0 comments/ 32113 views/ 6 favorites Heartbeat By: TheDR4KE The first thing I notice as I step outside is the city's heartbeat. It was early to leave the party, but late to walk home alone. The little noises of the city at night, usually comforting in their presence and familiarity, all sound forced to me. Like the struggles and whimpering of a lover caught in a nightmare, and the sheets. Every movement furtive. Every noise around me sudden and plucking at my nerves. Why am I feeling like this? It's not the safest part of town, but I've made my way home by myself before. The homeless look, but stay, and the really bad sorts are in a much seedier part of town. Who is that? Across the street? The goth? A shadow. Why am I so tense, damn it? The goth, that's why. That guy scared me. Not like guys packing a gun or fucked on drugs. That's always trouble at parties. No, there was something much weirder about him. Nice, straight cut, almost minimalist, black expensive looking clothes, but wearing a cape. White skin to make a porcelain doll proud. Black hair. It's a look, and there's all types at the parties I go to, but no one I've met ever pulled it off quite like that. He didn't look like he was just wearing it for Halloween either. I'm hardly scared by goths though. But his eyes ... he pinned me down, held me with a look, and as those dark-of-night eyes looked into my mind I stood transfixed -- and terrified. That's when I left, and I guess going out into the city scared was my big mistake. Predators sense fear, and the prey know it. I'm seeing him everywhere now. In the shadows, down alleys, up ahead. It's always as if he was just standing there, looking at me. Until I notice him -- and then he becomes just a shadow again. I'm tired and scared and my fear is toying with me, and I wish it would stop. A hand reaches out from a doorway and bars my path. Long white fingers. No figment this, surely. "You left the party." He steps out and faces me. Those eyes. Now I feel guilty, like a scolded child. This is ridiculous! I'm a grown woman who can come and go as she pleases. But right now I'm only a terrified little girl in big trouble. He turns away, and his black hair and cape blend into the shadows so that he appears to disappear. Except that now I can see the wall where he was. Was he even here? Am I still caught up in my world of fear, made even more vivid through giving it so much attention? And now the city too has become dead still. No cars, no fights, no humming clicking talking comfortable lives from behind the walls or around the streets. Just my heartbeat ... and my breath ... and his. He's behind me! I spin around to see him standing silently, a little smile playing over his lips. He steps up closer to me, holding me again with his eyes. But that intense searching is gone now, and in its' place is only hunger and certainty. Damn but he looks and smells good. So strong. I can feel his breath on my face, he's so close now. And then I'm looking down an empty street again. I breathe out. Aaa my neck. Pain. He's behind me! The cape ... I can't ... see [Darkness] The first thing I notice as I come to is my heartbeat. I can hear it, feel it, taste it, see it behind my closed eyes. Then I notice the softness and warmth, and the smells. Opening my eyes I'm taken aback by the luxury, the opulence. Dark reds, earthy tones, wood, the flickering glow of candle light to illuminate ... and to cast shadows that have lives of their own. I can smell incense and the candles and, underneath it all, his smell. Or maybe scent would be the better word to use. It's primal. I'm lying on a bed, satin sheets, down pillows. Bound with scarves to the posts, as I suddenly realise, and stripped down to my lingerie. Silk and satin and skin, but I'm warm. My senses are overwhelmed by the rush of hyper-reality and my head spins. Closing my eyes all I can see are his, all I can feel is his touch. His name rings in my head like a bell. It flows through me as if it was written on every red blood cell. Raphael. Raphael. Ra. Pha. El. I hadn't even known it before, and now it is all I know. The memory of touch rises again out of the maelstrom of emotion. I can imagine his hands running over my skin. His fingertips brushing against me gently, his nails scraping, his lips wet and hot on my neck, my chest. No imagination this: He's here! My eyes spring open and I'm staring into his, only a hand's breadth away from my face. How did he climb onto the bed, onto me, without my noticing? At first his eyes reflect the intelligence and intensity I felt at the party. He looks into me and when he sees that I'm aware, alive, he looks inside himself and changes into an animal. No physical warping or Hollywood special effects, but a look on his face. He looked inside himself and saw his desire, and then he submitted to his lust like a diver jumping of the high board. One moment he was human, the next he is a black panther stalking me with sinuous, lithe movements of pure sex. I should be mad with fear, but instead I'm filled with heat. As his eyes drink in my curves my breath becomes more laboured, shorter, harder. He resumes his exploration of touch ... fingertips, nails, lips ... and his tongue drawing lines over my body, tracing out muscles and veins, following my blood as it pumps away from my heart. My blood sings out to him, my skin is flushed, my breasts are full. He reaches over the edge of the bed, out of my sight, and his hand returns holding a knife. He runs the cold steel over my body, sending shivers through me. He slides the blade under my bra and slices it up with only the softest of touches. Exposing my breasts, he toys with them with the knife, pressing the flat of the blade against them, teasing my nipples with the point until a single drop of blood wells up. Leaning down, his tongue flicks out and licks it off. I'm on fire. His tongue is replaced by his whole mouth, suckling on my tit, his teeth biting down to hold my nipple. He moves back, pulling on my breast, until finally it slides out from between his teeth. Tracing a line from the other nipple to this one, he follows it back with gentle kisses from his beautiful lips. I love the set of his shoulders, his subtle movements, swaying to an internal music of passion, lust and hunger for me. I love the feel of his hands on my body, his kisses and licks and bites on my skin. Slowly he makes his way down lower, where my sense of touch is concentrated, to the spring from which wells the heat that burns me. His fingers rubbing my pussy lips as his mouth kisses my thighs, my mound of Venus. His tongue starts to explore my pussy, sliding along it's length, between the lips, licking at my wetness, up to my clit hard underneath the hood. Sucking it in, his tongue flicking over it, swirling around it, I lose what control I had. A slow moan escapes my lips and I regain the ability to talk. "Fuck me. Please." He looks up at my request and his eyes glint with victory. He has been invited... "I'm yours." He already knows. He kisses his way to my face, reaching up to release the bonds that are no longer needed, licking down my face to my lips, over them, sliding along them until they open. His lips cover mine, and his tongue pushes forward, slowly at first, only just pushing past my lips, and then he enters my mouth as his cock enters my pussy. Sudden. Hard. Completely. I melt under him, my hips grinding against his in a rhythm of sex and lust and abandon. I've submitted to him as he submitted to his lusting passionate animal self and the sex is more than I can stand. I want to cum at the first few thrusts, but he is not ready to let me go so soon. He slows, teases, and then fucks harder. His cock sliding easily in and out of my wet pussy, tightening around his dick, holding on to it, massaging it, pulsing with him as he throbs and twitches inside of me. Although I've no strength or wish to escape, he reaches over and pins my arms down once more. I see his thirst to dominate in his eyes. I give him what he wants, struggle in his arms, let him fuck me harder and ask him to let go. He does, but not of me, of himself. Where he was a panther earlier, an animal of pure lust, now he becomes something darker, something that can only lurk in the hearts of men. He fucks me. He fills me. He dominates and owns me. I was hunted and captured, and now he takes me, as is his right. And together we cum. I would faint, but his touch calls me back. Still cuming, wave after wave washing over me, and he doesn't stop. My energy drains from me as I cum. We're connected and I can feel it flow through that touch, into him, nourishing him as he feeds off my orgasm and my release. A feeling of Universal Peace flows over me and through me, and takes me with it, down into myself, into ... [Darkness] The first thing I notice as I wake up is his heartbeat. Lying next to me in my bed, I flush at the memory he evokes of last night. My seduction by the handsome stranger at the party, the walk home with him dancing around me, and the world of fantasy he took me to as he whispered into my ear while we fucked in the dark. Heartbeat The final bell rang and she almost sprinted out of the schools. It was only two weeks to graduation and Jenny was excited and nervous. The boy she had been dating for the last three years, since she was fifteen, was coming over this afternoon. He thought it was to do a little fooling around on the sofa as they had many times before. Today was different. Jenny's parents were going to Yakima for two days starting today, Friday. Jenny, a genuine virgin, had decided to give it up to her boyfriend, Larry Miles. She was sweating slightly when she got home. Oh god, I hope I don't stink, she thought as she entered her bedroom. Stripping down, she took a shower. She did a careful assessment of her nude body in the mirror. 34C breasts, 23 inch waist, nicely flared hips, silky smooth skin and long brunette hair. With a satisfied smile she approved of what she saw. She already knew that she had above average looks. She got dressed, kissed her mom and dad goodbye and they drove away. Larry would be over in about an hour. Nervously, she moved around the house making sure that everything was perfect. Dinner would be a snap. They would order a pizza after she seduced him and consummated their relationship. She was very curious about sex and all that went with it. She had, of course, seen the movies and read the text books in sex education class but still, she wanted to test it all herself. She had never seen Larry's penis. She had squeezed it through his clothes, felt it poking her bottom when she sat on his lap and seen the bulge in his bathing suit when they went swimming. Larry had been very understanding with her and she really appreciated the fact that he had never been rough or insistent with her. She had fallen in love with him. She hoped he felt the same way about her. The doorbell rang and she was instantly damp between the legs. She practically sprinted to the door. "Hi sweetheart," Larry greeted her. She tenderly kissed his lips. "Hi, lover boy," she answered. "Come in and sit down. I'll get us something to drink." Larry came in and plopped down on the sofa. Jenny brought them a couple of cokes and sat down close to him. "Larry, there is something I've got to know. I want to talk to you about it because it has been driving me nuts for a long time." "Sure, babe, what is it?" "Larry, how do you feel about me? I want to know. I'm not just screwing around here so tell the truth." "Gee, babe, I thought it would have been obvious to you by now. I fell in love with you the first time I met you. Didn't you know?" "You can't believe how relieved I am to hear you say that. Why didn't you tell me? I didn't know if you really loved me or just needed someone to go out with." "Oh, honey, I wouldn't have stayed with you for the last three years if I didn't love you." "My parents will be gone for two days. I want you to spend them here with me." "Okay, I'll be over right after breakfast tomorrow morning. We can hang out all day." "Geez Larry, you big sweet oaf. I want you to stay here. With me. Get it?" "Do you mean spend the night with you?" "The night and the day and the night. Call your parents and tell them you won't be back until Sunday evening." Larry sprinted to the telephone and informed his parents he wouldn't be home for a couple of days. "I didn't bring any clean underwear," he told her. "We'll wash what you've got on. You won't be needing it for a couple of days anyway." He took her in his arms and tried to tenderly kiss her, but she was in no mood for the gentle approach. She rammed her tongue into his mouth and sucked hard. Her hand drifted to his cock and she rubbed it through his clothes. "Let's go to my room," she panted. He followed her down the hall and into her bedroom. She sat on the bed. "Come here Larry." He walked over to her and stood in front of her. "Get that shirt off," she whispered. Larry was on the football team. He had ripped abs and muscles everywhere. His shirt lay on the floor beside her blouse. He could see her nipples through the see-through bra. "Unsnap me," she whispered. He put his arms around her to unsnap her bra. When he did, she unzipped his pants and dropped them to them floor. She could see the large bulge in his shorts. Hooking her fingers under the elastic she lowered them to the floor revealing his rock hard penis. It was long, thick and beautiful. She wanted it more now than ever before. She stood and dropped her dress and panties. Now, toe to toe and naked, they held each other and engaged in another super kiss. She sank onto the bed and pulled him with her. They lay side by side and caressed each other. She squeezed his cock. It felt like a magic wand with a big purple knob on top. She kissed it and felt it swell even larger in her hand. Larry's hands rubbed her breasts and he bent his head to suck one of her succulent nipples into his mouth. "Oh, that feels so good," she moaned and squeezed his cock a little harder. His hand found her pussy and gently rubbed her vulva. She felt his fingers rubbing her slit. She watched as he raised one of his fingers to his lips and licked her juices from it. "Let's do it now!" she cried. She opened her legs and Larry crawled in between them. "I hope I do this right," he said, "I haven't got any experience." "Me too," she whispered as she directed his hot member to her entrance. "This might hurt you, honey." "It probably will but it won't kill me and it'll only hurt the first time," she replied. Her heart was beating a thousand miles an hour as Larry plunged through her opening, breaking her cherry and sinking deeply into her. It felt like someone had pinched her pussy hard. A tear rolled down her cheek. She suppressed a gasp. Then she felt his balls slap her butt. She felt his cock throbbing in time with his heartbeat. Even though it was the first time anything had been inside her, it didn't feel like an invader. It felt like it had always belonged there. "Give me a minute to get used to you. I've never had anything in me before." "Oh, babe, you feel incredible. I have dreamed of this for years and now I'm finally here." "It hurt a little right at first but it feels really good now. Do me and do me hard." Larry began his dance of love deep in her pussy. He could feel it flex and quiver around his super sensitive cock. She hugged his chest to her breasts as he drove into her pussy. It felt so good! She knew she could never live without his cock inside her. A feeling she had never felt before suddenly assailed her senses and took over her body. She humped wildly into him, driving him deeper and deeper. "Oh god, I'm cumming!" she cried. No longer the quiet, demur young lady, she was now a raging sex machine. Her body beat against the mattress. She had two fists full of sheet as she screamed. She felt him lunge into her and then she could feel his semen squirting deep inside her. He couldn't move for a few seconds. When he did, he gathered her into his arms and hugged her fiercely. "I love you Jenny. I want to be in your pussy all the time. I can't live without you." He rolled them over so he was still inside her on their sides and face to face. He licked the light sheen of sweat from her face and neck as she moaned her approval. She could feel every bump and wrinkle in his cock. "That is so sexy Larry. I love you more and more with each passing moment." "I'm so sorry babe. I shot you full of sperm. You could be pregnant." "I don't care, in fact, I hope I am. I want your babies." "I want that too. Let's get married this summer." She tightened her grip on him. "Did you just ask me to marry you?" "Yup." "Of course I will." Her pussy was flexing around his semi-hard cock. Soon it was at full mast. "Fuck me. Fuck me all night and all day. Don't stop." "Yes maam," he replied. Jerking his member in and out of her he found that side fucking was different from missionary. Her pussy hairs rubbed his dick harder and excited him more. He clasped her tightly to him. He could feel her heartbeat through her tits. "I wanna stay like this forever," he groaned. "Me too!" she squealed as he shot her full again. It was going to be the best weekend of their lives. Heartbeats th-thump th-thump th-thump All you hear is a heartbeat. All you see is darkness. All you can scream is emptiness. th-thump th-thump th-thump But your other senses tell you everything you need. The hard wooden chair that refused to budge no matter how hard you squirm has a soft pillow on it for your bare body's comfort. It's so unmoving, it's probably bolted down. The raw feeling on your wrists is from when you fought to break free from the plastic zipties that hold your arms and legs to the chair. The cool air that remains still on your skin raises goosebumps to the fore and hardens your nipples to a pert and erect state. th-thump th-thump th-thump Your face tells you the darkness is from a blindfold, the heartbeat is from headphones, and the emptiness of your screams is from a rubber ball-gag. th-thump th-thump th-thump You don't know how long you've been held prisoner. You were minding your own business, when a hand reached out from behind you, grabbed you, and slipped a rag over your mouth. Now you are here. You ask yourself how long you've been here. Maybe an hour? Two? Maybe a day? When you'd struggled, it felt like an eternity. You're all alone, with nobody to keep you company; at least nobody you could sense. The only sound that you can hear is the recorded sound of a heartbeat. Your only companion. th-thump th-thump th-thump You feel something on your thigh, and your entire body tenses up, begins to kick and fight. You try screaming, but the sound is empty and muffled. The fingers tracing along your thigh do not tense, or do not change their pace. They keep their steady pace, running up and down your body before brushing along the outside of your pussy, which you command to stay dry and calm. Your command is ignored, as you grow slightly damp. The fingers run up and down the slit, tiny electrical sparks of warmth running up your body as you desperately try to pull your hips away and fail. th-thump th-thump th-thump You struggle and buck and arc, fear tightening in your chest as your dissonant heartbeat grows more and more unalike the calm pulsing you feel in your ears. The owner of those fingers which began to violate you moves those fingers, up along your body, along your tummy, teasing your navel with a very light circle. As your captor's fingers move away from your pussy, your heart begins to calm slightly, before they move up and he brushes them along your nipples. Your entire body goes stiff again as fingers slowly begin to tease your left nipple, then your right. Waves of pleasure surge through you, fighting against your fear... riding on the waves of your fear. th-thump th-thump th-thump You fight your body and you fight your captor as you try to squirm and push away, your wrists begging you to stop as you tear them apart to fight the pleasure which is beginning to leak through your flesh. You want to scream 'Stop!', but it's kept in check by the gag. You don't want to keep moaning in pleasure, but it's kept in check by the gag. You don't want your pussy to keep throbbing in time with the heartbeat in your ears, but it keeps throbbing, keeps leaking lubrication all over the pillow under your ass. th-thump th-thump th-thump The stranger keeps teasing your nipples for some time before pulling away. He pulls the gag out and before you can scream the nozzle of a bottle of water is shoved in. You nearly choke, almost spitting water before you begin to drink. As one hand hydrates you, the other reaches down and begins to stroke your slit, this time slipping a finger between those folds. Warmth runs through your body as tears stream from your eyes, spikes of pleasure radiating every time his finger brushes up against your clit. th-thump th-thump th-thump The bottle of water is pulled away and you cough and sputter. You try to scream, but it just makes it worse and before you're hacking, terror arising through you as you can't breathe, having gotten water in your lungs. Your captor rubs your clit, sending powerful waves of pleasure through you. You moan inbetween your sputtering, feeling too weak from your breathing problems to struggle. Your pussy pulses harder and harder, overtaking your mind. You forget to cough and forget to breathe, and instead scream as your entire body seizes up; this time you're screaming not from fear or defiance, but from orgasm as your entire body's muscles tense up and a surge of cum flows from your body. th-thump th-thump th-thump Before you can speak or scream in terror this time, the gag is back in your mouth. After you cum, shame fills you in equal measure as a soft warmth from after you cum. You feel both empty and fulfilled at once. th-thump th-thump th-thump When your captor's mouth goes on your nipple, suddenly both disappear and you're groaning beneith your gag again, groaning and sobbing and crying as you buck and try to fight, denying your wish to feel more, denying the pleasure that their mouth and tongue is giving you. You try to escape. You try not to enjoy it as they slip a thick, long finger inside of your pussy and begin to play with you, twisting and turning and writhing it inside of you before it finds the spongy flesh of your g-spot and begins stroking deliberately. th-thump th-thump th-thump You try begging them to stop, but they won't stop, they can't even hear you. And somewhere in your silent begging you don't know if you're screaming "Stop!" or "More!" th-thump th-thump th-thump This time your own heart stops for a beat when you cum, your entire body seizing up as fluid practically sprays from your pussy as you cum harder than you've ever cum in your entire life. You sob and moan and arch your back, panting harder and harder. All the power has been taken away from your body as you twitch and throb, moaning and crying all at once. th-thump th-thump th-thump You feel the back of a blade on your wrists and on your ankles, one at a time, as your captor cuts the zipties with a razor. They... he picks you up. You can tell it's a man now. Your body is limp, but he picks you up with such ease you might as well be a stuffed animal to him. He doesn't move you far, possibly because of the cord on the headphones that keep you from hearing anything except that heartbeat. th-thump th-thump th-thump He tosses you over a nearby table, face down. You're still panting. You want to fight, but you don't want to fight. You want him to let you go, you want him to fuck you. Your pussy is dripping and throbbing and you need more. He lifts your hips up and slides a long, thick cock inside of you. It feels like it must be ten inches long, but that's probably your imagination. After sliding it in and testing your pussy, as you both feel him pulsing and your body clamping down on his, he pulls back, gets a grip on your hips, and slams you violently, letting your breasts press against the table. th-thump th-thump th-thump He begins bucking and slamming into you, jerking you back onto him. Your pussy sends waves of heat through your whole body with every push, every thobbing slam, every rush fills you as you begin to clutch him tighter and tighter. Fighting is no longer on your mind as you begin to push back into him. You moan into your gag, reaching up and pulling it out yourself. "More..." th-thump th-thump th-thump He drives his cock deeper and deeper into you, grabbing and pulling your hair as he rams you from behind. Your breasts feel the hard, wood table underneath you and even that sends more and more pleasure through you. Your entire body is burning up. You're covered in sweat and moaning and screaming and groaning and begging like an animal. "More!" th-thump th-thump th-thump You can barely hear the heartbeat now. You can barely hear anything. All you know is how full you are... how his cock is filling you. All you can feel is your body tightening as you scream out again, cover him in cum as your back arches and you put your hands on the table, barely of yourself yelling 'Yes, yes, oh god, yes!' There's no sight. No sound. All you know is what you can feel. th-thump th-thump th-thump He bucks harder and harder, aggressively, no longer even treating you like an animal but like a doll that's there for his use. You grind back as best as you can but he's hitting you too hard, too fast for you to grind, shockwaves running through your entire body as you feel another orgasm mounting. Your arms give out underneath you and your body drops to the table as you cum again, squeezing his cock for everything it's worth, feeling it shoot hot semen straight into you as he slows down, slamming you a few more times with all the power and strength in his body. th-thump th-thump th-thump You can't move. You can't scream. All you can do is pant. And when you feel him put a chlorofoam rag over your mouth again, all you can do is breathe it. You wake up in your bed. After such a dream, you think you would wake with a start, but strong, tender arms are around you, wrapped around your waist and below your breasts. They are your lover's arms. Glancing back, you see their serene face, their chest rising and falling as they sleep as the sun rises. You turn and bury your head in their chest, waking them with a confused start. They wrap their arms around your head and pull you close as you sob, ignoring their confusion. It's okay. It was all a dream, they tell you. But it wasn't. You can still feel, and now you can see, small marks from the plastic ties that bound your wrists. You can remember their scent tormenting you. And you can see a tiny hint of satisfaction in their smile. The most terrifying part, though, is how wet your pussy is still, and how you want another.