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Into the Dark

By: Ellisyn



The shades were always drawn. The house was always dark. But it was especially gloomy in the attic where there were no windows, only ventilation slats at the top of the wall that let in scant slits of gloomy light. The attic was small, only five feet high and barely bigger than a walk-in closet. It was meant for storage, but it was Rachel Booker’s bedroom. She was one of seven children living in a three-bedroom house, and when it became obvious that seven children simply couldn’t fit into two bedrooms with all of their meager possessions, Al Booker had cleared out the attic for Rachel, his oldest daughter. 

Over time, she had made the attic a more inhabitable place. There was carpet now, that she had tacked down herself, and sheets of plywood nailed to the unfinished walls. She had even taken the trouble to wallpaper it, but it was clumsily done so she covered it over mostly with white sheets that made the room look strangely haunted. There was just enough room for a narrow twin bed and a cardboard box for her clothes. It wasn’t much of a room, but at least she had it to herself. 

She stayed up there most of the time, lost in a book, despite the extreme heat or cold depending on the season. In the winter, she propped the trapdoor open to catch some of the heat, but in the summer there was no relief from the sweltering inferno. She dragged up box fans to get some relief, but all it did was push the hot sheets of dry, dusty air around and make her sneeze. Nevertheless, the attic was a safer place than the cooler home below. Safe and sheltered from six siblings who argued constantly and an alcoholic father who had taken more notice of her since she turned eighteen. 

She dreamed of getting out of there, of going away to college or finding her own apartment, but her father forbade it. He wouldn’t pay for college, and her grades weren’t good enough to get a scholarship. And she couldn’t get a job without a car, even if he would let her. It seemed she was destined to be trapped up there forever… at least she didn’t hit her head on the ceiling. 

Standing on her toes, Rachel was still only four foot ten and ninety pounds soaking wet. She still looked like a child, but she certainly didn’t feel like one.

Al Booker ran a tight ship. He had five daughters, two sons, and no wife. Laura Booker had left years before shortly after the birth of their youngest child, Matthew, who was almost six. It was after Laura left that Rachel had moved into the attic. She was there one stifling day in June, still dripping wet from a cold shower wearing only a towel twisted over her breasts when the trapdoor flew open. She spun around with a gasp, lovely in her own way. Childish looking with no make up and no clothes, but her body argued with the eye. 

She was slender yes, but she also had a very curvaceous figure for such a small young woman. She had wide, sensuous hips, high, firm, B-cup breasts, and long, tone, attractive legs that drew the eye. She wasn’t a beautiful girl, but there was something appealing about her wide, innocent brown eyes, and long, soft brown hair. Everything about her was feminine, fragile, and innocent. She was a perfect blend of pretty and plain, pretty enough to attract attention, but plain enough to disappear in a crowd. 

Poking his head just inside the trapdoor, Al Booker took in his nearly naked daughter and feigned disapproval. “What are you doing up here dressed like that?” He came through the trap door, stooping because of the low ceiling. Rachel swallowed and backed up until she felt the backs of her knees collide with the edge of her mattress. 

“Nothing, I was just getting dressed.” She said sheepishly clinging tighter to her towel. Al frowned and shut the door with a booted foot. Then he crossed the small space to her and she flinched. He sat down on the bed and looked up at her.

“Go ahead then.” He commanded in a soft, dangerous voice. Rachel wrapped her arms around herself and shook her head, staring at him with wide eyes. She had often caught him looking at her before, with an expression she didn’t like, but he had never taken it this far before. She glanced toward the trapdoor wistfully, wondering what to do. “I said go ahead.” Al barked and reached out, wrenching the towel from her grasp. Rachel gasped trying to cover herself, but it was a futile act. Al’s roving brown eyes traveled appreciatively down his daughter’s naked figure. Her nipples, a becoming shade of pink, were puckered from the cold, her flat navel was damp with a sheen of still drying water and her little pussy was a perfect V between her legs dusted with a light brown fuzz that matched her hair. Rachel hurried into a pair of panties, half expecting her father to stop her, but he didn’t. 

She pulled on a bra and yanked on a dress over her head. It was a worn, blue cotton that fell to the knee, loose and light, perfect for the hot weather, but she suddenly wished she could bundle on layer after layer of clothing and was acutely aware that now, more than ever, she had to get out there. 

“I’m going to have to punish you for being so indecent.” Al studied her with sharp eyes. Rachel swallowed averting her gaze to her bare feet. Al reached out and closed his hand around her wrist, he dragged her forward and bent her across his lap. His large hand caressed her derriere lovingly through the thin fabric of her dress and panties. She squeezed her eyes shut, clenching her jaw, and waited for it to be over with. “Daddy’s bad girl.” Al whispered and lifted her dress up to her waist. 

Rachel panicked as he pulled down her panties, but she dare not move. Her bare ass and pussy were exposed to the air as he pulled the thin band of cotton around her knees. He ran his hand up the back of her smooth thigh and up over her butt. Then abruptly, he began to spank her, not hard, but playfully almost, just enough to sting. 

Rachel clenched the ridge of his jeans in her small fists biting her lip and prayed that it would end soon. But Al was far from finished. When her ass was pink all over he shifted the position of his aim so a stinging slap hit the backside of her vagina. She gasped loudly and clenched her legs together but it was useless defense against his repeated abuse. A strange tingling sensation started between her legs and spiraled outward to her body. Her pussy grew wet and gaped open a little from the rush of blood. Rachel felt dizzy. 

“Have you been a slut Rachel? Are you having sex with your queer little boyfriend?” Rachel shook her head in mute protest. “Let’s just find out, shall we?” Al sneered and ran his finger down her ass crack. He pushed his index finger into the opening of her vagina and she whimpered, sprawled across his lap, and she could feel his throbbing hardness pushing against her ribs. He showed no mercy sinking his finger into her cunt until he met the resistance of her virginity. “Ah, good girl.” Al crooned rocking his finger in and out of her. She panted opening her legs slightly, gripping to the side of his leg, her vision going blurry from the sensations he was stirring between her legs. “You deserve a reward.” He purred, aching with need. 

He found her clitoris with his thumb and began moving it in slow circles over her tiny pleasure nub and she squealed, squirming on his lap.

“Daddy, Daddy, please…” She begged spreading her legs further and rocking her hips slightly with the motion of his magic fingers. Al groaned feeling his erection harden and slid two fingers into her, stroking her little clitoris faster and faster until she quaked and trembled beneath him letting out a long, whispering moan. 

“Did you like that baby?” He asked her smiling. Rachel fought tears, refusing to answer. “Answer me!” He gave her butt a sharp slap. “Did you like that?” Slowly, she nodded.

“Yes.” He smiled.

“Then I think I deserve a reward, don’t you?” She didn’t answer, but he didn’t care. He pushed her off his lap and unzipped his fly, releasing his hard, aching cock. He didn’t have a huge cock. It was about six and a half inches long, but it was good and thick and it looked enormous to Rachel who had never seen one before. 

She felt slightly ashamed at the pleasure he had brought to her, but there was no undoing it now. “Come here.” He pulled her forward by the shoulders and wrapped his fingers around the nape of her neck, dragging her face down near his engorged penis. “Kiss it.” He demanded in a tortured whisper. Rachel hesitated and pressed her lips gently to the head of his cock, then looked up at him uncertainly. He groaned at the butterfly soft touch. “Now put it in your mouth and suck it gently, caress it with your tongue. Like an ice cream cone.” He instructed. Rachel shook her head.

“No Daddy, please.” He looked angry.

“Do it.” Fighting tears again she carefully took his penis into her warm, wet mouth and licked tentatively with her tongue. Al reacted almost immediately groaning and arching his hips. She suckled at it gently and ran her tongue up from the base over the head causing him to tremble. She sucked a little harder wrapping her tongue around his shaft and running it up to ridge around his head, licking all around it, drawing softly at his cock with her mouth until her jaw started to ache. She stopped and rubbed it.

“Daddy, my mouth hurts.” She complained. Al groaned, he was so close, ever fiber of his being was screaming for release. 

“That’s okay.” He said breathlessly. “Take off your dress and panties.” Rachel blushed and shook her head, backing away.

“Daddy, no, please, don’t do this.” Al glared at her and she looked humiliated as she undressed, removing everything as he asked her to do it. When she was nude, he dragged her forward by the hips and gestured for her to sit.

“Sit on my lap, slowly, and wrap your legs around me, I’ll hold onto you so you don’t fall.” Rachel hesitated and awkwardly clambered into his lap until his cock was cradled against her belly and her legs were wrapped around his middle. He lifted her under the armpits and dragged her forward, setting her down slowly onto his cock. She screamed as the head of his engorged penis slid into her tight, hot, wet slit.

“DADDY!” She wailed. He arched his hips and dropped her onto his cock and it sank into her up to the hilt, ripping through her virginity. She cried out and leaned forward, clinging to him and he groaned and bit her shoulder, rotating his hips, grinding his pelvis against hers. 

“It’s all right baby.” He soothed and backed up until his back hit the wall. “Now get up on your feet.” Looking pained, Rachel squatted over him. “Now bounce up and down.” He ordered breathlessly. Rachel pivoted to the balls of her feet and pushed herself up and down, his cock knifing in and out of her cunt. Al grunted gripping her hips to move her faster and lay there for the most part, letting her make him feel good. Rachel held onto his shoulders to balance herself, riding his cock for all she was worth, strange sensations of pain and pleasure boiling through her tiny body until her legs grew too weak and tired to continue. She collapsed onto her back, panting for breath, and Al got on his knees on the floor. 

He hooked his hands under her knees and dragged her forward to the edge of the bed. His need for release was so desperate now that forgot gentleness and hammered his throbbing cock into her tight, tiny pussy. He could scarcely believe how hot and tight she was. He gripped her thighs and buried himself again and again and again into her aching cunt. Rachel meanwhile was crying out in pain and pleasure, writhing beneath him and gasping with each thrust. Al’s thrusts suddenly got more frantic, deeper, harder, deeper still, harder still until Rachel was screaming and trembling beneath him, lost in the throes of an earth shattering orgasm. 

“OH GOD DADDY, YES!“ She screamed. Grunting Al hammered his cock into her harder, harder, harder, fighting through the tight confines of her orgasm until yes, yes, yes, his whole body shook with the impact of his own climax as he clung to her, emptying his balls into her tight little snatch. Sweaty and exhausted, though far from sated, he let his head drop down to her chest and stayed that way for a long time, feeling her tremble beneath him, feeling himself slowly shrink inside her. 

Once he had the energy to move again, Al went downstairs for a shower and smirked to himself as he bathed. It seemed he didn’t need that bitch, Laura, after all.

Into the Dark



It all began last year when Michele started commuting with me. 

Our schedules were almost always the same. She boarded the train one stop after mine each morning and she sat in the same car with me at least four days out of five. Our schedules varied more in the afternoons, but I still saw her at least once or twice a week on the way home. 

Both of us always chose the quiet car, me so I could spend time writing, my fingers dancing across the keys of my laptop, her so she could read and make notes in the small notebooks she carried with her, pausing from time to time to write something down. What is was she wrote I didn't know, but hardly a trip went by when she didn't put aside her book, pull out one of her brightly colored notebooks and write something. Sometimes her jottings were just a few words, other times she wrote for as long as ten minutes. 

We rarely sat close enough for me to see what she was reading, but the few times that I did see a spine or a cover, it was poetry—once it was Rilke, another time Yates—or the angry novels of the younger generation, works filled with sexual license, terrorism, loneliness, desperate depression and anger. The contrast between the beauty of the poetry and the meanness of the prose fascinated me.

In her bright colors—pink one day, turquoise the next, a glowing yellow the following day, a raging purple the day after—she exuded the careless sensuality of the young. Her hips swayed their invitation when she walked the aisles, her breasts jostling in bras that did not quite constrain them as the train cars shifted back and forth crossing points or changing tracks. The white wires of her iPod always dangled from her ears, a vaguely self-satisfied smirk creasing her face, and a faraway gaze were the constants of her expression as she searched for a seat.

I found that I couldn't help but watch her each morning, peering over the tops of my glasses, the light of my laptop screen a pale reflection in the lenses, as she threaded her way toward my end of the car, always to my end. Because I was one of the first to board each morning, I always managed the same seat, the only one facing forward on the upper level, my line of site down a long row of fold down seats that faced the center of the car. Some days she would land no more than a few seats from me, others as many as ten, but never farther than that. 

When someone large sat and blocked my view of her, I was unhappy. When I had an unobstructed line of sight, my day began with a private, inward smile.

Her body was alluring in all the right ways. No more than five feet two, she was petite where a woman should be and nicely rounded in those other places. Her breasts were large for a woman so short, but not so large as to overpower her looks. Her hair was clipped short and spiky in a very modern style, blonde streaked with lighter blonde and hints of red peeking out from beneath. Her skin was so smooth and softly tanned that I felt irresistibly drawn to it, to her calves, her cheeks, and the softness of her neck.

She dressed in a way that spoke of a careful planning. During the warm months her skirts were very short, but not quite so short as to cross the line from professional attire to club wear. Her tops, whether blouses in the summer or sweaters in the winter, were always tight, hugging her remarkable figure. Her jewelry was a perfect compliment to whatever she wore.

Against the glow of her tan she almost always wore bright red lipstick, a shocking contrast to the whiteness of her teeth, teeth that she bared from time to time in a smile to herself as she scribbled away. Her nails were likewise red, a deep, sensual red. And the middle toe of her left foot was bound with a small silver circlet. 

She could be no more than 25, just a year or two older than my own daughters, but an entire world away when it came to her sophistication, her grace, the aura of sensuality she exuded.

The ring finger of her left hand sported a platinum band and a second ring with a large diamond, maybe an entire carat. Some man somewhere nearby was very lucky.

As the weeks, then the months went by, we sometimes exchanged glances, those small moments of recognition that two people who do not know one another but who see each other almost every day share. If our eyes met, I always smiled a small smile. She likewise smiled an equally small smile back. Then we returned to our work—me to my writing, her to her reading and scribbling.

Sometimes she would wander into my dreams just before dawn to tempt me with her softness, her lips parted, a thin line of white visible beneath the red, red of her lips.

The change in our non-relationship began in early May. I was stuck on a particularly difficult sentence, one that just would not read the way I wanted it to no matter how many permutations I tried. I found myself growing angry at the words, as though it were somehow their fault that I couldn't make them do what I wanted. Finally, I gave up and slapped my laptop closed, exasperated with myself. I don't know if it was the anger I was giving off or the snap of my laptop closing that caught her attention, but when I looked up she was looking at me, her private smirk spreading across her face, a glitter in her eyes that I'd never seen before.

Our gaze held one another for just a moment or two and then I felt myself flushing, embarrassed, as though she were looking into me, seeing things I didn't want her to see. I smiled wanly back at her, then turned to look out the window, afraid that if I looked back she would still be smirking at me. And I was still angry. I didn't look back at her, but when our train left her stop downtown, she was standing on the platform as the train pulled away and was staring at me as the crowd of commuters eddied and swirled around her, jostling their way to the exit stairs. Our eyes locked again for no more than three seconds and I was gone.

The following morning, I was watching for her as I always did, but more carefully than before. I knew that she was somehow on to me, that she knew I'd been paying very close attention to her all this time, and I wanted to try to pretend that it wasn't so. 

She had no intention of letting me.

When she stepped into our car, I was immediately aware of her the way that a small bird is aware of the predator that hovers just beyond its vision. I forced myself to keep my eyes locked on my screen, to not look up. But she came and sat in the closest possible seat to mine, not more than three feet from me, and as she did, her perfume washed over me, a scent of jasmine and something tropical—maybe coconut. 

I fought against my urge to look up and lost. As soon as I did, she felt my glance, turned and smiled at me, a full smile, not that little smirk, or the small smile of recognition. It was as if I'd been caught in a tractor beam, my whole being locked onto her for that brief moment. Then she turned away, pulled out her book and began reading.

What could I do? I went back to my writing, but aimlessly, lost in the proximity of her. Several times during our 45 minutes together I peeked over my glasses at her, but she was absorbed in her own work, in her own life, seemingly oblivious to me. But I knew she wasn't. There had been many seats for her to choose from and she'd chosen to sit as close to me as she could.

This became our routine. Me sitting anxiously waiting for her to board our train, her sitting as close to me as possible and each morning greeting me with her smile. We might have gone on like that forever, me afraid to speak for fear of breaking the spell she'd cast over me, but she wasn't willing to let it continue like that.

"You seem much happier with your work lately," she said one morning as she plopped down in front of me.

"I'm sorry. What?" I sputtered, too surprised that she'd spoken to me to be articulate.

"I said, you seem much happier with your work lately."

"Oh, uh, well, yes, I am," I replied. "It's going rather well, actually."

"What are you writing?" she asked.

"A novel."

"Really? That's wonderful. And dangerous, don't you think?"

"Dangerous?" I asked. This was my third novel, but I'd never thought of writing as dangerous before.

"Sure," she said. "Words have a way of taking on a life of their own. How do you control them?"

"Ah," I said. "I see what you mean. Well, I guess I'd never really thought of them as dangerous before. But, yes, they can be more assertive than people realize."

"Yes," she said. "I know."

"And you," I said, rushing forward now that the line had been crossed, "What about your work?"

"Work?"

"Yes," I said. "All that writing in your notebooks."

She waved a hand in the air, a dismissive gesture. "Oh, that. It's not work. Not really. Just an attempt to make sense of things. That's all."

I understood, of course, because I was one of those people who wrote in the margins of my books, sometimes whole paragraphs.

"Yes," I said. "I know."

Then she smiled at me again, but in a different way. In a way that said she knew things about me that I didn't even know myself. 

"Yes," she said. "I can see that."

Before we could explore our new found familiarity any further, we arrived at her stop and she exited with only a small wave as she left the car.

Over the next several months that first conversation blossomed into a full-fledged argument—one that spanned the entire trajectory of American culture—literature, movies, music and film. We had wildly divergent beliefs about what constituted beauty, grace and meaning, and our discussions had become so animated that we were banished from the quiet car by a fussy conductor. I'd given up writing in the mornings. If it weren't for the fact that Michele's afternoon schedule was usually different from mine, I wouldn't have gotten any writing done at all. I don't know how she felt about the loss of reading time, but she certainly didn't seem to resent it.

Along the way I learned that she was in fact 26 and she learned that I was 49. She'd been married almost five years, I'd been married almost 20 before it ended five years ago. On the day I confessed my age, she laughed out loud, startling several people around us enough that they rattled their newspapers disapprovingly. When I asked her what was so funny, she said that her father was only 47. 

"What's so funny about me being older than your father?" I asked.

"I couldn't begin to tell you," she said mysteriously.

One day she surprised me by demanding to see what I'd been writing lately. At first I refused, embarrassed to let her see something still unpolished.

"Come on," she said. "I've read your other two books and they're very good. I like the fact that they are so different from each other."

I blushed then. I had no idea she'd done that.

"It's really not at a place where I could show it to you," I said. "I'm too unhappy with it right now."

"All the more reason to let me read some of it," she said. "A fresh perspective can't hurt can it?"

The real problem was not the unpolished nature of what I'd written, it was the content. The erotic content of the current draft was very high and at this particular moment I wasn't ready to share it with anyone. For one thing, I'd been tapping into the hidden corners of my own sexuality for parts of my characters and if she were to read what I'd written, it would be like exposing myself to her.

"Seriously," she said, her voice firmer now. "I've been screwing up my courage for more than a month now to ask you. Now that I have, you have to let me read some of it."

Something about the way she spoke to me, whether it was the timbre of her voice or the fact that she'd invested so much in my writing already overcame my reticence. I held up one finger to make her wait, opened one of the chapters I was happiest with and handed her the laptop.

She grabbed at it like it was a lifeline, turned away from me and began reading. For the rest of our ride she didn't speak again, although her expressions gave me some clues. One minute she was frowning, another she was smirking. All I could do was sit there quietly and watch her eyes darting back and forth and her fingers tapping the scroll keys.

When we neared her station, she closed up my iBook and handed it back to me.

"Thanks," she said. "Thanks a lot."

"Well?" I asked. "What do you think?"

She shook her head. "It's too soon for me to say anything."

"But..."

"I've got to get off," she said. 

She grabbed her bag then and bolted for the door, her black pleated skirt swishing back and forth as she hurried to make sure she didn't miss her stop. I turned to the window to watch her walk away, childishly hoping she'd wave to me. Instead, I saw her standing stock still on the platform, commuters surging around her. She wasn't looking at me. She was writing furiously in one of her notebooks. I felt the urge to jump up and pull the emergency stop handle on the train so I could watch her write. But of course, I didn't.

That afternoon, she wasn't on the train. I felt a tremendous disappointment wash over me as we pulled out and she didn't board. I needed to know what she'd written, how she'd made sense of my work, of me.

Fortunately, I didn't have too much longer to wait. The following morning Michele boarded our car, came straight to the seats that I'd come to think of as "our seats," smiled, put out her hand and said, "Laptop please."

"Not until you tell me something," I said. 

"You know I can't do that," she replied. "I only managed to read 20 pages. I can't tell you anything from that. Hand it over."

So I did. 

All the way into town, we repeated our performance of the previous morning—me watching, her reading.

Ten minutes out from her station, Michele sighed, closed up the computer and handed it back to me. I was about to ask her what she thought again, but she turned away from me, pulled out a bright red notebook, the one I'd seen her writing in yesterday, and began to write like she was possessed.

When the scratchy voice on the intercom called her station, she closed the notebook with a snap, turned to me, smiled and said, "Well. That was very good."

I felt a blush rising to my face. Unaccountably, I cared a lot about her opinion. I hadn't shown any of the draft to anyone—not my editor, my girlfriend, not anyone. That she liked it pleased me immensely.

"Thanks," was all I could think of to say.

"No, really," she said. "It's really good."

"Any other insights than that," I probed.

She pursed her lips, then she smiled a mysterious smile and said, "Let's just say there's more to you than I realized."

The train lurched to a stop and before I could ask her what she meant by that, she was up and off to the door. This time, though, she was looking up at my window as the train pulled out. She didn't smile or wave. She just looked.

I didn't open the computer again until I arrived in my office. When I did, I was surprised to see that she'd gone well beyond the chapter that I'd opened for her to read and had read the entire next chapter. This was the one where the main characters end up trapped in a mountain cabin by a blizzard and spend a week together in desperate sexual combat, wrenching at the darkness in each other's souls. If I'd known she was going to read that chapter, I'd have hidden it on the hard drive.

I'd written that chapter several nights before in one sitting and it was one of the most emotionally draining things I'd ever done. It was still very raw and the mix of anger and anguish I felt as I wrote it was palpable. At least I thought it was.

That afternoon I hoped against hope that Michele would be on my train, but once again she wasn't. And because it was Friday, I knew I wouldn't see her again for at least two days. If only I knew her last name, her telephone number or her email. I wanted to explain, to ask her to unread what I'd shown her, to say something that would make me feel better about what she'd glimpsed.

On Sunday night I hardly slept. Three times I got out of bed, sat at my computer, and tried to rewrite that goddamned chapter. But I couldn't. Each time I managed to change a few words, to move a comma, or correct a typo. But that was all I could do. I had to talk to Michele first.

Monday morning dawned oppressive. It was already 80 degrees when I left my house at 7:10 a.m. and the prediction was for over 100. The humidity was supposed to soar to 80 percent. Standing on the platform waiting for the train I began to sweat, little beads of moisture forming at my hairline, others running down between my shoulder blades. The train smell of the platform, that mixture of oil, rust and things I didn't want to think about made me want to gag.

To my great relief, Michele boarded as per usual. Today she was a vision in yellow and blue, floating down the aisle like a sexy Bumble Bee. I had to smile when I saw her. I'd never had that kind of self-assurance and I found it very attractive, maybe even a little daunting.

"Good morning," she said as she sat. "Good weekend?"

"Not particularly," I replied truthfully.

Her eyebrows hitched upward. "Oh? Everything okay?"

"Yes," I said. "I was just frustrated most of the weekend. Every time I tried to write I got stuck."

"Oh my," she said. "That's bad."

"Yes. It is. But what about you? Good weekend?"

"Not particularly," she said, then laughed lightly.

"Oh? Everything okay?" I asked, mimicking her tone of voice as best I could.

"Yes," she said. "I suppose so. Let's just say I was frustrated in my own way all weekend."

I know I should have asked more, but I was panting to know what she thought of what she'd read and I needed to explain it to her.

"So," I began.

Before I could say anything, she leaned forward, lowered her voice and said, "One reason I was so unhappy all weekend was because of what I read."

"Let me explain," I began again, but she waved me off, needing to say what she wanted to say.

"That chapter was so intense. I was there with them the whole time, you know? I couldn't stop thinking about how much they wanted to hurt one another, how much they needed to inflict pain, how damaged they both were."

"Yes," I said. "That was the point."

"I know it was," she continued, her voice still hushed, but with a thrill to it. "And it was also incredibly hot, you know. The way they battered one another in bed, driving themselves to those depths of pain and pleasure at the same time. How did you know?"

"How did I know what?" I asked, not sure what she meant.

Her voice dropped even lower, so low that the noise of the train's wheels all but obscured it, forcing me to lean even closer to hear her.

"How did you know it would be like that?"

How to answer? Michele's eyes glittered as she stared at me, waiting. It was as if my answer mattered very, very much to her. 

"I'm not sure, really," I said. It was true. The chapter had just sort of surged out of me in one of those bursts that sometimes overtake me. I'd written it in one sitting, almost twelve hours straight.

"It was just what happened to them," I continued. "The two of them have been bothering me for a long time—the way they dislike each other, the way they have to make love despite that dislike, the way they each use sex as a weapon against the other. For some reason, when I turned them loose on each other in that cabin, it's just what happened."

She just nodded and didn't say anything. I noticed that her lips were parted slightly and she seemed to be breathing a little more heavily than normal. It occurred to me that she was turned on not only by what I'd written, but also by talking to me about it. It was a flattering feeling, so I kept talking.

"It seems to me that sex is often combative, each person using the other for his or her own needs. People like to talk about sex as giving, but I think there's a lot more taking involved. Both of these characters are takers, and as things unfolded, they just kept taking until there wasn't anything left on either side of the bed."




Into the Dark



She nodded again.

"I wrote it in one sitting, you know. It just kind of poured out of me one night. I started around 7:00 and didn't finish until after 6:00 the next morning. It wrung me out."

"I'll bet," she said, the first words she'd spoken in close to five minutes. Her voice was husky, her eyes were locked on mine. I realized I was starting to get turned on myself, a swelling beginning in my pants.

Before I could say anything else, the intercom called her stop. Michele's head jerked up and she stared at the speaker as though it was a pile of shit in the sidewalk on front of her. "Fuck," she muttered.

"Michele," I began, but she cut me off again.

"Look, I need to talk to you about this some more," she said. "Are you on the 5:20 this afternoon.

"Yes," I said.

"I'll be there too. Second car from the back, like usual?"

"Yes."

"Okay," she said. "Bye then."

As before, when I looked out the window at the platform, there was Michele, her notebook out and her pen attacking the page. She never looked up as we rolled away.

All day I was distracted at work, unable to concentrate on the project I really, really needed to finish up by early next week. My conversation with Michele had left me too unsettled. I was thinking about her in more overtly sexual ways than I ever had. Sure, I'd always found her sexy and had enjoyed looking at her body, then later speaking to her. But this was different. I was actually fantasizing about her, the two of us alone in a mountain cabin, snow damping down all the sounds around us, taking what we wanted, not caring about the consequences.

When I arrived at the platform for my train home I instantly knew something was wrong. There were way too many passengers there and they were muttering and fanning themselves with whatever was available—folded newspapers, hats, even a popcorn box.

The announcer informed us that due to the heat all trains out of the city were running at half speed. My train was running close to 30 minutes late already. Shit! How was I ever going to meet Michele in this mess? 

There was nothing to do but wait it out.

When my train finally arrived, it was already too full to take on everyone waiting for it, but I wasn't about to get left on the platform in this sweltering weather. I pushed my way on, wedging myself between a fat man with little shells braided into his dreadlocks and a couple of businessmen like myself, large half moons of sweat growing under the arms of their blazers. The only thing to hold on to was a pole just at the edge of my reach. Even with that, I bounced off the fat man as the train pulled out. I was too pissed off and hot to apologize.

When we pulled into Michele's station, it was all I could do to turn myself so I could see out of the doors as they opened. Absolutely no one got off the train—how could they—but to my delight, there was Michele first in line to get on. She looked up, made eye contact, then dropped her shoulder and bulled her way on board. Disregarding the protests of the people around me, she kept going until she was right in front of me.

At 6'3", I was looking down at the top of her head. 

"Hi," she said, turning her face up to mine.

"Hi. Nice day isn't it."

"Fuck no," she said, getting a few chuckles from the people around us. But even as we began our conversation, another six or seven people followed her example and shoved their way onto the train, packing us like sardines and eliciting several howls of protest from the people already on board. Michele was crushed against me, her head against my sternum. I was immediately very aware of the fact that her breasts were pressing against my chest.

It was the most uncomfortable situation I think I've ever been in. It was about 90 degrees in our train car, the air conditioner barely making a dent in the heat. People were jammed up against me on all sides and were sweating on me. And this beautiful young woman, the woman I'd spent much of the day fantasizing about, was pressed against me in ways that were making my cock begin to grow. Worst of all, there was nowhere to go, no way to shift so she wouldn't feel it.

"Sorry," I said to the top of her head.

"No point in talking," she said into my shoulder. "It'll just make it hotter."

My cock was now mostly hard and pressing against her stomach. I tried to push back against the man behind me, but there was just no give. I looked left and right to see if there was any escape that way, but there just wasn't. 

And then I felt it. The fingers of her right hand were walking up my thigh like a large spider preparing to bite me in the balls. They moved with excruciating slowness, drawing out the tension, making my cock jump even though she hadn't touched me. But I knew she was going to. Her head settled into a more comfortable position and she sighed. I knew she had to be turned on, but not nearly as turned on as I was at that moment.

When her fingers found my cock at last, it was all I could do to keep from cumming right then and there. I was that excited. 

I thought she would continue to stroke me, but she didn't. Instead, to my horror, she began to tug my zipper down, one or two teeth at a time. I knew no one in our sardine can could hear the teeth parting, but the idea that I would soon be unzipped in public, a woman's hand on me, was terrifying. And very exciting.

Speaking would have broken the spell and as much as I wanted her to stop, my desire for her to continue was greater. It didn't take long for her to have me mostly unzipped. Her small, delicate hand slipped into my pants and parted the fly on my boxers. 

When she touched me, her fingers were so much cooler than my cock. More than anything, I wanted her to stroke me to an orgasm, right there in the midst of all those people. But she didn't. Instead, the coolness of her fingers slid around my shaft, she gave me a very hard, almost painful squeeze, then slid her fingers down until they found my balls. Again, she squeezed me, this time painfully. It was all I could do to keep from yelping. 

Then her hand withdrew and she began to zip me back up, slowly, carefully. 

I was dimly aware that we'd passed through three stops as this had been going on and that several people had managed to worm their way off the train. In fact, the crowd around us was starting to thin enough that it was a good thing she'd zipped me up. Silently I blessed her good judgment.

Three more sweaty stops later, we arrived at hers. She looked up at me then and said, "This is your stop, isn't it?"

"Yes," I said. "It is." 

We forced our way off the train, my hardness brushing against two people on the way down the stairs to the platform. As soon as my feet his hard concrete, I wormed my way out of my blazer and threw it over my arm in an attempt to hide the tent in the front of my pants. 

Michele walked away from me without looking back. She knew I was following.

I let the wave of angry, hot, smelly commuters carry me with her. We clattered down the old metal stairs and spun through the turnstiles to the street beyond. Someone bumped into my shoulder, almost knocking me into the street.

"Sorry," he muttered, head down and moving toward home and air conditioning.

Michele was already turning the corner onto a side street and I had to jog a few steps to catch up. The street was lined with old oaks and elms, fashionable brownstones on either side. She was walking so rapidly that if I hadn't been so much taller, it would have been difficult to keep up. But when I did, I asked the question that had been burning in my brain ever since we left the train.

"What about your husband?"

"Fuck him," she said through clenched teeth. "He's not around."

At the next corner we turned right again. At the second house, Michele opened a small wrought iron gate and followed a brick path to a flight of steps that led down to a lower apartment, the kind that used to be called a grandmother suite.

I stumbled after her, dimly aware of daisies blooming along the fence separating her yard from the one next door. I could smell basil as I descended the stairs and saw several pots of herbs on the wall that screened the basement door from the street.

She fumbled with her keys for a minute, cursing under her breath at the difficulty she was having getting the key to slide into the lock. I realized I was holding my breath and let it out just as she pushed the door open. A blast of cool air washed over us. Thank God. Air conditioning.

I stepped through the door and as I did, she slammed it behind me and was on me like an animal whose den has been invaded. Her hands were everywhere, yanking at my belt, grabbing my hands and pressing them onto her breasts, cupping my balls, reaching up to pull my hair. The two of us, desperate to be nude, began tearing at our clothes. Several buttons from my shirt flew across the room, scattering on the floor. I heard fabric tear as she ripped off her panties.

The very last item was my boxers. My cock caught in the fly as I pulled them down and bounced wildly as it came free. A crazy laugh burst from Michele at this. I looked up at her then and saw that she was completely given over to an animalistic lust. She jumped at me then, throwing her arms around my neck, her legs around my hips.

The head of my cock banged hard against the space between her pussy and her ass. With one hand, I lifted her ass and with the other, I pushed the head against her lips. She cried out and let her weight drop onto me, impaling herself in one stroke. 

I turned her to the wall, pressed her back into the flowered wallpaper and began to fuck her harder than I've ever fucked anyone in my life. I wanted my cock to spilt her small body in half, to force her open in ways she'd never been opened before.

Michele was grunting with each of my strokes, her nails biting into my shoulders as I crushed her against the wall. The pain I felt only elevated my desire and soon I knew my goal was close. I began slamming into her so hard the walls vibrated. Something fell from the wall next to us with a crash, but nothing was stopping my drive to orgasm.

When it burst from me, I rose off the floor onto my toes, pushing her toward the ceiling, and yelled as semen blasted out of me into her. Michele grabbed my hair and pulled me head back as I drove into her again, a second and then a third spurt issuing from the head of my cock.

As the orgasm subsided, I became aware of her weight for the first time. My arms began to shake as the adrenaline leeched from my muscles.

"Goddamn you," she hissed. "Get down on the fucking floor."

I eased her to a standing position. Her face was contorted with a mixture of need and anger. Her breasts heaved up and down, their deep red nipples standing straight out. Placing a hand on my shoulder, she pushed me away. 

"Now, goddamn it!"

I did as I was told, my cock still half hard and drooling semen. No sooner had I lay on my back than she straddled my face, a mixture of my semen and her lust dripping down to land on my cheek. I saw that she had a full bush of pubic hair, but before I could see any more, she dropped to her knees over my face and then pressed her pussy down onto my mouth, banging my head against the floor so hard that I saw stars.

"Eat," she ordered, her fingers twisting into my hair again for emphasis.

In response I shot my tongue into her, fucking her with it. She writhed over me, grinding down against my chin and nose. Unable to breathe in this position, I reached up and pushed her back toward my chin so that I could get access to her clit and get my nose into the air.

Michele began to grunt again as my tongue lashed against her clit. The saltiness of my own semen mixed with the bitter tang of her desire, the smell of her passion and sweat all but overwhelming me.

Thankfully, given the way she was crushing the back of my head into the floorboards, it didn't take long for her orgasm to roll through her. A chorus of grunts began somewhere deep in her abdomen, her thighs tightened on my ears and then she threw herself down hard on me, one hand yanking my hair, the other slapping the floor behind my head. Juices poured out of her in a wave and she moaned "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

I thought we were done, but Michele had other ideas. Although I continued to run my tongue back and forth over her clit, she rolled off of me, climbed to her knees, then stood. 

"In here," she barked, walking away from me into the living room.

I managed to stand, followed her and found her draped over the back of a large arm chair, her ass in the air, white against the deep green fabric covering. She had one hand on each arm of the chair and her face was turned toward me, that wild look still in her eyes.

She didn't have to say a thing. My cock was hard again, or maybe had never really gotten soft. I stepped behind her and buried myself into her in one smooth thrust. Her cunt was boiling now, clamping convulsively on me as I reached the apex of my thrust.

"Fuck me. Fuck me hard," she cried.

I grabbed one ass cheek in each hand and began to stroke into her with long, full strokes.

"No, goddamn it. Fuck me I said!"

So I did. Digging my fingers into her ass, I yanked her back toward me and began to pound into her again. The way she was writhing under me, grunting with each stroke, begging me to fuck her, fuck her harder, awoke the blackness and I began driving my cock into once again with the same desperation, the same anger I'd felt earlier.

Sweat was pouring from us both, stinging my eyes, making her body slick and hard to grasp. I dug my fingers deeper into her flesh. She cried out with pleasure. I was dimly aware of another orgasm making her clench onto my cock, but I was no longer interested in her pleasure. My cock had become a battering ram, driving, pulsing, with only one goal. 

And then she was pushing me away, forcing me out of her. I fought back, trying to hold her down on the chair.

"Wait," she cried. "Wait damn it!"

I stepped back, panting, my cock a deep red, the veins pulsing with blood. Michele, put out her palm and spit into it. Then held it up to me. "Spit," she commanded. 

My mouth was dry from my exertions, but I managed a small amount of spittle. She spit into her hand again, then resumed her position on the chair. The hand with the spit in it came up to her ass and she smeared it all around the tight rosebud, sliding first one, then two fingers into herself. 

"There. Fuck me there."

I managed to get a little more spit onto my own hand, slathered it on my cock and then pressed against her opening. She slid down the back of the chair toward me, anxious to have me inside. I grabbed her hips again and forced her down onto me, watching the head of my cock pop past her ring, and then the shaft widening her hole as it disappeared into her.

"Yes. Yes. Yes," she moaned, writhing again.

Grabbing her ass cheeks again with each hand, I resumed my fucking, splitting her open. I could feel one of her hands under us now, her fingers strumming wildly on her clit as I pounded into her.

I felt her cum again, her sphincter clenching against the base of my cock, her voice rising, her thrashing making it difficult to hold on. And then I felt my own orgasm rising. Goddamn her! I wanted to fuck her so hard, to make her feel it as I came. My strokes drove the chair was across the living room floor, making the rug bunch up against a glass topped coffee table.

Michele was moaning incoherently and at some level I realized that I was too. I didn't care. I just wanted to cum and cum hard. 

Suddenly, her hand dropped down from her cunt to my balls. She grabbed me, rolling them back and forth between her fingers, squeezing them firmly, almost painfully.

"Cum, you fucker. Fill my fucking ass. Cum!"

And I did. The electrical pulses started somewhere down in my calves and rose to my balls, making them twitch. Michele must have felt it, because as the semen began to rush from them, she squeezed me so hard I yelled, driving my cock into her as far as it was possible to go. My orgasm burst from me into her and with each pulse she squeezed me again. The pain and pleasure together was so intense I almost blacked out, stars shooting across my eyes, my ears ringing with it.

"Yes, yes. Yes!" I heard her over my own cries.

And then I was done. I had nothing left. No more semen. No more energy. No more anger. I was completely spent.

I let go of her ass, seeing the prints of my hands white against red skin, several small bruises already showing from where my fingertips had dug into her flesh. I fell forward over her, my cock popping free from her ass, the slickness of our skin mingling.

I realized she was crying, sobs wrenched from somewhere deep inside. I raised a hand and brushed her hair back from the side of her face where it lay against the arm of the chair and tried to comfort her. I was sure I'd hurt her and felt guilty immediately.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, my voice raw from yelling.

"How can you say that?" she asked.

"What do you mean?"

"That was it. Don't you see?" she said between sobs. "That was it. That was the way it was supposed to be. The way I've wanted it to be for so long. I knew you'd know."

I thought about what she was saying. And yes, I had known. The darkness was there in both of us. The need. The anger. The desperation. Mine was born of the hatred both of my parents poured into me. Where it came from in her, I couldn't guess, but whatever the reason, it wouldn't be pleasant. It was that dark place that I'd written from and it was the darkness that resonated with her.

We were damaged in the same ways, probably for different reasons. But we were alike.

"Yes," I said. "I knew. I just didn't know you were so like me."

"Get off," she moaned.

Standing with difficulty, I pulled her up from the chair and watched her stagger back into the front hall where our need had overtaken us, stepping carefully around shards of glass from the picture that had fallen.

She returned carrying one of her notebooks. For the first time I was able to take in the whole of her nakedness. Her body was perfect, taught, rounded, alive.

"Sit," she said, pointed to the chair that had been our rack. I sat and she sat across from me on the sofa, one leg draped over the arm of the sofa, the swollen lips of her cunt exposed, our passion leaking onto the slipcover.

She opened the notebook to a page dated almost nine months earlier, long before we'd started talking to one another on the train, and handed it to me.

Astounded, I read what she'd written almost nine months earlier. It was as though I'd written it myself. But where my book was peopled with imaginary characters, her writing was more of a diary, a tale of pain, lust, anger, and desire. It was as if, all those months staring at her on the train, I'd been channeling her as I created the female protagonist in my book.

A chill ran through me then, gooseflesh starting on my arms and my thighs.

"You see," she said, pointing to the pages of her notebook. "That's me. But the woman in your story, she's also me."

"Yes," I said. 

"And the man. That's you."

"Yes," was all I could say. We both knew it was true.

"When I first read those chapters, I thought you must know me somehow. I wracked my brain for any connection that we might have, any way you could have known. But you didn't did you?"

"No," I replied. "I saw you for the first time on the train last summer and until now, I've never seen you anywhere else."

"Then," she asked, swiveling so that we could look into one another's eyes again, "How did you know it would be like that?"

"Because that's the way it is," I said. "At least for me. It's always been like that since the first time. I didn't want it to be. I wanted it to be the way you read about, you know, in other people's books? But it never was, never could be."




Into the Dark



Her eyes welled up then and she took my face in her hands and kissed me, her lips impossibly soft. I kissed her back and for a moment, we tried to drain each other of the feelings we had, like two emotional vampires. Then she pushed me away and nodded.

"Yes," she said. "It's always been that way for me too. Sometimes I think it's going to kill me. I know it's killing my husband. He can't understand, or he won't. I'm not sure which. But I know he can't take it much longer."

I nodded. "In the end, it's what drove my wife away," I said. "She tried. She wanted to be what I needed. But she didn't have it in her. She was too normal, I guess."

Michele laughed at that, a bitter sound that rose to something more triumphant. "Normal? What's normal? This feels normal to me," she said, grabbing my cock in her hand and squeezing it hard, the way she had on the train.

I laughed then too and reached up to her breasts and twisted one of her nipples just as hard to signal my agreement.

Her eyes lit up then, the craving returning. "Go shower," she said. "It's just down the hall. Wash your cock so I can suck it. If I smell anything on it from my ass, I'll bite you!"

Then she slid off of me to the floor, grabbed one of my hands and pulled me to a standing position. Towering over her, my cock at the level of her face, I had an overwhelming urge to grab her by the ears and force my flaccid cock into her mouth without washing it. But I also knew she wasn't kidding when she said she'd bite me.

So I lumbered off toward the bathroom. Stopping half way down the hall to look at myself in a mirror hanging next to a closet door, I saw that my face had that same faraway smirk that Michele wore so often on the train.

A door had opened unexpectedly before me and I knew that on the other side was an abyss, a darkness that would devour me in the end. But I also knew that it was the darkness I'd been searching for, the one that would make me whole, at least for a while, and that for now anyway, Michele and I would go down into it together.



Into the Dark



Momma, please. I won't talk back anymore. Let me out of the closet, Momma. Or turn on a light. You know how scared I am of the dark. Don't leave me here in the dark, Momma. Please. Please Momma. Momma? Momma?

* * * *

Brandon leaned over the low, padded cubicle wall and winked at Colleen and told her she was looking mighty fine today. Then, as he turned and moved down the corridor between the cubicles, a large, apparently heavy file box under his arm, he barely missed running into Rhonda, and gave her a cheery hello and a big smile before going on his way.

Rhonda stopped by Colleen's cubicle as well. "Brandon's been very chipper today."

"Yes, isn't he a dreamboat," Colleen answered. "He's been so 'up' for a couple of weeks now. And it suits him. He always was a hunk, but it seemed like he was afraid of something—of his own shadow."

"I heard that Norris wants to push him ahead," Rhonda said. "He wanted him to be more outgoing, so Brandon's been going to a specialist. Someone who is helping him."

"A specialist? Do you mean a shrink?"

"Something like that, I think. I've heard he's using hypnosis or something. Anyway, it's put me all a flutter with Brandon. He's strutting around now like he's getting it good. He could have gotten it from me even before—but he's really something now. I melt whenever he looks at me."

"Rhonda!" Colleen exclaimed. But her cheeks were burning.

"Don't tell me you wouldn't go into the break room alone with him, Colleen Thomas. I've heard you talking about him."

"He's married," Colleen said with a forced gasp.

"Yeah, well, we both can dream, can't we? Besides now he always looks like he's just been with a woman. And I'm not going to lie and say I didn't wish that woman was me. I can tell you I wouldn't turn him down either."

Both young women giggled then, and Rhonda turned and went on her way down the corridor.

Brandon had already reached the door of the file room. He went in and walked to the back of the room and returned the file carton he'd carried in into its niche on the metal rack. The overhead light went out, the door closed behind him, and he heard the click of a lock.

He was in total darkness, and, from the heavy breathing near the door, he knew he wasn't alone.

Already beginning to pant, Brandon turned and leaned back on a worktable beside the rack where he'd stowed the file on the shelves. He moaned and spread his legs as a heavy-breathing figure moved between his thighs. A hand was buried in the hair at the back of his head and he was arched backward. He opened his lips as the lips of another took possession of them, opening them to a searching tongue. With one hand the figure held Brandon's head arched back and with the other the buttons on Brandon's shirt were being released. The lips went to his nipples.

Brandon moaned. He reached down and fumbled with the belt of the figure pressed into his pelvis, lowered a zipper, pulled out a hardening and already-sheathed and slick cock, and began to stroke it. The man pressed into him was unbuckling Brandon's belt as well and pushing his trousers off his legs.

With a groan, Brandon hooked his legs around the phantom of the dark's very real waist and whispered in a hoarse and insistent voice, "Oh, god, yes. Now. Fuck me, fuck me." He made pained, whimpering sounds as the cock invaded his channel. Stiff-armed, Brandon was arched back on the surface of the work table, his ankles crossed at the small of the man's heavily muscled back, trembling and urging the cocking on. The man buried his face in the hollow of Brandon's neck and sucked hard. Six, seven, eight deep strokes.

Then he pulled out of Brandon and turned him to where Brandon was standing on the floor but bent over the table. The man grabbed Brandon's tie, pulled it around to the back, and used it as reins to arch Brandon's torso up and back with every stroke of the renewed attack of his cock inside the young man's channel. The underside of Brandon's hard cock was stroking across the surface of the work table, and his assaulter moved his free hand around Brandon's waist and cupped the top of Brandon's cock with his palm, giving Brandon the friction of his own cock between skin and work table surface.

Twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven strokes inside Brandon and he jerked and lurched, gave a little cry, and shot cum across the surface of the table. Three more strokes, and the man enjoyed his own ejaculation deep inside Brandon's channel.

They hunched there, panting in stereo—Brandon's tenor to the man's bass—until the man softened inside Brandon. He pulled out, reached around and buttoned Brandon's dress shirt again, and then reached down and pulled Brandon's trousers back up his legs, zipped him, and rebuckled his belt.

Brandon was alone, hunched over the table, when the light went back on and the door opened and shut quickly after that. He stood up from the table, looked around with only a slightly confused look, moved his head to one side to take a crick out of his neck. He looked at the rack beside him. The box he had put into place was where it belonged. He smiled slightly to himself and turned and left the file room.

As he walked back along the corridor between the cubicles, he paused once more to give Colleen a smile and a slightly saucy look.

Colleen did a bit of a double take. His eyes looked dreamy and he certainly did, as Rhonda had mentioned twenty minutes earlier, look like he'd been "getting some." She even got the heady hint of a musky smell in the air that she'd have to admit she found arousing.

It'd been nearly a half hour since he'd passed by. Had she seen Rhonda in that half hour? She'd have to think. Maybe Rhonda was getting something she wasn't. True, he was married, but she'd been giving it to Mr. Watson in accounting and he was married too—and Brandon was a whole lot hunkier than Mr. Watson was.

* * * *

"I think that was a very good session, Brandon," Dr. Milton said at the door of his treatment room. "I think we're coming along very nicely. Very nicely indeed."

"Thank you, Doctor. I do feel quite refreshed. I was a little nervous when I came in today, but feel like I'm walking on clouds now."

Brandon smiled at the man who was sitting in the waiting room as he left to walk uptown to the apartment he shared with his wife, Cindy. They'd been married for a year, and it really was her problems that had sent Brandon looking for help. His fear of the dark was ruining her sleep. The tossing and turning had sent them to separate twin beds already, something they both knew was unusual for near newlyweds, but it was the light that had really gotten to her. Brandon hadn't been able to sleep—or do anything—in the dark. And Cindy couldn't sleep with the lights on. After Dr. Milton had started treating Brandon, now the dark of night, in his own bed, didn't cause Brandon to toss and turn and cry out in fear. They were thinking of exchanging the twins for a king already, and Cindy now only wore the night mask and had the sound machine on out of habit.

The man, not at all bad looking for his age, but probably pushing forty, smiled back at Brandon. He stood as Brandon was leaving. He was a professional type—probably a lawyer. But he hadn't gone to pot. He had kept himself in good shape. Brandon was wondering what the man could be seeing Milton for as he got out of the elevator and walked out onto the street.

The man had been taking a wallet out of his pocket as he stood. Brandon's office paid for his visits without Brandon having to pay anything. Norris had told him that they'd cover it as part of his executive training. They obviously liked his work, and it had only been the effects of his insomnia that had been holding Brandon back from promotion.

Brandon had stopped on the street. He had no idea why he was stopped, but when he saw that he was standing by the cashier's booth to a movie theater, he had the sudden urge to go in. He had no idea what the movie was even, but it didn't seem to matter.

The movie hadn't started when he entered the theater. He moved to the top row of the balcony. Very few patrons were attending the showing, and all of them were much farther down, nearer the screen.

The lights went out and the movie started, one of the dark-atmosphere movies—and rather racy—all sorts of meaningful, longing looks and hoarse talking and grasping fumbling.

Brandon wasn't alone. A man sat down next to him, in the dark. He put his arm around Brandon's shoulders, and Brandon raised his arm, permitting the man's hand to go under his pit and to clutch his chest on top of one of his pecs. The man's other hand was in Brandon's lap, unzipping him and pulling out his cock. Brandon turned his face to the other man, not being able to discern the man's features, although they looked slightly familiar, and the two kissed.

Brandon reached over, unzipped the man, brought his cock out, and started stroking it.

After the man had leaned over and sucked Brandon hard, Brandon did the same for him. The man pulled Brandon's trousers off his legs, and sat Brandon on his cock, facing the screen.

In a dark bedroom scene on the screen, a couple languidly fucked, all legs and entwining arms and sighs and groans.

Brandon watched the scene, not really seeing it, as, with his hands gripping the back of the seat in front of him, he fucked himself on the man's cock, using the balls of his feet for leverage in his rising and falling. The man groaned behind him, ejaculated, and pulled Brandon into his lap. He snaked his hands around Brandon's waist and placed one hand on Brandon's belly to hold him close, still skewered on a softening cock, and stroked Brandon to his own coming with the other hand.

Brandon moaned to his finish, his unseeing eyes glued to the movie screen.

On the way home from the movie, he stopped and bought Cindy a bouquet of flowers. He was feeling randy. They'd have quite a session tonight. Cindy seemed to enjoy the fucking—a lot—but he tried to bring her something like flowers to warn her when he felt particularly hot, so she could think of a reason to hold him off that particular night if she wasn't in the mood as well.

* * * *

The doorbell rang after dinner, and when Brandon answered it, he saw Dr. Milton—and another man, younger and in an UPS delivery uniform, standing in the outer hallway in front of the door.

"I left my office and saw that you had left your briefcase, Brandon," Dr. Milton said. "I pass by here on the way home anyway, so I thought I'd drop it off to you."

"Thanks, Doctor. I hadn't even realized I'd left it there," Brandon said.

"Umm. This is my son, Jim, Brandon. Sorry, I should have introduced him immediately."

"Quite all right. Hello, Jim."

"Hello. Umm, would you mind if I used your bathroom?"

"Sure. Go ahead. The guest bathroom is right over there, by the door to the patio."

While Jim was gone, Cindy appeared and she and Brandon engaged in some chit-chat with Dr. Milton.

Later that night, Brandon was on top of Cindy in her twin bed, her legs open to him, writhing under him, as he plowed her hard and deep for the second time that evening. He had no idea why he was so randy—and she showed no evidence of caring as long as he was.

He rolled off of her with a groan and padded off to the bathroom to take a leak and a shower. When he came back, she appeared to be in a deep sleep already. Her sound machine was on, her night mask was covering her eyes, and she'd even taken a couple of sleeping pills. The sleeping pills was another thing Brandon hoped Cindy could wean herself away from once his problem with the dark was fully sorted out.

Brandon laid down on his own bed, on top of the covers. He didn't get under the covers until the middle of the night, and he slept in the nude. He reached over and turned out the light. He laid there, eyes open, slightly panting, feeling his arousal returning. His hand went to his cock.

The hand was brushed away. There was another hand on his cock. And then a mouth came down over it, and Brandon stretched and raised his arms over his head and purred. He no longer was being sucked. Someone was sitting on his belly. It was a man. His cock was slapping against Brandon's belly. Hands were taking Brandon's wrists, one after the other, and tying them off on the brass rails of the twin headboard.

Brandon sighed and moaned as the man lowered his lips on Brandon's. The lips were soon replaced by a plump cock, and Brandon's mouth was as open to that as he had been to the tongue that preceded it.

At length, the probing, hard cock was replaced by a ball gag and Brandon's hips were being raised with broad hands palming and spreading his buttocks. The cock slowly entered his channel, the going being tough because it was so thick. It entered and entered and entered, Brandon's hips being further raised on top of strong thighs as knees moved under the small of his back.

Brandon moaned and groaned. He dug his heels into the mattress, and when the deep, long-stroking started, he started a counter rhythm all his own against the stroking of the cock, using his feet for leverage.

When Cindy woke in the morning's light and pulled off her sleeping mask, she looked down to watch the bobbing of Brandon's head as he sucked on her nipples. She moved her hands to the small of his back and held him to her, enjoying the coordination of the bunching of the muscles at the base of his back, running onto his buttocks, with the rhythm of the fuck deep inside her.

She didn't know what was making Brandon so randy of late. But she certainly was benefiting from it. She reached over and took the thick, slickened dildo off her nightstand, and Brandon lurched and groaned as she reached around and worked it into his ass.

This was a fetish of his that had started even before they were married. She was long past trying to figure out why ass play with a dildo made Brandon extra horny during their sex. All that mattered to her was that it did.

* * * *

"Now, remember, Brandon," Dr. Milton was saying as he sat next to where Brandon was stretched out on a backless and armless couch, "As you drift into that world of pleasure and security, you will forget the dark as being a place of fear and confinement. You will think of it as a world of pleasure and freedom—freedom to express yourself and take your full pleasures."

Brandon's body was relaxing. He was drifting off as Dr. Milton's singsong voice helped him to move to that other world—a world of dark, but a world without fear, without inhibitions, of pure pleasure.

Milton continued droning on for a few minutes, listening for the shallow breathing, the slight pant—the pant of arousal that Milton himself had created in this luscious, young, hard-bodied man lolling on his couch.

"It's dark and getting darker, much darker." This wasn't so, the room was in full light. But Milton was making it so in Brandon's mind. "You are moving to that fully free pleasure world."

Brandon was laying on his belly, fully stretched on the couch, totally relaxed, a sensuous smile on his face and a bit of drool. He had raised his hips a bit and was slowing rubbing his basket against the leather of the couch.

Milton smiled, stood up from his chair, and moved around the room, turning off lights. He went to the windows and closed the blinds. It was almost pitch black in the room. He stripped off his trousers and briefs and then returned to the couch and pulled Brandon's trousers off his legs.

He stood there beside the couch, working up his cock. Brandon turned his head toward him and sighed, and Milton slipped the cock between the young man's lips.

Ten minutes later he was straddling Brandon's pelvis with his knees, riding his ass, while Brandon gripped the legs of the couch and moaned and pumped his pelvis back onto the doctor's cock. Fifteen minutes later, the doctor let out a little grunt and came. He rose off Brandon, let Brandon clean his cock with his mouth. Then he pulled his briefs and trousers back on and went to the door to the waiting room.

The same man who had been there the previous day and who had since heard—if not really paid attention to—an art movie in a nearby movie house came in, handed the doctor a tidy sum of money.

He removed and carefully folded his business suit and laid it on a chair. He walked over to the couch and reached for Brandon's ankles and turned the young man on his back. Brandon looked up at him—in the darkness—with a dreamy smile and hooded eyes of already being satiated, but ready for more.

The man was already hard, having let his mind go over this scene all the time he was in the waiting room and listening to Dr. Milton's grunts and groans and Brandon's little cries of the taking.

He spread-eagled Brandon's legs and thrust inside him. Brandon arched his back, clawed at the leather of the sofa, and moaned his new acceptance—his embracing—of the dark.



Into the Dark: A Fairy Tale



This is an attempt to write an erotic story that conforms to the conventions of traditional fairy tales. It contains explicit scenes and language.

Once upon a time there lived in a quiet town a simple girl, the prettiest creature who was ever seen. Her parents were exceedingly fond of her, and they spoiled her with everything her heart desired. However, they worried for her innocence and kept her home to protect her from the dangers of the world. When she asked her parents what the world outside their cozy home held, their answer was always the same: hunger and need and darkness.

As the girl grew older and the bloom of womanhood descended on her, she began to grow restless. Alone in the daytime, she would gaze longingly at the narrow shafts of light that descended from the high windows of their house. Alone in the night, she would listen to the nightingales' songs that echoed against the mortar walls. Her curiosity grew and grew, and she doubted her parents' warnings. Yet day after day, she stayed enclosed; night after night, she slept in the only bed she'd ever known.

One morning, as she occupied herself at home, she lost herself in daydream. In her imagination, she wandered through strange unfamiliar landscapes of colors and shapes. A sharp knock on the door woke her from her dream. She sat frozen in place, turning her eyes to the shadowy rectangle of the door. She was not used to visitors, but as she looked, the faint light streaming through the cracks in the wood beckoned to her, and she rose to cross the room.

She tentatively pulled the door open. The hinges creaked, and the sunlight poured into the dark house, outlining the figure standing outside. The girl peered into the bright light, straining to make out the visitor's features, but she could only see the vague outline of a bent, old crone.

The visitor spoke in a voice clearer and more youthful than the girl expected:

"How pretty you are! I could just eat you right up. Come out into the sunlight so I can see you."

The girl shook her head and pulled back into the shadow of the doorway, mindful of her parents.

"Come, come now," the guest continued, "I need to see such a pretty young thing!"

The girl hesitated a moment, her weight leaning forward, tempted to step out into the warmth she felt outside.

"Go on," the visitor said in her clear voice. "Step out of the darkness and into the light."

The girl's curiosity swelled in her breast, and she stepped boldly outdoors for the first time. As soon as she was surrounded by the light, she could see the visitor more clearly. Instead of the crone she thought she'd seen, she beheld a woman in the prime of life, the lines of her full curves sensuous and enticing. The guest looked into the girl's face with a twinkle in her eyes and spoke once more.

"You chose wisely, girl. Now I will give you a great gift, though it will torment you." She grew silent, and her body swayed forward and back, as if she felt the rhythm of the world around her. When she spoke again, it was in a low sing-song:

Nightly, the burning ache will drive you out.Passion consuming you, quench your long drought!Hunger and need truly make all things right,Into the dark and discover the light.

She spoke no further word but simply gave the girl an enigmatic smile, turned, and disappeared down the quiet street on which the house stood. The girl stood mesmerized for a moment, then glanced around in a panic and rushed back into the house, slamming the door behind her. 

She felt no different, yet a sense of dread and anticipation came over her as she went about the rest of her daily chores. When her parents returned home in the evening, she made no mention of what had happened that day. She simply went about her business and withdrew to the quiet of her bed. 

As she lay alone, she tossed and turned restlessly, her body uncomfortably warm. She stared up into the rafters and felt a creeping ache in the pit of her belly. She had eaten her regular dinner, there was no reason for her to feel hungry, yet she wanted ... something. The curious sensation only grew in the darkness, and her breathing became more labored as the air seemed to thicken around her. She tossed aside her bedclothes, but still an uncomfortable burning radiated through her body.

After what felt like hours of growing discomfort, she rose from her bed and tiptoed quietly down to the door, guided by an invisible hand. She paused with a finger on the latch, still unsure of herself, but a sudden surge of the burning in her belly made her mind up, and she swung the door open and stepped out into the cool of the night.

The flickering yellow flames of the street lamps cast an intricate pattern of light and shadow across the narrow street, and the town was full of sights she had never seen, but she hardly noticed any of them. She crept down the lane, drawn forward by her newfound hunger. She paused at the bend of the road, listening to the muted roar of sound coming from the inn across the way. She pressed her body against the wall, concealing herself in the shadows to wait for she knew not what. 

The door of the inn opened, and the blazing hearth illuminated the street for a moment as a townsman stepped into the street, his gait relaxed and a little unsteady. At the sight of him, the girl felt a throbbing deep inside her, and she crossed the street without hesitation. She closed the distance to the townsman in a few short seconds and took him by the hand, dragging him around the corner of the inn and into the alley. 

She leaned into his body, mashing herself against him, letting him feel her body through her light nightdress. Her hips moved unconsciously, grinding against his strong thigh. She pressed her lips to his ear and half whispered, half groaned: "I'm hungry." His eyes widened but he made no response. Guided by instincts she didn't know she had, she slowly lowered herself, dragging her breasts down his body. She dropped down to her knees on the cool cobblestones and looked up at him wide-eyed as her hands fumbled with his belt.

Her pert, youthful tits shifted freely under the light fabric of her gown, her nipples stiffening from the cool air and the excitement of new desire. She let out a desperate groan as the townsman's rod sprang free, and she took the semi-hard shaft into her mouth without hesitation. She began a mad, passionate rush to swallow as much of him as she could, driving him to the back of her throat over and over as his flesh stiffened and grew between her lips. Obscene sounds rose into the air as she gagged and wretched around his cock, eager to satisfy the hunger that burned in her belly.

The townsman leaned back into the side wall of the inn, his mind clouded by the night of drinking and the enthusiasm of the young woman. His fingers ran through her hair and guided her relentless efforts. She impaled her mouth on his dick over and over, and her bright eyes looked up into his face with an expression of otherworldly joy. She knew only that she was hungry for what he could give her; she would not pause until she'd earned it.

She could feel his fuckflesh growing more and more rigid, throbbing with the pressure and pleasure of her mouth, and she knew from the quivering of his hips that the release was close. She redoubled her efforts, gripping his shaft in her hand and stroking him in time with the motion of her lips up and down his length. Her tongue flicked teasingly across the head of his cock at the end of each stroke, and she took his heavy balls into her free hand, working them gently.

She looked up with pleasure as the townsman tilted his head back into the cool stone and his eyes rolled back into his head. She felt the first violent shudders of his cock between her lips and swallowed eagerly as thick cum burst across her tongue. She buried more of his length down her throat, milking every last drop of spunk from his shaft. She continued to work his cock in and out slowly with a smile spreading on her face, the burning in her belly temporarily cooled.

With a last lingering lick along the length of his cock, she stood suddenly and turned out of the alley. Instead of returning to her house, she felt a continued pull in the other direction, and she set out onto the country road, the street lamps and town buildings fading into the distance behind her.

She walked toward a lantern that hung on a cabin near the treeline, driven forward by a need to experience more of the pleasure she'd just tasted. She followed the slow curves of the path, her desire growing like the brightness of the lamp that drew her closer and closer into its orbit. As she neared it, she heard the regular sounds of someone chopping wood, and she eventually made out the outline of a broad man with his back to her. He swung his axe powerfully, splitting the log along the grain, and he paused to stack the firewood beside his cabin.

She drew up behind him silently as he worked and ran her hands along his strong shoulders and down his arms. He flinched slightly and turned just enough to see her fine fingers caressing his dirty forearm. She pressed her body to his back, her breasts nestling against the firm muscle and sinew.

"I need more," she said in a voice that cut through the still night air. He exhaled at the gentleness of her touch, the warmth of her body, the desire of her voice. She felt the silent assent of his body and let out a moan of anticipation. The responsive surge of heat in her belly drove her forward into the light of the lantern. She turned to face the woodsman and leaned against the stacked wood. She slowly pulled her nightdress up her thighs, gathering the cloth around her waist and revealing the downy tuft of hair that concealed her thoroughly overheated cunt.

The woodsman let out a growl and stepped into the gap between her knees, parting her thighs and pushing her back onto the woodstack. He reached eagerly down to his trousers, loosing his swelling dick and gripping it by its base. He panted with his own need and dragged the head of his heavy cock along her slit, coating it with the slick juices of her pussy. She gasped at each teasing touch and thrust her hips up at him, desperate to feel him entering her.

He looked into her needy eyes and bared his teeth in an almost vicious smile before pushing between her swollen pussy lips. The thick head of his cock disappeared as her flesh swallowed him, clinging to his shaft as he buried more and more of his length within her. She let out a low groan, as if the invasion of his cock had forced the air from her belly. He paused momentarily when he reached the barrier of her virginity then thrust his shaft forward until every inch lay hidden within her. He exhaled deeply and savored the sensation of overwhelming wet heat that cradled him.

When he could take the moment no longer, he began to fuck her mercilessly, his strokes long, deep, and steady. Every time he withdrew, he seemed nearly to pull free of the grip of her needy cunt, only to drive his full length back into her depths. Her body rocked with each violent thrust, and the roughness of the woodstack scratched her back through her thin shift. Each powerful drive of his hips forced another animal moan from her throat, and she squealed with the pleasure building deep within her.

She opened her thighs wide, inviting each thrust of his throbbing dick, the juices of her cunt flowing down into the crack of her ass as she yielded to her first fucking. She could feel his balls swinging back and forth, smacking against her ass. She could feel the wetness of her pussy splattering against the skin of her thighs with each aggressive stroke. She felt her need cresting as she approached her own release. Her voice was temporarily silenced by the intensity of her pleasure, and she shuddered and convulsed around his invading cock.

His passion didn't allow the assault to last much longer. She could feel his pace quickening, his desperation growing as he pushed himself closer to his climax. She still quivered beneath him with the aftershocks of her ecstasy when he groaned in the grip of his. He emptied his balls of their load, filling her pulsing cunt with his thick seed. She smiled at the sensation, savoring the press of his weight on top of her.

After a few exhausted, breathy minutes, the woodsman pulled himself off of her and straightened his clothing. He looked down at the young woman sprawled across the woodstack and gave her an awkward smile. She returned it enthusiastically and stood quickly. Her nightdress fell carelessly back in place, and she turned her back on the woodsman as quickly as she had come upon him, walking into the thick of the forest.

She wandered into the thick underbrush, pushing her way through bushes, guided by the lingering desire deep within her. She crashed through low branches and brambles that tore her gown to shreds, leaving bright scratches on her youthful skin. Deeper and deeper into the woods she traveled, drawn by something she could feel but not see or hear.

At the deepest and darkest part of the forest, she halted. Moving in the darkness, she saw the irregular outline of a wildman, unkempt and clothed in ragged furs. She stepped up to him, her gown hanging loosely and indecently off of her.

"Show me the darkness," she pleaded, hardly knowing what she was asking for.

He answered her with an animal rumble in his chest, closing the distance to her body and taking her wrists forcefully in his hands. He spun her around and threw her to the forest floor, her bare hands and knees pressing into damp moss and dry twigs. Instinctively, she lowered her head and arched her back, presenting her rump to him. Her nightdress hardly concealed any of her, modesty entirely lost in the darkness. 

The wildman let out an approving grunt at the display of her fuckholes and knelt behind her body, giving her haunches a loud smack before raising his furs and revealing his monstrous cock. He pressed the already rigid staff between her thighs, letting her puffy, swollen cunt lips cradle his length as he slid it back and forth across her throbbing clit. Her flowing pussy coated him in her slick juices, and he nestled the already rigid staff between her asscheeks. He worked it forward and back, grinding the girl's hips back against him.

She let herself be manhandled, giving way to her darkest, most depraved desires, letting him treat her like flesh to be fucked and nothing more. She could feel his rock-hard dick teasing up and down the crack of her ass, smearing her cunt cream across her puckered back door. She gasped when she felt the thick mushroom head of his cock pressing at her tight opening, but she relaxed and pushed back against him, letting out an ecstatic howl of lust.

He joined her in the animal call and forced the tip of his cock past her ring, spitting down onto his shaft to add to the lubrication of her cunt juices. He pushed into her slowly and insistently, undeterred by the resistance of yet another virgin hole. He worked inch after inch of his thick shaft into her forbidden hole, burying himself deep within her until he could fit no more. He dug his fingers into her hips, bruising her flesh with the strength of his grip as he began a steady rhythm, driving his wild fuckstick into her bowels. She mewled and moaned beneath him, matching his rhythm with the motion of her own body.

Over and over again, he plunged his cock into the depth and heat of her asshole. Over and over again, she cried out in unfiltered ecstasy. The darkness that swallowed them seemed to magnify every other sense. The sounds of their cries deafened her. The scent of musky lust filled her nostrils. The pleasure made her body quake.

Once again, she felt the tension building in her body, this time earthier, more primal, more unrestrained. She could feel the wildman taking her willing hole, giving way to his own desires, and it was almost as if his pleasure joined her own to intensify it. She knew he was about to fill her with his cum, her third load of the night, and she wanted it more than she had ever wanted anything. She drove her hips violently back against him, adding to the force of each of his thrusts. She could feel her own body losing control. Finally, she felt the first throb and spurt of his shaft deep in her ass, and her climax crashed over her, overwhelming her with blinding light as she became nothing but pleasure. She collapsed to the forest floor and lost consciousness.

She woke later, the moon now high in the sky and shining light down between the trees of the wood. The wildman was no longer, but her body bore the evidence of their encounter. She rose, cast her gown aside and left it on the wild ground. She began to walk out of the forest. She found her way to the treeline then across the fields surrounding her village. She walked nude under the cool, soft light of the moon and she felt at peace. She returned to her house and slipped quietly back to her bed.

As she dozed off to sleep, she knew this was the first of many such nights, and she recited the visitor's rhyme to herself:

Nightly, the burning ache will drive you out.Passion consuming you, quench your long drought!Hunger and need truly make all things right,Into the dark and discover the light.



Into the Darkness



Humming, 'La Vida Loco' to myself, I finished drying the last of the dishes. I was eager to be done. 

You'd disappeared after dinner, telling me to clean up, I wanted to be near you again. Wiping my hands off with the dishtowel, I folded it meticulously and hung it over sink to dry. Turning away from the sink, I ran humph, into your chest. Immediately the humming stopped, my eyes dropping to the floor, a flare of heat rising to the tops of my ears. Damn I hate blushing.

"Sir, I'm sorry Sir, I didn't know you were behind me" I swallowed, more from surprise than any sense of alarm. I was starting to adjust to your quietness, eyes roving over your bare feet. Who'd have thought men's feet could be so attractive? 

I grinned at the random thought. "Perhaps it was just his feet I was so particularly enamored of."

Suddenly my thoughts went spastic. Inhaling sharply, I fought not to look up at you as your fingers closed quickly around my throat. Leaning into the tightening grip, I relaxed completely, pressing into your hand further in acceptance. My heart rate doubles, with a staccato burst of adrenaline. Shifting my gaze upwards slightly, I follow the line of your arm to your shoulder, not daring to look any higher. 

Still, you said nothing. Instantly my mind kicked into guilt drive. What had I done wrong? You weren't speaking. Had I burned dinner, was something not to your liking? 

You'd been so relaxed as you ate, often making small comments to me as I served you. Even while you were relaxing afterwards, pushed back from the table, you had spoken about random things while I'd been curled up against your leg. You'd run your fingers through my hair quietly, tugging gently every so often.

Your grip tightened, almost a pulsing feeling against my throat. It was thoughtless, as if you couldn't help but squeeze, testing the limits of my neck with your fingers. I held my breath as you released your grip, holding myself completely still as you shifted out of my sight, fingers trailing along the column of my neck until you were behind me. Ducking my chin down, I moved forward instantly as you pushed, guiding me out of the kitchen. A sense of dread filled me. You hadn't been this non talkative since I arrived. I knew in my gut I was in trouble, but for the life of my scrambling brain, I couldn't figure out what I'd done wrong.

I did a quick shuffling gait beside you, bending as your hand lowered, pulling me to your hip. You lead me across the living into the dimly lit hallway. You halted me suddenly, turning my body with your hip and pushing me quickly forward into what I knew to be the hall bathroom. Your touch removed, I came to a stop, just as the door closed, all light diminished into utter darkness. I started to turn, hand lifting automatically to switch on the light. Your hand hit my arm, knocking it aside. I froze, tensing as I realized you were in the room with me. I hate the dark, especially the total absence of light. My hands clenched into fists, pressing against my sides as I strained to make my eyes focus. 'I won't panic' ringing steadily in my head, my newest mantra of the moment. 

Shivers crawling up my spine, I nearly jumped out of my skin as your hands suddenly gripped my arms. You rubbed your hands lightly against my skin calming me with that contact; instinctively I swayed backwards, seeking the comfort of your body. You again used your touch to shift me, turning me and pressing me against the wall, nudging my arms upwards above my head. 

You insert your thigh between my legs, your foot kicking between my ankles, spreading them to your liking. I inhaled deeply past the clutching unease in my stomach, taking your scent in, using it as a focus for my whirling thoughts and rollercoaster emotions. 

A low whimper escapes my throat as I feel your body press against mine, your breath wafting warmly against my neck a second before your tongue follows, trailing down along the jugular, pressing and delving into my flesh.

You shift against me, leaning away from my chest as your mouth moves lower, nudging my shirt collar aside impatiently. Your mouth is so hot against my skin, your tongue lathing, teeth lightly scraping down towards my breasts. I gasp suddenly as your teeth nip and settle hard into my tender flesh, grinding together, causing me to jerk up suddenly on my toes, hands beating back against the wall behind me. The release of your teeth is quickly followed by the gentle drag of your tongue across the abraded mark melting me. My knees weaken as I settle back onto my heels, only to surge upwards again as you turn your head, giving my other breast the same quick harsh treatment. You move again, quickly, your body driving me into the wall, lips finding mine in a hard, demanding kiss. I can do nothing but yield, opening as wide as I can in acceptance. 

You remove your body, your mouth still raping mine savagely, stealing my breath away. Sharpness bites into my sternum, the light cool line and pressing point causing me to inhale suddenly. You have a knife. Tracing faint designs against my flesh, you shift away again. A quick twist of your wrist and the blade turns over, cutting through the material of my shirt like warm butter. I freeze, trying hard to contain the quivering breaths while that blade moves lower, releasing the front of my shirt to hang from my shoulders. I sucked in my stomach, rolling my body with the lowering skim of the blade, feeling it drag across my skin, sometimes flat, sometimes point first. A soft whimper fills the darkness, enhanced by the random panting sounds issuing forth from my suddenly dry lips. 

I strain my eyes, trying so hard to focus on your face. You're so close, I can feel the warmth radiating from your body, but I can't see you. My distress grows; I need to see your face, your eyes, and your emotions. The back of your hand brushes the inside of my breast, quickly followed by the steel. You push the blade in, breaking the skin lightly and drawing it sideways across the bite mark towards my nipple. Arching my back in offering, my whimpers become more frantic. I can feel the faintest trickle of blood trailing from the cut. It burns, yet feels so right.

I curl my fingers into my palms, nails pressing deeply into the skin in the effort to not move away from you. Straining towards you in yearning, while at the same time wanting so badly to pull away. I gasp, trying to catch my breath and ease my frantic thoughts, shaking my head back and forth against the wall in an attempt to fight the darkness closing in around me. The knife tip pauses on my nipple, my body trembling beneath it. Suddenly you push it inwards, point first, pressing fully on my nipple. My teeth bite down on my lower lip, desperate to remain quiescent to your wishes, my heart sounding loudly in my own ears.

It's gone, the suddenness startling me. You shift again, your hand cupping the back of my head, fingers threading into my hair and closing tightly, fisting it. You pull, drawing me forward. I lower my hands, reaching for you unthinkingly. You twist your hand, forcing me to turn around and face the wall. You press forward, driving me once more into the wall, my hands rising yet again of their own accord to break the pressure and momentum. I can feel you grind against me, the length of your thighs, your erection against my ass, causing my hips to instinctively push back against you. 

"That's it slut, you like this don't you?" You murmured in my ear.

I can do no more than mewl out a response as your hand slides from the grip in my hair to my throat, stroking it gently. You growl softly, pressing your lips to my ear as your arm locks all the way around my throat, drawing me upright onto my toes as you straighten, forcing me to lean back on you for support.

"Don't move your hands bitch. Keep them on the wall."

My nails scrabble at the wall, pressing desperately against it at your command. I can feel the knife again, dragging and scraping all over my abdomen, across my breasts and lower to my stomach, causing me to suck it in as tight as I can. I work my head up and down, pushing deeper into the crook of your arm. My breath ceases momentarily against the increased pressure as you flex your arm. My mind shifts back and forth between the hold on my neck, the body's need to gulp air, and the trailing knife moving ever lower. It slices through the waistband of the jeans I'm wearing, the ripping sound almost shrill in my ears. Small jarring movements along the seam and it starts to part, opening up around my hips, the tip occasionally sharply poking into my flesh in various spots.

You remove the chokehold, instead swinging your arm behind my neck and forcing me face first into the wall again, holding me there with your forearm. The knife makes another ripping cut down the back, shredding the jeans from around my hips easily. A stinging feeling laces down over one hip. I suck in a lungful of air against the sudden sensation, knowing you drew blood yet again. 

Your whole body vibrates with an intenseness that transfers itself to my blood, causing my heart to race even more. Your hand slides down my back, pressing against the swell of my hip, steadying me. I feel the tugging, as you pull down sharply, the cloth ripping from me slowly in harsh jerks. My head turns of it's own accord, eyes wide as I try to distinguish the darker shape of you against the blackness, my eyes adjusting minutely.

" Step out" You breath, letting me hear the rising excitement in your voice. You crouch down by my feet as they lift one at a time so you can remove the ruined material.

I settle my feet back to the floor as the jeans are tossed away from me to fall with a soft thud onto the floor somewhere behind us. 

My breathing starts to regulate, the tenseness slowly filtering from my body as I focus on your movements behind me. I lean my forehead to the wall, closing my eyes with the brief respite. My thoughts begin to form, leaping from one plausible scenario to another. Cool air moves up my heated body as the air conditioner kicks on. My legs barely support me, I want nothing more than to sink to the ground and prostrate myself before you. The deep yearning inside me is to go low before you, to show you my submissive yielding to your Alpha presence, to beg you to take me.

A bright flare forms beyond my eyelids, causing my head to jerk up as my eyes flare open. The bright light flickers on and off several times, forcing bright dots as my pupils attempt to narrow against the sudden light. My body rears back from the wall of its own accord.

"Stay" you, bark, jerking me forward again with the simple command, my nails digging into the wall for purchase.

Before my eyes can fully adjust to the light, you turn it off again. Once more I'm completely blinded by the utter black. I sigh as your hands roam over my hips and upwards to my lower back. Suddenly I'm jerked backwards as you grab my t-shirt, ripping it from my body, yanking my arms downwards with the pull. Free of the shirt I immediately put my hands back onto the wall. Pressing my head to it even as my hips shift backwards, needing contact with you. I can hear you breathing, your scent heightened with your exertion surrounds me, soothing, exciting. Your scent mingles with my own smell of arousal painfully obvious to me now that I'm stripped bare before you. Registering that in my mind, I become aware of exactly how damp I am, the moistness trailing down my thighs. 

A loud crack, then a steady buzzing alerts me to your presence again. I half smiled, and then swallowed, recognizing the sound of a Violet Wand. My hips start swaying side to side of their own accord, the rhythm helping to steady my whirling mind. 

A sharp yelp escapes as I feel the first shock right in the middle of my back. The sensation crawls along my skin in fitful starts and stops. A random touch here, a soft stroke there, the constantly changing locals never giving my body a chance to become used to the sensation. I twitch, shifting from side to side to escape the sharp needle like prickles as you toy with my lower back, up to my shoulders and down the sensitive backs of my raised arms. I swallow back several giggles, squealing as you hit my arms. 

Your arm snapped around my neck, squeezing off my air supply. Your voice rasping in my ear, " You find this funny girl? You think I'm doing this for your amusement?" 

I cringed, struggling to shake my head against your grip, a sob welling up in my throat at the tone of your voice. My whole body trembled and it had little to do with anything other than the simple sound of your voice. My hand moves, stroking gently along your arm, not in an attempt to stop the chokehold, as much as to sooth what I feel rampaging through you. I let my weight drop into your hold, batting back the onslaught of tears filming my eyes. Your voice continued in my ear, alternately growling and hissing in what my mind portrays as disappointment.

" Did I tell you to move your hands, slut? You think you can simply disobey me and I won't do anything about it?" Your arm tightened once more on my throat, jerking upwards slightly on my toes.

"Didn't I tell you if you ever gave me any hesitation I'd put you on that plane right back to where you came from?" 

Panic hits me, slamming both my hands against the wall as my body goes rigid with fear. I babble, trying desperately to talk past the choking hold. Twisting my body against yours helplessly. In my struggles I feel you shift to the side, a sharp stinging slap welts against my ass, startling me into a frozen state for a moment, eyes widening against the dark.

More slaps follow, rocking each side of my ass with a burst of pain, then an overwhelming heat that continues to spread. Your arm eases, allowing me to swallow a large gulp of air along with a distressed sob. My body shakes with the repeated slaps raining down on my ass and upper thighs, the warmth quickly turning into searing heat. I feel my hips starting to rock back into your hand, seeking the contact and the heat. Your strikes lower, working the backs of my thighs, my feet spreading of their own accord, my lower back arching to give you all the access you need.

I can feel the breath starting to rattle in my throat, causing me to hiccup to get in enough air. Your arm loosens, sliding your hand to my shoulder instead, once more steadying me against the wall. The feel of your hand cupping the heated part of my ass delights me, your fingers digging in slightly, nails scoring across the blood fused skin.

" Put your hands back on the wall, girl" You rasp, pushing against my shoulder.

"Don't make me repeat myself again, you won't like it."

Sliding my hands up the wall, I find purchase with a towel bar, grabbing it quickly for security. I needed something, anything to hold on to. You withdraw from me, leaving me to drift in the darkness, still struggling for breath, to settle my racing mind. I hear the click and rattle of the violet wand starting again, bracing myself for the electrical shocks. A high pitched whine slips from pressed teeth, my body arching inwards at the first touch of the knife to my ass cheek, the static shock from the wand forging through it. I hissed, the feeling much like a scalpel slicing through my flesh, such an intense feeling it's almost more than I can bear. You work the blade along the tender, stinging flesh with such precision; it almost feels like your drawing a design. I sink into the sensations, focusing on nothing but the way my body burns, twitching and wiggling away from, and into the moves of the knife. Slow hiccupping sobs echo into the stillness as the knife skims lower, tracking along the insides of my thighs. My muscles bunch and flex against the sensation, my body tightening and rising to slide along the wall until I'm straining on the tips of my toes, seeking escape. It's too much; I jerk my leg upwards, away from the knife blade, squirming against the wall. You merely switch to my other leg, causing me to dance from side to side in anguish.

The knife moves just as your hand cracks against my thighs, jarring me forward. You start slapping both of my thighs, inside and backs repeatedly. My legs flex and shift, dancing for you, the stinging driving me insane. Just before I explode you rise, moving the slaps upwards to my ass, then further up to my shoulders, working my back over, falling into a rhythm. I sink back down, rounding my shoulders to expose more, my head dropping down to press against the wall. Each touch of your hand, each brush of your legs against mine, your hips, sends a spark of flame to my skin, enhancing the feel of your slaps, sharpening them.

The continual up and down, from neck to thighs sends me into overload, my knees finally buckling, sliding me down towards the floor, head hanging down in acceptance. Shudders wrack my body, chest expanding with the effort to suck in enough air. Tears track freely down my cheeks; I can taste the salt from them on my lips. I barely register the sudden silence, the wand being turned off.

You cup my neck, pulling me back towards your knees, whispering softly "release the bar." I fold my legs to kneel, pressing backwards against your legs, tipping my head back to brush my cheek against your forearm. Your hand slides down my neck, a stroke of your thumb along my jaw line. I arch my back, pressing upwards toward you as your hand drops; fingers trailing over sweat dampened skin. Your palm settles right at my collarbone, as if to hold me still. I can feel the minute shifts of your body against my back, and then I see a very dull flash, blinking in surprise, realizing that I can see somewhat against the darkness. The knife.

My eyes close, pressing back against your leg, coming up on my knees in acquiescence, soft strained sounds filter through my exhalations. I moisten my lips as the knife touched my neck, pressing against the rapid beat of my pulse point. Eyes opening, I looked up at your face, unable to distinguish features, merely your form as you curl over me, supporting my body with yours. The blade skims over my chest, leaving trails of silvery coolness over my skin. Occasional sharp pain causes me to inhale, falling into the languid sensations, letting them sweep over me. 

I close my eyes again, accepting completely whatever you want to use my body for. My hands move to my back, wrapping around your ankles easily, getting as close to you as I can. The warmth and heat in my back and ass fade to a pleasant pulsing ache. Surpassed only by the throbbing at the juncture of my thighs. I squirm, shifting from side to side slowly in a haze of need for your continued touch. The feel of the knife fades away; all I can feel is you, enveloping my body with your heat.

You lean down, pressing a nipping kiss to the corner of my lips, drawing my head upwards towards yours in need. Whimpering unknowingly I seek your mouth, fusing our lips together in a deep consuming kiss, my fingers tightening around your legs. My knees widen instinctively as your hand slides lower, brushing across my inner thighs, teasing me. Bowing my back away from your legs I strain upwards towards you. Your tongue works magic in my mouth, searching, taking. You swallow my low moan, your fingers stroking my slickness, dragging up the insides of my legs, and gathering the moisture there. 

Pulling away as I whine in distress, you replace your mouth with your fingers. My lips close over them hungrily, tongue swirling around your finger tips as my lips tighten, drawing them deeper into my mouth. Your chuckle of amusement thrills me, heightens my need even more. My mouth works steadily, lathing your fingers with my tongue and lips, cleaning them of my own fluids. 

You pull your fingers free, leaving me to run my tongue over my lips in an attempt to gather any taste I might have missed. Your hand returns, finger once more offered to my parting lips. I swirl my tongue along your finger gently at first, growling when I realize it's you I taste now, and not myself. I tilt my head back further, sliding my lips over your finger to the knuckle, sucking as I curl my tongue around the digit. You pull your fingers to the side, my mouth following, refusing to give them up. 




Into the Darkness



It is a sad story, but one that happens all too often. I just never thought it would happen to me. I looked down at the casket. The sting of tears burned my cheeks as I tossed the rose in. I expected to see it float gently down. It landed with a thump. There is no magic in death, only death.

I looked over at Karen, my daughter's grandmother. She returned my gaze, stone faced. Once again I wondered if there was a human being behind that emotionless mask.

I looked around at those who had come. Most of them I recognized only vaguely, Julie's friends from school. Notably missing were her boyfriend, and her best friend. Their funerals had been yesterday. There were tears, and lost looks. Julie's band director and the school principal stood side by side near the minister. They both looked haggard. The toll of this disaster would run high.

I doubted anyone in the school was untouched, hell I doubted anyone in the town was untouched. Things like this just didn't happen, not in Greensboro anyway.

I looked down at the lever that would lower Julie into the ground. It was right in front of me. The minister nodded. I knew what I was supposed to do, but I couldn't. My hands wouldn't move. 

I watched as the minister stepped up beside me and slowly lowered her into the ground. At the last moment I peeled the wedding ring from my hand. The one her mother had placed there nineteen years ago. The one I had worn even after the divorce four years ago. I looked around one last time, hoping to see Donna rushing up. She wasn't there. Not for Julie's sweet sixteen, not for her graduation, not even now. 

I had forgiven her for it all, at Julie's request, but not this. Julie would forgive her, I was sure, but not me, there was no forgiveness left inside of me.

I dropped the ring. It struck the casket and rolled, circling around to a stop directly over Julie's heart. "Let Donna seek forgiveness here." I whispered, "From me she would find none. Not any more."

I knew I should wait and greet those who had come, but it wasn't in me. My heart and soul and all I cared for in this world lay at the bottom of that hole. Nothing and nobody mattered anymore. I turned and walked away into my own sort of darkness.

I got into my car and drove away. I thought about going to a bar. Drowning my sorrow in the bottle but that meant dealing with people, people who new what had happened and would want to offer their sympathy. That I couldn't take. I just wanted to get stupid drunk and forget, at least for a little while.

The house was dark. The spot where Julie's car should have been sat empty, the sign on the garage read "Julie's Space". I stared at it blankly. Karen's car was in the drive. I wondered how she had beat me home, then I remembered she rode with me. "I'm sure someone will give her a ride." I thought, as I walked into the house. 

I went straight to the basement, to my office. My little get away. I had built it to get away from Julie and her friends when they played that new age music. I longed to hear that music now. I walked inside and closed the door. 

Straight across the room I walked, not bothering to turn on the lights. I knew this room. I grabbed the bottle of Black Velvet off the shelf, considered a glass but decided against it. I slid down to the floor, opening the bottle as I did. 

"Get drunk, yeah get drunk and the pain will go away" my mind screamed. I knew better but I took a long swig from the bottle anyway. And another. I searched for answers in the bottom of that bottle, but there were none, not even there.

I heard a voice in the darkness. My head ached terribly. I wondered how long I had been laying there. The bottle in my hand felt empty, but I wasn't sure. I lifted it to my lips. A few drops were all that was left. A faint light showed from the doorway, as I heard the voice again.

"Paul, Paul are you in here?"

A figure was standing next to me. I knew the voice, and the fragrance, like springtime. I looked upward. God my head hurt. "Donna, is that you? Donna, you're too late." 

I felt the tears begin again as the figure knelt beside me. I felt her pull me to her breast. "It's gonna be alright." She said.

Her gentle fingers stroke my hair as she held me tight. "Why Donna, why weren't you here?" I cried, and again that voice, soothing and filled with love.

"It's going to be alright. Just rest now."

"You should have been here." I continued. "I told you I forgave you. I told you it didn't matter. The lies, the affairs, none of it mattered. You should have been here."

I felt her stiffen for a second then she pulled me even tighter to her. Again her soothing words, and her smell. I could feel her breasts crushed against me.

I felt a feeling I hadn't felt in a long time. My hand moved upward to cup the underside of her breast. I slid my thumb along its fullness toward the nipple. I could hear her breath quicken as I made contact. 

Love, and anger, hurt and desire, my mind was a jumble of emotions. I felt it spinning out of control and I latched onto the first one I could. Desire.

I turned my face into her, as my hands worked at the buttons of her blouse. Her breathing became more erratic and little gasps escaped her lips. In my drunken darkness all I knew was the need that burned within me. 

My passion built as I peeled her blouse open, revealing two smooth breast encased in a lace bra. Her blouse pushed out of the way, I reached behind her and unhooked the bra, releasing those magnificent globes for me desire. I licked first one then the other, as more gasps of pleasure resounded in the dark.

I looked up into the face of my angel and I froze. There, holding me tight to her breast in the dark was Karen. I started to pull away, but she pulled me back to her.

"It's alright Paul." she said again. "It's alright."

She guided my mouth to her breast and I took it in, my body taking over. 

"Yes!" she moaned, "Ohhhh yesss!"

I felt her hand undoing my pants, reaching in and grasping my swollen cock. She began to slowly stroke me. Her hand, soft, gentle, but determined.

"Ohhh! Yess!" she moaned as she pushed my head downward toward her groin. 

I reached out with my hand and undid her slacks. She arched upwards as I eased her slacks down. There was an urgency to her movements, an unmistakable need. A need I wanted to fill. She slide downward making her way toward my pulsing cock, at the same time sliding on top of me positioning her cunt directly over my face.

With a will of its own, my tongue snaked out, searching for her moistness. Her smell driving me beyond reason as she thrust downward, smothering me. 

A moment later I felt my cock engulfed in what felt lick liquid fire as she swallowed me whole. I couldn't believe that this stone faced woman was deep throating my cock and at the same time fucking my face.

There was an intenseness to her movements as she guided my cock in and out of her hungry mouth. At the same time she ground her cunt into my face so hard, it felt like I was suffocating. I didn't care, breathing could wait. What I needed right now was release. Again she slid my cock down her throat, this time coming back up slowly while sucking with incredible force. 

I felt my balls tighten as she repeated her movement. The third time she did it she brought her mouth all the way to the tip, then began to swirl her tongue around the head. It was pleasure bordering on pain as she sucked on my cock for all she was worth. It felt like she was sucking my insides out through my dick.

I tried holding back, but I knew it was useless as she wrapped her hands around the base of my cock while keeping her mouth latched to the head. I felt my balls tighten as the avalanche of my orgasm overtook me. With an upward thrust I pierced her throat as I erupted, my jism spewing forth into her hungry mouth.

She kept on sucking until the last spasm rocked through me. At the same time she ground her cunt into me with even more urgency. I could sense her climax building as her juices began flowing freely. 

Suddenly she sat bolt upright, grinding her cunt into my face, her back arched. My nose was pressed against her asshole ass she shook uncontrollably. 

"Ohhh God, yesss!" she screamed as wave after wave of her juices flooded me. It felt like I was drowning in a river of her juices. "Yes, Paul. Eat my cunt. Yessss!"

She kept grinding her cunt into me until I had to push her aside, gasping for air. 

"Oh my god!" she said, "Please Paul, take me now. Shove that gorgeous cock of yours into me. I need to feel it."

I wasn't sure that I could get another erection so quickly, but she wasn't taking no for an answer. She climbed on top of me and grabbed my semi-erect cock and began rubbing it against herself. I reached up and grabbed her breasts, kneading them. 

I felt my cock start to respond to Karen's manipulation. Not that it mattered. At this point I think she would have fucked me even if I stayed soft.

"Yesss, slide it in. Shove that wonderful cock into me." she cried out.

"Oh, ohhhh. Yes, I need it, I need you to fuck me. Please, please fuck me." her voice began to shake as she began riding me. Her tits shook in my hands as she pounded her pelvis into mine. There was no gentleness, no restraint, just pure raw lust. 

Her hands were pressing against my chest as she rode me. I tried to grab her hips, tried to control the pace but she would not have it. She bucked wildly, totally out of control. I felt her cunt begin to spasm, felt the juices begin to splash yet she seemed to only go faster. 

"Ohhh god, ohhhh god, ohhhh, ohhhh ohhhh YES!" she screamed, so loud I bet the neighbors could hear it. 

She drove down hard onto me, grinding her hips against me, forcing my cock as deep as it would go. The spasms started to subside, but she only ground harder. Suddenly the spasms restarted with a vengance, even stronger. Her whole body shook as another orgasm overtook her even before the previous one had subsided. I felt my cock head push against her cervix and she stiffened.

"Oh my god yes, ohhhh fuck me, fuck me, FUUUCK MEEEE!"

Her cunt churned and twisted, the muscles in a continuous series of spasms that pulled at my cock, milking it. She fell against me, her cunt still spasming, still contracting around my cock. Her tits pressed hard against my chest, her lips sought mine. Her tongue dove into my mouth, there was no tenderness here. As her tongue snaked its way into my mouth, she began to suck, It felt like she was drawing the life out of me. I felt my cock twitch, felt the onset of my orgasm. Felt her pull on my tongue even harder. 

Then it happened, my cock let loose with a shower of come, blasting her insides. I felt the darkness overtake me as she continued to draw my life out of me from both ends.

I woke in darkness. My head ached terribly. I felt around me. The empty Black Velvet bottle lay next to me. I wondered if what had happened had just been a dream.



Into the Darkness



Sally continued to stare at the green numbers on the clock near her bed. 12:01 it read. For two hours now she had laid there, tossed and turned but to no avail, sleep still was not coming. "And after drinking the better part of a whole bottle of that white wine," she thought to herself. Hmm, maybe it was having a reverse affect and keeping her awake. No that wasn't it she was sure. She rolled onto her side away from the clock and her eyes fell now upon the empty space of her queen bed. Touching the still sheets near her body, she told her herself that her bed has been empty for far too long. "Yes," she reminded herself, now focused on a solitary thought. That is what was keeping her awake, pure and simple desire.

Slowly in the dark while slowly grazing her top teeth over her bottom lip, Sally thought back to what a passionate kiss felt like. The pressing of lips upon lips, that slight parting as tongue extends to feel another's lips, fingers twirling another's hair, and soft moans. She stopped herself for a moment pondering if she wanted to spend this night again thrashing around with her favorite pillow. But pillows don't kiss back.

As Sally slowly squeezed her thighs together she recalled in detail the phone conversation that occurred just before she had lain down to sleep. Becky, one of her better friends, had called her asking Sally to listen to a song that was playing over the speaker system of where she was calling from. Becky said the song reminded her of Sally, A strange thing for Becky to call about, but then she was half drunk anyway. That Sally could tell. Not hearing the song well because there was too much other background noise, Sally asked Becky where she was. Becky told Sally she was out watching a friend dance. What? Becky then explained to Sally that she was sitting in a small corner strip club near the pier watching her friend Victoria dance on stage. Becky said, Victoria's car was not running well and needed a ride to work and back, and Becky being the friend she was agreed to help.

And so now the same thoughts Sally had been thinking during the past two hours of tossing and turning in bed rushed back to the foreground of her thoughts. She imagined Becky sitting in this dark place watching her voluptuous friend on a raised stage. Sally imagined Victoria's tan and trim body clad in only a g-string as she grinded her hips seductively to the music. Men with no faces or features sitting around staring at the teasing vixen and sliding paper bills under her thin black waistband in hopes for a closer look . . . even a feel. In the back of the club at a small table sat Becky on the phone as she sipped another drink. 

"What the fuck," Sally thought, Becky is there seeing this and "the music reminds her of me?" Or maybe there was more to the meaning of the phone call? Was Becky teasing Sally in some way? Well if she was, it seemed to be working well. Sally rolled back over and looked at the clock again, 12:28, sleep is not coming anytime soon it seems, she thought. 

Finally making a decision, Sally sat up in bed and letting the sheet fall from her naked body she moved to get up. Walking carefully to the bureau she found her phone and turned it on. The pale blue light of the phone flashed and exposed Sally's nude frame in the dark. Biting her lower lip again Sally thought for a moment and then commented to action, telling herself that it would be right to call Becky and make sure she and Victoria made it home okay from the club.

The phone rang, once, twice, three times until finally Sally hear Becky's voice on the other end. Talking in a hushed whisper Sally asked if Becky was okay . . . curious if she made it home alright. Becky told her they were still at the club and that Victoria had one more routine to do before calling it a night. Becky asked what Sally what she was doing up at this hour and Sally told her she couldn't sleep. 

Laughing Becky said, "Well maybe you should come out for a drink." During the conversation Sally's other hand was slowly drifting down her torso, nails gliding over her belly button and down to the rise of her mound. 

Softly an "Okay," trailed out of Sally's mouth. 

"Okay, you know where the place is," Becky asked? 

"I think so," Sally stammered. 

"Okay, see you soon and come quickly for I think Victoria will be on soon," Becky said and then was gone.

As Sally set down her phone she realized where her other hand was and blushed in the dark.

Needing to dress quickly and feeling a certain rush now, Sally grabbed for her clothes that were still piled up on the floor. In the dark she felt for and then found her lace panties and put them on followed by the jeans she had worn during the day and then finally her red top. She figured she didn't wear a bra all day so why start now. 

Remembering that she had left a pair of slip-ons near the front door, she grabbed her phone and headed down the hall. Pausing in front of her daughter's door for a moment Sally thought to herself if she should even be doing this. Was she being crazy? No she was just going out for a drink with a friend she convinced herself. Walking in the bedroom Sally sat on Esther's bed and kissed her daughter's forehead after softly brushing the hair from her face.

Esther woke and asked what was going on. Sally told her she was going to go out for a drink with Becky.

Esther's eyes scanned over to her clock and then she asked, "You mean now?" 

"But it's almost 1."

"I know but it's just a quick drink," Sally replied, "I won't try to be long, but wanted you to know I would be out."

Esther glared at her mom and wasn't sure what to make of this, but then said "Fine, just make sure the door is locked." And then she rolled over and snuggled into her sheets. Sally leaned and softly kissed Esther's head again and said, "I will."

Feeling as if she had just cleared a major hurdle, Sally slowly exhaled as she left Esther's room. She then found her keys and purse in the living room and then slid her shoes on and headed out the front door . . . checking it twice to make sure it was locked.

Uncertain of what laid ahead of her Sally's upper teeth again raked over her lower lip as she walked down the steps of her apartment to the garage. Not use to being out this late at night Sally felt uneasiness in her stomach; she walked quickly and kept her eyes on the moon-cast shadows of the garage. Safely getting to her car she got in locked the door and started up the motor with made a very loud echoing noise in the garage. Looking around to back out, she swore she saw a shadow move. But as the car moved back she realized it was just shadows and light and told herself that now was not a time to get paranoid.

On the dark streets Sally's car hurried through town, she turned on the radio to listen to some music, figuring that would help her nerves and her thoughts of Victoria's Body. Turn down a side street near the pier she started to look for the club, thinking it was on this street, right. Just then it happened; bright blue flashing lights impaled the darkness of the street behind her. Oh my, a cop she thought to herself, what, what happen, what did I do. Her thoughts raced, was I speeding, no, what is it. The siren blared for a second causing Sally to jump in her car seat. And realizing what she needed to do, she quickly pulled over to the side of the street. It was all dark here she noticed as she put the car in park, empty looking old brick buildings one next to another and no lights coming from any windows.

Slowly breathing and trying to remain calm, Sally turned off her engine and watched in her mirror as a uniformed man stepped out of the vehicle behind her and walked towards where she was parked. At first she could see only a shadow against the blue lights but as he got closer she could now see the color of his uniform and his face.

A tap on the window caused her heart to jump in her chest. And she rolled down the window looking up at the man.

"License and registration Miss," the forceful voice of the police officer belted out. Sally leaned over and opened her glove compartment and found the required papers, thinking to herself how embarrassing this was, she had never had a ticket before and was very unsure of how to act in this situation. Opening her purse then she found her license and with a trembling hand passed both pieces to the officer. As she did, a flashlight blinded her eyes causing her to raise her other hand to her face to shield them from the exposure. The beam of light then scanned the entire of Sally's vehicle interior and Sally herself.

"So Miss Neumann what are you doing here anyway driving around this area this late at night?"

Sally thought to herself, the truth wouldn't work, I looking for a strip club, no bad idea, what would be a plausible reason, her mind danced around the question.

"Miss Neumann?" the voice broke into the silence.

"Yes," Sally softly replied.

"What are you doing in this neighborhood at night?" The officer repeated, "Your address shows you live on the other slide of town."

"Uhhmm, I think I am lost," she replied.

The flashlight beam passed over Sally's face again. "Have you been drinking Miss Neumann?"

"Oh shit," loudly escaped Sally's lips.

"Please step out of the car Miss," the voice commanded as the officer took one step back.

"Please officer, I really just want to get home."

"Out of the car Miss, now!"

What happen next remained a blur to Sally, She remembered opening the door and getting out of the car but in her nervous condition stumbling and landing on her hands and knees on the cold hard payment. The next thing she knew she felt her chest, breasts and head slammed into the solid hood of her car. Her hands were behind her back and she saw a flash in her head as her chin hit the hood. Dazed for a moment, but when she gathered her senses, she realized her hands were now held behind her back, something was restraining them, if she pulled on her arms she could feel cold metal cutting into her wrists sharply. Then she felt the pain in her shoulders due to the awkward position her hands were in, a rough pulling like her arms were being pulled from their sockets.

Then she could feel his weight upon her body, pressed into her fully from knee over her butt and along her chest. She could feel his hot breath on her neck as he whispered in her ear and curled her hair behind her ear, but she didn't understand a word he was huskily saying. Next a rough hand grabbed her butt at the seamed of her jeans and rubbed her along her back slit moving towards her front. At this moment Sally wished she had believed more in God, that one existed as she silently mouthed a prayer that she be taken away from this situation. In the stillness of the moment a tear trailed down her face wanting to focus on something else besides what was happening. But all of her senses and thoughts focused on this man and his body as it pressed into her thru her clothing.

Then Sally felt her head being pulled up by her hair in a yanking motion as the officer took a step back and leaned up, and before Sally knew it, in a violent motion she was on her knees on the hard pavement between the headlights of her car face to waist with her attacker. She dared to look around her but she saw nothing, only the glare of the headlights and a flash of blue on the walls of the empty buildings. She closed her eyes and tried to wish the frightful scene away. She could already feel her jaw and breasts were sore from being slammed on her hood, she wondered what the bruises would look like and that she would be around to see them. She needed to find a way out of this. 

And as she thought that, there it was, this fleshy thickness feeling on her lips. She could feel the tautness of his penis head against her lips, pressing against her mouth looking for entry. A hand dug roughly into her hair and jerked her head as she heard, "Open up bitch". Wanting this to be over as soon as possible she submitted and opened her mouth, and felt his thickness ram into her face spreading her lips and teeth and invading her. She whimpered in pain as his stiffening penis head lodged deep into her mouth and rammed against the back of her mouth. Her eyes open and looked at what monster was crawling into her. Her eyes grew larger, seeing a snake that was far larger than anything she had ever seen so close up before. She started shaking her head violently trying to resist, knowing that such a beast couldn't descend any further into her mouth. No more please, she thought, I can't. It won't fit. But her attacker could not hear her thoughts and continued his rough thrusting of her face, telling her how beautiful she looked.

Sally arched her back thrusting her chest towards the ceiling as her fingers rubbed furiously along her g-spot. Her head nodded on the satin sheets, her lip being bitten with a pure wantonness of lust, her tummy muscles tightening to the point of pain. And then a glorious release as her body shook violently, hips bucking into her fingers and a loud moan broke the silence of the bedroom.

As she laid there panting she looked over at the green lights of her clock reading 1:07, and in a tired bliss she closed her eyes. Sleep was finally coming to her.



Into the Darkness



Gail was expecting this to happen, but not now. Not like this. There it was. On her LG Chocolate cell phone. A text message from David. 

im braking up w u

What the fuck? Six months of dating. Of kissing. Of fucking. This is what he had to say? 

Tears streamed down her pretty fair-skinned face. How could he do this to her? Especially after....

Before they began dating, David had been dating another girl. She was pretty and popular. Her name was Danielle. And she and Gail were friends, not best friends, but friends none the less. But then David had come between them. He was handsome. With black hair and blue eyes. Most of the girls in high school wanted him. And Gail eventually got him, all it took was a flirty little skirt, a lollipop, and a few suggestive comments.

Comments that would later come back haunt her a few weeks later. 

"Let's make out." David said, ushering Gail into the storage closet at gym after football practice.

"Here?" Gail asked. Eyes big. Fingers nervously twirling a strand of blond hair. This was scary. Someone could walk in at any moment.

David didn't bother to answer. His arms wrapped around her. His mouth searching for her lips. Kissing her possessively. His hands roamed her inexperienced body. Gail knew how to flirt. She watched enough on TV to be a pro. She had lifted the lines she had stolen David with from a movie on HBO. But this was new. This was real. Big hands gripping her firm bottom. Molding it. Spreading it. Then moving up her sweater. Beneath her bra and pinching hard nipples.

Finally she was able to pull her mouth free for long enough to say, "David, I don't know if we should. I mean - someone could walk in."

"Don't worry," he said. "I used to come in her with Danielle all the time."

He unhooked her bra and then pulled her sweater up taking the bra with it. 

This was going further and faster than she had imagined. He was kissing her hard nipples. Sucking at her breasts. She wanted to say no. To tell him to wait. But he had been down here with Danielle. What had they done? Probably more than Gail was ready for. Would she be considered a prude if she said no? Then his fingers slipped down thin cotton panties and rubbed her increasingly wet sex. 

"Ohhhhh," Gail cooed. It felt so good - good but scary. Her knees trembled, she could barely stand. 

She didn't have to for long. David pushed down on her shoulders. She found herself on her knees. Her fair face level with David's crotch. His shorts bulged from his hardness. He pulled them down to his ankles. His hard cock bobbed up and down. He poked the purple helmet at her pert lips.

It was foreign to her. She could smell his masculinity. His cock, so hard, was larger than she had imagined. It poked at her lips again. Trying to force its way in. Her inexperience grew palpable. Had Jennifer done this? Had she gone down on David? Sucked him? She must have for David to be moving so fast. How would she have done it?

Gail opened her lips and took it in. She blew at bit. Then sucked it inexpertly. She tried, but still she provided little friction. David grew more and more frustrated at her incompetence. Finally, he took matters into his own hands and grabbed her ponytail and pushed her down on it. Pushed it toward her gullet. At last. Hot - wet- and tight. This was the feeling he craved.

But not so much for Gail. She couldn't breathe. Worse, it hit the back of her throat, triggering her gag reflex. She pulled back. Choking. Gagging. "I'm sorry..." she gasped between coughs.

"I thought you said you could deep throat?" he accused.. 

Gail remembered the lollipop. Remembered teasing David as she sucked. Running her tongue over it. Saying she could deep throat it. Saying she could deep throat other things. But she had never deep throated anyone or anything. She knew the concept. Knew from watching movies that men wanted it. Knowing the concept wasn't the same as having a huge hard cock forced down her throat without gagging. 

"I thought I," she began.

"Nevermind," David said. "It's okay." 

Thank heavens. Gail had been worried of their relationship - worried he'd go back to Jennifer. Then he was behind her. Hugging her. Reassuring her. Pushing her forward onto her hands and knees. Sticking his finger in her pussy. Fingering her.

"Wha-what are you doing?" she asked. 

"What does it feel like I'm doing?" he asked.

She wanted to tell him to stop. But it felt so good. God, the way he touched her, it set her afire. She decided to wait for just a few moments. Decided to answer his question.

"Finger-fingering me." she said, her voice husky.

"You have a tight pussy," he said.

It should be. I'm a virgin, she thought, but stayed silent, moving her hips in time to his finger. 

"You're wet," he said.

"Mmmmm," she moaned. This felt nice. Glorious. And then his hands were on her ass. And then something else, something much larger entered her.

"What are you doing?" she tried to pull away. Panicked.

"What does it feel like I'm doing?" David asked. Slow and easy he pushed his hard cock deep into her tight pussy. It felt good. Much better than her attempt with her mouth.

"Stop it." Gail grunted. She didn't want this. Yet it felt good. So very good. Opening her. Exploring her. But she knew she had to stop this. Stop the tingly feeling that had permeated her lower half. Or at least make sure they were protected. "Do you. Umph. Do you have a condom on?"

"Aren't you on the pill?" he said.

He must have assumed she was more experience due to her earlier flirtatious comments. How she regretted them over and over again. "No. Ah- I'm not."

"Don't worry," David grunted. "I have everything under control."

Did he? How could he possibly? "Put on a condom." 

"Watch," he said. "I've done this with other girls. I'll show you."

He kept pumping. Took her by her ponytail and pulled her on his cock - pulled her hard. Spearing her. Impaling her tight body. Wedging his thighs between hers and forcing them wider. Giving it to her. Fucking her.

"See," he said. "When I get close to coming, I'll pull out." 

Then he pulled out, leaving her empty inside. Pulled out, and with his cock bobbing up and down, moved back in front of her. His wet purple helmet back at her pink lip sticked mouth.

It was then he noticed the hint of red.

"Are you a virgin?" he asked.

Gail couldn't deny the evidence. "Yes," she said blushing.

He poked his cock at her lips again.

"When I pull out, you have to suck it," he said. He prodded her mouth again. "Jesus, I gotta tell you everything."

His cock no longer smelled of masculinity. Now he smelled of musk. Of her musk. He was covered by her secretions and a hint of blood. It wasn't so appetizing this time. But there was little alternative. She opened her mouth and took him in.

"That's good. Suck it." He said. "Suck it deep."

Gail tried. This wasn't how she had imagined her first time. Not even close. Not like this. It was supposed to have been special. This wasn't special at all. It was awkward and cheap. But these were the sacrifices that girls sometimes made. And David was a hunk. 

David on the other hand wasn't into making sacrifices. He had discovered his new girlfriend wasn't good at blowjobs. Not at all. But she had a tight cunt. And unlike Jennifer, this one was willing to put out. I'll just get close to coming and shoot it down her throat he thought and he pulled out of her mouth. Then moved around to her rear.

"Wait," Gail said. "I'll finish you off."

But David had other ideas. He'd be all day waiting for her to finish him off with her mouth. So, instead he put it where it felt so good. He inserted his fat helmet in that sweet hole. Her cunt was tight. Much better than her mouth. 

"Just a few more minutes like this," David said. "Then I'll let you suck it off. I'll fill your mouth with cum."

Gail knew this was a bad idea. But it felt so good. And David was enjoying it so much. He would pull out when it came time. He already showed her how he would do it. She wondered what it would taste like when he came.

David took her by her ponytail and pulled her tight on him. Made her moan. What a tight cunt. A virgin. He'd never had a virgin before. He fucked her hard. He fucked her softly. Making it last. Drawing it out. She would never be a virgin again. Ever. She might not be able to suck, but she could fuck. God, she could fuck. David was close. He could feel his cum boiling in his large meaty balls. He took a few shallow strokes to let the feeling pass. God, so good. So tight. He should let her suck him off now. That's what he was thinking. Thinking that with his cock buried, nestled in her tight pink pussy. Wondering how he was going to get it out without coming.

"Hold on," he said. He was so close. "Don't do anything. Don't move. Don't squeeze. Ah Ah...just hold still." 

Poor Gail. She had been taken to the brink. The tingly feeling had possessed her. She could feel the lightning in her cunt. Then to be told not to do anything. Not to squeeze. She tried. God how she tried. But the thought that he was in her and ready to blow. To come in her. To fill her full. The terrifying fear of getting pregnant. Those thoughts didn't make the feeling go away, they magnified it. Intensifying it. And then it happened. Her sex spasmed. Contracted. Flexed. Again and again.

David felt it tighten. He gasped in pleasure and disbelief. She hadn't moved, but her pussy had. He wasn't expecting it. Squeezing him again and again. Practically milking him. Begging for it. He couldn't help it. His cock burst. He could have still pulled out and jerked off on her back side, yet it was too late for that now. His self control gone, David plunged it in. Again and again. Fucking her. Filling her. It felt like liters. It was heaven.

Heaven only lasted a few minutes of sated bliss. 

"Goddamnit, I told you not to squeeze," David said as he pulled his jock and shorts back up.

"I couldn't help it," Gail groaned. "Who doesn't have condoms?"

"Who isn't on the pill?"

It was a short fight. And David did buy some condoms. And Gail did put out again. However, in the back of her mind, she was terribly afraid. Afraid of the consequences of this one time. She never came with David again. 

A month later , when her period was late, she grew terrified. She got a pregnancy test and it was positive. Fuck. What would she do? She wasn't ready to have a baby.

She called David. He didn't take the news well.

"You're going to take care of this aren't you?" David said.

"Yes," Gail said, but she thought she wanted to think about it more. "But."

"This is all your fault," David said. "What did I tell you? Don't squeeze. Did you want to get pregnant?"

"God no." Gail was crying. David as a nice enough boyfriend for some things, but empathy wasn't his strong suit. He made no move to comfort her. She didn't get anything, except for a brief hug after it was all over. And that was only after she went to the clinic and had the pregnancy terminated.

But it was for the best. There was some guilt. And sometimes she wondered if David was the sort of boy she should be with. At the moment, she didn't care. She just wanted to be with someone. Someone who understood what she was going through. And now with that text message. 

I'm breaking up w u

The one person who knew wasn't going to be around anymore. Even if he didn't seem to be having such a hard time of things. 

Then her phone buzzed again. There was another text message. This time from Jennifer. It was too close to be a coincidence.

I know everything bitch. My house at 5 or I tell everyone.

It was the worst possible outcome. Jennifer knew. That was why David had broken up with her. And now to keep it quiet, she would have to go to Jennifer's house. And discover what she planned. Whatever it was it wouldn't be good.

It was the fastest 3 hours of her life. She knocked on Jennifer's door at 5:00 on the dot. She had driven around the block to waste some extra time. Dreading it.

"You're late bitch," Jennifer said. She was holding a fly swatter and pointing it threateningly at Gail's face.

Gail meekly entered. "It's only 4:59..." she stammered as she walked past, looking down at her watch.

"Not by my watch," Jennifer said. She pointed the fly swatter back to the stairs. "Upstairs. Now."

She opened her bedroom door and ushered Gail inside. She stopped - flabbergasted at the site. There was a black girl sitting naked on the bed. She was fairly pretty as black girls go, with dark chocolate skin and cute short dreads atop her head. She had her legs crossed and her arm held over her breasts. Gail thought she recognized her from school.

"Get those clothes off whore," Jennifer said, taking her fly swatter and striking Gail on the bottom. "Now." she struck her again.

"Wait..." Gail said, swiveling away from the blows. Instead the swatter struck the bare skin of her thighs.

"Now." Jennifer said. "Or would you rather me tell your parents about you fucking David or about the abortion."

No. That couldn't happen., Never.

"Take it off. Now." Jennifer ordered. "Start with the skirt."

Gail wriggled out of the tight denim skirt. 

"Panties whore." Jennifer said, all the while searching for a tender patch of skin to swat.

Gail stripped faster and faster. She stumbled and almost fell trying to disrobe while being swatted over and over again. Shedding panties. Her shoes and socks. Her shirt and bra. Until she stood in her altogether. Naked as the black girl watching from the bed.

"Gail meet Toni." Jennifer said. "Toni meet Gail. The whore bag. Say hi to each other girls."

"Hi, Toni," Gail said to the other naked girl. She wondered why she was here. Wondered if it was under a similar circumstance.

"Hi, Gail," Toni said quietly meeting her eyes in sympathy.

" "Call her whorebag."

Hi - ah...whorebag." Toni said. It was clear she was being forced as well.

"Now that we've introduced," Jennifer giggled. "It's time to play. Go ahead whores. Give each other a kiss."

What the hell? What was going on? This situation had taken a turn for the worse. Gail looked at the black girl with alarm filled eyes.

"I ain't kissin' that girl," Toni said. Her eyes were hard and determined.

"You want your parents to know about your abortion? How about your friends at school? Your church." Jennifer said. "I'll tell everyone. I swear it."

Eyes growing wider, more uncertain. Toni slowly stood up. Looked at Gail. "Get it over with," she said.

"Kiss her," Jennifer ordered, swatting Gail's backside again and again.

Gail moved close. Pursed her lips. Toni it seemed, had no intention of meeting her half-way. But then again, she wasn't being swatted repeatedly by a fly swatter. It was beginning to really smart. She leaned forward. Kissed her on the mouth. A chaste kiss. Like she would have given her mother. It wasn't the sort of kiss that Jennifer had in mind at all. She swatted Gail's pale cheeks, turning them a brighter and brighter red.

"Give her a kiss," Jennifer said. "Kiss her right. Kiss her like you kissed David you whore."

Gail kissed her again. Trying to think of how she kissed David. She closed her eyes. Met full dark lips. Kissed her again. Snuck her tongue into her mouth. Felt her body touch another girl's, as she was forced to move in close to attempt to flee the blows being rained on her ass.

"Open those eyes whore," Jennifer said. "Get 'em open. I want you to see who you are kissing. See that it isn't my boyfriend. Isn't even a man. And sure as hell isn't white."

Gail forced her blue eyes wide. Jennifer was right. She was kissing a woman. A dark skinned girl. Dear Lord! With her eyes open it was so hard to continue. Toni was looking at her too. A look filled with disgust and anger. Gail prayed the girl would whip Jennifer's ass and end this nightmare. It would be the only way to end it because unlike Toni, Gail couldn't face the thought of Jennifer telling everyone what she had done.

"Get your new girlfriend on the bed whore," Jennifer said. "It's time you became a woman. A new woman. A woman's woman."

"Wait just a damn minute," Toni said. "Who the hell is this David you are talking about? I don't know no Davids."

"David was - is my boyfriend," Jennifer said, and struck Gail with a particularly hard blow. "That this whore stole. And fucked. And got pregnant by. Till I found out all about it from my mom. She works at the clinic. Imagine that."

"So you don't have any grief with me?" Toni said.

"It doesn't matter whether I do or whether I don't," Jennifer said. "You are here whether you like it or not. You are here because of her."

"So you ain't no dyke?" Toni asked Jennifer.

"Hell no," Jennifer said to Gail instead of Toni. "But you two are going to leave today as girlfriends. I'm going to see to that." Then to Gail: "No more dick for you whore, that's for sure. At least for the rest of the school year."

"What if I told you there was a way we could both win?" Toni asked. Gail didn't like the look the dark skinned girl shifted her way.

"What do you mean?" Jennifer asked.

"I ain't no dyke," Toni said. "I ain't gonna be no dyke. Especially, for no white bitch. You can tell anyone you want, but that's final. But if you want to dyke this little bitch. I'll do it for you."

Her eyes suggested that she would do it gladly.

"Maybe," Jennifer said. "But I'll have to see what you have in mind." 

Toni sat back down on the bed. Spread her dark muscular thighs a bit wider. "I mean, I ain't gonna lick. But I'll be licked, if you get my drift." She nodded over to a pile of clothes on the dresser. "Shut the camera off and I'll show you."

A camera. Oh fuck! Gail looked and saw the tell tale red light coming from the dark recesses of the clothes pile. 

"It stays on," Jennifer said. "I'm going enjoy looking at this in the future. I'm especially going to enjoy showing David what I did to his little whore. Put her ass playing for the other team. Dyked her ass."

"You ain't gonna blackmail me with it?" Toni said.

"No, not you." Jennifer said. "But I'll do whatever is necessary to keep this whore on a short leash."

"I guess that will have to do." Toni spread her legs wide. Turned to Gail. "What are you waiting for whorebag? It's time to get lickin'"

No. Dear Lord no! Now they were both against her. Jennifer was still swatting her. More forcefully now. It was so hard to think. Not a camera. 

"Please Jennifer," she begged. "I'm sorry. I'll never go near David again. I swear to God."

"Too late whore," Jennifer said punctuating each word with a loud swat. "Get to it. You heard her. Kneel down thee and lick it. I'm dyking your ass. Now, lick that pussy or I tell everyone about your abortion."

But she couldn't bear the alternative. What would she tell her parents? Her friends? Everyone? And the stinging swats. Making it so hard to think.

Gail knelt between those dark muscular thighs. Just to get a moment to think. A brief respite from the fly swatter. Now that she was obeying, Jennifer only hit her infrequently. Just to serve as a reminder. Yet even the reminder made it so very difficult to think To come up with a solution other than the one in front of her topped by a dark triangle of kinky wet curls. The shape of it was similar, but there were certainly differences as well. One, it was the color of dark chocolate. Second, the hair was shorter, kinkier. The lips were more dark purple than pink. And it was bigger. Not just the lips and clitoris, but the whole mons of venus was larger-fatter. It rose out from her, full and plump. Gail's was almost dainty in comparison.

The fly swatter gave a wicket snap with every blow. Her hips bucked in an attempt to escape. The pain was growing too much and so was the hopelessness of the situation. Her attempts to flee brought her closer and closer...closer to the crinkled purple lips awaiting her own. Closer and closer. Till she could smell the musky scent of the dark girl';s arousal. Her nose wrinkled in revulsion, and yet she was closer still. Close enough that those lips made contact with her own.




Into the Darkness



"That's it," Toni said. "That feels so good." In truth it didn't feel very nice. Gail was hardly doing anything. Just there with her lips pinched tightly together for fear of having to taste this black girl's pussy. Who knew where she had been? Who she had been with? It was obvious from her language she was a different sort of person than Gail. Coarser. Trashier. On the bright side, the blows from the flyswatter had ceased. So she just stayed put. Lips pinched and trying not to breathe.

Toni took a hold of Gail's blonde hair, pulled out the elastic holding her ponytail, and ran her fingers in it. It was nice hair. The color of spun gold. She moved her hips up and down. Stimulating her sex on Gail's mouth. Her face. A face that was growing increasingly wet from her secretions. It was humiliating for Gail and Toni was growing increasingly frustrated with the poor attentions she was receiving. She wanted more stimulation than the white girl was providing.

"She ain't a very good pussy licker. Kind of boring." Toni said. "Use that swatter on her skinny white ass until she can do better."

"Hah. That's what David said too," Jennifer said, this time taking the swatter and searching for a more delicate target. Swat! A groan and a bright red mark appeared under her left buttock and where her thighs met. "He said the whorebag sucked. Or more like she sucked at sucking. That's the only reason he fucked her. That's why she got prego." Swat. Swat. The swatter bent in between the cheeks of her bottom.

In an effort to evade the swatter, Gail spread her thighs a bit more and squatted lower, inadvertently sitting her sex on top of Toni's bare foot. This bit of knowledge wasn't lost on Toni. She began moving her foot around, teasing the little white girl. She wasn't going to kneel or lick...but she didn't mind a white girl on her foot. It was actually kind of funny. She was being licked, while all she gave back in return was a little foot action.

"Is that right?" Toni asked. "Maybe she's a cold fish. Are you a cold fish white girl? You don't know how to suck a dick? Is that why your boyfriend left you?"

It was too much for Gail. The betrayal by David stung. She had loved him. Or at least had very strong feelings for him. And he had told everything. So many personal details. "It's not like that. It was my first time."

"My first time my boyfriend came in my mouth," Toni said. "How was your first time Jennifer?"

"David didn't have any complaints after our first time," Jennifer laughed, still taking her anger out on Gail's red buttocks.

"Maybe," Toni said. "Maybe the problem is you white girl. Maybe you just don't like dick."

She liked it well enough. She had made David come in other ways and he had done the same for her. Well...he had once. The first time. But not again. She tried to think of something to say, but it was so hard to think. Jennifer was still swatting her tender bottom, but the licks didn't seem so bad anymore. They kind of tingled after the first initial sting. Then she realized the cause. It was Toni's foot. Lodged there between the lips of her sex. Running up and back. Up and back. 

"This isn't cutting it," Jennifer said, taking a break from swatting Gail's hapless bottom. Besides her arm was getting tired. "I can't show David a movie like this. I want him to see her loving it. Dyking it. I want him to know she's a pussy girl now and she ain't going back to dick. That I turned her. I want you both on the bed. Mouth to pussy."

"Wait," Toni said, holding her finger to her lips. "Shhhh....listen...."

Jennifer stopped talking and listened. Gail was quiet too. What was that sound? She felt so tingly it made it hard to concentrate. Then she realized it was the sound of a light moaning. Softly. Kind of a 'mmm.mmmm.mmmm...' And what was that other sound? It was a wet sticky sound. Kind of a shish...slish..slishh... Where was it coming from? With a start...Gail realized it was coming from her. It was the sound of her riding Toni's foot. The slish - slish of wetness. And the moans were coming from her. Oh God!

"Looks like someone is having a good time. Dyking it out with my foot" Toni said. "Was that the problem with you and David? You don't like dick? Is it chicks that get you off?"

Gail shook her head no. No. Never.

But her body betrayed her. She couldn't stop her hips Up and back. Up and back. She had that tingly feeling again. The one she had the first night with David. The night she came. Oh God! No! Not again! Not like this!

"Look at her," Toni pointed and laughed. "She reminds me of a cocker spaniel we used to have."

Gail wanted to stop. But the tingly feeling only grew. It was harder and harder to think. The foot gently rocking back and forth. Oh, right there against her clit. She couldn't help but rock against it. Despite the humiliation and her desire to stop.

"You getting this on video?" Toni asked. "Isn't this what you wanted?"

"Oh Yes." Jennifer's voice squeaked with excitement.

Jennifer hurridly got the camera out. Putting it in Gail's face. Recording her humiliation. 

Gail turned her face away. Hid it behind her arm. God no! "Please stop...." she begged.

And then the foot stopped and moved. God, right when she was so close.

"You want me to stop?" Toni asked. "Is that right?" Her foot stayed, but only teasing now. Rubbing her rough callussed toes on delicate flesh.

"Please...." Gail begged. "Please don't." She needed it. The tingly good feeling was retreating.

"Then show me what it is you got to offer white girl," Toni said. 

Gail looked up questioningly. The foot had resumed it's path. Up and back. Up and back. The tingly feeling returned. 

"Start with those titties," Toni said. "Lift them up so I can see them."

Gail wanted to refuse, but somehow she couldn't. She needed to continue. Standing a bit straighter, and reached under her breasts and lifted. Pert ivory globes capped with delicate pink nipples standing to attention.

"Not so much to offer," Toni said. "Kind of disappointing." 

In truth, they were not disappointing at all. They were beautiful orbs. Firm and full. Only small in comparison to Toni whose breasts were truly sizeable.

"Show me what else you have," Toni said lowering her foot. "How about that pussy?"

Blushing furiously, Gail raised a bit higher to let Toni see her sex. 

"Open it." Toni said. "So I can see it."

"Please," Gail begged Toni, helplessly looking over at the camera. "Not now. Not like this."

"Now," Toni said. "Or never."

The tingly feeling was retreating again. God, how she needed it. Craved it. The blush on Gail's cheeks grew even brighter. Her hands went between her thighs and she spread her outer lips. Showing pink wet lips in between topped by an erect but smallish clit.

Nothing but a tiny slit," Toni said. "And I've already seen that flat ass. She's pathetic. I can see why her boyfriend ran off." Then to Gail: "Is that all you got? Are you sure you don't have anything else? Some redeeming feature?"

Gail was a pretty girl and she liked being pretty. Liked being envied. Needed that feeling. it was the reason she had stolen Jennifer's boyfriend. The reason she spent an hour each day getting ready for school. And now she was feeling not quite so pretty. Feeling like she needed to prove something to Toni.

"I know one last thing you can show me," Toni said, using her foot to urge the girl on. Laughing at how easy she was to control. "Let me see that mouth. That pretty tongue."

It wasn't what she had imagined as being pretty. It was actually condescending. But there was no hope for it. Gail pursed her lips. Stuck out a slim pink tongue.

"Oh. That's nice. That's real nice." Toni said. "Let me see how long it is."

It was incredibly embarrassing. Sticking out her tongue. Showing it to these girls and the video camera. What was she doing? Why? 

"So long," Toni sighed, her foot made contact with that wet pink slit again. Began moving up and back. Up and back. "Touch it to your nose."

Gail reached the tip up. She knew she could do it. The tip touched her nose, tickling her.

"What will you use that tongue for?" Toni asked. "Hmmmmmm? Tell me."

Gail didn't want to say it. Not like this. Not with the camera there. But now the tingly feeling had returned. She wanted to keep it going. Wanted to feel that foot going up and back. Up and back. Making her feel so hot and sexy. 

"Licking." she moaned.

"Licking who?" Toni teased.

"You." it came out as a sigh. A sigh of defeat. 

"And what will that make you?" Toni asked. "What do they call a girl that licks other girl's pussies?"

"A-a-ahhhh," Gail moaned, her hips rocking faster and faster. Somehow it was as if the embarrassment was turning her on. God, what was the matter with her? "Gay."

"Not gay. A lesbo," Toni laughed, spreading her thighs wider. "That's right. A white lesbo licker." 

Jennifer recorded every humiliating moment. This was better than she had imagined. She didn't like girls, but the breaking down of Gail was proving quite stimulating indeed.

"Now tell David what you are," Jennifer said, pointing the video recorder at Gail's flushed face.

"A-a" Gail tried to fight it, but the fight was long gone. She had been defeated. Betrayed by her body and the hot tingly feeling in her loins. She would ride this train into whatever station it ended at. "A lesbo."

"Now show that boyfriend that don't want you no more." Toni said. " Show him what lesbos do." 

And Gail bent back between those dark outstretched thighs. Not with pursed lips this time. No this time she licked. This time she sucked. 

"Oh that's better," Toni purred. "That's much better." 

She ran dark fingers through hair the color of finely spun gold. She moaned. "God you are good at this," she said. This time she was telling the truth. "A natural born pussy licker."

Gail moaned. Licking. Sucking. Humping. She was no longer thought of the taste or the smell. Or whether Toni had any diseases or not. This time she didn't think much at all.

"David - or whatever your name is," Toni said between moans. "She might not be able to suck a dick. But she sure can lick a pussy."

Jennifer recorded every moment. Every humiliation. She zoomed in on Gail's back. The sweat cascading down told the story of her enjoyment. Her humping hips. The wet slickness running down Toni's foot. Dark fingers running through blonde hair. Wide blue eyes looking up from between dark thighs. This wasn't a girl who had been blackmailed. This was a girl who was enjoying what she was doing. A girl who had been turned. It was perfect!

Toni was enjoying the treatment as well. Really enjoying it. She never had anyone do it like this before. Someone had went down on her once and only once. And that had proven a disaster. But this? Oh God. Toni's moans sounded like a car being downshifted to a lower gear. Sort of a hmmmmm...growing to a high pitched mmmmmmmm. Her muscular thighs shook. Trembled. She felt liquid pleasure rising up from the balls of her feet. Oh God no! Not again!

"Can you...." she gasped. "Can you turn the camera off?"

"Why?" Jennifer asked, centering the camera on the dark skinned girl and zooming in on her sweat covered face. "It's just getting good."

"Please," Toni didn't look so strong now. Almost begging. "I'm getting ready to....I don't want anyone one to see...." her breath coming harder and huskier.

It was too late. Gail's tongue flicked up and down her clit. Working her. Then every muscle in Toni's dark muscular body tightened. The word "Messy" was uttered from tightly clenched teeth. Another disaster awaited. It was too late.

Gail gave a sudden gasp of surprise as she discovered what the only other person to go down on Toni had discovered. Discovered it in the very same way as a hot geyser of liquid shot into her mouth and unexpectedly into her throat. She pulled quickly away...coughing...gagging. She looked back to see what had happened, and was surprised again as she was caught in the eyes by a geyser of girl come. 

Gail wanted to move away even further, but Toni had not yet let go of her hair. She pulled her back in. Pushing back against her pussy. Rubbing it on her lips. Fucking her pretty fair-skinned face. 

"Oh Fuck. Don't stop," Toni ordered. "Don't stop."

Gail couldn't stop. No matter how much she wanted to. She was trapped by her hair and Toni's muscular thighs. Toni's sex gushed again. And then again., Although each gush was only half the volume of each preceding gush. But poor Gail....there were two things she hated most about oral sex. First, it was a rather submissive act to be on your knees giving pleasure to another person. But most of all, it was messy...wet-smelly, almost disgusting. And for a girl who cleaned her hands with Purell at least 10 times a day, being gushed on...squirted on...was the worst sort of torture. The worst was after, to have Jennifer and her damned video camera...zooming in on her kneeling on the floor, her face and hair wet....girl come running down her body and onto the floor. Jesus. And there she was. She should be crying...instead her hips were moving. Humping. Riding Toni's foot for all she was worth.

"Thar she blows," Jennifer laughed. "She got you all messy, didn't she whorebag?"

Gail wasn't listening. She just nodded her head and pinched her nipples sending pleasure down her spine.

"Do you come like that every time?" Jennifer asked Toni.

"Yes.." she admitted. Her former boyfriend that had went down on her had told all his friends that Toni pissed herself while they were having sex. But that wasn't it at all. She gushed when she came. And there was a lot of it.

"You hear that Gail," Jennifer laughed. "She comes like that every time. Just think of it. Everytime you lick her. Every time you suck her. Blammo! A fricken geyser!"

"Every time?" Gail asked. She somehow picked it up through the sexual haze she muddled through. Wasn't this the only time? 

"Every time," Jennifer laughed. "You two are girlfriends now. For the rest of the school year. "

"Wait a minute," Toni said. "You said you didn't have any beef with me."

"I don't."

"Then I can see whoever I want." Toni said. "This is over after this."

"Not quite," Jennifer said. "You can see whoever you want. But Gail here is going to be seeing you. A lot of you." To Gail: "Wherever and whenever I see Toni, I better see you right there with her. Keeping an eye on your girlfriend."

Toni thought for a minute. Then her eyes began to shine. "Wait a minute. She'll lick me?" Toni asked. God, to be able to come like this again. Without having to worry that someone wouldn't do it. Would make fun of her. "Whenever I want?"

"She better," Jennifer said. "Or I'll tell everyone about her abortion. I'll even send this tape to her family and show it around school."

"Want you like that Gail?" Jennifer teased. "Being Toni's little lesbo girl? Licking her black pussy. Getting blasted by girl come over and over again?"

No. No. No. No. Gail shook her head. She didn't want that. God no. Yet her body betrayed her. The tingly feeling spread to her limbs. Her body tensed. Her body was engulfed. Sparks flew. She came fast and furious. Bucking and humping Toni foot until she collapsed on the floor. 

It wasn't a long respite. 

"Clean that mess off the floor before you leave," Jennifer ordered. "Now."

Gail was forced to use her own clothes to wipe up the girl come from the hardwood floor. And then dress in the stinking soiled garments. Would this day ever end?

"I need a ride home." Toni said.

"I'm sure Gail will be glad to give her girlfriend a ride," Jennifer said. "That's what girlfriends do."

Gail didn't try to fight it anymore. Just meekly nodded and gave Toni a ride home to the poor part of town. 

"Pick me up tomorrow at 7:20," Toni said easily falling into her new role. She was going to enjoy having a rich white girlfriend that amounted to little more than a slave.

Later that year Jennifer watched events unfold. It was better than she had ever dreamed. She ended up breaking up with David...but that was all well and good. He had proved to be an asshole anyway. She could do better. Mark Walters was her new boyfriend. He was a quarter back and not a lowly tackle like David. And Gail?

Jennifer didn't see her much since that day. The poor girl didn't hang out with the popular crowd anymore. She hung out with Toni. She could almost always be found a step or two behind the well built black girl. She had also lost a bit of weight. And her eyes, they were no longer so wide and innocent. But they were still blue and still pretty.

The innocence was gone. Those eyes had been forced down too many times. Forced down between a pair of dark muscular thighs. In so many places. In her parents bedroom. In the school bathroom. At the mall. In her SUV. 

Toni, strong before, but with Gail's growing submission had become stronger. More dominant. Forcing the white girl to walk a step or two behind her. To speak when spoken to. To not just lick that black pussy, but to worship it.

It started the first day after Gail was forced to become her girlfriend. She was taking Toni home, and the young black girl slid her seat back, pulled her short skirt up, and slid down her panties. 

"Come over here and suck me off," Toni said.

"What?" Gail said, hoping she had not heard what she thought she had.

"Get over here and suck me off," Toni said. "Or should I call Jennifer?"

Gail tried to reason with her. "Look Toni," she said. "I only did that because she made me. I don't like girls. Can't we just be friends? I'll give you a ride or whatever you want, but not that."

"Get your white ass over here," Toni said, taking Gail by the ear and pulling the reluctant girl to the floorboard at her feet. "Now." 

Jennifer went down, but refused to lick. 

"Do you want me to call Jennifer?" Takeka asked.

"No..." Jennifer said.

Temeka wedged her foot against Gail's crotch. "You know what to do. Now suck me."

Gail leaned down between those dark thighs. She could smell Toni. A strong musk. She was already wet.

"Please..." she tried one final time. She stuck out her tongue and began to lick - tentatively at first, but later getting into it, rubbing her crotch against the dark girl's foot while pleasuring her.

Toni was getting into it again. Moaning. Gasping. Running her fingers through Gail's fine hair. "Oh that's it," she crooned. "Lick it. Lick that pussy. My skinny white lesbo girl. Oh fuck. Fuck yeah."

And the gasps grew faster. The moans louder. Even cramped in the floorboard of her SUV, Gail knew what was about to happen. Toni was getting ready to come again. But this time, Gail was ready. This time she when she felt Toni tense up, she pulled back and turned her head just in the nick of time. She felt wet splash hit her cheek and then against her blouse on her chest. Damnit. She had been soiled again.

"What the fuck?" Toni said taking out her cell phone. "Let me call Jennifer."

"What for?" Gail said in a panicked voice."

"You promised to be my girlfriend bitch," Toni said. "You just pulled back and acted like I just spit in your face. You better learn to respect."

"I don't understand." Gail said, as Toni's come ran down her face and dripped onto her shoulder. Maybe she hadn't spit on her, but it was near enough.

"I just gave you a gift," Toni said. "A whole load of hot sweet honey. And then you pulled off and turned your goddamn head when I gave it to you."

"I'm so-sorry," Gail stammered. 

"Sorry don't mean shit," Toni said. "You better act like you like it, or I'm calling Jennifer and having her send that tape out to everyone - including your parents."

"I don't," Gail stammered, she didn't know what to do to keep her from telling Jennifer. "What do you want?"




Into the Darkness



"Don't ever waste my fucking honey." Toni said, "Starting right now. 

Jennifer finally understood. 

She started with the slime that had fallen on Toni's thigh - dutifully licking it off.

"Smile and thank me for the honey," Toni said. 

Gail looked up and painted a smile on her face even though her distaste still showed in her eyes. "Thank you for the honey."

And then she wiped off her face and licked her fingers clean one by one. Then Toni pointed out more places with her honey. On the dashboard. The seat. Even the floorboard.

It was impossible to keep the smile painted on her face when her mouth was full of dirty grime.

"Don't like that much do you?" Toni said. "If you don't want to lick dirt, you better learn to catch my honey when I give it to you." She had made up her mind when Gail had pulled away, she wasn't going to endure what she had with Marcus. The way he had made fun of her. Made her feel small. No, this time someone else would feel small. 

"Maybe it isn't my honey that you were afraid of is it?" Toni asked. "Maybe you're just not used to girls? Is that the problem?"

Gail didn't like the 'honey'. Not one bit. However, she didn't say that in fear of angering Toni. And in truth, she was right. She didn't like girls. That was the root of the problem. So she felt it was safe to agree.

"Yes," Gail replied.

"I thought so," Toni said. "Well, we'll have to do something about that."

At first Gail thought that would be the end of it. That she wouldn't have to go down on Toni again. But Toni made her do it every day. Sometimes twice. But was soon to out what Toni had in mind on Friday night. She was invited to a party. Her attendance was mandatory. She had been given very specific instructions not to embarrass Toni. Even once and Toni would show everyone at school and even Gail's parents just what she had been doing with the black girl. 

It was with a great degree of trepidation that Gail showed up to the party. It didn't help that she was the only white girl there.

"I want you all to meet my new friend Gail," Toni introduced Gail to the girls she had invited over. "Most of you have been wondering why I let this white girl hang out with me. I've told some of you...." There was some laughter and Gail blushed wondering just what Toni had told these girls.

"The rest I'm telling now," Toni continued. "She's my very own little pussy licker. This girl loves her some chocolate honey. I thought tonight I would share with my home girls."

"I ain't no dyke," a girl shouted above the laughter. 

"Me either," another chimed in. 

"I ain't forcing nobody to get their pussy licked tonight," Toni said, reaching up her skirt and pulling off her panties. Then to Gail: "Get to it girl. I got some honey ready for you."

Gail leaned in to whisper in Toni's ear. "Please," she said quietly. "I'll do you. But don't make me do them."

"Then you better get down there and convince me otherwise," Toni said. "Besides, it doesn't sound like you have any takers anyway. 

Gail slid down into the floor. Her humiliation burned into her soul. There she was, on her knees, moving in close between those dark thighs, all while seven other girls watched on. Seven girls who would think less of her once this was over. Seven girls she didn't want to do what she was doing for Toni. It was bad enough having to do it for Toni. But, with people watching...it was mortifying. She began to lick. 

"She's doing it," one of the onlooker said. "She's really doing it. Look at her go."

"I told you," Toni said. "She loves some honey."

Gail was glad her face was buried so the girls couldn't witness the humiliation in her eyes. Toni rubbed her foot up and down the girl's sex. Gail could feel herself becoming tingly, but this time she was determined not to give...not to hump the foot, no matter how good it happened to feel.

"She just licks you?" a girl asked Toni. "What do you do to her?"

"Do for her?" Toni said. "I told you. She loves it. That's what she gets out of it. See for yourself. Girl, get on all fours."

Oh God. Gail was mortified. She put her hands on the floor and walked her knees back. She wanted to crawl in a hole and die as Toni slid her skirt up, exposing her sex. Her very wet sex.

"She gets my foot wet sometimes," Toni said. "But she always cleans it off afterwards. Go ahead, you can rub it on my foot if you want."

The hapless eighteen year old was powerless to resist as firm hands inspected her from behind. Then the laughter and crude jokes as she knelt back down with Toni's foot rubbing up and down her sex. The tingly feeling was growing more intense. She became powerless to resist. No matter what she had promised herself only minutes ago, her hips began to pump, betraying her. Fucking the foot. Sliding her wet sex up and down its bony ridges.

"Oh baby," Toni cooed. "You lick that pussy so good. I'm going to give you a big load of honey tonight. You know this morning and this afternoon when I didn't let you finish me off? I've been saving it up for you. A big ass load of honey. I've been leaking just thinking about it."

Dear Lord! This was news to Gail, horrible news. She had assumed Toni had come earlier and there just wasn't the gushing to go with it. She had hoped this was the start of a new trend. A less humiliating and disgusting trend. 

"You want my honey?" Toni asked. The answer between her thighs was muffled, but it didn't matter. She was getting the honey anyway.

"Want to see me bust on this white girl?" Toni asked. "I'm getting ready. Ready to bust so fucking hard." The last came out in a growl.

Then Toni grabbed her by her hair and held her about twelve inches from the mouth of her sex. "Open up girl. Here it comes. Here comes my honey. Oh fuck. Oh Fuck." she cried, her hips pumping, the mouth of her sex twitching.

She was a geyser. A volcano of sexual ecstacy. The honey gushed forth and filled Gail's mouth though most of it ran out. She swallowed obediently and quickly as she had been trained. However, before she could open up again, a new geyser had sprung, catching her in the face and in the eye. As Toni relaxed her grip, Gail rushed forward and planted her mouth on the spasming sex. Making a seal and gulping hard. She had actually gotten better at getting it down, had been trained to try her best no matter what, but this time, this time there was just too much. Way too much. She began to choke. Sputtering girl cum out her nose and down the wrong pipe. 

She missed the next big gush. It went into her mouth, but went right back out onto the floor. Then she found her stride, the volume became manageable, as she obediently gulped it down and continued licking Toni to the end of her orgasm.

The girls were speechless for a time. Then someone spoke.

"My God."

"And look at that white girl. She's licking it up. Licking it off the floor. She digs it. I can't believe anyone in their right mind would do that, but she digs it."

Gail was humiliated. But hopefully she had done enough to not have to suffer through further indignation.

"You girls can do what you want," someone said. "But I'm going to get me some of this. Larry ain't ever eaten my pussy."

And then a girl was pulling Gail to her. She had already stripped out of her pants. The girl was chubby and had an abundance of pubic hair. Gail didn't even get to see her face. 

"Wait - " she managed before she was pulled in tight between those dark thighs.

"Don't worry girl," the new girl said. "That honey on the floor will still be down there when you are finished. Nobody's gonna take that from you. You can bet on that."

Gail tried to resist. Even held out while the girl rubbed her sex with her foot. The tingly feeling was almost overwhelming, but still she resisted. Then the girl reached beneath her bra and tweaked a hard nipple. Gail moaned and began to lick. Unable to stop herself.

She had no fight left. She licked the girl to orgasm and then another took her place. She licked her too. And then a girl propped a foot on the couch and Gail licked her while she stood. And then before she could finish her, another girl had assumed the same position behind her. Gail was turned around and licked this new girl. 

"You were working on me bitch," the original girl said, turning Gail back around. "Now lick this pussy."

"Back over here bitch," the new girl said. "Look everyone. I'm givin' this white girl a pussy sandwich."

Being passed between the two girls, made it nearly impossible to find a rhythm. Worse, the girl who made the pussy sandwich comment removed Gail's clothes while she was busy licking the other girl. Then she had taken to pushing her face in the other girl's sex. Telling her to get in that pussy. Poor Gail licked harder not understanding what the girl wanted. 

The new girl began to spank her ass. 

"I said get in that pussy," she ordered and shoved Gails face into the other girl's crotch.

Poor Gail no longer though of resisting. No longer cared what these girls thought of her. She just did her best to obey. Sinking down into the debauchery going on around her. If the girl ordered her to get in that pussy, she would. She rubbed her whole face on those wet lips and hairy sex. She licked it. She sucked it. She tried to see how far she could stick her tongue in that velvet box. She licked any girl that spread her legs. She licked from the front. From the back. Her face was ridden. She pleased girl after girl. Some more than once. 

This was the night that Toni took charge of Gail. She recorded the white girl as she licked and sucked her friends. Now, with her own blackmail material, she didn't need the threat of Jennifer. Toni could deliver on her own threats. 

Afterward it was all over, Gail's mouth was bruised. Her tongue ached so much it was hard to talk. She was tired now. Had come several times herself. Had ridden a foot while the girls laughed and pointed. She had climaxed so hard it left her drained. Empty. Her embarrassment had even fled, but she was certain it would return the next day when she saw these very same girls in school.

"You used to it now?" Toni asked. "You going to give me any more bad looks when I give you my honey? Any more lip? We can always throw another party."

"No...." Gail said quietly. And she meant it. No more parties. 

Toni didn't even have to use the threat of blackmail anymore. Gail submissively did whatever was asked. Even two months later when she bumped into Jennifer at school one day.

"I still see you hanging out with that black girl," Jennifer said. "Still girlfriends?"

Gail blushed and nodded her head. She wasn't normally shy about admitting she was Toni's girlfriend, but somehow she was deathly so with Jennifer.

"I still watch that tape sometimes," Jennifer said. "I can't imagine what it must be like having that black girl shooting off in your face like that." It still turned her on knowing she had forced Gail into doing just that. 

"I'm just surprised you are still with her. That you haven't come to ask me to let you out of it," Jennifer said. "You must have heard I'm not with David anymore. I've stopped being mad at you."

"I'm glad," Gail said. At one time she would have been elated to hear these words, but now all she felt was resignation.

"You know, you can stop seeing her if you like. Enjoy the last two months of school. My present to you."

A tear fell down Gail's cheek. It was too late, much too late for that.

"Toni has her own tapes now," Gail said. "Worse tapes. I can't stop now." This was the truth, but not all of it. Even if there were no tapes, Gail still couldn't bring herself to tell Toni no.

"Well, chin up. You only have two more months," Jennifer said. "And then it will all be over." Jennifer felt better than she had in weeks. The girl who had taken her boyfriend had had her comeupance and she had even let her off the hook. Twas a shame it didn't let her off the hook, but that was between her and Toni. 

Gail could see that Jennifer felt sorry for that one day in time. But Gail had to live with it day in and day out. The gushing - God the gushing.

That was the part Gail hated most of all. To lick and to suck. It was becoming old hat. But the come? God, how she hated it. If she were perfect, if she timed it just right, ,she could shut her throat and quickly gulp it down before the next gush. But if she wasn't perfect. She would be coughing...gagging....spattered in the face....

Then would come the task. Of mopping. Wiping. Cleaning every spilled drop of honey. And there wasn't even sex to make it go by in a haze .... like it did when she was kneeling between a pair of dark thighs, rubbing off on a foot or her hand. No, now, she was sober and clear. Cleaning up sticky musky smelling Toni juice. From her hair. Her face. Her sweater. Her skirt. Her SUV. Her parents bedroom. Worse, she wasn't allowed to mop it up with a cloth. Toni insisted she use her mouth. To get all that honey. To not waste a single drop. She had to lick it up. With her mouth. Her tongue. On hands and knees. It was degrading. Humiliating. 

"That's what happens to white girls who can't hold their honey," she would say or "I gave you a precious gift. And you just waste it. What are you gonna do about it?"

Toni would usually stand, while Gail was on her hands and knees. Crawling. On a floor somewhere, tongue outstretched, lapping obediently. Her pretty blonde locks, dragging the floor and soaking in the moisture. Down at Toni's feet. A few months ago, there was only the feeling of humiliation. Of obedience. Of being dominated. But lately a feeling had begun down below. A tingly feeling. There was no reason for it to be there, nothing diddling her clit, or rubbing up and down between her lips. Not even a foot. Nothing...no stimulation....nothing but humiliation.

That was the very worst. She could feel herself changing. Jennifer got her wish, Gail no longer fantasized about David. Or even Jennifer's new boyfriend. Her dreams were of women. Dark dominant women. And with every new submission. Every new humiliation. Being shared. Being called "The Licker" Being forced to lick Toni in places she hadn't imagined. Of being used while her parents where in the other room. Of having her brother walk in while she was worshipping Toni's dark triangle. Of lapping girl come off the floor with her tongue while other girls watched and laughed. A part of her was beginning to crave these experiences A part of her dreamed of them at night and left her tingly, trembling when she woke. The year was nearly over and she no longer thought of fleeing. She thought of the darkness. And she was falling into it.



Into the Darkness



Lei jerked awake with a gasp. Her green eyes grew wide as she took in her surroundings, knowing for a fact she had no clue where she was. She quickly realized she was restrained; her wrists tied with silk scarves to the headboard of the four-poster bed. Lei shut her eyes for a moment, trying to get her bearings. Each beat of her heart caused her head to throb, and she was relatively sure that her heart was beating a lot slower than it should have been. Especially in her panic.

The creak of a door made her eyes come open again, and framed in the light from the hallway stood a man. A very tall, very large man. Lei wracked her brain trying to figure out why she would be tied to a bed with a stranger, but not much from the evening came back to her. Had she been drugged? One of those date rape drugs? Had he raped her? Her clothes were still in place, albeit a little dirty. She looked like she'd been drug through the streets. Maybe that was why her head pounded so dreadfully.

"How do you feel?" His voice was deep, slightly gravely.

"Like I've been dragged through the streets. Where am I? Why am I here? Who are you?" 

The man approached the bed and smiled, holding his hands up in front of him to halt her words. 

"You've been through a lot this evening. Relax, please."

"Relax? Are you serious?" Lei struggled against the ties that bound her.

"Please, let me explain."

"Get started." 

The man frowned, as if she confused him. He pulled a wingback chair up to the side of the bed, and picked a tray up off of the nightstand. She hadn't even noticed him carry it in. 

"First of all, I'm Draven. I saw in your wallet that your name is Lorelei. There was a...misunderstanding this evening." His eyes flashed as he spoke.

"Oh, yes, a misunderstanding. That explains it all."

"You were meant to be a host. Now you're going to turn. It's just a matter of time. I do apologize." 

"Turn? Turn into what? What is a host?" Lei's arms jerked upwards, straining against the material that bound her.

"A vampire, my lovely. And a host is someone we bring to the house to feed upon. However, the one that snagged you last night is new, and he got carried away. He's been berated, and is under surveillance as we speak."

Lei's lashes fluttered as she blinked rapidly, trying to puzzle everything together. A vampire? There was no such thing. Was this some elaborate prank? Even more, the severity of her situation was sinking in, and she had the urge to scream. The man seemed to sense her new attitude.

"There's no sense screaming. We're too far out in the country for anyone to hear you. How do you feel?" Draven offered her a roll.

"My head is pounding and I think my blood pressure is low. My eyes burn." Lei struggled to sit up as she spoke.

"That's all normal. The worst part will be when the hunger kicks in. For now, you need real food in your system. Eat some of this." 

Lei took the roll from his hand and nibbled on it, chewing thoughtfully. Vampires were a thing of myth, a thing in history. There was no way this guy was for real. And he certainly didn't really look like a vampire. He didn't look...dead enough. 

"Why do you keep looking at me like that?" Lei finally broke the silence.

"Because you aren't acting how you should. By this time you should be writhing in pain, miserable because of that hunger eating your gut. You're turning slower than anyone else ever has. And, you still have your own mind. Usually at this stage, the victim falls in love with the one who changed them. Are you in love?" Draven's brow furrowed.

"No sir, I am not. Thank you very much. I don't like that writhing in pain part. You could have left that out." Lei shuddered. "What else do you have over there?" 

"An apple. Some cheese."

"Give it all to me. I need my strength." Lei again grew quiet. 

"To escape?"

Lei considered lying. She considered playing coy. Then she decided to be her usual honest and open self.

"Yes."

"You can't. There are too many here that would catch you. And believe me; you don't want to be alone when the hunger strikes. You will not like what you become," He leaned forward intently. "You won't be able to stop yourself. And you will kill someone. Kill them. And when your hunger is sated, are you going to be able to live with yourself? After you've been a vampire a while, the fact you're killing someone doesn't really faze you, but for some of us, it never stops feeling wrong."

Lei swallowed hard. "Are you one of those? Does it always feel wrong to you?"

"Yes." Draven's voice was little more than a whisper.

"Is that why a host is necessary? So you aren't really killing them?"

"Not for a while anyway. It's always kinder to kill them eventually, but I'm never the one that does it. There are a handful of others who won't do it either."

"So why am I not turning yet? Why is it being so slow?" Lei sat back against the headboard.

"I have no idea. This has never happened before." 

"Are you the boss? Or whatever you want to call it?"

He surprised her with a quick laugh. "Yes, I guess you could call it that. Though we all live peacefully, sometimes it's necessary to have someone in charge. And that's when I step in, like with your situation and the one who bit you."

"Will I ever see my family again?"

"That's enough questions for tonight. Please, get some rest. No one is going to harm you. I'll be right outside the door if you need anything." Draven stood and made it to the door in record time. 

As Lei watched the door close, she slumped. His leaving meant that no, she would never see her family again. Tears sprang unbidden to her eyes, and she dashed them away. From what Draven had said, it would be stupid for her to run now. She would wait until she turned and had a hold of herself and this...this hunger, and then she would go where she wanted. Then, she would see her family. 

For now, she would rest, but in the morning, she wanted to call her parents.

The next two days passed in agony for Lei. Draven never came back into her room, and the young girl that brought her food and escorted her to the bathroom was no help at all. She answered no questions, and didn't really speak. No one else came in. She was bored, worried out of her mind, and she wanted some more answers. Finally, around eight o'clock that night there was noise from outside of her room.

Lei strained her ears and focused, and suddenly the sounds outside the door became clear.

"Draven, it's not safe. What is she?"

"I don't know Fredrick. And she's a mere girl, and half mortal at that. If she becomes dangerous, we'll just have to kill her. I'm telling you I doubt it."

"You're putting us all at risk. Just because you were made the unofficial leader doesn't give you right to put us in jeopardy. Either get rid of her or kill her. Do something. Or I will." 

Lei gasped and brought her hand to her mouth. Their voices were as clear as if they were standing right next to her. Was that part of what she was 'gifted' with? She hadn't asked for any of this. And now this Fredrick character was a breath away from taking her life, or getting rid of her, whatever that meant.

The door creaked open, and Lei decided to play dumb. No need to show her hand just yet.

"You need to put something on that door. Those hinges are terribly annoying." Lei tried to sound haughty.

"Why did you gasp?"

"Pardon me?" Lei adopted a frown.

"Why did you gasp, Lei. I heard you." Draven strode purposefully across the room.

"I don't know what you mean. I yawned. Maybe that was it." 

A strong hand shot out and captured her by the throat. Draven only applied enough pressure to make her struggle to get oxygen. He wanted her scared; off balance. He could read her that way.

Lei's eyes flew wide, and because of her wrists being restrained she couldn't even try and pry his hand from her neck.

"Why. Did. You. Gasp."

"Fredrick." She finally croaked. 

Draven instantly released his hold, looking disgusted with the situation. The hurting her part, in particularly. How Lei knew this, she wasn't sure.

"You heard." His voice was flat.

"Yes. Why does he want me dead? The real dead, not the undead."

"Because you're the first to stay partially human. You're a threat to all of us. I don't even know how long to hold you here until it's safe. You might turn tomorrow, or you might turn in a year." Draven paced uncomfortably.

"How am I a threat? Because I could tell people? Who on earth would believe me?" 

"More people than you would imagine. There are a lot of people out there who are believers. Moreover, there are more hunters than you could guess. They're the ones we worry about. What if you let something slip about us? They could wipe out our family."

"What are you worried for? You won't be the one to finish me off." Lei sat back against the headboard, defeated.

"I worry because I don't particularly like violence. I've only been a vampire for fifty years. I used to be a doctor. I used to save people. Now I kill them." Draven looked away from her and sat in the chair.

"Could I take a shower?"

"Could it wait? The women are all gone."

"I'd prefer to have one now. It's been three days."

"I have to come in with you. I can't trust you." Something in his eyes made him seem sad about that.

"At this stage in the game, the pope could watch me. I just feel gross."

"All right then, come on." His fingers moved nimbly as he untied the scarves. 

Lei stood and took a moment to stretch, wallowing in the feeling of her arms extended straight up above her head. Draven watched her every move, expecting her to bolt. Lei actually managed to laugh.

"I'm not running away, I assure you. My shoulders hurt from being in one position for so long."

Lei made her way to the bathroom and turned on the water. The hotter the better. She had street grime and dirt caked to her legs, even though it was apparent someone had tried to wash her up the night she arrived. But a bleeding, unconscious burden wasn't exactly the best candidate for the royal treatment.

Draven had followed her in, and he looked everywhere but directly at her. After putting the lid of the toilet seat down, he sat upon it, looking more than a little uncomfortable.

"Why aren't you dark and brooding and terrifying? Why have I never seen you once with blood dripping off your chin? Why am I not scared to death of you?" Lei was a little self-conscious stripping, but she could already feel the steam from the water and it carried her worries away in wisps.

"Because vampires are portrayed at their worst for the fear factor. It's not all bloodlust and death. We're...normal, for the most part. We just have different desires. I would love to be able to work still. I enjoyed it." Draven released his breath in a whoosh as the shower curtain finally closed. 

"Can I call my parents? I can promise they're worried to death, and they have probably called the authorities."

"No." It pained him to have to give her that answer. There was something about her that intrigued him. Something that made him want to protect her.

"No. No I can't call, or no they aren't worried?"

"Both."

Lei paused with a handful of shampoo. She was finally wet, with dirty water swirling to the drain around her feet. She bit her bottom lip and raised her arms, applying the shampoo. She would kill to have a razor. The thought caused her to choke back a laugh at the morbid thought.

Suddenly, the shower curtain pulled from the wall about a foot, and Draven's face poked into the opening.

"They don't remember you."

"What do you mean?"

"We...blocked them. Removed everything about you from the house. It's safely in storage, in case the day comes you can go back. As far as they know, they never had a daughter."

Lei's hands had stilled, and shampoo stung her eyes. 

"They...just forgot about me? Just like that?"

"Lovely, not just like that. If it were up to them, they would search to the ends of the earth for you. We did a version of mind control on them. In effect, we erased their memory. We can reverse it, if the time comes. They were frantic. But this is much more...humane, yes?"

Lei stuck her face under the water to get the shampoo from her eye, and to mask the tears that slipped from beneath her lids. She was raw; open. Draven could hear every thought in her head, and it killed him. Not sure what else to do, he stepped one leg into the enclosure and pulled her to his chest, out of the spray of water.

Lei dropped her head to him and sobbed. Tears fell unrestrained, and his shirt and front of his pants were quickly soaked from her wet body. Draven caught himself swallowing hard, feeling emotional. How anti-vampire can you be? Her entire body shuddered as she sobbed, and the last three days were released. Draven gently held her with one arm and stroked her back with the other, willing her to stop crying, and to stop thinking such dismal thoughts.

He could only hear her half the time- but once she was full vampire he would hear everything until she learned to block him. Lei sniffled and sobbed harder, shaking her head back and forth, in disbelief that this had happened to her. What about her friends, her job? Draven decided to experiment, and he opened his mind to her, and willed her strength and courage. He mentally comforted her, explaining that her friends had also been controlled. So had her co-workers and boss. 

Somehow it made her cry harder. Maybe it was the fact that she was so insignificant that she could be erased from a person so completely, in such a short amount of time. Maybe she was just tired. Maybe she was hungry.

Lei laughed thickly through her tears. "I am hungry." More sobbing.

Draven quickly closed his mind to her. It was best he did that before the he caught up with the fact she was naked and trembling in his arms. 

"Come on sweets, let's get you washed up."

Lei stood mostly motionless while Draven soaped up a sponge and washed her. She sniffled and hiccupped occasionally, but had turned mostly silent. He put the sponge in her hand and ordered her to wash her...womanly parts. He wasn't ready for that. He stayed half in, half out of the shower, concerned her mental anguish would give way to physical impairment and she would pass out. Lei sniffled some more, and finished rinsing off. 

Draven stepped out of the shower and grabbed her towel, then stepped to the far side of the room, out of her way. Lei wrapped the towel around her body and stepped out, looking at herself in the mirror.

"Eek. I look like death warmed over. No offense. Could I get some make up?"

"I'll have one of the women get you some. I don't know anything about that stuff." Draven shuffled to the door.

"Is there any gel in here? Mousse?" She opened the cabinet door, and let out a yelp of delight.

"Thank God. I won't have to be ugly for long." 

Lei felt better. Between the shower, getting pretty, and crying her heart out to mister captor, she was ready to go. As she gelled her hair, the natural curls bounced back.

"Your hair was straight." Draven spoke from the doorway.

"Yep. The beauty of a flat iron." Lei flashed a smile, and Draven felt it down in his gut.

"You look different. Better."

Lei lifted her eyes, and their gazes met through the mirror. Suddenly there was a spark of attraction; a sliver of tension wound its way between them. Lei felt her face flush as she realized she was clothed only in a towel, and Draven's entire front was soaked from her body. She swallowed hard, trying to control her thoughts from going down that road straight to the gutter.

It was a lost cause. His tight-fitted black tee-shirt already showed off his muscles to perfection, but add to that it was wet...it clung to him like a second skin. His jeans were also wet on the front, but they were more loosely fitted, so she couldn't get a good look at anything. He stepped to the side and the light caught his belt buckle, and Lei quickly averted her eyes, and focused on just herself in the mirror. 

Draven had heard bits and pieces of her thoughts, and it was just enough to know that she found him attractive. Well, it was a two way street, and he sure as hell was attracted to her. He'd noticed the minute she was brought in, but he'd been fighting it. She wasn't 'his', so to speak. But he wanted her to be. The thought jolted through him and he shook his head to clear it. What was he thinking? 

"I think I trust you to stay here. I'm going to go change and I'll try and rummage some cosmetics for you. There are all kinds of clothes in the closet and drawers. Help yourself. Then I'll take you on a tour of our little town." Draven spun on his heel and left the room.

Lei let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding, and headed for the bedroom. True to his word, there were drawers and racks and more drawers full of any kind of clothing you'd be able to imagine. She almost wondered if this stuff was from victims...but she pushed the thought aside. She found a pair of panties and knocked the thought away of how unsanitary that must be, and then came across a pair of jeans.

She threw on the bottom articles of clothing, and started worrying about a bra. She was rather large chested, and nothing in these drawers was going to be big enough for her. Did these bras belong to first graders or what? She bit her bottom lip, then finally came across a red tank top with a built in bra. It was going to have to do. In the closet, she rummaged for something to put over her cami, and finally settled on a black button down shirt. Perfect.

About that time Draven reappeared holding a small silver bag. He held out his hand and offered it to her.

"It's one of the girls' emergency kits. She said you could keep it."

"That's not necessary. I'll buy my own once I'm allowed out. Tell her I said thank you." Lei sat down and unzipped the bag, eagerly rummaging through its contents.

"You can do that yourself. You'll meet her shortly. I've asked her to help you get your bearings. Give you lessons, things like that. Her name is June."

"Is she nice?" Lei applied concealer under her eyes then dusted her face with powder.

"Very sweet. She's been a vampire for about twenty years. She knows what she's doing." Draven propped himself in the doorway.

"Hmm. Ya know what's funny? I am not completely offended by all this. Disbelieving, yes. Hurt that I can't contact my family, yes. Why isn't this weird to me?" She lined her top lid with black eye shadow, her bottom lid with liner, and got out the mascara.

"I have no idea. You're adapting better than anyone ever has, but neither are you fully one of us. You don't make sense." He gave her a shrug.

"Well, let's be off. I'm as pretty as I'm going to get. I'm anxious to see this little town you've got going on." Lei turned and headed towards him.

Draven was taken aback. She was beautiful when she was without make up and dirty, and now she was simply gorgeous. Her eyes seemed a paler green than before, and they stood out in stark contrast to the dark make up. She was a little on the bigger side, but all curves; all woman. Draven inhaled deeply through his nose, trying to get his wits about him, but all he could smell was her soap and her arousal. He closed his eyes for a moment and worked to get her out of his olfactory system.

Finally, he opened his eyes and turned, offering her his arm.

"We are out in the country. This building used to be a plantation house, and then it was turned into a bed and breakfast. There are several guest houses- what used to be slave quarters- and there are about a hundred of us that live here."

"Wow." Lei's hand grasped the inside of his elbow as he propelled her forward.

"Everyone has a job, be it gathering food or damage control. Typically, we go far from here for our food, but your maker didn't listen well. Just what were you out doing the other night?"




Into the Darkness



"I honestly am not sure. The last thing I remember is leaving work. So maybe I was just on my way home?" She shrugged.

"You lived only about two hours from here, real travel time. We can get there much quicker. We don't need to drink from a million people to be satisfied; usually one person will feed ten of us. We aren't quite as blood-thirsty as legend proclaims."

"That's good to know."

They made their way down a small wooden staircase, and ended up in the back of the house. 

"That was the servant's stairs. I figured the less people we encountered for your first outing would be best. You still smell human, and the new ones are always a bit thirsty." Draven flashed her a grin.

"Why don't you have fangs?"

"We don't, until we feed. Even then there is just barely a lengthening of the teeth, nowhere near as dramatic as movies like to show."

"Well this is all a bit of a letdown." Lei laughed. It was music to Draven's ears.

They walked out the back door and down the steps, then through the flower garden and onto the grounds. He showed her the different guest houses, and explained that the vampires that forged a bond and 'married' lived in those houses for privacy. The single vampires lived in the main house in the individual rooms. 

"We do eat some real food. When you first turn the thought of real food makes you sick to your stomach. But after a few months it settles down and you do need to eat real food for nutritional purposes. Therefore we all take turns cooking. There is a sign-up sheet on the fridge."

"You guys are all set up. What about sunlight?"

"That's a tough one. The older you are in vampire years, the better you can withstand the light. It basically just hurts your eyes, so sunglasses are a common thing to see, even in the house. If you're out too long, you will get a form of sunburn basically, but it lasts much longer, and blisters much worse. It can lay you up for weeks at a time."

"I am going to have to write a book." She laughed again, and gasped at Draven's sharp glare.

"You will not. The less people know about us, the safer we are."

"I was kidding. Ha- ha, joke? Ever heard of one of those?"

"Sorry. I'm just edgy. That's exactly the thing some of us are afraid of with you. Remember Fredrick? He'd be the first to slit your throat."

"Yikes. I'm not going to have nightmares tonight or anything." Lei stared at him with wide eyes.

"I'll be right outside your door, as always. Nothing will happen to you."

They finished the tour of the grounds, and headed back to the house. Draven opted to take her in the front door to show her the main part of the house. While they were out walking and exploring, Lei had seen several people, either outside their houses or heading to and from places. No one approached them.

"Why didn't anyone speak to us?"

"Partially because they're afraid of you and what you know, and partially because I told them to take it easy on you."

"Nice." Lei took a deep breath while the door swung open.

The entryway was graced by a grand staircase, marble floors, and a chandelier. Lei's mouth dropped open as she took in the elegance, and Draven herded her around the corner into the kitchen.

"Hey June. This is Lorelei."

"Just Lei, please. Hi June." Lei extended her hand.

"Hey! It's nice to meet you. You're gorgeous! Glad to see you put my make up to good use!" June bypassed her hand and grabbed Lei in a hug.

"So you're going to be teaching me the ins and outs, isn't that right?"

"Yep. Wanna help with dishes?" June's cheeks dimpled as she smiled.

"Sure." 

"All right ladies, I'm off to grab a nap. Keep your eye on her June."

She rolled her eyes. "Yes master."

With a pointed glare to both the women, Draven left the room.

"Ohh, he's got the hots for you." June giggled.

"How old are you?" Lei laughed, feeling a blush creep up her face.

"I was sixteen when I was turned, so sixteen I stay. Really I should be thirty-six though." June smiled again.

Lei looked at the girl closely. Her blonde hair and ice blue eyes looked just like summer, which made her name fit perfectly. She was pretty in an all-American kind of way, and the only thing that betrayed the fact she was a vampire was that she was far paler than she should have been at the beginning of fall. She should be sun-bronzed and glowing. Instead, she looked slightly sickly.

"Yeah, I know. It comes with the territory." June sunk her hands into the water to grab a plate.

"Sorry. I didn't know you would know..."

"Not all of us can read minds. Most can read emotions, if that makes sense. Faces, expressions, eyes, all that jazz. Some of us can just get snippets of what someone is thinking, others can get the whole thing. I'm one that can get it all, except...you're blocking some of what you think."

"Blocking? What does that mean?"

"Once you learn how, you can shut your mind to outside influences, so no one can read your thoughts. You don't know that trick yet, but still you're doing it. You'll have to work on it. It comes in handy, trust me." 

"All this is enough to make my head spin. I might need to lie down. So unreal."

June passed her a plate. "It gets easier, you know, after a while."

"What does?"

"Missing your family and friends. Maybe one day you can see them again. I got to see my parents again before..." 

"Did they die?"

June just gave a small shake of her head. "We took a chance. At the time there were a couple new ones with us, and Draven never really liked them. Wanted to get them out of here as soon as they were able to control themselves. Well, they weren't invited to my homecoming party, but they crashed it." 

"Oh, June, I'm so sorry." Lei laid her hand on June's arm.

"Before we could comprehend what was happening, they each had one of my parents, and, well, that was that. I killed one of them, you know. The only thing I've ever killed. Draven did the other."

"That speaks highly of him. From what he has told me, he doesn't like to kill anyone. Or thing, as the case may be."

"He doesn't. Draven is like my big brother. I laugh, he laughs. I hurt, he hurts. Anyway, that night kind of bonded us together, you know?" 

"I can only imagine. I hope...well, if I get to stay here, I hope we can be friends. I like you." Lei gave her a smile.

June flung her arms around Lei's shoulders, soapy hands and all. "Yes! We'll be the best of friends!"

The women finished the dishes then made some tea, taking it to the living room to talk. People came and went, and finally they started speaking to her, although it was usually just a quick hello. Lei was feeling more at ease in the house, now that people were being a little friendlier. She found her mind wandering, wondering where Draven was.

"He's just about to wake up. He'll come find you."

"Wow, that is going to take some serious getting used to." Lei laughed.

"It does. Can you tap our thoughts yet?"

"I'm not sure... I seemed to acquire super-sonic hearing earlier though." She shuddered at the memory.

"Fredrick is an ass. Watch yourself around him, but he's mostly just an ass." 

"It's pretty intimidating and scary when someone wants to slit your throat. That's not really something I'm used to."

"No doubt. Well, Draven will be walking through that doorway in about fifteen seconds. You go take that nap you've been dreaming about, and I'll catch up with you later. See ya!" June bopped back into the kitchen.

On cue, Draven came around the corner. Lei rolled her eyes.

"She told you I was coming, didn't she?"

"Nope. Nothing strange going on here. June promised I could take a nap. Care to escort me?" Lei stood and headed towards him.

"I'd love nothing more." Draven bowed and offered his arm.

"I'm going to ask you something weird. Do you mind?"

"I'm sure anything you ask can't be any weirder than what goes on around here." Draven led the way to the staircase.

"When I was a little girl, I was afraid of the dark. I still am. Would you mind sitting with me?"

Draven gaped at her. "You're scared of the dark?"

"Yeah." Lei swallowed hard, feeling heat rise to her cheeks.

"But...you're going to be a vampire, and the dark time is...oh hell." He shoved a hand through his hair.

"I've thought of that, thank you. Please don't make a big deal about this. Never mind. I shouldn't have told you." Lei tried to pull her hand from the crook of his arm, but Draven laid his free hand over her fingers.

"No, I'm glad you told me. It's something I need to know. Don't be embarrassed. I'll stay with you." He smiled. 

"Thank you." Lei couldn't meet his gaze. She was a grown woman, half vampire or so, and she was afraid of the dark. What a wimp.

They finally arrived outside of her room. Draven followed her in and sat in his usual chair. Lei rummaged through the drawers and came up with some suitable pajamas. When she returned from the bathroom, Draven had his feet on the edge of the bed, kicked back in the chair with a book in his lap.

"What are you reading?"

"How to turn a half vampire chick into a real one."

"Really? You found a book about it?" Lei rushed to his side, and eagerly looked over his shoulder.

"No, oh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have teased."

Lei slugged him in the shoulder. They gasped at the same time, both shocked at her strength.

"Wow. Supersonic hearing, check. Super human strength, check. What's next?"

"I have no idea, but for some reason, I bet I'm the one that gets to be the guinea pig." Draven dropped his feet to the floor and looked at her.

She'd changed into a pair of soft, faded gray yoga pants, and a black tank top. She had also pulled her dark, curly hair up into a sloppy ponytail high upon her head. Even in those comfortable clothes, she still sent off vibes of sex appeal, and Draven was entranced. He'd never gotten this...curious about a woman before. Sexual urges, yes. Desire, yes. Thirst, yes. But for some reason, he wanted to get to know Lei. Really know what was deep inside her heart and soul. And it scared the hell out of him.

Lei scooted to the head of the bed and lifted the blankets, sliding her legs in then laid down. She laid her head on the pillow and looked at him. She focused on opening her mind...she wanted him to read her thoughts so she didn't have to voice her request. Draven stared at her inquiringly, wondering if she knew what she was doing. She was projecting her thoughts to him. And they surprised him. 

"Do you realize what you're doing?"

"Yes." Her eyes fluttered shut.

Draven took a deep breath, and against everything in his being telling him not to get involved, he climbed into bed next to her. He lay on top of the blankets, however, and rolled onto his side so he was facing her. Lei turned her head to look at him, and he saw the confusion and pain still lying behind those green eyes. He lifted his hand and began stroking her hair away from her face at her temple. His fingertips brushed her skin at the hairline, and she sighed.

His hand moved downwards in slow, even strokes, and he caressed her neck and jaw with the backs of his fingers. Lei turned her face into his hand, and his fingers stroked her cheek. She turned her head a bit father and pressed a quick kiss to his palm. Draven wanted to jerk back but he held steady. Suddenly it hit him- he was the one she bonded with, and he was the one she was going to love. This was a terrible idea. But she was so soft, so warm next to his hard lines and coldness, he couldn't move.

Finally she sent him another thought, and his hand ceased its caressing, and he scooted down and wrapped his arm around her middle. Lei brought one hand up and grasped his fingers, giving them a squeeze of thanks. 

Bit by bit she relaxed, and finally her breathing evened out. She was asleep. But for some reason, Draven didn't move. In fact he fell asleep next to her.

"NO!" Draven jerked upright, blinking at his surroundings.

"What's wrong?"

A quick glance at the clock showed him that three hours had passed. Three hours? That was unheard of. He never took- damn it all. He had bigger fish to fry than worrying about how long he'd slept for. 

"Nothing," Draven untangled himself from Lei's arms and blankets and lurched across the room.

"Liar." Lei stood and followed him out.

Even though she was about ten seconds behind him, she discovered that she had perhaps half the speed of a real vampire. It was coming in handy, and she was able to keep Draven in her sights as he wound his way through the house.

She lost him around a corner, and wasn't sure which way he'd gone. Lei stopped and closed her eyes, and listened.

".....kidding me? Absolutely not."

"You know the rules Draven. She is mine! I am her maker, and she belongs to me!"

"Listen Ken, you threw the rules out the window on this one. And I have a feeling she will never 'belong' to anyone. So back off."

"I'll have her, you watch."

"Listen, you son of a bitch, you will not treat her like a piece of meat. You will not treat her like your project, do you hear me? You aren't experienced enough to have her! What don't you get? You'll hurt her and break her! She isn't strong enough."

"I picked her for a reason, and I'll have her for that reason. Back off, Draven."

The door slammed open and Lei jumped. Before she had a chance to make it back around the corner, a man appeared. He was most certainly not Draven. But he looked familiar. 

"Hello Lei, remember me?"

"No. Should I?"

"How precious. I think you're playing coy with me." He advanced on her, and Lei back away two steps for every one he took.

"Ken! Goddamit, get back here!" Draven rounded the corner and screeched to a halt.

"Shut up. Lei, you know me. Think darling, think." Ken's smile was sickly at best.

Lei had never been so confused in her life. She felt like she should know him, but couldn't put her finger on it. She worried her bottom lip with her teeth and tried to bring the picture into focus, but couldn't.

"Oh, that's right, they probably erased you. Let me remedy that..."

"Don't do it, Ken. What are you even talking about?" Draven's face was set in murderous lines.

"Lei and I were like this, weren't we doll face?" Ken held up two crossed fingers.

"No, I'm sorry. I don't have any idea who you are."

"You will." His eyes glinted with malice.

"Ken, I'm warning you..."

Lei gasped and doubled over, clutching her stomach and gasping for breath. The rush of memories literally took her breath away. They flew through her mind like someone throwing an envelope of pictures at her, one by one.

Draven stiffened as he saw what Lei did. She was weak, and her mind was completely open. She and Ken had been together. They grew up together, and then dated a couple years out of high school. She dumped him for another guy. Ken wanted revenge.

The whole process took only seconds, but it felt like a lifetime. Ken stalked forward and grabbed Lei by her hair, jerking her head up so she had to look at him. Her eyes grew wide as she still struggled to catch her breath, and Draven took that first step forward.

Ken pulled her hair with enough force to send her to her knees. Her scalp burned and her eyes watered, even as her chest felt like it was on fire. She still gasped for air. Draven didn't know exactly what Ken had in mind, but it was like his whole word turned red.

One second he was heading towards Ken, and the next he was pulling the knife out of his boot. Ken released Lei's hair and she collapsed onto the floor covering her face. She knew it was coming. She saw it coming.

Draven's knife barely had time to glint in the light before he slit Ken's throat, sending him sprawling. Draven knelt over top of him and severed his head in an instant, barely getting winded. Two men appeared from around the corner, and the body was removed from the floor and taken into a nearby room. Another man appeared and took the head. 

Lei made no effort to move her hands from her face. She just wanted out of that hallway and back into her bed. Strong arms slid behind her back and beneath her knees, and she was lifted high into the air.

Draven carried her silently back to her room, leaving his 'family' behind him, frozen with shocked awe.

"Draven, you know we need to talk about this." Fredrick appeared out of nowhere the instant he closed Lei's door.

"Quiet. She can hear." Draven stalked down the hallway and the stairs, heading out the front door.

Fredrick was right on his heels. As much of a pain as Fredrick was, he was an older vampire, and he did have good suggestions every once in a while. Draven just didn't particularly care for his ideas about Lei. 

"I think it's why she can't turn all the way. Has anyone that's been erased ever become a vampire?" 

A group had followed them out the door, June included. They all muttered. No one had any idea. If they'd been erased, they wouldn't know they had. Lei was a mystery. They kept discovering things that were vampire traits, but obviously she still needed to breathe. They knew that thanks to Ken.

June piped up. "What was Ken going to do to her?"

"He was going to make her pay. It all happened so fast I couldn't get a read on him, but I saw their memories through Lei. He was never very nice to her when they were together, and that's why she broke it off for another man. As far as what Ken had in mind, I just don't know." Draven shoved his hand through his hair.

"Was it enough to kill him?" Fredrick raised an eyebrow.

"He picked her deliberately the other night. He knew who she was. He maliciously chose her. That is something we cannot abide. We thought it was because he's new, but it's not. He wanted to make her suffer. What if he did that again? What then? So I...took care of it." Draven groaned inwardly. Fredrick was such a trouble maker. He was going to drag this out forever.

"I still say you were a bit hasty. But, it is one less mouth to feed." Fredrick removed his glasses and cleaned them with a cloth from his breast pocket. "Never much liked him anyway."

The group disbanded, and not another word was spoken. They all pretty much had the same feelings about Ken, and it was no big loss. Draven stood in silence, shocked that Fredrick let it go. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, he turned to head in to check on Lei. He'd left her sleeping. June blocked his path.

"What does it mean, 'Ven?

"What do ya mean, what does it mean?" He avoided her eyes.

"Either you're her big brother now, or you're her lover. Which is it?" June looked deadly serious.

"It doesn't have to be either." He glanced away.

"It does and you know it. That's just our nature. You're just lucky I was still in love with a human when you saved me." Her dimples popped as she smiled at him.

"You're a handful, June. I don't know what to do with you some days."

"For what it's worth, she's attracted to you. She'd be madly in love with you already, if not for the fact she's only a halfsie." Again, those dimples. Draven just shook his head.

"All right, you little vixen. I have to go check on our guest." He made his way past her, but June's hand flew out and she caught his arm.

"Be good to her. And watch your back around her. You're getting distracted." June released him and disappeared. 

Draven rolled his eyes. What a day this had turned into. 

Lei came awake slowly. She was a bit disoriented, but after a few moments she remembered the events of the day. She shuddered. She hadn't even watched Draven kill Ken, but she saw it happen in her mind's eye. The fact that Draven killed him said a lot...but she just wasn't quite sure what it was. Did he like her? Love her? Or was he just protecting her, and would have done it for anyone?

She rolled to her stomach and closed her eyes again. She saw him, standing there proud and tall, ready to take on anything for her. His hair was brown, and almost had a reddish glint to it. His eyes were a peculiar shade of brown, but she'd noticed everyone's eyes were pretty light, no matter what the color. Maybe that was part of the vampire gene. She would guess he was about six foot four, and he was covered in muscle. Aside from the fact he had vampire strength, he would have been strong on his own. 




Into the Darkness



What was this she was feeling about him? Was it gratitude that he'd saved her life, or did she really just like him that much? Lei was confused. She'd had a trying past few days, to put it lightly. She still wanted to see her family. But remembering June's story, maybe it was best she stayed away. 

She leaned up and punched the pillow in disgust. She didn't know what she wanted, who she was, or what the rest of her life was going to be like. She didn't even have her own clothes. Tears sprang to her eyes and she angrily dashed them away. There was no time for crying. She never gave into it often before, and she certainly wasn't going to now. 

The door gave its familiar creak, and Lei's eyes opened. Of course it was Draven, and he had an odd expression on his face. 

"What's wrong now?"

"Nothing. You just never shut your mind, so I've been hearing you the whole time."

"That's just fantastic." Lei closed her eyes, embarrassed of what he'd heard.

"Don't be embarrassed. I've just never heard your thoughts that completely before." He took his chair.

"What do we do now, Draven? What's life like now? Do I work? Do I stay here, imprisoned in this gilded cage?" 

"Eventually, you can go back to work. I just can't answer you when. But I do have a feeling you're not going to change all the way. I think you just acquired the good parts of being a vampire, without this bloodlust business." He tried to smile.

"So I'd be safe to be out in public?"

"As far as I know. You haven't been around a human since this happened. Tomorrow, I'll take you into a town and see how you react. If nothing happens, then...I guess you're free to go." For some reason this made him uncomfortable. He tried to tell himself that it was because he didn't know for sure if she was going to stay as she was. But deep down, he knew differently.

"You won't let me do anything stupid, will you?"

"Of course not. You'll be completely safe."

Silent tears fell, leaving twin trails on her cheeks. Draven moved in and cupped her face, catching them with his thumbs. 

"Come on, don't cry. You can go shopping. Women like shopping. You can get new clothes and shoes and...a purse! Women like shoes and purses." Draven tried to get her to smile, and finally a slight quirk of her lips broke free.

"So stereotypical. I'm surprised at you." Lei sniffled.

Draven dropped his hands and acted offended. "It is not. It's a proven fact."

They both ignored the real issues and the events of the day. Lei just wasn't ready to try and sort that out quite yet. 

"Hey, it will be daylight. Is that going to be okay?"

"Yeah. We do have to go out sometimes in the day. There's a strip mall that is lined with trees. I can hang in the shade. It'll be fine."

The next morning came, dreary and rainy. It was also pretty chilly for so early in the fall. Lei was grateful that Draven had never tied her back up. She supposed since he could see into her mind, he would know if she was about to make a break for it. But the truth was that she didn't really have a desire to escape. It wasn't like they were trying to harm her in any way. She did want to get back to her loved ones, but she would wait until it was safe. 

Up early, with the sun barely trying to make its presence known, Lei drew herself a bubble bath. The smell of lavender rose up to greet her and she felt a smile touch her lips. Ahh, simple pleasures, but they were heady. Who would have thought a bubble bath could bring that much joy? She stripped out of her pajamas and stepped into the fragrant water, easing down until just her head and knees showed.

Lei had turned on the radio on the counter, and rock music played quietly in the background. She'd laughed at her choice for her relaxation time, but it was the only station that came in without any static. She gripped the edge of the tub with one hand and closed her eyes. She didn't want to drown in the tub. That would be counter-productive. That startled a laugh from herself, and after yesterday, she couldn't believe she felt this normal.

Draven made his way to Lei's room, curious to why he sensed her being up and about so early. He hoped yesterday hadn't spooked her too badly, and that she wasn't planning to make a run for it. He opened her door as quietly as he could, and saw that she wasn't in the bed. A frown furrowed his brow as he gave a quick search of the room. Finally he smelled lavender and saw light coming from under the bathroom door.

Of course. She was up getting ready for their day. Draven couldn't begin to puzzle out why he was so drawn to her. It seemed like if he was away from her for too long, he got antsy, and that just wasn't like him. He tried to blame it on the fact he was worried about her getting away, but he knew deep down that had very little to do with it. But discovering what 'it' was, was proving to be a challenge. 

Just to be sure she wasn't setting him up; Draven moved to the bathroom door and opened it slowly. He should have known he had nothing to worry about. Music was playing quietly, and Lei laid in the tub, her fingers tapping out the beat on the edge. Her head was back, eyes closed, and all that was exposed was her knees. Fluffy bubbles encased her, and she looked like she wouldn't rather be anywhere else.

Draven studied her for a moment, drinking in her face, the way her eyebrows arched, the way her lashes cast tiny shadows on her cheeks. There wasn't much else to see, other than her hair being piled on top of her head, and tendrils stuck to the curve of her neck. He literally felt his mouth water at those curls and he was jealous of the way they were allowed to cling to that sweet, pale skin. 

He felt his teeth lengthen, and quickly looked away. That was more of an arousal reaction than a blood thirsty one, but he didn't want to take any chances. Draven moved from the doorway quietly and closed the door behind him. He sat in the wingback chair and waited for her to return to the bedroom. 

Lei finally had enough relaxing, surprised that she hadn't fallen asleep. She credited the lively music for that. Quickly washing her hair, she scrubbed her body, rinsed and got out. She dried off a little and wrapped her hair in the towel, then grabbed a new one to wrap around her body. Turning up the music a little, she opened the door to let the steam out and danced to the cupboard for lotion. 

Slathering herself up, she sang along with the radio, and gyrated her hips while she put mousse in her hair. Another song she knew came on, and Lei squealed in excitement. It was one of her favorites, and she hadn't heard it forever. She turned it up a little more, and danced around while she moisturized and powdered her face. She had to stop moving long enough to put her make up on, but that didn't take long. Lei headed out of the bathroom, singing and dancing her way to the dresser.

She was, obviously, clueless to the fact Draven was waiting in the wings. 

He was loathe to stop her. She was so free. So light. So happy. He didn't want that to end. But he knew it would soon enough, and it was probably better to alert her to his presence than to let her figure it out for herself. He really enjoyed watching her though, and part of that troubled him.

"You're up bright and early."

"Whha!" Lei spun around, slamming her rear end into the dresser.

"Sorry." Draven did his best to look sheepish. But he felt like the cat that got the cream.

"Holy crap, you scared me half to death!" Lei rolled her eyes at the choice of words.

"I didn't want to disturb you. You have a beautiful voice. And you've got some moves on ya." He flashed a grin, and Lei felt it to her toes.

"If I knew I had an audience, I would have tried harder." She recovered from her shock admirably. 

"If you knew you had an audience, you wouldn't have been half as free. I enjoyed watching you, even if it makes me a pervert." Another thousand watt smile.

"Only a little bit. I'm almost ready. When does that mall thingy open?"

"Eight I believe, but if not, we'll grab coffee and breakfast."

"Oh, that sounds good either way." Lei turned back to the dresser and dug around for a pair of panties.

Draven felt like he should do the gentlemanly thing and leave her for some privacy. But something stronger kept him in his chair. 

Lei walked to the closet, seeming unaffected that she was wearing nothing but a smile and a towel, but that was far from true. She was attracted to Draven like no one would believe, and she was secretly aroused that he was seeing her in such a compromising way. However, he'd held her while she was dripping wet and naked in the shower only days ago, so this should be a piece of cake. Maybe that was why she wasn't self-conscious.

Draven didn't track her movements by turning his head, but he kept her in his peripheral vision. He watched as she pulled out a pair of jeans and checked the size, and then pulled the panties and pants up under her towel. She never asked him to leave or turn his head. He got a flash of upper thigh and a peek of her ass, but that was about it. She dug deeper into the closet and produced a white tank top with a built in bra, and tugged that on over her head as she let the towel drop.

That time, he got a quick peek of her breasts, but a longer glance at her tummy before she tugged the shirt the rest of the way down. Her skin looked so soft that his hands longed to touch it. He wanted his fingers trailing over that expanse of skin, wanted to kiss it, to taste her. 

Draven mentally shook himself. This was not a great time to be fantasizing about her. They were about to be alone for the day. No way to get away from her and get her out of his system. 

Lei fluffed her hair as she looked for something to put on over the tank top, and finally settled on a hunter green sweater. It was a little small, but it would have to do. She turned to tell Draven she was ready, but the look in his eyes stopped her cold.

He looked like...he wanted to devour her. But somehow she knew that he didn't want to suck her blood. It was that sexually charged, devour your soul kind of look. It was intense enough she hissed a breath through her teeth. Draven glanced up and met her eyes, and Lei swallowed hard. His eyes flickered down to her throat for a split second, and then he met her gaze again.

"I'm ready." Her voice was husky.

"I see that." Draven stood, trying to shake off the effects of his lust. It didn't work very well.

Lei thought that maybe if he kissed her, that would satisfy some curiosity and they could go on about their business. But the look on his face said that he doubted it.

As they drove closer to town, Lei could smell something. Her mind opened in her confusion, and Draven almost hit the brakes and turned around.

"It's humans."

"That's what I smell? That's what they smell like?"

"Yes. Do you want to go back?" 

"No. It isn't...appealing to me, if you know what I mean. It's just weird." Lei sat back in her seat.

Overall, the day was uneventful. She did sniff out a few that were appealing, but she still had enough human in her that sucking their blood was a turn off. Draven was tapped into her thoughts and sighed with relief. They had had a nice time, even if he couldn't always accompany her into stores. Lei had managed to buy several pairs of jeans, enough shirts for two weeks, panties, a couple new bras, and a few pairs of shoes. And yes, she walked out of the shoe store with a new purse. Draven had laughed and shot her a look that said she proved his point. To which Lei stuck out her tongue. He laughed again.

Much to her surprise, her stomach growled as they headed back into the country. It was only a little after noon, and they hadn't eaten breakfast, though they did grab a cup of coffee.

Draven more heard it mentally than with his ears, and he chuckled.

"Want to stop?"

"No, I'll make something at the house. I'd just as soon get you out of the sunlight."

"It's no trouble."

"It's fine, Draven." 

Lei knew she had said his name before...but it tasted good on her tongue. This time was different. The shape her lips made as she pronounced it, the way her tongue hit the back of her teeth on the 'd'. Even the way her breath whooshed from her mouth as she finished the sentence felt erotic. A glance to the side proved she wasn't the only one to hear it.

Draven's jaw was set, a muscle twitching down the side of his face. He white knuckled the steering wheel and kept his eyes planted firmly on the road.

"What is this, between us? I don't understand it." Lei looked down at the dashboard.

He took his time answering, and finally said, "I'm not a hundred percent sure, and I don't really understand either."

"Is this an effect of me changing?"

"Partially."

"Draven..." Again, his name felt good on her lips. He felt it too, deep in his gut.

"Typically, when you change someone, they develop affection for their maker. Usually, your maker leads you through things and teaches you. If it's a man and a women, ordinarily they end up falling in love and being together forever. Your case has been different all the way around."

"So you think that because you've been my 'teacher' I've put my affection onto you?"

"I would assume so, yes."

"I don't think so. I think...that I'm...attracted to you because I want to be. I don't think there are any magic spells and voodoo about it."

"We will probably never know." Draven shrugged a shoulder and shot her a glance.

"So what's your excuse?"

The car jerked as Draven clenched up and spun in his seat to face her.

"Excuse?"

"Yeah, and please watch the road. Maybe get back in your lane." Lei felt a smile tickle the corners of her mouth. "If your theory is that because you're my teacher, what's your excuse for being attracted to me?"

"Who says I am?" He shot back.

"Not a soul." Lei blasted him with her most wide-eyed innocent look, her emerald eyes almost glowing.

Draven growled. 

"All right. I am. And I'm guessing it goes with the whole 'the teacher falls in love back' part of the story, all right?"

"All right." Lei was mocking him. 

Draven couldn't figure out why she was bringing this up and what she hoped to accomplish. He didn't know what they were doing any more than she did. He didn't have all the answers, which bothered him, but there was just something about her...he wanted her for keeps. He wasn't sure she would be able to handle hearing that right now. 

Lei just wanted to know if what she was feeling for him was real. She liked him, and was probably well on the road to loving him. And she was attracted to him...was she ever. Draven...she dreamt about him, thought about him when she wasn't with him. It was like her whole existence had narrowed to a pin-point, and he was the only thing she could see sometimes. Apparently, her big teddy bear wasn't ready to hear all that. So she kept to herself.

Hours later Lei lounged in her bed reading a book. Draven had disappeared the moment they got back...she figured he was hiding. In her brain she heard him deny it, which just caused her to laugh. He growled, and then she didn't hear him anymore. 

"So freaking weird. Really gotta get used to that." She shook her head to clear it, then went back to her book.

Somehow, the wimpy hero in the romance novel June let her borrow paled in comparison to Draven. After only a few paragraphs, her mind drifted. She thought about his eyes, and the way they flashed at her. The way his gaze would drift to her mouth and he acted like it didn't. His sharp features; his big, protective body. She assumed the rest of him would be big as well, and the thought caused her to shiver in delight. 

Lei was just warming to her mental perusal of her captor, when he appeared at her doorway. She jumped in surprise, and felt her face flush, considering the direction her thoughts had taken. Draven's eyes narrowed, but she must have been blocking because he didn't act like he'd caught on to anything.

He came and sat on the edge of her bed, facing away from her. 

"I don't know what this is, Lei. I really don't. But I am obsessed with you. I don't know how to end it. Do I even want to? This is...I've never had this happen before. I've never felt like this before. And it's uncomfortable." He still wouldn't look at her. His speech was disjointed; like he'd rather be doing anything than talking about it.

"I don't know either, Draven."

Lei bit her bottom lip and eyed the back of his head, noting his stiff shoulders and posture. Before she really knew what she was doing, Lei set her book aside and got on her knees, crawling to him. With her knees on either side of his hips, she reached and ruffled his hair with one hand, and rested the other on his shoulder.

Draven turned his head slightly to the side, one eye visible as she stroked his hair. She watched the muscle clench down his cheek, and leaned forward, pressing her lips to his temple. Draven made a noise that was part moan, part grunt of dismay. He felt the heat radiating from between her thighs, and it felt so good compared to his cold. He wanted to feel that around him; the slick warmth of her cradling him between her legs. His cock lurched to attention, and he grimaced. He didn't think he had the strength to make love to her without hurting her. She was still sort-of-human. Coming in here had been a bad idea, and he turned slightly to tell her so.

Lei's face was a scant two inches from his as he turned. Her lips were full and pink, begging to be kissed. The words he meant to say drifted from his mind as he answered the siren's call that was her mouth. 

Lei's blood fizzled as Draven placed his lips on hers. No, he didn't place them. He claimed hers. He took hers. He sucked her breath into his lungs and her tongue into his mouth. Within moments, Lei was gasping against him, her fingers curled in the cloth of his shirt, pulling him closer. She needed their bodies to align; needed to feel him pressing against her hot center. Draven helped pull her around so that she was straddling him. He left his hands on her ass and squeezed, pulling her down against him. 

As their mouths fought, Lei ground her pelvis onto him, moaning in the back of her throat at the feel of him through the layers of clothing. Her nipples hardened as she pressed her chest to his, and she opened her eyes. Draven was looking at her. They watched each other for a moment, and finally Lei let her lids drift shut. She wanted to focus on the sensations. 

Draven's hands moved to her thighs, his fingers lightly exploring. He pushed one hand between them, and used his thumb to rub against her. Lei whimpered, feeling the material press against her, slipping in her wetness to rest between her lips. Draven was mildly surprised at how ready she was, and he was still trying to talk himself out of this. It was no use.

Draven braced his arms under her ass and stood. Lei didn't miss a beat, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist. She climbed his frame to get their parts aligned again, and sighed into his mouth when she felt him against her. Draven lowered them onto the bed gently, down onto Lei's back. Her hips writhed, rubbing herself against him even as she made inarticulate noises, loving the feel of his weight pressing her down.

Lei's hands stroked his back, kneading the muscles, encouraging him to continue. As if he needed any encouragement. His mind made up, he hoped it wasn't a mistake. Draven stood and began removing his clothes. Lei lifted her hips and shoved her pajama pants down the length of her legs, then sat up halfway to tear her shirt over her head. 

He was on top of her again quickly, pressing her into the mattress. Their lips found purchase once more, even as Draven lurched forward. Lei's eyes flew open wide, and a scream of pure pleasure ripped from her throat as he filled her. Draven's mouth muffled it, and he drank it in. His hips moved quickly, thrusting himself inside of her again and again, and Lei gasped in surprise as she started to come. 




Into the Darkness



One orgasm rolled into the next, into the next, and Draven never gave her a chance to do anything but get lost in the sensation. It was a frantic, nearly violent coupling; ragged breathing and the slapping of flesh were the only sounds in the room. Lei tore her mouth free, fairly sobbing with the sensations. Her body felt like it was on fire. It was both good and bad, but mostly good. Her muscles contracted around him again, drawing him deeper, trying to trap him into staying. 

Her eyes opened and she glanced up to Draven's face; he was gritting his teeth, trying to hold back. The veins in his neck stood out, every muscle she could see straining against some inner need. Tears slipped from her eyes, and Lei tightened her grip on his shoulders, trying to gain some leverage. The sensations were so complete- so much...clearer than normal, she was overcome. 

The tug began once more in her lower belly, and she shuddered as she came again. She'd always been responsive, but this was like nothing she'd ever experienced. A groan tore from Draven's throat and he jerked spasmodically, emptying himself and filling her with his seed. Lei caught a glimpse of his teeth, and his fangs were prominent. Then her eyes drifted shut.

It took Draven a few minutes to collect himself, and when he did, his voice rumbled through her ribcage.

"Are you all right?"

"Yes."

"Why are you crying?"

"I'm not anymore. But because it was intense."

"Did I hurt you?" Draven shifted to his side, pulling her against his chest.

Lei shook her head. She didn't have much energy left for more. 

His lips drifted over her face, kissing her cheek, her eyelids, then her forehead. By then, her breathing had evened out, and she was asleep. He silently cursed himself for letting it happen, but now that it had...he was glad. Relieved. He hadn't hurt her, hadn't bit her...it was all right. He followed her to dreamland.

It happened quickly. Draven sat straight up in bed, hearing multiple voices saying, 'intruder'. Some were in his head, some were out loud. He sprang up, gathering his clothes and throwing them on.

"Lei, wake up." 

She was already blinking herself awake. He'd jarred her from her nap when he flew out of bed. 

"What does it mean? The intruder?"

"Probably a hunter. Please, let there only be one. And I hope he didn't tell his friends where he was going. Put on clothes. Come on. Let's go."

Lei jumped out of bed and found her clothes quickly, and Draven drug her through the doorway even as she was tugging her shirt back on. His goal was to find June and leave Lei with her. He opened his mind and found that they had caught him by the front door. Changing courses, he took the stairs two at a time, with Lei trailing from his arm. 

As they came to a halt in the foyer, Draven made out that this...kid, had gotten lost. He was almost out of gas, and when he saw a light in the distance, he took the chance. It was a pretty poor idea, but the kid hadn't known that. 

Now, everyone had flocked to help with the 'intruder', and he was visibly frightened. The outward signs weren't completely obvious when you had the vampires one or two at a time, but when a whole flock of pale people living in the same house charge the door...well, anyone would think something was fishy. And this kid had definitely gotten the vibe. 

Lei could smell the human...and his scent was...nicer than any of the others that she'd encountered that day at the mall. She suddenly felt hungry. Her eyes widened as the thought hit her. 

Draven was busy instructing the old vamps to get the newer ones upstairs and away from this kid. Most everyone needed to go back to what they were doing. They were going to have to erase his memory, because this was something that put all of them in danger.

Through a fog, Lei heard someone ask if he wanted anything to eat or drink. The thought made her hungrier, and she started moving towards him without much thought to what would happen when she got there. Draven had his back to her, still barking orders, and the hall had emptied, save a few that were going to do what needed done. Filling up his car, going with him back to the road and away from there, erasing him, then sending him on his way.

Lei felt her mouth water, and pricked her tongue on her teeth that had grown. Still in the haze, she didn't give it much thought. She felt like she was moving underwater, and though she was heading straight for the boy, who couldn't have been more than eighteen, no one was trying to stop her. They trusted her.

Trusted...the word broke a little of the concentration. Lei's feet halted, but the need in her belly was too great, and somehow that kept her moving. She shook her head slightly to clear it, but it did no good. She was coming up to the side and slightly behind him, and no one was paying her any mind. Something in her head screamed stop, but she was powerless to do so. It was like she was floating out of her body, watching someone else do this. 

Fredrick asked the boy his name, and she heard his reply of Jake...that made it more real...she wanted to stop, especially then. He had a name; he was real. But she was only a few steps away. She saw June out of the corner of her eye, and she had been watching the kid. Jake. Probably because he was close to her age. 

Then everything happened at once. June must've seen something in her eyes, as her own widened, and she opened her mouth to say no. Lei took that last step and leaned in...even as Draven turned and saw what was happening. The two vampires flew to Lei, June grabbing the boy, and Draven catching Lei. 

At that point it was too late. Jake had felt the very tips of Lei's teeth puncture his flesh, and he flew into a frenzy. There was no erasing that; Lei had just rewritten his chapter. Then the most curious thing occurred... June had Jake by the shoulders, and she lowered her head and bit him.

Lei snapped out of her fog, and screamed no...Draven held her tight against his chest and glanced down. Her eyes weren't glowing anymore. She had snapped out of it.

"June...are you feeding, changing him, or killing him?"

Her eyes flew to Draven, glowing ice blue, and she backed off. Jake crumpled to the floor. 

"Changing him."

"You want him?"

June only nodded. Draven sighed and released Lei from his grip. He knew there would be hell to pay with Fredrick, but at the time he had bigger fish to fry. Jake would be changing, and there wouldn't be peace in the house for weeks. 

Since Jake was the only human, Draven was fine with leaving Lei alone, so he was part of the team that carried Jake to a room and strapped him in. June got some supplies and went into the bedroom, shutting the door behind her. She'd help him get accustomed to his new life, and then she would have a mate.

Draven stopped halfway down the hallway and rested his forehead against the wall. He'd been so sure Lei was fine, and that nothing like that would have ever happened. He felt disappointed; whether at her or in his beliefs he wasn't sure. He could still smell her on his skin and taste her on his lips. He felt like he was betraying her, having doubts. But they weren't really doubts because it had happened. She'd had the urge to feed, and she almost accomplished it.

He turned and continued downstairs, wanting to find her. What he saw threw him off-guard.

The front door was hanging open, and Lei was curled into herself sitting on the front porch. Of all people, Fredrick was sitting next to her, patting her back. Her frame shook, and Draven figured she was crying. He heard Fredrick comforting her.

"It's all right, you know. It's what we do. It's who we are. I wasn't sure about you being here, about what dangers you posed to us. I will say I'm relieved you're partially one of us, but I'm disappointed too. You're much too sweet to be a creature of the night."

"When will I learn to control it?" Lei's voice was watery.

"It will take a while...but you have great teachers here, my dear. We'll all work together." Fredrick gave her shoulder a squeeze and stood up, making his way back into the house.

Draven passed the other man and Fredrick stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. Their eyes spoke. Fredrick wasn't worried about Lei doing anything to destroy their community any longer. For that, Draven was grateful. He nodded at the older man and continued through the door, shutting it behind him. 

Lei glanced up with tear drenched eyes, and when she saw Draven, they flooded over anew. She dropped her head and whispered, "I'm so ashamed."

Draven sat down and pulled her into the circle of his arms. "Ashamed? Of being who you are now? Don't. You can't help it, lovely."

"You are disappointed in me. I heard it." Lei sniffled.

Draven closed his eyes, pained. He should have made sure he was blocking.

"I think I'm mostly disappointed that you had to turn that far. I feel like I'm a monster some days. I didn't want that for you. Look at me." Draven tilted her face up so that she made eye contact with him. "I'm not mad at you, or disappointed in you, all right? I want you to understand that. I'm mad at the circumstances that put you in this situation. But...glad it happened, at the same time. I wouldn't have gotten to know you." Draven swallowed hard. "I wouldn't have gotten to love you." 

Lei's eyes searched his, and she felt him open to her, and she saw the truth of his words. Tears spilled over her eyelids again, and she managed to laugh at herself. 

"I'm not always happy about my new life, and I'm not always happy it happened. But when I look at you, I think it was worth it. I love you too. And not because the 'rules' say I have to."

Draven leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. Lei sighed against his mouth and wound her arms around his neck.

"Let's go back to bed."

Lei smiled. "That's the best plan I've heard all day."

Draven stood and pulled her up with him. "I hear vampires make the best lovers."

Lei's laughter followed them up the stairs.



Into the Darkness Ch. 02



Was it a dream? I new it wasn't. The fact that I was laying here in the darkness naked gave me a clue, and I smelled of sweat and sex. There is no mistaking that odor.

I fumbled around and found my clothes. I thought about putting them on, but decided against it. Walking across the room I pushed the door open. The light shining through the basement window was almost blinding. I stood there shielding my eyes for several minutes. 

I made my way upstairs, holding tight to the railing to keep from falling. As I entered the kitchen I noticed that it had been cleaned, top to bottom. There was a note on the table. I could smell the coffee brewing. I grabbed a cup from the cupboard and filled it, then stumbled to the table and sat down. 

The note was from Karen. She had gone shopping and would be back around two. I looked at the clock, it was one-thirty. "Time enough for a shower" I thought as I downed the coffee.

I went to the bathroom and turned the shower on. Waiting several minutes for the steam to fill the room before climbing in. Standing beneath the pulsing jets of water, I felt my head begin to clear. I thought about what had happened the night before, wondering how things would be when Karen returned. 

I leaned against the shower wall and let the water spray down. I let my thoughts go and just enjoyed the sensation. 

"Paul," a voice called from outside the door. "Are you alright." It was Karen.

"I'm fine." I said, and I really was. "I'll be right out."

I turned off the water and stepped from the shower. Drying off quickly I walked to the sink. The mirror was fogged, but I didn't care. I knew I needed a shave. Grabbing my razor I started to shave the stubble that had accumulated on my face. As the room started to cool rivulets of water began to run down the mirror. Suddenly I stopped, staring into the mirror as the rivulets formed an image. Julie's face appeared in the mirror, soft and kind. She was smiling at me and I knew what she was trying to say.

"Yes," I said, in a whisper. "It is alright. And I love you too."

As I stood there staring, the image seemed to melt away as the water continued to condense on the mirror.

A sense of peace came over me, and I knew it was OK. 

Wrapping a towel around me I walked out of the bathroom. 

"Nice to see you're up." Karen said from the living room.

"I'll get dressed and be right out." I replied.

I hurried to my bedroom and threw on some clothes. Then I returned to the living room.

Karen was sitting on the sofa. She was wearing a pair of shorts that revealed almost more leg than she had, cut clear to the crotch. Her top was even more revealing, being nothing more than a couple patches that covered her nipples tied together with some string.

Images from the night before flashed through my head as I walked over to her. She stood as I neared her, smiling. 

"You like." she said, turning around.

I stared at her, unable to believe what I was seeing. Had last night caused this. I found myself nodding. I had to admit that the view was definitely nice. Her ass cheeks stuck out below the cut of the shorts, and her cunt lips were well outlined in the thin material. Her nipples were hard and poking through the material of the top.

"I like." I finally mumbled. "But Karen, can we talk?"

My mind was a jumble of thoughts, I wasn't too sure of anything. I needed to know what the hell was going on. It just didn't make any sense to me.

Karen moved in close, her lips inches from mine. I could feel her nipples pressing against my chest and the heat from her cunt radiating against my thigh.

"If you really want to talk, we can." she said, her hand brushing lightly against my cock, which was already rock hard.

"I know what you're thinking Paul. It doesn't make any sense to me either. I know we never really got along in the past, but I saw how you raised Julie. I know you loved that child and last night, well, I knew you needed someone, and I was OK with that. I mean, well, I saw you and well, things just sort of happened, and by the time I realized what was going on, I needed it too. And then, well." She looked down at her hands, then back at me. 

"I could feel the passion in you, and, my god Paul, I have never felt that way before. I know this is probably wielding you out, but I, well, I was, uhm, hoping that last night wasn't the last time."

Not knowing what else to do, I held my arms open and pulled her to me. Our bodies seemed to melt together as she moved into me. I could feel her nipples drilling holes into my chest, her cunt ground against my cock sending waves of pure pleasure shooting through me. 

"I know people will think this is wrong, but I can't help myself." she said, wrapping her arms around me and pulling even tighter. "I need you Paul, and even if you don't want me, that's OK. Just say so and I'll go. But I really want to stay. I owe you, Paul, and if sex is all I can give you, then I'll do so gladly. But I want more, so much more."

"I stood there holding her, not sure what she was talking about. But I knew right now I needed her. I felt the burning deep inside, a burning hunger I hadn't felt in a while. I reached up and untied the strings that held her top in place. My hands caressed her back, pulling her tighter to me, trying to pull her inside me. 

She tilted her head back and looked up at me. Our eyes met, and I moved to her. Our mouths came together in a kiss that was nothing short of pure passion. Our tongues intertwined in a dance of forbidden passion as I felt her reach between us and undo my pants. As they fell to the floor, my cock sprang free, spring up into her hand. Her skin was smooth and soft as she began to gently massage my cock, pulling on it. 

Slowly she slid down my chest, opening my shirt as she went. Her teeth racked across my bared flesh, causing jolts of pleasure to shoot through me. I looked down as her hungry mouth slowly engulfed me swollen cock. 

I felt my legs weaken as she took my entire length into her mouth. Her hand gentle massaged my balls as she began sucking in earnest. Up and down her head moved gradually picking up the pace. Her top had fallen away and I could see her breast shaking gently in time to her head movements. I grabbed both breasts, kneading the flesh as she continued sucking me. 

Her free hand slid between my legs and up, gentle pressing against my asshole as she pulled me further into her throat with each stroke. I felt my asshole pulse then she slid a finger inside. It was like a bolt of lightning. My whole body went tense as my cum erupted into her hungry mouth. Spasm after spasm and still she continued sucking. My legs were shaking and my head was spinning, and still she sucked. 

I felt my knees buckle and I slid to the floor, her mouth drawing the last of my seed from me. I collapsed to the floor as she finally released my cock from her mouth. She slid up across my body, pressing herself against me. Her hips met mine and she began to grind herself against me. Her hand was still wrapped around the base of my cock and she began to slowly pump it as she began sucking my neck. 

My cock responded to her hand almost instantly, as it began to harden again. She guided me into her cunt and began to slowly ride me. My cock continued to grow as her cunt muscles gripped it like a vise, a wet slippery vise.

She arched downward and pushed herself against me. She held her pelvis against mine and began to grind away with increasing passion. Neither of us spoke, as if we were afraid that words would somehow break the magic of what was happening. 

I grabbed her hips and pulled her to me, pushing the last bit of my cock into her. She pushed herself upright, straddling me. Her face was contorted with lust as she began humping wildly. Her mouth was open mouthing words but no sound came out. I began thrusting upward, trying to match her rhythm Sweat was pouring of her as she drove against me relentlessly. 

I felt the head of my cock slam against her cervix. Her eyes got wide and her head flew back. She pushed down hard, lodging my cockhead against her cervix as she began to grind relentlessly. Looking down I could just see her clit as it was being tirelessly ground against my pelvis. Her entire cunt began to twitch and she started moving up and down, slamming hard against me. 

Her hands were on my shoulders holding me down as she drove against me with frenzied desire. Her breath was coming in short gasps and her whole body was shaking. I felt my own orgasm building and tried to slow her. She would have none of it, as she quickly increased her pace. 

The first spurt of my juices sent her over the edge, and she screamed out. Her head thrown back, her whole body writhing and twisting. There was no controlling her as I felt her flood gates open and her juices sprayed out against me. A few more sporadic thrusts and she collapsed on top of me. 

"My God, Paul. Oh my god." she cried. as she held herself against me.

It was several minutes before she moved. Then slowly she rolled off me and curled up against my side. "It's been so long." she said, her lips against my chest. "I didn't remember what it was like. You've awakened something in me Paul. A need that I had all but forgotten." She reached up and put a finger to my lips. 

Don't say anything, just listen." she said. "I Love You."

I didn't respond, I didn't know how to. I hadn't felt like this in a long time. My mind was once again a jumbled mess, filled with emotions I couldn't control. I was about to respond, when the phone rang.

Both of us jumped, like two school kids caught in the act. I reached for the phone as Karen began to hurriedly dress. The voice on the other end sounded familiar, too familiar.

"Donna, is that you?" I said, already knowing the answer.

"Yes. Paul, I, well, I just got the message. I'm on my way over. Paul, our baby...." she was crying, and I didn't know what to say. I know what I wanted to say, but it wasn't in me. 

"Alright." I replied, knowing full well it wasn't.

As I hung up the phone Karen was putting on her shoes. I looked at her questioningly. She looked back at me a timid sort of smile forcing its way to her lips. I could see tears in her eyes.

"You don't have to leave." I said.

She looked at the floor. "I think it's best if I'm not here when Donna gets here." she said. She looked back up at me and tried to smile again. "I'll be at home if you need me."

I wished I had told Donna to go to hell. I knew what she was coming over for. It didn't matter. I would tell her to go to hell when she got here.

I told Karen as much and she looked at me and smiled again. It was a forced smile. I walked her to the door, my hand around her waist, At the door, she turned and wrapped her arms around me. "I'm sorry, Paul." she whispered. "Call me, please."

Then she turned and walked out the door.

I stood at the door for several minutes, not knowing what to do. In my heart, I wanted to call Karen right then, but my mind said give it time.

I had just taken a shower and gotten dressed when I saw a car pull into the drive. The doorbell rang. Donna opened the door and walked in. She hadn't changed much, maybe a little thinner, and her hair was shorter, cut above her shoulders. She was wearing a leather skirt and vest with a raggedy t-shirt underneath. The way her tits jiggled I knew she wasn't wearing a bra. 

Her makeup was smeared and her eyes were red. She looked at me and began crying. I felt my resolve melt almost instantaneously. I let her fall against me as she broke down. I felt her tears soaking through my shirt as she sobbed uncontrollably. I stroked her hair gently, letting her find her way through it. 

She looked up at me, her mascara running down her cheeks. "I must look a mess." she said, wiping the tears from her eyes. I just sat there and let her talk. I knew that despite herself, this tragedy had struck her to the core of her being. She reached up and touched my cheek. I pulled back. I knew where she was trying to take this. It was her way of dealing with things.

"Paul," she said reaching up for me again." I need you, Paul." Her hand touched my cheek, and she leaned into me. Her other hand began to undo my pants. "I really need you, Paul." she whispered, as she slid down into my lap, her hand reaching into my pants and pulling my cock free.

I wanted to pull away, to throw her out, but I sat there, frozen. Her lips wrapped around my cock, and slowly it began to respond. I reached out and cupped her breast. I could feel her nipple poking out against the thin material. 

"Just a blow job." I thought , "Just a blow job, then I'll tell her to go." But I knew better. She climbed off the couch, her mouth still wrapped around my cock, which had grown to its full length. She released her hold on it long enough to remove her vest and shirt. Her breasts were firm and round, pointing out proudly. I could barely see the faint scares from the implant surgery. She looked up at me and smiled as she pulled one of her breasts up other mouth and licked the nipple.

Her other hand was gently stroking my cock as she swapped from tit to the other. The breast job was an improvement. Her nipples had always been large, almost an inch long, and her tits used to be a small "C" cup. Now they were at least a full "D" if not bigger. Letting her tits drop, she lowered her head to my groin again. She took my balls in her mouth one at a time, sucking gently as she continued to stroke my shaft. 

She released my balls with a sucking noise, then ran her tongue up the underside of my cock, stopping just under the head. She ran her tongue around the head, then drew me into her mouth. My hands were at my side as I began thrusting into her mouth. The pressure began to build and I reached out and grasped her hair, pulling her down as I began to thrust my cock into her eager mouth. I was nearly there when she pulled back, releasing my cock. 

"I need it now." she said as she stood and raised her skirt, revealing her shaved pussy, which was glistening with her juices. Without hesitation, she straddled me and slid down onto my cock. She sat there, impaled, not moving. I held her hips tight against me, waiting for the pressure to subside. 

Slowly she began to slide up and down my shaft, grinding her pubic bone against me on each down stroke. I closed my eyes, finding an inner calm, forcing my orgasm away. Her pace began to quicken as my cock plunged into her depths. She pulled my head into her chest, burying me in her tits as she began to hump wildly. My mouth sought out her nipple, latching to it and drawing it in. First one tit then the other, as her passion took over. 

"Yes!, Oh God Yes!" she cried as she drove down onto my cock. "Oh God, Oh, oh ohhhh" she was bucking wildly, her tits began thrashing about as she ground into me. Her legs tensed and her back arched as her orgasm swept through her.

"Oh God, Ohhhh Ohhh Ohhh God!" she cried, falling against me. She stayed like that for nearly a minute, as her breathing gradually slowed. Then she began grinding her hips, gyrating around on my cock.

I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her to me, then I slowly lowered her to the floor, rolling on top of her, my cock still firmly imbedded in her cunt. Sliding my arms behind her knees, I pulled her legs up and forward, allowing my cock to slid even deeper into her drenched cunt.

Her eyes got big as I rotated above her and began to drive my cock into her. I felt the head begin to ram against her cervix as I drove hard into her. 

"Oh, Oh God. Oh, Yes. Fuck me. Yes! Fuck Yes!' she screamed as I pounded hard into her. 

She began thrusting upward to meet my downward strokes. Beads of sweat began to form on her forehead as I continued to drive into her. 

She started clawing at me. trying to pull me even deeper into her. I felt my balls tighten as she screamed out another orgasm. My cock pulsed and swelled as I continued to drive into her. her hands clawed my back as I drove hard into her. 

I felt her cunt tighten around my cock and knew I was done, as I erupted into her. Her eyes got even wider as my cum splashed into her womb. She squirmed and screamed and thrust hard against me, pulling me to her as my cock spewed again and again. 

Slowly the spasms quieted and I looked down at her. Her eyes were filled with tears and her whole body was shaking. 

"Alright." I said, lifting up off her." But just tonight."

She mouthed the words "Thank You." and shivered as my cock pulled from her sperm drenched pussy.

I wondered how bad of a mistake I had made.



Into the Darkness Ch. 03



The incessant buzz of the alarm clock roused Paul from his sleep. Instinctively he reached over and pressed the snooze button, wanting nothing more than a few minutes to collect his thoughts before facing the day. The shifting of the bed, and a soft moan reminded him of the events of the night before. He turned and looked at Donna, sleeping peacefully in the bed behind him. That only served to emphasize the events that had transpired and the need to come to grips with them, and find some sort of resolution. 

He didn't kid himself. He knew what had happened was nothing more than a few moments of unbridled lust, propagated by the tragic events that had brought the two of them together. Nevertheless, he had allowed the events to take him somewhere he had not wanted to go, at least he didn't think he wanted to go there. 

Sliding from the bed, Paul switched off the alarm clock before grabbing some clothes and making his way into the living room. Grabbing up his clothes so carelessly shed the night before he stood, and started toward the bathroom. As he passed the couch he stopped, looking down at the suitcase Donna had brought with her. He sat down, and reached out, flipping open the clasps that held the bag shut.

Climbing into the shower he let the blasts of hot water spray against him hoping to soothe his mind as the water poured over him. Images of the events of the last few days ran through his mind as he stood there. He tried to make sense of it, tried to sort through the mixture of heartache, pain and need. He thought back to the night in his office, how he had thought Karen had been Donna, and how he had clung to her, even after realizing who she was. He thought of their later encounter, without the alcohol, or the pretense, and the love that seemed to flow from it. 

He leaned against the wall, the water still spraying hard against him, letting the memories wash over him like the jets of water. He knew he had to be honest with Karen, tell her what had happened. He wasn't sure how she would respond, but then he wasn't sure it really mattered. Slowly, a sense of resolve settled over him, and he stood facing the shower head, the spray bouncing of his face as he set his mind on a course of action. Today was a new day, a new start, and he would let the past take care of itself. 

Drying off, he slipped into his clothes, eager to get the day started now that he had a direction to take it. Stepping from the bathroom, he walked down the hall into the living room. The house was quiet as he stepped out into the living room. He saw Donna's clothes in a pile on the floor. Her suitcase lay where he had left it, half open on the couch. Reaching down, he picked up her clothing and walked over to the couch. He opened the suitcase and stuffed them inside before quickly snapping it shut. The sound of the latches clicking closed felt good, like the closing of a too long left open chapter of his life. 

Picking up the suitcase he walked down the hallway to his bedroom. Opening the door he stepped inside, his eyes drawn to the still sleeping form of his ex-wife. He walked to the side of the bed and let the suitcase fall with a thud. 

"Donna," he said, his voice calm, neither harsh nor comforting. "Donna, it's time to go." He said, pulling the covers back to reveal her naked form, curled up like a babe. 

"Donna," he repeated, a bit louder, but still maintaining the tone of emotionless calm. "It's time for you to go."

Donna slowly rolled onto her back, her eyes opening to look up at him. She smiled and reached out for his hand. He let her take it, and watched as she pulled it to her cheek. He was surprised at how good he felt, how in control for the first time in far to long.

"Good morning," she said, her lips gently caressing his hand. 

"Good morning," he responded, slowly pulling his hand from her grasp. "I brought you your suitcase so you can dress. It's time for you to go," he continued, still his voice calm, emotionless.

"But, I thought. I mean, after last night I just thought that ," she said, looking up at him, surprise etched across her face.

"It just wouldn't work," he said, "It's time for you to go." 

He turned and slowly walked from the room, as she started to shout in protest. He wouldn't argue with her. Arguing would mean that somehow she meant something to him, and she didn't, not anymore. His heart leapt for joy as he realized that finally, after all those years, finally he was free of her.

"Please lock the door when you leave," he said, as he closed the door behind himself.

Sitting in the driveway, Paul looked out at the small brick house he knew so well. He admired the maple tree sitting proud in the center of the lawn, its branches spread wide to catch the morning sun. The rows of white stones he and Julie had spent hours arranging along either side of the walk to keep the walk free of grass. The rows of Petunias they planted every year on either side of the front door. Putting the car in reverse, he backed out onto the street, a sense of peace filling him as he drove the short drive to Karen's home.

His hand was outstretched to push the doorbell when the door opened revealing Karen, standing there, her face the old familiar stone mask he had known for so long. She stepped back, allowing him to enter. He could tell that she already knew, that Donna had already called her. In fact he had counted on it. As the door closed, he turned toward her, his face emotionless, not hard and cold, nor warm and loving. He was so far beyond that now. He started to speak but she pushed past him and strode into the living room.

"I don't want to hear it," she said, picking up a phone book, then throwing it back down.

"There's nothing you can say to make me forgive you for what you did," she continued.

Paul could see the tears coursing down her face as she strode from one spot to another, picking up item after item only to send them crashing to the floor.

"I'm not here to try and apologize," he said, matter of factly. "I'm here to tell you thank you. Thank you for being there for Julie for all those years, and thank you for being there for me."

"You bastard!" she screamed, "Donna called. She told me all about it. How dare you!"

"Listen, Karen. I know you're angry and you have every right to be. But I'm not here to argue. What happened, happened. It's in the past now. I'm just here to say one thing," he paused, looking at her, and for the first time a sense of feeling, of regret, passed across his face.

"It's time for me to go," he said. 

Paul could still hear the shouts of anger as he climbed into his car. He reached up and wiped the tear from his cheek as he put the car in gear and pulled out of the driveway. For a moment he wondered how a woman could go so wrong, how she could lose the ability to love. He thought back to the morning and the note he had found in Donna's suitcase. The note from Karen. The note he had left stuck to the bathroom mirror, along with a note of his own, a note that simply said "It all goes to charity!"



A note to my readers: I apologize for this final chapter taking so long. I took the liberty of rewriting the time line of the final series of events into what I wished they had been. But then, had they occurred so quickly I might not have had the opportunity to share these events with you. Nor may I have had the opportunity to share with you the other thoughts that have strolled through my mind. I thank you for taking the time to read my words, and I hope to someday put pen to paper again for your enjoyment. To those of you who find the ending to this rather disappointing, remember you are not alone. I feel the same. 

Nevertheless, I place my foot on the accelerator, and speed up, merging into the busy traffic of the night. A song comes on, and I have to smile .... Life Is A Highway!

Best Wishes. Nightstalker1960



Into the Darkness Once More



They are cuddled together, enjoying each other's company, but she wants more. She tilts her head and kisses his neck. 

He smiles and pulls her tight, nestling her head beneath his chin. He wants more too, but is holding back, as he feels his darker urges growing within him, slowly overpowering his control.

She smiles and kisses his neck again, waiting for him to take the initiative. 

"Hmm, what should I do with this little slut?" he muses as he strokes her cheek and lets his nails make a thin red line down along her spine.

She presses her cheek into his hand, kissing his thumb gently, tenderly.

He presses his thumb into her mouth, enjoying the sensation, his other hand presses under her pants to explore her ass.

She smiles again, now sucking on his thumb, moving her ass against his hand.

His hand squeezes and wanders as he shudders from the sensations her mouth gives him. He presses his wandering thumb against her rear entrance, monitoring her reaction.

She presses against his thumb slightly as she Sucks on his other thumb a little harder, massaging his hand gently with her own.

He grins as his idea is formulated now. He pulls back rolls her to her back, one hand beside her, the other still at her mouth. "Lose the pants," he growls softly as he hovers inches above her, drinking in her blue eyes as he enjoys his position of power.

She pushes her pants down as she squirms and kicks them off, all the while still smiling up at him. She blinks innocent eyes up at him as she kisses his hand again.

His supporting hand moves and grabs her crotch roughly, squeezing as he asks "whose is this?" His hand moves from her mouth to gently grip her neck, not choking her, just controlling her movement.

She moans softly, letting her eyes fall shut as she whispers "Yours".

"Good girl." His hands move up to her luscious breasts. They are full and round with wide puffy areolas; her nipples rigid from excitement. His hand trails lightly over her delicate belly as he reaches a nipple and roughly squeezes and tugs. "And whose is this?" He tugs extra hard on the last word, accenting his meaning.

She moans gently and pulls away from his hand, adding even more pressure to her nipple. "Oh, it's yours..."

He repeats the same question as he adds nails to his treatment of her other nipple, his other hand unconsciously clenches around her tender neck. She moans loudly this time, answering the same way, pulling against him gently.

"Well then," he says, "I think my property should be marked." Without waiting for an answer he then instructs her to remove her shirt as he produces a small "gentleman's knife", a tiny folder with a blade no more than two inches, but razor sharp.

She pulls her shirt off and smiles at him sweetly as he takes it from her hands.

He takes the shirt and quickly folds it and positions it under her left thigh, simultaneously spreading her legs. He then runs the blade gently against her lips, slowly gliding the cool metal lower and lower; across breasts, belly, pussy, and coming to rest on her thigh.

She moans and presses back against the floor with her hands, her fingers clutching the carpet, shuddering against the feel of the metal on her thigh.

He presses the blade in; making a shallow cut about two inches long inside the tenderest part of her thigh. He pauses and admires her expression as he waits for the blood... his blood. Her expression is one of pure ecstasy, delighting in the sting and the blood flowing from the cut. He smiles as the blood trickles, stooping to lick it up, even sucking on the cut some. Her scent mixed with the taste of blood is intoxicating to him.

She moans as he sucks on the cut, already edging on a climax.

He moves his mouth upward, pushing her damp fabric aside as he licks up her sweet wetness. His tongue plunges inside before gliding up to twirl around her clit. He sucks and nibbles on her most sensitive button with his sharp teeth. She moans and writhes against him, reaching down to push on the cut with her own thumb, relishing the pain. 

As he sucks on her button, his hand reaches up to place the blade on her opposing thigh, carefully making a twin to the first cut. His fingers press on the new cut as he carries droplets of blood to his mouth, shuddering at the combined taste of her juices and fresh blood. After a few moments like this, he straightens up and stares deep into her eyes as he raises his hand and slaps her tiny pussy.

Her eyes close as she cries out again, moaning at the new cut, her thumb twisting at the first cut as her eyes lock onto his. She whimpers at the slap.

He leans back, enjoying the show. He demands that she fuck herself as his hands wander across her skin to find her nipples... nipples which he twists sharply.

She moans as her hands slide down her stomach to her pussy, rubbing her thumb across her cuts, before sliding back to her pussy. Her fingers slide in, scissoring as she rubs her clit. Her head falls back limply as she masturbates for him . He slides forward and to the side, moving one hand to her throat and squeezing while replacing his fingers with his teeth and he clamps down on a nipple, still tugging on the other.

She moans as she pinches her clit, crying out as his teeth clamp down on her nipple, pressing her fingers harder, deeper...

He pulls away after several minutes of this, looking at her strained face. "I want you to roll over and stick your ass in the air, bitch. Don't stop playing with your pussy."

She does as he says, rolling over, her face pressed against the carpet. He yanks her panties down to her knees and she kicks them off as she adjusts herself. She is on her knees, her ass in the air, her fingers still working at her pussy.

He dips his fingers along her cunt as he frees his member. Her juices soon slicken it. He dips again and rubs the moist mixture against her tight rear entrance, fingers working in her natural lubrication as he slides his index in oh so slowly.

She flinches slightly, but relaxes as she slowly starts to moan at the new intrusion, her fingers still working at herself.

Her ass almost pulls his finger in as he lubes her up, closing quickly as he pulls out. He then presses his slick cock against her rosebud, slowly overcoming the resistance. He tells her to try to relax, but with its width of more than double the finger he just painfully inserted, it is difficult for her to relax at this new intrusion. There is so much pressure.

She cries out softly as her fingers pick back up on the fingering she was doing before.

The head of his cock moves in with an almost popping sensation. He carefully starts moving only a few inches in and out, giving her a chance to get accustomed. He gradually builds up speed as he is gripped by her viselike tightness. Her moans grow louder as he picks up speed, her fingers working harder at her own pussy.

As he builds speed the pain for her increases. A burning sensation washes over her as her ass is ripped open. Hard smacks punctuate her ravaging as he spanks her ass randomly, never giving her a chance to anticipate.

She moans even louder, crying out with the pain, her pleasure slowly overriding the pain, giving her a new high. She bites her lip as she begins to moan his name, moaning louder and louder with each slap he gives her.

The sensations combined with her voice drives him over the edge. A few more vicious thrusts and he pulls out, the retraction hurting more than the fucking. She feels burning hot liquid squirt onto her back, shoulders, ass, and even a few droplets in her hair. He grunts deeply as he finds his release.

She cries out as she orgasms, collapsing to the floor beneath him. She slowly rolls over and looks up at him with a lazy smile. "That was fantastic!"

He grins as he pants deeply. He had been longing for her ass for quite some time, it was very fuckable: round but not big, able to take a spanking but also able to be fucked deeply. She smiles as she pulls him gently down to her and snuggles into his chest.

He grins wider as he wraps his arms around her. "You enjoyed that, slut?"

She snuggles in against him, moving upwards to lay her head against her chest, simply nodding as she absentmindedly singing "Such Great Heights" by The Postal Service softly to herself.

They both drift off into their own personal dreams.



Into the Darkness



You pull free, sliding your fingers into my hair gently, grasping it slowly into your fist, and tightening it. You guide my head, giving me time to shift and turn on my knees to follow your will. I blink rapidly against the sudden light, as you flip the switch, illuminating the room, ducking my head down against your leg. 

"Come girl" Your voice washes over me.

I crawl, pausing while you open the door, taking me out into the hallway and turning towards your room. I can feel the somewhat stiff movements of my body, the various aches and faint remembrances of stinging lighting over my skin. I press my face against your leg with every step, not wanting to be parted from your body in any way. You pause at the foot of the bed, releasing my hair and stepping back. 

Mewling against the sudden withdrawal of your touch, I lower myself quickly, inching forward to your feet. My breath slides over your skin a moment before my lips caress your instep, lightly, first to one, then the other foot. My body trembles with the need for you to accept me. My forehead drops, resting on your foot as my breath catches, stilling myself until you give me further direction. My throat closes off, suddenly unsure of my actions as I wait. It seems so terminally long before I hear you exhale softly, your weight shifting from one foot to the other, lifting to nudge my head off your foot, raising it. I curl upwards, biting back a desperate whimper. Your fingers touch upon my cheek, easing down to my chin, lifting it up towards you.

"Look at me." You whisper. My eyes slowly rise, shifting to the side before focusing on your face, unable to see through the sheen of wetness covering them. My voice catches, hiccupping then coming out in a rush. "I'm sorry Sir" 

Your fingers tighten on my chin, keeping my face turned up towards yours.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, girl. I am well pleased with you"

I attempt to shake my head in denial, unable to think beyond your touch. "Please, Sir" I begged, having no real idea what exactly I was begging for. You stroke my cheek gently; thumb wiping against the track of tears there.

"Up on the bed, girl" You smiled, stepping back from me.

Lowering my eyes quickly, I shift, crawling to the bed and pulling myself up onto a corner of it. You follow, nudging my shoulder to make me lay down. 

"Rest, girl"

I curl onto my side, body starting to shake from the adrenaline and the backwash of emotions. My eyes hazily follow you as you move around, turning down lights and putting things away. Fists tucked under my chin, I draw my legs up, balling myself into a fetal position, and eyes closing as I try to focus on breathing. I feel the bed dip as you climb on, eyes snapping open to watch you quietly. You tug at my hair gently, drawing me closer to your feet. Settling in, I tuck my head against your leg, wrapping an arm over your calf tightly. I feel a blanket settle over me, trapping the warmth inside. Lying there, feeling your fingers stroke through my hair, along my temples, soothes me. As my mind starts drifting into that pleasant blankness I lightly caress your calf unconsciously, feeling you relax back into the bed. Sleep creeps up on me, my body finally coming to a comfortable rest, heart rate steady and slow.

"Thank you Sir."