0 comments/ 37083 views/ 5 favorites Fallen By: Paul Grove Det. Moore tried to catch his breath. He had been through one of the most horrifying interrogation sessions of his life. He couldn't believe all of what he had heard; yet there it was on tape. He had hear the rumors about this little town being a nexus of evil, but he had discounted those stories as just that. Rumors. He thought that this criminal investigation would be like countless others he had been a part of. But it wouldn't be. It was much more. His hands shook as he placed the headphones onto his ears. He knew that he had to listen to the words of the man once more. As the recording began to work, Moore was transported back to yesterday evening & recalled the vivid image of the other man who talked and told him of the most terrible news that he had ever heard. "Sorry to bring out here at such a late hour. But this is a lively one, Det. Moore." Sgt. Tony Everest commented to his superior officer as he entered the crime scene. "How so, Tony?" he asked tiredly. He hated to be called out so late at night, especially to a hick town such as this. But since the sudden disappearance of the sheriff De Pounce and his staff, it fell to the state police to investigate any crime in this town. "It seems to be just another murder. Remington is a small town, but it has its crime." "True, but it was never expected that this person would have done such a crime. I mean, a man of his profession committing such a violent crime." "Who is this guy? What makes him so special? Is he God?" Moore asked in a sarcastic tone. "No, but he works for the Big Guy." "What?" Moore hated to be left in the dark. "Fill me in, Tony." What Tony told the detective was enough to churn his stomach. "Hello,I am Det. Stanley Moore of the State Police. I have some questions to ask of you," He looked down at his notebook, "Father Volkstag." "I will answer any and all questions you may ask, sir." A small & frail looking man with tiny wire rimmed glasses about early fifty answered him. He didn't look capable of killing a fly let alone a double murder. "But don't call me Father. I am longer a man of God. I am one of the fallen." "OK, I just never expected to question a priest about a murder that he committed." Moore shook his head, "Please tell me you doing this to protect someone in your flock." "No, I did it. I admit that I didn't really intend to do it, but I was overcome by rage." He toyed with the beads of his rosary, "I just could help myself. I killed them both in a single incident. I mean do you think you wouldn't do the same if you were in a similar situation. I feel, at this moment, that anyone is fully capable of murder." "I don't know." Moore shook his head, "I have killed criminals in the life of self defense, but I don't feel that I would ever commit a murder like you did. It is that you just don't fit the profile of being a murder. You are a priest. You are supposed to save lives, not end them." "True, Det. Moore, I was. I have spent the past thirty years of my life dedicated to the service of Jesus Christ and God, but the moment that woman, that siren, Wanda Winkler entered my life," there was a haunted look to the former priest's eyes "I fell from grace and would do so gladly again." "Father, I can't believe that you would have been tempted by a woman." "Detective, please call me that name." Volkstag frowns, "I am not worthy of the title." "Okay." Moore makes a mental note, "So you were drawn to this by a mere woman?" "Have you seen Wanda?" "No, just the picture of the crime scene. She didn't seem to be that wonderful." "That is because the spell was broken." Volkstag nodded, "I suspected that it would be once she was dead." "Spell? What are you talking about, Father –er- Mr. Volkstag?" "You may call me Helmut, if you wish." He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "Ms. Winkler wasn't what she seems to be. A vile being that lives to do what her kind has done for centuries. She steals the lives of the young and promising returns only empty shells once they are done." "What?" "Perhaps I should begin the story when I first met Wanda Winkler." "That would be very good." Moore switched on the tape player on the table next to him and began to recite the Miranda warning. "I know my rights, Detective. I have no desire to have a lawyer with me. I wave all of my rights freely. For I admit that I killed Wanda Winkler and Douglas Stout freely of my own will." "I have to tell you this first." He waved the Miranda card, "It is the law." "I know this, Detective." And Det. Moore finished reading the card while the former cleric sat calmly in front of him. "Okay, I am ready now. Why don't you start from the beginning?" Volkstag thought for a moment. His face had a happy look on it as if he was remembering something very pleasing. "What I am about to tell you is something that you won't believe, but it is true. I have forsaken my immortal soul on it" He sighed in disappointment, "And lost everything for a dream that I was not destined to have." "I have known Wanda Winkler ever since she was a child. I even christened her as a baby twenty two years earlier. But her parents were killed when a drunk driver drove into their car. She was only a child of twelve back then. She went to live with an aunt on the outskirts of town. The Aunt wasn't of the Catholic Church. I didn't know what or who she truly was until it was far too late or I would have never allowed her to go to that vile home in the woods." "When Wanda's Aunt came for her, she told me that she would be raising her in a New Age belief. As much as I didn't want her to take the child, I had no choice. She was Wanda's sole relative" "Wait a minute, are you claiming that Wanda's aunt was some sort of a witch?" Detective Moore interrupted. "A witch? Oh, how I wish that she were only a witch. Wanda's aunt was one of the Skin Walker clan." "Skin Walker?" Moore wrote this down into his notebook, "What in the hell is that?" "The Skin Walkers are one of the many clans of Faerie folks that have live with us human since the dawn of time. Wanda's aunt had one of the faerie living inside of her." "Wait a damn minute!" Moore slammed down his hand onto the table, "Are you claiming that you killed this Wanda and Douglas because they were some sort of Pixies?" he switched off the tape player and he stood up, "I am going to call the loony bin to come pick you up." Then Volkstag stood up. The small man commanded a powerful presence. His eyes burned with a fire that Moore was frighten of. Only once in his life had he ever seen a fire like those. It reminded him that there were forces in this world that normal science could understand. It told Moore that Volkstag was telling the truth. "I AM NOT INSANE!" The former priest's voice boomed; cause Moore to sit back down. "WHAT I AM TELLING YOU OCCURRED. THERE IS NO LIES TO MY WORDS." "Okay, father –er- Volkstag." Moore wished that he had carried his service revolver and another officer with him into the interrogation room, but he didn't think that the small man would have been a problem, "Just sit down and tell me about it." "WILL YOU NOW LISTEN AND NOT QUESTION ME UNTIL I AM FINISHED?" "Sure, just sit down and I'll listen." "ALRIGHT!" Volkstag sat down and returned to his former calm appearance. He turned back on the tape recorder and spoke in a controlled tone "Let's begin when Wanda retuned to my church six months ago. "It began six months ago. There isn't much of a catholic parish in this town about fifty or so. Most have moved away to San Francisco. But I had a few older members that were unable to travel to Raleigh. The bishop believed that I would end out my career in Remington. I felt that way too. I had never been an ambitious priest. I just wanted a flock to guide. I had it here, but that was before Wanda Winkler returned." "I had finished my sermon and had been giving out the Eucharist. I didn't have an alter boy, so I had to give out the wafers myself. It was the same old, tired faces. But then a young woman bowed before me. That usually didn't have that happen. It was so old fashioned, pre-Vatican two. I wanted to bend down and let the help the woman up to her feet, but something caught my attention. Something that I usually never notice about people. I could see down her blouse where the most beautiful breast was kept. I found myself getting an erection. Something that I haven't had in years." "I forced my eyes away and spoke to her. 'Arise, my child. That practice isn't done anymore.'" "Forgive me, father." The young woman spoke still with her head down, "It has been so long since I have received communion. I have forgotten him ways." "When was the last time that you confessed your sins?" I asked my voiced crackled, as I looked away from her. I felt my unexpected desire began to cool. "Nearly ten years, father." "Then I can't give you the body of Christ until you has." I took a step back, "You must go Confession, my child." "When is confession?" "Saturdays at two." "Could I," her voice took a sultry tone, "Request a private session with you alone?" "I –er- don't know." My erection was back in full glory, clouding my mind. "You will have to call the rectory and ask Mrs. Tilton about my schedule." I suddenly realized that people were staring at us. "Please go away now, I have services to finish. I will talk to you later." "Then you will see me and let me bare my soul to you?" "Yes," my head told me not to agree to her, but my body yearned for her deeply. "But only in the confessional." "The woman stood up. She was radiantly beautiful. She had curly flame red hair that framed her face. Her eyes were fiery emerald. Her lips were the fullest and brightest red. She wore a black form fitting dress that accented her flawless body with a black blazer. She turned away and walked down the center pathway, swinging her hips in such a way that hinted raw sexual energy. All the males watched her, yearning for her to be theirs. All the females were jealous that they no longer had the same sex appeal. But I knew that that she was meant to be mine. I would have her in ways that I had only dreamt I would do. My oath of celibacy will be damned." "The next few days were tense. I had expected to hear for this mysterious woman, but nothing. Mrs. Tilton was concern about me asking constantly. I explained it as I felt this woman was making a cry out for salvation. She had come to me for assistance and I had sent her away. Mrs. Tilton accepted this. She had no reason to disbelieve me. I had always been a model of piousness." "But most of my waking hours were spent thinking about her. I wondered what the feel of her flesh was like. The taste of her lips and her inner self." "You don't mean." Moore interrupted, as he pointed toward his groin "down there, do you?" "Of course, I do. I know those acts are frown upon by the church, but I could help but think would it be like to experience those act with her. I had thoughts that I didn't think I was capable of. The most profane and vilest acts popped into my head. I imaged that she was always a willing partner to them. She would do them all to please me. This passion of mime became all consuming. I began to masturbate once more. I hadn't done that since I was a teenager. I would to that 5 to 6 times a day to relieve the pressure that I had been building about this woman." "I suspected that the woman was a lady of the evening that wanted to find peace in her life. I would go out at night and try to find her. This wasn't unusual for me to do so. I had been known to try to bring these soiled women away from that foul existence. But I only found the usual whores, willing to give me sex for money, but I found them unappealing. When I asked about this mystery woman, I would only receive blank stares." "But my duty as a priest brought me back. One of the members of my parish passed. I began to arrange her funeral. I forgot about the mysterious woman and began my work as a priest once more. I found that prayer eased the longings that I had. I was back to a normal life that I have lived for nearly thirty years. Yet, on Saturdays, when I did confessions, I wished that woman would come into the booth, but it didn't occur." "After three months, I gave up hope and fell back into my usually routine. I did the boring rituals and masses as I had done so many times before. I no longer had the passion that I once did about my job. I loved God, but I wanted more. I wanted the woman, but I knew that it was wrong. I began to spend long hours reciting chants and prayers to rededicate myself to the church." "Then late one Saturday, about two and a half months ago, I had done most of the usual lame confessions about using God's name in vain and activities that they regretted after the fact. Then passed out their punishments." "It was near the end of the allotted time and I had listened to most of the weekly visits. It was warm in the church and I had begun to dose off. I didn't hear the door to the confessional open or close. It took the rapping on the screen to bring me back. I immediately smelt the most allure scent in the world fill the booth. Despite my training and new resolve to the priesthood, I became instantly aroused. I looked toward the privacy screen and attempted to see who had entered the booth, yet the damn thing was far too good. I didn't see anything." "Forgive me, Father. For I have sinned repeatedly" The voice of the woman I had been longing for spoke. "And will do so again." "I can't tell how excited I was to hear her voice. Yet I calmly told her to go ahead and tell me what she has done. She would talk for over an hour and I listened to her confess all sorts of sins. From petty thief to sodomy, nothing seemed to be profane to her. Then she turned to her sexual exploits. There must not have been an hour that she hadn't done something sexual, masturbation to domination, she had done it all. When she had finished, I was too stunned for words." "Don't you want to tell me that I have been bad?" the sultry voiced asked. "Yes, you have been very bad." I barely croaked out. "Do you think that God will forgive me for what I have done and will do again and again?" "God is forgiving to all of his children." "So I am absolved of my sins?" "As soon as you do your penitence." "And what would that be?" "You need to give up those sinful ways of yours." I struggled with my words, having a difficult time from keeping my hand out of my pants. "You must embrace the teaching and love of Jesus Christ." "OH, I would love to do that, but then I wouldn't have to come to see you." "What?" "Later, father." I heard the door of the booth open and close and then she was gone. "I struggled to get out of my side of the booth, but by the time that I was able to open the door, she was gone from the church. I felt so confused. I cancelled the Saturday evening & Sunday masses, claiming that I had the stomach flu and didn't well. I spent the time in my room, masturbating to the image of Wanda. "The next week was a living hell. I couldn't keep my mind on anything. I tried to return to pray, but I found myself praying that God should bring that mystery woman to and to would forgive me for the sins that I wanted to commit with her." "When Saturday came, I was like an excited and impatient virgin on his wedding night. I couldn't wait for the time that I would hear confessions. I was very lean on the penitence for the sins that these old people. A few Hail Mary's was all I gave out. I quickly cleared out the church, thinking that the woman might show up sooner if I did. But I ended up waiting up it was nearly time to wrap it up. I could help but dose off again. Then I hear the booth door open and close. That incredible scent filled the air. I knew at once that the woman I had been lusting for had returned." "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. And I will again." Her sultry voice spoke, and she proceeded to let me more of her sinful and erotic adventures. They were even more perverted then the last times. She began to tell me of another dark fantasy of hers. "Wait, before you tell me of that sinful desire. I have wished to know who you are. You breeze into my church asking for forgiveness and I don't have a clue to who you are!" "Why would you care? I am just another sinner who loves to sin." Her voice took on an angry tone. "Just like all of the old fools in your church. I see how all of the men want me in their beds and some the women secretly wish the same thing. You don't ask them of their names when they are confessing their sins, do you?" "No, I don't I know most of them by their voices. But I don't even know who you are." "I see." She paused for a second, "My name is Wanda Winkler." "Wanda? Didn't you go to live with your Aunt in the woods?" "Yes, I did, until she died several months ago." "I am sorry. You should have come for me. I would have given her last rites." Wanda laughed, "She wouldn't have wanted that. She liked the way she lived and eventually died. She had no place for your religion." "And do you have a place for my religion?" "Maybe, I have certain things I want to get out from you." "What things? Wanda laughed a deep throat laugh, "I was about to tell you." "Wanda proceeded to tell me how as a child she had always been attracted to me. She even imagined that one-day I would leave the priesthood and marry her. But she knew that I was far too set in my ways to leave now. She now wanted something else from me. I suspected what that might be, yet I had to hear it from her." "I have a few questions for you." "And what might that be?" "What made you want to become a priest?" "A personal tragedy occurred and I turned to God." "Are you still a virgin, Father?" "Actually, I was briefly married, but my wife died less then a year after we were married. I turned to the church to ease my grief. I found out that I had a calling and became a priest." "Did you like making love to your wife? Did you really like it? Did you have fun sticking your cock deep into your wife?" "Yes." I had no idea why I was telling her this. "Do you miss it?" "Miss what." Silently wondering what it would be like to do what she had just suggested to her. "Making love?" "Sometimes, but I have my prayers to ease my desires." "Too bad. I have other thoughts on how I could help relieve you of those desires." "She then told me in graphic detail how she would make love to me in several ways over the course of an hour. I knew I shouldn't listen, but I was so spellbound on what she had to say. It was all so titillating to me. I found myself doing the most unimaginable thing. I opened my pants and began to masturbate to her telling of the fantasy. I was nearly to my orgasm when she stopped her tale." "What are you doing in there?" she asked. "Ah-"I fumbled with pulsating maleness in my hand, desperately attempting to get it back into my pants, deeply embarrassed by my lapse of control. I decided to lie. "Nothing." "Liar!" she took a deep breath and sighed, "I can smell your excitement. You are close." She sniffed and laughed "And I have to go." "WHAT!" I cried out, "But you can't leave." "Why, Father?" her voice took an inquiring tone, "Why should I stay if you can't tell me the truth. If you tell me the true, I might say and tell you more that I wish to do." "But…" "Time is running out." "I was…" "Yes?" "I was" I panicked and blurted it out, "masturbating while you were talking. Your story had me extremely…" I heard the door of the confessional slam shut. And I finished my sentence weakly, "excited." "I stood up and straighten my clothing. I realized that the woman was shocked and had left because I had confessed such a vile deed to her. I was thankful that the church was empty. I was such a moron to believe that a woman would be in the slightest bit interested in an old and imprudent man that I was." Fallen "But when I opened my door of the confessional, there stood Wanda, with a smoldering fire burning in her eyes." "Before I could do anything, she yanked down my pants and pushed me back onto the chair. She knelt down and took a hold of my manhood. She began to perform oral sex on me. I knew that it wasn't an acceptable act to the church, but I couldn't bear to tell her to stop. She was highly adept at her work. I rocked violently in unison to her actions and I soon felt my desire bubble up and expel forth from me. It had been over thirty years since I had been with a woman and I struck my head on the back of the confessional. The sheer intensity of the experience was enough to send is into a state of unconsciousness." "I was awakening by the knocking on the confessional door. It was Mrs. Tilton's asking if I was okay and that it was time for Saturday evening mass. I quickly remembered what had occurred to me and composed myself. I answered her by telling her that I had slipped and knocked myself out. She was concerned as I exited the booth. I asked her to tell the people gathered outside that mass would be late. I rushed to the back and slipped out of my soiled clothes, donned my robes. I called to Mrs. Tilton to let the people in as I exited the backdoor. I hurried around to the front of the church. I saw the crowd and wished that Wanda was there, but I didn't see her. My heart sank in disappointment. I knew that she was most likely on her way to Raleigh to farther her vast sexual experience. I was surprised that I felt jealousy over this. I wanted Wanda to be mine alone. I wanted to ravish her in a vicious animal fashion." "I would do the shorter reading for that night. I explained that I have struck my head and wished to retire early that night. My parish seemed to understand as I hurried through the rituals. Little did they know that I only wanted to be away from them. I wanted to got to my little room and relive the wondrous joy that Wanda had preformed on me." "After mass, I did actually that. Once I was done, I lay in my room, unable to sleep. I need that I was no longer acting like a priest that I was. I could only thing of the joyous pleasure that Wanda gave me. I wished that she were with me again. I wanted her. I fell asleep dreaming of her." "Then in the middle of the night, I awoke to the joyous sensation of being make love to. I opened my eyes to find a naked Wanda ride me like a horse. She looked as if she was near her peak. She cried out as she did and I orgasm also. It had been so long since I had done that. I couldn't wait till I could do it again. This time I was in command of the session. He would make love a total of four times. He would collapse in each other's arms. Before I drifted off to sleep, I hear Wanda tell me that I was her toy to play with. Only death would part us. I wouldn't know what that would mean until it was too late." "Wanda would visit me every night for the next three weeks. She would make love in many ways. She would be gone the following morning before Mrs. Tilton woke me up. I was never so in my life. Yet I sensed something was wrong." "I noticed a strange tattoo on Wanda's left breast. It was in the shape of ancient runes linked by a circle triad. I remembered seeing this tattoo before, yet I could where. When I asked her about it, she told me that it was a family mark, very ancient and unimportant to me. She then proceeded to perform oral sex on me. I didn't give it another thought." "But the following day, I was researching a question that was posed by parishioner when I saw the same mark that was Wanda's tattoo. It was an ancient mark indeed. It was the mark of the faerie folks that served the dark lord, Satan. The mark was a symbol of the sirens. These sirens would use their sexual appetites and capacity to lure men to commit vile acts or make them fall from grace. At that moment, I realized who and what Wanda was and I was just another of the Fallen and I was doomed." "Wait a minute!" Moore interrupted "You saying that you know this by seeing a simple tattoo?" "Yes, I did." "That's bullshit." "No, it is the faeries. As a priest, I have been entitled to certain truthful information about paranormal events over the ages. The encounters and battles with the many evil forces of Satan. The dark lord has many allies who assist him in luring the righteous to their doom. The Siren faeries would take over the bodies of females' host, making them perform many vile and impure acts to ensnare men to their catastrophe. And Wanda was one of them." "Do want did you do next?" "I confronted her with the information that night. She only laughed at me and told me that my spirit was hers. I had fallen into her trap and I had willing surrendered my soul for the promise of sex with her. There was nothing that I could do to stop her. She left my room and told me that I would never be able to redeem myself in the eyes of God. I had sinned in the house of the God. I was just one more of the many that she had cause to Fallen. She left my room to find her next victim." "But little did she know that she had tangled with the someone who knew how to not only stop her, but defeat her." "One of the subjects that I studied while I was becoming a priest was the origins of supernatural beings. I remember that I had read about the destruction of those evil folks. I left for San Francisco to go the main library there. I also wished to tender my resignation to the bishop. I knew that I could never lead my parish anymore. I had fallen from grace and was no longer worthy. The Bishop wouldn't accept my resignation. He told me that many priest falls, I just needed time to reflect with God and refocus my life. He recommended that I would go to a retreat. I told him that I would take some time off and redefine myself. Yet I knew that I where my path led." "I left San Francisco and returned to track down Wanda, armed with the knowledge on how to deal with her. I knew that the Faerie inside of Wanda would have a need for more souls to survive. The Siren Faeries were known to do that. I suspect that the Faerie inside of Wanda was an older one. It most likely moved from one host to another once it used up all of their resources. I believed that the Faerie had once inhabited Wanda's Aunt." "I rented a small motel room that I would use as a base of operations. I prepared the needed tools that would help me track down the Faerie that possessed Wanda. As much as I loved her, I knew that the only way to actually destroy the foul creature would be to kill Wanda. I wasn't so sure that I would be able to do that to her, yet I would find out in the moment I faced her. Either she would die or I would." "It took me two weeks to find her. She had taken up with Douglas Stout, who was the local county clerk. He was a deeply religious single man who I had known to take a vow to remain a virgin until he had married. He was a man of honor, without sin. He was the perfect candidate for the Faerie to seduce and steal his soul. I discovered that Douglas lived in a house near the motel. I waited until dark to make my move." "It was nearly midnight when I arrived at Douglas' house. I sneaked into the house through the back door. I could hear the moans and groans of Wanda and Douglas engaged in intercourse. Jealousy filled me. I wished that it were I in bed with her. I had taken the cross that I carried with me during the mass. I had sharpened the end to make point. I slowly entered the room. I could see the shapes of Wanda and Douglas in the woes of orgasmic pleasure. In a fit of rage, I lifted the cross up and smashed it into them, impaled them to the bed. I killed them and the Faerie, once and for all." "That is my confession." "Are you sure that you killed this Faerie of yours?" "I am certain that the Faerie that was in Douglas was killed, I heard its death scream." "Douglas had a Faerie in him?" Moore asked. "Yes, the Faerie needed a new mate. Douglas was the oblivious choice for it to corrupt." "So you killed both Faeries?" Volkstag looked down for a second, "But I am not so sure that Wanda's was killed." He slowly unbuttoned his shirt and looked at left side of his chest. He began to shake violent and began to mutter to turn to a shout, "NO! IT CAN'T BE." "Calm down, Helmut. What is it?" Moore asked in a shocked tone, "What is wrong?" "The Faerie isn't dead. Wanda will rise again." "How do you know this?" "By this" Volkstag lifted his shirt and showed a tattoo on his left side of his chest. It was cryptic and in the shape of this. 20 =5= w "It is runes. It shows that Wanda's faerie is still exists. If it were dead, it would have faded. And since it hasn't, it will mean that I have failed. Wanda and her Faerie will rise once more to cause more terror and steal more souls." "Then you didn't kill it." "No, I can only sneak up on a Faerie once. It knows me and will kill me the instant I get near her." Volkstag shook his head, "Anyway, I doubt that I won't have the strength to face her again. My life is nearly over." "OVER? What the hell are you talking about?" "Since I have fallen, I knew that I would never be allowed to enter the kingdom of Heaven and I didn't wish to remain here with a reason to live not that Wanda was dead. So I swallowed a slow acting poison." He glanced at his watch, "I suspect that I have only an hour to live." "So how to you intend to stop her?" "I won't stop her." Volkstag lifted his head and stared at Detective Moore, "But you will be able to kill her." "You want me to do what?" Moore shouted at him, "What makes you think that I would do such a thing." "Detective Moore, since I have been touch by the faerie," the former priest stared at him with those burning eyes again, "I can sense others who had also had similar experiences with the supernatural." Volkstag turned his head as if he had heard some unseen speaker; "You were much younger then, about 19, when it occurred to you and your friends. You all had heard the rumors that a wild animal had been attacking livestock and there was a $1000.00 bounty." "How the hell!" "Silence," Volkstag held up his aged hand, "You, Reggie Calmar and David Briggs thought that it was some wild wolf or maybe a bear. You load up the high-powered rifles and shotguns and headed up to the spot. It was on the third night that you heard the howls. Reggie told that he thought that it might me a werebeast out there. He told that you that he had made a box of shotgun shells that he had loaded with silver pellets in them. David laughed at him. But you also sensed that something was wrong. Something very wrong." "It was about an hour later, when the howls got closer and closer. You all got you guns out. Reggie handed you a scattergun, loaded with the silver pellets shells. He told you that you had to shoot anyone that the beast was to bite, even if they were dead. You thought that he was full of shit." "How could you know this?" Moore muttered. "When the werewolf did come into the camp. Reggie and David fought with the creature, firing all sorts of weapons at it, but they were torn to bits. You finally shot the beast as it slowly approached you. It was thrown back to the ground and you slowly crept over to it. You expected to see a wolf, but it was a naked man. You vomited until you heard Reggie called you. He wasn't dead yet, but he was already showing the signs of the change. Reggie told you that you had to shot both David and himself before it was too late. You couldn't shoot your friends; you instead took out your knife and cut off the tops of a pair of the shotgun shells. You poured the pellets into their wounds. You were sure if it would work. But it did. Both of your friends died and didn't come back as werewolves." "That is how you found out about the supernatural?" Volkstag said as he opened his eyes, "Isn't it?" "Yes, I happened to see a wolf and then shot it. I claimed that the guy and the wolf jumped my friends. The wolf killed my friends and the man wanted to use me for some weird sex ritual. I got free and shot both the wolf and man. The police never suspected anything else." Moore confessed, "I never told anyone else. Not even any of my ex-wives." "Do you believe me now?" "Yeah," Moore slowly rubbed his jaw. Deep down, he knew that the priest was telling the truth. Call it cop's instincts, but what Volkstag had told him was a reality. There was a faerie that needed to be killed. And he was the only one who could do it. "What do you want me to do?" Stanley Moore slowly took off the headphones from his head. Even hearing it a second time didn't shake his sense that it was true. Volkstag had known about the incident with the werewolf. He had never told anyone about that horrible night. It left its mark on him, it gave him a keen insight on whether someone was telling the truth or not. It was extremely helpful in his job as a police detective, yet in this incident it would lure him back into the under belly of the supernatural, a place where he didn't wish to return. Yet the strict moral code that he based his life upon forbids him to turn away from this threat of the Faerie. Volkstag had told him how to defeat the demon. He just needed to go back to the motel where the former priest had been living to get the needed tools to finally end this horrible thing. Moore slipped on his gloves before he went to the motel, he didn't want to leave any fingerprints. He used his passkey as entered the room where the former priest lived and plotted the murders. He was thankful that since it was so late that the crime investigation team hadn't arrived yet. They would have gone through this room with a fine toothcomb and discovered what he needed. He didn't switch on the light, but pulled out his penlight to guide him to the nightstand where Volkstag told him to where he had kept the weapons to defeat the Faerie. Moore opened the drawer and quickly scanned the needed items that were in the drawer. He selected the items that he was most familiar with and closed the drawer. He slipped the items into his pocket and exited the room. He wasn't in the room more then three minutes. Moore returned to his car and prayed that he had made the right choice of weapons. If he didn't, an ancient and seductive evil would once more roam the earth. He couldn't let to happen, even if he had to stake his life on killing it. Moore entered the old jail building. It was where the state police would have brought the remains of the murder victims. It had a walk-in refrigerator from when the jail used to be an old market. Sheriff De Ponce had used it as a drunk tank and a make shift morgue after the Iberia funeral parlor burnt down a couple of years back. Moore walked toward the walk-in refrigerator and grabbed the hand of the door. He silently said a prayer before he opened it. He quickly noticed two tables in there. One was covered had a lump with a sheet covering it while the other one was empty, the sheet was on the floor. Volkstag was correct. The Faerie still lived and had reanimated the dead body of Wanda Winkler. Damn! Thought Moore as he pulled out a nonstandard revolver from his pocket. It was the gun that Volkstag had told him to get from his room. The former priest had told him that it was loaded with silver bullets. Volkstag was certain that the silver would end the Faerie's possession of Wanda. Moore had some experience with that metal and the supernatural. He hoped to have just shot the body while it lies on the table, but now he had to track this damn thing down. Just then something with extreme strength threw Moore across the freezer door, causing him to fall out into the other room, where he dropped the revolver. It left him dazed. He tried to keep himself conscious. All would be lost if he allowed this thing to get free. Then a sour smell hit his nose, revived him like smelling salts. He looked up to see the white face of Wanda Winkler above him. "A warm body. You have a warm body that I need to help me live." Moore felt a tug at his wrist and then heard his pants tear away. His eyes darted over the shape of Wanda's naked body and he could not help but become aroused. She straddled his hips and felt her icy body against his skin. A hollow coldness enveloped his manhood, causing him to gasp out in a combination of pain and pleasure. A powerful fist wrapped around his throat. A thin sinister grim appeared on her face, "Ah, such a wonderful sensation. Sex is such wondrous amalgamation of life and death." She slides up and down upon him, enjoying the sensations that they were experiencing, "I will enjoy feasting upon your soul." "I don't think so, Wanda or shall I call Nocuous?" "WHAT?!" her eyes flew open and her grin disappeared, "How do you know that name?" "Volkstag told me. But I would have known you without his help. I have this talent that came from my mother. She was a demon sentinel." "You are Stanley Moore That is Welsh. Your mother was a Sin Eater?" Wanda/Nocuous drew back attempting to get away from him, "But that can't be? That would make you also a Sin Eater. I would have known? I would have killed you." "There was no way you could have known. You were dead when I arrived. You were distracted at the moment." Moore grabbed a hold of the Faerie possessed female's hand. He shook as his hot seed exploded into her. He groans with pleasure, yet she couldn't escape his hold. Once the waves of his climaxes faded, he continued, "Don't try to get away from me. You can't get away from me. You will never get away." "NO! I have to live" panicky she tried to pull away, yet found that she was bonded to his body. She screamed an unearthly howl. "NOOOOOOOO!!!!" "Yes." Moore pulled out an ornate silver cross from his torn pants. He drew his hand back and slammed the cross into her chest. She let out another howl as the holy object sank into her flesh. He began to chant ancient, yet powerful spell that was as old as the Faerie and it stripped away the Faerie's powers and drew it out of Wanda's body into his own. The dead body fell off him, landed on the ground with a terrible thud sound. The dark spirit's tattoo appeared on Moore's chest and then faded away. He burped a little for the consumption of demonic beings always gave him some gas. Moore changed out of his torn and damaged clothes. He was thankful that the missing Sheriff De Pounce and he were of similar size. The Sheriff had left a pair of dress slacks in his closet in his office. He placed his torn clothing into a paper sack and carried it to his car. He returned and replaced Wanda's dead body onto the table. When the state meat wagon came to pick up the corpses, no one would suspect anything had happened. This was fine with Moore. He didn't want anyone to know of his strange hobby and hidden abilities. Moore's mother was a Sin Eater, a holy mortal who could remove demonic entities from the dead, freeing the decease to go to heaven, without sin. It wasn't until his run-in with that damn werewolf that Stanley's told him about the family secret and that also had the power. His mother trained him in the art of consuming the sinful ones. He found out that in his job as a detective, he could keep up his hidden talent a secret and still release the tormented to a brighter after life. He knew that he should stop, but this was a special calling for a task that needed to be done. He suspected that one day his own child, Jamie, would also develop this talent. He prayed that doing so wouldn't give him as much gas as it did Stanley. Moore thought about Volkstag. The poor priest felt that he had fallen beyond the grace of God. Moore smiled as he preformed his cleansing of the soul upon dishearten cleric. The priest died with the knowledge that all of his sins were removed and forgiven. It was the bonus and main reason that Stanley continued to slay the dark ones. One saved soul was worth the torment of removing a hundred demonic beings. Everything was tied up and appeared that a jealous priest killed a pair of lovers. One would ever believe the truth. Fallen Moore returned to his car and headed back toward his home in San Francisco. As he drove away, he felt that he would be returning to this sleepy town. There was some much hidden evil that is made Stanley certain that he would be feeding on more demons and other dark ones soon. This ends the tale of "The Fallen" or will it? Copyrights to Paul Grove 2001. Fallen For my muse... Where do we begin tales of the unbelievable? In the beginning, with the believable, I suppose. He met her on the Internet, the preferred communication of the new world, connecting all corners of the planet, all manners of being. They had a lot in common and shared a juvenile, silly and depraved a sense of humor. They both liked similar books and food. In her opinion, your passion for those two things where indications of the state of your soul, being the two most important place you could consume from, your mouth and you mind. They chatted for a while, had lots of cyber sex. He liked the way her lids closed half way when she came. She liked the way his breath sounded over the microphone. She would close her eyes and pretend he was there. Eventually, they got to the point where it was time to meet. He was excited, she was excited, too, but reluctant. He worried that she wasn’t as available as she said. She wasn’t attached, but she was keeping a secret, and she didn’t want to hurt him. But she wanted him so bad. Then it happened, she flew to him and they met. He asked if he should pick her up from the airport, she told him not to worry about it. “It’s taken care of” “Are you sure?” He asked. Honestly, he had a little scenario all planned out in his minds eye. Picking her up at the airport, watching her get off the plane, smothering her with kisses and big hugs. His plan was already starting to fall apart, before it even began. He felt the first twitters of panic begin in his stomach. “Lets just pick a place and time to meet. I’ll be there.” He was uneasy with her mystery, but let it go. He was using the bad judgment we all use when we are eager for something. They set up the specifics, and both counted the days till they would meet. He tried on seven outfits the morning she was supposed to arrive, and felt like a girl. He giggled at himself; he was excited. She splashed on perfume she hadn’t used in a very long time. It was the scent she liked for sex. It was sweet and spicy, laced with Bergamot and Vanilla and something else. That “something” else was a scent that no one else but she could recognize. It was the smell of her lust, musty and heady and sweetly rank the way decaying autumn leaves are. He walked into the bar at the specified time. It was small and not very trendy, but it was quite. Not necessarily a place to impress, but a place to talk and get to know someone. He was really nervous. It was so strange meeting someone after you have developed a relationship on the Internet. Sometimes the chemistry that was so strong over a cyber connection just seemed to disappear in person. He hoped that wasn’t the case, he wanted her so bad. Not just for sex, but truly wanted her. He wanted to have her, possess her, and incorporate her into himself. He tried not to think about it, it scared him. There she was, standing right inside the door. She was taller than he expected, and somehow her presence was bigger than he could have imagined. She just drank up the room around her. Her smile was big and warm and very, very inviting. His heart literally melted when he saw that smile. But the panic in his belly flared up, instinctually, and he dismissed it as nerves. When she saw him she couldn’t help but to smile, inviting him to her. Her mind gushed all at once that he was lean and strong and handsome. But it was his eyes, deep and real, that made the panic in her belly flare. She lusted for him so badly it made her groin ache. She licked her lips, took a breath to calm the beast that rolled inside her, smiled and walked to him. “Well, hello there, stranger” she cooed at him. Her voice made the panic swell in both of their bellies. It occurred to them both at the same instant that this was for real. That was very scary to them both, but for different reasons. “Well, hello there” he responded. He reached out and hugged her, pulling her close to him. All at once he was slapped with her smell. It was warm and subtle, but the effect was like a blow. It made him drunk and light headed, and as much as he wanted too, he couldn’t concentrate of what she felt like. Upon his embrace, her body tensed and her eyes closed and rolled back into her head. He was warm, so warm. She was but inches from his neck. She imagined that she could hear his heart beat, feel the blood rushing in his body, pulsing with each beat of his strong and true heart. She couldn’t stop herself from nuzzling his neck more and laying her moist mouth onto its nape, giving a little soft kiss. Her kiss cleared his senses immediately. His fuzzy drunkenness was replaced by an ache so bad that he caught himself clenching his fists at her back, stopping himself from grabbing onto her and forcing his possession right now. Panic flooded over him almost as violently as his lust. What the hell was she doing to him? She could sense his thoughts as if he had said them. She couldn’t let him go now, now that he was so close, his neck but two inches from her face, warm and real. “Lets not stay here,” She whispered into his ear, her breath and suggestion giving him an erection. He knew she could feel it, but didn’t care. “Where do you want to go?” he managed to get out, needing to clear his throat. He was having a problem thinking about anything else but being inside of her. He wasn’t good at multi-tasking. “Ummmm…” she practically groaned. “Anywhere, I don’t care, I just need to be with you.” She whispered again. Her breath on his ear and neck where driving him crazy, impairing his judgment. “Can we go to your house? Is anyone there?” He assumed that at some point they where going to make it back to his place, so he made arrangements with his roommate. “Yeah.” he consented. “Yeah, we can go there.” His voice was eager and unfocused; all he could feel was her body and her breath. Small whiffs of her scent kept assaulting his senses. It drown out the panic growing in his belly, born from that vestigial place that recognized the lion in the brush when your five senses couldn’t perceive him, but the fine hairs on the back of your neck knew he was there. “Where is your car?” She spoke a little louder now, and he turned his head to look her in the eyes. They were like none he had ever seen before, heavy lidded, darkly lined and so intense they almost glowed. He could barely respond under her gaze. It demanded all of him. “Umm, out here.” He said, nudging at the door with his head, refusing to move any body part that was touching her. He was afraid that if he let go, even for a second, the spell would be broken. She grinned at his obvious unwillingness to move. “Not that I’m not enjoying standing here, being held by you…” she began. “But I would like it a whole lot better if we where alone and naked.” Her words burned into him like raw fire. They hurt his ears to hear. He didn’t know if he could make it all the way to his house. She let go of him, and took his hand in hers. The minute she released him, his panic took over and he suddenly realized that his hands where sore from being tensed so hard. But her hands where soft and small and the logical part of his brain said Look at her, she couldn't hurt you. And you want her...so bad. Go! You fool! Move! And so he did, listening to the part of him that produced explanations for footsteps while walking at night and strange shapes projected on to darkened walls at bedtime. The ride to his house was tense. He kept wanting to look over at her, to touch her, feel her. But she distracted him to the point of danger, not being able to drive and think about her at the same time. She sensed this, and they steered the conversation to her flight and his day, the kind of chitchat old friends have. But as soon as they where inside the house, it was like electricity shot off of them both. They where here and alone, and they both knew what they came to do. “Show me your room.” She demanded, hidden inside a request. She watched him in front of her, pulling her gently to his door. His back pulled his shirt tight, and she could see the muscles that ran across his back, from the ends of his collarbone. The urge to pounce was so strong; she had to close her eyes to abate it. As soon as she closed them, she saw herself tearing the shirt off, sucking and biting those muscles from behind, her fingers digging into his chest. She decided open eyes where safer than closed. Once inside his room there was only a moment of awkward waiting. He had her by the hand to lead her to the room, but once inside he turned to face her. The impression of intensity that he had about her gaze before was paled by what stared out of her face now. He had never seen someone look with such need before. He could sense her lust for sex, but for something else, too. Something he had never seen on anyone’s face before, but that he had hidden from his own gaze many times. It was the sheer need to consume. When he matched his gaze with hers, something broke between them. Any sense of reserve they had dissipated instantly by the sheer need to be inside of each other. He yanked the arm he still held to himself, crushing her with his embrace. He immediately bit down on her neck, as hard as he thought he could get away with, and simultaneously felt teeth dig into him. Their teeth clung to that place in the nape of the neck where the tendons attach it to the shoulder. But, panic overwhelmed him suddenly; when he felt her teeth breach his skin, dig into his flesh. On one hand it felt good to be hurt, to be plied with her teeth out of passion, but on the other it was painful. A part of him felt violated by her unexpected penetration, an the panic that has been building, that he had been diligently ignoring to this point, spilled over him like a flood, drowning out anything but complete fear. “What the…” He shouted as he pushed her away. But the sentence was stopped cold when he saw her face, downcast eye, blood at the corner of her lips. The sight of it made him more afraid than he had ever been in his life, and his anger swelled to meet his fear, dwarfing it, so he wouldn’t have to feel it. “You bit me, you Bitch! What the Hell!!” He screamed at her indignantly. She kept perfectly still, keeping her eyes downcast. He reached up and touched his neck. He could feel the slick blood flowing over the skin, the lacerations stinging with the touch of his sweaty and salty hands. He looked at his fingers and was flabbergasted at the blood, slick and wet, coating them. He looked at her again, waiting for something, anything, for her to move. She realized when he shoved her away that she had been far to eager. She had been impatient and sloppy. But now that she had tasted what was so sweet and heady, she had to finish. What he didn’t realize was that his anger was only feeding her, gorging her with the need to be with him. She could literally taste how much she wanted his cock in her while she put her teeth into him. The panic she had felt since there decision to meet was suddenly dampened. She knew what she must do now, and she couldn’t make herself stop. She looked up, after he felt the blood on his fingers and looked at his neck. She heard an audible gasp and knew he had seen her eyes. They where full now, the way her body was full of lust and need, and they glowed with it, feline and wet. She looked him directly in the eyes now. “What the hell are you?” he managed to whisper between his panic and awe, knowing he sounded like a cliché, but not caring out of need for an answer. “Fallen.” She managed out of smirking lips and bared teeth. She pounced then, with force that I do not have the ability to explain. She pushed him onto the bed that stood perpendicular behind him, and sat on top of him. He was terrified and angry, but her force, her need, her control all made his already swollen penis flood with blood. It was pushing up against his jeans, screaming in its demanding, illogical voice to be let out. He embraced her; he couldn’t stop himself, and ran his hands into the place at the bottom of her back, feeling its perfect arch. He could feel the muscles straining, holding back. She threw her head back at the feel of his touch, the inference of his consent, which is what she wanted all of the time. When she threw her head back, she exposed her long neck to him, laying it bare, exposing the top of her chest before it was swallowed by the neckline of her shirt. Seeing the bare skin, open in invitation, made him crave her skin in his mouth, the feel of her neck tight under his tongue. He hugged her to him; hands splayed across her back and began to feed at her neck. He licked and kissed it, nipping at its corners, worshipping its white perfection. Sounds escaped her mouth that he has never heard a human make before. If pressed to explain, he would have said they where a cross between a moan and a growl. The sounds vibrated against her throat as she made them, so he could actually taste them. She pressed her hips into him, rubbing against him through his jeans, squeezing his erection against his waistband, making him wince in pain and need. “Take it out for me” she whimpered, demanding and begging at the same time. He pushed back on the bed, to get enough room to lift is hips to unbutton his pants and slide them off. She stayed kneeling on the corner of the bed, watching him. As soon as his cock was out, she pushed him back on the bed. She leaned forward, over him, prowling and crawling up his body. Her face was now above his, close, as she watched his need and anticipation. It feed her hunger to the point that she had to concentrate to keep her hungry, rolling beast within her skin, abating its need to eat. She nuzzled his neck and sniffed at him, like an animal accessing a kill. She smelled deeply at his neck and slowly traveled down his chest, stopping to sniff at his navel. He felt her chin rub against the large purple head of his cock and he almost lost his mind from the need to feel her lips on it. She saw his body tense under her accidental but planned touch and moved her face to his cock. She deliberate rubbed his cock against her face, moistening and opening her lips. She rubbed them of his cock, not sucking, just rubbing, up and down its generous length. He was paralyzed with sensation, and could do nothing but lay there, clenching at the blanket beneath him. All at once, she took it, brining into her wet and warm mouth, smothering it with saliva, tongue and firm suction. She took it into the back of her throat and held it there, contracting her soft upper palette against it, rubbing the full length of it with her tongue. She pulled it out then, slowly and let it rest at the tip of her lips before she opened up to him and did it all again. She suckled him until she could feel the tension is his balls, mounting to explosion, his body rigid and struggling to fuck her mouth with need to be in her. She hopped up to her knees and began to undo her pants, lifting one leg at a time, removing them with speed and efficiency. He lay there, watching her expose her long, creamy thighs, and her cleanly shaven, plump pussy. Flashes of lip hung down from the crack of her pussy, and he wanted nothing more but to suck on them while fucking her, as impossible as that was. At that thought, he sat up on his elbows, out of need to be close to her. She leaned over him again, this time pant less. Her face was at his. She leaned in and kissed him, sucking on his lower lip, watching him watch her. “I want you to fuck me from behind,” she said. “Will you do that for me?” “Yes.” His response was barley audible. “I want you to fuck me…worship me.” She said between kisses, gentle tugs at his lips. “But don’t be nice to me.” She knew her words could be construed at contradictory. “Do you understand what I mean?” she asked, looking directly into his face, trying to sense if he did. He did, he wanted badly to do exactly what she was requesting. He wanted to put his cock as far into her as humanly possible, keep it there; force it there. He wanted to pull and push at her, bit her, tear at her. “Yes.” “Do you want to do that to me?” she asked. Her lips curled into a wicked little grin, knowing the answer, seeing it in his glaring stare, his flared nostrils and forced breaths. “Yes” This time, his response was not a whisper, but a word, almost spat between clenched teeth. It was affirmation of the ferocity he was about to take her with. She looked into his face a little longer, a barely detectible space between their noses. “Good. Then do it.” He felt himself let go with the permission to do with her as he wanted. To control and possess this thing that was obviously stronger, manipulative and barley controlled. She was giving her consent to being possessed, and that inflamed him almost more than any physical stimulus ever could. He pushed her up and seized her hips, flipping her over and pinning her down. He forced his knee between hers and spread her legs open. He pushed her head into the bed, so that only her ass was in the air. He grabbed at her arm and yanked them up onto her back, holding them with one hand. Then he put himself inside of her. Her plump wetness swallowed him whole, consumed him with a ferocity and completeness that he didn’t know was possible. He jammed his cock into her, again and again, making a slapping noise every time his groin hit her ass cheeks. He grabbed at her hips, clawed at her back. He pulled the pin out that was binding her hair back and fisted it, yanking at it every time he drove himself into her. It was like he was trying to climb into her, trying to force his whole being into her through his penis. He pummeled his cock into her again and again and listened to her gasp for breath between her intermittent moans and growls. No matter how hard he fucked her, she just responded with obvious sound of pleasure mixed with small, but notable, gasps of pain. Finally he felt her pussy swell around him. It softened and then contracted, surrounding his cock with wetness and a firmed softness. He rode into her, forcing his cock into her orgasm and felt his cum shoot out of him, deep inside of her, pulling her body up by her hair as he came. She was next to him now, her back against his chest, bucking against him with his orgasm. His cock was only at the lips of her vagina, but still in, rubbing in and out, soaked with mixture of there cum. He had a though then. He knew that she let herself be taken. He knew that she had tasted from him tonight, a little taste, but had not drunk when she bit into his neck. She wanted to drink, maybe even needed to drink from him. He still wasn’t sure exactly what she was. He knew intuitively that she wanted his blood as much as his semen. He also knew that taking the semen was divine, but the taking of blood wouldn’t be. She could have forced him, drunk from him without his consent. Instead she let him have her. She had given, instead of taken. Maybe for the first time ever. He ran his hands over the front of her, feeling her firm, unbound breast as his orgasm finished racking his body. Her shirt was still on, and he slowly unbuttoned it as his cock emptied and began to contract, wanting to see her all now that he possessed her. When the last button was unfastened he leaned her forward to remove the shirt. She consented, but reluctantly. When he began to slide it off her shoulders she stopped him, removing his hands from her, and began to remove it herself. She was in front of him, kneeling on the bed, her back to him. She slipped off the shirt and across her whole back was a tattoo. A crucifix ran the whole length of the spine, the t-shaped crossing from shoulder blade to shoulder blade. On the cross was an Angel with her face, only one hand still bound to the cross. Her hands and feet where bloodied, obliviously from tearing herself off the cross. She was struggling with her torn body to pull the other hand off. Her face was forlorn, but indigent. When asked to describe the image of She as the angel, he said: “She's a fallen angel, almost suspended. Her wings are tattered and the feathers are not aligned, showing that even the most divine creatures are not perfect. That brings her closer to me. She is clad in torn innocence, nothing is showing; yet she's not fully clothed. There is no halo; she's almost human. She is my soft side, she is my reminder never to become hardened or cold.” Fallen He reached forward and felt it. Rubbed his hands across the still raised skin. “Why is she on the cross?” He wondered out loud, wincing at the image of her torn, bloody hands and feet. “Why did you do that to yourself?” He traced his fingers across the image of her hands and feet, wanting to take them inside himself, kiss away all the hurt, all the damage. “Because…once you stop being crucified” she began, talking to the wall in front of her “you start being free." Fallen Angel Note: This started out, not as my best erotica story to date, but as a blog. It all started with the sentence, "You watch me corrode like a beast in repose," (a line in one of MCR's songs, the Sharpest Lives) and has evolved into this. I worked hard, and have strived to complete it. I think you all will enjoy this. ----------------------------------- You watch me die in my fit of rage. You watch my eyes look to the skies. You watch me die, amongst the embers. The fire rises across the sky, I know we are defeated. Great spikes and daggers rise into the air. The fire laps at their stems, as I fall into the pit. They watch, those wretched diseased hands, as I fall, and the great pit of darkness and fire envelopes around me. You watch in your looking glass, as I fall closer to you, into your grasp. The fallen angel, amongst the hell. I flex my wings, struggle to defend myself against the fast moving air, but I am helpless. The arrows pierced my wings long ago. I am lost, to those above, and must die, a martyr amongst rotting flesh, and fuming flames of your abode. Your eyes flash as you walk to see me. I fall into your bed of death. I land softly. Against my will, I am held down. You walk near, the only visible being in the room, lit behind by sharp flames of fire. But, I can forever see your glowing eyes of fire. My white dress is torn, grotesquely so. My curled hair is mussed, as I struggle against the unseen forces holding me there. I close my eyes and relax for a brief moment, while I try to take control. But, you are still there, your eyes glowing as you move closer. I shiver and jump as you first touch me, unlacing the ribbons of my shoes. You delight in my fear. I lock eyes with you. Fear, mixed plainly on my face with another emotion--so tensely fixed to pain--pleasure. You slowly unwrap the shoes, touching every inch of delicate skin uncovered. Your long fingernails rake into my flesh. I cry out in pain, but there is no one who can hear me in the deepest pit of hell. I close my eyes again, trying desperately to ignore your touch. I had been warned this would happen. No good things would come of my affairs with the great angels, so close to god. God told me this, but I could not resist their affection, now I was in the deepest affection, of the most poisonous, foul creature to ever be. You. After removing my shoe, you rip off the ribbons and tie them around my foot. I opened my eyes to see what you had done; more accustomed to the light I could see the rotting bodies only yards away from my deathbed, the stinking, rotting flesh, the acrid stench of burnt meat, the snarls of few still hanging on. I return my eyes to you, the less hideous and more appetizing sight. Taunt, tanned skin over toned muscles that could crush my bones, dark hair slicked back. After a moment, I realized that you looked no different from a normal being, perhaps even human. Through your work, you noticed my close inspection of your body. You notice as my breath becomes ragged, and my breasts heave upon my chest. You notice the coating of sweat on my body, and know it is not just because of the heat. My arms, still held by unseen bonds. My legs held apart by my own shoe ribbons, could move slightly, a foot either direction, freely. You move up toward the head of the dark bed, and gaze on my face. You move to push a small curl out of my face, but I pull away. You produce a sound, a rancid laugh, and rip off a piece of my dress, exposing my breasts, and begin to tie up my arms. I watch as my nipples harden, and you fashion a tight knot around my arms. You pull the knot taunt, and tie it to the headboard. Your long fingernail moves down my left arm, marking a dark path, but does not puncture my skin. Despite the heat, I shiver. You kneel on the bed beside me. I look into your dark eyes, and see your dark desire. I watch as you pull the remnants of my dress from my pale body. I shiver again as you run your finger along the underside of my breast. Terror grips me again, as I see the hard bulge in your pants, but your attention is on your hands, drawing an intricate design on my torso. I gasp as your hands move to my nipple, first a gentle flick, then a pinch. You watch as I squirm beneath your hands, just as much as your light bondage allows me. I understand, why you tied me up now, for my invisible bonds, prevented any struggle. You enjoy seeing me struggle as you lean forward to lick my nipple. I gasp, try to pull away, but I am helpless, and slowly you watch me surrender. Your breathing tickles my skin, as you kiss my neck, my ear, my cheek. You hover above my lips, watching me debate with myself. I reason, I am already dead, there is no hope for me, no one can see me give in. Mid-debate, you move your lips on top of mine, and I surrender to your smooth lips, and invasive tongue. You move to straddle me; I feel your manhood pulsing against my stomach. You feel my reaction as I try to move away, but your grip on me is strong. Your hands grip my neck, one runs through my hair. I am helpless, as you move down my body with soft kisses that turn into teasing nibbles. My body, tense in its bonds, tries to turn against you, but you are too quick, and move down to my pussy faster, grazing the soft curls of my mound. I gasp, and stop my movement, as you run your fingers around my thighs. I feel your fingernails as they graze my inner thighs, making me gasp, and breath harder. Your hands move closer to my lips. Your breathing tickles my curls. Your teasing has brought me to near ecstasy. I gasp, and nearly orgasm as you first touch my lips. You move inward, around my insides, careful not to touch the nub of pleasure that hid in those folds. Instead, you stayed clear, moving me closer to the edge with every movement. You move to go inside me, feeling my walls you realize I am not the virgin sacrifice that you planned. Your fingers touch that inner spot, I moan loudly into the large room. Your hands slide out, slowly delicately, deliberately teasing my poor flesh. Now I am breathing hard, taking in as much of the humid air that I can take. You watch me with a terrible smirk on your face, as I gasp in pleasure. Your hand, pinches my clit fast. I cry out, as I convulse in a painful, orgasm of pleasure, you created. My breasts heave on my chest, as you begin to touch my clit, gently stroking it, furthering my orgasm. My moans of pleasure, heard by no other, are music to your ears. As one hand strokes my clit, your other moves inside me to that other pleasure spot. I gasp and moan as you keep me at the pleasure pinnacle, I have never reached before. You move your fingers to your mouth, and lick my juices from them. With that hand you undo your pants as you move down to lick my pussy. I moan loudly as your tongue first touches me, and again and again as I feel another powerful orgasm building inside me. You move your head up and I can see your large manhood, longer and thicker than any other I have ever taken before. I gasp at its sight, you look up at me, to see the fear return to my eyes. You smile, the most devilish smile. The evil, malevolence, returned, and I found myself nearly orgasming at the thought. Then you move toward me, with that monstrous rod. I gasp as you first touch me, and inch forward in my juices. You lean forward, putting your hands beside me; your head is level with mine, as you drive yourself inside me faster. You look into my eyes. I look deeply into yours. Connected, you lightly kiss me, before moving in farther. Your kiss turns hard as I engulf myself in you. I surrender, I let your use my body. Your hands move around my back, where my wings lay limply. I feel my orgasm building again, I gasp into your mouth as we continue to kiss. I breathe hard, trying to get closer to you. I find myself wanting to put my hands around you, as you ravage my body, like an animal. Like an animal, you exert a deep throaty cry into my mouth, as I feel your seed, deep inside me. I feel your hands scrapping my back, moving to my breasts. Pain, forcing me into a deep convulsion of pleasure, mixed with pain. My gasps, my moans, so loud, I was sure those above could hear them. The ultimate orgasm, thrashed through me. You looked into my eyes, as you pulled out of me. I whispered with all the energy I had left, "I surrender." You smile your wicked smile, kiss my forehead, and move toward my bonds. First, you untie my hands, and watch as they coil around your magnificent body. Then you move to my feet, each delicate foot, untied with ruff hands. I lay on the bed of death, and pull your hulking body toward me. You lay beside me, the great prince of darkness. I am yours. Fallen Angel Passion makes the world go around. Let no one tell you otherwise. Think about it. Men and women spend billions of dollars a year on cosmetics, hair treatment, plastic surgery and toiletries. Everyone wants to look attractive to whoever might be looking. Male and female, black and white, straight and gay, rich and poor. We all do it. It's as essential to us as survival. For many, it is a matter of survival. It's no coincidence that rich men and rich women are often seen with beautiful people. Humanity is vain. I know this all too well. You see, I've been observing humans for eons. My name is Aethiel. I'm a fallen angel. Anyone looking at me would see a six-foot-two, lean and muscular young man with dark brown skin, pale bronze eyes and long, smooth black hair. I left the Kingdom of Heaven many years ago. I simply didn't like how things were run. Nowadays, I live on Earth. Among humanity's billions of hapless souls. It's been a fun ride, folks. For the most part. I've done just about everything I could think of. The life of a fallen angel can be fun. I've experimented with every vice from lust and greed to wrath. And I did it with a song in my heart. Why not? I say if you're gonna do something, you might as well enjoy it. The powers I wield are second nature, yet many are the mortals who've become fascinated by them. I can fly, first and foremost. Humans have always been fascinated by flight. I don't know why. I can also become invisible. I can make myself intangible and walk through walls. I can move objects with my mind. I can shape-shift at will and make myself look like any person or animal I've ever looked at. I can control the forces of nature through sheer strength of will. And I live forever. Angels are immortal. Even the fallen ones. We didn't choose to be this way. Our Father in Heaven made us thus. Many are the fallen angels who've made their home among humanity. Among them, some lament the loss of heaven. I don't. I left the place voluntarily. These days, I live with this tall, handsome young man named Marcus Wilson . He's a fine black stud from South Africa who attends Boston College. We've been seeing each other for about a year. He's got no idea that I'm an angel and I want to keep it that way. It's for his own good. I care deeply for him and I know what he can and can't handle. I've learned from experience that most humans can't accept the idea of an immortal being living among them. It has even driven some of them mad. Personally, I don't know what the fuss is about. Angels and demons have always lived among humanity. We've been with them from the beginning. They simply never bothered to notice. The average human being thinks of an angel as a guy with wings and of a demon as a hairy, horned creature. What they don't know is that we look just like them. It's the best disguise ever. We've got supernatural powers. We live forever. We can do things they only dream of. But since we look exactly like them, they take us at face value when we pretend to be nothing more than ordinary mortals. Humans are such simple creatures. I've had relations with many mortals over the years. It kills the boredom, and I've been fond of some of them. My last love was a woman named Isabel. She was tall, red-haired, green-eyed, somewhat heavyset and British. A simply radiant woman whom I felt drawn to from the moment I met her. She was also one of a few humans I've ever revealed myself to. She took it rather well, and even helped me deal with a certain half-demon, half-human creature who meant me harm. The creature in question was the shape-shifter known as Haguel. The offspring of a fallen angel named Syriel and a human woman he was once fond of. Haguel is neither human nor angel but a blend of both. He's got superhuman strength and speed, and he's invulnerable. Unfortunately, like most of the Half-Breeds I've met, he was mad with power. He built an army and became a powerful warlord in Central Africa . A warlord who can make himself look like anyone, and has the might of ten men plus immunity to all mortal weapons can become an unstoppable menace. And that's what Haguel became. Isabel had gone to Africa with a group of reporters from CNN to cover the news of the warlord Haguel's rise to power in Central Africa . He had thousands of men serving him and held an African nation in his grip. Haguel wasn't the only supernatural force at work in that part of the world. He had become a disciple and very willing servant of the fallen angel Zuchariel. Just your average world-domination-craving madman, only with the power of a Seraph. In case you don't know, the Seraphs were the highest choir of angels. They could do things that I can only dream of. They are to ordinary angels what snakes are to rats. Zuchariel was once one of Lucifer's most loyal allies. They had a strong disagreement thousands of years ago. Since then, Zuchariel has been hiding out on Earth. He's got hundreds of fallen angels serving him, along with some of the most powerful half-breeds, the Nephilim. Who are the Nephilim? Men and women with extraordinary supernatural powers. The sons and daughters of fallen angels and mortal women. Yeah, Zuchariel was bad news. In the eyes of the world, he was a respectable citizen. The founder of Seraphim Incorporated, a prestigious cosmetics empire worth billions. He was one of the richest men in the world. And he used his wealth to track down the Nephilim as they discovered their powers and rallied them to his cause. Thousands of them already served him. What does he want? Simply world domination. And Haguel, as one of the most powerful of the Nephilim, was welcomed into his inner circle. Zuchariel wanted Haguel to become his right-hand man. And Haguel, as a master of desctruction, eagerly did Zuchariel's bidding. That's what my Isabel was up against. Unfortunately, I didn't know. I couldn't know. The fallen angels of the world don't exactly stay in touch with one another and since I had no interest in supernatural gamesmanship, I wasn't privy to their secrets. Somehow, Isabel obtained evidence linking my favorite billionaire to a well-known Central African warlord. And she wanted to broadcast it to the world. That's what led to her death. Haguel immolated her, per orders from the fallen angel Zuchariel. After Isabel's death, I was lost. Even when you've been around since the Beginning, you never get used to losing someone you care about. I swore I would avenge her. But what could I do? Zuchariel was the true ruler of the planet Earth. The most powerful men and women in the world answered to him. And there was no one around to challenge him. Except me. But what can a lone fallen angel do against an army of fallen angels and their henchmen and henchwomen, the half-human, half-angel hybrid armies of the Nephilim? I honestly don't know. But I will try. Somehow, I'm gonna take them down. Fallen Angel Copyright© 2008 RipCurrent all rights reserved * On Halloween evening, Victor Soren walked into a dimly lit club near the beach. A thriving costume party bubbled around him. Women, their alluring attire revealed form, but provocatively concealed detail, danced, flirted and competed in sexy witch, flapper and princess costumes. Men in rough roguish costumes like pirates, pimps and gunslingers danced with the minxes and they ruled the dance floor. The dancers gyrated and shuffled between pools of colored light. Victor stood by the door, scanning the crowd, from the smiling and laughing dancers, to tables of serious drinkers, to couples huddled close at the large square bar, to the two lovely bartenders hustling to keep up with the thirsty crowd. Victor breathed deeply and sighed at the cauldron of emotions: love, jealousy, joy, mirth, anger, heartache, hope and lust, lots of lust. He discovered the perfect brew, but fitting prey did not distinguish themselves from the joyous throng. Victor padded through the milling crowd, sidestepping and constantly scanning. He found her sitting at the bar chatting to a man standing close, his arm protectively draped on the back of her barstool. They spoke low, gazing into each other's eyes in their own private bubble of warmth. Nothing aroused Victor like a woman in love. She flattered a tight white angel's costume. It comprised of angel wings and a slip dress with a feathered hem caressing her upper thighs. She balanced on the edge of her seat, with her long shapely legs elegantly resting on the bronze footrest running round the bar. Her boyfriend wore a pirates costume with, black pants, a white shirt with puffy sleeves, black vest, black knee high boots, a red sash around his waist, a red bandana and a few days beard growth. The costume was believable except the silly grin and soft eyed gaze directed at Victor's prey. Victor sidled up to her on the opposite side from her man, and said conspiratorially, "Angels have so far to fall." "What..." She said scornfully. She turned to face Victor and when their eyes met, she recoiled. Her rouged lips parted with a deliciously moist pop. Victor wantonly scrutinized her from her delicate white pumps up to her arresting cerulean eyes. She blanched and ripped her gaze from his. Concentrating on her wine glass, she recovered enough to stammer, "What is that supposed to mean?" "What do you think it means?" he purred. She replied sarcastically, "I don't know. That might be why I asked." Her boyfriend grinned sardonically at Victor and took a strong pull on his bottled Heineken. Placidly Victor said, "Are you offended by my comment?" "No..." She said unconvincingly. "I was just startled, we were speaking." She indicated herself and her boyfriend. "I startled you?" "I just didn't know you were there." She said annoyed. "But, you were speaking to me, weren't you?" "Well, I...." She said squirming in her seat. Victor interrupted, "I won't be offended, I've been told my gaze is intense." She exhaled, "Yes, just like a wolf." She took a deep breath, faced him again and gazed into his eyes. "Like you're gonna eat me up!" And she barked an uneasy laugh. "No, not eat you up... but I will lovingly embrace you and suckle your exquisite, warm essence." Victor failed to banish the yearning from his voice. Her large eyes widened in alarm. Victor let her glimpse his naked craving and her face flushed with delectable warm blood. Victor teased her desires with low sensuous voice, his predatory gaze never let her question she was the object of his towering lust. He would keep her attention giving his powerful pheromones time to wreak havoc on her self-control. Her boyfriend unwittingly furthered Victor's cause by placing her in a warm, safe, amorous mood. Victor watched the tension mount in her, electrified by the prospect of her defilement. The bar bell rang out, signifying a large tip. Victor blinked, severing the connection and he continued, "For I am Victor Soren the vampire." He held out his arms, displaying his costume cape and he bowed deeply. She nervously chuckled and said, "I am Korina Seymore the angel." Victor gently kissed Korina's warm hand saying in an exaggerated Transylvanian accent, "I vant to suck your blood, heh, heh." "Yeah funny, and I'm William Wiles, Korina's boyfriend and Pirate." William advanced dominating Victor in muscled mass. "Ye, scallywag, I'll run ya completely through." William bellowed without mirth. William held out his hand and Victor clasped. William grinned victoriously and clamped down, his tendons strained, his teeth clenched, but Victor didn't react. Concern swept William's ruddy, handsome face. Then Victor vised William's hand. William paled and sweat beads oozed from his forehead. Victor calmly waited. As desperation claimed William's countenance, Victor graciously freed him. William looked over Victor's lean body quizzically. He walked back to his place behind Korina and left-handedly hefted his Heineken and downed the remaining half. He stared into the distance and belched loudly. "William?" Korina whirled on him, "That's disgusting!" "Shut up Korina, just shut the fuck up." He snarled. "Will... What's the matter?" She cried. "Why don't you and Victor continue your nice chat while I go pee?" He glared at her for a moment then stalked off. Korina stared at his receding back with her mouth open. She looked at Victor questioningly and he nodded. "What? What did I do?" She asked. "You don't know why he's angry?" "No..." Korina answered tentatively. "What would I like to do to you Korina?" he asked. She looked away and in a whisper, "How would I know?" "You know I want to do everything to you, Korina. Everything, until we are both completely sated. Then I would take you again. William knows what I want and he doesn't think he can stop me." Victor grasped the feathered hem of her costume between her legs. She jerked upright and sat back in her chair, crushing her angel wings. Her large sky blue eyes wide in surprise, he could feel her heart racing. She swallowed with difficulty and stammered, "Y-You shouldn't do that." Leaning into her and whispering into her ear, "I know, but you are summoning me." She looked crushed, "No, no I'm not. I'm here with William..." Victor pointedly looked at her chest, "You're not feeling... warm?" She crossed her arms and said, "It's for William." "Except you weren't in that state when I arrived, I checked." Flustered she said "No." "You are feeling aroused," he said running a finger along her supple thigh. "Stop." She whispered. "You haven't done anything wrong Korina." Victor purred while placing his other hand on the back of her barstool. "Outwardly you were barely civil to me. That's all. However, I am very sensitive to other's emotional state. You beckon me with your abundant charms and I crave to respond." Victor felt her heat and her tension rise. He slid his hand across her knotted shoulders. Stress crushed her painfully tight; Victor squeezed the tension from her shoulders. Korina whimpered and leaned her head on Victor's chest. Her arm went around him and fisted the cloak between his shoulder blades. *** William joined the bathroom line waiting for the toilet because some idiot stuffed the urinal with hand towels. He was sixth in line waiting for one toilet. He massaged his hand trying to comprehend what had happened. William was proud of his strength, but particularly his grip. Many hours of rock climbing had honed his hands into calloused claws. He warded off many sweet-talking, would be suitors of Korina with just a handshake. No one bested him with a handshake... until the skinny, pale, pencil-necked Victor. He distractedly moved up one place. An unwelcome ache settled in his chest. Detestable weakness made him punish Korina for his own feelings of inadequacy. He felt out of sorts since Victor showed, as if some implacably evil lurked patiently waiting to pounce. He uncharacteristically worried. It was no excuse, he disappointed himself. He thought about Victor and his uneasiness deepened. A certainty stilled him; he needed to get back to Korina. If it turned out Victor was the better man, so be it, but he would not give up the right to hold Korina's hand without the fight of his life. A man staggered out of the stall and another went in. He moved up. From the stall, "Oh, shit" followed by moaning. The line groaned in unison. William tried to think calmly. He said to the line, "Look fellahs, there's a guy trying to steal my girl. I need to get back to her. I don't mean to offend, but I'm gonna piss in the sink." He stepped out of line for the sink. The man up front ushered him forward. "She's all yours". After he finished, the same man patted him on the back and said, "Go kick shit out of that bastard, brother!" William said vehemently, "That shitheel's gonna wake in the hospital two weeks from now with tubes comin' out his fucked up face". The line cheered and patted his back on the way out. He confidently marched out of the bathroom and rounded a corner, and a mule kicked him in the chest. Breath wouldn't come. Something vital died in him. Weakness softened his knees and he wobbled, but he couldn't look away as Victor toyed with his love. *** Korina yearned to be touched; she had never felt so randy. Her nipples were so tight they stuck through material and breathing stimulated them. She was moist between her legs and feared she scented the air with her lust. William walked away from her, and Victor devoured her with his eyes, that predatory gaze that promised exquisite carnal fulfillment. She sighed. With his hand so close to her burning sexual center, she nonchalantly relaxed. Her legs parted slightly and she slid down the chair enough for her aching sex to brush his cool fingers. She closed her eyes with a gasp of need. His fingers moved, thrilling and disgusting her. She knew Victor would use her right then and there. Delicious heat built low in her belly. She trembled with tension. How she wanted Victor's attention. He pushed her panties aside; she moaned and shamelessly spread her legs more. She scanned the people close by, and they quickly looked away. They knew. He easily slipped inside her, and she rolled her hips desperately to meet him. She squirmed on the barstool while his fingers thrillingly found her hotspots. Her tension built quickly she felt a scandalous howl building from her curling toes. She turned to him and bit his chest, filling her mouth the silky material of his vest. Victor whispered in her ear, "Do you love William?" Ecstasy rippled through her trembling body and she moaned joy and anguish into his vest. Hot tears squeezed from her eyes. Her hand, fisted in his cloak, punched his back repeatedly. The emotional rollercoaster sapped her strength and she clung to him until the ecstasy parted and the agony remained. "Why do you hurt me so?" She whispered tearfully. "It's my nature." Angrily she replied, "I know I betrayed William. I know I'm a slut. Why do you..." Victor tenderly stroked her hair, "You're not to blame. You never stood a chance." "What do you mean?" Korina asked in confusion. "You've earned my attention Korina, and my attention will bring you to the heights of ecstasy and the deepest despair -- you will be broken and you will kneel down and beg me to break you." Plaintively she began, "Why would you..." "I am evil, Korina." "No..." she shook her head vehemently. "People aren't evil, they do evil..." He interrupted, impatiently "I am not people Korina. You speak from ignorance and innocence, both of which I will rape from you." He grasped her long dark silken hair, pulled down, and tilted her face up. He gently wiped her clear, pure lubrication under her nose and onto her sensuous lips and said, "Open." Her lips parted and he slid glistening fingers into her warm mouth. She delicately suckled while patrons looked on in disgust, outrage and longing. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes and ran into her silken hair. Her eyes closed and her expression, tilted heavenward, bespoke a heartrending mix of desire and anguish. "Korina you are tragically beautiful." Victor said his voice heavy with emotion. He kissed her tears. Korina knew something horrible had happened, she opened her eyes and spied William's demise. His despair lanced her aching chest and for a moment, the lusty haze lifted. She spat Victor's fingers out and leapt off the barstool. "Will!" She cried horrified at what she had done. Korina made one step toward William when her head jerked back violently; Victor still held her hair. Victor spun her round and crushed her to him. His gaze pierced her and she couldn't look into their sanguinary ferocity. William wasn't in view, but Korina knew he was coming for her. Korina knew it like she knew the sun would rise. All she had to do was fend Victor off until William could join her. *** "Get the fuck off her." William roared and charged Victor who stepped away from Korina. William threw a flurry of punches that missed by ridiculous margins. William doubted. He couldn't understand how Victor could move so fast. He didn't go on the offensive and William knew Victor toyed with him. William had one trick left. His attacks had all been with fists. He meant to take Victor by surprise. A lightening fast snap kick caught Victor under the chin. William followed immediately with a left jab and an over the top right hook to Victor's nose. William's muscle and weight advantage told and Victor slammed into the bar and went sprawling to the floor. William leapt on him straddling him. William desperately punched down on his face. Victor's head repeatedly bounced off the floor. In triumphant glee, William thought the fight was over. Victor bared his teeth and William looked directly into the face of hateful evil. He winced and Victor bucked. William flew through the air, landed in a shoulder roll and was on his feet with his guard up. Victor was, impossibly, directly in front of William. William saw the punch coming. He blocked it, but it didn't matter. It crashed through William's guard and exploded on his chin. He woke to the coppery taste of blood and a stabbing pain in his jaw. His head throbbed with each beat of his heart. He heard a female keening in either luscious rapture or maybe torture. He tried to rise, but his head swam and a wave of nausea crashed into him. He groaned and noticed three burly bouncers on the floor by him moaning. A shrill panicked voice kept screaming, "I'm calling the police! I'm calling the police! You better leave this instant!" The patrons fled or stood transfixed, eyes wide, mouths agape, in wide semi-circle. William looked toward the center of the circle and saw what Victor was doing to Korina to make her moan so. "No!" He said in a hoarse whisper. He slowly rose to his knees; he brought his legs under him in a squatting position. In a haze, a pattern of blood spots on the tiled floor between his legs fascinated William. He watched as new drops splashed on the floor changing the pattern. Korina moaned and he broke free of his trance. William willed energy to his legs, gritted his teeth and rose, wobbled and the floor leapt at him. *** The exquisite warmth left when Korina cried for Will. William surprised Victor with speed, skill, and Korina's devotion to him. After he had subdued William, Korina attacked like an Amazon, hot fury and flying limbs. Victor slapped her into the vacated barstools and they tumbled like dominoes. Three burly bouncers with necks thicker than their heads, descended from the upstairs portion of the club. They charged after witnessing a vampire slapping a beautiful angel down. Outraged, they attacked. Victor would not be surprised again. He silently padded, always moving, rapidly circling, his eyes glaring cold fury. Victor made their superior numbers a hindrance, as they got in each other's way. Victor circled left and isolated one, he zoomed in and flattened his nose with the heel of his left hand and blood gushed down the bouncers face and onto his tee shirt. Victor immediately followed with the right and his knuckles struck the bouncer's throat. The bouncer grasped his own neck and collapsed sideways into a small circular table. The second, enraged, charged his head down meaning to tackle Victor but Victor leapt sideways. The big man slammed into a load-bearing stanchion and the entire structure reverberated. He stood dazedly and Victor finished him off with a roundhouse kick to the temple. The bouncer spun around and collapsed in a heap. Victor turned his attention to the last bouncer, who looked at his friends and feared. Victor could smell it. He locked eyes with the bouncer and commanded, "Leave now!" Relieved, the last turned to go but stopped. He faced Victor again and the fear remained, but defiance stood beside it. He said quietly, "I won't do that." Victor nodded at him and began circling while the last bouncer breathed deeply and cautiously advanced. Victor charged in standing hip to hip Victor grabbed his face and while sweeping his legs out from under him, threw his head toward the floor. The last bouncer's head hit the floor with a sickening clack. He lay motionless. Victor went to claim his prize. Korina sobbed and crawled toward William. She saw him and horror welled up. "Stay away from me!" She shrieked. Blood leaked from her lip and Victor stared knowing he shouldn't, not here. Victor calmly assessed the situation. Some patrons still stared on in shock. A blond bartender's cell phone slipped out of her shaking hand. "God damn it!" She shouted in frustration. She looked up and spied Victor's perusal. Her eyes went wide; her hands covered her mouth as she shrieked. Victor knew he shouldn't, but he had to feel Korina's warmth again. He swept down on her, straddling her. She struggled, but he overpowered her. She sobbed and pleaded, "Victor, please don't do this to me." He softened his gaze and his voice and said, "You could ask waves to stop crashing on the shore." He bent down, tasted her, and knew he could not stop. He licked at her bleeding mouth. Burning joy slid down his throat and fed his aching need. A blissfully deep reverberation rumbled from deep in his chest. He felt perspiration and knew Korina's warmth would return shortly. He shivered in anticipation. She started to move underneath him, but she wasn't trying to escape. He squeezed, and caressed her. He kissed, tasted and licked her supple flesh, warm with circulating blood. She moaned and her exquisite heat built. *** Korina struggled to get out from under him, but Victor pinned her arms over her head. He sat atop her, watching her. He bent over and she thought he meant to steal a kiss, so she turned her head. He kissed and lapped the corner of her mouth. He groaned a deep rumble of satisfaction that rippled through her stimulating all her nerve endings. His scent intensified, it wasn't sweet or pleasant, it smelled like a man's sweat, but more powerful. Warmth deliciously spread through her lower body. Her nipples hardened tight and erect, begging for notice and he noticed. He let go her arms. She should have punched him. She should have defied him She grabbed his upper arms and squeezed with all her might. He roughly grasped the softest flesh above her thumping heart. She shivered under him. Victor stood up unzipped his pants and pulled out his long thick erection. Korina yearned to have it deep inside her. Wild reckless thoughts crashed into her mind. Korina moaned for Victor to claim her. She craved to be smeared with his sweat and semen. Fallen Angel He easily picked her up off the floor and Korina shamelessly wrapped her legs around his torso. She stared directly into the feral eyes that promised carnal fulfillment. She desperately commanded, "Fuck me Victor." He thrust deep inside her core. She shuddered as an orgasm approached and ripped through her. *** Stray thoughts filtered through the bestial fog currently dominating Victor's mind. He marveled at the exquisite heat of her. Korina epitomized spirited health. This combined with her potent sex drive chased the chill from Victor. Her orgasms felt like the sun on his body after a swim in icy water. He felt warm again. He closed his eyes and held her trembling body close, luxuriating in her. He brushed his sensitive lips along her neck seeking the perfect entry. Their bodies moved together as they rose to crescendo. Her orgasm struck again. Korina's luscious peristaltic contractions sweetly lured Victor's climax from him. Victor flooded Korina's core with his seed. At his climax, he expertly punctured her flushed neck with his razor sharp canines, and blood flooded his mouth. She tragically keened a heartrending wail of fulfillment, while Victor greedily gulped Korina down. He slurped and lapped and sucked at her wound while holding her close and pumping her full. He trembled in ecstasy. Fire spread from his belly revitalizing him with her sweet robust essence. He needed to stop before he severely damaged, but the thought of parting with her tortured him. Her head slumped onto his shoulder and she whispered, "Save me." He jerked away from her wound and looked at her pale sweaty face. Her eyes defocused, maybe she was delirious and didn't know to who she spoke. Victor wiped her blood away from his mouth with the back of his hand. He quickly carried her to the bar, clearing the surface with a waving arm; the abandoned drinks crashed to the floor. The bartenders fled to the far side of the square bar and watched. The blonde screamed, "The police will be here any minute." He laid her down, grabbed a large cup, and filled it with water from a soda gun. He carefully lifted her head and gently pressed the cup to her bluish lips. "You have to drink this water. You have to replenish your fluids to raise your blood pressure." Victor started to fill the cup again, but he noticed colored lights flashing in the parking lot. He'd been foolish enough for one night; he had to flea before the situation escalated any farther. There were already too many witnesses. He bent low and whispered in Korina's ear. "I am inside you..." he touched her over her womb. "And you are inside me. I will hear you if you call. Call me and I will come to you." He tenderly kissed her mouth, her lips parted and he rushed in, crushing her to him in a sudden torrent of passion. Victor parted from Korina and escaped into the night. Fallen Angel Fallen Angel "Besides," I said honestly, "I think it's hot that you can't get enough dick." She laughed again, prancing back toward me. "Oh, I get enough Dick. He's so fucking boring. When I showed him this cool lip plumper lipstick that you got me, he just got this blank look on his face like, 'Why do you need that shit?' And, jesus, if I come home smelling even a little bit like smoke, he goes fucking ballistic. If he had any idea that my Monday, Wednesday and Friday aerobics classes were really mattress mambo sessions with you and whatever stunt cock I can come up with, they'd have to put him in a little rubber room somewhere." Stopping beside the bed, she took a long hit from the cig as she stared down at me, raw adoration in her eyes. I was stunned, really. I hadn't tampered with her feelings for me in our little tune up sessions. In fact, I suddenly realized, there hadn't even been any in over two months. "You, however, accept me for who I am – the campus cunt. In fact, the sluttier I get, the more we both seem to like it." Her eyes moistened and she batted tears away with lashes as long as blackened palm fronds. Glancing away with sudden self-consciousness, she stubbed out her smoke in the ashtray beside the bed. She bent over and left a little lipstick on the head of my prick, then a tad more on my mouth. "Well, if I'm going, I better move." I almost asked her to stay. Instead, I said, "Go have some fun, lover. I'll see when you come back to clean up." What was this strange feeling in my gut? Guilt? * "If you do that Angel," I whispered, holding her as she cried, "it's over between you and Richard. He wants a trophy wife, somebody he can take to the Country Club and show off." "Not some sleazy cunt with tramp stamps on her belly and ass?" she wailed. "Is that what you mean, Gino?" "Is that what he called you?" "Oh," she said angrily, pulling away and lighting a smoke, "that was just the start. After that he got really mean." "Did he hit you?" Something in the tone of my voice caused her to sit and and give me a long, hard look. "No. He wouldn't dare. I'd beat the fucker to a pulp with his favorite baseball bat – and he knows it." She snuggled into my shoulder and exhaled her smoke. "So. You don't think I should do it?" I petted her hair, kissed the top of her head. "I didn't say that. I just wanted to be sure you know that'd be the final straw. Smoking and platinum blonde hair and makeup are all just temporary, babe. So's the belly ring and three piercings -" "Five. Got two more in each ear this afternoon. See?" She leaned forward and lifted the hair away from her graceful neck so I could look. I nibbled the proferred earlobe. "Mmmm. I like." "Oh, stop," she giggled, pushing away and tapping the cigarette in the ashtray. "Your point is that tattoos are permanent, like, for the rest of my life, and Dickless couldn't deal with that." She sucked smoke, frowning, then looking at me. "Would you like it? And don't feed me any bullshit about liking whatever I want to do, okay? That's the kind of shit that got us in trouble before." It was just an offhand observation, casually delivered, but it hit me with the impact of a profound insight. She was right. I'd always been so eager to please her that I'd never really voiced an opinion, unless it was carefully couched in plausible deniability. I'd come off like a spineless, wishy-washy wimp. I'd blamed her for all of our troubles. Then, I'd retaliated massively and set about to ruin, not just her relationship with Richard, but, probably, her entire life. Man, if you called what she'd done to me betrayal, what the fuck could you call what I'd done to her? My tinkertoy house of dreams, when confronted by that tornadic truth, blew away like so much kindling. Suddenly, I was having trouble breathing. I tried to make my mouth work. She looked at me with growing concern and twisted toward me. "Gino? Baby, are you alright?"" I shook my head, gritted my teeth, and forced words through a throat which desperately didn't want me to speak. "No. I'm not alright. I'm a totally sick fuck." Her joke was feeble. "That's what I love about you." "No, Angela. We've got to talk." I think we both realized about the same time that I hadn't called her by her given name in nearly six months. "This doesn't sound good," she said, her eyes huge, her voice afraid. "Oh, it's even worse than that." And I laid out the whole, ugly, manipulative, evil story. * She handled it better than I thought she might. Her first punch was to the solar plexus, not the balls. I think her second one was to the side of my head after I'd doubled over, but I really don't remember. All I recall is waking up on the living room floor at around three in the morning, feeling like I'd been kicked in the guts by a mule, then had my head stomped by an elephant. I hurt, but the physical pain wasn't the worst. Not by a long shot. Long after I could have gotten up, I just lay there in the dark quietly sobbing. She didn't deserve a tenth of what I'd done to her. Hell, no one did. Then, on second thought, maybe I deserved something along those lines. Have someone hypnotize me and turn me into a simpering little pussyboy fag fucktoy. I guess I cried myself back to sleep there on the dirty carpet. The sun pouring over the horizon like molten gold and searing my eyes is the next thing I recall. That day and the next and the one after that were pretty ghastly. I had a headache that wouldn't go away – a minor concussion, though a skull fracture was more aligned with what I deserved. It wasn't crippling. My depression was. I thought about suicide, but figured I didn't deserve that yet. For the rest of the week, I worried about what kind of horrors Angela was going through. To have been forced into acting like a wanton slut was her worst nightmare made real. To have become, against her will, what she most despised – now that was torture. Evil incarnate. I didn't go to class or my part time job. I mostly just stayed on the couch and dreamed dark dreams. I half prayed she'd come back with a gun and finish the job. It was late Monday afternoon. I woke from another nightmare with a start, then flopped back down with a moan and stared blindly at the ceiling. Had my bladder not been radically insistent, I'd have just rolled over and dozed off again. Wakefulness was a terrible thing. As it was, I wasn't quite to the piss-your-pants phase of depression, so I struggled into a sitting position. "God, you stink," she said, her lighter flaring too brightly in the dim room. "Angela!" I croaked. "No, you fuckhead," she said. "I'm Angel, remember?" "I told you," I managed to say, unable to look at her, "a good therapist - " "- can reverse everything. Yeah. I remember what you said." I studied my feet. "I didn't say, 'everything.' Nobody can undo the things I made you do and say and think." I heard the whisper of hose as she stood up. "Yeah, well, I've got a problem with that. What you did to me – or thought you did – was fucked. It was rape. Or would have been if I hadn't spread my legs and begged for more." "You didn't. I -" "- Oh, can the shit Gino. We both know you can't force people to do things under hypnosis. Granted, it's possible to manipulate them into some weird shit – which you did. But none of this, baby, is stuff I wouldn't have gotten around to sooner or later on my own. I know that now. I'm still righteously pissed and have no regrets whatsoever about busting your chops for it." She was pacing and smoking. I could hear the first and smell the latter. I closed my eyes. "You're wrong. You were -" " - A train wreck waiting to happen. You diagnosed me right – a slut. Look what I did to you, baby – the man I said I loved. I was fucking around behind your back for three months. I mocked and humiliated you. I lied and cheated and broke your heart. I'd have kept doing that over and over my whole life – and probably only gotten worse with time. I was sick and would've gotten sicker." "Right. And I healed you, huh. Some fucking healing!" "More like acceleration than healing, I think. You just helped me to paint my heart on my body. Made me honest about the fucked up shit I was pulling. Made sure I didn't fool anybody else with my innocent, pure little act. WYSIWYG. What you see is what you get." "Angela -" "Shut up, Gino. I'm not finished. I spent a lot of time thinking this week, and made some changes. The first thing I did was go to a bar for a drink and some cock. That cleared my head a little, but I think I scared the poor bastard I picked up. Can you believe he'd never had a girl asked to be ass-fucked?" "Angela, before I re-arranged your head, you'd never been ass-fucked." She laughed smoke. "Give up the self-pity, Gino. I've been double-fucking my ass and cunt with toys since I was in the eighth grade. Now I just use the real thing." She licked her lips as if tasting the memory. "Anyway, by the time I got home, Richard was asleep. I sat in the living room all night trying to figure out what I wanted to do. Where I really wanted to go with my life. I've known for a long time that teaching special-ed wasn't want I really wanted to do. That's shit from my mom and dad – along with every other fucking thing about how I used to be." Her heavily made up eyes burned into me. "I realized that you, dirt-bag that you are, set me free. I wasn't bound by all those old rules I made up and couldn't ever live by. I realized how totally fucking miserable I used to be. How much I disgusted myself. I also realized something else. I'm a hell of a lot tougher than I thought I was." She shook her platinum mane in amazement. "How could you stand being around somebody as insecure as I was?" I shrugged, had to look away from here again as she met my eyes. "Wasn't so bad. It's not like you were needy all the time. There's a lot more to you than that." She cocked her head sideways. "You really loved me, didn't you?" All I could do was nod. She straightened, then leaned forward. "Do you now? Still? Since I've turned into a total slut?" I hesitated, then nodded again. Her eyes narrowed, turned to steel. "Say it." I swallowed. "Yes. I love you." She studied me like a bug, then leaned back in her chair and deliberately re-crossed her legs, flashing miles of thigh. "Back to my story. By the time Dickless woke up, I'd made up my mind about a few things. Instead of answering questions about where'd I'd been, I sucked his cock until he forgot I hadn't answered him. After he left for class, I started phoning around looking for a place of my own. By noon, I'd moved my shit in with two girls just off campus. Then I started looking for a job." She paused to light another cigarette. "You're dropping out of school?" I blurted in alarm. She shook her head and exhaled. "Part time job." Her sliver eyelids drooped seductively. "I work three nights a week at Club Vogue. I'm a stripper, Gino." "Oh, God." She slowly uncrossed her legs just enough to show me she wasn't wearing panties. "I fucking love it, baby. Strutting my shit on stage, dancing nasty for dozens of guys. Having them throw money at me. Lap dancing till they come in their slacks." She slouched down, letting her tiny skirt rise. "I even turned a trick – let some guy fuck me for five hundred." She sucked hard on the cigarette, eyes closed. "I'm finally a whore," she moaned. I couldn't take any more. "Stop, Angela," I sobbed. "Please stop." She looked puzzled. "Stop telling you about it, or stop doing it?" "Stop doing it!" I screamed, jumping to my feet. She shrank away from me. "I can't live with this! You're not Angela. I murdered her." My rage died, leaving only pain. I scrubbed my hands across my stubbly face, forced my voice back toward the normal range. "Okay. I deserve it. I deserve whatever punishment you've decided on." I hazarded a glance at her face. She was crying. "Oh, Gino. I'm so sorry. It wasn't supposed to be like this. It was supposed to be like it was before. Before you told me. I was going to come back here and tease you and make you crazy hot for me and we'd fuck like we did only I'd never leave and . . ." Her voice was lost in sobs. I was stunned. I just stared at her, mouth agape, for way too long. "Angela, I -" She jerked away from my voice. "What a dumb cunt I am. Never mind. I'll get out of your life." She was on her feet, moving toward the door. She almost made it. When my paralysis ended, I launched myself like a missile and blocked her path. "Stop. Wait." "For what?" "You said . . . you said you'd never leave." "Oh, that. Never mind. Just a dumbing fucking -" "- I don't want you to ever leave. I want to be with you the rest of my life." I never saw it coming. She slammed into me like a freight train, pinning me against the door. Her mouth ravaged me. I swear by the gods that I felt her nipples denting my chest as she growled down my throat. She ripped her lips from mine. She was panting, but her eyes were narrowed. "Why? Why do you want me to stay?" "Because I -" "Be careful here, asshole," she growled. "A lot depends on your answer – and I'll know if you're lying. Is it because I'm the best fuck you'll ever have? Or is it because you feel guilty?" I stared right into those amazing eyes, now haloed by ruined makeup. "Both. But, more importantly, I just saw that Angela's not dead. The woman I loved and was ready to ask to marry me is alive and well, and I want her back. In my bed and in my life. Forever." "Marry?" she squeaked in a voice I hadn't heard since before this whole hell started. "Me?" she added. I dropped to one knee. "Angela Ann Montenegro, will you -" I was interrupted my her grabbing my ears and face-fucking me with a decadently wet, hairless cunt as she screamed "Yes! Yes! Yes!" at the top of her lungs. Well, it turned out that her nipples had been denting my chest. They now bore heavy-gauge rings. And her tongue bore a stud that she used to amazing effect. Now, though, her nipples wear her engagement and wedding rings. Her customers at Club Vogue seem to really like them, and the diamond tongue, belly, and clit rings, too. She still turns the occasional trick, just for the sheer wickedness of it, and now and then just fucks someone for fun. Usually, though, it's just me, her poor suffering hubby who has to keep the insatiable slut satisfied. She'll probably retire this May, as soon as we both get our our PhD dissertations published. And, yes, we do still play with hypnosis sometimes. A girl's got to keep her weight down, you know. Fallen Angel It was the spring of 1938 when Giles showed me the bordello. It was he assured me no ordinary place of sex. Having lived in Paris all my life I didn't think there was anything I hadn't already seen and done. But with conviction, he told me that what I'd find there was unlike anything I could or would expect. Cleverly, he never told me exactly what it was. So not a week later the power of curiosity found me returning to that very spot. From outside it looked like just another downtown middle-class brownstone, well hidden by virtue of its anonymity. At the door I was greeted by a humourless woman who was wrapped in an Oriental kimono. She welcomed me while seeming very wary of my presence. The interior lobby did feel much looked the bordellos I'd visited in the past with the air strongly hinting of alcohol and perfume. I awkwardly explained that I was looking for something 'different' and that I'd been told this was where I should come to. The nameless Madam nodded in understanding and after settling the financial terms led me to the uppermost floor of the building. "No regrets, Sir" She said enigmatically before leaving me in front of the bare wooden door. I nocked uncertainly, but getting no response. I finally decided to let myself in. The small room beyond was fairly dark and the only real light coming from the unclean windows. The scent of something vaguely stale pervaded the air. I noticed a pile of loose material bunched in the far corner. There was virtually no furniture apart from the low bed and a narrow backed wooden chair next to it. Here she sat, one leg stretched out while her chin rested on the opposite knee. She appeared to be enveloped in some sort of encompassing woollen shawl. With my eyes still adjusting to the relative darkness it was hard to pick our any more detail than that. "Do come in." She said in a soft voice strangely accented yet quite melodious. Closing the door behind me I approached with some trepidation. This was all rather different than my previous experiences at these places. "Um, hello, my name is Gregory. May I ask yours?" I said gamely. She lifted her head revealing her bright eyes and her sandy blonde hair with she kept short and unkempt. "My name is Anacheil." She answered. "Why don't you undress, you can put your clothes on the bed." She said again. It was then that I noticed it wasn't a shawl wrapped around her it was the folded length of long grey-feathered wings. "But, you're..." I stammered genuinely shocked. Anacheil, as if to further confirm the point drew back her wings exposing her lean naked body. "Please do undress." She offered. "Unless it is your intention of course to simply gawk at me." She said rather miffed. "Oh, right, sorry." I stammered again. Incredible as it may sound I did indeed step out of my clothes while Anacheil watched me with an impassive expression on her face. When I was finally naked she stood up revealing herself to be half a foot taller than myself. Her body was a slender feminine shape but also strangely lacking in breasts. I also had the impression of something unusual between her legs but I didn't feel right staring at her. She smiled, her face pretty and sharply featured, almost elfin like. She trailed a fingernail along my chest in a seductive manner. "Why don't you take a seat." She said motioning back to her vacant perch, I obeyed. Anachiel knelt down between my parted knees, her wings unfolding on either side of me. She took my manhood in her slender fingers gently stroking it and teasing it with her tongue. I was so nervous and unsettled that I thought I'd never achieve an erection. But by the time she took me fully into her mouth I was hard and eager. I brushed my fingers through her soft hair enjoying the pleasure of her expert fellatio. Lifting her head she milked the first drop of pre-cum from the tip of my dick. I let out a small groan causing her to grin. "How would you prefer to take me?" She asked. "Here on the chair or over there on the bed?" She asked again quickly. "Oh, uh, on the bed I guess." I stammered. It was when she stood up that I received my next shock. Dangling from the juncture of her legs was the unmistakeable shape of a flaccid uncircumcised cock. Anachiel must have noticed my reaction. "Oh, didn't you know." She said lifting her dick with one hand to show me the smooth rounded lips of her labia. I suppose, with everything else, I shouldn't have been surprised. Reaching out, I traced my fingers along the supple flesh between her legs, even pushing a digit inside the warm confines of her pussy. "You have a nice touch." She said stepping out of my reach. Climbing up on the bed, she crouched on all fours, wings out-stretched. I stood behind her, running a hand over the slender frame of her back. She looked at me over her shoulder. "Go ahead, take me as you will." She encouraged me. "Shouldn't I, you now, use protection?" I asked aware of the typical habits of these houses. "I assure you, I am incapable of carrying either children or disease, you have nothing to fear," She replied. I had no doubt she was telling the truth though some part of me still fought to find some excuse not to follow through. Ultimately, I crouched over her, lining my erect cock up to the opening of her cunt. Lowering her head, Anachiel pushed back, our mutual thrusts forcing my up inside her. She gasped as I rammed myself more fully within her warm pussy. I remained still for a few moments letting her get used to my size. I ran my hand over her unusual shoulder blades from where her wings sprouted. I caressed her skin down to her chest over her sides and down to where her prick emerged from the place where normally there would be a clitoris. She was already half-hard and she quietly moaned at the instant of my touch, swiftly becoming erect in my grasp. Forcing her flat on the bed I began to fuck her in earnest. Her cunt now moist from her own arousal, though I might be ashamed to admit this, my hand remained on her erection masturbating her in time to my fucking. "You don't have to do that." She said breathlessly, her face turned to one side on the plain white covers. "It's OK, I want to." I replied. I could feel myself close to the edge of cumming and from the smear of pre-cum that oozed from the tip of Anachiel's dick I knew she was too. Her breath was coming in ragged gasps, her wings twitching. I wanted to extend this as long as possible but after nearly ten minutes of vigorous thrusting there was no putting it off. Suddenly Anachiel muttered something incomprehensible, her cock throbbing in my hand. Her semen spitting hotly onto her stomach and the bed sheets below. I could feel her cunt rhythmically contracting around my dick, deftly eliciting my own orgasm. Clenching her tight, I came hard, my cum ruthlessly invading her tender insides. Exhausted, I lay over her for a while, my softening erection sliding out from her well fucked cunt as she looked at me with a smile on her lips. "I did say you had a nice touch." She said lightly. "This is wrong." I said rolling off her. "Surely I have committed some sort of blasphemy." I said or rather shouted at her. "You're being too hard on yourself." She told me curling her legs beneath her. "It's no greater sin than what you'd do with any other woman in this brothel." She said again. It was then I noticed the loose feathers that had fallen onto the bed. In the cold light of reason I looked at her anew and was disturbed by her condition. She wasn't merely slender but quite frail. Her wings were in a less than pristine state as well. "You weren't lying when you said you carry no disease, were you?" I asked. "Of course I wasn't." She replied. "And yet you are dying." I nodded towards the pile of feathers that had collected in the corner of the room. "I'm right, aren't I?" I asked her again. "Why do you do this to yourself?" I asked feeling concerned for her. Anachiel sat up her face turned away from me. "I don't deny I am dying, I don't deny that I shouldn't be here." She said finally. "But there is nothing else I can do. My state is only a fore shadow. Your world is on the verge of madness Gregory, if you would heed my advice I would tell you to leave France, now leave Europe entirely before the turn of the decade. There is a war coming unlike anything that's ever been visited upon humanity." She told me, a tear streaming down her soft cheek. I didn't know what to say to that. The last thing I expected when entering this brothel was prophecy in that respect. Giles was entirely correct about what I would find here. But despite some very black times the world didn't die. I expected neither did Anachiel. I have no knowledge of where she could be now, but certainly there is not one day I don't think of that strange encounter in a dusty old attic and what transpired there. Fallen Angel Setting the tray of drinks on the crowded table, Shannon pasted a professional smile on her face, and dodged nimbly as a customer tried to sneak a hand under her short skirt. There was very little about this job that surprised her now, unlike the somewhat naïve eighteen year old she had been only a month earlier. Not that she had ever been particularly shy; she would never have applied for the job as a hostess in a men's club in the first place if she had been. She had thought she was going into it with her eyes open, but within days they were opened even wider. Mattie, one of her fellow students had suggested she apply when she discovered Shannon was skipping meals to pay tuition fees. Apparently Mattie herself had been in the same situation the previous year, and took a similar job to make ends meet. Now she offered to arrange for Shannon to have a chat with Dirk, the manager of 'Blue Heaven Gentlemen's Club', saying that the wage offered wasn't much, and what passed for a uniform was pretty minimal, but the generous tips received from some patrons more than compensated. Shannon had no real objection to wearing a skimpy outfit, because after all some of the bikinis she wore at the beach showed a lot more. Explaining the requirements of the job, the manager pulled no punches, cutting to the chase by asking her to remove her outer clothing, pointing out that if she wasn't comfortable with being seen in her bra and panties, she certainly wouldn't be comfortable in a scanty uniform. After all, the clientele came to look at attractive women, and the hostesses were a necessary appetiser for the main course. He was frank in his appraisal of her figure, suggesting that if she was interested, he was always looking out for new 'podium dancers', which she guessed was just a polite word for strippers. When she flatly refused he had shrugged, then told her there were only four hard and fast rules. Encourage the customers to buy expensive top shelf drinks, no drinking on duty, absolutely no drugs, and no upsetting the customers. The four hour shifts would suit her perfectly, giving her time to study without cutting into her sleeping time. OK, so sometimes, mostly weekends, she wouldn't finish until long after midnight, but she could work around that, and she wouldn't need to work on the quietest nights unless she chose to. She was unable to contain a giggle when shown the uniform the 'Blue Heaven Angels' were required to wear. Skimpy, she saw, had definitely been an overstatement. In addition to a blue wig, there was the briefest of bras in a matching blue, so brief that she would be lucky if it covered her nipples. What had prompted her amusement was a small pair of almost transparent 'Angel' wings, fastened to the back, and wired to retain their shape. The ensemble was completed by high cut briefs, with an attached skirt barely long enough to cover her crotch. "This is for your tips." Dirk commented, pointing out a small pocket at the side of the skirt. Telling her to put her jeans and shirt on he took her into the club proper, so she could get the feel of the place before making a decision on whether or not she wanted the job. He had already told her that the size of her tips would depend on how popular she was, and how amenable she was with the patrons. Now, in the dimness of the room, which was largely lit by the reflected lights from the stage, she was beginning to understand what he meant by 'amenable'. One hostess good naturedly pushed a customer's roving hand from under the back of her skirt, before plucking a banknote from the fingers of his free hand and tucking it into her bra. Moments later, further across the room, another girl stood smiling as a man holding a note between two fingers pushed his hand, and the note, inside her bra. Both hostess and customer having got what they wanted, she twisted away and went to take a drinks order at another table. Shannon looked uncertainly at Dirk, but he merely lifted his shoulders dismissively. "None of the girls allow what they are not happy with." Taking what at first glance appeared to be a wristwatch from his pocket, he held it out for her to study. "We don't want any unpleasant scenes, so if a guy tries to go too far, just press this button and security will take him aside for a quiet word. It's for you to decide what is too far." A quick glance around the room showed that each of the 'Angels' was wearing a similar accessory. Somewhat reassured, Shannon began to reassess her reluctance. What she had seen happening was nothing that she hadn't seen scores of times in various nightclubs around town. On more than one occasion she herself had had her boobs and ass groped on crowded dance floors, and shrugged it off as a hazard of the social scene. At least the girls here got more out of it than a tweaked nipple. Moments after agreeing to give the job a try, starting the following night, she had an unexpected shock. A door marked 'Staff Changing Room.' beside the bar opened and a man emerged. Crossing to a group seated at a table, he pulled up a chair and started giving 'high fives' to the others, and laughing loudly at their raucous ribbing. Shannon looked at her new employer with eyebrows raised questioningly. "Looks like one of the girls gave him more than he can get out here," he grinned. Seeing her still puzzled expression, he went on. "Some of the girls are willing go a little further to please customers, and earn some extra cash. They take them into the back room, and the house gets half – to cover lost takings when they are otherwise occupied." "You mean they......?" He nodded. "Sure. Provided they don't leave the other girls overworked, why not? It's an all round win situation. The customer gets what he wants, the girl makes money, and the house makes money." He glanced at the stage where a dancer was coming to the end of her performance. "That makes it easier for the girls to get offers. Watch." Already bare breasted, the girl knelt near the edge of the stage and leaned back, supporting herself on one hand and thrusting her hips forward. An audible sigh of anticipation rippled through the wide eyed audience, as with a flourish she tugged off her g-string and spread the shaven lips of her vagina with two fingers. As she left the stage to a smattering of applause, one of the patrons beckoned to an 'Angel' and whispered. With a nod of her blue wigged head, she rubbed her forefinger and thumb together meaningfully, and led him in the direction of the staff door. Before they reached it, the door opened again and a long blue wigged girl in a matching uniform came out. Locking the door, she grinned as the key was plucked from her fingers, and turned to the bar and picked up a tray, heading for a table where a customer was signalling for service. After taking the order she went to the bar, and returned to the table with a loaded tray, before looking around for more orders. Spotting Shannon, she grinned and came over. "Hi Shannon, I see you made it. What do you think? Going to give it a try?" "Mattie? Oh my god! I didn't recognise you with the make up and stuff." Her friend fingered the long blue wig and grinned. "That's the idea. I don't want to be recognised. The rest of the gang wouldn't understand, because they've never had to go hungry to pay for their studies." Addressing the manager, she asked "Is it OK if I take my break a few minutes early?" He nodded and pushed out a chair with his foot. "Sure, but don't take too long, OK? I'll leave you to fill Shannon in on how things work around here." As he left, Mattie pulled her chair closer. "Well? When do you start?" "Well I told him tomorrow. I'm not sure I want to now, but I can't break my word so I guess I owe him at least a couple of shifts. I'll see after that." She glanced towards the nearby table, then at her friend. "Did you and him really.... you know...?" "Yeah, why not? The money's good and it gets me off my feet for half an hour." "How could you? That's ... " She left the sentence unfinished, so Mattie finished it for her. "Prostitution? So what? Get real girl. It's only a fuck. Let's face it, we've both fucked guys for buying us a twenty buck meal and a movie, so what's the difference? We are all whores when it suits us, just not for cash. This way I can buy a dozen meals and still have enough to pay for my education. Besides, I only fuck guys I fancy." She looked around the room. "Admit it, There's a few guys here you wouldn't mind spreading your legs for if you met them in a nightclub, rather than a strip club." Put like that, there was really no arguing with the truth. After all, Shannon was hardly a shrinking violet, or she wouldn't be here. Not that she would be prepared to go that route. Just because a couple of the girls in this thinly disguised whorehouse chose to sell their pussies, it didn't mean she had to. Maybe, just maybe, she could handle the occasional grope, provided it didn't go too far, but that was all. Suddenly Mattie giggled. "It's a bit silly really. Dating customers outside work hours is not actually against the rules, but Dirk prefers that we didn't. It's OK with him to fuck their brains out in the back room here, but Heaven forbid that they take you to a movie." Her first week was relatively uneventful, and she found herself quite enjoying the looks customers gave her. The customers tipped her less than she had been led to expect, and when she mentioned it to Mattie she wasn't prepared for the response. "You're too distant Babe. You need to loosen up a bit. If you are too far away from the punters they keep their hands to themselves, but the trouble is they keep their money too. Or give it to someone like me. What harm is there in letting a guy grope your ass for half a second? As they see it you're already getting paid to serve drinks. If they are going to give you extra they want extra in return. It's not like an ordinary nightclub or bar, in here everything is about sex." Shannon knew her friend was right, but she didn't like the idea. It wasn't the same in here as when she was out on the town. This was too much like selling herself. Nonetheless she was here to make money, and she couldn't do that by being too precious. The next time she took an order she didn't try to keep her distance, and when the anticipated hand landed on her butt, she was relieved that it was on her skirt rather than under it. As she waited at the bar for the drinks, she told herself that it hadn't been as bad as she had feared, in fact it hadn't been bad at all. When she returned with the drinks, she didn't flinch when the same guy put his hand under her skirt and stroked her ass, slipping a note under the elastic of her pants. The first time a client tucked a note into her bra surprised her, not because of what he did, but because the feel of his fingers on her nipple stayed with her for almost an hour afterwards. Over the next couple of weeks she became more accepting of what she had first regarded as inappropriate, although she still dodged the men who didn't appeal to her. Not that she was becoming complacent, because she was honest enough to admit to herself that, although it didn't exactly turn her on, provided they weren't too aggressive, having strangers feel her ass and tits excited her, just as it had on nightclub dance floors. She didn't fully realise how much the club environment and atmosphere were changing her perceptions until the end of her fourth week. Seated around a table five regulars ranging from early twenties to early thirties were watching a stripper go through her routine. Shannon had learned a couple of weeks earlier that this was their usual 'let your hair down after work' Friday night, and she liked serving them because they were always friendly and tipped well. They were already into their second round of drinks, and as the dancer shed her final garment and spread her legs, they began to talk earnestly amongst themselves. Finally they appeared to reach an agreement, and beckoned to Shannon. With a smile she approached, pen and notepad poised to write down their orders, and then headed to the bar. Back at the table, she saw that one of the group has a folded banknote between two fingers, and she took her time setting his glass down, letting him slip the money under the elastic of her briefs. Suddenly she gasped with surprise, uncertain how to react as his finger traced the line of her slit through the thin fabric. She couldn't find it in her to be angry, because they were all such nice guys. Besides, she had always been very sensitive down there, and it did feel good. The rest of the group had been watching her response, and now the next took out a note and looked hopefully at her. She hesitated uncertainly, then telling herself it was only a little harmless fun she moved alongside him, putting his drink down slowly, giving him just enough time to tuck her tip into the elastic and have a quick feel of her panty covered pussy. This seemed to be the cue they had all been waiting for, and the other three opened their hands to reveal notes of varying values. By the time she reached number four it was getting to her, and she knew she couldn't stop even if she wanted to, and she most certainly did not. She was in no hurry to stop him feeling her up, and she could feel her wetness spreading when the last of the group urged him to let him have a turn. She noticed that he was no longer holding the expected tip, but by now she was past caring, and she braced her hands on his shoulders as he tugged her panties aside, and sank a finger deep into her pussy. He pushed in and out two or three times, then looked over toward the staff door. "Do you... um... you know?" Without thinking, she rubbed her finger and thumb together, and when he nodded she led him past the bar, pausing to collect the key, then took him along a short passage past the changing room, and into a dimly lit room, with a connecting door into a bathroom. The room was dominated by a king size bed with a large towel spread on the covers. The only other furniture was an upright chair, upholstered in the trademark blue, and a small table which held a large box of tissues. She had never for an instant entertained the possibility that she might bring a customer here, and now she had she was completely as a loss as to how much money she should ask for. The problem was solved when he handed her some notes, and without looking she slipped them into her pocket and stood looking at him. "I've never done this before," she whispered with a sudden show of nerves. "I mean I've had sex, but not for money, and I'm not sure how it is supposed to go." He nodded in understanding. "You don't have to you know. I mean if you like we can just sit and chat for a while, and I'll tell the guys we did it." The fact that he was offering her a chance to change her mind made her want him even more, and she took a step closer. "No, it's OK. I want to. Honestly." "In that case I'd be honoured to be your first client," he smiled, reaching for the fastening of her bra. "How about we start like this?" As her bra fell away he cupped her firm naked breasts and brushed his thumbs across her nipples, raising them to hard puckered points. "Is this OK?" She nodded, pleased that he had taken the initiative, then sighed as she looked longingly at his mouth. Somewhere, and she wasn't sure where, she had heard that clients never kissed whores, and although she was about to become a whore, there was nothing she wanted more. Except of course his cock. Or maybe even more than she wanted his cock. It seemed that he had never read the rule book either, because he took her in his arms, and pressed his lips to hers in a deep searching kiss that seemed to last for ever. Her instincts took over, and she returned his kiss with a passion that was impossible to fake. She was about to let this nameless stranger put his cock into her and fuck her in return for payment, but somehow the kiss made it right. Because he was kissing her – correction - because they were kissing each other, she simply couldn't feel like a whore or a prostitute, or a 'working girl' - whatever people wanted to call it. His hardness was pressing into her, and she released his belt, pushing his pants and boxers down to free his cock. It twitched in her fingers, and his hands went to her waist, sliding her panty-skirt down her legs. She gave an embarrassed giggle when the cash his friends had tucked under the elastic fell to the floor, reminding her of what she was about to become, and then he was shirtless and easing her on to the bed. He wasn't the first man to look at her pussy, because that was just part of having sex, but now she wanted him to look at her, to part her folds and see where she wanted him to put his cock. A part of her was saying she shouldn't feel this way, that prostitutes didn't become aroused with clients, but her pussy was saying different. She held her breath when he moved between her legs, and then he was inside her, thrusting, driving, forcing the air from her straining lungs as she rose to meet him. Their moans mingled as they fucked, and she was climbing, climbing, soaring above the clouds on a wave of orgasmic ecstasy, never wanting to come down into the world of reality. Mattie had been wrong. This wasn't 'just a fuck'. This was the fuck she had dreamed about since she first surrendered her virginity. His cock seemed to swell, filling her even more, and suddenly he was gasping, shuddering in release as he poured his cum deep inside her cunt. For the first time she was totally sated and there was a sense of loss when he withdrew. With their mixed fluids seeping from her slit she lay watching as he bent to pick up his clothes, then she reached for his cock and took it between her lips. She sucked urgently, wanting him to cum in her mouth, but her efforts to restore his flagging erection were in vain, and she reluctantly released his spent tool. "I'm sorry babe," he said, putting his arm around her. "You were too good at what you did and you drained me completely. That was the best fuck I ever had." She wasn't sure if he was only saying that to make her feel good, although he sounded sincere, and it did make her feel good. "Thank you. Me too." After he dressed and left, she reached for the tissues to wipe the mess between her legs, and when she moved the box she noticed a packet of condoms. Too late she remembered that whores were supposed to use protection, but at the time she had been too eager to get his cock inside her to give it a thought. She made a mental note for next time, then smiled ruefully when she realised that she had decided there would definitely be a next time. After a quick shower, taking care not to wt her hair, she changed the towel on the bed before counting her takings so far, then dressing and returning to work. A quick glance at the table told her the group had left the club, and she was relieved that she had been spared the embarrassment of facing them again. At the end of her shift she was heading for the changing room to change into her street clothes, when a customer stopped her and asked her how much. Although she was really interested only in getting home, she saw it as a chance to test her resolve. Still not sure how much she should charge, she rounded off her takings for the shift, not caring whether he accepted or not. When he agreed without hesitation, she led him to the room and undressed quickly, remembering to fit a condom to his cock before stretching out on the bed. Despite not being in the mood, when he entered her she was surprised how good it felt, and as he fucked her she was pleased to discover she was having a mild orgasm. After the man dressed and left, she wrapped the used rubber in a tissue and flushed it down the toilet. Since there was no real mess between her legs, she merely freshened her cunt up and rinsed the crotch of her panties, which were stiffening from when the five guys had made her cum, then wrapping a towel around her, she tidied the room and went next door to change, and hang her uniform in her locker to dry overnight. Fallen Angel Exiting the side door of the club into an alley, the cool breeze was refreshing after the recycled air of inside, and Shannon took an appreciative breath before turning for home. She had taken no more than a dozen steps when she was startled by a movement in the shadows. Fearing she was about to be mugged, she groped in her purse for her pepper spray, and was about to let fly when the figure came into the light. "What the hell are you doing?" she gasped, recognising her first client. "You scared the crap out of me!" "I'm sorry. I waited for you. I was hoping you might finish what you started." As she hesitated, he put his hand into his pocket. "I'll pay whatever you want. Please?" Despite her tiredness, she felt her pussy moisten at the memory of how good her first paid sex had been, but she shook her head. "If you think I'm going to give you a blow job in public you can think again. I haven't got that low yet." "No! No! I don't mean here. We can go to my place. It's not far. Or your place." It was tempting, because in her mind she was feeling his cock inside her again, but there was no way she was prepared to let any but her closest friends know where she lived, especially now. Still, it would be nice to feel it again for real, so she went with her instinct. "OK, if it's not too far to walk your place will do." As it happened, the furthest she had to walk was across the main road, to a sleek red sports car. He thumbed the remote door control, and settled her into the plush leather of the passenger seat, then slid behind the wheel. Two blocks later he drew into the underground car park in a block of up market apartments, where a security guard greeted them with a friendly smile. "Good morning Mr. Brennan, Miss." They rode up to the second floor, where she was ushered her into a small and clean but untidy apartment, and it was clear from the clothes scattered around that he lived alone. "Not very house proud are you Mr. Brennan?" she observed with a wry grin. He shrugged. "My sister comes every week or so and she's not happy unless she has something to complain about. And my name is Andrew." As she looked around, he went to the small kitchen and returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses. She shook her head. "Not for me thanks, wine makes me silly." He assumed an exaggerated leer and cupped her breast. " Silly can be good. How much?" Leaning into his hand, she shook her head and whispered. "I'm only a whore when I'm on duty." His fingers worked on the buttons of her blouse as he kissed her gently, then taking her hand he steered her towards the bedroom. Turning her to face him, he kept his eyes on hers and removed her blouse, and then her bra. Very slowly his gaze travelled down to her breasts, then equally slowly he lowered his mouth to her stiffening nipples. She felt a sudden rush of wetness in her panties as his tongue circled each of the rosy buds in turn, and she tugged his shirt from the waistband of his pants. Breaking away briefly, he pushed her jeans and panties down, then removed his own clothes and eased her down onto the large bed. Parting her legs she closed her eyes, wanting him to look at her, then sighed as he resumed sucking her nipples. His fingers were like butterfly wings fluttering across her skin, moving lower and lower until they reached and spread her pussy lips. Very gently he eased a finger inside her, and worked his way down to lick her inner folds. Each touch of his tongue sent sparks through her, and she arched high off the bed to push her pussy tight against his face. Her climax levelled off gradually, and pushing him away she turned on to her side with her back to him. "Like this, Andrew. Put it in me now." She lifted one leg as he spooned up behind her, and when he pushed into her she lowered her leg again, imprisoning his cock in a wet velvet vice. He put his arm around her to capture her breast as he fucked her, and she covered his hand with hers, forcing his fingertips hard into her resilient tit flesh, intensifying her building orgasm. Without the pressure of knowing there were thirsty customers waiting to be served, this fuck was even better than the first, and every cell in her body was tingling by the time he shot his cum into her. He continued to thrust until he felt her pussy relax, rhen spooned closer, keeping his cock buried. She closed her eyes with a smile, thinking about how nice he felt inside her, and when she opened them again she was startled to find she was alone in the bed and it was almost noon. She was drawn to the kitchen by the smell of coffee, and he grinned as he looked her up and down appreciatively. "Welcome to the land of the living. Coffee's ready, lunch won't be long. Scrambled eggs OK?" She smiled agreement and took a seat at the kitchen table. As he came from behind the counter with a mug of coffee, her eyes widened when she saw he was still naked. Up close she could smell her pussy on his cock, evoking memories of their fuck, and when he bent to kiss her she tasted her cum on his lips, evoking another memory. "Are the eggs on yet?" she asked quietly. He shook his head. "Not yet, I was just about to get them started." "OK, they can wait a while." she replied, indicating the chair beside hers. "Sit there." When he complied, she leaned forward and took hold of his cock. "You said something last night about me finishing what I started. Now seems like a good time." Peeling his foreskin back, she ran the tip of her tongue across the head, then took it deep, sucking him to full erection, and not stopping until his cum hit the back of her throat. She sat upright again, licking her lips as she swallowed. There was something different that took her a few moments to pinpoint. On the rare occasions she had been convinced to take a cock in her mouth, she had thought of it as something 'nice' girls didn't do, so she had to force herself to swallow. This time she hadn't needed to be convinced. She had sucked Andrew because she wanted to. Somehow it made his cum taste better than the others, and swallowing it wasn't as difficult. Maybe it was as Mattie had said. Maybe previously she had let guys fuck her as a reward for a night out, but as a whore she was handsomely rewarded with what almost amounted to a week's pay in a normal job, simply for spreading her legs for a half hour. Shannon was certain that she would never have made the spur of the moment decision to accept payment for sex if she had not allowed Andrew and his friends to feel her pussy, in hope of receiving a generous tip from each. Despite knowing how incredibly sensitive her clit was, she hadn't anticipated becoming so aroused that she had to have a cock inside her no matter what. Accepting the money had simply been an excuse to let a total stranger satisfy her lust. The fact that he had given her the most sensational fuck of her life had been a bonus, and had totally altered her perspective. As she sat looking at his shrinking cock, she asked herself if she had made a mistake in taking his money. She had no regrets about selling herself to the second man, and she knew she would continue to do so for as long as she worked at the club. The money was too good and she was too easily aroused not to, but Andrew had filled a need for more than just sex. She couldn't define exactly what that need was, but she just felt that he had fulfilled one. Unfortunately for her, since he knew that she was a prostitute, she could see no way that he would want to continue to satisfy anyone's needs with her but his own. As long as he continued to get his cock polished he would be satisfied. The fact that she had refused his offer of payment when they arrived at his apartment was his good fortune, and in his eyes would in no way change what she was. She raised her head to meet his eyes, trying to decipher his expression. "God Shannon. That was amazing. I thought girls didn't like to swallow cum. Not, um, working girls anyway." For some reason referring to her as a 'working girl' stung more than if he had said 'whore', but she tried not to show it. Instead she shook her head sceptically. "Actually," he continued, "I only ever had sex with one other woman before you, and she was nowhere near as good. I could tell she wasn't all that interested because her pussy was dry. Not like yours. And she didn't move at all when I was inside her. I asked if I could cum in her mouth but she said she didn't do that. She just took my money and sucked me for about half a minute, then when I put it in she just lay there until I finished. That's why I said I'd pay whatever you wanted. I wanted to know what it was like to cum in a girl's mouth. I didn't mind if you didn't want to swallow so long as you let me do it in your mouth." She was touched by his admission, because all other guys she had been with had tried to make her believe they were experienced cocksmen. Feeling she had to give something back, she smiled. "To tell the truth, yours is the first cock I've sucked because I really wanted to. And I swallowed your cum because I wanted to. I came back here with you last night because nobody ever made me cum the way you did in the club, and I wanted to see if it would happen again." Even as she said it, she realised that was the need she had been unable to put a finger on. At least once in her life she had needed someone to fuck her until she was totally sated. That was the reason she had regretted him knowing she was a whore. If he hadn't known, maybe there would have been a chance of a proper relationship, even if only for a short time. She was tired of guys who just fucked her and dumped her. Andrew broke into her thoughts again. "I guess we were both lucky then. If I hadn't been drinking I would never have had the nerve to feel your pussy. I've never been good with girls, and I always thought girls as beautiful as you were way out of my league. That first one was nearly old enough to be my mother, and even with her I had to get half drunk before I could ask her." All these revelations were getting a bit too heavy for her to handle, partly because she resented the fact that he had fucked a woman who didn't appreciate it, so she changed the subject. "How about those eggs? I could eat a horse." Minutes later they were tucking into plates piled high with scrambled eggs, bacon and toast. In between mouthfuls he stared openly at her bare breasts. "I thought of asking you if you'd like to go out for lunch, but I'm glad I didn't. It would have meant you would have had to over those, and they are too perfect to hide." She smiled at the compliment and he looked down at his plate. "Besides, I wasn't sure if you would come back here afterwards, and I want you with me. Even if you don't want to do anything." "Well I have to work tonight, but I'll stay until then if you want." Her fingers squeezed his thigh under the table. "I guess it'll be OK if you want to, um, you know ... do stuff." She wanted to say it was OK if he wanted to fuck her, but he hadn't used the F-word so she didn't feel comfortable using it. Maybe later she would, but not just yet. His grin was so wide she half expected his face to split, and after they finished eating he suggested they watch TV for a while. Snuggling into the crook of his arm on the couch, with her breast nestled comfortably in his palm, she lifted her face for a long kiss. Many breathless moments later they broke apart, and he asked hesitantly "Does it embarrass you if guys ask to look at your pussy?" She thought for a moment, then shook her head. "Other guys, yes. You, no. I like you looking at me down there. Is that what you want?" He nodded eagerly, and she slid to the end of the couch, turning to face him with one leg raised and her foot flat on the cushion. "Like what you see?" "God yes! It's fucking perfect! Sorry, I didn't mean to swear, but it really is perfect. You are perfect!" He put out a tentative hand. "Can I?" His gaze was almost like a physical caress, and she could feel herself getting wet. "I think you'd better." She put her head back and stared dreamily at the ceiling as he pushed a finger into her and stroked his thumb across her clit. Her hands lifted to her tits, squeezing the flesh and tugging her nipples in rhythm with his probing finger. "Oh my god Andrew. That's so good. Try another finger. Oh yess. Just there." She felt his mouth cover her nipple, and she slid down the couch underneath him. "Now Andrew. Now." she panted. "Do me now." Her pelvis arched when he pushed into her, his pubes scrubbing her clit with each jerk of his hips, and she knew she was only seconds away. With her heels beating a tattoo against his butt, he gave a groan as her inner muscles tightened around his shaft, and it needed only a few quick thrusts to send his cum shooting deep into her cunt. "Oh god. Nobody ever got me off like you." She clamped a hand over her dripping pussy to protect the cushion, and burst into a fit of giggling as she quipped "Pity you don't have a brother so I can see if it runs in the family." The rest of that day was the happiest Shannon had been in a long time, and when she reluctantly showered and dressed to go to the club, she eagerly accepted his suggestion to return to his apartment after her shift. As expected, Saturday night was the busiest of the week, and there was no shortage of wandering hands or tips. Minutes before her shift finished, Dirk called her to the office where she was introduced to a well dressed middle aged man, who looked her up and down with interest. "I've been watching you Shannon." the manager told her. "You are one of my best girls, and I've heard nothing but praise from the customers. I've noticed you've started taking time off the floor to use the staff room, so how would you like me to steer more of that kind of business your way?" "Thanks Dirk, but I really can't work any more hours than I do now, or I won't have time for my studies." He shook his head. "You won't have to. I can fix it so you have more time off the floor. Give you easier tables to work, so you can service the extra cash clients I send over. All you need do is stay back for the occasional half hour as a favour." "What do you mean ... favour?" Dirk tilted his head towards the other man. "Just a freebie now and then for my friends. It will be worth it to you with the extras to compensate." Shannon found herself between a rock and a hard place. As things were at the moment she could refuse offers from guys who didn't appeal to her, and the same would apply to any extras Dirk sent to her. The problem was that she might not have the same choice with his friends, and if she refused she might find herself out of a job. She suspected that if she agreed to the proposition, Dirk wanted the man who was studying her now to have the first free fuck. He was a little old for her tastes but he was quite presentable, so she knew she would have no problem taking his money if he was an ordinary customer. She just didn't like the thought of giving it away. At the same time it could be seen as an investment, because if the cash flow continued to improve she may be able to avoid the burden of a student loan. It was this consideration that decided her. "OK then, I'll give it a try and see how it works out." Unsurprisingly, Dirk's friend wasted no time slipping a hand under her skirt, but she pushed him away. "Not here. And not without protection." she said firmly. If she was going to do this it would be on her terms as much as possible. Fortunately he made no protest, and she led him from the office to the 'work' room. Turning to face him she reached behind to unsnap her bra, but he shook his head. "Just push it up and play with them. Where do you keep the rubbers?" Nodding towards the condoms, she tugged her bra up and pinched her nipples as he freed his penis and rolled on the protective sheath. "That's good. Now lie down and pull the crotch of your pants out of the way so I can look at your cunt." She reached both hands down down to obey, but he shook his head again. "You only need one hand for that, keep playing with your tits." He watched as she exposed her pussy, then moved closer. "That's it. Rub your cunt and get it wet for me." After no more than a few seconds he pulled her hand away and pushed a finger deep into her and grinned. "Good girl. Now you're ready for a good fucking." His idea of a good fucking certainly wasn't the same as hers, because she barely had time to get warmed up when, no more than half a dozen savage thrusts after he pushed his cock into her through the leg of her panties, he gasped and slumped on top of her, panting. "Shit girl, Dirk's got a fucking sure fire winner here. You're a great fuck for a whore. You really know how to use that cunt to satisfy a guy. Most of you bitches have cunts so big and sloppy it's like sticking your cock in a fucking watermelon." Shannon cringed with revulsion as he casually tossed the full condom on to the floor, and tucked his sticky cock into his pants before leaving without another word. The jerk may dress like a gentleman, but his manners and attitude were straight from the sewer. Her disappointment was made worse because it had all started so well. At first, until he had opened his filthy mouth, it had reminded her of her first time, with a man she had a crush on. She had been at a classmate's house, and her friend's father had sent his daughter to the shop for some ice cream treats. Shannon had thought he was the most handsome man she ever met, and flattered by his attentions, she had been only too willing when he asked her to show him her breasts. There had been a moment of embarrassment as she pulled her tee shirt and bra up, but that vanished when he kissed and fondled the firm young globes. A part of her knew he didn't love her as much as she loved him, and that sending his daughter out was probably just an excuse to get her out of the way, but it didn't seem to matter, even when he eased the gusset of her panties aside and looked at the fresh pink folds of her unsullied vagina. Then his tongue was parting the moistening lips and teasing her clit, and she was wet and wanting more. She had known it was wrong, but it felt too good to try to stop him from pushing his hard cock inside the leg of her panties, and into her tight virgin pussy. It had hurt a bit when her hymen gave way, but the pain faded to insignificance, compared to how exciting it felt to have her previously unexplored cunt stretched, fucked, and filled with cum by the stiff prick of a man she adored. They scarcely had time to straighten their clothing when her friend returned, and the trio sat eating the ice dream and watching TV, until an hour or so later he offered to drive their visitor home. Her brow creased in a puzzled frown when he detoured through an industrial estate, and pulled into the shadows of a deserted factory car park. Minutes later her frown changed to a smile as he undressed her and fucked her again. There followed three anxious weeks before she felt the welcome cramps that signalled the start of her menstrual cycle, and she almost sobbed with relief. It all seemed so long ago now, as she picked up the discarded contraceptive and mopped up the spilled cum with a tissue. If the sewer scum had only kept his foul mouth shut, she might have enjoyed it as much as when her friend's father had fucked her through the leg of her panties, but instead she felt soiled. Despite her eagerness to get to Andrew's home, she stood under the shower trying to scrub away the dirty feeling, and telling herself that no matter what 'favours' Dirk asked of her in the future, nothing could be as bad as what she had just been through. In the cab on the way to the apartment block she could see the driver studying her from the corner of his eye, with the same expression Andrew had worn when he first saw her boobs, and she pushed out her chest defiantly. "Like what you see?" she challenged. Fallen Angel Rather than looking away in embarrassment as she expected, he grinned and slowed to a crawl. "I can't see much, but yeah." A month earlier she would never have dared, but as the cab pulled up at their destination, she casually unbuttoned her shirt to expose her half bra, which barely covered her nipples. "Better?" She could see the hesitation in his eyes. After all, it wasn't unknown for half drunk women to tease cabbies, then call a cop if things went further than they wanted, or if the driver refused to let them off without paying. She took a note from her purse and tucked it into his shirt pocket as she leaned back against the seat. "Go ahead, I know you want to." He carefully lifted one breast from its confining cup, and she sighed. This was exactly what she needed right now, to be admired. Turning to face him she freed the other boob, and looked meaningfully at his mouth. As his lips locked on her stiffened nipple, he slid his hand between her legs, but she pushed it away. "No," she said firmly. "Tits only." He shrugged in acceptance, and continued to suck and fondle her boobs. As the familiar feelings began to course through her she relented a little, and reached across to free his cock, working it up and down until his cum spilled onto his lap. It hadn't been as much as he hoped for, but it was more than he expected, and he smiled his thanks as she climbed from the car. Not bothering to cover herself she crossed the deserted lobby to the elevator, feeling more like her usual self. Andrew was wearing nothing but his satin boxers when he opened the door to admit her, and he stared in surprise at her exposed tits, pushed high on her chest by the empty bra cups, whilst in turn she stared with pleasure at his growing bulge. Pushing him inside, she closed the door and grasped his tool through the shiny fabric. The cab driver's hands and mouth on her tits, and his stiff cock in her hand had her primed for action, so she was in no mood to waste time on foreplay. After her earlier degrading experience she felt the need to wind back the clock, to try to start afresh by reliving the moment she had lost her innocence. Leading Andrew across to the couch, she sat down and tugged his shorts to his ankles, before leaning back. "I want you to start with my breasts," she whispered. Intrigued but uncomplaining, he knelt before her and leaned over to fondle and suck the resilient orbs. With a deep sigh she closed her eyes, picturing her school mate's father's mouth and tongue, sucking and teasing first one stiffening nipple, then its twin. In her mind the two men merged into one, and she used one hand to guide his head down as the other pushed her jeans off, and pulled the crotch of her panties aside. She could almost convince herself it was the first time, as his tongue worked its way up and down her slit, sending sparks through her ultra sensitive clit. The intensity of her climax made her scream, and she pushed his head from between her legs. "Now!" she moaned. "Put it in now!" Her entire existence was centred on the burning in her loins, and she clung to him, crushing her tits against his chest and lifting her hips, as his hard cock bored into her through the gaping leg of her panties. She lost track of how long he fucked her like that, but she felt reborn as his cleansing cum bathed her hidden depths. He seemed to sense that she had been driven by some secret need, for when he withdrew he lifted her from the couch and carried her like a child into the bedroom. Laying her on the bed he kissed her forehead, smiling at her murmured "Thank you", then he spooned up against her, pulling the sheet over them both and holding her until she fell asleep. It was early afternoon again when she woke, and as she had the day before, she interrupted his preparation of lunch to suck his cock. She guessed she must be acquiring a taste for it, because the first time he had cum in her mouth, she had found it better than when other guys had done it. Not great, but definitely better. Now she rolled it on her tongue with genuine pleasure before letting it slide down her throat. They spent a very pleasant Sunday afternoon, simply content with being together. She tried to analyse their budding relationship, because although they had only met a couple of days earlier, there seemed to be a chemistry between them that went beyond just sexual attraction. Certainly sex was a part of it, and she made sure he had plenty of opportunities to look at her pussy, not solely because it made her horny, although that was undeniably a factor, but because it pleased him. She didn't know why she felt more connected with him than with any previous relationships, but it was definitely there. It couldn't possibly be love, because everyone knew that whores and their clients didn't fall in love with each other. The only problem with this reasoning was that whores weren't supposed to enjoy being fucked either, and she most certainly did enjoy having his cock inside her. The fact that she had refused his offer of payment didn't make her any less of a whore, and no man was stupid enough to refuse a fuck when it was handed to him on a plate. In fact getting for free what other men had to pay for probably added to the attraction. Eventually she gave up trying to work it out, and told herself that they were together because they felt comfortable with each other, and no other reason was needed. As the day wore on her belief that they weren't together purely for sex became stronger, because although she was constantly available, it wasn't until after dinner that he actually fucked her. When she was dressing to go to work he told her he would wait up for her, but she told him she had to go home, because she had to attend classes next day, and besides he had a job to go to. Monday was also out for the same reason, but since she didn't have to work on Tuesday night, there was no reason they couldn't spend a few hours together. She had been at the club less than thirty minutes when a customer approached her for a fuck, and when they had finished, Dirk proved true to his word. Four times during the course of her shift, he called her to the bar and introduced her to men who he said were not confident enough to approach any of the girls themselves. At the end of her shift it seemed as though she had spent more time on her back with cocks in her, than she had waiting on tables and being groped for tips. Even better, the pocket in her skirt was satisfactorily full, even after Dirk had taken his cut. Monday night was almost a carbon copy, and during her lunch break on Tuesday she decided it wasn't safe to keep so much cash on hand, so she paid a visit to the bank on campus. It wasn't until she saw her balance in figures that it sank in just how much she had made in just a few days, simply by spreading her legs. After school she had a quick snack, then buckled down to work on an assignment. It went so well that she didn't notice the time passing, until she closed her books and looked at the clock. There was a moment of panic when she realised that she was supposed to have been at Andrew's place more than an hour ago. Taking a quick shower, she pulled on a light summer button through dress and caught a cab. Andrew smiled with relief when he let her in. "I thought you had changed your mind. There's someone I want you to meet." It took a moment or two to register, and then she recognised the man sitting on the couch sipping a beer as the one who had felt her pussy in the club, arousing her to the point where she was willing to prostitute herself with Andrew. "This is Keith." She hardly heard the introduction, because she was too busy jumping to conclusions. To her the empty and half empty beer bottles on the coffee table told the story, and her temper flared. What the fuck did he think this was? Share a whore day? Fixing Andrew with an angry glare calculated to stun an elephant, she spun on her heel and left the apartment. He caught up with her at the elevator. " Shannon! What's going on?" She glared at him. "Do you think I'm stupid? Do you think I don't know what you're up to? You found yourself a free whore, and you thought you could bring a friend along so you could watch him fuck me too!" He shook his head violently. "You're wrong. Firstly, Keith is my brother, not my friend. I asked him here to meet you because I told him you are my girlfriend. He doesn't know I paid you. All my life he's teased me because I never had the confidence to get a girlfriend, and I just wanted to show him he's wrong." Still unconvinced, she looked at him suspiciously. "Are you saying you wouldn't like to see him fuck me?" He thought hard before he replied. "Of course I would," he said honestly, "but only because I thought that was what you wanted when you said you wished I had a brother. That's not why he's here though. I just wanted to show you off." She knew she had never told him she wished she had a brother. What she had said was that it was a pity he didn't, and even then she had been joking. Rather than make an issue of it she let it pass, because at least he had been honest enough to admit that he would like to see Keith stick his cock into her. Not that it was likely to happen, but admitting to it was a step in the right direction, because most men would hotly deny it. At the same time there had been something in his tone that made her wonder if he had a secret side to his personality. A side that suggested that maybe there were times when he might prefer to see a girl being fucked, rather than fucking her himself. This was something she could understand, because long before she had acquired a taste for Andrew's cum, in fact even before she ever had a cock in her mouth, she had been turned on by videos showing girls sucking cocks and swallowing cum, without having the slightest inclination to do it herself. Partly mollified by his explanation, she allowed him to persuade her to return to the apartment. She still felt some resentment, but she wasn't sure if it was directed at him or herself, because the instant she had recognised Keith, she had felt a tingling between her legs at the memory of how he had stroked her pussy. When they were back in the apartment she was relieved to see that he had moved to the armchair, leaving the couch vacant for her and Andrew. She sat in awkward silence as Keith studied her, then the buzz of the intercom distracted them all. Andrew plucked the receiver from its wall mounting and spoke briefly, before turning to her and his brother. "Back in a few, just going down to the lobby." Looking at Shannon he explained "I was going to take you to dinner, but when I thought you had changed your mind about coming over, I ordered pizzas. Won't be long." When he had gone Keith sucked on his beer and studied her, then he suddenly snapped his fingers. "I know now. Blue Heaven, right? I didn't know you without the wig and outfit." She was a little dismayed that he had recognised her, because the tingling started again, but she put on a show of nonchalance and nodded. "Andrew's a lucky bastard. If I didn't know you were his girlfriend I'd be tempted to take up where we left off." She shrugged cynically. "Since when has a little thing like that ever stopped any man?" It hadn't occurred to her that her remark could be seen as an invitation, but it had obviously occurred to him, because suddenly he was beside her with his hand under her dress, and to her added mortification she was doing nothing to stop him, as he stroked the fabric covering her slit. She sat paralysed as he worked on her clit, drawing out her wetness, until the 'ding' of the elevator returning shook her out of the spell. When Andrew came in with the pizzas, his brother was back in the armchair as though nothing had happened, and she was trying to fight her confusion. She was supposed to be Andrew's girlfriend, yet she had done nothing to stop his brother feeling her. OK, so he had only rubbed her panties, so technically he hadn't actually felt her pussy, but her pussy had sure as hell felt his fingers. More to the point, she would have let him do more if there had been time. She felt a little guilty, but only because Andrew didn't know. Anyway, she rationalised, it wasn't really cheating. She and Andrew had made no commitment, so they were both free agents, and even if they hadn't been, she was a prostitute and cheating was what prostitutes did. Besides, Andrew had already said he would like to watch her having sex with his brother, so really all they had done was make an unscheduled start. She had never before been in a situation where she had to consider it, but now she began to wonder how it would feel to be fucked with someone looking on. The more she thought about it, the more she warmed to the idea, until she realised that she was seriously considering doing what she had angrily accused Andrew of planning. She wasn't sure at what point considering doing it became wanting to do it, but the decision had definitely been influenced by the way Keith had been studying her as they ate the pizza, and even more so by how his fingers had felt on her pussy. After the meal was finished, Andrew went for fresh drinks, and clearing the debris from the coffee table, Shannon followed him into the kitchen. "Were you serious about wanting to watch Keith do me?" she asked quietly. He looked up from the refrigerator. "Yes, why?" "I just wanted to be sure." She took one of the bottles from his hand and took a long pull. "OK then, but who starts it and how is up to you two. He recognised me from the club so he's already felt my pussy, but unless you want him to know I'm a whore I won't make the first move." He thought for a moment then unfastened the top two buttons of her dress, and handed her another beer to replace the one she was drinking from. "Fair enough. Why don't you give this to him and we'll play it by ear?" Accepting the bottle, she took it to Keith and stood looking down at him as she sipped her own drink. "I think she fancies you." Andrew's voice came from close behind her, and she flinched involuntarily, causing her to reveal a little more cleavage. Keith's eyes were fixed firmly on the gap in her dress, and he took a swig of his drink. "She belongs to you little brother, I'm not coming between you." She sipped again and took a deep breath, then with a courage she didn't know she had, she said evenly. "I don't belong to anyone. I make my own decisions." "Even about this?" He unfastened another button, and when she didn't pull away he slipped a hand into the widened gap and cupped her braless breast. She glanced uncertainly at Andrew, and seeing his eyes focussed avidly on his brother's groping hand, she nodded. "Yes, especially about this." There was no going back for her now, and she stood quiescently as the two brothers removed her dress. Then Andrew was sliding her briefs down her legs, and for the third time Keith's hand was on her pussy, but now with nothing in the way. She shuddered as he pushed a finger into her, and on suddenly weak legs she backed towards the couch. Andrew's eyes were gleaming as he watched his brother finger fuck his girlfriend, then his hands and mouth were on her tits, sucking hungrily at the swollen nipples. She was vaguely aware that the two men were undressing, and then she was moaning softly as Keith pushed his hard cock inside her. Andrew's hands on her breasts were sending hot spears to join with the sensations between her legs, and she closed her eyes as her whole body caught fire. The light touch of fingers on her cheek made her turn her head, and she looked to see his stiff prick only inches from her face. She watched it come closer, studying the smooth purple shine of the engorged head, then opening her mouth as it touched her lips, engulfing, licking, sucking in rhythm with the thrusting cock that was bringing agony/ecstasy to her spasming cunt. Her clit felt impossibly huge against the plundering shaft, and the blood pounded in her ears as all three orgasmed together, her cum pouring out to make room for Keith's in the liquid depths of her cunt, as his brother flooded her mouth with his thick viscous cream. As Andrew slowly withdrew she pursed her lips, holding his cum in her mouth until Keith's cock stopped pumping, then let it ooze gradually down her throat. Only a couple of days earlier she had been thinking in terms of a relationship, but as she slumped back with a full pussy, and the taste of cum lingering in her mouth, she knew she had literally blown any chance of that. Strangely, she didn't feel as disappointed as she would have thought, because she wasn't sure she wanted a relationship with a guy who was so willing to share her. Not that she would mind being shared provided it was her choice like now, bur she sure as hell didn't intend to spread her legs for just anyone he brought along. Her first threesome had been the most awesome experience she could ever have imagined though, so for now she was happy to go with the flow, and let the future take care of itself. A half hour later she was smiling at the rapt expression on Andrew's face, as he eased her cunt lips apart and watched his brother drive his cock deep into her. Fallen Angel As a put the phone down I had all manner of thoughts going through my head. It seemed such a bad idea and yet there was a part of me that was yearning for him. I'd told him not to come but he wouldn't take no for an answer. "It's just platonic," he said. I turned on the lights and looked at myself in the mirror. I reached down and pulled up my casual but sexy black nightshirt with the slogan "fallen angel" to reveal my satin panties and looked at my rear. "Not bad," I thought. Then my phone starting ringing again, jerking me out of my day dream. It was him. He was checking I was going to answer the door. At minus 2 degrees outside, I couldn't leave him standing at the door and told him so. When he arrived, it we were both acting casual but you could cut the tension with a knife. He walked into the kitchen and pulled out a can of beer before reaching into the cupboard for two glasses pouring out the beer. He wandered around my apartment, admiring my new bedroom and the floor to ceiling mirrors opposite the bed. I got back into bed and told him to get in. He did as he was told and remained fully clothed. As he put his arms around me... I won't lie, I felt safe. Since the burglary I hadn't been sleeping that well and as I felt his muscled arms around me, I felt the tension melt away to be replaced with a deep aching for him. "Oh ooh," my head said. "Oh god James, I feel so safe in your arms." It was out of my mouth before I could stop myself. On that, he promptly reached his hand into my nightshirt, starting gently pinching my nipple and kissed me deeply. I pulled away. He said this was platonic. I knew how hard it would be to resist him. I wasn't sure if I could. He said, "Hey gorgeous, don't worry, it's just platonic," but I knew. I didn't think I was going to win this battle. He started massaging my breast again, and repeated that it was just platonic. It took everything I had to say no and move his hand away. And then I made my first fatal mistake. Very innocently he asked me if he could do something, and I naively said yes. He took my left hand, pulled it above my head and placed my fingers around the bars on the head board, lifted my shirt and started gently sucking my nipples, taking each one in turn, murmuring how much he loves my tits and at the same time had moved his hand down so he was rubbing my satin panties. Every time I took my hand away from the bars he put it back until suddenly, I felt cold steel on my wrist and before I knew it, out of nowhere he'd handcuffed my wrist to the bars. "You're mine now," he said. I wasn't sure about this. "No. What are you doing?" I heard the words coming out of my mouth but it didn't feel like they were coming from me. "Relax angel, you'll be ok." His words reassured me but I felt the fear rising up inside. This wasn't what I wanted; but then I reasoned with myself. I had to be honest, I felt so fucking hot. But this wasn't supposed to be happening. In the meantime he continued licking and sucking on my nipples. Oh God I was so wet. It took every ounce of my being not to grind my hips against his his had. I tried to move my wrist but felt the cold hard metal dig in and thought better of struggling. In a smooth, single movement, he lifted off my other arm and swiftly handcuffed it above my head to join the other, whipping my nightshirt over my head and onto my hands before moving down and yanking my panties off, down and over my feet. Oh Christ, what have I gotten myself into. It was that fear again, choking me. But before it consumed me, he was back at my breasts, sliding that warm, moist tongue over them and gently pulling at them with his teeth. His thumb started gently rubbing my clit. It felt so damn good. I could feel myself dripping wet as he entered me with his finger. "Nooooo", I moaned, but it was no good, he just took it as a sign to put another finger inside me start fucking me with his hand. "See how wet you are, you want this." He pulled his fingers out and brought them up to my lips. "Suck," he commanded, "I want you to taste how wet you are." I paused for a brief second and decided that I should obey him, tentatively taking each finger into my mouth and sucking. "You're being a good girl, Angel," he murmured. He kissed my belly and worked his way down but I couldn't let him. This wasn't supposed to be happening. It took everything I had not to open my legs and him work magic on my clit with his tongue. He abruptly pulled away and I saw a flash of anger in his face before he gained composure and pulled his hand up to gently stroke my down my cheek and over my neck. Then he gently but firmly closed his hand around my neck and instinctively I tilted my head back. In that split second, I felt completely and utterly helpless. He lent over, still with his grip on my neck, and gave me a hard kiss that felt like it went on for minutes as I tried to pretend his hand wasn't gripping my neck, although in reality only a few seconds must have passed. As he pulled his head away, he looked at me square in the eyes with steely determination and said, "Open your legs, wide. I want your legs open as far as they'll go." I felt myself gasp, panic rising up in me. Still with his hand on my neck, he squeezed and almost shouted, "Do it". I couldn't do it quick enough as the panic ran through my veins. But then he took his hand off my neck and tenderly stroked my cheek as he lent forward and whispered in my ear, "Your doing great, gorgeous. You're a good girl." For a moment I almost purred as my breathing slowed and I forgot how exposed I felt, spreadeagled on the bed with my hands handcuffed to the bars behind my head and my small but perky tits pointing square at the ceiling. He moved down to between my legs, used his thumbs to gently part my lips and examined my pink, shaven pussy. I felt embarrassed and wanted to clamp my legs shut, but as I squirmed and felt the handcuffs dig into my wrists, I heard my brain telling myself that I just had to go with it. He said, "I wanna taste that magnificent pussy of yours," as he ran his tongue the full length of my slit before finally settling with his tongue on my clit. "Oooooooooh," it felt so good. Just as I was on the brink of orgasm, he pulled his tongue away and started working me with his fingers. As he looked up at me, he asked me if I wanted him to stop. I locked eyes with him and told him we shouldn't be doing this... There was that flash of anger again in his eyes and he speedily pulled his hand away, and just waited, watching me. "Oh God, ohhh, ohhh, noooooo." The sounds coming out of me were guttural, like a wild animal as I started thrashing around. I was so close to coming. He smirked and you could almost see the power and sense of victory written across his face. "Do you want me to continue...?" My eyes were wide as I looked at him and whispered, "Yes... I... I want you to continue..." With one hand he pulled my ankle onto his shoulder, twisting me onto my side, and with the other he entered me with his fingers and started pumping away at my pussy with his thumb, covering it in my juices, before replacing his thumb with this fingers and pressing his juice covered thumb against my tight asshole. "Your ass mine, tonight." "No," I murmured. "Not there". But he simply ignored me and pressed his thumb into my sweet virgin hole. I felt so full as he pumped away with his fingers in my pussy and thumb up my ass. "Fuck my hand," he snarled. I just looked at him, those eyes ever wider, so with the other hand, he pinched my nipple so hard I let out a yelp and my pussy clamped down hard on his fingers. "Move your hips. I want you to fuck my hand... NOW!" In that moment, I started grinding my hips, drawing his fingers and thumb deeper inside me, as he kept his hand completely still and used the other to gently pinch my nipple. I felt completely defenceless and totally at his mercy, acting like a wild animal, thrusting my hips against his hand. His voice started to soothe me, "You're a good girl. Your a good, good girl. That's it; work my hand". I felt so dirty but I just couldn't help it. I began to moan and settle into a rhythm. Just as my orgasm started to build he slowed my hip movement with his hand and said, "It's time." At that, I looked at him and he pulled away and started to strip. I couldn't help but lick my lips as he exposed his magnificent, hard cock and knelt next to me, with it hovering next to my face. "You'll be a good girl, right?" I nodded. With that, he lent over me and reached for my wrist furthest away to undo the handcuffs. I couldn't help but lick the precum off tip as he unlocked my hands; I knew what he wanted. "Yes, that's it," he moaned, "but first I want you to lick my balls." I got to work immediately. I'd reached the point where all I wanted to do was please him. I wrapped my hand firmly around the base of his cock and rotated it towards him, moving his sack closer to my lips. Seeing my compliance, he released my other hand from the handcuffs to allow me full access. With my other hand I gently cupped and caressed his balls before burying my face in the space between his thighs and crotch and taking each ball into my warm, wet mouth. As my tongue reached my hand around the shaft, I ran my tongue slowly up his entire length to the tip, pausing to lick and suckle the tip before taking his long shaft in my mouth. My hand remained cupped round his balls, gently massaging them as I settled into a rhythm, pumping his shaft with my mouth. He grabbed my hair with his fist, forcing himself deeper into my throat. I could hear his groans as he got closer to coming. Going through my mind, I heard my thoughts, "Is he going to cum in my mouth? Does this mean my ass is safe? What's he going to do next?" all the while I was dutifully rhythmically sucking . And then I felt his balls harden and I knew he was there. He suddenly pulled away and said, "I'm going to fuck you now, whore." And with that he was between my legs and entered hard and fast, causing me to let out a loud shriek. He didn't let up and kept pounding away at me. I couldn't believe how good it felt to finally have him inside me. As soon as the thought about him not being able to make me orgasm left my head, I felt it building inside of me. He pulled my ankles onto his shoulders, put my hand on my nipple, silently instructing me to pinch my own nipples. As he pounded into me even deeper and I exploded and screamed, "Oh my God, oh my GOD!" I felt myself flood with wetness and my pussy contract, pulling his hard cock deeper inside me. Before the contractions subsided, he pulled out of me and replaced his delicious cock with his fingers. His strength surprised me as he managed to turn me over with only his other hand and started preparing my ass with his thumb whilst my pussy contracted away at his fingers, still feeling the effects of my orgasm. Then I felt his sweating skin and weight on my back and he removed his hand and pressed the tip of his cock, still wet with my juices against my tight asshole. I was a quivering wreck from such a massive explosion I didn't have the ability to say no. He was kind to me as he pressed the tip in and waited. Oh wow, it felt soooo good, so full. I started grinding my hips against him and taking more and more until his entire length was inside me. It felt so awesome, I couldn't believe I hadn't let him to this to me before. As he grinded away, he reached round with this hand and started rubbing my clit, driving me to a mania. "I'm going to cum in your ass," he whispered in my ear before biting the skin on the back of my neck. Oh God, he was actually going to make me orgasm like this. He could obviously sense my second orgasm building and pumped away furiously at my ass. I orgasmed like a banshee, wailing, which set him off, spurting his hot load deep into my ass and collapsed with all his weight on me, pinning me underneath him. "Oh my God!" I screamed. I'd never felt anything like it, his hot sticky cum in my ass just added to my huge explosion. At that point I realised I was his to do with me as he chooses... Fallen Angel It was the spring of 1938 when Giles showed me the bordello. It was, he assured me, no ordinary place of sex. Having lived in Paris all my life, I didn't think there was anything I hadn't already seen or done. But, with conviction, he told me that what I'd find there was unlike anything I could or would expect. Cleverly, he never told me exactly what it was, so not a week later the power of curiosity found me returning to that very spot. From the outside it looked like just another downtown middle-class brownstone, well hidden by virtue of it's anonymity. At the door I was greeted by a humourless woman who, wrapped in an Oriental kimono, welcomed me while seeming very wary of my presence. The interior lobby did feel much like the bordellos I'd visited in the past, the air strongly hinting of alcohol and perfume. I awkwardly explained that I was looking for something 'different', and that I'd been told this was where I should come. The nameless Madame nodded in understanding, and after settling the financial terms, led me to the uppermost floor of the building. "No regrets, sir," she said enigmatically before leaving me in front of the bare wooden door. I knocked uncertainly, but getting no response, I finally decided to let myself in. The small room beyond was fairly dark, the only real light coming in from the unclean windows. The scent of something vaguely stale pervaded the air, and I noticed a pile of loose material bunched in the far corner. There was virtually no furniture apart from the low bed and a narrow backed wooden chair next to that. Here she sat, one leg stretched out while her chin rested on the opposite knee. She appeared to be enveloped in some sort of all-encompassing woolen shawl. With my eyes still adjusting to the relative darkness, it was hard to pick out any more detail than this. "Do come in," she said softly, her voice strangely accented yet quite melodious. Closing the door behind me, I approached with some trepidation. This was all rather different than my previous experiences at these places. "Um, hello," I said gamely, "nice to meet you. My name is Gregory. May I ask yours?" She lifted her head, revealing her bright eyes, her sandy blonde hair short and unkempt. "My name is Anachiel," she said. "Why don't you undress. You can put your clothes on the bed." It was then I noticed that it wasn't a shawl she was wrapped in, it was the folded length of long, grey-feathered wings. "But, you're..." I stammered, genuinely shocked. Anachiel, as if to further confirm the point, drew back her wings, exposing her lean naked body. "Please, do undress," she offered, "unless it is your intention to simply gawk." "Oh, right, sorry." Incredible as it may sound, I did indeed step out of my clothes while Anachiel watched me with an impassive expression. When I was finished, she stood up, revealing herself to be half a foot taller than myself. Her body was slender, feminine in shape but strangely lacking in breasts. I also had the impression of something unusual between her legs, but I didn't feel right in staring. She smiled, her face pretty and sharply featured, almost elfin. She trailed a fingernail along my chest in a seductive manner. "Why don't you take a seat," she said, motioning back to her now vacant perch. I obeyed. Anachiel knelt down between my parted knees, her wings unfolding on either side of me. She took my manhood in her slender fingers, gently stroking it, teasing the glans with her tongue. I was so nervous and unsettled that I thought I'd never achieve an erection, but by the time she took me fully into her mouth, I was hard and eager. I brushed my fingers through her soft hair, enjoying the pleasure of her expert fellatio. Lifting her head, she milked the first drop of pre-cum from the tip of my organ. I let out a small moan, causing her to grin. "How would you prefer to take me," she asked, "here on the chair, or on the bed?" "Oh, uh, on the bed." It was when she stood up that I received my next shock. Dangling from the juncture of her legs was the unmistakable shape of a flaccid, uncircumcised penis. Anachiel must have noticed my reaction. "Oh, didn't you know," she said, lifting her phallus with one hand to show me the smooth rounded lips of her labia. I suppose, with everything else, I shouldn't have been surprised. Reaching out, I traced my fingers along the supple flesh between her legs, even pushing a digit up inside the warm confines of her vagina. "You have a nice touch," she said, stepping out of my reach. Climbing up on the bed, she crouched on all fours, wings outstretched. I stood behind her, running a hand over her the slender frame of her back. She looked at me over her shoulder. "Go ahead," she encouraged, "take me as you will." "Shouldn't I, you know, use protection," I asked, aware of the typical habits of these houses. "I assure you, I'm incapable of carrying either children or disease," she replied, "you have nothing to fear." I had no doubt she was telling the truth, though some part of me still fought to find some excuse not to follow through. Ultimately, I crouched over her, lining my erect cock up to the opening of her cunt. Lowering her head, Anachiel pushed back, our mutual thrusts forcing me up inside her. She gasped as I rammed myself more fully within her humid vagina. I remained still for a few moments, letting her get used to my size. I ran my hand over her unusual shoulder blades, from where her wings sprouted. I caressed her skin down to her chest, over her sides and down to where her prick emerged from the place where normally would be a clitoris. She was already half-hard, and she quietly moaned at the instant of my touch, swiftly becoming erect in my grasp. Forcing her flat on the bed, I began to fuck her in earnest, her cunt now moist from her own arousal. Though I might be ashamed to admit this, my hand remained on her hard erection, masturbating her in time to my coition. "You don't have to do that," she said breathlessly, her face turned to one side on the plain white covers. "It's OK, I want to." I could feel myself close to the edge of coming, and from the smear of pre-cum that oozed from the tip of Anachiel's prick, I knew she was too. Her breath was coming in ragged gasps, her wings twitching. I wanted to extend this as long as possible, but after nearly ten minutes of vigorous thrusting, there was no putting it off. Suddenly Anachiel muttered something incomprehensible, and her penis throbbed in my hand, her semen spitting hotly onto her stomach and the bed sheets below. I could feel her vagina rhythmically contract around me too, deftly eliciting my own orgasm. Clenching her tight, I came hard, my ejaculate ruthlessly invading her tender insides. Exhausted, I lay over her for a while, my softening erection sliding out from her vagina. She looked at me with a smile on her lips. "I did say you had a nice touch," she said lightly. "This is all wrong," I said, rolling off her, my euphoria lifting. "Surely I've committed some sort of blasphemy." "You're being too hard on yourself," she told me, curling her legs beneath her. "It's no greater sin than what you'd do with any other woman in this brothel." It was then I noticed the loose feathers that had fallen onto the bed. In the cold light of reason, I looked at her anew and was disturbed by her condition. She wasn't merely slender, but quite frail, and her wings were in a less than pristine state. "You weren't lying when you said you carry no disease, were you?" "Of course not," she replied. "And yet, you are dying," I nodded towards the pile of feathers that had collected in the corner of the room. "I'm right, aren't I? How can you even be here? And why do this to yourself?" Anachiel sat up, face turned away from me. "I don't deny I am dying. I don't deny that I shouldn't be here," she said finally. "But, there is nothing else I can do. My state is only a foreshadow. Your world is on the verge of madness, Gregory. If you would heed my advice, I would tell you to leave France -no, leave Europe entirely before the turn of the decade. There is a war coming unlike anything that's ever been visited upon humanity." I didn't know what to say. The last thing I expected when entering this brothel was prophecy; in that respect, Giles was entirely correct about what I would find here. But, despite some very black times, the world didn't die, and I expect neither did Anachiel. I have no knowledge of where she could be now, but certainly there is not a day I don't think of that strange encounter a dusty old attic, and what transpired there. Fallen Angel It didn't happen overnight. It was more of a gentle seduction rather than an awakening that brought her to this fallen state. She wasn't innocent before but the old angel would have been shocked at her carnal appetites and desires of the present. She recalls how the process started. It was after the divorce. It was not a loveless marriage. They had many sweet tender moments together. Their lovemaking brought two souls to the earth. Somehow, it wasn't enough and there she was out on her own again. It was the day she moved from the house they had shared together. When the furniture was moved, an unmarked videotape remained. It must have been tucked up underneath the entertainment center. She didn't think much of it and threw it in a box of miscellaneous junk being moved to the new house. Days later, as she was nearly unpacked, she encounters the videotape again. It has a gummy spot where a label used to be but no other markings. It isn't rewound. It is late and she just pops it into the VCR and settles onto the couch. The scene on the television opens on a long legged blonde in a short skirt and showing a lot of cleavage. A man enters the scene and begins small talk with the woman. She marvel at the cheesy dialogue. Without any warning the two of them begin kissing deeply. His lips quickly wander to her neck and cleavage. The camera angle changes and her blouse and bra are gone. He is hungrily lapping and kissing her all too round and perky breasts. Her nipples are impossibly hard and she is moaning like an alley cat. The scene shifts again and she is taking his flaccid penis into her mouth. She watches in fascination as it grows with her attention to enormous proportions. The woman on the screen seems to be worshiping the man's erection. She is disgusted by this display. She eject the tape and go to throw it away but realize that someone might find it in her trash and think that it is hers. She hides it away instead. Later that night, the image of the woman sucking on the big cock pervades her dreams. Try as she might, she can't shake the image. She gets up and digs out the tape again. She watch as the woman coaxes an orgasm and seems to relish licking up all of his spunk. She continues to watch as the scene shifts again and the woman is riding his erection with her breasts bouncing up and down. She is whooping and hollering as she seems to be really enjoying the ride. Disgusted again she hides the tape away. Several times over the next few days, the images from the tape come to her mind. She are drawn back to the tape over and over again as she soak in more scenes of couples engaging in carnal pleasure. Eventually, she reaches the end of the tape. Guiltily, she rewinds it and begins it from the start instead of the middle. The opening scene is of a woman alone in a room. She is looking at magazines. She realizes that these are pornographic magazines as she begins to massage her breasts under her blouse. The images in the magazine are of couples in various sexual positions. As she continues to page through the magazine she puts her hand into her panties and begins rubbing herself. This brings obvious pleasure to her countenance. The panties come off and the camera zooms in on her pussy as she begins to insert her finger and works herself into a frenzy. She feels a now familiar twinge in her loins. She touches her own panties and find them soaked. She cannot resist touching her self and begin rubbing her self through her panties. As she strokes her self her pussy lips naturally part and she find more pleasure rubbing between them. Soon she feels the urge to press deeper but the panties are preventing penetration. She removes them and begins finger fucking herself. She brings herself to a climax quickly. This is better than any sex she has ever had. As the days go by she finds herself masturbating more often. She watches the tape over and over until she practically has it memorized. Including the 900 number ads and the porn site ads. She has had a computer for years and is quite adept at e-mail and searches. She begins surfing to porn sites that interest she. Eventually, she stumbles across personal ads. After reading many, she decides that she have been lonely too long and are ready to be with a man. She post an ad. Honest and innocent, she admit her lack of real experience. She is overwhelmed by the response. As she begins reading, she are disgusted by the majority of responses. These responses consist of crude language and even cruder suggestions. Many replies simply consist of pictures of their penis. A few responses are actually tender. She picks out a couple of the sweeter ones to reply to. She ends up flirting for several days with these guys and end up expanding her circle to include some of the other sweet responses. Eventually, she agrees to meet one of the guys. She is extremely nervous as she drive to the rendezvous. She immediately likes the guy and dinner puts she more at ease. After dinner, she drives with him to a remote area to sit and talk some more. She is ready when he slides over and begins kissing her. His tongue is soft and smooth against hers. She feels that now familiar twinge in her pussy and she know that she want this man. She wants his hard cock deep inside of her. She doesn't object as his hands find their way to her breasts. She groans appreciatively as his hands gently massage each breast. This encourages him and he reaches under her blouse and bra to get skin on skin contact with her breasts. She continues to kiss him passionately as his hands explore her breast and back. When she breaks kissing for air he begins kissing her neck. This increases the lustful feeling in her loins. She responds by unbuttoning her blouse to give his mouth full access to her breasts. She is in heaven as his mouth lightly sucks each breast and his tongue teases each tender nipple. He works his way back up her neck and to her eager mouth. She decides that she must have his cock soon. She fumbles at his zipper and manage to undo his pants. He has to help her free his erection from his underpants. He gasps as she licks the tip of his cock. It has a tangy odor and a salty flavor that she decides she likes. She begins licking his shaft like the girls in the videotape. She finds that she enjoys the obvious pleasure that she is bringing to her friend. She takes the cock into her mouth and begins to suck. Her lips slide up and down his cock and he quickly cums in her mouth. He finally reaches up under her dress and finds her panties soaking wet. He pulls them off and begins kissing her mound. This is better than she had ever imagined it could be. Before long his tongue is teasing her clit and his finger is pressing in and out of her pussy. She cums in a great lunge against his face. He recognizes that this has happened and ends his efforts on her pussy. She is far from satisfied and begs him to fuck her. He smiles and places himself between her legs. His cock slides gently into her pussy and she realizes that this is what she has been missing her entire adult life. Her eyes roll back as he begins stroking in and out. She wraps her legs around the back of his and helps push his cock further into her hungry pussy. They are both sweating profusely as he brings her to a messy climax. They kiss and cuddle for an hour or so before they dress and go her own ways. A couple of weeks later she meets the same man again. They skip dinner and get right to business. It is good, but not like the first time. She wonders what happened to the magic. She finds out when she meets the next guy and the encounter is better than the first. She realizes that it is in part the newness and discovery that she craves. Another encounter with a third man is less than satisfactory. She realizes that it has to be the right kind of guy, that not just anyone will do. She finds that she want tenderness combined with passion. If only she could find that all the time. The search continues... Fallen Angel I soared through the clouds over the ancient countryside, the breezes chilling me even as the evening sun's disappearing rays warmed me. It had been nearly a hundred years since I last visited this part of the Earth. I wondered what changes I would find. The fields glowed green and gold, the autumn air crisp in the growing gloom. The Carpathian mountains stretched as they had for millenia, a smudge on the horizon in front of me, a shadow as the dying sun reflected on them. As I approached one of their tiny stone villages, I spied a lovely young woman singing and swinging a basket of vegetables on her arm as she walked from the fields, heading to her simple home at the end of another day. Curious about how the mortals had changed since my last walk amongst them, I turned and glided above her in the deepening shadows. She walked unaware of my presence, as Angels can only be seen by mortals when we choose to be seen. I landed behind her, walking close to her, enjoying her dark hair and olive skin and voice lilting in ancient harvest song. "Very young," I remember thinking, "not more than 20 years old." Dress amongst these people had changed little in the hundred years or more since I last came here. Her skirts fell below her knees, revealing her dusty bare feet. Her apron pockets bulged with more vegetables, which she unloaded as she entered the house onto a square wooden table near the fireplace. She stirred the fire, adding wood to build it up. Evenings are cold in the foothills at that time of year. She moved toward a basin, pouring water from the pitcher. She used as rag to wipe her face and hands, slowly unbuttoning her blouse to rinse dried sweat from her neck. She splashed water on her fair face, the water dripping down her and catching like jewels in her long sooty lashes in the firelight. She picked up a rough cloth to dry her face. Her hands slowly unbuttoned the simple bodice of her dress more, revealing beautiful breasts with dark nipples. She dried her chest, the cool air causing her nipples to respond, just a bit. She paused, then seemed frozen in place. She stared across the room towards me, and I nearly panicked, wondering if I'd somehow been discovered. Her skin prickled visibly, her nipples distending in fear, and it was only then that my panic allowed me to sense the third presence in the room. I turned to look for this presence but stopped as I saw two glowing red eyes suddenly materialize behind the girl. They stared unmovingly not at the girl but directly at me; their merciless glow reaching deep into my soul, binding me. I was scared, and I was not accustomed to being afraid of anything. My fear grew exponentially as I realized that I, too, was helpless against this intruder. A being slowly came into the light, and the redness faded from its eyes as it does from the eyes of hunters. He looked absolutely normal then, but more handsome than any mortal I had ever encountered in all my long, long years. He had long dark hair curling about his ears and neck and the palest of grey eyes, still able to fix me as they had when they appeared as coals. His skin was unnaturally pale and his face was planed with high delicate bones, giving him the look of royalty. His lips were quite red, sensually full and lush. To my great surprise, my terror was shot with a physical desire such as I had never known. My lust made me more afraid than ever because I had never felt it before, either. This man was dressed in black clothes that suited his coloring and made him even more attractive; he had the look of the minions of the archangel Lucifer. But this evil looking creature was human and immortal simultaneously. My senses reeled in mental and physical confusion of so many unexpected and new thoughts and feelings. The beast moved slowly behind the girl, who was motionless as a bird hypnotized by a snake. He approached her slowly, her body trembling as he came. His eyes never left mine. And then he smiled. Oh, God, I whispered, for suddenly I knew. His white teeth were framed by long fangs, shattering the image of humanity. The dark shadows on his face contrasted bleakly with the bright ivory. His smile twisted his face cruelly, somehow adding to its beauty. He knew I was afraid, knew I was completely defenseless against him, and he was enjoying it. "Watch my lovely angel. Watch and learn," he whispered. He reached out to the girl, gripping the back of her long, delicate neck. A quiet sigh escaped her lips and her lashes quivered as her eyes closed in ecstasy. I could not take my eyes from his talon where it held the girl. He drew her back, his fingers leisurely pulling her tresses away from her shoulder as his lips and tongue lap at the bared skin, trailing kisses. His other hand slid down her shoulder and pulled her back flush against his body. He held her very firmly, still kissing the back of her neck. His hands pressed down her sides, then up again cupping her naked breasts. She moaned again, arching against him, as his fingertips toyed with her painfully erect nipples. My body ached. I wanted him to be touching me. I looked back into his eyes. His eyes were burning into mine. He pushed her jaw up at a cruel angle to reach her throat. His tongue snaked from between his fangs to lap at her jugular, caressing proprietarily the pulse of blood there. For a moment he seemed almost gentle, though his cold eyes belied the languor of his movements. His nails slashed downward, causing the girl to jump at his sudden movements. Her skirts fell to the floor leaving her naked. The fiend's long fingers pressed immediately into the valley between the girl's legs, making me suddenly aware of my own wetness as his fingers glistened with the her juices. Her body trembled, her face a mask of pleasure as he probed the delicate skin. He pulled the girl around, arranging the two of them so that I could still watch, and she looked at him without really seeing him as he freed his manhood from his clothing. He pushed it into her immediately, and she threw her head back, gasping in passion and sagging in his grip as he forced himself into her. He swept the basin from its stand, shattering it on the floor. He balanced the girl on the edge of the table pumping himself deeply into her, again and again. The vampire smiled again at me, horrible with evil and malice. I was actually jealous of that girl. I wanted him to be fucking me. Growling, the vampire opened his mouth widely, sinking his teeth into the girl's neck. She moaned and began shaking, whether in orgasm or in pain it was impossible to tell. His hands roughly kneaded at her breasts as he drank from her, a trickle of blood escaping across her breasts. She cried out again, tears trailing from her closed eyes. The vampire began writhing animalistically against her frail body, thrusting savagely, hands twisting her skin. His sucking grew feverish in its intensity. She inhaled again, a rattle in her throat, and moved no more. And I realized that throughout this macabre dance the vampire's gaze had not left me. Not once. I was breathing quickly, my chest actually heaving, when he dropped the girl, pulling his cock from her, her body sprawling, forgotten, on the wooden floor. Silently he approached me, still erect, removing his clothing as he advanced, an evil, gleeful grin twisting his blood-stained lips. I tried to move, to run, to will my wings to life, but I was caught in his presence and nothing save death would pull me from it. "I have never tasted the blood of an immortal before," he remarks cynically, almost casually as he stood naked before me. He obviously enjoyed my wide eyes examining his beautiful body. "Is it as sweet as your pretty face?" His icy hands touched mine, entwining my fingers in a firm grip, shocking me like cold water. He slowly drew my arms up over my head, pushing me with an unearthly ease, forcing me against the stones of the fireplace behind me. My whole body was pulsing already with unbelievable heat. His nails scraped down my exposed arms tickling and chilling my skin. His face moved toward mine, the beautiful glittering eyes drinking in my mouth, my throat. He caressed my cheek with his. The cold skin rasped against my own, the still-warm blood smearing across my face. I was having difficulty breathing. God, I wanted him inside me so badly. He backed away, locking his alien eyes into my own again. That's where the fire was in him. It was burning me. His hands moved down over my shoulders to grip the top of my robe. The fabric tore easily as the vampire exposed my body. The rag of my robe hung loosely over my bosom. My hands were still against the stones of the fireplace above my head, where he had put them. With a painful deliberateness, his glacial hand slid down between my breasts, burning, softly forcing the robe to fall away. Oh, I wanted, I wanted him to touch me. And then his eyes dropped from mine for the first time to look at my body. For the briefest of moments, he was mesmerized by the luminous skin, the golden hair at my crotch. For that flash of time we were equally locked in place by the other. The beast's eyes again met my own, a surprise and real physical lust filtering through the malice. The vampire made a soft sound in his throat, then touched his lips ever so gently to mine. And I was unafraid. I put my arms around his neck, pushing my fingers into that dark coarse hair, kissing him back, feeding on his mouth as he would be feeding on me, I knew he would do it in spite of his confusion, and I wanted it. His fingers began a slow, circular dance around my breasts. The chill caused gooseflesh and tightened my nipples. He grazed the skin, avoiding contact with my erect nipples. His tongue traced the shape of my lips, parting them with a gentleness that seemed foreign to him. I Found myself trembling from his touch. My legs seemed scarcely able to support me as warm waves of passion washed over me. I felt the vampire's mouth at my ear, then my jaw. He trailed slowly, ever so slowly to my extended neck. His mouth opened and I felt the sharpness of his teeth like needles on my skin. He paused there, hovering over my vein, then by sheer determination pulled his head down further to my collarbone, kissing softly at the skin there, causing me to close my eyes, lashes fluttering. He turned me around. My eyes searched the stone of the fireplace as he pressed against me, his hands easily encircling my waist. I looked to see the well-kept, long-nailed fingers smooth down the skin over my hips, rising finally to my breasts as he kissed the back of my neck, swirling knots with his tongue tip. My wings fluttered, feathers brushing his prick, which trembled with his desire. But his will had strengthened through many lifetimes, as had mine, and he forced himself again to wait. He moved between my wings and body, the tiny feathers there tantalizing his chest, brushing his nipples. His whole body was tense with a physical desire, which obviously surprised him as much as it had me. His hands moved in opposite directions, one sliding lazily down my belly toward the golden fleece as the other found my nipple at last, trapping it between two fingers, squeezing and pulling. His hand pressed against my mound. I gasped and moved in his grip, feeling his hard prick pressing against me, finding its way between my legs. He moved his hips, teasing me with his cock. It was cold like the rest of him, making me shiver. His teeth now at the back of my neck nipped and stung the flesh. I forced myself back against him, rubbing sensuously against his hard shaft. I wanted him inside. He gasped at my sudden boldness and roughly gripped my breasts. His mouth became wanton against my back and shoulders. I lined his prick up with my wet slit, rubbing it up and down. He thrust suddenly and brutally into me, wrenching a moan from my throat. That was a sound he had never heard before, apparently, musical to his human ears, causing him to pause, even as I desperately moved around him. I could sense his confusion. He abruptly bent me over, forcing me to hold the fireplace stones for balance as he pushed deeper, then deeper into me. He withdrew, thrusting deeply again, moving with slow, long strokes into me. I had never felt anything like it, wonderful sparks and flames of urgency that were fanned when he made me wait. I folded my wings caressingly along the his back as he slewed into me. The feathers' downy touch along his skin caused his flesh to shiver as mine did. His long fingers slipped between my legs, stroking my bud in rhythm with his thrusts into me. I gasped and arched into him, putting a hand underneath to fondle his balls. My hand met his and our fingers entwined, rubbing my flesh and his indiscriminately. And he withdrew, leaving me empty. I protested softly as he faced me again, backing towards the girl's small bed, pulling me by our still-entwined fingers. His eyes were wide, nearly innocent. He arranged me on my back on the bed, helping me smooth my fluttering wings, and bent over me, flicking his tongue across my nipples, sucking them between his teeth delicately. One finger tested my moisture, sensually dipping into me and rubbing across my clit before he brought it to his lips as our eyes locked again. He put his finger in his mouth, licking it clean, moaning softly his enjoyment. I took his pulsing member in my hands, rubbing up and down his shaft, guiding him to me, inserting him myself into my soaking pussy. He tried to hold back, to prolong the experience, but I just couldn't wait any more and I wrapped arms and legs around him, coaxing him deeper, undulating my hips to draw him inside. His eyelids fluttered in disbelief as he fought for control, but he was slipping and, finally, unable to control himself any longer against the sweet gentle compulsion of my wet cunt wrapped around him, he slammed his entire length inside me. Our moans mingled as our mouths meet in a deep, passionate kiss. He began pounding into me with all of his strength, thrusts that only an immortal could withstand. My hips snapped forward, meeting his, grinding together, half making love, half animalistic fucking, pistoning long and deep and hard, an endless onslaught. He dipped his face into the hollow of my neck and opened his mouth wide... His fangs sank deep into my neck as his cock buried itself inside me. It was like having every nerve in my body plucked at the same time, exquisite. He growled, then screamed into me, climaxing instantly. My wings extended fully above me as I pressed against him, encouraging him to move deeper and deeper inside me, feeling the warm wetness trickle down over my chest. Passion, fear and lust all raged inside of me. He began to weep, drawing more and more of my life force. I felt a building, a tension, an exquisite pain and he thrust even harder as I came, spasming, crying out, screaming for more, spiraling into darkness. I awoke trembling and weak, the light of the new dawn filtering into the room. The vampire was gone as was the unfortunate girl whom he had drained of life. My ragged robes lay on the floor. I rose, slowly, sleepily from the girl's bed, deciding against clothing since mortals cannot see me anyway. I fled the house, returning home, springing into the clouds quickly to return to my place of safety. My skin tingled with goose bumps as I remembered the unearthly touches and caresses. I can still feel his hands on my breasts, his cock inside me, moving, thrusting, fucking me. I wanted him again right then. I want him now. The almost wounded look on his face as I last saw it causes tears to slide down my face every time I think of it because I love him, too. Fallen Angel - Blind Date A mutual friend of ours has sent us out together on a blind date. We haven't even spoken on the phone – I was just told to show up at the restaurant at 8pm wearing a blue rose. I get there a few minutes early and sit at the bar sipping a drink. I turn around to check the door again, and suddenly you're standing barely a foot away from me. ''Hi'' you say, and introduce yourself. You shake my hand and you have a strong, firm grip. You look into my eyes and tell me "I think we're going to have a good time tonight". Then you drop your gaze to my chest for a second and give me a wicked smile. You're already making me wet. The waiter comes over and informs us that our table is ready, and you take me by the upper arm and guide me through the room. When we are seated, reading the menus, you lean across and whisper to me "Are you wearing panties?" Blushing, I smile at you and say "Yes, of course". "Then take them off and give them to me", you demand. "Here. Take them off now", you move around to sit next to me and reach under the table with one hand. You rest it on my knee for a second and then run it up the inside of my thigh – making me gasp and look around. "Stop" I whisper fiercely, "No", you whisper back, grinning at me, "Not until I have those panties". With that your hand moves higher and higher. I yelp and try to cover it with a coughing fit, convinced that the whole restaurant must be aware of what is going on. Your hand starts to tug at the waistband of my panties and I smile and lift my ass slightly to allow you to slide them off. I draw up my legs under the table and you slip the underwear off and put them in you pocket. "That's better", you sigh. Just then the waiter returns to take our order. Once he has left, you again reach under the table. You move your hand up towards my stomach, gently brushing my clit with your fingers on the way. I become very wet in response to your touch, and you smear your fingers with my juices and lift them to your mouth. Then you put your fingers into my mouth and I suck on them… This goes on for a while until the waiter returns with our meals. Once he leaves, you tell me to spread my legs, and I eat like this, my pussy beginning to ache… in a low voice you tell me that you are becoming very hard and your cock is throbbing, and you take one of my hands and guide it to your lap to show me… it feels rock hard to me. We eat in silence for a few minutes and then you grab my wrist and pull me over to you, whispering into my ear, "Go to the bathroom and wait for me!" A minute later you follow me in and push me into a cubicle. I sit on the toilet lid while you release your straining cock from your pants and I take it in both hands and kiss it. I kiss it all over; I run my tongue up the underside and take the head in my mouth. Sucking, my hot wet mouth wrapped around your hard throbbing cock. You push in a bit more and I take you deeper in. I'm fondling your balls in my hand, squeezing them, tugging on them, while slowly taking more of your cock in my mouth. Can feel it nudging my throat. You start sliding it in and out… in and out, faster and faster, going further and further with every stroke until I'm swallowing your whole cock… You slowly pull your cock out of my mouth and tell me to stand up. You turn me around and tell me to grab my ankles… I do. You lift up my dress and run your hand over my bare ass. I feel your tongue in my pussy, in my ass, licking me… mmm… feels so good. You stick a finger in my pussy and slide it in and out. I moan and squirm on it. You put a second finger in, then a third… by now juices are running down my thighs and I'm pimping my hips back into you. I feel you put a finger just inside my ass and I push back onto it, swallowing your finger… You fuck me like this for a few minutes, then all of your fingers leave me and I feel the tip of your cock pushing into my hot, wet, aching pussy. You shove into me and I lose my balance and fall against the door. You throw your weight onto me, fucking me like a man possessed, ramming your big thick cock into me as hard as possible. You reach around and find my breasts, squeezing them, pinching my nipples, shoving your cock into me… I drop one hand to my clit and rub it… I moan… you tell me you are cumming, so I thrust my hips back into you hard, and rubbing my clit faster and faster… aaahhh… we both explode at the same time, you shoot your hot cum into me, over my back and ass… aaahhh… You clean yourself off, zip up your pants and leave the bathroom, telling me you'll see me back at the table… and to think about all the wicked things you're gonna do to me when you get me home with you... Fallen Angel - Caning We're on the sofa watching an ice-hockey match. You're sitting at one end, and I'm lying down with my head in Your lap. You're absently stroking my hair, and every now and then You reach down and touch my ass, rubbing your hand over it and occasionally pinching one of the still-fresh welts, smiling whenever I wince or flinch. You're explaining the game to me, but as soon as I think I've got it straight in my head, something happens that confuses me again so I give up attempting to understand it. I'm content just to be there with You, enjoying Your touch. You try to explain one of the finer points of the game to me yet again, but all I'm seeing is young men slamming each other into walls and ice and chasing a small black object around like it was a life-or-death thing. "Why not just give them one each?" I ask, "Wouldn't that make everyone happy?". You grin at me and reply "Now where is the fun in that? Don't you like watching these boys chasing around?" I just smile up at You, knowing better than to try to answer that one… The game apparently ends with Your team winning, which brings a smile to Your face, "At last, that's the first one they've won all season". With that, You pull me into a sitting position and say, "Now, we're going out in a little while. I'm going to be punishing you, you know why, and if you embarrass me at all, in any way, you will regret it? Understand?" "Uh, yeah, sure Sir, whatever You say" I reply, a little unsure of what I'm agreeing to here, "What are You planning on doing?" You slap me once, hard, across the face. "When I want you to know what I'm doing, I'll tell you. You're going to learn a lesson in obedience and self-control". I lower my eyes and bow my head slightly "Yes Master", I say quietly. "Good. Now, what did I promise you last night?" "Last night Sir? Uh?" "What…did…I… promise…you…last…night?" You repeat threateningly. "Um, Sir, You … uh", my mind goes completely blank for a very long minute. "Oh. Right. You said You were going to, um, cane me again today Sir", I finally come out with, after an unacceptable period. You look at me coldly for a second, and then say "It was going to be 10 strokes when we got home - it's now 12 strokes - BEFORE we go out". I open my mouth (foolishly, I know) to protest, but before I can get a word out You say, "And if I hear anymore nonsense from you, it'll be a dozen more when we get back – and then every morning and evening for two weeks". I close my mouth with a snap, resolving to behave myself and obey You immediately and without question from now on; (which I know I should be doing anyway, but I realize lately I haven't been, and that's what this punishment is all about.) "Sir I'm sorry. Whatever You want. I know I deserve this, I've been leading up to it for weeks now, I know. Please, don't be mad at me, Master, I'll be good I swear." You reach out and take my face in one of Your hands, "I have a friend, a Mistress, who would love nothing better than to have a disobedient little slave to punish and amuse Herself with. Annoy me again tonight, and I'll give you to Her for a week – and believe me, you won't enjoy a single second of it. I'm a teddy bear compared to what She'll do to you…" I stare at You and nod silently, not trusting myself to speak at all. You sigh and smile tenderly at me, "You are right to be afraid dear. But you do know, don't you, that it's all for your own good. You need to be corrected for your mistakes, for disobedience – what sort of Master would I be if I let you get away with things? Hmmmm? You need to remember one thing, and one thing only. Serving me is the most important thing in your life – if I'm happy, you're happy. You seem to have forgotten this lately." I nod unhappily at You, knowing everything You say is true. You kiss me gently on the forehead and say to me softly, "Go wash your face, fetch my cane and be back here, ready for me in 20 minutes." "Yes Master" I reply, with confused feelings. How can You be so hard, so unyielding and yet at the same time be so tender and understanding? I frown slightly to myself. You give me a couple of light taps on the cheek, saying with a smile "Go on now …you're thinking too much, and besides, you don't want to keep me waiting do you?" I grin at You and jump up quickly, shaking my head. I look back as I get to the door and call out over my shoulder, "Thanks Master". You point at the door and say with mock seriousness "Go…" - I hear You chuckling as I leave I go up to the bathroom and wash my face with cold water, thinking how lucky I am to have a Master who cares enough to not let me get away with … well, with anything, and cares enough to not listen when I say no. After all, half the reason I misbehave is to see if I can get away with it, and the fact that He calls me on it, (and won't tolerate it) is re-assuring. I smile to myself, it means He must care I turn off the water and dry my face. Humming to myself, I wander into Your study and retrieve the cane You want. As I pick it up, I'm suddenly reminded of what it's going to feel like on top the welts from last night, and the humming stops abruptly. Shit. It's going to hurt like hell. Why do I have to behave badly? Why don't I just do as He wants? I know I'm going to eventually anyway, so why put us both through this adolescent crap? I sigh to myself, promising yet again to reform I go back downstairs to wait for You. I sit on the sofa crossed legged with the cane across my lap, head leaning back, eyes closed. Shit! I jump up as if bitten by a snake – I guess I should be naked for You. I quickly strip off all my clothes and start hurriedly folding them, or at least getting them all into a pile. I sit back on the sofa, with the cane over my legs again, just as You walk back in the room. You smile slightly when You see me sitting there, "Well done dear. I think that's the first time in a week you haven't kept me waiting for you. Are you ready?" I nod my head vigorously, "Yes Master, absolutely". "Good. Put the cane on the floor, come round to the back of the sofa and bend over it". I do as You command, placing my hands on the seat for balance. I feel You running Your hands over my ass and thighs, "You know, I much prefer it when you are marked. I think I'll keep you that way for a few weeks – it'll give you a constant reminder of me if nothing else". I hear You laugh softly as a shudder runs through me. "Spread your legs wide my dear, we're going to warm you up a bit first". I spread my legs as wide as I can immediately, and feel You pushing me slightly forward so that my hips on the sofa support all my weight. "You will not move from this position, you understand me? I don't care how much it hurts, or how badly you feel the need to move, you will stay put." " Yes Sir", I whisper, trying to control the trembling that threatens to buckle my knees. *Crack* the first lash of Your belt lands in the middle of my buttocks, causing me to jerk my head up and cry out. The second whips across the top of my thighs and burns. I cry out loud but manage to not move. The next few all land on my ass, making me scream loudly and causing my ass to start burning and throbbing. "Sir, please…God it hurts so much!!!" You stop. "You want me to stop hitting your ass for a minute?" "Yes, just for a minute Sir" I snivel. "Alright then", You reply, and You kick my legs even further apart. "Don't move", You remind me threateningly. The next lash snaps up between my legs and hits me hard on my pussy, "OOWW Godddamn" I yell. The next two hit in exactly the same place and I feel the universe spinning around me, oblivious to everything except the pain. Tears are streaming down my face. You leave my pussy alone for a while, concentrating the next volley of blows on my inner thighs. "Master oh god I'm so sorry please please please …" The belt hits me once more, very hard, on my pussy, and then I sense You walking around to the front of the sofa. I stay in place, crying softly. After a minute I lift my head slightly and see You standing in front of me holding Your cane. I let my head fall again and my whole body slumps. Somehow, inexplicably, I'd managed to forget about it, the cane. But suddenly, it's the most important thing in the world, and it's about to cause me incredibly intense pain. You pull my head up with one hand and kiss me long and deep, then move away again with another reminder not to move. I feel You behind me once more, touching the raises and welts. "Mmmm, I love seeing you like this, hurting from my strokes, offering yourself to me like this … you're getting me so hard", and to prove Your point, You press Your groin hard up against my throbbing ass, and I feel Your cock jumping. I push back at You a little, smiling when I hear You groan. You move away and swat me on the ass, "That's enough… for now". You tap the cane against my leg, "There's still the matter of your disobedience to be dealt with. I want you to think about why this is happening, and what you are going to do to ensure we don't have a repeat performance any time soon", and with that, You strike with the cane. I feel it land, and then bam! The pain hits like a runaway train. "Oh my god", I cry out, biting my own wrist to keep from yelling. The next three come so close together that they illicit a single scream from me, and I can't stop my hips from coming up off the sofa. I'm crying freely now, wondering how I can ever survive another eight strokes. "Shhh…" You whisper into my ear. "You know this is what you deserve, what you need don't you?". "Y-y-yes Master", I sob, "but Sir, it hurts damn much". "Of course it hurts dear, there wouldn't be much point otherwise would there?". You push my hips back on to the sofa saying "Now hold still … I'm almost done". You target the tops of my thighs for the last eight strokes, four on each, and by the time You're done, I've pretty much yelled myself hoarse. I start to raise myself from the sofa but Your hand pushing on the back of my neck stops me. I feel Your other hand fumbling with Your zipper, and then You sink Your hard, throbbing cock into my aching, wet pussy, ramming it all the way in. We both groan out loud, and You're pumping it into me harder and harder as I grind myself back against You. Just as I feel the first contraction of an orgasm beginning to happen, You pull out of me and spin me around to face You. "No", You smile, "This is the lesson in self control. You will not come until I allow you to – and I'm not going to let you. Not tonight anyway". I stare at You like You've just told me that the earth is really flat after all. "But…but…Sir…I thought… I mean …" "You want to argue with me about it?" I gulp. "No, no, of course not Master …" "Good. There is, however, no reason that I shouldn't get off whenever I feel like it, is there?" I shake my head. You look at me – "Well then…?" I glance down at Your cock and then look back into Your eyes as realization dawns on me. I sink to my knees in front of You and You wrap both Your hands in my hair, whilst kicking my knees wide apart, saying "Don't you dare try to close them…". I open my mouth and gently suck Your balls in, but You get impatient with this after only a few seconds, and pull my head back to push Your by-now-huge cock deep into my mouth. I move up and down on it, feeling it nudge the back of my throat every time You push a bit further. You start moving faster, pulling my head right into You, forcing Your cock all the way down my throat. You start spurting into me, growling, "Swallow it all, bitch, every last drop". I suck on You and swallow as fast as I can, and it just keeps on coming, drowning me. You don't let up at all until You've finished completely, "Ahhhh God", I hear You groaning. You pull me up to my feet to kiss me, placing one hand on my very wet, very hot and very, very horny pussy. "I'm definitely going to have to keep you like this for a while", You grin at me. I start to squirm on Your hand, and You put two fingers inside my pussy while Your thumb rubs my clit. I grind my hips round, but soon (too soon!) You move Your hand away saying, "I think we're in for a fun night dear. I imagine you're going to find this part of the punishment far worse than any pain inflicted on you by my cane". You thrust one finger, hard, up into my ass, and again tease my clit with Your thumb, "Oh yes, I'm really going to enjoy this…."