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Darkness

By: CrystallineTears



Darkness. That was the first thing to hit him as he opened his eyes. So thick was the inky blackness that surrounded him, he thought for a moment he hadn't opened them at all but was still dreaming. But the creaking of aged door hinges dispelled that notion. The soft, amber light of a torch spilled inside, dissolving his black cocoon as a large, blocky shadow took up residence in the doorway.

"Come." A gruff voice called out, as the figured nudged his prostrate body into motion with the tip of a filthy boot.

He stood, making his way out the door of his prison, a beefy hand closing around his upper arm to steer him through the damp, stone walled corridors. Where was he? He didn't have an answer for that question, yet. He couldn't seem to remember being brought to this place. A dull haze shrouded his mind, making thought difficult. Perhaps it was all a nightmare and nothing more. He certainly couldn't find a better explanation for his completely medieval surroundings.

But then he knew this was no dream. The haze began to lift the moment he saw her sitting in the middle of the small, torch lit room he was shoved into, an amused smile curving the corners of her lips. Yes, he remembered her leading him into the gardens at Dunning's holiday party and the magic those very same lips and her delicate hands had woven over his body. How could he forget it? It had been the most sensual experience of his life. But now, somehow and for some reason unknown to him, he stood here her prisoner.

"I trust you found your night's sleep restful?" She finally spoke, leaning back to take a leisurely look at him, her fingers stroking the soft, black velvet arms of her chair. Her voice was as he remembered it. Soft, husky... touched by some accent he didn't recognize. Even knowing she had for some reason taken him against his will, he found himself once again drawn to her... once again he wanted the chance to slip his fingers through her silky, fire colored hair. And what was worse, she knew what he was thinking. He could tell by way that her eyes gleamed as she watched him.

"I don't remember much about it, but I suppose so." He tried to keep his voice even, standing as still as a statue.

"Good, that pleases me..." She crooned to him, standing slowly and beginning to circle him... every step deliberate as her circle tightened, bringing her closer to him. He could smell her perfume, some wildly exotic mix of roses and musk. Finally she stopped just behind him, propping her chin atop his shoulder and whispering near his ear, "You've no clue why I have brought you here, do you?" She was teasing him, her words laced with amusement at his perceived distress.

"I assume you got horny and needed someone to fuck you, and since there was no one else would take you up on the offer, here I stand." His voice dripped with sarcasm. He hated being controlled, and worse than that, he hated finding his captor as attractive as he did the bitch standing behind him.

"Tsk, tsk! That wasn't very nice of you." His derision did nothing to dampen her humor. "While I do plan to enjoy your body again, I have much more planned for you, My Sweet." Her breath was cool against the side of his neck and he could feel the moist tip of her tongue gliding across his flesh.

"I'm sure I can't wait" He stiffened as he felt her arms slipping around his waist, a hand sliding into his pocket.

"Oh, be assured... it will be an experience like you've never known..." Her laughter sent a chill down his spine... or perhaps it was her hand that did that. Her fingers were lightly stroking his thigh through the thin material of his pocket, moving perilously close to his rapidly growing erection. When her finger finally did brush against his swollen member, a silent intake of his breath caused her to laugh again. But this time it wasn't humorous, it was seductive as her fingers continued to brush softly against him. "See, you don't find me so objectionable after all."

"I never said I did to begin with. I simply object to being held against my will." He retorted before gasping softly as her fingers cupped his cock... the soft silk material that formed his pocket sliding over his flesh.

"Not true at all. If you looked deep inside yourself, you'd find you're enjoying this as much as I am." She explained patiently. "You're too often in control... admit it, it's a nice change of pace for you." She slid her hand from his pocket, much to his chagrin, and moved around to face him. Her dark blue eyes glittered from beneath half closed lids as her gaze dropped to examine the results of her handiwork. "Now, get undressed... " She ordered as she turned away from him to return to her chair.

"And if I refuse?"

"Then I shall call Bren in and let him assist you...I assure you it'll be much more pleasurable if you do it on your own" She smirked at him. "Unless you like pain..."

He hesitated only long enough for her to reach for the bell pull at her side before he began to strip his clothes from his body. The warmth from the torches held in sconces all around the chamber caused his skin to glisten with a thin sheen of sweat and it was quite obvious she liked the added touch. She stood, arms folded across her chest, admiring his physique without shame.

"Well, lets get this done, shall we?" He barely hid his sarcasm, ignoring the simple truth that the whole situation had him aroused.

"Not so fast, Impatient One." Her smile was almost genuine and he could tell she too was anticipating whatever was to come. "I want this to be a memory to last you for an eternity..." She was beside him again, hands stroking the flesh of his chest and shoulders as she pushed him back towards the wall. Her smile was coy as her hands moved down his arms to his wrists until her touch was no more. Before he knew what she was about, he found his hands cuffed and being hoisted above his head. 

"Bitch." He spat out and she chuckled at the look of rage on his face. "Set me loose now or you'll pay, I swear."

"You may save your threats. They are absolutely worthless." Her voice dropped to a whisper as she rubbed her cheek across his chest. Soon, she was working her magic on him again. She was touching him... not with her hands but with her cheeks, brushing their cold, smooth skin across his body. Touching his cheek... his neck... his shoulders and chest. Then she was brushing the ends of her hair across his stomach, dipping lower and lower until he was sure he knew what was next, only to pull away from him and smile coyly. Instead she rubbed her cheeks against the inside of his thighs, her lips so close to his cock he could almost feel them. She was teasing him with her lips and tongue, brushing them across his thighs as she untied the sash of her midnight blue robe and allowed it to spill to the ground behind her.

Her skin beneath was pale, almost translucent like a fine pearl. The hard peaks of her dusky nipples were proof that he was not the only one aroused and somehow that made him feel better. To know it was affecting her as much as it affected him. He stopped worrying about how helpless he felt the moment he felt her breasts brush against his cock once, twice and again. Then, with one of her coy smiles, she allowed it slide between them, hunching her shoulders a bit to squeeze them tightly around his throbbing erection as she began to slowly move them up and down his engorged shaft. A tilt of her head, and with each appearance of his cock from between her breasts, her tongue and lips brushed against him until finally she parted her lips and allowed him to slide between them. Her tongue and mouth tightened around him as he slid in and out of the warmth that engulfed him. She never stopped her sweet torture, mouth and tongue devouring him as though he was her favorite meal. Her fingers glided slowly across his lower back and his hips, the palms of her hands molding themselves to his ass as she drew him closer to those full, crimson painted lips. He tried to stop himself. Tried to think of anything but the creature that was seducing him. But he found it impossible. Soon his hips were thrusting forward, his body craving to bury itself deeper into the softness of her mouth. She felt his growing desire and only redoubled her efforts. Her mouth drawing him farther into it's warm, moist recesses as she sucked harder and harder on his cock. It seemed forever passed before he felt that familiar ache and his body tensed sending his hot cum shooting into her mouth and down her throat as he let out a loud, strangled cry. 

Falling back against the wall, he drew a deep breath and slumped down, allowing the chains to hold him up. He looked down to find those dark eyes watching him with a glint of amusement as she continued to lick him, the tip of her pink tongue gliding over him. He wasn't sure how it was possible, but in no time, she had teased him with her lip and tongue until once again his cock had grown hard and desire once more had its grip on him. 

She drew her mouth away from him as she slid up his body, her hands lifting to loosen his bonds as her lips found his. He no longer cared he was a prisoner, instead his tongue ravished her mouth, forcing its way between her lips to taste the sweetness that was her. His hands were all over her body, brushing over her breasts and shoulders. Down her back and over the round cheeks of her ass only to slide his hands under her thighs, lifting her up. Her legs wrapped around him and he could feel the tip of his cock rubbing against the moist flesh of her sex. He looked at her for a moment, both of them acknowledging their own need in the look that passed between them before he drove himself into her. Her head tilted back for a moment as she gave a soft cry, the tips of her nails raking their way down his chest. He barely felt the pain as he withdrew only to drive deeper into her. 

Her head dropped to his shoulder, her tongue flicking out against his neck as she kissed it softly. But with each of his thrusts, he became less gentle, driven by his need, and she too followed his lead. Licking and sucking at the tender flesh of his neck until he felt a small sharp pain as she bit him. It didn't stop him however as he drove himself deeper and deeper inside her, looking to gain some sort of mastery over this woman. Her fingers continued to stroke his shoulders and back, the tip of her nails occasionally digging into his skin as she continued to kiss and suckle on the side of his neck. 

He closed his eyes, feeling himself grow ever dizzier with each passing moment, the lights of the torches seeming to grow dimmer to his vision. At last, with one mighty thrust he emptied himself into her, feeling her tight passage squeeze around him, drawing every last drop of cum his body would give. He tried to draw a breath and found he couldn't... his arms clutched to her as the lights of the room continued to grow dim and his body slid down the wall towards the floor... darkness stealing its way over him once more and then nothing but a whisper...

"Drink, Love, drink...." He felt her wrist against his lips and then some salty liquid was spilling into his mouth. Blood? Was that what he drank? He found his appetite stirring for whatever it was as he began to drink greedily from the wrist at his lips, his desire for it seemed as unquenchable as the desire for her had been only moments earlier. With every swallow it seemed his body regained a bit more of its strength and his mind began to clear. Only when she finally drew her arm away from him, shoving him away harshly as he fought to keep her there, did realization begin to dawn on him.

"My God... what have you done to me?" He could feel the fire deep in the pit of his belly, feel the revulsion that spread through his body.

"God will not help you now..." The words were not cruel, only matter of fact. "God has no time for the damned..." He heard her footsteps moving away, but he was to busy looking at the blood that he had wiped from his lips to watch her go. The sound of a bolt sliding into the door was the last thing he remembered and then there was only darkness...

Darkness



Darkness. And thus it begins. As it begins every night. Alone. Always alone. I can smell her stir in the room next to mine. I can hear her cry in bloody streams. I know she wants me. I can feel the heat from her loins from where I wake. But this she'll never have. I'm not one to tame.

I draw the curtains back. It's still vaguely light outside, remnants of the sun still straining to be seen, but I refuse to acknowledge it for its glory. It only speaks to me in days of yore, and those are dead to me, much like my own body, stilled in its tracks. 

Anya cries for me from her cell. Still a child, in her own rite. How can I hold her loneliness against her? How can I hold her pain and fear from a life forced on her rather than offered to her? Somehow, I always seem to find a way. 

"Don't make me come in there." I whisper under my breath, knowing fully she can hear my every syllable and smell my anger as it stirs under my breast. Silence. I growl gently to express my point more aptly even though I know she's quivering at the mere memory of my words. Stepping away from the window I sit down on the corner of my bed and reach for my black leather pants strewn over the chair across from the bed. As I muster the strength to stand up, I step into the pants and feel them melt into every curve and contour below my hips. These are my favourite simply because I know exactly how I look in them and I know just what it does to men and women alike. 

Taking one final look at the dying sun's rays, I swish the curtains shut and grab my black faux fur coat and black combat boots before I step out of my apartment and lock the door. And I growl once more, just because I know that it makes Anya both cringe with fear and longing.

As I swing my thigh-length coat on, I grab my combat boots and run down the stairs. I wonder why I'm always so urgent to get outside. As though I'm trying to prove something to that damned sun. That I can and will defy it in all its glory. Or perhaps it's to remind myself what I look like under "natural" light. I forget.

When I reach the bottom of the stairwell I see Elena. Elena, always so frightened of herself. Elena, long brown hair, always pulled out of her face with some contraption chosen to accent her frumpy dresses she wears to her office job. Today she's chosen a dreadfully drab brown dress that resembles something like a brown paper bag. I'm not fooled, though. I know underneath her ugly garb is a voluptuous woman, dying for the touch of an evil lad, such as myself. Heh heh, go figure. She meekly steps by me as I situate myself on the bottom step to tie up my combat boots. I grin in her direction flashing my teeth and lightly licking my canines.

"In so early, Elena?"

"Yes. Long day at work." She laughs forcedly and attempts to avoid contact of any manner: eye, physical, sexual.

"You know, Elena," I begin as I turn around from where I'm perched to wait for her to make eye contact, "I'll bet you I know just what you need after a long day's work." I purr lightly under my breath to press my point until I see her face turn a deep shade of scarlet. I can smell her getting wet which only encourages me further. "And I'd like to bet just about anything that I'm just the person to give you what you need."

"I um, I really have to… I have to go, Justin. I just have to go." She turns and starts up the stairs at a quickened pace. Justin. That's me. To her, at least. Justin.

"Maybe next time. Next time," I mumble under my breath. She hears me. As I finish lacing up the second boot I saunter out the door at my own pace, now. The cool of the night is setting in already and I am enthralled. I feel the metal in my body chill: my septum ring, my nipple rings and the chains connecting them, my nape piercing, and my sternum piercing all raise gooseflesh on my body as I stroll down the boulevard. The rays have gone now. It's just me and the night air and thoughts of satisfying that ever-stirring hunger in me. I know where I'm going. I know what I want. And I know just where to get it tonight.

Everything's a blur until I get there. There's a line to get in. The Continental is always crowded at this time on a Friday night. Full of little children dressed up as adults and pretending to know who they are behind their masks of black eyeliner and eccentric outfits. There is an unsettling silence as I pass them all by to get to the doors. They watch me not only because of my exotic exterior. They watch me because they see the true embodiment of all they try to be. The living (well, for all intents and purposes) nightmarish fantasy they all yearn to take part in. I feel my lips part to a smile as I pass them and I catch the eyes of a few young boys and wink before I disappear behind the doors. I can hear them groan under their breaths. 

"Long time no see, gorgeous." Henry, the bouncer, or Prince Henry as he prefers to be called in his PVC cat suit, eyes me up and down before I nod at him and offer him a half smile. All unspoken promises yet to be filled. Someday, Prince Henry, someday.

The music is pounding in my head and filling me completely as I walk up the stairs to the dance floor and bar. Oddly enough, I recognize this song. It's Massive Attack's Tear Drop. When I gave her the privilege of a stereo for a month, Anya played it all the time as she danced and wept herself into a bloody mess. When I finally reach the landing the smell hits me. It's the smell of desire, solitude, and sex. I'm aroused. Rather than stalk the dance floor for a willing victim, I decide to station myself in a booth where I have an excellent view of both the bar and dance floor. All those children, dancing by themselves and dreaming of life after sunset. They watch themselves in the mirror as though if they turn their eyes for one moment, they shall disappear. And what worse a hell than to have your name forgotten? Just as I have forgotten mine. 

As the song ends, there is a huge turnover on the dance floor while a fast paced song entices all the drunken children to the floor to work out their sexual frustration and yet repels the lonely ones who would rather flow than grind away their desires. I lean forward on the table before me and run my fingers up and down my throat pretending to muse on something other than satisfying my immediate needs. I catch the eyes of several young girls on the dance floor as they grind into each other. Both are dressed as off-kilter catholic school girls with stockings that end right above their knees. Legs intertwined, they begin to grind into each other more fiercely as they feel my eyes on them. 

The one closest to me has her bright red dreadlocks up in pig tails with soft brown eyes haloed by bleached eyebrows and an eyebrow ring. Very slender. She's not wearing a bra and has no need for one, at that. I can see her nipples straining against her tight white button down shirt as she pushes her companion's head down until she is kneeling. Her companion, on the other hand, has her black hair back in a pony tail to showcase the shorn lower portion of her scalp and before she ducks her head under her mistress' skirt, I take note of her attention to detail through her kohl lined eyes and bright red lipstick and black bindhi that serves as a morbid recreation of a third eye. The mistress moans and glares at me with unmasked desire as her voluptuous girlfriend holds fast to her hips and grinds her face into her mistress' snatch. When the girlfriend finally emerges, her lipstick is smeared and her mistress grabs her by the top of her scalp and passionately kisses her to signify approval. 

I'm amused. These two girls, not any older than 18, are putting on a show for me. I'm more amused than I am aroused at the site and I can't hide it as I turn my head away and bite my fist so hard that blood streams down my knuckles. Licking the blood away, I turn back to the duo to see if I've offended them, but it appears as though they have moved on to a new young boy to tease. I laugh out loud this time. 

"My, my, what a lovely voice you have," I hear from behind me.

"All the better to catch your attention with," I chuckle as I turn around to face my aggressor. Her eyes are dark brown, almost black. I'm smitten. Her black hair shadows her fair shoulders and her short bangs remind me all too much of Bettie Page. As she slowly walks over to sit across from me, I see she's wearing a form fitting red dress that traces her body's every curve down to just below her knees and black stockings with a seam up the back. Her black platform pumps offer the point to the exclamation that she embodies. I can feel the heat of her sex as she demurely sits across from me and lights a black clove while drawing in deeply through loosely puckered lips.

"My, my, aren't you the dish," she grins at me as she eyes me up and down. I catch her eyes as she fall upon mine and she reaches across the table with an alabaster hand and gently fingers away a stray hair that had fallen in my eye. "Such blue eyes. I don't think I've ever seen anyone with that shade of blue. So icy. Almost transparent."

"I'm sorry. Do they bother you? I can always look away."

"Perish the thought," she follows with a throaty laugh that serves not only as an expression of amusement but a means of exhaling a lung full of sweet smoke. She offers me her hand again, but this time to kiss as she follows it with a name: Diana.

"Goddess of the Moon," I counter before licking her hand and returning it to her. "Huntress, Maiden, Creator, Destroyer. She's my favourite." I can smell her getting moist. She keeps crossing and uncrossing her legs and I feel myself get more carnivorous with each passing moment. Diana reaches across the table and gently pulls at the chain connecting my nipples and I feign a look of submission and pain before I remove her hand and suck gently at her index finger and bite gently, just hard enough to draw a little blood. She smiles as I suck and look into her eyes. This is driving me mad. No more games. I can feel my veins catch fire as I swallow her blood so I release her finger before I give away my true intentions of this encounter. I gently slide my right knee between her two thighs to spread them slightly before slipping under the table between her thighs. Sliding her dress up her thighs, she squirms to accommodate the adjustment of her material. I inhale her feminine perfume deeply. Mmmm. She's soaking beneath her black and white polka dot panties and she hasn't had release for at least a few months. Rather than ponder this I lick her through her panties.

I realise that I'm quite visible to anyone who takes the time to see what is making this immaculate creature squirm and moan in smoky release, but I also realise that this club is no stranger to such activity going on in the open. And so I bury my nose in her panties and run it along the fold I'm pressing the material into and I inhale her desire deeply before exhaling through my nose to arouse her further. I can hear her cry out under her breath for more before I snake my body up hers and, supporting myself with my hands on either side of her body, I lean in as though to kiss her and instead I turn my head at the last minute so that my lips are right next to her ear before I gently whisper to her the command in the form of a suggestion that we should go back to my place. Diana bites her lip and closes her eyes and we both know where we are going. 

I slide back down her body and emerge from under the table to offer her my hand before lowering my head and raising my eyes to look at her: "Come, my goddess. The Moon is full tonight and you are mine to deflower under its knowing eyes." Speechless, Diana merely left her clove smoking in the ashtray to churn out sweet smoke as I took her hand and drew her out of the noisy atmosphere.

"So, what's your name?"

"Hmm?"

"Your name. You never told me," Diana looks at me as we have reached the door to my apartment in silence and she cocks her head with a playful smile on her lips.

"Oh. My name. You can call me Apollo."

"Alright, Apollo, lead the way," she motions to the door as I turn away from her to unlock it and growl under my breath to warn Anya of company. Anya knows better than to call for me when I first come home, but I growl nonetheless to drive the point home this time. 

I lead Diana into my bedroom, the white sheets twisted and strewn about my bed. After I sit her on the bed I slowly draw the curtains open, looking back at her over my shoulder with a half smile before turning towards her and drawing a finger to my lips as I see her chest raise to take in air to begin asking questions. I don't want words tonight. I've grown sick of them. I just want what I came for. Diana raises herself from the bed as I lean against the wall and beckon her to me with a single motion of my finger and I let her push my coat to the floor. Whispering her name, I lower my head to the hollow over her shoulder and taste her skin as I kiss her ravenously while my hands flow down her back to unzip her dress and let it fall at our feet. She sighs as pull her into me by her shoulder blades just to feel her breasts press against my skin. Her nipples harden as they come into contact with the cold metal on my chest and she shivers as I gently bite at her neck. Gently. Gently. No need to hurry. The Moon is full and still shines on us illuminating our pale flesh and ebony hair. We are like twins born to different worlds with different subjects and different motives and yet driven to the same deeds.

Pushing her away gently, I walk past her and lay down on my bed grinning at her and raising my finger to my lips as a subtle reminder. She walks to the foot of the bed in her polka dot panties, the Moon accenting the ripeness of her figure. Full yet firm breasts leading to a cinched waist that blossom to such fertile hips. I take the finger from my lips and motion her towards me once again, and she obeys without question, kneeling first and then laying down upon me. Deftly, I flip her on her back and raise to my knees in between her thighs before I draw her polka dot panties down her thighs, her calves, and finally I tug them off, smelling them deeply before I fling them across the room. Diana reaches between up and unzips my pants before drawing the tight leather down my thighs. I stand up to push them off myself. I look down to see my semi-hard self grow slightly and I look back into Diana's eyes and grin. I feel my eyes glowing now and I feel the hunger in me rise with my flesh. I know Diana feels it too because I suddenly smell the fear in her rise and this scent only drives me on harder.

"Listen, um, Apollo, I think I've made a mistake. I should really get going," she stammers as she raises herself up on her hands. 

"You think?" I'm feel the deep rumbling in my chest from my growling and I feel myself growing harder at her vocalized fear. She's absolutely petrified, and I couldn't want her more. As she rolls to her side I jump on her on my hands and knees and pin her to her back by her shoulders and I slide a knee between her thighs to spread them again, this time against her will. Her shuddering beneath me is just driving me on. I forcefully spread her thighs apart with my knee and growl in her ear before lightly nipping it with my teeth. Diana yelps in pain. I've drawn a little blood. I attach my lips to her lobe and suck gently as I reach my hand between her thighs and stroke her against her will. 

"Let me go," she squirms beneath my weight and whimpers at my touch. "I've made a mistake! I can't be doing this! I thought I wanted this but I…" I violently cut her off as I kiss her drawing her tongue into my mouth and biting the tip of it to suckle at the blood that flows forth. 

"We all make mistakes, Diana," I purr and grab hold of myself and begin to rub the head of my member against her slit slowly and teasingly, "but how many of us actually pay for our mistakes? Tomorrow I die for this mistake, but tomorrow night I am resurrected to make the exact same mistake. I am your personal saviour tonight. You are living to worship me, so submit, Diana. You belong to me tonight, forever." And as I say these last words, I push myself into her, all the way. I cover her mouth with mine to muffle the scream before pulling out of her slightly and pushing myself back into her again. I rock her into submission and her frozen fear excites me to no end. My canines grow and press against my lower lip. I'm growing. Inside her.

I lick the hollow of her shoulder again, as I slide in and out of her and before she can will herself out of shock, I plunge myself into her yet again with my teeth, this time, and break the surface of her virgin skin. Diana wakes from her momentary submission and begins to cry under the pain and wakes Anya in the next room who joins her and the two of them sing of pain despite pleasure together. Diana begins to claw at into my back and she tries to pull away from me by driving her hips down into the mattress. I think Diana is more scared at the prospect that she is enjoying this rather than the prospect of her pending mortality. I draw more of her essence within me as I push myself into her at a faster pace. Diana is enjoying this despite herself, I can feel her muscles relax and submit to me with pleasure. 

As I buck against her body in fluid motions while my head remains attached to her neck like a baby's to a mother's teet, I feel her tighten around me and I know she's about to go over the edge. I suck at her harder and feel orgasm rush up on me as well and I explode inside her as she continues to flow into my mouth. Diana wraps her legs around my back to drive me in deeper while she cries out into the night one last time before closing her eyes and submitting herself completely. Finally, her muscles relax completely and I draw myself away from her neck, satisfied, for the time being, and I draw myself out of her. Anya is wailing louder now. Jealous. 

"Maybe another night," I whisper to her under my breath before curling into the fetal position and wrapping one of Diana's cooling arms around me before I drift off to sleep.

Maybe tomorrow night.

--thanks so much for taking the time to read... feed back would be appreciated! 



Darkness



(this one is a bit darker than i usually write and had a pretty profound impact on U/us… i would really appreciate a lot of feedback on this piece tell me what you think……)

T/they sit opposite each other at the dinner table as she watches Him eat His spaghetti. As T/they chat about the day, she toys with her food, taking small, uninterested bites. she pushes her food around the plate and nibbles on the garlic toast distractedly, wondering what to say.

He looks up at her. “Baby, is there something wrong?” 

“No,” she sighs, “nothing’s wrong…just…well…” 

“What is it baby? What’s wrong?” 

“Well…” she takes a deep breath. “i… i wrote something to You today in my journal… here.” she pulls a book hesitantly from her lap and slides the bound leather journal she keeps for Him across the table. 

Looking at her curiously, He opens the book. The last written page smells freshly of the ink she uses as He begins to read. His face is expressionless and unreadable as He reads. she fidgets some as He looks over the binding with a raised eyebrow. “This is a different one for you.” 

“i know it love… but it’s still there.”

He turns back to reading...



my dearest Love, 

i read a story this week and it brought to light a fantasy i’ve never voiced to You and barely have admitted to feeling myself. but i wanted to share it with You…

it’s about being forced...

it’s hard to explain why that struggle is one of my fantasies, but i’ll try…

i want to be held down. i want Your strength over-powering me. i want to feel impossibly held...my thighs kneed apart while You pin me beneath You…holding my hands above my head. i want to struggle and fight and push You away.

the knowledge that i cannot...god, Love…the thought of that only makes it better. 

whimpering and crying...struggling and fighting, turning my head from side to side trying to get free.

but really...

i am using it to drag myself higher, toward that edge i crave…that total loss of control…total surrender…it’s not mine to give…You take it….and my body responds...

even when my mind and voice revolt…i am wet and waiting…my heart pounding…my breasts heaving in an effort to breathe as the need and passion begins to take hold somewhere deep within…

when You finally force Yourself between my thighs, my legs are weak and unable to fight any longer…i struggle to pull my arms away, but Your grip only tightens… 

You have my hands in one of Yours, and the other is twisting and raking at my breasts…

when You enter me finally, it is deeply urgent and powerful…all the power released into a single solid hard deep thrust…final…complete…claiming what is YOURS... 

i am no longer my own ..

He looks across the table as He lays the journal aside. His eyes glaze a bit, as she sees something stir in them.

“I like it...and I could get into it,” He says taking another bite. she toys some more with her food. “Eat baby, you’ve barely touched your dinner.”

Picking up the bread, she tears little pieces from it and pops them into her mouth. “You don’t think i’m weird then? Wanting that?”

“No, not at all...and I could enjoy it...cause it's something I think about sometimes,” smiling across the table at her as she tears apart her bread.

her hands nervously shred the bread as He sees mixed emotions of eagerness and nervousness playing across her face.

Looking up from the pile of crumbs beside her plate, she picks up her fork. Swirling her fork through the noodles, she asks, “Really? Why haven't You said anything, Love?” Surprise and relief are evident on her face as she takes a small bite. 

“Well, it borders too close to rape for Me sometimes.” He looks up again, smiling slightly as He reaches across the table, napkin in hand to swipe the bright red sauce from her chin.

she nods slowly, blushing slightly as He wipes the sauce from her chin and drops the napkin next to her plate. “i think of it that way too, sometimes.” Nervously, she quickly takes another bite before catching His eye again, “But...if W/we...kind of worked O/our way up to that edge...i think i would like it very much. This is one that i haven't had the opportunity to try beyond being held down a little...and He always let go when i struggled,” she shrugs. 

T/they continue talking over dinner as her nervousness slowly turns from anxiety to excitement while discussing this new fantasy of T/theirs. 

Finishing her meal, she rises slowly and reaches for His plate. He wanders to the couch, holding His drink. As He settles into His corner of the couch, she returns and lays her head softly against Him, lost in thought.

Catching her hand as it slides up and down His chest, He brings it to His lips to kiss lightly. “What are you thinking about?”

Smiling softly up at Him, she lets Him keep her hand. “Your fantasies...about this...i wonder what You think of doing.” He twines His fingers in hers as He thinks. Nerves dance in her belly as she waits with bated breath.

Taking a deep breath as He plays with her fingers, He starts slowly, “It would go something like Me ripping your top open...then just pushing your bra up to free your breasts...you would fight to cover them up, so I would trap your hands behind you so I could pinch and play with your nipples.”

Gulping suddenly at the instant emotions that picture brings screaming to her belly, she whispers, “Then?”

Smiling softly down at her, the desire and need begin to shine in His eyes as He continues to unfold His own fantasy to her. “Then I'll take and force you on the bed, as I pin you there with my body. I start to take off your pants. You try to get away and it only helps Me to remove them.”

Transfixed, she nods silently as she hears her own fantasy come from His lips. She listens intently, squirming slightly as He unfolds the scene in His mind. His hand starts stroking up and down her arm…feeling the dampness forming between her hungry thighs…her clit beginning to throb as the ache in her belly turns to a fire, building her toward a plateau of need…phrases and snips catching and grabbing at her, demanding her attention.

“…working them back and forth...fucking that pussy and rubbing your clit...then taking My cock and putting it at the opening to your pussy...and in one hard thrust...pin you to the bed as I fuck you...”

she whimpers softly as she wriggles closer to Him. Smiling down at her, He pulls her across His lap, talking quietly of all the nasty little things He would do to her.

she never thought she would feel so excited over the thought of being forced to struggle against Him. “Oh, love…yes…oh…i want this…” she whispers into His chest. “i can’t tell you what this makes me feel, love. Knowing that You won’t let go. i can struggle and fight and You won’t give up on me. i need that.”

Holding her close, He runs His hands slowly over her body, tenderly exploring. He whispers in her ear as she tries to concentrate on what He is saying; distracted by His finger running up her spine. The light, fresh scent of her hair sinks through Him sending His own need higher. 

He nibbles kisses on her throat as He continues to lay out her fantasy.

“No, I wont let go...I'll just fuck you harder,” He growls, whispering in her ear and sending chills down her spine. “As long as I can tell by how wet you are that you want to get fucked...you will.”

Moaning softly at the thought, she nods as she lays her head against Him. “i will be. God, just thinking of it...” Sighing softly she whimpers, “i want this, love. i want to feel this. i don’t know when…but i do.”

His voice grows deeper and softer in her ear as the desire to have her grows stronger and more needful. “You will...I'm sure.”

Wrapping His arms loose around her waist, He murmurs to her, “Slip your hand down there and tell me how wet that pussy is, thinking about being forced to fuck Me.”

Biting her lip, she trails an eager hand beneath her dress as He pulls it to her waist. “Mmm…very wet…ooh, Love…”

He growls softly in her ear, “You want to feel something pounding into that pussy, don't you. Forcing you to fuck Me…giving it to Me.”

A deep blush crosses her cheeks as she hesitates. “Yes, love, i do,” she whimpers as her hand strokes over her wet slit. “i want You to make my body surrender to You. If i want it or not…knowing i really do.” 

His voice turns slightly harsh as His hands grip her waist. He murmurs darkly, “Forcing your lips apart each time I shove My cock deep into you; keeping your hands pinned as I suck your nipples and grind My cock around inside you.”

her eyes grow dark as her hand strokes more firmly. her voice becomes more urgent as she says, “Uh huh…i want it. i want to feel that pounding thrust, that sucking bite. i want to be pinned by Your body, held by Your hand and feel Your command.” 

Pulling her hand away from her clit, He suckles lightly on it. Pressing it to her lips, she takes first one finger, then another as she stares into His eyes. The passion and heat building in them matches her own. 

Something dark flashes in His eyes as He grabs her face; kissing her hard and deep before standing. Suddenly He dumps her to her feet, startling her off balance as His hand turns to a fist in her hair. Kissing her harder, His free hand tightly grips her arm just above the elbow. she moans softly as He pulls her down the hall by her arm and hair.



As T/they reach the bedroom, she feels Him pull her to a halt as his foot sounds resoundingly against the door. Knocking it open, He quickly turns. Fire, passion and something else flash in His eyes as they look into her hesitant ones.

Yes, she had wanted this…but…nerves jumped into her belly as He dragged her into the bedroom. He pulls her hard against him. Kissing her hard and deep, He bites her lip until she cries out suddenly from the shock and His overwhelming control.

Pressing her backwards suddenly, He pushes her hard into the wall. A dull thud echoes through her body as He looms over her, His eyes dark and dangerous. He trails a single finger down over her throat to the buttons on her dress.

With a wicked glint to His eyes, He rips down the front of her dress. Her eyes open wide as she hears a plink, plink, plink. she watches as the buttons from her dress suddenly hit the floor. 

she struggles and moves to pull the gaping fabric back together, moving against Him in her attempt to pull the ripped pieces of her bodice back together. Trying to move her body away from His, she feels His hips press hard against her as He growls deep into her ear. As her hands grip the pieces of her top, He grabs them, wrenching and trapping them behind her where He holds them captive as she struggles harder to free herself. 

Yanking her bra up above her breasts, He pinches and plays with her nipples as she struggles against Him, making her gasp and call out with the sudden aggression. He drops down, holding her hands tight behind her back, to suck and pull at her nipples…biting and worrying them with His teeth until they are tight and hard. 

On the edge of pain, she struggles and fights to free herself by pulling hard at her arms. she cries out as He simply tightens His hold on her, pressing His knees into her legs to stop her from moving them as well. 

Prying her clenched legs apart with His knees, He wedges them open, reaching a hand down to play over her damp gash, rubbing harsh and long over her clit. she struggles against Him trying to free herself, her mind denying what is happening to her. Her body involuntarily begins to respond to His recklessly familiar stroking.

As she struggles, He yanks her away from the wall by her arms, spinning her around toward the bed. Pushing her down onto it, she is pinned beneath His weight as He begins to pull the remains of her dress from her body. Squirming against him, she tries to free herself. she manages to scoot up the bed a few inches, but the effort only rips the dress further as He twists the fabric in his hand, yanking her back to Him as the cloth shreds with a ripping sound.

she manages to struggle halfway up before He pushes her back down, pinning her to the bed once again as His hand reaches toward her panties. As she grasps the edge of the bed, she feels the bite against her skin as He rips the fabric straight from her. she writhes against Him, trying to fight her way free with all of her strength.

Holding her down, He starts to take off His jeans. Once He has them off, he pins her to the bed and forces her legs apart, feeling how wet and hot she is. Groaning as His fingers once again invade her body, He feels her intuitive response. Her opening is drenched in her heat. With a fierce snarl in her ear, He tells her He is going to fuck her hard. 

He grabs her hands, trapping them above her head as He bites and sucks at her hard nipples, twisting and pulling at them with His mouth. 

she arches and bows beneath him in her need to escape. His mouth continues to assault her breasts as He forces Himself between her struggling thighs. Sliding His hand roughly over her belly, two fingers force themselves into her. He work back and forth fucking her harshly just at the opening of her pussy, His thumb working over her clit.

her traitorous body instinctively arches into His hand before she realizes what she is doing. Wriggling as hard as she can, she frees a hand to grab at His shoulder. As she tries to pull herself from beneath His heavy frame, He traps her middle, pressing her into the mattress. 

Moving suddenly, He positions His cock at her opening. she digs her nails hard into his shoulder, dragging a stinging scratch across Him as he thrusts hard into her. Burying Himself to the root, He pummels in and out of her. Reaching her womb with each desperate stroke, she cries out, her eyes wild and panicked. 

Growling deep at the ripping sting in His shoulder, He grabs at her arm again and twists hard, pulling it above her head. Grinding hard into her, He slaps her one of her chafed wrists into the cuffs kept at the head of the bed. 

Feeling the metal cuff on her wrist, her eyes fly wide open and a deep moan of denial breaks free from her throat. she knows she won’t get away if it doesn’t happen now. Bucking hard against Him, she tries to dislodge Him from her. 

He bites hard into her neck, the passion, need and feral hunger taking over His mind as he shoves her other wrist into the cuffs. As He tries to contain her struggles with His weight, He reaches quickly to the table at the side of the bed. His hand finds the 6-inch steel blade and He pulls the heavy knife into His hand. 

Before she realizes what He is doing, He has the blade at her throat just below her chin. she screams as the blade presses against her throat. she tries to pull away, pressing her head deep into the mattress to try to escape the sharp blade sinking into the pulse of her throat. Seeing her struggle, He snarls, gripping her at the back of the thigh. With a driving force, He shoves violently deeper as he begins to pound into her again, daring her with the blade to move even an inch. With His heaving breath harsh in her ear, she freezes for a moment, her cries echoing against the walls.

Sliding the blade down over the fleshy part of her throat, He leaves a stinging welt of His own as he scratches the blade across her breast. her body trembles in fear and desperation as her struggling fantasy takes a different twist. 

Pulling His cock from her, He kisses her hard and deep, tasting blood as He bites into her lip. The blade carves its way over her belly, leaving a trail of scratching, stinging welts behind. 

Shock trembles through her body as the stinging of the welts seeps into her. her skin vibrates with sensation as the little red lines begin to cover her body. she jerks involuntarily as she fights His grip on her body. 

her head thrashes back and forth from side to side as the weight of the blade rests heavily on the inside of her thighs, stilling her thrashing legs instantly in her fear of being cut. 

Swearing viciously, a brutal hardness crosses His face. The blade slides hastily over her thigh, pressing harder. Stinging needles of pain erupt into her system. her gasping cry draws His attention to the 3-inch shallow slice welling blood on her thigh. He flings the blade from His hand with such force that it clatters across the floor to slam against the wall. her gasp of shock and the sight of blood on her thigh drive Him past the edge of control. He attacks her with renewed passion, her struggling and screaming only driving him on. He moves again between her kicking legs, savagely biting and kissing his way up her trembling torso. 

As she struggles, her kicking legs only help Him force back into her with a powerful thrust. He plunges deep into her with an inexorable pounding that reaches her womb with each stroke. 

The thrust of His hips bruising into her thighs makes her moan. He whispers harshly into her ear as she begs Him to stop. “Go ahead and beg for mercy. You won’t have it…not yet. You know you want this…” 

Shuddering hard, her body responds with a deep fire that rolls from her belly. her moaning and crying increase as she feels her body accepting what her mind is still fighting. 

The fear and alarm in her storming eyes begin to cloud with urgency as she feels threat. her body heads for that dangerous edge of pain, passing through to pure sensation. The jolt of each thrust makes her wince even as her hips begin to rise to Him franticly. 

Feeling her response, triumph flashes in His eyes and He redoubles His efforts. He grips her now bruised shoulders with His fingers, keeping her pinned underneath Him. 

her body quivers and shudders as He feels her trembling muscles begin to clench around him. He grips her hair, forcing her head back to look into His eyes which are full of fire and glowing with furious victory. “Mine,” He growls again and again as He looks into her eyes. 

“Oh yes, god, yes!” she cries as she passes from the edge to complete surrender. her body spasms hard around Him. her release sends her mind scattering as her hyperventilating breath makes her see stars, and her facial muscles twitch. The world begins to fade and gray begins to edge her mind. 

Snarling with effort, He moves His hands down her body to grip her ass, pulling her to even deeper penetration. He cuts her scream by attacking her mouth, bruising her lips as He forces between them, the stubble of His beard rasping her face. she tastes blood as she counters Him with a suddenly vicious bite as she passes into oblivion. 

He thrusts into her with a final damning stroke. His cry of relief mingles with her sobbing. He arches deep into her as He empties Himself into her soul. 

Finally spent, He collapses partially onto her now still and sobbing form. Panting heavily, He tries to regain His breath and control, feeling her shudder and hearing her sobbing whimpers. 

Hyperventilating as she feels the welts, she is wracked with echoing aftershocks as her body is overcome with the intensity of the scene. The sting of the knife welts begins to hurt as she curls her body away from Him.

He reassures her constantly, whispering of His love and her courage as his hands float softly and tenderly over her body. Slowly, He turns her body to Him and pulls her into a warm, close embrace. 

He runs soft hands down her back and sides, telling her to relax. “Just let it go…relax, sweetheart…you are fine…you did wonderfully.” 

He gently wipes the tears away from her cheeks as she slowly settles against Him. After a long while, the tense hurt in her subsides and turns to contentment as she snuggles softly against Him. her face is buried protectively into His chest, as His hand strokes over her hair. 

She feels the slow steady beat of His heart beneath her ear, His soft breath slow and deep against her hair. Kissing Him lightly just between His nipples, she softly whispers, “Thank You, my Love.”




Darkness



~jewel~



Darkness



It’s dark. I arrive at your house and pull into the driveway. On the front door there is a note that reads “Come inside, put your things down in the living room and go up to the bedroom.” 

I put my bags down on the couch, take off my coat and shoes and climb the stairs quietly. My heart is starting to pound with anticipation. I hear the music of Enigma playing upstairs. 

On the bedroom door you have put a note and your leather blindfold. The note instructs me to put the blindfold on and enter the room. I slip on the blindfold smelling the leather. A little shiver escapes me. 

I slowly enter the room, as I cannot see. “Close the door” I hear you say. Your voice comes to me over your speakers so I don’t know where you are. After closing the door I stand there and wait for further instructions. The waiting seems like eternity. I know you are teasing me by making me stand there, not saying anything. I can smell candles burning. They are scented with a slight musky smell. The hairs on my skin are at attention as are all of my senses. 

“Unbutton your blouse” you say. I am not sure if you are in the room, if your voice is recorded or if you are hiding somewhere and speaking over a microphone. I slowly unbutton my blouse, taking my time and opening it up slightly as I go down. 

“Open it up all the way for me.”  With trembling fingers I slide the fabric over my naked breasts revealing them to you. As I do, I take each of my nipples in my thumbs and index fingers and pinch them slightly. Shivers run down my spine and settle in my moist pussy.  

“Caress your tits” you say to me. I still don’t know if you are talking to me while watching me or if you have recorded this, knowing that I would have touched myself when I opened up my blouse. Your voice is firm, yet quiet, and coming out of the speakers. I place my hands on the outer side of my breasts and push them together creating the cleavage that you so love. I begin to massage them with rounded movements taking the nipples between my fingers and tweaking them. I imagine they are your hands on me. My back arches, pushing my chest out farther. 

“Do you want me to lick your nipples?” A slow soft “yes” escapes my lips as I continue to fondle my breasts. 

“Lick your fingertips and make them slippery wet then slide them over your hard nipples. That’s my tongue on you.”  

As I do that, my head falls back and I let out a moan wishing it really were you there. My breathing is becoming shorter and shallower. I inhale deeply through my nostrils and let out a slow groan. 

“Put your hands behind your back, holding your wrists and just stand there.” I do as I am told imagining what will happen next. I listen for any sounds of you in the room but the music is playing too loudly for me to hear the possible whisper of your body moving in the room. I wait and wait but nothing is spoken to me. I listen to the music and smell the candles. I can feel that my nipples are very hard and that my body is very warm.  The hairs on my neck rise as I sense a presence near me. A warmth spreads across my right ear. It feels like your breath. Naked skin touches my right shoulder ever so slightly causing me to gasp. I don’t move. 

A light touch of tongue slithers over my earlobe. My moaning becomes louder now. I wait and wait but nothing happens. I think I hear a movement over the carpet. 

“Turn and face the door” you say over the stereo. With a little difficulty I turn to what I think is the door. With the blindfold on I cannot be sure. 

“Slide your pants down your legs bending over while you do. When you get to your ankles, hold them with your hands and stay that way. Leave your panties on.” 

As slowly as possible I slip my hands into the sides of my favorite black spandex pants making sure not to catch my panties. I slide them down my legs, bending over as told to do. My hands feel good going over my freshly shaven legs. When my head gets farther down, I can smell the sweet smell of sex emanating from my now wet pussy. I reach my ankles and grab them with my hands, bent over for you to see.

“Spread your legs farther apart for me” I hear you say. I slide my right foot across the carpet opening up my legs just like you wanted me to do. I don’t know how long I can hold this position. 

Once again I sense your presence. I wait and wait for something to happen. I feel the slightest touch of your fingertips grazing the skin on the back of my legs as they slither up from my calf to my ass, stopping just at the edge of my panties. I inhale deeply. I shiver and quake, waiting.  

I hear you speak to me directly, not through the speakers. “Open your mouth and get my fingers wet” you command. From behind you reach through my legs and place them into my open mouth. I greedily take your fingers in, slathering my saliva all over them. You run them all over my face getting it all wet, put them back into my mouth for more moisture and then remove them. 

You run your slippery fingertips over my dangling breasts and pinch my nipples hard. I gasp from the surprise of it and start to pant.  You remove your hands again leaving me waiting. I’m having a difficult time maintaining my balance in this position so I place my hands on the floor. All of a sudden I feel your hand slap my ass hard. 

“I didn’t say you could do that” you say gruffly into my ear. 

“But I am having trouble staying up” I say with a whimper. One more spanking on my exposed butt and you say 

“Stand up.” I slowly straighten up and stand there waiting for my next instructions.

“Put your arms up in the air, wrists together”

I feel something being wrapped around my crossed wrists. It’s soft but not silky, somewhat firm but not hard. It feels like a strip of soft leather. You tie my arms together weaving the strip around and through my wrists.  

I feel your lips touch mine as you give me a gentle kiss. I open my mouth for more but you move away. Your lips touch my aching nipples and kiss them one at a time. I thrust my chest out to meet them but you pull away. Your fingertips lightly touch my hip and slide across the top edge of my underwear all around the back and front.  I open my legs farther involuntarily. You slide down my hip and trace the outline across my ass to my waiting pussy. Your finger slides slightly across my outer lips as it tries to maintain the rim of the fabric. 

I am moaning with desire. Fingertip comes back to the hip and traces the front slipping under the nylon as it goes down the front of my thigh. You twirl the pubic hairs, take your finger out and slide it along the crotch of my panties.  You feel the wetness of my desire and let out your own pleasurable moan. You continue to trace the outline on the other side of my panties, teasing me the same way. 

You place your hands on my hips and guide me to the edge of the bed. The pressure of you forces me to sit down. My arms are getting tired from being raised all this time. You tweak my nipples, place the palm of your hand on my chest and shove me down onto the bed.  My arms are resting near my head but you take them and pull them towards the corner of the bed.  You have rigged up some way to tie them up there. They are now held in place. The position forces my heaving chest outward. 

“Spread your legs wide open for me to see” you command. I am getting wild with excitement.  Again you make me wait and wait for you to do something.  You climb onto the bed next to me. I can’t see you but I can sense that you are naked and hard. I long to touch you, kiss you, caress you. I put my legs together so that I can turn my body towards you. You reach down and yank them open saying 

“I told you to open them up for me to see.”  I beg for you to let me touch you. “Don’t speak unless I ask you a question. You will touch me when I want you to touch me”

You kneel on my side and begin to kiss me on my face stopping to lick me once in a while. You move from my face to my ears where you lick and suck causing me to groan and squirm. Kisses continue across my neck to my other ear. Your breathing arouses me further. You begin to touch me on my outstretched arms with feathery strokes. I twist and turn a little bit, uncontrollably. Your hands and lips move all over me making their way down my body. I savor every touch. 

You pay close attention to my breasts, massaging, licking, sucking, and biting them in the way that only you can do. I try to keep still and just enjoy it all but I am writhing with the built up pressure I am feeling inside of me. You nibble your way down to my stomach then caress it the way I enjoy so well. 

You move around and arrange my body so that my ass rests on the edge of the bed. I am weak with desire now. You kneel on the floor by my legs and place a pillow under my hips, raising me higher up, closer to your mouth. Your hands spread my legs once again. I can feel your hot breath outside my wet panties tormenting my hungry cunt as you inhale my scent. Your hands grasp my ankles. You reach down and give my feet a gentle massage then work their way up my legs. You knead the flesh of my calves making me melt.  

Your fingertips tickle the backs of my knees. As you work on my thighs, your pressure gets harder and I feel your nails dig into my skin. I can feel your excitement also.  I am drunk with expectation now. Your hands slither up my thighs towards my pussy. With your hands outstretched across the tops of my legs, your thumbs reach out and make little circles over my clit through the nylon fabric. My hips start to rotate with your fingers. You remove your hands from me and just sit there. I don’t know what you are doing as I wait to feel something.  Time stands still. I can do nothing except listen to the music and let the sensations linger. 

I feel your index fingers slide inside the edge of my panties, which makes me gasp. I long for your tongue on my clit. Your fingers wander everywhere under the crotch of my undies and then are removed. I can feel your head next to my inner thighs and then your mouth on my mound. You kiss it, wet it with your saliva and then lick the length of my pussy. I am on fire. 

Your mouth is removed and you place your hands on my knees, pushing them together. I squeeze my thighs tighter. Suddenly you yank my panties down my legs with both hands and whisk them off of me. With abrupt force you shove my legs open and place your face close to me. For what seems an eternal time you just look at my pussy and smell it. I want to scream at you to eat me but you have told me not to speak. I feel helpless and full of desire.  

I want to shove your face into me. I raise my hips up to your lips. All of a sudden you slap me on my cunt lips making them sting. 

“I’ll eat you when I’m ready to eat you.”  I am delirious now. My head moves back and forth and I pant rapidly. With as much strength as I can muster I force myself to calm down. I take deep breaths and relax my body. When my breathing becomes slower and I lie still, you slowly start to lick the outer lips of my snatch.  Your tongue feels so slick and soft on me. I feel every little stroke, up and down and around the lips. I can tell it won’t be long. You have teased me so much that I am near the edge. 

The moment your oral snake touches my clit I feel my orgasm build. You concentrate on the bud, licking and licking with long licks pausing only to use your fingers to spread my labia open. I’m almost there. You open your mouth and take my clit into it, sucking gently at first and then increasing the pressure. I begin to soar. The rush of my orgasm spreads from my cunt and travels downward and upward through my body. My head feels like it’s going to burst! 

“Oh god!!! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!!!” I scream to you. 

You don’t stop. You suck and lick with renewed vigor as my hips buck against your face. A deep, low, growling moan escapes from me as I experience the final release. 

As you sense my descent, you slow down until I say “no more!” You kiss my pussy gently then slide your body up mine. You lay next to me as I pant and come down. You reach up and untie my bindings, remove the blindfold and reach your arms around me to hold me. I struggle to speak.

All I can say is “thank you, thank you.” We hold each other for a long time as I regain my strength and think of how I can please you like you did to me……..



Darkness



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Basking in the glow of the night before, she slept. Curled up in a soft ball of lovely flesh she laid, a smile winding its way up her cheek. Her bare, sweat-glistening chest rising and falling softly, the moisture of her spent body, slowly seeping its way into the ripped and tossed sheets. Fingers caress her bruised wrists in sweet memory of the night before as her dreams relive them in vivid detail...

She sat in the dark room, shivering slightly in anticipation and apprehension. Her boyfriend had told her that this would be a night to remember, but her imagination kept egging her. Something just wasn't right; she could smell her own fear. They had always been open with each other, her boyfriend and she. Any time they were going to make love, she would know in explicit tasty detail. 

It was her habit to plan everything to the last detail. It was not a habit it was merely a part of her, as deeply entrenched into her soul as her religion. He also knew this, and that was the main reason he didn't tell her his plans. He wanted her uneasy, he wanted her off balance, not knowing what to expect. She knew he wasn't going to hurt her, she trusted him with her life, but still that gleam in his eye as he closed the door, that unadulterated lust and craving, frightened her as the darkness consumed her.

The silence frightened her, the darkness frightened her; the time frightened her. Had he forgotten her or was he intentionally doing this to get this reaction? Knowing his memory she honestly couldn't tell and as the moments dragged on, she truly began to doubt herself. Finally he came in, the light of the other room barely allowing her to see him. 

He was wearing a pair of shorts and a Tee shirt, both black. It was different from what he was wearing before, she noticed this instantly. She glanced down at her own clothes, long sleeved shirt, wide-legged jeans, and brown leather shoes with black socks. Then she noticed the bag. His leather duffel bag, also black, matched his clothes. He sat down on the side of the bed, and kissed her, taking her head in one hand as he pulled her close to him. She was too mad at him to do much besides stare at him. He pulled away and opened the bag.

Out of the bag he pulled a black silk scarf. He took it in both hands and looked up at her and smiled. "Do you trust me?" Again he was the same man she had fallen in love with 6 months ago. She dispelled all of her fears and smiled at him.

"Of course I do." With she felt the scarf being rolled-up and slipped over her eyes, Following this, was a night mask, one of those little eye covers that people use to sleep. Now what light she had was stolen from her as the silk and mask effectively blinded her. He whispered as he licked the side of her ear.

"Lay down in the middle of the bed." Again she does his bidding, relying on her trust of him. She felt fur rub along her bare inner arm, then both of them. The rattle of metal... A chain? "Wha..." was all she got out before the handcuffs clicked around both of her wrists. She instantly tugged at them and they were bound to something at the head board. 

She was now trapped. She heard a soft chuckle and a pair of hands caressing her arms. She felt him move down the bed and she felt his hands touch her legs, again the soft caress and she felt him removing her shoes and socks. "Hey this isn't funny." The fear returning. If he was just gonna fuck her why was he tying her up before taking off her clothes. She started doubting him again.

"What are you doing?"

Then a coarse rope looped its way around her leg and pulled tight to the side of the bed. She began struggling now, but the bindings held tight and soon the other leg was trapped, she lay spread eagle on the bed, helpless.

"You're scaring me... Please... Stop..."

She felt him stop moving. She didn't like that.

"Damn it... I'm not kidding I'm scared..."

Then she felt his lips on hers. He still hadn't said a word beyond the ones that ran again and again in her head. "Do you trust me?" She wasn't sure anymore, but it was too late she was trapped. She could scream but he could always gag her, so she remained silent. He lumbered over and off the bed, and returned quickly. She felt cold metal and the sharp edge of the knife on her wrists. Her thoughts raced, "Oh God he's gonna kill me!"

She began squirming and she heard him hiss... "You keep moving and you will be cut."

She felt the knife dig in and begin cutting her shirt. She relaxed instantly, once again her fear abated but far from stilled. She lay confused again.

He worked quietly, cutting a slit down her arm and moved to take the other. He then rubbed the knife down her throat, dull side along her quivering flesh before cutting a tight line down her chest, popping her bra with the edge as he worked, carving her clothes up like a side of beef, but leaving her panties, even though she was now laying on the tattered remains of her prized clothes.

Then she was alone again, she couldn't even hear his breathing, the sun had set so the room was completely, deathly dark. Her fingers were beginning to tingle from being bound and she was afraid to feel her legs. The air blew on her small body, chilling her to the bone. She heard a chuckle and gasped as she felt something cold and wet strike her in the center of the chest and spread from there. 

Up and down her chest, from navel to neck, this piercing coldness seeped it's way into her body. Then she felt his body on the bed and he sat straddling her hips. He was naked, she could feel his thighs on hers and he bent at the waist and rubbed her stomach. The cold liquid was oil....

His fingers stroked easily over her slickened skin. In soft circles he rubbed the sweet liquid into her body. As his fingers moved along her skin she smelled the fragrance being released, vanilla. The oil warmed and then began to tingle as he continued his massage, letting the oil warm her body slowly working herself into a frenzy. She smiled once and only now began to relax as both hands kneading her breasts pulled sloppily at her nipples then one hand pulled from her body for a moment.... Then a strikingly cold object touched her hardened nipple. 

She screamed out as the ice rubbed across her oily skin from nipple to nipple. And then he rubbed a little further down her leg, only straddling one of them as she felt his breath on her crotch. She rocked her hips away from him not wanting the cold on her, only she couldn't run far enough. The tip of the ice found her hamstring and she screamed again as he worked it up and down her legs, the warm tingling oil and the painfully cold ice giving her mixed messages as the goose-bumps moved in force over her body. 

In all of the pain and pleasure she didn't even notice the knife again, didn't feel it sliding along her crotch, she thought it was the ice, it was cold enough... She didn't even realize her panties had been cut right over her slit till the ice disappeared from her leg and she was left quivering and moaning. Only then did she notice the warm slavering tongue flicking her clit.

Her whole body lurched as the third sensation tore it's way through her body. The fear, the oil, the knife, the ice, they all had taken part on making every nerve in her body a living conduit, transferring every sensation from her body to her adrenaline saturated mind. And now all of the hard labor bore fruit as the mere touch of his lips to her cunt sent her into instant oblivion. Never has she orgasmed so quickly from a gentle touch as his tongue to her clit. 

A third scream echoed into the night as her legs quivered and thrust her hips up into his face with wild abandon, followed by a forth and a fifth and a sixth, till it turned into one long ragged howl. His oily fingers dug into her ass and lapped with feverish intensity as he ran the tip up and down the length of her sex, the lips puffing and spreading for him willingly, her fear was gone, memory of her fear was gone, memory of this night was gone, she even forgot his name as the waves passed over her again and again. 

First one oily finger, then a second found its way inside her rapidly wetting sex, thrusting in and out of her body. She groaned and gasped fighting with her bonds again, only she wasn't trying to get away anymore.... Then she realized that the oil was still on his fingers as the very folds of her sex warmed and began to tingle...

Eventually her mind blanked out to simply a white film of lightning that glazed over her eyes, every synapse firing in her skull like the largest drug overdose she could think of, she knew she would be addicted to her lover after this, not wanting to be away from him, not wanting his fingers to ever stop, not wanting his lips to ever leave her body. 

She knew she'd die without him. She just wanted more. She even moaned deeply and tried to follow him as he pulled his fingers and lips from her crotch. Those lovely hips arching up to the air, seeking their lover as she writhed, pulling and ripping at the sheets where she could reach them with her toes and fingers, not satisfied... wanting more... wanting him... Finally she felt her body against his, and something clicked in her mind, some vague memory of a past life it seemed. She knew that he was going to fuck her now...

His lips touched hers once more, fragrant and wet with oil, juices, and sweat. Both of their bodies were covered and moist. She could feel every fiber of the cloth sticking to her body under her, every coarse-knit knot in the bindings of her legs and every hair of the fur on his chest and groin, and the covering of her handcuffs. Long bred instincts guided her now since her conscious mind had since gone bye-bye. Her breath came in labored gasps, her tongue searched for his with urgent need, her hips ground against him, searching for something, anything to be inserted into her, knowing that such a desired item must be somewhere near her thighs. 

She felt the wanted thing slowly rise as if it needed stimulation to touch her and she rocked. Only when she rocked with him did he grind his cock deep into her cunt, the thickness of the member tearing white holes in the overly sensitive nerves around and inside her sex. She felt every curve of his cock, from the ridged crown to the thick vein on the bottom, she gripped it within her body never wanting to let go, savoring the feel of it inside her before it inevitably slipped free of her. Then it bore into her again. She didn't even know she was cumming. She never felt one orgasm end before the next began, she didn't know that her voice was becoming hoarse with the screaming, she didn't even know if she was saying words. She didn't even know what words were. 

It seemed to go on forever the ocean of pleasure never ending, never stopping. One wave ending, with the upstroke of his hips, and the next crashing with his hips into hers. She tugged and pulled at the restraints wanting to touch, wanting to grip, scratch, caress, hold, to possess this beast atop of her. And then it was over... She felt him lurch, she heard his growl, and stop.... Nothing moved except his cock twitching like a live wire inside her and her quivering muscles, clenching, shuddering, milking, squeezing. 

His breath cooling her sweat covered ear and neck, the intensity of his heaving only sending her even further from reality as her body only now feels as if the pleasure could end, satisfied that it did it's job and can now enjoy the sensations, the need sated and glowing as he tries not to lay on her, still connected at the hips.

She hears a click and her arms fall free. She weakly takes off the scarf and mask and leans up and kisses him once. "Thank you..." Her body then gives out and the blackness seeps its way into her mind as well as her eyes as they close.

Basking in the glow of the night before, she sleeps. Curled up in a soft ball of lovely flesh she laid, a smile winding its way up her cheek. Her bare, sweat-glistening chest rising and falling softly, the moisture of her spent body, slowly seeping its way into the ripped and tossed sheets. Her hand caresses her bruised wrists in sweet memory of the night before as her dreams relive them in vivid detail... Awaiting the next....



Darkness



It's 6:40. I lay back with Your voice in my head. I can smell Your scent and taste You on my tongue. My jeans lay in the floor beside the couch, my bottom bare. My pussy is smooth, as You requested, and I love it. I love the feel of the rough material of my jeans or the cool silk of my slip moving against my bare mound. I haven't been able to keep my fingers off of it. Every opportunity that arises, my fingers have caressed the baby soft skin.

My left leg is bent, forming a triangle with my other leg. I raise my right knee, spreading my pink lips. I reach for my lotion and dab a little on my index finger. I slip my index finger between my swollen lips, surprised to find myself wet enough that the lotion was not really needed. How is it that just a word from You has that effect on me?

I use my middle finger to spread myself and begin rubbing up and down with my index finger. My clit is already extended a little, and a moan escapes my throat at the first touch. I bite it back, for some reason thinking that silence is required. If You are not here to hear it, then it is unnecessary for me to give my pleasure voice.

As always, my thoughts jump from image to image, not lingering on any one scenario too long. You are always there. Today, the theme that predominates my fantasy is darkness. One minute I am blindfolded and the next the room is so black that I cannot even make out shadows. Bondage is there. I am tied spread eagle to the bed in one flash, Your tongue and fingers moving over me in a teasing torture. In the next flash, I am on my knees, my hands bound behind my back. I can feel the leather of the collar biting into the skin around my neck, though it does not restrict my breathing.

I am aware of the leash. Your leash attached to my collar. It is secured. My mind in those flashes has the leash secured in different places. In one, it is hooked to the wall behind me, stretched taught. In another, it is fastened on Your chair beside me. In both, I have no freedom of movement. The leash keeps me in the place You want me. In a third flash, it is secured to the ceiling above me, forcing me to sit up straight and giving me absolutely no movement.

It is that scenario that takes hold for a few moments. Then You are behind me, sliding Your hands down my naked body. My hands are secured behind me. Your legs straddle mine as Your hands caress my naked mound. My clit has grown hard as my fingers have moved in a steady motion over and over it. My breath is short, but I remain silent and still, the only motion the up and down of my index finger in my wet channel.

Is She here, too? I try to shut the thought down, but in the darkness, I drift. Would You ever offer me to Her? I can imagine Her watching as You please me. 

The motion picture in my head rolls on and I don't allow the thought to fester. I am stroking harder and faster now. I'm bent over a rail, my ass exposed. I can feel Your hand slap against it. I hear the whip of a belt. Something slides along my pussy, between my soaked lips.

I think about my video camera, and how much I want to really share this experience with You.

My mind shudders, I release a second moan, and my legs snap into a straight position, crossed at the ankles. My hand is a captive between my legs. My finger now still, my pussy breathes, moving in a rolling motion against my finger. My clit rolls up and down as my pussy spasms. 

My body calms itself and I pull my finger free. I roll to my side, thinking about the possibility of stroking again, but I know I only had permission to go once. As I recover I look at my watch. It is 7:00 PM. It's the fastest I have finished since we have been together, but it was still a soft, gentle, satisfying orgasm. Thank You for giving it to me.

I close my eyes and seek the darkness.



Darkness



Cheryl walked into the office Christmas party wearing her standard little black dress, a black dress that covered her black heart.

Not that anyone else would have known that aspect of her, as far as everyone else was concerned she was a pretty ordinary person, good looking yes, her slim frame, dark hair and green eyes always turned heads but she was considered an average person who dressed in a conformist manner, little did they know.

In her late teens Cheryl had been a rebel, barely recognisable from the woman today, her hair had been cut short and dyed jet black, heavy make-up and outrageous clothes, that’s how she looked as she had started at university until one tutor had taken her under his wing, his heart as black as hers. He taught her that to succeed she needed to outwardly conform, hide the darkness underneath a cloak of orthodoxy. He guided her, he watched in hiding as the first cock entered her virgin body, just as she watched as he satisfied his lust with both girls and boys. Never once did they have sex together, he wouldn’t allow it, she was his apprentice and he was the master who taught techniques in seduction and dominance.

One night in her final year he disappeared from the University, sexual transgressions the rumours said – if only they knew the half of it. Nobody had ever really connected the two of them together so she was not tainted by his demise and to all appearances she went in to university a rebel and came out a lady.

Now a few short years later Cheryl was at the party. Normally she wouldn’t mix sex with work but times had been lean lately and she was desperate for the feel of an orgasm raking her body. As she made her way to the bar one of her colleagues greeted her, telling her how good she looked. She smiled back sweetly but her mind rejected him as insipid. At the bar she bought herself a vodka and orange, which she sipped slowly, she would not be getting to drunk tonight, although she might allow people to think she was. For some pathetic reason, she thought, if people think you’re drunk you can get away with the most outrageous things while they just look on and smile patronisingly.

She surveyed the room and decided that she would bide her time, not everyone was here yet and those that were had not consumed enough alcohol, she went a sat with some of her female workmates and joined in their inane chatter, although even then the lust got to her. Jenny, the girl who worked closest to her was looking really good, her low cut red dress accentuated her full bosom and her blonde curled hair draped teasingly around her neck. Cheryl kept herself in check, seducing a work colleague was risky but seducing a female one…..

The entrance of Lee and Nick, the two office studs, who competed with each to see how many women they could have, broke her reverie. She despised their pathetic ways, they knew nothing of seduction. A cruel notion entered her head, tonight they would learn. Cheryl knew it would be easy, she knew both of them wanted her as another notch on their bedposts, well if things went to plan they would be two notches on hers.

As they approached the bar she announced she was going to the toilet and pushed her chair back in their path. They were forced to stop suddenly, she gave them her sweetest gaze, and in her most innocent (and slightly tipsy) voice she apologised. She kept eye contact with them both and then she saw it, each one thought he had a chance with her, they were hooked. Simultaneously they offered to buy her a drink, she said yes to both but only one at a time though, they fell over each other trying to be the first. 

From then on she played up to both of them, showing interest in both of them, letting them compete for the chance to bed her, while they were competing neither was interested in looking at another woman, just the way she wanted it. As they danced and drank the night away she insisted on making things fair and buying drinks every so often, this wasn’t out of any real generosity – it simply gave her the chance to buy herself an orange juice, without the vodka in it and a chance to make sure both men had a little extra alcohol in each of their drinks. She flirted as she had a slow dance with Lee holding him tight, then she did the same with Nick, each time she could feel a hardening bulge pressing against her.

As the night drew to a close she knew she had to make a definite move, this was the difficult bit, she didn’t want to leave the party with the reputation of a slut – even a drunken one. She declared to the two men that she needed more to drink but the bar was closed, both Lee and Nick offered to take her back to their place were they had something but she countered that idea,

“But that means one of you will be going home and I’m so enjoying being with both of you, follow me I know somewhere that’s open.”

Like to puppies they followed her out of the building and in to a cab, she gave the driver an address, which neither of the men recognised. They looked even more puzzled when they arrived at a house converted in to flats. It’s my place she explained, with that news both perked up. Once inside she gave them another drink, although this one was special, black vodka to make them more pliable with a viagra tablet ground to powder and added to the drink, after all she wanted them for their cocks, nothing else.

Then she walked over to her CD player, pressed play and the sound of soft rock ballads filled the room, she moved over to stand between the two men and began gyrating in time to the music, letting her body brush alternately against them. Then she kissed each of them teasingly on the lips, a quick brush, she did not linger despite both Lee and Nick leaning forward in to her in an attempt to prolong it. She stepped away slightly then, still gyrating, she slowly removed her little black dress so she stood there in her black lacy thong with matching bra and a suspender belt, which held up her sheer stockings,

“Do you want to see more,” she teased and they both nodded eagerly, “well you can but not until I see you two first”. She may have been acting like a drunken tart but behind the façade her mind was sharp as she watched them strip, looking for the tell tale signs she was after. Lee was the taller of the two, his frame skinnier but well toned, she licked her lips with anticipation when he removed his trousers and she saw the strong hard package beneath his boxer shorts and when he removed them it revealed a long straight cock, she wanted it inside her. Nick, by contrast, was stockier but it was all muscle, he obviously worked out, his cock was shorted than Lee’s but no less impressive because of it’s width. Then she saw it, the little sign that confirmed what she had suspected, it was time to put her plans in to play.

She walked back over to them and kissed them both, this time harder. She kissed Nick first, letting him reach his tongue in to her mouth as she gently caressed his hard thick manhood, then Lee his body pressed hard against her. She broke away and grabbed a each by the hand,

“Lets finish this in the bedroom”. She led them in and made both sit on the bed while she erotically removed her stockings, once she did that she pounced.

She jumped on to Lee pushing him back on the bed, she told him to take her bra off, which he did and she leaned further forward letting her nipples press against his hot flesh. She whispered in to his ears, 

“I like playing games, do you?” he nodded eagerly. She took on of his arms and with her stocking she tied it to one side of her headboard, he didn’t resist, so she then tied the other. She climbed off him and moved her head down toward his fervently twitching cock and she began licking its length slowly, as she tantalized it she felt Nick removing her suspender belt, then a tugging at her knickers, she moved slightly so that her could remove them completely. As she moved her mouth over Lee’s swollen end and slid her lips slowly downwards Nick placed his hand on her mound, his fingers gently probing to find her clitoris. Lee was moaning in delight, she didn’t want him to come yet so she broke away, pulled Nick toward her and kissed him passionately, keeping Nick there she went back to Lee’s cock, she kept alternating, Lee’s cock, Nick’s mouth, until she judged that the time was right.

This time as she broke away from Nick she didn’t go to Lee’s hard member, instead she thrust Nick’s mouth there, in his drunken state he didn’t think, he just started working Lee’s cock hard. Cheryl smiled, she was right, Nick had a bisexual side to him, when they were stripping she had seen Nick’s admiring glances toward his friend. Lee was totally oblivious to who was giving him a blowjob, he was laying there, eyes closed in ecstasy. Time to change that, she thought. She moved up the bed, kissed his ear before speaking softly,

“hello lover.”

Eventually Lee’s drunken consciousness realised that if she was speaking someone else must be sucking on his excited member. He looked up, Cheryl watched as his expression went from shock, to horror, to disgust, to helplessness as he tried to free his hands. The whole experience sent a hot sensual shiver through her body. Sensing that he would go limp if it carried on much longer, she grabbed Nick by the hair, yanking him away as she threw her leg over Lee, mounted him and fucked him hard, despite his disgust he couldn’t help himself and he rocked his hips thrusting as deep as he could inside her. She felt an orgasm welling up inside her but she held on to it as long as she could but lust won out and it exploded through her body like a bolt of lighting. Lee couldn’t hold on either as his cock shot its load deep inside her wet cunt. As Lee slumped exhausted she rose from him grabbed Nick and pushed him backward, she threw one leg over his face so her stared straight in to her wet cum soaked pussy. He needed no prompting as his mouth reached eagerly for her, Lee looked up then turned away in helpless disgust rather than watch his friend feverishly eat his sperm from her. She smiled when she saw it, his humiliation excited her.

She looked down at Nick’s thick cock and greed took control of her as she moved her lips downwards and engulfed it in her mouth, the feel of his hot meat in her mouth and his tongue working expertly inside her was too much and another orgasm rocked her body. As her mouth tighten around Nick she felt his body quiver in anticipation, then his hot, sticky load hit the back of her mouth, she drank enthusiastically making sure she milked every last drop from him as she climaxed one more time. 

Nick pulled his tongue away from her, his lust spent. She looked at the two men laying there and decided she had had enough of them, she told Nick to untie Lee and they could both leave. She went to the bathroom, not out of any need, just to be away from them and it wasn’t long before they shouted goodbye and the door shut. She went back into her bedroom, lay back on her bed and smiled, she reached her hand downward and bought herself to the biggest orgasm yet – Monday morning would be interesting.

On Monday she was sitting at her desk when they walked in, but not together. Lee was first and when Nick walked in Lee gave him a look of disgust and Nick responded by looking away in embarrassment, the whole thing sent a shiver of excitement through her. She knew one thing for certain, neither would be boasting how they bedded, in fact she already knew that both had denied even going back to her place. She looked at them again, Lee obviously had has his macho pride severely dented and would never bother her again, Nick on the other hand, well he might have a little bit of potential and become a willing accomplice in some of her future ventures!



Darkness



I just wanted a quiet life; I never wanted to cause any trouble.

Of course there are those who will say I was born to cause trouble. My mama is one of them. She told me often enough about the night I was born. It was a dark night, no moon, no stars to be seen and she went into labor. Papa got her tucked into his old Buick and took off down the road like his feet was on fire. I don't know why Papa was in such a hurry, I wasn't the first of his babies. I was the last though. And I was his only daughter.

Mama said the road was so dark, she could barely see to the end of the taillights. She was panting with the contractions and Papa had his fingers gripped so tightly around the wheel she said his knuckles nearly glowed from the lights of the dashboard. Mama braced herself to keep from sliding back and forth along the vinyl seats, so slippery. Her feet were planting firmly on the floorboard, about a foot apart, to keep her from sliding to the floor.

Papa kept shouting at her, "Just breathe, woman!" as he barreled down the road towards the welcoming light of the hospital. It was like a beacon, Mama said, and the Buick headed right towards it.

Papa pulled right up to the emergency room doors and Mama slipped out into a waiting wheelchair. Mama got rolled right up to the room where I was born. I was impatient and didn't take too long, Mama said. It seemed like it was over quickly. 

The next day when she had gathered her wits and rested, they brought me to her and she said right off I was marked. God only knows how or why, but I was. See my mama and daddy were both fair and so were my older brothers. But I was born with a full set of dark hair and a swarthy complexion so unlike anyone else in my family that my mama thought at once there had been some sort of mix-up.

The hospital assured her that I was hers, no doubt about it, and the doctor gave her a short lesson on the mystery of genetics. Mama named me Rhonda but Papa called me Runt. Overtime, people used to ask me if that bothered me, that Papa called me Runt. Truth be told, it never did. I was his youngest baby and his only girl baby. I considered it somewhat sweet of him.

Mama and Papa took me home and my brothers hovered over me like I was a stray puppy or something. Papa went back to work and Mama stayed home with me, dressing me up in fine little gowns she sewed up herself. As I grew, she taught me all the normal games babies play; patty cake, peek a boo, hide and go seek. She always was a great mama.

Time passed and I grew up. My hair grew lighter and, in the summer with their tans, I didn't look that much different from my siblings. We all had the same nose and wide set eyes; it was obvious we were all related. I grew and I went off to school with them, following behind my brothers, the Runt as always. I was a smart one, though, and I did do better in school than my brothers. They were far more interested in fishing and throwing sticks after school than in learning anything useful. Truth is they knew where they would end up. They were going to end up working at the garage that Papa owned with his brother, Uncle Bill. Bill never got married and never had any kids. He used to come over every Sunday for supper and Mama would lay it all out, a fine feast. And afterwards, Papa and Uncle Bill would go out on the porch and smoke their weekly cigars.

That's how my childhood was, revolving around quiet stillness. I would come home from school and sit at the kitchen table, doing my schoolwork, while Mama cooked dinner or tended to her mending, sitting there beside me. The boys would be out somewhere, digging up worms or doing their chores or just making a nuisance. They were rarely under foot until supper was on the table.

As we got older, the boys would go down to the station on Saturday mornings to help Papa and Uncle Bill. Sometimes I would tag along and Papa would let me run the register. If they were all busy, I would even pump the gas from time to time. I can still remember how it made my hands smell and how it would take days for the smell to go away. At Sunday mass, I would dip my fingers extra long in the holy water. I always figured God would remove that odor. Sometimes I noticed it wasn't as strong after. 

I grew up. That happens. You can't stop time for no one and nothing. But I never meant to hurt anybody. I just wanted a quiet life; I never wanted to cause any trouble. 



Darkness



Darkness. She liked the soft velvet of the night with its glittering sprinkle of diamond stars. She felt safe in the dark. No one noticed her. She felt...comfortable...in the shadows. She would watch the people walk by, hurrying to some brightly lit place, rushing to find others to share their unease of the dark.

She shifted a bit, causing her chains to rattle softly. She did not mind the chains anymore. She knew she was not going anywhere. Even if she had not been chained. A cool breeze wafted against her skin, making her nipples harden. Her chains clinked again as she quivered. Would it be tonight? Would he come to her? 

She sighed. She had been fastened to the wooden cross for days. Servants came and bathed her naked body, took care of her bodily functions, fed her, massaged her arms and legs. She had given up struggling after a few hours. Her embarrassment left her after a few days. Now she simply waited, her nipples hard, her body quivering. Waiting for him to decide when he would take her. If he would take her. 

She remembered his glowing green eyes. Dark emeralds with fire in their depths. Black hair, long, wavy, flowing around his broad shoulders like liquid night. She had watched the braver women approach him, try to entice him. He would look down at them from his great height and simply smile a cool, knowing smile. She had not gone near him. He was too...beautiful. She had sighed and wished for a better figure, a prettier face, lost youth.

His deep, soft voice at her elbow had startled her. She remembered responding to his question, although she could not remember her answer or his question. She was mesmerized by his eyes. He touched her lips with his thumb and she trembled, knowing deep inside that she would give him anything in that moment. Then her memory blurred.

When she could again be sure of her surroundings, she was chained, spread wide, naked. Her arms and legs were fastened to a huge, wooden X with a cross brace to rest her head. He was standing before her, still clothed. He touched her lips again. "You will prepare for me," he said quietly. "Then I will decide." Then he left her. She had struggled, screaming, cursing, fighting the chains until she had exhausted herself.

The servants never spoke to her. She discovered, then, that one could not, quite, die of embarrassment. The servants were all male. Then that, too passed. She now remained as he had left her. Bound to his wooden altar, naked, waiting. Yet now she accepted where she was. She sighed. When she slept, her dreams were of glowing green eyes and night black hair. 

His touch did not startle her. She had been waiting for it for days. He caressed her nakedness, heating her skin. She could not stop the soft moan that escaped her throat when he touched her breasts.

"Yeeessss," he whispered. He now stood before her, as naked as she was, his penis rigid and throbbing. He held her face in his hands, his thumbs caressing the corners of her mouth. Her lips parted slightly, her eyes locked on his face. And as his head bent to hers and his lips touched hers, he lunged. His mouth crushed hers, devouring her scream as he impaled her completely on his massive penis.

Her fists clenched and her body arched as he plunged deep into her, forcing her to accept his entire monstrous length in a single, savage thrust. Her hips rocked as he stretched her beyond anything she thought possible. Her body writhed as the pain of his penetration ignited her orgasm. Sudden and intense.

He thrust again. She was arching up to him even as she continued to convulse. Hissing in pleasure against her lips, he rammed deep into her, his body moving in the ancient rhythm, pounding into her. Her orgasm peaked, then peaked again, spiraling higher until she could only writhe and convulse with wave after wave of glorious spasms caressing the immense, steely shaft diving deep into her again and again. His climax burst, flooding her throbbing body with his fiery ejaculate.

He paused, still massively hard in her. She slowly came down from her orgasmic high, trembling and quivering. His eyes were watchful, focused on her. She slowly smiled at him and moved her hips against him. Emerald fire blazed in his eyes as he again claimed her lips and began long, slow thrusts deep into her. 

She did not notice or care when night faded into day and he took his pleasure of her again and again and again...



Darkness



Aspen stood over the corpse as she licked her fingers, still tasting the sweet crimson as it glistened in the pale moonlight, appearing a deeper shade of red against her pale white flesh. 

"Did you enjoy my gift?" 

Aspen turned immediately, the stranger's voice still ringing through her mind, making her heart race with anticipation. In the dark, she could only see the outline of black on black. The man that stood before her seemed less human than she did. 

His lips parted, as once again he asked. "Did you enjoy my gift?" 

She cleared her throat, her mind now reverting back to normal as the animal inside her returned to her dark side. She stared down at the lifeless body at her feet, slowly coming to terms with what she had done. She tried not to let the stranger before her see the fear in her eyes. "Who... who are you?" 

He simply smiled and walked towards her, his feet barely touching the ground, as he seemed to glide across the cool grass. "You know who I am..." He whispered as he approached her. "And you know why I am here.... the hunger that burns inside you, burns inside me as well... do not fear it..." 

She leaned closer to him, mesmerized by his un-natural beauty, her head feeling light with the growing dizziness that surrounded her as he stood before her. She stepped closer, her body aching with anxiousness as she reached for him, longing for his touch. In the light of the setting moon, she could see the outline of his face. 

His lips parted again, revealing his long, sleek fangs, as he curled his tongue over them, leaning closer and inhaling her scent. He pulled her closer abruptly, his hands moving over the small of her back; lower still as he nuzzled her neck softly. "Wake up, Aspen..."

She looked up at him a little confused. Why was he telling her to wake up?

"I said, wake up!!"

Aspen opened her eyes and blinked a few times at the blinding sunlight that shone in her face. "...What...?" She slowly sat up and looked around her room puzzled, her eyes slowly moving towards the moving figure. 

"I told you to get up!" Her mom sighed in irritation of the laziness of her teenage daughter. "Honestly, sometimes I wonder about you.... you were never this lazy as a child..." She shook her head and sighed again. "If your father was still alive..."

"Yeah well he's not, so deal with it!" Aspen cut her mother off, her tone as cold as the winter wonderland outside her window. Her tongue had always been sharp towards her mother. She had always hated her with a burning passion. It was her mother's fault that her father had taken his life at the end of a double barrel shot gun, and after that day, her hatred for her amplified. She wished nothing more then her mother to die a slow horrible death, one where not even her grandmother could recognize her rotting corpse. She had thought of her death many a time before, each one more gruesome then the last. Aspen's mind began to wander into the world of torture that she had created just for her mother, as a smile crept upon her full, soft lips.

Her mother glared at her hatefully as the back of her hand hit her daughter's face. "Don't talk to me that way! And get out of bed before I drag you out! That blasted cat of yours messed on my bed again." She opened the last heavy drapes in her room. "And clean this mess up! You are not an animal!!" She exclaimed and then jumped at the hissing sound coming from being her.

Aspen rubbed her swollen cheek as she looked towards the door. Her cat hissed again and swatted at her mother as she quickly moved past the doorway. Aspen chuckled as her cat nailed the wretched bitch with its claws before trotting over to her bed. "Are you causing trouble again, Sir Damien?" She smiled and picked up the ratty old cat, his one blue eye looking into hers as the white one stared off into space. He must've been most vile cat that anyone had ever seen, though Aspen didn't care. He had saved her from the neighbor's bulldog, and she wasn't able to leave his side after that. 

She remembered that day well. She had been taking care of her mother's garden that day, while her neighbor trained Max, and was paying no attention to what was happening. The neighbor swears to this day that Max had got rowdy on his own after being trained to fight and went for the first warm blooded creature that he saw, which, unluckily for Aspen, it had been her that day. Driven by the beat of the music playing blaring through her headphones, she did not see or hear the savage beast until it was upon her, trying to sink its fangs into her pale skin. She grasped at its neck, trying to keep it from tearing into her flesh as her mother stood emotionless staring at them. Another reason she hated her so. Out of nowhere, a very homely and savage cat had come to her rescue, sinking its claws and fangs into the bulldog's thick skin until it whimpered and backed down. Aspen scrambled to her feet and watched the relatively large, feral cat take on the muscular pup. He hissed, his fur standing tall as he stood between her and the dog. She had never seen such an act... she was in complete aw as the cat lunged at the dog, to quick for it to move away as the cat ripped at its coat again, tearing at its flesh until the dog's master came and got it. Her neighbor had gone to hit the cat, but Aspen got in the way just as her father came home to witness the act. Aspen paid no attention to the argument that her father and her neighbor were having, she merely picked up her savior and brought him into the house, cleaning the blood from his thick fur coat as he purred in enjoyment that his new master brought him. She also remembered the look on her mother's face as she walked by with him, protesting to no end that he had to leave. The moment that her father walked in the house and heard the protesting, he pulled her mother aside and said something that Aspen couldn't make out, not that she had been paying attention. Her father walked into her bedroom where she sat, cleaning her new pet. He smiled and sat down on the bed, watching her. He had told her that day that her mother didn't want her to keep the cat, which she thought it was too dangerous for her to keep him, though he didn't agree with her mother since the cat had risked his life to save her. From that day on, her mother resented her father. She had always been able to wrap him around her finger and now that Aspen was blooming into a young woman, she now had the power to wrap him around her finger, though she would never do that to him.

"ASPEN! I SAID NOW!!" Her mother yelled from the hallway, the tone in her voice showed that meant business. 

Aspen sighed as she slowly got up. "I'll be back, Sir Damien... just wait here and I'll bring you back some tuna." She smiled and head butted him before throwing on her silk robe that her dad had brought her back from Japan before heading out the door. She paused when she heard voices coming from down the hall way.

"Honestly, Tom. I don't know what to do with her anymore... She never listens, it's as if she wants me dead..."Her mother sighed heavily, not noticing that Aspen was listening in on her conversation. 

"I know, Beverly. But don't worry, things will get better... she's still dealing with Alex's death right now. She was the one who found him after all." The tall, stocky man stood beside her, resting his arm casually around her waist.

Whore!! Aspen's mind screamed as the anger filled her whole body, radiating in deep red hew for those who could see her aura. She was furious. How could she move on this soon?!? How could she even look at another man at this point? It has only been less then a month and the whore has already moved ... Aspen's attention revert to the conversation that Tom and her mother were having, no longer able to hear them. They must have moved to the living room she noted as she tried not to make noise walking down the hall way.

"Aspen? Have you cleaned up that mess yet??" Her mother heard her walking down the hallway, obviously spying on her and her lover. "Aspen, goddamn it I can hear you walking around! ANSWER ME!!" Her voice was stern and loud; loud enough for the neighbors to hear through the paper thin walls if they had been listening close enough.

Aspen stopped quickly. Damn, she heard me. "Yes, mother, I'm heading towards your room, that's why you hear me in the hallway!" Her voice was hard and cold. She didn't care if her mother had her new boy toy over or not, this was the way she talked to her. Her mother didn't deserve the respect that her friends did. 

With her harsh words, her mother had headed up the stairs. "How dare you speak to me in such a tone, young lady? One more time, one more word out of that mouth of yours that I don't like, and that hell child you call a cat will be put down!!" Her eyes were just as cold and emotionless as they were the dog had attacked her daughter.

"Fine, fine..." Aspen sighed. Anything to keep Sir Damien, she thought to herself as she headed into her mother's love nest. The smell of sex filled the air that surrounded her, making her nauseous. She had heard them, many a time in the early wake of the morning. Him grunting loudly and her moaning like the whore she was, the thought alone making her sick and queasy. And now, as Aspen stood in front of the room she could see the residue of cum sticking to the messy sheets, obviously left there from the night before. She quickly averted her eyes as they came upon the used condom wrapper that was hidden carelessly beneath one of the tossed pillows. I can't believe I have to clean up after her. She made a face and quickly looked around for Sir Damien's mess. 

"Are you blind or just stupid??" Her mother stood in the doorway as she glared at her lingering daughter. "The mess is near the pillow. CLEAN IT UP!" She tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for Aspen to hurry up and leave already. She was in the mood again and she was not about to be denied her session with Tom.

Aspen quickly took the piece of paper toweling and clean up the mess before throwing the used cloth into the garbage can. "There, I'm done now." She quickly headed for the door. 'Can you move please? I'd like to get by" She tried moving passed Tom, who now stood in the doorway. He made it impossible for her to move passed him without brushing against him.

Tom grinned slyly as he looked over Aspen's 5'9" frame. Built like a woman with all the right curves, pity she didn't put out like her mother did. He pressed against her, feeling her perky large breasts graze against his bare chest. He shivered slightly and stopped her from moving, holding her against his body. "You know, we could always have some fun after I finish with your mom." He smiled

His smile sickened her. She wanted to hit him, to push him away but she couldn't move. Held against her will, it seemed like eons had passed before she actually let her pass after she had not given him an answer. She would never do what he asked, the thought alone disgusted her. The moment that he had moved, she made her escape, hurrying back to her room before locking the door. Sir Damien looked up lazily from the bed, letting out a small yawn before going back to sleep. She shivered and tried to calm down. Had Tom actually made a pass at her? Was he actually serious? She shivered again and tried to get the thoughts out of her head as she sat down on her bed, looking around the room. What a mess, she thought to herself as she noticed the pile of laundry building up in the corner of her room. I suppose I should actually do something about all that. She sighed and got up again, slowly throwing the clothes into the hamper as she attempted to clean up her bedroom. In the distance, she could hear muffled moans coming from outside her room. The whore is at it again, she thought to herself as she turned on her stereo, trying to drown them out. Sir Damien meowed and scratched at the window, wanting to leave as well. "Good idea...." Aspen smiled a little and quickly got dressed, opening her giant bay window. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

He stood over her, watching her as she slept, her soft pale features shinning in the moonlight. He smiled to himself, as he lightly traced the outline of her face with his rough fingers. She stirred slightly, but did not wake up; she was obviously still in a deep sleep. His smile widened as he gently sat down on the bed, making sure that he didn't wake her as he slowly pulled the covers down, looking over her beautiful body. She was wearing a semi see-through white cotton tank top, the top two buttons were undone and he could see the top of her breast. He admired her beauty, his fingers lightly tracing the curves of her breasts, pulling back on the tank top. She stirred again as his fingers traced the outline of her nipple, it grew hard under his touch. He's smile turned into a grin, as he pressed down lightly on her nipple, pushing it back and forth under the soft fabric. She stirred again, rolling completely onto her back, exposing her ample cleavage. He leaned closer, inhaling her scent as he slowly unbuttoned her tank top, then jumped when he heard hissing coming from the darkness. Tom turned around to see one pale blue eye staring angrily at him. He quickly got up and went to kick the beast when Aspen's movements averted his attention; she was waking up. He quickly left her room, not wanting to be caught in the act that could've been if the stupid cat hadn't interrupted. 

"Where have you been?" Beverly sat up, a little groggy as the booze wore off. 

"I was just... checking to make sure that all the doors were locked. We went to bed early remember..." He smiled a little and slipped into the bed next to her. 

"Mm... yes I know that we went to bed earlier... trust me..." She grinned slyly and nipped at his neck, moving her lips lower.

He shivered as his body started to respond to her hot breath, flashes of Aspen filled his mind again as he rolled over on top of Beverly. She had obviously gotten her looks from her father and not her mother, her features were more defined, and her body alone could make any man respond just with a smile. No, Aspen definitely didn't get her looks from her mother; she was built like a goddess in comparison. He moved his hands down her body; picturing the young teenage beneath him as his lips moved over her skin, tasting the milky flesh beneath him. 

Beverly moaned and arched against him, her body responding to his touch immediately as she grew wetter then she had been from their earlier session. She moaned again as he reached her between her legs, rubbing her clit back and forth with his thumb before inserting a finger into her. 

He could tell by the way her body was reacting that it wouldn't take her long to get off. He wondered if Aspen would be this easy to please as he inserting another finger into her mother's drenched pussy. He could feel her clenching her muscles around his fingers as he wiggled them around, picturing her teenage daughter quivering underneath his touch, her virgin pussy begging him to enter her. The thought alone made his cock ache, the precum dripping down as he flipped her mother onto her stomach and slammed into her. He felt her mother clench her muscles beneath him as her body jerked forward, adding to the nice fantasy that was now developing in his head. He held her hips as he slipped in and out of her slowly at first, closing his eyes to see Aspen moving beneath him, moaning like the whore he wanted her to be, like the whore he knew she secretly was. He felt Beverly bucking hard against him, arching her back high as she went to look up at him. He shoved her head had into the mattress, holding her down as he reached down and pinched her clit, twisting it between his fingers. He pushed in deeper and deeper, her wetness making his 3 inch thick cock seem like a finger as it glided in and out of her, his hips thrusting hard as he pushed her down into the bed. He closed his eyes again, running through the scenario in his mind. She moaned louder for him, begging him to do her as hard as he could, she wanted to feel his hard fat cock pound into her tight virgin pussy as she bucked against him. He groaned louder, grunting wildly as he slipped his cock out of her pussy and pushed it into her tight ass, wanting to get the feeling of his virgin fantasy beneath him. He pushed in hard and slow, feeling her ass cheeks squeezing tightly as he forced himself all the way in, pushing his 8" cock into her tight hole. She shook beneath him, her muffled cries of pain going ignored as he pushed in deeper and deeper still, ripping her apart as the blood trickled down over his balls. He groaned and slipped his fingers into her dripping pussy, thrusting against his trusts as he pushed a third and then a fourth finger into her as he pictured Aspen thrashing against him. He pinched her clit, pulling on it, feeling the blood slide over his fingers. "Oh god..." He grunted and drove his fingers into her, moaning uncontrollably as his hips jerked forward, hearing her moan in his ears, her soft, deep voice sending shivers up and down his spine as he removed his fingers and gripped her ass cheeks, pumping harder, her tightness driving him to the brink as he came deep inside of her, his cum splashing against the inside of her ass. He pulled out of her and sat back, breathing heavily, the mixture of blood and shit sliding down his throbbing cock as the come still oozed out of his cock. He had never had such a realistic fantasy before.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Aspen's eyes shot open as the door closed and she immediately sat up, looking around the room into the darkness. Sir Damien jumped on the bed, startling her a little. She exhaled, lying back down slowly, her eyes slowly closing again as she ran her hands through Sir Damien's tattered fur, drifting off into sleep again. 

She felt the hunger building in her as she stalked her pray through the trees, watching him from above as he ran faster into the darkness. She moved faster then him from above, gliding over the branches, hearing his heart beat all around her as she leapt down onto him. He screamed, panicking as she tore his chest cavity open, the blood splashing up against her face and down her chest, covering her in the hot, sticky liquid. She smiled down at him, licking the blood from her lips as she moved on him, tearing the belt off his pants as she tied his hands behind his head, holding him down. He squirmed against her, trying to get free as she removed his pants. 

"That's a good girl... you are so obedient... though I do not know why you would want to play with such a filthy creature..." 

In the darkness, she could see his outline, standing in the shadows. She slowly got up, turning to face him completely, the blood sliding down her chest as he approached slowly. She stood patiently, wanting to do nothing more then to feel his arms around her. She watched him as he approached her, his feet barely touching the ground as he stood before her, his deep sapphire eyes staring into hers intensely, making her whole body blush. He smiled softly, gently caressing her cheek with his long fingers. She stared up at him, her eyes not being able to leave his.

"You haven't finished him..." His smile faded as he looked down at her prey, squirming to get free. He rested his foot over his chest, pressing him to the ground. "Finish him my child... you need to finish him..." He urged her towards the bleeding man.

Aspen slowly knelt on to the ground, looking up at the dark stranger as she slowly licked up her prey's neck, flicking her tongue against the blood, before biting hungrily. The blood warming her throat on its way down as she kept her eyes locked to his, feeling her victim trembling under her, his body jerking in spasms.

"No... please... stop..." 

The voice rang in Aspen's ear, pulling her back to reality as she pulled away slightly, looking down at the man who was dying. His eyes stained with fear and blood as he pleaded with her, begging for his life. She stumbled to her feet, coming to terms with what had just happened. She panicked, shaking her head in horror as she stumbled backwards, tripping over a root from a nearby tree. From behind her, she could hear the whispers forming, seemingly laughing at her; the child who couldn't kill. Within a moment her dark prince had taken her place, mounting the man as he kept his eyes locked with hers, tearing at her prey's throat again. She couldn't move; she was paralyzed with what she was witnessing. Within a minute the man's cries subsided as he ripped his head from his throat, licking the piece of the spine that was still dangling from the man's neck. She shook her head, trying to move back, to get away from him as he stood up, the blood dripping from his lips and his hands. 




Darkness



I have been invited to a big party; it is in a nightclub with only one level, it is a huge round room with three sets of toilets. I arrive and there are about 200 people here already, it is just a casual dress event, there are all types of people and ages to be seen. The party is something to do with a contract at work, a sort of informal get together. Boring but at least the drink is free.

I start chatting to a few people, I do not know anyone, and some of the women look quite nice though. I am chatting away and the drinks are flowing, I need to go to the toilet but they all look like they have a queue. I see a toilet with a sign saying out of order, I decide to use this one, after all I am only going for a piss, so I should be okay.

I look around and push the door open; it is nearly pitch black except for a small bulb in the corner. I step inside and realise that with the door shut it is even darker. I decide to use a stall in case some staff comes to check; I shut the door and stand there while I undo my zip. I remove my cock and start to take a piss, my god it feels great.

Just as I finish shaking the remaining drips from my cock the door opens, I stand there listening with my cock still in my hand, trying not to breath. I hear the sound of feet as they move towards the cubicle next to mine, then the sound of the door shutting and a seat coming down.

Suddenly I hear a female voice say hello, at the same time feeling a warm breath as it glides over my exposed cock, there must be a hole in the wall that I did not notice as it is dark. My mind is full of thoughts racing as I decide my actions. I let my cock go and I bend to stick a finger through the hole, my finger tip touches soft warm lips, the lips take my finger a little deeper and starts to suck it, a tongue running over the tip.

I cannot help but grab my now rising cock with my other hand, feeling the tongue as it glides over my fingertip and feeling the soft lips sucking my in. My cock is now swollen and aching as the lips let me go, and they move away, I hear a soft moan escape the lips, as they seem to move up. I keep my fingers where they are as I hear this person move; suddenly I feel warm flesh as it brushes against me and move slightly to the side.

I now feel the skin becoming warmer as it moves; I start to feel public hair brushing against my finger. My fingers feel the warmth and wetness of her pussy lips as she forces herself against the wall and my fingers. I feel her pussy warm and tight against me as I stroke my throbbing cock.

My fingers slide out and I pull them towards me and taste the juices, I get up and position my hips near to the hole, I hear moaning and I stroke my cock as I hear the sound of fingers being slid into a wet pussy, in and out. I stroke my cock as I move it towards the hole, towards a wet pussy of some woman I do not know. I move closer and I feel the edge of the hole, it is smooth. I slide my cock a little further in; I feel warm fingers as they slide around my aching cock, the hand moving as I feel her moving round. Feeling her warm soft skin as it glides over the tip of my cock. The movement stops and I feel two finger tips on my cock as I feel her sliding against the wall, feeling her wet lips as my throbbing cock is guided to this mysterious wet pussy, feeling her as her pussy opens and my cock slides into the tight warm muscles.

I force as much of my cock through the hole as I can, and push against the wall as I feel her lift her skirt and push against my throbbing member feeling her as she slides up and down my length, feeling her wet against me, tight grinding deep onto me with every down stroke.

I continue to push harder into the hole, feeling her sucking me in, my cock twitching and throbbing feeling her pussy muscles and body brace against the wood as she climaxes with a moan. I slide out and she moves around, I feel her breath on the tip of my wet and throbbing cock, feeling her lips as they take the tip of my cock into her warm mouth. She sucks the tip of my cock, using her tongue to lick my pre cum; her hand is milking my cock slowly as she sucks hard on the tip. I feel her hand gliding up and down my shaft, while she teases the tip of my cock.

She tightens her grip as she starts to milk my throbbing cock harder, taking the wet throbbing tip into her hot mouth, she sucks harder as my cock starts to twitch, feeling her mouth closing further down on me as my climax arrives. She eases my cock slowly into her mouth, she sucks harder as my cock explodes deep into her throat, and she loosens her grip and milks me slowly drinking down every wave of cum. My orgasm over I hold myself up as my legs go weak, I stand there and look down at a place I can only just see in the dim light.

I hear her move around and the door open, I try to see but she is gone.



Darkness



Jessica meets Jim in a bar and they chat and hit it off they take each others numbers and decide to meet for coffee. Jess plays a little hard to get when Jim phones her she pretends to have other plans. After the 3rd time she agrees to meet him for coffee. She arrives at the pub at 7 and looks and sees Jim is not there yet so she takes a seat at the bar and waits for him. She orders a white wine. Her phone rings and it's Jim he is stuck in traffic and he is going to be late. She tells him not to worry. He tells her to meet him at his place and they can get aquainted. She agrees and takes the address from him. On the drive to his apartment she starts to get nervous and not sure whether she should of done this. But thinks what the hell and parks outside the apartment building. It looks very nice and she opens the door and walks up the stairs she stops outside the door and there is a note it says to come inside.

Jessica opens the door and enters the room. The door closes behind her. The room is so dark she tries to find the switch for the light but can't find anything. She hears something move in front of her. "Hello, Jim are you there?" but silence is the only thing she can hear and the occasional shuffling. She tries to feel around but there is nothing nearby as she moves into the room she trips over something and lands on a table or chair. The fall winds her and as she gasps for a breath, something pulls her hair back. Then something starts to grab her legs and her arms, pinning her to the table. She feels her clothes being ripped from her body, tearing them away leaving her exposed and scared.

She is left there for what seems like forever. She peers around but it is to dark and she can't see anything her heart is pounding in her chest not sure what she has gotten herself into. She calls out again. "Jim Please what is going on here" No response. She hears more shuffling someone is coming towards her now. She is frightened now and she tries to speak but as she opens her mouth something gets forced into her mouth. Terrified and not sure what is going on, she gulped for air and swallowed more of the object in her mouth. Taste was somewhat familiar but she could not get her mind to slow down enough to remember exactly what it was or where she had tasted it from before. Then the image crept into her mind – it was a cock!

She feels hands on her breasts and they feel soft and gentle much like those of a women. They move around playing and massaging softly fingers pulling on her nipples making her very aroused. She suddenly feels something cold and wet running up her inner thigh. She tries to pull away but the hold on her legs gets stronger now. Suddenly she feels something on her pussy it feels soft and wet. The object is thrust into her slightly aroused pussy and she realizes it's a vibrator as it is turned to full speed. She can't see and she can't move. Panic sets in as she realizes what is happening.

How many of them are there? Can she do this? Should she fight or just lay there? She tries to struggle one last time and realizes that it is useless. As she tries to breath the cock in her mouth starts pumping in and out faster. Strange, but it was not hurting her, it was turning her on and she could feel the wetness begin to drip down her legs. 

As she tries to move the vibrator is pushed in deeper and then is moved in and out of her while her clit is massaged. She tries to moan in protest but as she opens her mouth another cock gets thrust into her mouth it's bigger than the first one. It thrusts back and forth moving faster and faster and she feels his load shoot into her mouth now. The cock is removed and at the same time so is the vibrator and they are both replaced with mammoth cocks. As the one is inserted into her pussy she cries out but the cock in her mouth gets shoved deeper in, and with every thrust she cries with pain. She has never felt as much pain as she has now, but yet it still feels so good. As she feels them cum together, her legs and hands are untied and she is picked up and then placed on top of the bed but underneath her is a man. He inserts his finger into her ass, she tries to move away but she is held firmly in place. His finger moves in and out he now inserts 2 fingers and massages then 3 fingers and she is lowered down onto his cock and he inserts his cock into her ass. She doesn't like this at all. But there is nothing she can do. 

She cannot move she is held to tightly she feels someone licking her pussy now and someone is pulling on her nipples. She opens her mouth to try and talk and a cock in thrust deep into her throat. Then she feels one being inserted into her pussy they are all moving together. Her heart is still pounding and she is very aroused by this. Still not sure how many men are there. They guy in her ass cums and they stop now. She is turned around and made to go on all fours, she begins to suck the guy on the beds cock as another guy enters her from behind and someone licks her pussy. Someone is massaging her breasts pulling on her nipples. They alternate now changing positions. 

Now that they have had there fun with her. They tie her up again and leave her on the bed still naked and wet from all the nights activities, she floats in and out of consciousness. She eventually gets woken up by a women offering her some water to drink. She is a beautiful slender blonde. With a kind face. Jessica is too tired to talk. The lady introduces herself as Claire and tells her not to worry that everything will be just fine. When Claire finishes giving her water she proceeds to wash Jessica's body. Starting with her feet she sponges her off, moving slowly and sensually up her legs inbetween her thighs taking extra care with her pussy. Moving slowly her fingers lightly touching and caressing Jessica's pussy. She notices that Jessica is getting aroused so she leans down and and begins to blow on her clit then she slowly licks the glistening juices from Jessica's pussy. Jessica moans as Claire's tongue slids deep into her pussy. Her thumb massaging Jessica's clit. Suddenly she stops and leaves the room. 

The room goes dark again. Jessica's heart starts to pound again. The door to the left opens and she can make out a few figures walking through the door but they don't look like men. These are women coming threw the door she can't make out how many women there is. The Door closes and she can't see anymore. But she doesn't feel so terrified this time. Knowing that it's only women is calming.

She feels hands running up her legs. Hands on her breasts. She smells wet pussy above her face and tries to lick her way around but it's to high for her to reach. Someone begins to lick and suck on her clit pulling her clit up and sucking it into there mouth. Then she feels something being inserted into her pussy and she realizes it's a strap on, she feels it being thrust deep into her, each thrust is faster and harder as she moans in pleasure the women above her lowers so her pussy is touching Jessica's lips, instinctively Jessica's tongue darts out of her mouth and she begins to lick. As she licks she feels as though she is about to explode with pure pleasure she screams 'Oh my god' realizing what she has said she carries on licking. Juices seeping into her mouth as she licks and sucks on the luscious pussy above her.

Her nipples are erect and waiting for attention when the door opens and 2 men come into the room now. The door closes again and she feels a cock being shoved into her mouth. She feels a tongue running around her nipples and another probing her luscious pussy. She sucks on the cock trying not to get aroused. But the excitement is too much for her and she cums, juices running down her pussy onto the satin sheets. The tongue on her pussy is licking and sucking trying to get all her sweet juices but she is squirting so much that it just runs every where. She begins to shiver and she feels something being inserted into her pussy now it's small and being moved up and down and in and out of her pussy. The motion is getting faster and harder now. Just then the cock in her mouth cums down her throat she can't help but to swallow. She feels a sharp pain running up her pussy. She cries out in pain. She feels her clit being pulled and bitten as sharp pains run up her body. It's strangely arousing to her. 

As her clit is pulled on she loses conciousness and when she awakens she is alone the lights are on and she is untied covered with the sheets, She can't get up she has aches and pains all over her body. She tires to sit up, she looks around the room to find the room is empty. For an hour she can't move, eventually she climbs out of the bed and puts her clothes back on. She looks around the deserted room and opens the door and walks out. She goes home and gets into a bath. She climbs into bed and falls asleep.



Darkness



I walked into my office, and closed the door behind me as I reached for the light switch. I didn't think twice about shutting the door to my pitch black office without the light on because I do it all the time -- I know I can drop my purse directly to the left on my table and flip the switch. That is exactly what I was doing when I felt something move behind me. A scream itched in my throat, but before I could do anything about it, a big hand covered my mouth, while another arm pulled me tight back against a body much bigger than my own. 

My heart was racing; I fought for control over my breathing, over my heart, over the urge to cry. The arm that held my body close to his, slid up 'till it was wrapped around my neck. Panic began to set in, even as I was sure I knew who this was. My hands reached up to pull his arms away, or maybe just to hang on, I'm not sure.

I felt his dick hard and full against my ass, and the sound that I make now is less fearful, with only a little desperation around the edges. I feel his hand still wrapped tightly around my neck, and I stand on my tip-toes so that I can keep breathing. I feel his breath against my ear, I feel his teeth nip at my ear and then move down my neck. I shiver in appreciation, and press my ass back against him asking him without words for more. 

He pushed me forward in the still pitch black office until I felt my legs hit my couch. He let go of my mouth, sure I wouldn't scream now, and pushed me forward until I was bent against the arm of the couch and my face rested on the back. I could feel him raise my skirt, and trail his fingers over the bare skin above my stockings, tracing the line of my garters, up to skim along the edges of the lace that covered my ass. I gasped as I felt his hand unexpectedly slap my ass, and I knew my pussy was already embarrassingly wet. I felt him move the black lace that covered my pussy, and his finger slid through the warm, wet juices until he found my clit, and he slowly drew circles around and around my clit, driving me crazy. Just as I felt an orgasm starting to bubble to the surface, he stopped and moved away from me. 

I tried to move from my prone position on the couch, only to find his hand planted firmly in my back, making sure I didn't move at all. I stood with my legs spread, and my skirt flipped over my ass just waiting. I couldn't feel him, I could only hear him breath. Then, he went back to lightly skimming the edge of the lace across my ass. I felt him move behind me and I thought he would finally fuck me, but instead I felt his tongue tracing the edge of the lace just on the edge of my pussy. I wiggled a little, hoping to encourage him to touch me; it seemed like hours before I felt him dip his tongue into my pussy. His hot breath made me shiver. He licked my pussy until again I could begin to feel an orgasm bubble up inside of me, I began panting, and my nails dug into the back of the couch as I begged for the release, begged him to let me cum. 

He moved away from me again, quickly -- but before I could groan in frustration, I felt his hand on my ass as he slowly rubbed his dick along the lace covering my pussy. His fingers moved the lace to the side and I anticipated a slow, tortuous fuck. I expected him to continue to tease me, to keep me on the brink of orgasm, never letting me let go. What I didn't expect was the fast, hard motion as he slammed his dick into my wet and waiting pussy. I cried out as the orgasm I'd been anticipating rocked my body. 

Immediately, I felt his hand at my neck again, pulling me up against him, keeping me from breathing easily, and definitely keeping me from crying out again. "Ssshhh" he whispered against my ear as he held me close against him and fucked my pussy hard and fast. I stood on my tiptoes and moaned as the orgasms melted into one another, one never quite stopping before another would start. He would tighten his grip on my neck as he could feel me about to cum so that I couldn't breathe, then he'd relax his fingers and I could feel the blood course all through my body. I feel the orgasm roll through my pussy, then through my entire body. 

I reach a hand up to touch his arm, but then move it to slip inside of my shirt and I pinch my nipple, and as I feel yet another orgasm building inside of me, I hold on to his arm for balance as my legs are no longer steady. I feel him cum deep inside of me, and I throw my head back against his shoulder in submission, in release, in satisfaction. He kisses me gently, then moves very quickly away from me, and pushes me onto the couch. Before I can recover, before I can turn around, before I can do anything, the door opens and he leaves. 

It takes me a few moments to pull myself together, to stand on my weak knees and walk to the door, I open it and find no one outside. I step out further, looking for him, but there is no one there. I walk back in, turn on my light, and slump onto my couch still feeling the delicious tingle of satisfaction course through my body. I suppose I should get to work now...



Darkness



I pulled up to the warehouse and turned off the engine of my car. I found the slip of paper I'd written the address on and checked it against the numbers spray-painted on the side of the building.. It was nearly midnight. The parking lot was deserted and appeared it had been that way quite awhile. The only light came from a flickering street lamp on the other side of the road. 

Fear and apprehension rose in my chest and throat, but were quickly overpowered by the excitement and curiosity heating my thighs. I gathered my courage and walked towards the only door at the far end of the building. 

I hesitated briefly before entering, looking down to check my outfit. I'd done exactly as asked. Beneath my knee length jacket I wore only a thin camisole, short skirt, lace panties, and tall heels, all in black. 

I wore my hair long and loose around my shoulders. The directions were very particular and I knew better than to disobey my Master. While the physical punishments were bearable, and at times sickeningly enjoyable, the scolding and anger were always worth avoiding. 

When I was sure I had followed instructions to the letter, I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. Hearing no answer, I slowly pushed forward and the door swung open. The little light there was outside spilled onto the first few feet of concrete floor. No light came from inside and for a moment I feared I had made a grave mistake. As I was turning to go back to my car I heard his voice. 

"Get in here and shut the door, fucking slut." 

I was late and I was in trouble. It was only by a few moments...I got caught at the train tracks. He wouldn't want to hear excuses. I simply did as I was told. The room plunged into total darkness as I shut the door and my heart immediately began beating faster. I've always been afraid of total darkness and he knew that. This was punishment for some yet un-though of crime. 

"I did as you asked, Master."

"Don't say a fucking word. Reach to your right and find the wall...walk 15 steps forward."

"Yes, Mas—"

"I said shut your mouth!"

I did as ordered. Reaching out, I felt the cold stone wall under my fingertips. I walked forward and stopped where I was directed. I waited for some indication I'd complied correctly, but heard nothing. My pulse quickened, as the darkness pressed against me, smothering me. Suddenly I heard what sounded like a chair scraping against the floor, echoing in the darkness. 

I began to turn towards the sound when a hand wrapped around my throat and pushed me against the cold wall. Relief and terror filled my veins all at once. His mouth smashed down against mine, tongue forced between my lips. Just as I responded to his delicious taste he was gone again, hand dropped from my throat. The deafening sound of my own breathing echoed in my ears. I silently begged for him to return, knowing that if I said the words he would withhold from me even longer. 

He waited only a moment for the anticipation to build—I felt his strong hands on my shoulders, ripping the coat from my body. I hadn't noticed the chill in the air, but my nipples immediately responded to the cold, standing up straight, brushing against the thin fabric of my top. The jacket fell in shreds around my feet. He slowly ran his fingers up my arms, hooking his fingers in the spaghetti straps of my shirt. 

Without warning, he yanked downwards, pulling the shirt to my waist, exposing my breasts completely. I felt his fingers pinching at my nipples, pain shooting through my breasts, my pussy growing wetter. His mouth found my nipples and he alternated soothing licks with hard sucks and bites against my skin. I began to relax, leaning against the wall, when my legs were knocked out from under me and my knees hit the ground. He smacked me in the face with his exposed, hard cock and my mouth began to water.  

His hand reached up to my head, wrapping my long hair around his fist, and pulled my face onto his cock, pushing the head into the back of my throat. I gagged, wishing he would pull out slightly. Hearing the sound, he laughed and pushed himself further into my throat. My pussy began to drip and I felt my panties becoming saturated with my juices. As he slammed his cock into my throat over and over, I reached down and pulled my panties aside, exposing my pussy to the cold air. I began to rub my clit, nearing a fast climax. Before I could reach it, I was caught. He let go of my head, reached down and grabbed both of my wrists and pulled them high above my head. His hands were so large and strong, he pinned my wrists to the wall with one hand, and returned to controlling my head with the other. 

I began to whimper, desperate to release this tension he was creating inside my pussy. I ached, and moaned, begging for the freedom to pleasure myself as he continued to fuck my mouth relentlessly. Again, he released my hair and gently stroked my cheek with a finger.

"Don't worry, slut. Master always takes care of you, doesn't he?"

All I could do was nod my head and whimper in agreement, my mouth full of his sweet cock. He was right. He did always take care of me. Anticipation and withholding what I wanted most were his most powerful weapons and he wielded them with practiced skill. 

I licked and sucked his cock just the way he liked, hoping to earn his favor and some eventual reciprocation. At that moment, my only desire was to please him as only I had been trained how. I knew my freedom would only come from completely obeying him. "Master Comes First." This was the mantra I'd repeated over and over during my first few weeks as his slave. It was a lesson hard learned through hours of punishment and reinforcement. When I deviated from his command, the spankings would be swift and firm and I would often struggle to sit down for the next several days. When I pleased him I was rewarded with the most glorious orgasms ever caused. I swear I had visions when I came. 

I sucked hard, pulling him as deep into my throat as possible. He'd taught me his favorite trick and I'd perfected it like a good student: As he pulled my head back by my hair, I'd push him deeper and deeper into my throat until my lips met the base of his cock. I then opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, licking and tonguing his balls while he fucked my throat. It was in this manner he would then come quickly. This time was no different. I felt his balls tighten and release, signaling the inevitable orgasm and load he was about to shoot down my throat. 

He dropped my hands from above my head and placed both of his hands on either side of my head, fucking my mouth with such force I knew I would not be able to speak tomorrow. I took him in completely, over and over, licking his balls with every thrust down my throat, until he was ready. He pulled my head in close, stopping my movements, the head of his cock slammed against the back of my throat, and I felt his body shiver once. 

He shot hot cum down my throat and I gagged from the shock of it. This only turned him on more, and he shot another spurt into my mouth as he pulled out. He shot one last spurt on my face and I felt it run down my cheeks and lips and chin, dripping to the floor below me. He clamped his hand over my mouth and pushed me head back.

"Swallow every drop. My seed will not be wasted by you." I could only comply and swallowed hard, feeling his hot cum run down my throat. When he was satisfied I had swallowed everything he gave me, he removed his hand from my mouth. I felt him retreat, his body heat suddenly gone. 

I had forgotten the dark, but his sudden absence brought the blackness in and I became frightened. I remained on my knees, waiting for guidance, but none came.

"Master?" I received no answer.

"Master, are you finished with me, now?" Again, there was no reply. I knew I was taking a huge risk asking such a question, but the darkness seemed to be screaming at me to run.

As a whimper began to creep out of my mouth, I felt his breath against my ear. 

"Shhh..." It was the most delicate whisper. I stopped breathing and waited. "Stand up slowly." He was not angry, just direct. I did as told. 

"Turn around, face the wall."

Again, I complied. I felt his strong hands begin at my calves, slowly caressing upwards over my skirt, up my back, neck. He ran his fingers through my hair and I felt his lips on my shoulder. I'd forgotten to breathe again and let out a soft, pressured moan in response to his touch. I was being rewarded. He would not spank me tonight, if I continued to please him. I was thankful for this, as I had a long drive back home. 

His hands grasped my hips and he pulled me back, pressing his still hard member against my ass. My heartbeat quickened and I tried to control my breathing. He gently pushed me forward at the waist and I braced myself against the wall with my hands. Oh, no...what had I done? He was going to spank me and I didn't know why. I thought I had done everything as asked. I thought I had pleased him tonight.

He pulled my shirt down to the floor and ran his fingers along the edges of my panties. I stiffened, waiting. Hooking his fingers in the waistband of my panties, he yanked them to the ground, exposing my bare ass. 

"Spread your legs." I did so, and braced myself for the impact of his open hand against my ass cheek. It felt like an eternity, waiting for this punishment I wasn't sure how I'd earned. I tried to take deep breaths. As much pleasure as I gained from his punishments, I couldn't deny the pain was very real.

Just when I thought I'd pass out waiting for the first smack, I felt his tongue, soft and warm, against my thigh. It wandered up my leg and onto my ass check. He kissed my skin; his tongue and lips caressing my ass. Soft little nibbles followed and I felt myself begin to relax. I hadn't displeased him! Master was still happy with me. 

His tongue travelled inward towards my asshole and I was relieved to remember the lengthy instructions he had given me about preparation for this evening. I had followed each to the letter, bathing thoroughly, waxing and trimming, applying scented oil my wrists. Wherever he was headed, I was prepared, as he knew I would be. 

His tongue teased around my little pink asshole and my cunt dripped with hot excitement. His fingers clawed at my ass cheeks as he spread me open and kissed and licked that intimate place. My breathing became heavy and soft little moans escaped from my lips. His tongue entered me and I gasped, surprised by how turned on I was by this new adventure. 

I closed my eyes tight and fought against the desire to cum too quickly. He released his grasp on my ass cheeks and inserted one moist finger into my ass. With his other hand he began caressing up and down the length of my pussy slit. I could feel my juices covering his fingers, as they became more and more slippery against my skin. My breathing became erratic as I struggled for air against these sensations. 

The pace of him stroking my pussy increased as he inserted a second finger deep in my ass. I bucked and his hands rode out my motion, following when I tried to escape the ecstasy of it. Finally, his fingers broke through the entrance of my lips and he inserted several fingers deep in my pussy, circling my clit slowly with his thumb. My ass and cunt were full of his beautiful hands and I was so close...

I knew better, though. I had been carefully taught to fight off orgasm until the moment he commanded it. He made it clear that he controlled every moment of our time together. I did nothing, said nothing, without his permission. He owned me and I willfully obeyed.

My moans had become cries of pleasure, begging for permission to release and cum at his say-so. His pace quickened, and he thrust in and out of both my ass and pussy with his thick fingers, pulling me closer and closer to orgasm. I struggled to avoid climax but my body betrayed my intentions. I could feel my pussy begin to tighten and release, ready to explode. He felt it, too, and suddenly all motion stopped. He pulled his hands out of me and left me empty. I cried out a weak, "No!" in protest, knowing I had sinned gravely against him by letting my desires be known. 

I hung my head as tears filled my eyes. Punishment would be worse for this infraction. No spanking would come...he would simply be gone. I would not be allowed to pleasure myself later; I would have to wait until he sent another letter, beckoning me to his side. Even if I tried to masturbate and hide it from him, he always knew.

Out of nowhere his hand grabbed my wrist and he spun me around. He shoved my back against the wall, pressed himself against me. I could feel his hot dick against the outside of my pussy, his length extending up towards my belly button. I craved him so much. His arms angrily lifted me up and wrapped my legs around his waist, the force of him against me pinning me to the wall. 

There like that, he finally entered me with such force, fucking my pussy, kissing and sucking my neck and collarbone and breasts. His teeth tore at my nipples and I bucked to meet his every thrust, trying to figure out how to take him deeper and deeper into me. His thrusts became more violent. The pain and pleasure of it was exquisite and my pussy tightened around him. 

He again took my hands and pinned them above my head as he repeatedly nailed me to the wall. My legs then tightened around him and I prayed for the strength to not cum, yet. Master's lips found my mouth and his tongue explored me viciously as I kissed him back. I was again so close, my pussy tightening and releasing, my toes going numb. I became dizzy and knew I was losing control. Master was merciful, in that moment.

"Come for me...now"

My body obeyed with no hesitation. I exploded in orgasm, my body shaking from head to toe. I bucked harder and harder against his cock, wanting him inside me completely as I came. He met my body and buried himself in my pussy. As I came I felt his body tighten and he came again, filling me with more of his seed. He fucked me mercilessly as colors exploded behind my eyelids and every muscle and nerve in my body went crazy. 

His mouth left mine and the warehouse was filled with my screams of pleasure and appreciation. His thrusts slowed and he let my hands go, wrapping his arms around my waist and burying his face in my hair. My screams and cries quieted, and my movements slowed as well. The warehouse grew quiet and all I could hear was the echo of my orgasm in my ears...beating like a soft drum against my core. 

"Rest now, my love. You've done good work today. Rest."

My body responded and I felt myself go limp in his arms. I lost consciousness soon after.

I awoke and rolled over in bed...My bed. I was at home. The display from the clock read 4:00AM. I sat up and looked around the room. I was alone. I nearly wrote the experience off as a dream and was preparing to lay back down and return to sleep when I noticed a small white envelope on the nightstand propped against the lamp. 

It was addressed, simply, to "My Slave, My Love."

I would open it tomorrow. For now, my body only wanted sleep.



Darkness



Darkness

All is dark for you. The blindfold across your eyes is expertly tied, and no hint of light peeks through, even if you open your eyes. It is January in Peru, and the rainy season is in full effect, thrumming relentlessly on the clay tiles roofing the casa de huéspedes where you have been staying for the past weeks. The window is open, but even the rains fail to break the heavy, moist atmosphere of the room. You can picture the ceiling fan above you in your mind's eye, limping in pathetic, ineffectual circles. The rains have drowned the normal nighttime sounds of the Urubamba Valley. There is nothing but the percussive drumbeat of raindrops.

You sit upright on the edge of the bed, as you were told. Your hands are together in your lap, held in union by soft silk ties. A drop of sweat trickles down from your forehead, a maddening tickle that you cannot reach, even when you lift your shoulder to meet your cheek. Even naked as you are, there is no relief from the humidity and heat tonight.

Where is he? You can hear him moving elsewhere in your small suite of rooms in the boarding house, and you strain your ears to try to identify some specific action or location. He's not in this room, and hasn't been for several minutes. An indistinct clatter. Soft footsteps. It's all maddeningly vague, a susurrus of clues beneath the ceaseless pounding of the rain.

You hear a soft thump as he places some object on the nightstand. Your mind spins through possibilities. A box? It sounded fairly solid. A book perhaps? A quick shiver of anticipation runs down your spine, and when he speaks, he is so close to your ear that you inadvertently start.

"You waited just like you were told. Good girl," he whispers in your ear. His breath feels almost cool in the sweltering heat. You can smell his cologne, musky but with a touch of spice. He runs a single finger down your spine, tracing through the slick sweat on your back, and you arch and squirm under his touch. "Are you wondering what I've brought?" You nod, hesitantly. "Good," he replies, "you'll find out soon enough, but not yet."

Seconds pass. You sense him coming close again. His hand grips your chin, turns your head up, and his lips crush against yours. It's all you can feel; no other part of his body touches yours, but you know that his naked form is just inches from yours. His tongue slips into your mouth, slides against yours. You feel a flash of warmth spreading from your face down to your belly, and when he pulls away you gasp for breath.

His hands land on your shoulders. You realize he is facing you. He drags his hands downward, nails trailing lines of fire down your body. You inhale sharply at the sudden sensation as they descend across the fullness of your breasts, over your belly, down your thighs, across the insides of your calves, right to the tips of your toes. You shiver.

"Do you like that way that feels?" he asks. You nod again, but he rebukes you, "I need to hear you say it, Alyssa."

"Yes," you reply, voice husky with disuse. You hear him grunt assent, and then the disembodied hands come back again, this time deliberately scraping across each nipple on his way down, sending a jolt of electricity straight to your groin. His nails are hard, but well-trimmed, and they slide easily on your moist skin. It doesn't hurt, but you can imagine the red tracks they must be leaving on your skin. You move your hands ineffectually, anxious to touch, but with nothing in reach.

He moves away, and you hear the unmistakable sound of the zipper of his jeans, the clatter of his belt buckle hitting the floor. You picture his naked, athletic six-foot frame in your mind's eye.

"What are you thinking about, Alyssa?" he asks, and you flush with embarrassment and hesitate. Out of the darkness, his warm hands cup your breasts, the pads of his thumbs rubbing back and forth across your nipples. He pinches them lightly. "Tell me," he commands. You strive to concentrate despite the distracting sensations.

"You, naked," you reply.

"More specific."

"Your lips. The soft hair on your chest."

"Keep going," he insists. You feel him clambering onto the bed to take a place behind you, both of your weights shifting on the soft mattress.

"Your thighs." His lips press against your neck, and he drags the stubble of his beard across the expanse of your shoulders. His hands course along your hips, around to the front of your body, where they dance across the soft hair where your thighs meet.

"What else?" he whispers into your ear, his hands exploring, questing across your body. Suddenly he presses up against you fully. His warm, slick body slides against yours. You can feel the hard heat of his groin pressing up against the small of your back, and you moan and feel a liquid warmth pooling in your belly.

"Your cock," you whisper.

"What was that Alyssa?" he asks, "I couldn't hear you."

"Your cock," you say again. This time your voice sounds far too loud in the close stillness of the room, carrying over the pounding of the rain, and you flush in a combination of embarrassment and excitement. He pulls away, leaving you touchless and alone again as he climbs off the bed.

"No," he says, "I don't think you need that enough yet, Alyssa, do you?"

"Yes, I do," you reply, trembling. But some part of you wants to see what else might happen in the darkness, and as if he can sense your doubt, he refuses you.

"Lie down on your back, Alyssa," he directs you. You obey, wriggling back so that your whole body is on the bed. You straighten your legs, and, feeling exposed and vulnerable, press your thighs together. The sheets are cool and slightly damp with spray from the rain outside the open window. Your restrained hands rest on your waist, purposeless. You hear him walk around the bed towards the side where your head rests.

"Give me your hands," he says. Obediently, you raise your hands over your head. He shifts your body, and deftly hooks your hands over the bedpost. Back around the other side of the bed, he grabs your waist and pulls your body towards him, stretching you just enough to pull the ties around your wrists taut against the post. Experimentally, you try to lift your hands, but there is no play. You're bound to the bedpost, at his mercy, and you shiver at the thought.

He is up on the bed again, and his hands roam across your body, caressing each line and curve. His hands are all you can feel. It feels as if they are touching every part of your body. They caress your neck, and down over your shoulders. They drag across your breasts, and travel the full curves underneath. They trail lightly down the inside of your arm, and trace the outlines of each of your fingers. They glide over your belly and across your thighs.

He gets up again, pads across the room to the nightstand. He's getting whatever it was he placed there earlier, you think. You strain to hear other clues, but he's maddeningly silent. He sits back on the bed.

"Do you want me to touch you with what I've brought, Alyssa?" he asks.

"Yes, please," you moan in reply. Seconds pass, but nothing happens. You know he's there, and he has something, but why won't he touch you. You squirm, trying to move your body closer, initiate contact, but he denies you.

"Ah-ah, don't be a bad girl, Alyssa," he says. "I won't touch you until you sit still." Frustrated and anxious, you force your body to still itself. "Are you going to be good?" he asks.

"Yes, James," you reply, a pout in your voice.

"Good," he says, "here it comes." And yet still, there is a long, pregnant pause that has you nearly shouting at him to touch you. You hear a noise, and a split second before the first drop hits your skin, you realize that it's ice. The drop hits right between your breasts. It's shockingly cold in the hot room, and your chest heaves as you draw in breath sharply. The next drop hits your breastbone and you realize he's simply holding the ice above your body, letting the heat of his hands melt it. Each drop is a small torture. You have no idea where the next one will fall, and they drop at random -- landing on your thigh, your waist, your collarbone, the inside of your arm. Each drop trails a ticklish line into the valleys of your body. The next drop hits your lips, and you lick them involuntarily. Moments later, his lips press against yours, but he still holds the ice above you. Cold splashes of ice water mingle with the warmth of his mouth on yours, a delicious mingling of sensations that has you moaning into his mouth. Your hips shift subconsciously, and you squeeze your thighs together as sensation ripples through you.

He releases your lips, and slips off the bed, taking what you now recognize as the ice bucket with him. He caresses one foot with a warm hand, the other with the hand that was holding the ice, and you squirm against the cold, your bound hands pulling taut against the bedpost.

"Spread your legs, Alyssa," he says softly. You feel the heat rising in your cheeks, and you hesitate, embarrassed.

"Spread your legs, or we're done!" he barks, and your heart lurches at the command in his voice. Slowly, you draw your knees up, and spread them apart, exposing yourself to his gaze. It remains pitch black for you, but you know there's plenty of light for him to see your body. You know he's staring at you, but you know he's good to his word. You will yourself not to close your legs, not wanting this to end.

"Do you want me to look at you, Alyssa?" he asks.

"Mmhmm," you reply.

"Tell me. What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to look at my body, James."

"Specifically." You pause, hesitant. "Tell me."

"I want you to look at my pussy, James," you say, and it turns you on to hear those words coming from your own lips. You can picture his hungry gaze, drinking you in, his eyes staring between your legs. You can feel the wetness down there, and you struggle not to move. He is quiet, and you squirm under his regard, wondering what he's doing. You pull ineffectually against the bedpost.

A hint of warm breath caresses the inside of your thigh, and in an instant you realize he's between your legs. Your stomach flips as you picture his head between your thighs, his soft brown hair brushing against you. His breath moves ever-upwards, tracking up your right leg. Suddenly he turns his head, and the rough stubble of his beard drags fiercely down your left thigh. You gasp out loud, unable to contain the sound. Your breaths come shallow and rapidly, and your mouth is dry. You lick your lips, and resist the urge to press towards him, knowing he will be displeased. A wet tongue and soft lips press against your thighs, alternating sides, getting ever closer to the place between your thighs.

A pause. You try to catch your breath, but you're consumed by the need to know what he will do next. He blows a stream of cool air directly over your pussy, and your hips lift involuntarily towards the sensation. You tremble, and you have to force yourself to relax the muscles in your legs. You ache there, longing for some kind of touch.

"Tell me what you want me to do, Alyssa," he says, and even those few words cause a tantalizing flow of air between your legs that nearly makes you jump.

"I . . ." you hesitate, "I want you to lick my pussy," you whisper shyly.

"It doesn't sound like you want that very much," he points out. You whine, and struggle against your embarrassment, but still he hovers there between your legs. He's so close to giving you delicious pleasure, but he just won't do it, and the need to be touched in a more satisfying way is driving you crazy. You steel yourself.

"Please, James," you beg, "lick my pussy now. I really need it." And even as you fight against the mortifying feeling of shame, you feel his wet tongue slide up and along the lips of your pussy, up over your clit and away again, and you cry out loud at the pleasure of it. "Oh, God, James," you gasp, and your whole body is quivering fire. You move to put your hands on his head, but you are brought up short by the ties, and you remember that you're trapped there. His tongue slides again, this time slipping between your lips and dipping inside of you. It flicks up and dances a small circle around your clit before washing up and down again. It feels like his tongue is everywhere at once. Your hips grind in the air, trying to find the contact that is just right. Already you can feel a pressure in your groin, the beginnings of your climax. It's there so much more quickly than usual, and you rotate your hips against his tongue, trying to get the rhythm right. There is no other contact, just his tongue inside of you in the darkness.

You can't stop yourself from moaning and gasping out loud now, all concern for the loudness of your noises swept away in a wave of pleasure. He pulls away, and new sensation assaults you as you feel a finger slide slowly inside of you. You groan, and clench your muscles as he pushes a second finger inside. As he does so, he begins whispering dirty things...

"God, your pussy tastes so good, Alyssa."

"I love the way your pussy squeezes my fingers, Alyssa."

"You like it when I do this, don't you, Alyssa?"

You're mindless, now, hips grinding against his fingers as he urges you on. Your head tosses as his fingers slide in and out of you, making slick, wet noises. He leans in between your thighs again, and whispers against your pussy,

"I'm going to make you come now, Alyssa." A thrill shoots through you at his words, and you can feel the wave starting to build. He curves his fingers, pulling across the inside of your pussy, and he begins to do so rhythmically, rubbing your g-spot in firm strokes. Your body is on fire now, slick with sweat, your breath coming in staccato gasps. Suddenly, his mouth closes around your clit, and he begins sucking you into his mouth, all the while his fingers continuing their maddening dance. Inside his mouth, his tongue teases back and forth against your clit, and the wave leaps forward, and you're so close, so close. You can't help it -- your thighs close, trapping him there. He moans into your pussy, and you realize how turned on he is. Together with the vibration from his moan, it pushes you over the edge, and your body goes rigid as your orgasm crashes down onto you, your pussy spasming frantically around his fingers. Your back arches and it seems like every muscle in your body is as taut as possible as throbbing waves of pleasure course through your body. You cry out with each spasm. It seems like they will never stop, until finally they begin to subside, and he pulls away, leaving you in a boneless, gasping heap on the bed.

He moves around and unhooks your wrists from the bedpost, and pulls you up to sit on the edge of the bed again. It feels good to have your arms relaxing in your lap again. You are sweaty and exhausted, but still basking in the afterglow of your orgasm.

"Do you want to feel what you do to me, Alyssa?" he asks. It reminds you that your pleasure had wiped all other thoughts from your mind, and now you imagine him again, standing before you, and how turned on he had sounded just before you came.

"Yes, please," you reply. In response, he grasps both of your wrists and pulls them towards him. His erection slides between your cupped hands, still bound at the wrists, and you close one hand around him. You can feel the full head of his cock, the stiffness of his shaft, the taut vein underneath, and another shiver of excitement runs though you. You squeeze him gently, and slide your hand up and down a few times, but you're both hot and sticky, and it doesn't slide smoothly. You release him, and move lower to cup his balls. It feels so good to have some autonomy, the ability to touch at will, and you focus on every sensation. In the dark, he seems impossibly masculine, all wiry, cropped hairs and hard throbbing, as if the darkness has distilled him to the pure essence of man.

Suddenly, the urge to taste him is overpowering, but you're not sure what is permitted.

"I want you in my mouth, James," you say, hesitantly.

"Ask me for it," he directs.

"Can I have you in my mouth?" you ask, bluntly.

"Show me how much you want it," he says. You take a deep breath, marshalling your embarrassment again.

"God, James, please put your cock in my mouth," you beg him.

"Good girl, Alyssa," he replies, and you can feel him shifting his body toward you. His hand presses against the back of your head, gently guiding you in his direction. You open your mouth in anticipation. The musky scent of his sweat fills your nostrils, and you feel a warm softness against your lips. You close them around the very tip of him, and your tongue darts out to moisten the soft skin there. You hear him gasp and pull back, and you are left waiting again. He guides you forward again, and this time the head of his cock slides along your lips from left to right. Abruptly, you realize he is holding himself in his hand, guiding himself to rub against your lips. Lightly, he taps himself against you so that you can feel his hardness bouncing against your lips. Your hands, trapped beneath him, tease gently, pulling softly on his balls.

He tangles the fingers of his left hand in your hair, pulling you forward more forcefully now, and this time he presses against your lips until they part and he slides inside. He pushes slowly and shallowly in and out of your mouth, and you moan around him, swirl your tongue to make him slick with your saliva. You can hear his ragged breaths, and the wet sounds of his cock sliding into your mouth. He groans and pushes forward further. Your hands slide between his legs. You reach up and grab his ass, pulling it towards you, exerting the only control you can. He slides deep into your mouth with a loud groan, and you can feel the velvety soft skin of his cock filling your mouth. His hand grips your hair still, pulling you all the way off of him before sliding you back down on his cock again and again. You begin to assert yourself, bobbing your head up and down on his shaft, reveling in his moans and the taut muscles of his butt, straining towards you. He's getting close -- you can tell by the quickness of his breath, and the tightness of his muscles. You slide your fingers, probing for his anus as he thrusts in and out of your mouth. You can't wait for him to come, to feel the salty flood of his sperm on your tongue, and you quicken your pace further, but just when you think you have him, he pulls away, leaving you gasping for breath.

Urgently, he grabs you by the shoulders and stands you up. He turns you around, bending you over so that your torso lies on the bed. You feel his cock bumping against your thighs from behind, and then he's guiding it between your legs. He slides his head across your lips, your saliva mixing with his down there. He probes and finds the opening.

"Are you ready to be fucked, Alyssa?" he asks, pressing against the opening of your pussy. He pushes slightly, and the swollen head of his cock slips inside of you, drawing a moan of pleasure from your throat.

"Oh God, yes, James, fuck me now, please!" you say, no longer embarrassed in the slightest. He pulls out again, leaving you quivering, and again slips the fat head inside. His hands are nowhere to be found. All you can feel is his cock teasing you, and the press of his body against your ass. He keeps doing this until you realize you are whispering to him naughtily, begging him to put his cock all the way inside of you.

Finally, finally, he obliges. His hands materialize on your hips, and with one smooth motion he pulls your pussy back onto him, impaling you to the hilt. You throb with pleasure and cry out, and push back onto him. With his warm hands on your hips, he holds you firmly and begins to thrust into you. With each thrust, he pulls you hard onto him, combining the power of his hips with that of his arms. He begins a steady rhythm, slamming into you with fierce determination. You are both groaning and breathing heavily, and each thrust takes him all the way inside of you, his balls slamming against you. Your hands, still knotted, are trapped in front of you. There is nothing you can do but submit to his assault. You are both speaking, a stream of erotic encouragement falling from your. You can feel him tensing up, and you know he's close.




Darkness



Note to readers: As an "antidote" to another one of my tales, which was rather long-winded and sort of a heady "tease" and took a long time to "get it on," I've drafted this one. Its rather abrupt and to the point, and has elements of BDSM/forced/nonconsent/reluctance in it: it explores a rather raw rape/gangbang fantasy mostly from the female POV. This tale has (deliberately) hardly any character or plot development, it is sort of a get-off-quick story. 

This is quite a departure for me, and sometimes it really is the kind of thing that works for me, but really I'm just beginning to explore the female rape/gangbang fantasy, and as always, all constructive criticism is welcome. 

If BDSM/forced/nonconsent/reluctance story elements, or rape/gangbang fantasies, and so on, are not your thing, or if you are just looking for a simple, "vanilla" sort of story about loving people fucking, then I suggest you do not read further.

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She woke up from a deep, mindless sleep hot and confused by the darkness around her. Voices nearby, outside somewhere, startled her, sounding echoey in the small room she was in. Was it a room? No it was more like a tin can, a box, something small, maybe a closet. It was hot and dry and the air smelled a little stale. Barely any light came in, she gingerly felt around, not yet frightened but nervous. This wasn't the first time she'd woken up in a strange place, she was sure she would remember where she was in a minute. 

She felt like she had been walking for days, stayed up all night, had too much to drink; her throat was rough and her belly felt that strange post-hangover bleakness that usually means she had way too much to drink and no water. The dark was kind of nice even though it was unsettling. She felt a mattress under her, some blankets, something like jumper cables or rope coiled off to the side. 

She was naked except for a short, loose skirt, something was wrapped around her left ankle and her wrists, she couldn't figure out what it was in the dark. She knelt carefully, and began feeling around the room for something, anything to help explain her surroundings.

Just as her hands fumbled up some sort of curtain and found behind it what turned out to be a door handle, she realized where she was. She was in a cargo van or truck of some sort. Voices came near, one moved away, still talking, and drifted off towards the front of the van. The door handle turned on its own, making her flinch back. She couldn't remember how she got there and now she was panicking a little. More sounds and voices outside, men's voices, keys crunched in the lock, she heard them laughing. 

The door swung open and as the van rocked slightly on its shocks and daylight filtered through the curtain over the doorway blinding her dark-adjusted eyes. She looked around for clues as to where she was, how she'd gotten there. Was this one of those secret fantasies of hers, she wondered, had she accidently confessed one to the wrong person in a drunken moment of bad judgement? Hands from outside pushed aside the curtain, a hat poked against the curtain, blocking her view of his face. 

A flashlight quickly scanned her, and the next thing she knew, the hands, which were very large and looked strong as iron, were reaching into the van to the coil of rope, yanking and pulling quickly on it. Suddenly she felt a tug on one ankle and her left foot was pulled from underneath her and up towards the ceiling, splaying her backwards onto the bed. 

Almost at the same time, both her hands were pulled by the bindings around her wrists up over her head towards the back of the van. The rope was somehow attached to her ankle and wrists to points high on either end of the van. She could hear pulleys managing the rope. This was not one of her fantasies, it was actually scary, and she yelp in total fright, surprising herself with her own shrill sounds. The man worked so fast she hardly had time to think, she sat up and tried to ask him for help. 

Before she could complete a sentence, however, a large hand covered her mouth, pushing her back down on the mattress, while another hand grabbed her by her free hip, and slid her roughly down the mattress toward the doorway, pulling taught on the tethers around her wrists and yanking her arms straight over her head against the mattress. 

Now truly frightened and completely overpowered, she struggled involuntarily, knowing there was nothing she could do. She could hear her own muffled screams struggling to escape the hand over her mouth, her body ached as she fought. What happened next was so dark and raw that she could never have anticipated it, resisted it, or even avoided it.

As one hand kept her mouth covered and the other violently pushed her untethered leg sideways out of the way, hot flesh and the edges of rough jeans pressed against the backs of her upturned thighs, bearing down on her with crushing weight. Before she could even muster a resistance, she felt a burning hot, rock hard cock forcing itself into her cunt. She was dry and tight, he had to retract and thrust diligently to work his way in. He loved the way this kind of pussy felt, stunned and defenseless and completely at his disposal. She gave up so easily, she was so pliant and easy to submit, this was the best kind, she would learn quickly.

The hand over her mouth loosened to let her breathe as the formidable cock continued to core her, still not quite fully penetrating her but relentlessly trying to. The sheer surprise and raw pain mixed together to shut out almost every other sensation, and all she could think about was his cock shoving into her, nothing else existed, but darkness. He was fully clothed except for his open fly. She could not see his face. She almost didn't want to, somehow that almost made all of this better. 

Physically, he seemed big and overwhelming, his shadowy figure towered over her in the draped doorway, and her cunt strained around him, she could barely control it. He was so completely in control of her, everything he did was so calculated, it was like he had planned this, done this before, knew her every move and thought even before she did. There was something strangely familiar about this man, she struggled to remember; nothing came, it was all dark. Finally, the man spoke, in a raspy, rushed voice.

"If you're good..." he grunted as he thrust, "and let me have what I want, everything will be fine. I don't have to hurt you if you just do as I say. Now let's break you in." 

With another grunt he finally bottomed out in her, the friction burning in the walls of her shocked cunt, spreading her wide with what felt to her like an unbelievable girth as she felt his balls resting against her ass.

Terrified and still too stunned to speak, she whimpered. The hand over her mouth retreated, slapped her hard on the ass, and then commanded, 

"Now, just do as I say and everything will be fine. Milk me. Come on, squeeze me with that tight, sweet little cunt. I want to feel you working hard under me." 

She squirmed, trying desperately to focus on the task, her mind blurry with fear in the darkness. The things he was saying were just horrifying, they were so terrible, so ... wrong... so... dark. It felt like his dirty talk was breaking down her mind and turning her into the slave that she was. All that mattered now was his pleasure, and part of her, the darker part, liked this.

Another smack rattled her face this time, leaving a sting. He grunted. 

"You be good like I told you to." 

Nodding, she bore down, remembering her kegel exercises, finally executing a few. 

"There you go," he said in an almost soothing voice, "that's it." 

He then punished her with another volley of thrusts, this time more violent, overpowering her lame efforts. She screamed. His cock seemed to swell and harden even more inside her, punishing her with its roughness. Whenever she flexed around him, the pleasure washed back in, and when she relaxed, it was replaced with pain; the exchange was horrifyingly delicious. She was horrified at herself, that at some level, she was enjoying this.

"Good girl," he grunted, removing his hat and now leaning further into the van over her to drill her deeper, "You do that some more, just be quiet now, that's it. Unh." 

The thrusts somehow became deeper, more earnest, and both his hands roughly tilted her hips up towards him, opening her legs as wide as they would go. She whimpered, trying so hard to be quiet and fearing for her life. She knew she would do anything for him now, just to get away alive. She had to admit to herself that at one level, this barbaric rape did feel incredibly good, her fantasy-come-true was even better, and darker, than she could ever have imagined.

Then the thrusting stopped; now he was panting and leaning heavily against the bumper, pinning her, buried deep in her and grinding slowly as if probing for extra space. There was none; she was straining to accommodate him, he felt easily thicker than the opening between her narrow hip bones. He used one rough hand to fully stroke and then stuff his cock into her as he enjoyed the enormous pressure of her shocked cunt, still struggling to expel him. 

He kept his hand in place, guiding his cock in and occasionally forcing a finger or two in alongside to stroke himself, coaxing frantic little cries from her as she writhed limply, legs spread eagle under him. Sensing her weakness, he hissed into her ear, 

"You can scream all you want to now little lady, nobody can hear you out here. Just do what I tell you." 

His cock was now nudging against her cervix, driving her insane with fear and pleasure. At first she did scream, half pain, half pleasure, as fingers and cock swirled into her, probing and retreating. 

Then she fell silent, as she sensed him gathering up his energy. Both his rough, massive hands came down on her breasts, crushing them with his weight as his cock stroked in and out of her at his own selfish tempo, with no regard for her pleasure or pain, and he let out small, satisfied grunts. She sensed a long-overdue urgency in him as she forced fluttering kegels, desperate to please him and end this. An involuntary orgasm overtook her and her hips bucked, his weight pressed even more down on her now, overwhelming her mostly naked body with his mostly clothed one. The rough edges of his jacket scraped her bare nipples, she sucked in the fresh air that came in over his shoulder, smelling campfire and trees. 

The van rocked steadily on its shocks. She was slowly becoming used to his size. Every time she relaxed her cunt, however, he slapped her right hip the way a cowboy would smack a slow horse, gruffly demanding, 

"You're going to ride this horse as long as it wants to go, so hold on tight. Yeah, good girl, suck on it with your tight little cunt." 

She did her best to comply, although she was getting weak and sore as he ruthlessly plundered her, forcing her open every time she tried to contract around him. After what seemed like an endless session, he stopped short, laughing breathlessly. 

"You're starting to like it aren't you? That's my girl. You know you want that big fat cock buried inside you, splitting you in two, you know you want me to pound you until it hurts. You're going to want it even more soon. You'll see. You're learning." 

Her untethered leg flailed as her mind and body blurred under this new layer of darkness. A hard hand slapped her on the inside of the thigh, pushing it back open, and he barked,

"Just remember what I taught you. You give me what I want and you'll be just fine, you'll even like it. Now tighten up again."

She could barely move, she struggled to please him once more as her ravaged cunt burned, only she lost the battle and this time his massive cock slipped impossibly deeper into her; the pain was blinding, almost like it was in her bowels. She sobbed hysterically. His hands scooped under her ass, pulling her halfway out of the van beyond the curtains, she could only imagine what it looked like from the outside. The angle changed and the pain subsided, and he started pumping into her again, his rough hands gripping her legs at the hip joint around him like vises. 

This time, it felt so good she found herself wanting him to do this, wanting him to fuck her, wanting him deep and dark inside of her. 

Stretched between the shackles on her wrists and ankle, and him, she felt at once pulled and pounded, caught in a tug of war between her restraints and his merciless fuck. Her wrists were on fire where the tethers held her, she was sure they were bleeding, and her one cuffed ankle was a far away, brilliant spot of burning pain, almost not even a part of her any more. She was completely unable to move, given over to him, owned. 

To her own horror, the darkness swept through her and she felt her own orgasm flush, this time drawing low oddly happy sobs from her beyond her control. She could feel her own come rolling down her ass in the cooler outside air, now there was no way she could hide her pleasure. He would know, and somehow this made it worse, made her even more disgusted with herself, made her even more his slave. 

Then, miraculously, he tensed one last time and he finally, mercifully exploded inside her, his hot liquid flowing deliciously deep into her whether she wanted it or not. She could hear him breathing out, not sighing in pleasure like a lover, but in quiet satisfaction like man pleasuring himself in that secret, dirty way. He muttered as he withdrew and lowered her back into the van, 

"Next time, we'll really see what you're made of."

As soon as he'd finished, he was gone, the doors of the van closed, and she was alone in the darkness again, lightly sobbing and shuddering with exquisite confusion, pain, and tingling pleasure. The darkness was now inside her and to her own frank horror, she realized she was already looking forward to his next visit.

Hours passed, she slept fitfully, waking to the slightest noise outside the van door. Chirping crickets, cooing turtledoves, rustles in the trees, they jolted her awake like a hunted animal. 

Every time, she feared and anticipated what would happen next, like she was rehearsing for it. She imagined the doors opening again, the restraints on her ankles and wrists yanking her into position, that stranger's hands roughly forcing her to open to him, his cock plundering into her, his raspy voice coaching her through it. After a while, the nightmare became a dark fantasy. She found herself hoping for it, wanting him, wanting to be forced, filled, fucked senselessly. 

At some point, she knew it was dawn. The light seeping in through the cardboarded van windows, the temperature of the air, the sounds outside, these all told her that daylight, and the unknown, had come. She heard footsteps passing back and forth past the van. She heard muffled voices. She flinched, dozed, awoke in a panic, then in a wet dream that replayed the day before. She could practically feel that violent cock churning inside her now, rough and mindless. The day dragged on, nothing happened, it began to feel like an eternity to her. She was starting to crave that dark, rough fuck, nothing else mattered. She was horrified with herself, yet unable to control the burning hunger in her cunt.

At what must have been twilight, she awoke with both terror and hope at the sound of men's voices, now very close outside the van. She could not make out whole sentences, only snippets of conversation, sounds, laughs. She overheard the words "wildcat," then something about "breaking her in." She was terrified, horrified, and at the same time, confused by her own eagerness. Part of her could hardly stand the anticipation.

Finally, she felt a tug on the rope restraint on her wrist. More voices. The doors opened, and now she could make out what they were saying. 

"So I'll have her first, and then you'll fuck it into her. Just wait till you see this pretty little pussy."

The other man grunted in agreement, and the curtains parted. What happened next was almost an exact copy of the night before. The man wearing the hat tightened the restraints on her arms and legs, spreading her legs wide but leaving her back on the bed, his rough hands forced his thick cock into her, he grunted and thrust into here without mercy or pause. This time there was something different, something rushed about it. 

Even as he lay into her with the final volley of thrusts, making the van lurch on its shocks, she sensed that he was rushing through it in order to get on to the next thing. She still came, she couldn't help it now. She'd been so aroused all day, just his breath against her neck, his hands under her ass, these made her scream and buck underneath him, beg him for more, lift her hips up to him to meet his thrust. He finished more quickly this time, withdrawing from the van out of breath and clearly pleased.  

"Alright buddy, now we've got my jizz in her, you fuck it into her good and hard. We want you to drive it home with that big black cock of yours, shove it hard and deep into her. Then for sure we'll break her." 

The other man replied, chuckling, "Whatever you say man, as long as I get some pussy. "

The curtains parted wide this time, letting what little light was left into the darkness. A tall black man towered over her, hunching low to fit his head under the doorway. She was surprised to see that he was very good looking. He smiled in at her eagerly, then laughed aloud, exclaiming back to the other man,"

"Shoo-eeh! This is the prettiest little white pussy I've ever seen, you got that right. My lucky day!"

Even in her mild fear, she smiled up at him. He was almost sweet and sexy, and she knew whatever he did was going to be fun. She knew, secretly, that she was in safe hands, at least, for the moment. He was already petting his hardon, which she could barely see in the dim light down below. He played with the restraints with his other hand, watching her body as he manipulated it. 

"You know, these ropes and all are a great idea but I think I want to start kind of old school here. Can we loosen them up a little on her arms? "

She felt the tension on her wrists release, and she was able to use her hands to prop herself upright even though the ankle restraints still held her legs firmly spreadeagle. His long arms reached in, slid her on her ass closer to the entrance to the van, spreading her legs wider. She squealed at his touch, it was electrifying, she wanted more. Sitting up now, she got a better view of him, his sculpted torso, lean belly, and, as she suspected, massive cock. It was mostly hard now, resting on the mattress between them, easily ten inches long and almost as thick as her wrist.

She knew how to play this, she knew her captors wanted a struggle. She yelped in fear, tried to scuttle back away from him, but his arm held her firm as he chuckled, enjoying her fear.

"Now you gotta play along or I'll have to string you up again alright? Wouldn't you rather I fucked you good instead of just hard?"

Without waiting for an answer, his mouth was on hers, kissing her roughly, shoving his tongue into her mouth. She let him, kissed him back, sucked hungrily on his tongue, and moaned. She felt his fingers sliding along her thigh, exploring her clit, cupping her cunt, and then slowly, surprisingly gently entering her. His fingers were smooth and thick, she loved how wet and soft she felt in his hands, so exposed and powerless. She pushed her pussy against his hand, suckled his tongue, moaning again. 

He pulled his mouth away, licking his lips, eyeing her. His cock was now fully at the ready, rock hard and throbbing, bobbing and almost nudging her tits. He cupped her jaw with one hand as he loosened the ankle restraints with the other, and drew her mouth down to his cock. He almost whispered to her, as if giving her some secret escape code,




Darkness



"I just need you to suck me for a little while, get things started off right."

She leaned forward, wrapped her hungry mouth around his cock, and swallowed and licked as best she could in her awkward position. It seemed huge, a little soft, but without her hands she could not feel how long it was. She knew she was not doing it justice; with her legs spread to either side, at the wrong angle from the floor of the van, with the bumper getting in the way, she could only tease him. And she knew that was just what he wanted. He wanted her to tease him, show her eagerness, and then she knew he wanted her to resist him. 

As if sensing this, he lifted her jaw off his cock, tilted her back, and drew up the leg restraints tighter than they had ever been. She felt her feet leave the bed of the van, rising on either side in a V shape, until her ass lifted from the bed and she hung there helplessly, at almost the perfect height for him to fuck her. She felt the broad head of his cock nudge at her cunt, prodding, urgent, and warm. It felt more like she was straddling a bicycle seat than a cock, it was so thick. It pressed against the bones on either side, squishing her lips wide as he nudged more urgently into her, lubricated by all the cum that was already dripping out of her from the first man. The hot, slithery sensation was delicious, dirty, dark.

As the bulging cockhead passed the entrance to her still tight but sore cunt, she felt both terror and overwhelming joy. The stretching sensation as he gently swung her like a pendulum back and forth, further onto his cock each time, brought her waves of panic and then pleasure. She could feel nothing else, not the rubbing of the restraints on her ankles, not the stress on her hip joints from the awkward position, not even his hot hands as they manipulated her hips, toyed with her nipples, and swung her gently, patiently onto his cock in tiny, delicate little motions. All she could feel was the immense pressure of him invading her, forcing her open, shoving aside her insides, taking total and merciless control of her cunt. And it was good, so incredibly good. Part of her wanted him to just ram it into her all the way, drive deep into her, and drill her senseless. She knew that would come soon. Encouraging him, she screamed. 

"Aaaah! aah! ahhh!," almost like he was hurting her but not quite. She knew he liked it, he smiled as his cock thickened, hardened, throbbed inside of her. She squirmed in her restraints as if trying to escape.

"She is a little wildcat, she wants it bad!" he chuckled back to his friend. 

She squirmed again. She couldn't see beyond the enormous man who was fucking her, but she imagined he had an audience, and could just see what the scene must look like from outside the van. Her lithe, pale ankles splayed wide and high, his hulking dark frame pouring over her, his ass gently clenching and relaxing as he carefully thrust his massive cock into her.

As she relaxed her cunt and let him thrust deeper into her, she heard him mutter something to the other man and then the tension on her ankles relented, just as the black man's hands scooped her thighs around his hips and now he had her almost fully outside the van, riding his cock in the open air with only the one man in the hat to see. Even overwhelmed as she was with the sensation of that enormous cock thrusting into her, she looked around, trying to figure out where she was. But before she could make out anything more than trees and more darkness, all went black as she felt a cloth blindfold being tied over her eyes. 

She screamed again as the man's cock pushed mercilessly deeper still into her cunt. She could feel the other man's come lubricating the way, breaking down her resistance, and somewhere in her mind, she wanted more of it, more come shooting deep inside her, more cock driving it home, and more darkness. She felt herself being lowered back onto the bed in the van now, the cock never leaving her but rather, pinioning her, spreading her legs wide, forcing her to obey. She felt the van bumper under her ass, she felt his weight crushing down on her, she loved it, she opened herself to him, hoping there was more cock to shove inside her. And there was, lots more. He shoved the final few inches in with a grunt like he was lifting something heavy. 

She screamed, in pain, pleasure, and warmth. She felt the other man's come being pushed deep inside her, and the man fucking her now sped up his tempo, held her down by the hips, bucked his cock into her now violently, grunting hungrily, 

"Unh, yeah unh fuck you're tight, ungh! 

The other man was hovering over the black boy's shoulder, barking orders. His raspy voice almost made her come on the spot,

"Now remember what we learned, little lady. Bear down on that cock, squeeze tight on it, suck on it. "

He turned to the black man, who was still fucking her deep and rough, breathing heavy into her neck.

"You feel her squeezing your cock, milking it? You feel like she's being a good little cunt?"

A hard smack on her hip rocked her alert. Terrified of what may come next, she bore down with all that was left in her, concentrating on the squeezing the enormous cock that was invading her. She almost laughed, the task was nearly impossible, she was so ravaged and he had her stretched so wide open she had hardly any control at all. The cock continued to pound into her, hitting the back wall of her cunt and almost hurting her insides. But she wanted it desperately, she wanted to feel it explode hot and running inside her. 

The black man nodded and grunted to the man in the hat. 

"Unh, yeah, she's pretty fuckin' tight. She's clamped down good and hard. But I think I want to blow this little cunt up. She's never had that and I can tell she wants it."

The man in the hat clapped the black stud on the back, replying, 

"Well you have your way with her, just as long as you fuck my come deep up into her firstly is all that matters. We will break her one way or the other."

She heard him walking away, as the massive black cock continued to pound relentlessly into her. Waves of pleasure washed over her as she felt the heat of his building climax. 

Then he shifted his hulking weight off her, and he did something she had never experienced. She felt his hand wrapping around the base of his cock, squeezing and gathering up the ravaged, dripping lips of her cunt and her spasming, stretched, overloaded clit into a sort of messy, slippery handful of flesh. She felt her most sensitive parts rub maddenly tight and rough around the hilt of his cock as he continued to plunge the remaining few inches of it in and out of her, brushing her G-spot with each stroke. She felt his hard hand shucking her labia and clit up and down on his cock as he continued to fuck her, like she was a masturbator toy instead of a cunt; it was rough, overwhelming, and the friction built up a wonderful heat with every stroke. The sensation was so intense that she heard herself baying aloud without even recognizing her own voice. 

He was playing with her most sensitive spots and teasing her at the same time, making her want his whole cock banging inside her up to the hilt, and yet making her come hard on her clit and shallow Gspot instead. He giggled, grunted, and then she felt his cock buck in his powerful hand, she saw his eyes widen, and all at once, he released his cock and pitched forward onto her, only to drive deep into her for a few more powerful, mind-blowing thrusts as he spurted what felt like load after load into her like a hot, viscous fountain. She saw colors, the world vanished, and then darkness overcame her completely.

She lay there whirling and tingling in orgasm for a long time as she felt him peel his body off hers, extract himself, remove her blindfold, and gently slide her limp body back into the van. The doors closed, and darkness deepened outside, and she knew that she had been completely and utterly broken, all her tidy reservations were stripped away, she felt raw and wild. She could only think of one thing, and that was the sensation of her cunt being filled and pounded by massive, rough, relentless cock, and drenched in the come of many men. 

She wanted more, more of that darkness, as it overtook her and she drifted fitfully off to sleep, only to be started in her sleep by the occasional micro-orgasm as her mind and body relived the past two days.



Darkness



I walk into the house of a man I've never met. He is wearing a mask so I can't see his face. We have been communicating online and I am throwing my caution to the wind. I am trusting him. He stands there waiting for me to come to him. Clad in only latex pants, I tremble. I don't know what awaits me, and I can't stand the anticipation.

He takes my hand. I wear what he has told me to wear. Nothing. Under my coat, I wear nothing, because he is my master. I am his.

Leading me downstairs, he says nothing, and I can't. Fear and lust create the perfect storm, and I can already feel how wet I am. I am aching for him to touch me.

As we walk into his room, he points to a contraption. A sawhorse. I look at him, look at the sawhorse, and hesitate. Swiftly he moves to me, rips my coat off, grabs me by the throat, and pushes me backwards in the direction of the bench. Feeling his bare hand, his fingers tightening around my neck, sends another shock of pleasure to my cunt. Oh, God.

I turn around, still not quite knowing how he wants me to position myself so again I hesitate. He slaps my ass, hard, and then pushes me into the bench, so I bend over, my ass sticking up. Quickly he grabs my wrists and quickly straps them in with buckles, pulling them tight against the padded arm rests. He moves around to my legs, strapping my ankles tight, tighter. I can't move.

I feel so helpless. My breasts are crushed against the padding. He then takes a blindfold and covers my eyes. My senses become even more heightened. I am scared. I don't know what he is going to do, when he is going to do it. Will it hurt? Will he start out gently? Rough?

I then hear a whisper of movement, followed by a crack!! It must be his hand, and my right ass cheek absorbs the shock, the pain, the pleasure. Just as soon as I let out a squeak, his hand smacks my ass, harder, on the other side. His fingers trail up my back, leaving fire in their place. Up and up they go, until they grab my long ponytail and whip my head back. His hand grabs my throat again, and he moves his face so close to mine. I can feel his breath. He then lays his other hand gently on my cheek, caressing me.

"Yes," I say, softly. "Please, more."

He moves around to my right, I can hear his footfalls. He walks away. "No," I whimper. "Come back to me. I'll do anything!!" He comes back, I can hear him, feel him coming closer.

And then the riding crop makes its first mark on my back. Swiftly, it comes down again, lower, then lower again. I arch my back as much as allowed when I feel the tip of the crop pressing against the lips of my pussy, slowly sliding down, stopping on my clit. I moan...Jesus that feels so wonderful, I feel so close to cumming already. My pussy, so wet. Then the crop comes down on my ass, over and over again, so hard that tears start streaming down my face and I try so hard not to cry out in pain, but I do anyway. I can't help it. It stops. So suddenly. And then I feel it, his breath on my hot, wet cunt. His tongue makes contact, sliding from my clit up to my hole, slowly he probes his tongue inside, his lips sucking on me. His tongue moves around and around while I grind against his mouth. He stops, brings his hand down hard twice on my ass. "STOP!" I am surprised to finally hear him speak. "Don't move, or I will have to punish you."

I want his mouth on me again, so I stop moving, staying as still as possible. But...instead I feel something else. Oh wow, it's his cock, so hard, moving his head up and down my slit. I try so hard not to move but it's impossible. He stops, start slapping me again, on my ass over and over again. Stinging, it's almost numb. He moves around in front of me, grabs my hair and pulls my head back again.

"Open your mouth," he orders. I do what he says. Always. And he takes my blindfold off, at the same time slamming his cock in my mouth, down my throat. I gag at first, not ready for this. He fills my throat until he is all the way in, his balls swaying against my chin, under. He pulls out slowly, oh so slowly. I feel his cock pulsing. Just when he is almost out, he thrusts his cock down my throat again, but now he starts a pounding rhythm. In. Out. In. Out. I choke. I can hardly breathe. He reaches over my back and glides 1, 2, then 3 fingers inside me. I shudder, and an orgasm shatters through me.

He pulls out and walks behind me. He rams his thick hard dick inside my dripping pussy, so fast I whimper. He grabs my ass with both hands and unrelenting thrusts harder and harder. I can't control myself and I cum again, screaming out loud. My cunt pulses around his cock, and he pulls out before exploding, shooting his cum over my ass, on my back.

"Thank you, master." I nearly whisper this as I am still feeling the rippling of my last orgasm pulse inside of me.

The blindfold comes back on, and then I hear the sound of a piece of duct tape ripping. Before I can say anything, he covers my mouth tightly. I try to talk, but I can't.

He kisses me on the cheek. "You have been a good girl, but you still need to be punished. You came before I told you to. I'll see you tomorrow."

He walks out of the room, leaving me in darkness.



Darkness



The unmistakable staccato click of high heels punctuating the conversational din first caught his attention.   He was a regular here, often interrupting his commute from office to apartment by ducking into his favorite watering hole for a quick drink or the diversion of pleasant conversation.  His visits had become even more frequent after the failure of his air conditioner.  In his opinion, it was impossible to survive the late day heat of a summer in L.A. without it.  So he waited here, until cool darkness crept in on velvet wings and lowered the temperature of his living quarters from Hellish to merely annoying.  He considered himself good looking and, judging by the attention frequented upon him by the women at the bar, he was right.  Usually he ignored the advances thrown his way but he felt on edge tonight.  The sound of the heels pushed him into full arousal.  He needed sex tonight.   He wanted it now.

He nursed his drink while his eyes scanned the dimness of the bar for the source of the clicking sounds.  He located her standing by a corner table in conversation with two women seated there.  With her back to him it was impossible to make out many details.  She was taller than average, her height accentuated by the four-inch, glossy black stiletto heels she wore.   Her legs reminded him of a gazelle, long and lean with the calves forming tight muscular balls under the heels’ influence.  

His gaze tracked up the length of her legs to where her thighs disappeared under the hem of her little black dress.  It lingered on the tight, black cloth molded over the muscular roundness of her ass.    Her hair, brown with blonde highlights, cascaded downward, contrasting sharply with the silky scarf draped around her throat and the tan of her exposed back.  He wanted her.  He felt his balls tighten with anticipation.

She stiffened, feeling his eyes upon her.   Pivoting smoothly she turned and faced him as she sought the source of the unseen, sexual energy.  The inaudible click of her gaze meeting his stopped all noise except the hammering pulse of his heart.  With a quick flick of his wrist, he downed his drink then jerked his head in the direction of the door leading out to the sultry Los Angeles evening.  Her return nod was almost imperceptible.  The front of his pants bulged noticeably as he opened the door into the dusky light.

Exiting the bar, he turned towards his office building one block away.  Urged on by the fire in his loins, he walked hurriedly through the gathering darkness.  Behind him he could hear the clack of impatient heels matching his pace.  He reached the front door of the office building.   He grabbed his wallet and removed the key pass that allowed him after-hours entry.  The heels approached as he ran the card through the reader and opened the door.  

He felt the door taken by another hand as he stepped into the lobby, dimly lit in a compromise between vision and economy.   He strode towards an open elevator, the marble floor and concrete walls of the lobby echoing the sharp reports of her pursuit.  As he entered the elevator, it was flooded with the sweet scent of her perfume.  He pressed the button that closed the doors and sent the elevator up to his office floor.  He turned.  Smoldering green eyes mirrored his desire.  He told her that he wanted her as he grasped her scarf and used it to pull her to him.

Their mouths met.  Probing tongues met in a lust driven frenzy.  Her fingernails raked the front of his bulging erection and sought the zipper imprisoning the object of her desire.  The zipper opened and his cock sprang out.  He pulled her willing head to his cock.  Her scarf came off into his hands as she dropped to her knees and took his rock hard prick between her crimson lips.  He dropped the scarf so he could grab her hair, and use it to hold her head as he fucked her mouth.  Her tongue swirled and twisted under the shaft sliding in and out of her lips.   His cock plunged deep into her throat.   His hips bucked, urged on by her skilled tongue.  She tasted his salty pre-cum and felt his shaft tighten as he neared orgasm.   She stopped fluttering her tongue.  Her hand grasped the base of his cock and squeezed to keep him from cumming.  She wanted him to fuck her before he came.   The elevator bell rang.  He pulled his slick cock from her mouth and zipped up his pants.  She stood. The elevator doors opened and they went to his office.

Once through the office door, he spun her around to face him and pressed her back against the reception desk.  Sliding his hands under her dress, he grasped the sides of her thong and pulled.   The fabric parted easily as he tore them from her body. He brought the moist fabric to his face and inhaled the heady scent of her femininity.  He un-did the zipper on the back of her dress and pulled it down to her waist.  Her thong dropped forgotten as she helped him pull her dress down the rest of the way.  Wearing only her stiletto heels, she leaned back against the desk.  His fevered gaze lingered on every part of her naked body then focused on her clean-shaven snatch.   His cock jutted out, as he pulled down his pants and underwear in one swift motion then kicked his legs free of their confinement.

His hands slid under her thighs lifting her ass onto the desk while he spread he legs open to completely reveal her pussy.  Her gash lay open, inviting, and wet with her lust.  She grasped his prick and pulled him into her. The insistent press of her hands on his ass told him that she wanted to be fucked and fucked now.  He held her knees and rested her calves on his forearms as he plunged into her.  Moans ripped from her throat with each of his strokes.   She leaned back on her arms, and pushed her hips forward to meet him and drive him further inside of her. 

She threw her head back, lost in the building heat.  Waves of pleasure washed over her obliterating everything but her coming explosion.  Hot juice from her pussy coated the fucktool slamming into her. Every thrust pushed him to climax.  He groaned as the tightness from deep inside his balls pushed through his cock as spurting jets of hot cum filled her snatch.  Heat pulsed from her pussy as she pulled his ass in and held it as she shuddered and came with him.  Sweat poured off of her heated body.  Her legs shook with the force of her release.  Panting from his exertions, he stepped back as his spunk dribbled from her fuck hole.  Her smoldering eyes stared up at him.  He wanted to eat her messy cunt.

He dropped to his knees and slid her ass down the desk so it and her freshly fucked pussy were in front of his face.  He placed two of his fingers into her pussy and coated them with their mingled juices.  His fingers slid from the inside of her cunt to the tight pucker of her asshole.  He pressed them against her anus and began a gentle circular motion.  Her hips responded, pressing hard against his fingertips.  He worked both digits into her ass using a gentle pressing-stretching motion.  He felt the muscles inside her grab his fingers as she slid her hips forward to engulf them up to the knuckle.   He felt her asshole tighten as he worked his fingers carefully back and forth


He began to kiss and lick the inside of her thighs. Each motion of his mouth brought his tongue closer to her freshly fucked pussy. His tongue caressed the soft flesh of her shaven mound. In ever tightening circles it flicked closer and closer to her fleshy slit. He paused then quickly flicked the tip of his tongue against her hard clit. She trembled with pleasure. His tongue left her clit and circled her labia, sucking on the clean-shaved lips, biting them softly and wrenching a moan from deep in her throat before moving back to her clit. As his lips gently kissed the hard button his tongue flicked out, sending fresh shivers through her body. He slid his hungry mouth to her gash and stuck his tongue into her cream filled slit. He tasted their mingled fuck-juice. Mindlessly she grabbed his hair, pulling his face tighter against her aching, wet snatch. She ground her pussy against his face, his tongue buried deep inside of her lapping at her soft, deep, inner flesh. He drew his flattened tongue against her slit back to her clit. Wrapping his lips around the hard little nub, he sucked it into his mouth and abraded the surface lightly with his teeth.  Her body shook again as she began to cum hard and fast. He slammed his fingers deep into her ass and stretching her open, driving her even further into a screaming, bucking, cumfest. She coated his face with hot, thick cunt honey. He pulled his fingers from her clenched ass and he stood. She gave a soft whimper as he pulled away. 

His cock was hard again.  He wanted to fuck her ass so he gently turned her over and pressed his cock against her tight brown hole.  When she felt the silken head of his cock against her ass, she reached back to spread her cheeks.  He entered her ass and slowly and smoothly began to rock his hips back and forth.  Gently, but with increasing urgency he slid his cock in and out.  Her eyes closed, she matched his rhythm.  He felt his climax approaching.  He pulled his cock out of her ass and sprayed thick ropes of cum over her white ass cheeks.   His fingers massaged the hot stickiness into her quivering muscles.

Exhausted, she needed help to sit up.  She leaned against him as he gently rubbed her trembling body.  Eventually, they dressed.  She primped her hair and freshened her make-up.  Together they left the office and entered the elevator.  She looked for her scarf, dropped in the heat of their earlier passion, but could not find it.  They left the elevator, walked through the lobby, and into the darkness outside.  She gave him her business card with her name and telephone number and returned to the bar where her friends waited.

The security guard entered the office on his final check.  He carried the scarf he had found in the elevator.  The scent of musk assailed him.  Somebody had been here recently.  Very recently he mused as he picked up the still wet thong and put it in his pocket.  He probably would have interrupted them if he had not started his rounds from the other end of the building.  He glanced at the dim red light of the security camera covering the reception desk of the office as he closed the door and headed down to watch the tape.  




Darkness & Light



All the symptoms were there. There was no denying any of them. He knew it and, then too, knew the feelings of helplessness that went with them. Life had been a cruel task master for Leachim and, now, approaching his thirtieth birthday, the helpless, depressive feelings were whelming up inside once again. 

All the questions, all the regrets, all of the days, months and years that passed without fulfillment brought him to this point once more. He shook his head, silently, wondering why there were never any answers. Mentally, he felt debilitated. He was slipping from rational thought, consumed in dark thoughts. 

For Leachim, levity, even simple laughter, was a stranger. He couldn't recall the last time he'd had a genuine reason for laughter. Over the years he'd grown suspicious of people that laughed too much. Something was surely wrong he reminded himself and often. He was certain many of those people laughed for other reasons, perhaps personal, nasty, reasons; masked, cruel, responses to those around them they thought lesser of. 

But, this particular morning, Leachim managed a cruel little smile, of his own, and even followed it with a small chuckle. Leachim's thoughts turned to his life again. This morning his mind bent the thoughts, comparing his journey through life to that of a small child placed on a merry-go-round. The circular motion of the ride compared favorably to his life, he thought. Each time he was tossed from the ride, following some self destructive path, he was somehow thrown right back on to the whirling ride, never quite knowing how or why. Each return frightened him more, making the effort harder and harder to maintain a solid grip - on his ride of life. "What was the point?" He muttered.

His cruel smile faded and Leachim Nuthrof felt his time was coming to an end, for real this time. He had made that circular journey, perhaps, for the final time. There was no golden ring, waiting to be plucked from a pole, for him. There was no higher purpose to his life. (A folly that he once entertained after giving thought to having escaped death on several occasions.) Long ago, Leachim gave up believing in God, fate perhaps, but not God. Grabbing another cigarette a form of, slow, corporal punishment he believed, Leachim lit it. For some reason the arcade game, Pong, came to mind.

"Pong! Yes, that was a better analogy." He said aloud, exhaling a long stream of cancerous smoke from his lungs. He used to love that game, as he recalled. He was good at it too. At least about as good as he was at the game of life. Somehow it all made sense to him. The ups and downs, slow – then faster and faster – back and forth went the small orb. As long as he kept the ball going he won. The trouble for Leachim was he could never keep it going. It always slipped by him at some point. Game over. Start again.

So, here he sat at the start of another day waiting for the incessant phone rings of bill collectors, looking for their money. Most were automated and Leachim knew nothing would stop them, short of payment and that he didn't have. Once again, Leachim felt the small white orb had slipped by his paddle. "Fuck!" he muttered. 

This day was to be different though, at least in one respect. Setting at his table he'd made a decision and this time it wasn't with uncertain conviction, as in times past. This time, Leachim was ending the game willingly with no desire to restart it; Leachim had stepped off the merry go-round, set his Pong paddle down. What Leachim didn't know was that his particular life game would restart, with or without his permission. There would be a twist that even he could never expect.

Following the first dun call, Leachim jerked the phone line from his phone. He rose silently and stripped down, as he walked into his bedroom. It was a game he played with himself, when these thoughts came around. Stepping in front of the full length mirror, Leachim tried viewing himself as others might, after he was dead. Thoughts of pale, cold, flesh entered his mind, sending a chill through him. It delighted him in some perverse way and his thoughts turned to other more chilling visions, visions of blood. Long streams of his thick, red, blood oozing from beneath his shatter head, a victim of a self inflicted gunshot wound. The cruel, little, smile crossed his lips once again. "Why should he make his death neat?" He thought. Messy, gory, a real shocker for people to get sick over and shake their heads wondering the "why" of it all and the expanded thought seemed to satisfy Leachim and his smile widened. 

Leachim's eyes wandered his body, taking in his frail body. He wasn't muscular. Average might accurately describe him but, Leachim felt otherwise. As often happened during these times, Leachim got sexually excited, really never knowing why. His eyes looked over his nudity, as his hands lightly trailed his skin leaving goose bumps everywhere they touched. His erection was no surprise either, nor the strength and hardness of it; to Leachim it was right and proper and he only wished it would last after his death. He recalled past thoughts of taping a suicide note to his erect penis, like a flag on a pole; and his grin widened, as he imagined the note fluttering in front of those viewing him in death. What the note would say never occurred to him, it was just the act, the final vision for those who found him dead – and still hard! 

The intensity of his erection called out to him and Leachim walked off to the shower, forgetting his desire to be hard after death. There was a more urgent need and he satisfied it while the hot water beat down on him. Leachim cried out the names of the few women he had ever known, and been with during his short life, as he stroked his manhood furiously in the shower. His legs weakened, his body started to shake with the pending climax and just as the first thick stream of cum shot from his cock, he reared back his head and cried out his sister's name – Rosemary!

Two

Oblivious to Leachim's newest resolve, Rose was starting her day on the other side of town. Rosemary, at first glance, seemed a plain looking woman, 5 years Leachim's junior. Like her brother she too had experience at the down side of life. She may have seemed plain but, a second glance told another story. She chose to keep her considerable feminine attributes hidden. The black, long haired, tangle of curls sweeping down along either side of her face, made her look as if she'd just gotten out of bed most days. Her eyes were a deep, intense, blue shade and she'd never show cased them with make-up. Her large, black framed, glasses were a way to diminish their beauty, which satisfied her. Nor, had she bothered calling attention to her pouting, full, lips by using lipstick or gloss of any kind. Rose chose simple and often baggy clothing, hiding her taught up-turned 34 C cupped breasts; breasts that gave way to the soft, sensuous, mound of her belly. If not for her fair, pale skin, Rose could have easily been of another race, as her perfectly rounded and tight buttocks might attest to. That is, had anyone been able to see the delicious way they bounced and wiggled. Rose was her mother's daughter, a beauty unwilling to show it. 

Without knowing, Rose shared the morning with Leachim in one respect, she was thinking and none of it was good. She'd quit her job at the department store the day before. It wasn't much of a job anyway, she mused pouring herself a second cup of coffee. It was pure denial on her part as she was, mentally, unwilling to acknowledge the sexual abuse she'd endured over her time there. "Better to just leave – yup better." She thought out loud.

Rose stood to raise the kitchenette window shade and shivered. The thought of the manager's thick, groping, fingers came to mind. The shade opened to a world of dark, overcast skies, filled with a cold drizzling rain and she closed her eyes, cursing silently. Another uninvited thought entered her mind, causing her to wince and near vomit as the thought brought to mind the manager's foul smelling breath – breath laced with the odor of cigar smoke and the rotting smell of undigested food between his teeth. A single tear pooled in her right eye and oozed over her eye lid, running down her cheek. Rose remained staring out the window, unconscious of the fact she was clutching her vulva, tightly, trying to erase his touch.   

Rosemary was one of, perhaps, thousands of thousands of women that endured such workplace cruelty. She had been predisposed, you could say. Leachim had been gone from the family home nearly five years when life slammed down hard on Rose. Rose started school late, the fate of those born at the wrong time of year. Approaching her nineteenth birthday and graduation, she arrived home to her very drunk father, one day. Enduring his crude remarks and leering stares for all as she dared, she'd run into her room in tears. She wouldn't be safe – not this day.

Nothing prepared her for the ultimate cruelty by her father, not the obscene gestures of the other girls at school; not the groping feels of the boys; not the hurtful comments or the way nearly everyone shunned her. In screams of agony and pain, Rosemary felt her father take away her virginity; and the hideous onslaughts would not end until the night she slipped away, scared, ashamed and worse of all pregnant. She'd run to Leachim that night. Their mother had died years back, the victim of an accident but, not if you questioned their father. He had other ideas and freely shared them with his children, who he blamed the most, and often, in his drunken stupors. 

She felt safe only in her brother's company. Leachim had taken care of her that night. She agreed to the abortion, enduring it as only a woman can. What happened after that is what frightened her the most. Leachim disappeared two weeks later and never discussed where he'd gone when he returned. Rosemary's only hint was a news report involving a man found dead, an apparent accident victim. Officials were searching for anyone knowing the man, as no identification was found on his person. Rosemary nearly fainted when the artist's rendering was shown on TV, along with a number to call – all calls were confidential they noted.

The only satisfaction Rose received from Leachim was a knowing smile. Nothing more was ever said about the man's passing, and Leachim made Rose promise she wouldn't call. "He can rot in hell Rose." Leachim had said, before walking off.

It was then that Rose decided Leachim should never know about anything else – couldn't know. She endured. She quit jobs and moved on, explaining to Leachim she simply wanted a change or more money, anything but the truth. Rose was destined to be a victim for life, or so she convinced herself. There were plenty of men in the world that viewed her hidden charms and submissive manner as an open invitation, which played into Rose's self-imposed convictions.

Returning to her kitchen chair, Rose tried desperately to shut down the thoughts of years past. The leering eyes, roaming hands and quick fingers, always finding access where they shouldn't be, haunted her thoughts. She squeezed her eyes tightly closed, as the visions of working the shoe store came to mind and Mr. Dean, the store manager. She hated him. It was her first real job, after fleeing home, and fear alone kept her there far too long. Dean always seemed to be around when she stood on the tall rolling step ladder, used for getting product off of high shelving. 

Shivering, in her kitchenette, Rose recalled his hand slipping under her dress, as he demanded she needed to get shoes from a higher level shelf. Her protest was always met with the same excuse, "If you fall it'll be my ass! I'm going to steady you - hurry up!"

Afraid to disobey, she would stretch higher and feel his fingers slide along the inside of her thigh, eventually working up to her panties. When she dropped back down it was if she had invited his finger intrusion. Dean would let his hand slide until his stiff fingers pushed inside her when she dropped back down. With a wild shake of her head, Rose cleared the thought but, to no avail, as another would take its place.

"God, I can't go on thinking like this." She mumbled and got up from the small table, disgusted with her self. She needed Leachim. She needed to hear his voice. But, as great as her need was, she cradled the receiver against her breast, shaking in fear she might say too much. Slowly, she replaced the receiver in its cradle and started to cry.

Three

With one hand resting on the shower wall, Leachim squeezed his penis, as he stroked down, slow and methodically, stretching his cock until the last vestige of semen oozed out. He shivered heavily, before turning off the shower. He felt better. "Maybe this isn't the right day Leachim" He said out loud and stepped from shower. Knowing he hadn't really put that much thought into the "how" of his suicide, anyway, he felt it could wait for a bit. 

"Gotta do it right." He muttered, as he toweled off.

After dressing, Leachim returned to the kitchen and plugged the phone cord back in. He decided to call into work for "What, the umpteenth time?" but, held off dialing trying to create a reason for not showing up. The dial tone hummed way too long and just as the irritating beep-beep-beep sound started up an idea hit him and he dialed quickly.

"Yeah, this is Lea – " 

"Leachim? I was just going to call you! Is everything okay?" Rosemary said, cutting him off and shocking him. 

"What? Rose? How did I – I was trying to call work. I must have dialed your number instead. Wow, that was weird 'cause I was thinking about you, actually I was going to use you as an excuse sis. Sorry."

"Oh hey, any time. So...You're taking the day off?" 

"Yeah, sick of the place and the weather too. Have you looked outside yet?" Rose never actually answered him. Instead she quickly asked another question.

"Lea, would you mind if I come over? I need some company, you know to talk."

His earlier thoughts came to mind and Leachim cursed under his breath, as he thought of the hurt his death would cause Rose. His delay in answering worried Rosemary. "Leachim?" She said softly into the phone.

"I'd love it sis. Can't think of anyone I'd rather see more, or be with – when?"

"Say an hour? I still gotta shower and all, that okay?" Rose answered, sounding relieved. 

"Sure, but, you can do that here. You left some clothes here the last time you stayed over, remember?" 

"I did? That's right, well I'll be there in a few minutes then. Think of something fun to do today. See you soon – bye." Rose replied and hung up the phone, curious as to why Leachim sounded almost desperate to see her, believing she was the only desperate one that day.

Leachim allowed another smile to cross his lips. Seeing Rose seemed perfect, he needed her company. If he did carry out his fatalistic plan he must see her first. She had to know how much he truly loved her, believing that would somehow ease the pain she would feel later. The days gloom lifted some from his mind and he set about preparing a small breakfast for them both, as he waited. 

Feeling marginally better, Rosemary sighed out her relief and scurried into her bedroom. She rolled up her night gown and tied it off, just above her knees. She was anxious and made no other special preparations for leaving, accept to pull a maroon colored stocking cap over her messy locks and grab her long, rain resistant, trench coat from the closet. A brief look in the mirror convinced her she was properly and totally covered, before she picked up her apartment keys and purse, walking out to hail a cab. Rose didn't drive. She'd never bothered to learn and it had nothing to do with saving the planet. Twenty minutes later the cab dropped her in front of Leachim's apartment complex.

The rain had let up to a light drizzle, as Rose made her way through the inner courtyard of the complex. The fall season was changing, she could feel it. Winter wasn't far off. She recalled loving that season when she was young. Now, it was yet another reason for moody thinking and cabin fever, as the northerners called it. The aroma of breakfast cooking hit Rosemary's nose, long before she arrived at Leachim's door. She only hoped it was actually coming from his place. Her stomach gurgled loudly, testifying to her hunger which she had ignored in her earlier excitement. Her knock on the door was urgent but soft.

"Hey sis, my God you look like a drowned rat, get in here!" Leachim said in greeting her, after opening the door. Rosemary stepped in and hugged her brother tightly.

"It was pouring on my end of town. You got it lucky right now." She answered and shivered in his arms.

Leachim moved to side step the closing door, with Rose still clinging to him. She loved his warmth on her cold face and the smell of breakfast on him. "Smells yummy Lea, I'm starved. It hit me walking down the hall to your place."

"Guess I did right then – you wanna eat first or take a shower?" Leachim asked, gently pushing her out from his body to look at her face and place a small kiss on her forehead.

"God let's eat, please!" Rose replied and blushed over her brothers deep staring eyes and then added, "I'm a little embarrassed Lea. I didn't really dress knowing I had clothes here. Hope you don't mind."

Leachim was reaching for her wet stocking cap and assured her it was fine, his restaurant served anyone, no matter how they were dressed. Rose laughed softly and allowed Leachim to assist her with the trench coat. He shook it hard, sending rain water flying everywhere, and hung it up on the coat rack, before actually taking note on how Rosemary was dressed.

Her tattered night gown clung to her body, damp from her outing, as Rose stood with her arms tightly braced against her breasts, shivering again. Leachim shook his head in wonder and stretched out his arm towards the kitchen table, "Madam, this way please. Your table is ready." Rose grinned and laughed easily, welcoming Leachim's warm hand on the small of her back. The knot Rose had tied served to stretch the thin gown tightly across her ass and as she walked off Leachim couldn't help notice the wonderful dance of her fleshy cheeks. "Damn, if she wasn't my sister – " He thought to himself, watching her take a seat.

"So what's on your mind sis? You sounded anxious to see me." Leachim asked, walking past the table to fill plates.

"Feeling down today and I wanted to talk to you. When you said you were taking the day off I guess I got excited. You mind?"

"Nope, it's like I said. No one more than you. I love you, you know, and seeing you is always first with me." Leachim responded not turning around.

"Yeah? Ditto."

"How's the job going? K-Mart right?" Leachim asked, turning to bring the plates.

Rose's face suddenly went blank and pale in color. She hesitated in answering, causing Leachim to roll his eyes. "Ah sis, not again. You quit didn't you? Damn girl how many has it been?" He commented and set her plate down, taking his own place at the table.

The rain started in again, this time in earnest and threatening to make it an all day event. Leachim turned away from Rosemary and sighed in disgust, looking at the newest downpour.

"Don't be angry with me Lea, I had too." Rosemary said in a pleading voice and regretted her choice of words. Leachim snapped his head around and raised an eyebrow. "Had to?"

"No, I mean wanted to! Being a stock person just wasn't for me and besides the money was terrible." Rose blurted out quickly, hoping he wouldn't think more into it. Rose began eating, thinking Leachim would drop the subject but, her nervousness was plain. Leachim grunted, grabbed his fork and, then as he raised up the first bite, caught Rose's nervous fingering of her partially open night gown top.




Darkness & Light



"Any chance you'll tell me the real reason, sis?" Leachim asked, after swallowing his first bite. 

"No – can we change the subject Lea? How are you anyway?" Rose replied without looking up from her plate and then added, "This is great Lea, I love your cooking." Leachim lost his appetite. An old hateful feeling crept threw him, a deep centered feeling from years ago. He posed another question in his mind and then dropped it. Eventually he'd find out. He knew that as well as he knew his own name.

With a sudden flash, the thought of the manager's fingers hit her and Rose sat up-right quickly, looking shocked. As she did she caught both tender nipples on the table's edge and blushed when she saw Leachim staring at her antics. Rose opened her mouth to speak, not bothering to hide the fact her nipples were hardening almost immediately. What caused her to remain silent was the sharp aching pain she felt in her nipples as Leachim stared, watching them grow hard. "Lea, don't think anything bad, okay? Nothing happened, really it didn't. I just didn't like the manager is all." Rose finally spoke out when the aching subsided. "Maybe I should go shower now? Did you think of anything to do?" She added in, trying to sound up-beat and hoping Leachim would drop whatever was on his mind.

Leachim shook his head, as he dropped his gaze. "No not yet. The showers all yours and your clothes are on my dresser. Take all the time you want." With a weak smile, Rose stood up and excused herself. Leachim was drawn once again to his sister and lifted his head. He never met her gaze or looked into her face. His eyes stopped where the clinging gown dropped past her belly. The dark triangular patch of Rosemary's mound stood out in stark contrast to the flimsy, light, material of her gown. Clearing his throat, Leachim averted his eyes quickly but, not before he felt the stirring between his legs.

"Sweet Jesus!" He muttered watching her walk off.

Four

Leachim never saw the warm smile cross Rosemary's face as she left him. He had no way of knowing about the hot, sensual, feeling Rose experienced as her gown rubbed against firm taught nipples. Rose knew all too well what caught Leachim's eyes when she stood and that knowledge fueled a desire she hadn't known in years. She closed the bathroom door silently and stood leaning against it for a long time, thinking. Finally, she shrugged off her night gown and stood naked, locking and unlocking the door, undecided on what to do.

She walked off for the shower, leaving the bathroom door unlocked. It felt deliciously bad; and, liking how she felt, she turned on the shower wondering if Leachim might need something while she was in there. He didn't. The bad thoughts faded away under the hot cascade of water, replaced by thoughts of possibilities. 

Near the end of her shower Rose noticed a glob of conditioner on the shower wall, under the shower head and just above the controls. She grinned and went to wipe off, thinking her brother a slob of male portions. Her index finger slid into the mess and she stopped, sharply inhaling when she realized what the glob actually was. Rose was mesmerized, as she rubbed her brother's thick cum between her fingers. Her guilt built up and drove her to take a quick look out the shower doors before she did the unthinkable. She closed her eyes as she raised her arm and inched her finger toward her lips. Trembling, Rose felt the heat grow between her legs and slipped the finger into her mouth. She tasted the forbidden juice, of her brother's loins, for the first time and mewed out softly to the pounding shower water.

A knock at the bathroom door snapped her out of the sensual state and her face reddened quickly. "Rose? You okay? I know I said take your time but, damn – you been in there an hour already!" Leachim's voice rang out strong, as if he stood next to the shower.

"YEAH, yeah I'm fine! Doors open if you need anything." Rose called out loudly, hoping beyond hope he'd walk in. When he didn't, Rose spent a few more frantic minutes searching for more cum and stopped only when she realized she was growing short of breath in her excitement. The shower ended with Rosemary having an idea – a forbidden idea that made her wet, the sort of wetness that a towel wouldn't stop.

She draped the towel over the shower stall and left the bathroom totally naked and walked into Leachim's bedroom. Her clothes were there, as he'd said. Her idea hadn't come with a total set of instructions but she knew that her clothing wouldn't do for what she had in mind; and so she improvised. Seeing the bedroom door partially open, she called out to Leachim. "Lea we really don't have to do anything. Any chance your fireplace still works?"

Knowing he would reply, Rose positioned herself so that if Leachim did look he'd catch sight of her. Like a cat, she played with him. She stood before his dresser and combed through her dark tresses with her fingers. She used both hands and kept them high, allowing her breasts to rise and jiggle with each arm movement. "Lea – did you hear me?" She called out again, not hearing a response.

"Okay, if that's what you want. It was working the last time I used it - are you sure Rose?" Lea finally replied. Leachim swallowed hard, his breathe turned shallow and he felt a weakness in his knees he recognized all too well; he'd caught sight of Rosemary's nude movement in his room.

"Well, I was just thinking it might be nice if we stayed in – you know just the two of us? I feel warm now and going out just sounds stupid. What do you think?" Rose added as she turned and walked out of his sight. She chanced a quick glance at the door opening and felt rewarded for her efforts. Her heart beat faster. Nothing she was doing that morning made sense to her.

Leachim was speechless. His mind raced as he recalled calling out Rosemary's name in the shower. He shuddered and absently slipped his hand into his pants to move his, now stiff, cock to a more comfortable position. "I – I, God yeah that sounds okay Rose. I have some wine I think." Leachim stammered out, unable and unwilling to take his gaze away from the bedroom door.

"Umm sounds wonderful Lea – I'm almost ready, start the fire would you?" Rose called out and moved past the bedroom door once again, making sure Leachim could see her.

Like the fading scene of an old time movie, Rose slowly closed the door, keeping her right breast in full view for Leachim's benefit. Leachim, sharply, inhaled and held his breath, not believing where his thoughts were leading him. "Sister – she's your sister fool! Get a grip for God's sake!" He mumbled aloud and walked off, rather stiff legged, towards the fireplace.

Behind the closed door, Rose felt the heat of her flushed cheeks. Her actions, as bold and suggestive as they were, embarrassed her to no small end. It didn't matter, or at least it didn't deter her as she searched Leachim's closet for something to wear. She'd avoided relationships. Her experience with men (in general, except for Lea) was reason enough for her. She tuned out the insanity of her thinking that morning and focused on the closet, finally selecting one of Lea's white dress shirts. 

She slipped it on, noting the clean, crisp, smell and shivered over the cool feel of the material. Stepping in front of the mirror, previously used by Leachim, she slowly buttoned the shirt, smiling to herself. For the first time, she regretted not having make-up but, it was a brief remorse at best. She took a deep breath, mentally steeled her resolve and then, in a husky sort of whisper, mumbled her last thought. "It's the best I'll ever look Leachim – I hope you like it." With that final thought, she turned away from the mirror and took her first tentative step towards the door. 

Five

A brash boldness over took Rose as she opened the bedroom door. Leachim was adjusting the gas fireplace when she exited the room and before he could turn around Rose asked, "How often Lea? How often are you masturbating?" The sound of the verbalized question shocked her, almost as much as it did Leachim.

His only reaction was to visibly stiffen, in his crouched position. A silence followed before he replied. "Masturbate? What makes you thin..."

"I saw something on the shower wall and thought it was cream rinse for a minute but, it wasn't Lea. Don't get angry, I'm just curious is all." Rose said softly, interrupting his reply. Leachim's shoulders slumped, as the guilt hit him and he recalled, once again, his final cried out word in the shower.

"Not that often – is this something we really need to talk about Rose? I mean, it is a bit private, don't you think?" Leachim mumbled out and turned to look at his sister, his face red with embarrassment.

Rosemary had stopped just outside of the bedroom door and leaned against the wall. Her hands were behind her back and she raised one leg, at the knee posing, if you will, like a model. Leachim's white dress shirt, buttoned only at the bottom two buttons, flopped over at the collar and created an arrow of material sending Leachim's eyes straight to Rosemary's belly button. He fell back on his ass and whistled softly but, loud enough for Rose to hear. Rose wasn't really trying to be seductive, she had no personal experience at it and yet, she was pulling it off in grand style.

Leachim tore his eyes away and turned towards the fire, as he stammered out a question, "Rose – what - what are you doing? God, I really don't thin..."

"I'm spending a quiet day with my brother, why? The fire is wonderful Leachim, mind if I join you?" Rose spoke out, sending Leachim to silence again. Lea never saw the knowing smile form on Rose's lips. He didn't see the slow, step over step, walk Rosemary took towards him and the fireplace. But, he felt her presence – it was electric, like a static filled wool blanket waving close to him. When Rose reached out to touch his shoulder Leachim jumped and cried out in surprise. SNAP - a charge released from her finger tips, now just millimeters from touching him. Leachim jerked his head around and found him self staring directly at the bottom half of his shirt. The rounded corners of the shirt tails barely reached Rosemary's mid-thigh, covering the dark patch where her legs met.

Rosemary waited. She waited for Leachim to look up. Slowly, his head tilted back, his gaze followed the shirt material, as a lump formed in his throat. The swell of Rosemary's breasts created a soft round valley of cleavage, in the open shirt, and Leachim's eyes never made it any farther. Rose cupped his face with her soft hands and said, "You don't mind do you? I mean, if you want, I'll go." In her light grasp, Leachim turned his head side to side. His answer was no. Rosemary increased her smile and walked to the couch.

Over taken by the emotional and sensual head rush, Leachim stared off into the small living room. His eyes were unfocused and his mind screamed out a thousand things at once, or so it seemed to Leachim. His thoughts of suicide plagued him the most and a tidal wave of guilt him. Rosemary called to him but, it was a voice light years away. He felt the heat of the fireplace; in his mind it was the heat of summer sun and the warm yellowish glow it cast was the glow of a late afternoon, so many years ago and Leachim's mind drifted away to another time – another place.

"Come on Lea, don't be such a chicken!" Rosemary called out to him.

Leachim sat on the sandy bank of Clear Lake, watching his sister. He'd returned home, as promised, just before her eighteenth birthday. Rose was elated he actually came and begged him to go swimming with her, the afternoon before her party. Rose called out again, more insistent this time.

"Hey, come on Rose, you know I don't have a swimming suit!" Leachim yelled back and blushed, wondering if anyone was around to hear him.

"Oh God Lea – I'm your sis, you got something I haven't seen? Don't be such a prude." Was the reply he got, causing him further reason for embarrassment.

"For God's sake Rosemary, someone will hear you!" He called back, as he stood up and brushed sand from his jeans.

"Bullshit! I picked the spot, remember? No one ever comes here – now get in, please Leachim!" Rose answered back, just before ducking under the water. Nervous and still unsure, Leachim scanned the small beach area thoroughly as he considered what his sister asked. Before he could reply, Rosemary popped up and leaped high out of the water, tossing her swim suit towards the shore. Leachim saw her full nudity briefly before she dropped back down, laughing.

"There Lea, now you don't have to be embarrassed or worried. Please Lea, come on its wonderful!" She giggled out.

Leachim recalled the suns warmth, that late afternoon. He recalled how it felt as he shed his clothing in plain sight of his sister. When he started to remove his jeans he caught Rosemary, with just her head out of water, staring intently at him as he stripped. With the little modesty left in him, he turned his back and shoved his jeans down, displaying his bare ass. She said nothing. Leachim remembered turning his head again and seeing her eyes, glinting in the fading sunlight, and what he felt sure was a smile on her face, although he couldn't actually be sure. When he turned back, to finish removing his jeans, Rosemary stood up from her water crouch, exposing her young breasts. She waited for him, nipples hard and mentally excited more than she could understand. Lea gave her one last look and damn near tripped over his feet as he began to run. Leachim had grown erect, thinking as he was about undressing in front of Rosemary, and now there she was, displaying herself to him! He felt his rigid cock slamming into his thighs as he sprinted towards the water and heard Rosemary screaming out in youthful bliss, as she watched.

Leachim's lips formed a large smile as the thoughts carried on. They had danced that afternoon. Danced in the water and played, like little kids. The amber glow of the sun played on Rosemary's face and nude body. They touched, wrestled and hugged each other for what seemed like hours. They whispered secrets, as they embraced. He recalled Rosemary lifting his erect penis and moving in tightly to hug him. She was full of questions that day and not ashamed to ask one of them. They'd come close – too close and it was that single thought that brought Leachim out from his deep thoughts. "Lea? Hey, are you going to join me or what?" He heard Rose ask.

Leachim turned slowly, eyes just then coming back into focus, and gave Rose a weak smile. "Yeah – yeah just thinking is all." Leachim got off the floor and grabbed the wine bottle and glasses. A brief look outside told him the day's gloom had settled in solid. Now, the fireplace did cast a solid warm, amber, glow inside the small apartment, just as the sun did on that day. "Hey Rose, you remember what we did before your eighteenth birthday?"

Rosemary's hand came quickly to her mouth, cutting off a joyous scream and she nodded rapidly. "Oh God, you remember? Was that wild or what?" She replied excitedly. Leachim poured out two glasses of wine, as Rose went on. "Yours was the first, you know that right? I mean, first one I ever saw hard or felt..." And she stopped, thinking maybe she'd said too much. Leachim said nothing. He handed Rosemary her glass and held his up. 

"Toast?" 

"Sure."

"To a wonderful day remembered and a beautiful sister admired." Leachim said softly and they touched glasses, with a light airy clink. Rose blushed and sipped her wine, as she patted the couch. "Sit." She answered back, after swallowing.

Leachim was back on the merry-go-round. The game of Pong had restarted and Leachim had a firm hold on the paddle, working it. Not a single small orb passed his stroke. He may have been a failure at everything else in life but, he was no failure in Rosemary's eyes. She adored him. Where other women had found fault, she found joy and delight. They laughed and talked the day away, recalling other childhood memories and drinking Leachim's wine. Leachim grew hard, watching his near naked sister. Without shame, Rosemary moved, squirmed and repositioned her self over and over, giving Leachim every reason for his erection. Rose was patient but, finally asked a question long on her mind. 

"Don't you think I'm beautiful?"

"Jesus Rose, yes – of course I do."

"Then why?" She whispered softly.

"Why? Why what, I don't..."

"I know you're hard Lea, I can see it. Why haven't you undressed? I wouldn't mind and..." Rosemary replied pausing, unsure if she should say more. 

"And?" Lea questioned with a small grin on his face.

"I'd like to help this time – not like the lake. Can I?" Rosemary said, in a barely audible whisper, talking over the lip of her wine glass. 

It might have been the wine. It just as well could have been the conversation, or recalled days of long ago but, whatever it was, Leachim found himself standing before his sister. Rose silently placed her glass on the small coffee table and stood to join Leachim. With tenderness and purpose she reached up and began unbuttoning his shirt. Leachim closed his eyes and shuddered when her soft hands slid down his bare chest and stopped just above his bellybutton. She moved in and slowly encircled his waist, moving up with her hands she slipped his shirt off and planted a kiss on one hard nipple.

"I wanted to do this at the lake Lea." She whispered and dropped to her knees.

Leachim groaned out, feeling Rosemary's erect nipples sliding down his body and then gasped loudly when she slipped her fingers inside his jeans. Without thinking, Leachim sucked in his belly, allowing Rose to grasp his waist band and unbutton the 501 jeans. He felt every click of the zipper, as Rose drew it down. Still resting on her knees, Rosemary placed one small hand on his erection and then kissed it through his underwear. "You wouldn't have let me – would you Lea?" She whispered softly and started to tug at his jeans. 

"No" Leachim answered back, with a dry raspy sounding voice and raised one foot after the other, at Rosemary's prodding.

Rose placed her hands on his legs and slid them back up, smiling at seeing she had created goose bumps on Leachim. "You really missed out that day – you should have asked me to." She answered back and blew hot breath on his belly, just above his underwear. Before Leachim could say a word, Rosemary's fingers tugged his underwear band out, to clear his throbbing penis head and pulled them down, staring at his blood engorged cock. She stopped when the material bunch up at crotch level and leaned in to kiss his shaft. 

"I've never done this to any man Leachim..." She said softly and paused, to kiss his sensitive, wet, head and then added, "If I'm doing it wrong tell me – show me what to do Lea." The game of Pong went into hyper-drive for Leachim. With a confidence he'd never known, Leachim never missed a single stroke.

Rosemary finished disrobing him and cooed out over her handy work. "It's beautiful Lea – just like the lake, hard and wonderful. God, I wish it had been you..."

Leachim stiffened, knowing immediately what Rosemary was referring to. He bent down and grabbed her shoulders, hauling her up off the floor. "Don't – don't talk about him Rose. If I had known I'd have taken you away right then and there. I blame myself for what happened and leaving you Rose." 

Rose reached and placed her fingers on Leachim's lips. "Shhhh – it's okay Lea, you're taking me away now. Don't ever leave me again and I'll make you happy Lea, you know that don't you?" Rose spoke softly, her lips scant inches from his. Leachim nodded, as his fingers worked the buttons on her shirt. 

A blinding flash of lightening and sharp crack of thunder heralded the dress shirt hitting the floor and together they stood naked, embracing in love, against the cold world around them. Nestled in tight against Leachim's chest, Rosemary shuddered in anticipation, feeling Leachim's manhood hard against her mound and belly. "Take me Lea, take me like you almost did at the lake. I want you to – deep inside me Lea, make love to me Lea and never stop." Rosemary whispered, letting tears of joy flow from her eyes.




Darkness & Light



Leachim had never felt gallant in his entire life. Where the strength came from he didn't know but, with a sudden movement he picked up Rose, cradling her nude body in his arms and smiled at her beautiful face, in the warm glow of the fireplace. "I love you Rose, I always have." He replied and turned for the bedroom. 

Six

Rosemary clutched her dark tresses, pulling in a sexual frenzy and came for the first time in her life, as she screamed out her joy. Leachim's fingers had parted the dark, curly hair, covering her vulva, exposing the inner pink petals and with his lips and tongue, ravished Rosemary's clit. He rode out the bucking action of her legs until she went limp, except for her convulsing belly. A river of sweet, yet salty, clear cum poured from Rosemary's vagina, as she sobbed, laughed and begged Leachim to stop. When Leachim looked up from between her legs, Rose saw that this lips and chin were covered with her juices and started to laugh uncontrollably. Thinking he had gone too far, he was about to ask her if she was alright, when she told him about the shower and what she'd done, between gasps and moans of satisfaction.  

They laughed together, as Leachim slid over and up, to embrace Rose and kiss her passionately. "God, I thought I'd loose my mind Lea – is that how it always feels?" Rose murmured and sucked in his lower lip before he could answer. When she released him, he laughed softly and nodded his head.

"Yeah, I guess, at least that's what I read. So...Would you like to find out again?"

Leachim had unlocked the sexual dynamo in Rose. Her bright eyes and eager nod told him she was more than ready. What he didn't know was that he had also broken the damn that held her dark, abused and sickest, thoughts. Gone were the groping fingers; her father's brutality - flushed away with her first climax and the pain he'd caused; gone were the leering eyes and stench of foul breath she held inside her head. Leachim had released them all. He had replaced them with the sweet climax of love making – caring, tender love making. 

Leachim began Rosemary's second climax by tenderly sucking on her sensitive nipples. Her hand clutched his stiff cock and her moans grew louder with each passing moment. When he raked a nipple, gently threw his teeth, Rosemary screamed out and jerked his cock hard, arching her back in pleasure. "Oh God – God Lea, you're driving me insane!"

With a large grin, Leachim slipped his fingers inside Rosemary and bent to continue sucking her nipples. Moments later, while jerking frantically on his cock, Rosemary came a second time. Breathless and thrashing around on the bed, she held Leachim's hand between her legs, while squeezing them tightly together and humped his hand and fingers. 

"Oh God- Oh God- Jesus I can't stop Lea, I – I can't stop!" 

The amber light of the fireplace flickered in the bedroom doorway. The room was scented with Rosemary's sex and the bed soaked with the juices of her climaxes. They didn't care. Leachim's long held, pent up, lust was awake. He was alive and living thanks to his sister. He wanted her. He wanted her now and he moved down, to part her legs. Rose hadn't come down fully from the second climax and she watched him, wide eyed and unsure if she could take any more.

"Leachim, oh baby I – Ieeey baby, easy! Oh sweet Jesus Lea you feel huge!" She cried out, clutching at his shoulders. Her stomached muscles tighten, forming a ridge of ripples in her belly, as she tried to sit up and watch her brother's cock disappear inside her. Spent from cumming twice, she dropped back, closed her eyes, and moaned out as Leachim eased inside her vagina. Lea, holding himself up with his hands, on either side of Rose, slowly dropped down on top of her. Rosemary opened her eyes and melted Leachim's heart with the look of love she gave him. "Finally Leachim – I'm ready, I'm yours." She whispered out and raised her legs, wrapping them around his waist.

Leachim dropped lower, kissed her lips tenderly and dropped to his elbows. He began slow, deep penetrating, hip thrusts. What little sex he'd had before, in no way, prepared him for what he now felt. Rose maintain her eye contact with him, watching his expression change with each deep thrust and felt her body react to his gentle love making. She was sweating, trying in stop-jerk like words to tell him how good his penis felt, watching his face and loving him more with every penetration. 

"Lea – can – you – feel – that? Oh yeah – Lea – Oh baby yes – you're – so – big Lea!" She said, staring directly into his eyes and paused only to sharply inhale. She was growing close again. "My God Lea! You've – got me – OH-oh yeah there Lea! There – I - I'm going to – OOOOHHHH YESSSS LEA – cum again!"

Her breathless words excited Leachim and, although he didn't know what was happening inside her vagina, he felt the intense orgasm build-up. Up to that point their love making had been gentle, each reveling in the intense feelings they shared. He saw the look in her eyes and knew instantly what she wanted. Leachim rose up, cried out in a harsh raspy voice, as he pulled his cock nearly out of Rosemary's vagina and then slammed back in hard, furiously pumping his hips. Rosemary's breasts rocked and buffeted with the furry of his thrusts and she too cried out. Rosemary's vagina exploded, drowning Leachim's cock in a flood vaginal fluid and he answered in kind, sending a huge wad of semen into her pussy.

He crashed down on top of her, humping like it was the final sex act of his life and placed his lips over hers. Eagerly, she accepted his tongue and together they climaxed hard and long. Leachim's balls released semen like a raging, sex crazed, bull might have. Like Rosemary before, he couldn't stop and before he even slowed down he was forcing great globs of semen from her pussy. 

Rosemary had long released her leg hold on him and her legs flailed in the air above him, as he pounded her pussy. When he finished, Rose laid exhausted, panting heavily and groaning. Rosemary would be sore the next day and she smiled every time she felt that ache deep inside her body. She told Leachim each time and kissed him tenderly, thanking him. Being the quick study she was, Rosemary quickly learned the best way to relieve the ache she felt. Leachim never seemed to mind.

It may have been incest. An immoral act between brother and sister, a wrong against nature and, I suppose, a depraved act in some people eyes but, it was right for Rosemary and Leachim. Two souls lost in the world that would have otherwise surely died. That rainy, cold, day they came together saving one another without knowing it. Leachim never confided his resolve to kill himself; and he never again thought about it. Rosemary eventually confided her years of abuse in the job place and never again went back to work. They buried their past in acts of passionate, sensual sex...







~"No adult in their right mind!" as one anonymous critic put it, writing about another story line of mine. I write for fun and entertainment, not to persuade anyone that I feel the, often, ludicrous nature my stories are plausible. At can't help but wonder, at times, if my fiction doesn't touch on others realities though. 

Perhaps the critic had a point but, I prefer to think that any adult in their right mind has the ability for compassion, love and, yes, even sex with a family member – given the right circumstances. Now honestly, don't you? I hope this short story meets with approval, even though it wasn't froth with the sexual content so often clamored for. I simply wanted to write a story that seemed - plausible. Regards/ MDF251~ 



Darkness and Music



I knocked her door, the door opened.

"Hello you!" she said welcoming me in "long-time no-see!"

She closed the door behind me and smiling at me she said "cup of tea?"

"Yes please" I say, hovering around for her to make the hot drink, we walk into the sitting room, where there's two small sofas of leather loaded with cushions, comfortable and inviting, we sit on differing sofas sipping tea. There's some small talk before she collects the cups and takes them into the adjacent small kitchen. 

Entering the room again she has a blindfold scarf in her hands "lights out" she says, I close my eyes shut tight as she locks away my eyesight with this soft and secure cloth, tied at the back. 

"stand-up" she orders, I stand as instructed, she grabs at my wrists and I offer them up.

"behind your back" she instructs me as I feel cold metal hand cuffs against my wrists and I know I am 'screwed', I hear a few clicks and I wriggle about a little to feel the bracelets pull against my straining test. 

"Hmm, what do we have here then?" I guess she is looking at the bulge in my jeans, I feel her tugging at my button up trousers and the feeling of her fingers rubbing through the material, my trousers start to slide down a little as she enjoys having a good look at my bulging manhood through my shorts. My trousers drop further, perhaps to my knees now.

"shoes off" she orders me. I catch the heel of my slip --on shoes and kick them off. I'm not wearing socks because she told me not to. I feel the pile of the carpet underfoot, I'm a shy person and I know she is looking at my feet, I am very turned-on knowing of her prying eyes on me whilst I can see nothing! My hands are very secure behind me and my other senses are running wild, my heart is beating fast! She reaches her fingers into my shorts and I feel them being pulled down as I stand there dutifully as a good servant should. As my shorts drop down she orders me to step out of them. I kick away my trousers and shorts in front of me. I hear her reach for a plastic carrier bag and I know she is taking my clothes away. I stand there just wearing my shirt, now. She runs her hands over my skin around the top of my legs, my hips and her hands clasp around my cock and have a little play. I'm hard as hell, I picture myself in my mind's eye standing there with my dick at that angle leaning but pointing to the sky.

She instructs me to walk forward and she sits on the other sofa a few paces away, kneel down she orders, I follow the instructions in silence. 

"Now, I am going to watch TV while you kiss pussy, so get down there!" 

I hear the sound of her her TV click on, and I move downward my arms behind me, I try to move my face smoothly towards her pussy, in my darkness I kiss her flesh.

"Make-out with my pussy until I say stop" she orders.

I can smell her womanly scent which makes me horny, I can feel my juices flowing up to my tip, I kiss her pussy as if it was her mouth, snogging her fanny, kissing her tenderly and trying to feel the folds of her pussy with my tongue, to open her up more to get to her slippery love juices. Her hands push the back of my head, she's pushing my face into her pussy. I hear her make a few sexy noises and the sound of the television as she watches some daytime rubbish. 

"Make me cum, I need to cum, a slave must know how to make a woman cum hard" she says. 

I lick and kiss and breath against her to stimulate her pussy, licking her soft fleshy scented folds, concentrating my efforts on a pussy I have never seen, because she always blindfolds me. Her hands stroke my hair and apply a nice bit of pressure at the back of my head, making me stay down and I know I must do what I'm ordered, she pushes my face into her fanny. 

I hesitated a few times before and I know I will be in trouble if I do that again! So now I have learnt that she loves half an hour of being slurped at and eaten, my mouth is her love-toy while she enjoys the ride I get horny as hell. She's getting hotter and wetter and juices are all over my face and in my mouth I have the taste of her musty hot sweaty pussy, she grinds down onto my face and I hear her cum hard on my face, pushing me hard into her full-on wetness, I struggle to take a breath for a few seconds. Her hands alight and my head is released.

"Not bad!" she exclaims, as I take a few deep breaths. She gets up in front of me and pulls me up onto my feet again.

"Walk" she says, pulling me along, leading me into the next room, which is her bedroom. I am not permitted to speak, this is all about her and not me, I am the slave. 

She reaches around me for the cuffs, releasing my right hand, I loosen my arms towards my front, she unbuttons my shirt, peeling away the last piece of my clothing as I stand there still securely blindfolded. I hear my shirt going into the bag, my clothing is shut away into a wardrobe. So I am naked in her room and my belongings have been stuffed away, taken away. 

She motioned me to the bed and I lie there on top of the bed for a few seconds. 

"Reach-up" she says, I raise my arms up over my head and the cuffs chink against the metallic headboard, she climbs up and secures my hands to the bars, clicking the cuffs again so I am secured, locked in place. Then she moves down toward my feet and I feel them being tied down, securely bound together, then tied to the bars at the foot of the bed, pulled down securely. I know I am 'fucked'. 

She climbs up onto me and I feel her legs each side of me, she's kneeling over me, lowering her pussy again towards my face, I start to lick again her hot pussy still very appealing as I need to cum I am still hot as hell, naked on her bed, I don't have much choice but to lick. This time her pussy juice is running down into my mouth filling my mouth mmmm juicy and hot, she starts to move up and down nicely on my face. I feel fingers on my cock as she reaches behind her, leaning back slightly she's pleasuring my cock as I lap up her liquid passion. Flickering fingers smooth over my cock, up and down the shaft and flicking over my wet end. Teasing and making my pre-cum run out, it feels like my jizz is ready to shoot out everywhere. But she continues to tease me, enough to keep me hard but to enough to make me shoot, as I focus on pleasuring her hot wet fleshy fanny which she rubs up and down my face. 

She lifts-up moves off me and kisses me passionately on the lips, kissing and tasting her juices which seep into her own mouth she laps them up as we swap fluids she licks around my mouth and starts to move down me with her mouth running down my chest and lower abdomen making me tinge and wriggle until she reaches my cock with her mouth encasing my cock she takes in all of my streaming pre-cum which I can feel is leaking from me. Going up and down on my cock she occasionally returns to my mouth to mix my cum and her pussy juice in my mouth, the full flavour of sex. She knows when I reach my limits and stops so that I don't cum. Teasing me further as I squirm and wriggle under her body, in the darkness of my bonds. 

Her attention is still on me, I hear her reach for a bottle and the flip of a plastic cap, her hands start to apply slippery slimy oil lotion to my skin, along the shaft of my cock and all up and down my sides, tickling and making me wriggle about as I can't see where she will touch me next. She runs one finger up my cock and down the other side, rubbing her thumb against my g spot, giving me very intense hard gasping sweeps of my glands, a quick action up and down followed by low strokes barely even touching me, as my cock is pumped up full of my hot masculine blood, the veins will be clear to see as she devours my body in my captive state. 

She kisses me again and again, she loves kissing and I have no choice, we have been kissing for ages, but she makes me kiss her more. We kiss slow and hot and she says I kiss like no other man she has kissed before. I must have been hard for two hours and I still haven't cum. I think she has cum twice, on my face. Then she climbs off the bed and I hear nothing, I test my bonds and love the way it feels to be stuck tied down restricted and owned by this woman. 

"Open" she says, I immediately open up so my tongue feels a ball gag sink into my mouth, I lift my head as ordered to have this secured well. I can feel my saliva escaping already as I dribble with the ball in my mouth. Then she inserts some of those small earphones into my ears. I hear some relaxing music which fills my head, my mind is fully taken up by the sounds of the music, this takes way my perception of her whereabouts in the room. My mind races, could someone else be there, she might have invited a friend! I cannot see or hear her as I lie there concentrating on the remaining sense of touch.

Touch me she does, I feel fingers gently poking me and exploring me, up to my arm pits and down by my knees, random fingertips touch me every few seconds, I don't know where the next finger will touch my naked form as I lie there for her pleasure. She runs a pin wheel along my flesh which feels slightly magical, I wriggle about in ecstasy feeling my bonds and realising the pleasure of touch against my sin while the music plays in my dark and sensual world. 

Next I feel her climb aboard and her grip around my cock helps her to guide me inside her slippery tunnel, she moves about over me, but I hear nothing of her pleasure, sliding up and down my shaft, I am going to blow, but even if I do she won't stop, this is all about her pleasure, not mine. Though clearly she knows what I like! Rocking back and forth she's riding my captured cock, as I lie there unable to move a limb she's fucking me good! I feel my urges to cum rising up and she's smoothly shifting up and down on my cock making my juice sit up and prepare to shoot into her deepest darkest place. It happens and I shoot my entire load into her shooting deep and hard with lots of cum which has built up for the past three hours she must be full to the brim! 

She moves about over me and I feel the ball gag being removed, she sits astride me again and her hot wet sweaty juicy pussy which stinks of my sperm and her sexy horny juice is cupped over my mouth once more, I open up to lap it up and take in her fluids, I recognise the smooth silky slippery fluids from my cock which lines my mouth and fills my face. My mouth is full of liquid and once again I feel one of her hands at my cock smoothing up and down my shaft, as I wonder how long I can keep this up for, I must have been hard for 4 hours! I've lost track of time in my dark musical world, fully focussed on her touching and caressing my naked body. 

The music stops and I hear her breathing once again, she reaches around and I see the bright sunlight of the day and see her room for the first time today ad I lie on her bed still tied and cuffed to the headboard and the footboards of the bed frame.

"Hello" she says. 

"Hi" I say with a beaming smile, my body drained of energy. She reaches up and releases the cuffs and for the first time I can move my arms but she's sitting on my legs and I am still fixed to the bed.

"Tea?" she says... 

"Great idea" I say, as she releases my legs, pulling the bag of my clothes out of the wardrobe and leaving me to get dressed. I slowly put on my clothing, checking my shirt for snail trails, thinking about what we just did I follow her out to the other room and another hot drink is placed into my hand. 

"Did you like that?" she says...



Darkness and The Light



She lit 100 candles with a wave of her hand, there in her sacred place. The old abandon house had surprised her, it looked run down, ready to cave in on the outside, but as she entered, it was oddly only a little dusty. 

The old hardwood floor barely creaked as she walked across it, her robe dragging in the thin layer of dust on the floor behind her. 

It was a cold October night, the full moon streaming through the open windows, the old yellowed sheers that hung from their dusty rods floating gracefully, lifting high..then floating softly back down each time the cool breath of the wind would calm. 

Autumn had happened on this place walking in the woods, she doubted anyone even knew it existed anymore. But to her, it was inviting, it welcomed her inside. Old paintings hung on the walls, people she never knew smiled down on her. 

The old staircase was dusty, some of it's posts, she had no doubt, would crumble,even under her gentle touch. The stair case was all open, winding slowly upward to the four rooms that lay just beyond them. 

She had investigated them only once, making sure that their were no surprise guests that might interrupt her ritual. They were large rooms, more old paintings adorning the aged walls, dust covered down comforters lay across the old four poster beds. 

One room in particular, she had spent more than a little time in, the old vanity catching her eye, she had even sat on the old dust covered bench in front of it once, picking up the antique comb and running it through her long strawberry blonde hair. 

She looked in the mirror, she had never thought she was anything to look at, but she guessed, at 30 something years old, she didn't look real bad, she didn't have any wrinkles, and her hazel eyes would still shine brightly at times. 

Her skin had always been pale, but it was smooth, and soft. She was a little bigger than average, but people didn't seem to notice, , and pretty much everyone she met, or passed by, always returned the smile she gave them ,children in particular, and that was what counted most. 

Their honest ,genuine smiles and open , honest acceptance had always been her strength, filling her with hope and courage. 

That unconditional love that only a child, in her opinion, could give. She made a vow, that when it was her time to leave this plane , she would do whatever she could, to make sure she could always be close enough to watch over them.

Autumn brought herself back to her senses, and looked around her. The small tea lite candles cast a wonderful glow, their shadows, looking almost like ghosts as the danced on the old decaying walls , making the old stained glass windows at the very top sparkle brilliantly. She knew she was flirting with danger, but she couldn't resist the urge anymore. 

She had heard him, in her mind, since she was 16, though the details of what happened that lead to his coming to her had always been very hazy.She had realized what she truly was only a few nights before he had come to her, she had smiled to herself, a spoke the words aloud, softly. 

"I am a Witch." Autumn wasn't sure exactly how this would turn out, but her curiosity, which had never diminished, still burned brightly. She knew her inner self, that "child like" part of her, the young girl who was always amazed at the world around her, the beauty of the night time, the sounds and chill of the air. 

And she had to find out, once and for all, if he had just been her imagination all these years, or if there were something actually to him. She had dealt with restless spirits, helping them, or at least trying to assist them, allowing them to finally rest in peace. She wasn't scared of much, least of all anything "supernatural." 

He watched her closely, unseen, just has he had since she was young, the tender age of 16. That night, so long ago, something terrible had happened to her, something that should not happen to anyone. But the young girl that she was then, never said a word to anyone, but when her soul screamed, and her gentle mind was about to shatter into a million tiny shards, he heard it, and came quickly to her side. 

There was nothing he could do physically, not without causing her even more pain by the questions she would no doubt get for the mess he would have gladly made of her attacker, but he had held her mind, gently, took her away from the horrible experience.  

He should have left her shortly after, he could have. After all, to her, he was just a figment of her imagination , a way of easing the pain, of escaping whatever it was that was hurting her at the time. He could have kept that memory at bay, locking it so deep inside her mind, it may have never again come into her conscious mind, but instead, he chose to stay with her, and make sure. 

She would whisper softly, gazing into the flame of a candle, and he would be there, talking to her mind, making her feel his presence by wrapping the shadows themselves around her, cloaking her in his dark embrace, all the while wishing, he could do it himself. 

He wondered now, if he could even count the times he wanted nothing more than to just actually touch her softness. It had been easy enough when she was young, he felt towards her, as a guardian, for the longest time..but as she grew into the women she was now, things changed, he couldn't seem to get enough of her, the way she smelled, her fearless attitude, her smile. 

She was fiery, he liked that. When she reached her late twenties, it started, holding even her mind, became difficult, not that he didn't enjoy the feeling of her, but he wanted more, he craved the smell, the touch, the very blood that ran through her fragile veins. 

Autumn was definitely different, she was a light, for sure, but she was one of the few that seemed to be able to walk that fine line, that line that allowed her to stay in the light, doing her good for whom she could, but still being able to communicate, and almost seduce those from the darker side of that light. She was dangerous, though she didn't realize it. 

She feared nothing, drawing the curiosities of those of the darkness, urging them closer, but not so close as to be drawn into her light, like moths to a flame. Her innocent heart and good intentions made her dangerous, as well as constantly being in danger herself. 

But all that didn't matter now, he had a choice to make, seduce her, or be seduced himself, which would mean the end of him, there was no way he could be brought into her light and survive. He had to touch her, actually touch her, and the fact that she was about to call him out, so to speak, only made his blood boil more for her. 

He wanted to taste every inch of her, bury himself deep inside her, make her moan, her hips raise to meet each thrust his aching body so desperately desired to give, over and over again, until she was to weak to move, to weak to fight him off. 

The mere thoughts made him thick and hard as he watched her move about the room. She felt something as she knelt down in the center of the candles, a strange heat flooded through her, making her soft core moist, her heart race, her nipples become hard, pressing against the velvet material of her robe. 

She closed her eyes, and began to concentrate on his voice, the voice that brought her such peace, yet such longing. She held her hands palm up, stretching her arms wide as she began to call to him, asking the Goddess for her help , by giving her the power she needed , to bring him forth. Autumn wondered how long it would take for him to appear, if he even did, she wouldn't have to wait long, though she hadn't know it, he was already there, just as he had been for years. 

As she raised her face towards the ceiling, she began to chant softly, and then, in a soft seductive voice, "Michael, please..come to me, show yourself to me." The full moon's light bathed her face in beauty he could no longer stay away from. She felt the cool breeze, the candles flickered as she opened her eyes, she didn't hear him, but she knew he was there, or at least she hoped he was. 

She raised to her feet and faced the window as the wind blew swiftly in, extinguishing every last candle, the old yellowed sheers blowing almost straight out from their rods. Out of the mass of them, he appeared, walking straight towards her. 

Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of him. He was truly beautiful, not a word she would normally use for a man, but handsome, was just not enough. He was at least 6' 3, his jaw squared, and something between a frown and a devilish grin played on his full lips. He was built solid, well muscled, but not overly done, about 225 lbs if she had to guess. 

His hair was cut short, black as night, though the closer he came to her, the more Autumn noticed the silvery gray streaks ,thick at his temples. He was clean shaven, his flesh smooth and tanned to perfection, like the color of honey. 

His eyes were a strange sort of blue, but so bright, the glow coming from them alone made her take a step forward, even though she knew that step should have been backwards instead. She could get lost in those eyes..forever. His eyes never left hers ,his broad shoulders were perfect, strong and muscled. 

He walked so slowly, like a great cat stalking his prey, his muscles rippling under the black turtleneck he wore, the snug fitting black denim hugging his muscular legs, and the very hard to miss bulge in the front of them. 

His breath actually caught, in his ancient lungs. Oh he'd been this close to her, closer in fact many times, but never like this.Control, he had to remain in control, after all, he hadn't survived centuries of existence to have it all brought down around him by one , barely 5 foot Witch. 

But then again, looking at her, physically so close to her, Michael realized, she would be worth it. He was impressed, her eyes , wide at first when she'd realized he was there, were now completely normal, her feminine jaw set in what he had come to know, as well as adore, as her "I can handle anything " attitude. 

Her hazel eyes, he noticed, had a bit more blue than usual, almost glowing..he could get lost in the depths of those eyes..for eternity. Her long reddish blonde hair had that, just got out of bed look, no doubt from the stirring of the wind through the window he had caused, although purposely, upon his arrival.

The way her skin looked, pale though so alive, ironic, he being one of the, what people still referred to as "the undead" looked more healthy, skin wise, than she did. But to Michael, it only added to her beauty. Her nose, small and narrow, high cheekbones, and though pale, her flesh was perfect, in his eyes, not one blemish, the full moonlight coming through the window causing a gentle, illuminating affect to it. 

Her throat, soft and milky white, seemed to call out to him, teasing him, making the blood in his ancient veins pump harder and hotter than anything he had ever experienced in all his centuries of existence.

Michael almost stopped, almost turned around and left her, at least in the physical form, he knew he would never completely leave her, it was too late for that now, much, much to late. It wasn't just her beauty, it was her, he knew her heart, her soul, her gentle ways, and that, was what he craved most of all. 

The softness of the black velvet, the way it caressed her breasts, clinging to her at the top, then slowly flaring out at her waist, flowing very loosely around her all the way down, dragging the floor.

He didn't say a word as he walked to stand before her, he realized suddenly he couldn't, at that moment, speak if he wanted to. He had to be careful, being this close to her, he swallowed hard, and spoke as softly and evenly as he could. "I am here Autumn." He reached out and took her hand, bending towards her..almost touching her face with his. 

Taking in the scent of her, he raised her hand to his mouth, gently brushing the top with his lips, realizing he must not linger to long, he gently released it and looked at her. 

The mere touch of his lips against her hand made her shiver from somewhere deep inside. Her hands went to his chest, she had no fear of him, but she had to touch him too, to make sure he was real. He was real alright, she could feel the muscles in his chest flexing when she touched him. 

So innocent, was the look in her eyes when she looked up at him, "Oh my Goddess, you are real." she said breathlessly, just above a whisper as her small hand went up to caress the side of his face. He looked into her eyes, "Yes, sweet Autumn, I am very real, just as I have always been, however, I fear you don't yet realize, what it is, that you have called forth ,little one." His eyes burning, his voice was deep, but so soothing, like a lullaby, it caressed her very soul even as he spoke the warning to her.

She looked , her hazel eyes shining defiantly, provoking him, though gently. "And what should I do, Michael, fear you? so many times, you have come to me, held me close to you, comforted me, even though I couldn't see you..I knew you were there, fear you?..I think not." He ran his fingers against her scalp, clenching fists full of her long hair, gently tugging, she was dangerously close to getting more than she bargained for. 

He bent down..his lips going to her ear.."It's the beast inside of me, that you should fear, sweet Autumn." he licked her earlobe, and continued downward, gliding his tongue down the side of her throat. 

Fire shot through her, his words alone had set something deep inside her free, but the feel of his mouth so close, his rough hot tongue gliding along her flesh, made her loose all thought of anything other than wanting more, she knew she should be cautious , but she still provoked him . She had no control over herself anymore, nor the desire to have any. 

As he pulled her head back, she looked up at him, "A beast? I fear no beast." with that, she ran her hand down the front of him, slowly, wanting to feel every taught muscle in his chest, his stomach, until they rested motionlessly at the waist band of his jeans. 

His eyes burned into her, "Be careful what you wish for, sweet Autumn." His teeth were clenched, he was almost hissing at her, trying to hang on to the last shred of control that remained inside of him, keeping the beast at bay. His tongue came out, gliding across her sweet lips, his voice was filled with desire he had for her, he almost growled at her. "You are dangerously close to the edge of my control." 

The look in her eyes, intentional or not, was that she didn't quite believe him."Shall I prove to you, just how close you are?" Before she could answer, his mouth covered hers, almost gentle at first, then deeper, kissing her with such hunger it nearly took her breath away. 

His tongue sliding past her lips, swirling inside her mouth, tasting her, caressing her tongue, coaxing it out to glide and dance with his. One hand left her hair, to travel down her silky throat, continuing down until his fingertips brushed across her sensitive nipples until his hand ran under her breast to cup it, his thumb gliding back and forth across the peaks of her breast with just enough pressure. 

A soft moan escaped her lips, this time, he growled low. Autumn raised her other hand, snaking it around his neck, pulling his body closer to hers, reality no longer existed, nothing existed but the two of them, and she wanted him to take her so badly, with all the courage she could muster, her hand dropped lower, until it lay against that part of him that seemed to grow thicker and harder with every second that she touched him. 

She wanted him to thrust that same thick length she was stroking with her hand, deep inside her. She was moaning against his mouth, making a small vibration hit his tongue. 

Every muscle in Michael's body convulsed at the touch of her hand..he should release her, turn and leave quickly before it was to late for both of them. He released her breast,but he couldn't walk away, instead he grabbed her around the waist, and slammed her into him with such force he feared for a second he had knocked the very air from her lungs. 

Her large breasts pressed tight against his chest, his hand slid down, grabbing her full round bottom, pulling her closer, grinding his aching desire into her stomach. 

He almost smiled when Autumn slid her small hand out from between them, reaching around to grab his perfectly round ass, and thrust her heat against him in return. He picked her up with no effort, and before she knew it, she was on her back, his body laying half on top of her, his rigid length pressing firmly into her thigh. He pulled his mouth from hers, and looked down at her. 

"This is your last warning Autumn, I am loosing control, the beast inside me hungers for you, just as much as I do. " She looked up at him, her eyes shining so brightly, he couldn't believe she still had no fear, he had all but growled his words..his eyes were glowing, his canines had already begun to extend, almost painful in his mouth. 

She saw them, bright white, they looked extremely sharp and dangerous, which only made the soft mound between her legs wetter and hotter. She lifted her head, gliding her tongue across his lips as she rubbed her thigh purposely against his throbbing shaft, and then she did the unthinkable, she reached behind her head, pulling her hair to one side, exposing the pulsing vein on the side of her soft white throat as her tongue went from his lips to his now fully extended fangs, dangerously gliding the tip of her tongue along the razor sharp, lethal points. Something inside him snapped, he felt the beast begin to rise, there was nothing he could do about it, not anymore. 

He growled her name low as mouth crushed down on hers, so demanding, so hungry, his tongue pushing past her lips, fully inside her mouth as he kissed her hard and deep. She could feel the prick from his fangs on her lip, but she didn't care. 

His hands slid down her body, grabbing a handful of velvet, sliding it upward with his thumb and first finger, the remainder of his hand feeling her soft flesh as the material rose higher and higher up her body. 

His mind was reeling..the beast rising..he had to taste her sweet flesh, he pulled his mouth from hers, laying his tongue flat against her jaw line, licking and sucking his way down her throat, stopping to slide it over that spot where her vein thumped against her flesh, his sharp fangs grazing her skin, he waited for her to jump, for her body to tense... nothing, she only moaned a little louder, the beast wanted to sink those fangs deep, drink in her beauty, but Michael wanted so much more than to simply bite her. 

Autumn felt his sharp fangs threatening to penetrate her skin, she knew if she even flinched, she herself, would cause the bite. Still, she had no fear, she had fantasized about this moment for the last 10 years of her life, to hell with the consequences,she already knew what they were, but he was real. 

She had nothing to loose, she was alone in this world, no one would miss her. His mouth moved lower as his hands moved higher, her robe now at her waist, his hand slid to her inner thigh, stroking, kneading her soft flesh. 

Her hips rose on their own and she whimpered in his ear as his thumb grazed that most tender part of her. She hadn't warn anything under her robe, she liked the way it caressed her skin. Michael groaned when felt that soft wet part of her, and he almost went mad with desire, his whole body involuntarily convulsed, his mouth moving down covering the hard nipple that strained against the soft velvet, which would soon be gone. 

She arched against his hungry mouth as he nipped with those sharp fangs at the thin velvet that separated his lips and tongue from her soft flesh. 

He raised his head, looking at her, his own burning brightly, his mouth opened, his tongue went across her lips, his fang gently pricking her lip, not enough to puncture, but enough to let her feel what she seemed to desire so much. Her hand stroking his rock hard desire for her. She opened her legs a little wider, staring at him she returned the lick, her tongue gliding over his lip, then once more across each of his sharp, deadly fangs. 




Darkness and The Light



She spoke just above a whisper, "Michael, please, I want you, I need you deep inside me, every part of you." The robe was gone, as were his clothes ,before she knew what happened, he was between her legs, his swollen tip pressing against her small hot opening, bracing his weight on his forearms, he slowly started to slide into her, teasing her, god how he wanted to just ram himself into her, split her in half. 

But he couldn't, he still remembered, though she didn't, he had to be gentle, as gentle as he possibly could, no matter how much it hurt him physically to restrain himself.

But when she wrapped her smooth legs around him, and pressed her against the backs of his thighs, urging him to come deeper, harder, he could not deny her, he covered her mouth with his and kissed her deeply as he lunged forward, driving himself deep inside her , and stopped. 

She cried out into his mouth as she felt him stretch her so far she thought he would split her in two. But the pleasure of feeling him throb inside her far outweighed any pain. He was so hot inside her, so strong and verile, it only made her want more.

He had fought to do so, but had retracted his sharp canines in about half way. Using all his strength to control the beast and hot not sink his fangs as deeply as he had just sunk his throbbing length inside her slick ,tight heat. Her arms went around his neck, pulling almost his full body weight down on her and then she slowly began to move, adjusting to the size and thickness of him. 

A deep groan tore from his throat as he felt her start to move, her moist heat all around him, clenching him tight. He pulled his mouth away from her, and she smiled at him, whispering his name. Michael kissed her cheek ,working his way to her ear as he began to move in and out of her with long, slow strokes, gently grinding into her pelvis each time he buried himself to the hilt inside her. He whispered into her ear. 

"Autumn, I'm sorry if I hurt you, you just feel so good wrapped around me, so wet, so soft and welcoming." His erotic words flamed the fire that burned in her veins. 

"So good, so tight, your heat burning me, making me want to thrust so deep." As he spoke, his pace quickened a little, his thrusting just a little harder. She was panting, moaning loudly as she felt every inch of him move in and out of her, she could feel the vein on the underside of his thickness rubbing the outer rim of her now very wet little entrance. 

"Michael..please.." She whimpered. His mouth was at her throat, licking, tongue swirling, gently nipping and sucking as he continued the sweet torture of his long deep strokes..the beast now fully aroused..pacing like a caged panther inside of him. 

Her hands ran through his hair, her hips thrusting up to meet his as she moaned and whimpered, pressing his mouth to her throat. Her voice was shaking..breathless.."Michael..oh gods Michael, ..you feel so good, so thick and so hard..stretching me..filling me.." 

His mouth traveled lower as his pace quickened, his thrusting harder, he could hear the sound of his body slapping against hers. His tongue circled her hard peak, gently pulling it into his mouth, sucking her swollen peak a little harder, until she thought it would explode her back arching towards him. Braced on one forearm, the other hand traveled down her body, grabbing her thigh, pulling it farther around him as he began to slam into her , driving her up the bed. 

A deep animal growl coming from his throat as the beast grew closer and closer to the surface. Not this fast, he wanted to make her beg, punish her for provoking an ancient Vampire, wanting to make sure the Witch would never do it again, unless it was him, but the feeling of being inside her..feeling her heart beat..her warm breath against his ear..he knew he couldn't fight it much longer. 

He thrust deep, and rolled, pulling her on top of him, his hands grabbing her hips to steady her. She leaned down, her body laying against his as she kissed him deeply, her hands on either side of his head, sliding him and out of her as she moved back and forth. She felt so good..thought was no longer possible. 

He grabbed her full hips, then thrust upward, nearly bucking her off and over his head. To Michael's delight , Autumn pushed down, forcing his hips back down to the bed, she was so full of him, she swore she could feel him in her tummy..but still, she wanted more she sat straight up, his hands went to her full breasts, squeezing and pinching her hard nipples. 

Her eyes closed, she was so lost in the feeling of him, he was like nothing she had ever felt before, or would again, she knew, if he left her. She slid up his length slowly, then slammed back down on him, "Open your eyes Autumn" he growled. She looked into his eyes, and began to ride him faster, harder. 

"Michael..oh Michael..I can't get enough of you." Both of their bodies glistening with moisture, small droplets of salty sweat dripping from her full bouncing breasts. Her hands going up , running through her hair as she rode him, her full bottom slapping his thighs, she could feel his full balls each time she came down on him, impaling herself onto his thick length. She never took her eyes from his . 

She had to slow down..she wanted him for so long..so badly..she wanted him to feel as much pleasure as he was giving her..she slowed.. then she stopped, looking down at him she smiled, and squeezed him as tight as she could inside her. Autumn could feel her orgasm building, she didn't think she would last this long, it had been almost 2 years since she had felt a man inside her. But that night, didn't come even close to the feeling of being with Michael. 

He felt her contract around his desire for her..squeezing him so tight inside her hot sheath. He could stand it no longer, and before she realized what was happening ,Michael was grabbed her by the hips and lifted her effortlessly off himself. 

Growling as he pushed her onto her belly on the bed. He was behind her in a flash, grabbing her around the waist with one arm and pulling her to her knees. 

He grabbed her hips, his fingers almost digging into her flesh as he pressed himself at her entrance, and stopped, He wanted so badly to reach up with one hand , grab her beautiful hair, and tug backwards as he drove himself into her... his body, his very soul felt abandon as soon as she pulled himself out of her warm body. But instead, he leaned over her back, clenching his teeth..

"Autumn..tell me to stop..please." Emotions flooded through her to her very soul..everything inside her shattered, all at once she felt more alive than she had in so many years..her response was the only one that felt right as she pushed back hard against him, driving him deep inside her. The growl that ripped from him as sunk deep inside of her tightness was not the Michael she knew, but the beast, that other part of him, and she loved it. 

Bracing himself on his hands on either side of her he lost control, slamming into her, driving her forward, his mouth opening, biting her shoulder, her back, not hard enough to break the skin, but he knew she could definitely feel it. He drove her farther up the bed growling and nipping at her flesh. 

He knew she was about to go over the edge..his mouth again at her ear.."That's it...come for Autumn..show me how good I feel inside you." He bit her..firmly..bust still not quite breaking the skin .. it drove Autumn over the edge , she cried out his name and everything went white as her body exploded, she climaxed harder then she ever had in her life. 

He could feel her contract around him as she came so hard she almost collapsed beneath him..Michael leaned up quickly, grabbing her around the waist to support her all the while still pounding into her, his own orgasm building, setting fire to him as she cried out how good he felt, and for him not to stop. 

She reached out for the headboard, and pulled herself up, for a second Michael thought she was trying to free herself from him, she grabbed the old wooden headboard, raised herself up to the top, and pushed hard against it, slamming herself back into him. 

She could feel him throbbing inside her..the muscles in his body tense..she knew he was close to joining her . Her head whipped around, and she looked at him, her hazel eyes burning brightly "Come for me Michael, I want to feel you explode inside me." 

His mind reeled, the beast raged as he grabbed her and turned her around, slamming her back into the mattress, unable to wait to be inside her again.. he plunged himself hard and deep, over and over, his fangs fully extended. 

She grabbed him and pulled him down on her, his full weight crushing her as he slammed into her , his face buried in her hair, lips at her ear. The beast was almost fully in control of his body..but not of his heart..he had to tell her..no matter what the response..

"Autumn, I love you, I have always loved you." he growled, "Oh god Autumn." "I have to.." He growled louder, " I'll kill you if I don't...control..." his body started to lock as his balls tightened and his shaft became so thick inside her. 

His head snapped backwards as he allowed his fangs to fully extend. She felt the heat spreading through her as another powerful orgasm began to overtake her. "Michael!" she cried out. He looked down at her, a full blown Vampire as he thrust harder and faster into her , the friction from him burning her but she loved it. 

His face looked only a little different, the place between his eyebrows swelling and raising, his eyes now bright neon blue, his fangs fully extended as he came at her. "Now Michael, oh god ...bite me..please.." She closed her eyes. She knew what she has just done, she only hoped, that the Goddess would forgive her..but she loved him..there was nothing else to do. 

Tears rolled down her cheeks, if she couldn't go with him, and he couldn't stay with her, she would rather be dead. "Michael..I love you." Michael shouted Autumn's name as he thrust one final time..his seed filling her womb as her light surrounded him, the beast taking over..sinking his fangs into her throat as he spilled into her, in the most intense orgasm he had ever had in all his 400 years. 

He heard her say what he longed to hear, her words caressed his soul, bringing him so much peace..He knew the consequences, but he didn't care..if he could not take her with him, and he could not survive her light, he would rather be dead. 

She cried out in pleasure, and as he drank her deeply, pulling her life's blood into his mouth, he felt his flesh begin to burn, as if his shoulder was on fire, but strangely, it wasn't pain, it was a pleasure so intense he erupted again and he could feel Autumn do the same, her juices flowing over him as her tight sheath contracted in spasms. 

He felt himself growing weaker, the fire from her pure light burning him from the inside out as he collapsed on top of her, he tried to roll off of her, to get away from her, he would not allow her to burn with him, but she clung tight to him, "No Michael, never again will we be apart."

But then felt her go limp beneath him, his old heart stopped as he felt her arms sliding from around his neck. She whispered softly to him, just before she lost consciousness, "Don't leave me Michael, stay with me until.." 

The burning had stopped. His eyes flew open as his head jerked up to look at her beautiful face, her eyelids fluttered closed. "I will never leave you Autumn, never, no matter where you go, no matter how long it takes, I will find you, again and again." 

His mind was so foggy, he couldn't think, he slid off her body, and lay next to her, pulling her into his arms. How could this be? how could he have survived, and not her? Even the beast inside him seemed to mourn the loss of Autumn..tears tinged with blood ran down his cheeks as he looked down at her face, he bent to kiss her, one last time, then he stopped dead. 

There was blood, fresh blood, on her lips. His mind flashed back quickly..searching for an answer..how in the hell? And then he realized something warm running down his chest, dripping down onto Autumn's breast, more blood, his blood! His heart lept , his soul burst to life.He wasn't burning from her light, he was burning because she had bitten him back. 

And then he remembered her words..to stay with her until... He was stunned as he looked down at her, she had chosen to come into his world, just as he was willing to risk burning to try to come into hers. He kissed her lips, and quickly rose..he had to get her to safety. 

He didn't give a damn about clothing, they weren't going far, he just needed to get her in the Earth, to arms of her Mother, before the sun rose in less than an hour. Michael lifted Autumn gently , and carried her down the stairs, afraid to shimmer with her in his arms, she was much to weak right now. 

As he descended the basement stairs, each door opened and then closed behind him. This was his home, as it had been since the night he had quickly rushed to her when he heard her innocent soul cry out in agony..the reason she had been drawn here. 

Another door opened, and he began his final descent. He held Autumn close to him as he made his way the extra 100 feet down, deep into the Earth. Candles sprang to life as he entered the last doorway, leading to a small cavern like room. 

Michael waved his hand from beneath Autumn's knees, and the Earth opened up to reveal a large, almost nest type, in ground bed of the softest green moss, the Earth providing deep rich soil for the sides. 

As he lay her down gently, He looked around the cavern, wondering what she might think of it when she woke up. Before he lay down beside her, for the first time in so very long, Michael, the ancient Vampire..hit his knees and closed his eyes. 

"Great Mother, whom Autumn loves so much, please forgive me, for taking such a great light away from this world, but I love her, more than my existence, if anyone must be punished, I beg you, let it be me" and then he waited..to burn..to die..anything to save her. The response he got, wasn't at all what Michael had expected. 

A warm breeze caressed his skin as a soft mist formed just above him. Though he could not make out any form, a soft voice echoed throughout the cavern walls. 

"You have not taken a light away, Vampire, you have brought light, to the darkness." The mist floated closer to him as the soft voice echoed once more. "Autumn's light still burns, within her, and now, within you...it was you, Vampire, who had no idea what you had called forth." 

Michael knew the voice spoke the truth, he would forever be changed by the taking of Autumn, and he welcomed it a smile crossing his lips. "Be good to her, Vampire, love her throughout eternity, we have many plans for both of you." 

The mist was gone before Michael could ask what it meant, but it didn't matter, he had Autumn, and he would never be without her, and she would never have to worry or be afraid again. As he lay down next to her, he pulled her into his arms. 

His hand waved and the Earth began to cover them with Her love and Her protection. Michael smiled and kissed Autumn again as the rich soil enveloped them, he wondered how she would react when she did awaken, but he knew one thing for sure, Autumn, his fiery little Witch, would definitely not be afraid. 

WhspersInTheDark

Thursday, 10 August, 2006 



Darkness at the Edge of a Dream



 Hey Folks, This one is a little bit off of the beaten track. It's a little bit darker than most , but there is a light at the end of the tunnel. This is actually the lighter pf two versions of this story. Most of you know where the other version is and my thanks to whomever mentions it for those who don't. This story was edited by the legendary Barney-R. I've been re-reading some of his work, so expect something a bit lighter and peppier as well as shorter next time. I know this one isn't everyone's cup of tea and some parts of it will probably enflame those of you with more gentle constitutions. Sorry in advance for that but remember that I warned you and remember also that this is supposedly an adult site. So there is going to be sex and violence in these stories. And always remember you can always just STOP READING. Anyway thanks again to those of you who don't (stop reading that is) SS06

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Most people don't remember much of their lives before they were seven or eight. I can remember almost every detail of my life from the age of four on. I'm particularly fond of the years when I was four and five. The memories are particularly vivid fifteen years later. I cherish them and guard them like jewels, sharing them with no one. After all they're all I have to call my own. 

I drop to the floor and crank out twenty-five perfect pushups. Rising I do twenty-five squats. The mini workout takes me all of two minutes to complete. I'm constantly doing little workouts whenever I have time. I must become stronger. 

I can hear the sounds of people; walking, talking and doing other things that normal people do only a few yards away from me. I hear his honeyed tones talking to them. He sounds so nice, so compassionate. He sounds like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth. If only they knew him as I do. 

I peeked out the door and saw the line of people filing out the door getting smaller and smaller. Somehow the organist always managed to be the last one. The fifty-something, bird-like woman smiled up at him through her gigantic glasses as he slipped a small roll of bills into her hand, unobtrusively.

As she tried to engage him in conversation, he promised to call her later and closed the door behind her, locking it securely. His mask was beginning to fade. He leaned with his back against the door, as if reflecting on what had just occurred. I slipped through the door into the church and began sweeping the floor. Only scant seconds had passed since he closed the door.

"Why the fuck does it take you so God damned long to start cleaning?" he bellowed.

"I'm sorry," I said. I said it very loudly and very clearly.

"Stop that God damned mumbling," he spat. He looked at me as if he was analyzing the way I swept. "Why the fuck are you using diagonal strokes to sweep?" he asked angrily.

"Because you said that straight left to right strokes damaged the floor and you beat me for using them, sir?" I said. "You also told me that straight back to front strokes looked queer and God doesn't like them. So you beat me." 

"That doesn't mean that it's okay to use fucking diagonal strokes," he said. He reached up with his arms so fast that I almost couldn't see them. His left arm grabbed me around my throat choking me. His right arm punched me in the face so hard that my head snapped back and I fell to the floor.

"The Lord hates stupidity and stupid people," he screamed as he gleefully kicked me in my side. "The Lord hates people who don't take pride in their work and do a good job!" Pain shot through me with each kick and my own anger grew. And then suddenly, fifteen years of torture and abuse ... ended. As he reached to kick me yet again, I rolled away from him. 

For the last two years I'd been doing pushups, sit ups, squats and any other exercise that I could think of, any chance I got. He was older and bigger than I was. But I was younger and stronger and more determined. I grabbed his descending foot, caught it in my hands, and twisted it, spilling him to the floor beside me. 

He was so shocked that he couldn't find the words to express it. He raised his hands to strike me again. And he had mayhem in his eyes. I rolled on top of him and grabbed both of his hands in mine. I put my knees over his torso and forced his arms above his head. He sputtered in frustration. He tried to move his arms, but as I've mentioned, I've been working out a lot. Meanwhile he's been lying back on his fat old ass eating bonbons, and cupcakes. 

My strength, fueled by the built up anger from over a decade of abuse overwhelmed his. I held his hands down with only one of mine and then for the first time in my life. I hit him back. The punch was solid. His head bounced uselessly off of the hardwood floor. He tried to scream but it came out as a short gurgling sound. My anger grew and I punched him again and again. As he tried to get up, I continued to punch him. When he tried to shake me off, I continued to hit him. My fist glanced off of his blood slicked face, but I continued to hit him. His resistance grew more and futile as it weakened because, I CONTINUED TO HIT HIM. I continued to hit him until he stopped moving and beyond that. Long after he lost consciousness, I continued to hit him. 

I hit him in the mouth. I hit him in the jaw. I hit him in the nose, the eye and on his chin. I punched him in the eye and then turned his other cheek to make Jesus proud of him. Bones snapped, blood flowed, cartilage gave way, but I continued to hit him. I only stopped when I could no longer move my arms. Then I stood up and started to kick him. 

Every so often, he groaned and then renewed by anger, I would increase my efforts. Anyone walking into the small southern church at that moment would have seen me and sworn that I was a monster. 

They would see only a large muscular twenty year old man beating the fuck out of a beloved small town southern preacher. His blood was all over me. It was on my face, my clothing, and the floor around where I continued pummeling him. It was on the wall beside us and on the back of the pews closest to us. 

My knuckles were bruised and bloody and beginning to swell, but I didn't consider stopping. The pain from my injuries would be transitory. The pain the man I beat had caused me had been never ending. 

At twenty years old, I hadn't been to school in the last fifteen years. I had no friends because no one had been allowed to know that I existed. I had been beaten severely for any and every slight infraction of his ever changing rules. Sometimes he changed the rules without telling me just so he could beat me. I had no actual knowledge of the passing of time. I only knew that sometimes, he'd spit at me, and tell me it was my birthday. Then two years ago, for no reason, he had awakened me in the middle of the night and blackened both of my eyes. He's split my lip, kicked me, and then just laughed at me as I cowered in the corner wondering how I could have done anything wrong while I was asleep. 

"What did I do wrong sir?" I asked in a terrified voice.

"Nothing, Stupid," he sneered. "I was just curious. It's your birthday. You're eighteen today. You are now a full grown man. I just wanted to see if I could still kick your ass as easily as always or if I needed to get some sort of equalizer to keep you in line. But apparently getting older hasn't resulted in you growing a spine." And he laughed at me and turned off the lights, leaving me in darkness and pain.

That was when something in my mind shifted. That was when I realized that no one would ever rescue me. I had long since given up on my parents coming to rescue me. That was when I decided that if I were ever to get free, I'd have to do it myself. It was also the day that I decided to kill him.

It is said that every man has two faces. One he shows the world and one he shows only to those closest to him. HE had that down to a science. He showed the people of the town a mask. A mask of a gentle, soft spoken, kindly, backwoods preacher, who when moved could spit fire and brimstone with the fire and passion of a true believer. But when the townies went home and the mask came off, all that was left was the antichrist beneath. That was when the man I knew showed up. He was nasty. He was evil. He was abusive, vile, immoral, and he claimed, though I never believed it, to be my father.

It often shocked me that only seconds after delivering a sermon on tolerance and forgiveness, he would beat me unmercifully for sweeping in the wrong direction. Or the night after proclaiming that the parents of a gay boy had failed their child, he forced me to do things that were unnatural. But this bastard would never hurt anyone again. My last few blows felt more as if I was slamming my fist into a bloody towel than a person. The bone and flesh beneath my fists had been crushed and blended to the consistency of hamburger.

I looked down on him with no regrets for what I had done. For years he had considered me and proclaimed me to be less than human. Now I had proven him right. I rested both of my hands on the floor beside the body and wondered, what next? For so many years I had dreamed of some day getting free of him. I had dreamed of someday paying him back for the way he had terrorized me throughout my life. The problem was that now that I had my freedom, now that I could go anywhere I wanted and do anything I wanted ... I just didn't know what I wanted. 

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Molly

Three p.m. The clock was ticking. I had two hours before Buck would leave the plant. I gathered my things and said goodbye to my students. I think they liked having a teacher who cleared out of the classroom before they did. 

As I hit the parking lot, I covered my long dark brown hair with a scarf. Once inside of my car, I put on large dark sunglasses. I left the parking lot, driving not towards my beautiful home on the north side of town, but towards the east side. 

By three fifteen p.m., I was driving into a parking lot that was hidden behind a motel on the outskirts of town. There were a couple of large trucks in the parking lot and several cars. I looked around me in every direction before heading towards one of the rooms. As I approached the door it opened quickly and I ducked inside. I had to be careful. It wouldn't be a good thing to have Molly Rogers, the elementary school teacher, seen going into a sleazy motel room.

Almost before the door was closed, he had grabbed me by my arm and slammed me against the shitty motel room's dresser. He lifted my skirt and jammed his knee between my legs separating them. He grunted as he did this in anticipation of what was to come. 

I leaned further forward resting my torso on the top of the short dresser. I closed my eyes as his huge hands probed between my legs.

"You nasty fucking slut," he almost groaned. "You walked around all day long teaching those kids with a wet pussy and no panties." His laugh was brutish, but filled with mirth. He lined up and thrust his member inside of me with no foreplay and no warning. It was as if all of the air was forced out of me in one gasp. My insides opened up to allow his entry and then folded back to caress his invading shaft. 

He fucked me then, with long almost brutal strokes and I loved every bit of it. I panted, moaned, and begged for him to fuck me harder and deeper. My hips pushed back against him with a passion that matched his own. Just as I began to really enjoy it. A huge rough hand grabbed my jaw and squeezed. I opened my mouth in reflex and soon found it stuffed with a dick that was just as big as the one in my pussy. Before my brain could fathom what was going on, he spoke.

"This is my co-driver on this run," he said. "I didn't think a whore like you would care. In fact I figured you'd get off on it." My brain and my body rebelled. I pushed the new man away from me just as the first guy unloaded almost a gallon of sperm in my pussy. I couldn't help it. My body betrayed me and I had a huge orgasm, spurred on partially by my anger.

"You should have asked me first!" I shouted. "I don't know anything about this guy. He could have all kinds of diseases!"

"Why the fuck would I care what you want," he said calmly. "You're a whore. You want what I give you. As a matter of fact, I'm thinking of just taking you with me one of these days. That way I could just fuck you in my truck whenever I want." 

I laughed long and hard. "I can get what you have anywhere I want it," I laughed. "You don't matter shit to me."

"I must mean something," he quipped. "You keep risking your marriage for me. Admit it; I'm much more important to you than that wimp you're married to."

"Call him another name and you'll never see me again," I yelled. "The only reason you ever got within a block of me is because I don't want to hurt him. I'd do anything for Buck. You wouldn't believe some of the sacrifices I've made for that man. He is everything to me. You're a toy. And you're easily replaced." I pulled my skirt down and glared at his friend, a large good looking black guy. It could have been fun if he had only let me know in advance. But there was no way I would ever allow him to even think that he owned me.

I walked out of the motel without looking back, slamming the door behind me. I'd get home early tonight. That would be good; I could make Buck an even better dinner. God knows he deserved it, he worked his ass off for us, and I really did love Buck. I guess the problem was that he was just too damned good to me. 

I felt weird that afternoon, though. As I left the motel it felt as if someone was watching me or following me. I looked around in every direction and saw no one. I chalked it up to just guilt. Maybe after all of the years I was beginning to develop a conscience. 

I got into my car and drove towards home. I stopped off at a local store and got everything I'd need to make a great dinner for Buck. I pulled into my driveway, still looking around behind me. There were no cars following me down the street. And I didn't think that anyone on foot could keep pace with a car. As far as I knew we hadn't developed bionic men yet. So my feelings of unease, faded. I was two showers and a dinner away from having Buck's arms around me to wipe away the guilt of my slutty behavior. 

I held the grocery bag in one hand and unlocked the front door with the other. I pushed the door open; and was driven inside of the house by a body that slammed into me, knocking me off of my feet inside of my living room. 

"What do you want?" I cried out in fear. "My money is in my purse. Take it and go. You can have whatever you want. Just take it and go."

"I didn't come for money or any of this shit," he sneered. "I came for you."

"Look, I have some time. You can have me, but we need to be quick. My husband will be home in about an hour and you should be gone by then," I told him. He just looked at me crazily and shook his head. 

"You really don't recognize me, do you Whore?" he asked. He seemed almost disappointed that I didn't. I looked at his face trying to place him. Over the years there had been so many men that the faces had begun to blur, but there was something about him. 

He just glared at me angrily. "I can make it really good for you," I said in my sexiest voice. I leaned back and let my skirt rise up. He reached over and ran his hand along the flesh of my leg. Over the years I had lost a lot of muscle tone. But I thought I looked good for a forty year old woman. 

His hand trailed along my leg and then my stomach. He skirted around my breasts bringing the hand up to my face. I watched mesmerized and a little turned on by the way he moved that hand. It rose up suddenly and all of the fingers curled in on themselves until the hand formed a fist. And then like lightning he punched me in the face so hard I got groggy. I didn't actually get knocked out, but all of the fight and the will to resist was gone. 

Noticing that I was out of it, he quickly went into my kitchen and rummaged through the cabinets and drawers. I tried to stand even though he had one eye trained on me while he searched. He came back with a roll of Buck's duct tape. Then he wrestled me into one of the dining room chairs, he wrapped the tape around my arms and legs.

"Look it doesn't have to be this way," I said. "I'll give you all the pussy you want. Just please be quick. You can come back tomorrow after my husband has left for work too." He slapped me across the face even harder then.

"You're disgusting," he said angrily. "I've been watching you for a while. Truck drivers, salesmen ... you spread your legs for almost anyone you run into. Do you think I want to pick up one of your diseases? When your husband gets home and finds your lifeless body, he won't know it, but he'll be a lot better off. I'm probably saving his life."

"You can wear a condom," I said. "I think I have some around here somewhere."

He stood in front of me then and looked at me. "You really have no idea who I am, do you?" He asked. There was a note of sadness in his voice that touched me. He must've been one of the kids I'd taught over the years. I had never fucked any of the kids I taught. Even I wouldn't sink that low. Well that wasn't exactly true. The real reason was that I had a thing for bigger dicks so the kids were off of the table.

"For just a second I felt bad about this," he said. "But you're as bad as he was. Everything he said was probably true. I am going to make this quick for you though. Open your mouth."

Now that was something I could do. "Pull down your pants," I said lustily. "This is going to be the best blow job you've ever had."

"Yeah," he said snidely. "But it's not going to be the kind of blow job you give your Johns." He pulled a gun from his pocket and stuck the barrel in my mouth. "This is going to be the kind of blow job where I blow your slutty brains all over the fucking walls." 

I tried to talk. I tried to beg him for my life, but with the gun in my mouth I couldn't say anything. The look in his eyes was cold and dead. I saw no mercy there. But my mind sensed something. I felt it even before I heard the sound of Buck's custom exhaust system. It was still not in front of our house. But it was definitely Buck's Mustang. 

The man looked around as he heard it and pulled the gun out of my mouth. 

"Please don't hurt him," I cried. "Go ahead. Kill me and then just run out the back door. You're right about me. I deserve whatever you want to do to me. But Buck doesn't. He doesn't know about me..."

"I already know that," he said coldly. "That's why I wanted to kill you before he got home. I wanted to spare him as much pain as possible. But now though, I don't know what to do here..."

A couple of minutes later, my husband Buck, who at forty one years old still had the energy of a teenager bounded into the house. "Surprise!" he yelled, holding up a huge bouquet of flowers. And then he got the funniest look on his face as he noticed the man standing over me. 

I had always feared this moment. I had lived in terror of the moment when Buck found out about the other side of my life. Yet somehow as much as I loved the big lug I had never been able to give it up. The extramarital sex was like a drug. I swore year after year that I would stop, but I never seemed to be able to give it up. I'm human. I've never claimed to be perfect. I have my failures just like everyone else does. 

Shit, my husband Buck is the closest thing to a boy scout that I can imagine. But even he has his flaws. Our insurance rates in Michigan are among the highest in country. Our personal insurance rates are even higher than the average Michigan family's because of Buck. My husband, as much as I love him, is like some kind of insane Sammy Hagar disciple on steroids. Not only can Buck not drive 55, Buck has trouble driving 85. Every time the man wanders home with a sheepish grin and yet another speeding ticket, I cringe. I know that our insurance rates will go up another 50 to a hundred dollars a month. 




Darkness at the Edge of a Dream



As he hugs me and tried to explain what happened, he sounds like Kurt Russell's character Jack, in the movie "Big Trouble in Little China."

"Molly, I don't see what they're getting so excited about," he smiles. "I never drive any faster than I can see and I was only doing a hundred and..." It's the same thing over and over. I swear that I'm buying his next mustang for him. And I'm going to cure all of this. I'm going to get him one of those four cylinder ones they're planning on building. But Buck's won't have the benefit of the twin turbos.

Buck's face twisted as he looked at the man beside me, who had hidden his gun as Buck entered the room. 

I watched as a host of emotions played themselves out across my husband's face. I was expecting rage, jealousy, anger ... possibly tears but nothing prepared me for his actual reaction. His face got very serious as he scanned the intruder's face. Then curiosity resulted in him searching the features yet again before ... he smiled, screamed, and ran across the room closing the distance between them. His arms flew wide and then I realized what he was screaming as he hugged the young man. 

"Cap!" he screamed. "I don't believe it!"

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Buck

Life is a roller coaster. It's full of ups and downs. I guess there's a reason for that. It's hard to understand happiness if you've never been sad. Things are never as good as when you're used to them being bad. 

My life in particular was a story in contrasts. It just seemed to be equal parts, joy, and pain. Today was another hill on the roller coaster of my life. 

I left work early. My current project was stalled. I was ready to move to a full-sized prototype. The only thing I needed was the raw materials. I had 3-D CAD renderings and had used them to generate CNC programs, but I had no metal to work with. The finished product was supposed to be made from a lightweight Zinc alloy. I had ordered several billets of the material, weeks ago, yet none had arrived.

It seemed like a good reason to leave early, stop off and buy flowers for Molly and take her out to dinner. My wife Molly is amazing. She's not a raving beauty, but she's the queen of my castle. Molly is a school teacher. I knew her job was more important than I could ever describe. Molly shapes young minds into the people that they'll someday become. It's almost criminal that teachers are under-paid and under-valued the way they are.

If you saw Molly on the street, you probably wouldn't notice her. She looks just like every other forty year old woman out there. Her waist is thicker than it was when we got together. Her boobs seem to have surrendered to gravity and her butt doesn't stand out the way it used to. But like a lot of women, my Molly looks a lot better without her clothes. When she's dressed, Molly looks a little chunky. But it's because her bra and those terrible skirts she wears to work for comfort, just seem to lump everything together. 

Molly's boobs are pretty big and they're all natural. So they tend to sag a bit and rest on her tummy. That adds to the general impression of her being chunky. Her thicker waist and big old butt also add to the impression of chunkiness. But any man who sees Molly naked will definitely want her. Fortunately, I'm the only one who sees her that way and I'm the only one who gets her. 

Molly and I are just hitting our stride again after a big life-issue we had about fifteen years ago. There's that joy/pain thing again. 

Molly and I got married very young. We were both eighteen at the time and like a lot of young couples; we were faced with heading off to college and inevitably breaking up slowly and painfully over the next few years. Molly had always told me that the two of us were meant to be together. So we decided to both go to the same college to ensure that it happened. Those first few months at college were filled with all kinds of adventures and all kinds of temptation. 

After seeing the way some of the women looked at me, Molly had given me an ultimatum. I had to either marry her or lose her. Twenty two years later we're still together, so my choice is obvious. 

Anyway two years into our marriage, we were extremely happy. Our plan was going great. It was really coming together. I love it when a plan comes together. It looked like we would both graduate on time, her in education and me in engineering. But along came that bump in the road. We discovered that Molly was pregnant. It threw a huge monkey wrench into our plans. After some hand wringing and a lot of tears, we made it through the near crisis albeit with some parental interaction and support. 

For Molly altering the plan meant that she would graduate a year or two later than planned. For me it meant getting a paid internship and working my ass off for my last two years of college. But in the end we did the right thing and made it work for us. 

When he was born, we argued over what to name our son. We finally settled on my first choice although I never told Molly where the name came from. We had named him Steve. Molly thought I had named him after a favorite uncle of mine. It worked because she also had an uncle named Steve. Actually I had named him after my favorite character from Marvel comics. I named him after Captain America. Steve Rogers quickly became the focus of our lives. He was equal parts best friend and biggest responsibility for me. Steve was probably the primary reason that I grew up and stopped behaving like a boy instead of a man. I simply couldn't imagine Steve having to do without something because I had done something stupid and lost my job. 

We did all of the usual father and son things. I introduced him to comic books, movies, baseball, Mustangs, and all of the other good things in life. I remember swelling with pride as I began picking him up after school each day. Every day brought a small infusion of joy to my life as he looked at the cars parked in front of the school, spotted my Mustang and ran over to me. 

But that joy turned to horror about three weeks into the school year as I waited for him to come out to the car. Steve was always one of the first to emerge. So when all, or most of the kids were gone and he hadn't come out my concern grew. I went inside the school and looked into his classroom. 

I saw his teacher Mrs. Gonzales and waved at her as she sat at her desk grading papers. I spoke to her and found out that Steve had been called to the office about a half hour before school let out. His uncle had picked him up to take him to the dentist. His mother had called earlier in the day to let the school know that it was going to happen. They had gotten a copy of the uncle's driver's license and he was the man that Molly had assured them would be picking him up. 

I quickly called Molly and she had no idea of what they were talking about. Molly left school and rushed over to Steve's school. We called the police. During the time that Molly was supposed to have called them she'd been in a meeting with her school's principal and the guidance counselor who handled her students. Both men verified that Molly hadn't left the room or made any phone calls. 

The police launched an investigation, they checked out everyone and everything. They looked at the school's security tapes but fifteen years ago technology wasn't what it is today. The grainy black and white video yielded very little information. The FBI was called in and discovered very little additional information. They did find out that the woman who made the call hadn't called from Molly's office or even her school. The call had come from a pay phone in another area of the city. Our son was gone and both Molly and especially I, sank into a depression. 

We both blamed ourselves. We both felt as if we had failed both Cap, as I called him for short, and each other. We went through all of the stages of depression both together and individually. We grasped at straws and turned on each other, almost ruining our marriage. I wondered how the hell the kidnapper knew Molly's name. I think that for a while, deep down inside I blamed her. 

For the next five years things weren't the same between Molly and me. We argued about everything and nothing. We didn't trust each other. We forgave each other over and over, only to start the entire cycle all over again. Each of us felt the loss of our son in different ways. And I think that was a part of our problem. Molly, far earlier than I did, perhaps through prayer or whatever; came to terms with it. I couldn't. And that, more than anything else, caused the rift between us to widen. 

Molly believed that what happened; had just happened. She believed that the best way for us to move on would be to simply have another child. Several other people believed the same thing. I abjectly refused to even consider it. I couldn't face the fact that our son was gone. I also couldn't believe that Molly could so cavalierly relegate him to whatever fate had in store. It made me hate her just a little. 

She on the other hand blamed me for our failure to move on. She was also angered by my reluctance to have sex with her. But I knew that she only wanted sex so she could get pregnant again and try to sweep Steven under the rug. She had already cleaned out his room and removed all of the pictures of him from the house. 

On the verge of divorce, we were forced into counseling. So many things came out in the counseling and I believe that those sessions saved our marriage. We had been in love for so long by then, that it seemed incomprehensible that we had never learned to communicate our feelings to each other. The tragedy had brought that out. It was not a matter of a few weeks and suddenly a magic bullet appeared and we forgave each other. We were in counseling for more than four years. We came out of it in bad shape, but infinitely better than we'd been going in. 

The one thing that we agreed on was that we loved each other too much to divorce over something that neither of us was responsible for. It had been whoever kidnapped our son that we should focus our anger on, not each other. Over the last few years, we had finally gotten to the point where we could put it behind us. Only a few weeks ago, Molly had brought up the fact that if we did want to have another child, she was reaching the point where it might not be advisable. In other words I needed to shit or get off of the pot. 

That had started another argument. "Or else what?" I had screamed angrily. I really misunderstood her. 

"Or else we won't have children," she said calmly. She looked at me wondering where my anger had come from. "You know we could always wait a few more years and adopt," she added.

I had taken her in my arms and kissed her with a passion that I hadn't felt in years. "I love you Moll," I said. "Let's make a baby."

She had been amazed by my quick turnaround and wanted an explanation. I told her that I had thought when she said we need to do it now or else, that she'd meant that she would divorce me and have a child with someone else, or that she would just have a child without me, while still expecting to stay married to me. 

She laughed for about an hour. She was constantly pointing her finger at me and telling me how stupid I was for even thinking that she would ever divorce me. 

Today was the start of that. Molly and I had, after the counseling sessions had ended, resumed having sex. But it wasn't as frenzied, or as frequent as before. It was as if something was missing. It was more like we had sex to fulfill a need that we both shared and to keep our marriage together. But not because of any great desire. And whenever we had sex, as strange as it seemed, I always wore a condom. I guess I was still trying to control whether or not we got pregnant again. 

But today, I came home with the clear intention of fucking the shit out of Molly. I intended to shoot so much sperm into her womb that it would come out of her mouth and nose whenever she coughed. I was going to fuck her the way I did in the old days and have her screaming for more.

After leaving the flower shop I had gotten onto the freeway. That day in particular, I wanted everything to go well so I drove an almost pedestrian 85 mph on the freeway. I passed several hidden state troopers. The bastards were parked behind signs and in low lying ditches beside the roads. None of those assholes tagged me today. I decided to burn a dozen donuts as a sacrifice to the traffic gods for my good fortune. 

As I pulled into my driveway, I had a sense of excitement. As I opened the door it grew. I saw Molly sitting in a chair with a young man standing over her. There was something familiar about him. Then as I saw his features, it was instantly clear. He had Molly's nose and lips but my hair color and skin tone. Even fifteen years couldn't change that expression on his face. And every Dad could recognize his own child, of so I thought. 

I ran across the room as fast as I could and hugged him tighter than I have ever hugged any human being in my life. 

"Cap!" I screamed again and again. He hugged me back and that sealed it. There was no doubt in my mind that my son had come home. My mind, my body, and my soul all agreed that my nightmare was finally over. Unfortunately they were all full of shit. My nightmare had just begun. The dream I expected to find with the return of my son was tainted. There was darkness on the edge of my dream and it would change my life forever. 

"What!" screamed Molly. "It's not possible!"

* * * * * *

Steve

It took me a while to realize what I had done. On the surface, I knew that I had made sure that I no longer had to worry about Reverend Cletus ever hurting me again. I knew that I was no longer a slave/whipping boy. I knew that I could now for the first time in my life, do anything I wanted to do. I just didn't know what I wanted to do. 

Another thing that was resonating through me was the fact that I had with one thoughtless act destroyed the code that I lived by. I was taught from a very early age that I was one of the good guys. I was Cap after all. And the good guys don't kill. I had taken a life. Did that meant that I could no longer be one of the good guys?

As I looked around the church, I put that thought on a shelf for the time being. I thought about my situation and realized that I had several things going in my favor. The first was the fact that Cletus' own actions had helped me. He followed the same pattern in almost every place we'd gone over the past fifteen years. We would move into a small town, Cletus would find them on the internet. He looked for small towns that had a church but needed a preacher. He would take over the church and steal every nickel he could come up with. And we'd continue to do it until he either got caught doing something stupid, or someone caught him and found out that he actually wasn't any kind of preacher.

Cletus did have a certificate of ordination. But it came from a college on the internet that would ordain anyone with fifty bucks and a mail order address. Cletus had been caught a couple of times screwing the wrong man's wife. He always claimed that those small town women came on to him. He also claimed that he was doing the Lord's work exposing whores for what they were. 

I also remember what Cletus had told me once during one of his drunken episodes. Cletus talked a lot when he was drunk. That was how I found out how I came to be with Cletus instead of my family. And thinking back on that, I knew where I needed to go and exactly what I had to do. 

Maybe I couldn't be one of the good guys anymore. I remember from the comic books that sometimes you can't be a hero. Heroes make lemonade when life hands them lemons. But sometimes life doesn't even give out lemons. Sometimes life just gives you pure shit. There are some people who life just shits on. I've never heard of shit-on-ade. So instead of being Cap, maybe I had to be one of those anti-heroes. Maybe I have to become the Punisher. Maybe it's my lot in life to get back at the people who gave me shit. Perhaps my life was always destined to be short and lonely.

One thing I had going for me was the fact that Cletus never let anyone in any town we went to know that I was with him. In fact we never let anyone know that I existed. So after living in this town for nearly three years, which was a record for us, no one in town knew anything about me. 

That meant a couple of really good things for me and bad things for Cletus. But since Cletus didn't really care or really matter anymore, all that mattered was what was good for me. The first good thing was that Cletus only had people in the church twice a week. Wednesday evening for choir practice and Sunday morning and afternoon for services. That gave me three days and three nights to travel before anyone discovered Cletus. 

I decided to wait until dark and bury him behind the church. Maybe that way the people in town would think he had just run off. In the meantime I turned on all of the lights and closed the doors. I cleaned up the church as I always did. The only difference was that as I mopped and scrubbed, I was mostly more intent on cleaning up blood and bits of Cletus than I was on cleaning up the dust and debris of the church service.

I searched through everything we had in the church. I found a lot of things that would be useful to me. I found a lot of cash. The keys to Cletus' car and a gun that I never knew he had. There were no bullets in the gun, but it would be useful for scaring the shit out of people. 

In another room I found some things that made no sense at all. I found the belongings of lots and lots of people. I found pictures clothing and ID cards and licenses from men and women but also from boys and girls. I looked through them and found a driver's license from a man about my age with hair the same color as mine. His name was Buford Barnes. It was an omen. 

I remembered him from a couple of years back. I had dug his grave. He had been killed in a traffic accident out on the highway. Cletus had volunteered to take care of everything for the family. Of course they had given him, or the church, a substantial gift afterwards. I pocketed the license. I ate as much of the food as I could stuff down myself and loaded a lot of dry, easy to eat things like chips, cookies, crackers, canned tuna, and juice into the car. 

We had planned on planting several trees in the area behind the church. I planted a tree that night before I drove off. But I planted an asshole with it. 

Cletus had taught me to drive when I was fourteen. I stayed under the speed limit and listened to news stations as I headed north. I never heard anything about a missing preacher or a dead one. I was stopped a couple of times, but neither time resulted in tickets. It was mostly just officers checking on a young driver on the interstate alone. I was polite, showed my stolen driver's license, and shared the story of my first solo trip up north to visit my grandma. They ate it up. 

"Yes sir, officer," I'd say. "My name is Buford. But everyone calls me Bucky."

There were so many things that I could do, that I had never been able to do before. I went to McDonalds. After eating there for my first time, I couldn't figure it why anyone would ever want to eat anything else. After that I only stopped for gas and more McDonalds as I made my way north.

By the time I got to Michigan, I was buzzing with excitement. I was also buzzing with anger. I guess I never gave any thought to how I would handle the task ahead of me. I just knew that it had to be done. My head was full of comic book concepts like righting the wrong done me, rescuing the innocent and dying a righteous death afterwards.

* * * * * *

Molly

"It's not possible," I screamed. "It can't be him. He's lying. I..."




Darkness at the Edge of a Dream



"You what, Molly?" asked Buck. As I looked at my husband, I knew that I was in more trouble than I had ever been in. Both my marriage and quite probably my life were at stake here. I had to be prepared to do whatever it took to get out of this one. 

"Molly what kind of game is this?" he screamed. My gentle husband had become a raging tiger. I shifted blame like a pro. "He's going to kill me," I screamed. "He tied me to this chair and he had that gun in my mouth. What kind of son would do that to his own mother?"

"What kind of mother gives her son to a monster?" he replied.

"Cap, what the hell are you talking about?" asked Buck. "Molly and I were distraught when you disappeared. As a matter of fact both of us were so broken up by it that we almost didn't make it. We barely avoided divorce."

"Dad, I didn't want to hurt you," he said. "You and I are the victims here. She..." He pointed at a cringing Molly.

"She arranged the whole thing to prevent you from finding out that she's been cheating on you," he said. I watched as Buck's knees weakened under him and he almost collapsed. It was as if someone had just punched him in the gut. His reaction only underscored how much the man loved me. His face got pale and he looked like he was about to throw up everything in his stomach. But he held it in, barely. 

He looked over at me and my expression must've given it away. Before I could even begin to lie, he read it in my face. 

"Cap, I don't understand," he said slowly. "What does her cheating on me have to do with allowing our son to be kidnapped? Did you catch her in the act and she was afraid that you'd tell me?"

"I wish it was just that simple, Dad," said Steven. "She would have just convinced you that I was mistaken. Or that I didn't understand what I was seeing. And you loved her. You would have needed some sort of proof."

"You still need some sort of proof don't you?" I asked. "As long as we've been married, don't I deserve the benefit of the doubt or at least the chance to explain?"

"That's just it," began the man who claimed to be our son. "I am the proof. That's why I had to go. I'm sure on some level she loved me, Dad. But not as much as she loved fucking around. The way Cletus, he was her lover, explained it to me. My school had begun DNA testing on all of the kids. She couldn't afford to have me tested. So she put no on the consent form. But when you picked me up from school and spoke to my teacher, you signed the form so I was going to be tested. Molly couldn't allow that so she literally gave me to Cletus. Apparently, Cletus was my father and she knew that she'd lose you if that got out." 

That news was too much for Buck. He sank into one of the chairs in the living room. He was trying to process it and clearly failing. 

Steven kept on talking. He described his nightmarish existence, from the age of five years old until the present. None of it was pleasant. There were several times when he described things that Cletus had done to him or forced him to do, that made me want to cry myself. Even I had difficulty, understanding how Cletus could have treated his own child that way. Tears began to roll down my cheeks as he spoke of being beaten for no reason, being starved for days at a time, and other things that made my skin crawl. I had known that Cletus wasn't exactly a choirboy, but this was too much.

"I never knew, Steven," I sobbed. "I thought that being your father, he'd treat you like Buck did."

"I'm going to kill that bastard," said Buck. "Where is he?"

"Buck, there's no need for us to get involved in this," I said. "I made a terrible mistake. But we can try to put our family back together again. We can get past this. I'll do whatever it takes to make up for it."

My husband, the kindest, sweetest man I know swiveled his head to look at me. His face was desolate and his eyes were devoid of any emotion. In the coldest voice I had ever heard he dashed any hope of us staying together. "You made more than one mistake," he said icily. "The first one was cheating on me. The second one was giving Steven to that monster. The third one is having the idea that there was any way that I would ever forgive this. You may as well call that asshole and warn him. I'm going to spend the rest of my life, if necessary, tracking him down, and when I find him, he's dead."

"He's already dead," said Steven. "I killed him myself." Steven described what he had done to Cletus and I was even more afraid of him. I sensed an opening that I could exploit. Buck had always been a boy scout. He could never condone that sort of thing. 

"Buck, Honey, that's what I was trying to tell you. He broke in here. He stuck a gun in my mouth. He was going to kill me when you walked in. I admit that I made a mistake all those years ago, but I learned from it. I became a good and faithful..." I started to say before Steven interrupted me.

"She's lying again," said Steven. "I watched her for the past three days. I guess I wanted to see how the two of you were getting along and if you guys were still together. Just today I followed her home from the motel where she fucked two truck drivers." Buck looked at me even more angrily.

"Buck, I'm your wife," I pleaded. "Steven isn't even your son. I admit that I made a terrible mistake back then, but I was afraid of losing you. I figured that you and Cletus had the same hair color and eye color. I didn't think you'd ever find out. It's like that old saying, "Momma's baby, Daddy's ... maybe?" But I knew that you had more than enough love in your heart for him and you proved me right. Sure, I was afraid of the DNA testing. That was why I didn't want it. I didn't want to destroy our family. And I loved my son. But God help me, I didn't love him as much as I love you. Buck, I don't love anyone or anything as much as I love you." 

"Except fucking other men, I guess," said Buck.

"That isn't true, Honey," I said. "It's an addiction. I'm sick. I just need therapy. It's like smoking, or drinking or gambling. I just need some sort of rehab. But I'm willing to go through treatment to keep our family together."

Buck looked at me as if I had just fallen out of the stupid tree. Then he just shook his head and walked up the stairs slowly. As Buck walked away, Steven, my son, smiled at me. But it wasn't a happy smile. That smile told me so much more. It told me that while Steven, had always loved being Buck's son, there was a lot of Cletus in him too. It told me that Steven was capable of cruelty or evil that Buck could never imagine. I tried to get up from the chair to follow Buck and plead with him to give me another chance. Then I realized that I was still duct taped to the chair. Steven's smile grew even broader. He just stared at me as if he was imagining everything he was going to do to me.

I recoiled in horror as I imagined the amount of anger he had built up towards me after a lifetime of abuse that he blamed me for. He had killed Cletus. He'd known at the time that Cletus was his biological father and he had killed him anyway. He had beaten Cletus to death with his bare hands. What would he do to me? He clearly felt that I was as guilty as Cletus. 

Buck came back down the stairs with a suitcase and his duffle bag. Of all the ways this scenario could have played out, I had never imagined that Buck would ever leave me for any reason. He loved me for God's sake. Buck's unconditional love was one of the mainstays of my sanity. He couldn't just walk away and leave me with a murderer, could he?

"Come on Cap," he said. "We have to go. We have to get this all sorted out. We'll find a hotel for tonight and you can tell me the whole story. First thing in the morning we'll find a couple of good lawyers and..."

"But, didn't you hear me?" asked Steve. "I'm not your son." Steven was on the verge of tears.

"Says who?" asked Buck. "I was there when you came into this world. I cut your umbilical cord myself. I took care of you every day until you ... LEFT." He looked directly at me when he said that part. 

"Right now both of us have our backs against the wall," continued Buck. "All we have is each other, so we have to stick together."

"What about me?" I said quietly, but not so quietly that they didn't hear me. They kept heading for the door, ignoring me. I hate to be ignored. 

"Buck, if you leave me, I'll file attempted murder charges against Steven. He tried to kill me. He stuck that fucking gun in my mouth," I yelled. Steven turned to me and place the gun against his own head. He pulled the trigger and all I heard was a loud click.

"I don't have any bullets, Mother," he said. "I never intended to kill you. I just wanted to scare the shit out of you. I wanted you to feel some of the terror that my life has been. My only intention in coming here was to tell Dad, the kind of woman he married. Mission accomplished." And then they closed the door behind them. 

Over the next few days, my life was hell. I called the school and took a leave of absence, citing family issues. There was no way I could work with the way I felt. Nothing seemed to matter to me anymore. I had my dream life with a man who loved me more than anything. And I had fucked it up. 

I called Buck over and over, both on his cell and at work. He never answered. I left messages that he never returned. I drove by his office and was told that they couldn't give me any information on him. For three days I didn't hear a word from Buck. I wanted to die. I realized then that all of the dick in the world wasn't worth one of Buck's hugs. 

I also had to admit that Buck wasn't really bad in bed, he was just ... predictable. But at that moment I wanted a dose of predictable like a man dying of thirst needs water. But if I thought that I was in hell being out of communication with Buck, I jumped out of the frying pan and into an even hotter frying pan. 

I woke to find, as usual, that my God damned paper boy had thrown the newspaper behind my hedges instead of on the porch. I had to step onto the wet grass to pick up my soggy fucking paper and that put me in a bad mood. My mood worsened when I opened the paper and saw the headline. "Local man returns to town after fifteen year absence." That was the worst thing possible. I had wanted to keep the whole thing quiet. 

As I stepped back up onto to my porch, calling the paperboy all kinds of names under my breath, a car pulled up on front of my house. A tiny, cheerful looking blond woman got out of the car with a package. It was a box almost like the ones they bring flowers in. 

She had on a long pencil skirt that came down on mid calf. She wore five inch stiletto heels in a cream color that matched her sweater. As she came over to me I noticed that she was chewing gum and even cracked it a couple of times as she looked at a list of some sort. 

"Are you Molly Rogers?" she asked cheerfully. 

"Yes I am," I said. She handed me the box.

"You've been served," she said cracking her gum so loudly that it sounded like firecrackers. I opened the top of the box and looked at the papers inside of it. I almost collapsed. Buck had filed for divorce. I was stunned beyond belief. I knew he was angry at me, but I had expected for him to sulk for a while and then we would get together and talk about things the way we always did. 

I needed to get myself a lawyer so I could fight this. I also decided to press charges against Steven anyway. I would do it as leverage to use against Buck. As I headed back for my porch again another car pulled up. This time it was a police car. The driver gave his siren one of those annoying little chirps to get my attention. 

He got out of the car and came around on front of me. "Are you Molly Rogers?" He asked.

I nodded my head dumbly. I was in shock from the fact that Buck wanted a divorce. I simply couldn't imagine a life without him. We had been the perfect couple. We had gone through so many things together. I had sacrificed of much for him. It made no sense. I needed to talk to him.

"I need you to come down to the station with me," he said.

"I don't have time for any of that foolishness," I said in an annoyed voice. "I have problems to take care of."

"Lady," he said. "If you don't get your ass in this car, you're going to have even more problems."

I turned around to give him a piece of my mind. But the look on his face told me he was serious. "What do they want with me?" I asked. 

"Ma'am you might want to get a lawyer," he sighed. "You're facing some very serious charges. You're not being arrested right now. But the prosecutor wants to talk to you. He wants to hear your side of this, before deciding on which way to go."

"Prosecutor!" I said in surprise. "Look, I did a really stupid thing. I regret it with every beat of my heart. But cheating on your husband isn't illegal. There are no laws against it."

"Lady, no one gives a damn who you spread your legs for except you and your husband. We're talking about kidnapping, conspiracy to kidnap, unlawful imprisonment and Felony child abuse," he said seriously. 

My shock at finding out that Buck wanted a divorce was multiplied. And suddenly I realized who was responsible for all of my fucking problems. It was that God damned Steven. The primary thought going through my mind as the officer allowed me to dress, was that my son was a walking endorsement for abortion. I should have gotten rid of him instead of trying to pass him off as Buck's. Not only would Buck and I not have spent so many years fighting over whose fault his disappearance was, but we wouldn't be considering a divorce now. Well...Buck was considering a divorce. I was preparing to fight for my marriage. I dressed very conservatively, as befits a school teacher.

As we left the house, I suddenly realized the enormity of the trouble I was in. If any of those charges stuck, I could lose my career. On the other hand, I also stood a good chance of losing my marriage. I didn't want to lose either. But I'd quit in a heartbeat to stay married to Buck.

When we got to the station, I was hustled into an interrogation room, where a couple of men waited for me. They began asking me questions almost immediately. It wasn't like on TV. They didn't offer me coffee or a cigarette, they just launched in and started asking me questions. 

"Mrs. Rogers, did you get any money in exchange for giving your son to Reverend Cletus?" asked one, a fat balding man with an apparent lack of manners and a mean streak. 

"No," I said defensively. They threw a flurry of questions at me and I remembered how they handled situations like this on Hawaii five - O. "I want a lawyer," I said folding my arms across my chest. 

"Just answer the God damned question," said the mean one. 

"L - A - W - Y - E - R," I said.

"Fine Bitch," he snapped. "If you want to play hard ball, we can!"

"I don't think we can play HARD anything," I said calmly. "You look kind of soft to me. You look like you're so soft that your BALLS are made of PUSSY," I said.

He got so angry his entire face turned red. His colleague exploded in laughter and had to leave the room. "Put that bitch in a cell," he screamed. 

About an hour later, a guy came Into my cell. If a man can be considered frumpy, that's what he was. "I'm your lawyer," he said almost as if it was a question. 

"Great, I need you to do something for me," I said.

"Okay," he said curiously. "But we should be working on your case, shouldn't we?"

"No Honey," I said. "That will come a little bit later."

"What do you need me to do?" he asked.

"First, get me a better lawyer," I said. "You don't look like you've ever won anything and I can't afford to lose this one. As a matter of fact, I need two lawyers. One to keep me out of jail and the other to keep me from getting divorced. You can stay on to watch them. Maybe you'll learn something."

He looked dubious. "You know that if you can afford a lawyer, you don't need me, right?" he asked. 

"Yeah," I said. "I was just trying to get you the ability to network with some real ambulance chasers."

"Hey, I'm a successful lawyer too. I help people. I make sure that everyone has an adequate legal defense," he said. 

"Oh yeah," I dead panned. "Everyone in trouble, wants an adequate lawyer...NOT! They want the best, most vicious, take no prisoners, cut throat lawyer they can find. And you're throwing away your chance to to rub elbows with them."

He took off his glasses and wiped his nose with a dirty handkerchief. "Alright," he said finally. "I have a few classmates who went into private practice. Some of them are pretty ruthless. I could make a phone call."

Two hours later, a man walked into my cell. He looked at me up and down. He handed me a contract that was basically a schedule of fees. 

"Why are there so many separate charges?" I asked.

"I get paid for every charge they drop," he said. 

"Whatever," I said. He nodded and walked away.

He was back a half hour later. "Can you get me a better cell?" I asked. 

"Nope," he said. 

"But I thought you were a hot shot lawyer," I said.

"You don't need a better cell, you're sprung," he said.

"You got me out on bail that fast?" I asked.

"Nope, the charges are all dropped. You're free," he said. 

"But how?" I asked as he handed me the bill. 

"Most of the charges came from your husband and the kid," he said. "Your husband charged you with kidnapping, so the DA, who's up for re-election smells a juicy case. He goes for it and forgets a few things in his haste."

"What did he forget?" I asked.

"You can't kidnap your own kid. You had custody of the kid. You chose to give him to this Cletus guy. Your hubby isn't the kid's actual father so he had absolutely no rights unless you or Cletus died. Cletus had never given up his parental rights to the kid so he had just as much right to keep the kid as you did. Therefore, no kidnapping. As far as the conspiracy thing goes...two parents who both agree that the kid would be better off with the actual father is not a conspiracy, especially when the third party, namely your husband, once again has no parental rights to the kid. Unlawful imprisonment, doesn't work because every kid in the world at one time or another wants to get away from one or both of their parents. And lastly you can 't be charged with the child abuse, even though the kid had a really rough time of it, because you weren't down there with him. You had no knowledge of the way his father treated him."

"That's great," I said. "I guess it was worth the twelve thousand dollars. How much are you going to charge me for my divorce?"

"I'm not doing your divorce," he said.

"Why not?" I asked.

"BecauseBecause going to lose that one," he said. "There's no way to win it. And the DA doesn't like having his ass kicked. He's going to come after you with other charges."

"But I can just call you then, right?" I asked. He shook his head. 

"Nope," he said. And he walked away. As he did so the guard gestured for me to leave too. I was a free woman. I had to catch a cab to get home and the taxi driver kept looking at me. When I got home, it just felt different. I went upstairs to take a shower and discovered that Buck had been there while I was in jail. He had taken the rest of his clothes and a lot of his personal things. I tried his cell phone and noticed that it went directly to voice mail. 

I had been in jail over-night and I was exhausted but I needed a chance to talk to Buck before I could go to sleep. I stayed awake until I was sure that Buck would be at work. I called his office and his secretary hung up on me. I was sure it had been an accident or a lost connection, so I called her right back. She didn't pick up the phone for the second call. I went outside to try to figure out where the paperboy had hidden our newspaper that morning. I looked all over the yard and couldn't find it. 




Darkness at the Edge of a Dream



I went to sleep and slept for most of the day. I woke up that evening and looked outside. I guess, I was expecting that at any second, Buck's Mustang would come roaring up the block and he'd get out and smile and take me in his arms and this nightmare would be over. I did see the paper boy playing on the street with some of his friends. I called him and the little bastard ran off. 

"Where's my paper?" I screamed. I went back inside the house and turned the TV on and got the shock of my life. I tuned on the local news station and found out that we were the biggest story in town. They brought back the story of Steven's disappearance from school fifteen years ago and then segued into a new story. The second story gave the answers to the mysterious disappearance. I was painted as some kind of monster. Apparently the story had been picked up by the national press as well. 

Then I found out something I didn't know. Buck and Steven had gone back to the town that Steven had been held in for all of those years. Steven had turned himself in. Buck had gotten him a really good lawyer. Apparently, the police in that town had dug up Cletus' body and after hearing Steven talk about the years of imprisonment and abuse had investigated the church. What they found in the church was like something out of a nightmare. There were all kinds of manacles and chains and other things on the basement of the small town church. Several of the items had Steven's blood or DNA on them. What he had gone through over the years had to have been hell. When I saw that part of the story, I knew that I was in trouble. 

Over the next few days, I watched developments in the story and tried to find myself a good lawyer to handle my divorce case. Reporters started showing up on my doorstep asking for interviews or my side of the story. I had nothing to say. Once I did get a lawyer, he told me that if I wanted a good divorce settlement, I should avoid talking to the reporters. He told me that all of the publicity was going to make it really difficult for a judge to see me as a sympathetic figure, but the state guidelines would make sure that I got a fair settlement. I reminded him that I didn't want settlement, I just needed him to delay things for as long as possible. 

"As soon as Steven goes to jail for murdering Cletus, Buck and I will have a shot," I said. 

Over the next two weeks I got several setbacks. The first was that the prosecutor down south, ruled Steven murdering his father as being a justifiable homicide. To tell you the truth,I was surprised that the town didn't take Cletus, corpse and hang it in the town square. Once they investigated things and found out everything that Cletus had been doing, Steven morphed from being a tragic victim to some kind of hero. A lot of Cletus' doings came to light, including his rampant stealing from the town and the church. Cletus had also been sleeping with several of the unattached women in the town and a couple of married ones as well. 

Steven was given a year on probation, to be served here in our town and two years of counseling. When my part of everything had come out, it told me why no one, not even my closest friends and colleagues had been calling me. Everyone considered Cletus and I to be equally guilty and with Cletus dead, I got all of the flack. My paperboy's parents had made him stop delivering to me. They apparently thought so badly of me that they didn't even want me to pay for the papers he'd already given me. Things are really bad when people won't accept money from you.

I was put on an indefinite, unpaid leave from school. It was a subtle way of getting rid of me without having to fire me. The reason cited was an abundance of teachers. Every time I left the house, I was followed by reporters. 

About a month after the whole thing started, a familiar car pulled up in my driveway. That gum chewing blond process server was back. Since I hadn't heard from Buck since the whole thing started, I was dry eager for any kind of news from him. She still cracked her gum, but she looked at me as if I was somehow dirty. The first time I had met her she had identified me and then handed me my divorce papers. This time, she had identified me and then she just put the papers on the table by the door. The little bitch was wearing rubber gloves, like she thought she would catch something from incidental contact with me. 

Buck was suing me for mental cruelty. I called my lawyer then. He too wondered why Buck hadn't simply added that to the divorce petition. Then the other shoe dropped. The DA was charging me with a bunch of other things including, endangering a minor. I suspected that he was pissed about losing out on the kidnapping charges so he was looking to use anything he could to put me behind bars. I called the shark lawyer back, but he refused to represent me again. He told me that my case was too public and that there was simply too much sentiment against me. Even if he won, he'd end up losing business because the hit to his public reputation would be too hard.

As usual, a lawyer was more concerned with his career and his ability to drum up business than in seeing that justice was done. 

On TV I saw that Buck and Steven were back in town. Steven would be serving his probation here and he'd be assigned to a facility just outside of town for his counseling. I picked up the phone and tried calling him again. It went to voice mail.  

I saw all of my hopes for a great life evaporate. My salary as a teacher, had been mostly wasted. I hadn't put much away because I had always counted on Buck's pension along with our investments to support us in our old age. 

I also noticed that none of my friends and neighbors had called or come by. Even if I managed to hold onto Buck, we might have to move to another town. I realized again that Steven was the source of all of my problems.

* * * * * *

Steven

I never expected things to go this far. I guess I expected...I wanted to bring out HER part in making my life the way it was. I never expected my Dad to still want to be my Dad. I mean, I remember that we had always been close. But that had been a lifetime and a nightmarish lifetime ago. We'd spent five years together and three times that amount of time apart. Yet strangely, he HAD remembered those times as much as I did. And they seemed to mean as much to him as they had to me. 

Even stranger was the fact that SHE, my supposed mother, hadn't recognized me at all. I had gotten right up in her face and spoken to her for almost an hour and she never recognized me. But as soon as he took one look at me, he'd known. 

Our first days together were spent catching up. I had to tell him abut all of the things that I'd gone through. I filled him on on every detail from the day that I was taken until my escape. I had to tell him about the terrible things that Cletus, I couldn't call him my father, had done to me. 

We also had to go into those things in detail for the DA. They seemed to want to talk about sexual things and I had nothing to tell them. There had been no sex things that I was involved in. But Cletus had a fascination with humiliating me and others. He had also often locked me up in chains in that basement until he felt like letting me go. There had been times when he would leave me shackled to the wall in the basement of the church for days on end. I would wallow in my own shit and piss, without being fed until I nearly starved to death. 

I had learned early on that if I screamed or cried out the punishment was worse. Cletus also like to take a razor and make very delicate little cuts on my arms legs or back and then make me run or do jumping jacks until I began to sweat. Then the sweat would seep into the wounds and make them sting even more. 

I tried to block a lot of the things that Cletus had done to me out and talking about them only seemed to make the pain worse. 

Dad told me about what happened to him after I left too. I guess that what happened to me was always on his mind. For some reason he never got over losing me. He's spent the past fifteen years looking at every kid he saw and hoping. The fact that the two of them nearly got a divorce didn't surprise me. They simply didn't belong together. She considered me a mistake. For the first five years she was able to palm me off on Dad, but with the DNA testing coming up, she knew the jig was up. 

The only options she had were to give me up, or give up Dad, so I had to go. The thing that surprises me the most is how trusting dad is. I mean that bitch has been cheating on him since before I was born and she's still doing it today. He's one of the smartest people I've ever met when it comes to things like math and book smarts, but he's just too damned trusting. 

One of the things I've learned just from watching people is that people tend to project their own characteristics to everyone. In other words, cheaters think that everyone else is cheating so they don't trust anyone. But unfortunately honest people assume that everyone is honest so they get taken advantage of...a lot.

I remember very early on when Cletus would just sit there and listen to me crying. He would laugh at me. Over time I began to talk back to him. "My mommy and Daddy will find me," I'd say. And he would just laugh.

Finally, he just got tired of the game and he told me. "Your mother was the one who gave you away, dumb ass," he said. "You were just in her way. She hates you." 

"My Daddy, will find me," I retorted.

He just smiled and in his deepest voice, said, "I AM your father." He would smile and ask me if he sounded like Darth Vader, but I didn't know who the hell Darth Vader was. At first I didn't believe him. I was sure that my parents loved me and he was just pulling my chain. But later on he showed me a few pictures of himself and my mother. In some of the pictures they were kissing. 

I know that my Dad, Buck, loves her. He loves her a lot. So his decision to take my side over hers, is truly amazing. Like my hero, Captain America, he seems to do the right thing no matter what it costs him. 

And I can see the cost. I see the pain in his face every day. It worsens every time he pulls out his tiny mobile phone and sees that it's her calling him. I wish she would just leave him alone. Hasn't she caused him enough pain?

Knowing him, I was almost expecting it the day after we left her, when he said that he had to go back to Arkansas. He said it was the right thing to do and everything would be alright. We hired a couple of very good lawyers, but instead of driving down there, we flew in a plane. 

Dad and the lawyers stayed with me nearly the entire time, while I told my story to a couple of police officers and then to the local District Attorney. 

The mayor of the town and several members of the city counsel were also called in. Then several high ranking members of the church were brought in. I recognized all of them and told them about themselves and their families. I even told a couple of them about Cletus and their wives.

That ignited an uproar and the women were brought in. At first the women claimed it had never happened, but when I recounted days and specific incidents, they confessed. Then I told them about the ways that Cletus had stolen money from both the women and the church itself. They were all pissed. At about that time they were all upset and wanted to know why they had never seen or heard of me. I explained all of that and told them about Cletus' habit of keeping me under wraps and chained in the basement when people were present. A couple of cops and the Mayor left then. They came back a few hours later. Even some of the men were crying. They spoke to the DA about what can best be describes as Cletus' dungeon in the basement of the church. 

They took blood samples from me, but it took a couple of days for them to come back with the results, even though the state crime lab prioritized the study. They also dug up Cletus' body. They found it exactly where I told them they would. 

DNA testing revealed that I was in fact Cletus' biological son, which only made him seem even more monstrous. After several days of talking and debating. What I did to Cletus was ruled justifiable under the circumstances. They were concerned about my lack of a formal education and my emotional stability. It was determined that probation and a stay in a mental health facility was inidicated. They even went along with the idea of having me serve it back at home with my dad. 

I think that in some ways, they wanted to sweep the whole incident under the rug and make it go away. They were embarrassed for a number of reasons. The first was because Cletus had managed to move into town and fool the shit out of everyone there. He had fucked their women, stole their money and made fools out of all of them including the Mayor, the chief of Police and some of the town's leading citizens. But more than anything else, looking at me brought out a profound sense of guilt in them. They all considered themselves to be good Christians and smart alert individuals and yet a child was kidnapped, and tortured right under their noses.

I really didn't care about their guilt. I had my own. My Dad was putting up a brave front, but emotionally, he was suffering. He loved HER. And he was having a rough time being away from her no matter what she had done. 

The two of us had to be each other's support system while we went through it. And she didn't just go away gracefully either. She fought the divorce as hard as she could. She asked for counseling. She claimed that she had a sex addiction. She even pointed out the fact that she had chosen even fifteen years ago to give up her own child rather than lose my dad. The judge didn't buy any of it. He gave Dad the divorce and let Dad keep the house and the majority of their assets. He did it in an unusual way. He started out by awarding them equal shares of their assets. Then he awarded dad penalty amounts for all of the trials and tribulations he's gone through. 

He also suggested to dad's attorneys that in light of the sheer amount of time that she's been cheating on him, Dad could probably have filed for an annulment and not had to give up anything. Another good thing was the fact that since they both had good jobs in the careers that they chose, Dad didn't have to pay much in alimony. The judge ordered dad to pay her five dollars a week for two years. 

I thought she would drop dead in the court room. Dad walked out of there a free man and SHE have me the evil eye. A few weeks later, Dad won the civil suit for mental cruelty because of what he went through after the kidnapping. Her lawyer tried to claim that Dad had no parental rights, but his lawyers told the jury that Dad had been with me since I was first born. He had been in the delivery room. He had caught me as I emerged and had cut the umbilical cord himself. He, had actually seen me and touched me before SHE had. She in her deception had allowed us to bond and then deceived dad and the whole town by claiming that I had been kidnapped, when she herself had given me to Cletus. They had been in and out of counseling for years when she could have simply confessed at any moment.

Lastly they brought up all of the town's resources including the police department and all of the volunteers who had tired to locate me, when she had given Cletus time to get me several states away before even mentioning that I was missing. 

She was ordered to pay Dad a lot of money. Since, I haven't been in school in a very long time, I don 't really know numbers, but it was a lot more than she's going to be able to pay. She also has to pay the town back. She started cursing and screaming right in the courtroom. 

The straw that broke her camel's back though, came two weeks later. The DA was able to get a conviction on child endangerment and as an accessory on several other minor charges. The bad thing was that he still couldn't get her on anything major. But the fact that she was facing jail time did save his job and his ass, because the people on town wanted HER behind bars. She ended up getting two to five years. With good behavior she would be out in eighteen months. She hissed and kicked and spat as they tried to take her away. 

The judge had originally given her a few days to get her affairs in order before being remanded into custody. But with her tantrum after the sentencing, they took her to prison immediately. A week later I reported to the Mental Health Center. 

The MHC was like a big highschool. The section that I was in catered to young adults, mostly college students with addiction problems. Basically what I did there was take classes towards helping me in three ways. The first was to adjust to society and the changes in daily life that I'd missed. The second was emotional counseling to help me deal with what had happened to me and my feelings about my mother and women in general. That part was necessary because I really didn't have a very high opinion of women. Who could blame me? Most of the women I came into contact with had been bad. 

The last thing the MHC did was to help me learn enough to get my GED so I could go to a college or a trade school and get my life together. I worked hard and after six months there they cut back on the counseling and allowed me to go home. I still had to report every day for classes, until I was able to take the test and get my GED but I had the beginnings of normalcy in my life. 

Dad, stepped right back into his place. We still did all of the things I'd loved growing up. Instead of reading the comic books though we went and saw all of the comic book movies. I loved the Captain America movie and the Avengers movie too. I waited with baited breath for Captain America the winter soldier. We went to ball games and joined a bowling league. We went camping and did so many things that I was constantly amazed by. 

Dad didn't cut back on making me responsible though. He called in a favor from a friend and got me a job. Even going to school every day and my counseling session, I had to go to work six days a week. I worked three or four hours a day during the week and eight hours on Saturday at a local seven/ eleven. That was where I met Brenda. From the moment I saw her I knew she was different. We clicked immediately. 

Before too long, she asked me out on a date. After several dates, we became an item. Then Dad really surprised me with an older, used car of my own. Naturally, it was a Mustang. And except for Brenda, that car was the light of my life.

My nightmare existence had morphed into the life of my dreams. The only thing lacking was Dad. He was putting up a brave front and he enjoyed the time we spent together, but the loneliness was killing him. I caught him several times looking at HER pictures. I wondered how she could have treated someone who loved her that much, so cruelly. 

But then, when I least expected it, from a source that I never prepared for help arrived. 

* * * * * *

Buck

Steven was doing fine. He was doing better than I had hoped for in fact. What I wanted for him, was that he would have a life that was as rich as he'd have had if none of what happened to him had occurred. I had a lot to make up for. And to be truthful, I really believed that a lot of what had happened to him was my fault. I had put my trust in a woman, who as much as I loved her, hadn't been worth it. 

None of what happened was Steven's fault. Both of us were the victims of Molly's machinations and lust. 

But I was determined that he would come out of it whole and healthy. Things were looking good. He was advancing swiftly in his studies. We expecedt him to get his GED in six months and then he could go to college. He could start out at a junior college and in two years transfer to a regular university. He had a job, a girlfriend and his first Mustang. Things were going well. But then I got a call from the MHC. 




Darkness at the Edge of a Dream



The man who was handling Steven's counseling sessions was retiring. His successor wanted to have a meeting with me to discuss Steven's case and the progress we hoped to make over the next few months. I realized suddenly, that that Steven's counseling sessions could also be over soon. That was what I wanted for him more than anything. Of course he could always go back and speak to someone anytime he felt like he needed someone to talk to, but he wouldn't have daily sessions anymore. That is if the new doctor decided he didn't. 

I walked into the same office that the previous counselor had occupied. Although I'd been there many times, I was surprised at the changes in the office. The somber, dark, wood tones had been replace in favor of lighter colors and several interesting and thought provoking pieces of art on the walls. 

There was a woman there, arranging the office and putting books on the shelf. 

"Hi, can you tell the doctor that I'm here for my appointment," I said cheerfully. She turned her head and looked at me with a hint of a smile. She had on jeans and her ass was incredible. Bent over the way that she was it formed a big heart. She straightened up and I wished that she hadn't. But the view from the front was just as good. 

She was one of those women who defy age. I could tell by the lines at the edges of her eyes that she was no spring chicken. 

She stepped towards me with one hand outstretched. I touched her hand and felt something pass between us. From the way that she smiled, I was sure that she felt it too, but I was probably mistaken. 

"I'm..." I began.

"Steve's Dad," she finished for me. "Mr. Rogers..." She said awkwardly.

"Buck..." I said. Her eyes seemed to mirror the smile that played across her lips. I still couldn't begin to guess her age. She carried herself like a much younger woman, but her hair was a beautiful radiant shade of gray and she had a few lines in the corners of her eyes. Her features, those beautiful sparkling eyes and that tiny upturned nose demanded my attention. I found myself trying to memorize every detail of her face. 

"Uhm...after an initial assessment of Steve's case and an interview with him, I'm pretty sure that he doesn't need daily counseling sessions. I was considering moving him to a weekly schedule, if that was alright with you," she said.

I was so busy watching her talk that I really wasn't listening to her. I just stood there smiling at her, long after she was done talking. 

"Mr. Rogers, you weren't listening to a word I said, were you?" she asked. 

"Sorry," I said. "I zoned out for a moment there." She smiled and it happened again. She tilted her head and looked at me as if she understood. 

"It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood," I said. Her smile grew to incandescence.

"I really am very smart too," she grinned. "You should listen to me."

For the next hour I told her as many details about what Steve had gone through. But somehow during the talk she got me to talk about things I had never told anyone. I noticed after a while that we were no longer talking about what Steve went through, but were talking more about what I went through. We talked about Molly and me. We talked about how we met and how I had always felt about her. We also talked about how I felt about Molly at that moment and how I felt about not having Molly in my life. 

"Uhm, Doctor...uh?" I said.

"Oh, sorry! Van Buren," she said. "Oh hell, you can call me Abigail."

"Abigail, not that I'm not enjoying talking to you," I began. "But I'm just wondering what my feelings about Molly have to do with Steve's condition."

"A pretty much nothing," she confessed. "I just wanted to know more about you. Well that isn't entirely true. But there is kind of a method to my madness. I've read everything there is to know about Steve's experience and his treatment and to tell you the truth, my predecessor had very little to do with making Steve better." I looked at her as if she was crazy. She smiled and held up one dainty finger.

"Steve is fine," she said. "He's almost too fine. Counseling and treatment have never done anything like this before. He was held prisoner and tortured for seventy five percent of his life. He was only in a formalized educational system for three months. He was taken while in kindergarten. He has never socialized with any peer group or any group at all..." She looked dubious. 

"Yet in a little less than two years, he has great manners, he behaves normally, he's learning school subjects at an exponential rate, he's polite, cheerful, responsible enough to keep a job, he drives a car and he has a girlfriend," she said. "Psychiatry and psychology can't bring about changes like that. I think it has more to do with his support system. You're his support system Buck. You've provided him with a platform of love, acceptance and support that let him know that someone always has his back, whether he succeeds or fails. It's like Steven is walking the high wire between sanity and madness. You're his safety net. If he had to worry about falling, he'd have to take much shorter, much more tentative steps, because any mistake could lead to his death. But with you down there to catch him, Steve is running across the wire at an almost ridiculous speed." 

I nodded my head in understanding. She smiled and I audibly sighed. "Told ya I was smart," she grinned. 

"Anyway," she continued. "We...and I say we because I'm part of team Steve now too. We have a very big challenge ahead of us. And you play a very important part of making sure that Steve continues to progress." 

I just tilted my head to the side and stared at her. Her Jeans showed off every curve of her hips and butt. Her waist was tiny and her boobs weren't. Her skin was milky and she had a few freckles on her cheeks. Her eyes were the deep green of grass. I had never see eyes that green on a human being before. 

"What's the challenge?" I asked. Her smile faded. She stood up and went and locked the door to her office. My eyes were riveted to the triangle outlined by the crotch of those too-tight jeans. 

"Buck, I could lose my license for telling you this, so please don't tell anyone," she said. "The first part of what I'm about to tell you is something that you're going to find out soon anyway. Your ex wife is due to be released from prison sometime next month and..."

Even as she said it, my heart began to beat harder and faster on my chest. I must have looked as though I was very distressed because she was at my side in a heartbeat. Suddenly I was concentrating more on the way it felt when she rubbed my arm to calm me, than on what she had just told me. 

"Remember to act surprised when the DA calls to tell you that," she said. "But that isn't the bad part. "They're letting her out on time. She did her full sentence so they can't keep her in prison for much longer. But one of my colleague's who works at the prison reached out to me for a consultation. His conclusion, his professional assessment is that Molly is bat shit crazy...that's a technical term," she smiled. 

"But seriously, she blames Steve for ruining her marriage to you and her life. I think she intends to move back here to try to get you back," she said. "And if that is her intention, Steve may be in the way."

"She can't move back here," I said. "She wouldn't have a place to stay and everyone in town hates her."

"What would stop her from living in one of the nearby towns and driving in to create problems for you and Steve?" she asked. 

I was stupefied. I had never expected to see or hear from Molly again. I guess I thought that she would simply fade away and in time I'd get over her and move on. Steve and I would have to prepare for Molly's possible return and the shitstorm it could bring. 

As if she had sensed my thoughts, Abigail came over to me and handed me a card. "I wrote my cell number on the back," she said. "You can call me any time. Even if it's just to talk." 

After that day, Molly was always in the back of my mind. She became like a malevolent ghost, always lurking in the dark places of my psyche. Every hooded figure on the street became Molly. Sure I laughed when they turned out to be a kid trying to look cool, or an old woman protecting her hairdo from a rain storm. But the threat that Molly presented was always there. 

I could tell that Steve felt it too. The three of us, Steve, myself and his girlfriend, Brenda went out often and did things for fun and to help Steve adjust to his new life. Steve often mentioned Abigail, and I got the idea that he was watching my face for a reaction. 

Over the next couple of months the threat from Molly dimmed. The DA had called me to tell me when her release would happen. But when that day came and went, without incident, we relaxed. As more time passed we relaxed even more until we pretty much forgot about her. Indeed the next major shake up came not from Molly but from a picnic that MHC had to celebrate Steve's class successfully completing the GED course and taking their exams. 

I was sitting in the third row from the stage. It was as close as I could get. The first two rows were reserved for the students. I looked everywhere for Abigail. I was sitting with Brenda. Brenda had become like a daughter to me over the months that she and Steve had been dating. The two of them seemed to be planning their lives together, so it only seemed natural that we would become close.

As I looked across the lawn, I felt a pair of eyes on me. The first thought I had was that Molly was there. But as I scanned the crowd, I didn't see her. I did, however, spot Abigail and waved. At first I thought that she hadn't seen me because she didn't wave back. I kept trying to make eye contact with her but she kept turning her head every way but towards me. 

When the presentation started, I decided that I'd try to corner her during the picnic. There were a hell of a lot of boring speeches and then they gave out the GED certificates. When they called Steve's name, Brenda and I were screaming and jumping up and down to cheer for him. I think a lot of people in the crowd were concentrating more on Brenda than on Steve. 

Brenda at twenty years old was two years younger than Steve. She is barely five feet tall and weighs about a hundred and twenty pounds. A large part of that was her boobs. When she jumped up and down rubbing against me, half of the guys in the crowd must've gotten hard ons. Brenda, despite the way she looks though is very sweet and very innocent. I don't think she was even remotely aware of the sensations she was causing. 

After Steve joined us, we went and got a table so we could eat before the games and festivities started. Again I felt eyes on me. I turned and saw Abigail and she didn't look happy. 

As I saw her, she turned and started to walk in another direction. I jumped up and ran after her. I caught up with her as she crested one of the hills. 

"Hey, Abigail, I've been looking for you everywhere," I said. 

"Why, so you could gloat?" she snapped. "Or did you just want to rub it in my face. I don't know why I thought you were different. That whole soft-spoken gentle, compassionate guy act really has a lot of people around here fooled. I thought that your biggest problem was that you were a little bit stuck on that monstrous bitch you married. You really fooled me."

I was flummoxed. I had no idea where all of her anger came from. Shit, she was supposed to be a shrink. Weren't they supposed to be above that kind of thing?

A burly security guard wandered over to us. "Are you okay Dr. Vee?" he asked, looking at me. 

"Abigail, I don't know what I..." I began. 

"That's Doctor Van Buren to you Mister Rogers," she said acidly.

I nodded. Her words hurt me more than I wanted to acknowledge so I just looked at her. "Doctor Van Buren, I don't know what I did to anger you, but I'll leave you alone. Whatever it was, I'm sorry though."

"Yes, please leave," she spat. "Go back to your little trailer trash Barbie, with her huge fake breasts. The two of you look ridiculous together. Let me ask you a question MISTER ROGERS...obviously age doesn't matter to you when you pick a mate, but don't you think that a woman who's four or five years older than you, might make a better mate than one who's twenty years or so younger. Or are you one of those guys who just needs a young girl with big tits to make yourself feel special?"

"Doctor Van Buren, I have no idea what you're yelling at me about," I said calmly.

Her anger increased and I looked at the security guard. He looked confused too. "Uh Dr. Vee?" He said. Before I knew it she was standing in front of me poking her tiny finger in my chest. 

"I'm talking about that little bitch who keeps rubbing herself all over you, and you know it," she screamed. "I really thought that we felt something that first day," she said. 

"We did," I said. "Well...I did at least. I've thought about you every day since then. But I don't know what Steve's girlfriend has to do with any of this?"

Her eyes got huge. Then the look on her face turned to shock as I started to walk away. "Buck wait a minute," she said. She grabbed my arm. 

"Dr. Vee?" said the security guard.

"Will you PLEEEEEAAASE, leave us the fuck alone!" she yelled at him. He put his hands up and looked at me. I shook my head indicating that I was just as confused as he was. He backed away but stayed atop the hill near us, just in case.

"She's here with Steve?" she asked flashing that multi-megawatt smile. 

"Well she's here with both of us but she's his girlfriend. I hope that someday she'll be my daughter but..." I began.

"Forget her, why didn't you ever call me?" she asked. She was back to poking her finger in my chest. 

"Didn't you want to? Tell me that you didn't feel something the day we met?" she demanded.

"I haven't been able to get you out of my head since we met," I admitted. "But I thought you were just being nice. And you're Steve's doctor. Aren't there rules about that?"

"There are rules about dating or having relationships with your patient," she hissed. "You aren't my patient. And even if you were...didn't you notice me flirting with you? Didn't you pick up on the breathy tone in my voice when I told you to call me?"

"Dr. Van..." I started.

"Call me Abby," she cooed. 

"Abby, I've only been in one relationship in my life. I was totally faithful to her for the entire time. I guess I'm out of practice with the whole flirting and dating thing," I said. 

"Don't worry about it Honey," she said. "If things work out, you're not going to need to practice. You don't have to worry about learning the rules for women in general. You just have to concentrate on one woman in particular. And I'm the world's leading authority on her. Now rule number one, when I say you can call me...it means I want you to call me. I want you to call me a lot..."

That afternoon set a pattern. What had started out as me and Steve, became two couples. Steve and Brenda, and Abby and me. That afternoon, the four of us were inseparable. We ate, we talked, we laughed and got to know each other better. We competed against each other viciously in the games. But we supported and congratulated each other when the games were over. Steve and Brenda won the sack race, but Abby and I won the three legged race. That only prompted Abby to whisper that we needed some practice in the sack. My eyes nearly bugged out of my head. I pulled her to me and hugged her, hard. She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me back. She smelled and felt better than anything I had ever felt in my life. Our first kiss took my breath away. It was like living in a dream. I was very sure that she felt the same way.

Little did we know there was darkness on the edge of the dream. Or that it was far closer than we ever suspected. 

* * * * * *

Molly

Anger filled me as I watched them in the picnic area, just down the hill from where I stood. I was behind a tree, watching them. They ate, they talked, they laughed, as if I didn't matter. They acted as if I didn't exist. It was painful watching my husband letting that whore kiss him. It had to be her. She was the guilty one. I knew her type too well. After all I used to be like her. But during my time in jail I had changed. I had discovered the divine light and redeemed myself. I wasn't that kind of woman anymore. And to be honest I was glad that I wasn't. The things I used to do had cost me my husband's love and respect. They had forced me to do things that I was no longer proud of. But I was singing in the angelic choir now. I had a special mission, a sacred duty like all of God's children to live a clean and holy life and to punish those who do evil. Steven was the spawn of the devil. He was a murderer and he was going straight to hell. I intended to help him on his Journey. But that whore needed to be punished too. And she would, but I needed to take care of Steve first. He was the primary threat. A murderer should not be allowed to live among good people. 

I turned and walked away, leaving them to enjoy their last day of happiness. It was their turn now. Next would come the struggle, and then it would be my turn in the sunshine again. 

The next morning, I awoke, I prayed and I started on my quest. It's surprising what you can learn about a person just by talking to other people. Small towns are especially susceptible to gossip. Like I found out that Steve, had a job and was actually attending the local community college. I placed a call to the college's administrative office. 

"Good morning ma'am," I said adding an extra bit of country twang on my delivery. "Mah name is Maybelle Ledbetter and I was wondrin' if you could tell me if there are any other colleges in this area?"

"Why would you want to go anywhere else?" asked the woman on the line. 

"It's not for me per se," I said. "We just moved ta this here community and I was intendin' ta register mah five oldest children. But one of tha women over at the church told me that yuh got a murderer attendin' yer school. The good lord don't cotton ta the righteous cavortin' with sinners and murderers so ah'm lookin fer a different place."

"What murderer?" asked the woman. It was so easy, I had to pause so I didn't laugh over the phone. 

"Why, ah bleeve his name is, Steve Rogers, ma'am. In tha article in the paper, they talked about extenuatin' circumstances, but he done took the life of another human bein'. In the eyes of The Lord that is still murder." 

By the time I hung up, I was sure that Steven would have to move to a different state to go to school. That was the first step in my plan to get him away from my husband. 

Next I went to the Seven/Eleven that he worked at. I used the same strategy, but I was less successful there. The manager there tried to tell me the story about how and why Steve had killed Cletus. I wanted to stay and debate with him but unfortunately, the little bitch that Steve was going out with came In to work. As soon as she heard Steve's name her head turned towards us. She circled around to get a look at me and I took that opportunity to leave. There's more than one way to skin a cat.

The guy I tried to convince, was only a manager. It wasn't as if he was the last word on the subject. It took a couple of days but I got in touch with the regional manager of Seven/Eleven. Once I told him my story, he promised to look into it. Before the week was out, Steven had been let go. 

For my next trick, I had to do something bad. But I knew in the end that I was doing a bad thing for a very good reason. I also knew that when everything was said and done, that both God and Buck would forgive me. And as my final reward, Buck and I would be together again. 

So I went out one evening to the motel that I used to frequent during my sinning days. One of my cell mates had a boyfriend. He was the kind of guy who didn't need a reason to do anything. According to her he had committed a lot of crimes. And he'd done some of them, just for fun. Originally, I thought about having him either shoot Steve, or just beat the cowboy shit out of him. But then I remembered the bible. I remembered, an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. Then I had a flash of brilliance, that had to come from divine intervention. 




Darkness Bays at the Moon



Soft rays of moonlight spilled over the ground and illuminated the crystal blue of a stream. A thundering sound reverberated through the night. Chill wind shook free the autumn leaves, bidding them to follow. Two shapes formed from darkness. A deep baritone sounded, "Be sure this is what you want." They stepped into the light of the moon to reveal themselves. 

A cacophony of murmurs rang up. "Her?"

"But why?"

"She is too young to lead."

"Gregory is a fool." Dark growls interrupted their whispers of question.

That voice rang out, a command, "Be silenced! Hold your tongues." Three more shapes materialized in the night. A chorus of howls rose to greet them. "Bare your throats." In a tradition as old as time, each at the gathering titled their head to reveal the tender flesh of their necks as a sign of submission and respect. 

One woman stood apart from the crowd. Shadows danced a dismal waltz across her skin. Her eyes glowed bright amber. Her form, slim yet supple, was entangled in a mass of silk that formed a simple, black dress. The woman's beauty was undeniable but her posture was fierce and wild, as if daring someone to tame her. The procession of bodies haled and turned to face the gathering. 

A petite female slid forward and addressed the pack, "Brothers, sisters, cousins... Tonight, the night mother moon graces the sky fully with her presence, her children will hunt freely. The lupine that courses through our veins makes us stronger, more cunning than our prey. Let it begin!" There were growls of approval and, with a glimmer in her dark eyes, the female turned away. Howling broke out in a torrent of sound that ripped through the night like a beautiful, yet guttural, lullaby. 

A broad shouldered male stepped forth. A scar ran down his jaw and ended at his collarbone. His shaggy hair cascaded to his sides. He turned to speak, "Sisters, cousins, brothers... Our rite has begun and this night we run as a pack; as a whole. Shed your mortal skin and embrace your true nature. Run free!" As his voice boomed, those that were able stripped from the confines of clothing and breathed the night air as one. Muscles and sinews shaped, bones snapped and crackled into place, fur fizzled into existence and covered their forms. 

They stood under the moon as naked shapes and bodies hunched forward as the change wrought itself upon them. It was time for mystery and magic. Reds, blacks, grays. All patterns and coloration, speckled and solid, busted forth from human guises. The animals beneath unleashed themselves and the first to change carried a song on the night air. The song of freedom. 

All who were not able to complete the change, whether they were too young or too old, formed a circle around their wolven brethren and carried the song with their voices. "Mother Moon has set us free, give thanks and pray thee. Hunt with Artemis and her yew bow. Carry the song on the wind; the rhythm in your heart. Embrace what you are; embrace the night wholeheartedly. Go brother, sister wolf. Run with the sun that tans your hide; sleep with the stars who cast down heavens. Lay with sister Earth and sing. Sing this song. The song of freedom..." The rhythm bore the song and their chanting began to grow louder, higher as the female wolves added their vocals. It was a chilling thing, this song, yet beautiful. Would humans think so if they heard it? 

Voices were silenced as a large male wolf with piercing blue eyes and midnight fur began to pace around the circle. He rose on his hind legs, the change enveloping him as he shifted to a cross between wolf and human. More commonly known as the werewolf. Whispers followed. "Gregory..." That one was a plea, for what no one but that person knew. It was obvious who that whisper came from. The lone woman with the amber eyes who had not yet taken to wolven form. 

All eyes turned to her, wolf and man. He spoke, an odd calm settling over him, "Lady Issa, speak your concern to your brethren." 

Another male, with eyes like emeralds and fur speckled with gray and red, moved forward and went werewolf. "Gregory, she is interrupting tradition. Our rite is not done. Can this wait until..."

He was silenced with a wave of a giant paw, ivory claws as long as knives glittered in the light of the pale moon. "No, Teodore, this cannot be put off. She has information that all should hear. Silence yourself and allow her the opportunity to speak."

The other male growled, fur bristling. "I will not be silenced for some woman to speak the blather that she has heard. Nothing but trite gossip."

Gregory, lean and powerful, murmured, "Dare you challenge my word?" There was a hint of amusement in his words for he knew the answer.