7 comments/ 56732 views/ 21 favorites Take By: TheGreyKnight I need you. I didn't realize it until I saw you two weeks ago, walking down the street with those eyes. You were a vision, an epiphany. I had been alone for so long and I was getting to this state where I was just fine with everything. Settling in. Accepting the break up; accepting just being alone. Then you. The way your hair moved in the wind and your eyes sharp and looked into the distance. Your hips moving is that sweet little rhythm, constrained as they were beneath the fabric. I won't try to flatter you, I'm just trying to get across that something about you was different than every other woman I'd seen in a very long time. And when I smiled and you wouldn't even make contact, just kept walking on by, something else awakened. I was wrong about you. You were just like every other woman. Always tempting and teasing, alluring and come hither until you get what you want. You're the kind that turns me down when I finally get up the guts to ask you out. You do it nicely enough, with mirth in your eyes, but you cant resist telling your friends about how the loser just made a move on you seconds later. Yeah, I've heard all the little choir of laughter of every group of girls just like you. I can't believe I thought you'd be any different just because you woke me up. Maybe that's why you did it. Maybe that's why you brought me out of my numbness, just to get the thrill of it all as you ignore me. Well not today - you brought me back, bitch, and I'm going to show you what that entails. Shrugging off my shame and doubt, I turn to stalk you as casually as I can muster. I don't have a lot of experience in this kind of thing, but it's easy enough. Your feet hit the ground just like every one else, and all I have to do is follow a few dozen feet behind you. I don't even know what I'm nervous about; I was invisible in front of you with a big, honest smile. Why would you see me from behind with a smirk? No. You're not going to see me. You're not going to feel how hot my blood is right now until my skin is on yours. This is probably what you want. You and every other fucking whore that walks the street. You want to be followed home and absolved of all your crimes by becoming a martyr. You want to be fucked savagely by a nameless, faceless man who is nothing but a cock to you. I can't believe it took me up to this point to feel it. Tonight, you're going to get what you want. You're getting more comfortable now, less rigid in your posture and steps. We must be getting close to home. I'm looking forward to seeing it. For the first time in two years I have a little bounce in my step and it's all I can do not to whistle. Feels good to be back. Still, not a lot of use to me sticking around out here, ruining the surprise. So I head back to your mass chain and order a drink, wondering if it's yours. There's time to kill before it's dark enough. I sip it with a smile on my face and I think about tonight. It's dusk enough to lurk. I observe you from outside and I realize that nobody else is home. I wonder, briefly, if you have a man and he's out of town. Is he with your kids? Are you single and alone and just whimpering for this or am I going to be the fuck you've been looking for ever since you got married? I get so excited that I stop caring about the details. I just stare at your shadow through the blinds, looking for any kind other of movement or light in the house and never taking my eyes off you. Best foreplay I've ever had. Better than buying a drink for a girl and listening to her aspirations and expression. No, forced to concentrate on you, remember how you smell and watch you waiting for the sex I know we're going to have is so much better. My cock strains to the point that I consider releasing it, but I know better. I'll say it's just for a second, but I'll end pleasing myself. Can't do that. No, my little cunt, I am saving all this up for you tonight. You choose well in waking me up and I want to give you everything. So I slide it down the side of me leg instead and keep it bound their like a weapon, groaning into the night as I do. Time passes by quicker than you could imagine. It's been hours, but not in my mind. No, by the time you turn out he light I've taken you a dozen times. I'm about to make my move in when I see a light go on further inside the house. I curse myself, thinking you're not ready for sleep yet. Maybe you're going to read or watch TV in bed, but you're not ripe yet and my motor is revved now. So I force myself away from your residence and walk a mile or so to cool down. As luck would have it, I find a local drug chain and, after a few minutes of shopping, I have a bag full of goodies for tonight. I nearly skip back to you, my beloved little thing, and when I see the lights are off I quickly make my way in through your front door. I won't bore you with details. I didn't write this letter to explain how to jack a lock with a card or move in way that doesn't disturb a woman all alone in he dark house. I regret that I can't fill in the details about you with pictures and effects here. But I hear you slumbering, I can smell you from the hall, and if you still mean anything to me there's always tomorrow. Maybe it's you, maybe it's the excitement of it all, maybe it's the way you made me fight you, knee you in the ribs and duct tape your wrists and ankles in place: but your pussy was perfect. From the moment I got to carefully open up it's outer folds and take a whiff, it was delicious. Such a deep, unique scent with so much moisture already pooling up. I don't really care if it was excitement or fear or "both." You were so wet for me already and so delicious. I want nothing more than to lick you until you come for me. Until I can drink you down and swallow and do it all over again. But how would that teach you a lesson? It's really not fair for either of us, but instead I snake up your body and wrap my arms around you. I slide one beneath your back and one over your chest and nuzzle my face into your neck. "Shh, shh," I say reassuringly, "don't fight." I stuff two pairs of your panties down your mouth and I made sure the duct tape is wrapped extra tight." My tongue moves up and down your cheek, to and over your lips before I kiss them, ajar and with bits of fabric pouring out. But you don't stop screaming at me and my patience with the situation begins to wain. "Please stop screaming," I ask as nicely as I can, my right hand slides down to run over your neck. I pass the time waiting for you to stop by moving my hand up and down your neck, fingernail digging into your collarbone. I get lost in it, and soon find myself moving my hands up and down the length of your body, tracing invisible lines from the tips of your fingers to your navel. Your screaming doesn't subside, but it does become more and more muted. "You're very beautiful, you know?" I wait a moment for you to respond but when all you do is look up at with me with wide eyes my disposition changes. No, you don't even appreciate what I'm doing for you now. So I raise my hand and I slap you across the face as hard as I can, your face contorting with it and another scream slipping out of the ad hoc gag. "I'm losing my patience with you, I really am, I'm trying to remain even but you're not making it easy." I bring my hands down to wrap around your throat and ask again. "You're very beautiful, you know that?" I'm so pleased with you when you nod this time. I smile and reward you with another kiss. Everything is amplified. I feel alive and then the simple sound of a my clothes hitting your floor seems like something amazing. From the sheen of water covering your eyes it's easy to make out how your eyes are following me and I strip, a happy movement in my steps as I do. I take everything off, down to my shoes and socks. By the time I remove my underwear and peel it down my cock is throbbing for you. Just the feel of cold air alone makes me shutter. Something about this gets a rise out of you and you start straining at your bonds again. It takes all I can do not to laugh at how cute you look. But by now we've both waited long enough, so I move myself between your parted thighs. I kiss my way up your body, stroking and biting the inside of your thighs. I can't contain myself, I even give a little lick to your cunt before moving on to your breasts and eventually lips. My lips touch yours in wide, screaming kiss, as I dangle my cock at your entrance. You're wailing now at the feeling of my rigid, hard self moving against you. I buck my hips and continue to press against your fuck-hole, coating myself in the flowing juices. Your eyes are bright and shiny once more as a new wave of tears well up on in them. "You taste delicious -- so, so good," I whisper before kissing you again and taking great pride at the heat and tremblings I feel eminating from your hole. "Is this what you want? You pathetic fuck-slut. You worthless whore?" Pushing my way into you is a battle. You're so tight, so clenched, and I've never felt anything like it. If I was throbbing hard already I wouldn't be able to get in at all. If you didn't excite me so I wouldn't be able to push past your defenses. I groan as I do, and you thrash your taped up appendages as you pull your hips back. It's a slow game and I have to put my hands on either side of the mattress to balance and gain more strength. After a minute or two my cock is all the way aside you and your movement stops. "I'm going to make you pay for making me wait" I say as I begin to pull out. I wish I could tell you how good it felt to swim in your juices as I pull back and tighten my ass. The total pleasure and feeling of power I have as I slap my cock against your clit and push back in. Oh, you don't put up nearly as much of a fight this time. Once in, I know I can't take it. I move my hands from the mattress to your breasts and shift my weight to my knees. I tweak and pinch your nipples as I being to push in and out of you in a slow, steady rhythm. You don't fight at the bonds anymore, but you're sure making a lot of screams. Are you telling me no? Screaming yes over and over again? I could tell through the panties. I continue to push stronger and stronger inside you. Your pussy, though still open to me, begins to constrict around me as your lubrication begins to really flow. It's exactly what I thought: you're just another cunt that wants to be taken, aren't you? You, and every woman, just love to be a whore when you don't have a choice. I can't cum inside you, and I know it, but the itch to release is welling up. Painful as it is, I stop and pull out moving to straddle your stomach. "I wish I could pull those things out of your mouth and make you suck this off." But instead I'm forced to push your tits together -- rife with your sweat -- and fuck them. It only takes a few thrusts before I'm pushed over the edge and I shoot unguided salvo's of cum all over you. Collapsing, I breath heavily against your body. Our fluids are mixing together and it causes me to laugh. I kiss your viced-open lips again as I slide my cock up and down over your body, painting you with gift. I do it until I'm hard again and then I pull out of the bag I bought this evening. A quick rip and I've put the condom on again and you're screaming and fighting once more. "Did you think we were finished here? Oh, no. No, no, no. I need more of you." I confess, it didn't feel as good, but that tight, hot pussy of yours still was the closest thing to heaven I could have. I wouldn't trade taking you for anything I could name, not tonight. This time, knowing that I won't go off so soon or easily, I grasp your waist. "Ready for this, Cunt?" Then the fucking. The hard, strong stuff that I've been waiting for. My cock spreads you apart and keeps you open with hard, fast thrusts. Gutteral growls escape me as I do. "Tighten it! Tighten it around me! Make me cum inside you!" I push with all I can as you scream through the gags. Every fiber of me feels alive. Your skin, beneath my hands and against my legs and wrapped all around me, feels so hot and good. I couldn't care less what you were thinking at this moment -- it's all about my pleasure. It should it. It should never end. But as I my eyes peel open through the sweat and I see your staring back at me I'm pushed over the edge. Cursing vile obscenities at you I try to pound my way through and orgasm and delightfully fail. Wrapping my arms around in a long, soft embrace, I kiss whatever skin my mouth comes in contact with and catch myself laughing as I do. Then I pull myself away from you and dress myself, making sure to collect my belongings and careful not to touch a thing in the room with my hands. I doubt beyond anything that anyone would search for fingerprints for this crime, but now that I've gotten off the world seems so much more real. Secure that everything is safe, I take up the cheap plastic bag and move to your side. "If you say a word, or scream or make a sound that I do not ask for I will kill you and be gone before anyone arrives. Do you understand?" You nod rapidly and carefully pull the panties out of your mouth. I wait for the coughing to subside and you regain eye contact before I ask the one thing that's bothering me. "Did you cum for me?" You seem to wait for a long time before answer, or maybe it's anticipation that's killing me. But finally you part those lips one again and whisper "yes." I kiss you deeply before putting the panties back in, saying "thank you" and moving back out into the night. You made me a new man and I thank you for it. I do apologize for any inconvenience it may have caused you. Take a Bow Mister Mystery gazed out over the rooftops of his city at midnight, an expression of grim determination on his face. Below him lay a sprawling metropolis of five million souls, and all too many soulless monsters that preyed upon them. They would learn, he vowed, whose city this was. By the time he finished with them, they would be begging to spread the word about Mister Mystery. Tonight, though, he didn't need them to tell others about him. He needed the scum of Macropolis to open their shrunken, black hearts to him and give him all the information they had about the sinister temptress, Vita Brevis. She was out there, he knew, somewhere in the city. She'd kidnapped Lucinda Love, heiress to the Love media fortune. The ransom note had already been delivered, but Mister Mystery knew his old enemy enough to know that it was nothing more than a decoy. It would fool the police, of course--Captain O'Rourke was a good cop, but he was used to dealing with ordinary criminals. He knew the way their minds worked. Vita would count on that. No, Vita's plan was far more subtle. Far more insidious. She would allow the police to trace the ransom note. Not too quickly, of course; the cops would take days deciphering the seemingly accidental clues that the wrinkled piece of paper held for them. But trace it they would, and in the end, they'd rescue the innocent Lucinda from Vita's foul clutches. With Vita, of course, barely escaping in the confusion. Well done, officers. Medals all around. But Mister Mystery knew Vita's true plan. She'd hidden her tracks well--a series of bizarre, seemingly unrelated thefts around the city in the months leading up to the kidnapping attracted no attention to Vita, not for the average detective. They wouldn't even connect it to the Love kidnapping. But the details of those crimes stood out to Mister Mystery's impeccably trained deductive genius like a beacon in the darkness of the criminal mind, marking Vita Brevis as their architect as surely as if she'd left her signature. She'd been assembling a brainwashing device, a masterwork of technology far beyond the skills of any but a mad genius like herself. Mister Mystery could just picture it. Lucinda, sweet, innocent Lucinda, playing the role of damsel in distress so perfectly that she believes it herself. The police rescue her, and she weeps tears of true gratitude before being returned to the bosom of her beloved family. A few weeks later, her father dies of sudden and inexplicable heart failure. Then her fiancé, actor Kevin Charles, perishes in a mysterious 'accident', leaving Lucinda in control of the Love movie studios, and all the profits thereof...and she takes advantage of that control to siphon funds off to Vita Brevis, while secretly submitting to Vita's decadent pleasures. The perfect crime. Why take a pittance of a ransom when you can have it all, and with no-one the wiser? No-one except Mister Mystery, of course. But now, the clock was ticking. He had to find Vita's secret laboratory, and he had to do it before Lucinda's will broke and her delicate, nymph-like body became Vita Brevis' submissive plaything. And finding Vita meant getting the criminal element of his city to talk. He looked down, into the alleyway below him. Three young men lurked behind the trash cans, laughing and joking in the manner of arrogant young toughs the world over. Mister Mystery smiled. Sometimes, his city was good to him. He hooked his grapple-cable onto the ledge, and slowly, silently descended down towards the three punks below. ***** Lucy woke up with a pounding, throbbing headache. The light in the room felt agonizingly bright, and her eyes felt like they took too long to focus. But when they finally did, she saw that she was in a hospital bed. She looked down. She was wearing a thin smock that barely covered her lithe body, and her wrists and ankles were secured to the bed with thick leather straps. She tried to move her hand a little, just experimentally, and noticed the I.V. tube leading into her wrist as she tugged at the straps. They didn't give. There was a woman with long black hair standing there, wearing a white coat over a green smock and holding a syringe. "Ah," she said, "I see you're awake again. That's a very good sign. You had me quite worried, young lady." Lucy blinked. "I don't...I don't understand," she said, her mouth feeling unpleasantly thick with half-dried saliva. "What happened? Where am I? Why am I in these?" She jerked at her restraints, suddenly panicked. "Please calm down," the woman said. "There was an accident at the studio. You suffered a severe concussion, and we had to bring you here to the hospital. You've been in and out of consciousness several times during the last forty-eight hours." "I don't remember any of that," Lucy said angrily. Her head still throbbed like a gong that had been rung several minutes ago, but was still gently quivering. "No," the woman said, smiling gently, "you wouldn't. That's generally one of the signs of a severe concussion. But during the periods you were conscious, you tried several times to leave the hospital. We had to restrain you for your own safety." Lucy tried to sit up, but the restraints and the sickening head-rush she got whenever she moved too fast convinced her to lie still. "Well, I'm awake now, so you can go ahead and take them off." The woman smiled. It was an irritatingly bland smile, like she was used to hearing irrational requests like that, and to humoring the people who made them. "I'm not sure that we want to do that just yet, dear," she said. "But I'll certainly speak to the doctor about it. In the meanwhile, you just try to rest. Your friends have been very worried about you. They're waiting outside right now." "Friends?" Lucy said eagerly, a sudden wave of relief coursing through her body. Somehow, she felt intensely relieved knowing that she wasn't alone here after all. She still felt so groggy and disoriented, but she had friends here. She was safe here. "Can I see them?" The woman's next words dashed her hopes. "Maybe once you've recovered a bit more," she said, the bland smile still fixed to her face like a mask. "We don't want you over-exerting yourself just yet, do we?" Lucy felt a rush of sudden, irrational terror. She couldn't remember how she got here, she couldn't leave, and they weren't letting her see anyone... "Please," she said plaintively. "Just ask the doctor if it would be alright to let them in, just for a minute or two." The woman looked down at her for a long moment, then nodded. "I'll go ask. In the meanwhile, you just try to rest, okay?" Lucy nodded enthusiastically...or at least, she did until the sensation made her want to vomit. Then she sagged back onto the pillows, waiting for the world to stop spinning. It seemed like forever, lying there on the bed with absolutely nothing to do. She couldn't even scratch herself, and the moment she thought of that her butt developed an itch that absolutely would not go away. It felt like some sort of bizarre torture, and she only prayed that whoever her doctor was, he'd let her out of this thing once she convinced him she wasn't about to run away. That wasn't too much to ask, was it? After what felt like an eternity, the door finally opened to reveal the woman once more. "Now you can only stay for a few minutes," she was saying as she walked into the room. "She's still very weak." "I understand, ma'am," the man behind her said. "Thank you for letting us see her." Lucy looked at him, and at the Asian woman next to him, and her heart sank. These people weren't her friends at all. ***** Mister Mystery gathered his cloak around him, becoming almost at one with the shadows. He coughed meaningfully, delighting in the looks of shock on the faces of the thugs as they spun around to see him seemingly materialized out of nowhere. "Gentlemen," he said in a low, rough voice. "I'm in need of information. Now we can do this the easy way...or the hard way. Keep in mind before you answer, the hard way involves spending two weeks in traction." One of the punks peered at him, his face wrinkling in confusion. "Say," he said, "aren't you--" Mister Mystery silenced him with a punch to the breadbasket. He doubled over, gasping for breath. "You already know who I am," he said, "unless you're new in town. And if you are, then maybe you're just the men I'm looking for. You maybe work for someone who came here recently? Someone with a plan for making easy money fast? A woman named Vita Brevis, perhaps?" He took a step forward, fixing his grim stare on them. "Tell me if that rings a bell." One of the two remaining thugs looked at the other one. "You seeing this, Miguel?" he asked. "Seriously, man, this is fucking nuts. Like something out of a comic book or something." Mister Mystery darted forward, grabbing the young man by the shirt and pushing him roughly back against the wall. "There's nothing funny about any of this," he snarled out. "A young woman's life is at stake. Where is Vita Brevis?" Behind him, his preternaturally sharp senses noted the third man, Miguel, fleeing. He unclipped a mysterang from his belt and turned his attention away from the crook he was holding just long enough to fling it down the alley at the running suspect. It clipped him on the back of the head, sending him sprawling headlong into the trash can. Mister Mystery pulled the last conscious suspect up to his face, glaring at him intensely. "I'm running out of patience," he said. "Where is Vita Brevis?" The last thug looked at him closely. Suddenly, a light of recognition dawned in his eyes. "Hey, I know you!" he said, the fear on his face melting into astonishment. "You're--" Mister Mystery head-butted him, and the man sagged into unconsciousness in his grasp. That was a little too close. Usually, criminals were too busy cowering in terror to recognize him as newspaper publisher Frank Fowler. Obviously, Vita's hoods were made of tougher stuff. He sprayed a little amnesia gas into the crook's nostrils, then retreated via grapple-gun to the rooftops. The criminal element wasn't talking. Time to take a different approach. ***** Lucy groaned, more from misery than actual pain. "Don't take this the wrong way, Paul," she said, "but when they said 'friends', I was thinking they meant actual friends." Paul chuckled. "Ah, that's just the concussion talking," he said to the woman next to him. "She's normally sweetness and light, our Lucy. Always brightens up the set just by being there." He turned back to Lucy. "Nah, you've had plenty of visitors while you were out, but the nurse chased most of 'em home. They'll be back in the morning. But Ms Laine and I, we kind of had to talk to you as soon as you woke up." Lucy tried to put her head into her hands, but the straps stopped her. "Oh, I'm not up to dealing with you yet, Paul. Can't it wait until the morning? Whatever it is, it's already waited two days, ever since..." She frowned. "What did happen to me, anyway?" Paul waved dismissively. "You got a little too close to one of the flash pots, and the idiot who made it used too much powder. He's already off the set, by the way, and insurance is gonna cover everything. We're all just glad you're safe and sound, really we are. Everyone is pulling for you, love. Absolutely everyone." Lucy grimaced. Something about the way he said those words sounded hideously wrong to her. But then again, she'd always thought of Paul as an insincere douchebag who glad-handed everyone so ineptly that it actually made them like him less, so this was her usual reaction to his every statement. "Everyone..." She blinked, her sluggish mind finally catching up to events after two days of forced inactivity. "What about Charles?" she asked. "Is he here?" Paul and his silent partner looked at each other, worry etched into their faces. "Um...yeah, about that," Paul said at last. "That's kind of what we wanted to ask you about. You see--" "He walked off the set after we finished filming for the day," Ms Laine broke in. "Nobody's been able to get in touch with him since. He hasn't been back to his house, he hasn't answered his cell phone...it's like he's dropped off the face of the earth." "After you what?" Lucy shouted, the loudness of her own voice making her wince with pain. "I thought we had an agreement," she continued, a bit more quietly. "It specified in our contract that no filming was to take place unless I was directly present on set alongside Charles." "Well, yeah," Paul said, "but I mean, this wasn't like you were just out getting a coffee or something, Luce. The docs said you might be out for days, maybe even wind up in a coma. It was pretty touch and go. You think I can shut down production on a $200 million dollar movie because the star's personal assistant is hurt?" The look on her face obviously suggested that the answer was 'yes', because he continued, "Besides, Chuck gave it his personal okay." Lucy rolled her eyes. "Let me guess, you asked him and he said something like, 'Let's do it,' right?" Paul looked a bit startled. "Yeah. How did you...?" Lucy closed her eyes for a long moment, gathering her strength. "Call a doctor," she said after re-opening them. "Get him to get these straps off of me. We need to go looking for him, right now. Oh, I knew this was a mistake. I absolutely knew it. I tried to tell him this was the wrong part for him, but he wanted to do something different, thought he was getting typecast as a romantic lead..." She sighed heavily. "I should never have let you talk him into this." "I don't get it," Paul said. "What's the big deal?" "Didn't you ever wonder why we had all those weird clauses in the contract?" Lucy asked. "Why we wanted working props, indemnity clauses for the stuntmen, why I always had to be on set with him every single take? Didn't you ever notice how he never dropped character, even when the cameras weren't rolling? Or wonder why he absolutely refused to do that goddamn serial killer movie you kept trying to push on him?" Paul shook his head. "This is Hollywood, Lucy," he said with a shrug. "Hell, he could do all that shit and take home tranny hookers every night and still just be considered 'a little difficult'. What's the big deal?" So Lucy told them. ***** Mister Mystery frowned, his face a mask of anger. Underneath that anger, though, he felt a sickening feeling of dread. Some new, sinister factor was at work here, something more than just the machinations of Vita Brevis. Something that had managed to wipe the Mystery Cavern from the face of the earth. He looked around again at the tall cliff face, its smooth perfection marred by the smoldering ruin of the Mystery Mobile. He'd barely managed to jump clear of the crash in time, once he'd realized that the hidden door in the cliff face wasn't opening when he sent out the hidden signal. But even after his specially-designed car had impacted it at full speed, the secret entrance to his inner crime-fighting sanctum remained indistinguishable from the rocks around it. Almost like...almost like it was solid rock. But that wasn't possible, was it? He'd returned to sift through the clues he'd gathered from the burglaries, hoping to find something that would help him track down Vita's secret lair, but now, he had an even greater mystery to solve. And this mystery was, quite literally, a little too close to home for his comfort. He felt along the cliffside, as close to the burning car as he dared, looking for the barely-perceptible join between true rock and carefully shaped and decorated concrete. But all he found was the signs of recently-removed construction. Someone had filled in his secret entrance. Someone knew his secret identity. And when he found out... "You won't find your way in," a woman's voice said from behind him. He spun around to see a pretty young blonde in a wheelchair, her head bandaged. Flanking her was a portly man in a white suit, and an Asian woman in a dress. Mister Mystery racked his brains, trying to figure out who these new villains might be. "So," he said, "it looks like my old nemesis Brainstorme has returned." He'd never seen her looking this weak, but no doubt the progressive deterioration of her body had advanced further since they'd fought last. With a correspondingly dangerous enhancement of her mental capacities, he reminded himself. "I should have realized sooner once I deduced that my enemy knew who I really was. I don't know who your friends are, but you've made a mistake bringing only two of them--" "Take a bow, Charles," she said wearily, slumping back into the chair in exhaustion. Charles Bailey blinked once, then a second, longer time. "Lucille?" he asked, pulling his mask off. "Are we finally done for the day? Feels like I've been under forever." Lucy nodded again. "We're done, Charles," she said. "Now can we get me back to the hospital? The doctor told me that even if it was a matter of life and death, he didn't want me out of bed for more than an hour." ***** "So how did you figure out where to find me?" Charles asked, once he'd settled Lucy gently back into her bed and chased away Paul and his boss. "You'll need to tell me quick, the doctor said he'd only give me ten minutes." Lucy smiled as smugly as she could, given her exhaustion. "Well, I figured that the hypnotic persona we created for you would keep you roughly on the plot of the 'Mister Mystery' movie even after you departed the script. And that meant you'd be trying to solve the Vita Brevis case...which wouldn't be possible, because there is no such person. And what does Mister Mystery always do when presented with an unsolvable case?" "He goes back to the Mystery Cavern to think it over," Charles said, smiling back at her. "Or in this case, the location we used to film the exteriors of the Mystery Cavern." "Exactly," Lucy replied. "We were still almost too late, though. When I saw that smoke in the distance..." She shivered. "Let's stick to the romantic comedies from now on, okay?" He grinned. "Oh, I don't know, I thought I handled myself pretty well as Mister Mystery. I escaped a fiery car wreck, defeated three hoodlums...we did find those guys, right? Sorry I couldn't give better directions, but at the time I did it, I thought that L.A. was the city of Macropolis." "Paul said they're about three floors down," she said, jerking her head in the direction of the door before remembering what a mistake that was. "He's going to offer them parts in the movie to keep them quiet." "Then all's well that ends well," he said, kissing her gently on the forehead. "Now, you get some ressmmmmph..." His words were muffled as she pulled him down to her lips for a longer, steamier kiss. "I'm feeling much better now," she said once she broke the kiss, her eyes wide as she looked at him innocently. "And we do still have eight minutes before the doctor comes back." "Oh, no," Charles said. "You're recuperating from a serious injury. Much as I would love to engage in hanky-panky, it's going to wait until you get out of here. I'd hate to have to tell Paul that I delayed your return from the hospital by over-exerting you." She leaned back into the pillows, pulling the loose smock aside to reveal her naked body. "Oh, I'll just lie right here, Charles, I promise. You can do alllll the work." She gave him a lascivious wink. Charles' gaze drifted down between her thighs as if drawn by magnets. "I really shouldn't," he said. "Then maybe someone else will," she replied mischievously. She took his chin in her hand. "Raise the curtain, love. On Marc Kingsley." Instantly, Charles' whole demeanor changed. His gaze softened. His expression became meek. His whole body trembled with lust. "Now," she said seductively, spreading her legs wide, "lick my pussy, pet." Take a Bow "Yes, madam," the lead character of the steamy romance 'Love Slave' said, moving around to the foot of the bed and burying his face between her thighs. THE END Take a Break What a day, I was making my way back across the paddock after letting my horse loose with the other horses. My face was still warm and flushed from the hard and fast gallop that has become customary on the home stretch, I know it can create bad habits in the mare but gee I can't think of anything better than letting her stride out, air pumping through her lungs as stride by stride she pushes off with that powerful hindquarter. It's like a natural high and the adrenalin pushes the blood through my body at an alarming rate causing me to be able to hear my heart pumping extra hard and the wind is drawn in and out of my lungs, the tingly feeling it creates allover my own body is enough to carry me through the rest of the day. On my way back past the tack shed I dropped the bridle onto its hook and continued up to the house, my jodhpurs and boots were covered in the grey hair of the mares coat, about the only setback from riding bareback. I briefly sat down on the back verandah dangling my legs over the edge as one by one I struggled to pull off my long boots, still feeling the sensation of having the 600kg of horseflesh moving between my legs, I lent back onto the verandah railing and closing my eyes quietly enjoyed the relaxed sensation that was taking over my body. After a short while I slowly moved my hand from where it was sitting in my lap to lightly run it up and down my inner thigh sending electric pulses through my body, my other hand moved slowly up my rib cage running my fingers along the outline of my ribs until it reached my breasts where it remained pinching and teasing my sensitive nipples. I slowly undid the button and fly on my jodhpurs allowing my hand better access to my newly waxed mound, the bare skin felt smooth and silky to touch, but it wasn't here that was craving attention. Just the tip of my index finger made it lightly over the lips of my pussy to waver across the top of my clit only barely touching the already throbbing button that lay awaiting, enlarged and very wet from the riding I had done earlier. I continued to do this only occasionally dipping my finger further into the pit of my vagina feeling my need for more attention rise each time, stopping occasionally only to taste my juices that remained on my fingers. The slight breeze that whipped along the verandah took me by surprise as it sent shivers down my spine where it mixed with the fresh sweat along my back and at the back of my neck. I moved my other hand down from my breast to join its mate between my legs, bring my legs up onto the verandah and bending my knees to gain better access, thankful of the fact that I don't where any underwear when I am riding. I reached down with my left hand pushing my fingers deeply into my vagina feeling for where my 'G' Spot should be, already enlarged from the excitement, whilst my other hand continued to rub up and down and in small circles over my clit. Ahhhh found the spot as it sent shuttering waves through my entire body, I lessened off and slowed down trying to draw this feeling of pure pleasure out for as long as I could, it didn't take long before my body was demanding more, I had no control over what my hands were doing, my juices were flowing freely now pushing out little spurts of this delicious fluid. With the fingers on one hand dipping in and out of my vagina putting pressure on my 'G' Spot, and the other working on my clit at an alarming rate, I couldn't handle it any longer, spasms started throughout my entire body, small ones at first followed off by a grand finally that nearly had me thrown off the edge of the verandah. I remained motionless, just the tip of my index finger continued to periodically glide over my clit deepening and prolonging the orgasm that had just taken control over my body like something possessed. I removed my hands from between my legs sucked the remaining juices from fingers, my eyes were closed, I stayed there totally drained, soaking up the sun for what seemed like hours. Take A Break “Well I wanna give him something,” Annie said firmly. “For heaven’s sake, he’s a student,” I reminded her. “So am I” she said, quick as thought. “So are you, even if you are stuck teaching this class. Anyway, we’re on Break, officially for the next month, and I already told him he had to stop by.” “You told him what?” I thought hard about strangling her. “I told him he had to stop in before he could go on break.” She said again, not sounding at all contrite. “And I asked her why,’ He said from the door. “But she wouldn’t say. I turned to look at him, letting my eyes run over his large, wide-shouldered body, his silly smile and his large hands. I had dreams about his hands, and where I wanted him to put them. Annie skipped over to the door and pushed him further into the room. He pretty much ignored her, which was usual. It was like a tiny terrier trying to push a Great Dane. He moved, but because he wanted to, not because she could move him. “So, sine she’s not talking, what’s so important I had to be here?” Silently I asked for divine help. Instead, Annie locked the door. When I could see her, she emerged from behind him. Her dress was a puddle on the floor and she didn’t have a thing on under it. My mouth fell open, staring at her, which turned his attention away from me. His eyes bugged when he saw her naked, almost as much as mine. “What the—“ he started to say, but Annie was too quick. She dropped to her knees in front of him and before I could say anything, even form a coherent thought, she had his pants open and was pulling his out into view. “Oooh…” was the last thing she said, before opening her mouth and closing her lips around him. I stared, fascinated and terrified and appalled. I have never, ever seen anyone do that, not in my life. And Bill, he was frozen for long minutes, then his hands lifted and closed around her head. He made a noise between a grunt and a groan, but Annie didn’t need any help. She was licking and sucking him, obviously delighted as he grew in her mouth, swelling to erect, and alarming, proportions. ‘I’ll just..” I said, with some vague thought of making my escape. But Bill’s head swivelled to me, and he fixed me with a long look from his bright blue eyes. He was obviously getting hard, but he reached out with one hand and caught my arm as I tried to slide past them. Annie pulled back only enough to say, “She wants you too. She always has, but she’s too shy.” “Take them off.” That was all he said. I do not know why I obeyed him. I really don’t. I unbuttonned my blouse and pulled it free, then opened my bra, by freeing the little hooks in the front. “All of it,” he said. He looked down at Annie, kneeling at his feet. “Lick my balls,” he told her. “Take them in your mouth.” She moved closer, curled her hands around his growing shaft and stroked him while she took his balls into her pretty mouth. Me, I’d undone my skirt and let it fall, and stood there, my breasts bare and covered only by my panties. He pulled me close, almost crushing Annie between us. He covered my mouth with his, and then he was kissing me hard. He filled my mouth, driving his tongue into me like it was a cock, kissing me until I could barely breathe. Annie reached up and pulled my panties down, never once stopping as she tongue him. She hummed to herself, slurping and sucking every so often licking over his shaft, her hands busily stroking him. He pushed himself into her mouth then, and she took it, took all of him, choking as her nose was mashed against his belly. He groaned and fisted one hand in her hair. He shoved against her face hard, driving himself into her. He stiffened, and then he was cumming. She swallowed, but he came hard, and some leaked from her mouth. He relaxed but only for a minute. He pulled out of her mouth, and I saw he was still hard. He pushed me towards the desk. I tripped over my underpants, and ended up sprawled over it. He ws on me in seconds, one hand between my legs, the other clamed in the back of my neck, holding me face down on the desk. I gasped as his fingers slid into me, and my hips pushed back against his hand. “You’re already wet,” he said, and he sounded very pleased. He pulled his hand away, but the next second he slid into me, hard and fast, stretching me around him. I cried out at the shock, he was so big, and I clamed hard around him, shuddering and crying. He drove into me harder, with steady strokes. ”Get over here,” He told Annie. “Get on the desk, I want her to lick you out.” Annie scurried to the desk and shoved the papers on it onto the floor. She hopped up and with a lithe twist of her body, slid herself under me so that my face rested between her legs. Bill drove into me hard, driving me onto the desk and forcing my mouth into her slick folds. I opened my mouth to gasp, and was amazed by her scent, sweet and salty and musky. I tasted her feeling very daring, and she moaned, lifting her hips to my mouth. She grabbed my head with both her hands, and Bill dug his fingers into my hips. Between them they rode me, Bill pounding me hard, his thick shaft stretching me as he slammed into me, driving me mad with want. Annie bucked against my mouth, rocking and squealing as she forced my mouth deeper into her. Bill lifted his right hand, then slapped my butt hard. The sting ripped through me and I began to spasm, in pleasure. I cried out into Annie’s slick cleft, my hips jerking madly as I closed tightly around him. He yelled, driving himself all the way into me and shuddering as he filled me, each spurt scalding as it exploded inside me. Annie yelled, gripping my head so hard I thought she’d rip my hair out. She shook, body writhing, and liquid spilled from her in a thick wave. I had to swallow or drown. Bill collapsed onto me and Annie fell back onto the desktop, still twitching. I lay still, gasping to breathe, still crammed full of Bill. He finally stirred. “Ok,’ he said. “I’m calling home and saying I have to cram for midterms. Then we’re getting a room. No way I’m letting you two get away.”