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Heaven or Hell

By: Many Feathers



Let's face it. No one really knows what its like to die, I certainly didn't. The last thing I remember was someone saying, "He's gone." In the next instant I was somewhere else. I can't even explain it really, because the somewhere else was without substance, without definition really. Until images came to mind, places I had once known, been to, or had wondered about. Then suddenly...there I was!

It felt warm, comforting. I was standing on a hill, there was a breeze against my face, though again, there hadn't been until I'd considered it, then there it was! It was quiet, peaceful, just as I imagined it might be, would be.  I looked down at myself, I was old.

"Damn! Arn't we supposed to change back to the best way we ever looked, or should look?" I wondered. And suddenly, I did. At least I wasn't just a thought floating around without substance. Then I grimaced, worried that I would be, but that didn't happen. 

"Ok, that's better. Much, much better!" I said feeling a hell of a lot better admittedly. But it was still strange. 

I mean, we all have our own ideas of what Heaven is supposed to be like I suppose. But this wasn't like anything I'd ever even heard of or imagined before either. No pearly gates, though they'd have looked really out of place from where I was standing. No white haired guy in a white flowing robe with a great big book with a bright green bookmarker holding the place open where my name would have been listed. None of that. Hell, there wasn't even a bird singing or a butterfly flying. And then...there was.

"Ok, maybe I'm starting to get the hang of this after all," I thought to myself.

But I was still surprised no one had come to greet me, no one had come to tell me where I was supposed to go, or what I was supposed to do. I even thought about my parents who had died years ago. Nothing. Unlike the sudden appearance of birds, butterflies and bee's (which I quickly decided I didn't want or need and made them go away) there was nothing else. At least no mom, no dad. No uncles, no aunts, no friends (only one or two of which I could actually remember as having died before I did). Bottom line was, no people.

"Well, this sucks!" I said aloud wondering if anyone could actually hear me.

I decided to go for a walk, and then wondered if I could fly. Sure enough, I was floating in the air and moving forward at an incredible speed. Problem was, the ground below me whizzed by faster than I could imagine it until I was standing in the middle of darkness.

"Lets try that one again," I thought. I was back on the hill again, oh yeah; the breeze thing, and the birds and the butterflies were kinda cool too. Except, I really am going to walk this time, at least until such a time as I get the flying/moving thing down a whole lot better.

So I walked. And I walked, and I walked. The only cool thing here was, when I got tired of walking and seeing the same scenery (cause I knew it usually would take several hours if I was to walk out of this valley and actually get anywhere else), all I had to do was think of another place, and I was there. One moment in the mountains, in the next walking through Canyon lands in Moab. At least I thought it was Moab, sure looked like it anyway, though once again there was no people. And that was the other interesting part. I tried thinking about the valley where I'd lived, my home, once again my friends and family. I think...though don't take my word on this, but I think I was in the valley where my home should be, once was, or would be. I mean who knows, when your dead, maybe when we're there, we're just borrowing the here, which is real, when that reality isn't. Anyway, no houses, no cars, no planes, no people. Nada...nothing.

I kept thinking that maybe I was on hold or something. Or that I'd failed to see the sign that had said "Out to lunch". I certainly didn't want to stand around in the dark, and I was sort of missing the birds at this point, as I'd forgotten to bring them along with me. So I went back. Back to the mountain, sat down and waited.

Who knows how long I sat there waiting. A year? A day? A century or two? Who the hell knows. I certainly didn't have a watch, couldn't even produce one. And who was around to tell or give me the correct time, or even what the hell day it was anyway? 

So I just sat there and waited. And wondered. And began to think about my life and some of the people I knew, or once knew anyway. And then the last thing in the world I had ever expected to happen happened. I looked up the hill and saw a young woman walking towards me. She looked familiar, and even at this distance I could envision her face, see her smile, and she even waved.

"Thank God!" I said aloud, half expecting to hear a booming "You're Welcome!" but that didn't happen either. I really hate it when you can't remember a name. I mean I knew I knew her, I just couldn't remember from where, or when. Then it came to me. And was that because I suddenly decided I did know her name? That I'd actually thought about her in passing when I began thinking about my life and what I'd accomplished or failed to accomplish for one reason or another? Or because I just decided what her name was. Once again, I didn't know for sure, not really. But as Darlene approached getting ever closer, which is when I suddenly decided to do the half-fly, half hop thing, I was standing next to her.

"Darlene? Is that really you?" She smiled and nodded her head yes.

"Please tell me you can speak," I asked worriedly. "Or are we supposed to be talking with our minds and not our mouths or something like that?" I asked.

She laughed then, which was like music to my ears (and briefly, I swear I could hear the Sound of Music playing in the background). 

"I've been looking for you," She said simply.

"You have?"

"Yes, ever since I got here."

"How long has that been?"

"Oh, I don't know, forever maybe? Who knows?"

At the moment, I couldn't very well argue with that. "Well, it's sure as hell nice to finally see someone else, and actually talk to them!" Then I hunched my shoulders worriedly, wondering if the word "Hell" was appropriate, or inappropriate under the circumstances.

"So, you seen anyone else?" I had to ask.

"Nope, just you. But then again, like I said, you're the only one I've been looking for anyway."

I still wondered why. Why was she here with me and not with her friends, her family. What was she doing here looking for me for? And why her anyway? I mean after all, Darlene had been the first girl I had ever kissed, first girl who two years later actually let me touch her boobs, and then the first girl I had ever gone down on in her parents bedroom when they were out for the evening. But what that had to do with us still escaped me. Or any of this for that matter.

"So, now what?" I had to ask.

"I don't know, you tell me," she responded.

Like that helped anything.  I guess we could continue to sit here and wait. But I'd done that already. And it was Darlene that said she'd been wandering around for just about ever looking for me, so there had to be something about that that made some sort of sense, which for the moment at least, didn't.

And then I thought about something else.

"Was there a reason why you've been looking for me?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said finally grinning. "Why don't you lie down on the grass and I'll show you."

Now we were getting somewhere. Unless she suddenly turned into some sort of Vampire or something at the last minute.

"You're not a Vampire are you?" I had to ask. Once again she laughed.

"No, and I'm not here to suck your blood either. But I wouldn't mind sucking something else."

"Ok, this HAD to be heaven!" I decided. "No way in, well...you know, no way in that place could this be that."

She had a lot bigger, a lot nicer tits than I remembered too. But of course that probably made sense. I mean back then...anyways, at least now she had them and they were pretty nice looking too. She undressed and got down on her knees and oh yeah, that felt nice, really nice. And once again I was reminded how good this felt, how pleasurable this was, and that if she kept this up I'd soon be climaxing. And then the fear, "What if? What if I can't? What if she sucks and sucks me for ever and I can't?" But then I was, and I did...and all was right with the world again. Well, this world anyway. And besides, I sorta always figured that if a person went to hell, they probably couldn't have an orgasm, so that was at least a point on the Heaven side of the ledger I suppose. And the fact I'd just had one, and a damn good one in fact, tended to support that theory.

"Now what do you want to do?" I asked a while later.

"How about we fuck now?" she asked demurely. Once again I looked around. "Maybe you shouldn't talk like that here," I told her. "Mess around, or do it might be a little more appropriate, something like that."

"Ok, so lets mess around then," she stated.

So we did.

The only thing I remember about Darlene that I didn't like was that she was so clingy as they say. Seemed she was always touching me one-way or the other. A hand on my leg if we were simply sitting there, or if we walked anyplace, she had to hold my hand, or if we laid down in the grass, or on a hill, or sometimes when we just floated around off the ground (especially then) so I quit floating after that), she had to be holding onto something. I mean sometimes when she held onto things, or when even I did, I liked it. But not all the time. But if I said anything to her about it, hurt her feelings, then she'd sit there and cry until I told her I was sorry, to which there would come the hand into my lap again.

Oh yeah, and you don't sleep either. You don't go to bed and wake up the next morning feeling either tired, sleepy or refreshed. The sun's just sort of there, all the time, though you don't see the sun, or anything else like it for that matter. It's just sun-shinny with light all day long (all night long for that matter) but like I said. You don't sleep. I sorta miss that.

Then a while later. (I like to think in terms of days, but for all I know, a day is a year here, or a millennium, who cares?) Anyway, so like about maybe a week later we're hanging out, (oh yeah and I gave up wearing clothes, I mean whets the point? We're usually naked most of the time anyway, and it makes it a whole lot easier when we're in the mood to mess around). So we've just finished doing it...again, when I look up the road. (Made that one myself out of dirt, seemed appropriate anyway, somewhere to look down, or walk down when we weren't busy messing around). And low and behold, I see this other girl approaching us. And just like Darlene, I think I know her, and then I do know her. Brenda?

Brenda's the first girl I ever did it with. She smiles and waves, and I wave back and notice Darlene's not smiling. But she remains by my side as we sort of do the float walk thing towards where Brenda's standing.

Next thing you know, it's the same story. Brenda's been looking for me for quite a while too now, and finally knows where to find me, so she has, and here she is, and here we are all now.

And then we're all messing around, having a hell...I mean having a lot of fun, and its all good, and they're both beautiful and all that, even though Brenda and Darlene sort of fight over who's going first and that sort of thing, which is kind of cool in a way as I really never did have another girl fight over me, except for maybe Theresa, and then low and behold, I see her approaching, smiling and waving at us too.

Damn, now isn't this interesting? I think to myself. Then I begin to picture all the girls I've ever known, ever been with throughout my entire life. And the next thing I know, there's this entire flock of women walking down the road towards us, towards me rather as neither Darlene, Brenda, or especially Theresa are looking very anxious to meet any of them.

And better still, every damn, ah every darn one of them is as naked as the day they were born, or died...whatever.

And have you ever heard the term, "Too much of a good thing?" Well in a way I guess, this was the perfect example of that. Though admittedly when I saw my first wife, and my third I began to wonder. And though my second wife hadn't shown up as yet, I was sort of grateful for that, as I'd really considered her to be quite a bitch, and so she either hadn't died yet (and I couldn't honestly remember if she had, or if she hadn't...and who knows what time it is, or how long we've all been here anyway) the fact she hadn't shown up was a good sign, sorta. Because she really had been the meanest most vindictive woman I'd ever known. And seeing her here, really would convince me this was Hell, and not just some sort of holding area that I was now sorta hoping this really was.

But it was all still pretty much confusing. On the one hand, I could "do it" with any one of them any time I liked. And did so, but I had to admit, it took a lot out of me, and most of them afterwards got all pissy about it if I hadn't chosen one of them. (Especially Theresa). And have you ever tried doing it with someone else hanging over your shoulder yelling "Me next? Me next?" I tell ya, it's not exactly conducive to keeping it up even while your doing it, or even how attractive or how beautiful the woman are with that going on all the time.

Eventually, I did learn that if I thought about moving very fast when I flew, entered that black void, I would find myself alone. The only problem with that was, the moment I came out, wherever it was I thought I would be, they'd find me. Then it was fucking, sucking until I was totally exhausted once again, not to mention all the God damn bickering (yeah you heard me) it's starting to get on my nerves in case you didn't know it.

Point is, I'm still not exactly sure what's going on, why I'm here, or what this really is.

Mostly now I just sit alone here in the dark.

I miss my birds.

Heaven or Hell



The door opened as Craig approached, his wife Vicky stood in the open doorway smiling at him. At least he assumed she was smiling, his eyes had immediately locked on to her huge breasts on full display over the top of a tight leather basque, her nipple rings linked by a silver chain he hadn't seen before. Moving his eyes down, he drank in the sight of her, leather knickers with a tie at each side, a small expanse of exposed thigh then the tops of a pair of incredibly long leather boots, patent and shiny, leading to such a high heel that she was at eye level with him. Forcing his gaze back to her face he smiled at the gleam in her eye. He had thought they were going out to dinner but realised now that she had much more enjoyable things in mind.

Conscious of the fact that they were still at the street door, and she was on full display, not to mention the growing bulge in his trousers he stepped forward to take her inside but she stopped him still on the doorstep. 

"I have a few ground rules before you come in," she said. "If you want tonight to be a success, you will do everything I tell you without question or complaint, do you agree?" she asked raising her eyebrow slightly.

Smiling he nodded fervently.

"I can't hear you." She admonished.

"Yes I agree." he said just a little hastily and went to walk in again.

Frowning, Vicky stopped him again. 

"I don't think you're taking this seriously enough," she said. "Let me make it clear. You will do exactly as you are told when you are told. You will not speak unless spoken to and then only to answer what has been asked. You will call me mistress in every sentence. You will be my complete slave. If at any time you refuse a command or instruction from me then you will be punished, and if serious enough then tonight will stop and not happen again." 

Softening her tone slightly she added, "I know you want this Craig. I can see by the bulge in your jeans that you're excited. The question is, do you want it enough?"

Drinking in the sight of her standing there, Craig would have agreed to anything she asked, or so he thought. She had dominated him a couple of times before, nothing too harsh just a little mistress and slave play and roles had also been reversed. He trusted her completely and knew that whatever she asked he would do. Readily he agreed with her demands with a "yes mistress I want it enough."

"Good" she smiled, "now strip."

"STRIP!" he exclaimed before he could stop himself, "OUT HERE?"

"Are you questioning me already? I thought you just agreed to follow my instructions to the letter, obviously I was wrong," she said and made as if to close the door.

"No No mistress" realising his error Craig pleaded, "anything you ask I was just a little surprised it won't happen again I promise mistress."

"You're still dressed," Vicky stated matter of factly. "Do you want to come in or not?"

Nervously Craig looked around, there didn't seem to be anyone around, no curtains were twitching that he could see and the cul-de-sac where they lived was empty of traffic. Swiftly he removed his clothes, undressing as quickly as he could desperate to get inside the house. In moments he was down to his underpants. Looking at Vicky he realised he wasn't going to get away with it and swiftly hooked his thumbs into the waistband and whipped them off. His cock was fully hard now and stood out proud from his body on full display. Vicky smiled and moved to one side to allow him access to the door. 

"Well done," she purred, "it seems you learn fast."

Craig entered quickly, worried that his neighbours might of seen what just happened. As he passed Vicky she swiftly reached out and grabbed his cock hard. She squeezed so hard that he gasped in pain but instead of letting up she continued to squeeze if anything even harder. 

"Disobey, hesitate or question me again and this will be nothing compared to what happens, do you understand?" she growled.

"Yes Mistress" he quickly replied, "I'm sorry Mistress, It won't happen again Mistress."

"Good," she smiled as she released him, "now, go upstairs and shower, and be thorough, no wanking while your there, I'll tell you if you're allowed to cum tonight. I expect you to be back in this hallway in 10 minutes showered and dry or else. Now go." and with this she turned her back and walked into the living room.

Craig raced up the stairs so fast he nearly fell. Turning the shower on he jumped in without waiting for it to warm up and gasped as the icy needles of water hit his hot skin. His cock immediately started to go soft and shrivel from the assault but he was too busy lathering up to worry. He knew that whatever awaited him downstairs would have it hard again in no time. Suddenly he realized he had almost been daydreaming in the shower, glancing at his watch on the basin he realized he was rapidly running out of time. Finishing his shower quickly he vigorously towelled off his body and paused briefly in front of the mirror, checking himself out before hurrying back downstairs.

"Just in time slave," Vicky cajoled him. "I was beginning to wonder if you'd changed your mind."

No Mistress, I was just being thorough as you instructed Mistress.

"Good , I see you're looking forward to the evening I have planned" Vicky meaningfully looked down at his rapidly hardening cock.

Craig almost blushed, "yes mistress, very much so mistress."

"Hmmm we'll see" she said "you may regret that statement later on, but it will be worth it.. Do you trust me?"

"Oh yes mistress."

"Then get on your knees and follow me." With this she turned quickly on her heel and walked into the living room.

Craig followed her into the lounge, obediently shuffling along on his knees. Feeling slightly humiliated his ego slightly bruised but his body aching for him to follow the rules. Having no idea what Vicky had planned, added to the tension, and he knew the rewards would be worth it. She had said so, but what did she mean you might regret it. He was soon to get his first answer

Vicky lounged back in one of the easy chairs. Motioning for him to stop in the centre of the room she reached down beside her and produced a purple carrier bag. 

"I have some new clothes for you slave, I'm gonna dress you so that everyone will know you are mine." 

Alarm bells started to ring what did she mean, everyone. Obviously this went way beyond anything they had previously done. Reaching into the bag the first item she pulled out held no surprise, it was a silver cock ring about two inches in diameter, he knew from experience this would be impossible for him to put on with a hard on and wondered how she would react if he told her this. Catching it as she threw it across to him he tried to explain. 

"Umm mistress......" her glare said it all and he fell silent. Reaching between his legs he started by inserting his balls and pulling down on his sac so they hung well through the ring but despite his best efforts there was no way his erection would allow him to insert his cock into the same ring.

"Having a little trouble?" she enquired. "I take it your erection's making that difficult."

"Yes mistress it is" he replied. "I can't get it over my cock."

"Come here," she invited, let me see what I can do for you." Craig shuffled over to where she was sitting. She did not move an inch. 

"Stand up," She commanded, "open your legs a little more so your balls hang down." As Craig did as instructed she reached out her hand towards his manhood and gently stroked it. 

"Well I see what the problem is" she almost cooed "this needs to be soft or you're not gonna get anywhere." 

Gently her hand moved down over his balls and then seemed to let go entirely. Craig looked down just in time to see her index finger flick hard against his ball sac. The pain was intense, how could such a small movement cause so much pain. Craig nearly doubled over and his erection immediately started to fade. 

"I said stand up," she shouted "not bend over and clutch at yourself." Pulling himself fully upright again she whipped out her hand and slapped his ball sac hard with the back of her hand. 

This time there was no staying upright. Craig was on his knees immediately, feeling sick, the pain spreading across his lower abdomen, swelling like some immense pressure inside the pit of his stomach. 

"Now there shouldn't be any problem anymore."

Vicky was almost purring again. Craig coughed as he looked up, instead of pity or concern in her face all he saw was complete arrogance and disdain. Still clutching himself he knew what she meant his erection was a thing of distant memory. Indeed it was as if his usually prominent penis was trying to hide inside his body in order to escape the same punishment as his balls. Slowly he stood up, Vicky said nothing but looked pointedly at the cock ring which now sat on the arm of her chair where she left it. 

Realising protesting would be futile, -he was completely under her command- he picked it up and gingerly fed his balls through the ring now there was no problem with his cock, it was merely a matter of pushing it through and then pulling the ring against his body, creating a snug fit. In spite of his pain he immediately felt himself start to harden again.

"See, that wasn't so bad," she said, "I have two more surprises for you." Reaching into the bag again she produced what looked like a pair of rubber pants. Catching them deftly as she threw them at him rather than to him Craig realised there were a couple of abnormalities. Firstly they weren't complete, the front had a hole cut in them so that when wearing them his cock and balls would be hanging out the front on full display anyway. The more worrying thing was the small mini cock on the inside roughly in line with his asshole. Craig had always loved it when Vicky had included a little ass play in their lovemaking before but this just seemed a little daunting. It was not the size, - it really wasn't much bigger than 2 C batteries – it was the fact that he knew it was gone be inside him for a long time and he wasn't sure how that made him feel. 

Not wanting to anger Vicky he started to pull them on they were incredibly tight and he had a little trouble getting them over his thighs but after a fashion they were almost there, with the dildo pushing at his entrance. Reaching between his legs Craig smeared some of the copious pre cum he was leaking over his own asshole and gently started to push the dildo inside. Immediately his cock started to respond by getting harder and by the time the pants were on fully he was painfully hard and leaking pre-cum like it was going out of fashion, His cock and balls proudly on display through the front hole.

Smiling at him Vicky reached into the bag again and Craig gasped as the cock inside him buzzed hard. It was all he could do to not simply grab his own cock and start wanking right now he was so turned on, but he knew the consequences would be severe, and with a supreme effort avoided any further action on his part. Still smiling Vicky switched off the remote for the vibrator and pulled the last item out of the bag, it was a collar and lead. Beckoning him to shuffle over to her she fastened the collar around his neck and slipped the handle over her slim wrist. 

"Now everyone will know who you belong to slave" she purred, but before Craig could wonder who everyone was she commanded him to "Eat me"

Now here was something Craig could deal with. Gently lifting each leather clad leg over the arms of the chair he pulled her forward slightly and gazed at her perfect quim. He hadn't realized the panties were crotch less until he had spread her legs and now he was mesmerized with the sight of her smooth pussy lips gently being pulled open by the leather that framed them. The look was so erotic that Vicky had to snap him out of it. 

"I said Eat me and I don't like being kept waiting," she warned. 

Eagerly Craig started his task. Leaning forward he gently started kissing her outer lips, nuzzling at the engorged flesh and gently teasing them further open with his tongue. He had been with Vicky for over 5 years now and knew exactly which buttons to push. Flicking his tongue out he grazed her clit with the lightest of touches and was gratified to feel her back arch at the fleeting contact. Slowly he licked all around her bud before gently flicking it again with his tongue. Feeling her body pushing up at him he immediately pushed his face hard between her legs. His lips forming a tight seal around her prominent clit as he sucked it hard into his mouth. 

He could feel the nubbin of flesh hardening in his mouth and hear her starting to moan as he gave her what they had jokingly referred to as a "clit job" in the past. Slowly moving his hand into position he gently inserted two fingers inside her and started to massage her g-spot. Vicky started to writhe in her seat. He was sooo good at this, he knew what she liked and hit the right buttons consistently. She could have him do this all day long, not needing penetration until she was almost satisfied. The sensations he was sending through her body started her shaking. She could already feel her orgasm building and a glow started throughout her body. She could feel herself blushing as the blood rushed to her head. 

His other hand started tickling at her asshole and then gently probed inside, seeking to heighten her pleasure even further. Before he had even got to the second knuckle he felt her start to cum. This was amazing. She'd never cum so fast in all the time they'd been together. Her pussy clamped down so tight on his fingers he felt physical pain and her whole body started to shudder. Forcing his fingers inside her Craig kept her orgasm going as long as he could, sucking her clit and massaging her g-spot at a frantic pace. Above him Vicky was so turned on, she'd never known an orgasm to hit so fast, her breathing was so shallow, her whole body shook violently, her clit so hypersensitive she could feel every pore on Craig's tongue, her pussy clamping hard on his hand as she felt her juices gushing out of her coating his face. Slowly she started to come down off her high and her body stopped shuddering. 

Craig sat back slightly and looked up at her beautiful face. 

"Thank you slave," she said breathlessly, "now get back down there and clean me up, and don't miss any or else." 

Smiling, Craig dived back between her legs. There was no gentle kissing this time, now he just greedily lapped at her still quivering entrance. Slurping up the juices she had just expelled as if it was nectar of the gods. He loved the taste of her and could never get enough. When he'd finished she was so clean it was as though her orgasm had never happened, and when he sat back up Vicky had regained her calm. The only evidence of her orgasm was a slight flush to her cheeks. Her look of disdain told him he was there to be used and possibly abused as well.

Looking at the clock on the wall Vicky announced it was time they were going. What the hell did she mean going, there was no way he could leave the house dressed like this. He had a high powered position in the company let alone his standing in the local community. If anyone saw him he would be ruined. As if she could read his mind Vicky announced that the car was in the garage and no-one would see him leave, furthermore she had planned this for some time and was not going to take no for an answer. 

"Don't worry slave, you won't regret what's coming I promise," she smiled at the obvious double entendre, obviously pleased with her joke. "You just do what I say and everything will be fine". 

Still worried Craig started to get to his feet. 

"What do you think you're doing" she quickly stopped him in his tracks. "You'll stay on your knees unless I say otherwise." 

Submitting to her orders Craig quickly dropped back to his knees as she rose from the chair and walked out into the hallway. He had to shuffle at quite a pace to keep up and avoid the collar pulling at his neck. Leading him through the kitchen and out into the garage he saw that she had indeed moved the car into the garage. When had she done that? It must have been while he was in the shower but that meant she had been outside dressed as she was. Had she covered up? His cock was kept hard with the thought that she had brazenly walked out to the car, proudly displaying her breasts. Maybe even waving to old Joe across the street. 

Climbing into the driver's seat she motioned to him to get in the passenger side. Hurrying to obey Craig was shocked to hear the garage door start opening. She'd hit the button straight away rather than waiting for him to get safely in the car. Moving as fast as he could Craig almost threw himself into the car desperately trying to get there before the opening door revealed him to the world. Smiling Vicky engaged drive without waiting for him to buckle up. Not giving him a chance to complain about what just happened but inside giggling hard about the expression on his face when he'd realised the door was opening. If he thought that was bad, he was gonna have a cow at what was to come....

Coming in chapter 2

Where was Vicky going? What plans had she made and who was expecting them? How was Craig gonna get out of the car at the other end? All will be revealed in the next chapter of "Heaven or Hell?"



Heaven or Hell?



The first sensation David became aware of was smell. The air was different, fresher somehow. Was that the ocean? It certainly smelled like the salty air he had experienced each summer vacationing with the family in Hawaii, but how...?

Wait a minute, he thought. How do I smell the ocean air during rush hour in Los Angeles? He tried to open his eyes, but nothing happened. He could feel his pulse start to race at the thought that he was falling asleep while driving down the interstate, but then he remembered.

He was flying down the expressway, locked into the mad race with the rest of the evening commuters, when he heard the squeal of brakes and stopping tires and saw the cars in front of him swerving to avoid...what? His last memory was looking into his rearview mirror and seeing the oncoming tractor trailer filling the reflection, its trailer skittering sideways as he locked his brakes to stop, the driver's panic stricken face getting closer and closer...and now blackness.

David was a middle-aged, middle manager for a distribution company in the LA area. Everything about his life could be defined as middle. He had the modest home in the suburbs, modest wife and two normal, semi well adjusted children. Even his dog was unremarkable. Everything about his life was middle of the road and had been for as long as he could remember. He put in his time each day, came home, had a few drinks, went to bed and woke up each morning to repeat the process. He played golf on the weekends, fucked his wife once a week, twice if she let him, and went to church only as often as his conscience let him get away with. His taxes were paid, his housekeeper was legal, even though the landscaper wasn't and his friends were all like him: half prisoners of a life they couldn't or wouldn't break out of. 

His only outlet, the one thing he hid from everyone around him, was his online life. While a lot of men were like him, seeking pleasure from the reassuring screen of their computer, David knew that his fantasies were outside the norm, not quite mainstream. Nothing outright perverse mind you, no bondage, scat or anything of the like. It was just that, somehow over the years, the same mindless images and videos no longer did much for him. He still thrilled over the big busted vixens and their feigned pleasure in the huge cocks that serviced them. He felt empty somehow, didn't get the same rush he used to and late at night, as he released himself into yet another wad of tissues, he wondered if there was something else out there. Something that would give him that same thrill again, something that could pump some life back into his nonexistent one again.

His self examination of his life was cut short when his eyes flew open. Was he dead? He was staring at a ceiling fan, slowly turning above him. Sunlight bathed the ceiling and he started to rise, but was unable. Well, if he was dead, it might take a while for everything to start working again. 

He laid there the smell of the ocean still filling his nose, when he became aware that he could now hear the ocean! The faint crash of surf could be heard and he strained his senses for more input. 

He next became aware of the feel of the soft mattress and cool sheets he was laying on. From the feel of the fabric on his skin, he must be naked. Well, we all come into the world naked, may as well depart it the same way, he thought.

David still wasn't sure if he was dreaming or not, but his mind turned to the ones he may or may not have left behind. While not loveless, the marriage he had was definitely in a rut, but his life insurance was paid up, the bills current and his wife would not be left in the lurch. His kids' futures were set, the college funds faithfully fed each month, and he took reassurance in this.

Something loomed at the bottom of his vision and David strained his eyes to tell what it was. As quickly as it was there, it was gone. His first thought was that he was seeing his penis rise up before him, but that hadn't happened in the morning in years and even if it had, his middle-aged gut would have hid it. In his attempt to get a look, he found his head slowly rising and he looked down his body.

First of all, his gut was gone, replaced by a lean build he hadn't had in thirty years and apparently, that had been his penis. It was now bobbing over his flat stomach, hard as a spike and eyeing him like a one eyed snake. He found that his arms worked and he reached down to grasp it and hefted it for examination.

This was definitely not his penis, he thought. His penis was just south of average, unremarkable in every feature. This penis, no, this was a cock. This cock was much bigger, not a monstrosity, but thicker and longer and more, more....beautifully shaped than his. 

Well, he thought, it was attached to his body and was definitely working, so it must now be his. David raised his body off the big white bed and swung his legs over the side.

Where the wall should be was open to the outside, filmy curtains fluttering in the breeze. He could see a large lawn off the covered patio just outside, leading down to what was definitely a beach, the large waves splashing against the shore. David looked about the room. It was large and sumptuous, well appointed with expensive looking furnishings, thick, white carpet and two doors on opposing walls. Hoping that one of these led to a bathroom, he rose and walked over.

He entered a spacious, marble outfitted bath, with a large open shower and sunken tub. As he was walking past the vanity, he caught sight of himself out of the corner of his eye and pulled up in amazement. Gone were the lines and folds of extra flesh from his older face, replaced by the smooth, unwrinkled skin of a much younger David. Pressing his face close to the glass, he surmised that he now was only twenty or so. He spied a full length mirror on a door in the bath and stood before it. Definitely not 45, he thought. His body was tight and lean, no spare fat anywhere. It was his younger self, but in much better shape. Even at that age, he hadn't been this fit, he thought. What was going on here? Finding the toilet, he took care of business, and then reentered the bedroom.

That hadn't been there before, he thought. A thick, white bathrobe lay on the bed. He looked around urgently for any sign of where it might have come from, but saw nothing or no one. He shrugged into the robe and exited through the other door.

The side of the house facing the lawn was open to the outside the length of the house, allowing the fresh air of the sea to permeate the living area. He found himself in what must be the living room, similarly expensive looking furnishings filling it and the dining room adjacent. Looking past, he could see a door leading off the dining area and walked towards it. Coming close he could hear sounds from within: a cabinet shutting, a cup being placed on a counter and then the tinkle of a spoon stirring something. He took a deep breath and entered.

A black haired woman stood with her back to him in front of a coffee maker, stirring a cup of steaming coffee. She placed the spoon on the counter and lifting the cup, turned towards him.

"I remember that you took yours with two sugars and cream, right?"

That voice, that black hair...it was his mother!

As she turned to face him, David was taken back in time to his childhood. The woman before him was, like him, a much younger version of the person who had died of cancer not three years ago. Her blue eyes had a sparkle he hadn't seen in ages, her face smooth and unwrinkled from the strains of being a single mother. She wore a robe much like his, belted at the waist, but much more fitted. David found his eyes drawn down his mother's neck to where her robe opened slightly, allowing him to glimpse his mother's apparently unencumbered breasts, the large globes shifting as she walked forwards and extended the cup of coffee to him, a smile on her face.

"Same old David. Even in death trying to snatch a look at your Mom's tits."

Chastened, David jerked his attention back to her face.

"So, I am dead?"

His mother nodded, "As a doornail. It will definitely be a closed casket. Tractor-trailers are very unforgiving."

"What about my..."

"Family? They'll be fine. You provided well for them and in time, they will all move on with their lives."

David nodded and paused to take a sip of his coffee. It was perfect. In fact, it was the blend that he had first discovered on a vacation in Costa Rica. He hadn't had it in years!

"So, what is this place? Is it heaven?" He gazed around at the expensive appliances and fixtures. "It can't be hell. They don't have Viking stoves in hell, do they?"

His mother laughed. Unlike the world weary hack she had at the end, this one was full of life and care free.

"No, it's not heaven and definitely not hell, but we have time to discuss all that. How's the coffee?"

"Perfect! So, if I'm dead and you're dead, is this what happens after? We revert back to our younger selves?"

His mother paused before speaking.

"After a fashion, I guess that's true. I take it you have noticed that all is not what it was or even the same as when you were younger?"

David thought about his pe...cock and how it was the one he'd wished he had all these years. He noticed his mother looking at him knowingly, a smirk on her face. 

"Wait a minute, you're not my mother are you?" he asked.

She shook her head.

"No, no I'm not David. It was felt that my presence would reassure you in this time of change. Have a seat."

David took a seat on the indicated bar stool before his "mother" continued.

"In truth, I can take any form you want me to. That's why I asked you to sit down. Go ahead. Try me."

He looked at her skeptically.

"What do you mean? Say the magic word, imagine you're..."

In an instant, his mother was gone replaced by David's wife or rather his wife as she was when they had married thirty or so years before. He almost fell off the stool in shock and gripped the marble countertop for support.

"My God! Oh, my god..." he stammered.

His wife smiled.

"God? Yes and no. You'll see as time goes on."

David noticed that like his mother, this version of his wife was different. Improved if you will. Her hair was more lustrous, her mouth fuller and her breasts and hips under the robe more shapely and full.

"But...but you're different."

His wife looked down at her chest.

"You noticed? Let's just say that I'm more in keeping with what you wanted me to be. A more improved version."

"Can you read my mind?" David gasped, her statement echoing his thought.

She laid a reassuring hand on his.

"Not per se. I know your wants and desires. That's my role here. To cater to you."

David definitely liked the sound of this and reflected on...

Instantly standing before him was Natasha Nice, a busty, brunette stroke vision of his dreams. She was rapidly replaced by Abby, then Sara, Tracy, Tamara, Velicity, all busty goddesses of porn he had obsessed and jerked off to over the years. How about...

"Enough David," his mother said, replacing Velicity. "It definitely works and is only limited by your imagination, up to a certain point."

He gleefully clapped his hands together.

"What point? Do they have to do what ever I tell them? Can I..."

"They will serve you, but you have obligations as well."

"What obligations? What do you mean?" He thought specifically of his high school health teacher, a young woman whom he had fawned over. His mother shook her head.

"No more. Not now. We will do what is best for you at all times." She paused and continued, "This afterlife is here to repay you but also to teach you. You led a good, solid life. You provided for your family, worked hard and were a good member of the community. But you also took from people over the years, without giving anything back."

David was confused.

"What do you mean? I never stole from anyone that I can remember."

She shook her head.

"No, not stealing. You took without giving back. As far fetched as it may sound, the women you obsessed over on the computer all those years, had their dignity and spirit stolen from them a little bit at a time, every time you cued them up and pleasured yourself at their expense."

David threw his head back and laughed.

"At their expense? They were actors. They were getting paid to do that. How is that taking anything from them? Surely they knew what men like me were using them for."

She nodded.

"They did. But that still doesn't make it right." She smiled and patted his arm. "Enough for now. Why don't you take a look around and enjoy that coffee. I'll make breakfast."

David looked at her suspiciously and tried once more. Laura Lion...

She sighed.

"Out!" she said, but not unkindly.

David spent the next half hour walking through the home, his home. He found a multi-media room with an enormous screen. Powering up the system with the slim remote, he noticed buttons labeled, "Sports, Movies, TV, Porn" and pushed them separately. At each command, the screen would fill with the requested genre. He looked for a channel button, but there was none. He wondered if...

Simply by thinking about a particular sporting event, movie, TV show, brought it to instant life on the screen. He pressed the "Porn" button. Vivid, high definition fucking and sucking filled the screen and changed as rapidly as he thought of seeing something else. He felt his "improved" cock swell at the sights of his obsessions performing every act he'd seen or wished he'd seen them do. He sat mesmerized in a big viewing lounger and unconsciously reached down and gripped himself through his robe.

It surprised him how big and different this new cock felt. He cast an anxious look at the door, then settled back, opened his robe and allowed his dick to spring free. He grinned at it like he was a kid with a new toy, which he was. He gripped the wide shaft and experimentally pumped it a few times. So hot, so hard and so unlike what he was used to. A big glob of precum oozed from the tip and he gathered it up and used it to lubricate his stroking. David began to stroke himself urgently, his gaze centered on the myriad of sex acts flashing on the screen. He felt an almost overwhelming desire to jack off, to find release and pleasure. Reaching down with his other hand, he cradled his big sack and lightly tugged on the cum laden balls sloshing inside. They felt enormous and he was sure would put out significantly more than he had in the past.

Suddenly on the screen was one of his all-time favorite scenes: Samantha was flat on her back, Peter's cock slotted between her big tits and he was pumping himself towards what David knew would be an enormous facial all over the blonde slut's face. David could feel his balls rising up as the actor withdrew his cock from the woman's tits and stroked himself in front of her face. In time with the actor, David fervently pumped himself and steeled himself for the orgasm upon him. 

Then...nothing. He stroked faster and faster, but the fall off the edge never came and he watched disappointed as Peter painted Samantha's face. David's cock was as hard as a rock, but no matter what he did, he could not make himself cum. He was startled when his mother's face filled the screen.

"That's enough for now David. Breakfast is ready on the patio."

Horrified that he had been discovered jacking off by his own mother, he rapidly stood and cinched the robe shut, willing his cock to deflate. Wait a minute, he suddenly thought. I'm dead. What do I have to be ashamed of? And didn't she say that she was here to cater to his every desire? Emboldened, he strode towards the patio.

His mother turned towards him from the table set for two.

"I thought that we might..."

"Don't ever do that to me again," David barked his face red from anger and embarrassment. 

His mother simply nodded.

"As you wish. I was simply trying to keep you from..."

David cut her off, brushing past her to sit.

"And what's with this 'improved' body you've given me? My equipment worked better on the 45 year old version."

His mother sat across from him before commenting.

"As I said before, you have obligations that must be fulfilled before you can receive and enjoy all the pleasures that this place holds for you."

"What a crock of shit," David muttered, digging into his omelet. He abruptly dropped his fork to the china plate with a clatter, his mother's head jerking up, and her big blue eyes regarding him. "So far this place is just a high end resort with free porn. What if I don't fulfill these 'obligations'? What happens then?"

"Then the pleasure and release that you seek will continue to be denied you. And it will only grow more and more difficult to resist your carnal desires. You will be compelled to act on your urges. It will grow irresistible."

"And what if I don't? Can I leave? Because so far, I haven't seen a whole lot that makes me want to stay and put up with this bullshit," he said, hoping that she wouldn't see through his bluff.

His mother merely smiled at him.

"David, my dear, we both know you're bluffing, but for the sake of argument I'll answer. See that gate over there," she said, indicating a here to fore unseen gate set into the ivy covered brick wall. "If you decide that you no longer want to be here, simply walk through that door."

He looked at the gate.

"What's through there?"

"Another place like this, but different. You see, this afterlife is made up of places full of the things we want, but each desire has a price. If you reject one and move on to the next, the sacrifice grows progressively steeper and the rewards decrease as well" 

He crossed his arms across his chest. "Again, how do I know if..."

"If it's all worth it?" she finished for him. She pushed herself away from the table and stood. "Tell you what David; I'll give you a freebie. You can decide for yourself. Stand up."

He stood as his mother walked towards him.

"But what's the price? How am I supposed to know if this will be worth it?"

"You won't. You can't until then, but this should give you an idea of what awaits you." With that she dropped to her knees before him and began to loosen her robe. David's mouth dropped open and he shut his eyes, shaking his head.

"No?" she said. "Then how about this..."

When he opened his eyes, standing before him was Veronica Zemanova, David's web obsession since he had discovered the internet. Her hair was long, extending to the middle of her back, and jet black. Her eyes were as dark as her hair and shone with mirth as she smiled at him. She pursed her full red lips and blew him a kiss.

"Better?" she asked in her thick Czech accent.

"Much!"

Veronica reached down and undid her robe, shrugging out of it. As it slid off her shoulders, David held his breath in expectation of what he would see. The top slopes of her breasts slid into view. The valley between the firm tits was deep, dark and inviting. Her nipples came into view, hard points of passion jutting out. Her tits hung natural and full, sloping slightly upon her chest. The robe hit the floor and she looked up at him, batting the impossibly long eyelashes. She winked sexily and then cupped her tits offering them to him. He bent forward until his mouth was mere inches from hers. Her breath smelled of cinnamon as she opened her mouth invitingly. David kissed her passionately, their tongues entwining. Her mouth tasted like honey as she sucked hungrily on his tongue. He reached out and tentatively touched the firm sides of her breasts. When she moaned deeply in her throat, he palmed the large globes, the soft flesh spilling over his hands.

Encouraged by her reaction, David slipped his hands down her flat, firm stomach, but she stopped him. 




Heaven or Hell?



"Uh huh. Not yet," she chastened. David stood back up and Veronica reached forward, unfastening his robe. She opened it wide and his cock sprung out, fully hard and aching for release.

Now remember," she said, looking up at him, "This can't happen in the future without your full participation. Got it?"

He nodded rapidly.

"Just suck me!" he croaked hoarsely. 

Veronica opened her full red lips wide and extended her tongue, teasing his pulsing knob. Her right hand came up to stroke his thick shaft, pulling a glob of cum from the tip which she greedily slurped up. She wiped the wide knob over her lips, making them glisten with his cream. She popped just the head in her mouth, suckling it gently before she began to bob her head forward, taking more and more of his solid shaft between her lips. 

He felt the spongy knob hit the back of her throat when she had half of him in her mouth. She paused, taking a deep breath before she plunged her mouth forward, sinking all of his length into her throat. 

David gasped and threw his head back, his hands clenching at his sides before they came around and cradled her soft hair. He looked down and she was looking back up at him, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes, but she looked to be smiling. That is if someone can smile when they've got a big cock stuffed between their lips. She held the position, her lips fluttering around his base. Her tongue extended and teased his sack. He marveled at her ability and wondered what more she could do.

In a flash she backed off him, his now shiny cock bobbling in the air. Veronica gathered her tits in her hands and wrapped them around his rigid pipe. She spat saliva onto the exposed head and looked up at him.

"Fuck my tits, David."

It was a dream comes true as David began to pump his large dick slowly, but surely, between the busty nymph's tits. How many times he had imagined this very scenario, he thought, and now it was coming true!

Veronica's hands slid to the sides of her large globes, exposing the cherry pink nipples without being asked. David began to thrust faster between them, the boob flesh rippling and jiggling as his mighty shaft speared between them. How many men get to live out their fantasies like this, he thought. All too soon, however, he could feel the tightening in his groin as he pumped rapidly, and knew that his climax was not far off. He came to a stop and hissed between his teeth, trying to stave off the inevitable.

"Why are you stopping, baby?" Veronica asked.

"I don't want this to end so quickly. It feels so goddamn good!"

Veronica laughed and bent her head to suckle at his pulsing cock head.

"Silly! You can get it up as often as you want here! In fact, I encourage it. The more times you get off, the happier you'll be."

That was all he needed to hear. David pushed Veronica's hands away and palmed the firm orbs himself, squeezing them tightly around his pole. He began to pump his hips rapidly, his cock a blur of motion between the bobbling breasts. With a guttural cry, he burst forth, the first thick stream arcing up from between her tits to strike the underside of her chin wetly. He had the time to notice that that one shot was almost equal to his entire output while he was living, before his balls lurched again, spewing out an equally huge torrent of cum that flew over her shoulder. Twice more he exploded before Veronica slurped his cannon between her lips and sucked down the last three blasts.

As waves of pleasure washed over him, Veronica sucked him gently, her tongue swirling around his cock. He looked down at the thick stripes decorating her body. Better than Peter North himself, he thought.

"I've never seen so much cum!" Veronica purred. She took his cock out of her mouth and began to lick up and down the long shaft, gathering up any stray cum she came across.

David was amazed. His cock was as hard as it had ever been, pulsing and twitching on her tongue.

"Had enough?" Veronica said. "Or are you ready to take the next step."

He couldn't think of a single thing that would prevent him from continuing. He nodded his head. 

Veronica stood and looked at him, smiling, her upper body criss-crossed by his load.

"So be it," she said. She reached to her side and unfastened the two clips holding the blue thong in place. She looked back up at David, but his attention was centered on the V splitting her legs.

David's first thought as she dropped the fabric to the ground was, "Now, where's she been hiding that?" Because, even though his attention had been centered on Veronica's magnificent bosom, the pe...correction...cock dangling between her legs was very large. It hung heavily, a long tube of flesh capped by a big mushroom knob, which he noticed, was beginning to swell with blood. There was no hair around the base. It didn't appear to be shaven, simply...hairless. He slowly raised his eyes back to Veronica's coal black eyes. The look on her face was one of patience as she waited for him to speak.

"You're...you're...a tranny? I mean, a transsexual?!" He felt his stomach flip inside him and wondered if he was going to destroy the tranquility of this place by vomiting. "What kind of sick joke is this?" he asked.

"No joke Daniel and no, I'm not a transsexual. I'm sure in your hours of perusing the web you have come across images that look much like me, no?"

He had in fact seen the pictures of bony shouldered, muscled lady-boys with limp, or at best, semi-limp dicks, masturbating or butt fucking some poor sap, while they attempted to look sexy with their mannish facial features. 

"No, not like that," she said. "Do these look like any fake boobs you've seen on a tranny? Or this face? Not to brag, but I am quite beautiful, no?" He nodded his head and noticed that Veronica's cock was continuing its northerly migration. It was at half-mast, long and fat.

"Have you ever heard the term futanari?"

David shook his head.

"It's a Japanese term that means 'two forms'. On the web, it takes the form of comics, erotic stories. I'm not a man, I'm not a woman." She lifted her heavy cock and David could see the hairless slit at its base, framed by full, wet pussy lips. She chuckled before continuing. "In this place, I am both and I think you would agree that I possess perfect examples of both attributes, no?"

By now, the huge, solid cock was at a 45 degree angle from Veronica's flat stomach and extended just past her belly button.

"You don't really expect me to..."

"Yes, I do David. This is your reward. This is your punishment. All rolled up into one sexy package."

David laughed nervously.

"Shit! Here I thought that I had hit the jackp...I won't do it! You can't make me! I'm not a homosexual!" He crossed his arms stubbornly across his chest, noting that his erect cock had still not flagged. "Hell, I put up with no pussy for 10 years after puberty, how hard could eternity be?"

Veronica shook her head and looked at him sadly.

"I'm sorry David. Even if you could deny your desires that long, this place," she swept her arms out. "This place will not allow it. It will grow painful, unbearable to you if you do not find release. And it will only get worse the longer you try to hold out." She stepped forward and reached out a hand, caressing his face. He jerked from her as if scalded. "Do not do this to yourself, my David. I do not want to see you in the agony that awaits you. Get past your hang ups, your preconceived notions of what you think it will be like." She reached out to him again and touched his face. This time he let the soft hand stay against his cheek, his head down, his eyes unfocused, but filled with the image of her pulsing cock. "Trust me. It will be so good, the pleasure so fulfilling, that you will wonder why you ever hesitated."

David felt a hotness against his cock and his eyes focused on their two equally huge and hard cocks, jutting up and touching midway up their heavily veined shafts. He jumped back and fixed the beautiful woman with a hard eye.

"Never," he whispered and turned back into the house.

*

David wandered about the home aimlessly, his mind a whirl of random images and scenes from his life. All those hours spent hunched in front of the computer. Was this what it got him? Was he really expected to believe that he was destined to spend eternity as a punk for some...some dick-girl as a result of his 'victimization' of those countless women over the years? He refused to accept this, but the dull ache in his balls was getting progressively worse. 

He found himself back in the multi-media room and looked longingly at the floor to ceiling screen. He sighed heavily, shaking his head. He spied the remote where he had dropped it and angrily snatched it up, cueing up the Porn channel.

A montage of busty women and well hung men scrolled across the screen, engaged in every lewd act that crossed David's mind, as soon as it popped into his mind. Without taking his eyes from the screen, he backed up and went to sit in the chair. His bare ass contacted something and he turned to find a tube of KY jelly. He knew that hadn't been there before, but he took it and unscrewed the cap without question. 

Squeezing a dollop of the lubricant into his palm, he began to work it over his stiff cock. As the lurid images scrolled rapidly across the screen, he jacked himself faster and faster. Time and again he felt he was on the brink of a mind shattering orgasm, but it continued to hover just out of reach. His teeth ground together in his frustration, but no matter how hard he tried, the release he so eagerly sought eluded him. His left hand urgently tugged at his full sack and then slipped lower. 

Hesitantly, at first, his index finger slipped into his tight ass. The bloom of pleasure deep within him encouraged him and he eased his searching finger higher past the rings of muscle until it was as far as he could plunge it. He was close, so close he felt. "Fuck her, fuck this place, I don't need..." 

Like a branding iron had been plunged into his rectum, searing pain pierced his guts and he screamed. The pain was excruciating, like nothing he had ever experienced. He yanked his hands away and bolted off the chair, but the pain continued to engulf him. He lurched into the center of the room and fell to his knees gasping. What could only be described as a migraine times ten filled his brain. His head felt like it was going to burst open.

"David. David, come to me."

He blearily raised his head to see Veronica looking down at him from the screen, her face a picture of tranquility. "Come to me and all will be made right."

Tears streamed down his face as he sobbed from the pain. He levered himself off the ground and stumbled towards the patio.

While not as intense, the pain he felt was still there, like a dull ache, as he walked towards Veronica on the patio. She held her hands out to him and embraced him, running her fingers through his sweat slick hair as he slumped, his face pressed between her large, firm breasts. The burning feeling in his guts and the stabbing throbs in his brain receded somewhat as he clutched Veronica's soft, curvy body to his.

There was no mistaking the hotness of her cock pressed alongside his, snuggled between their bodies. He felt an impulse to jerk back from the sensation, but sharp pains in his stomach and head dissuaded him.

"It's going to be alright David. I promise you. Give yourself to me and untold pleasures await you. Remember how I told you the pain only gets worse the longer you try to resist?" He nodded his head and stood up to look her in the eyes. Over her shoulder he could see the ivy covered gate which led out. He briefly considered...but a sharp pain behind his eyes brought his attention back to Veronica. "David, the pleasures I can give you here also increase the more you willingly give yourself to me and I stress willingly."

David took a deep breath. He was willing to consider anything to get rid of this pain.

"Ok, what do you want? Can I just jerk you off?"

Veronica laughed at him, but not unkindly.

"Would you be satisfied with just a hand job? Again David, the more you please me, the more I can please you and the more of this place I can offer you."

He felt he had no choice. If he thought this price was high, how costly would it be for him to walk through that gate? He lowered his face to her throat and began to lick and suck tenderly. Veronica hummed and exposed more of her neck to him. David felt like his fist was moving in slow motion as he insinuated it between their bodies and brushed it across her hard cock. She hissed between her full, red lips.

"That's it baby. Don't be afraid. Hold it in your hand. Feel what I have for you."

David opened his palm and gripped the thick stalk. It felt like his hand was operating outside the control of his body as he squeezed the fat tube and tentatively began to stroke it.

"Your doing fine David. Think about what you like. What makes you feel good? Do that to me."

David was kissing lower on her body, his mouth trailing across the generous slopes of her breasts. His tongue flicked over her erect nipples and drew them in turn into his mouth. He was now stroking her cock with no hesitation, the steady drool of her precum slicking his hand. It felt hot and slippery and he worked it around and up and down the throbbing pole. His mouth dropped lower, kissing her flat stomach. He wormed his tongue into her belly button and she gasped appreciatively.

It's now or never, David thought, and dropped to his knees.

The wide, throbbing knob hung before him as he whipped his hand up and down the hot shaft. Nervously, he licked his lips. He could smell the clean scent of her skin and feel the heat coming off her thick cock, like a burning coal was suspended in front of his face. He raised his eyes to hers to see that she was smiling down at him.

"Go ahead David. Give in to it. Suck my cock."

He looked back down and took a deep breath before opening his mouth and before chickening out, dropped it over the bulky head. It was like a fresh hot dog from a street vendor, he rationalized. The skin of her cock was smooth, with an underlying hardness beneath her soft flesh. The taste was tart and salty. He removed his hands from where they rested on his lap and skinned them up her silky legs. Knowing what he liked, he moved a hand between her legs, making to caress her balls and was momentarily taken aback to find her wet pussy lips. He heard her giggle and looked up.

"I don't have external testicles David, but thank you for trying. Put your finger in me. Feel how tight and hot I am. That's what awaits you."

David thumbed her erect clit and teased her outer lips before inserting it into her tight cunt. He had never felt such a tight pussy, and even though his real life experience was limited, knew that the pleasure of fucking her would be second to none. The angle of his hand allowed him to cup the bottom cheeks of her ass while he thrust his thumb into her pussy, the juices hot and sticky and coating his digit copiously. He slid his middle finger between her taut cheeks and poked it to the second knuckle in her tight ass hole. Veronica caressed his hair while he six-packed her.

"Are you just going to hold it in your mouth?" Veronica asked with a chuckle.

David raised his eyes. He'd almost forgotten he had a dick in his mouth for the first time and drew back, the thick cock swinging up with a plop.

"I...I'm not sure what to do," he stammered.

"Just do what you like David," Veronica said, caressing his cheek. "Use your tongue; use your teeth, but not too much. Suck on it like you would a lollipop."

David extended his tongue and began to slurp all around the oozing cock. The more he did, the more he noticed that the pain which had been so intense earlier seemed to fade. He opened his mouth and slid it over her cock. He swirled his tongue along the underside and began to suck gently. Veronica began to gently rock her sweet hips to and fro, pumping just a couple of inches in and out of his sucking mouth. Her small hands cradled his head.

As the thick cock slid wetly over his tongue, David thought, I'll never be able to take that whole...

"This is enough for now David. Trust me, it feels so good. As you gain experience, we can try more," Veronica whispered. Her cock was steadily oozing cream which he swallowed down as fast as it came. It seemed the more she put out, the more he craved. It tasted tart and tangy and gone was his disgust. He'd never even tasted his own as many times as he had shot it on his own stomach or in a tissue, but wondered what he had been afraid of. It tasted wonderful!

Veronica was pumping more rapidly between his smacking lips. Unconsciously, David gripped his own cock with his free hand, but then almost pulled it away in fear of bringing back the pain. He experimentally stroked himself and it only felt good, so he continued to do so while finger fucking both of her holes and sucking her tasty prick.

With a wet smack, Veronica pulled herself out of his mouth and stepped back, forcing him to remove his fingers from her. He kneeled there, jacking himself as she stood over him and stroked herself. He looked up at her.

"Did I do something wrong? Please, it feels so good! I won't to suck you some more!"

"Sweet David," she smiled. "We have eternity for you to suck my cock, but now I want your virgin ass."

David's eyes flew open wide. He had been so caught up in the unexpected pleasure of sucking her cock that he hadn't thought about the next logical step. He eyed the huge phallus and wondered how it would ever fit, but he knew he must do it. His balls were full of cum and he was desperate to orgasm. If this is what must happen, then...

"Tell me how," he whispered submissively.

"On the lounger. On your knees. Rest your head down and I will take you places you never thought possible."

David stood and walked over to the reclined lounger, his stiff cock wagging in front of him. He knelt on the cushions and put his hands down, assuming a position on all fours. Veronica came up behind him and pressed his head and shoulders gently down to the fabric. He turned his head as far to the side as he could and strained to see what she was doing behind him.

A tube of KY jelly was in her hand and she was slicking up her prodigious pole with its slippery goop. Apparently satisfied with her efforts, she squeezed a glop onto his totally exposed bung. The lubricant felt cool against his ring. He felt her rest a small hand on one of his upraised buttocks and then next felt her swirl the KY around with the first two fingers of her other. Slowly she began to tease the outer ring of muscle. David tensed.

"Relax David. It will go so much easier if you do."

He breathed deeply and tried to will his ass muscles loose.

Veronica slowly inserted one finger, pushing slowly forward. David hissed between his teeth. It actually felt good as she began to leisurely pump her finger in his ass. His erection strained forward. It felt like the nerves in his cock were directly connected with the ones in his clutching ass and he thought that it was likely they were. 

Veronica slid her middle finger into his ass alongside the other and David gasped. He felt so full with those two slim digits. She'd never get that big co...

"When I begin to fuck you David, push back at me. As gross as it may sound, if you will pretend you are taking a shit, it will be much easier."

"But what if I..."

"Trust me, you won't. You'll never need to here. This morning you only had to use the bathroom because we thought it would make it easier to adjust if you did what you normally do upon getting out of bed."

She pulled her fingers from his ass and he felt the ring close with an almost audible snap.




Heaven or Hell?



"Are you ready my David?" she asked in her thick, sexy accent.

He took a deep breath.

"Fuck me."

Veronica placed her wide knob right on top of his hole and he could feel its heat against the ring and his ass cheeks. She began to push forward. David grimaced at the feeling, the spongy knob insinuating itself, steadily boring forward. Veronica gave a quick thrust and was through, the first ring snapping over the wide knob. David yelped and bit the chair cushion. She slid her warm hands up and down his back, calming him as his body shrank from the big intruder.

"Remember, push against me David."

David concentrated on relaxing and pushing his guts out in a releasing manner as Veronica resumed her pressure. She steadily slid forward. David felt so full and packed, like he had just spent two hours at a Chinese buffet. The pain of her entry was slipping away, slowly being replaced by a glow in his belly. Little pin pricks of pleasure sparked in his brain. Veronica had about half of her big cock in his ass when she stopped and rolled her hips.

"Uhhhhh," David groaned into the cushion. "That feels good Veronica. Do that some more."

Veronica continued to roll her hips slowly and pulled steadily back until only the fat knob remained lodged in his ass. She then started pumping her slim hips, working a few inches in and out of his ass, allowing him time to get used to the thick shaft. 

David marveled at how good it felt to have her cock in his ass. So this is what all the fuss is about, he chuckled to himself. He took back every condescending thought he'd had about homosexuals before. And the best part he thought, as he raised himself up on his hands, his back arching, was that he had the best of both worlds now: any gorgeous woman he wanted, complete with big tits, tight pussy and ass, plus a perfect cock.

David looked back over his shoulder as Veronica sped up her strokes in his ass. Her big tits swung about as her hips flew forward. She was now working over half of the big cock in his tight ass, and it felt wonderful, he thought. Veronica smiled at him and gripped his hips, speeding up even more.

"See David, I told you it would be glorious."

He shuddered from the pleasure, his cock and balls slapping against his stomach from the force of Veronica's fuck strokes. 

"It is, it is. Thank you so much." He squeezed his eyes shut from the pleasure of the butt fucking prick. He wondered what it would feel like when she came in his ass, he wondered if...

Something brushed against his lips and startled, his eyes flew open. Another thick cock, identical to the one buggering his ass was poised in front of his mouth. He looked up past the slim hips and flat stomach, over the big tits to see blue eyes, blond hair and a wide smile.

It was Adele Stephens, Veronica's frequent partner for photo shoots.

"See David," Adele said, "We told you it would only get better."

David whimpered and opened his mouth, his tongue lolling out. Adele wasted no time, thrusting her big cock into his open maw. David sucked hard, savoring the hot flesh. 

The busty goddesses battered his submissive body from either end, one plunging forward while the other withdrew. Wet smacks filled the air in accompaniment to David's grunts.

When David felt Veronica's warm hand reach around his hips and begin to fervently stroke his cock, he screamed around the mouthful of flesh in his mouth and sucked harder, eager for his release. Adele pumped his mouth rapidly and then moaned, her big cock lurching in his mouth. When the first big globs of cum filled his mouth, David began frantically swallowing the tasty cream. His mouth craved the slimy spunk as it slid down his throat. Adele withdrew from his mouth and began to spurt onto his outstretched tongue.

Veronica screamed in ecstasy behind him, her cock swelling in the tight confines of David's ass before belching forth stream after thick stream of hot spunk. David could feel the hot, wet splashes in his guts and his dick lurched in her hand, spewing forth his climax before him. He whimpered in pleasure as his balls emptied the copious load and he sucked Adele's offered prick back into his mouth. He felt like the earth was swallowing him whole. Pure pleasure engulfed his body as his orgasm trailed off as did Veronica's pumping of his ass. She withdrew herself, as did Adele and they stood before him, their large cocks still towering skyward.

"I'm so proud of you David," Veronica said. "Now all the glories of this place can be yours. Name your pleasure."

"I want to fuck you," he whispered, his still hard cock twitching as he stroked it. "And I want you to fuck my ass at the same time," indicating Adele.

The women smiled. Veronica dropped to an adjacent lounger and lay down, her thick cock jutting up from her slim hips. She spread her legs, exposing the hairless slit and tight ass hole just behind the thick base of her prick. She trailed a finger through her folds.

"Which hole lover?"

"Both." David walked forward and positioned himself between her legs. Veronica began stroking her cock as he teased his juicy knob between her pussy lips and began to slide forward.

"Ohhh, that's it baby. Fuck me with that hard cock," she cooed.

He began to hunch himself forward rapidly. What reason was there to hold back? He hadn't had three orgasms in a day in probably 20 years. David felt Adele's hand on his shoulder and he lowered himself over Veronica, her big tits slapping against his chest as he pumped her mercilessly.

"Uh, uh, uh, fuck me, fuck me!" she wailed.

David felt Adele's hard cock hunching between his cheeks and stopped fucking Veronica's piping hot box. He pulled out and slotted his knob at her ass. She reached down and grasped her knees, pulling them backwards and opening herself to him. He forcefully fucked himself past the tight ring with one thrust. Veronica screamed aloud and raked his chest with her long fingernails, drawing blood. As if in retribution, Adele similarly pumped his ass guts full of her wide prick and began to hammer his butt in time with his pumping of Veronica. 

The three lovers moaned and grunted. Sweat flew from their bodies as they slammed into each other time and again. Veronica's ass fit his cock like a glove and he battered it relentlessly. He felt Adele's hands on his shoulders, gripping for leverage, her cock plunging balls deep time and again. David was licking and sucking Veronica's ear as she screamed and cried into his.

"Here it comes baby," he moaned. "Take all my hot load!"

He exploded into her fluttering ass muscles at the same time Adele filled his chute with her cream. David felt wet splatters against his chest from Veronica's erupting cock trapped between them. The three of them lurched and trembled from the pleasure of their simultaneous climaxes. It seemed to go on and on and just when David felt he had nothing left to give, his cock would lurch again, pumping another stream into Veronica's buttery hot ass. 

David felt Adele's soft breasts brush against his back as she leaned down and licked his ear tenderly.

"See my David? Do you see?"

At first he thought his mind was playing tricks on him as he raised his head and watched the vines growing over the gate set into the side of the wall, until no opening could be seen. 

He looked down into the most beautiful face he'd ever laid eyes on. Veronica smiled up at him and began to rotate her hips, rolling his still hard cock in her cum filled butt. Behind him, Adele was lazily pumping her cock to and fro in his spasming ass. 

David still wasn't sure if he was in heaven or hell, but one thing he knew for certain was...

"I'm home."

Fin



Heaven or Hell



Hi folks, this one is a shorter one. As usual I'd like to thank everyone who read and commented on last week's story whether you understood what I was trying to do or not. Always remember, writing is like a conversation. I throw an idea out there and you may see it completely differently than I do. There are sometimes aspects of stories that I never knew were there that you guys point out to me. A great example of that is Chrissie. Which I've recently touched up for another project involving myself and a couple of your favorite writers. I had to include in the new version an idea that I learned from reading your comments. When I wrote the story I just figured that the car loved him. (we all know that Mustangs are far more than mere vehicles, right?) Anyway some of you had the idea that it was his dead girlfriend's spirit inhabiting the car. I truly never saw that when I wrote the story, but I have included that idea in the subsequent version. See you guys are far smarter than I am. Anyway as always feel free to comment on anything I do and please don't hesitate to tell me when I'm wrong or I miss something, especially when you can do it in a constructive way. Before I forget, I need to thank Mikothebaby for her brilliant work editing this one, she really is the reason these things come out as well as they do. SS06

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My first conscious thought was about how annoying the beeping sound was. Then I panicked as I realized that there was a tube down my throat. In fear and confusion, my arms began to flail as I tried to breathe on my own and that was when the pain in my chest took over again.

The mere action of trying to move my arms had lit my chest on fire. The pain was so bad that I thought I was dead. I wanted to be dead just to end the pain. As the beeping increased, the steady drip of medication must have increased as well because I was suddenly barely able to keep my eyes open.

I was aware though at the edge of my consciousness of people coming into the room. They all seemed to be really concerned about me. I didn't recognize a single one of them. A very pretty black woman, who was probably some kind of doctor seemed to be really concerned and in charge.

"Oh fuck!" she yelled. "He tore open the stitches in his chest. I told you we needed to restrain his arms. The frontal Deltoids connect to the pectoral muscles, damn it. If he moves his arms, he's going to tear open the God damned wounds."

"Why the fuck is he even awake?" asked another doctor. This one was male. "He's getting enough sedatives to keep a God damned elephant under. Three more days and we could have taken the stitches out. Everything would have been fine."

"It's the God damned breathing tube," said the pretty doctor again. "He's getting better and you should have taken the fucking tube out and started him to breathing on his own as soon as his lungs were cleared and strong enough."

"Okay, I fucked up," said the male doctor. "It was a judgment call. I'd rather have him alive and uncomfortable, than end up like some of the others who just died in the middle of the night because they stopped breathing. This guy is a fucking hero. I'm not letting him die on my watch. If we had a big enough staff, I'd have someone monitoring him around the clock. But thanks to Obama care we can't even afford a CNA for that." The voices got quieter and more fuzzy and I realized in the back of my mind that they weren't actually getting quieter, I was just going back to sleep.

The next time I woke up, I didn't want to. I was dreaming that some blond woman was crying and she was so pretty, I wanted to stay asleep and watch her cry. I had the feeling that somehow she was crying over me. I believe that I was actually conscious for almost two full minutes that time. And I do remember trying to breathe and noticing that the tube was gone from my mouth. There was a smaller tube, in my nose this time, and it seemed to be pushing air into me but I was breathing without the tube down my throat. I didn't bother trying to open my eyes, because I was just too tired to. I fell back asleep exhausted.

I woke up again shortly after that, I thought, but it might not have been so shortly. I have no idea of time during that period. My blankets were pulled back and I was freezing. My eyes opened and the pretty doctor was cooing over my chest and talking to me.

"You had such nice muscle development," she said. "It's going to be a long time before you can go back to the gym though. Over the next few weeks I'd be happy just to see you sit up. I'd be ecstatic to see you stand up. But you're a fighter. You're going to come through this just fine."

"Arrrrgghhh!" I managed to get out. That one sound that wasn't even a word, exhausted me. Just drawing in enough oxygen to try to force sound out of my raw throat to speak had tired me out. I'd barely opened my eyes enough to assure myself that it was her and then I was out again.

She grasped my hand and I managed through great effort to weakly squeeze her fingers before I fell back into dreams about the blond woman that I was beginning to remember. Remembering her took a great deal of effort and the funny thing was that other than an innate sense of self, I actually didn't know who I was yet. I knew that I was a person and I knew that I was me. But I hadn't quite gone about the process of remembering who "ME," was. 

I was beginning to become cognizant of the passing of time though. The last time I'd awakened and tried to speak, it had been dark outside of the windows. This time I was strong enough to open my eyes fully and look around. I looked around the room for my angelic doctor and found that I was alone. I remembered snatches of moments from the other times that I'd been semiconscious. I learned from them. I remembered the searing pain from trying to move my arms, so I remained as still as possible.

I opened my eyes fully and barely moved my head a bit. Except for a wave of dizziness there was no pain or discomfort associated with it.

I drew in a deeper breath and felt pain in both the inside of my chest and the muscles connected to it. I wiggled my fingers both individually and in groups. For some reason, I kept making sure that my index fingers worked. I didn't think of them as index finger though. I thought of them as trigger fingers.

I flexed my wrists and there was still no pain in my chest. I very gently raised my arms at least as far as the restrains would allow and felt barely a tingle. I believe that the tingle was probably more related to breathing harder due to the effort than it was from pain.

I moved on. I wiggled my toes. They seemed to work fine. I almost smiled at that. If there was still feeling in my toes it meant that I'd probably still be able to walk. I tentatively tried to lift my legs and was able to lift each leg in turn off of the bed. After that I was sweating and so exhausted that I fell back asleep.

"So Jim, did you have a good workout this morning," she asked. My eyes fluttered and opened. There she was standing over me. Her smile and the contrast between those very white teeth and her smooth caramel brown skin was almost too much for me. I smiled back at her.

"Okay, we're making big time progress here," she laughed. "Let's try something," she said.

She held a cup with a bent straw in it up to my lips. "Suck on this very slowly just a little bit at a time." she said. That was when I knew that I was going to be fine. I was already reading things into what she said. The things I wanted more than anything else to suck on were her succulent lips. But I took a sip of the water in the cup. It burned as it went down my raw throat at first and then as my throat lubricated itself from the fluids, I tried to drink more and more of it.

She quickly snatched the cup away.

"Jim, you have to take this slowly," she cautioned. "All we'd need is for a sip of water to go down the wrong pipe. If you start coughing, you'll pop your stitches and have to go back into surgery... And you're too weak to start testing out your muscles..." I tilted my head to look at her.

"I figured out what you did the other day," she smirked. "You don't have to worry about it. You have no nerve damage and no spinal damage. Your brain function appears undamaged. You'll be able to walk and talk and do everything you were always able to very soon. The problem is that it's going take time because everything we do involves breathing, Honey. And right now that's where you're weak. You lost about 10 to 15% of your lung capacity due to necrosis of the tissue. I'd imagine that your brain is fuzzy and you're having trouble remembering things too." I nodded my head.

"I know that you probably have gaps in your memory and you want to know all of it but the key thing for you to do right now is just to rest and get your strength back. Until you've been cleared by your therapist, I can't even discuss what I know of what happened to you, or even your injuries, so just sit back, relax and get better," she said.

I was still focusing on the fact that she'd called me, Honey. I closed my eyes and took another nap. Over the next few days I grew stronger. I got to the point where they took the restraints off of my arms and shortly after that I was strong enough to sit up in bed. At the end of the week, I was allowed to push myself up and let my legs dangle over the side of the bed. I never thought that sitting down could be so exhausting.

The best moment of the weekend came when I was allowed to eat. Campbell's chicken noodle soup and Jello have never tasted so good. Bright and early Monday morning I was told that I had an appointment and that my doctor would be in to see me soon. I hit the button for the nurse and asked her for a razor and a washcloth and a pan of warm water. I wanted to shave and brush my teeth and wash my face.

"You can barely lift your arms," she smirked. "What do you need to get all gussied up for?"

"I have a doctor's appointment this morning," I said. "I haven't seen her in about three days so I want to look good."

Just as the nurse broke out laughing the door opened and a woman stepped into my room. I frowned and the nurse stopped laughing. "Hi Beth, what's so funny," she asked my nurse.

I folded my arms across my chest in a gesture of frustration.

"He can barely sit up and he wants to get himself all dolled up," laughed my nurse. "If you want me to, I'll shave you and brush your teeth for you. But it's a bit late. Your doctor is already here."

"She's not in the room yet," I said. "You could do it quick." The new woman started laughing too.

"I'm your doctor," she said.

"No you're not," I said. "Well maybe you are, but I thought..."

"You thought we meant, "The pretty brown skinned one," right?" she laughed. My lower lip stuck out even further.

"Don't worry," she said. "It's a good sign in more ways than one. It just means that you're human and mentally well off."

"How can you tell that?" I asked.

"Almost every male patient here and some of the females fall in love with Doctor Griggs. She really is that pretty," she said. "She's also one of the nicest people I know. And she's very, very good at her job. So being attracted to her just proves you're sane and stable. It also lets me know that you have no prejudices or hang ups. Some of those racist guys who find themselves attracted to her nearly tear their hair out looking for a way to explain it."

"So I'm not her patient anymore?" I asked sadly. She smiled and tried to hold back her laughter.

"She still owns your body, cowboy," she said. "But I own your mind. I'm Dr. Amanda Clark. It's my job to help you get your memory back and make sure that you're emotionally stable. Then I'll hand you over to one of our department's occupational specialists who'll determine when you're fit to return to work, if ever."

I looked at her again. She was very slim with long inky black hair. Her eyes were a bluish gray and were very pale. It was a good look. She had a few freckles smeared across her nose and cheeks and she smiled as I examined her.

"You need to be more tactful," she said.

"Huh?" I asked.

"When you stare at a woman that openly, it's actually kind of rude," she said.

"Sorry," I said. "I was just..."

"Comparing me to the love of your life and finding out all of the places where I come up short," she said.

"No," I said. "Not at all."

"Well, why don't we get started," she smiled. "If you do well, maybe I'll reward you by telling you when Dr. Griggs will be back from her vacation."

"First off," she said, changing the subject. "Let's see how much you remember. What's your name?"

I thought hard. The first thing I remembered was that Dr. Griggs had called me, Honey. But that couldn't be my name. Then thinking even harder, I remembered that she'd called me Jim.

"It's Jim...James," I said. "I'm James Patterson."

"Excellent, Jim, James Patterson," she said. "What do you do for a living?"

I thought about it and drew a blank. I noticed that she wrote that and several other observations down.

"Do you remember your family?" she asked. "Do you remember a wife or children? Do you remember your parents or siblings?"

"No wife...yet!" I said. "No children, either. I remember my parents. I called them Mom and Dad..."

She looked at me and I laughed. "My dad is Greg Patterson. He's a plumber and he's retired now. My mom is Sally Patterson. She's a housewife and she recently started working even more hours."

"How did she start working more hours?" she asked.

"Well, as a housewife, her job is ordering my dad around. With him retired, they're together more and that gives her more time to boss him around but he loves it. The two of them love each other like crazy."

"Is that something you're interested in?" she asked.

"I think it's something that everyone is interested in," I said. "Having someone to share your life with is a very good thing. When that person loves you and you love them just as much, it's almost magical."

She stopped writing and started to look at me. "And you don't have that?" she asked. "Why not?"

"I guess I just haven't found the right girl yet," I said. She scribbled something down in her notes.

"Okay, that's enough for today," she said. "I'll see you again tomorrow. In the meantime, I want you to try to remember as much as you can about your occupation. Don't strain yourself. I've looked at all of your tests and your mind is fine. The memory loss is only temporary. I don't want to traumatize you, but I also don't want to hold anything back. The reason you're having the memory loss is because you lost a lot of blood and your brain didn't get any oxygen for a while. It will all come back in bits and pieces. We just need to give you a little bit more information every day."

As she turned to leave, I tilted my head and looked at her. "Oh yes," she said. "Dr. Griggs delayed her vacation to take care of you. She wouldn't leave until you were out of danger. She should be back in about ten more days and I'm hoping that you're home by then. She will no doubt want follow up visits, so you'll probably see her just after that time period."

The news that she'd delayed her vacation for me made me feel really good. But I also felt confused. I wonder why I kept thinking about the short blond woman every time I closed my eyes. It was almost as if she was trying to ask me something.

I closed my eyes to take a nap and almost immediately lost consciousness. The dream I had was the first that I remembered since I'd originally awakened. It wasn't a dream in the normal sense it was as if my mind had simply started trying to make sense of all of the random bits of memory it had assimilated since I lost my marbles. I heard loud banging sounds always three of them. And white hot periods of pain in my chest. And there was some kind of emblem or medallion of an animal. And I remember the blond woman. All of those disjointed sounds and feelings and images whirled around in my head fighting for supremacy over my consciousness.

And then amidst all of it, I came to in my hospital room and she was sitting right beside my bed. She smelled like flowers. She was wearing a short skirt and her hair was very blond. She wore a shirt with almost all of the buttons open and I could see her breasts. They weren't flat, barely noticeable ones like Dr. Clark's or nice firm, rounded ones like Dr. Griggs'. They were funny. They were long and up turned. I remembered the term banana titties then and it made me laugh.

Almost as if she could read my thoughts, she looked at me. "You never called them banana tits when you were sucking on them," she said. "I seem to remember that you loved squeezing them and playing with them."

"You're right," I told her. "We were both younger then and I was jealous. Since you came back, I've never once thought of them as banana tits."

"I wonder what kind of dream you're having," said a voice. I turned my head and stared right at the nurse.

"I wasn't dreaming," I said. "My eyes were wide open. I was talking to her..." I noticed that the chair beside the bed was empty.

"She was right there in that chair. Didn't you see her?" I asked.

"Nope," she said. "But, when your mind is trying to reorder itself, you sometimes have trouble distinguishing reality from daydreams. It's a good sign sometimes."

"And other times it's a sign that you're going nucking futs," I said. She laughed.

The next morning Dr. Clark was back. "Your nurse told me you had some interesting things happen to you yesterday," she said.

"I had a conversation with a woman who wasn't there," I said. "I kind of almost remember her but not really."

"That's interesting," she said, jotting it down. "What do you remember now that you didn't remember yesterday?" she asked.

"Not much," I said. I gave her a list of foods that I like or dislike. I told her about some of my friends that I remembered. I told her about playing golf and that I liked to run. I told her about how I remembered that I liked to work on cars or at least my car. She nodded her head through all of it.

"Very good," she said. "It's coming back in bits and pieces. But the pace of it seems to be accelerating. I'd say that we need to be very careful because before too long you'll know all of it again. Don't push too hard."

"Why not?" I asked. "I want to be me again. The sooner the better."

We made small talk and she asked me a few questions about things that I liked and then she left. As she walked out of the room the blond walked in. They must have seen each other.

"Who the hell are you?" I asked.

"That's a very silly question to ask the woman who's loved you most of your life," she said. "I have to say that things are proceeding a lot more slowly than I'd like. You do know that you're the only one who can help me, don't you? You have to get your memory back or I'm going to be in a lot of pain."

I just looked at her. I got thirsty and she handed me the cup of water. She brought me the stack of magazines that was on the table near the door.

"Are these mine?" I asked. "Where did they come from?"

"I guess your friends and family must've brought them," she said. "I don't think you can have visitors yet. They're still worried about the fragile state of your head and your memory. But if they brought the magazines, they have to be about something you like. So maybe they'll help to jog your memory. "

I looked at her and smiled. "That really is a good idea," I said.

"What's my name?" she asked. I looked at her and couldn't figure it out. I drew a blank and told her so.

"She walked over to me and gently grabbed my face and kissed me. Her lips and hands felt cool to the touch but they warmed me up. She started out kissing me very gently. It was as if she thought I'd break. But she quickly ramped up the intensity and thrust her tongue down my throat. She wrapped her arms around me and I started to become aroused as her kisses grew even more demanding.




Heaven or Hell



She reached down and stuck her hand under the blanket and rubbed my throbbing erection.

"I see these banana tits don't stop you from wanting to fuck me, do they?" she asked. I was harder than I ever remember.

"Can I?" I croaked.

"Jimmy, you can have all the pussy you want, as soon as you remember me," she said. "It really is all yours and always has been. What's my name?"

I concentrated so hard that steam had to be coming out of my ears. I remembered that it began with a consonant. It was right there on the tip of my tongue.

"Where the hell did you get those magazines?" the voice of the nurse shattered my concentration.

I looked around the room and only the nurse and I were there. "Oh, someone handed them to me while I was doing my memory exercises," I said. There was no way I was going to tell the nurse about the blond woman again. I think that the blond woman was someone that I knew who was sneaking into the hospital to see me and slipping out when someone else came near me.

At least I knew more now than I knew a couple of days ago. For instance, I knew that the blond woman, no matter what kind of games she was playing, was on my side. She wanted me to remember her.

I also knew that she was someone I knew and that we'd had a long standing relationship and that our relationship was a sexual one. I was sure that she was my girlfriend and probably a live in, since she often used terms like, "Home," and, "Our bed."

I could also tell that though she was dying for me to remember her, she was very careful. She didn't feed me any information or tell me anything. She too was concerned with not damaging my psyche or my memory by telling me too much too fast.

The next morning when Dr. Clark arrived, she saw the magazines and got upset at first. Then she started to show me certain pictures in them and ask me questions.

She picked up several of the magazines and showed me pictures. A lot of the pictures had no effect on me at all. They were just pictures. She showed me one of the car magazines and something clicked. When she showed me a picture of a new Camaro, my mouth forced itself into an evil smile.

"Okay, we got a reaction there," she smiled. "What is the first thing you think of when I show you this uhm..."Cammer...O?" she asked.

"It's pronounced Camaro," I said.

"So you like the Camaro?" she asked again.

"Fuck no!" I spat. That shocked her.

"But it did get a reaction," she said hesitantly. "What does seeing the Camaro make you think about?"

"Lunch," I said. "Or toast. It makes me hungry more than anything else because my Mustang eats those little toy cars for lunch."

"You have a Mustang?" she asked.

"Hell yeah," I said smiling. Another piece had fallen into place. The little horse emblems suddenly made sense. "I have a 2013, Glass black Mustang GT. It has custom black bar billet upper and lower grills. The same bar billet pattern as hood vents. It has black rims, black rotors, black brake calipers too. It has a Paxton twin screw supercharger and a custom intercooler. Both of them are also black. I have high temperature glass black enamel over my MagnaFlow exhaust system too. The whole thing puts out over seven hundred horsepower and..."

"I don't have a clue what any of that means," she said. "But it means something to you and that's another brick in the wall of your mind that's back in place.

"Do you remember anything else?"

"I remember that when I'm chasing down people on the job, I sometimes complain that the cars they assign us aren't as fast as my car and don't handle as well and...."

My eyes widened and so did my smile. "I'm a cop aren't I?" I asked. "I'm a God damned detective. I work out of precinct five-two, under Captain Greer. I work in an undercover squad with my best friend Pete, a female officer named Julie and a black guy named Link, which is short for Lincoln."

She was nodding her head and smiling as much as I was. The next thing I knew, I was hugging her. I looked up and the blond woman was standing in the door and she didn't seem happy to see me hugging Dr. Clark.

Dr. Clark didn't seem to be in any hurry to push me away either and we both felt awkward as we reluctantly let go.

"I guess we both got a little bit carried away," she said. "It was probably just our happiness that your memory is coming back."

"I think so too," I said. I noticed even as she spoke that her breasts might have been small but the nipples that were as hard as rocks and tenting her blouse were full sized and showing no signs of going down. It was hard for me not to reach for them.

"I think that's enough for today," she said and quickly left the room.

Once again she had to have at least brushed the blond on her way out of the room. As the blond sat down in the chair next to the bed, the expression on her face was anything but happy. "Keep your HANDS off of that nerd and everything else off of her too," she said angrily.

"We were just excited," I said. "My memory is coming back."

"You're still excited," she spat and I don't think it's from your God damned memory. She reached under the hospital gown and pulled out my dick. She leaned over and started licking my blood filled organ from the base of my balls to the tip. Then she swallowed the whole thing in one gulp and began bobbing her head quickly up and down while massaging the shaft in her hand. It took her less than five minutes before I was ready to howl. She pressed her hand over my mouth and tickled the base of my balls and I just let it go. She swallowed every drop that I put out.

"What's my name?" she asked. I was breathing so hard that I couldn't form words.

Then I stared into her eager eyes. "I don't know," I said.

"Remember, no pussy until you can say my name," she told me. "So I guess you don't get the rest of your favorite thing. What's your car's name?" she asked.

"Smoke," I said without hesitation. I smiled as I said.

"That pisses me off," she said. "You can remember that God damned car's name and not mine. You even got excited about that boney bitch and her tiny tits but you can't remember my name."

"You could always tell me," I said.

"No, in order for this to work, you need to remember my name and what we mean to each other," she said. "Take a nap and keep trying to remember."

I did. I started thinking and trying to remember as much as I could. It began as a trickle and the trickle became a flow. It all started to come back then. I remembered names and faces and places and events. Every day, Dr. Clark and I dug further into my memory. At the same time my body got stronger. Dr. Griggs came back from vacation and pronounced me ready to begin physical therapy to rehabilitate my body.

She also broke my heart when she introduced me to her husband and their kids. Dr. Clark saw me every day. She even came over to sit with me for a while on the weekends which even my nurses thought was unusual. "I think you're her first patient that's a bona fide hero," one of them told me.

Over the next couple of weeks both my body and my mind got stronger. The only things I couldn't remember where the incident that put me in the hospital in the first place, or the blond. I started to think that maybe they were linked in some way.

Dr. Clark told me that in order to move on. I had to come to terms with what had happened that day and then go through therapy to deal with my feelings about the incident before they'd let me go back to work. We decided that my mind was probably refusing to allow me to remember it because it was extremely traumatic.

We decide to very slowly, bit by bit, go over the incident and discuss how I felt about each piece of information before moving on to another bit.

The very first day that we started she told me one thing. She held my hand very tightly and told me, "You know that you're a cop, right?" I nodded. "You had to kill a man in the line of duty. You shot him three times."

I thought about it and it made sense. That explained another of the bits and pieces from my nightmares. The three loud bangs that I'd heard over and over were the three shots. When I thought about it, I was sure it fit.

She asked me what I was thinking and what I saw in my mind when she told me about it. I described what I remembered. There was a man. He was a big guy. He was bigger than me and I remember being in pain and falling and I reached up and shot him. He kept coming even as I fell. I shot him again full in the chest and he kept coming. My first shot had been in his shoulder and it hadn't even slowed him down. The shot to the chest made him pause but nothing more. My last shot had been as he was leaning right over me. I hadn't wanted to do it, but I shot him right between his fucking eyes. He fell on top of me, as dead as the back street boys. I didn't have the strength to even push him off of me or roll out from under him.

I was shaking and sweating as I remembered it. Dr. Clark had her arms wrapped around me and was rubbing my back. "It's okay," she said. "It can't hurt us. It can only make us stronger. It's only a memory. It isn't happening now. It's already happened and we lived through it. It won't ever happen again. It can't cause us any pain because we understand it for what it is."

I was rubbing her back too and as we hugged, I smelled her. Her perfume, her soap even the tiny traces of sweat were intoxicating. I couldn't help it, I let my nose gently graze her neck and she moaned. At almost the same instant, the big florescent light tube in the hall just outside of my door way exploded. Dr. Clark and I moved away from each other but I saw the blond woman standing in the doorway with both of her hands clenched into fists. She turned and walked away pushing one of the nurses who came to investigate out of her way.

When I asked the nurse about it later she remembered the blond woman but not her face. She also thought that she'd tripped. She didn't remember the blond woman pushing her. She told me that she was sure the woman worked in the hospital because she'd seen her before. That told me that my girlfriend or whomever she was, worked in the hospital. That was why she could show up whenever she damned well pleased, whether it was visiting hours or not.

As the nurse looked around the room to see if she could figure out why the lighting tube had simply exploded, a maintenance man came in and first swept up the glass. Then he put up a new lighting tube.

"I've never heard of one of these things exploding before," he said. "Even when they get really old they just stop lighting up."

"Maybe it was a power surge," said the nurse. He looked at her like she should stick to nursing.

"Lady, all of these lights are on the same circuit. A power surge would have blown them all out, not just this one," he said.

"Maybe it was defective," she said.

"Uh huh," he said. "I have records of when we install and change every frigging bulb in this hospital. That tube was about a year old. So it's been through an entire year of being turned on, off and dimmed, but it waited a year to just explode. Yep that sounds logical." He kept grumbling as he took his ladder and his tools and left the room.

"So Dr. Clark..." said the nurse. "I didn't know that you worked weekends."

"The dreams he's been having are upsetting me," said Dr. Clark.

"No Shit, they're upsetting all of us, when he wakes up screaming like that," said the nurse as she turned and left the room.

"We've uhm...done enough for today," said Dr. Clark.

"Will you be back tomorrow?" I asked.

"Do you want me to?" she asked. I nodded my head as hard and as fast as I could. She smiled.

"Jim, don't push this. Let your memory come to you in its own time frame," she said. "The things we're going through now are traumatic. We don't want your mind to close them off from you."

"See you tomorrow," I said.

A few minutes later the nurse came in and brought me lunch. "What is it with you and female doctors?" she asked.

"I've been locked up in here for over a month," I said. "Doctors are the only people I seem to meet."

"What about nurses?" she asked. As she walked out of the room, I swear her ass was twitching more than normal even through her scrubs. As she got to the doorway just under the lighting fixture that had exploded she stopped. "There are some very attractive nurses around here who aren't married and aren't emotionally stunted either," she said. The light fixture over her head crackled and brightened and then returned to normal.

As the nurse sauntered off to look in on other patients I assumed, I smiled and looked at the tray she'd brought me. Before I could reach for the tray, there she was. She came beside my bed swaying her hips back and forth in the same manner the nurse had just done. "What about nurses?" she asked, mimicking the nurses question. "What about whorish fucking nurses and slutty assed doctors, Jimmy?" she asked angrily. "Which do you prefer? Or does it even matter when you have a woman at home whose fucking name you can't even remember? I'm getting tired of all of this bullshit. I think the main reason they won't tell you about me is because those whores want you for themselves. This is like that movie, "the Vow." They want you to completely forget about me so they can have you. And you're starting to treat me like all of your fucking friends did before we got together..."

"Rhonda, it's not like that," I said. "And I'm not like any of them. We got together because I've always loved you and you fucking know it." As I looked into her eyes, she smiled and then her face changed.

"We'll finish this later," she said. "I have to go. "Nurse hot panties," is coming back."

I looked in the doorway and noticed that the nurse was indeed stepping back into the room. She brought another maintenance man with her. She dropped something onto my chest. I'd expected it to hurt but it didn't.

I reached for it and it was a TV controller. "I'm going off duty, now," she said. "I got Ed to hook up your TV. Maybe this way you can stay out of trouble until I get back tomorrow."

"Thanks," I said.

"Don't thank me," she said. "Just try to stay away from unavailable doctors until I get back."

I grabbed her arm as she tried to leave and pulled her back down on the bed next to me. "I know that Dr. Griggs is married," I said. "But Dr. Clark doesn't have a wedding ring or..."

"You'd have a better chance of getting into Dr. Griggs' panties," she said. "I probably shouldn't be telling you this, but with you being a cop and all..." her voice had dropped to a whisper.

"Amanda, Dr. Clark, became a shrink because she saw so many therapists herself. Don't waste your time on her because emotionally, she's not all there. I think she was in her first or second year of college when a guy snuck into her dorm and tried to rape her. He didn't get very far. She screamed and a bunch of people ran in and the guy went out through the window. But ever since then, she's never even touched a guy. I mean it. Even at staff parties she doesn't even dance with guys. So no matter how charming you are, no matter how big and innocent those blue eyes seem...you're just wasting your time. You won't be getting any pussy from that one."

She was leaning her face so close to mine that I thought for a second that she was going to kiss me. "It's all done Beth," said the maintenance guy. Beth turned and gave him some bills. "And don't worry," he said. "This is a completely under the table hook up. It won't appear on his bill. And I gave him all of the channels."

As Nurse Beth and her conspirator left, I turned on the TV. Beth didn't realize it at the time but she was making a huge mistake. The first thing I did was scan through the channels to see what I was missing out on. As I passed a channel, I saw a beautiful green Mustang and stopped immediately.

It was one of those heartwarming stories. The guy on the TV spoke English with a slight accent.

"I am happy to be here in America," he said. "And it is a beautiful car. It is much better than my old one..."

"No way," said another guy. "I love that car." The second guy was that new Senator from Washington. He was the guy who was going to marry the president's daughter. I tend to distrust politicians, but that guy seemed more like a cop than a political dweeb.

As I watched the show the story came out. The guy with the accent was from a country called Pacmanistan. His name was Piotr and had somehow helped the senator rescue the President's daughter. In repayment of that favor the new senator had given him a brand new Mustang, gotten him a work visa, and also got him a job in the IT field.

From the looks on everyone's faces, this wasn't just some TV face time thing for publicity. The senator wasn't making a speech. When a couple of reporters had asked how this reflected the party's stance on immigration, the senator had looked as if he was going to say something but the president's daughter, who seemed to be incapable of letting go of his hand, had yanked his arm.

Obviously, her intervention had changed his mind about what he was going to say. "Fu..." he had begun. But after the yank he cleaned it up. "Fu..or the last time. This isn't about votes or politics," he said. "This is about repayment of a favor. No comment."

I'd have loved to know what this Piotr guy had done to deserve a new Mustang, a new job and a new country but the show went off without revealing too much of the story. It was probably classified or some shit like that anyway. They were probably going to put out a book about it and charge a lot of money to read the story. I was figuring that the whole damned story was probably already out there on the internet. (Read "While you sleep." if you haven't. SS06)

After that I changed the channel and as I went to a news channel, my head exploded.

"...is still recovering from his run in with serial killer Cary Granite. We wish him a speedy return to health." They were talking about me and there were two pictures on the screen. The picture on the left was me. I didn't have the scruffy facial hair that I'd grown during the time I'd been hospitalized but it was definitely me. The picture on the right was...was...

It was the sound of voices that woke me up. There were all kinds of people murmuring and I couldn't make out what they were saying. But Amanda Clark's voice was far louder than all of the rest of them and she was clearly pissed.

"Who the fuck gave him a television in the first place?" she screamed. "How the hell did this happen? I want to know how this happened, right God damned now!"

Amanda sounded like a mother bear defending her cub. A lot of men were moving out of her way. One of them I recognized as the city's police commissioner. Another man there was my boss. There were two nurses. Dr. Griggs was there too. She was next to my bed and watching my vital signs. As my eyes fluttered, she smiled at me.

"I'm going to give you something for the headache," she said. Even as she said it she increased the drip of my medication and I started to fall asleep. I could still hear the voices though. I fought going to sleep because I didn't want to have that dream again. I concentrated on the voices to avoid sleep no matter how much my head hurt.

There was a female voice. It was probably one of the nurses. She told them about how she'd come into the room after hearing me scream. She'd noticed out of the corner of her eye that the TV was on and that I'd seen the news story about my incident. She'd immediately checked my vital signs and found me unresponsive but breathing. She'd called for the trauma team and had them page Dr. Griggs and Dr. Clark. I never got to hear the rest because I was asleep before she finished telling it.

The next time I woke up, Dr. Griggs was the only person in the room. She smiled at me as I opened my eyes. She even leaned over and kissed me on my forehead.




Heaven or Hell



"You scared the shit out of me," she said. "Your EEGs have been really strange. We had to run all kinds of tests on you to make sure that you haven't damaged your brain or your memory. But I think that physically you're okay."

"Except for this huge headache," I said.

"I can't give you any more pain meds," she said. "I don't want you to become addicted and it was time for you to wake up so we could assess the damage. You've been asleep for three days. Amanda has been going crazy." She looked at me as she said that and smiled.

"I'm wounded," she said. Her melodic voice warmed the cockles of my soul. "It didn't take you too long to replace me."

"No one could ever replace you," I said.

"Oh Boy, you're too smooth," she smirked. "You do know that I'm extremely happily married and have two annoyingly spoiled kids, right?" I nodded and smiled.

She pulled out her phone and called a number. "He's awake and coherent," she said.

As she turned to leave, she looked at me. "Is there anything I can do for you before I go?" she asked.

"Yep," I said smiling. "Send in Beth and a razor."

"Who's Beth?" she asked.

"My nurse," I said.

"Oh yeah her," she said flatly. "Beth got her ass fired. She has to go before a nursing review board too. She might lose her registry and her license. Beth played it fast and loose with the rules too many times. In the first place, she should never have let you have those magazines. Then she revealed personal information about a staff member. Then she also either ignored or simply forgot about the fact that both your chart and the card on your door indicated that you were not allowed any kind of media contact. No TV, no radio, no newspapers. She even paid that maintenance guy to hook up your TV."

"But..." I began.

"No buts," she said. "Do you even know how close you came to having some kind of seizure? I'm not a shrink. I just handle the physical aspects of your treatment but your brain wave patterns were significantly altered. Amanda has been so worried about you that she stayed in the hospital with you the whole time that you were out. She went home this morning just to get some sleep. Your friend Beth and her pet maintenance man sold each other out. He told us about her telling you about Amanda's past. That alone could have gotten her fired. She has to be the worst nurse ever. We fired the maintenance guy too." She nodded her head as if she was pleased with herself.

"Amanda and I have taken over seeing that you're cared for properly," she said standing up again. "We even personally got you a far better nurse. If you need to shave or something you can do it yourself or if you're still not sure of your motor skills, your new nurse will do a far better job of it." She smiled at me as if she had some sort of secret joke.

A few moments later a shadow formed over my doorway. I looked up and a huge guy, he had to be taller than 6' 6" tall and a good 250 lbs came into the room. He was bald and had a beard with no mustache. All he needed was a straw hat and he could have been the world's biggest, scariest Amish guy. He looked like he could raise a fucking barn single handedly.

"Ah'm your new nurse," he said. He smiled at me but it didn't seem to be a friendly smile. It looked more like a crazy smile. In another sign that my memory was still coming back, I reached for my service weapon and only found bare skin and the hospital robe.

"Ya want me to shave you or can you do it yourself?" he grumbled. I reminded myself what they always told me about dealing with strange animals. "Don't show any fear."

"You do it, please," I said. "I'd probably cut my own throat."

Less than thirty minutes later, with me feeling better than I had in weeks, Ted, my new nurse and I, were playing poker when Amanda flew into the room. Her eyes widened as she saw me.

"We'll finish this later," said Ted. "Don't forget you owe me ten million dollars."

He stopped as he passed a shocked Amanda. "It's imaginary money, Dr. Clark," he said.

"But how did he lose that much?" she asked.

"He has no poker face, Doc He's also a terrible liar," smirked Ted.

As soon as Ted left the room Amanda came over and sat on the bed near me. "Did you do that for me?" she asked, feeling the smoothness of my cheek.

My eyes turned skyward and I did my best to keep my face neutral. "Of course not," I said.

"Ted is right," she smiled. "You are a terrible liar. I can see right through you. And I shouldn't be your doctor anymore."

"Why not?" I asked.

"There are plenty of reasons," she said softly. "First off, your old nurse told you far too much about my personal life. It's probably skewed your view of my professionalism and my skills. Secondly, you like me, don't you?" I nodded and she smiled.

"See, that would make it an even more difficult situation because it would sometimes color your responses," she said. "And then there's the fact that I like you too, so we should definitely terminate my acting as your therapist."

"So what are we really going to do?" I asked.

"I'm going to crack your head open and pull out all of your bad memories," she said. "And then together we're going to work on making better new memories."

She took my hand. "Is that okay with you?"

"Perfect," I said.

She stood up and went outside of the room. When she came back in she had a man with her. "Jimmy do you recognize this gentleman?" she asked.

"Nope," I said smiling. "I especially don't remember him if you call him a gentleman. Now if you call him Captain Greer, then I might know who he is. But that gentleman thing is throwing me.

He broke into a smile too. "I know just how you feel," he said. "She told me that I had to help you through this and I was worried. After all you are one of my bad bads," he said.

I looked at him like he was crazy. "That means you're like my worst detective and my least favorite friend," he smirked.

"Right," I said sarcastically. "As I recall it..." I hesitated and Amanda looked scared for a moment.

"I was the best man at your wedding," I said. "I have both the highest number of closed cases and the highest conviction rate on the squad."

"See what I mean," he smirked. "I hate that bitch I married so you're not that God damned good a friend. And every case you close gives me tons of paper work to write."

After a few more minute of reminiscing, Amanda steered us back to the subject at hand.

"Jimmy, last time we talked, we went over the fact that you'd shot and killed a man in the line of duty. Do you remember anything else about that before we add a couple of more details?" she asked.

"Amanda, let's finish this," I said. "No more baby steps. I want my life back. I have a new life to start. I can't move forward until I dig my way out of the past. So let's do this." She nodded.

"Okay, we'll move at your pace," she said. "That's why your captain is here. He can help us work out all of the details and you can help him fill in some of the blanks in the case as well." I nodded.

"But Jimmy, if anything hurts you to remember it, or causes you pain, we have to stop," she cautioned.

"Okay," I said. "I can remember shooting the guy three times. The first time I shot him in his shoulder. That should have taken all of the fight out of him no matter how big he was. But he kept coming. The thing that confuses the shit out of me is if I was shooting HIM, why the hell did it hurt me? All I remember was pain. And now that I saw the TV thing, I know that the guy I shot was supposed to be some kind of serial killer from Chicago. But Captain. I wasn't investigating him. The guy was...my best friend from childhood through college. And as I remember it, I'd just gotten home.

"The reason you remember pain," said my captain grimacing. "...Is because like you said, you'd just gotten home. You'd just gotten out of that Mustang of yours when your ex-friend stabbed you in the chest with a fucking butcher's knife. According to the trail of blood and evidence, you backed up and drew your piece and fired hitting him in the shoulder. He was staggered but came after you. He stabbed you again, twice more, in the other side of your chest. You shot him again, in his chest this time, as you fell. He still came after you and was standing over you. You had no choice Jim. You blew his fucking brains out of the back of his head. He was already dead as he fell on you."

I nodded my head. It was pretty much exactly as he'd described it. Amanda rubbed my hands. "Okay," I said. "We got through it. It was pretty bad but it's over. I can do some occupational therapy and..."

"Jim, it's not over," said Captain Greer. I turned and looked at him. He seemed as if looking at me was hard for him. Amanda couldn't look at me either.

"What else?" I asked.

"Jim..." began Greer in a monotone. "The only reason you lived was because of your neighbors. After your first shot, one of your neighbors called 911. A couple of them ran outside and did CPR on you until the ambulance got there. The bastard had punctured both of your lungs. You're lucky to be alive. You're even luckier that he didn't hit your heart or anything vital. Or at least that was what we thought at first until the evidence came back. We later learned from the Chicago PD that it was how your old buddy operates. He was really off of his nut when he went after you."

"Normally, he stabs his victims just like he did you. He stays away from the vital organs and stabs them only in the lungs. He shoots his goo by watching his victims drown in their own blood. We think that he planned on dragging you back inside of your house and watching you die too."

"But why would he want to do that to me?" I asked. "We'd just been out together the night before. He was only in town because I'd looked him up on facebook and reconnected with him. He'd even told me that he was thinking about relocating here from Chicago and..." I looked at him in confusion then. And he looked away.

"What do you mean dragging me BACK inside of the house?" I asked. "I hadn't been inside of the house." Amanda gripped my hand even more firmly now.

"No, Jim, YOU hadn't been. But HE had. It turned out that your old buddy wasn't really THERE to see YOU."

"Rhonda..." I said suddenly. "He tried to kill her too?"

The captain just nodded his head. "God damn it," I smiled. "For a serial killer, Cary sucked. He tried for both of us and missed twice."

Both the captain and Amanda snapped their heads towards me simultaneously. "What do you mean Jim?" asked Amanda.

"Well, I'm alive," I said.

"Barely," said Amanda. "You died twice before they even got you to the hospital. If Dr. Griggs hadn't been so stubborn they might not have saved you even then."

"Yeah, but we both lived anyway," I said. They looked at me again like they'd suddenly discovered that my brain had been damaged.

"I get it," I said. "You didn't want Rhonda coming to see me, for the same reason that I wasn't supposed to watch TV. You didn't think I could handle it. But she's been sneaking in to see me the whole time and..." Everything started spinning and my vision closed in from the sides until there was only a small black dot in front of me and then I was gone.

I remember walking around in a totally black featureless room. It scared the shit out of me.

"Somehow, I thought you'd like this," she said. "After all, your beloved car, that you always loved more than me is just like this isn't it?"

"Oh shit, I forgot. The only thing inside or outside of that fucking vehicle that isn't black is those two obscene green LED headlights. Somehow you thought those two beacons shining out of the darkness made that beast alive. Here."

Just like that two bright green beams of light illuminated the landscape. I could make her out and myself and beyond the lights, the comforting form of my car.

"Where are we Rhonda?" I asked.

"We?" she asked. "We," aren't anywhere, Jimmy. Your mechanical pacifier is parked in your fucking driveway; waiting as usual for its daddy to come home and play with it. You, on the other hand, are still in that hospital with my replacement holding your hand and crying for you to come back to her. I, of course..."

"You're dead aren't you?" I asked. A smile curled at my lips.

"Are you glad that I'm dead Jimmy?" she asked.

"Of course not," I said. "It just begins to make a few things make sense. Maybe I'm not crazy after all. So are you haunting me or something? Did I do something really bad to you?" I asked.

"No Jimmy," she said. "You're just not that kind of guy. All you've ever done was loved me. And maybe that's the problem. Maybe I counted on that love too much. So now I need you to do something for me and I'm hoping that love will still be there because for me it'll make all of the difference in the world."

"We may as well start at the beginning," she said.

"Can you give me the cliff's notes version," I said. "I don't want Amanda..."

"Jimmy, time passes differently here in Limbo," she said. "Your sweet baboo will only notice a few seconds passing by for all of the time that this takes."

"Okay, run it," I said.

"Jimmy, you and I met in college," she began. "We were both eighteen. My parents were pretty God damned strict with me growing up. So even though we grew up in the same neighborhood, I hadn't gotten out very much. And I wasn't allowed to hang out with boys. For me, going away to college was like setting a wild dog loose. I wanted to do and try everything and I did.

I settled in with a group of people from our town that included you and a lot of your friends. The difference was where you studied criminal justice, I studied life. Jimmy, you need to know that I liked you from the very beginning and I wanted us..."

"Buuuuullllllllshiiiiiiiiettttt!" I said. "We never went on one fucking date in college. I loved you from the very first second I saw you. Rhonda, I would have married you instantly but you were..."

"I was a slut..." she finished. "Can I tell my own God damned story or are you going to keep interrupting? Remember Jimmy, you're the one who wants to get back to sweet Polly Purebred. I'm just trying to save my soul."

"Okay," I said. "Go on. I won't interrupt."

"Thank you very kindly," she said. "Anyway, Jimmy I liked you but you were just too...boring. I always knew that you were more important to me than the other guys, but dating you would have been the kind of thing my parents would have wanted. You tried to put me in a little box and protect me. I'd been protected and shielded and kept from the world my whole life. I wanted to get drunk, get high and get fucked. So I did. And I liked all of them. You have to understand, in the back of my mind I knew that you and I would end up together in the end. But I wasn't ready for the end just yet. I figured I'd fuck around for the first couple of years of school and then the third year, you and I would become friends again and I'd slow down. And our senior year, I'd have all of my wild oats sown and the two of us would get together."

"You and I weren't in any kind of relationship, so what I did wasn't like I was cheating on you or anything. Whether you knew it or not, I loved you even then. I just didn't want to even consider it. Why do you think that I started fights with every girl you dated?"

"Your friends could have told you too, Jimmy. I was always asking them questions about you. And hell, I called a few of them Jimmy when they ate my pussy and made me cum. You do know that they didn't tell you because they wanted to keep fucking me. So they probably weren't the best guys to have as friends."

"Anyway, my plans all went down the tube because that first year I failed most of my classes and went home not only with a bad report card but with a couple of STDs and an alcohol problem. My parents got me a job waitressing. And I never went back to college. You got an internship in the city that the college was in and never came home that summer."

"I was pissed off and frustrated and I hated being a waitress, but more than anything else, I realized that if you want something you have to go after it. So I kept fucking your friends so they'd give me information about you. Jimmy, you never came home. You showed up in town for one day or two every once in a while. There was the Thanksgiving when they told me you'd be home and I spent every dime I could scrape together getting my hair done. I went all over town trying to find you, only to discover that you'd come home with some woman who looked like a Victoria's secret model and had only eaten dinner with your parents and then flown back to college."

"A lot of the people that we went to school with settled here. It took me a couple of years to discover that you'd moved here and gotten a job with the police force here too. I saved every nickel I could and moved here too, hoping that we'd get together and we did. It took months for me to meet you again. And after that I had to keep running into you hoping you'd ask me out. Finally I had to ask you out, but it was worth it. The next thing I knew, we were dating. And then we lived together. Jimmy, being with you was like a dream. You loved me so much, but at the same time you kept trying to protect me. And that frustrated me. On one hand, I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. But on the other hand, I was really angry at you because you treated me like some innocent little angel all the time."

"Jimmy, I'm not proud of it, but when I got really pissed at you, I fucked some of your friends. In a couple of cases, I had to keep fucking them behind your back to keep them from telling you. But as they got married, I got safer because none of them could afford to get into trouble by having it come out either."

"All it did was to make me realize how special you were and how much I didn't want to lose you. Another thing that bothered me was that we'd been living together for five years and you hadn't asked me to actually marry you. I was really pissed about that and I wondered in the back of my mind whether I should leave you before I was too old to start again. My mom told me to just stop taking my pills and get pregnant. Then with the kind of guy you are, you'd marry me. Before I became a mom though, I decided to have one more fling. I mean we weren't actually married so I wouldn't technically be breaking my marriage vows. I gave it a lot of thought and figured out who the perfect guy would be."

"I remembered your best friend Cary Granite. He was good looking. He was the only one of your friends that I hadn't fucked and he didn't live in our city so the chances of me ever seeing him again and him fucking up our marriage were slim. I started you out by talking about the old days and your friends. When his name came up, you looked him up on facebook. As soon as you did, I got in touch with him too. I spoke to him over the phone a couple of times and threw myself at him. Even over the phone, I could tell that there was something off about him. A girl can always tell things about guys, like if they're gay or something. He didn't give off that gay vibe, so at first I just thought that HE, unlike the rest of your friends, felt odd about stabbing you in the back."

"I kept coming on to him and slowly reeled him in. When he told me that he'd be in town to hang out with you and his other friends, I knew that I had my chance. The shitty thing about it is that I felt guilty about it. I changed my mind about doing it. I realized then exactly how much I loved you. I figured you out then too, Jimmy. You see, on the surface, you're this tough as nails cop. But with people you really care about, you're shy and timid. I don't know why it took me so long to figure it out. I'd had to ask you for our first few dates. I had to put the moves on YOU, just to give you some pussy, and I had to ask you if I could move in with you. I see now that all I had to do was to ask you to marry me."




Heaven or Hell



"The stupidest thing about it all was that you were just waiting for me to ask you. I found the fucking engagement ring in your sock drawer the morning that I died. For about four hours I was the happiest woman on earth. I should tell you that I was wearing the ring when your best friend killed me. I'd put it one and hadn't wanted to take it off."

"Anyway, when he came into town, I wanted to call it off. He kept looking at me and trying to maneuver me into corners. Even the night that you, he and the guys went out, he kept trying. He sent me a text that he was going to pretend to get sick, and come over to our house to see me. I told him to wait until the next day and we'd talk. He came over a couple of hours before you were due home. There I was, even more madly in love with you after finding my ring. I was pretending to show it to people as I cleaned the house when he showed up."

"After talking to him for a few minutes and seeing how pissed he was, I decided that the best thing to do would be to just give him some pussy and send him back to Chicago. That way I wouldn't have to worry about him being angry and telling you about it. I didn't want anything to mess us up."

"Jimmy, it was the worst sex I ever had. I don't know how a guy gets to be that old and still has no idea of how to have sex. It was like I had to teach him. I've already told you how I have this habit when sex isn't very good of imagining that it's you on top of me. Well, with that psycho, it was the worst thing I could've done. There he was hammering away at me with his nasty sweat dripping down on me and it meant nothing. He didn't even know enough to lean forward so the top his shaft rubbed my clit."

"I ended up reaching down and doing it myself. Maybe it was the thought of you marrying me and me having your baby but I was really into it so I came really loudly and screamed, "Oh, Jimmy." That was it. He checked out mentally. He told me he was going to the bathroom. I lay there on the bed thinking about you and looking at my ring."

"The next thing I knew he was back and straddling me with his hands behind his back."

"I'm not Jimmy," he said. "We're friends, but I'm better than Jimmy in every way. That's why you wanted me to come here. Even though you're Jimmy's woman, you wanted me. You're only pretending to like him because you know that I'd never go for a whore like you."

"I thought that his feelings were just hurt from me calling out your name so I just nodded and said, "Yep, you're right." I figured that he'd have his ass out of our house and back to Chicago in a few minutes and my perfect life would resume. I also decided that he would be the last time I ever cheated on you in my lifetime. Okay, maybe one or two flings when I got old and needed to prove that I was still sexy, but that was it."

"Jimmy, I swear his eyes changed as I watched them. Veins popped out in his neck, arms and even his forehead. He might've popped some kind of pill while he was in the kitchen. But his arm came from behind his back so fast I barely saw it. He stabbed me so fast there wasn't any pain. I was in shock. He pulled the knife out and I saw it dripping red with my blood and he brought it down again on the other side. It was then that I noticed that I was having trouble breathing and that every breath I took caused bubbles to vent from my chest. Bloody bubbles came up with every breath. He leaned over me to keep me from flailing and he kept looking into my eyes. He put his hand over my mouth so I couldn't cry out. Not that anyone would have heard me. "

"And then when I was too weak to move and was having trouble breathing, the bastard got off of me and started pulling on his dick. He jacked-off over me and shot his sperm all over my chest where it mixed with the blood bubbles. Then he just looked deeply into my eyes as the life passed out of me."

"After that, my spirit left my body and I looked down on it as he cleaned himself up but made no attempt at cleaning me up or hiding the body. I knew then that he wanted you to find me. I think he wanted you to know what he'd done. But I was wrong Jimmy. He sat down on the couch and waited. He didn't watch TV or anything. He just waited until he heard the sound of that loud assed exhaust system of yours. Then he grabbed the knife and went outside."

"I saw you look up to wave at him as you got out of the car and then he stabbed you too. I gave you all of the strength I had Jimmy. I helped you fight that drugged out bastard off. If it wasn't for me you would have died too. So I need you to remember that."

I looked at her then. Rhonda, the woman I'd loved all of my life had just told me that she was basically a slut and had cheated on me more times than I would ever know. Surprisingly, with all of the shocks that I'd gone through recently, I wasn't angry. I was just numb.

"Say something, Jimmy," she said. "You have to have some kind of feeling about all of this." 

"Well, you being dead sure eases up that whole two girl-friends thing," I said.

She laughed then. "Lots of men have two or more women in their lives," she said.

"Lots of men are fools," I said. "Most men have trouble handling one woman. When you get married you split your paycheck in half and double your problems. If it's hard handling one woman, trying to have more than one would just be stupid, so it's good that you're out of the picture."

She shook her head. "Well, thanks for telling me," I said. "Uhm, see you around."

"Jimmy, that brings me to why I'm here," she said. "I have two possibilities ahead of me. I can either end up in Heaven or in Hell."

"What does that have to do with me?" I asked.

"Well, you know that I could almost always talk myself out of anything," she said. "When I died, I went to the pearly gates and spoke to St. Peter. I need to tell you that if you're born a Catholic or any of the Christian denominations then all of that shit is real. If you're from a different religion you get a different experience. It's kind of like internet porn. The people who pay for the memberships get totally different videos and better quality than the people who don't get a membership.

Anyway, St Peter wanted to send me to Hell. He kept chanting...They're really big on singing and chanting in the afterlife. He kept chanting, "No hoe's in Heaven." He didn't even say, "No whores in Heaven." It was, "No Hoe's," I felt like I was in one of those black churches. But I convinced him to give me a chance. I haven't ever really done anything that was unforgivable. In fact, the only thing I've ever done that was bad was cheating on you. So you get to choose."

"What do you mean I get to choose?" I asked.

She licked lips and faced me. She gave me that baby doll stare that she'd always used to get me to do whatever she wanted. Every woman has one of those. They fluff up their hair and angle their faces so the light hits it just right. They may pout their lips, or stick out the bottom one, but they know how to do it and it works on us every God damned time.

"Well Honey," she said, in her best little girl voice. "St. Peter was tired of my whining and trying to prove where I should be sentenced for all of eternity, so he left it up to you. If you forgive me, I'll be waiting for you by the pearly gates wearing angel wings. If you don't..." She got extra pouty then.

I smiled my biggest smile right back at her. I blew her a kiss and she made a big sign of catching it and placing it ever so gently on her lips.

"Let's see," I said, considering it carefully or pretending to do so. "I've loved you for most of my life, whether we were together or not. You cheated on me and fucked most of my friends. I really did intend to marry you though and my mom and dad taught me that forgiveness is a good thing. You also did, if I can believe you, help save my life. Plus, there's the fact that no matter what I choose, it won't bring you back. And then there's also the fact that I think I've found someone new who may be the woman I can spend the rest of my life with, right?"

She nodded her head.

"Ah...Let's let bygones be bygones. I never knew what you were doing so it never hurt me, right."

"Exactly Honey," she smiled and said "Don't forget, I really did love you the whole time."

"Okay," I said. "I really am the forgiving type so...Go to Hell..."

She barely had time to scream before disappearing in a puff of smoke. A few minutes later I woke up with Amanda and Captain Greer standing by my bed. We painstakingly worked through all of the things that they had to tell me. None of which were anywhere close to the truth. They wrongly assumed that since Cary had never had sex with any of his other victims, that he hadn't touched Rhonda either. I pretended that I simply didn't remember Rhonda. After a few more weeks of therapy, I was cleared to return duty, but only from behind a desk. It took another four months for me to return to active duty and by that time Amanda had moved out of her condo and into my house.

We'd extensively redecorated the entire place and re-landscaped the yard. I'd also added siding to the house and painted it a different color. Inside and out, there was nothing to remind me of Rhonda.

Something else interesting happened. It took us a while to get Amanda over her fear of men, but not nearly as long as I'd expected. Almost from the beginning, when she held my hand and hugged me to help me get past my painful memories, we'd known that there was something between us. Even when we dated, we were always touching each other. We couldn't control it. There were plenty of nights, even before she moved in, that we were supposed to go somewhere and just ended up hugging each other until we fell asleep on my couch together. That led to us falling asleep in bed together and the hugs became kisses. Over time, the kisses became more intense and led to arousal. 

One evening, when I didn't expect it, we were hugging each other and kissing and our clothes slowly worked themselves off. The next thing I knew, I was inside of her and she was moaning very heavily. It was the very tightest pussy I'd ever been inside of and the warmest. I took my time, letting her get used to the feel of it. I waited for her hips to start moving and then joined her, matching her slow and easy rhythm.

Amanda doesn't fuck like a bunny, but we make love and it's very satisfying and very intense. Her body is very slim but it excites me just the same. Her raven black skin and pale eyes are very beautiful. I barely had time to propose to her before she informed me that, "WE," were expecting. I guess we were so crazy about each other and sex was such a new toy for her that she hadn't bothered getting on the pill.

I don't really care if our sex life isn't full of fireworks and lap dances. I guess I never put very much stock in that shit anyway. The one thing I do know is that Amanda will never cheat on me. And you can be God damned sure after seeing what happened to Rhonda; that I won't ever cheat on Amanda either. Besides, I love her too much to treat her like that anyway.

As far as Rhonda goes, we did run into each other again. It was just last week, on the exact one year anniversary of our last conversation. I was downstairs in our kitchen, naked as a jaybird after making love to Amanda. You all know how after a particularly good fuck, women want to cuddle and men want...well, you're not really hungry but you want a snack? I'd come down for some ice cream for Amanda and I to share, when suddenly I realized that I wasn't alone. The clock on the wall had stopped moving. Even the second hand was frozen in place.

I turned and there she was. She looked a lot different. Her blond hair was burned black and she smelled like smoke. Most of her skin was red and peeling and in some places it looked like one of those hot dogs that have been left on the grill for way too long.

Her eyes were narrow and she was obviously pissed. Her chest was heaving and her hands were clenched in fists.

"Hey Rhonda," I said calmly. "How's it going? I hope you didn't fuck that clock up. It was a wedding gift from Manda's parents."

"Fuck that shitty clock," she hissed. Then she got her temper under control and spoke more calmly.

"Jimmy, it's not the clock; it's us. You and I are temporarily outside of the flow of time," she said.

"Oh, good," I said. "Manda really likes that clock. So what are you doing here?"

"This is my last God damned chance," she hissed. "It's the one year anniversary of your choice. I convinced St. Peter that maybe you'd made a snap decision. You'd been through a very traumatic experience and with a year of happiness under your belt now, maybe you'd thought about it some. I figured that when I asked you to make that choice, you were really pissed at me. Your ego was bruised by what I'd done, but you really are the forgiving type."

"Yeah I am," I said. "I always have been."

"Well, I can sweeten the deal a bit this time too," she said. "If you allow me to go upstairs, instead of back to the pit, I can leave some of my earthly traits and experience here on earth. Think about it. Your sex life isn't exactly earth shattering. I could leave all of my sexual experience and appetites in your boney little wife. She'd still have her personality and looks, but she'd fuck like me."

"Go BACK to Hell Rhonda," I said.

"Wait," she screamed. "Why?"

"Two reasons," I said. "The first is that I love Manda, just the way she is. Our sex life is just fine."

She looked as if she was holding onto the doorway to keep from being pulled back. "What's the second reason?" she screamed.

"You don't belong up there Rhonda," I smirked. "St. Peter said it best, "There's no Hoes in Heaven."

I grabbed the ice cream from the freezer and went back to my wife.

The end. 



Heaven or Hell?



I needed to get out of the house. I felt like the walls were closing in on me. So I got into my car and drove until I came across a seedy little bar on the outskirts of town. I parked my car around the back and went into the smokey, dingy dive from the rear of the building. The lights were dim and there were dirty, dark curtains thick from years of cigarette smoke in the windows to hide what took place inside this relic of a bygone era from the rest of the world.

The bartender had an apron on that looked like it was white but now it's just stained from years of cleaning up after the down on their luck clientele that frequented this joint. I walked up to the bar and grabbed a stool. The bartender looked over at me through his greasy hair and sauntered over like he didn't give a shit I was there. He asked me, "What are ya drinking?"

I said, "Whiskey straight with a beer chaser."

I'm sitting there drinking my beer minding my own business when the front door opens, sunlight streaming through the door. I glance over my shoulder to see who's coming in but all I can see is the silhouette of a woman in extremely high heeled shoes. She just stands there surveying the pathetic looking crowd hunched over their drinks. I smiled to myself thinking, "What fun I could have with her." I pay her no attention as she sits at the other end of the bar. No woman like that would have anything to do with the likes of me. So I return to my thoughts and stare at my now warm beer thinking what the hell am I doing here?

The sound of her heels clicking on the hard, dark wood floorboards takes me out of the reverie I'm in. I hear them coming towards me. Maybe she is going to the ladies room. I take a long chug of my beer and gulp it down. Then I feel the soft skin of Her fingers gently touching my neck. They slide down to my shoulder. She asks if the stool next to me is taken. i reply, "No Ma'am it's not." She chuckles to herself as if to say, "Gotcha." i nervously take another swig of my beer and gulp it down hard. "OH MY GOD," did i just make that much noise when i swallowed?"

i nervously put the bottle down as She touches the back of my hand. i shyly glance in Her direction. She has the reddest nails i have ever seen and Her skin is as white as alabaster. She leans even closer to me and says, "Would you buy me a drink?" i meekly reply, "Yes Ma'am i would like that very much." i motion to the bartender to bring me two more whiskey's and two more beers. He looks up from what he is pretending to be doing and has the strangest look on his face. It's like he's seen this before. She squeezes my hand as if to say, "Thank you."

Her smell is intoxicating. It takes me back to my childhood when my mother would hold me in her arms and rocked me to sleep. It was the smell of fresh roses on a bright sunlit spring morning. i take a deep breath to capture Her aroma for all time. i sneak a peek of Her as She is leaning next to me. She has on a low cut black blouse. It is unbuttoned down to Her ample bosom. Her breasts are starting to heave gently with anticipation of what is yet to come. i start to get nervous. Can this really be happening? Under her blouse She has on a lacy black bra. It must be to small because Her breasts seem to be spilling out of it. my eyes continue to follow Her voluptuous curves down further to Her short black leather skirt. i take in a quick intake of air when i see She has on the silkiest black stockings i have ever seen.

"Can this be real?" i think to myself.

Her legs are crossed. Her shoes are exquisite. Shiny black patent leather shoes with six inch stiletto heels. i must be dreaming, this vision of sultriness and beauty is sitting here next to me and letting me look upon Her perfection. She sees me visibly start to shake as i continue to gaze upon Her. She knows She has me right where She wants me. She bites my earlobe and tells me, "That's enough." I gasp as the electrical charge i get from her bite is coursing through my body.

i respond with a meek, "Yes Ma'am."

She bites my earlobe again and whispers into my ear with menace, "That's Mistress to you slug."

My body feels like it's on fire. It's starting to quiver uncontrollably. i can't believe this is finally happening. i feel my penis getting hard. A sense of shame is coming over me for being aroused in Her presence. She notices as i've put my hand over my engorged cock and smiles to Herself.

i reach for my beer but She takes my hand and places it back on Her thigh and tells me not move it without Her permission. As my now sweating hand is resting on her thigh i feel the silkiness of her stocking. All i can think of is how i want to put my face on it and run its smoothness all over me. She is teasing me, i know but i don't care. All I know is I'm not worthy of such perfection.

i ask Her name. She takes my hand off of Her thigh and puts it back on my lap. I'm confused. She whispers harshly, "DO NOT SPEAK TO UNTIL SPOKEN TO!"

i sheepishly say, "Yes Mistress."

She tells me I'm a good boy and places my hand back on her thigh and stocking. She lets go of my hand and takes a long pull of Her beer. Those bright red lips wrapped around the end of the bottle are perfect to look at. All I can think of is how much i want them around my now throbbing cock.

She sees me watching Her and takes the bottle from her lips. A little drop is left on her sensual lower lip. I'm mesmerized by what I'm seeing. She knows I'm staring slack jawed, watching every move She makes. Her tongue seductively exits her mouth like a snake slithers towards its prey. She searches for that last drop of moisture. She finds it and continues to run Her tongue over those ruby red lips. So slowly. Teasing me. I think I've died and gone to Heaven, or is it Hell? I just don't know anymore. Has She been brought here to torment me or is She here to fulfill all my dreams and desires?

She puts the bottle back down and notices i haven't moved my hand. She is pleased that this worm of a man is doing as he is told. She has a moments weakness and takes my hand and puts it in between Her thighs. It's so hot and moist just like the Amazon jungle the snake lives in. She lets out a small gasp of pleasure. i am pleased I've made my Goddess happy. She takes my hand and pulls it in closer to Her smoldering, wet, hot, vagina.

I gasp. She doesn't have any panties on. She leans over and whispers into my ear, " Now worm you may enter Me with your fingers."

i do as I'm told. Nice and slow to start with. i don't want to displease Mistress. Then a little deeper and faster. i am lost in the moment. i notice out of the corner of my eye there are people all around us watching and whispering to each other. i don't care anymore. All i want is Her to be happy. i continue with what i have been told to do. i find Her clit with my thumb. i start a rhythm between my fingers and thumb, continuing, a little faster now. Her breathing is getting heavier. Her breasts are starting to heave even harder. Faster i go. She is beginning to moan. She grabs the back of my head and starts to pull my hair.

"Oh, the exquisite pain" i think to myself.

Faster i go. Her hips are in sync with my dance. Faster. She moans louder. i do as i am commanded. Faster still. i hear noises from all around me. i don't care. She is my concern. She's pulling my head back, moaning louder. My god this hurts but it feels sooooo good. My arm is starting to tire. She commands me to go faster. I don't know if i can keep this up much longer. The pain is excruciating but i continue as a good worm does. Her hips are starting to grind my hand harder and harder. Faster and faster. 

She screams out," FUUUCCCKKK YEEEEESSSSS!!

She clamps down on my hand with Her soaking wet thighs like a vice. Her body is convulsing with the pleasure this worm has brought his Goddess. i am happy.

She lets go of my hair, gulps down the rest of her beer like she hasn't had a drink in ages. She wipes Her mouth off with the back of her hand and leans over to me. My mind is racing.

"What the hell just happened?" i ask myself.

She kisses me on the cheek with those now pouting red lips and says to me, "Good boy." She gets off of the stool, pulls Her skirt down over Her now glistening thighs and walks towards the door.

As She opens the door, the bright sunlight streams into the dark, musty smelling bar, She turns Her head and says to no one in particular,

"See you next time."

The End