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The Horseman Ch. 01

By: dwise80



I woke up to the sound of birds and a loud whinny from one of our horses. I opened my eyes slowly as usual. I like to take in the decorations in my room slowly. I had carefully chosen all of my furniture and antique trinkets and decorations myself. I had lovely cherry wood furniture in my boudoir. The bed was a queen-sized set with very heavy solid head and footboard. . The headboard had a bookshelf in the center and carved bedposts on each side that one could easily be tied to with no worry about shaking the bed. I collect candles and candle holders too, so I had a wide selection of both. I placed candles all over my room including the wooden hanging candelabra which held 2 dozen candles all on it's own. I smoothed my nightgown and stood up to see what I could about the horse noises. The large window was on the side of my room and that portion of the wall was rounded so that I put a violet cotton boucle covered papasan chair in the middle of it. As I sat and looked out the window I saw a man with one of the chestnuts, Lady. She was mine. I had chosen her especially because of her beautiful blond mane. 

Lady looked a little out of sorts, and no wondering why. I didn't recognize him either. I opened my window a little bit and heard my father's familiar tenor voice. I seemed to remember hearing him say that there was going to be a new horseman. I suppose this was him. He was touted to be very skilled with horses, and now looking at him I wondered what else he might be skilled at doing. He looked to be about 4 inches or so shorter than my father who was a burly 6'2" tall. He was wearing a black tee shirt rolled up at the sleeves and very nicely fitting faded denim jeans. I could see that he had a medium sort of build and was hoping that he was well muscled under his clothing. Most horsemen are in good physical shape, it is part of the requirement in order to be able to handle the horses properly. I thought that I should go to get a closer look at this sandy brown haired newcomer to our ranch. 

I stood and stretched my arms up over my head took a deep breath and went over to the mirror. I had on a white cotton nightgown that looked to be an extra-long poet's blouse. It had ruffles at the sleeves and around the neckline. The front had a very deep plunge that ended 4 inches below my cleavage and tied at just about the same level as my pink sensitive nipples. I had inherited my bust line from my very well endowed grandmother. She very proudly told me one day that she measured 36 FF and had a 25" waist and 39" hips when she married my grandfather. It is no surprise to me then that being 23 years old now, I measure the same thing as she did then. My very generous breasts are so nicely shaped that they barely need any support at all. A good thing too because I am well aware that they weigh enough to make my back hurt when I slouch. I now am standing in front of my oval beveled mirror which is much taller than I. As I undo the bow at my breasts I anticipate the cotton falling loosely from my nipples. They always perk up like hard blackberry candies and almost as big around too as soon as the cotton falls away and the next breeze comes across them. It is a delicious feeling I love playing with my breasts and tweaking my nipples. I am a very sexual person and it doesn't take much to get me going. All I had to do was see the new guy and begin to wonder about his nicely toned body. 

I finally relented and got dressed. I had to go find out more about this man leading my horse and had to wait for other satisfaction to come later. I put on my matching silk panties and bra. They were a soft pink colour and held my breasts in the right place allowing enough movement so that I almost always had stiff nipples. I think it added the right touch to my outfits I chose. Usually something that enhanced my looks. I had long reddish brown hair that I could easily sit on, and it was curly at the ends. I liked wearing dresses and skirts. So I made sure they either buttoned down or had a scoop-neck blouse. I chose a dusty pink skirt with a handkerchief hemline that showed off my shapely legs. The blouse I wore was a white silk low-necked one with a ruffle at the neck. I was going to wait for breakfast so I could be sure I didn't miss the new man. I bounded down the staircase holding onto my enormous boobs and went out the door to the back where the stable and corral were. 

I saw my father there and gave him a kiss on the cheek before asking about our newest member to the ranch staff. "Hi sweetheart, did you come out to meet our newest staff member? Remember I told you he'd be helping you train on Lady." 

"Yes, Daddy, I heard her whinny before and decided to come out. What is his name anyhow?" 

"His name is James." My father said then called him over to us. "James, come over and meet my daughter, Leeanna. " James walked over and reached out his hand to me saying "Very nice to meet you Leeanna. I hope we will work well together training you and Lady." "I'm sure we will" I said " we can even begin this morning."

James and I agreed that starting now would be a great use of time. I took Lady's reins and led her into the stable so that I could put her saddle on her and James followed me. James was quietly watching me put the gear on my horse, and complimented me on how easily it seemed to be for me. He walked around talking to me about what he had in mind for today. I listened, of course, but had my eyes on his body. I finally had my chance to find out if he was as muscular as I thought he should be for someone in his profession. His tee shirt was taut around his upper arms, just enough to conform to the outline of his well-toned arms. His blue jeans fit him very well also. They were just snug enough to be able to see that he had a great ass, and the outline of his dick gave my imagination a run for it's money. I could see that if he ended up with a hard-on he'd have a difficult time keeping himself contained inside his pants. I tried to settle myself down a little bit, getting horny right now would make the ride on Lady hard. 

I looked up and came face to face with James's deep blue eyes he had been watching me as I was staring at what was now a great enormous bulge in the front of his pants. "Leeanna, can I help you with something maybe?" James said as he walked up to me and lifted my chin so that I was looking right at him. I began to stammer, I had never been caught like that before. I was so entranced by the enormity of what I was hoping would be my prize, that I didn't realize he had not just noticed, but was enjoying my rapt gaze on his dick. James looked at me and gently slid his hand across my cheek and into my hair, then stopped at the back of my neck and pulled me into him for a kiss. He put his other hand at the small of my back and held me close and then kissed me. His lips were soft and his tongue searched for mine. He knew how to kiss a woman. I knew he was horny from seeing his hard dick in his jeans, and I was right there with him. My nipples were hard as diamonds, and I was going to need to change my panties when I got back into the house. 

When he pulled back he almost looked sorry. "I hope that was ok to kiss you." James said. "Your attention to the contours of my pants had me in a bind and I could not resist your mouth. I love your mouth...the way it looks is so very sexy." 

"If we are going to get any work done with my horse we better stop now, or I won't be able to stop myself." I replied.

"That might not be a bad thing, but we should be productive at least a little bit on the first day."

"Well, how about if we just take a ride and have a little break in the middle before we come back?"

"I don't know if I can maintain my self control, Leeanna, if we do that but I'm willing to find out if you are." James replied. 

"I was the one who suggested it, James, do you really think I didn't consider that?"

"Well, lets go then, and I'll try to resist but no promises."

"James I know we just met, but if you don't resist I'll be more pleased than if you do. I'm not sorry that you caught me looking at the package in your jeans. I am curious to find out if your dick is as big as it looks like it is."

"Flattery will get you everywhere, my dear." Was the only thing James would say after that. We got on our horses and off we rode to the far end of the ranch and finally stopped in the meadow to take a break. I got off of Lady and James dismounted from the horse he was on, and walked slowly up to me. He wrapped his arms around me like he did before and kissed me deeply. I knew right away that he had the power to make me melt. We sat on the soft grass and were kissing, our tongues entwined, for a very long time before he moved to my breasts. He pulled away from me just a little and put his hands in my blouse and lifted my boobs from my blouse to rest on the soft silk fabric that enclosed them. He lowered his head and sucked my right nipple into his warm waiting mouth. He spent a long time lingering on my intensely sensitive nipples. Going from one to the other sucking them into his mouth, teasing them and tweaking them with his fingertips. He was in no hurry to move from them to any other area of my body, and that was fine with me. I was on the brink of an incredible orgasm; he was making me cum only from playing with my heavy breasts, and rock hard nipples. "ooooohhhh my god! I'm cummmmming.....don't stop, oh my god don't stop!"

Breathless and still shaking I lay in his strong arms for a couple of minutes recovering before playing more. I sat up a little bit and began to untuck his shirt and lift it up over his head to take it off. James was willing to just let me with out uttering a word. I was pleasantly surprised by a well-muscled chest. He also had just enough hair on his chest for me to want to play with it....and the trail down into his jeans where my prize was awaiting me. I wanted to find out how sensitive his nipples were, I figure it is fair play. I lowered my head to his chest and flickered my tongue across his nipples, giving him the same treatment he gave me. I first took one in my mouth and sucked and played with it. All the while I was tweaking the other with my fingertips. He was breathing faster but that and a smile was the only clue that he was enjoying the treatment. 

I started to kiss my way down the sandy brown trail of hair that led into his jeans. I noticed that he was straining at the waistline his enormous dick was not happy in it's constraints. He would have to deal with just a little bit more anticipation, though. I was massaging him through his jeans with my hand, and when I leaned my head over I heard him gently breath in. When I started to nibble him I felt his back tense, but I wasn't ready to release his binds just yet. My ministrations were as much fun for me to give as what it seems they were to receive. He had his hands in my hair playing with it and making sure my mouth didn't move too far. I reached up and undid his button, and put my teeth around the zipper and pulled it down very slowly. I looked up and the rapt attention he was giving me told me all I needed to know. His rock hard cock was now able to show itself. I had a hard time waiting so long, but this time anticipation was very sweet. The almost purple head was popping out of the top of his sexy black underwear. He probably measured about 7 or 8 inches long and I was not going to be able to get my fist around him very easily. 

I lifted the waistband of his jockeys and pulled them down to just under his balls. It was a beautiful sight, his hard dick and balls being held up just a little bit by the waistband of the jockeys he was wearing. I moved them all the way down, and scooped up James's balls in my hands and sucked one into my mouth. Pulling gently and then let it pop out so I could do the same thing to the other one. Gently I licked and sucked on his balls then sucked on the tender sensitive area right below them. I was in heaven, James was a gorgeous man with a huge dick and it was still waiting for me rock hard engorged with blood and now purple with excitement. I couldn't resist any more. I put my hand around his dick and started with the bottom, being careful to avoid the head. I wanted to save it for last. I licked and nibbled my way up and sucked on the underside of his dickhead. I flickered my tongue across it, then the top where a drop of pre-cum was beckoning me. I enveloped him with my mouth and heard his breathing again. His stomach muscles fluttered and his balls tightened. I knew he was about to cum. 

"Oh god, you're making me cum. OH...here I cum...." Was all James could say. He shot his load into my waiting mouth and I swallowed as fast as I could. When he was done, I gently licked him clean. I was careful to avoid his dickhead. It was now too much for him if I touched him there. He reached out and lifted me up to him encircling me in his arms. We lay there together for a long time in eachothers arms. He kissed me long and deep most of the time that he held me. 

When we finally rode back to the house, it was almost sunset. I was looking forwards to my next lesson. Tomorrow would take a long time to arrive.

The Horseman Ch. 01



Hashashin

New York City 1957

"We have just received news that confirm the initial reports stating that early yesterday morning Iranian sailors from their 6th Fleet, on drill maneuvers in the Caspian Sea, discovered and rescued Aiden Arden. Arden was known as the heir to Arden Technologies, playboy and the boyfriend of various actresses and models which made his appearance before the media quite common before being presumed dead with the crash of Allied Airlines flight 987 somewhere over the Eastern Kazakhstan on its way from Tokyo to London. 

Apparently, the 24 year old Mr. Arden was found floating on a large and rather complex wooden "raft". Even more odd, he was described as wearing "well stitched clothes of what were clearly Wolf skins with a Lion pelt draped over his shoulders". He was also carrying what said to be a "extremely well made composite bow with a quiver intricately constructed, feather fletched arrows with large carved obsidian heads" and a "long dagger apparently made from the jaw of a large crocodile, teeth still attached." 

When asked about where he has been since that fateful day three years ago, he replied to his rescuers by simply saying, "an island". 

Mr. Arden is currently on his way home to New York. The Arden family ask that you please respect their privacy. More on this story..."

::::

Julia was still in shock. Even after more than a day, her mind was still having a hard time comprehending the fact that her big brother, her hero, was alive. Aiden hadn't died in a plane crash three years ago. He was alive! 

So, why was she still so torn? She couldn't figure it out but something was still bothering her. In her shock, it took her more than a day to realize that nagging feeling was the result of her imagining what her big brother was like now. 

What does being alive on an island, alone and surrounded by wild beasts trying to constantly kill you, for years, do to a persons mind? What does fighting Wolves, Lions and Crocodiles and God-knows what else on an uncharted island do to a person's body? Would she even recognize him? 

Her Mother had been strangely composed, even though Julia could tell she was churning inside. With it being just the two of them since her brother's 'death', they had grown apart a good deal. They still loved each other and they had mourned together. But since then the house had simply felt cold and empty. 

Julia's first smile in over a day came as she looked down at her body, sitting with her mother in the back of a town car. When her brother had last seen her, she was a lanky, mousy and flat sixteen year old girl. She certainly wasn't that anymore, she thought with a smile. 

"What is it, sweety?" Susanna asked her daughter. 

"Just thinking about how much things have changed since he ...left." She answered. 

Susanna was quiet for a moment, her face uncomfortable, before she spoke. "Sweety ...you know that he might ...well, not exactly be the same Aiden that we all remember. He used to be so cheerful. So happy and kind." She reminisced, her golden eyes gaining a far away misty look. 

"But to survive something as horrible as a plane crash must be ...horrible. Then to have to fight for your life every day, hungry and cold, never expecting to see home again. I can't even begin to imagine." Then she looked at Julia directly and said, 

"he's been all alone for three years, sweety. He grieved for us too, knowing we believed him dead and we're doing our best to move on with our lives, thinking that is what he would have wanted ...yet he was alive and missing us. I can't stop feeling like I betrayed him by trying to find happiness again while he was fighting for his life. I can't stop wondering how many times I was laughing and having a good time while he sewed up a wolf bite in his own arm or starved in the rain while I ate at a banquet..."

Julia just nodded. She wanted to reassure her mother but she was struggling with the exact same thing. The fact that, for as long as she could remember, she had been in love with her brother didn't only served to make this whole situation worse, she thought. 

:..:

Aiden was nervous. He was far more scared of this reunion than he had been of anything on that island and the large, ferocious and otherwise not native to that part of the world-animals that inhabited the uncharted island that used to serve as a game reserve for the Persian Kings of the Sassanian Empire, where animals from all around the then-known world were brought in and bred before being released, were the least of his worries during that time. 

Animals, especially predators, are smart. They know when they meet a superior predator. This caused him to give a grim smile, slightly spooking the poor nurse, who was already clearly somewhere between terror, awe and desire in the presence of the most beautiful man she had ever seen. 

His long golden hair and blonde beard made him look like an Abercrombie & Fitch catalogue's version of a 'Mountain Man'. His highly unusual golden eyes and the overlapping scars that crossed his exposed torso like a roadmap as she took his vitals made him look like some Viking warrior from a millennium ago. 

The overall affect literally made her heart race and her knees weak. Nina was a short and fit, but naturally busty woman, at more than a foot shorter than him. Even sitting on the exam table as he was, she had to look up into his eyes. He was muscular, extremely so, but not bulky. To her, he looked like some lithe jungle cat, the way his defined muscles rolled under his golden skin with every movement in the complete lack of visible fat. 

As she leaned close to listen to his lungs, she caught a whiff of his scent and was immediately nearly overcome with lust. She barely managed to keep from impulsively licking his skin to taste him. She was wet from just being near him and the smell of him had her fighting with every ounce of her will power to remain within the bounds of propriety. 

Soft voices outside the door saved her from further torment as she quickly concluded her duties and exited the room, giving the doctor a nod as he talked with two richly dressed and beautiful women. 

The little Latina nurse was having an affect on Aiden too. He had always been a man with big appetites in the bedroom. He used to chastise himself for his need to ejaculate at least three or four times daily to keep a clear head and testicles that didn't feel loaded and swollen. It was often times a distraction, and on the island a vulnerability, but it was also a necessity. One he hadn't been able to relieve since his rescue. 

Outside his room, Julia and Susanna were talking to the doctor that had done the exam. 

"...In addition to a few scars that were obviously inflicted by the teeth of large predators and a few others that could have possibly been caused by the claws of a large cat or bear, there are also many wounds that I've only seen in veterans." The doctor said, clearly uncomfortable. 

"What... What are you saying Doctor, exactly?" Asked Susanna. 

"Well, I can't say for sure. All I know is that the majority of his scars are consistent with the cut or puncture of a bladed weapon and..."

"Self mutilation?" She asked.

"Normally, that is what I would suspect, yes. However, in this case I'm not so sure. You see, there are also many wounds consistent with projectiles. Not only projectiles but fast moving projectiles. Most likely supersonic. There was also significant burn scarring on areas of his body and many of these scars are in areas that can't be reached or manipulated by a person. Nor do they exhibit any of the usually hallmarks or signatures of self mutilation or punishment. The truth is, I have no idea what happened to him on that island. Few of the physical injuries received anything approaching proper medical care and I have to assume the mental damage was at least as bad." 

Susanna closed her eyes and nodded, clearly trying to control herself.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Arden. I just don't know how much of your Aiden is left in there. The best you can do is be patient with him." The doctor said. "You may go in when your ready. He's just in there." He gestured and walked over the the nurse's station. 

Susanna and Julia looked at each other, the anxiety clear in both of their eyes. After a moment they approached the door and entered the room. Standing with his back to them, looking out the window, was her beloved lost son. 

Aiden was fully dressed again when he heard the door open. They had given given a white tee shirt and the bottoms from a pair of blue scrubs. "Aiden ...baby, it's Mom...", he heard. 

Susanna gasped as Aiden turned around. The thick beard was a bit of a shock but the dead look that lay in his eyes was almost crippling to such a dedicated mother. 

"Mom", he said simply, giving a soft smile. 

"Oh, baby!" Susanna said lunging forward to engulf her son in a big hug. "I missed you so much!", she sobbed. 

"I'm here, Mom. I'm here." He said in a voice that didn't sound altogether convinced. 

Susanna quietly sobbed while she clutched her first born. It took her a second to realize that his body felt different than it used to. There was nothing extraneous about him, he was all muscle and man. Even with his shirt on she could still feel the swell and bulge of muscles under firm, hot skin. 

Finally, remembering Julia, she released her son and stepped back, smiling. She turned to Julia, who was sitting with tears in her eyes as she stared at her long lost brother. 

"Miny?" Aiden asked, referencing the childhood nickname she had gained by following him around and copying all of his actions growing up. "By God, it is you!" He said, showing a brief spark of excitement for the first time. 

Julia rushed forward and into her brother's arms. "We thought you were dead! We... We..."

"It's ok, Jules. I'm here." He soothed. "You know I missed you, don't you?" 

Julia just gave a shy smile and nodded bashfully. She continued to remain clutched to her brother, as if she was afraid that he'd disappear if she let him go. 

"Let's get out of here", Aiden said. Less from a desire to actually go home than to prevent the effect Julia was having on him from getting worse. 

His little sister was certainly not so little anymore. She wasn't overly tall nor thick. Her brown hair and blue eyes still held the youthful sparkle that had been long extinguished in his. Her breasts were small and her build thin. The fact that she was, literally, a super model was not at all hard for him to believe. She had a long, lithe body that was so where between athletic and skinny. Her face was beyond beautiful and her long neck was softly elegant. Her flat stomach and tiny waste flared into womanly hips and long legs. Aiden decided, as she walked away, that she probably had the nicest ass he had ever seen. It's heart shape and slightly bubble was enhanced by her tiny girl like waste and long, womanly legs. 

She was a spitting image of their mother, with the exception of their mother's blonde hair and very large breasts. Even with long and shapely legs, naturally blonde hair and breasts that weren't enhanced yet were still way oversized for her "Hollywood-MILF" style body. 

He had always told himself that harboring such feelings for his mother was wrong, even though he knew it was supposedly natural for a boy to do so. The fact that he never got over it wasn't natural, he knew. Up until the day he left he still had a desire to slide the crown of his enormous prick between her thick dick sucking lips as his shaft slid between her huge "H" cup breasts.

Aiden hadn't realized the effect that thinking about his mother had had on him so he didn't notice that he had become partially erect. Susanna gasped and asked Julua if she could wait for them outside while she helped Aiden get ready. 

When Julia was out the door, Aiden turned to her with a questioning look. Embarrassed, she waited a minute before kind of stuttering, "Baby, it's been three years since you've seen a woman." 

"So...?" He said, still not quite getting it.

Before either could comment further, Julia knocked and said that the doctor said the release paperwork was done. So, after heading down to the lobby and through the huge crowd of rude reporters and paparazzi, he was finally headed home. Home, he thought. Doesn't quite hold the same meaning now. 

:..:

The following weeks crawled by slowly for everyone. There were all anxious but stepping on eggshells whenever Aiden was near. There were a few things that were heartbreaking for Julia and Susannah to witness but they remained loving and patient as he tried to make the transition. 

After about a month, things started to slowly wind down and the press began to back off for the most part. Because Arden Technologies had been started as a small company but rapidly expanded in time to be a major player in arming the Allies during the War, making them hugely rich even when compared to established large corporations but they were still a private entity, owned only by the Arden family. 

With Aiden's father's death, Susanna had become the head of the company although she rarely had to actually do anything that she didn't want to. When his father was alive, his mother had been the head of research and development. Susanna had always been considered a genius and few men believed themselves her equal, despite their bravado. 

Anything scientific was her domain but her specialties were in robotics and human biology. As such, she had provided the U.S. Government with the majority of their new and cool programs for military weapons and armor. Apparently, not much had changed since he left. His mother had no issues sitting around the house all day, every day, with him. 

His sister too spent all her time at home. He knew Julia's modeling career was really just something to help her stave off boredom so it wasn't too surprising that she hadn't taken any new jobs or contracts. 

Still, he felt like he was holding them back from their lives. Despite all of the conflicting thoughts and emotions, one thing he couldn't turn off was his hormones. He considered calling one of his old flames or even going out and picking up a new dame but something kept holding him back. 

He couldn't really say why but as hot as he was, none of that sounded as appealing as it should. Instead, he kept thinking about his mother that day in the waiting room, or how hot his sister had become. The tiny bikinis she wore when she was tanning herself by the pool were enough to make him growl in frustration. 

Nor could he escape the scent and smell of the two of them, similar but distinct, both maddening. He was perpetually horny and constantly trying to relieve it himself. 

He wasn't the only one. Julia hadn't been able to shake certain thoughts about her brother and she felt horrible for it, feeling like she was somehow taking advantage of his current state. Every time she was around him his magnetism drew her in helplessly. She could smell his personal odor and it made her whimper with wet need. The way his bright white teeth flashed or his eyes sparkled whenever he smiled made her a fool. 

He was so much more handsome and charming than any boy she'd been with. His strength and charisma were like a warm sun that comforted her in it's warmth. As they watched TV or read while snuggling in the couch, she couldn't help but rub up against his body and breathe deeply to enjoy his smell. It never failed to make her little nipples harden and her tiny pussy to weep. 

She had no moral hang ups with being in love with her brother. If she had, they were gone long ago. She'd worshipped and been in love with him for as long as she could remember, always hating the stupid girls that came over to their house to steal him away. 

She always knew she was the best woman for her brother, and she knew it now. Unfortunately, she had seen her brother's previous flames and they all had something she did not. Huge tits. And usually a mane of bright red hair, though occasionally he went with blondes. It was clear though, he was a fool for the hourglass shape. Her small breasts and tiny nipples weren't likely to impress him much, she thought. For the thousandth time, she wondered why she hadn't inherited their mother's huge cans. Hers were perfectly round and unnaturally perky, there just wasn't much size, and she had never seen her brother with anything less than a full "D" cup. 

Julia sighed, it didn't matter. If she was meant to be with him, it would be. She had preparing for it nonstop since his rescue. Her intense daily practice had her to the point where she could swallow a huge sausage whole. One thing she knew from eavesdropping and spying on her brother growing up was that he LOVED blowjobs and, for some reason, it seemed like girls enjoyed giving them to him. She knew she sure would and she had no intention of disappointing him if she had the chance. 

She had been with boys from her high school and a couple older guys since she graduated but she definitely wasn't a slut and now that her brother was alive again, she only had eyes for him. The truth was, giving blowjobs turned her on a lot too. With a cock in her mouth, she could get off with just a few good rubs of her clit. She knew it was probably because she knew they turned her brother, her hero, on more than even most guys and she longed to kneel before him in gratitude. In supplication. 

She was up late in bed one night, fantasizing about that very thing, when a noise from Aiden's drew her out of her reverie. When she heard the noise repeat a moment later, she raised up out of bed and went to check it out, wearing only one of his shirts without panties as she wore to bed most nights. 

Entering his room quietly, she made her way to his bedside. She almost gasped as her eyes adjusted to the low light and she saw the mesh of scars criss-crossing Aiden's exposed torso. Her heart went out to him as she took in the map of sorrows that he was forced to wear. The distraction of the scars only briefly kept her from noticing that her brother was sleeping nude, obviously having nightmares. 

Aiden jerked in his sleep again as he whimpered, clearly having a horrible experience under his slumber. She lay down on the bed beside him and wrapped her arms around his midsection, calming him down in his sleep. She stayed like that for awhile, enjoying the scent and feel of his bare chest under her head. For awhile his demons were placated but before long the nightmare started up again despite her presence in his bed. 

She felt horribly useless with her inability to help her brother through such trauma. She leaned over again and softly planted a kiss on her brother's forehead. Murmuring contently in his sleep, Aiden shifted his body into a new position. By doing so, he caused the sheet he was wrapped in to fall lower. 

Julia couldn't contain a gasp when she saw that she sheet had shifted below his navel and exposed part of penis. 

For a second, she thought she wasn't seeing things right. It didn't seem like it could be. Soon, however, it dawned on her that she wasn't seeing things or dreaming, a penis really could get that size. In a daze, she tugged the sheet lower to reveal more the thick shaft attached to the huge helmet. 

Of all the boys and men she'd been with, nothing has prepared her for this. It was by far the largest endowment she had ever seen or even heard of. And it was limply laying draped over his thigh and onto the bed next to her. 

Instinctively, she reached out to take it into her hand without thinking. However, she was snapped out of her daze when she saw his penis compared to the scale of her tiny hand. She was pretty sure the head alone was bigger than her fist and certainly thicker than her wrist. She really didn't even know they got that big. 




The Horseman Ch. 01



In addition to the giant appendage, there was still another surprise waiting for her. As her movements caused the sheet to fall further, she got her first glimpse at his monstrous testicles. This time she managed to keep from making any sound in her shock. His orbs looked like those of a bull that she had seen at one of their family properties as a girl. They were huge in size, snugly clinging to his body without the gross droop and sag of skin. 

She also noticed that he was completely hairless but she couldn't sense any stubble or razor bumps. He was smooth and the rest of his body was the same, with no body hair below his now cleanly shaven face. She quickly saw that she wouldn't be able to fit them in her hand, in fact she barely would be able to fit one of the giant spheres in her hand. It was odd, never before had a guys balls done anything but gross her out or annoy her. 

Now, she looked upon them almost reverently. Not only were they part of her brother, and no part of him could ever be gross, but also they contained life. Power. Love. Children. 

The instant she thought about children, she saw an image of herself at some future point. She was heavily pregnant, her little breasts finally large in their swollen state, as her brother kissed her stomach and smiled at her before gently mounting her from behind. 

She had to immediately rush out of Aiden's room to touch herself. Unfortunately, after she finished, she again wondered at the thought of her brother and her having children and was forced to start all over again as her juices started flowing again. The same thing happened after the next three orgasms. 

Finally, she fell asleep with her hand still rubbing her sweet little box just below the small tuft of silky thin hair above her slit, thinking of her hero and the family she was determined to have with him. 

:..:

Aiden had gradually started to go out more often and soon appeared to be reintegrating fairly well. When he was home, he spent much of his time in their exercise room lifting weights, hitting the heavy bag and training on a 'wooden man' that he had acquired from a Wing Chun school in Hong Kong. Julia spent hours watching him from a distance as he went through the intense routine that even she could see was only reserved for master martial artists. 

She watched at his hands moved faster than eyes could track in flurries of rapid jabs and cuts. She heard the deep impacts of his blows landing against the heavy bag and occasionally snapping the bag off it's bracket. She felt the vibrations running through her skin every time he snapped a thick wooden board or chopped a replaceable arm off of his wooden man. 

Unlike the professional boxers and fighters that she had seen, Aiden moved with a grace and purpose that reeked of casual lethality. Despite all of his impressive physical feats, he never seemed to try very hard, as if he was just going through the motions. She decided she needed a break from the frustrating temptation. She didn't know if Aiden could ever love her the way that she loved him but she did know that if she stuck around much longer she'd end up throwing herself at his feet. 

As soon as Julia left, Aiden smiled. His little sister thought she was so sly with her spying. He knew that she was probably just worried about him and was reluctant to believe he was actually recovering after his ordeal...but he couldn't help but secretly fantasize that she was watching him for more carnal reasons. 

Something had awaken inside of him the moment he had laid eyes on her at the hospital. Before the island he had always enjoyed a certain type of woman. He loved the lean curves of an hourglass shape on a woman who was voluptuous but not the least bit fat. Large breasts and round asses connected by slim hips and flat stomachs simply called to him. 

It wasn't lost on him that his mother fit that type to a tee and he had acknowledged and accepted his attraction to her before he had disappeared. After all, her stern beauty and hard body was intoxicating to any man, he was no exception. 

The intensity of his attraction to Julia was different though. There was no doubt that she was unusually beautiful, hence her popularity as a fashion model, yet it was a different sort of beauty. While her features had a touch of the exotic, it was the hint of 'girl next door' innocence in her young face that drove him beyond the spot where a beautiful woman usually took him. 

Her beautiful blue eyes were bright and intelligent while her petite little ski slope of a button nose wrinkled whenever she made a funny face. The elegant stretch of her long body, from her elegant neck down to her world class rump and long athletic legs, seemed like something beyond the capabilities of whatever God made the rest of humanity. The fact that she had small, perfectly round breasts drove him wild instead of detracting from her sexiness.

He had always known she would be beautiful but the instant he had converted her beauty to sexiness, he realized the exchange rate was far beyond anything he had ever expected. 

Pushing those thoughts from his head, he headed out to the garage and fired up his 1953 Harley Davidson Panhead chopper and roared down their mile long driveway until he flew by the guard booth at the front gate and headed towards the city. 

He was finally ready, having been forced to break up the workload of the preparations he was making in order to escape notice or suspicion. However, after more than six weeks, he was ready. 

At the time of his disappearance, he had been working as the head of Arden Technologies' Applied Sciences Division, overseeing the most advanced prototypes developed for various military and security contracts. After his return, he had been surprised to see that his mother, in his absence, had actually spent a huge amount of time using her own hands and genius to realize many of the conceptual designs that Aiden had brainstormed himself.

He had figured it was a way to help her cope with the loss of her son while at the same time allowing her to spend time with his ideas. She hadn't released, or even told anyone, about his personal toy ideas even though she could have made huge profits from a few. He found the blueprints that she had updated and improved along with all of the design specifics still in his private workshop below his office, 

Many of these, along with his large box from the island and a large number of supplies from various sources, were moved to the new 'lair' that he had built under an apartment building in a bad neighborhood. 

Apparently, sometime in the late 19th century, there had been an aborted attempt at building a private subway in that part of the city that had quickly been abandoned. The intended nerve center was to be a central office and station. There was plenty of space and all of the tile and hardwood had already been put in. 

In order to better suit it to his purposes, he first reinforced the barricades blocking the only approaches. After that, he went about converting the station itself. On one of the abandon tracks he set up a shooting range, with lights rigged along the ceiling down for more than three hundred meters, a lead absorbing backdrop and sound absorbing reinforcements for walls. The boarding area for that track was turned into a gym room with weight benches, Dumbbells, experimental cable resistance machines, various punching bags, a full Olympic boxing ring, climbing rope, a salmon ladder as well as several martial arts training aids meant to specifically enhance certain groupings of muscle, bone or cartilage. 

The most protected room in the subterranean compound was, without a doubt, the armory. The armory was located in what was intended to be the count room for all of the cash they expected to make from citywide underground transit and amounted to a bank vault. There was even a huge carbon steel door more than a foot thick with heavy security pins that locked into the frame of the huge door. When he had first closely inspected the door, he had realized that they had inadvertently made the room proof against just about anything. 

The architect of the room was clearly eccentric, to say the least. What appeared as a heavy solid steel door was really a composite construction meant to decrease weight while still giving a comparable level of resistance when compared to a solid door. Naturally, there was no titanium or any of the more recently utilized metals, but the construction was quite advanced nevertheless. In addition to very high quality carbon steel there was pure Iron, a thick layer of heavy glass with a thick lacquer lamination covering both sides of the entire surface, heavy rubber polymer, thick cupronickel sheets and molten lead poured down over and between the layers to bond them. Covered by the outer shell of high carbon steel, the outermost layer of the composite armor was thick high strength rubber polymer (highly advanced for the turn of the century and derived from Amazonian rubber plants before being bonded with polymers extracted and formed from crude petroleum in a complex proprietary method that died with the man, who never kept written records or notes since he had an eidetic memory. 

Susanna had been overjoyed when her son gave her a sample for analysis). 

The construction of the composite armor plating consisted of "3 rubber polymer backed by "2 of lead plating, "3 of cupronickel, then "4 of pure Iron, three sheets of heavy reinforced glass with a thickness of "1 and "6 of high carbon steel with a backing of rubber polymer. The composite plates had an outer casing made from titanium that he had installed to replace the original steel shell. All in all, very secure. 

The contents of the armory made for a diverse cache. Some of the weapons had been acquired legally, some were acquired through various questionable channels while most of the heavy stuff was purchased illegally outright. After listing them appropriately destroyed and recycled and placing the equivalent weight of recycled scrap metal where the recycled weapons would have been, Aiden had brought over all sorts of weapons from surplus, cancelled orders, pieces from systems that failed due to another component but themselves were perfectly functional as well as manufactured products purchased through overseas shell corporations as supposed security representatives for a few small and unstable, but friendly or allied, foreign countries. 

As far as firearms went, he pretty much had it all. His preferences for most needs were already prepared, cleaned and sighted in. He had pistols, submachine guns, sniper rifles, shotguns, battle rifles and machine guns with all sorts of custom upgrades, additions and modernizations. 

His personal carry weapons were a pair of Colt Commanders with matte black finishes; an ivory gripped .38 Super with a custom 14 rd. magazine and a .45 ACP with a dyed black walnut grip and an extended 10 rd. magazine. By carrying both he not only gained the obvious increase in firepower but also versatility. 

The .38 Special was by far the most common caliber handgun at that point in time among cops and civilians alike. However, the .38 Special was a powerful round. It was right on the verge of being considered too weak but it's status as an accurate and dependable round made it the standard round in almost all Police service revolvers. The round was inherently accurate enough to remain effective even when fired from the short 2" barrels of the snub nosed revolvers favored by plain clothes Policemen. The fact that, like most calibers commonly used in revolvers, the shell casing and bullet shapes didn't lend themselves to the spring loaded magazines of the semiautomatic systems, meant that there were very few production pistols that carried more than the six bullets standard to revolvers. 

The .45 ACP round that Aiden favored had almost twice the weight at 230 grains, significantly higher diameter and a velocity of more than 125 feet per second faster. These factors made for a slug that was capable of MUCH more damage, hitting their targets to create huge holes from the wide bullets as well as imparting heavy kinetic energy from the high mass of the bullets. 

The .38 super was quite similar to the .38 Special as far as accuracy, diameter and bullet weight go. But after that, the similarities end. The .38 Super round, while similar weight and diameter, was propelled up to just short of 1500 feet per second but the .38 Special round rarely broke 800 feet per second. The .38 Super was also built to fit semiautomatic magazines, however that wasn't it's biggest draw. 

What separated the .38 Super from virtually every other pistol caliber out there, barring some of the uncommon large bore revolvers, was it's natural penetration. The thick steel automobile doors of the current era provided decent protection in their own from pistol strength bullets of the time, especially if the bullet to struck at an angle (as it would if someone was taking cover behind the open door from a round that came from the front). 

During and shortly after Prohibition, the gang wars between mobs, the running fights with bank robbers and cops and the battles between bootleggers gave rise to many changes in the armament of civilian police officers. Besides the obvious "Tommy Gun" in the 1921AC/1928 Thompson Submachine Gun, another important addition was the advent and fairly common manufacture of bullet resistant vests. For centuries since the advent of the musket people all over the world had tried to construct bulletproof vests and armor more effective than the heavy plate armor of the Late Medieval Knights, which only protected against the old soft lead musket balls with their inefficient ballistics fired from pistol or from a rifle with a more long distance or indirect shot. 

The current body armor was made using either a crude set up of leather straps holding a piece of steel over the front and back of torso in a heavy and cumbersome form of protection or the more advanced option of silk construction. Using up to thirty layers of high strength, tight weaved thick silk which was pressed and quilted together into a padded vest.

Both forms of armor could stop just about any pistol round of the era since they could stop all but the heaviest subsonic projectiles and few current pistols had a muzzle velocity of over 1,000 f/s, just below the speed of sound. The .38 Super round could penetrate either vest with enough left over to put down whatever was wearing it, without using special, custom or armor piercing bullets.

The standard construction of a bullet was a lead core covered with a copper jacket. The smoother and slicker surface of the copper allowing the bullet to travel through the barrel and the air with considerably less friction in addition to leaving significantly less residue to build up in the barrel compared to pure lead bullets. Simply by substituting cast iron for the lead inside the copper jacket was an effective and practical way to make an armor piercing round though many included sub caliber penetrators. 

Aiden had done just so and used cast iron cores with copper jackets to create plentiful rounds capable of armor penetration in several calibers. In addition, he had made incendiary rounds in several calibers by removing the top third of the lead core and filling the resulting pocket between the shortened lead core and the original sized copper jacket with White Phosphorus creating a flash of a few thousand degrees on impact. 

For good effect, he also crafted a more limited number of explosive bullets. By using a standard copper jacket for the caliber, he used only the base of a lead core, essentially plugging the open base of the copper jacket as well as acting as a platform for him to mount tightly packed plastic explosives into the mostly hollow copper jacket while adding a small glass capsule of silver fulminate inside the nose of the bullet. On impact, the silver fulminate detonated, triggering the more stable and more powerful plastic explosives. 

There were a few other rounds with other specialized purposes like one that was constructed just like the explosive bullet with the exception of the explosives being replaced by a glass capsule filled with Hydrofluoric acid and seated in lead as well as a good number of poison bullets as well. Copper jacketed hollow points, their hollows deepened and expanded with a drill before being filled with Tetrodotoxin or Aconitine, which paralyzed the body including the heart and lungs in large enough doses. 

He kept a few heavier weapons close on hand in case he needed more than a pistol or a 'Tommy Gun'. In addition to the Thompson Submachine guns that he converted from .45 ACP to fire the high velocity .38 Super rounds, which not only has armor piercing capabilities but also increased accuracy, range and control from the round's lesser recoil when compared to it's original .45 ACP, he also had made some customizations to his automatic rifle. 

Firing the full powered .30-06 rifle round that is used to hunt everything from Deer to Polar Bears, the Browning Automatic Rifle had far more range, power and penetration than any submachine gun. By removing the bipod, adding a shorter custom padded stock and shortening the barrel, Aiden had a weapon that was the size of a normal rifle (though a bit heavier) but had the firepower of a full machine gun. Even the standard copper jacketed lead rounds could penetrate armor, steel plate and auto engines. 

For the long distance precision and power of a sniper rifle, he favored the Winchester Model 70 chambered in .375 H&H Magnum with custom 4-16x optics and a high volume precision suppressor. The .375 H&H Magnum was used as the common rifle on African Safaris, though a heavy double-barreled, large bore Nitro gun was preferred for Elephant hunting, though they didn't have the range or accuracy necessary for long shots. As such, it had more than enough power to destroy the head of torso of a man at ranges out to one mile, as well as the accuracy to make it happen, at least in the hands of an expert shooter. 

He also had RPG-2 rocket propelled grenades with High Explosive Anti Tank (HEAT) armor piercing warheads, all sorts of land mines and hand grenades including the common fragmentation, incendiary, high explosive and even huge magnetic antitank grenades. There was also no shortage of detonators, plastic explosives and detonating cord (a rope of plastic explosive that can be wrapped around anything from a locked doorknob to a tree trunk before being hooked to a detonator and initiated to cut through either. 

Truth be told though, Aiden wasn't overly fond of firearms. He had been taught to use whatever tools were necessary to attain victory and guns were simply tools in his eyes. The huge collection of weapons included swords of all shapes and styles, daggers, battle axes and tomahawks, spears and javelins as as bows and tons of assorted arrows. The arrows and arrowheads came in tons of flavors like armor piercing, broadhead, barbed, poisoned, incendiary, high explosive, acid filled glass arrow heads, retracting grappling lines and pneumatic anchors for zip lines or rappelling and tracking/radio eavesdropping arrowheads. 

He also had several forms of disguises and body armors but preferred the armor that was made for him back on the island. It had hidden at the bottom of his shipping crate since he left the Caspian Sea. But now it was finally time to get it out. He started tonight. 

:..:

Lisa would probably always be prevented by outdated regulations and bitter chauvinists from being recognized for what she really was, the only female detective in NYPD history, even if she was simply listed as the administrative manager for her father's precinct house. The truth was, she was a better cop and detective than pretty much any man. 




The Horseman Ch. 01



She had grown up an only child with a deceased mother and a police captain father, so she naturally took to tomboy ways and decided that she wanted to be a detective. Everyone thought it was just the cutest thing until she grew breasts, then they told her to start thinking about something more practical. She never listened and her father had long ago learned not to try and force his way where she was concerned.

When she did actually start working at the precinct, it took awhile before she was able to really get involved. When she did though, those who didn't agree with her actually working cases quickly found themselves publicly humiliated, often physically, or forced to keep their opinions to themselves and play nice.

Either way, she didn't really care. As long as she was working cases, helping people and fulfilling her desire to work as a detective like her father had, they found say whatever they wanted (so long as they didn't mind talon-like hands crushing their scrotum). She had always worked extra hard in her hand to hand combat training as well as at the shooting range, to negate any natural size, weight or leverage advantage of a man. And often times use it against them. 

Things hadn't been all roses and smiles in her career thus far though. Apparently, criminals and gangsters didn't like being taken down by a dame, not matter how hot she was. What had initially been angry talk and hollow threats had eventually turned into rumors of a hit being out on her from one of the city's mob bosses. 

This had worried her father no end and he had demanded she stabs down and take a vacation for awhile until things calmed down. Of course, she had refused and he had to settle with assigning two patrolmen to follow her around everywhere and wait outside her house at night, no matter her objections. 

She smiled to herself as she sparked a cigarette on her drive home, she didn't have to worry about anyone breaking into her house. Not with Bruno around. It was actually almost true, seeing as Bruno was a 190 lbs. Bull Mastiff who was fanatically loyal to his Mistress Lisa. She tended to bring him a full cow femur from the butchers shop on most nights to give him after their walk in the park across from the suburban house she lived in alone as thanks for him not destroying the fence and yard as he was stuck in the yard all day, and though it wasn't a small yard and there was plenty of shade and water, he was a BIG dog with long legs. 

She chuckled as she pictured the violent wagging of the bobbed tail that was his nightly greeting to her as he barely restrained himself from jumping up on her in excitement. At only three years old, he was the best dog she had ever had and proved a great companion far beyond what she had a right to expect from an animal. She even spoke to him as if he was literally a human being, knowing that Bruno's unusual intelligence and the lifelong habit itself allowed him to understand the vast majority of what she said. 

As she pulled up and walked into her house, she exhaled in frustration upon seeing the two patrolmen assigned to guard her for the evening take their place parked across the street from her house on the curb in front of the neighborhood park. 'It's good thing I don't have a social life', she thought. 

It wasn't that Lisa wasn't attractive but rather the opposite. Her olive complexion and luscious raven hair would have made her a great beauty. The problem was that she never smiled and her stern demeanor usually projected the image of a stern and arrogant woman. The truth was, she wasn't really an ice queen. She simply found it easier to effect a distant demeanor as it prevented her colleagues from amorous attempts as well as prevented them perceiving any further vulnerabilities. Being a woman in a 'male' profession was ready hard enough. 

As much as she loved her job, she secretly yearned for a solid, equal relationship. A romantic partnership. She also knew that this was likely a fantasy, especially with her chosen line of work. It was always at night that these thoughts crept into her thoughts. She expertly crushed these feelings of longing with an iron will and prepared for bed. As she lay her head down on the pillow, however, she couldn't quite keep those thoughts from returning. 

:..:

Outside, the police officers in the cruiser lay slumped with their throats cut. Aiden had been too far away to prevent that but as soon as he saw the thugs pull the dead patrolmen from their vehicle, his stomach sickened further. He realized the mobsters were going to don the dead officers' uniforms to get Lisa to the front door, exposed and with her guard down, rather than trying to sneak into her house. Surprisingly smart considering these were just some thugs trying to make a name for themselves by offing the city's only lady Cop (the one who'd proved more a thorn in the mob's side than any male officer), not even made guys or the mob's hired guns.

Stupid kids. Stupid kids with enough wit to pull this hit off, he reminded himself as he moved seem least through the shadows, quietly lifting and rolling under her detached garage door. 

Now that he knew their plan, he devised one of his own, helping himself to a few ingredients from her garage shelves. He quickly slipped out the side door and steeped up into her front porch. Removing the bulb from the porch light, he quickly filled the bulb with acetone before replacing it back in the fixture. He then proceeded to mix the laundry detergent and lighter fluid together in a bucket before pouring it to either side of the front door, particularly the blind corner on the right. 

Gathering everything up, he placed the mostly full can of acetone under the porch steps and put the rest in her dumpster before retreating across the street, staying away from the cones of light cast by the streets.

As it proved, he was not a moment too soon. The two men garbed in the clothes of the dead policemen walked confidently down the sidewalk while three others snuck through the yards and took up positions in the sides of the porch, out of site from the front door. All three had pump action 12 gauge shotguns, Winchester 1912's as best as he could tell from his position behind a bush in the park across the street. His breath caught in his throat as the fake cops knocked on her door. 

:..:

Bruno was growling. Bruno never growled. Especially without reason. Lisa eased herself up out of bed quietly, a Browning Hi-Power pistol appearing in her hand. Screw those little snub nosed thirty-eight's and their six little bullets. She had a magazine hiding thirteen 9mm rounds that put a .38 Special bullet to shame. The hairs on the back of her neck were tingling and her adrenaline was pumping for no apparent reason. 

She almost jumped out of her skin when she heard the knock at the front door. She told herself she had likely overreacted but decided to hang onto her piece just in case as she went to check the front door. 

"Ma'am! This is Officer Petrelli from the 13th. It's your father. Something's happened." 

Her heart stopped at the pronouncement and she abandon her caution to rush to the door. She quickly swung it open after setting her pistol on the table next to the door. 

"What happened to my father! What's wrong?" She said as she swung the front door open to see two large men in police dress as she reached for the porch light's switch.

"Well, miss." The man started, his face morphing into a feral grin as he snarled, "he had to bury his only daughter!" 

The man who spoke brought up the service pistol from it's holster as his partner, standing slightly behind and beside him, did the same. Her heart stopped as the light from inside the house illuminated the death staring her right in the face. She was dead and she knew it. And then, almost as a nervous after though, her fingers brushed the light switch next to the doorframe. 

"POP!" As glass and chemical flame burst from the exploding lightbulb. The 'speaker' got a face full of fire and shards of glass while the 'partner' was forced back, his gun firing the round that had been meant for her up into the sky as he teetered backwards. 

After the split second it took her to force down her shock, she was diving for the Browning in the table where she had placed it seconds before. She barely registered another man in a trench coat and fedora heading forwards the door with a shotgun before she was rolling away, pistol clutched in hands. 

She had no idea what had happened with that lightbulb but she wasn't going to sit around and ponder it. A figure lurched through the door whom she recognized him as the 'partner' and she put a round into his center mass before she realized that he was ready dead. There was an arrow sticking cleanly through his neck. An arrow? What the fuck! 

The distraction almost cost her life as another man followed through right on the 'partner's dead heels. His shotgun swiveled her way and she knew she was too far behind the curve to get her pistol into position before his shotgun could cut her in half. Again, an arrow flicked through the open doorway and pierced the shooter's skull before he could generously ventilate her with a load of double aught buckshot. Then, all was quiet. 

Lisa stayed in position for a few heartbeats to make sure nothing else would jump out at her before she got up and assumed a firing position. She slowly advanced on the open front door without seeing any signs of life or movement. 

She barely caught a shift in the darkness in the park across the street as another arrow noiselessly passed through the night air to impact the base of her porch's steps with a flash that triggered a surprising fireball right as two more shooters stepped out from the blind spot to the right of her door, where they had been taking cover. They didn't even have a chance to raise their weapons before the fireball licked their flesh before immediately spreading across the ground on which they stood to race up their legs, quickly engulfing both men as they screamed and flailed about. 

It was at that moment when Lisa saw a man step just into the outer edge of the flickering light to give her a polite bow before disappearing into the night before she could process it. The man's face had been obscured by a hood but it had been clear that he was covered in some sort of complex dark armor whose overlapping lames, plates and scales shined in the firelight. Most notably, he had had a curved bow slung on his back. Right next to what appeared to be a quiver of arrows. Even with the hood, she could see the flash of white teeth as he smiled at her in that brief moment. 

Still half in shock, she looked down at the man with the arrow penetrating his neck almost completely. However, it was the arrow itself that drew her attention. In what appeared to be some sort of vaguely Mediterranean font, there was one word artistically rendered down the length of the black metal shaft of the arrow. As sirens wailed in the distance, growing ever closer, she looked closely. She saw one word. It read, 'The Horseman'.



The Horseman Ch. 02



Chapter 2 Encounter in the Barn

Leeanna woke up with the dawn streaming into her bedroom windows. The early morning came in with a chill in the air. The bright dawn made her room seem almost pink coloured. She lay in bed playing with her nipples, as she liked to do most mornings. She untied the bow at her breast and let her gown and her large melon shaped breasts fall naturally away as the tie restraining her was loosed. She took her hands and scooped her breasts in towards her face and sucked one of her eager nipples in her lips. Her boobs were large enough for her to suck herself to orgasm. Playing with her own rock hard nipples was always a pleasure. Today she could imagine James at her breast as he did just yesterday. His expertise was something she wanted to find out more about. She was curious to find out what else his lips could do to her. Leeanna was so deep in thought and distracted by her deep pink nipples she had been sucking, nibbling and pulling. She realized that her own vivid imagination helped her bring on her own orgasm. She kept her nipples captive in her mouth and with her free hand reached down into her panties. With the first touch of her fingers on her clit she exploded with pleasure, her first orgasm of the day shaking her entire body. 

She lay in bed in her own afterglow hoping that she would be able to entice James today. Leeanna was anxious to see him. James was nice to talk to but she wanted to put his mouth to other uses as well. They didn’t even do more than orally pleasure each other. She figured that her exploration with him could only get better. She finally rose out of bed to dress when a knock came at her door. The mail came early today, and in it was a card of some kind. Upon opening it she found that it was an invitation to a formal party, one with a turn of the century theme. She would need to get one of her vintage gowns out and wear the matching corset for this occasion. This would mean practicing to ride sidesaddle again: something she had not done in a while. In her closet was a powder blue silk gown with deep blue embroidery along the bodice. It was a lovely gown, and indeed required her to wear a corset underneath in order to make sure it gave the proper appearance. She called in one of the maids and had her help tighten the corset she chose. She chose this one especially because it left her breasts exposed and pushed them up so they looked even bigger. It chinced her waist taking off 2 inches from her already small 25”. Her breasts had to remain unencumbered for this dress. Any of the bras she could wear would be visible under the gown. 

She put her dress on and again the maid helped her lace the front and button the back. She was left alone after that to readjust her large melon breasts inside the snug top of her gown. The top of her tits pushed up to show nicely rounded pillows of soft flesh. Her nipples had to be tucked inside the bodice and they threatened to loose themselves from the position she had them in. She couldn’t resist pulling them out for one last minute of pleasure. She gently pulled at them stretching them out in front of her as far as she could. The tension on her nipples was wonderful to feel. Leeanna was anxious to find James though, so she tucked her nipples and the front of her billowy tits into her gown again. Out her bedroom door and down the stairs to the simple dark wood of the entry way to the house and out to the barn. She needed to find Lady and get her saddled for a practice ride.

The barn was a large 2-story structure with a small apartment in the back of the top floor behind the hayloft. The first floor was large enough to hold 6 horses in comfort. The barn also had a basement of sorts. The entry to that was around the back, and that is where you could find sheep and 3 cows. As Leeanna walked into the front of the barn she noticed that the lights were all off in the apartment upstairs. There was music playing though, so up the stairs to the loft she went. She turned around to find the radio and was face to face with James seated on some hay with a raging hard-on in his hand. He tried to cover up a bit, but she had another idea. 

“James, unless you want me to tattle on you, you had better get a grip on that again and let me watch you finish what you started.”

“Leeanna I’m sorry, I was thinking about yesterday and my imagination got the best of me. I couldn’t go walking around with a stiff dick all morning. I had to take care of it, but do you have to watch me?”

“I gave you your options. Unless you want me to tattle on you get your fist back around that cock of yours. I want to watch you bring yourself off and shoot your cum all over your chest. If I catch you again, I’ll have to think of an other way to punish you for your solo act.”

“ If that is how it has to be can I at least see your beautiful tits to help me along? The site of your hard nipples makes me makes me even more horny.”

“I guess I can do that one thing for you. I want a good show though. This won’t be the end of your lesson. I’ll have to find a way to keep you in check. I’ll show you how after you are done.” 

With that she pulled her melons out again for his gaze. He didn’t need any encouragement to finish what he started. He got his cock in one hand and his balls in the other. Moving his hand up and down the shaft of his dick and pulling at his balls, he actually managed to get an even bigger hard-on. Raging red shaft topped with it’s dark red head, he pumped up and down paying attention to his “task”. He watched as she pulled and twisted her nipples as she watched him bring himself off. He pulled at his own dick and balls until he arched his back a little bit got his entire ball sack in his hand holding them firmly in his hand. He pumped his dick up and down finally getting his cock head into his hand, and with an intense look of pleasure on his face he let loose with a big jet of his cum landing on his stomach and chest. Leeanna didn’t waste any time making him stand and clean himself up for his final bit of the punishment in store for him. 

While he wiped himself up, Leeanna got a silk ribbon and made him wait with his pants still around his ankles. “I’m going to truss you up a bit. You are going to have to keep this tied where I put it until I think you deserve to be set free.” This excited and worried James at the same time. Leeanna got on her knees in front of his still semi hard cock. Putting the ribbon under his balls and around his cock, she tied them up together with the soft ribbon. It was snug enough that he would stay semi erect the whole time. It would make it difficult for him to walk, but she couldn’t resist the idea of his cock and balls tied up waiting for her to release them from their constraint. She pulled up his jockeys over his now tied up cock and balls. Giving them a quick hello sucking his cock head before putting them away in his pants. She assured herself of him being at attention the whole time she had her lesson. 

They went downstairs and he helped her get up side-saddled on Lady. She had shown him the invitation, and told him that he would have to help her practice riding this way to prepare for the event. He obliged her, having no choice but to be distracted by his dilemma for the duration of the lesson. 

James walked along side of Leeanna leading them around the corral for practice. She would have to get used to this before a long ride out in the meadow. With every step he took he could feel the ribbon in his pants. It forced his dick to be semi erect the entire time. His dick rubbed the inside of his jockeys; the feeling was a wonderful torture. His cock head was still sensitive from his treatment of it a bit ago. He wasn’t sure how long he could hold out. It was a full hour before he asked the first time to be untied. “Leeanna, can you untie me and release me from this bind you have me in?” James pleaded. Leeanna replied “I suppose you have had enough now. Please walk us into the barn. I can put Lady in her stall, you have to wait in the tack room for me.”

In James led Lady and Leeanna to the barn. He held her waist lifting her down, making sure that her chest rubbed his on the way. She put Lady in the stall, then joined him in the tack room where he was already waiting. She pushed him back into a corner and tied a rope around each wrist and secured them to hooks on either side of the corner he stood in. She kneeled in front of him and pulled his gorgeous hard cock and balls out of his pants. Before she was willing to untie him she wanted to suck his dick and balls first. This wonderful sight was not going to be wasted. First sucking his balls one at a time into her mouth, and licking and flickering her tongue around this part of her prize. She began to lick the base of his cock, and licked and nibbled and sucked her way up to the top of his raging cock. She continued her ministrations until it was just before he was going to cum. She then stopped and stood up and untied him. She intended to leave him like that.

What she didn’t know was that he could slip his tied wrists off the hooks they were attached to. After she turned around he did just that. He took one step and caught her around her waist turned her around and made sure he could get satisfaction too. She fained surprise as he picked her up and planted her back on the wall. He pulled her tits out lifted her dress and picked her up again. She was going to get fucked. He wanted to make sure she knew what proper fucking felt like. He pinned her on the wall her legs wrapped around his back and he lowered her slowly onto his cock. She took a deep breath in as he sucked her nipples before he started to pump his cock in and out of her very wet hole. James’ dick was very hard and thick. She could feel every movement he made. Leeanna had never been with someone whose cock filled her so completely. He pumped his cock in and out increasing the speed with each return. It was a delicious feeling for her. “Oh, James your dick feels so nice inside me. You have to give it to me hard.” James didn’t need to be told twice. He held her tightly around her waist and slammed his hot cock into her again and again ramming himself home. His balls were swinging and hitting her with each return. Since he had the advantage this time he made sure he held onto a nipple with his lips and gently putting pressure with his teeth pulling on her nipples with each time his cock head hit. She was in heaven with pleasure. The feel of his cock filling her underneath her dress and the luscious sensation of pulling on her sensitive nipples made her unable to utter a word. She could only manage to moan and give herself into the feelings he was giving her. “Oh, Leeanna here I cum again. I can’t hold back any more, oooohhh….uuuunh.” James filled her with hot cum. That was all she needed to bring her over the edge. She joined him in a very intense orgasm that seemed to repeat itself and go on for a half-hour.

Exhausted but feeling very satisfied, Leeanna managed to get upstairs to her room. She made sure she invited James upstairs later, though. Her father would be away for a couple of days and it was the perfect opportunity for her to fully enjoy James’ attentions in the comfort of her own boudoir.



The Horseman Ch. 02 Pt. 01



New York City 1957

The rumors were flying around not only the city but also the country about 'The Horseman' and his startling appearance in the fight against crime and corruption. Naturally, opinions varied widely. Many thought he was a masked lunatic who fancies himself some sort of Samurai with his swords and bows. There were others shared the opinion that he was a lunatic but were secretly glad that the bad guys seemed to be taking out the bad guys. The rank and file police officers of the city were surprisingly short on negative opinions of the vigilante, though his apparent respect and deference to the NYPD no doubt contributed to that state as much as the fact that he had saved the life of the daughter of a highly respected veteran Captain (who was even accepted by some as a true cop herself). 

While the attack on Lisa's home definitely got the ball rolling on 'The Horseman's' notoriety, it was the events of the following days that created the media circus. 

Apparently, the men who tried to kill Lisa in her home were just some young Italian thugs trying to earn reputations and respect. Unfortunately, one of the men was the nephew to the Underboss of one of the Five Families, Salvatore Rissa. 

Rissa was a rail thin man with a weasel-like face and a thin mustache. He had pale, pasty skin with pock marks from childhood still visible on his face and severe halitosis. The dead, glassy black eyes of the man were the only indication that he was a cold and effective killer. In fact, it was killing that allowed him to rise through the ranks of Underboss AKA 'Street Boss', despite the fact that he was always an outsider. 

Unlike most, he had no family connections to La Cosa Nostra, by blood or marriage. In fact, he wasn't even full blooded Italian. It was his deepest secret that his weak father had been cuckholded by an idiotic Russian delivery man. The night he became a 'Made Man' he strangled his mother with the cord from her bedroom window blinds after painfully extracting the Russian deliveryman's name and last known residence. That had made it easy to locate the man since he hasn't moved in all those years. It was a simple matter to caulk the door seams and locks to prevent was people before quietly walking around the house and squirting the lighter fluid from their backyard barbecue over the outer walls (concentrating especially on the areas around windows and doors). He the. proceeded to light a cigarette and dispose of the used match by tossing it into the puddle of fluid at the back door. He even stayed to hear his biological father and the man's real family burn alive. He was a sick fuck. 

Despite everyone thinking him an only son of a weak, cowardly and poor disgrace for an Sicilian man and a fat, hairy woman who had been a prostitute in Palermo before coming to America immediately following World War One, he learned to instill fear in almost all of his peers. 

While Rissa's temperament and moderately high intelligence alone was enough to make him dangerous, both were amplified significantly when he was forced to choose between prison or the battlefields of Europe as a 17 year old boy who had been caught robbing a movie theater with s switchblade. It had not been his first offense. He wisely (or foolishly, depending on whom you ask) chose to join the Army and and was enlisted as an Infantryman and shipped off to France. 

In the Army, he learned how to kill with more than knives, clubs and pistols as well as learning about more advanced combat tactics and familiarizing himself with military grade weaponry. He also somehow looted and successfully smuggled back a significant amount of gems, which aided in his establishing himself in the New York Underworld. His services as a contract killer brought him into contact with a few of the right (wrong) people and through a not so subtle threat, acquired a large formerly Irish Pub with apartments upstairs and a salon next door. 

After acquiring the salon and opening up the walls in between, he turned it into his Gentleman's Club and hangout. It quickly became a popular hangout for Italian mobsters and allowed him to establish many useful connections. Soon, the 'work' he had been doing led to him joining a crew. Serving a few years in that crew was enough to bring him close to the Family and within another two years he was inducted into the family as a 'Made Man'. 

Shortly after he was 'Made' he noticed that he actually had a few women willing to marry him. He was evidentially drawn to a young girl whose family was peripherally related to the Family. Her short and rail thin build mixed with her mousy facial features and button nose drew Sal in. As soon as he figured out that she was a natural submissive, both inside and outside of the bedroom, he quickly married her with little fanfare. It was her sister's son who, wanting to earn the respect of his uncle, tried to use his relationship with Salvatore Rissa to gather some other hoods to attack the bitch-cop that had been causing them problems (including arresting him after embarrassingly boxing him onto his ass). 

Obviously, this caused a whole shitstorm. The NYPD believed that the Mob was making some sort of declaration of war by trying to murder a female cop in her bed at home by trying to rape her and blow her house up (intentionally or not, the story was altered and embellished without mention that it was 'The Horseman' who actually orchestrated all of the pyrotechnics. 

Meanwhile, the Mob was pissed about losing those young men who had dangerous family and friends. Rissa was absolutely determined to painfully end the existence of the bitch-cop and the crazy medieval motherfucker in the hood. 

Without knowing who the vigilante was, he had no choice but to go for the she-pig first. Plus, he had no doubt that once he had her at his mercy that he would be a me to extract a name from her, if she knew his identity. It seemed likely that she would. 

He decided to have some of his men on the force arrange themselves on her protective detail one evening a few nights after the attack on her home. He was confident his men would bring her in. But, if they fucked up, they were expendable. Uniformed patrolmen on the payroll were useful but hardly a vital asset like the NYPD Captain or the multiple corrupt detectives that worked for him. 

That night, as Lisa drove home with her protective detail following, her escort flashed their lights signaling for her to pull over. Though she was curious, she wasn't overly worried. At least, she wasn't until the patrolmen told her that they thought they had seen smoke or steam coming from her wheel wells. They told her they were concerned that someone had tampered with her brakes, or worse, and asked if she could hold the flashlight while they simultaneously checked both sides of the undercarriage. Though she thought it an odd way to proceed, she was tired and wanted to get home. So she acquiesced and exited the driver's side just in time to see one of the patrolmen swing his flashlight right at her neck. 

Barely given a chance to react, her arm just barely made it up in time to block the swing. That didn't prevent the heavy aluminum tube from impacting her arm with enough force to temporarily prevent its use. She quickly ducked another blow and back pedaled, trying to create space and time. 

Unfortunately, the other officer had come around the front bumper of her car, cutting off her escape. She felt terror rise in her chest as she realized that instead of brandishing weapons at her, they simple held a pair of handcuffs, a length of rope, duct tape and a black bag. 

Knowing that her only real chance was the gun still sitting on her car seat, well out of reach, she simply charged the closest man. Catching him by surprise was a bonus but a trained woman fighting against two larger and similarly trained men with one arm rarely ended well for the fairer sex. 

As the men each grabbed and pinned one of her arms behind her back, she was saved from a painful death for the second time in less than a week by arrows flicking through the darkness from an unseen source. Oddly, it seemed like both arrows hit their target at the same exact instant. 

With a forceful lurch, the corrupt patrolmen bellowed in seemingly synchronized screams of pain as she turned to see a black arrow protruding from the thighs of each man. Shockingly, the arrows had hit both men with enough force to fully penetrate and pin each one's leg to the steel body of her Chevy. 

Lisa looked about wildly as she regained her composure before diving back into her car and reemerging with the Walther PPK that she carried under the seat. As she spun around and urgently brought her gun up, she was confronted with the figure that previously saved her at her house. 

"The Horseman'.

Still, she didn't lower her weapon. His striking eyes penetrated her very soul, or so it seemed, leaving her feeling vulnerable despite the fact that she held a gun on him.

She could tell he was smiling underneath his half-mask as he removed his hood. Facing her with the lower half of his face covered by what she could only describe as a 'Samurai mask' with it's glossy black and dull grey colors depicted the lower face of a fanged demon wearing a sardonic smile. The effect of the mask alone was quite unsettling but it was the rest of his outfit that made an impression. 

Though he wore a mink fur lined hooded cloak, fastened around his shoulders with short length of platinum chain and the the pelt of a huge lion laid over his shoulders, she could still see most of the front of his armor suit. The cuirass covering his torso could technically be described as a muscled cuirass however it looked different than the classical style made with sheet metal hammered into an anatomical representation of the torso that it covered like the ones she had seen in all of the Sword and Sandal movies that she so loved. But this cuirass seemed to be made up of many interlocking smaller plates that fit together to depict a high-tech representation of the individual muscle groups in a leanly muscular male torso. His hands and forearms were covered with gauntlets, segmented individual plates covering the separate joints of his fingers without restricting their movement. A pair of short wakizashi swords hung from each hip along with a bowcase that hung along the right thigh and housed the recurve bow and dozens of arrows in a variety of styles, made for a variety of purposes. A long, subtly curved katana was strapped to his back

"Who are you?" Lisa asked, her voice strong. 

"Do you really expect me to give you my name?" He replied humorously. 

"I suppose not" she said, "why are you helping me?"

"Because I rather like you. You are brave, honest and honorable, unlike most. More, I admire you."

"Says a man who spends his nights jumping off rooftops and..."

"Get down!" He yelled, tackling her to the ground as the roaring of a car engine grew and the staccato burst of automatic weapons fire erupted around them. 

Lisa felt several consecutive impacts as he lay on top of her and she realized that he was shielding her body as the bullets struck his broad back repeatedly, causing her to cry out at the realization that he was dying for her. 

The gunshots stopped as the car pulled up and two men hopped out, careful to keep the downed figured in the sights of their strange looking automatic weapons. They walked up as Lisa helplessly struggled to escape from underneath the armored weight of... Armor! Lisa thought as the two men raised their guns only to scream and collapse in response to two pairs of meaty impacts. 

Aiden had played possum until the men were within range before his katana whistled in a deadly arc as it was drawn from his back in the shinobi style to slice through the shooters' Achilles' tendons. The two men, large blonde men who cursed in German, hadn't even completed their descent to the ground when the sword flashed again and two STG-44 assault rifles clattered to the street with a hand still wrapped around the grip of each. 

The driver of the car raised a Luger and leaned out his window to take a shot but, faster than her eyes could follow, The Horseman drew and fired an arrow from the knee that flickered through the intervening space at an upward angle to pierce the driver's hand and pin it through the roof of the car. 

"Are you ok?" The Horseman asked Lisa with a groan. 

"I... I think so." Lisa replied as she regained her wits after the near death experience. 

When she looked up, he was rifling through the bodies and she noticed that despite the no fatal wounds they were all dead, eyes still open. Seeing her look, he said "cyanide capsules. As soon as it was spare t that they wouldn't escape, they offer themselves."

"Christ, why?"

"They're Nazis," he replied distractedly as he looked through the contents of their pockets before returning to the car and popping the trunk. 

"Nazis?!" 

"There were rumors that many of the high ranking officials that escaped the fall of the Third Reich had rendezvoused in Argentina, some said for refuge while others said that they traveled there as part of a plan to start an underground resistance."

"That's ridiculous!"

"Is it?" He asked, "after all, Adolf's death was never truly confirmed. In fact, the only confirmation there was was the statements of a few of his personal guards and even they didn't see him die. In fact all they ever saw was two bodies wrapped in blankets that they were told belonged to Hitler and Eva Braun. The Russians only recovered two scorched bodies with no way to verify them. The world was so eager to believe that Hitler was dead that many didn't even consider other possibilities."

"That can't possibly be, though. Can it?"

"Normally I would agree with that. But the fact that three SS men lay dead at our feet, here in New York City, I'm not so sure. I..."

"What the hell?" Lisa said, turning to point behind him. 

However Aiden didn't look. He was distracted by what he had just found sitting in a very old stone box in the trunk, the only item in it. Removing the lid had revealed a dagger that appeared to be made from ivory or bone and looked positively ancient. The blade was thin and long with a razor sharp point and a strange dull finish. The dagger seemed to vibrate with energy and Aiden felt a strange feeling in his hand as it texted forward to trace the unrecognizable runes artfully engraved into the strange horn handle. However the instant that his finger made contact with the hilt the, the dagger simply vanished. The only noticeable effect was a reddish glow that seemed to emanate from the veins on the hand that touched the blade. He was unable to further consider it further due to Lisa's increasingly insistent voice calling for him. 

"What is it?" Aiden asked as he turned around. 

About forty meters away a man and a woman approached. The man seemed to be in middle age while the woman appeared a bit younger, both were African American and very physically fit. The most obvious aspect of their appearance was the white costumes and eye masks that they wore, tights that coveted their bodies but left little to the imagination. The man was very tall, wide and muscular, 6'7" and 270 lbs. at least, while woman was lean but curvy at around 5'9" and 145 lbs. and not an ounce of fat outside the heavy, round breasts and large bubble butt. Aiden called out to them, "nice costumes but you know it isn't Halloween yet."

"Shut up. You need to come with us," said the giant of a man, muscles bulging under the white tights. 

"Why would I do that?" 

"Because you don't want to get smashed."

"Would it be you that did the smashing, Ox-man?"

"My name is Moon and don't say I didn't warn you..."

Moon started to step forward before his companion placed a hand on his chest and he stopped and she said, "remember why we are here."

Turning to Aiden she said, "my name is Star and we were sent to collect you. Your country needs you."

"My country? Are telling me that the United States government us now employing costumed crime fighters?"

"My husband and I have... abilities that resulted from a lab accident. We offered our services to the government so that we could do something good with the power that God bestowed upon us."

"God, huh?"

"I believe so, yes." Star said. 

"And, these abilities... What exactly are they?"

Star responded in a level and logical voice that left no doubt of her speaking fact, "we both received increased reflexes, sharpened senses and physical health. Moon possesses greatly enhanced physical strength, density of muscle and bone and slightly accelerated healing."

"And you?"

"I can absorb, harness and manipulate solar energy."

"That sounds quite useful," Aiden said. 

"Thank you" Star said, obviously surprised that The Horseman had grasped the significance and versatility of manipulating starlight. 

"You do realize that I don't have any super powers, right? Why would the government want to recruit me?"

"I asked the same thing," Moon grumbled. 

"Hush, Moon." Star said before turning to The Horsemen and speaking, "maybe not but your training, skills and tactics are highly unusual. You have managed to successfully combat the city's worst criminal elements for months by using a bow and a sword in gunfight after gunfight. I think our handler and the project supervisors are anxious to find out where you received your training."

Moon looked angry at the admiration present in Star's voice but Aiden just ignored him and spoke, "you don't want to know where I was trained."

"More importantly, you managed to successfully intercept and neutralize a highly trained SS team that had been hired for some sort of job here in New York. We only recently discovered that there were SS teams still operating, though now they work as the world's finest military mercenaries, for anyone who can pay their exorbitant fees

"Yes, I gathered as much."

"Already, really? How?" Star said, starting to act like an impressed schoolgirl and making Moon's insecurity rise further. He has always felt like his younger wife was out of his league and as smart as he was scientifically, he still didn't exhibit much of a practical intelligence and it made his ego quite fragile. He tended to use power or brute force as a solution to his problems and his super strength meant that it usually worked, though his wife wished he would at least learn finesse in the bedroom. 

Aiden smiled and though his black mempo mask covered the lower half of his face, his strikingly beautiful eyes betrayed his facial expression as he spoke in his low, charming voice and prepared to play on the fact that Star was obviously sexually excited by witty and intellectual men, "there were actually several indicators. The first was their weapons; German manufactured, military grade hardware but more than that, the Sturmgewehr model 44 was particularly favored by the SS during the war. They were only produced and issued to a few units late in the war and many said that the Nazi's would've won the war had they developed the weapon sooner as it combined the high rate of fire and compact size of a submachine gun with the greater velocity, power, range and accuracy of a rifle. These weapons are very hard to find and only the most elite German troops received them. In addition, the men possessed Germanic bone structure and facial features as well as the physical characteristics favored by the Aryans. Also, I heard one of the men curse in German, using a vulgar expression commonly used by SS troops on the Eastern Front. The cyanide capsules, excellent quality fake passports and willingness to use both only confirmed it."

Star was almost panting with need after the intellectual foreplay. "That really is quite..."




The Horseman Ch. 02 Pt. 01



Star never finished her praise as Moon lunged forward and punched Aiden in the chest with enough force to knock him back a dozen feet. Lisa, quietly listening the whole time, raised her gun and was about to demand demand surrender when Moon slapped the gun away and tossed her over the car, the impact knocking her unconscious. 

"Moon, what the hell are you doing!?" Star yelled in surprise. 

"You shouldn't have done that," The Horseman said as he slowly rose. 

"Why, can't take a little punch?" Moon leered. 

"I wasn't talking about striking me, I was talking about her" he said as he gestured to Lisa's unconscious form. "You'll regret putting hands on her."

"Your little girlfriend will be fine. You won't." Moon replied. 

"Enough! Stop this now!" Star yelled. 

"I'm sorry Star, but your husband is a bully and I think I'm going to show him how hollow his strength is without the moral fiber to back it up."

"I'm going to crush you, little man."

"I think you just showed everyone here that you are the little man, woman beater."

Moon growled and began to advance. 

Aiden casually drew and fired an arrow at Moon's left thigh. Instead of punching straight through the limb, the arrow only penetrated about an inch. Moon laughed, pulled the arrow out and snapped the carbon fiber shaft in half as he said, "my muscles are as hard as cement. You're going to have to do better than that, Robin Hood!"

"Alright" Aiden said. 

Moon charged again but in the time it took for him to close the twenty meters between them Aiden had put three heavy arrows into his shoulder in a tight group, the heavier shafts penetrating deeper than the carbon had but still failing to do any serious harm. And then Moon was on him, smiling viciously as soon as he was within reach. However to Moon's great surprise his right haymaker met with only air as Aiden smoothly fucked under the blow that would have crushed a man's skull as he drew one of his wakizashi shortswords with his right hand while his left still grasped the grip of his bow. 

"Stop this!" Lisa called out, having woken from unconsciousness. 

Star raised both of her hands and sent out a blast of solar light at each man. Moon was knocked from his feet as he was flung back by the blast after it struck him squarely in the chest. Aiden, on the other hand, saw the energy attack coming despite having his back turned. Reacting quickly when Star had raised her hands, he had pulled the lion skin from it's place wrapped around his shoulders and held it up in front of his body like a screen. Star's solar blast wasn't lethal as she hadn't wanted to seriously injure either men but she had loosed enough energy to knock a strong human man unconsciousness and send him flying through the air for several meters. Even the super strength and increased density of Moon's body wasn't enough to prevent the giant black man from being knocked on his ass by his wife, yet Star could only stare in shock as The Horseman pulled up the golden pelt as if it would somehow shield him. She had fired the powerful blast of light anyway only to see something physically impossible occur before he very eyes. 

The beam of solar energy immediately dissipated harmlessly on impact with the lion skin. 

Her and her husband might have had superpowers but their abilities were all within the realm of physics. It was impossible that an animal skin could absorb so much physical force and energy. A puzzled Shawna called out, "what the hell was that?"

"A lion's hide," Aiden quipped playfully. 

"You know what I mean, that shouldn't have been possible!"

"Says the woman who can shoot the light of the stars from her hands," Lisa said. 

"There are scientific explanations for my powers. What I just saw was physically impossible!" 

"Yes, it is." The Horseman replied. 

"But how... What is it...that can't be a normal lion hide."

"No, it is not a normal lion hide." Aiden said, resuming a fighting stance due to Moon's approach. 

"Moon, enough!"

Blind with rage, Moon didn't react at all to his wife's voice and simply plucked the three arrows from his shoulder and charged again. Aiden barely managed to sidestep the attack before the blade of his wakizashi shot out to connect with Moon's arm, cutting easily through the skin but not much deeper as the slash met muscle as hard an cement. Moon responded with a backhand that caught Aiden by surprise and sent him flying back, his ribcage saved only by the armor. Trying to follow up, the giant lunged down to finish the job but his agile adversary rolled out of the way just in time for the huge fist to pass him by an impact the street with enough force to crack the concrete. 

Moon pushed forward again as Aiden rolled to his feet, coming up just in time to parry what would've been a devastating gut punch. For the big man it was like trying to capture smoke as The Horseman swirled and danced around his punches and grabs, returning the punches with amazing speed and surprising strength. In fact, even with the increased bone and muscle density Moon was aching from the impact of the blows. The beginning of fight's end started when one of Moon's punches looked like it was going to land as Aiden stood without moving or dodging. Instead, when the blow came, his own hand flashed up to intercept a super strengthened blow obviously meant to kill him. The huge black man cried out and grasped his hand as he pulled back to inspect the damage, discovering the front half of an arrow with a diamond tip. Using the man's own strength against him, Aiden had allowed his opponent to generate the necessary force before meeting the incoming fist head-on with an arrowhead that wasn't going to break, bend or snap.

Moon winced as he paused to pull the arrow from his hand. Before he could resume his attempted pounding a concentrated explosion knocked him back to the grand as one of Aiden's explosive tipped arrows slammed into his sternum and detonated. On any normal person the explosive arrow would've left a gaping hole in the chest but the super strong giant simply had the wind knocked out of him, a nasty bruise and a few cracked ribs that immediately began to heal. As he rose from the ground to a knee, there was a flash of movement and his lights went out. 

Star goggled in shock as The Horseman knocked Moon unconscious with a lighting fast punch, something she hadn't even thought possible. 

"I told you," the masked archer said before turning to Star and saying, "I'll be in touch."

"Wait! You don't even know who I am or how to find me!"

"I'll find you," he said before disappearing between two nearby buildings, leaving two shocked women and one unconscious man standing in the street.

:..:

Julia had become quite interested in the vigilante that the whole city was talking about. It was true that her interest was probably little more than a diversion of the idle rich, at least at first, but she found the mysterious man and his actions truly intriguing. The dark defender was the ultimate bad boy and she lived for bad boys. But more than that, he stood for something in a city where corruption and hypocrisy reigned. They called him The Horseman but she herself didn't much care for the name and had taken to brainstorming a new one for when she met and seduced him, at least that was her naive plan. 

The previous night he had busted the Assistant District Attorney for corruption, evidence tampering and even murder without harming anyone. At least not seriously. It turned out that the ADA had been in league with the mob willingly, not under threat or duress as was often the case. Somehow the vigilante that managed to get multiple incriminating recordings of the ADA discussing mob business as well as pictures of him dumping the body of a dead hooker into the East river, a body that was retrieved from the riverbed soon after. The attorney's bodyguards, two mob underlings sent by their boss to make sure that one of their most valuable assets to follow at a discreet distance and blend in to prevent any observers from wondering why an ADA would have bodyguards or how he could pay for them, had been found hog tied with their illegal weapons and an envelope containing the evidence in the holding cell inside a police station. Nobody knew how he managed to get in undetected as there was no sign that the detectives assigned to the case could find and indeed the only sign of the vigilante's involvement had been a black arrow buried three inches into the cement floor of the cell. 

It also happened that The Times had received an envelope containing pictures of the restrained men and evidence in the cell as well as a short letter that described the events regarding the ADA and stated that his intentions were not to usurp or undermine the NYPD's authority but rather to neutralize the threats presented by those beyond the means of the police department, whether it be due to political protection, wealth or a tendency to render normal police methods and their limits ineffective. Naturally the letter had been posted in a front page article due to The Horseman's exploding fame and notoriety. Julia loved that he wasn't scared to confront the mafia or step out of the law to accomplish what needs to be done. She didn't see him like some comic book superhero but rather a dark avenger who tried to preserve life but was willing to take it if necessary. 

For weeks since The Horseman had began his one man crusade of justice Julia had gathered all the articles, paid very well for all of the police reports and tried to do what the police couldn't in discovering his identity or whereabouts. So far she had not met with much success but she was still absolutely determined. 

"What are you doing, Jules?" Aiden said as he appeared behind her. 

"Shit! Make some damn noise, I hate it when you do that!" Julia said, placing a hand over her chest. 

"Sorry Jules. Anyway, what are you up to here? The Horseman? Isn't that the crazy guy with the swords?"

"Don't forget the bow. If you must know, yes. I'm trying to find him."

"What? Why?" Aiden asked. 

"None of your business."

"Julia, I'm not sure that's a good idea. He could be dangerous and he might not appreciate being tracked down, if you can manage it."

"I'll be fine."

"If you say so," Aiden sighed and walked out. 

"In fact, I'll be better than fine." Julia said to herself with a sly smile as she recognized something in a police report.

:..:

Julia was on her way to the company's main office downtown when they kidnapped her. 

Four men in a van who were obviously attempting to gain a large ransom payment. She was worried but glad that they hadn't hurt her and she knew her mother would pay the ransom, so if they were professionals she should be alright. Though she was blindfolded, she was able to recognize sounds and smells that told her that they had taken her to a building near the harbor. A chair sat in the center of the open, empty lower floor and her wrists were secured to the arms of the chair. Throughout the entire process the men didn't speak, or at least not in front of her, and never removed their gloves or masks in her presence, which gave her hope that they would indeed release her after the ransom was paid. 

She was deep in thought when she heard a strange cough and turned to see one man collapsing choking on his own blood with an arrow through his lungs. The other three kidnappers immediately jumped up and reached for their weapons. Only two made it in time. Clueless to the archer's location, the two men began spraying fire from their Thompson submachine guns in all directions but it didn't help as both were hit within less than a second of each other before they could even empty the rounds in their first magazine. 

Breathing deeply due to the shock and adrenaline, Julia tried to slow her thumping heart down as she cleared her mind in an effort to calm herself. A moment later a man in black dropped from the rafters with catlike grace and landed softly right in front of her. The mask, the armor and the weapons left no room for doubt as to who this was, as if the arrows weren't already a dead give away. Julia smiled and tried to look cute as she batted her eyelashes and said, "could help untie me, please?"

Her savior wordlessly complied before he began to retreat into the darkness causing her to call out, "wait!"

The figure paused. 

"Thank you. Why did you save me, though?" Julia asked. 

"I..." 

He paused suddenly as his flicked over her shoulder. Julia turned to see a squat Asian man wearing a hooded white robe emerging from the shadows that obscured the edges of the space inside the building. A terrifyingly dark aura surrounded the man as he slowly walked forward towards Julia and The Horseman. Even Aiden had to consciously slow his heart and push down the fear naturally rising inside him with sheer force of will, which was unsettling since he had long ago realized that danger was often unavoidable but fear was optional. 

As if the dark power emanating from the white robed man wasn't threatening enough, at that moment a dozen other men wearing black oriental robes of a similar style materialized from the surrounding darkness. Aiden bit his tongue before asking what they wanted, after all it was pretty obvious that they were there for him. In a single fluid motion, he looped a wire around Julia's waist before firing an Ascender arrow to anchor itself in the building's high roof over the side opposite his position. Julia gave a yelp as the anchored arrow's motor activated and began pulling her up and across the room so she swung over the heads of the approaching men to harshly impact the catwalk over head. Her ribs hurt terribly but she was able to crawl up into the safety of the catwalk before scrambling to look back down at the events proceeding below. 

The man in the white robe had stopped twenty yards from the vigilante but those wearing the black robes formed a circle that was slowly tightening around him. She watched from above as the black robes drew straight bladed jian swords from their backs as they expressionlessly closed around him. In response, the vigilante drew both of his wakizashi shortswords, holding his right blade on the standard grip while that in his left hand was held in a reverse grip so that the subtly curbed blade ran along his forearm. He then turned to look at the watching white robe and gave a formal bow. 

That was when the scene erupted in a flurry of movements and sounds. Surrounded on all sides by outstretched sword tips, Julia didn't see anyway he could effectively fight back but in a flash the vigilante had knocked away the blades of both men to his front and lunged through the gap between them. It wasn't until he had moved between the two black robes and exited the circle that Julia realized he had used his body to shield the fact that he had dragged both of his swords low behind him as he passed through the two men. Both men collapsed as if their strings had been cut, though by the time they hit the ground the vigilante was already on the next nearest man, simultaneously parrying the black robe's incoming blow with his left blade and thrusting through the man's chest with his right. In an effort to take advantage of the vigilante's turned back a fourth black robe had silently kept forward with his sword raised but his target kneeled down that the last second, forcing his cut to slice through the neck of one of his comrades who had steeped up to challenge their quarry from the front. Surprised by his inadvertent decapitation of a peer, the black robe who had tried to attack from behind never saw the blade that severed his spine. 

The remaining seven black robes didn't seem disturbed by the death of their fellows but they did appear to be more cautious in their attacks. Two of them tried to attack in tandem but the Horseman simply flicked both of his wrists in their directions to fling blood from the tip of both swords into their eyes to blind them before handily lopping off both men's sword hands at the wrist with simultaneous upward and downward strokes with both swords. With seven of the five black robes down, Julia was just beginning to think that her dark savior could prevail against the overwhelming odds when the watching white robe stepped forward and thrust his hands forward to create a mystical blast of transparent energy that flung the vigilante back into a wall, hard, sending both wakizashis clattering to ground. 

She cried out as two of the five follow up slashes managing to land on unarmored areas before the five black robes hopped back and circled around the downed figure. After a few seconds he stood up, blood flowing freely from the slash on his left hip while the cut that had impacted his face had been absorbed by the mempo face mask, though it now hung in tatters around his neck. However something was different now, one could practically feel the electricity crackling through the air as an ancient, raw power began to fill the area. Standing up, the vigilante pulled away his sliced hood and ruined mask to reveal the face of her own beloved brother.

"Aiden!" Julia whispered in awe, a cascade of emotions rolling over her being. 

However, as she looked closer she saw that something was off. It was obviously her brother's body but it didn't feel like her brother. As if to confirm her gut feeling, Aiden raised his gaze from the ground to look at the impassive white robe and Julia gasped. 

Aiden's eyes were deep black. 

They didn't look like they were colored black so much as they absorbed and swallowed every bit of light. Like a black hole into the endless Void. 

The expressionless white robed master again repeated his mystical attack, however this time it had no noticeable affect on her brother. Following up on their master's attack, the five remaining black robes attacked again. Two came from the front with sweeping cuts of their jians only to stare in shock after their blades were stopped cold when Aiden caught both blades in either bare hand. A slight rotation of the wrists snapped the steel blades in half effortlessly, leaving the upper portions in his unscathed hands. Julia watched spellbound as he casually hurled both of the broken off blade tips at the white master, the blades flickering through the lit space faster than the eye could follow, though the white robed man simply raised two fingers and they both froze in mid air inches from his face. 

For the first time, the white master spoke, calling out to his black clad apprentices in what sounded like Japanese. Despite her status as a fashion model and a rich socialite, Julia was genuinely intelligent, only pretending to be otherwise amongst her air headed modeling colleagues. So it didn't make sense to her that these men spoke Japanese yet wore Chinese silk robes and carried Chinese jian swords. Her thoughts were interrupted when the white master blurred through the air like a corkscrew spiraling several feet off the ground in an impossibly fast and gravity defying attack on Aiden that made Julia's fear spike at the harm her brother might come to. To her shock, Aiden bent forward at the waist and to white master's body passed right over his back as he stood up looking unconcerned. To be fair, his face had been wholly without expression since his eyes went black, but then Aidan acted. 

As the white master landed and spun around to deliver a heel kick he found himself forced to defend himself with a rapid series of strikes and counter strikes that betrayed just how masterful he really was. With Aiden distracted while him and the master exchanged a flurry of blows much faster than she could follow, the apprentices tried to take advantage. With Aiden's swords on the ground several meters away, the black robes apprentices seemed confident that their efforts would be enough to overtake him in combination with their master. Julia watched as the apprentices gave a synchronized chant in a strange language, mystical symbols blazed to life on the blades of their swords where they glowed purple and attacked her brother simultaneously. 




The Horseman Ch. 02 Pt. 01



It seemed as if time slowed and Aiden's body sped up as he seemed to flow around the incoming attacks like water and pivoted around behind one of the apprentices to deliver an elbow that audibly snapped the man's neck before reversing the pivot to throw a tight hook like a boxer that impacted the left jaw of an attempted backstabber, sending a dozen teeth bouncing across the ground. An effortless and seemingly light palm strike to the man's sternum stopped his heart and sent him to the ground clutching his chest. The master again flowed in to attack but his advance suddenly stopped as the sole of Aiden's foot snapped his femur, causing Julia to vomit over the handrail at the sound of the wet snap, and a concurrent punch littoral lay caved in the left side of his skull. At that moment the three remaining apprentices surrounding him triangularly ab attacked in desperation. Aiden simply jumped a few feet off the ground before planting the sole of right foot into the chest of the man to his front on that side followed by the same to the man to his forward left before his right foot stomped backwards into the chest of the group's only female disciple, further propelling his body straight upwards and theirs straight into the ground. The two men struggled to regain their breath as they held up one hand in surrender and the other clutched their chests painfully but the woman, girl was probably more appropriate, pushed down her fear and again came at him with a desperate battle cry. 

She was good, very good, but Aiden simply moved to fast, even if he hadn't been so skilled, and he dodged her punched and ducked her kicks before cuffing her on the side of the head with an open hand and sending her to the ground unconscious. Julia gasped as it appeared that her brother was going to set to finishing off the two wounded men and their unconscious female colleague but her gasp froze in her throat as soon as she saw the white master's corpse stand upright as the ruined skull and unnaturally bent leg seemed to right themselves, snapping, crunching and popping back into position until the white robed man stood looking identical to the way he had when they had first seen him emerge from the shadows-with the notable exception of the crimson blood that soaked his previously pristine snow colored robes. A whispered word caused inky black smoke to pour from the palms of both hands to condense into two unnaturally black jian swords that pulsed with arcane power and ancient magic that made terror pump through Julia's heart. 

There was no way for her to be sure of what happened next as it occurred at speeds far beyond the limits of human visual perception but less than a second later the blur of in distinct movements occurring at hundreds of miles per hour ended with the white master's ever impassive face contorted in surprise and agony as an ancient looking bone dagger protruded from his chest, where it sat wrapped in Aiden's clutching fist. The dagger glowed the color of blood despite the fact that there wasn't a drop of blood emerging from the wound as the master's skin immediately began to pale and shrivel in desiccation. It looked like the dagger was literally sucking the blood and absorbing the life force from the body, all in less than two seconds, before the master's body crumbled to a pile of dust sitting on a white robe. 

Immediately upon their master's death deep black smoke like that the white robed man had used to form his evil looking sword began to quickly waft from the mouths of the surviving men and girl to form a thick wisp that flowed straight into Aiden's mouth. The bone dagger then flashed brightly and disappeared, along with the soulless black from her brother's eyes, right before he collapsed onto the ground, unconscious.

The events that she had just witnessed left Julia in understandable shock. Her only response was, "...well, what the fuck do I do now?"

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The Horseman Ch. 03



Chapter 3 is here...Please vote, please comment. I would like to be able to improve the story so let me know what you think.

Chapter 3: Cum and Join Me Big Boy

It was about an hour later when Leeanna heard a knock on her door. "Come in, it's open." She answered to the knock. The heavy door to her room opened and her father stood there ready to leave on his trip. "It's Daddy, Hunny, I'm going to get on my way now. I just need a kiss from my favorite girl before I go."

"Ok Daddy, here I come." She walked across the room gave him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Have a good time, I'll be fine alone. I planned on giving the house staff a couple of days off while you are away. It will be nice to go a few days alone." He nodded his consent, kissed her forehead turned around and closed her door once again. Leeanna went over to her alcove and sat in her chair in the sunshine. The house staff had already been informed that they were going to be off a half-hour after her father left on his trip. All she had to do now was be patient and wait for James to finally join her. She made sure that the cook prepared her dinner on a tray so she could dine in her room. The menu was a special selection, which included things she could share with James. 

She had asked the cook to bring a large salad for dinner and the rest of the tray was what she called "sex foods." There were saucy things that she could drizzle on James' body, like chocolate syrup whipped cream and honey. Most of the rest were things that she could share with him in a kiss or let him fill her up with so that he would have to suck them from within her. She thought that a wide selection would be fun. As long as the things were no bigger than maybe a large strawberry it could be a lot of fun. She had cut up pieces of cantaloupe and nectarines, tangerine sections, and a load of berries. Now that she had the food ready and she already had her ride on Lady today, she could take a nap. The staff would leave after all was prepared and shut the door behind them. They were told that they need not inform her of the exact time they left: just to shut the door when they go. She had complete privacy now. She took off her clothes and slipped into bed completely nude to nap and wait for James. 

Leeanna woke when the phone rang on her bedside table. It was James asking if it was ok to go up now. She told him yes, and stood up to put on her lacy white robe. It was her favorite one; soft and the tie was just under her generous breasts. It came to a "v" in the middle of her cleavage, and the tie ensured that they were held securely. The robe made her feel horny. The material rubbing against her nipples and the tie pushed her boobs out in front of her enhancing her size even more. She went over to her bedroom door and opened it so she could hear when James was on the steps. It was no more than 5 minutes when she heard his footsteps. She called out to him where her room was and said that the door was opened. She went to get a lighter and began lighting the many candles around the spacious room. He came in when she was almost done. Leeanna turned around to James walked over to him and gave him a long kiss hello. Their tongues entwined James put his hands on her breasts caressing them and gently rubbing her nipples through the thin fabric of her robe. 

It didn't take long for James to want more. He took a small step back and untied the sash at her waist letting her breasts fall free. Scooping them up in is hands he led one nipple to his eager mouth while he continued to play with the other. A few minutes went by before she could pull herself away from the pleasure he was giving her. Walking over to her dresser, she pulled out 2 pair of black stockings and put them on the bed. She sat down and beckoned James to join her. He had been watching her put the stockings on the bed, and guessed that she didn't plan on wearing them. Taking the advantage, he laid her down and started kissing her and sucking on her nipples again. He managed to get her up far enough that as he straddled her waist pinning her down, he could reach the bedposts. Doing just that, James tied each wrist to the headboard and her ankles to the footboard. Leeanna was a little perplexed about how he ended up tying her to the bed instead of the other way around, as she had planned.

"James, what are you going to do?" She asked. 

The reply was "well I think that what is good for the gander is also good for the goose. So I was going to let you be the tied up one this time." With that he got up and took his clothes, folding each piece as he removed them. She had no choice but to watch. When he was nude, he grabbed the tray he noticed was there near the bed. Grabbing a piece of fruit he let the juice drip on her belly and tits then put it in his mouth. Instead of licking off the juice he first grabbed a nipple in his mouth and sucked on it hard enough to pull it all the way in. After that he licked the juice slowly from her body, making sure to pay lots of attention to her more sensitive areas. He licked and nibbled his way down her belly. Next he put his left hand on her labia pulling apart her already puffy lips so he could see her sweet little clit. Before he began to lick and suck on it, he first took a handful of fruit and put all of the pieces inside her one at a time until no more could fit. 

"Oh James that is cold. Please don't leave them there too long, it is such torture."

"I'll see how I feel. You deserve some payback for tying up my dick and balls for so long yesterday. Not to mention having my wrists tied to those hooks. I want to make sure you get your just deserts."

"Don't you mean that you want desert? I feel how stuffed I am, how are you going to get them out?"

James winked as he stuck his tongue out lowered his head to her clit and began to lick and suck and pull on it with his lips. He lingered on her clit till she was about to cum and then moved his mouth to her fruit filled hole. James licked up and down across her being careful to miss her clit. He didn't want her to cum too soon. He put his tongue inside her and circled it around the fruit pushing his tongue as deep as he could manage, then sucked in grabbing only one piece. He continued licking up and down for a few minutes only grazing her clit before he captured it in his lips again. Once more he began paying attention to her clit sucking and pulling on it stopping just as she began to cum and released it. James continued this pattern for a while stopping occasionally to suck and pull at her nipples. About 45 minutes passed before she started to beg him to let her cum. He ignored her pleas for a while more, then got up and untied her ankles. James lifted her up a bit and put a fat pillow under the small of her back. He took his own fat hard cock in his hand and rubbed it up and down her getting his cock head nice and wet from her excitement. He put the first couple of inches in and pumped in and out. 

"Oh god James please don't tease me, give me your whole cock nice and hard." Leeanna begged again.

With that he finally obliged her slamming his rock hard dick all the way up to the hilt inside her. He fucked her hard and fast just the way she wanted. His balls were slamming against her ass with every stroke. Very soon he heard her moaning " god, oh ohhh....ohhhh my god here I cum. This is so delicious, give me your hard cock. OOOOOHHHHH god yesssssssss!!!!" He followed her as soon as he felt her tighten and spasm all around his dick. It was all he could take. His dick was hard from the beginning of tying her up. He slammed his dick inside her again and as soon as he hit bottom he let loose, his cum hitting her cervix and setting her off again.

They finally stopped, and James untied her wrists. He didn't clean her off though, he figured they weren't done yet tonight. She slowly got up and reached for a berry popping it into her mouth, and lay back down. This time she lay with her head at his cock and once again her clit was in easy reach of his mouth. James, as before, knew what to do without being told. She had gotten his cock in her hand and lifted up to get his balls in a good place for her to slurp them into her mouth one at a time. Her tongue flicking across the taught skin in her mouth made his dick hard just like before. She was pumping his dick up and down at the same time she sucked his balls one at a time going back and forth for a bit. He felt her mouth sucking at the tender part just under his balls again. She was having fun sucking hard right there, giving him a mark only she could see. He liked her attention and his moaning into her clit vibrated her so nicely. She finally captured his head in her wet mouth. As she sucked in so did he pulling her clit far into his mouth. Soon they were both cumming again exploding in pleasure. 

"Oh James, your cock is so delicious. I love sucking on your beautiful cock." Leeanna cooed.

"Leeanna my love, your pleasure is all mine. If you don't mind me saying so, I love your mouth. Watching you suck on my cock just made the pleasure more intense."

"I want a shower, James, care to join me?"

"It would be easy to twist my arm right now. Yes, I'd love to join you."

Leeanna got up and walked over to the bathroom. Leaving the door open, she started the water in the shower. "Come on in anytime James, the water is perfect." She stepped into the shower and waited for him to join her. The warm water streamed down over her head soaking her long hair. She heard him walk in and step into the shower with her. James stepped in behind Leeanna and gently put his hands around her. His hands found her breasts and seconds after she felt his warm fingers on her still sensitive nipples. She, once again, had the pleasure of feeling him gently play, twist and pull on her nipples. Leeanna soon felt his hardness again. She reached behind her and grasped his thick hard cock, sliding her hand up to the mushroom-head and giving him a playful squeeze before putting him at the entrance to her wet folds. She didn't have to give him any other hints. She felt him slowly enter her from behind. James was in no hurry, and Leeanna was feeling the most exquisite torture from it. She wanted nothing more than to feel his thick hard cock pounding into her from behind and he continued to squeeze her nipples. James had another idea. He stopped suddenly and pulled out ignoring Leeanna's protest. She soon found out what he had in mind, as she felt his cock head at her other entrance. She wasn't sure if she could take his mass in, but wanted him badly enough again to try. He slowly pushed in a little bit at a time. Leeanna tried to relax as much as she could and held her ass cheeks apart in an effort to make it easier for him. It hurt at first, but after he got his cock head inside her pain lessened, and she began to feel pleasure. 

He worked himself in and out going in a little deeper with each thrust until he had his whole dick inside her. She felt him working his dick in and out going faster until he was pounding her ass hard with each stroke. He was holding onto her hips to keep them both balanced. Leeanna was surprised to feel the beginnings of an orgasm coming on. 

"Oh, god, James!!! I'm cumming!!! Oh my god...ooooooooohhhh." That was all he needed to hear, and gave one more hard stroke in her ass and shot his whole load into her. 

"Leeanna....you're making me cummmmmm!!!" He held her tightly from the back as their breathing slowed to normal again. He pulled out of her and turned her around giving her a long slow deep kiss. With out much more talk he first washed her off, gently sudzing her body all over paying gentle attention to her tender swollen clit and her nipples. Then he washed himself, turned off the shower, and said "let me dry you off." 

She gladly let him continue his ministrations. He gently dried her body and dried himself, then led her back into her bedroom. She walked over to her bed and slipped back in under the soft linens with James next to her. She turned and kissed him capturing his tongue with hers and sucking on it. She planted little kisses on his jawline and up to his ear. She nibbles his earlobe and then kissed and sucked on the sensitive part of his neck just below, then laid her head on his shoulder. 

"James, I'm very glad you came to work for my father. The minute I saw you I had lust at first sight. I've never experienced that before, but I'm glad I did with you." 

"You saw my reaction to you, Leeanna, men cannot hide that sort of thing well. I saw you staring at me, and had an almost instant hard-on. I had to make sure your father had left before I turned around to you again. My hard cock was straining against my jeans, I was glad you let me kiss you. It turned out to be a good opportunity for both of us."

They lay there in her bed holding eachother as they fell asleep. Leeanna had a small smile on her face as she wondered to herself what tomorrow might bring.