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Destiny Ch. 01

By: CyberKitten221



As I was driving over to his house I knew I should just turn around and drive back home. I was heading to something that would change my life forever. There would be not going back after tonight. I wouldn't be able to pretend it didn't happen. I knew this and yet something kept pulling me toward him. Like he was my destiny and I didn't really have a choice. I hadn't seen him in ten years. The last time was for him to tell me that he was getting married. He wasn't in love with her like he was with me and their sex was no where as good but his father wanted him to marry her and well he just had to. Now ten years later he calls me out of the blue telling me how much he missed me and how his wife just doesn't satisfy him like I did. I should have told him to fuck off but I admit it – I was curious to see him again. We had been lovers for many years before and I was very interested in finding out if he was still as good. As luck or fate would have it his wife was going to be in Italy visiting her sick grandmother so we had the perfect chance to get together and "reminisce". He only lived about an hour away from me so I packed some stuff and was heading to him once again.

I had made sure to pack my sexiest nighties and lingerie for him. Stuff I didn't even bother to wear anymore. I had gone out of my way to make sure I was going to look damn good so he would be totally unable to resist me if I decided to make my move. Every since I had gotten his call I kept playing scenes in my mind about what I wanted to do with and to him. I had gotten myself so excited just from thinking of him that I had to actually masturbate so I could find the needed release. That only made me remember how much he loved to lie next to me and have me masturbate while he watched. That would make him so hard that he would always end up having to take over and we would make such passionate love.

As I drove up to his driveway I hesitated a second before parking. I looked in the mirror. I knew I looked damn hot. I had just had my haircut and was only wearing a little makeup. I had on a very short tight black leather mini-shirt with my purple tight fitting, low cut shirt. I had the nylons and the high heels that he loved seeing me in. I had a surprise for him though. The nylons were crotch less and I wasn't wearing any panties. I started to get wet just sitting there thinking about him. I got out of my car and walked up the porch to the front door. Just as I was about to knock the door flew open and there he was! Just as gorgeous and sexy as I remembered. He did look older but not that much. Before I could even get the word "hi" out he swooped me into his arms and kissed me so hungrily on my slightly opened lips. His tongue lightly tasting my lips before plunging into my mouth seeking my tongue for an exquisite battle, which I willingly lost. When I pulled back I was breathless and dazed. Oh how I had missed his kisses. I could see the lust, passion, desire or whatever it was blazing in his mysteriously dark brown eyes. He slide his arm around my waist and ushered me inside where he proceeded to step back and mentally undress me. He looked me up and down and walked around me as I stood there trying to take it all in. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he liked what he saw. I could tell by the bulge in his jeans that he wanted what he saw and that made me hotter. I admit to doing my share of mentally undressing him as well. I was slowly stripping his shirt and jeans off of him so I could get to his hard cock. Ah, but that would be later. Right now I needed to calm down and relax.

"Hello, Gerry!" I said somewhat breathless and seductively. "It's been a long time."

"Yes, Maura, a very long time, but you still look so hot and sexy."

Blushing I looked away. "Thank you. You haven't changed either," was all I could reply.

We stood there in silence just kind of staring at each other not really believing that it was real. Neither one of us wanted to move afraid that the magic would disappear and we'd wake up alone. Finally he took my hand and led me into an incredible parlor. The couches looked like they were made from the best leather around. I was afraid to sit on them. The hardwood floor was polished and not a scratch or dent anywhere to be seen. The stone fireplace against the far wall had (of course) a bearskin rug in front of it. The whole room was breathtaking and simply magnificent. He could tell I was in awe as I stood there looking at everything.

"Maura, these are just material things. I'm still me, the same old Gerry. My wife's family has money and she likes to live in comfort."

"Uh-huh," was all I could muster at that moment.

"Come sit down and fill me in on what's been going on in your life these past ten years," Gerry said as he led me to the closed brown leather couch and sat down gently pulling me with him.

I didn't want to sit there and talk – not now anyway so I leaned over, wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him to me. I let my lips teasingly touch his using my tongue to apply subtle pressure forcing him to open for me. I didn't waste any time and began kissing him passionately – showing him that the time for talking was later. It had been ten years since he held me and I wasn't going to sit there wasting more time. He took my "hint" and pulled me closer kissing me back urgently. He moved his head and trailed kisses down my neck as I leaned back. His hot tongue blazed down my neck and across my shoulder. Oh, how I ached for him. He took his hand and reached under the back of my shirt and before you could blink had my bra unhooked. He rubbed my back with his big warm hands – sending tremors down my spine. I pulled back to give him access to remove my shirt and he didn't hesitate. He threw my shirt and bra on the floor and trailed his tongue from my neck to my supple breasts. I arch forward trying to make his tongue touch my nipple – I was crazed with desire. He teasingly circled my nipple with his tongue – not touching it but coming oh so close. I was making little noises as I took his head and guided it to my nipple. He licked it with his tongue and finally took it into his mouth – oh the sensations that exploded thru me. I moaned louder and arched more trying to get as much of my breast into his mouth as I could. His other hand was still on my back supporting me as his tongue and mouth tortured me. I could feel my juices flowing and knew I was so hot and wet that it wasn't going to take much for me to orgasm. He switched breasts and repeated the tantalizing process all over again. Damn, I wanted more. He leaned me back and trailed his tongue down my stomach to the top of my skirt. He looked up at me and the passion I saw made me arch up begging for him to lick my waiting pussy. I pushed my ass upward so he could unzip my skirt and in a flash that too was on the floor. However, to my dismay he stood up! I looked at him, questioning what he was doing. He smiled slyly and reached for my hand. I too stood – well as best I could, considering how turned on I was. He led me to the bearskin rug and had me lay down. I smiled. I had fantasied about making love on a bearskin rug in front of a fireplace and now it was coming true.

I laid down and watched him as he slowly took off his jeans. He was so hard. I knew soon I would be able to suck on him and make him feel like I was feeling. He tossed his jeans and underwear on top of my clothes and lay down with his head between my spread legs. He wasn't about to give it to me just yet. He was going to make me wait. He began licking my inner thighs – switching from one to the other – using his fingers to massage the top of my pussy but not touching me where I ached for him. I tried to move so he had to touch me but he kept up this sweet teasing until I begged for him to touch my swollen clit. Finally he gave in. He spread me with his fingers and he lightly flicked my clit with his tongue. I almost came right then. I arched and moaned and begged for more. Soon he was licking me and oh God did it feel good. He knew when I was close to cumming because he eased up and held me off. He trailed his finger down to my lips and started stroking them as he licked me. HEAVEN! That's where I was. He wasn't done yet. Oh no. He played with my lips and then slowly – oh ever so slowly – he inserted his finger inside me - then another one. With his fingers stroking in and out of me and his tongue dancing passionately on my clit I came and came hard. All my muscles tightened as I let out this roar and my juices followed uncontrollably. He didn't stop then. No! He continued to stroke me and clean me with his tongue as I came back down to earth. I lay there limp and breathless.

When I did catch my breath – many minutes later – I sat up and smiled at him. I kissed him tasting my own sweet juices. I pushed him back and smiled. Now it was his turn. I started at his earlobe – licking and sucking on it knowing this arouses him. Then I followed the trail he did on me. I licked my way down his neck stopping to suck for a minute. Then I trailed my hot wet tongue down to his nipples. Oh yes – the pleasure of torturing him as he did to me was going to be mine. I circled his nipple with my tongue – flicking his nipple from time to time. This drives him crazy! I then finally sucked it into my mouth. God did he arch and growl. I was teasing his other nipple with my nail as I sucked this one then switched. He was trembling and clenching his fists as I continued my seduction downward. I trailed my tongue slowly down his stomach. I swept past his hard throbbing cock – lick the sides of his groin on my way down his thigh and up the other one. I breathed my warm breath on his cock as he begged me to take it into my warm wet mouth. I slowly took the head into my mouth just holding it there – letting my tongue rest upon it. He felt so good inside my mouth. I slowly began sucking on it using my teeth and tongue to create the perfect amount of pressure. He growled louder and moved his hips. His hands flew to my head and began caressing my hair. He wanted so much more but now it was my turn to make him wait. I continued to suck on his cock head – running my nails up and down his throbbing shaft – teasing his balls. His hips bucked upward trying to fill my mouth more with his delicious cock. Oh, he tasted so good. I love oral sex and he always loved how I did it. I was letting him fuck my hot mouth as my nails moved to tease his ass. He squirmed with pleasure – moaning and growling more intensely as I continued. I took him out of my mouth and licked my way down his rock hard shaft to his balls. 

There I licked and suckled them while rubbing his cock with my hand. I licked under his balls and began rubbing his ass. He was moving from side to side making the most incredible noises. He was making me all hot and wet again just listening to him. I easily applied gentle pressure to his ass as I continued to lick and suck him. Finally I couldn't take it anymore and I straddled his hips taking his hard cock into my wet hot pussy. He wouldn't last much longer and I was ready to cum again. I began to move franticly up and down his shaft trying to get more and more into me – deeper and deeper. He took his thumb and begins rubbing my clit as I bounced up and down upon him. I felt his whole body tense as he screamed and came deep inside me. As I felt him cumming I tightened my muscles and came right along with him.

Destiny Ch. 01



She had no idea the trip to Australia last year was the way to meet him. She went to Sydney for her doctor internship for one year. Thanks to her teaching diploma, she would be able to find a part-time tutoring job to earn extra money. After arrived Sydney about a month, she started working at the hospital for six days a week and took a part-time job as chemistry tutor in a prominent boys high school. After she finished her hospital work on Fridays, she had to go to the school for the two hours after school tutoring. Although she had been a part-time private tutor in Briton for a few years when she was doing her medicine degree, but never in a school for a group of students. Here is her the first day:

Kaitlyn walked in the classroom, the fifteen boys looked at her in surprise because the new tutor was so young. Of course, she was just 23 years old and finished the medicine degree in Oxford. Teaching a year 12 science class was always a challenge, but the brilliant young doctor loved to take the challenge. 

"Good afternoon, gentlemen. My name is Kaitlyn Heffernan, your new tutor for the next few months before your HSC exams. Now please pass these papers and don't open it." 

After the boys got the papers, one of the boys asked: "What's this? Is it a test? " 

"Yes. You got 40 minutes go show your quality, starts now. " 

The boys were still talking and complaining. 

"39 minutes left." 

They stopped and realised that is nonnegotiable, they all tried to concentrate. Obviously they found it hard and too much to do in 39 minutes. 

"Time's up, pens' down." 

They were all complaining the difficulties and time limit. Then Kaitlyn started to teach and show them how to manage and revise each topic. Actually she was showing them the tips questions of that year's HSC. The way she teach impressed everyone in the room and they had to concentrate in order to answer the questions from Kaitlyn. Jeff was always the funny boy. He asked Kaitlyn how she was so sure that some of the questions must be in the exam. 

And she replied: " I don't know, I just guess. You can choose not to believe." 

'Can we ask you some questions, Miss Heffernan' 

'Sure.' 

'Can we call you Kaitlyn?'

'Yes.'

'How old are you?' 

'That's too personal.' 

'But you said we can ask.' 

'Yes, I did. But I did not promise to answer.' 

'We would like to know what qualification you owned to teach us.' 

'I have a teaching diploma.' 

'Just a diploma?' 

'Yes.' 

'But we are top students in one of the best high school, we are going to study in top universities and be professionals.'

'So? ...Listen, I am not here to teach you what you will learn in the university, my job is to help you all in HSC chemistry, and I believe I am excellent at my job and that's why I am hired to be here. But your results will not depend on me or my performance but your own preparation and ability, you are all university students next year, you are not primary school students, it's your choice to decide whether you need my help.' 

Those boys started to look down but some of them are actually surprise on this diploma young girl's excellent teaching skills. Then the class continued. Only 10 minutes left for that two hours tutoring, Ms Hall, who was the boys' chemistry teacher, came in the classroom suddenly. She just finished her meeting and come to introduce Kaitlyn to the boys officially: 

'Hello, boys, everything ok? I am sure Miss Heffernan, Kaitlyn taught you more and better than I did. From now on, she will be here to help you every Friday, until the examination period. If you have any questions, don't hesitate, just ask her, she has excellent teaching skills and unbelievable knowledge in chemistry, biology, physics and maths, and she is a very experienced tutor at teaching students for exams, we are so lucky to have Kaitlyn before the exam to replace Mr Austin.' 

Then Ms Hall turned to Kaitlyn: 'Kaitlyn, all these boys want to study medicine in the future, can you give them some information about that.' 

'Sure.' 

'Boys, you want some information of being a doctor, here is your chance, Kaitlyn just finished her medicine degree at Oxford University in Britain and she is doing her doctor internship in Royal Prince of Wales Hospital. Feel free to ask Kaitlyn questions, I am sure she can help you. OK, I have another meeting, see you boys tomorrow.' 

After Ms Hall was gone, the boys start asking questions again, 

'Kaitlyn, why didn't you tell us that you are a doctor?' 

'Not yet, I am just doing my internship. And that has nothing to do with teaching.' 

'At least...' 

'At least what? A tutor only got a teaching diploma doesn't deserve your respect? Don't judge people so easily. You are all too good in this school, but you still haven't seen enough people outside to judge them.' 

'That means we are not good enough?' 

'That means you are all still high school students. When you get in to the competition outside, you will grow up.' 

'I am sorry for my impolite and language, Kaitlyn. We know you are good' 

'Don't be sorry, I know I am good, which can't be denied by what you said.' 

That was the first day. But Kaitlyn didn't really notice him, Chase Miller. All she knew was Chase Miller was one of the three smartest boys in that class. And predictably the second and third classes were unbelievable good for those boys. Chase knew he really liked this young teacher. 

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One Saturday, the boys were all waiting outside the train station and planning to go swimming together. Suddenly, they spotted Kaitlyn got off a car opposite the street, the big surprise was they saw the lady not tied her long hair, no glasses, no trousers, long dress, with a young gentleman got into the restaurant. 

Jeff always speak out the point: 'You know what? I always thought Kaitlyn is just a college student with similar age like us, but now, it seems she is a lady, our teacher, and far away from us high school students.' Justin didn't say anything just like the rest of them, but he really wanted to know who the man was. Her boyfriend? Or just a friend? When they asked Kaitlyn about the man the other day, the answer was 'too personal'. 

Two weeks later after the class, Justin was the last person to leave, and he went to Kaitlyn, 

'Kaitlyn, I... I want to be a doctor...' 

'You want to ask the information about being a doctor?' 

'Actually, no, I want to be a doctor, I am sure about my goal and I know I am capable to do that. And I understand what I need to study at university once I get in to medicine.' 

'So, what do you really want to ask?' 

'I want to know if you can be my private tutor for all subjects?' 

'Chase, I can't be your private tutor, I'm hired by this school' 

'I know, I know I have the ability to study medicine, but I am not sure I can get in, my first choice is University of Sydney.' 

'Don't worry, I am sure you can get in.' 

'But I applied Oxford University medicine as well. I have to make sure I can get in, I really want it. I think I am going to have the interview after the exam. I need some help. ' 

'Chase...' 

'Kaitlyn, please. Nobody knows I applied Oxford, I need your help.' 

'OK, Chase, I think I need to talk to Ms Hall first, see whether it is ok, would you mind if I talk to Ms Hall?' 

'No. Please.' 

'I will let you know next class, now go home, don't stress yourself too much.' 

'Thank you so much, Kaitlyn.' 

Kaitlyn knows that Ms Hall is still at school, so she goes to her immediately, 

'He did ask you?' 

'Yes.' 

'Normally, it is not appropriate to do that. But actually, you can, if he really needs help. That's why you are here, right?' 

'I know, but how do you think about Chase?' 

'Oh, you don't need to worry about that boy, he is the best student with great personality and he is reliable. He is the only one student that our school would recommend to Oxford this year.' 

'I just don't want anything bad happen.' 

'Maybe you should contact his parents first.' 

'OK.'

Then it was the meeting between Kaitlyn and Chase's parents. 

'Hello, Mr and Mrs Miller.' 

'Hello, Miss Heffernan. Nice to meet you. Chase told us a lot about you. We really appreciate that you can help him with the exam and interview.' 

'Call me Kaitlyn please. I am glad that you understand that, I just want to make sure you both know that this is the my first time being a private tutor here. I'm not sure how much I can help, all the results still depend on himself' 

'Don't worry, Kaitlyn, we know our son, he will try his best.' 

'I know he is an outstanding student, but I only know him for few weeks, I need your advice.' 

'We trust on him to make his own decisions. He always knows what he is doing.' 

'That's good.' 

'Miss Hall told us you two have the similarity to study at Oxford, he is quiet sometime, he doesn't want to show others his thought. And you seems quiet and polite too.' 

'Maybe...' In Kaitlyn's mind was surprising how mature this boy was.

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They started the tutoring the following week. Kaitlyn went to Chase's home almost every day after school. Days turned into weeks, they started to know each other more and became good friends. Kaitlyn was the only person that Chase loved to share any of his thoughts, problems and happiness. When Kaitlyn wanted to talk to someone, strangely the first person in her mind was the young Chase. His parents were happy to know they became good friends. One day, their parents asked Kaitlyn to do them a favour, they were going to have a party at home on Saturday, but Chase wanted to study and had tutoring, he couldn't stay at home with the party disrupting. So they wanted Chase to have tutoring and study at Kaitlyn's place for one day. That was the first time Justin went to Kaitlyn's apartment. Actually Kaitlyn's apartment was quite suitable for study, one bedroom, living room, one bathroom and kitchen, plus a small balcony. Those two were so concentrate on their study, even Kaitlyn was studying her own internship homework. They would discuss the problems when Justin needed help. After that day, they started to study at Kaitlyn's rather than Chase's to avoid the disruption from Chase's little brother. 

For three months, Chase almost spent all his weekends with Kaitlyn, even at weekdays, they always exchanged all the stuff through the phone and internet. At the weekends, they started early in the morning, Chase would drive to Kaitlyn's place in the morning and picked up some breakfast on the way. They ate together, then studied together, watched TV, listened to music and played scrabble together. And what they didn't know was the feelings developed between them became stronger. There was one night, they were still discussing a difficult question, while Chase seemed a little tired and discouraged. 

'Kaitlyn, are you sure I can do that? There's always another problem. I ...' 

'Why?' 

'I can't do that, I am so tired, maybe I am not good enough. ' 

'That sounds not like you. You are always so confident. ' 

'Yes, I am. But how can I keep strong when there's no end for the problems. What if I finally fail?' 

'Justin, don't push yourself too much, you don't need to be that strong all the time. You can't solve all the problems to go to uni, there must be some problems that you can't solve and no one knows the result. The fear of result is just encouragement but not high pressure, it's ok to relax, to take a rest, then just try your best and enjoy your study, and the rest will take care of it.' 

'Thanks, Kait.' 

'Kait, uh?.....All right, go home and get some sleep ok?' 

'Can I stay for a while?' 

Then he tried to close his eyes and fell asleep on the couch. 

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There was another Saturday, they were studying at the table in the Kaitlyn's in the afternoon. When they stayed close to share a book to concentrate on one question, Chase found himself staring at Kaitlyn's so close face and could not take his eye off her. 'God, I never realise how beautiful she is.' Chase thought to himself. When Kaitlyn turned to him, they stared at each other almost 5 seconds, then Chase closed the gap between them and kissed Kaitlyn on the lips lightly, 'Chase, I...' the lips touched again, Kaitlyn took in a breath and Chase slid his tongue through her opened lips into her mouth. The touch of their tongues sent electricity through their bodies. The kiss deepened, both couldn't resist the moment of passion. They stopped abruptly, panting and both not sure what just happened. 

'Chase, we... we can't...' There's a long silence, both couldn't find the words to speak. 'I feel a little bit tired, I think we should stop here today, I drive you home.' Kaitlyn spoke first after a few minites. 

'Kaitlyn, I ... , ok.' 

They did not say anything until she drove him home. 

'Kaitlyn, I'll see you tomorrow, ok?' 

'Um, ok.' 

Obviously they both needed time to clear their mind. 

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Chase had a sweet dream that night, he dreamt about Kaitlyn. All he was thinking about was her, their first kiss and the dream. But Kaitlyn couldn't sleep all night: 'this was not happening, how do I feel? What's that about? Do I have feeling for him? OK, maybe a little. But we can't be together, I am his teacher, and much older than him, I can't cross the line.......' Then Kaitlyn made her own decision. The next day she called Chase's parents and emailed Chase and told them she was sick and could not teach for the next few days. Actually, she was looking for another good tutor for Chase. She didn't answer his calls or replied his email until Wednesday night. Chase couldn't wait anymore, he need to see Kaitlyn, to hear her voice. When he arrived at her door, she's not home yet. He just waited outside. Kaitlyn went out to have dinner with her colleague Robert, who had been chasing her for months. She had no idea why she would agree a date with him, 'I need to have dinner anyway.' She thought to herself. When they were back to Kaitlyn's place, Chase saw them walked to the front door. A pang of jealousy stabled in his gut when the guy kissed her goodbye on her cheeks then drove off. When Kaitlyn turned to open the door and heard Chase's voice,

'Why did you go out with him?'

She turned and found Chase standing right in front of her. 'What are you doing here, Chase?' She stepped in the apartment. He followed.

'I thought you are sick.'

She didn't reply, he felt his anger boiling.

'You're pretending sick, you didn't answer any calls or emails from me because of what? That kiss? You even went out with some guy who you don't like and let him...let him kiss you for what? Avoiding me? '

'Chase...we can't...'

' We haven't even talked!' He was almost screaming.

That's the first time Kaitlyn saw him raised his voice.

'OK, let's talk.' She sat down on the couch and faced to Chase. 

Chase tried to calm down a little, still standing there. 'I can't get you out of my head, Kait. We studied together, played together, laughed together, shared our life together for the past four months. Not until that kiss and you were avoiding me, it finally dawned to me that I can't, I can't live a day without hearing your voice... I love you, Kaitlyn.'

'That's not love, Chase. We barely know each other. And you are still a high school student...'

'I 'm eighteen, I know how I feel, and I know you feel the same way about me.'

'Maybe you have some feelings now, but it won't last, Chase. You're young, you can find some sweet girl that match with you in the future...'

'Is that what it is? I am younger than you? A high school student? That you don't trust me? I don't even deserve a chance?' He was shouting now. 

'We can't be together. I made my decision.' She was still so calm.

'How can you ignore your feeling? How can you be so calm...so cold?'

She was hurt by the last words but hided it well, 'You don't know how I feel!' she paused, then continued, 'I have contacted another doctor named Kenneth, who was also graduated from Oxford, he can help you with the exams and interview from next week, I'll call your parents later this week that I can't be your tutor anymore.'

A drop of tear was running down his cheeks. 'We were only teacher and student to you? Not even friends? Weren't we?'

She didn't reply. His felt his heart was breaking. Then he left quietly.

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They both could not function properly next two days. All in Chase's mind was Kaitlyn, and he was hurt and angry. What they didn't know that something was destined to happen. Chase was so gloom, his classmates dragged him to the bar to relax on Friday night. Jeff gave him a surprise by inviting the girl Ada who was mooning over Chase for years. She looked so sweet and she hauled Chase to the dance floor to dance with her. Chase was a bit drunk and didn't bother to refuse, gave in and imaged he was dancing with Kait. That's when Kaitlyn spotted him while she was in the bar with her friends. She was staring at him dancing. Then Ada kissed his lips, he froze for few seconds and then pulled away. His eyes suddenly met Kait's over Ada's shoulder. Kaitlyn turned immediately. She excused herself and left the bar. She didn't know what she was thinking, the image of Chase dancing and kissing another girl kept flashing in her mind. She didn't want to think, she didn't want to show that she care, and she definitely didn't want to confront Chase just then. She couldn't. Chase wanted to go after Kait, he didn't care what Ada was muttering when he pulled away, but he was drunk and dodder. 

Finally, it was almost ten o'clock at night when he got to her home and was kicking on the door. Kait opened the door and stunned to find Chase standing there. 

'What are you doing here, Chase?'

'It was...It was just a stupid kiss. And she kissed me and I didn't kiss her.' She could tell he was drunk.

'You don't have to explain it to me.'

'Yes, I do. And I want. '

'You don't, you are drunk.' She turned away to go back to the living room. He grasped her arm to stop her. 

'Don't turn away from me. Don't do it again. ' 

Tears were running down his cheeks when he was saying this although that he was still drunk and swaying. Kait hauled him to the sofa before he started to fell down. Her heart sunk when she saw him hurting so much. And she knew it. She never thought that Chase would be so serious about her because she was selfish and over protecting herself too much and never thought about his feeling. Now he was hurting and that was all her fault. It startled her that she cared about his feeling so much, and she could not bear to let him hurting. All she wanted was the best for him, no matter what, she knew it from the beginning, but obviously refusing him was the wrong way, which may cost his study and exam. When he was lying on the couch, she went to get a wet washcloth to wipe his face gently. His hand squeezed her hand, he muttered 'Kait...'

'I am here.'

'Kait, ...I am sorry, I ...' He opened his eyes and looked into her brown eyes. He drew her down close and hugged her tight, close his eyes again. 

'I was thinking about you, I didn't mean to...'

'I know.' She cut him off. 'Now stop talking and rest, ok? We will talk later.' 

'You promise?' 

' I promise.' She wanted to pull away, but he wouldn't let her. So she sat down on the couch and let his head sleep on her lap and his arm wrapped around her back. She was twiddling with his hair as they both drifted off. They didn't know how long they slept, not until Chase's cell phone rang, they both jumped awake. Chase checked the screen, 

'It's mum, I better take this.' She nodded.

'Hey, mum.'

'Do you know what time is it now? Where are you??' It was midnight already.




Destiny Ch. 01



'Oh, I didn't realise...I fell asleep in Martin's house...' He looked a little uncomfortable when he was lying. 

'Mum, it's late now, I will be back tomorrow, ok?'

'OK, take care yourself.' It was easy for his mum to trust him, because of his maturity and always knew the right thing to do. Maybe that made him even more pressure from such huge expectation and responsibility from his parents and himself.

His head is still lying on Kaitlyn's lap. 

'You feeling better now?' Kait asked. 

'Yes.' He sat straight and reached to Kait's hand. 

'Kait, I am sorry... ' 

'Chase...' 

'Let me finish......when we started this tutoring, I knew I care about you, but I don't know what it meant. After these four months together, we shared everything with each other, the strong feeling are there that can't be denied. When I found all my thinking was you, I knew I have fallen in love with you. And I know you have so many thought about our relationship, I understand that. But I am not going anywhere, I love you Kait. I don't know if it will last, I know I can't promise you anything right now. I will wait for you if you think this is not the right time. I will wait, until you give us a chance.' 

When he was talking, he didn't realise that he was holding her hand tightly, nearly broke it. He was holding his breath, waiting for her answer. She looked into his blue eyes. 

'Chase, we are friends, good friends, no matter what happened. And I care about you too. But we can't go any further, at least not now. You need to concentrate on your study. That's the most important thing now...' 

'I couldn't, I couldn't concentrate without you.' 

'How about we stay at the stage as friends, and we wait, we will talk about us after all your exams and interviews finish.' 

'Does it mean you are still my tutor, and we can see each other every day?' 

'Every day?' 

'Can we study together every day? I... I want to see you every day.' He looked at her nervously. He was so afraid the answer would be no.

'OK.' The intense on his face suddenly relieved and smile spread on his face. Kait realised that he was so worried about her answer. He couldn't stop smiling. He drew her close and embraced her tight. He whispered in her ear, 'I love you.' 

They stayed at that position a few minutes, but neither wanted to pull away. They finally broke apart reluctantly.

'Are you hungry?' Chase asked. 

'Right, you didn't eat anything. How about you go to take a shower and I'll make you something to eat, ok?' 

'I like that.' Then he went to the bathroom.

When Kait was making some salad in the kitchen, Chase wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, his head on her shoulder and asked playfully,

'What is that?' 

'Chicken avocado salad with salmon.' 

'My favourite.' He started kissing her neck. 

'Chase...' 

'I know.' He said while grabbed the bowl and spoon, went to sit down on the couch and turned on the TV. She followed and sat next to him, started watching the TV. They sat in silence until he finished the salad. He brought the bowl to the sink and cleaned it then went back to the couch, but this time, he pull her to his lap and let her lean back to his chest while he sunk back on the couch to continue to watch the movie. Kait started to protest,

'Chase...' 

'Shh...let me hold you.' He placed a kiss on her hair and went back to the movie. She relaxed and rested her head on his shoulder. They both fell asleep as soon as they relax. Chase woke up at 3 o'clock in the morning, then he carried Kait to bed, they crawled up each other's arms and dozed off again. 

When Kait woke up in the morning, she felt Chase stir behind her and her back rest on his chest and his arm wrapped around her waist...



Destiny Ch. 01



His strong muscular legs carried him easily up the steep, barren Tor. A surge of expectation coursed through his primed body, primed for this very night. Under the soft silks that clothed him, skin covered hardness, honed from years of heavy toil on the outskirts of his village. He bore the work easily. He should do as he was the chosen one. His whole life had been dedicated to completing this night to the satisfaction of his gods.

He stood a good head above any other man he knew, his deportment adding to his presence. Yet he had earned the right to walk tall. He had been treated as any other animal whilst growing into a man. He was taught humility and honour. Through his years, he had learned the other side to this godlike status he had been given. He had had no friends. He knew of no family to call his own. Yet now he was their hero, their prince, their god. 

He remembered as he pushed himself steadily onwards and upwards, the exact day that everything had changed. A precession of village elders clambered into the stable he called home. They carried with them a sedan and as they opened the door for him to enter, he noticed the strange look that he had never seen before cross all their faces. At the time he could not place it but he knew it now to be a look of devotion and love.

It had been written in the stars for the astronomers to read, in the cups of herbs the crones fussed over but mostly in the birth of the golden bull. These many signs could not be ignored when they appeared all together. They knew it was time and from that day he had been treated as he had every day since. 

For years since, he was taught to be a gentleman. He had scholars from all corners of the lands come and teach him the way of lords and the etiquette to show him in all his glory at the right time. He learned the craft of the swordsman and the archer. He rode a horse as though it was a part of him and he could chase down the fastest hart on foot. 

All this and yet he was never allowed out of the boundaries of his valley. He had never climbed the summit of any of its sides. He had never followed the river further than a few miles. He had been kept watch over and any questions he asked were dismissed with some reason to do with danger and that he needed to be in his prime for the night.

During this second age of his life, he was introduced to women. He had been told of the need to be able to service any woman skilfully and with tender care, for one day the whole world would depend on this skill. He had been shown every technique of pleasuring a woman. At first, although his body responded correctly, he looked on in bafflement and wonder at the lengths people went to to reproduce. 

It seemed that every woman in the village and valley had been through his bed chamber. His foreplay was impeccable. He could seduce the hardest looking spinster, the shyest of maidens and he could keep up with the most wanton of the farm girls. Only one thing he could never do. He was forbidden to ever ejaculate inside any woman's vagina. To do this would surely mean the end of the world. He had come so close on so many occasions but it seemed even the most desperate of girls knew that this one thing was sacred. He had showered breast and buttocks with his semen. He had shot himself inside numerous lush lipped mouths, gaping wide to drink at his sacred fountain as though it was the food of eternal life. He knew what it was like to feel himself cumming inside a woman. He was well versed in anal intercourse and for many a month it was his sole wish to empty himself deep inside a woman's body. The power he felt from that one action was only equalled by watching a huge breasted matron lick the last drops of his semen from her deep red lips. 

After the initially headiness of an unlimited supply of sex had waned, he started to focus more on the woman he was with. He knew they were there to pleasure him in anyway he wanted and they gave themselves wholly to that task and why not? Was he not the fittest, most handsome man in the valley? He himself never saw himself in this light but the women did. They judged him against all the other men, whether it was their brothers, fathers or husbands. He was above them in every way. And the men thought it an honour to have their woman serviced by their prince. After all, they came back a changed woman and for many a night after they had fantastic sex.

So he looked at the differences in each woman. He saw what turned them on. They were as different as the markings on the cattle. What was a soft caress of his lips for one was an unbearable tickle for another. When one woman screamed to be taken deep and hard, the next would want to just feel his straining member nudge slowly, filling her aching pussy as though it was an instrument for dispensing soothing balm.

He learned to tell the signs of when a woman was ready to cum and depending on the night, he would either let her take all she could get instantly or keep her hanging on with long moments of pulling back and staying his hand for fear of tipping her over the edge. He loved this. He would watch in fascination at a girl, writhing around on his bed, begging for release. If she ever dared to pleasure herself, he would pounce on her and pin her arms back until her passions subsided but he never failed to let her climax.

Then one day, it was all over. He was summoned to the council and told that tonight, the great golden ox would be slaughtered in his honour and he would leave the village for good. He knew of all the lore that went with this day. He was prepared. He did not see it as an ending but as a new beginning, a huge adventure in to the unknown. He knew that he had been honed into this perfect specimen of a man in order to fulfil his people's destiny. Without him being ready, there would be no life for them. No bountiful crops. No fattened calves or full udders. The bull signified his own end as it had been born on the day he had become a true Prince. It will end its life on the night he ended his reign.

He had sat in the seat of honour at sunset and been given the most succulent meat and warmest bread. He had been given enough wine to see the world in all its splendour but his years of training stopped him from getting drunk. He needed a clear head for the night in front of him. As the night wore on, he saw tears in the eyes of the women he had bedded, even in the eyes of some of the men who had trained with him and taught him the lore of the land. They would miss their hero but the wonders that awaited him and them would be worth the pain of departure now.

The elders had regaled him with very little. They had clothed him only in a plain, albeit quality woollen long tunic. A simple crown held his shoulder length hair close to his head and a sword made purely for ceremonial duty hung loosely at his waist. He held it naturally and despite the basic wear, he looked regal and powerful. He would have little need of anything material tonight.

The air was warm despite the sun having set hours ago. He had left his village at moonrise to the sound of crying and cheers. He didn't look back as the occasion demanded and he surprised himself at the sudden moisture in his eyes. He knew he was making history and was proud of that but part of him would miss his people.

He looked around him now as he approached the top of the hill. Trees had died away some time ago and at this height, the bushes didn't grow to anything much beyond waist height. As he cleared the head of the Tor, he studied the terrain and in the distance he noticed several lights fluttering in the breeze. He moved his way between boulders that scattered the peak of the hill and as he closed in on the light he realised that there was a ring of torches surrounding a small outdoor area that seemed to be awash with colour. 

The scene was indeed a ring of flaming torches, each standing 6 feet high and forming a circle about 20 feet in diameter. The circle was interrupted at two ends with archways made of willow and studded with bright summer flowers. He stood under the archway nearest to him and looked in awe at the colour and comfort that offered themselves to his eyes. A vast array of cushions, rugs and throws covered the tor, carpeting every inch of its barren ground. Vibrant colours, the like he hadn't seen before beckoned him to come and lose himself. Flower petals lay upon every surface. Bowls and jugs, filled with fruits and wines lay within easy reach no matter where he chose to lie. 

As he stood marvelling at the feast before him he did not catch the movement from the other end of the circle at first. As his eyes swept around one more time, he finally caught a flash of white that hadn't been there before. He jumped slightly at the realisation that he was no longer alone. He focussed on the archway opposite as the white moved backwards and into the dark. He wasn't sure but he thought he caught a head of raven black hair and flashes of gold. He waited a moment but the figure still chose not to reveal itself.

"Hello?" he questioned the darkness. "Please, come forward into the light."

He waited for what seemed like an age and was about to move forward and find for himself, the elusive person hiding from him. Then, just as he stepped one foot into the circle, the figure emerged from the dark. He could feel his eyes widen and heartbeat quicken at the woman that stood in front of him. Shyly at first she almost apologetically revealed herself. Then, as she seemed to wrestle with her emotions, she rose to her full height and grandeur and took a further step into the circle of light and colour. 

He must have been stood in absolute awe at her beauty because she smiled at him raising an eyebrow in acknowledgement of his startled look. He recovered quickly and smiled back. She was a wondrous sight. Long black hair fell across her bare shoulders and only helped to accentuate her beautiful face. Big doe like eyes stared back at him and her lips parted as she unconsciously bit her bottom lip in a sign of nervousness. Her body was adorned in a flowing white dress that touched the floor and hung loosely from thin shoulder straps, yet hugged her body, revealing a wonderful cleavage that rose and fell with each unsure breath and hips that curved deliciously onto hidden long legs. The cleavage held a jewel that shone in the torches' flames and complimented her bracelets around slender wrists. 

After slowly lingering over his guest, he recovered from his trance and stepped gingerly over the cushions and bowls and moved to stand in front of her. She stood only inches shorter than he but the way she looked up to him caused him to shiver involuntarily. Her eyes showed expectation and desire. He took hold of each of her slender fingered hands and reached forward and kissed her tenderly on her pale white cheek.

"Welcome, my queen." ...............



Destiny Ch. 02



I thought when I fell into that deep sleep the night before that he would let me sleep and then take me back. Or at least I hoped he would, but no. He was on top of me again. At least not brutal and forceful like before. Just having sex with me this time. Slower and more gentle this time.

He finished rather quickly, but who knows how long he was inside me before I woke up. I was so sore from the previous night. I was glad when he finished. He rolled off and sat on the edge of the bed. He made sounds like he was stretching and I could feel the weight of the bed shifting. Then he stood up.

It sounded like he turned around.

"Good morning baby, how did you sleep?" His tone was gentle, almost caring. I heard him walk away and things started to shuffle. Cabinet doors seemed to be opening and closing. Was that a refrigerator door? I heard the clinking of pans. What was he doing now?

I heard the sound of him cooking. I could smell bacon and hear its sizzle. I laid there in his cum juices while he made us breakfast. I had to admit, I hadn't eaten much dinner the night before and felt hunger pangs in my stomach. The smells were wonderful.

Soon he was loosening my bounds and helping me to sit a little more upright.

"This is hot so be careful not to burn your tongue," he spoke the words so caringly.

I could feel the heat from the food on the fork next to my mouth. I took a bite of delicious scrambled eggs. They were hot and I started to choke. My throat was still sore from the brutal attack his cock had made on it.

I felt the glass of cool soothing water against my lips and took a sip. The choking subsided and I whispered for another sip. He obliged me this. He continued to feed me but I could only eat a few bites. My throat hurt so badly. He offered me more water and I gladly drank it.

He started to talk to me again.

"I'm sorry it hurts so bad today, but you'll be fine soon." "I'll get more water and we'll have you fixed up good as new before you know it."

How could he think that what he had done to me could ever be fixed? Even in my tired state of mind last night, I will never forget the things he did to me. He is a sorry son-of-a-bitch. 

At least the partial release of my hands was a godsend. Or maybe it was just that I could put them into a different position. Whatever it was, I was thankful.

It was slow, but I managed to get more fluids into my body. The water helped my throat so much.

The time passed, I don't know how much, but it seemed like an eternity. It seemed to be bright outside of my blindfold, but I couldn't tell what time of day it could possibly be. I moved what little I could in the bed to relieve the pressure from the different parts of my body. I know I groaned in frustration. Finally he untied my left arm and retied it to the same place as my right. I could lay on my side instead of my back. I could roll onto my stomach. However, did I want to tempt him in that position again? Finally, I didn't care; anything was better than being stretched the way I was before.

I was relieved when I heard him say "Be back in a bit."

I heard a door open and close and knew he must have left my musty confinement. I drifted to sleep in my new position. 

When I awoke the light seemed to be getting dimmer from what little I could see. I didn't hear any movement. I wondered where "he" was. I realized the smell of smoke in the air. I heard him rise from where he was sitting and walk toward the bed again. I was still laying on my side. He grabbed my shoulders roughly and rolled me onto my back. He started to kiss me. I could smell the cigarettes and bourbon on his breath. He kissed me harder and harder. He shoved his hands between my legs and massaged my clit. 

"It's time for you to get wet bitch," he said in that all too familiar gruff voice. I knew the sound of that voice. It was the one I heard so many times last night. The fear started to rise in me again. My wetness wouldn't comply. He kept feeling my pussy lips and sticking his fingers roughly into me to check.

"Com'n slut, you wanted it last night, but that wasn't enough for me." "Get that pussy workin' so I can fuck you some more." His voice was getting lower and harder. He started to bite my nipples. I hadn't felt the pain until he started working on them again. It came back in flashes. The pain had been unbearable last night, but now it seemed even worse. But his biting did the trick. I felt the juices start to flow.

"That's right, you know you want it." With that he shoved at least two fingers inside me and assaulted my cunt with them. He pulled my fluids out on his hand and rubbed them all over my clit, lips, and ass. When he felt like I wasn't producing enough he slapped my tits and then sucked and bit them. I prayed that would keep him satisfied so he wouldn't start to beat me elsewhere.

He stopped the intrusion on my pussy and I heard him take his clothes off. The unzipping of his pants combined with the light thud of them hitting something as they landed, and the lighter thud of his shirt that followed told me he was naked again. He was on top of me as fast as the sound of his clothes hitting the floor. His cock was inside me jabbing and prodding, my legs forced apart by his apparently wide hips and thighs. He fucked me hard. Not as brutal as he had in the past, but not gentle like this morning when I woke up in this position.

He pulled his dick out of me and moved up my body. His cock was slick with my pussy juice and he was rubbing it on my mouth again.

"Lick it bitch. Lick your juice off my rock hard cock."

I twisted my head side to side, but he grabbed the back of my head in his left hand and his cock in his right. He held my head fast as he shoved the head of his cock on my mouth, forcing me to open up to take it in and suck.

"Now, lick the whole shaft, from bottom to top. You know you want it, and even if you don't, you can't stop me." I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue to lick the shaft of his weapon. I had no other option but to comply. His grip released a little on my head to allow me to do the job he ordered of me. I took the head back into my mouth, and a little of the shaft, and then started to lick the shaft again. I was so scared, but I felt myself gaining a little strength. The next time it went into my mouth I started to gently bite. His grip tightened on my hair. I whimpered and loosened a little, but held my teeth firm. He trusted me to not bite too hard. I could tell because he released a little again. I licked his cock in my teeth with my tongue. Then I bit down as hard as I could in defiance. The slap I felt across my face almost left me unconscious.

I managed a whisper. "I thought you wanted it rough baby."

"Oh, so you want to play do you bitch?" was his reply.

"Just untie me so we can have some real fun." He was believing my farce.

I don't know where this was coming from. Somewhere deep within me to free myself and escape. I was making this up as I went. I knew I had to get out of my restraints if I had any chance of escape. I felt him lean over and loosen them. My hands were free, but what was I going to do next. He answered that question for me.

He grabbed me and shoved my face down hard on his cock. The movement was so sudden that I couldn't fight it. My arms were weak from being tied up. I could barely hold myself up with them. His cock was again shoved down my throat and he shot his load there for the second time. Apparently the swift brutal assault and control he had over me plus the relaxation of the booze did something and he couldn't control himself as long as last night. It was a relief to me. My throat was still sore from the last time. He shoved me backwards off his cock and I fell back on the bed. I curled up as I coughed and gagged on his cum. I managed to swallow and get the coughing under control. I asked for a drink and he obliged. It was amazing to me that this sick bastard had a gentle side.

My hands went to take the blindfold off. He immediately saw my delayed movements from the hours of being tied up and grabbed both my wrists with one hand.

"You want them tied back up?"

"No!" I said.

"Then don't try to touch that again. If you try that again, not only will I tie you back up, but you may not make it through this."

He might let me live. That was the first time he had said anything about my living through this. A glint of hope sparked within me. I promised not to try it again. I wanted so badly to see his face, to know who my attacker was, but of course I didn't press the issue. The small amount of hope I felt was enough for the moment.

Satisfied that I would comply he apparently decided to show some of the kindness he held within his sole. He told me to sit on the side of the bed he and helped me do this. He escorted me to the bathroom. I didn't realize how badly I had to go.

When I was finished he asked me if I was hungry. I said, "Yes. A little." So he led me to a kitchen chair and sat me down. He made me a sandwich and I ate. It was slow going, but he gave me more water and I was able to eat the whole thing. I could feel his eyes on me the whole time, even when he was making the sandwich.

"You finished?" he asked. I told him I was.

"Feel better?" and I answered that I did.

He was behind me with his hands on the back of the chair. He moved it backwards. It caught me off balance but he caught me. He picked me up as he had the night before when he abducted me. He walked and laid me down on the bed again. I wanted to sit up but before I knew it his hands were on my hips. He threw me onto my stomach and hoisted my hips into the air. His half flaccid cock was jamming at my pussy. I felt it growing as he jabbed. It grew to full manhood and it went inside me. I wasn't wet anymore and the tearing felt like I was a virgin again. He seemed to like this. He seemed to like it a lot.

The thrusts were hard and brutal again. I didn't know if I could take this again. I squeezed my eyes shut as cries escaped my throat. I begged him to stop. This lit a fire inside him and he fucked me harder. He forced my head and shoulders down on the bed but lifted my hips up and my legs spread wider apart. He stopped...the jabs were deep and hard but less frequent. His body started to stiffen and I could tell he was cumming. He collapsed on top of me. He fell hard and knocked the breath out of me. I would get a few minutes of relief. Maybe he was finished and wouldn't try my ass again like last night. At least I hoped that would be the scenario.

He rolled off of me to his side. His breathing was calming down. I felt like he was going to sleep. His arm threw itself across me. The weight of it seemed enormous. His breathing was even more slow and steady. 

I started to lift his arm and was startled when he said "What the hell do you think you're doin?"

"Nothing," I replied in hast, almost too fast. Better watch that. "I just wanted to go to the bathroom to clean up so I could get a little more comfortable.

"You don't need to do that. You're gonna need that juice in a few minutes." I knew what he meant by that statement. The torture, whatever form it might take, was going to continue. I tried to relax, but the visions of what happened last night kept ragging through my head. I started to shiver and weep.

He stroked my hair and started to soothe me. "Shh, you've been good so far, don't make things worse on yourself." That was all he said. 

He started to shift his weight and grabbed my wrists again. The restraints were back on me and I was tied up at the head of the bed. "I need sleep. You're not going anywhere. You should sleep too." And with that, I was in "his" prison again, at "his" mercy. How could I sleep?

I tried to move, but his leg was over mine and his arm was over my torso. I could tell by his breathing that he was sleeping this time. My mind went a mile a minute. How was I going to get out of this? What was he going to do next? How could I survive? My mind raced so fast that I fell asleep from the mental exhaustion. I awoke to a rude awakening.

I was on my stomach. He had a finger in my ass lubing it. I tried to kick, but he only laughed. "That's right bitch, you know what is comin' next, or should I say cummin'?" His voice was evil again.

The head entering me was excruciatingly painful. It felt like every nerve ending in my body was awakened and centering on my tender anus. I thought to myself. "Last night he wanted me to fight." My hands were tied, but I could move. Maybe if I moved enough this brutal assault on my ass wouldn't last long.

I screamed, "Fuck off you bastard."

"Yeah bitch. You know your job. You know who owns your ass." He was liking this. I continued to try to fight. I pulled myself forward and tried to get my ass off his ripping organ. He grabbed me steady and said "That's right, fight me bitch." I thought this might do the job. But I was wrong. Tonight, the more I fought, the more he was into this twisted form of rape.

His humping slowed, and I thought he was going to fade. I managed to lunge forward and pull my sore and swollen ass off his cock, but that gave him renewed strength. He grabbed both my legs and pulled me flat on my belly. His shaft was back inside me fast and hard. His hand was on my hair and my head was twisted sideways, hair intertwined with his fingers. I felt his full weight on my back and only his hips were moving, his cock thrusting in and out of me. The pain was almost unenduring. The grip on my hair tightened with the reflex of his body. He came harder than the night before. His shudders were more powerful. He let go of my hair and pulled his spent cock out of me. Thank God.

I laid there, scared, alone, trembling. His voice was soft. "You are going to be my best fuck ever, once I get you trained." What was this? I thought he said that I would get out of this. No, he said I would live. He wasn't going to set me free. I was going to be locked in this musty sex hell forever. I had to do something.

I was exhausted again from the recent attacks on my body. I was limp, and once again he picked me up and carried me to the bathroom. He set me on the toilet and allowed me to "take care" of what I needed to do. The sound of the bath water running was a soothing comfort to my ears. I knew he would bathe me again, gently, as he had the night before. He did, but this time he was in the tub with me. He washed my sore and swollen body, taking the initiative to pinch and twist my nipples whenever he pleased. They were so sore that I couldn't feel the renewed pain. He turned me around with my back to his front and told me to close my eyes. He took the blindfold off. The light of the small light fixture blinded me. I squeezed my eyes shut.

I leaned forward to dunk my hair into the water. He pulled me up and washed it. I didn't realize how wonderful this could feel. I hadn't washed my hair in two days. I didn't fight him through these wonderful moments of cleanliness. To get his sweat and aroma off me was uplifting. As soon as he was finished with my hair he put the blindfold back on. He climbed out of the tub and pulled me upwards. I expected the towel, but I was disappointed.

He helped me to stand and I sat on the closed toilet. He brushed my hair until it was free of tangles. He picked me up and carried me back to the bed. I was cold as he carried me. I felt my nipples stiffen. He took this as a sign. I could feel his manhood getting stiff under my buttocks. He laid me on the bed and shoved his cock back into my sore pussy. I wasn't wet with sex fluids anymore after having a bath. But it was the gentle him again so the intrusion wasn't as bad as earlier. His rhythm was slow and easy. He came and pulled out in just a few minutes. I think he thought with this gentle "lovemaking" he was redeeming himself for the forceful assaults he made on me earlier. It didn't matter. He grabbed my wrists and tied me up again. He told me to sleep.

I awoke and could tell he was sleeping. My wrists weren't as tightly bound as before. I was able to move them a little. He was beside me, but I knew it was now or never. I started to inch my sore body upward. My hands were reaching for the knots in my bounds. I found them and was able to untie myself. My wrists weren't free, but my hands were. I ever so slowly scooted myself to the edge of the bed. I sat on the side. I waited to see if he responded but he didn't. I lifted the blindfold from my eyes to my forehead but didn't take it off. If he woke I could pull it down quickly and say I was looking for the bathroom.

I stood up. I was glad that it was dark so there was no light to make another assault on my eyes. My eyes adjusted and I looked for something to put on. While doing this, I managed to pull one wrist out of the restraints. I continued to work at the other wrist and got it free. I found the huge coat he wrapped my up in at the time he first took me. I put it on and put the restraint in the pocket. I found the door and opened it.

I ran out of the door. I had nothing on but that coat. I found my way through the woods and to the road. I was able to flag down a car. I was dazed and confused. Scared out of my wits. I had no idea where I was or where I had been.

The police questioned me, but I had no answers. "He" had made me keep on the blindfold all the time. "He" was always in control. "He" was my worst nightmare. "I" survived.



Destiny Ch. 02



Once we both calmed down and cuddled next to each other, I drifted off to sleep dreaming about what the whole weekend had in store for us.

I have no idea how long I slept cuddled next to him but I awoke horny and needing to have him again. He was still sleeping – his cock just laying there resting – for now! I remembered how much he loved being woken up with my mouth. It had been a long time since I had that pleasure and I was sure ready for it now. I moved downward being very careful not to wake him. I took his limp cock in both hands and kissed it gently. He stirred but did not wake. I took his whole cock into my mouth and sucked on it using my tongue to caress and massage it as it slowly awakened. I had my hands rubbing his balls and caressing his cock as it became hard and slowly slipped from my parted lips. I used my lips to rub his cock making it harder and stiffer. He moaned slightly and arched his hips upward but appeared to be sleeping still. 

He was probably thinking that he was having a wonderful dream and didn't want to wake up. Having his cock in my mouth and causing it to grow hard was making me even hornier and I was beginning to feel my juices flow, as my pussy got wetter. Sucking him like this was always a big turn on for me and it appeared to still be that way. I slipped most of his cock out of my mouth and concentrated on just his cock head – using my tongue and teeth in that subtle way that applies pressure but not pain. It drives him crazy to have me use my tongue that way. I make sure to hit the sensitive part of his head over and over again while nibbling it ever so gently with my teeth. He loves this and he begins to move his hips trying to get me to take more of him into my mouth. 

His hands move up to caress my hair as I take just a little bit more into my mouth. I trace my tongue around the tip as I suck a little harder. My hand continues to rub and tease his balls. I love to run my finger to his ass and gentle massage him there while I suck his cock. It drives him wild. I know he must be awake by now as his hands are rubbing my hair and his moaning has increased incredibly. I take more of his throbbing cock into my mouth and begin sucking it as I move up and down. I love the feel of his hard cock fucking my warm, wet mouth. I tease his cock head as I suck his cock deeper into my mouth as my fingers massage under his balls trailing to his ass. 

He distinctively knows what is next as he spreads his legs allowing me access to my goal. I tease him a little before actually touching him and his whole body bucks upward when my finger finally touches him ever so lightly. His moan is more like a roar as I increase the pace of my mouth around his cock. I am licking and sucking him faster as I massage his ass and play with his balls. I know that he's close so I back off and take him out of my mouth. I am not ready for him to cum just yet. I lick the tip and up and down his shaft as he grinds his hips trying to get me to take him back into my mouth. I know he wants it so badly but he'll have to wait. I lick and suck his shaft as I move up and down barely caressing his balls with my warm tongue. I go back down to his balls and lick them teasingly. 

When I know he wants more I take them one at a time carefully into my mouth and suck on them. HMMMMM he tastes so good. I move his hands away as he tried to get a hold of his cock. I am not about to allow him masturbate just yet – he'd cum too soon. I need to suck him more first. I massage his ass as I am sucking and licking his balls. He's moaning so loudly and he can't lay still at all now. I lick my way back up his shaft to the top and take it into my mouth again sucking on his aching manhood as I continue to play with his ass and balls. I fuck him with my mouth making the suction so incredible that he arches up and grabs my hair. I suck and suck slowing down just when I know he's going to cum. I trace his shaft with my nails and back to his ass where I apply a little pressure as I am rubbing him. He bucks me and his cock almost slips out but my suction is too great and I continue onward. 

I know he's close and I want him to cum hard and in my mouth so I can swallow his cream. I am stroking his shaft as I am sucking it and rubbing his ass. He's going wild – pulling my hair in such passion that I know he's so close. I am tempted to stop and have him calm down but I want to taste him. I need to! I increase the pressure my finger is applying on his ass and fuck him faster with my mouth. Within seconds he's roaring and tensing and shooting his cum deep into my mouth. I am hungry for it so I suck it all down licking his cock to collect the little that dripped out. I take his cock out and clean him with my tongue and then smile seductively at him.

"Did you miss that too, Gerry?" I asked licking my lips.

"Oh….yes," he barely says as he lays there trying hard to catch his breath. I know I did good and this is still only the beginning.

He laid there smiling sheepishly as he recovered from his awakening orgasm. I got up and walked over to the large bay window looking out to his side yard. I knew I had pleased him and that made me happy. I had missed him in so many ways. Our sex had always been powerful and earthshaking and that appeared to be true still. I have never had a lover as good as him in my life and I didn't think I ever would. Our chemistry was so in-tune with each other.

"Maura, what are you doing way over there, darling?" Gerry asked as he watched me.

"Just admiring the view. You have a beautiful place."

"Hmmm – maybe but the view I'm looking at is much nicer."

I turned to look at him. He was still the same smooth talker. You'd think that I would not be so flattered by his word but I still was. I sauntered over to him and sat down as close to him as I could get. He gazed so deeply into my eyes that I swore he could see into my soul. I was unnerved by the intensity of his gaze so I turned my head. He reached over, took my chin in his hand and slowly turned to face him - his mouth slowly coming toward mine. I was unable to turn from him. I parted my waiting lips and licked them anxiously. 

It seemed like eternity before his lips met mine. The embrace was teasing and warm. He licked my lips and with his tongue gently pried them open so he could slip his tongue inside. Our tongue danced with one another and suddenly he was sucking on mine so tantalizingly. I was hot again within seconds. As his tongue teased my lips and battled playfully with mine I moaned softly and entwined my arms around his head pulling him closer to me. He continued his game with his tongue – making me want so much more. Slowly he lowered me onto my back and without breaking away followed. He was making such sweet love to my mouth that I didn't want it to stop even to breath. 

Alas, I needed to breathe as did my love so for a second we pulled apart. His eyes glued to mine. I reached up and ran my fingers thru his hair then pulled him back down – the desire was blazing in my eyes and I needed his kiss so badly. He resisted and moved his head down my neck instead – licking and sucking so gently as he did. I tilted my head back to give him more access as he trailed his tongue to my waiting breast. My nipple was so aroused already that the flick of his tongue sent waves of passion coursing thru my whole body. A soft moan escaped as I grabbed his head and lifted upward trying to get my nipple into his mouth. He drew back a little teasing me – only letting the tip of his tongue circle it and lick it – not taking it in to his warm soft wet mouth. I moaned in agony – well passionate agony and tried again to get my nipple into his mouth. 

He, once again, denied me my goal, and kissed his way across to my other nipple – repeating his torturous actions again. Finally I begged him to take it into his mouth and suck it. Smiling, he finally complied. It was pure heaven. I purred and held his head tight to my breast – needing his mouth on it so much. He suckled my breasts – one after the other and began moving his hand slowly down my stomach to my wet love box. His hand stopped at the top of my mound playing with the little hairs there – driving me insane with desire. I was making these little noises as the tension was building up. He moved his hand lower but still not touching me. I cried out trying so hard to move my hips so his fingers would finally connect with my hard little bud. He chuckled at my attempts and finally took it between his fingers and massaged it. I cried out in wild passion. 

I was thrusting my hips upward trying to relieve the building itch and ache inside. He sees my desire is strong and rubs his finger up and down my waiting entrance. Slowly he inserted them one at a time into me. I moaned and bucked my hips. He's teased me and he knew it was driving me so crazy. I begged him to fuck me and fuck me hard – he just smiled at me. I squirmed and pleaded for him to take his cock and shove it in me. He trailed his tongue to my wet pussy - licking my overflowing juices and clit. I spread my legs wider wanting him to devour me. He licked me slowly – found my hard bud poking out and flicked it with his tongue. I could barely think – my mind was fuzzy with passion. 

All I knew was the sensations he was causing with his tongue and fingers. I couldn't keep my hips still as he licked and fingered me – at some point his tongue and fingers are both fucking me – I thought I was going to die from the pleasure this time. Just when I knew I was going to cum he suddenly stopped – took my legs and held them up apart and plunged his cock into my very hot and very wet pussy. I rubbed my breasts trying to control my moans but I couldn't. He had me so hot and turned on that I moaned and groaned very loudly and he rammed his hard manhood into me deeper and deeper. I bucked and trembled and soon it was too much and my whole body tensed and I came wildly and uncontrollably. My muscles clenched his cock tight and caused him to cum with me. We came for what seemed like forever. Finally he collapsed on top of me – whispering his love into my ear. Once again worn out we drift off to sleep without ever getting anything to eat. 

An hour or so later I nudge Gerry off me and we get dressed. He smiled every time he looked at me and I knew I glowing like the night sky with a full moon. He suggests that maybe he should help me bring my bags in so I can get settled and we go and unload my car. I don't have very much so we only need to take the one trip. I will be sleeping – with him I'm sure – in the guest bedroom. It is painted a light violet with the drapes a darker shade. I am complete in awe with the beautiful king size 4 post bed. Lots of erotic thoughts come to mind just looking at it. I can imagine the fun of tying him or being tied to the bed as we make such passionate love all night long. I smile wickedly to myself. I plan to make the most of this weekend together that's for sure.



Destiny Ch. 03



I don't really know how long I was at the police station. It seemed like all the questioning took hours. Then there were the usual "procedures" a woman is submitted to after this type of assault. I asked and they told me the man who picked me up was on his way to work and dropped me off around 6:15 a.m. After everything was finished, and they took me home, I walked into my apartment and looked at the clock. It read 5:23 p.m. I looked at my familiar surroundings. It was good to be home.

I heard the bubbling of the aquarium. I had forgotten completely about my fish. I knew they must be hungry so I went to feed them. I didn't realize until then that I was so sore. Every bone, muscle, and hair follicle screamed at me. I fed the fish and headed to the bathroom. I shut the door behind me. One more small amount of protection between him and me. I turned on the water that soon began to steam up the room.

I stood up and watched myself in the mirror as the steam filled it with mist around the edges. Soon there was no more of me except that foggy reflection. I wiped the fog and saw the water bead up on the silvered glass. Like the droplets on the mirror, I started to cry.

The heaves were small at first. I was able to turn off the water and slip the hospital gown and coat off they had given me to replace the coat I had stolen that was now evidence. "The coat," his coat. I was glad to be rid of it.

The tears flowed from my eyes. I couldn't stop them. I was sobbing, my naked body bending forward and downward, my arms around my stomach. I kneeled to the floor and managed to grab the edge of the tub. I was crying uncontrollably at this point. My episode only lasted a few minutes. I knew it would be the first of many. Tomorrow I would need to find a rape counselor and start the long slow task of rebuilding what little self-esteem I had left. I would be praying to be able to overcome these feelings of hopelessness and fear.

I stood back up and slowly, lightly stepped into the too hot water. My skin started to turn pink up my legs to the water's edge. My legs were hot and stinging. I remember how my buttocks stung as he slapped them. The memories remained vivid in my mind. I pushed them out. I was free again and he couldn't hurt me anymore. I lowered myself into the water almost inch by inch. I wanted the hot cleansing feeling to completely encompass me. I needed to feel the dirt and grime from his lust leave me. Leave me and never come back. I slid further into the tub until only my nose and mouth were sticking out of the clear water. I shut my eyes and half floated hearing only the sounds of the water lapping at the sides of the tub.

I opened my eyes and saw that the door was cracked open. Panic filled my every sense. I slowly sat up, trying not to make any noise in the water. I saw a tail. My cat, Stoney, had nudged the door open. The faulty latch. I totally forgot about him and that faulty latch. He crouched there and saw me. He stood up and with his all too familiar curiosity popped his head up to the edge of the tub. He saw the water and off he went. I called after him, "Stoney, it's okay, mommies home." But he bolted that quirky cat bolt nonetheless. Whatever, I will tend to him after my bath.

I reached to the side of the tub to the basket I kept the washcloths in and grabbed the first one available. The opaque glycerin soap I knew so well was waiting for me. I scrubbed myself clean. I washed my lifeless hair and put conditioner on it. I was beginning to feel a little like me again. I got out of the tub and dried off with the usual towel from the towel rack. I grabbed the robe that always hung on the back of the bathroom door. I wrapped its terrycloth thickness around my body. My body was warm and pink. I don't know if it was pink from the hot water, or the scrubbing it had just received to remove any trace of him, but I didn't care. I felt comfortable and safe in my apartment. I was home.

I grabbed my hairbrush and started on my quest to find Stoney. He needed attention and I needed his comforting, even if he was a cat. I fed him and watched him eat. When he finished, he came to me on the couch so I could pet him. He curled up beside me and started to purr as I stroked his fluffy stomach and soft head. We sat there a while and I remembered the Detectives tell me they would be in touch to check on me tomorrow. I got up and checked the locks on the door. Stoney followed me around the room through my apartment and to my bedroom. I wondered if I would be able to sleep that night. I put on my nightgown and laid down. I pulled the covers up around my neck and held them tightly. To my surprise, I did go to sleep. My body was more exhausted than my mind so it won. Wonderful sleep. Wonderful dreamless sleep.

I awoke to the pounding on the door to my apartment. It startled me, but I quickly recognized my surroundings and realized I was safe again so I got up, grabbed my robe, and went to answer the door. It was the Detectives, my detectives, my new saviors and protectors. I asked them in and they entered my apartment. They went to the couch and sat down. I offered them coffee, and when they accepted; I went to start a pot.

Their names were Detectives Sampson and Bailey. They started to tell me, of course, that there really wasn't much to go on. I really didn't get a good look at the man and couldn't even tell them his height. I was blindfolded the majority of the time and there were many "cabins" near the place that I was picked up. Since I didn't see the inside really, just the bathroom, and even that not very well, it would probably be difficult for me to identify the right cabin. Many of them were built in the same fashion so they resembled each other. Plus, I really didn't know which direction I had run in or how long it took me to get to the road. Things didn't look good in any direction. I admitted to them that I already realized this. They were completely correct. I was so scared the entire time that most of it was a blur anyway.

They were polite, sipping their steaming coffee without complaint. They told me if there was any more news, they would get in touch with me. They asked if there was anything they could do before they left. I told them no. They stood and headed for the door. I followed and let them out, locking it securely behind them. I knew I had little hope of them every catching this horrible man.

I realized I needed to call work. The man had abducted me on a Saturday. That meant today was Monday, I think. I needed to call in and make sure they understood my situation. I wasn't coming in the rest of the week. The phone call was short and sweet. I could tell they wanted to know all about the ordeal, but didn't pressure for the specifics. I cut them off and hung up the phone.

I turned on the TV to watch some shows. I knew if I didn't have something to occupy my mind I would start to dwell on the situation. I didn't feel like doing any work, not even to wash the two coffee cups that now sat on the counter. The television would be my closest friend over the next couple of days. I sat down and thought about looking in the phone book for a counselor, but decided it could wait. I didn't have the mental strength to go through talking about it just yet. I flipped through channels until I found something that caught my attention. A fresh cup of coffee for me, and I let the movie take me away.

I awoke again to a knock on the door. I went over and asked who it was. The voice said it was a delivery from a florist. He had a special delivery for me from a school.

"How sweet," I thought to myself. "They sent me flowers." The bouquet was big. Big enough to hide the person holding it. I told the man to step in while I grabbed my purse for a tip.

"Just set them on the table there," I said as I turned away. I heard him set the flowers down on the table next to the couch. I didn't hear him shut the door behind him and lock it, or follow me as I was getting my purse. His arms were around my throat so fast that I was almost knocked down as he pulled me towards his body. He grabbed my arms and twisted them behind me, holding them with one of his huge hands. I briefly saw the clock and it read 4:27. I realized it would be dark soon and he had found me. He put the blindfold back on my eyes with his free hand. He pushed me to the bedroom. He had found me.

He said, "I wasn't finished with you bitch."

"Keep your fucking mouth shut. You know what I can, AND WILL, do to you."

He was right, I did, and I did as he ordered me. The fear in me was still there, still fresh, and there was nothing I could do but obey. That voice, his voice, was all it took for me to obey.

He pushed me down onto the bed face first. The terror in my mind told me to scream. Maybe a neighbor would hear. But my vocal chords were frozen from fear. His full body weight was on top of me again. He started to rub his hips on my backside.

"I warned you bitch not to resist me. I think running away can be considered resistance, don't you?" His voice was evil. He was so angry. 

I wanted to curl up into a ball and disappear. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back harder than he ever had at the cabin. He half rolled off me and almost tore the robe from my body as he yanked it up over my back. He did the same with my nightgown and exposed my bare ass cheeks.

I thought to myself , "Why didn't I put panties on last night." Not that it would have done any good. I hardly ever wear panties to bed anyway.

I tried to resist him, but his hand was pushing my thighs apart again only more brutally than ever. My legs were fighting, trying to keep closed, but his strong hand wouldn't let them.

"You are gonna pay you fucking whore." I knew by the tone of his voice that he meant it.

He let go of my hair and shifted his weight. He was now sitting on my arms and I could tell his ass was facing my head. That was when the first blow came. It was so loud that I was sure my neighbors could hear the force of the slap. Another one and another one, they hurt so badly. My still sore body quickly remembered the pain. His hands covered most of my ass as he slapped first one buttock and then the other. Sometimes he would slap them both at the same time. I flinched uncontrollably with each new assault. I lost count of how many there were. I wanted to drift, drift to sleep to escape the brutality. I started to relax a little; I was going inside myself to escape him. I guess he could tell that my body had gone limp. His movement around and his grabbing my hair was so swift I didn't realize he had done it in my haze until I felt the force lift me off the bed so far that my breasts were dangling off the bed. He twisted my head and I went back down again.

"Wake the fuck up slut, you are gonna be awake for this." He released my head then. He didn't have my arms anymore, but I was too weak to move and he knew it. I heard him unzip his pants and shove his cock into my pussy.

"Take it bitch," was all he said. He raped my sore, swollen private place. His whipping was so brutal that I couldn't move. He did what he wanted and I couldn't do anything to stop him. I felt like he was tearing my insides apart. He kept thrusting his huge organ into me again and again. It wouldn't stop and he wouldn't cum. I wanted him to cum. Why wouldn't he cum.

He pulled his cock out of my pussy. I heard him get undressed, and go to the bathroom. I heard the water running. He came back and laid a cold washcloth on my burning hot ass. "Is that better?" he asked in that 'quieter' voice. It felt so good. It was so cold. The relief was wonderful. Was the other one back, the nicer one?

"You were a good slut for the most part there, so you get a little reward. I know I was hard on your ass, but you shouldn't have run from me. Don't fight me anymore, it can get much worse." I knew his words were truthful.

He laid down beside me and I could feel his rock hard dick on the side of my thigh. Why wasn't it going away, or at least waning a little? I didn't ask, the fear was overwhelming and I didn't want to provoke another attack. "We're gonna be here a while," he said. I didn't know, nor could I comprehend what he meant.

He rolled me over and took off my robe. I knew better than to try to stop him. Next my nightgown was off. I tried to fight it, but a vocal whimper came out of my mouth. He put me back on my stomach and took the washcloth. He got up again and I heard him walk away. I heard the water running again. He must be refreshing the washcloth; at least I hoped he was. I know my burning ass absorbed all the coolness out of it in a matter of seconds before. He came back to the bed and I felt it shift as his weight pressed upon it.

"Your ass is so red baby." And I felt the wet washcloth slap it hard. I jerked upwards and back from this new type of whipping. I thought the nice man, the kinder man was back, but I was wrong. He whipped me with the wet washcloth repeatedly. My body continued to jerk, but he held me down with his free hand. I fought back the cries. I knew that if I let them go there would be a worse fate for me.

"Please stop." I managed to say. A handful of hair and he twisted my body sideways so my face was on my left cheek.

"Didn't I tell you to keep your fucking mouth shut bitch?" was the cold whisper that came so close to my ear I feel the air brush my cheek.

I started to open my mouth to answer, gasping, but he renewed the jerk of my head. I managed to nod a little. I expected a new slap from the washcloth, but nothing. He let go of me and I felt him get up. I heard the water was running again. The bed shifted. I expected more of this terrible assault and pain, but to my fear and surprise he laid the cool soothing washcloth back on my ass.

He laid back down beside me and I felt his hardened cock on my naked flesh again. It was still so hard. What was going on?

He started to stroke my back. "Good girl," he said. He lightly kissed my left shoulder. He whispered into my ear again. Not cold like before, gently this time.

He said, "you have to suck my cock now." He brought it to my mouth. "Open up," and I did. I took as much of it as I could, but it was more huge than ever. "Don't worry, I will be more gentle with your mouth this time. It won't do any good right now anyway. I got a special surprise for you tonight. I took Viagra. That dick ain't goin nowhere for a while."

"OH MY GOD!" I screamed inside my head. No wonder it wouldn't go away. No wonder it felt so much bigger and harder. What kind of sick bastard would do this?

I sucked his cock. I knew I had to. I licked his cock working my way up and down the shaft and sucking his balls. I knew I wasn't getting out of this after this new revelation. The only sounds that could be heard were the licking and suckling of his huge cock and nutsack in my mouth. I did exactly as he told me to. I knew it was my only chance of surviving this again.

"I'm watching you. You might become a good little bitch after all." The voice above my head seemed so distant right now.

He pulled the cock out of my mouth. "Get up." His tone was firm but not mean as he helped me to my knees. The washcloth fell off my buttocks. I had long forgotten it since it had absorbed the heat from my burning ass some time ago and they had both became the same temperature.

"Come with me baby." With those words he stood me up.

He handed me my robe and I put it on, fumbling. The terrycloth that was so comforting to me just the night before felt like a skillet scratch pad on my sore backside. I heard him put his pants on and zip them up. I could tell he was close. He took my hand and started to pull me. My legs were weak. He felt me start to waver and caught me by my shoulders. He helped me walk the short distance through my bedroom to the kitchen. He stopped at the sink and I could hear a cupboard door open. It sounded like the one that held the glasses. I heard the water running and he handed me the glass of water. I drank it. It was early when the detectives were here and all I drank all day were those two cups of coffee.

"Hungry?" he asked. I knew better than to speak, so I only nodded my head in response.

"Let's see what we have around here."

I stood there, too afraid to move and feel any new punishments he might have stored away. He found the loaf of bread I always have handy and the lunchmeat and cheese from the fridge. I stood there quietly and listened to him make sandwiches. I heard him walk towards the couch and place the plates he apparently retrieved from the cupboard on the coffee table. He came back and took my hand and led me to the couch. The stinging of my ass was renewed tenfold when I sat. He handed me half a sandwich. I started to eat and he walked away. I heard him run the water again and bring the glass back to me with him.

He grabbed the remote and turned up the TV. I wondered what time it was. Surely it was after dark by now. There were no lights on in my apartment that I could see except the distant flickering of the television. I had forgotten it was even on. What program was on? If I could listen and find out, maybe I would know what time it was. I was too scared to focus. I finished the sandwich and he straddled my mouth there on the couch. He unzipped his pants. He started to tease my mouth with his dick, slapping my lips with its huge hardness.

"You know what to do bitch," and I started to suck again. It had not lost any of its stamina. My mouth was already sore from the blowjob I gave him in the bedroom, but I had no choice. I had to suck that huge cock to get out of this. I had to do whatever he wanted to ensure that he would go away and leave me alone.

I wanted to find the person who invented that stupid drug and hurt them. I wonder if they thought about this use when they were being so inventive in the lab. My jaws were hurting from his fucking my mouth. He was working his dick in a circular motion and then he started to thrust again. It was just like the other night. I prayed he didn't shove it down my throat again. I prayed he was getting close to cumming. Maybe the drug would wear off more quickly for him than the ads you see on TV.

He pulled it out of my mouth. "That's enough for now, don't want to ruin the evening." The laugh that followed was frightening.

"Lie down on your stomach," was his next command.

"What now?" was my only thought. My mind screamed "NO!" but I obeyed.

He walked away and I heard the water running again. He came back and pulled my robe up over my back. Was he going to beat me again? Was he going to whip me with the washcloth? No, he laid it on my ass to absorb more heat. It felt so good. I allowed myself to relax a little. That was a big mistake. 

He was lying on my back again. His swiftness was unbelievable. He grabbed me by underneath my stomach first to pull my ass in the air and then grabbed my throat so he could control me. He didn't squeeze. But I knew I couldn't move. I felt him get his pants down and off his legs. His fingers were in my pussy again, brutalizing it. He was pumping them in and out with such force. My ass was in the air and he put one knee up between mine so I couldn't close my legs together.

"Now that you have had a snack, I want something in return you fucking cunt." The evil one was back. He was fucking my pussy with what felt like his whole hand. He pulled it out and I expected him to shove his cock in to replace it, but I was wrong.

I felt the head of his dick on my ass cheeks, rubbing the washcloth, scratching my raw buttocks. He pulled up off me a little and I felt the head of his cock on the entrance to my ass. I panicked. I started to fight. His grip on my throat tightened. I felt like I would choke. He shoved his massive cock inside me. I could feel it tearing me again. His grip loosened a little on my neck, but his thrusts were coming harder and harder.




Destiny Ch. 03



"That's it bitch, take it where I like it."

Harder and harder came the thrusts. I prayed this would take him over the edge and he would finish. He pulled out and I thought he was taking a break, like before, that the drug still wasn't wearing off. He shoved his manhood back inside me. Almost before I could complete the entire thought, he pulled it out and shoved the entire length back in again. The pain was unbearable. I wanted to faint and thought I was going to when I felt his body start to stiffen. Please, please let this be it. Let him cum and get this over with.

The orgasmic growl came from deep in his throat.

"You fucking bitch, I wasn't ready for this," he said as he thrust the deepest thrust I had yet felt. His hips jerked and quivered. I could feel the pressure from his body as it started to lower upon me. First his hips and then his stomach. Finally his full weight was upon me head to toe. We slid down flat on the couch. He pulled out and sat down. He sat there for a few minutes and then said, "better get cleaned up baby."

He stood and went to the bathroom. He came back after cleaning himself and then washed me. 

"Don't move." It was a command again. He left and when he came back. I could tell he had his clothes on. He handed me a dress he apparently found in my closet. He also brought some shoes, but that was all.

"Put them on."

I obeyed.

"Where are your keys, I wouldn't want anyone to find your door open and become suspicious." He was taking me with him.

I had to do something. Work wasn't expecting me for days. No one would know I was missing again. The detectives didn't say when they were coming back. Would the neighbors see him take me? Surely someone was out there. But I didn't even know what time it was. What if everyone was in bed asleep?

He walked me to the door. He took the blindfold off but made sure to stay behind me. We went out and I looked up and down the hallway. He held my wrist with one hand. I tried to search the hallway without any sudden moves so he wouldn't know and beat me again. No one was there. He locked my door.

He leaned over and whispered in that all too familiar voice "walk and don't make any sounds."

We walked and made it to the outer door hands behind me, still no one there. I wondered which car was his so I could make a description this time, but I didn't know all the neighbors cars. It was hopeless. As soon as he saw the coast was clear he put the blindfold back on me and picked me up. I started to struggle but the hard slap came across my face and I knew that I had to stay my place. He carried me to the unknown car. I was back in the front seat, blindfolded and hands tied. I was back on my way to whatever other tortures he had planned.



Destiny Ch. 04



When I awoke I felt the coolness of the sheets. The last thing I remembered was riding in the car. Where was I now? I expected the musty smell of the cabin, but that was not the aroma here. I smelled the wonderful fragrance of jasmine in the air. He has taken me somewhere else. I must have fallen asleep in the car. How long were we driving?

How can I deal with this?

I moved in the bed again feeling the coolness of the sheets. I think they were satin. Their slickness gave no resistance to my arms and legs. I wasn't bound. I could move freely. Do I dare move my blindfold? Was he there, watching me like before?

I moved slowly. I placed my arms across the pillow beside me to my right. I moved my feet in a type of bicycle pedaling motion under the sheet and covers. If he were there watching me, maybe the movements of my legs would distract him from the movements of my arms.

I brought my left hand to my face. I pretended to rub my eyes and slowly pushed on the blindfold. There was silence. No thundering angry voice to tell me to stop. No pouncing and grabbing for my hand to stop my attempt to see my surroundings.

I looked around me. It was bright, very bright inside my new quarters. My eyes adjusted quickly and I saw the beautiful room I was now in. There was a huge window with lacey sheer curtains covering it. It was apparently the source of the light. The floral drapes in colors of mauves, lavender, and greens were pulled back. I could see the silky threads that had been woven into them reflecting with the sunlight.

The overstuffed chairs, two of them, were facing the bed. They were a matching color of mauve to the drapes. There was a small eloquent table with curved legs between them. I turned my head and looked at the entire room. I couldn't believe the plushness of this wonderful place.

I managed to sit on the edge of the bed despite the agonizing pains I felt with the slightest of movements. I put my feet on the floor and felt the smoothness of the carpet. I grabbed the thick carpet fibers between my toes as a child would when playing in the sand. I tried to stand up. My head started to swim and I fell back to the bed in a sitting position. I sat there and let my head clear as I took some slow deep breaths.

I slowly scooted to my left to be closer to the head of the bed so I could hold on to bedside table there. I stood again, left hand on the table. I felt myself getting my bearings. I was able to stand straight up after a short amount of time and took my first steps. I was wobbly, but I was able to maneuver myself slowly about the room.

As I half stumbled around the room I found myself feeling the fine fabrics that looked like they were so delicately created and skillfully handcrafted into the furniture they now were. The dressing table and bureau matched the headboard of the bed and the small table between the chairs. The deep color of the walnut wood showed its perfect grains against the sunlight. I couldn't see a single speck of dust on the mirror of the dressing table or anywhere else. Every item in the room was impeccably clean. This was such a change from the musty place where he first took me.

Walking was getting easier. My legs seemed to be finding themselves again so I walked to the window to look and try to figure out where I was now. I looked out, but did not recognize where I could possibly be. I was high in the air. There was no way to guess which floor of the building I was on. I didn't recognize this place.

I wondered what type of person could be associated with a place such as this, but also that dank cabin where I spent those two days with him. I started to think too much about him.

"Where was he? Would he be back soon? Do I try to leave?" These and many other questions started to race through my mind. Maybe I should try to leave. The door that led to the next room was only about 15 feet away.

"Yes" was the thought than ran through my head.

I walked to the door, slow going as I might be, but I made it. I grabbed the golden curved handle. It gave way to my easeful turning.

The door opened inwardly toward me as I slowly pulled on it. I was praying that it wouldn't make any sound. It didn't. I took a slow deep breath and peeked around the corner of the doorframe. The coast was clear. I started to take my first steps towards freedom again.

The hallway to my left was short, so I inched myself slowly down the short hallway to my right looking behind me every few seconds to see if I was being followed. I made it to the end of the hallway to an even more massive room.

I looked around the corner of the wall and saw him. I jerked backwards against the hallway wall. Fear and panic took hold of me. My breath was short and choppy. He was sitting in a chair reading a book with his head bent down. I didn't get a clear look at his face. Maybe he didn't see me either.

"What should I do now?" was the only thought in my mind at this point.

If I went back, he might not know of my attempt to escape. If he did hear or see me, I was afraid of the wrath that I would be facing.

I coward. I started to inch myself back down the hallway to the bedroom where I first awakened.

As I was retreating, I had a thought. "Was there a back way out of the new prison?"

I inched past the bedroom door to the other end of the hallway. I had seen two other doors when I first peeked into the hallway. Maybe one of them would be a chance at freedom.

I approached the first door and put my hand on the matching gold handle of the bedroom door. I opened it, looking over my shoulder to see if he might be coming. To my dismay it was a linen closet. I closed the door making sure the sound of the latch was as quiet as possible as it clicked.

I edged my way to the second door. A bathroom.

"At least I know where one is," I thought to myself.

I had no choice. I had to go back to the bedroom. I couldn't run or fight this man to get to freedom. I turned around to go back and my face abruptly bumped into his chest.

I froze. His hand was on the blindfold and I was in the dark again. What would he do to me for my infraction upon my imprisonment? This may have been my only chance to get away.

Time would tell.

He shoved me against the wall, but not with the force he had in any of the previous times he had shoved me. He had my hands together in front of me. His full body was pressed against me.

"Unzip my pants," he said with a gentle voice.

He held my wrists together but let my hands and fingers free as I did as I was told. I heard the zipper release his manhood as my shaking hands lowered and pulled on the tiny tab.

He released my right wrist. He told me to stroke him so he could get an erection. He pulled my left arm above my head and grabbed it with his. His right hand was in my hair. I expected the quick jerk of my head like before, but all he did was put enough pressure on the back of my head to make me feel the slight pull as my spine straighten to push my breasts out.

I stroked his penis. I felt its hardness start to live in my hand.

"Play with my balls." The command was firm but again gentle.

I felt his torso start to weigh on my breasts. I slid down a little against the wall from the pressure. His grip tightened on my head, but only slightly. It seemed he was trying to keep just enough control over me so that I knew he was there.

His cock was half erect. He kissed me hard on my neck. He sucked my tender flesh in between his teeth and bit me. I felt myself begin to get wet.

I hated him for this. How could this man who has been so brutal to me make my womanhood come alive?

He had taken my shoes off sometime during my captivation, but I still had the flimsy dress he chose for me on.

He pushed himself back from the wall with his left forearm. The grip of his right hand in my hair released and his hand was on my breasts. With nothing on under my dress it was easy for him to find my nipples. It seemed as if there were no clothes on at all when the first pinches came. He twisted and pulled at both nipples giving each their proper turn.

His mouth was on the fabric of my dress. I could feel the wetness of his mouth through the cotton. I felt his hand slide down my left side and grab the fabric of my dress on my hip. He started to lift the dress catching it ever couple of inches until his hand reached the hem.

His hand moved down the crease of my leg and his fingers were inside me.

"You are a good whore for getting wet this time. I might be kind to you after all."

I felt his weight shift and his cheek was against mine. It seemed the ecstasy he was anticipating took hold of him and he lost his balance for the first time since I had known him.

We tumbled sideways towards the bedroom door. He still had me by my left wrist and pulled me after him but not without catching his balance. I knew my fate. I knew what was coming next. His will would overpower me again and I had no choice but to obey him.

It felt as if I was tripping over my toes. My legs struggled to keep up. The door swung open and I was again in this room of all rooms. It was the most splendid of all prisons. He all but dragged me behind him. What could I do?

Before I knew it I was flat on my back on the bed again. I wanted the release of relaxation on this wonderful softness. But to no avail he was on top of me again.

"You don't remember me do you?" His words were softer again, almost forlorn. 

He reached down and I could feel the fabric of my dress being lifted upwards. The light fabric brushed every nerve ending as it traveled upon my rigid flesh. It lifted past my knees, over my thighs, and further upwards. Where would he stop? Did I have to really ask? Please make him stop.

"I loved you once." The revelation took me aback.

"Who was this man?" I pondered. What would make him say something like that?

I waited for him to continue. I felt his hand under my dress, pulling harder now because the dress was caught under my buttocks.

For some reason I lifted my hips, almost weightlessly. It seemed the natural thing now. After all he had put me through, I almost felt a methodic movement to his treatment. Obeying was the first thing that came into my mind, body, and soul.

He continued to speak in his gentle tone.

"I remember you from school, do you remember me?"

Who could his person be? How does he know me? Was this high school or college? My mind was again rampant with questions. HOW DOES HE KNOW ME?

"You were always the girl all the guys wanted to fuck. You were always such a picky bitch. No one was ever good enough for you." His words weren't exactly sarcastic, but they weren't nice either this time.

His words took me back to my younger days. I had a lot of offers, but I didn't really accept that many. Not that any of them would know. Some of them bragged on things they never got. But those don't count do they.

There were also times I was afraid of all those guys who I turned down. I waited for one of them to come out of the woodwork and find and attack me on the way home. Luckily, none of them ever did. A young, single girl could never be too careful. There are so many twisted people in this world. 

These thoughts didn't answer my questions. I tried to remember anyone from high school or college that could be this person, but I was basically a wallflower then. I went out to bars and parties, but always alone. No boys hardly ever spoke to me, let alone asked me out on a date. Usually I would just hang with friends. Don't get me wrong, I had my moments, but those were few and far between.

I have been told many times since then that I am beautiful, but I never really believed it. My 5'4" frame, shoulder length blonde hair, and buxom bust and hips never really made me think that I was anything but average. Since high school there have been many men, just friends most of them, that have told me that I have a "million dollar smile," or that I am "beautiful," I just couldn't believe them.

What made this man different? What made this man remember me, and me not remember him?

What could he possibly want from me?

His fingers continued to work under my dress. He pulled it upwards until I felt the cotton brushing against my ribs just below my breasts. He continued and my nipples were soon exposed to him again. He continued until the dress was pulled up to my neck. He pulled it over my head and I was naked before him. I laid there, nothing between his masculine body and me.

He released the hold he had on me, but I dared not move. He spoke to me again.

"You were always the one. I fell in love with you the first time I saw you."

"You had sex with me and I thought we were going to be together forever, but the next day you told me I had no future, and then you left. I would see you in class, but you wouldn't even look at me after that. You broke my heart"

"Now I own almost everything you saw when you looked out that plate glass window. You thought I didn't see you, but I did. I have cameras everywhere in this apartment." There is nothing you can do here that I won't see."

He laughed, but it was not an evil laugh. This laugh was like a conqueror. A conqueror that had won and knew the end was near.

I tried to speak.

It was slow going, but I had to try. There was nothing else at this point that he could do to hurt me save kill me. My voice was shaky from being so scared for so long. It was bold, but I had to do it. I had to take this last chance to make myself heard.

"Who are you?" The volume of my own voice surprised me.

His response was almost labored. He started to tell me a story, our story.

"Remember the night, one specific night? You were dressed in a cornflower blue dress with small white flowers on it. There was a party at one of the frats. I was there and you were there and our eyes met. It seemed to be magic."

I thought to myself and tried to remember all the frat parties I had been to. I tried to remember the dress.

My mind was swimming. Blue is my favorite color so I have had many blue dresses and went to many frat parties while I was in college, but always with friends. I couldn't remember what he was talking about. I waited to let him unfold his tale. I continued to listen as his now tender words continued.

"You were kind of eying my buddy, but you finally danced with me. I was on top of the world. You were the most beautiful girl in the room and you were dancing with me. Nothing could have been better."

"We started to talk and we had so much in common. We decided to leave the party and we walked outside. We walked for what seemed hours, but I know it wasn't long because it was only a short distance to my dorm.

"Thankfully it was a coed dorm and we didn't have any problem getting you in the door and upstairs."

"We went upstairs and I had this cheap bottle of wine. I asked you if you wanted some and you said yes. We talked on and on while we sipped the wine. It seemed that we couldn't disagree on anything."

"We made love. It was the most wonderful thing I had ever experienced. It was my first time. When you left the next day, and told me I had no future, I was heartbroken. I knew that I would prove you wrong someday, and I have."

"This is me, this is who I am now. I have made something of my life and you are my captive. You have made something of your life, you are a teacher, but I can offer you more. I have always loved you and always will. You were my first and I want you to be my last."

I still didn't know his name, so I asked again.

"My name is..." I stopped him, I knew who he was.

We didn't need to speak anymore. I took the blindfold off and he didn't stop me. I looked into his eyes. They were as beautiful as the first time I spotted him across that long forgotten fraternity house common room.

He had changed so much over the years. His body in college was smaller; he had really filled out as so many men do over the years. He also wore glasses back then, he must wear contacts now or have had a correction surgery.

I did remember him. He was a "nice guy" in college, and everyone knows no girl really wants a nice guy. How he had changed.

"How did you find me?" I asked.

He explained to me that he followed me throughout the years. He always knew where I was, but didn't believe I would have anything to do with him until he "proved" himself. He worked hard to build his empire. Then he came for me.

"I had to prove to you that I wasn't a nice guy anymore. I had to break you down to make you believe me."

I knew I wanted him back in college, but I couldn't see myself with this "mousy" guy for the rest of my life. That is why I left him the way I did that day.

I thought about the attacks and getting away from him. I remembered the coat the police now had as evidence against him. I was almost sorry for this evidence. He seemed to be reading my mind.

"Don't worry about my coat." was his reply. "I have friends everywhere and that coat will, well lets just say, be lost... So will all the other evidence. That is, if you want to stay with me. If not, you can never leave me again so I can keep an eye on you. Either way, you will be with me, as I have always wanted. You can stay as my prisoner, or you can stay as my lover. It is up to you."

I didn't have to think about it.

I spoke again, "I have been waiting for you for all these years."

"And I you." was his reply.

He stood up. I watched him for the first time take his clothes off. His body was beautiful. He was perfectly formed and had a brilliant golden tan.

I spread my legs for the second time willingly from all those years ago. I opened myself to him to allow him again.

He entered me and it was like I was at home.

We made love. The years that followed proved to be as wild as the first few days that he took me and held me captive.

But that is a different and much longer story.

Hope the same happens to you.