17 comments/ 217139 views/ 54 favorites More Than Human By: Margin Walker I flex my chest, watching the pectorals expand. I curl my right arm and flex the bicep. I straighten the arm, turn around, and flex the tricep. I study my back and shoulders, flexing the muscles under the flesh. I bend my knee slightly watching the gluteus and hamstring flex. I turn around again and flex the quadriceps. I study my body in the mirror, looking for any flaw. To say mine is the perfect male human body would be an exaggeration. Perfection is impossible. I can only approach perfection, and everyday I get a bit closer. I brush my fingers across my chest feeling the smooth skin for any hair stubble, but feel none. I slide my fingers down my stomach feeling the separation between each muscle in the abdominals. I turn to the side looking for an excess curvature in my spine. I face the mirror, scrutinizing every square inch of my body. I disregard my known flaws such as the scars on my chest, knee, and arm. I approach the mirror and closely study my face. My teeth are straight and white. My face is shaved smooth. My hair has no gray and is not receding. My eyes are alert. I step back and stand with my legs spread, my hands on my hips. My penis hangs low. The foreskin covers the head. My testicles are well formed and potent. It is 2:50 a.m. It is time to dress and leave. I drive over an hour before reaching my destination. I park my car in the parking lot of a small, quaint shopping district. I will walk from here. I carry my bag as I tread into the woods, watching for people that might see me. There is nobody. I didn't expect to see anybody. The walk back will be different. I stride through the woods and then turn north approaching her house. Her house is one of a few expensive homes in this upper class neighborhood. Each home has a large plot, keeping them fairly well separated. My watch shows 4:23 a.m. as the time. I am on schedule. I see her house ahead of me. I easily scale the tall, wood privacy fence. I stay in a crouch as my feet hit the ground inside her yard. I study the house for several minutes, searching for movement or lights, but the house is quiet. I press my body to the fence and walk to the southeast corner of the yard. Then, I follow the fence towards the house, my eyes watching the windows, my ears listening for any sound. I reach the northeast corner of the fence, directly behind the house. I will wait here. I sit behind a large tree to wait, my back supported by the fence. I have several hours to wait and my mind drifts. I remember the layout of the house, picturing each room, each door, and each window. I have been in her house several times before. I have walked through each room, searched through every drawer, read every letter, and scanned every book. I know her well. I have watched her live her life for over six months now and I know that she will be a great mother for my child. She is intelligent. She is strong. She is beautiful. She is rich. She is lonely. She is searching for something and I will be that something for her. I've seen it in her eyes. I've read it in her poetry. Her life has lost meaning. She blindly holds to her pitiful life, trying to find a reason to continue with each day. Her marriage has no love. Her kids barely talk to her. She is disillusioned with her comfortable family life. She tried to find meaning through her family, but didn't find it. That is why I have chosen her. Compared to most people she has actually evolved, and in time perhaps she will even understand. The early morning sun has risen. I check my watch and the time is now 7:25 a.m. Her husband will be leaving for work soon. He, like most people, is a worthless human being. He doesn't even make use of the oxygen his body absorbs. To destroy such a being would be a privilege. He is like most people, scurrying about the face of the earth, oblivious, impotent, and disgusting. I am revolted by the thought of all of these people living next to me, walking beside me, breathing the same air. It is horrifying. I can barely keep myself from breaking into a violent rage when I am in public areas. I abhor their very existence. These weak-minded, weak-willed, frivolous, little beings living their drab little lives are so repulsive, so despicable, that I want only to annihilate them and rid my life of their hideous existence. They are born. They eat. They shit. They fuck. They breed. They die. There are so few people whose lives are worth more than the few seconds of drunken ecstasy that was needed to create them. Those few great people who do understand rise to supremacy. That is only inevitable. One who truly understands life has a distinct advantage over the rabble of misguided sheep. Some people have this greatness in them, but don't realize it. She is one of them. I hear the garage door open and peer between two wood slats. I see his silver Mercedes back out. He turns in the large parking area and drives down the long driveway on his way to work. He is on time. He always is. I suspect he can't wait to get away from his family, even if he is only going to work. Perhaps he will meet his mistress for a lunchtime rendezvous. She will be leaving in ten minutes to take the two children to the private school. She could be such a remarkable woman, but has allowed herself to be beaten into a role for which she is not designed. Her genetics have made her far superior to most human beings, but the world has done well to suppress her natural gifts. I hope that she does not allow the same to happen to our child. I watch as the Lincoln Navigator maneuvers down the driveway. I wait three minutes to make sure she will not be returning for a forgotten lunch or book. Then, I stand. I stretch my cramped legs and back. I pull a pair of gloves from the bag and put them on. I grab my bag and walk to the screened porch. I reach my finger through the small hole I cut in the screen door six months ago. I flip the lock and quietly open the door. I close it behind me firmly and approach the door to the house. This door is the easiest to unlock. It does not have a deadbolt. I pick the door lock after a few seconds. I know that she never sets the alarm. Her husband sets it at night, but she never bothers with it during the day. I step into the house slowly, listening for any movement. I hear nothing. She will not be back for twenty minutes, so I take my time walking to the master bedroom. I walk quietly through each room, making sure there is no one home. I admire her taste. She has decorated her home handsomely. It is no wonder her husband spends so little time here. This is her home. I walk through each room on the first level of the house and then walk up the front staircase. Upstairs I inspect each room as well. When I am satisfied that the house is empty I walk into the master bedroom. She still sleeps here. Her husband sleeps in the bedroom next door. I slide my gloved hand along the frame of a large painting of her above the bureau. He had this done as a gift to her soon after they were married. She doesn't like it and leaves it up to remind herself of the loathing she feels for him. I admire the painter's interpretation of her face. He saw the intelligence and the will in her eyes. She looks out of the painting with a challenge to the viewer. Her chin is high. Her smile is almost a smirk. She is confident. She is beautiful. I brush my fingers across the painted cheek once and then turn away. I must prepare. I set the bag on the bed and open it. I find the colored contacts and use the vanity mirror to put them in. My eyes change from a deep blue to a dark brown. I pull the ski mask over my head and stand in front of the mirror. I tuck all of my thick curly, blonde hair under the mask. No skin is showing around the dark blue jogging suit or black leather gloves. I pull the taser gun from the bag. "Thou goest to woman? Don't forget thy whip," I mutter Nietzsche's aphorism to myself, and chuckle. I may not have a whip, but I think the taser gun will work fine. I move into the closet and close the door. I can see into the bedroom if I peer through the space between the wood bi-fold doors. I look at my watch. She will be back very soon. I am very relaxed. I know that I am well prepared for this. She is a remarkable woman and this should be a very successful insemination. I hear the front door being unlocked. I hear the door being opened, closed, and then locked. She is coming directly up the steps to the bedroom as I expected. I grip the taser gun in my hand tightly. I hear her approaching the bedroom. I see her as she lays her purse on the vanity and stands before the mirror. I quickly throw open one of the closet doors and aim the gun at her. She starts to turn towards me. I fire the taser gun. The probes fly through the air and attach to her shirt. She falls to the ground as the first voltage spike overwhelms her nervous system. I step towards her, watching her laying on the floor as each wave of current makes her body twitch. I wait thirty seconds for the last shock to be sent through her and then quickly pull the probes off of her. I wrap my arms around her back and lift her up. I lay her on the middle of the bed. I walk back to the closet and pick up my bag. I reach in and pull out the two lengths of rope. Each is already cut to the proper length and has a loop at each end tied with a strangle snare. I place her left wrist in a loop and pull it tight. I bend down, lift the foot of the bed, loop the other end around the bed leg, and drop the bed back down. I do the same to her other hand, binding her tightly to the bed leg. Then, I pull a black scarf from the bag and tie it around her eyes as a blindfold. She lays limp the entire time her nervous system still recovering from the excess voltage. She will be moving in several minutes, but for now she is completely helpless. Once I am certain that she is bound tightly and the blindfold has blocked her vision entirely, I remove the ski mask and gloves. I shove them back into the bag. I turn back to her and approach the bed. Her arms are spread wide, held by the ropes. There is enough slack so that she can move some, but her arms will stay pulled to the side. I sit on the bed at her right side. "Anna," I say to her softly. "I know you can hear me. I know you are afraid. You will soon regain movement. Once you do, I warn you to not scream. I do not want to gag you, but I will if I have too. Okay?" I stare at her beautiful face. I reach up to pull her auburn hair out of the blindfold and drape it across the pillow. I place my palm against the warm, soft skin of her cheek. I rub my thumb across her red lips, and then down under her chin. "You are beautiful," I mumble. "Much too beautiful for what you are doing to yourself." I stare at her prone body, hidden well inside the loose jogging suit she puts on in the mornings. I stand up and grab the sharp knife from my bag. I return to the bed and sit beside her again. I grab the sweatshirt at the neck and lift it up from her body. I press the knife against the fabric and begin tearing it down through the shirt. I drag the knife down cutting the shirt apart moving towards her waist. Once the shirt is cut open I thrown the two halves apart. She is naked underneath the shirt. Her skin is nicely tanned. Her body is in very good shape for a mother of two. I admire her firm B-cup breasts and flat stomach. This is a woman who understands that one's body is to be treated with respect. I use the knife to open the sleeves of the sweatshirt and pull the torn shirt from her body. I toss it on the ground. Her chest is heaving with fearful breaths. Her legs are moving slightly on the mattress. She is beginning to recover. I stand and place the knife back in the bag. I walk to the foot of the bed and grab her pants at the waist. I yank her pants and underwear down her legs and drop them on the floor. I admire her long, lean, tanned legs. I have watched her jog in her neighborhood and seen her strong calves flexing at each step and her lean thighs stretching for the next stride. She moves like a wild gazelle, her strides long and athletic, running from a life she doesn't want. She is moving slightly on the bed, pulling at the ropes. I must be quick. I'll have time to inspect her body later. Now, I must begin the first insemination. I walk to the bag and pull out a tube of lubricant. I kneel on the foot of the bed between her feet. Quickly, I loosen my pants and push them and my underwear down my thighs. I stare at her naked body, getting aroused by her. I squeeze some of the lubricant into my hand and begin massaging it onto my penis. It becomes hard in my hand as I watch her moving more now, her head turning to the side, listening to me. I look at the firm muscles of her thighs and the swell of her hips. My penis becomes fully erect, large and hard. I place my left hand on the mattress at her side and lower myself towards her. I try to block out thoughts of the millions of imbeciles performing this act right now, rutting like wild beasts. I know that what I'm doing is important. I grab my erect penis and place it against her vulnerable labia with my right hand. I guide into her and push it in. The head slips in easily. I move my right hand to the other side of her and hold my upper body off of her, hovering over her. I press into her harder, feeling my penis move further into her, sinking snugly inside of her. I pull out of her partly, enjoying the delicious sensation of my penis sliding inside of her vagina. I push back in, making room inside of her for my penis, and then start forcing it in and out of her. I arch my body over her, our bodies touching only where we are joined. I look down at our bodies. I see my pelvis thrusting between her legs, the root of my penis emerging from her and then moving back inside of her. Her hips are pushed forward slightly with each insertion and relax back with each withdrawal. The act is so beastly, taking this woman, but yet feels so wonderful. I drive into her harder, moving in long, fast strokes. The bed groans beneath us. I push myself up further, twisting my hips into her, my hard penis driving up and into her. My legs press against her inner thighs, spreading her legs wider. Her vagina grips my penis firmly, tight but giving. I thrust faster, pushing towards the conclusion. I increase my pace, trying to work myself to a quick orgasm. I thrust into her, feeling my penis pushing far into her. Her body is pushed roughly against the bed as my hips pound into her. She grunts softly each time my penis is forced inside of her. I move into her in longer strokes, wanting to feel the entire length of it sliding in and out of her. My penis feels incredibly long and hard as I move faster, pushing harder, my body shaking, thrusting deeper, twisting my hips into her, my testicles pulling up against me, groaning above her, my head lifted high, straining to push into her faster, deeper, building to the climax. The semen bursts from me and into her. The release is wonderful. I grind into her, my body trembling above her, trying to drive every bit of sperm into her that I can. I sink down on top of her, my chest lying against her breasts as I twist my hips against her. The semen leaks from me, dripping inside of her. I stop moving and lay still, panting, relieved that the first insemination has been done. Her body begins to move beneath me, her hips bucking slightly, trying to throw me from her. I press myself against her, pinning her to the bed. "Lie still," I tell her. "I do not want to shock you again, but I will if you don't listen to me." She stops moving. Her chest is heaving beneath me. I slip my shrinking penis from her, assured that the last of the semen has entered her womb, and step off of the bed. I pull my pants back up. "Please, sir, please take whatever you want but don't hurt me," she pleads, her head turning to find me. "I'm not here to rob you, Anna," I tell her. "And I won't hurt you if you don't make me." "Please..." she starts, but her voice breaks up as she starts to cry. "Don't do that!" I yell. I stamp to the side of the bed and lean over her, my fists twisting into the bed sheets. "Don't you fucking cry!" She grabs her lower lip between her teeth, trying to stifle her cries, her chest hitching with each muted sob. I bring my knees up onto the bed and look down into her face. "Anna," I say calmly. "I know you're stronger than this. Crying isn't going to make this situation change. Get yourself under control and deal with it." I step off of the bed and sit in the chair at her vanity. I lean forward, resting my elbows on my knees, watching her. She takes a deep breath, her chest rising, her stomach sucking in, and then exhales slowly, calming herself, getting control. I'm very impressed. She's even stronger than I thought. "Please, sir, let me go," Anna says, her voice composed. "I won't tell anyone, just let me go." "Anna," I say. "I will let you go soon and you won't tell anyone. For now lie still." I stare at her naked body, tied to the bed. She has crossed her legs at the ankles, trying to protect her modesty. I smile to myself. I stand from the chair and approach the bed. I appraise her body. She has a light tan and must tan in the nude because she has no tan lines. Her bound arms are slender, but well-toned. I can see the biceps and triceps flexing beneath the skin as she pulls against the ropes. Her shoulders are broad for a woman. Her neck is long and sensuous. Her breasts are round and firm, sloping nicely down to her chest, her ribs visible slightly through the skin as she inhales. Her waist is slender curving into her flat stomach, and then back out to her round hips. Her legs are impressively toned. The quadriceps in her thighs flex nicely as she holds her legs together. "Your body is in excellent shape," I say to her. "I've seen you run. I've seen you perform yoga. I've wondered what your body looked like under the clothes. It is admirable. So many people mistreat their bodies, use them for instant gratification, and never give the body the respect it deserves." I stare at her, admiring her. "I want you to see my body. I think you will appreciate it." I pull my shirt over my head and fold it neatly on the nightstand. I remove my shoes and socks, setting them by the bed. I take off my pants and underwear and lay them neatly on top of my shirt. I get the ski mask from the bag and pull it over my head. I check the mirror to make sure my hair is completely tucked inside of the mask. "I'm going to remove your blindfold now," I say to her, "But only for a minute." I lean over the bed and push the blindfold up from her eyes. She blinks as the light in the room strikes her eyes. I step to the foot of the bed, standing before her naked. I set my shoulders back and tense my body, letting every muscle flex subtly. She lifts her head from the pillow and stares at me. I watch as her gaze moves across my body, sliding along my chest and abdomen, hesitating at my groin, and then moving slowly down my legs. "So?" I ask and turn around to let her see my back. "You're very...You're in very good shape," she says shyly. "Good shape?" I say and turn back facing her. "I'm in excellent shape. You can admit it." "Yes, you're in excellent shape, very...fit, very sexy," she says, her eyes now probing my masked face. "Sexy?" I say and walk slowly towards the bed. "Do I turn you on Anna?" I kneel on the foot of the bed and straighten my back, looking down at her. "No," she says. "Under different circumstances, yes you would. But I'm too afraid right now to be turned on," she adds sarcastically. I smile at her. I hear no fear in her voice now. She is a strong woman. That is one reason I chose her. She will be an excellent mother for my child. More Than Human Sometimes, I honestly truly hate being human. Seriously. Humans are the most bigoted creatures in the universe, and if I sound like someone who would know, it's because I do. I have mixed parentage, meaning that I am half mortal and half other. The Others are here, and they've always lived amongst you. Vampires, Werewolves, Demons, and all kinds of Supernatural entities. My father was a Golem, and my mother was human. I grew up different, to say the least. Not that I looked it, thank Heaven for small favors. Anyone looking at me would see a six-foot-one, lean and fit, light-skinned young man with curly black hair and pale green eyes. Ethnically, I'm half Black and half white, just thought we'd get that out of the way. Caleb Dalton is the name, but my friends call me C.D. I'm a business administration student at the University of Toronto, and for the most part life is okay. At least that's what I tell myself. Lately, I've been running into quite a few unpleasant critters and I've been forced to deal with them. Doing that and leading a normal life, definitely not the easiest thing in the world. Sadly, I've got no choice. The Others are all around us every day. You see them and you don't know it. You don't realize that the friendly old guy working in your favorite restaurant is actually a werewolf, or that this hunky night club bouncer at your favorite club is a Vampire. These things are all around you, you simply don't realize it. I am one of them, sort of. I have always known that I am different. You see, I can see the supernatural creatures that are out there. I have always stayed away from them. Until the day they killed Frank Castillo. The City of Toronto, Ontario, is my birthplace. I was raised by my aunt Joanne Dalton, my mother's younger sister, and her husband Mitchell Dwyer. They're nice people, but they've never understood me. Whoever my father was, he was a Golem from Africa whom my mother, Carlene Dalton met while studying at the University of Toronto. He seduced her, and left her pregnant. She gave birth to me, and I am sad to say that my birth pangs were her death throes. I have always felt like I was a burden to my aunt and her husband, and I never felt like I belonged anywhere. I wish I could say that I had cool abilities like superhuman strength and speed, or that I could fly or cast spells or something. Sadly, I can't do any of that. Still, I can spot any unnatural creature. Doesn't matter if they're walking around in human form, or if they've got some kind of stealth mode or invisibility thing going on. They can't hide from me because I'm one of them. A Half-Breed. Welcome to my life. I tried to lead a decent life, I really did. I was going out with this chick named Samantha Winters, a gorgeous Jamaican chick I met at U of T. You should have seen her, man. Tall and busty, with wide hips and a big round ass. I approached her, and she seemed to like me, for after chatting for half an hour, she gave me her number. I called her the next day, inviting her to grab coffee at the campus Tim Horton's. She showed up, wearing a red tank top and tight black jeans. I was smitten, and ended up asking her out not long after. We began dating, and for a while, we were inseparable. Yeah, things were really great. Until I decided to tell her about the other side of me. No, not the supernatural stuff. I'd never tell anyone about that. They'd never believe me. No, what I shared with Samantha was deeper and far more personal than that. I told her that I am bisexual, because, well, I am. For as long as I remember, I've always felt attracted to both sexes, though I definitely preferred women. I was starting to fall for Samantha and I wanted her to know the real me. I thought she'd understand. Well, she didn't. When I shared that with her, she smacked me, called me a fruitcake and stormed out of our favorite restaurant. How do you like them apples? I guess honesty isn't always the best policy. I got dumped by my girlfriend on my birthday, how about that? I decided to focus on school and put all thoughts of Samantha aside. I found myself thinking about my life way too much, and that's when I began spinning out of control. I began drinking, and getting into fights, and my grades at the University of Toronto basically plummeted. If it weren't for my old friend Castillo, I think I might have lost it. Who is Castillo, you may ask? He's this nice old man who's been my friend and neighbor for as long as I can remember. I used to go to his house to hide from my uncle and aunt. They could be real douche bags sometimes. As usual, Castillo was there for me. Well, one day, I went to visit him and saw him get attacked by one of the Others. A bloodthirsty Vampire. I rushed to defend him, but I was too late. The Vampire and I fought, and somehow, I managed to fight him off. I went to Castillo, who lay on the floor, bleeding to death. The Vampire had murdered him. I was saddened, but I knew what I had to do. I took Castillo's body and burned him to ashes to prevent him from coming back as a Vampire. Then I swore to avenge his death. That's how it all began, my crusade against the Others. I set out to track down and kill Castillo's killer, a Vampire named Rashid, who was born in what is called Afghanistan around 1200 A.D. and became a Vampire in 1240 A.D. I tracked down the son of a bitch and killed him. Along the way I met Castillo's long-lost stepdaughter Marisol, she helped me kill Rashid. We've been fighting the Others ever since. We've both lost someone dear to us. That's what the Others do. They have an almost pathological hatred of humanity, and see themselves as the rightful rulers of the world since their various breeds are older than humans. Hidden behind various agents in the worlds of politics, business, technology, religion and education, they're out there. They secretly rule the world. Well, somehow, we've got to take the world back from them. This is my fight. It's my war, and my choice. More Than Human "I don't think you are afraid anymore Anna," I say, now admiring her nude body. "You have accepted the situation. You have your emotions under control. You will survive and come out of this a better person." I reach down and grab her ankles. I untwist her legs and try to separate them. She resists me, straining to push her legs together. I push against her, amazed at the strength in her legs, enjoying the physical contest. I don't push as hard as I can. I hold her legs in my hands so that she cannot push them together again. I watch her leg muscles straining, bulging beneath the skin. I start to push more and slowly her legs start to spread. I feel my penis hardening as her thighs are separated and I see her labia gleaming between her legs. I crawl between her spread legs and release them. Her legs snap back around my thighs, gripping me tightly. I place my hands on her firm thighs, massaging the tight muscles beneath her smooth skin. Her legs begin to relax as I move my hands along her inner thighs. My penis is long and hard. Her eyes are locked on it, seeing it stand proud and firm over her. "It is larger than your husband's, isn't it?" I ask. She nods her head dreamily. I grab the tube of lubricant and squirt some into my hand. I place the hand against her labia and begin rubbing it softly into her. Her hips jerk back from me quickly when I touch her. As I massage her clitoris she relaxes her body, her hips settling to the mattress. I slide my slick finger down her labia, between the folds, and probe her opening. She pushes her head back into the pillow. I turn my hand palm up, insert two fingers into her, and begin curling them up, stroking the inside of her pussy, searching for her g-spot. Her hips rise slightly off of the mattress, her stomach is pulled tight. Her feet press against the bed, pushing her hips up to my twisting fingers. I rub her clitoris with my thumb, watching her body react to my intrusion. She sighs seductively, her chest rising with her quickening breath. My penis is rock hard and ready. I slip my fingers from her pussy. I crouch down, spreading my knees wide and under her legs, my body upright, kneeling over her. She lifts her head, watching me as I prepare to enter her. I lower my butt to the mattress. My penis is pointed at her. One hand grabs her waist and the other leads my penis into her. I watch as the head separates her labia and slides into her. Her eyes are wide, staring as my large cock penetrates her. I move my body closer to her and press my hips forward, pushing into her, sinking the shaft between her lips. I hear her moan softly. I wrap both of my hands around her waist and begin moving my penis in and out of her, watching as it pulls from her, seeing the shaft drag along her lips until the tip of the head appears, and then pushing back into her, gripping her hips tightly. She watches my body move as I pump my hips, my abs contracting, my thighs pulsing, my arms straining. Her legs encircle my waist pulling me towards her. I push into her deep, sinking into her, and thrust inside of her in short strokes. My cock presses up against her vagina, stroking her. Her head falls back to the pillow. She lifts her hips up and points her pussy down towards me, trying to pull me into her further. I lean forward slightly on my knees and dig my hands into the mattress beside her. Her butt is lifted from the mattress with her legs locked around me, pressing her pelvis against me. I grind into her, my cock barely moving inside of her. Her body is tight. Her arms are pulling against the ropes. I move faster, pulling out of her a bit further, enjoying the feel of my cock slipping along her wet cunt. I lay my body on top of her, pushing her down to the mattress, my bare chest pressing against her nude breasts. My hands slide up along the side of her body. She curls her legs up around my lower back. I drive my cock down into her, twisting up into her. She is moaning loudly, her head pressing back against the pillow, her eyes closed. I press my thighs tightly against her butt, trying to push into her deeper, further. I pound into her. The bed squeals beneath us. My body is concentrated inside of her, every muscle straining to fill her. Her legs tighten around me as an orgasm rocks her body. I plunge into her, approaching my climax. Her vagina grips my cock tightly as her muscles contract, her body taut. My hands grab her tight thighs as my body rocks up off her slightly, crushing my cock into her as the semen bursts from me. I twist into her, sinking back down on top of her, feeling the cum squirt from my cock. I feel our chests pressing against each other as we both pant for breath. Her vaginal muscles are twitching against my cock as I move lazily inside of her, draining the semen inside of her womb. Her legs slide off of me and fall to the mattress. I lie on top of her, feeling our bodies melding into each other. My face is hot behind the ski mask. I grab her blindfold and pull it back over her eyes. She twists her head trying to shake my hands off. "No, please don't put that on again," she says. "I have to Anna," I respond. "I need to take my mask off and you can't see my face." "Why?" she asks. "After what we've done I should be able to see your face." "It's just better if you don't." I pull the mask from my head and lay it on the bed. I prop myself up on my elbows to look at her face. She moves her hips against me, trying to push my dwindling penis out of her. I press down on her and twist my pelvis against, holding it inside of her. "You came inside of me," she grunts, still pushing against me. "Yes I did," I say. "Bastard," she whispers and drops her hips down, leaving my flaccid penis inside of her. "You didn't seem to mind," I say. "In fact you seemed to enjoy it." "I didn't want to. You forced me." "Oh, Anna. It's fine to admit you enjoyed it. It's only natural. We're two attractive people finding pleasure with each other. If you enjoy having sex with me just admit it and let yourself go." "I'm married. I have children..." I interrupt her. "Married? You sleep in separate rooms. Your husband cheats on you. He hasn't touched you in months. You don't have a marriage. Besides, marriage is a useless institution based on the false concept of love." "What would you know about my marriage? Or love? You're just a rapist," she spits at me. "Anna," I yell at her, "I am not just a rapist. I did not come here just to fuck you. I came here with an important purpose. My actions would make no sense to you. You are blind. You are blinded by your pitiful life, by your feelings, your religion, your morals. I've read your journals. I know your marriage is done. I know you despise your kids. I know you want something more from your life. But, you'll never have a life worth living until you open your eyes and realize your life is a lie." She is pushing her body against me, trying to throw me off of her, angered by my words. I press my body back against her, pinning her to the mattress. She struggles against me. "Bastard," she cries angrily. "You don't know a goddam thing about me." I press my pelvis against her, keeping my penis inside of her. Her hips jerk below me as she struggles causing my flaccid cock to slide inside of her. "I know everything about you, Anna. I've been watching you for months. I've been through your house. I've read your journals. I know you're not happy with your life. I know you want to change. You just don't know what's wrong, so you can't fix it. I know what's wrong." "And what's wrong?" she asks bitterly. She struggles against me lethargically, listening to my voice, and feeling my growing cock inside of her. "You've accepted a life that doesn't fit you. Deep down you know you're better than the people around you. They walk through life in a daze, each a member of the herd accepting a morality that has no foundation, having faith only because they don't want to know the truth. You know the truth and you fight it. You try to fit into this system man has created, but deep down you know it's all lies." As I talk, I begin moving my body on top of her, twisting my hips up at the end of each sentence, actuating every phrase with a thrust. I feel my penis hardening inside of her, moving sloppily inside of her wet cunt. She lies still beneath me, listening, and hopefully understanding. "Anna," I continue, and push my hips towards her. "You have to throw away your senseless rules." My cock grows inside of her as I rub the head against her labia and push back into her. "Your rules are formed from your belief in a false morality." As my cock grows I push into her further feeling her pussy slide along the shaft. "You have to let go of those rules and evolve into a higher being." She slides her feet up the mattress, pointing her knees at the ceiling, spreading her thighs wider. "Take control of your life and advance over man." I lose my concentration as my cock becomes completely erect inside of her. I slip my hands under her shoulders and grip the bed covers. Our bodies are pressed together as my cock slides in and out of her in long, deep strokes. She moans faintly below me. I lower my mouth to her neck. She turns her head to the side offering her long neck to me. She presses her hips up against me as I twist my hips, plunging into her soaked pussy, making a sloppy, wet squish each time my cock descends into her. "Oh God," she groans as I lick my tongue up her neck to her hairline. "There is no God," I mumble and gently lick her ear. "Just fuck me," she groans and begins pumping her hips under me. I match her rhythm, my hips separating from her pelvis and then the sharp smack as our skin slaps together again. Her feet are pressing against the bed desperately, her legs straining, as she lifts her hips to meet each thrust. I lift my head from her ear, stretching my body long on top of her. Her hands are curled into fists, pulling against the knotted ropes. I reach my hands down to her legs. I wrap my fingers around her inner thighs, feeling the muscles flexing under her smooth skin as she drives her body below me. My hands move up her thighs and grab her legs behind the knees. I pull her legs towards her, lifting her feet from the mattress, turning her pussy up towards me. I plunge my cock down into her, pushing into her deeper. She is moaning loudly as my cock slips in and out of her drenched pussy. I lift her legs further, my arms hooked around the backs of her knees. My cock is buried entirely inside of her and I grind it into her, wanting to fill her completely. She grits her teeth together as an orgasm blasts through her body. I feel her cunt grip my cock tightly. I continue fucking her through it, not relenting. "Oh, it's too much," she moans, twisting her body below me, fighting against the ropes. "Too much, too much," she chants distantly as she pants for breath. I sit up on my legs, pushing my knees to either side of her butt, and lift her legs up to my shoulders. I wrap my arms around her thighs, holding her hips off of the bed slightly, and thrust into her. I look down between her slightly parted thighs and see my cock buried deep inside of her, moving out halfway, then sliding back in to her sopping wet pussy. She grunts as my cock slams into her, my hips smacking against the backs of her thighs. I lean forward slightly, moving faster, my body straining, trying to bury my cock deep inside of her. The bed squeaks loudly below her as I pound into her. She's squealing loudly. I push her legs down to her chest, folding her body in half, my cock smashing against the depths of her womb. I'm lost in the feel of her pussy squeezing my cock tightly, her body vibrating below me as another orgasm crashes through her. I lose control, madly fucking her, thrusting the entire length of my cock in and out of her, holding her legs against her chest, her arms straining at the ropes, every muscle in my body tight, pushing down into her, pushing deeper, harder, the headboard slamming loudly against the wall, her ecstatic screams piercing my ears, sliding along her wet cunt walls, gripping my cock, pulling me deeper, thrusting, exploding inside of her. I grunt noisily, my teeth clenched, as I cum deep into her, the semen bursting from my cock. My body bucks with the orgasm, my hips jerking against her butt, squirting into the back of her womb. I bash the headboard against the wall once more as I push into her hard, forcing the semen into her. Then, I let go of her legs and fall onto her chest. Her legs drop to her sides, my body jerking uncontrollably between her spread thighs. She's moaning noisily as she gasps for breath. I sluggishly pull my body onto her further, wanting to press into her deeply, allowing the semen to leak into her. My chest pushes down on her as I gasp for air. "Oh, God, I'm gonna be sore," she moans into my ear. I'm still idly grinding into her, feeling the last of the semen drip into her. She lifts her legs, folds them loosely around my waist, and slides them down my legs, caressing me. Her hips rock below me as her orgasms dissipate. I push myself onto my elbows to look down at her face. Her face is flushed red and damp with sweat. "This seems like it's so wrong, but it feels so good," she groans with a sigh. "Oh, Anna, there is no right or wrong, no good or evil. There is only action. Once you understand that you will move beyond right and wrong, beyond good and evil, then you will be the perfect mother for my child." "What?" she asks, her head snapping up to face me. "I have done what was needed. Hopefully, you will now become pregnant." "You came here to get me pregnant?" she asks. "Yes. I need to pass my seed forward. I must have a child to continue what I have begun. You must have my...our child." "Did you know I was ovulating today?" she asks, hesitantly. "Yes, that is why I picked today. I know you stopped taking your birth control, probably hoping to get pregnant by your husband, but he is too busy with his mistress. Now, you can give birth to a child far superior to any other. You can devote your life to insuring that he fulfills his exceptional potential. Let your wealth give him a good education and teach him what I have told you today, what you know to be true, and he could be the greatest man to ever live." I slide my body back and off of her, my cock falling from her. "I must go now." "Where are you going?" she asks, and then quickly adds, "When will I see you again?" I step off of the bed and walk to the nightstand. I begin dressing. "If you do not become pregnant you may see me soon. I will be watching you, so I will know if you are pregnant. If you are pregnant you may never see me again, but I will always be near." "I need to see you again," she says. "I need to talk to you." "Anna, you don't need me. You know all that you need to know. You will have our child. That is enough. That is more than any other human being has ever had." I sit on the side of the bed and put on my socks and shoes. "Please come see me again. I will have our baby, just come see me again." As I finish putting my shoes on, I turn to her. I almost feel compassion for her. I would like to see her again. I would like to fuck her again. But, I've got too much to do. "Perhaps," I mutter, leaning over her face. "Perhaps I will." I kiss her softly on the lips. "Take care of our child." I kiss her again. "I will be near." I kiss her once more. Her mouth opens to me and I kiss her deeply. I separate from her and stand from the bed. I retrieve the ski mask from the bag and pull it over my head. I take the knife from the bag and walk towards the bed. I cut the rope holding her right hand to the bed. I turn and run from the room, stuffing the knife back into the bag. I run down the stairs and out the back door, closing it locked behind me. I sprint through the backyard and vault over the fence. When I hit the ground I pull off the ski mask and stuff it back into the bag. I walk quickly to my parked car, hoping that I can mix in well with the lunchtime crowd and get home without being noticed. As I walk through the woods, my mind pictures the egg inside Anna's womb. I see one of my millions of sperm squirming into it. I see my child growing inside of her, soon to be the most extraordinary being to exist on this planet. Then, my mind turns to her, to Anna. I feel an unusual weight in my chest as I walk further from her home. I see her lying on the bed, removing the blindfold, and untying her tethered hand. She runs after me, but I'm already gone. I clench my fists, fighting back the melancholy. She's such an extraordinary woman. I don't have time for this. I have work to do. And there's so little time, so very little time, when you're more than human.