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Breakdown Ch. 01

By: bec2791



I was on my way to my sister's place in south Texas for a little two-week vacation. 

With 3 kids and being recently divorced I needed a break from all the stress I had been under lately and it was my ex-husband's two-week visitation time. 

I had a long drive ahead of me and I always drove at night, less trafficand guess what? The mini-van breaks down about an hour into the drive. No warning… just dead. I am in the middle of nowhere and going to have to walk. I had no hopes of catching a ride because most women don't pick up hitchhikers and I am a big girl, literally, so most men wouldn't even give me a second glance. 

About 15 minutes into my little stroll, a big, black Hummer pulled up. A good-looking guy asked if I needed any help. 

I said, "My van broke down a little ways back." and he said he saw it.

"Get on in and I'll take you to a phone." 

I thought, OK should I? I mean, a girl alone with this buff dude, sure what does someone like me have to be worried about anyway. So I climbed on in. 

I looked in the back of the car and there was another guy in the seat behind me. 

Looking at him I said, "You didn't have to give up your seat for me, I can sit back there." 

He replied, "I wouldn't hear of it, a beautiful girl like you riding in the back, never!" 

With a laugh, I responded. "Yeah right, maybe cute ten years ago but now I'm nothing but an old, fat mom."

The driver leaned over and said, "You still look good enough to eat to me." 

I blushed and said, "Thank you." 

With an evil look, he added, "Didn't I tell you? This ride is going to cost you?" 

That made me very nervous. 

I smiled like I knew they had to be joking and said, "Oh yeah what's it going to cost me?" 

He told me he and his friend were vampires. 

I said, "Um-hum." (like I believed that). 

They insisted they were vampires and that I had to let them have some of my blood. They don't like to kill people, so they try to get willing people to make "donations". 

Trying to be funny I asked, "So hey, it's like a blood drive, right?" 

Grinning, he said, "Yes, a little bit like that." 

I said, "Okay prove it." 

He pulled down the mirror on his sun visor and said, "Look." 

So, I leaned over and looked and I saw the back of his seat and the empty back seat behind him. 

"That's a trick. It's really just a picture." 

He ordered me to put my hand in front of it, so I did and do you know what I saw? My hand! 

I said, "Oh Shit! Pull over, I will walk!" 

His friend in the back seat asked, "Why? It is okay, if we wanted to kill you, we already would have." 

I was puzzled. Who were these two freaks? As if the one in the back seat had read my thoughts, he answered. 

"By the way, my name is Luke and the chauffeur there is named Michael, we will not hurt you and we could probably fix your van, we have been around a long time and have had a lot of time on our hands, so we know a few things. We know a nice, quite spot just a mile off the next exit, it will not hurt and you will be fine, I promise." 

"My name is Candy. Okay, let's say for a minute I believe you really are vampires. What would happen to me when I am done giving my little donation?"

Luke just smiled and looked at me and said, "You will be a little weak in the knees. I promise that is all." 

When I looked into his eyes, I just knew he was telling me the truth. That I would just be helping them out and they would help me out. It will be okay, I kept thinking and then I relaxed and leaned against the seat and said, "Okay, but if it gets to weird I will be very pissed off!" 

So, off we go at the next exit. 

I know I should be scared but oddly enough, I'm not, I know I should be but I feel fine and good. 

Michael pulls off on a side road that leads down to a beautiful lake. 

We get out and go stand in front of the Hummer and just look at the moon reflecting off the water. It was so peaceful. 

Michael comes up to me first and says, "It hurts for just a second like a needle prick and then you may feel a lot better about everything, kind of like a natural high." 

I said, "Okay, let's get this over with." 

Michael leans into me, looks into my eyes and starts to kiss me. 

My first reaction is to jerk back, but when his lips touch mine, oh my it was like I was someone else. I ran my hand behind his neck and pulled him closer to me. My tongue met his and they stroked together in a sexual rhythm. 

I was extremely turned on at this point. (it had been awhile!) 

Then Michael leaned back and smiled at me, showing me his fangs in the process! 

I screamed, "Oh my God! You really are a Vampire!" and I tried to get away. I guess I was just expecting a wild night of memorable sex. I just needed a little excitement, but this was too much for me. 

Michael just grabbed my chin and made me look into his eyes. 

He said "Its okay." 

I instantly knew it was okay. "Okay." Then I grabbed Michael by the back of the neck and brought him to my lips for another deep kiss. 

I felt Luke come up behind me and grab my arms to hold me still. Then he started nibbling on the back of my neck, wet light licks and nibbles at first and then I felt his fangs sink into my neck. 

I jerked and said, "Wait this isn't right!" 

I didn't stop him though. Instead, I ran my hand behind me to the back of his neck to pull him closer. 

Then his hands came around to the front of my shirt and started unbuttoning it. I was so very hot and wet. 

Michael started trailing kissed down the front of my shirt where Luke was unbuttoning it. I felt him unlatch the front hook of my bra and start rubbing my nipples with his soft hands. Then with his warm tongue. I felt his fangs scrape against my hard nipples. He sank his fangs into the underside of my breast and began to drink. 

"Oh my God!" I said. It was a good thing Luke was behind me holding me up because I could barely stand on my own. I was feeling a little weak at first (from blood loss or ecstasy I don't know or care!) 

Luke stopped drinking from my neck and said into my ear "You even taste sweet like candy!" 

He started kissing my neck again and gently sucked on it, then I felt the little prick again and I knew I would cum right were I stood.

While he sucked on my neck he ran his hand down the back of my pants. He was stroking my ass through my pants.

I had never been so hot and wet before, it was amazing. 

Michael unbuttoned my pants so Luke could get better access to my ass and Michael could get better access to my pussy! 

When he first touched my pussy I leaned my head back and just released a huge moan of pleasure. Then Michael pulled the rest of my clothes off. 

And there I was standing in the middle of nowhere having things done to me I never thought would happen. Luke walked around to the back of the Hummer and came back with a blanket then laid it out on the ground for us. 

Once I came out of the shock of what was happening to me, I decided to become a more active participant. 

Michael laid me down and spread my legs apart running his tongue up my calf to my thigh and then to my pussy. He licked lightly there for a few seconds and started licking and kissing his way back down the other leg. 

While he was doing that I asked Luke to come over to me. He leaned down, kissed me and started stroking my breast as I reached out and started unbuttoning his shirt and his pants.

I ran my had inside his shirt and felt his hard chest, slick with sweat. He was as excited as I was. Then I ran my hand into his pants and slid the sides of his pants down as far as I could, but he had a nice hard ass and he had to work them down the rest of the way for me.

I love a nice ass! 

I told Luke to come here and he crawled to me so I could take his huge hard dick in my mouth. 

Michael had worked his way back to my pussy and was working very well right where he was. I was in ecstasy. He was stroking my clit with his tongue and running his fingers in and out of my wet pussy. 

Oh, I could barely concentrate on Luke, but I did my best. I took him as far down my throat as I could and ran my tongue back up to the tip, circled it with my tongue and slid it back down my throat again, slowly at first using my hand to make up the distance to his balls. I started moving my mouth faster and faster on his hard cock, sucking as much of it as I could. Luke was rocking with me and Michael had picked up our rhythm with his fingers and tongue working my pussy. 

When my first orgasm hit I squeezed Luke's dick and screamed around it, then threw my head back and leaned back for a second to recover. 

Michael said he had never seen a woman so wet. He told Luke to get down here and fuck me for a while, while he took Luke's place at my mouth. 

Luke was very happy to oblige. He moved down to my wet pussy, leaning me onto my right side while putting my left over his shoulder before sliding his huge dick inside me. 

I moaned asking Michael to come closer.

He leaned down and started sucking on my nipples while I pulled his shirt up trying to get it off his hard body. He stopped what he was doing long enough to slide the shirt off, then went back to work on my nipples and started to stroke my clit while Luke was pounding me. 

I could barley think straight, but I managed to get Michaels pants off him. His dick was even bigger than Lukes. Oh my I was in heaven or hell but I didn't care at that point. 

I felt Luke kissing my calf while he was pounding me. I felt another orgasm, so I said I was coming again and he started pounding me harder.

I held onto Michael's cock while I came again.

I felt Luke bite my leg while I came. I had the longest orgasm of my life. 

When Luke let go he told me to get on my knees and stick my ass in the air and I gladly did which worked out great to be able to get to Michael again.

My, that man was fine.

I took the tip of his cock in my hand and started sliding my tongue up and down the sides, getting it wet enough to slide easily into my mouth. When I thought it was ready I started to move down it, stroking with my tongue as I went. 

Luke must have been getting close, he was kissing and nipping at my back and slamming into me hard and fast, which forced me to go deeper with Michael. 

I thought I was going to choke for a minute but it didn't bother me at all. I started sucking him faster, stroking him with my hand as I went, sliding my tongue to the rhythm Luke made for us. 

All of a sudden, I felt Luke grab my hips and slam so hard I thought I was going to knock Michael over. Then Luke let out a wild scream and just held me up against him while he spilled his cum into me. I rocked back against him to get everything he had. 

Michael made me stop sucking him so he could take Luke's place. 

He had me lay flat on my back and wrap my legs around him so he could look at me while he fucked me. He leaned down and gave me a warm, sweet, gentle kiss. Then he started to move slowly inside me. He kissed my neck and my breasts. 

I had my hands on his shoulders and hugged him closer to me. I stared moving faster with him. I brought my legs up to his waist and wrapped them around him.

He started moving faster and moved to start kissing me again.

I reached around him and ran my nails lightly down his back. This seemed to encourage him so I did it a little harder and he started moving faster and kissing me deeper.

Then he broke the kiss and pushed my head to the side so he could get to my neck again. 

When he bit me this time I felt a thousand little explosions in my body starting at my toes and working all the way up to my fingertips. I squeezed my legs tighter around him and he pumped harder until he screamed out his release. 

We laid there for a few minutes recovering. Then he slowly moved off me and took my hand helping me up. 

Luke took my other hand and we walked into the water to wash ourselves off. 

Michael went to the Hummer to get some towels out of the back so we could dry off. 

Luke pulled me close to him and said, "That was the most fun I have had in a very long time!" 

They asked me if I would consider being seeing them again. 

"I would love to!" 

We walked back to the Hummer and Michael got in the driver seat, while Luke helped me into the Hummer. 

I said "Thank you. I seem to be a little weak in the knees." 

Luke just smiled showing his fangs a little and said, "I told you so." 

I leaned over and kissed Luke on the cheek before he shut the door. Then leaned over to do the same to Michael. 

"We will take you back to your van and see if we can get you going again." 

"Thank you, but I really could use a little nap. I don't understand why I am so tired." 

"Lean back and close your eyes and we will take care of everything." 

When I woke up I couldn't believe what I was seeing! 

But that is another story. 

The End of Part1 

Breakdown Ch. 01



Galen pounded his fist on the steering wheel in frustration. He was on the last leg of a multi-city trip heading toward Savannah when, for the third time in less than a week, the car he'd been assigned had suddenly and inexplicably died. [Piece of crap!!!]

Opening the door, he got out of the late-model lemon provided by his employer, and assessed the situation. There aren't many towns within easy reach of Interstate 16. In the distance, he could just see an exit ramp. Unfortunately, it was back in the direction from which he'd just come. He got his cell phone out and discovered that he had no signal (of course!). In resignation, he picked up his coat, locked up the car, and started the long trek to the exit. 

It was hot. Still, he was able to cover the distance in about half an hour, but when he arrived, the news wasn't good. According to the signs, the nearest town of any size was Statesboro, about twenty-five miles off of the Interstate. Galen looked at the phone again: Still no signal. [Cheap bastards could have at least bought a decent calling plan!] 

He started walking toward the town. Another half-hour or so of sweaty walking brought him to a place where the solid wall of trees lining the highway opened up into a roadside clearing. An unpaved road, little more than a jeep trail, really, left the highway and wound off toward a squat building at the rear of the clearing. An inconspicuous, hand-made sign, scrawled with the words "Mary's Game Room," pointed to the building.

Checking the utility poles, Galen thought that "Mary" might have a telephone, so he changed course to approach the "Game Room." As he got closer, he observed that there were quite a few motorcycles, and no small number of muscle cars, parked near the building. Empty cans and bottles, littered the erstwhile parking lot, while loud music and raucous laughter seeping through the doors. [Redneck bar! Oh well...]

Thick, stale cigarette smoke burned his eyes as he entered the building. It took some time to adjust to the low light inside, but then he moved easily to the bar. [Odd that the barkeep isn't wearing a shirt. That has to violate some health code! He's so pale, he must never see the sun, and I guess the customers don't mind the red-tipped hair spikes...]

The bartender turned around and Galen waved him over. As he approached, Galen observed that, other than the top of his head, all visible parts of his body were totally hairless. [That's odd...] 

"What can I do for you, dearie?" the bartender leered at him.

[Oh fuck! I've stumbled into a queer joint!] Regaining his composure, Galen considered his situation. [At least it's cooler in here than out there, and maybe I can call for help, and get a cold one while I wait.]

"Does this place have a phone I could use? And how about a cold beer?" he asked.

"No pay phone here, sweetheart," the bartender smirked, "and I'm not supposed to let anyone use the house phone, but if it's an emergency, I could make an exception for a local call..."

"It's an emergency for me," Galen interrupted, testily, "my car's broken down on the interstate, and I've just walked about two miles in this insufferable heat, looking for help! The fucking cell-phone doesn't even work!" He stopped to regain control. "Look, the call I need to make is an 800 number. If you'll let me use the phone, I'll even pay you for it."

"Okay, okay, sweet cheeks, don't get your panties, in a wad," the bartender tried to soothe him, "As long as it doesn't come out of my paycheck, you can call Timbuktu! I'll get you the phone..."

"I'm sorry," Galen offered, "it's just been a very trying day."

"'Sokay," replied the bartender, "By the way, my name's Jerry. What's yours?"

"Galen," he replied, "I appreciate the help. And how about that beer?"

"Oh Gal, we don't sell spirits here, just mixers and setups," Jerry told him, "This is a 'dry' county. Everyone has to bring their own bottle or whatever. We just provide a place for them to meet, dance, play the games, an so on..."

"It's Galen," he said firmly. He hated the nicknames people tried to hang on him, especially that one. "So there's no way I can buy a cold one in here?"

"Well, it's illegal for the club to sell spirits," Jerry observed, "but I have some of my private stock of beer here - twelve ounce cans - and there's no harm in a person letting a friend have something at cost..."

"How much for a can?" Galen asked. His thirst had grown almost unbearable.

"Five dollars," Jerry replied.

Galen looked at him thoughtfully. "At cost, huh?"

"Yeah. Stuff is hard to get, and costly in a dry county," Jerry said with a straight face.

"Oh what the hell," Galen laughed, " it'll be worth it today. Set me up!" He threw a fiver on the bar.

Jerry grinned and pulled a cold one out from under the bar. He popped the top and handed Galen the can, then swept the money off the bar. "Being the humanitarian I am, if you don't need a glass, I won't even charge you the setup fee!"

"You're a saint among men," Galen observed with a grim smile, "and I'll be fine, drinking from the can."

Jerry brought an old dial-type phone out of hiding then, and set it on the bar in front of Galen. "Remember, no toll calls..." he reminded.

"Thanks," Galen responded, and taking the phone, he dialed his employer's toll-free number. After he had identified himself and his reason for the call, the receptionist connected him with the operations manager. He had a quiet but intense exchange of ideas with that manager, during which he extracted a commitment that the company would foot the bill for a tow to the nearest auto repair facility, a hotel room, and a rental car. After giving directions to his location, he hung up and picked up his beer.

Jerry, noticing that he had finished, wandered down the bar to retrieve the phone. Batting his eyes, he ventured, "You know, Galen, I get off at five, and I'm currently unattached..."

Galen smiled and replied, "Sorry Jerry, I'm not that kind of guy. Besides, in a place like this, why would you be lonely?"

Jerry barked, a bitter laugh. "You haven't been very observant. Look around and you'll figure it out." He leaned back against a counter, and waved a bar towel toward the tables.

Galen spun about on the stool, to see what Jerry meant. His eyes were now acclimated to the smoky twilight in the room, and could see more detail than he could have earlier. At first glance, it still looked like a typical backwoods redneck bar, but the longer he looked, the more apparent the differences became. [They're all women!]

He spun back around, and saw Jerry's mischievous grin, and before he could say anything, Jerry put his forefinger to his lips in the universal signal to hush!

Jerry approached him closely, smiling, and very quietly said "Yeah, it's a dyke bar! You and I have the only swinging dicks in here. I'm safe, because the bulls know I'm no competition, but if I were you, I'd not draw attention to myself..."

Galen sat back on the stool and thought for a moment, and swilled down the remainder of his beer. "Thanks," he said, and he put another five on the bar. "Set me up again, please."

Jerry gave him another beer, and asked, "So, what are your plans?"

"I need to stay here long enough for the tow service to find me, so that they can retrieve my car, then I guess I'll leave quietly."

"Here's some advice," Jerry offered. "If you face the bar and stay quiet, you probably won't provoke a confrontation. Sit here for about another fifteen minutes. It shouldn't take the tow truck much longer than that to get here. Then, you walk up to the road to finish your wait."

"I'll take that advice," Galen replied, sipping his beer. Jerry went back to patrolling further down the bar.

Galen wasn't too worried. He'd been in rough places many times before, and mostly he'd found that if he minded his own business, everyone left him alone. He was counting on that tendency to keep him out of trouble now. It almost worked, too. 

He finished his beer right about the time that Jerry had indicated the tow truck would arrive, and was about to leave the bar. Just as he made to get off the barstool, however, there was a commotion at the door, and a tall, solid-looking dyke strode in pulling on a leash. Glancing at the dyke, he noted that, despite her mannish demeanor, she was an attractive woman, with a full head of shiny black hair. It was very obvious, however, that any effort spent trying to interest her in a man would be wasted, so, after noting her more pleasant attributes, he directed his attention back to his empty beer can.

His mistake was in glancing at the mirror behind the bar. Just as he did, the other end of the leash came into view, attached to a leather collar, and with it the most wonderful example of female flesh he'd ever seen. Lovely face, perfect figure, and beautiful, silky blond hair to her waist, as scantily clad as any lingerie model he'd ever seen. He reflexively turned so that he could gaze directly at her, and in doing so, he came to the dyke's attention.

"Keep your eyes to yourself, bitch!" she growled, shaking a fist at him. He turned back to the bar, but it was too late. The dyke stopped and looked harder at him. She came closer, and finally figured out what was wrong.

"It's a fucking DICK!" she shouted at the top of her lungs." What the hell are you doing here?" Without waiting for a reply, she grabbed a handful of his hair, and slammed him face-first into the hard surface of the bar. Stunned, he fell off the barstool. Laying on the floor with his nose bleeding, his vision cleared just in time to see a boot heel headed straight for his face.

The time for temperance and diplomacy was past. It was crystal-clear that if he failed to act in his own defense, this dyke was going to kill him. As his mind speeded up in response to the situation, his opponent's actions appeared to slow down. He reached up to grab the descending boot, not to stop it or slow it down, but to redirect the kinetic energy it carried. Unconcerned with the consequences to the boot's owner, he deflected the path of the boot, pulling it even faster, but not in the direction it had intended to go. Then he twisted it, hard!

The changes in the dyke's facial expression were almost comical, as they cycled from a cruel sneer, through open-mouthed surprise, then finally, extreme pain as her ankle and her knee joints were hyper-extended. She hit the floor and bounced, her head striking the solid mahogany of the bar cabinet. As she went down, she let go of the leash, and her paramour simply stopped moving.

All talking in the bar stopped, and several of the larger dykes made as if to become participants in the little drama. By this time, however, Galen was on his feet. He quickly retrieved a hidden pistol, then checked the door. Seeing that no one else was about to enter the building, he fired a single round into the floor to get everyone's attention. That had the effect of halting all forward motion on the part of the dykes.

"None of you were involved in starting this. You don't need to be involved in finishing it. Just go back to what you were doing before it started, and pretend it didn't happen," he said.

After a short standoff, the dykes decided to follow his advice. There was some grumbling to the effect of "Fucking DICK!!" and "We oughta kick his ass!" but there was just as much "Shit. I never liked the bitch anyway!" and "About time she got her comeuppance!" as people went back to their tables and dances.

Just as he began to hope for a peaceful exit, a large woman, large in every direction, came barreling through a heretofore-unnoticed door, brandishing a shotgun, pointing right at him.

"Drop the gun," she demanded.

Galen grabbed his fallen opponent, shoving her between him and the barrel of the shotgun.

"Fuck off," he told the woman with the shotgun, "Shoot me and you'll shoot your barkeep and several patrons as well. Now YOU drop it before I drop YOU!"

The large woman was Mary, owner of the "Game Room." She really didn't want to get a reputation for running a place where people got killed, but she wasn't ready to back down just yet, not from some male creep threatening her clients. "Jerry, what the hell happened here?" she demanded, with a venomous glance at him.

Jerry swallowed hard, and replied "This guy came in to use the phone. His car broke down on the interstate, and he needed to call for help. He's waiting for a tow truck. PeeJay," he continued, pointing at the black-haired dyke, "waltzed in here, dragging her new toy," he gestured disdainfully at the blonde, "and decided she didn't like his looks. She tried to kill him, but it didn't work."

"He shot her?" Mary asked, incredulous.

"No, silly," Jerry lisped, "your other gentle patrons seemed to feel they needed to expand the scope of the conflict. He simply fired a warning shot to get their attention, and convinced them it wasn't a good idea."

"Oh," Mary responded. After some thought she decided that her place had seen enough excitement for the day, so she said to Galen "all right, just get out of here and never come back."

As he made to comply, she stopped him, pointing to his former opponent. "And don't leave that here. I don't ever want to see her in here again either."

"What am I supposed to do with her?" he demanded. "I don't even know her!"

"I don't give a flying fuck what you do with her, as long as you don't do it here!" Mary shouted. "Now get yourself and your mess," pointing to both the injured dyke and her paramour, "out of here, and never come back! Now, before I decide to load your asses with buckshot anyway!" She drew back the hammer of the shotgun.

"Okay, okay. Just hold your horses," Galen replied. He detached the leash from the blonde's collar, and used it to bind the fallen dyke's hands behind her, then threw her limp form over his shoulder. On his way out, he took the blonde by the hand, and led her through the door.



Breakdown Ch. 01



Pulling over to the shoulder, I put the car in park. Climbing out of the red '96 Ford Thunderbird, I was pretty sure I already knew what was wrong, but that didn't make things any better when I walked around the front of the car to the passenger side. "Shit," I whispered, looking down at the blown tire. I closed my eyes and shook my head slowly, trying to calm the growing frustration within. "You have got to be fucking kidding me." 

True, it wasn't as though the car was totaled. Hell, there hadn't even been an accident. In fact, I noticed as I did a quick look up and down the street, that there wasn't even another car in sight. This time of night, almost eleven thirty if I wasn't mistaken, that didn't come as a shock. I'd been on my way home from a friend's house, driving down a road I'd taken hundreds of times before when I felt the car start to shake. That was when I'd pulled over. "What the hell am I gonna do now," I wondered aloud, leaning back against the hood of the car. I didn't have a cell phone, I'd never been very good at making the payments, and the spare that I did have was nearly out of air as well. It had almost saved me a couple of months ago when I'd blown another tire on my way to work. That was when I'd learned of the state it was in. I'd kept telling myself that as soon as I had the time, I'd take it down to the gas station and fill it up. Unfortunately I'd never found the time.

"This is just great," I mumbled just under my breath, "Just fucking great!" In a moment of rage, I turned around and kicked the front bumper as hard as I could. A moment later I had my shoe off and I was rubbing my tender foot. 

The longer I sat here, the more apparent it was becoming that nobody was going to be passing by anytime soon. The road I was on was a back way. Thought it wasn't quite a back country dirt road, it probably saw about the same amount of traffic. It was surrounded by trees and woodlands on either side which probably made it seem even darker than it was. Opening the door to turn my flashers on, I reached over and grabbed my pack of smokes off the passenger seat. Locking the door, I lit a cigarette and started to walk. At least it wasn't a cold night, and it wasn't raining or anything like that. Those thoughts were my desperate attempt to find some kind of silver lining. As I walked, I began to wonder exactly what I was going to do once I reached my destination. I lived with family, but they'd all be asleep by now, and I really couldn't think of anybody else, at least anybody who's number I could remember. I supposed there was always Rachel, but I really didn't want to trouble her.

A slight breeze began to pick up, doing it's best to thwart my attempts at lighting another cigarette shortly after I stubbed the last one out on the road. In the end, my determination won out though.

I walked like that for probably the better part of an hour before I could finally make out the intersection in the distance. What little there was of this town was pretty much built along it. The lights of the gas station were visible now. Though the building was closed, the pumps would be open all night. Too bad I didn't need gas. Just beyond that I could see the outline of an old church. I honestly wasn't even sure if the place was still open, but it had been standing there for as long as I'd been taking this road. On the opposite side of the street I could see the lights from the bar and the parking lot. At least it looked like I'd made it before they'd closed down for the night. As I approached, I decided I'd probably have to call Rachel. She was the only one I could think of who might still be up.

From the outside, the establishment looked rather plain. Simply another building with glass windows, doors, and wooden siding. There was one of those OPEN signs in the window in the shape of a beer bottle. Personally, I'd always found those things a little corny, but right now I certainly wasn't here to judge. As long as they had a phone I could use, this place was alright by me. I pushed the door open and made my way into the dimly lit room. What it lacked in lighting, it made up for in sound. There were people all around talking and laughing and a few who were shouting at each other. 

The center of the main room was the bar. It was basically a large square with silver colored bar stools lining the outside. Most of the stools were taken. As you got further away from that focal point, there were small, raised wooden tables, many of which were occupied by men and women enjoying their drinks. Finally, around the outer wall of the room were booths. Again there were people there enjoying their drinks and conversations, and a few who were getting kind of cozy with each other. 

With purpose, I made my way toward the bar. I could already see the bartender mixing a drink for a young brunette, probably not much past her twenty-first. If it weren't for Rachel, I might have approached her. Well, Rachel and the rather bulky looking biker who was chatting her up. Either way I was holding out for Rachel. We'd known each other since sixth grade and we'd been the best of friends. Sometimes, when we were in our teens, we used to joke that we were boyfriend and girlfriend, but that was as far as it had gone. Now I wanted more, and I wasn't exactly sure what she wanted. Finally I grabbed the bartender's attention.

He was a young man, definitely under thirty, with short blond hair and dark green eyes. He was wearing a tight blue t-shirt that showed off his well defined musculature and probably got him a fair amount of attention from the ladies. I had to give him credit. If I had a body like that, I would have been showing it off too. I wasn't fat or anything, just average. I'd tried many times over the years to work out and build some muscles, but it never seemed to take.

The man walked over to me, "What'll it be?" 

"Nothing to drink," I told him, speaking loud enough to be heard over the din. "My car blew a tire a ways back. I was hoping you'd have a phone I could use to call a lift."

"Sure," he said, pointing toward the back of the crowded room. "There's a payphone right back by the bathrooms."

"Thanks," I said.

He responded with a nod and went off to help another customer.

I made my way back toward the phone, and decided I should probably use the facilities as well. After I zipped back up, I walked over the mirror and took a quick look at my reflection as I washed my hands. Boy did I look tired. The wind had completely messed up my short brown hair, causing it to stick out in every direction, and there were the beginnings of dark circles just below my hazel eyes. And boy did I need to shave. I shook my head, first I needed to call Rachel and get the hell home. Or, I thought with a smirk, back to her place. The night was still young. Maybe I could convince her to...

My train of thought derailed as I felt a hand lightly grip my shoulder. Instinctively, though I could have just looked into the mirror, I turned. There was a man standing behind me. His hair was jet-black and neatly combed, and his eyes were a deep shade of blue. There was just the inkling of stubble on the bottom of his chin and just below his short nose, and his rather lean looking build was hidden beneath a rather expensive looking black suit.

"Excuse me," I said forcefully, lifting his hand away.

"Well, aren't you a feisty one," he said playfully. "I like feisty."

"Good for you," I said uncomfortably, stepping back and bumping into the sink. "Unfortunately I don't play for your team pal, so I'd appreciate it if you'd just back the fuck off." I was leaning against the sink now, feeling more uncomfortable than I could remember feeling in a long time. The smile on his face was eerie.

"Are you sure?" he asked, taking a short step forward. For a moment I didn't move as I felt and saw the back of his hand stroking my cheek, "Because I could make you feel really good tonight." His hand sent a chill down my spine, and not the good kind.

"Look buddy, I'm gonna give you one more chance to back off. I'm not gay and I'm not interested. I honestly don't care if you are... I could give a rat's ass, but if you don't stop hitting on me..."

"What?" he whispered, moving in closer. "What are you going to do about it?"

"This," I said with gusto. The punch caught me off guard, and I was the one who threw it, so I could only imagine how surprised he'd been. It felt like life was happening in slow motion as I watched my fist make contact with the left side of his jaw, watched him fall backwards and land on his ass.

"Now, leave me the fuck alone," I told him, getting out of there as quickly as I could. I thought about calling Rachel, but decided I didn't want to be standing right outside the bathroom when that guy came walking out. Instead, I made my way toward the bar. I decided I'd watch for grabby to leave, and then use the phone.

I sat down at the bar, and the bartender walked back over to me. "Able to get a hold of somebody he asked, wiping out a glass.

"Haven't used the phone yet," I told him, stifling a yawn. "Some fag in the bathroom tried to put the moves on me." I paused, hoping I hadn't stepped over the line with that comment. I didn't have anything in particular against homosexuals, the word had just slipped out. If the bartender was put off by it, he didn't show it, so I continued. "The dude wouldn't lay off, so I thought I'd wait until he left to use the phone."

He nodded, "Sorry about that."

"Not your fault," I told him, resting my elbows on the bar. It seemed a little quieter than it had even a few minutes ago, and I looked around to find that many of the patrons had apparently left for the night.

"Can I get you a drink while you wait?" he asked, "You've had a pretty rough night, so it's on the house."

That brightened my mood a little. I'll have a Corona with a lime," I told him. As he went to get my beer, my eyes turned back toward the bathrooms. I watched as finally the man in the dark suit walked out. He took a quick look around the bar, but didn't make eye contact with me, and made a beeline for the door.

"Here you go," I turned to watch the blond man put my drink on the table, "Enjoy."

"Thanks," I told him. I squeezed the lime juice into the bottle, raised my glass to him, took a sip and stood up to head for the phone. It was good, and I decided I was gonna have to remember this place. Maybe I could bring Rachel here sometime. 

I set my beer on the top of the phone, deposited my changed, and dialed. After a moment a bleary feminine voice answered. "Hello?"

"Did I wake you?" I asked, suddenly worried. I certainly hadn't wanted to put anybody out.

"No," and I heard a stifled yawn. "Is that you Trevor?"

"In the flesh," I said and then thought about it, "Well, not exactly in the flesh I suppose, but yeah it's me."

"Where are you?" she asked, "There's a lot of noise... are you in a bar?" She sounded a little put out. No doubt she was worried that this was going to turn into one of those drunken phone calls people often made in the early hours of the morning.

"Yes," I admitted, "but not because I wanna be. My car blew a tire and this was the closest place with a phone."

I heard her groan, "I'm guessing you need a ride then?"

"I don't want to trouble you," I started.

Rachel interrupted, "No, it's okay. Just tell me where you are. I'll come get you."

I spent a little time explaining my location to her, occasionally taking a sip of the beer. "I'm almost out of time here," I told her.

"That's okay," she told me, "I've got it. I know the place. I've gotta get dressed, but I can probably be there in about half an hour."

"Thanks," I told her, relief washing over me in waves, "You're a life saver. I'll be waiting."

"Later," I heard her say and then the line cut off. 

Feeling a little better, I decided that I hadn't really had a cigarette in a while. Damn the state and it's decision to ban smoking in public buildings. Walking by the bar, I held my half finished Corona up in salute to the bartender. He nodded as I walked by.

I stepped outside, finished the last drink of beer and discarded the bottle in the garbage can. It was a beautiful night out. There was just the hint of a breeze and there wasn't a cloud in the sky to mar the beauty of the stars. It was romantic, and I began to wonder if I could use that to my advantage with Rachel.

I pulled a cigarette out and placed it between my lips. After several attempts to light it, I started to think I was just going to have to go without for a bit. The breeze kept hitting at just the right time and angle to put out my flame.

That was when a flame materialized in front of me. Instinctively I leaned the tip of my smoke into it and began to inhale.

"Thanks," I started, looking up to see who had come to my rescue. It was the same man I'd ran into in the bathroom earlier. I stepped back. "What the fuck pal?" I asked, doing a poor job of pretending not to be startled. "I already told you I'm not interested." I backed up a little more.

To his credit, he looked a little apologetic. There was the hint of humility in his deep blue eyes. "I know," he said quietly. "I actually wanted to apologize for that." He paused long enough to light his own cigarette. "Sometimes I get a couple of drinks in me and..." The stranger bit his lips and shook his head. "Anyway, I'm sorry about that." It looked for a moment like there was something else that he wanted to say, but he apparently thought better of it. "That's all," he told me, turning to walk toward the parking lot.

Now who was the jerk? "I'm sorry too," I said, taking another drag, "I shouldn't have hit you. It's just... I guess it's been a really bad night. My car's sitting on the side of the road a ways back," I pointed in the direction I'd walked from, "and I had to wake somebody up to come pick me up and..." I paused, trying to think of a way to sum everything up, "I'm just frustrated, but I shouldn't have taken it out on you." I looked as he turned to face me again, "I hope I didn't hurt you too bad."

He shook his head, "Nah. Trust me, you're not the first guy to deck me." To my surprise he actually smirked. Maybe this guy wasn't so bad after all. "I'm Trevor by the way," I told him, extending my hand in friendship. 

"William," he told me, taking my hand. His handshake was firm and strong and for some reason I found it comforting. 

"Nice to meet you," I told him, and realized that I was still gripping his hand. "Sorry," I whispered, pulling my hand back.

"Nice to meet you too," he told me, coming over to stand beside me, "So, who'd you get a hold of at this hour to pick you up?" he asked, obviously trying to start a conversation. I'm not sure why I noticed it, but it occurred to me that he had a really nice, really smooth speaking voice. 

"Oh, Rachel," I told him, my eyes returning to the road, watching for any signs of her car. 

"Girlfriend?" He asked.

Now it was my turn to smirk. "Not exactly," I told him, not really sure why I was having a conversation like this with some strange guy who'd tried to hit on me in the men's room less than an hour ago. When I looked over, I saw the confused look on his face. I shook my head slowly, "We've been friends since grade school and..."

"And you want something more?" he asked by way of finishing my thought.

"No... I mean... maybe. I guess I really don't know," I told him, taking another drag. 

"Have you talked to her about it?" He asked, flicking his ashes on the pavement. "Asked her how she feels about it?"

"No," I said dumbly. I dropped my finished cigarette on the ground and stomped it out with my foot. "I'm just worried..."

I hadn't really noticed any movement on his part, but I noticed that he was suddenly standing right up next to me. Our shoulders were practically touching. What really surprised me was the fact that I didn't very much care.

"Worried about?" He asked.

"About wrecking everything I guess," I told him. William was turning out to be a damn good listener. At around that point a voice deep down inside started asking when I was going to stop mentally listing things I was starting to like about this man. I ignored the voice. "I mean, if she's not interested, than that's gonna make the friendship weird. You know what I mean?"

"I do," he said, taking a step forward and standing directly in front of me. "Listen," he told me, "Sometimes life puts us in situations that we didn't expect, situations that we don't know how to handle. Sometimes the best thing that we can do is just embrace the situation and accept the fact that life is driving us rather than trying to force the reverse. You know what I mean?"

"I think so," I told him. He was stroking my cheek with the back of his hand. It felt good. I closed my eyes for a moment and just enjoyed the sensation, the warmth of his flesh on my cheek. Something about this was odd, but I really couldn't put my finger on what. ,I placed my hand on his but instead of pushing him away again, I was guiding his hand against my skin. 

When I opened my eyes, his face was right up next to mine and I found myself staring into those deep ocean eyes. "What's going on?" I whispered. "Was there something in my drink?" It was said barely above a whisper. He answered my question by leaning in and planting his mouth firmly against mine. I leaned in to it, loving the strength of his kiss, the way his lips felt. I felt as though I were being pulled into the kiss by a whirlpool and I was powerless to swim against the current. Before I knew it, my hands were resting on his hips. I separated my lips ever so slightly, just enough for his tongue to dart into my mouth where it was met by my own. William and I stood there, making out for the better part of a minute or two before he finally pulled away. There was a soft warm smile on his lips. Those beautiful lips.

I couldn't help but chuckle and look down, avoiding eye contact for a moment. "Wow," was all I could manage, but it summed things up pretty well. That was one of the most amazing kisses I'd ever experienced. So, I had to wonder why the fact I'd experienced it with a man didn't bother me just a little more, or at all. Finally, I looked up and our eyes met again. Pulling him closer, throwing my arms up over his shoulders, I whispered, "What did you do to me?"

"I think that was called a kiss," he said in total deadpan. I laughed out loud.

"I know that was a kiss," I told him in a voice that contained just a hint of mock chiding. "I just... I've never been interested in guys before, just never been turned on by them. I am," I tilted my head and cracked a half smile, "Totally and utterly not into guys, so why..."

"Why ask why?" he countered. "Remember what I was saying a moment ago about just going along with life?"

"What I was going to say," I said in pseudo-irritation, "If somebody had let me finish is, why can't I stop myself from kissing you again?" With that, I leaned upward, he was an inch or two taller, and met his lips once again. This time, I slid my tongue into the warm inviting cavern of his mouth and wrestled him on his home territory. As we were kissing, one of my hands slid down and around until it was cupping his ass. It felt so firm and toned. I squeezed just a little. I desperately wanted to feel my palm up against the bare flesh of his cheek, without the annoying clothing in the way. My other hand wrapped itself around the back of his head, pulling him closer, and forcing our lips together even tighter. As incredible as that first kiss had been, this one was even more amazing. I felt his hands holding me tightly, and it felt so good and safe to be locked in his tight embrace. I could feel something beginning to push against the denim in the crotch of my jeans and realized just how into this I was. Using his ass, I pulled his pelvis against mine and began to grind. 




Breakdown Ch. 01



It wasn't long before I felt his hardness beginning to rub against me. I started to grind a little harder until I was practically dry humping him. I even had to break the kiss on one or more occasion to let a little gasp escape. Underneath the moon and stars, I was having the most sensually stimulating experience that I'd ever had, and I was having it with another guy. And, I didn't care. I wanted this. More than anything I wanted this.

He started to kiss harder. I pulled back a little so that just our tongues were rubbing together outside our mouths, and I looked into his eyes again. Then I pulled downward and started kissing his neck gently. My one arm was still wrapped around his back, extending upward to cradle the back of his head as I slowly worked my way up his neck with my tongue, lips, and saliva. The other one had already unbuttoned his black suite, and was reaching down and gently untucking his white dress shirt from his pants. 

"I want you so bad William," I whispered sensually into his ear, accenting it with a short release of warm breath. I smiled when I felt his body momentarily shudder under my control. "I want you right here and right now." I started licking his earlobe. Deep down, part of me wanted this to end. Part of me was disgusted. Fortunately for me, that part didn't have any control right now. I tried to hold on, even as I felt him pushing me away.

"Come on," I purred, trying to lean back in. "Come on... Let's do it," I whispered.

He succeeded in pushing me back, but it wasn't for my lack of trying. I looked up at him, trying to hide the hurt I'd felt at our sudden separation. "Don't you want me?" I asked. "Aren't you attracted to me?" I could almost feel the tears starting to form.

He chuckled, which infuriated me for a moment. "You have no idea," he told me, stroking my chin. "But if we tried to do anything here, which people still around, we'd probably end up in lock up." He paused. "I have a different idea."

My spirits lifted a little. "That would be?"

"Well, you're probably not going to be able to do anything about your tire until tomorrow anyway, so why don't you stay at my place tonight..."

I didn't let him continue. "Okay," I said eagerly.

"And," he continued, obviously trying not to laugh, "Tomorrow morning, I'll take you to pick up a tire."

"Deal," I said, calming down a little. At the time I didn't even think about Rachel, and the fact that she'd gotten out of bed and was on her way here right now. I simply lit another cigarette, took his hand, and let him lead me to his car, eager to find out what tonight might hold.

To Be Continued...



Breakdown Ch. 02



"Where am I?"

"Don't worry Candy you are okay." Luke said.

"We couldn't fix your van on the side of the road so we had it towed to our place. You were sleeping so peacefully we couldn‘t wake you. I hope that is okay?" Michael said.

I sat up and looked around the room. It was huge. Luke was laying on my right side, completely naked and Michael was on my left also naked. The room was so beautiful as far as I could tell. I didn't really want to take my eyes off my new friends long enough to really find out for sure.

"What time is it?"

"It's about 6am. You really zonked out on us!"

"I am so sorry. I didn't mean to inconvenience you. When can my van be fixed? Do I need to call a mechanic?" I was trying to act like I didn't need any more sympathy sex from them, but I was dieing to have another go around!

"No need to do that. We are going to have to order the part that we need, but we can't do that for a few more hours. It should be here by tomorrow. You are welcome to stay here until it comes."

"I couldn't do that. You have been so kind as it is."

"Hell, we owe you. After everything you did for Michael and me. It is so hard to find someone we can trust. When I looked into your eyes I knew I could trust you. I knew you were who we've been looking for. It is our pleasure to help you out a little."

"Thank you. Can you read minds? Or do you have mind control like in the movies?"

Michael laughed a little at that. "It isn't really like reading minds; it is more like seeing into your soul. Since we don't have one it makes us more sensitive to a human soul. Like our mind is looking for our missing link. As far as the movies go, don't believe everything you see."

I smiled at him and said, "So what are we going to do today?" changing the subject.

"Well Luke and I thought we would show you around our house a little. It is sun rise so we can't go outside and if you don't mind our company we would love to have you spend the day with us." 

"I would like that."

"How are you feeling this morning?"

"Great! I thought I would be weak or something but I feel energized!"

"That is another side effect from the feeding we had on you. It is so our snacks aren't so reluctant to help us out when we need them again. But don't worry, we will take it easy on you today, let you recuperate a little."

"Thanks, so how about that tour? I could really use a tour of the bath area. I feel a little sweaty."

So we got up and Luke and Michael showed me where their bathroom was. I went in and was in awe. It was beautiful. I felt a little self conscience walking around naked. I do not have a nice body and walking around with a couple of stud muffins wasn't helping my inferiority complex much, but they acted like it was nothing unusual and they made me feel right at home. And I felt at home. Safe like I belonged there. Looking around the bathroom I saw there was a Jacuzzi made to hold about 8 people. There was a shower bigger than my entire bathroom and a separate room for the toilet. The only odd thing was there were no mirrors in the room. It was probably a blessing in disguise, that way I couldn't see how awful I looked. 

"Would you like to take a shower or a bath?"

"A shower sounds great!"

"May I wash your back?" Michael said. 

"May I wash your front?" Luke said.

"You mean you guys aren't tired of me yet?"

"Never!" they said in unison.

So Luke leaned into the shower and turned on the water so it could get hot. I, myself, was already getting hot and wet. We stepped in and I noticed the shower was the type that had a stream of water running all the way up the wall to the shower head. It felt amazing. I was still a little sore from the night before. Sensing my discomfort Michael stepped behind me and started rubbing my shoulders. Luke stepped in front of me and started washing my front with a soapy buff. He was being very thorough with my chest area. I smiled at him and started rubbing his shoulders while he washed me. 

"Hand me that buff and let me wash your front now." and I smiled at him as he handed it over to me.

He did it with a silly grin on his face like he had been doing something he shouldn't have. Oh I was enjoying this. He had such nice hard abs. I started at his shoulders and washed my way slowly down to my real destination. I watched his penis grow very large and hard before I even got to it. That encouraged me even more. 

Michael took the buff from my hands and started soaping my back, from my shoulders to my ass. 

With both my hands free I stopped pretending to wash him and started rubbing my hands down his chest to his rock hard penis. I heard him moan and that really encouraged me. I had him turn around to let the soap wash off his body. I loved watching the water trail down his ass as he turned. When he turned back around to face me I bent over and took his cock in my hand and licked the tip with my tongue. 

Michael was still soaping my back and when I bent over to attend to Luke's cock, I felt him lean against me. He was so much taller than me I could feel his rock hard dick against my spine. He ran his hand and the buff around my front and started rubbing my nipples with the buff and my pussy with his other hand. I was getting hotter and wetter (and not just from the water).

I was trying not to be distracted by what Michael was doing to me, but it wasn‘t easy. I took Luke's smooth, hard member into my mouth and started to gently suck on it. I took him as deep down my throat as I could and ran my hand the rest of the way to his base. I continued to milk him this way for quite some time. My other hand was holding onto his ass pulling him to me setting the rhythm. I continued to suck and lick him this way for a while longer until I couldn't help but concentrate on what Michael was doing to me.

I felt him rubbing my pussy until I could hardly stand up anymore. My first orgasm came on so strong I screamed out around Luke's hard member.

"Whoa, that felt great! See if you can make her do that again Michael!"

"Don't worry I will take good care of her."

"Let me see if I can take care of you too." reaching behind me I took his cock in my hand and started stroking him while I continued to work Luke in and out of my mouth.

Michael slid his hand back around to the back of my ass cheeks and spread them. He started rubbing his dick, and my hand, from my clit to my ass and then he put the head of his cock in my ass. 

I am not used to anal sex so I start to stand up but Luke held me down and says "Don't worry he won't hurt you. You set the pace for him."

Michael stood still with just the head of his cock in me. I continued sucking Luke's dick and stroking Michael's dick and felt the pressure of him on my ass and I knew I wanted more. I pushed back a little more and felt him slide further inside me. He placed his hands on my hips but still didn't rush me. 

Luke was getting ready to cum I could feel it. He started slamming into my mouth and I took as much of him as I could and started milking him with one hand and gently rubbing his balls with my other. I was rocking so hard with him that I leaned back more and more until I was amazed to find that I was leaning completely against Michael. I was so shocked I moaned around Luke's cock and felt him push his cum down my throat. I took it down like a starving woman! After all I hadn't had breakfast yet. 

I stood back up straight and leaned against Michael enjoying the feel of him inside of me. I felt so full and I knew It could never get better than this. I was wrong. He started sliding just a little in and out of me. Very slowly. I started rocking with him and increasing the pace. 

"Come here Luke and let me touch you." 

I ran my hands up his chest and around his neck and pulled him into a deep kiss. I felt Michael's fangs on my back and when he sank his teeth in I felt another orgasm hit. I drew back from Luke's kiss and leaned into Michaels embrace. Luke took the opportunity of my completely exposed front to run his tongue down my neck to my chest and around my nipples and he very gently started massaging my breasts. He took one of my nipples and ran his fangs across the top. He sank them in just to the right of the nipple and started to suck. Michael stopped moving behind me as they drank. All of a sudden they broke off their dark kiss and looked at each other. I guess they could tell I was getting a little weak. I wasn't going to say anything I was enjoying it too much!

"I am sorry we got over excited. You are just so beautiful and so tasty. We didn't mean to get greedy! Luke and I had decided to wait until tonight and ask you if we could help ourselves again. Are you okay?"

"I am fine. Just give me a minute to get steady again."

"Just lean back against me and I will hold you up." 

Luke said with a wicked grin, "I will lean against you and help hold you up to."

Michael started kissing my right shoulder while Luke was kissing my left shoulder. Michael was still inside of me and started moving slowly again. Luke pushed me back against Michael and started running his hands all over my body. He ran his hand down between our bodies and started stroking my clit. I ran my hand down our bodies and stared stroking his cock (which was already rock hard again). He nudged my legs wider apart with his thighs. 

"Michael hold still for a second, let's see if we can time this just right."

With that said, Luke slid into my pussy.

"OH MY GOD! This feels amazing!"

That gave them all the encouragement they needed. They had it timed perfect. They continued slamming into me until I felt Michael stiffen up behind me and hold my shoulders down to try to keep me still.

"I don't want to cum yet!" 

"Sorry man I feel it to and I can't stop!"

Luke kept pounding into me and I felt another orgasm hit me. I began to shake all over and Michael groaned into my ear and I knew he had lost his battle. I felt my ass fill with his cum and it made me shake even more. Luke couldn't take anymore and he pushed Michael and me against the shower wall while continuing he brutal assault on my body until he worked through his orgasm. 

"My god I didn't think anything could beat last night."

"You are an amazing woman! Now let's finish our shower and we will show you the rest of the house."

We finished our shower and dried off. 

"Okay let me put on my clothes and I would love a tour of the house."

Michael and Luke just looked at each other then the floor.

"Okay where are my clothes?"

"Well they had blood on them so Luke took them off you last night."

"And Michael through them down the laundry chute without even thinking about it. So, they are in the basement. I will run down there and get them for you. Unless you want to wear something of ours?"

"That was very thoughtful of you, but do you have a robe or something I could put on, I feel a little exposed."

"You can wear mine."

"Luke you can't let her wear that rag! You can wear mine."

"You haven't washed that thing in three years! I will not let you put that nasty thing on this beautiful woman."

"Okay guys I appreciate your concern, but please something… anything. I am a little chilly too!"

Luke smiled at me and said, "I can tell, your nipples are rock hard! I would love to have another taste of them."

I just laughed at him and said, "Maybe in a little bit. I could really use a stroll to work out the soreness."

"Let's take her to Sara's room and let her go through her things. Maybe she could find something in there."

"Luke, I don't know man, it is still to soon for me. You can take her in there, but I just can't go in yet. Too many memories."

"Hey I can wear the dirty old robes. I am not picky I don't want to step on anyone's toes." 

Michael said, "Don't worry about it" and left the room.

Luke said, "Come on." and took my arm like I was a real lady or something. 

It was so sweet I just smiled at him and went with him. I knew I would follow him anywhere. I trusted him completely and I didn't know or care why. Which is odd because I am a very conservative and cautious person.

I said "So, whose room is this?" Indicating the room I woke up in.

"This is actually the guest room so I guess you could say it is your room for a day or two."

"That's cool I really like it. It is beautiful."

"Let me take you to Sara's room and you can have a look around her closet."

We left my room and made a right down a beautiful hall. It had paintings of beautiful women hanging on the walls. 

"Who are they?" I asked.

"Memories." was all he said.

"Okay I can take a hint." and I smiled at him to let him know I wasn't offended.

He just smiled back at me and said, "I don't want to be rude but it just isn't something I feel like talking about right now. I have just had a wonderful morning and I don't want to talk about anything unpleasant right now."

"Hey, it's okay." I touched his arm and he surprised me by pulling me for a long hard hug. 

"I am so glad you are here. We haven't had a woman in the house since Sara died and that was 3 years ago and it has been so quite here without her. We just couldn't bring ourselves to bring anyone else here.

"Okay, if you can't tell me I won't be upset, but who is Sara?"

About the time I asked the question, Luke opened a door to a beautiful room that had a huge canopy bed to the right of the room and a beautiful old fashioned fire place on the other side. Above the fire place was a painting of a beautiful woman. She had long black hair and amazing green eyes. The smile she was wearing told anyone who saw her that she was happy and content with her life at that time.

"This" he said pointing at the painting, " is Sara." 

The End of Chapter 2 



Breakdown Ch. 02



As he strode out into the blinding sunlight, Galen had no idea what to do next. PeeJay was getting heavy, and the as-yet nameless blonde, while not putting up any resistance, was also not helping him any. About this time he noticed that the blonde's hands were bound together by what amounted to leather handcuffs, and that her skimpy costume, which had been provocative enough in the semi-darkness of the bar, proved to be pretty much not there in full daylight. [Oh shit! We're gonna get arrested!]

When he could tear his eyes away from her body, he looked into her eyes, and was irretrievably lost. Her bright, clear emerald irises drew him in like a moth to the flame, and it was quite awhile before he regained enough composure to speak.

"How did you get here?" he queried. She didn't answer, but lifted her cuffed hands in the direction of a vintage Buick, in poor condition. He sighed, and started to carry PeeJay to the car. The blonde didn't move, and when he realized she wasn't right behind, he looked back in askance. "Come along, now," he said, "we don't want to upset Mary anymore." For a moment it appeared that she was confused, unable to decide whether she should follow him, but the moment passed and she made haste to accompany him to the car.

Arriving at the car, he placed the unconscious PeeJay on the back seat and considered what to do next. She'd received a pretty solid whack to her skull, on her way to the floor, and she might have been seriously injured. Before doing anything else, he had to be sure she didn't need medical attention. Examining her closely, he could see that, although she wasn't bleeding, the bone was already swelling to form a "knot", and the skin in the area of impact was already showing signs of bruising.

"Can you get me a flashlight?" he asked, looking at the blonde. She nodded, and again held up her bound hands. "Oh yeah," he muttered, and after a short search of PeeJay's pockets, he found the keys, removed the cuffs, and handed the keys to the blonde. I can't just keep on thinking of her as 'the blonde.' She entered the car, and then withdrew a small flashlight from the glove box. [Just what the doctor ordered!] 

In the relative shade of the car's roof, he checked PeeJay's eyes for dilation. He would have to wait until she was fully conscious to check her tracking, and if that didn't happen soon, he'd have to find a hospital. Satisfied, for the moment, that he'd done everything he could reasonably do for her, he turned back to the blonde. She still hadn't spoken. He thought he knew why, but he had to find out for sure.

"Why won't you speak to me?" he asked. She looked confused for a moment, then reluctantly pointed to the unconscious PeeJay. 

"She won't let you talk?" he interpreted, and the blonde nodded. 

"Do you want to talk?" he asked, and she nodded her head vigorously. [Okay, this is a bondage relationship, and judging from the costumes, a bit anachronistic as well. Let's see...]

"Is trial by combat valid in your lifestyle?" he queried, and once again she nodded. 

"Consider this" he continued, "Isn't it true that your Mistress attacked me unprovoked, and in defending myself, I bested her in single combat? " Again the blonde agreed with a nod. 

"Under the rules of conquest, then, she, and all that she possessed, is now mine, correct?" he continued. Another nod. 

"So, since you were her slave, now you are mine." The light began to dawn, and fear began to creep into her eyes. 

"Don't worry," he assured her, "I'm not going to hurt you, but you must realize that you are no longer hers to command. You are mine, and my first command is that you shall speak to me when it is appropriate to do so, and in a manner which is appropriate to our new relationship, until I tell you otherwise."

Hesitantly, she responded, "Yes Master." [Hmmm...] he thought, [that won't do, especially not in public.]

"Our interaction will be somewhat different from what you are used to," he informed her. "The words 'Master' and 'Mistress' shall never again cross your lips. Do you understand?" 

The blonde, frowned, then shook her head, asking fearfully "But Mm... how should I address you then?"

"My name is Galen, and that is what you are to call me in public," he instructed, "or you may, if the situation seems appropriate, make use of any terms of endearment that are in common use. In private, you are to call me, and me alone, 'Sir'. Do you understand now?"

"Yes Sir," she responded, relieved, "Is there anything else you wish me to do?" Her voice is like music!

"Now, lovely as you are," he observed, "I don't want to have to explain your attire, or lack of it, to any law enforcement officials we might happen to meet. Do you have anything handy to cover yourself?"

"Yes Sir, I wore a beach cover-up on the way over here. It's in the trunk of the car"

"Get it then and put it on. By the way, what is your name?"

Startled, she looked at him and responded, pointing at PeeJay, "She called me 'Peaches,' but I never liked it. You can call me whatever you like, of course."

He considered that for a moment before asking, "What was the name you were given at birth?"

Tears welled up in her eyes before she softly answered, "Angel."

Fixing her with a grin he spoke, "It fits. Angel it shall be." 

Grateful, for having her birth name returned, she flew into his arms and hugged him tightly around the neck. His body's response to this kind of attention was predictable, but there wasn't time to gratify those impulses. 

"Later Angel," he told her, while gently disentangled himself. "We have to get going. Get dressed." Reluctantly she complied.

By this time, PeeJay was beginning to stir, and Galen wasn't in any mood to deal with the verbal abuse he knew would be coming, after she awoke. On examining her closer, he found she was wearing a halter-top under the leather biker jacket. Before she could fully awake, he untied and removed the halter, and put it to use as a gag. 

Not wanting her to get the wrong idea, i.e., that he might have been sexually abusing her, he started to zip the jacket closed, but at that precise moment she awoke. Finding her hands bound and her mouth gagged, she expressed her extreme displeasure by trying to kick him. Her attempts to injure him, although inconvenient, were totally ineffectual, as he was practically sitting on her legs. It was a small matter to move from "practically," to actually doing so, and the change in her facial expression told of her additional discomfort.

"You've been a bad girl," he told her, reaching for her belt buckle. As her obvious fright grew, he continued "This kicking and squirming won't do. I'm going to have to immobilize you until I can decide how to dispose of you." 

On hearing that, PeeJay fainted... probably as a reaction to the unfortunate choice of words. It did make it easier, however, to bind her legs and move her to the Buick's large trunk, where there wouldn't be any curious looks about her captive state. Under the circumstances, it seemed a fairly satisfactory turn of events for Galen. 

Looking down at her former Mistress, Angel grinned wickedly, and muttered "Bitch!" just before slamming the trunk closed. 

"Angel, can you drive?" Galen asked. She nodded, and he continued "Okay, let's move the car into a shady patch up near the highway." Just as they were preparing to park, he saw the tow truck approaching from the direction of Statesboro. He got out and met the truck.

"Are you Mr. Cuvier?" asked the driver. Galen nodded and replied, "Yes. My car is still on the interstate, about a mile toward Savannah from the exit. Do you need me, or do I just give you the keys?"

"Either way," responded the driver. "I'll deliver it to this address." He held out a business card. "You can come with me now to get anything you need from the car, or you can get it from the garage, in about forty-five minutes."

After some consideration, Galen took the card and replied, "Thanks, I think it would be more convenient to meet the car at the garage." He handed the driver the keys and waved as he left. 

Turning back to Angel, he said, "As much as I like the idea, we can't leave PeeJay in the trunk much longer. This heat could kill her. Where do you girls live?"

She gave him a serious look, and said "Sir, I live wherever you tell me to live. So does she, though she may not know it yet," indicating the trunk with a nod. "But we still pay rent on an apartment, in Statesboro," she concluded.

"Will we be able to get her into the apartment, unobserved?" he ventured. 

Looking at his watch she nodded, "Yes Sir, there shouldn't be anyone moving around our building for another couple of hours."

"Okay, then, Angel, lets go home!" She grinned at him and threw car into gear.

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On arriving at the parking area at the rear of the apartment building, Galen told Angel, "I want to scout things out, and I want you to wait here for me. Do you have the apartment key?" She turned off the auto ignition and handed him the key ring, pointing to the apartment key. 

He removed the apartment key from the ring and handed back the ring, telling her, "Angel, restart the car, and keep it running until I tell you otherwise. Be ready to fly if necessary." She acknowledged and complied with his instructions, as he exited the car and made his way to the second floor apartment.

It was an older building, with only two floors. Much older than anything he'd seen for a long time. The first floor was mostly empty storefront space, boarded up, because all of the "mom and pop" shops had gone out of business. It was just another small-town tribute to Wally World. Occupancy of the second-floor apartments was better, because many people needed affordable places to live, even if it had to be in otherwise-abandoned commercial buildings. 

The girls' apartment was an end unit, so there was only one next-door neighbor, and all of the units were separated by masonry firewalls. It was a pretty good setup if you didn't want nosey neighbors getting involved in a family squabble.

Galen went down the hall, knocking on each apartment door as he went. No one answered. Satisfied that all of the tenants were away for the day, he returned to the car. The parking lot appeared to be empty of other cars for the moment, and there was no visible activity in or around the other buildings in the area. 

Looking at Angel, he drew his finger across his neck, giving the universal signal for 'kill'. She understood, and after turning off the ignition, got out of the car. Together they walked around to the rear of the car. Angel opened the trunk, and he lifted out a fully conscious PeeJay. She didn't show any inclination to fight again, right away, but the look on her face was pure venom. 

Galen threw her across his shoulder again, and with Angel closing the trunk and opening doors, he carried his living burden into the apartment. Setting her gently on the sofa, he tried to arrange her for as much comfort as possible, without removing her bindings. He then moved a dining chair into position in front of her, carefully placing it so that she could not effectually kick at him, then he sat down, facing her. The hatred in her eyes burned bright, but he had more important issues to deal with. 

Addressing her, he spoke. "PeeJay, you took quite a rap on the skull. I don't think you've suffered any serious damage, but I want to make sure of it. If I can't be sure, I'll have to abandon you at the local hospital. Do you understand?" She grudgingly nodded.

He held up a forefinger and said, "I want you to try to follow my finger with your eyes. Will you cooperate?" Again she gave a grudging nod. He moved his finger around in an intricate pattern, attempting to discover any difficulty she might have tracking it. There was none. Taking her head in his hands, he then slowly and gently moved her head to its limits, asking her to rap the floor with her heels if the motion caused her any pain. It didn't. 

As he continued his examination, Angel watched with interest." Sir, are you some kind of doctor?" she asked.

"No, but for awhile I was part of a volunteer rescue squad, and I was trained as an EMT."

"Cool! When you beat me up, at least you can fix me up," she commented. He turned toward her in shock.

"Angel, why would I ever beat you up? I might not ever even spank you!"

She met his gaze in surprise, "I'm sorry Sir! It's ... it's just that every Mm... uh Dom that I've ever served has beaten me, at one time or another." She then looked at PeeJay, and observed, "and it sure didn't look like you had any problems with hitting a woman..."

Seriously, he explained, "I really do have issues with that, however, PeeJay isn't a woman."

Angle looked at him curiously. "Why? Because she's a lesbian?"

"No," he replied. "I don't mind women who prefer the love of other women. Women who pretend to be men are another matter entirely, especially when they claim and count upon the considerations that our society affords women."

"What do you mean," Angel asked.

"That," he said, pointing to PeeJay, "is an abomination. She is blessed with a beautiful body, soft, clear skin, and a wonderfully full head of gorgeous black hair. Her genetics establish her sex, but not her gender. She chooses to hide her wonderful, natural attributes under a mantle of barbarism that she believes makes her the equal of any man. She ignores her femininity, except to use it as a shield when faced with physically stronger opposition, and she has forgotten that her true, feminine nature provides an opportunity to become a greater force for change than the faux man she tries to be."

He strode over to the window overlooking the street below, then turned back toward the women. 

"I would bet that PeeJay has had very little experience interacting with civilized men, and she probably believes that she has to act like the few assholes she's allowed to get close to her, in order to be treated acceptably. I'm not going to waste my time trying to cure her of that condition; it's one that has taken her entire lifetime to acquire. It's not my problem, and I have other things to do. I can tell you this, though; how you behave toward other people is a choice. I know a number of wonderful women with whom a man has no chance for a love relationship, because they only love other women. A few of these wonderful women are captains of industry, and a few are dommes. A few are both. None of them are bitches, nor do they pretend to be men."

Angel seemed to be digesting his words, and PeeJay appeared to be in shock, so he stopped for a moment to collect his thoughts.

"Honestly though, all that is just my personal philosophy, and has little bearing on my reaction to PeeJay. The simple fact is, she attacked me physically and viciously, without provocation. In that moment, from my viewpoint, she gave up any legitimate claim to womanhood, and became my mortal enemy. I do not offer quarter to enemies, at least not while they are trying to kill me."

Angel nodded her understanding, and approached him. "How may I serve you, Sir?" 

"Angel, you don't have to serve me, or anyone else," he paused as he saw the fear in her eyes. "Is this something you need?"

"Yes Sir," she replied, ashamedly, "I do. You won me in single combat, and I need to hear and obey your commands in order to feel your acceptance of me as your prize, and to know my own worth." 

[Fuck!] he thought, [this is getting complicated...] 

He put one arm around her (tiny) waist, and with the other hand, lifted her chin and drew her into a kiss. 

It started out innocently enough, just a friendly pucker and kiss. It didn't stay that way long, though. First, he felt her tongue, seeking entrance through his lips, and he automatically gave way. Going with the moment, he began exploring her mouth with his own tongue. 

[Damn, she tastes good!] 

Their embrace became tighter, and their body temperatures climbed as their tongues danced to a passionate melody, unheard by anyone else. The kiss seemed to go on forever, breaking only when both of them were forced to, because of oxygen deprivation.

They sank to the floor, oblivious to the fact that PeeJay remained - literally - a captive audience. Angel fumbled for a moment before she succeeded in loosing his trousers, then she pushed them below his knees. Her need was too great to spend time trying to get them off him completely. She abandoned the beach cover-up, and he was delighted to re-discover that under the slave-girl outfit, she wore nothing at all! 

She laid back and opened her legs in an invitation he was unable to refuse. As he slid into her (very wet!) channel, they both groaned in pleasure, and as they became joined in coital bliss, each sought to re-forge the kiss that started it all. They succeeded beyond their wildest expectations. Moving in tandem, they climbed higher and higher peaks of passion, until finally they were standing together on the cliff-edge of orgasm. Their bodies agreed it was time, and together they leapt over that cliff, each experiencing a soul-shattering climax.

They came down slowly, cuddling, and murmuring their feelings and pleasure in each other. Reluctantly, Galen broke his embrace, and Angel allowed it. He rose and helped her to her feet, then drew her again into his arms. They shared one more kiss of nearly violent intensity, then still holding hands, they stepped apart and stood face to face, as each gazed into the others eyes. It was truly overwhelming, and in that moment they each knew that, no matter what else the future held, they had shared love's embrace at least this one time, and created a memory that neither would ever forget.



Breakdown Ch. 03



I can not believe it all started less than 24 hours ago. I was innocently planning a two week vacation away from my ex-husband and 3 kids. The kids were going to the ex's house and I was going to my sisters in South Padre Island, Texas!! Fun in the sun. That was the plan.

I live in Dallas, Texas, about 600 miles from South Padre, and had gone about 150 miles into my trip. I drive at night because there is less traffic and I am kind of a night owl. My van broke down and my adventure began. A couple of nice looking guys, who turned out to be Vampires, picked me up in there Hummer and one thing led to another and I agreed to be there late night snack and had an amazing night because of it. I woke up at their home and had a great morning of fun also. They decided to show me around their home. My new vamp friends are named Michael and Luke. My name is Candy and this is my 2 week vacation.

"Who is the woman in the painting above the fire place?" I asked Luke. Michael had gone to order the part to fix my van.

"That is Sara."

"She is beautiful. Was she close to you and Michael?"

"Yes she was close to us, and yes she was beautiful. Just like you are."

"Thank you." I am still not used to all of the complements. I don't get them often.

"You don't know how beautiful you really are do you. You think you are unattractive because you are bigger than a super model. You need to learn not to be so shallow. Look deeper. Like we do. We see big beautiful brown eyes a great smile and a sweet woman."

He came up behind me and turned me around to face a full length mirror in a corner. I hadn't even noticed it yet. He went into the closet and pulled out a beautiful kimono robe. It was red and had an embroidered dragon on the back. Luke turned me around to face him and slid it on me. It was so soft. It hit me just above the knee and made me feel very feminine and very sexy. Then he turned me back around to face the mirror.

"This is beautiful."

"I want you to keep it."

"Thank you." Then I realized that I could see the both of us. "I didn't think Vampires had a reflection."

"Michael and I can make ourselves be seen when we want to. I guess its because when we meet Sara and stopped killing for fun we also found a piece of our soul."

"How did you meet Sara."

Then he disappeared again. I could only see me in the mirror. I saw the tie come undone and the robe fall open to expose my breasts. I felt his hands on me and him nuzzling my neck. Kissing it with light kisses. It wasn't even sore anymore and the bite marks were already fading away. I was beginning to feel that familiar warm feeling again. From head to my toes. "I think you are changing the subject again and I don't really mind at all."

"How could you not know that you are beautiful." Then I could feel and see my nipple being sucked and caressed. I was getting very aroused.

"Turn around and look at me." I did. I knew he wanted me again. He led me over to the bed and had me lay down. I saw that there was also a mirror on the ceiling.

"I can tell this was Sara's room. She must have loved to watch you touch her."

"She did. Especially when I did this to her." He spread my legs apart and ran his hands from my neck to my pussy and he said, "Watch the mirror." I did. He disappeared again.

I felt him run his fingers along my slit. Sliding his fingers in and out of me. Running them up to my clit and circling it around making me moan in response. I started rubbing my nipples through the soft material of the robe. Watching the effect he had on my body and me while not being able to see him made me burn. He continued to run his fingers in and out of me faster and faster and then I felt his tongue on my clit. It was so warm and the pressure was building inside of me until I finally shook from my orgasm.

I looked down at Luke and smiled at him. "That was amazing. Come here."

He crawled up my body. Kissing and nipping his way up me. I felt his hard cock on my thigh. I reached down to take him in my hand, but he stopped me and took my hand and put it above my head. He took a scarf out of the night stand beside the bed and tied my hand above me.

"What are you doing?"

"Whatever I want."

"What do you want?"

"You will see."

He took my other hand and tied it to the other end of the scarf that was wrapped around the bed post. He took a feather out of the drawer next and began running it up and down my body. Going slowly around my nipples

"My God you are so mean to me" Then all I could do was moan aloud. I knew I had to be flooding the sheets because I was so wet.

"Please let me touch you."

"Where do you want to touch me?"

"I want your cock. I want to taste you." He crawled up to my head and kept his 9inch cock just out of my reach. "Beg me."

"Please. Please let me taste you. I want to feel your dick sliding down my throat." He brought it to my lips.

"Lick it." I tried to do as I was told. I leaned over as far as I could. I could barely get the tip past my lips. I stroked the tip with my tongue and he slid a little further into my mouth. I sucked and licked as far as he would let me. He pushed further into my mouth. Rocking back and forth making me milk him with my mouth and tongue. Then he just pulled out.

"NO. Please let me suck you a little more."

"No I want to suck you a little now." He leaned down and kissed me. He kisses me from my head down to my neck, down to my breasts, down to my pussy and then he starts running his tongue along my inner thigh. Then I feel him sink his teeth in me and begin to suck. Gently at first then he is holding on like he is afraid I will move.

He ran his hand up my thigh and started running his fingers along my clit and into my pussy. I was going crazy. I had to do something.

The position we were in gave me access to his dick again. So I took him into my mouth and start sucking him while he is sucking me. He begins to fuck my mouth and finger fucking me I feel my orgasm building and his too. He lets go of my thigh and takes his dick away from my mouth and places him self between my spread eagle legs. He runs his dick up and down my slit then places my right leg on his shoulder and turns me sideways. He thrust his cock deep inside me. Hard and fast. I came instantly. My orgasm rocked me so hard I threw my hips against him rocking him hard and fast. He grabbed my hips and road with me until his orgasm hit him. Then he just fell on top of me. We just laid like that for awhile.

"You are going to kill me." He jerked up in surprise when I said that. I just laughed and said, "Not really, it wont be your fault and I will die happy."

Then he smiled at me, "Don't scare me like that."

"Would you be kind enough to untie me."

"Are you sure you want me too?" Then he laughed and said, "Okay, Okay just checking." Then untied me.

I got up and put the robe back on.

About that time Michael came into the room. " I called the Parts shop and they had the part in stock. They will be delivering it in about an hour."

"Oh, okay how much was it?"

"Don't worry about it, Luke and I have more than enough money. We would love to take care of it for you and we would be offended if you didn't let us. Did you find any clothes that would work for you?"

I just smiled and nodded. I didn't trust myself to talk. They were being so nice to me and I was feeling a little emotionally overwhelmed.

"I guess you will be able to get back on the road tonight. If you want to that is. We would love to have you stay with us a while longer. Would you like to?"

"You have both been so nice to me, I would love to stay here with you but my sister is expecting me by tomorrow. I could call her and tell her I had van trouble, but she will not be put off for long. It has been a long time since I have seen her and she worries about me. As a matter of fact I need to call her anyway. May I use your phone?"

"Sure there is one in the kitchen. You are probably hungry I can whip you up something to eat."

"I am a little. You boys can really work up a girl's appetite."

Michael and Luke threw on some old sweat pants. God those guys would look good in a potato sack! I followed them into the kitchen where Luke started making a breakfast fit for a Queen.

I made my phone call to my sister and let her know that I was running a little behind. Car trouble and all, but I was okay and staying with friends until it could be fixed.

Michael was right beside Luke washing everything Luke got dirty while cooking. Where have these men been all my life. Why is it all the good men are either taken, gay or not human! Life is just not fair! There should be a law about a man looking so good and being so great and not being available to keep. I needed to distract myself before I jumped them again.

"So, tell me about Sara."

"She was our daytime protector and our friend."

"We meet her in 1925. She was 25 years old and had been widowed for about 1 month. Her husband had died from influenza. We came across her at the grave of her husband at midnight. She had a knife and she was going to slit her wrists. She didn't think she had any reason to live. She didn't have any children and she didn't want to go on living with out her true love."

Luke turned around and continued to cook breakfast while Michael took up where he left off on the story. "Back then we were cold blooded killers, literally. We killed for the fun of it. That night we had our fun. We had killed an entire family. A mother, father and 2 small children and felt nothing."

I was stunned. I didn't know what to say. What do you say to that. Finally I said, "What made you change your ways?"

"Sara did. She was so beautiful with her broken heart. She was so sad and lonely because someone she loved so deeply was taken away from her. She was willing to take her own life because of it. It touched a part of me I knew should no longer be there. I knew it couldn't be there, but there it was my heart beating and breaking for her."

"Luke came over to me and hit me and asked me why I had a stupid look on my face. He was very compassionate back then. NOT! Anyway I told him nothing was wrong and we left, but I came back alone. I had to see if she was okay, I didn't understand why I cared. I just had to know. When I got there she had slit her wrists. I took her in my arms and held her. She just looked at me, she didn't struggle she didn't ask any questions. She just asked me why I was so sad. Can you believe it. Why I was sad. I told her I hate to see something so beautiful whither away. She said, "I have nothing to live for." I picked her up and took her to the crypt where we had been living for the past few weeks."

Luke broke in and said, "Breakfast is served!" I just glared at him and he said "Sorry didn't mean to interrupt. I just didn't want your eggs to get cold."

"That's okay. I was just getting into the story. I can wait for the rest until the two of you get done eating." and then I noticed that I was the only one with food.

"Michael and I don't really eat breakfast. At least not the kind that you do. Besides if you remember we already ate this morning."

I just smiled and said, "Oh yeah right, how could I forget. Please continue your story."

Luke picked up then. "I was shocked. In all the years we had been together I had never known him to bring home someone. I mean we usually eat and run if you know what I mean."

"Yes, Luke was not very receptive to my bringing home my stray as he put it." He said,

"Why the Hell did you bring that home?"

"I am not sure. I just knew she needed to be here."

"Why! She is already dead. Just give her a few more minutes and she will be."

"Not if I can help it." and then I cut my wrist and let a few drops of blood fall into her mouth.

Luke slapped my hand away from her and asked me, "What the Hell is wrong with you?"

"I can't let her die." I felt her stir, my blood was working its way through her system. I could feel it. Since I didn't take her blood she would not turn into a vampire, but she would never be the same either. "Luke you and I have been together for a long time. Can't you feel it? That she is suppose to be with us."

Reluctantly Luke nodded. "Yes, but I don't know why. It is like she is pulling at me." and then she did. She grabbed my hand and looked into my eyes, and that is all there was too it. I cut my wrist and let her have some of my blood too. So she could be a part of me too."

"Within 24 hours she was 100% again. She didn't remember why she was sad in the first place and we didn't tell her. She didn't even question why she was with us. She just took over our care. She found us a real home for the day time and the night time where we would be safe. She took care of every need we had."

I had to ask them, "Every need?"

They both smiled and said, "Yes every need. From carnal cravings to hunger cravings."

"She would make sure we had clean clothes, a clean house, warm blood in our stomachs and a hot woman in our bed."

"So what happened to her?"

"She died of natural causes. She was 101 and she only looked 55. A very healthy 55. Our blood made her live a longer life, but it still wasn't forever. She wouldn't let us make her one of us. We begged her. I guess it was for the best. She gave Luke and me 76 wonderful years of memories. The women in the paintings down the hall, were all friends of hers and ours. She couldn't be our sole source of nourishment and entertainment so she brought in reinforcements. The ones in the paintings where the special ones that stayed around."

"I think I understand. You had been killing for so long, making people lose their loved ones and causing all that heartbreak. It found you and made you understand what you were doing. It was like it made you find the last piece of your soul. Do you miss the killing? Have you ever killed again?"

"No Michael and I have never killed after that night. We couldn't. Now that our hearts were beating again we didn't want to chance losing that."

"You boys have made my heart start beating again. I don't think I am ready to lose that yet either. I was thinking, Maybe you could use a vacation. Come down to South Padre with me. We could drive at night and sleep during the day. We could find a motel with a basement for you two. Give me 5 minutes on the computer and I will have everything planned."

"A couple of Vampires at the beach. Now does that make since."

"Sure it does. Have you never seen the ocean by moonlight. I am sure it is beautiful and we could have so much fun."

Luke looked at Michael and said. "Oh yeah bud. We haven't been to the ocean in years. I think we could use a little vacation."

"Okay. Sounds great. The computer is in the third room on the right. The credit card is in the top drawer feel free to use it to make the reservations."

About that time the door bell rang.

"Who could that be?"

"Probably just the guy with the part to your van. He will leave it at the door, we have an account with them. Lets just leave your van here anyway. We could take the Hummer."

"That would leave me totally reliant on you. Do you want to be at my beck and call the whole 2 weeks?"

Luke leaned over and whispered into my ear, "There is no place I would rather be!"

The End of Chapter 3 



Breakdown Ch. 03



"Sir," Angel ventured softly, "may I call you Master when we're being intimate?" Her eyes were filled with so much love and hope that he couldn't say no. He acquiesced with a nod, and drew her back into his embrace.

Across the room on the sofa, PeeJay had watched the proceedings with more than casual interest, but she had been bound for some time now. She was thirsty, and had begun to lose feeling in some of her extremities. More irritating that that, however, was the fact that she was getting horny from watching her captor and her former slave getting it on right in front of her! Remembering what he'd said previously, about signaling discomfort, she began stamping her bound heels on the floor. That broke the mood for the lovers, and Galen glanced over at her.

Moving toward her he asked "Do you need something?" She nodded her head vigorously. 

"Hang on," he said, and motioned for Angel to follow him into the nearest bedroom. 

Out of sight he quietly asked her to show him their bondage toys. She recovered a large box from the closet, and he began to rifle through it, selecting a ball gag, and a sturdy pair of cuffs similar to the ones she had been wearing earlier. He handed the ball gag to her, and returned to the living area, where he stood before PeeJay with the cuffs.

"You understand that I can't trust you to behave?" he queried. 

When she acknowledged this, he said "I'm prepared to try and make you a little more comfortable, if you're willing to cooperate. If not, you can stay like you are. What do you say?" She again nodded vigorously. 

"If you are lying or even if you just change your mind, I promise it'll cause you major pain. Do you fully understand?" Again she acknowledged him.

He walked around behind the sofa, and reached behind her back to fasten the cuffs on one wrist. He spoke again, "I'm going to loose your hands now. When I tell you, move them slowly and hold them raised over your head. If you move too quickly, or in the wrong direction, I'm not going to be concerned with whether you get a concussion this time." 

He untied the leash that bound her hands, and watched her closely as she began to move in compliance with his instructions.

"Angel, when she is in position, fasten the cuffs on the other wrist." Behind PeeJay, Angel moved quickly to obey, and soon PeeJay was able to relax somewhat, although her hands were again bound. Galen examined the cuffs, and adjusted the fit to prevent failure. 

Satisfied he addressed PeeJay again. "I'm willing to remove the gag, providing I have your word that you'll keep the volume down." She signaled her agreement once again. With a look, he signaled Angel to keep the ball gag handy, and he removed the makeshift gag.

PeeJay was still angry about her capture, but saw no practical way to escape. Admittedly, her captor hadn't shown any harmful intent so far, though he could have done anything he wished. Not wishing to antagonize him, she concentrated on relieving her physical discomfort. 

"Water," she croaked. Galen nodded, and took up Angel's station while she retrieved a glass, and brought her former Mistress a drink. 

PeeJay gratefully accepted the glass and drained it dry. At that point she realized she had another pressing need... "Gotta pee!" she whined.

[Fuck! How'm I gonna handle this?] Galen asked himself. He thought for a minute, and then came up with a plan. He picked up the leash and walked around behind the couch again. Looping the leash around PeeJay's throat, he said to Angel, "Go loose her legs and help her out of her pants." 

Angel gave him a glance that told him she thought he was crazy, but she proceeded to follow orders anyway. 

PeeJay, for her part, was acutely aware that if she tried anything, the leash circling her neck could guarantee a blood deficit for her brain, so she behaved. Presently, she found herself bare-bottomed, and being frog-marched into the bathroom.

Galen didn't like invading anyone's privacy, but he didn't feel he could trust her at all, even to go to the bathroom, so he stood watch as she did her business and cleaned up afterwards. She blushed a lot, but there was no help for it. 

When she was done, he marched her back out to the living area, and instructed Angel to help her don her panties again. He decided that the leather trousers were unnecessary at the moment. They'd only be in the way if she needed to go again, and not having them might help dissuade her from attempting to escape... or at least slow her down. 

[Besides, she looks good wearing just her panties!]

Looking at his watch, he realized that his car should have been delivered by now. It was getting close to closing time, on a Friday afternoon, and if past experience with small-town mechanics was any indicator, he needed to retrieve his things right away, or he wouldn't be able to do so before Monday! This presented him with yet another quandary: how to deal with his prisoner, while trying to retrieve his possessions from the car.

He went exploring, looking at every feature of the apartment, in the closets, under the beds, in the cabinets, and so forth, but he kept coming back to the bed. It finally dawned on him that the bed had solid iron rings set in both the headboard and footboard! PeeJay was deeply into the bdsm lifestyle, and her toys would provide everything he needed to prevent her escape! He walked back into the living area, and told Angel to retrieve the second pair of cuffs from the car. When she returned, he took them from her, and walked over to PeeJay, who looked up at him in fright.

"What are you going to do to me?" she whined.

"Not much," he replied, "but I don't want to have to worry about what you might be up to, while I'm busy. Now, do you want to walk, or be carried like a sack of potatoes?"

"I'll walk," she grumbled, and following his directions, she went into the bedroom. Once there, he had her sit on the bed, and he fastened the second pair of cuffs to her ankles, running the linkage through the iron rings attached to the footboard of the bedframe. With her legs suitably immobilized, he removed one of the cuffs confining her hands, and ran its linkage through the ring in the headboard before re-fastening it. Examining his handiwork, he was satisfied that PeeJay was going nowhere, until someone set her free.

"Why are you doing this to me?" she cried, "I've been good... I haven't tried to fight you at all, since we got here... how long are you gonna keep me like this?"

"Whoa! So many questions! Too many I think," he responded He retrieved the ball gag from the living area, and put it to its intended use.

Effectively silenced, PeeJay began to cry, quietly. [What're they gonna do to me?] She liked playing bondage games when she was in charge, and she had always been a cruel Mistress, but she'd never been on the receiving end of that kind of treatment. It frightened her on many levels, and she knew that she had given her captor no reason to be kind to her. 

She was so involved in feeling sorry for herself, she failed to notice when Galen and Angel left the room. When she realized they were gone, she had no idea how long she'd been alone. She listened carefully to try and catch the small sounds people make when they move around in a home, and couldn't hear anything. [Did they actually leave the apartment? Am I alone here, now?] 

Somehow that thought was more frightening to her than the prospect of physical abuse.

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Angel drove again, taking Galen to the garage where the tow truck left his car. He needed his briefcase, toolkit, and suitcase, in order to be able to continue as planned. His employer would arrange to have the company car picked up after it was repaired, and he could return the rental car when he got to Atlanta. Thinking about that gave him heartburn. 

While he knew what he wanted to do with the next few hours, and he knew what he had to do on Monday, he had no clue how he was going to connect those plans together. He had a new slave, for Pete's sake! He couldn't just abandon her; she would likely fall back into her former Mistress' clutches, and that would not be an acceptable outcome. Well, no time to think about it now, we're already here.

He decided to skip the hotel, and use the time he had over the weekend to get to know Angel better, and to try to figure out what to do with both her and PeeJay. His self-guided tour of their apartment exposed the fact that males rarely, if ever, spent any time there, so he needed to purchase a number of items usually stocked in hotel bathrooms. After he identified himself to the garage owner, he was allowed to retrieve his things, and then he and Angel went shopping.

Quite a bit of time passed before they returned to the apartment. Upon arrival there, his nose told him that something wasn't right. He followed it into the bedroom, where he found PeeJay sobbing, and her ass laying in a mess of her own making. On seeing this, Angel began to turn a little green, so he directed her to open the apartment windows, while he set about cleaning up the worst of the mess. 

By the time Angel returned, he'd managed to collect and dispose of the majority of the body waste. 

"I'm going to take PeeJay into the bathroom to finish cleaning her up," he told her. "While we're in there, see what you can do about making the bed fit to use, please?" 

Angel gulped, "Of course, Sir. It'll be ready when you're done." She set about that task as he released PeeJay from her fetters and half guided, half carried her into the bathroom.

Once in the bathroom, he set PeeJay down on the commode, and used a significant amount of the available toilet paper to clean her up. Her body was still shaking, wracked with sobs, and she seemed not to notice him, or what he was doing. 

He started the shower and adjusted the temperature. At that point he realized that PeeJay was in no condition to even bathe herself, and if he tried to help, his business suit was likely to get very wet. He thought about asking Angel to help her, but Angel wasn't really big enough to handle PeeJay, and if she had been, her past treatment might tempt her to cause the larger woman injury. 

Galen shrugged and took the only course of action that seemed reasonable. He stripped out of his suit and hung it up, then naked, he helped PeeJay into the shower and very gently began to bathe her.

In the shower, cleanup went fairly quickly, helped along by the fact that the shower head was a hand-held unit, allowing him to direct the flow of water for most effective cleaning. He soaped and rinsed her thoroughly, paying attention to all the nooks and crannies that might be soiled, then he washed her hair, lathering twice. PeeJay's sobs quieted and she seemed to feel a little better by the time he was done, but when he shut off the flow of water, she made no move to get out of the tub. 

He stepped around her to get out and retrieve several towels, then extended his hand to help her out of the tub. She gave him an odd look, but accepted his help, and stepped gingerly out onto the tiled bathroom floor, and accepted the towel he offered. He proceeded to dry his body, but noticed that she made no move to do the same for herself. She seemed to still be subdued, in a withdrawn mental state. He took the towel from her and gently dried her body, then sat her on the commode and dried her hair with another towel.

When he was done, she appeared to have been sent through a car wash. Her hair, though clean, was a tangled mess. He found some spray conditioner, and set about brushing out her tangles. That also went quickly, and soon she was looking much better. He took her hand and guided her back into the bedroom, which, mercifully, smelled a great deal better. Angel was just finishing dressing the bed in fresh linens as they entered the room.

"How can it be safe to put clean sheets on that bed so quickly?" he asked. 

"It's no mystery, Sir," she replied, brightly. "PeeJay has always enjoyed bedtime play that involved oils and other lubricants. The only way to be spontaneous about that, is to keep rubber sheets on the bed at all times, underneath the linen ones. All I had to do was strip the bed, clean and dry the rubber, and put on the clean sheets. I threw the soiled sheets out." Following the last statement, she turned to look at him and wrinkled her nose. Galen grinned his approval at her show of initiative.

When she noticed that Galen and PeeJay were still naked from the shower, and a series of several emotions flashed across her face. Galen was sure he saw jealousy there, in among the confusion, anger, and surprise, so he gathered her into his free arm and said, "We all have to talk," then he led both women into the living area. "Angel," he said, "under the circumstances, don't you think you're a little overdressed?" 

"If you say so, Sir," she responded unhappily, as she began to disrobe.

Galen had both of the women sit on the sofa, and pointing to PeeJay, asked Angel, "Do you have any idea what's going on with her?"

She sniffed, "Yes Sir. You've broken her."

Her choice of words disturbed him. "What do you mean?" he demanded. 

She shrugged, and said, "She's broken, in the way horses are broken by wranglers. When a Domme gets taken down and humiliated the way you took her, it sometimes causes a permanent shift in her self-image."

"Go on," he urged.

"Well" she continued, "for most people who get involved in this lifestyle, it's just a game. They do it awhile, for play, then they go on to something else. They may come back every so often to play the game, but it's just for fun, a temporary diversion." She looked over at PeeJay. "For some though, like PeeJay and me, it's real. I'm a true submissive, and now I see that she is too. PeeJay played at being a Domme, probably out of fear about what would happen if anyone realized her true nature. She convinced herself, and for a long time she fooled everyone else, too, including me! Today, you exposed her, and I'm glad," she finished.

"So you're telling me..." he began.

"That I'm not the only slave you acquired today," she finished for him, with a significant glance toward PeeJay. He looked at her, then at PeeJay, then back at her.

"What do I do now?" he asked.

Angel grinned, "You have to collar her. You have to affirm to her that you have taken possession, and tell her what her new purpose in life is to be! There aren't many who would challenge you over her. She's pretty much convinced all the guys around here that she can't be handled, and the dykes won't be interested in her any more."

"What do you mean by that?" he demanded.

"Just that, once a girl has shown interest in a guy," she replied, "say, by giving him her body, most real dykes are just not interested any more." 

"Oh," he responded.

He walked toward PeeJay and lifted her chin so as to look in her eyes. "Is this all true?" he asked. She nodded her head, then looked away, her eyes tearing up again. He turned her face back toward him again, and said, "All right, if you are to be mine, I can't go on calling you PeeJay. I assume that the name derives from some initials that you actually have claim to." She nodded reluctantly. "What do the initials PJ stand for, then?" he demanded. She mumbled something he couldn't hear. "What?" he asked. 

"PAMELA JUSTINE!" she shouted, then quickly turned away again.

He grinned, and then turned her back toward him. "Do you really believe that, under the circumstances, it's appropriate for you to shout at me?" he asked. Fearfully, she shook her head. 

"I'll come up with an appropriate punishment later," he said, and continued, "but I think that both of those are very pretty names. Did you know that Pamela means 'honey'?" She again shook her head. "I don't think that I'm ready to call you 'honey' yet, so I think I'll go with Justine. That is you will answer to, from now on," he said.

She bowed her head, and quietly answered, "Yes Master."

On hearing that, he cast a look at Angel. She was grinning from ear to ear, and shaking her head.

"You have to let her do this, at least for now," she said. 

He sighed. "All right for now, Justine," he looked sternly at Angel, then spoke again to Justine. "You are only to address me as Master in private. In public, you will address me as Galen, or use any appropriate common term of endearment." He scowled at Angel, and she continued to grin. 

Turning back to his new slave, he said, "Justine, come to me, and show me that you are worth keeping!"

She bounded to her feet and ran to him, threw her arms about his body, and begged, "Master, how may I serve you?"

He lifted her chin, looked into her electric blue eyes, and said, "Kiss me." She complied immediately, her tongue searching out his. Her kiss was different from Angel's, but in its own way, just as exciting. He felt himself become aroused, and shortly thereafter, she felt it too. He began to caress her body, his hand eventually finding its way between her legs. She was very wet there, but she was very tight. It had been some time, if ever, since any man had been there. 

"Are you a virgin?" he asked. She shook her head and muttered something. "What?" he asked.

She turned her head away and said, "I gave my virginity to my only highschool boyfriend, on our second date. We broke up the summer before he left for college. I haven't had a man in there since then."

Galen pushed her gently to the floor. He began by kissing her repeatedly on her mouth, her breasts, and her inner thighs. Working himself into position, he licked her slit from bottom to top, and played his lips gently over her mound for awhile. When he judged that she was sufficiently aroused, he began to work earnestly on her clit. Her tight stomach started to spasm, and soon she was arching her back in an attempt to achieve firmer contact with his mouth. 

He latched onto her clit and began to suck and tongue it rapidly. Her first orgasm hit her like a freight train. She clamped her legs around his head and bucked so hard he feared it would result in whiplash. He kept up through several climaxes, until she begged him to stop, because her clit had become too sensitive to continue. When he did stop, he climbed up her body, and took her mouth with his.

He expected that her orgasms had loosened her a bit, so he decided it was time to proceed further. He drew up and looked her in the eyes. 

"Put it in," he said. She looked worried, but she tried anyway. It was still a tight fit, even after all the orgasms. 

"Does it hurt," he asked. She shook her head.

"Do it!" she hissed. He pushed in a little, pulled out a little, repeating the pattern until he was buried to the hilt in her body. They rested and kissed for a short time, then he began to move again, in long strokes this time. He could feel her sheath contract on him each time he moved. 

He knew he wasn't going to last long. Fortunately, neither could she. After only a few strokes, the climax train hit her again, and once again Galen felt as if he were riding a bucking bronco. He was a bit more comfortable this time though, because of the change in position, and it wasn't long before he let loose as well. When she felt his penis spasm, she came yet again, after which she fainted.



Breakdown Ch. 04



"On the road again, I just can't wait to get on the road again. The life I love is making music with my friends. I just can't wait to get on the road again!" 

"Luke if you don't quit all of that god awful singing I am never going to get this van fixed!" 

Luke leaned over and whispered to me, "Michael is just jealous because he can't sing as good as me." 

"Don't listen to him Candy. I am twice the singer that he is. He just hurts my ears so bad and gives me such a headache that I can't concentrate." 

I just laughed at them and said, "You two get along really well. How long have you been together?" 

"Are you sure you want to know? I mean it tends to freak people out. " 

"Yes I really want to know. I wouldn't have asked if I didn't." 

"Okay I warned you. Luke and I have been together for 254 years, 6 months and 14 days." 

"You aren't serious? " 

"Dead serious. Pun intended." 

I smiled at them. They were so cute. "How did you meet?" 

Michael stuck his head out from under the hood of the van and said, "We were friends before we became Vampires." 

"I was at a tavern in Italy, getting drunk as usual, when this beautiful bar maid came over to me and sat on my lap and said, "How 'bout a roll sweets." I pushed her off my lap and said, "Get off of me. I can get twice as good as the likes of you without getting any spots on my dick!" 

"Yeah Michael was a real charmer back then too." 

"Just shut up Luke and let me tell the story." 

Luke just held his hands up and looked really scared. NOT! 

"Any way Luke here was sitting at the table next to mine and over heard what I said to the "Lady". He stood up and helped the "Lady" off the floor and said, "And the lady here could get twice the likes of you without getting pushed on the floor." 

"If you have a thing for diseased infested whores be my guest, but I prefer my body parts the way they are." 

"Keep up the way you are and your body parts will be in the river! Now apologize to the young lady!" 

"Do you think you can make me?" 

"And with that Luke proceeded to kick my ass." 

"Hey he deserved it. He was being a fucking prick to a nice whore and someone had to put him back in his place." 

"After that we started playing cards and drinking together every night. Who knew a bar maid would change our lives so much." 

"So let me get this straight, you are a dick and he kicked your ass and then you became best friends. And they say women make no sense." 

Luke rolled his eyes and said, "Believe me they don't." 

"Tell me how you became Vampires." 

"About a year after that incident at the bar, another woman changed our lives forever." 

"Her name was Anya and she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. We were at an Opera, in Italy and we both had dates that we could have cared less about." 

Luke looked offended and said, "Hey I really cared about mine!"

"Yeah right. You only cared about what was under her skirts." 

"I take offense to that!" 

"Okay then, what was her name?" 

Luke just frowned and said, "I don't want to intrude on your story please continue." 

Michael just laughed and picked up where he left off. 

"Any way, I spotted her first. She was in the box next to ours. Our eyes meet. She had the bluest eyes and the blackest hair I had ever seen. Her skin was the palest white I had ever seen and her lips were blood red. She smiled at me and nodded her head my way. I was in lust. Her eyes spoke to me, I felt I already knew her and I couldn't wait to meet her. After the show I had Luke stay with the girls while I went to look for some one I needed to talk to for a moment, well that is what I told them, but I was really on my way to my future bride. I saw her standing alone by the door. It looked like she was just waiting for me. I walked up to her and introduced myself." 

"My name is Michael may I have the pleasure of knowing your name madam?" 

"I am called Anya." 

She had a beautiful accent but I couldn't quite place it. "Anya, it is a beautiful name for a beautiful woman." 

She smiled at me and I knew I was in heaven. 

"You are very kind to say so sir. I see you are here with some friends. Would you like to come to a get together we are having tonight?" 

"We would love to. Are you sure your escort won't mind?" 

"He won't mind at all." 

Then she gave me a grin that said she always got her way and told me the address.

I worked my way back to Luke and the ladies and asked them if they were ready to go. Thank heavens they were, because I was ready to go Anya's party. I had no intention of taking the girls, Luke could go if he wanted to but I was not taking any chances with Anya. 

I took Luke aside and told him what I had planned for the evening. His lady friend wasn't being very receptive to him so he agreed to drop the ladies off and head to the get together. 

We arrived around 11:30pm. I knocked on the door and was let in by a man that could only be described this day and age as Dracula. I swear he had on the cape and everything. 

Luke looked at me and said, "I feel underdressed." 

Dracula said, "You won't feel that way in a little while." Then he moved aside to let us in. 

I wondered around for a while looking for Anya. I had just about given up when she came out of one of the back rooms. She was dotting her chin with a cloth and I noticed she had changed clothes. She was wearing a clinging black number and her hair was hanging down around her shoulders. It was very long and fell all the way to a very shapely ass. 

"I am glad you could come to our party. I think you will enjoy yourselves like you never have before. Please follow me." 

I leaned over to Luke and said, "You are going to owe me for letting you come with me." 

He responded by grinning at me and saying, "I will let you know." 

She led us back to another room where there were several men sitting around looking toward an empty stage. "Have a seat." We sat down in the front row with Anya sitting between us. The lights dimmed and we heard a violin start to play a hypnotizing tune. It was very relaxing. 

A woman came on the stage wearing very little. Then she began to dance to the slow seductive music. She began taking off articles of clothing. Nothing to reveling at first and then we saw a bare upper arm, then a nipple was exposed. She came closer to us and had Luke help her with her act. She pulled him on stage with her and sat him down on a large chair in the middle of the room. She danced around him taking off the rest of her clothes, while to my amusement Luke crossed his legs trying to hide his huge erection from the crowd. 

Anya noticed it. "Your friend appears to be enjoying the dancer." 

"Yes he has no self control." 

"And you do?" She asked as she ran her hand up my thigh and cupped my crotch. 

She began stroking my growing erection in time with the music, but kept her eyes on the stage where Luke was now having his clothes taken off him by the young lady. The odd thing was he didn't seem to mind. It was like he was hypnotized. She took off all his clothes while still dancing on the stage in a complete state of undress. She knelt down in front of him, in front of all of us for that matter, and took his huge erection into her mouth. 

There was one patron who apparently couldn't take it any more and unzipped his pants and started stroking himself. Anya unzipped my pants and started stroking me. Another patron walked up behind the young lady and started stroking her pussy from behind. She began rocking against his hand and moaning loudly. I heard more zippers and more moaning from all around me. I looked around and several women were in front of the men on their hands and knees sucking them in time with the music. Anya leaned down and took me into her mouth and began licking and sucking me. I held her head and kept my eyes on my friend on stage. The patron that went to the stage to stroke the young woman's pussy unzipped his pants and let out his dick. He slid it up and down her slit and slid himself in. He began pounding her, driving Luke's cock down her throat. Luke was rubbing her nipples while the patron was rubbing her clit and continuing his brutal assault on her cunt. I heard several people around me moaning loudly and several ladies got up dotting their chins and walking back out of the room.. 

I watched Luke lose his load into the young ladies mouth and I heard her scream as an orgasm racked her young body, which must have sent the gentleman behind her over the edge because he pulled his cock out and came all over her back and ass.

That was it for me, I lost my control and Anya and her gentle ministrations proved effective as I came into her mouth. She sucked me until she had every last drop. 

"That was amazing I have never been any place like this before. Thank you for inviting us." 

"You are welcome Michael, but just so you know the night is not anywhere near over yet. There will be a fee I will ask of you and your friend in a short while." 

"I can tell you now you don't charge enough. I was just expecting to spend a pleasant evening with a beautiful woman. I was definitely not expecting this." 

Luke had put his clothes back on and joined us again and said, "You are right Michael I owe you." Anya took us to another room where there was no one else this time, but there was a huge bed, with lots of strange accessories. Like handcuffs and chains. I did get a little worried when I saw that, but Luke here felt right at home, hopped up on the bed and said, "I cant wait to see what comes next." 

Anya took my hand, led me to the bed and laid me down on the opposite end of the bed that Luke was using. She helped me undress and cuffed my hands to the foot of the bed. Then turned around and helped Luke undress, then chained Luke's hands above his head which made him sit on his knees. 

"Okay now that you have us where you want us, what are you going to do with us? " 

"You will see." 

She stood to the side of the bed and changed clothes in front of us. She took off the clingy black outfit she had on and switched to a see-thru, red baby-doll outfit. She came back to the bed and climbed over me and stood up so she could look into Luke's eyes and said, "Trust me." 

She began kissing him deeply and ran her hands down his body and around to his ass and cupped it. I had a perfect view of her pussy which was completely shaved and glistening wet. I wanted to touch it so bad. I felt the bed shake and looked to see what they were doing and I noticed she was kissing and sucking on his neck. Luke had his head thrown back and was moaning softly. She worked her way down his body until she could take his cock into her mouth. I worked my way down as far as I could so when she squatted down I would be there for her.

I said, "Please move back a little so I could have some fun too, I can't just watch." 

She moved so I could take her pussy in mouth and work my tongue on her clit while she took Luke into her mouth. I could hear her moaning and sucking on Luke. Then I felt her juices flow over my face as she had her first orgasm of the night and with that she turned around and backed against Luke. She took his cock in her hand and slid him into her wet pussy. Luke wrapped his hands around the chains for leverage and rocked against her as hard as he could. 

Anya began kissing me then ran her tongue down the side of my neck. I looked up at Luke and noticed a trail of blood running down his chest. 

"What the hell is that?" 

Anya took my face in her hands and said, "Trust me Michael."

I did. She went back to my neck with Luke still pounding away at her like I never said anything. I felt her scrape her fangs across my neck and prick my skin. It only hurt for a minute and then I began to moan in the most amazing pleasure I had ever known. She slid her way down my body to once again take my hard cock into her mouth. She worked her tongue and had her teeth scraping just enough to send chills down my spine. 

Luke started begging her to let his hands down. She pushed a button on the side of the bed which released both of us. Luke immediately grabbed her hips pulling her closer to him and harder against him and I only had enough time to hold her head while I came again in her mouth. Luke reached around her and started rubbing her clit so she could come with him which she did immediately. 

Anya smiled at us and said, "I have enjoyed you boys tonight. I would like to keep you around longer. Would you like that?" 

Of course being the deviants that we were we both agreed without hesitation. 

"I do just have one question. Why did you bite us?" 

"Have you never tasted blood that is tainted with endorphins from sexual energy? It is very good. I might let you try it sometime if you continue to please me." 

We continued to go to these parties for several weeks and had similar fun at each event. One night Anya took us both to the room again and said, "I have a very special gift for you boys tonight. I am going to let you chain me to the bed and have your way with me. I have placed fake fangs that are very sharp on the table next to the bed, there are a pair for each of you. Use them and me as you will." 

We had been very curious about this since the very first night, but neither one of us had felt brave enough to ask her to let us do the same to her. Each meeting she always drank from us. Luke didn't hesitate to chain her to the chains above the bed since that was her main choice for him and better access for both of us. 

I took my set of fangs and put them in my mouth so I could get used to them. I went behind Anya and ran my tongue up her spine and I ran my hands up her chest to play with her nipples. Luke put his set of fangs in and ran his tongue up her thigh and to her hot slit. He began sliding his tongue across her clit and running his finger in and out of her pussy. I stood up behind her and ran my tongue and fangs around the sensitive area of her neck. She was already throwing back her head in pleasure and I could tell this was my cue to try my fangs out on her neck. Luke had the same idea at the same time except he was going for her thigh where she had bitten him several times. We both bit her at the same time and began to drink her blood. It was the most amazing sensation I have ever felt. I felt her blood sliding down my throat and begin flowing into my body. It seemed to awaken every nerve I had and kill them at the same time. I rocked back against the wall, I felt like I was having a seizure or something. While Luke fell against the foot board of the bed and was shaking too. Anya's chains gave away and she spoke soothingly to both of us, explaining what was happening. 

"You will be okay. Trust me. Just lay back and let it happen." 

I guess we both must have passed out, because when I came too we were in a different room. There were no windows and it was cold. Luke must have woke up at the same time because he was looking at me the same way I was looking at him. Like what the hell is going on and we both said as much whenever Anya walked up to us. 

"You boys are in the basement of my home. This is where you will stay as long as the sun is up. It will be going down in about 15 minutes." 

"Why are we down here? Why can't we be in the sun?"

Then she explained who and what we became. She also explained mind control and that she would teach us to use our new powers. She must have used it on us while she explained everything to us because we didn't mind at all that we could never go into the sun again and that we would have to drink human blood to survive. And here we are. 

I was stunned, I didn't expect such a detailed explanation but I was glad I had it. 

"So if I were to drink your blood I would become like you?" 

"You could, we would love to have you, but I wouldn't recommend it. Since you have kids, I would have you wait until they were grown." 

"I don't think I could do it anyway, but thank you for being so honest with me. So to change the subject is the van fixed?" 

"Yes it is. When the sun goes down we will hook it to the back of the Hummer and pull it to South Padre with us so you won't have to be reliant on us for your transportation. Do you still want us to go after the story you just heard?" 

I just smiled at both of them and said, "I wouldn't have it any other way." 

To Be Continued...



Breakdown Ch. 04



[This is a first!] Galen observed, grimly, as Justine lay unmoving on the floor. [I've never had a lover pass out before.] A glance at Angel revealed a grin that almost split her face. 

"What's so funny?" he growled. 

"You!" she popped off, then went on, "You act so worried! She's going to be okay... she just hasn't had sex with a guy for a very long time. It's different enough to be something of a shock, especially if you mistakenly thought you were a dyke."

"Well, help me get her to the bed," he commanded. As they moved to do that, he looked at Angel intently, and asked, "Did you know this would happen? I'm remembering your remarks as we left Mary's Game Room. Especially the one about where you girls live."

"No Sir," she replied. "At the time I was only thinking that she'd have to leave town, and you are her only possible ticket out. When you took her down at the club, it effectively ruined her reputation as a toughie. The others smell blood now, and they won't ever let her forget that she was bested by a man! That's unforgivable in that social circle. You can avoid confronting men, and no one holds it against you, but if you get into a fight for real, you'd better win. No one expects you to fight at all if you're a 'bottom', like me."

"What's a 'bottom'?" he queried. 

"That's just another term for being a submissive," she explained. "A 'top' is the dominant in the relationship. You're the 'top' in your relationships with me and P... uh... Justine. The lifestyle has what amounts to it's own language, and of course some folks get into it more than others."

They tucked Justine in, left her sleeping, and returned to the living area. As they relaxed together on the sofa, Galen began thinking out loud. "As idyllic as I find the current arrangements, I have to go back to work on Monday, and that presents me with some hard choices. The easiest thing for me, would be to set you free." Looking at Angel, he knew that wouldn't fly, but he had to know why. "What do you not like about that idea?"

"Sir," she began sadly, "I know you'll do what you think you must do, but I must tell you now that neither Justine nor I would be free for very long." She hung her head.

"Why not?" he countered. "If I choose for you to be free, why shouldn't you stay free?"

"Sir," she answered, "everyone in this town knows I'm a bottom. 'PeeJay' led me around on that leash too long for it to be otherwise. The guy she got me from still lives here, too, and I'm sure he's spread it far and wide that I can be dominated. Without a strong Master to protect us, we're free for the taking, and the only people who would be willing to defend us are those who would want to own us."

"That sounds to me as if you have a pretty severe case of low self-esteem."

"No sir, I actually think quite well of myself. I'm very good at being a submissive. I've always been able to please my 'top,' and not just with sex. I'm also very loyal when I feel appreciated, although until today, that hasn't happened for awhile. I'm just not a fighter. No sub is. If you try to free us, it will have the same effect as abandonment. Justine will have a harder time of it, because she has no experience being a submissive. She will likely suffer a lot of beatings. It is said that some doms have even killed subs who failed to please them. If you don't want us, then we would be better off if you made a gift of us to someone. Hopefully someone who would be as kind as you are." 

"Look," he said, " I understand that you have strong feelings about this, and I'm not going to ignore them, but I think we need to bring Justine into the conversation before I make any final decisions. Are you okay with that?" Angel glumly nodded her acceptance. 

"On another subject," he continued, "you mentioned that 'PeeJay' had obtained you from a guy who lives around here. How did that happen?"

Angel smiled wanly, and said "My former Master is an amateur gambler. He has a liking for poker, and he usually plays well. Not long ago, he got into a game with several players who were better, or at least luckier, than he was. 'PeeJay' was one of those. He lost nearly everything he brought to the game, but on the last hand, he thought his luck had finally turned. "

She grimaced. "He begged everyone at the table for a stake. Nobody was interested until he offered me as collateral. I think the other guys were interested, but they were all married, and probably fearful of the reaction their wives would have." She paused, and sighed.

"Anyway, for whatever reason, only 'PeeJay' showed serious interest at that point, and her interest in me wasn't as collateral. My Master really didn't want to use me as a stake, but she didn't offer him any other choice. It was put up or shut up time, and he felt he had a winning hand. He didn't." Angel shrugged, and finished, "So here I am."

Galen sat quietly for awhile, staring into space. He'd heard about "the lifestyle" before, but never in much detail. He had difficulty imagining the mindset that allowed a person to feel that it was right to be owned. He'd always thought that the "doms" in those relationships were simply forcing the subs into slavery. Angel's words contradicted everything he'd ever thought he knew about dominance and submission. 

He still intended to talk with Justine, but he already knew he couldn't leave the girls behind. His main problem was that he didn't yet have a workable plan for dealing with the reality that he was now a "dom," and that he was now responsible for the well-being of two slaves.

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Justine awoke shortly after having been tucked in, and though she couldn't make out any words, she could hear the quiet murmur of conversation coming through her bedroom door. Still shaky and disoriented from her recent coupling with Galen, she moved cautiously to the door, where she overheard nearly the entire conversation between Angel and Galen. 

Her emotions ran the full gamut as she listened. She felt the truth of Angel's description of her change in status with the local community, and fear when it seemed that Galen might free his new slaves, in order to go on with his life. She felt shame, when it seemed that Galen might disapprove of submissive behavior, and gratitude when Angel refrained from describing just how cruel she'd been as a Mistress. Finally, she felt elation, when it seemed that Galen might keep her, and showed his sensitivity to her feelings about their new relationship.

She timidly approached him, where he sat with Angel, and asked, "Master may a girl speak?"

She surprised Galen with her sudden appearance, and unnerved him with her meek demeanor. "Yes, of course!" he replied, somewhat abruptly.

"Master, everything Angel has said is true. We have no future if not as your slaves," she told him fearfully. "I wish only to serve you, in whatever way you need me. Please don't leave us!' Then she hung her head, and began to softly cry. 

Galen couldn't stand it. He got up and took her into his arms, and kissing her repeated about her 1face and neck, promised that he would never abandon his girls. When she composed herself, he sat her on the sofa, and took his place between the two.

"It seems that we have some planning to do," he started. "I can't stay here. I have a well-paying job in Atlanta, that I have to get back to. What do you ladies do, when you're not being slaves?"

Angel spoke up, "I work for a local accountant, keeping books for several of the medical professionals in the area." She smiled at Galen, and went on, "I'm pretty sure that I could find similar work in the Atlanta area. I do need to give two week's notice, though."

Galen nodded, and looked at Justine. "What about you?" he asked.

"My current job isn't anything to brag about," she laughed, bitterly, hanging her head. "I'm a commercial artist. I even have a college degree in it, but there isn't much of a market around here for those kinds of skills. I have to pay rent and buy groceries, though, so I take what work I can find. For the past several months, I've been dancing for tips at a strip club."

"I've heard that that's tough work," Galen observed. "From what I've been told, most girls who do that eventually get pressured into doing tricks. How have you been avoiding it?"

"Well they don't come right out and tell you that it's part of the job, when you sign up," she replied. "They wait awhile, 'til you get used to the money - which is good - then they start with the suggestions. First, it's usually the boss, requesting a favor, to help him please a particularly important customer. They don't ask you to have sex with them, just that you dance a little closer to this one or that one, after you're naked, or nearly so. Then it's 'I bet he would tip you real good if you accidentally rubbed a tit against him.' or 'how about just one little lap dance?' It sounds reasonable. You're dancing naked, after all. What further harm could it do?

"Then it starts happening more frequently, and pretty soon, it's not the boss, asking every now and then, but the bartender, or the bouncer, or the deejay, and they're steering you from one customer to the next. Soon you're doing it for everybody, and they're suggesting that you should treat some customers even better, allowing them to touch you, or take even more liberties, and then it's 'What're you saving it for? Everyone thinks you're doing it already, so it can't hurt your reputation. You might as well make the big bucks that go along with it!.' " She paused a moment before going on.

"Many, probably most, of the girls cave in at this point. If you don't, they get tricky. They start letting you have drinks while you're working - which is strictly against the rules! - but nobody cares. If that doesn't loosen you up enough, I've heard that those drinks sometimes get laced with other things, guaranteed to do the job. Some say that they deliberately arrange for the girls to get hooked on drugs, so that they'll do anything to get them." She looked straight at Galen, and said, "I haven't put out, although the pressure is on. I've had to make my point, violently, several times in the last few days, and the boss doesn't like it. At the club, I don't eat anything at all, and I never drink anything that I didn't personally break the safety seal on. If I put it down, I don't pick it up again. I told you the truth... until today, I've not had sex with a man since highschool.

"Even before you came along, I'd already concluded that I needed to move on, and find another job, in another town. If you want me, I'm yours. I work for tips, so I don't even need to give notice." When she finished speaking she hung her head again.

Galen looked at her grimly, then said, "Justine, I don't want you to go back to that club, ever again. If you did, they might hurt you. Then I'd have to destroy them." Surprised, she lifted her face to look at him, and saw murder in his eyes, but his face softened as he beheld her, and he held out his arms in invitation. She moved quickly into his embrace, and said, "Thank you, Master," then she curled up in his lap and sighed happily.

Angel was pouting a little, and Galen sensed that she felt a little left out at this point, so freeing up one arm, he drew her into the cuddle. After a little of this, Galen began to feel a familiar emptyness, and realized that he hadn't eaten since breakfast. "Anybody besides me interested in pizza and beer?" he queried. Both women seemed to feel that having pizza delivered was a grand idea.

"I've got a six-pack in the 'fridge," Justine offered. "If we need more than that, though, we'll have to drive to the next county."

"I guess we'll have to do with that, then," he said, "I'm bushed, and I don't want to drive for hours, just for beer. I'm buying, so who's gonna call for the pizza?"

"I'll do it, Sir," Angel grinned, "What kind of pizza would Sir like?"

"Pepperoni, green peppers, mushrooms, and extra cheese!" he exhorted.

Justine began to disentangle herself, and said "I'll set the table while you call."

Galen found himself with empty arms and an empty lap. He grinned and thought, [So much for having a pair of adoring sex-bomb slaves!] He found the remote and began channel surfing. Not finding much to watch, he turned off the tube, and started wandering around the apartment, curious about what the women were up to. Angel had finished placing their order, and disappeared. As he approached the kitchen area, Justine finished preparing the table.

Turning to see him standing there, she asked "Will Master be requiring his slaves to answer the door in the nude?" He hadn't thought about that.

"I think not," he replied. "How soon will the food arrive?"

"About another twenty minutes," she answered. "At least that's what they told Angel."

"You go ahead and put something on. Make it sexy, but not too revealing. I want everyone to know you are beautiful, but not just how beautiful." She gave him a smile, and said "Yes Master," then she disappeared into the bedroom.

He continued his wandering, until he found Angel in the bathroom. It looked as if she were taking a pill. "Angel, are you on some kind of medication?"

"Well Sir, the answer is both yes and no," she answered merrily. "This is a prescription medication, but I'm not taking it for any kind of illness or injury. It's a birth-control pill."

"I hadn't thought of that," he admitted, "I guess if you're a slave, and have to meet your... er... dom's sexual demands, you probably really don't want to get pregnant."

"Not accidentally, at least," she agreed giggling.

He suddenly had a very scary thought. "Does Justine take the pill as well?" he asked. 

The happy grin fell from Angel's face as she remembered that Galen and Justine had had unprotected sex. "I don't think so," she admitted. 

Galen quickly found Justine and explained his concern to her.

"No Master, I'm not on the pill," she declared tearfully. "I'm also right at the peak of my fertility cycle."

"So you could already be pregnant," he observed. "Okay. No beer or any other alcohol for you, until you decide how to deal with this."

"No, Master," she replied, looking at him sadly.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"It's not my decision. If I were still 'PeeJay,' it would be my decision. On the other hand, if I were still 'PeeJay,' I wouldn't be at risk for pregnancy. You are my Master, you are my lover. If I am pregnant, it is with your child. If someone needs to decide anything, it is you." 

Galen sat on the bed in shock. [This situation just keeps getting more complicated!]

Taking a deep breath, he sighed, "All right, this is my decision." By this time Angel had entered the room, and both women had their attention fixed on him. "We will not borrow trouble," he said. Looking at Justine, he went on, "We will not have unprotected sex until you've either been diagnosed as pregnant, or are taking the pill. I have to finish my service calls, so that won't be much of a problem for a couple of weeks, and by then we may know more about your condition."

Looking at Angel, he continued, "Justine is going to be scared and lonely, and probably not acting very responsibly, in terms of taking care of herself, while I'm gone. I'm putting you in charge in my absence, and you are to make decisions that insure both her well-being and yours." Both women were surprised at that, but both of them nodded. 

"When I finish my service calls, we'll be together again, and we can make decisions based on more complete information. I promise you both that I take this whole situation very seriously. Are you both okay with this course of action. so far?" Again both women signaled their agreement.

About then, the doorbell rang, and Justine, being more appropriately dressed, took the money from Angel and went to meet the pizza deliveryman. As the trio consumed their impromptu repast, Justine grumbled about having to drink soda pop instead of beer, but they all enjoyed the company. 

When they were done, Galen refused to let them clean up, instead opting to take them both to bed. "I'm going to show you both just how much fun you can have with a guy, without risking pregnancy," he declared. And he did.



Breakdown Ch. 05



"Okay, the Hummer is packed. I think we have everything we need. Do you think we should pack any snacks?"

Luke just opened the passenger door for me and said, "Hop on in Candy and we will have all the snacks WE need for the trip."

Michael laughed and punched Luke on the shoulder then he took my hand and helped me into the Hummer. "Candy is always a good snack for the road." and he patted my butt as I was climbing in.

I swear for men that were suppose to be 250 year old Vampires they were very immature, but I didn't mind at all. I was having the time of my life.

Michael got in the driver seat, I was in the front passenger seat and Luke was in the back seat kicked back and relaxing all set for a long drive. We had about 400 miles to go before we got to my sister's place on South Padre Island, Texas.

"Did you double check the connection like I asked you to? I Don't want to be going down the road and see Candy's van pass us on the road."

"Michael, will you ever learn to trust me? Of course I checked it. It is fine. The only way it will pass this car going down the road, is if Candy and I get tired of listening to you on the way and take off in it!"

"You don't want to do that. The Hummers windows are tinted to keep the suns rays from killing us incase we get stranded in the day light."

"Okay then, the only way it will pass us is if we kick you out and make you drive the van."

"Are you two going to fight the whole way?"

"I don't know, he IS a grouchy ass. Why don't you get back there with him and keep his mouth occupied so I don't have to listen to him whine."

We were already on the highway and just beginning a very long and possibly boring trip, so I thought to myself why not pass the time doing something fun. "Okay I will!"

Luke said, "Cool" and climbed into the very back seat and motioned for me to follow him. 

I said, "We wont be very comfortable for what you have planned."

"Oh yes we will." He laid down the back seat and pulled out a blanket and two pillows. 

"You had this planned the whole time didn't you?"

"Hey, I packed those, thank you very much and that's what I had planned while it was Luke's turn to drive!"

"Yeah buddy. That's why I didn't mind you taking the first shift of driving. I get her all to my self for 4 whole hours and you just get to watch and listen."

"Do I get any say in this?" I said smiling at them both. 

Luke just smiled at me and said, "Sure you get to say, 'Yes! Oh Yes Luke you do that so much better than Michael!' and you can say that as much as you would like. Now get your butt back here."

Michael was glaring at Luke, "You just wait and hear what she has to say when I get to her."

"And to think I was wanting to stop at Wal-Mart and pick up some car games." Silly me! Little did I know I would need no car games from Wal-Mart to keep occupied on this trip.

Luke grinned at me with that sexy smile of his and said, "We don't need car games! We already have 'Candy' Land!"

So I crawled my big butt back there and Luke grabbed me and threw me down and proceeded to take all of my clothes off as quickly as he could. I couldn't stand the thought of being the only one back there naked so I started taking his clothes off of him. I have never seen anyone as good looking as Luke. He was even better looking than Michael, but Michael was much sweeter and gentler. Luke has long brown hair tied back with a leather strap, dreamy bedroom brown eyes, very broad shoulders and of course rippling muscles and a wash board stomach that I just couldn't help running my hands down. I could die happy right now. I can't control myself with him. 

Luke was straddling my hips so I had perfect access to his body. I ran my hands up and down his hard abs and leaned up and licked and nibbled on his rock hard stomach while running my hands around to cup his perfect ass cheeks. He had an ass you could sink your teeth into. It is times like this I understand what goes through a vampires mind. He took my hands off his beautiful butt and made me lay back. He leaned over me and picked his jeans off the floor and took his belt out of them. While I stared wide eyed at him he took my hands and looped them through the belt and strapped them behind my head. 

"Luke what are you doing to me?"

"Yeah Luke what are you doing to her?!" Michael yelled from the drivers seat.

"Shut up and handle the car while I handle Candy land. Isn't that right Candy? You trust me?"

"Yes of course I do."

"Then lay back and enjoy, if I do anything you don't like let me know and I will stop."

He spread my legs as far apart as they would go and took a cooler out of the back of the Hummer. He popped the lid open and pulled out two black drink bottles. 

"One is for you and one is for me"

He popped open my bottle and poured it into my mouth. It was the sweetest juice I have ever tasted, it dribbled down my chin. He told me that he had to keep my fluids up. 

'I wont be tasting you for a bit, because I don't want you to get sick." he leaned down and licked the juice from the sides of my face and kissed me briefly on the mouth, then licked his way down the side of my neck to my nipples that were already hard and very sensitive. When he rolled his tongue around the nipple and started to suckle me I could feel myself getting extremely wet between my opened legs, I could feel my wetness running on to the seat. I started rotating my hips to rub along his abs. He sat up and wrapped my legs around his hips and I could feel his rock hard cock against my butt. I wanted him to enter me so much but he didn't yet. He opened his bottle and squirted its contents onto my stomach and chest and started to spread it around, 

"Oh my God that is so cold. What is it?"

"It is my treat. O+ Blood."

I am normally very squeamish, but I was oddly turned on even more by this. He began licking it off of me. My nipples were even harder and more sensitive than before from the coldness. He spread my legs open again and squirted the cold liquid between my pussies steaming lips. I rocked against his mouth as he began to lick it off of my clitoris. As his tongue stroked me he would insert a finger then two, deeply inside of me. Bringing them in and out of me with each stroke of his tongue. Over and over again until I had my first of hopefully many screaming orgasms of our trip. He kept his fingers inside of me until I stopped shuttering then he started all over again. 

"Oh Luke not again I don't think I can take it."

"Well if you are not sure lets just try again and find out."

This time he kneeled between my legs and wrapped them around his head and on his shoulders. Which put me at an odd angle, but of course he had a reason for this pose other than my pleasure. Even though it did turn me on more when I found out why he had me this way.

"Hey Michael don't kill us but watch in your rear view mirror how hard I can make her cum." 

"Well at least make it where I don't have too look at your ugly mug while you do it."

"Okay Michael what ever turns you on." and with that said Luke made his reflection disappear so Michael only saw me in the air writhing around Luke and his fingers. The second time I came Luke undid my hand because he was afraid I was going to hurt myself trying to get to him.

When he released me I pushed him sitting up and against the side of the car and straddled him, I quickly slid him into me and proceeded to ride him as hard and fast as I could. I could just imagine what the car looked like going down the road, because it had to be doing some serious rocking. Luke wouldn't let himself cum yet so pushed me back against the seat so he could control himself more. He took my hands and placed them around his hips and ass and told me I could make him move how and where I wanted him too, but if I were in complete control he would lose his and he wasn't ready to stop our playing yet. I looked up and saw Michael watching us and trying to watch the road all at the same time. 

"I have an idea Luke."

With that I got on all fours in between the front seats and wiggled my ass in the are for Luke. He quickly took the hint and began running his fingers inside of me and around my clit making me wiggle in anticipation. He slowly slid his cock inside of me. After a few strokes in this position I looked at Michael and he looked down at me and grinned knowing what I wanted. He undid his pants and released his dick, then he moved the steering wheel up so I could release some of the tension I could tell he was under. I took him into my mouth and started licking around the edges and took as much of him into my mouth as this position would allow.

"You know that this will only be fair if I get that on my shift too!" Luke said.

Luke scooted me closer to Michael and reached around me to rub my nipples with one hand and rub my clit with his other. I could feel another orgasm coming and I held Michaels cock between my lips and gently licked him while I moaned and shivered. It was too much for Luke when I started clinching his cock with my pussy with each wave of my orgasm. I could feel him stiffen up behind me but he kept rocking against me until he was spent.

"Okay Luke since you are done with her for a minute you drive while I play."

"Not yet give me just a minute, I need to get my self together."

"Its okay we can play some more Michael and he can watch. Just keep your eyes on the road and at least one hand on the wheel." With that said I moved to the passenger seat beside him and spread my legs for him. He would look at me then glance at the road. I took my hand and began rubbing my clit and fingering myself while he stroked his cock and tried not to wreck the car but still keep an eye on me. I took the hand he was using to stroke his cock and took his fingers into my mouth and gently sucked on each finger and led his had to my breasts and let him rub his fingers around my nipples and play for a bit. I took his hand even lower and inserted his fingers inside of me and around my clit.

He moaned and said, "I am going to have to pull over and try that if you don't take the wheel soon Luke." 

I told him if he stopped the car I wouldn't play. He kept stroking my pussy running his fingers in and out and rubbing his thumb over my clit and when I couldn't take anymore I told him to set his seat back as far as he could and still reach the gas and break. When he was in a comfortable position I straddled him and began to ride him while he drove us down the highway. He was tall so he had no problem see where we were going thank goodness. I felt him lick my neck and begin to suck on it and I told him if he needed to I felt fine. With that said he sank his fangs into my neck and began to drink. 

As soon as he teeth pricked my skin I began another orgasm. I moved my hips as fast as I could on his cock I felt him begin to shudder too and moan and pleasure. When he released me I felt lost again. It is so warm when they are taking from me that I feel cold as soon as they let go. I want to stay like that forever. I can feel everything more, his skin, his hands, his entire body feels like it belongs to me. 

When I slid off of him and crawled back into the back with Luke I had to keep telling myself over and over. That I am just a normal woman, Who 48 hours ago didn't know the people I was entrusting my life too. I was just a divorced mother of 3 who was going on a vacation to see her sister. Before I left home I dropped the kids off for their 2 week visit with their father and was feeling so sorry for myself. When the van broke down on the side of the road I knew it was just more of my bad luck. I am so glad I was wrong, 

Luke was stroking my hair and asked me what I was thinking about. "I was just thinking how different my life was 48 hours ago and how happy I am my van broke down." 

"We are glad too. I wish you didn't have to leave us."

"Me either, but I have a family that needs me. I cant leave them no matter what."

"Who said anything about leaving them? You don't have to give them up for us. You can have both. We have more than enough room for them at our place you could all move in there they could think you work for us and you will. You will be our daytime assistant. Isn't that right Michael?"

"That's a great idea Luke! I cant believe I just said that. I didn't think it was possible for you to have a great idea but you did. Candy please say you will come and stay with us after this trip! We will pay you whatever you want. Your kids will never want anything. If they wonder why they don't see us in the day much just tell them we are working or on vacation and that your job is to make sure the house runs smoothly while we are away. If you ever need more space we will build you another house on the property. What do you say?" Then he made puppy dog eyes at me and got down on his knees and with a tone that would rival my kids begging abilities, "Will you please stay with us?" 

I was stunned. I knew there were a million reasons I should say no. I couldn't think of a single one right at that moment though. 

"I would really love to, but..."

Luke sat up and held me down and looked into my eyes and said " Don't say but, please don't say but. Think about it first. Really think about it. We will do what ever we can to make it work, please just think about it."

Michael pulled over the hummer at a Rest Area and came to the back to sit with us. He took my hand and said, "Look I know it seems like we are asking a lot from you, but you are special and we can see that. It isn't very often that we come across someone like you. Just think about it and when we get ready to leave on the last day of our trip I want you to tell me your answer. Okay?"

"Okay, I will. I can't believe I am even considering this." 

At that point we were about 3 hours into the trip, We got out and stretched our legs for a bit, then we got back into the car and the boys switched places and Luke started driving. 

Michael laid down in the back and patted the spot beside him and said, "Lets kick back and relax a bit. Come and lay down beside me."

Of course I did. We napped for a while until Luke started hollering that we were almost there and he had just past Harlingen and you can smell the Ocean!

It was about 2 hours before dawn and I wanted to get them inside before the sun came up so I got into the front seat beside Luke so I could give him directions. 30 minutes later we were crossing the long bridge to the island. 

We drove by all the tourist areas to the beach houses down the road. Until we found my sisters beach house, it is called the Queen of the Sea, I don't know who started the tradition of naming beach houses, but I love it. We un hooked the van and I pulled it into the 2 car garage and the boys pulled their car in beside it Sandy, my sister, wasn't there yet she was suppose to be there on Saturday so we had a few days before she got there. We shut the garage doors and started unloading the cars and taking everything inside. 

We went in and I looked around at all the windows in the house and knew I would have to check the boys into the place I booked online for them tonight after the sun went down. 

I looked at the guys and said, "I am sorry but unless you want to sleep in the laundry room downstairs, there is no place safe for you to sleep up there."

Michael looked and grinned that sweet grin of his and said, "I figured as much being a beach house and all. It is okay don't worry about it we will sleep in the laundry room today, it has an air conditioner so we will be fine."

They set up in there for the day and I realized that we still had an hour before dawn.

I changed into my beach combing clothes grabbed a flash light and told the guys, "Okay look we have about 1 hour before dawn so lets walk along the beach."

Luke said, " Sure sounds like fun, we have to stick close but that's okay! What do you say Michael?"

Michael just leaned over took off his shoes and took my hand and ran out the front door with Luke running after us. We stopped on the front deck and I was floored at the view even by moonlight. There were no clouds in the sky and a million stars in the sky and on the water. You could just see the white caps as the waves rolled in and listen to that gentle roll. We walked down the steps and Luke took my other hand and we went to the water and just sat down where the waves would just touch our toes as they came in. They laid back onto the sandy beach with me, Michael had his arm cushioning my head and Luke was holding my hand while we watched the moon get lower and lower in the sky. I can't remember being so relaxed and just happy to be in just one place. 

Before long the boys both stood up at the same time and I knew we had to go inside and get the boys ready for the day. I got them settled into their "room" and went upstairs to mine. I fixed me a snack and drank plenty of liquids, I had to keep my strength up because I had the feeling that the next week was going to be even more exciting than I could ever imagine.