemingly getting cooler as they went. It took a while for Gabrielle to realize the it was her skin warming, not the hands cooling that she felt.

Gabrielle lay back on her arms, her bound wrists low under her back and thrusting her hips upward. It wasn't comfortable, but it made her sex much more accessible. But Ronnie was smart, Gabby thought wonderingly, because she worked slowly, sucking Gabby's tits and licking and kissing all over them before moving very slowly lower, nibbling Gabby's tight tummy. Gabby moaned and writhed - to make it look more real.

Gabrielle looked down to see Ronnie and watched as she kissed lightly just above Gabby's pussy. Ronnie's legs were drawn up under her, and her ass was high. Gabby nearly wept when she saw the deep red of the slashes there. With soft, moist eyes, Gabby looked at Ronnie just as Ronnie looked up and met her gaze.

"Of course," Ronnie said, and at Gabby's confused expression, she elaborated. "Perfect pussy too." Ronnie's mouth then descended on Gabby's rather wet pussy, and she ran her tongue up and down her slit, pressing deep into the folds and making Gabrielle lay her head back and close her eyes as she moaned her pleasure softly.

Ronnie lapped up Gabby's juices and ran her tongue in circles around her slowly growing, thickening clit. "Ooh," Ronnie cooed softly, "Such a pretty little clitty." She put her lips around the little budding knob and sucked softly, making Gabby whine.

"Yes!" Gabby cried, running her hands over her body before rolling her nipples in her fingers. She had greatly misjudged Ronnie, she knew, and she would make it up to her by rescuing her from this hell hole. She assessed her situation, paused as a moan escaped her lips, breaking her concentration. Okay, Krichankov was leaning in the corner, watching Ronnie eating her pussy. His hands were in the pockets of his jacket, and Gabby felt he was probably fingering the blade he undoubtedly kept there. If they could lure him into joining the action, then she could use her legs to-

Ronnie slipped a finger into Gabrielle's tight, wet hole and she pulled lightly, sending a wave of pleasure through her and making her twist and whine. "Oh shit, yeah!" Gabrielle squealed, and Pyotr chuckled.

"You like that, Baby?" Ronnie asked as she took a breath before returning her mouth to Gabby's pussy and adding another finger inside her.

"Un-huh," Gabby moaned, her hips pressing down on Ronnie's slowly invading fingers. She was finding it hard to think at all, let alone come up with an escape plan.

"You, Slut," Pyotr said, his voice husky with desire, "Make sure her ass is ready for me. Make it wet with your tongue first." Ronnie looked briefly at Pyotr, horrified, but she knew he was very serious, and she pulled her fingers from Gabrielle's pussy and used them to pat and rub her clit while she moved her face a little lower. She closed her eyes tightly and her face scrunched up, her tongue jutting from her mouth.

Her tongue touched puckered flesh and she wiggled it over the tiny ridges, pushing a little against it. The high pitched squeak she heard from Gabrielle didn't sound like pain, anything but, and she pushed harder until she felt the tight ring of flesh envelope the tip of her tongue. Gabrielle moaned with pleasure, and Ronnie began to wiggle her tongue around, inwardly shrugging. Somewhere deep inside, she'd thought she'd be tasting shit, or worse, that it would be released into her mouth. As it was, her nose was pressed very near the entrance to Gabby's pussy, and her scent was intoxicating.

Gabrielle was lost, whirling uncontrolled inside her mind. She had to stop, to get control and concentrate on getting them out of there, but the stupid little bitch she was trying to rescue was not only playing with her clit, her nose pressing against and teasing her pussy, but she was giving her the rimming of her life, something Gabby had never thought she'd let anyone do, let alone enjoy. And enjoy it she did, as the tongue writhed and worked her surprisingly sensitive muscle, sending not waves or gentle pulses, but shocking jolts of pleasure through her that seemed to beam directly into her clit. With every ounce of her willpower, Gabrielle promised herself she would not orgasm.

"Fuck!" Gabrielle screamed, arching hard against Ronnie's face and shaking, her face flushing deeply as she came hard. Ronnie pulled away quickly, snorting to clear the cum that had gotten in her nose, and Pyotr laughed and walked closer to them. Ronnie was wiping her nose when he grabbed her by a large handful of her hair and shoved her face down onto Gabrielle's pussy.

"Eat it!" Pyotr growled, rubbing Ronnie's face in the hot, wet flesh. "Use your damned teeth! If I don't see marks I will mark you with my blade."

Ronnie began to weep with fear, and she sucked one of the tender inner labia between her lips, into her mouth, and after a moment of hesitation she bit down, hard. Gabrielle, still riding the ebb of her orgasm, screamed with pain. Ronnie bit again, her eyes tightly shut against the world, and then moved to Gabby's engorged clit. She licked it and then sucked it, and as she began to sob, Ronnie crushed it between her teeth, shouting in her mind to block Gabby's agonized screaming.

* * * * *

"I love you Sergei," Gwen said softly. She stood in front of him, gazing into his beautiful green eyes adoringly.

"Say it again," Sergei said, smiling, "louder, please. And say the rest."

"I love you Sergei," she said more loudly, "and I want to be your pet."

Sergei went to his window and peeked out again, his smile growing. Gwen was dying to know what he was looking at. He looked at her then, and his smiled froze her blood.

"Pet," he said, "you are going to accompany me to do some business. First, I want for you to go home and change into something appropriate to accompany an important man such as myself. I will get into my car and leave, but I will be gone for no more than ten minutes. You are to be waiting on the curb for me when I return."

Sergei took Gwen's jaw in his hand and he tilted her face up to look him directly in the eye. "And Pet," he said ominously, "If you are not suitably dressed, your friend will need to be pieced together like a puzzle for identification. Do you understand?"

Gwen's head was spinning and she nodded, going to the door and walking to her apartment. The idea that she had to dress up or Ronnie would die horribly was just too ludicrous. She was so deep in thought as she traveled between the houses that she failed to see Steve's frantic waving.

* * * * *

"Dammit Gwen!" Steve shouted inside his car, "Look over here!" He put his hand on the handle to open his door when he saw Stetsenko exit his house and walk to his car.

Steve was torn. He had to follow Stetsenko if he wanted to have any opportunity to rescue Gabby and the other woman, but his heart screamed at him to let him go and instead run to Gwen. Stetsenko's Jaguar pulled out of the driveway and began moving away, and after pounding his steering wheel with his fists and howling with frustration, Steve started his car and pulled away from the curb to follow Sergei.




Gwen's Journey Ch. 07



Steve grew more and more frustrated as Sergei drove. He didn't seem to be heading anywhere in particular, one minute driving downtown, and then once there heading for a suburb, and then heading back in the direction of his home. Steve didn't have the impression that Sergei knew he was being followed, but he was careful none the less.

He had guessed correctly, when after only driving around for about ten minutes, Sergei pulled to the curb in front of his house. As Steve approached slowly he saw that it wasn't his house, it was Gwen's, and Steve screamed with frustration and rage when he saw Gwen.

She was dressed in her flouncy black skirt, the short one he liked so much, with fishnet stockings and very high heels. Her top was also black, and it was tight. He hadn't seen that one, but he already loved the way it hugged her body and the low neck showed off her breasts. Her hair was slicked down, which gave her an air of nightclub sophistication. His heart pounded as he watched her, he wanted her so badly, and he couldn't help but howl again when she got into Sergei's car.

Sergei backed up and turned around, driving back toward Steve, and he slowed as he approached, stopping when the two driver's windows were even. Steve glared at Sergei, who lowered his window. Steve lowered his own window, his pistol ready in case Sergei pulled one himself.

"Hello Steve," Sergei said brightly, "American agent who has caused me so much troubles." Sergei sat back to give Steve a better view of Gwen in the passenger seat and said, "Gwen, darling, please tell this fool whose woman you are?"

Gwen looked first at Sergei, and then at Steve. She leaned over against Sergei's muscular shoulder and kissed it softly before saying, "I'm all yours, Baby."

"See? Now, go away and leave me to my business, Fool." Sergei was laughing when he pulled away, his window rising.

Steve laughed as he turned his car around to follow. He was determined to save Gwen, Gabby, and Ronnie. He was going to do this thing not because it was his job, and not because he owed anyone anything. He wasn't even going to do it so he could kill Stetsenko, though he would.

Steve was going to do it because while Gwen had been snuggling Stetsenko and kissing his shoulder, her eyes had been burning directly into Steve's when she'd spoken. She wasn't talking to you, you son of a bitch, Steve laughed again. She was making you think she was, while she was talking directly to me. "I'm all yours, Baby," she'd said, and Steve wasn't going to let her get away.

*-*-*-*-*

I'm away from computers for a while when this posts, but I will attempt to get the next chapter up as quickly as possible. My apologies for the delay, to those who have been following the tale thus far. In the mean time, please continue to let me know your feelings. The first response I received to the last installment asked that I not kill Ronnie. Well, it wouldn't be me doing the deed, and so far so good, right? No promises though.

Thanks!



Gwen's Journey Ch. 08



Part 8 – Surrender

*** Warning *** Some bad things happen and some graphic violence occurs. If you do not care to read this, either stop now, or when you see violence occurring or imminent, simply skip down to the next "story break" (* * * * *). Thank you.



Gwen had done as Sergei had asked, dressing in her flouncy black skirt that showed off so much of her legs, her tight black silk top, sleeveless and low necked to show her cleavage. The fine mesh black fishnets were always popular, as were her black leather booties with a five inch heel. They were hell to walk in, but as Herb, her ex, used to say, "Baby, you don't have to walk in 'em."

She sat back in the leather seat of Sergei's Jaguar, hoping against hope that the big man next to her would take her to Ronnie. Gwen had gotten Ronnie involved in this mess, and she promised herself that she'd get her out of it. But as they drove through the city, heading toward the lake, Gwen had a sinking feeling that Sergei would require more from her than a simple change of clothes. Her fears were confirmed when he pulled the car into the lot behind the lake front Best Western. Ten minutes later she was entering the dark, musty room, followed closely by Sergei. He closed the door behind her and she heard it lock, trying to keep herself from whining at the sound.

"Come, my Pet," Sergei said, holding out his hand to Gwen, and she smiled and took it. Pain and bewilderment accompanied her descent to the floor, where she sat, rubbing her cheek. She looked up at Sergei who was still smiling softly.

"I told you there would be punishment for your running away, Pet," Sergei said, and he pulled his tight white t-shirt off, showing all of those tight, hard, beautiful muscles that had attracted her to him in the first place. Gwen stayed on the floor looking up at him, feeling tears of fear fill her eyes.

"Please, Sergei," Gwen whispered hoarsely, "I'll never run away again. I'll do anything you want me to."

"I know," Sergei said, taking Gwen's hands and pulling her to her feet. "I don't believe we were followed, but I am going to take great pleasure with you, and all the better if that fool is waiting outside." He pulled Gwen to him and kissed her, his tongue searching her mouth, and despite herself, Gwen found herself responding to him.

Gwen closed her eyes and trembled when Sergei lifted her top up and took it off, the silk whispering across her skin delightfully. He brushed his lips across hers, as light as a feather, and Gwen's breathing quickened, her trembling body alive and waiting for his touch.

His lips closed on her chest, kissing her softly, trailing those kisses to the side until he met the thin black strap of her bra. He moved lower then, and Gwen put her fingers in his hair as his mouth followed the contour of her breast. He kissed the spot immediately between her breasts, and was following the curve of the other when his hands closed around them, touching only the fabric of her lacy black bra.

Gwen's sensitive nipples pressed out at the sheer fabric, and Sergei's thumbs found them easily, rubbing in small circles that made Gwen pant and her knees weaken. His lips continued to move, nipping at her collarbone and then tracing up her neck to nuzzle her ear. Then his lips were on hers, and Gwen kissed Sergei hungrily, sucking and biting at his lips, pushing her tongue into his mouth.

When their lips parted, Gwen opened her eyes and gazed through a fog of lust into Sergei's brilliant, dark green eyes. Those eyes had made her his pet, and she desperately wanted her freedom, but not as much as she needed his touch, his smile.

He was smiling, his perfect white teeth showing. She saw he was breathing harder too, and he lowered his face to her breast and sucked a nipple into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue as she gasped with pleasure. She glanced around confusedly before surrendering again to the sensations, though she did give him credit for removing her bra without her even noticing.

Her breasts were always sensitive, and her nipples seemed directly connected to her womb. Each gentle suck or squeeze sent bolts of pleasure through her body, thrumming like the string on a guitar being plucked. She felt gooey inside, cursing herself for not being able to describe the rarefied sensation. She remembered telling Ronnie that it felt like a spot inside her, about an inch below her belly button, was turned to warm butter-creme, or maybe marshmallow fluff. Ronnie said she understood, but Gwen doubted her. All she knew for certain was that it made her feel like a girl.

Lost in the bliss of his lips on her other breast now, Gwen almost missed it when Sergei slowly pulled her skirt over her hips. She stepped out of it and shook with anticipation. She ached for him to touch her there, to release the passion and bring her ultimate joy.

And then his hand closed on her swollen mound, only the fishnet material separating him from her. She moaned happily when he squeezed her whole pussy in his hand, and she pressed against him, feeling her clit rubbing the heel of his thumb. His lips were on her ear, his breath hot and exciting.

"Are you a slut, Pet?" Sergei whispered.

"I'm your slut, Sergei," she moaned softly, "but only your's." She felt him shrug, and then he squeezed harder, hard enough to bring pain, but not to hurt. Gwen moaned loudly as her pussy became creamy, Sergei's palm wet.

"Unless I tell you otherwise," Sergei whispered, "you will dress appropriately, Pet."

"I will next time," she gasped, helplessly humping against his big, firm hand. "I promise, Sergei." He released her pussy then, and using both hands, he tore the flimsy netting away, opening a hole around her crotch. Gwen moaned again with excitement. That could only mean that he was preparing to take her, and she wanted that more than anything.

Sergei turned her around and pushed her to the bed, slapping her ass with a mutually satisfying smack. Gwen crawled onto the bed on her hands and knees, and felt Sergei's fingers in her auburn hair, guiding her around to face him. She wanted him so badly that her mouth watered as she fumbled with his belt and trousers, letting out a gleeful giggle when his pants fell to his ankles.

She tugged at his boxers, pulling them down his muscular thighs, and Sergei's uncircumcised cock leaped up and bobbed in front of her. He still held her hair, holding her down so that she had to keep her palms flat of the bed to keep from falling. He thrust with his hips and his cock bounced against Gwen's cheek, leaving a trail of precum there. Another thrust found her waiting, wanting mouth, and Sergei sighed contentedly as he began to slowly fuck Gwen's face.

She used her tongue and moved her head to give Sergei the most contact, an ever changing wet hole to bury his cock in. He slid his cock in and out of her mouth slowly, gently, and Gwen felt a thrill of satisfaction when he moaned quietly. A little popping sound accompanied his cock being pulled from between her lips, and Gwen groaned softly, unable to suppress her smile.

"You are truly my pet, aren't you?" Sergei asked quietly, his rolling deep voice like warm molasses. Gwen looked up into his eyes and nodded, wondering why she was misting up. He nudged her, and Gwen turned to crawl to the pillows, feeling the bed settle as Sergei climbed on after her. She felt his strong hands on her hips, stopping her, and she instinctively raised her ass and moved her legs apart for him.

And then he was inside her, and Gwen cried out at the sensation of her lover's cock filling her totally. His hands moved over her bare back, rough against the softness of her hot skin, and Gwen moaned softly. His manhood slipped in and out of her pussy slowly, building the sensations of pleasure within her, satisfying yet increasing the ache that she felt.

Crying out more loudly, Gwen bit down on her lip, thinking briefly that the way he felt inside her was how she had always dreamed it should be. She gave herself over to the sensations, hardly needing to tighten herself on him as her body did so naturally.

Sergei leaned over her, his lips on her shoulder, and he took her gently swaying breasts in his hands. He squeezed them roughly, in contrast to the most gentle movements he made inside her, and Gwen hissed through her teeth and put her head back until it touched his. He licked her ear, and his hot breath on her ear and neck intensified the sensations she felt, making her moan loudly.

"Oh god, Baby," she mewled, "You're gonna make me come. Please make me come, Baby." His hands roughly squeezed and fondled her breasts and his cock thrust into her hard then, faster. "Yeah Baby, fuck me with your big, fat cock!"

Sergei instantly released her breasts and he sat up, shoving himself into her so violently that Gwen cried out. His open hand landed on her ass with a loud crack, and Gwen squealed with shock and pain, tears leaping to her eyes.

"If I wanted a street whore," he growled, "I'd buy one. My pet should watch her manners." Gwen sobbed even as she shuddered with delight, her body so close to orgasm that she was humping back against him.

"I'm sorry, Baby," she whined, "I'll be good." Her back arched and she humped her hips quickly, rubbing her fully engorged clit against his fast pumping member. "I'll be good, Baby," she whined, her girlish voice higher and keening. "Please, don't stop!"

Her orgasm hit her hard, and her body rose up and slapped against Sergei's powerful torso. She reached back behind his neck and pulled his head closer to her, and she kissed his cheek and jaw and cried out against his skin. He grabbed her breasts again, twisting her nipples and sending more thrumming sensations into her already pulsating ecstasy, and Gwen bit down hard on her lip to stifle the stream of swearing that threated to explode from her.

She was still orgasmic when Sergei pulled himself from inside her and rolled Gwen onto her back. Obediently, she raised and spread her legs for him, grabbing her legs behind her thighs and holding them firmly. She watched her beautiful lover move in between her legs, and he grasped her ankles firmly, looking down as he stabbed at her with his prick.

The first four thrusts sent her through the roof as he missed and stroked his full length between her pulsating labia and over her throbbing clit. His fifth thrust was true, and his cock filled her again, making Gwen squeal with joy. She twisted her nipples between her fingers, wishing she could make it feel as good as when Sergei did it, whining and crying out her pleasure as he pounded into her, his fat balls bouncing against her.

Seeing him through a haze, Gwen smiled when Sergei delicately removed one of her shoes, and then the other, tossing them aside before continuing to slide into her. He'd slowed again, and Gwen was enraptured by the wonderful sensations he unlocked within her.

He threw a leg over hers, and Gwen felt his balls dragging over her thigh with each thrust, the new angle of penetration driving her wild. One hand twisted her nipple while the other had inexplicably moved to her face, and she frenetically sucked her thumb. She bit down hard on it when another orgasm hit her, and her cries almost drowned out Sergei's passion-filled groans.

Her whole body weak and trembling, Gwen rolled onto her belly, laying flat on the bed, and she whined as she pulled off of his manhood. She lay there with her arms at her sides, panting rapidly and shaking with the tremors of her orgasm and aftershocks.

An explosion of delicious pleasure shot through her when she felt Sergei's hardness press against her tiny sphincter, and she whined helplessly. She'd always meant to learn, to prepare herself for anal sex, but she had always chickened out, had never used the training plug that Ronnie had gotten for her. Now her lover was pressed hard against her, and Gwen bit down on her lip and tensed for the coming invasion.

She sighed and cooed softly when he repositioned and filled her pussy again, his body now on hers and pressing her down into the mattress. She felt him getting more forceful, ramming himself into her with abandon, and the combination of him completely inside her while his hot, hard body pressed against hers set off a series of flashes of ecstasy inside her.

"Oh god," she whispered, her girlish voice thick and husky, "You're coming inside me."

"Yes, Pet," Sergei groaned between ragged breaths. He tensed on her and grunted with fast little panting breaths until he cried out something in Russian. Gwen felt him inside her, knew that his cum had filled her and was mingling with her own cum inside her.

Her vision dimmed and she slurred softly, "Thank you, Baby."

Several long minutes passed while Sergei slowly regained his breath, and finally he rolled off of Gwen onto his back, next to her. Like a wounded soldier in a movie, Gwen dragged herself onto him, her face pressed to his chest, listening to the bass drumbeat of his heart. Her thigh was on his, her arm stretched over him possessively. All thoughts besides those of contentment were gone.

* * * * *

Steve was insane with jealous anger. He'd watched them go into the room almost two hours earlier, and he knew they weren't playing tiddlywinks. His mind filled with images of Gwen's body under Stetsenko's, their forms replacing those of the actors in every porn film he'd ever seen. The only thing Steve couldn't reconcile was the question of cooperation.

Steve couldn't decide whether Gwen was up in the room screwing Stetsenko because he was forcing her to, through either force or threat, or if that was her excuse to spread her legs for the handsome, exotic criminal. Either way, Stetsenko had his dick in the girl Steve loved, and there wasn't a blessed thing he could do about it.

Not yet, anyway.

* * * * *

Ronnie pulled her face away from Gabrielle's bruised and bleeding pussy, tasting blood in her mouth and feeling the gorge rise in her throat. Gabrielle's screams had stopped, and she only whined and whimpered as pain continued to wrack her body.

Pyotr grabbed Ronnie's hair and pulled her head back and away from Gabrielle's crotch, smiling as he surveyed the damage. He walked to the center of the room, dragging Ronnie behind him by her hair as she scrambled to crawl after him. He threw her down to the floor and when she looked up she saw he had opened his pants and was pushing them, and his shorts, down to his knees.

She shuddered at the sight of his engorged cock, not the largest she'd had, but impressive none the less, and her mind filled with images of it forced into her ass. Her eyes filled with tears as she willed her body to relax, fighting the tremors deep within her.

"Please," Ronnie begged, her voice small, "don't hurt me anymore."

Pyotr dropped to his knees between Ronnie's legs, and he fell forward, crushing her body to the hard, cold floor with his body. In an instant he was inside her, thrusting forcefully and mindless of her lack of wetness. Ronnie whined with pain, unable to so much as catch her breath with the weight of the large man pressing onto her.

She gasped when he pushed himself up onto an elbow, his hips continuing to ram his hardness deeply into her, and Ronnie crossed her arms over her breasts, closing her eyes. There was a clack of metal on metal, and Ronnie opened her eyes to see that Pyotr had taken the pistol from his coat pocket. He held the muzzle to her temple, the pressure of the cold steel sharp against her tender skin.

"You are a pizda," Pyotr grunted, continuing his forceful assault on her deepest womanhood, "Make me feel like you are enjoying having my yelda inside you!" He smacked the barrel of the gun against her cheek and hissed, "Show me you like my fucking as much as you do!"

Ronnie felt blood trickle past her ear from the new cut on her cheek, and she moved her arms a little and began to massage her breasts softly. She shook with deep tremors of humiliation as she clamped down with her cunt on Pyotr's cock and softly stroked her fingers across her nipples.

"Leave her alone, you son of a bitch," Gabrielle moaned from the mattress, and Pyotr began to laugh.

"Pray she pleases me," he chuckled, "or you will be wearing her brains when I tear your zhopa apart."

* * * * *

Gwen lay across Sergei's chest, placing soft kisses on his smooth skin, tasting him, their mingled sweat, and the fresh tears she secretly shed. Her fingertips ran over his hot skin, and she felt his fingers in her hair, softly brushing through it affectionately. She couldn't look up into his beautiful eyes without betraying herself she knew, but what betrayal would he see?

Were her tears from the act of pretending to feel real desire and satisfaction as he forced her to fuck him, or because of her shame, that she'd really wanted him and had taken great pleasure from his touch? She hated Sergei and all that he stood for. She hated him for hurting Ronnie and for being a truly villainous person.

As her lips strayed down across his hard, toned belly to kiss and lick at his spent cock, sweet and sticky with their co-mingled cum, and her fingers softly caressed his large, hairy balls, Gwen knew in her heart that she desired Sergei. She put her lips around the end of him and she used her fingers to slide back his foreskin. She played her tongue over the sticky softness of the head of his shaft, and she began to stroke him slowly, feeling his foreskin sliding down and then returning to press against her lips.

He began to respond, his penis growing plump and more firm, and Gwen tasted the sticky precum that her tongue swiped away even as it formed droplets at his tip. He grew harder inside her mouth, making Gwen's body warm, delicious tingles running through her.

Sergei pushed Gwen's head down, forcing his length into her throat and making her gag and choke on it. Finally she had her excuse and she let the tears flow freely as her throat convulsed. He held her there as pain began to throb in her temples, dark stars exploding behind her eyes as her body screamed for air.

Sergei yanked her head off of him and he held her by her hair, facing him, meeting his eyes. She choked and coughed, streamers of saliva running from her mouth to his fully erect cock, and as she lost herself in the deep green of his eyes, Gwen knew that she hated Sergei for making her want him, most of all.

She moved up his body and straddled his hard, lean midsection. Holding him upright, Gwen lowered her already aching pussy onto him, taking him slowly inside her, and feeling a shame-filled ecstasy at his contented sigh of pleasure. One hand clenching her hair at the back of her head, the other twisting her tight, sensitive breast, Gwen rolled her hips, moving Sergei's glorious member inside her. She moaned loudly with passionate joy. Her body loved this man she hated so much.

She opened her eyes and saw Sergei watching her, his eyes moving over her body as her hips humped frantically against his cock, rubbing her clit against the root. She saw the desire in his eyes, saw that he liked her body, the way that she looked, the way that she felt. A wave of joy coursed through her, and Gwen bit down on her hand to stifle the cry it released. Wetness filled her tight, grasping cunt, and Gwen whined quietly while her body shook.

Still confused by her mind's inability to lock down a single coherent thought, Gwen felt herself rolled onto her back. The breath was forced from her when her legs were bent far back, her knees to either side of her breasts, her own open, wet pussy right in front of her face. Gwen grasped her legs behind her knees and she held them tightly in place as she watched Sergei squat over her, lowering his turgid cock into her pussy.

He entered her smoothly, and Gwen's head snapped back against the pillows as she cried out loudly. His cock felt so fucking good inside her that she found herself praying that it would never end, that he could keep moving inside her forever. He grabbed her thighs just below her hands and he bore down on her as his thrusts came faster. Gwen's hands were free then, and one twisted her nipples savagely while the other sought and found her clit and began to stroke it roughly.




Gwen's Journey Ch. 08



"Oh yeah, Baby!" Gwen cried, feeling another orgasm, a powerful, throbbing rush of sensation building inside her, threatening to explode. Sergei was pounding his meat into her, seemingly careless of any need she might have, but in doing so he fed her desires until she couldn't contain herself.

Sergei shouted with joy at the same moment Gwen felt herself drawn into her orgasm, her body as hot as a star, as tight as spring steel, and then release. She floated in a sea of ecstasy, the only sounds her own rasping breath and the thunder of her heart in her ears, the only sensation a mind-numbing pleasure that washed over her, through her, with explosive peaks when her walls tightened around the hardness of Sergei's wonderful cock.

And then Sergei was gone, and her lower body flopped uselessly to the bed. Tremors, aftershocks, coursed through her, making her shake and coo. She touched her body, feeling her hot, slick skin, every nerve ending thrumming with electric pleasure. It had never been so good, and while that should have bothered her, Maggie just didn't care.

She realized that she was sucking her fingers, and it struck her as funny. She giggled, and looked to Sergei to share her humor, but he was standing, his pants on already, pulling his t-shirt on. She saw real affection in his gorgeous green eyes for a moment, an instant that sent another shockwave rolling through her, and then his eyes were hard again.

"Get dressed, Pet," he said, and she was peeved that he wasn't even out of breath. "We have places we must go." She rolled slowly up to sit on the edge of the bed, flexing her toes on the carpeting and feeling completely at peace as fluid rushed from her to pool and stain the bedspread. She jumped when Sergei's palm slammed down on a little table.

"Now!" he said sharply, "Get dressed, or I will drag you to my car, naked and dripping for the world, and the fool, to see."

She moved quickly then, pulling on her clothes without so much as toweling her body first. Her body had been hot before, rosy with the afterglow of sex, but she felt her face and neck grow hotter still as she realized that Steve had probably been only yards away when she'd given herself completely to his enemy.

* * * * *

Ronnie's long leg was wrapped behind Pyotr's back, her foot pressing against his ass, pushing him against her. She whined with pleasure as his fat cock stretched her hot, slick pussy. One of his hands still held the pistol to her face, but the other was in her hair, his fingers tangled in her long, blonde tresses.

"Yes," Pyotr gasped, "this is good. Your pizda is wet for me, and you cannot hide your desire! Feel yourself clamping down on my cock, Slut?" He grinned evilly as he put his face close to hers, stared directly into her wide, blue eyes. "Your body betrays you, Slut. I can feel your true desire to have me."

Gabrielle closed her eyes tightly and shook her head. Any woman worth her salt knew how to make her pussy grab. Hell, she wasn't even that experienced, and she'd taught herself using a dildo, just to make herself feel good. She tried to shut out the wet, slurping noises and the cries of fear and pain, thinly disguised as passion.

She imagined sneaking up onto her feet and attempting to attack Pyotr, but every scenario she thought of ended with him shooting her, shooting Ronnie, or just beating the hell out of them. As long as her arms were so tightly bound behind her, Gabby knew she didn't have a chance.

She noticed a change in Pyotr's breathing, a quickening, and she began to pay attention to the way his pale white ass was clenching as he thrust into Ronnie. She saw his stark white butt spasming out of time with his thrusts and breathing, and she got the feeling he was about to lose it. She looked fearfully at Ronnie, at the gun pressed against the side of her face, and she hoped that when he popped, he wouldn't accidentally pull the trigger.

Ronnie arched beneath Pyotr then, her body shaking and a long, loud squeal of pleasure escaping her. Pyotr tossed the gun aside, sending it spinning across the floor to the wall opposite Gabby's location, and he planted both palms firmly on the floor. His thrusts became frantic, driving into Ronnie so forcefully that she couldn't hide the pain she felt any longer. With a shout, Pyotr's body tensed, his ass tightly clenched, and he shook for several long moments.

He drew in a deep breath, and then got to his knees before standing. He was such a big, strong, athletic guy, Gabby was impressed that Ronnie had been good enough to cause him to stagger when he pulled up his shorts and pants. Zipping his fly, Pyotr retrieved his gun from the floor. He uncocked the hammer and put it into his pocket, all the while staring down at Ronnie's writhing body. She was apparently going through some powerful aftershocks of her own, and was senseless.

Pyotr pointed a finger at Gabby, and he winked, smiling as he did, and then walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. The intent of the gesture was clear: You're next.

As soon as the door was closed, Ronnie stopped writhing and curled into a ball. On her side, facing away from Gabrielle, her body shook with deep sobs as she wept at her humiliation.

"Ronnie," Gabrielle called softly, and she tried again when she got no response. Her pussy pained her in a thousand places, the bruises and flesh piercing bites stinging and burning her most sensitive skin.

"Leave me alone," Ronnie sobbed, but she rolled onto her hands and knees and crawled over to lie down on the mattress next to Gabrielle. She flinched, but didn't pull away when Gabrielle rolled onto her side and spooned with her.

"I don't blame you, Sweety," Gabrielle whispered. "I know you did what you had to do, and I don't blame you," she said, and her own body was suddenly wracked by deep sobs. "I could tell that you were trying to resist, avoiding the places you knew would hurt me the most." Her shoulder began to burn, and she rolled onto her stomach to ease the tension.

"Someone's going to come and get us out of here, right?" Ronnie whispered as she rolled onto her side next to Gabrielle and put her arm over her back.

"No," Gabrielle said, very softly. "We can't count on anyone." She turned her head and looked into Ronnie's blue eyes that were red from crying. "Once, I would have said that someone was coming, that he'd move Heaven and Earth to rescue us, but he's useless now. He can't keep his mind on the mission anymore, not since Gwen got into his head."

"Tell me about him," Ronnie said, leaning her face close to Gabrielle's. "I can see you care about him."

Gabrielle rolled her eyes, annoyed that Ronnie wanted to talk about Steve when they should have been planning their escape. She closed her eyes and took a deep, calming breath, and when she opened her eyes she saw the caring in Ronnie's expression. Something about her was solid, a strength now that hadn't been there before.

"Steve is a great guy," Gabrielle said, "and I do love him. I watched him marry someone else, and then when she was killed I stood back to let him heal. I was going to tell him how I felt, and he went and fell for Gwen." She took another breath to calm herself, to keep from descending into helpless, hopeless tears.

"Steve?" Ronnie asked. "That big guy who fixed her car? He really likes her?" Gabrielle nodded, and Ronnie smiled. "She's gaga for him," Ronnie said quietly.

Gabrielle put her face down into the mattress and tried to calm herself, to center herself for the coming minutes. She was surprised when Ronnie sat up and started to fumble with her bonds, and even more surprised when she managed to loosen and even remove some of the tape that had tightly held her arms immobile.

"I can't do anything about the handcuffs," Ronnie whispered, but Gabrielle was already moving, rolling onto her back and pulling her thighs up tightly to her chest. Ronnie watched with amazement as Gabrielle worked her handcuffed wrists down around her bottom to her knees, and then put her legs through.

Gabrielle got to her feet quickly, moving like a gymnast, but as soon as she stood upright she let out a cry and collapsed to her knees again before falling forward onto the mattress. After several breaths, she got back up onto her knees and looked at Ronnie, tears streaming down her face.

"It really hurts to stand," Gabrielle hissed through clenched teeth, and Ronnie moaned and began to weep again. "Stop that!" Gabrielle said, rising onto her feet, her legs shaking. Ronnie moved to stand in front of Gabrielle, supporting her, and Gabby put her arms around the small woman and held her.

Impulsively, Ronnie leaned up and pressed her lips to Gabrielle's, kissing her passionately. After a moment, Gabrielle reciprocated, but more tenderly.

"What was that for?" Gabrielle asked, slightly breathless when the kiss ended.

"I don't know," Ronnie said, and she started to speak again, but had trouble finding the words.

The door swung open and Pyotr stepped inside. He saw the shreds of silvery tape on the floor and the naked women embracing, and he smiled. Gabrielle lifted her arms up over Ronnie, releasing her, and Ronnie bolted to the corner of the room, standing with her back tightly to the wall.

Pyotr walked calmly up to Gabrielle, and she tensed, ready for his attack, or so she thought. She fell to the mattress without a sound, dropping as if pole-axed when Pyotr sent his massive fist into the center of her face, crushing her nose. He reached down and grabbed the chain connecting her cuffs and dragged her behind him with ease as he walked back to the door. He pulled her senseless body into the hall and closed the door behind him, leaving Ronnie to burst into helpless tears.

* * * * *

Gwen hadn't seen Steve or his car when Sergei had lead her to his Jaguar. All hope seemed to drain out of her at that moment when Sergei closed her door, sealing her inside the plush interior. Her mind raced as they drove, and even though she still trembled with the occasional aftershock, she didn't allow herself to be distracted.

"Sergei, baby?" Gwen tried, staring out the windshield nonchalantly, "What do I have to do to get you to let Ronnie go?"

"You are going to do anything I tell you to do," he replied easily, not taking his attention from driving, "or anything you think I would wish." He turned into an alley and was navigating between garbage and industrial dumpsters when he said, "You involved someone else, which was not my doing. Anything that happens to her is because you did not obey me in the first place."

"Don't you think I know that?" Gwen shouted, turning her upper body to face him. "I never meant to involve Ronnie! I just went to visit a friend." She calmed herself when she saw his anger at her impertinence, and she reached out and caressed his muscular arm, shivering inwardly at the feel of his hard muscle.

"Sergei," she whispered, "I need you to let Ronnie go. I'll talk to her. No matter what's happened, I can convince her to keep quiet."

"We shall see, Pet," Sergei said as he pulled to a stop behind a big warehouse building. They got out, and Sergei lead Gwen around to a steel fire door. He knocked five times After a moment the door opened and they went inside.

The warehouse floor was crowded by crates, but a big area had been cleared well inside, by a staircase that went up to a second floor hallway. There were two stout wooden chairs in the middle of the area, and to the side was a big work table covered with machine parts, magazines, and leftover fast food restaurant garbage.

The man from the mall, in the black leather coat, stood near the table, while another man, a big, dangerous looking man in a brown leather jacket, sat on one of the chairs. Sergei spoke Russian to the men, and black coat, Vassily, Gwen thought she heard, hugged Sergei and they kissed each other's cheeks. Gwen shifted uncomfortably while Vassily looked her over, and she saw Sergei exchange nods of recognition with the man in the brown jacket.

More Russian was spoken, and Brown Jacket got up and went up the stairs. Sergei and Vassily spoke in Russian with one another, and even though she didn't understand a word, the looks Vassily gave her made her blush furiously.

Another man entered the area, a younger, blond man, and he joined the conversation. She heard the tone change, and Vassily bolted up the stairs, while the blond (Yvonne, maybe?) went back through the crates toward the fire door.

The big man appeared at the top of the stairs, dragging what appeared to be a sack of potatoes behind him. He had dragged it roughly down half of the stairs before Gwen gasped, realizing it was a naked woman. Her hands were cuffed together, and the big man dragged her body down the stairs and across the cement floor to one of the chairs. He lifted her into it and punched her in the face, making head snap back before it lolled forward.

He unfastened her cuffs and tossed them underhanded onto the work table. Using a strip of leather, he then tied her arms together tightly behind the back of the chair. Gwen's heart went out to the poor woman, her face swollen and bruised, her body scraped and cut from being dragged. She must have been beautiful, Gwen thought, wondering who she was.

"Peter does good work," Sergei said to Gwen, and she watched Peter take off his jacket and lay it on the work table. He lifted a beer can and swished it around before going back over to the woman and pouring the contents out over her head.

The woman sputtered and coughed before moaning with pain. She looked at Peter with obvious terror, and then at Sergei with recognition. When she looked at Gwen, her eyes widened slightly, and Gwen would have sworn her look was somehow...appraising. She felt like she'd just met a boyfriend's ex.

"Nothing has been done to you that will not heal," Sergei said, stepping forward to face the woman. "Tell me what I want to know, and we will release you unharmed." He let that sink in for a moment, and then added, "Or you can resist and I will see to it you beg for death. My friend here," he indicated Peter, "has been telling me about a technique that I am eager to see for myself. He swears, and I have no reason to doubt him, that inserting a common street rat into a woman's cunt will cause it to tunnel until it can chew the way to freedom."

"My name is Gabrielle Sanders and I work for the Federal Bureau of Investigation, out of the Los Angeles office. I'm a Surveillance Technician, which means I listen to and record conversations, which I send to my superiors for analysis. I have no idea what this is all about, and I really, really want to go home please."

Gwen was disgusted by Gabrielle's complete lack of resolve. Had she really been cowed by such an obviously ridiculous threat? Gwen shook her head and was thankful there were real agents, brave men of action, like Steve, to really take care of things. She saw Sergei put his car keys and his big cell phone down on the work table.

Gwen jumped when Peter drove his fist into the side of Gabrielle's head, snapping it around. He pulled her head upright by her long, dark brown hair, and Sergei asked, "What is your name?"

"Gabrielle Sanders," she slurred, and Peter backhanded her mouth, snapping her head back and then forward again. He lifted her again by her hair.

"What is your name?" Sergei asked again, and Gwen hugged herself and averted her eyes from the swollen, bleeding face of Gabrielle.

"Gabwell Fanderf," she answered weakly, and Gwen winced at the sound of another blow.

"What is your name?" Sergei repeated again, and Gwen's heart broke when she heard Gabrielle begin to cry, weeping piteously and loudly. There was the sound of a slap, and Sergei repeated the question again.

"Gabell Fanowf," she whined between sobs. Gwen saw Sergei nod and cross his arms.

"Who do you work for, Gabrielle?" Sergei asked, and Gwen chanced a peek at Gabrielle, her head held up by her hair again, the lower part of her face swollen, her lips fat and split, bleeding freely.

"Fedwul B-Buwoh," she paused as sobs wracked her again, and then moaned, "FBI."

The sound of Gabrielle's scream was almost simultaneous with the sharp crack of the blow to her face, and Gwen turned her back to them and leaned hard on the work table, her head hanging. She sniffled and blinked away tears and she shuddered when Sergei asked, "Who do you work for, Gabrielle?"

* * * * *

Steve moved slowly around the warehouse building, carefully searching for sentries, but not finding any. Either they were supremely confident, or their resources were stretched thin. He knew that Gwen and Stetsenko were inside, and he could only pray that Gabby and the Driscoll woman, Ronnie, were inside as well. He moved silently up the decaying ladder of the ancient fire escape to the second level, where he found a frosted window propped open with a block of wood.

Sliding the window open, Steve thought again about calling the situation in, but there were too many variables and most of the scenarios he could work out would result in the deaths of everyone involved unless he acted immediately. Steve climbed into the open window, into a small room with an old wooden door. The floor creaked loudly under his weight, but only once, and Steve hoped he was still undetected.

He could hear a woman crying softly through the wall, and his heart yearned for Gwen and Gabby. Opening the wooden door, Steve saw that the hallway only had two other doors and ended at a descending stairway. He slowly moved out, playing his gun along the hall, turning his head to look back along the corridor. A man stood there, dressed in a black leather coat and holding a rather vicious looking pistol trained on Steve's head.

"Good evening," the man said in a thick Russian accent. "Please to be putting down your weapon before," his voice rose in volume, "I blow your fuckings head off!" Steve didn't hesitate, placing his gun on the floor and putting his hands behind his neck, fingers laced together. The man in black leather motioned to indicate the stairs, and Steve walked slowly to them.

When he stood at the top of the stairs he looked down and saw Gwen, Stetsenko, and another Russian standing beside Gabby. She was naked and tied to a chair in the center of the room, and she didn't look like they were being gentle with her. He took the first step when the Russian behind him kicked out, sending Steve off balance and stumbling down the stairs. He never quite lost his feet, but it was a close thing.

"Steve!" Gwen shouted, and when Steve looked at her he saw that Stetsenko was looking at her too, and he didn't look pleased. "Why are you following me around, you motherfucker?" Gwen shouted at him, putting her fists on her hips and staring defiantly at him. "My boyfriend is going to teach you what happens when you stalk the wrong girl." Gwen pointed at Steve, but her eyes flicked to Gabby when she asked, "Is that a zinger, or what, Asshole?"

"Yeah," Steve spat out, "That's a real zinger you've got there. I wasn't stalking you. I thought I cared for you."

"What is this zinger?" Stetsenko asked Gwen, who kept her eyes on Steve.

"Zinger," she said, "Like a stupid mistake. He made a stupid mistake following after me." Sergei looked to his compatriots, but none of them could detect any hidden meaning. Only Steve saw the subtle shake of Gabrielle's head.

* * * * *

Vassily, wearing his black coat, shoved Steve roughly forward, toward a stout wooden chair next to Gabrielle. Gwen watched with horror as Peter brought his gun down on the back of Steve's head, behind his ear, sending him to his hands and knees on the cement floor. She stifled a cry of concern as Sergei pulled her in close and kissed her passionately. She returned his kiss, her hand moving to the back of his neck as she did. She knew Steve was watching as he climbed into the chair, and she felt Sergei's big hands caress her ass while the big man tied Steve's hands behind his back.




Gwen's Journey Ch. 08



Sergei broke the kiss and slapped Gwen's ass as he went over to stand in front of Steve and Gabrielle. "I can tell you still desire the woman," Sergei said with a smile, "but she is mine, and always has been." He grinned triumphantly and boasted, "Even now she is filled with my seed. She begged me for it." Sergei watched Steve's expression as he lifted Gabby's chin and looked at her battered face. 

"This one says she knows nothing except that she was tasked with listening to and recording my conversations," Sergei said, and he took out a large, silver-plated automatic pistol. "Other than her exquisite body, I see no reason to keep her alive, da?" Sergei placed the muzzle of the pistol to Gabby's forehead, and Gwen saw her knees twitch and knew Gabrielle was afraid. "Maybe you have more information for me?"

"You bastard," Steve hissed, earning him another cuff on the head from the big man in brown leather. Gwen was beside herself with fear, not for herself, but for her friends, her lovers. "We were just doing our job," Steve growled, "nothing personal. The FBI is interested in your movements and those of your associates, and you'd better believe the boys they picked up in San Diego are singing. It's only a matter of time before the hammer drops."

Gwen looked down at the table and pressed her hands to its surface as she felt fluids gurgling inside her womb. Right there, next to her hands, sat a strange looking telephone. She picked it up slowly, trying not to seem suspicious, and she slowly raised the back of her skirt until she could slide the phone into her tights. The telephone's weight was heavy back there, and it felt as though it might slip out and tumble to the floor at any moment.

"Tell me everything you know about the investigation into my activities," Sergei said to Steve. "If you tell me everything, I won't need to do this," he said, and he slammed the gun into the side of Gabby's head, snapping it around to sag once again, her chin on her chest.

"Sergei, Baby," Gwen said after clearing her throat. He glared at her across the yards that separated them, and she continued, "I have to pee really bad. You kind of filled me up and I need to take care of business, you know?" Sergei smiled and turned his attention again to Steve.

"That's right," he said with a mocking tone, "I filled your cunt with my seed, didn't I?" Sergei smiled at Steve's seething hatred and said, "Of course, my Pet, the bathroom is up those stairs." She hurried to the stairs, walking close to Sergei out of necessity, and she wasn't prepared when he pulled her close and clamped his hand on her pussy. "Hurry back, my Pet," he said more to Steve than to Gwen, "I think you will want to see what I have planned for this fool."

Gwen nodded and hurried to the stairs, walking up them slowly for fear of dislodging the telephone. She found the bathroom door and went inside the cramped, filthy room. She pulled out the phone and sat on the toilet, pushing buttons until she heard a chime, followed by a standard dial tone. Dialing from memory, Gwen listened to the greeting when a gruff-voiced man answered.

"I have information about someone you're looking for, but you'll need to move fast," Gwen said.

*-*-*-*-*

Whew! Not too much more to this story, but I hope you'll enjoy the upcoming events and will be surprised by the outcome. As always, let me know what you think.

Thanks!



Gwen's Journey Ch. 09



*** Warning *** Some bad things happen and some graphic violence occurs. If you do not care to read this, either stop now, or when you see violence occurring or imminent, simply skip down to the next "story break" (* * * * *). Thank you.



Gwen stepped out of the little bathroom, shaking in spite of herself. She'd committed herself to act, there was no turning back now. She went to the top of the stairs and looked down on the area clear of crates. Sergei stood in front of Steve, taunting him, and Gabrielle sagged forward in her chair, held up only by her bound wrists around the back. From a short distance, Gwen saw that she was remarkably beautiful, like a model in a magazine, or more likely one in a men's magazine. Peter stood next to Steve, a gun in his hand, though he seemed more interested in using it as a club. The other man, the one from the mall, was leaning on the work table, his arms crossed over his chest.

All of the men looked up when Gwen started walking down the stairs, her five inch heels making her step carefully and look like she was strutting for them. Little did they know she was walking carefully for fear that the bulky satellite telephone crammed into the back of her fishnet tights would fall out.

"You like to look at my pet," Sergei said menacingly to Steve as they watched Gwen saunter over to the work table. "I do not allow this," Sergei said, and he grabbed Steve's head in his hands and pushed his thumbs into Steve's eyes, making him scream.

Not his eyes! Gwen trembled, looking away from the horror, picturing Steve's soft, lovely brown eyes in her mind. She heard a thud, and looked up to see Sergei walking away from Steve, rubbing his knuckles. Steve's eyes were tightly shut, tears streaming down his face, but there was no blood there.

Gabrielle's head came up and she looked at Steve. Her out-thrust breasts jiggled when she sobbed, and Gwen used the distraction to take the phone from her tights and set it next to Sergei's car keys. Her hand had just moved away from the phone when Sergei looked at her, and he smiled.

"Come here," he said, and he turned back to Gabrielle. Gwen went to him and took his arm, her fingers digging into the hard muscle of his bicep. Sergei sighed and asked, "Pet, do you think those tits are real?"

Gwen appraised Gabrielle's breasts for a moment, comparing them with memories of her own mirror image, Ronnie's, and what she'd seen in pictures. After reflecting on it Gwen said, "Yeah, I think they are. They're damn perfect, but I think they're real." 

Sergei laughed. "Vassily and Pyotr agree with you, but I have my doubts. Unless you know a better way to tell, I'm of the opinion we should cut them open and see for ourselves."

Gwen's heart began to thunder in her chest, and she flicked her gaze to Steve, whose eyes were open now, the whites bright red. He looked horrified. She knew instantly that Sergei was serious, and probably had been earlier as well, when he'd made the threat about the rat. Suppressing a shudder, Gwen didn't allow herself to think, and she walked over to Gabrielle's chair.

She hiked her skirt higher on her hips and straddled Gabrielle's legs, sitting on her thighs. She exaggerated the gesture, raising her legs high before setting her insanely high-heeled foot down, giving the impression of a lap dance.

Gwen took Gabrielle's breasts in her hands and she fondled and massaged them, ran her thumbs over her little light brown nipples until they hardened. Gabrielle must have been beautiful, Gwen thought. Gorgeous, not that she looked it now. Her eyes were little slits of sky blue set against blood red atop swollen and bruised mounds. Her probably dainty little nose was crushed, a nostril split, and her lips were misshapen and thick, and covered by open splits. Her eyes were on Gwen's, and Gwen mouthed, "I'm sorry."

Gwen leaned down and took one of Gabrielle's nipples into her mouth and suckled it gently, feeling Gabrielle quake against her lips. Pulling away with a slurp, Gwen looked back over her shoulder at Sergei, licking her lips and grinning slyly. "They're real, Baby. Real and tasty." She turned back to Gabrielle and began to suck on her other breast softly. She heard the softest of whispers as Gabrielle sighed, "sank 'oo."

Vassily muttered something in Russian, and Sergei backhanded his shoulder, saying something back to him, also in Russian, and sounding a bit angry. "Gwen darling," Sergei said loudly, "it appears you are making my compatriots uncomfortable."

Good, Gwen thought, and she hovered her mouth a millimeter over Gabrielle's broken mouth and mimed kissing her. Then, rising slowly, she turned and walked back to Sergei, her expression pouty, as though he'd taken her candy.

"You are a lusty girl, Pet," Sergei said quietly to her when she took his arm again. "I cannot wait to get you alone again." Gwen shivered and put her cheek to his muscular arm. It was easy to act like she was completely enthralled.

Pyotr said something in Russian, and Sergei and Vassily laughed. Gwen saw Gabrielle's head jump slightly, and she realized that the tortured woman spoke Russian. She did know everything about Sergei, and she had hidden it well, even under torture.

Sergei was still laughing when he explained, "Pyotr is of the opinion we should strip the fool and have you parade around the room until his dick is hard." He laughed again before continuing, "That will make it much easier to cut the little thing off."

Gwen bit her tongue before the "Bigger than your's" made it past her lips. How much longer did she have to play them along? She was running out of ideas, and she needed to buy time for help to arrive. Finally she hit on an idea and asked, "Sergei, can I see Ronnie now?" She could see Pyotr's head shake, and dread filled her gut.

"No Pet," Sergei answered, "Not right now. She is resting, I believe."

The satellite phone chirped, and Sergei went to the table and answered it. As he spoke in Russian, Gwen noticed that both Vassily and Pyotr were watching her with a feral look, the same look she'd first seen when she'd visited her father in a seedy bar right after her fifteenth birthday. She was a treat to them, sitting on the end of their noses, and the only thing keeping them from jumping on her was Sergei.

She was cheered by every second Sergei spoke angrily to whoever had called him, but the call only lasted about ten minutes, when Sergei returned the phone to the table. "I'm so sorry to have interrupted our little meeting," Sergei said, returning to the spot with Gwen, a couple of yards from the bound agents. "Where was I?" he asked rhetorically, and then he smiled broadly and exclaimed, "Oh yes. Shoot the girl."

"What?" Gwen shouted, looking at him with shock. Pyotr flicked something on his pistol and took a step toward Gabrielle, holding the pistol sideways, gangsta-style. "Sergei," Gwen said, grabbing his arm tightly, "I wanted to play with her for you."

That seemed to get Pyotr's attention, and he stopped and looked at Sergei for a decision. Sergei's attention was on Gwen then, and he stared into her eyes.

"Have you ever met, ever even seen this woman before today?" Sergei asked her.

"No," Gwen answered honestly. "She's got a great body though, and sometimes it's better to think through what you want before you do something that will screw it up." All eyes suddenly went to Steve, who had begun to laugh. A clout on the back of the head with the pistol silenced his laughter, and Sergei returned his attention to Gwen.

"This is wise," he said softly. "I didn't think you had the mettle to truly join me, Pet. I am pleased." He turned his attention to Pyotr and said, "After we kill the fool, we will be taking the girl with us."

There was a commotion behind them, at the fire door entrance to the warehouse, and Gwen put her arms tightly around Sergei's waist as all of them turned to watch the passage through the crates. A breeze blew through the warehouse, and they knew the door had been opened.

A figure moved through the passage, coming closer. Ivan staggered into the light clutching his blood-soaked belly. He muttered something in Russian as his eyes rolled back into his head and he fell forward to the cement floor.

Five men stepped over Ivan's body, walking into the light. They stopped, three of them holding pistols on the Russians, another a shotgun, and the fifth, a large Black man in fatigues, held an automatic rifle.

The oldest of the men, holding a silver plated pistol on Sergei and Gwen, stepped forward and smiled. His one brown eye twinkled with recognition, his other eye was covered by a black patch.

"As I live and breathe," the man, Kenny Esposito, said with a smile, "If it isn't little Maggie Coltrane."

"Hiya Kenny," Maggie said, holding Sergei close. "Good to see you."

"Uh, Boss?" the man with the shotgun called after noticing the people tied to chairs in the center of the room, but Kenny was already in motion, his attention on Gwen.

"Fuckin' Bitch!" Kenny growled, and his pistol fired three times before the warehouse exploded into general chaos.

* * * * *

"Gwen!" Steve shouted, leaping forward against his bonds. The five thugs opened fire, and Sergei had jumped for cover behind the work table. Gwen had simply fallen, and lay on the cold cement.

He saw Vassily, the man who'd captured him, stumble back, hit, while Vassily's fire exploded the head of one of the thugs with a pistol. Over his head a gun barked and the one-eyed man screamed as he pitched over backward. Pyotr was using Steve as cover. Great, he thought dismally, straining to tear his bonds and reach Gwen.

The automatic rifle was chewing apart the work table that Sergei was hiding behind, and Steve saw Sergei roll to the side and come up with his gun ready. The big man in fatigues went down with a clean hole in his forehead, the back of his head gone.

Steve felt a bullet pass too close to him for comfort, and Pyotr groaned behind him before crashing against the chair. He moved for cover and fell onto Gabby's chair, knocking her over to the floor. Pyotr took two more staggering steps when another bullet caught him and he went down. Seeing Gabby moving slowly, her body pressed to the cement floor, Steve was inspired and pitched over backward, his chair crashing to the floor under his full weight.

* * * * *

Gabby found herself on the floor, bullets flying. She quickly moved to where Gwen lay motionless, keeping her body tight to the floor. When she reached Gwen she'd gotten the leather strap around her wrists loose and she pulled Gwen over. She was pale, and sweat stood out on her face, but she was there, alive, and her pretty hazel eyes locked with Gabby's.

"Save Ronnie," Gwen gasped, and her eyes rolled up, back into her head as she passed out.

Gabby looked up and saw she was being ignored by the combatants. A guy with a shotgun had cover, and so did the other thug, armed with a pistol. Stetsenko had cover too, and he was looking at Gabby, no, she realized. He was looking at Gwen.

Vassily had found cover and was bleeding profusely from a shoulder wound. A few feet away from him she saw Steve's chair on it's back, and Steve's legs pitched up as he rolled a backward somersault and came up hard against Vassily, ramming his shoulder into the wounded man's midsection.

"Fuck this," Gabby murmured, and she began to run for the stairs. She saw Pyotr prone on the floor and without pausing scooped up the pistol from the floor next to him.

* * * * *

Steve slammed his forehead into Vassily's face, the head butt completely disorienting the Russian. Grabbing the big Russian's pistol, Steve swung the man around and threw him from his position of cover. Vassily stumbled less five feet before he was cut down by a shotgun blast. Steve checked the gun and found he had two rounds left.

* * * * *

Gabby was amazed at her luck, having made the upper hallway without anyone shooting her. As she threw open the door, she decided that the men hadn't been threatened by the naked woman running away.

Ronnie was curled up in the corner of the room, her hands over her ears. She looked up and saw Gabby, and a look of horror twisted her features. Shit, Gabby thought fearfully, how bad do I look? She held up her hands and tried to smile, which hurt like hell, between her torn lips and broken teeth. "S'okay Wonnie," Gabby slurred, and stars exploded in her darkening vision as something big struck the back of her head.

She hit the floor hard enough to bounce, and rolled onto her side. Pyotr, blood seeping from wounds on his thigh and midsection was looking at her with an expression of pain and anger. Gabby tried to roll onto her hands and knees, but Pyotr kicked her hard in the belly, lifting her up to drop hard against the floor. He dragged her to her feet by her hair, and Gabby felt his big hands close around her throat. He wasn't choking her, she thought with horror, he was going to crush her neck.

"Now you die, Cunt!" Pyotr roared.

"No," Gabrielle heard Ronnie say. "Now you die."

Gabrielle saw Pyotr's head snap around to look in Ronnie's direction, and a gun fired. When Pyotr turned his face back to Gabrielle, she saw only a gore-filled hole where his left eye had been. His lips moved, and as she gasped when his grip on her throat loosened, Gabrielle watched the big man crumple lifeless to the floor. Peter the Butcher was dead.

"Fuck that hole," Ronnie said, and she threw the gun away and dissolved into tears.

* * * * *

Steve steadied the pistol in his hand and leaned slowly out from his cover. The man with the shotgun was intent on someone out of Steve's view, easy pickings. Steve's gun fired once, and blood sprayed in a great gout from the shotgun guy's neck as he spun around and fell to the floor.

More shots fired, and Steve took cover again. After about ten seconds of silence, Steve looked out and surveyed the room. He could see all five bodies of the thugs, and the corpses of Vassily and Ivan as well. Sergei and Pyotr were gone.

Steve slid on his knees to a stop next to Gwen's body. Her face was very pale, but he laughed when she opened her eyes.

"Hi Steve," Gwen rasped. She was smiling too. "Are Gabrielle and Ronnie okay?" she asked before wincing in agony.

"Yeah, Baby," Steve said, keeping the tears from his eyes with sheer willpower. "Everybody's safe."

Gwen closed her eyes. "I did it," she whispered. "I knew they'd come to get me, and they'd come in shooting. They're bad guys, Steve."

"I know, Baby," Steve said, "They're dead now. You don't have to be afraid anymore."

"Will you hold me?" Gwen whispered, barely audible. Steve took her into his arms and held her, unable to keep from shaking as the tears streamed down his face. "I love you, Steve," Gwen sighed, and then was silent.

Steve laid her back on the floor, feeling her neck for a pulse, when he was thrown back onto his back. He looked down in shock at the blood burbling up from the hole in his shirt, and his eyes focused beyond the wound. Stetsenko stood there, looking at Gwen, forlorn.

"Pyotr!" Stetsenko screamed, and he ran for the stairs. Gabrielle appeared from the hallway above, still naked but holding a pistol. Stetsenko saw her and raised his weapon, and Steve took aim and fired his last shot, firing at the same instant he saw the blossom of Gabby's gun firing.

Steve saw a red flower bloom around a black spot on the back of Stetsenko's white t-shirt, and when he spun around to face Steve, he saw another, larger hole in the front. Stetsenko looked at Steve, and then at the pistol he held. He raised the weapon toward Steve, and Steve pulled the trigger of his empty gun several times, praying for a miracle.

A shot rang out, and Stetsenko pitched forward, sliding face first down the stairs.

"Deev!" Gabby shouted, dropping her now empty pistol and running down the stairs. She got to her knees next to him and pressed her hands against the bleeding hole in his chest. "Hang on, Deev," Gabby yelled, "Hoed on pweez!"

* * * * *

Gabby's face and body had recovered well in the month since the shoot out at the warehouse. She held a bouquet of flowers as she approached the door to the hospital room. Her kitten heels clicked on the hospital floor, each click coming farther from the last as she slowed. She had worn her prettiest blue dress with a big skirt, and her hair was done up nicely. She had done everything she could to look nice, even taken time to check her smile, her new teeth indistinguishable from her natural ones.

Taking a deep breath, Gabby pushed open the door and stepped inside. He sat up and smiled at her. He'd lost some weight, but having a hunk of lead pulled out of your chest would do that. Gabby felt her heart beat faster when she saw him, and even after all of the meetings with psych-eval, she knew that she was doomed to love him with all of her heart until the day she died.

"Hi Steve," she said softly, feeling shy for some reason. She waved with the flowers and set the vase on the table.

"You look good," Steve said, his voice not fully recovered, not quite as deep and rich as it had been before.

"Thank you," she answered. "You look good too."

"Have you heard anything about Gwen?" Steve asked, his eyes bright.

"Fuck you very much," Gabby said with a sigh. "Miss Coltrane is fine. They're supposed to release her from the hospital in about forty-eight hours." She waited a moment for that to sink in, and then added, "I'm doing well too."

"Gabby," Steve said with a sigh, "Gwen is special. I'm sorry that I feel like I do-"

"Stop," Gabby said, holding up her hand. "I know how special she is, Steve. I think I went farther with her than you have, if you remember. It's like Amelia all over again for me, Steve. I love the hell out of you, but there's always somebody better." 

"They aren't better, Gabby," Steve said softly.

"Bet me," she shot back. "Gwen assumed she was going to get killed when she walked into that warehouse, and she didn't do it to save you. She did it for Ronnie. Then she endangered her life by trying to protect me, which couldn't have been easy." Gabby took a deep breath.

"Steve, the day Amelia died it wasn't because you had screwed up. We were all in position and everything was fine, going according to plan. Your plan."

"I heard that they were going to be searching your area, but you'd gone radio silent and I couldn't warn you. I left my position and was going to you when Orville got the drop on me. I would be dead if Amelia hadn't broken cover to give me a chance to escape, and when she did that..." Gabby looked away, tears stinging her eyes.

"If that's true," Steve said, choking on emotion, "then Amelia died to save you, and that is something I can live with far better than thinking I'd killed her through negligence. Why didn't you tell me before?"

"I caused the death of your wife," Gabby moaned. "Steve, how could you ever love me if you knew that?"

"Gabby," Steve said, "Gabrielle, Amelia laid down her life because we both love you. Why do you think I was at that warehouse?"

"To save Gwen," Gabby sniffled.

"Gwen wasn't there," Steve said, pausing. "Gwen went with Stetsenko to lead me to where you were being held, and Ronnie. We both know I should have called in a strike force the instant you were taken, but I couldn't do that. Any delay, and I would have lost you forever."

They sat in silence for a long time, and then Steve cleared his throat. "Do you think you could do me a favor?" Steve asked. When Gabby nodded, he asked, "Could you take me to see Gwen, please?"

* * * * *

Gwen stood in front of the mirror, surveying herself. She'd lost a lot of weight, and all of her color, but overall she looked pretty good. Of course, she'd been shot twice in the abdomen, losing a kidney and a piece of her liver, but hey, what the hell, right? An ounce here, an ounce there, it added up.




Gwen's Journey Ch. 09



She shuffled to the hospital bed and climbed onto it, feeling antsy to get out and on her way. She was supposed to be released the day after the next, and she had absolutely no idea what was going to happen. She'd lost her job at the plant, her boyfriend wasn't allowed to see her, and her best friend had disappeared off the face of the Earth.

There was a tap on her door, and Gwen flipped her blanket over her leg, which had been exposed from mid-thigh down. The door opened, and Gabby wheeled Steve into the room in a wheelchair. As nonchalantly as possible, Gwen flipped the blanket back off of her leg. She looked at Steve, drinking him in and unable to wipe the smile from her face, until she saw Gabby.

"Aw crap," Gwen said, laying back against the pile of pillows.

"What," Gabby asked, deadpan, "you'll only do me with a bag over my head?"

"I'm glad you're better," Gwen said, and then returned her attention to Steve and added, "and you too. I was really worried about you."

"Ha!" Steve exclaimed. "I thought you died in my arms!" Steve laughed and looked back over his shoulder at Gabby. Gwen saw her hand on his shoulder, rubbing lower, affectionately.

Gwen looked up and saw tears filling her sky blue eyes. Gabby's perfect pink lips formed one word, and Gwen closed her eyes and sighed dramatically. "I'm really sorry, but I'm wiped," Gwen said, "Can I come visit you when I get released?"

"Uh, sure," Steve said, confused by her sudden change of mood. "Yeah, come see me any time."

* * * * *

Gabby looked delightful in a tan pantsuit, when she burst excitedly into Steve's room. He smiled at her, but it faded quickly when he read her expression. "Gabby," he said, feeling like Ricky Ricardo, "What happened?"

"I'm sorry Steve," Gabby said, pacing at the foot of his bed. "I had a weak moment, and when we were with Gwen yesterday, well, I told her that I wanted you and asked her to let me have you."

"I was there!" Steve said, sitting up. "You never said-"

"It's a girl thing, Steve," Gabrielle waved away his argument. "Look, the point is, Gwen's gone."

"What?" Steve cried, falling back to his pillows. "How?"

"We don't know." Gabby stopped pacing and leaned on the foot of the bed. "All I can tell you is that at four o'clock this morning the nurse checked her vitals. At six thirty her breakfast was delivered, but she was not in her bed. When the nurses went in to check on her at seven thirty, she wasn't there and her breakfast was untouched."

"Goddammit!" Steve shouted. "A weak moment! You have a lot of weak moments."

"I need you tonight," Gabrielle quoted, and Steve's temper cooled considerably.

"Point taken," he conceded. "What do we do now?"

* * * * * ...Three months later, and two thousand miles away...

Sarah Lipton lay on a towel under the Santa Barbara sun, the sound and smell of the ocean soothing her. A wide straw hat protected the fair skin of her face, while the daringly cut black one-piece swimsuit made generous use of sunscreen a necessity. She was a stunning woman, or at least Paul, the muscular surfer who was rubbing SPF 20 into her thighs with great care, thought so. He saw that the corner of her mouth was quirked, making her appear to be leering at him lustfully.

"Let's go back to your place,' Sarah said, her girlish voice making the hairs on the back of Paul's neck bristle. "You do know how to rub a girl the right way."

"Yeah, sure," Paul said, getting to his feet, a semi forming in his board shorts. He'd just scored a bottle of Viagra, and he looked forward to spending some real quality time with this babe.

"Beat it, Punk," a deep, rumbling voice said, and Paul turned to face the interloper. Sarah couldn't see him because of her hat, but she saw Paul's expression as he looked up into the face of the intruder. She saw his jaw hanging open as he gulped.

"Uh," Paul looked at Sarah, "Later!" She watched the tightly muscled hard body running away down the beach and sighed.

"Get up," the intruder said, and Sarah stood. She brushed sand from her body and held her hat on her head as she looked up into his face. He wore a gray suit and a red tie, and his face was very stern. Maybe even angry?

"You look good," she said as he handcuffed her arms behind her back. He took her elbow and escorted her up the beach toward the parking lot. "My stuff!" Sarah cried, looking back at her towel and sunscreen, but he didn't slow.

"So," she ventured, "How've you been?"

"You have the right to remain silent," Steve said, "and I hope to god that you decide to use it."

"Why are you here?" she asked when they got to the sedan. He opened the rear door and assisted her inside.

"Jeez, Gwen!" Steve hissed.

"It's Sarah now," she said, and Steve rolled his eyes as he slammed her door.

They drove for hours, sitting in Los Angeles traffic much of the time. She sat contentedly in the center of the back seat, gazing with a smile at the back of his head, or his eye in the rear view mirror. She could smell him, too, and that helped to make her happy. She had tried to engage him in conversation, but he continued to ignore her. The only time she got any reaction was when she went too far in her goading.

"Hey," she'd said, "remember that time we were making out and you came all over me? Good times." His response had been to turn on the radio to news/talk and turn the volume way up.

The sun was setting when they pulled into a parking structure attached to a tall commercial office building in downtown Los Angeles. She felt very out of place suddenly, being escorted into a professional environment dressed in a daring bathing suit and sun hat. Her pulse quickened, and she wondered if she was really in trouble after all.

They stepped out of the elevator onto the thirtieth floor, directly into the lobby of Driscoll Investigations & Surveillance. The receptionist was pretty, a cute little blonde, and she ignored Steve and Sarah as he dragged her down a hallway and into a large conference room. He put her into a large leather seat and removed the cuffs from her wrists before sitting directly across the table from her.

"What?" Sarah said pleasantly, "No hug?"

Steve's chair shot out behind him as he leaped to his feet. He leaned on the conference table, his reddened face jutting toward Sarah. Oh my god, she thought, he is so hot!

The conference room door opened, and Sarah looked up at Gabrielle as she entered, followed by a tiny little brunette woman in moderate heels. The brunette sat at the head of the table, and Gabrielle took the seat next to her, next to Steve. She looked at Gabby, who was if anything more beautiful than ever, and then at the brunette, who seemed familiar. She looked a little bit like...

"Ronnie?" Gwen smiled. "Is that really you? What happened to your hair? Where are your tits?"

"I go by Veronica now," she said, smiling warmly. "I have a friend who showed me how important a name can be. I have another friend who showed me that I can be proud of who I am, without slicing and dicing and torturing myself to fit someone else's idea of beauty."

"Best of all," she continued as her smile disappeared, "I met a monster who showed me that there are important things to deal with in the world. I spent my life throwing good money after bad for no reason. Now I make a difference. We all make a difference."

"I am so confused," Gwen said.

"Really," Steve said, pulling his chair to the table again and sitting. "Who's confused? Gwen? Margaret, maybe? Or is it Sarah?"

"Why are you so pissed off?" Gwen said, crossing her arms and slumping in her chair.

"Because I love you and you left me!" Steve shouted, followed closely by an "Awww" from Veronica.

"Maybe I was using you," Gwen said, sounding like Maggie.

"Nope," Steve smiled. "Couldn't happen."

"Why the hell not?" Gwen demanded.

"Deathbed confession. You thought you were dying, and you confessed that you love me," he said triumphantly. "Call a lawyer. It's admissible in court."

"Oh, well," Gwen said, sitting up and bobbing her head, "That's all settled then. When's the wedding?"

"Three days," Steve said. "We have a two week honeymoon, and then we need to get back here for an assignment."

"What assignment?" Gwen asked, dumbfounded.

"You work for me now," Veronica said. "You're an employee of Driscoll Investigations & Surveillance, listed as Gwendolyn Salsbury. I hope you don't mind."

"What?" Gwen asked, more dumbfounded.

"I'm a Bridesmaid," Gabby said with a smile, but the smile disappeared quickly before she added, "and your boss." Gwen looked to Steve and her mouth opened, but no words came. "Don't even try," Gabby said, "I'm his boss too."

Gwen sat quietly for a little while, very aware that all eyes were on her. She looked at Steve until his anger drained away and he was smiling at her, and then she smiled back. She leaned forward, putting her elbows on the conference table and addressed Gabby.

"So, what will I be doing? Do I get a gun?" Gabrielle laughed. "Do I get to pick out my dress?"

"Sweetheart," Gabby said sweetly, "you will have the important functions of coordinating travel plans, securing lodgings, performing background checks, and telephone fact checking."

"I'm a secretary?" Gwen asked, looking to Ronnie for assistance.

"Talk to your husband to be," Ronnie laughed. When Gwen shot him a look, Steve sat back and smiled.

"I don't want my wife in any danger while she's pregnant," he said happily.

"I'm not your wife, and I'm not pregnant," Gwen shot back, heating up. Steve smiled.

"Not yet," he said.

* * * * *

Gwen stood on the balcony of the eighteenth floor hotel suite, looking out at the Pacific Ocean. She'd been married for over a week, and as much as she wanted to go out and see Hawaii, somehow Steve and she hadn't yet made it as far as the elevator. She was certainly glad for the quality of the room service at the resort. Her husband pressed against her, his arms wrapping around her and holding her possessively. She felt his lips on the top of her head, and she snuggled back into his hard body.

"Hi, Mrs. Kalinowski," Steve whispered, and Gwen rolled her eyes.

"Don't remind me," she said softly. "Can't we change it to Jones or something? Salsbury was cool."

"My wife will take my family name and like it," Steve growled, "and so will our many, many children."

"Sadist," Gwen giggled, trying to snuggle even closer. She turned in his arms and rose up onto her toes as he leaned down and kissed her soundly, lovingly, and Gwen smiled so broadly that their kiss broke.

Steve took Gwen's hand in his and pulled her after him back into the suite, all the way back to the bedroom. He shrugged off his robe, and Gwen ran her fingertips over the scar on his chest, from the bullet that almost took him from her. Getting to her toes again, Gwen tenderly kissed the scar.

Steve pushed the thick robe from Gwen's shoulders and frowned. He hadn't expected her to have put on the silky chemise she wore. Sliding one of the tiny straps from her shoulder, Steve said, "How do you expect to make a baby if you keep putting on clothes?"

"Because I love it when you take them off me," Gwen grinned, and Steve kissed her as he let the silk lingerie fall to the floor.

He lifted her easily and kissed her, laying her across the enormous bed. His lips found her navel, and she giggled uncomfortably. Her hands strayed to her belly, each covering a scar from her own shooting. Steve grasped her wrists and pulled her hands away from her scars, lovingly kissing each one in turn. Steve was breathing hard through his nose, and he climbed over Gwen, his hairy, muscular thighs easily parting hers.

"Uh," Gwen said, "I'm just a tad sore, so if we could just, I don't know, I mean, I know how much you like a good hand job." Steve entered her and Gwen arched, moaning, "Never mind."

Gwen took Steve's face in her hands, her thumbs at his temples, and she gazed into his eyes as he slowly moved inside her. He was her perfect lover, completely attentive to her needs, and more than able to fulfill her every desire. His every movement brought her pleasure, and she found her only desire was his satisfaction.

It didn't matter if they had two minutes or two hours, when she made love with Steve the rest of the world disappeared, and she felt whole. She gazed into his soft brown eyes and saw the fierce passion there. She had never felt loved before, not truly, undeniably loved, but when she looked into her husband's eyes that was what she saw.

Her eyes closed as a wave of ecstasy washed through her, making her moan softly. She felt herself contracting against Steve's hardness, and she bit her lip at the incredible sensations that resulted. She put her legs up behind him and gently rolled her hips, knowing how much he liked that, and well, she liked it too.

"Oh Gwen," Steve groaned, his breath catching in his throat, and she felt a flush inside her, as her husband filled her womb again. That triggered a crashing contraction, and Gwen cried out loudly as she came again, her orgasm slow and powerful.

Afterward, they lay on their sides, holding each other close. Gwen brushed her fingers across her husband's cheek as he smiled at her. She had just turned twenty-four years old, and her whole life lay before her. Her whole life with Steve. Gwen couldn't imagine anything that could make her happier than to be a wife and mother, a secretary, PTA member, soccer mom, bake sale coordinator, and lover to her husband.

"I love you, Steve," Gwen whispered, choking up.

"I love you too, Gwen," Steve whispered back. "Gwen Kalinowsky."

"Shut up," Gwen giggled, and she cuddled in very close as Steve put his big, muscular arms around her tightly.