Murder

Fantasm

The Ravenous Dream

All my stories were stripped from my name so I am reposting them. Feel free to comment or rate again. I have made some minor edits from the original.
The better part of this was actually a recent dream that I thought was worth remembering. That being said, even though it is sexual, it isn’t a typical sex story. In fact I think it reads much more like a horror or melodrama. Either way I didn’t want to lose it from my mind. Please remember this is a dream, so in that some portions are going to seem unreasonably weird. I have taken a few liberties with it to make it flow as a story should, connecting otherwise disjointed ideas or story lines, introduction of proper nouns, addition of certain details to make it more appropriate for this venue, the necessities to make it readable. But I have done my best to keep its distortion to what I consider a minimal.
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Let me start by telling you about Launa. For all intents and purposes Launa is me. She isn’t me in the sense that I live inside her skin and make her decisions for her. But she is made of the same essence as I am. I know her every thought, her every emotion, every whim, need, and lust, regardless if I am with her physically. She is my lover. And despite knowing everything a person could possibly know even about themselves, she still carries a mystique with me. She is very tall, eye level for me, which makes her too tall for a woman by the standards of most; many men despise having to look up to a mate. But I find her height perfect for me. It is so easy for me to get lost in her deep blue eyes, listening to her thoughts, feeling her as an unrivaled compliment to myself. Her hair is made of dark red spirals that reflect both her excitement and danger to me. That life in her is after all also that life in me, and I adore that aspect of her. She is too thin for average taste, mine also for that matter. Had she been anyone else, without her completeness I wouldn’t have given her a second look based on this. But for her it is worn so beautifully. She doesn’t seem to move like people move. Rather than a series muscle contractions that will accomplish her desired task, her movements just seem to flow from her acutely deliberate desires. There is never the slightest hint of an extraneous or unconscious movement on any inch of her body. At any instant in time if you were to paint her portrait, you would have guessed that there was no better pose, and she could have never have been more intimate or more flattering.
There is also Ellie, and Ellie is such a gift to me. She too is every bit as much a part of me as Launa; but she carries a uniquely different role as part of our whole. She isn’t my daughter in the sense that I feel Launa is her mother, by this I mean your standard biologic definition. But then again there is no such male figure for her. Launa is her sole parent by classical definition, a result of parthenogenesis if you will. But she is again my very essence and my daughter in every other possible sense. The prepubescent little angel’s hair is very strait and very black; much shorter than her mother’s at only shoulder length. Her pale blue eyes look so beautiful but so sad. Even when she is happy, it makes me emotional just to look into them. It is clear that they hold much more behind them than people would expect from the small frame. Her thoughts and emotions are as developed as that of any adult. Yet her child-like charms and fancies are present, and they pull at me no less. One of her childish qualities that I adore is her love for her pet. She has spider that plays the role of her best friend, her favorite toy, and her own child. Her relationship with her spider is every bit as developed as one could expect between two people, and I do so enjoy the vicarious pleasure that I get through her from it.
We live on an upper level floor, expansive in its own right. There is a single stone fireplace at the center of one wall and a single window on another. The floors are a rich light wood with beautiful texture and grain. The walls and ceilings are in fact the same thing; the wooden planks arch together to form a pinnacle in the center of the room. It looks much like living in a nicely polished attic, except there is no feeling that there is anything odd about it.
The scene starts as Launa gets dressed in a stunning red sequined gown. It is sheer dress that barely hangs from her small breast; it almost appears as if it is held up by her nipples alone. But as always, there isn’t the slightest hint of error or uncertainty about her. She knows that the provocative little piece will always wear just exactly as she wants it to. She is ready to leave. She knows I will not be coming, she didn’t need to ask. Tonight for her is a hunt, and my presence would likely interfere with her nefarious intentions. So she approaches me with a fierce open mouthed embrace. As she bites my tongue, my lips, and my neck, my hands admire her body that is so irresistible to me. Feeling her small breast and bullet like nipples through the thin material makes me grow hard, and her long thin fingers make sure to acknowledge that fact. But we know this is just a tease; there is much to be built upon tonight.
As she leaves I turn my focus to Ellie, who though obviously very happy playing with her spider ask me to join her. Of course I sit down beside her on the floor, pushing back her hair away from her face so I could more marvel at her beauty. I feel so happy and sad while looking at her, either way it feels so good just to be with her. We play games like make believe and fetch with a tiny piece of paper and her spider. But it isn’t long until I am becoming more aware of Launa.
Launa has made her way into the party; a rather overly sophisticated and pompous environment by my own standards. It is quite a grand house and very self indulgent; I don’t think that would have struck me so bitterly had it not been for the required level of reserve to accompany such a place. Her elegance fit it beautifully though. But we know she isn’t there for your standard social call. She is much more like little Ellie’s black widow who gives the image of being something like her mate. She flows about the large house taking in the idle chatter and great art as she passes. Suddenly, like a breaking tide she slows for some voices from across the room. She picks up on a small group of guys engaged in a competition of braggart style propositions. She turns her head to catch the eye of one the men, and hold it. For three seconds he doesn’t speak, he doesn’t blink; he just stares across the room into her eyes.
Then Launa turns and walks on, she has set the bait for The Mark. The men continue to talk, and the proposition that should have been out of earshot, is not so for Launa. The Mark boasts to his friends that he will have her. He is so confident, so egotistical, and so delightfully perfect for the game. With that Launa continues her stride to the balcony with The Mark psychologically en tow. As she slows to the ledge she is met by the pseudo-friendly voice.
“I will have to say that I don’t know that I have ever seen anyone that could claim my attention quite like you just did.” He says with a great smile that looks practiced for sincerity.
“Forgive me, I didn’t mean to stare. You looked busy and I….” Launa replies with an equal measure of feigned sincerity.
Interrupting The Mark replies, “You need not worry about that, there is just something about you that told me I needed to speak to you right now; sort of like I was meant to. Do you ever get that feeling?”
With a patently calculated glance to the ground before eying the sky, Launa’s act continues “All the time. I can’t imagine all the beautiful order out there without thinking there must be some place for each of us in it also; something other than the rational.”
“A fan of the stars? Me too. Why do you think they have the phrase ‘star crossed lovers?’ The statement itself implies that there are lovers out there that the stars are aligned for.”
“I like that………You seem like a very easy person to talk to.”
They continue on, for some great length. The stars, the paintings, the guests, stories about family members, stories about old lovers; at every turn Launa lays the bait of seeded conversation and The Mark indulges in the elaborate aggrandizement of his own wit. In a few hours he is utterly convinced that she is absolutely fawning over him.
The Mark finally stands close and places his arm around her waist to whisper in her ear, “I am so glad I met you tonight.”
“I don’t want to go home alone tonight…………Can I come with you?” She replies with impeccable candor.
“Absolutely. Shall we make our way?”
“But didn’t you say your brother was here with you? I know family is as important to you as it is to me, and I would feel horrible if he was left without a ride because of me.” Launa poses.
Not being the least bit suspicious, The Mark replies. “It is no worry he can find his own way.”
“I insist we give him a ride, it would be unconscionable to me otherwise” she says with such direct eyes and tone that he is unable to consider any other alternative.
With that the three leave. The seemingly innocent surface conversations to the brother’s house revolve entirely around Launa learning just how close they actually are, what they had been through together, how much they mean to one another. But as soon as the brother was dropped off the reconnaissance is complete. Launa grabs The Mark by the hair and thrust her tongue into his mouth. Her hand reaches for his crotch and his for her breast.
After a brief feel she pulls her head away and orders, “Hurry up and drive.”
As he places the car in gear she undoes his pants, pulling his swollen cock out and into full view. It looks so very large next to her incredibly thin fingers. She slides her fingers across its surface with the inhumanly fluid and deliberate motion characteristic of all her actions. She then intentionally lets slide the most devilish of smiles. She knows this first glimpse at sincerity would most definitely be misinterpreted, and she likes the idea of knowing she has given it to him and he is incapable of acting on it. With that she drops her head into his lap and takes his throbbing member between her lips. The strong suck exhibited is paired with a gentle rocking of her head reminiscent of an intensely mellow song. It is pure sensuousness and elegance as only she is capable. Pulling into his driveway, she presses the tip of her tongue to his leaking hole so that the most artistic string of body fluids is drawn between them.
Just as the front door shuts she pins him to the wall. His button down shirt is torn open and her tongue is in his throat. With a twist of her shoulders her thin red dress falls from her freely. She is beautiful. The naked slender powerful figure forcefully unfastens The Mark’s belt and pants without her ever freeing his mouth for him to breath. As soon as the two bodies are both naked, eclipsing the light from window, she throws him to the floor.
She straddles his cock, gasping as it penetrates her. She rides him like a whirlwind. She is dancing upon his cock with all the fury and grace of tempest. Her fluid yet unpredictable flails are accented by her arms, and more particularly her nails that thrash in lovely successive motions. Catching his chest again and again, time after time her claws tear tiny lines in his skin. I know the sensation well; he is most certainly going to feel a great pain from the wounds later, but right now the delightful sting is just fuel for the entirety of the sensation that is to fuck Launa.
I have the slightest hint of jealousy but I know well the game; I know this is something I will suffer for the greater of the whole. I take some comfort in that I know her intimacy with him is not the same intimacy that she has with me. It is mimicry, an especially elaborate one but mimicry none the less. It is no secret between us however that she enjoys what she is doing. For her this isn’t just necessary foreplay; she is an actress that loves her character and loves her role. And why should I deny her that? There is too much love between us and too much happiness to be wrought through her play for me to get hung up such trivial sentimentality. Just as I know her every thought she also knows mine, so that is where the conflict ends and we accept it for what it is.
As his breaths become more belabored, Launa bears down. She digs her fingers into his chest, making handles for which she can grip. Her thrashing takes on a more regular pattern. Her hips roll forward and back on him like crashing waves. Her newfound rhythm hasn’t lost any passion; it is simply honing in to force his cum from him. The minor screams he has released up to this point don’t compare to those from his present state. As his cock begins pumping inside her he lets out the most guttural tone that he has likely ever released in his life. Throwing her head back, Launa joins him with the wail of siren. Together the cries create a melody in my ears; a harmonious clash of pleasure and pain. There couldn’t be a more satisfying tone.
She bites at his lip as she raises her hips from his still swollen cock. Sitting beside him, she first grazes his wounds with her fingers while tracing her way down to his prick. Her tongue then follows; not ignoring a single scratch, not one torn bit of flesh is left unattended. It stings him greatly but as he tries to cry out she drives two fingers into his mouth. He bites down on them trying to take the focus away from the pain of her tonguing his exposures. Her mouth finally reaches his still pulsing cock. With her mouth she delivers a short series of invaginations before standing to take in the sight of him.
“Stay just where you are.” She says as if he really had a choice. “I can show myself out.”
He is drained both physically and mentally. At the point of exhaustion, he was likely not even capable of thought. There was a rapid beat in his chest and a hard rising and falling, but his vacant face looked dead.
Replacing her gown on her lovely figure she coyly exclaims “I will see you soon.”
Phase two was complete but we were far from done. In fact our complex little game had just begun. It was now time to make another late night call: The brother’s house was the next destination of the night, and though no one would have ever thought it, he will be getting off easy. He is a peripheral, just an extension of The Mark as far as we are concerned. And we are far from done with The Mark.
Launa arrives with such a cool and collected manner that I admire in the face of my own eager anticipation. The brother, though quite surprised by his awakening, doesn’t take long before he invites Launa in; as if he ever had any choice.
“Hi…What’s going on? Is everything ok?” He asks upon opening the door.
“Couldn’t be better. I need to see you.” Launa replies with a smile that is so beatific yet so devious.
“Please come in.”
The scene unfolds with splendid duplicity. Just as the front door shuts she pins him to the wall. His night shirt is torn open and her tongue is in his throat. With a twist of her shoulders her thin red dress falls from her freely. The naked slender powerful figure forcefully tears his boxers without her ever freeing his mouth for him to breath. As soon as the two bodies are both naked, eclipsing the light from window, she throws him to the floor.
Like his brother, she straddles him, but this time without the same level of reserve. This fuck is much more violent, much less controlled. The tearing of her nails into his skin is much deeper, deep enough that it overshadows the normal pleasure he would be getting from his cock pierced in her delicious cunt. With a shocked scream he tries to throw her from him. Looking at the two one might guess it a simple task, but he finds himself unable. After all she is not just her, she is me, or at least has me in her. Her expressions of delight in his torment are now fully loosed; she knows he has reached a point from which he can’t return. She leaps from his cock, pinning his arms to the ground with her feet. She holds his head in her hands as she licks his face. Her extremely long, extremely thin features look inhuman perched as she is. She is like a praying mantis preparing to devour the head of her mate. And devour she does. She sinks her teeth into his flesh, again and again into his face and his throat. While not actually eating his flesh she is readily consuming the gushing blood. The whole while, her cunt is leaving streaks on his chest where her wetness is rubbing up against him. Her thumbs find his eyes and bury themselves entirely. His screams fade with his struggling. Thus concludes the scene, but not the plan for sensation.
Launa and I are now present at the funeral, and this is where we expect the pinnacle of the passion to be laid out. Death has such a way of binding people together by some sort of hyperactivity of our human emotions. Funerals are not for the dead after all, they are for the living, and we planned to drink it in heavily. Many of the speakers are too weak for my taste. Different people grieve in different ways but I find the caricature’s commonly expressed by many people to be particularly lame. Based on these obligatory speeches, one might conclude the deceased was a work of fiction created for a Sunday morning cartoon. This is not what we are here for.
But as The Mark begins to speak there is an instant surge within us. This is unmistakable true feeling. His unashamed weeping and deeply contorted face are just the physical manifestations of what is really going on inside. He is a wreck. He doesn’t describe his brother with the same silly clich?that many of the others used, instead he truly breaks down. He speech is a speech of personal loss; his reflection that he had lost a part of himself. There will never be anything to replace what he had spent his entire life building emotion into, and we are watching the culmination and explosion of those emotions. He has never been so far from his baseline; no orgasm, no pill, no line has ever made him feel anything remotely as powerful as what he feels right now. We feel so fortunate to experience this intensity vicariously through him. Even though our tag along emotions clearly pale to his, his emotions are so powerful that they still pull us into a much heightened state.
After the completion of the formalities we wish a single acknowledgment before we take our leave. Some part of the ego begs it of us. It just wouldn’t feel complete if we didn’t. Through the crowd Launa locks eyes with The Mark. She delivers an evil smile, and we disappear into the crowd.
Launa and I quickly find ourselves alone and we are quite ravenous. My hands grip her hair as she takes my face in hers. Our deep kisses foreshadow the more visceral acts to follow. I take her ass into my hands, spreading her cheeks as I bite into her neckline, breaking the skin. Her nails tear their way down my chest as she finds my erect cock. Her firm grip is so delightfully painful on my shaft. She returns the gesture of tearing into my neck with her teeth as she forces me inside of her. She claws at my back as I thrust inside of her with an absolute delight. Soon, she hooks her legs around me and throws her head back. Her hands dig into my collar so she can support herself. I watch as her small breast and exquisite nipples bounce in front of me. For an instant I feel at one. But I am suddenly overcome by a horrible shock.
It is Ellie. We were too cocky with The Mark and he knew the score. He had found her. He was at our house. I take off running at blinding speeds to get back. I am tearing through everything in my way, people and trees alike were thrashed aside as I cut my path to her. But he was going to have his time, I couldn’t stop that.
It seems he had been a very quick study, because he knew the value of vicarious harm and elaborate planning. Instead of directly harming Ellie he forces her to watch as he takes her spider. Knowing how much it means to her and her to me, he forces poison upon it. It stumbles about in obvious pain and disorientation. Ellie cries aloud, tears streaming from her face as she watches in horror at the suffering of her closest friend. As I run I too cry. Tears streak sideways on my face as I rush to meet them. After all her pain was my pain, I feel it every bit as real as if I were her.
I finally arrive and he is not in sight. Ellie is holding her spider in her hands wailing. I quickly kneel around her holding her as closely as I can. I love her so much and it pains me that she is so sad. We sit for minutes as I try to calm her. It then occurs to me that I can fix it. I can save her spider with the essence that runs between Launa and Ellie and me. I gently take the spider in my hands and place it to an open wound on my chest. The dying spider latches on to me. Just as I thought, my essence empowers it. It starts to come round much to the delight of both Ellie and I. We are so happy that we were able to save such a dear friend, but I know it is now time to bring our game to an end. The Mark has gone beyond the stage of being toyed with, I have to end him.
As soon as I am sure that Ellie is contented, I take off in search of The Mark with an insatiable fury. It has been to my peril that I had underestimated him once and foolishly I do it again. Once I have made great distance, scanning for him in my enraged state, he reveals himself again. He reveals himself through Ellie. He is still with her!
She cowers in terror of the menacing figure. Her spider now revived and wary attacks him. But its bite does something I didn’t expect and couldn’t have been more terrified by. It passes my essence on to him. I am now one with him, and through him have I never felt so much self loathing. I have harmed him and he knew it, and now he would hurt himself more than any man ever would just to get back at me. He grabbed Ellie, now fully prepared to take his own plan to the next phase. At that moment I lost my visual of them; I am too overwhelmed. I simply can’t bear to watch. Every time he hurts her it hurts himself, but the damage is magnified in me. I have never experienced the level of horror and impotence that I feel by not being able to help her. Though not seeing his actions, my heart is very much aware of every injury inflicted upon her.
When I finally break through the door, my face is stained with tears and stretched to immobility by my rage. He is standing over her, waiting, staring. She lies lifeless with her chest split open at his feet. Her tiny broken ribs are sticking out in various directions like steeples after an earthquake. Her sad face is still wet with tears and blood but her mouth is shut as in acceptance of her fate.
It only takes a second before I fly at him, smashing into the wall. He is much stronger than I would expect, I know it is because he is now part of me. We exchange punch after punch. The skin my knuckles quickly tear as they repeatedly find their way to his face. His fingers start to pierce my skin as if he will simply rip my entrails from me. In no time we are both quite ragged and bloody. In the end he can’t overpower me. On top of him I take his head into my hands and slam it to the floor. With every successive slam I am killing him, but I am also killing a part of me. I can feel his skull giving way. Each slam brings his choking and spiting head a bit closer to even with the floor. I continue until there isn’t enough left to pick up and his head is all but a pile of blood and goo.
My rage is soon sated, my enemy is no more. But he has hurt me; I have hurt me beyond repair. I once again kneel by Ellie. I cradle her head in my hands and press mine to hers. As I cry over my lovely little girl the sequence ends.

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Fantasm

homicidal sociopaths are often the most charming of men

i followed him down the thin, winding dirt path, snaking it’s way through the park. he was walking a few steps ahead of me, with his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his low rise Levi’s. dawn was just barely breaking, the droplets of dew on the surrounding blades of grass glistened, it looked as though the earth’s surface was encrusted with thousands of microscopic diamonds. his footsteps were heavy, almost violent. the beat of his clunky vans against the crust beneath him matched the thudding of my own racing heart.
i hadn’t known him for very long. in fact, i barely knew him at all. i had met him at a local coffee shop just a few days ago. he stood awkwardly, at about 6‘4, he looked extremely out of place, uncomfortable in his own skin. i watched him from the table i had seated myself at a few moments ago, sipping my vanilla latte. his dark, sullen eyes darted to every corner of the room, taking in the slightest detail. eventually, his gaze shifted to me. i offered him a friendly smile, but his facial expression did not budge from the cold, hardened mask he wore. he continued to glance around him nervously, i’m sure a fly would have better luck capturing his attention than i did.
a scruffy teenage boy, probably only a year or two younger than myself, handed this mysterious man his coffee. the teenager seemed to be intimidated by him, i could tell by the way he avoided any eye contact. i understood why he was hesitant. to my surprise, the man started heading in my direction. the seconds turned to centuries as he approached me.
it was my very first time seeing him head on, and i was stunned by his rugged beauty. he wore a black lip ring, with a small silver stud right beside it. snake bites i believed they were called. it looked as though he had neglected shaving for a few days, giving him just the right amount of stubble to be considered sexy. his thick black hair was swept over his forehead, almost completely in his eyes. it was messy, like he had just crawled out of bed, threw on some clothes, and ended up here. a single blonde streak marked the front left side of his bangs.
as he moved towards me, i saw his confidence grow with every step. he no longer looked like he had outgrown his own skin, like he was out of place here. this is exactly where he wanted to be, where he was always meant to be. then he smiled at me. it was the first time i’d seen his expression change since he entered the poorly lit coffee shop. the hardened mask that once held his face in an icy glare, shattered. i watched as a grin started to take it’s place.
he was effectively moving in slow motion. his deep blue eyes glistened, despite the dim lighting. his eyes seemed to be smiling more so than his smile itself. his shirt was powder blue, and the top two buttons were left undone. i could make out a few letters of what appeared to be a chest piece. the only letters left uncovered by the flimsy cotton were “..ake you su..”. i couldn’t even guess what it fully read, but i was quickly side tracked by the rest of his flawless form. my eyes continued to scan him downward, i was absorbing every inch of him.
the fabric of his shirt was so thin, i could make out the fine lines of his six pack, and the smooth V that started at his hip bones, dipping down into his pelvis. he wore a white studded belt, with several of them missing. he looked just the slightest bit unkept, like he wasn’t aiming for sexy, which described him better than any other word in the english language.
after an eternity of anticipation, he reached out for the seat directly across from me. he slowly sat down, then met my gaze. i was melting, his look ignited a fuse deep within me. i was going to burst into flames, simply explode in the presence of this god-like being. his eyes were the brightest of blues i’d ever witnessed, with a green-yellow ring surrounding his pupils. i could drown in those eyes. i watched him wet his perfect lips with his tongue, then part them to speak.
“hi. i’m Seth.”
he extended his hand towards me, expecting me to shake it. i suddenly became unbearably self conscious. i was so caught up in the sex appeal that was oozing from his every pore, i forgot he was an actual human being. i realized my mouth had been hanging wide open, and i was salivating. i quickly cleared my throat, and attempted to regain my composure.
he sat there smiling goofily, his head slightly cocked to the right. his hand was still extended in front of him, waiting for me to break out of my stupor. i shot out my hand, and swallowed. my mouth had become dry, and i had to blink a few times to ensure that this figure of absolute perfection was reality, not some figment of my over active imagination. why was he wasting his time talking to a girl like me?!
“excuse me, i’m Danielle.”
i went to grasp his hand in mine, ready to give him a firm handshake. it truly was nice to meet him. i will never forget the first time Seth’s flesh grazed mine. my entire body broke out in a series of goose bumps, and the only thing i can compare the actual contact to is sticking a fork into an electrical socket. i gasped, jumping clear out of my seat. my face began to flush, i looked down at my hands, trying to hide my embarrassment from him.
he smiled at me, and allowed a small laugh to escape from his perfect lips. god, i adored his smile, especially when it was aimed in my direction. Seth looked deeper into my soul than i ever could myself. i was hooked.
“are you alright?” he began to look concerned. i must have looked like such a complete idiot, i had to salvage this somehow. i could not let him slip away.
“uhm.. uh yeah. you must have picked up some static electricity somewhere, you shocked me.”
fuck, i was stuttering. i sat there wishing i had worn my yellow sundress that day, rather than my grey sweat pants and university tee. i should have done something with my hair besides piling it into a lopsided bun on the side of my head. i should have taken the time to apply some eye shadow, perhaps some blush. then again, if i had taken the time to do all that, i could have completely missed him.
i wasn’t completely sure what to make of this lovely human in front of me. i was extremely drawn to him, yet some alarm was going off in my head, telling me to run, to be afraid. i wiped the perspiration from my palms onto my sweat pants, and gave him the sweetest smile i could manage. i probably looked sick, and i certainly felt like spilling the contents of my stomach right about then. he seemed not to notice though, or he was trying to spare me from any further humiliation.
“sorry about that.”
he took a sip of his coffee, black with only one packet of splenda. i nearly fell out of my chair hearing the silky smooth, baritone voice that was emitted from those lips of his. my legs were shaking, with the rest of my body following suit. i did not want to be there, yet there was no place else i’d rather be.
“so, do you go to the university?”
i lit a cigarette, for the sole purpose of having something to do with my hands. maybe the nicotine would help to calm my nerves, but i doubted it. i blew the smoke up towards the ceiling, and watched it as it spiraled upward, then disappeared.
“yeah.” he smiled. “i’m studying psychology. i live in the dumpy apartments just off of campus. it’s not the best place, but it serves it’s purpose.” i contentedly watched as he pulled out a cigarette of his own. great, at least there’s one thing i have in common with this perfect being. i lit it for him. i was trying to picture which apartments he was talking about, then realized they were only three blocks down from my own place. i wasn’t sure what to say. he seemed so at ease talking to me, and i was such a complete and utter disaster. a hurricane was taking place inside of me.
“ahh, i live right down the road from you then, on 22nd street.” his face seemed to light up, that perfect face. i began to stare at his chest, where his shirt was left to gape open. taunting me, not quite showing me all that i wanted, but giving me enough of a taste to desperately crave more.
“i may have to pay you a visit sometime then.”
him, come visit me? why would he even say that to me, he couldn’t possibly be interested. he finished off the rest of his coffee, and glanced at the tacky clock mounted on the wall.
“i have class in 15 minutes, so i better get going. i just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to talk to a pretty girl such as yourself.” he beamed, he knew he was in control.
“alright, hopefully i’ll see you around again soon.”
i had turned crimson, and my ears felt as if someone had doused them in lighter fluid, then cruelly lit a match. he reached out to me, and stroked underneath my chin with his index finger. another electrical current rocked my small frame. what the hell was wrong with me? his eyes twinkled.
“see ya.”
with that, he threw his empty coffee cup in the bin marked “recycle”, pushed open the thick cherry wood doors, and disappeared from the gaze of my starving eyes. i looked down at my hands, surprised to see my lit cigarette still poised between my index and middle fingers. i shook my head, attempting to comprehend what in the fuck had just taken place. minutes passed, i sat there, deep in thought. i reminisced about those beautiful blue eyes, fantasized about the way he bit onto his lip ring while he was waiting for my reply. i got so lost in the afterglow of him, i jumped when the manager told me he was closing up for the night.
i rose from my seat, my knees buckled beneath me. i could barely keep my balance. i held onto the corner of my table until the circulation returned to my legs, then i wobbled out into the warm spring air.
when i got home that night, i couldn’t sleep. i wasn’t even able to consider sleep. i was still far too consumed with something that had occurred hours ago now. i just couldn’t shake the thought of him, he stuck to me like velcro. i paced around my tiny one bedroom apartment, chain smoking, wondering when i’d see him again. if i’d see him again. somehow, i knew i would. he lived close enough, and our paths had already crossed once, they were certain to again.
the next few days were agonizing. i spent my free time walking around campus, praying i’d run into Seth again. i went everywhere, five times at the least. i went to the local park, ignoring a couple heatedly making out on a bench to the left of me. i visited the library, pretending to look at countless books i had no intention to check out. i went back to the coffee shop, three times in one afternoon. i had only entered once, to purchase an iced chai. the other two times i walked by slowly, peering inside the dimly lit lounge area, searching for the boy i knew i wouldn’t find.
my nights, i would lie awake in bed. i desperately needed to sleep. i tried everything! counting sheep, playing soft music, going out for jogs in the middle of the night hoping i could exhaust myself. i did drift off a few times, but my slumber was shallow, dreamless. the third night i cried, i simply could not hold it back a second longer. i wrapped myself up in my sheets and blankets, and bawled like a five year old that had dropped his ice cream cone.
i was going insane! mad, i tell you! this was not normal, or healthy in any way. i was obsessed with this strange man, who i’d only met once. we’d only exchanged a few words during our brief encounter, yet i clung to them as if they were the only words i knew. i told myself i had to stop this, i didn’t even know this guy i was so lovesick over. guys like him did not take interest in girls like me. even if i did find him on one of my wild goose chases, i knew i would be far too nervous to actually approach him. and if i did approach him, i would have nothing to say. if i did find something to say, it would be idiotic, and he would probably wind up laughing in my face and walking away.
i told myself these things, but i didn’t want to believe them. he had called me pretty, and he obviously approached me for some reason. i remembered the way he had smiled at me, and my heart began to flutter.
that night, i went on another one of my jogs, trying to tire myself. it was 4:51 am when i left, my destination was the park. hopefully some fresh air would help me to escape this insanity, at least temporarily. i shut the door to my apartment, and checked twice that it was locked before i left. i walked through the front door of the apartment building, out onto 22nd street, and gazed up at this strange structure that i called my home.
i tucked my hands into the front pocket of my hoodie. it wasn’t cold out that night, but the slight breeze made it uncomfortable to leave your arms completely bare. i studied my feet as i walked along, i watched the tassels of my worn out moccasins swing to and fro.
i had almost reached the park, when i heard footsteps behind me. i turned around, but was only greeted by darkness. then he stepped into the small puddle of light cast down upon the sidewalk by a single street lamp. i rubbed my eyes. i hadn’t slept in so long, i figured i was just seeing things. what could Seth possibly be doing walking around the park at nearly five in the morning? what the hell was i doing walking around the park at the same time?
then he smiled, and flashed those perfectly straight teeth at me. i waved at him, and he waved back. i was dumbfounded, frozen in place. Seth began walking toward me, yet again moving in slow motion. he wore a simple white V neck, but it clung to his fit form perfectly. i could just make out the dark outline of a few of the letters inked into his flesh. “..ll ma..” was all that his shirt left uncovered. i looked into his eyes again, and lost myself just as i had the day that we met at the coffee shop, and in all the countless day dreams i had of seeing his glorious face again.
he stopped in front of me, and folded his arms across his chest. he studied my face for what seemed to be hours. trying to dig up information with solely his eyes, attempting to figure me out, to break me with his stare. realistically, it only lasted a few seconds. i could not guess what he was feeling, he looked emotionless, he was yet again wearing his cold mask. then he spoke.
“follow me, i want to show you something.”
i followed him down the thin, winding dirt path, snaking it’s way through the park. he was walking a few steps ahead of me, with his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his low rise Levi’s. dawn was just barely breaking, the droplets of dew on the surrounding blades of grass glistened, it looked as though the earth’s surface was encrusted with thousands of microscopic diamonds. his footsteps were heavy, almost violent. the beat of his clunky vans against the crust beneath him matched the thudding of my own racing heart.
his legs were much longer than mine, and i could only cover about half the distance he could in a single stride. i was having trouble keeping up with his frantic pace. i felt beads of sweat begin to form on my forehead. what could he possibly want to show me in the woods during the middle of the night? i watched as he walked along, his muscles rippling under his thin cotton shirt. we continued to follow the same beaten bike path, i had no sense of how long we had been walking. i looked about me as we passed tree after tree, their twisted branches entangled with one another. the wind was blowing through their naked limbs, emitting an eerie wailing that pierced the dead silence. i could hear the rush of water.
we reached the end of the bike trail, and he led me through the dense brush off to the right. the water grew louder. i leaped over decaying logs, ducked under vines blocking my path, i nearly fell several times. i was far too distracted by the sight of him to pay much attention to my footing. we came to a clearing, and i saw the most beautiful sight i had ever witnessed in all of my nineteen and a half years.
the sun had just started to peek over the hills, drowning everything in sight in an orangey-pink glow. the stream was shallow, more like a creek, but the current rushed by with the speed and intensity of a jacuzzi jet. the water was clear, i could make out the tiny colorful pebbles dotting the bottom of it. you could see them being pushed along, beat down into the rock by the powerful current. the trees had not yet begun to bud, but the grassy area in the clearing was abundant with signs of the coming spring. small yellow flowers were scattered about, swaying in the slight breeze. i was honored that he had shared this wonderful place with me.
i turned my gaze to Seth, he had been watching me, trying to gauge my reaction.
“it’s beautiful.” i said it with both my voice, and my heart. he turned his attention back toward the bubbling water, reflecting the pink of the sunrise.
“i know, i’ve never visited this spot at dawn. come closer dear, there’s no need to be shy..” he grinned. something about his smile this time made my blood run cold. it was not the genuine, playful smile he had worn at the coffee shop. he scared me, but he lured me in like a moth to flame.
i inched closer to him. my hands became clammy, and i felt my pulse quicken. i stood directly in front of him, gazing into those eyes of his, awaiting my next instruction. i could feel the heat radiate from his body, and i basked in our closeness. i was too lost to make any move for myself, i was in his hands now. he stepped closer, and wrapped his arms around my waist.
the initial shock of it startled me, even though i had learned to expect it. it was different this time though, he did not pull away. he held me, and i could feel his touch radiating through my every cell. my body was buzzing, i was a live wire. my wobbling knees could no longer support my weight, and i allowed myself to collapse into his chest. Seth’s scent was intoxicating, pure poison to me. it was unlike anything i’d ever smelled before, for it stimulated more senses than strictly my scent. i had not yet had my fill of our wonderful embrace, when he pushed me away.
he grabbed me by my shoulders, and shot invisible daggers of hate straight through me with his glare. his eyes were aflame with rage. the yellow rings encircling his pupils began to dance around in the surrounding bright blue. he raised his hand, i admired the strength and size of it, i was impressed at how quickly he snapped it back down, flattening his palm, slapping me in the face. i was stunned. but i could not move, could not cry out for help, i was immobile. besides, i wanted to stay here with him. he was wonderful. i knew that i should be afraid, but i wasn’t. i was finally alone with him, i had his full attention. i was finally getting what i had yearned for. i quickly accepted my fate, knowing there was nothing i could do to change his mind anyway. if i were to cry out, and beg him to release me, he would only become more enraged. i submitted to him.
Seth grabbed me by my hair, digging his fingers deep into my scalp. he dragged me to the edge of the creek. he had become an entirely different being in a matter of minutes, a being even more fascinating and hypnotizing than he had been before. he had become purely animal instinct, and i was his prey. he slammed the right side of my face into the jagged end of a protruding rock. i heard the sickening crack of my cheek bone, my entire body was set aflame in pure agony. the blood began to trickle down my face, onto my chest. a dark red stain formed, soaking through the thick fabric and onto my skin.
he was far from done with me though. he violently tore off my sweatpants, yanked my sweatshirt over my head with haste. i heard the fabric of my camisole tear, as he ripped it away from my shaking body. his hands began to tremble as he reached behind me to search for the clasp of my bra. grasping either side, he pulled, bending the small metal clasps. my bra fell to the ground. he admired my newly exposed flesh, but only for a split second before proceeding to remove my panties.
Seth stepped back, and removed his own shirt. i saw him standing there, but my brain was not able to process the image before me. his fingers worked quickly, removing his belt, undoing the single button securing his jeans to his body. one foot at a time, he stepped out of them, along with his boxers. he forced me down onto my hands and knees, and shoved my bleeding face into the icy water. the freezing cold began to dull the throbbing in my cheek.
Seth got in position behind me, slowly easing his manhood into my now dripping hole. he was almost gentle with me for a split second, a low groan escaping his lips. he made love to me, and i was in absolute heaven. the friction he was creating inside of me was beginning to start a fire, building pressure, pushing me further and further toward the edge. i didn’t care about my damaged face, or the fact that Seth would hold my head under the water for almost a full minute. he would then allow me to resurface, sucking as much oxygen into my lungs as i could, before returning to his tortuous pattern.
he was playing with me, this was all just a childish game to him, and i was taking advantage of every second. gripping my hips he administered one last thrust, emptying his seed deep into my womb. i climaxed, feeling his manhood jerk and spew wads of his hot cum against my cervix. he reluctantly pulled himself out of my ravaged sex, replacing his wonderful member with something terrifying.
i saw the shiny flash of metal, reflecting the colors of the sunrise. he plunged it into me before i even fully realized what the object was. i felt the blade dig into my flesh, slicing and carving into my vaginal walls. he fucked me brutally with the knife, completely ruining me. my blood mixed with his semen gushed out, coating my inner thighs with the gory mess. i screamed, and screamed and screamed. he made no move to silence me, i continued until my voice grew hoarse and eventually failed me. it was a lost cause anyway, there wasn’t a soul out there to hear my pathetic cries for help, and i wasn’t sure that i even wanted to be rescued at this stage in the destruction of my once beautiful form. i began to grow light headed, i blacked out to escape the sheer agony i was in.
the next thing i was aware of was my broken form was being lifted off the ground by my hair. i opened my eyes, greeted by the sight of Seth’s bare chest. his tattoo read “i will make you suffer.” black splotches blinked across my line of vision, and my mind entered the darkness for the last time.
i watched from above as Seth drug my lifeless body away from the water, he kissed my still warm lips, and once again sexually used me. he pulled a backpack from the nearby shrubbery, and produced from it a chain saw. i apathetically looked onward, as he sloppily dismembered my legs from my torso. the motor of the machine was deafening, but it did not quite drown out the disgusting popping sound of my blood vessels being ripped apart. the saw sliced through my thigh bones as if they were nothing but warm butter. blood and flesh were flung by the chain in all directions, splattering Seth’s lovely face with my most precious bodily fluid. he grinned, this time it was the smile he had flashed me at the coffee shop, only a few short days prior. i couldn’t help but to smile as well.

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A young boy by the name of Alex living in future Britain where hooligans own the streets with the police at their mercy 4 young boys enjoy ultra-violence, rape, torture and other sadistic games. DARE YOU READ?

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In the Blink of an Eye

.In the Blink of an Eye.
I sit on the bench waiting for the bus feeling alone as usual. I’m almost always surrounded by people, including friends and family, and have a deep unending feeling of being alone on this hunk of rock we call home. I’ve listened to many conversations of the possible existence of extraterrestrials, and let me tell you, they do exist, just maybe not in the shape and form that you think. When you complete this entry, you’ll believe that I am not human, many call me an animal or inhuman, but I truly believe I am an Alien Life Form, trapped on this planet, searching for a way to pass the time till, my people come for me.
Since I can remember I have laughed at what other people feel ashamed of. I do not know this emotion, what does it mean to feel ashamed. Why should I feel bad or regret anything that I have done? This is me, if as so many people say GOD creates us all in his image, surely this is how GOD is. If GOD created us with free will, why should we feel shame at any decision we make. If this is GOD’s will, then I am just a soldier, following orders. Anger, Humor, Fear, Pride, these are emotions I can relate too. So what is SHAME?
I know many of you out there feel shame and worry every single day. I do not every decision I make is the right, Did I cut that person off, Was I rude to a fellow worker, Should I have let my child go to that party, these and many more questions you so called normal people struggle with every single day. I invite you to a place of total peace and tranquility, where no thought, decision, or outcome is the wrong one.
I step on the bus, and feel pride at the fact that I appear unassuming and unhazardous. I am 5’11”, 180, I am taught and much stronger than I appear, but where baggy clothes to mask that fact. I am bi-racial and could pass for Black, Latino, Native American, Samoan, and Hawaiian, in point of fact I have been asked if I am all of these. I wear glasses, because I have found no one ever suspects violence or abnormal behavior from people who have a disability. I pass by my fellow riders, catching quick glances, on my way to the rear of the bus. No one notices me, I love the fact that I am a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
Humanity as a species, wouldn’t not have survived, if we had developed the ability of mind reading. People think all kinds of fucked up things, but never have the testicular fortitude to act or even voice their thoughts. I’m a people watcher, a useful hobby, I have perfected. The white guy with the hard hat, sitting in the front of the bus, that wrinkles his nose as if he smells something funky, as the young black kid, with sagging jeans passes by, closet racist. They woman that looks away, as the young Black or Latino mother with two kids under 6 years old, thinks to herself well fare , as the mother walks by. All these things happen in the blink of eye, maybe without even a conscious thought, but I notice everything. The young man watching a scantily dresses woman, walk to the back of the bus. He closes his eyes imagining her naked and what he would do to her given the chance.
I watch number 45 step on the bus, and pay her fare. She sports the slender yet muscular build of an athlete. Since she is petite, I picture tennis or golf. I notice her lily white skin, dark blond hair, long toned legs, arrow straight posture, designer hand bag, and shoes. She grew up in a well to do area, and probably went to private school. I see a small unobtrusive ring, near perfect necklace of white pearls, solid power color dress, and think to myself, paralegal , executive assistant, or teacher. She wears a light jacket close around her, which tells me she is not aware of her beauty, she is shy and introspective. She is not aware of every male eye watching her as she, walks to the back of the bus. She sits down and tugs at the hem of he dress anxiously, glances quickly at me and as quickly turns away. I notice a sparkle in her eye as she glances at my lap, and see the novel laying there.
“Hello”, she says after a barely discernible swallow.
“Hi,” I respond giving her a quick once over, that she doesn’t notice.
My, My, quite shy aren’t we I think to myself as I watch her.
“What are you reading,” she asks nodding towards the book laying on my lap.
“Stephen King’s Bag of Bones,” I say looking into her emerald green eyes.
“I love that book,” she says excitedly, “It’s one of my favorites.”
I’ve found something that may pull her out of her shell, I think next.
“It’s one of my favorites as well,” I reply reassessing my early evaluation of her and adding librarian to the list of professions, “I love how he turned a ghost story into a romance novel.”
“Oh, I know,” she says with a sigh, “I love how he expressed the way his character felt about his wife’s death, and how he was dealing with it.”
Definitely a bookworm, has had only a few relationships that most likely ended badly, likes book romance better than real life romance. Waiting for her Prince Charming to come and sweep her off her feet.
“I think he may possibly be the best writer in the world, right now.”
“There are a lot of great writers out there,” she says pushing her glasses up and giving me a quick once over, “ I don’t do this often, but I’m in a book club you may like. We meet at different people’s houses every week and discuss the book of the week, I meet so few people now a days that read, I just thought…”
This is almost to easy I think to myself, is she really that naive.
“That sounds great,” I say as she begins to fumble with her words, biting her lower lip nervously, “What book are you reading for next week?”
“We are reading another Stephen King book, The Stand,” she tilting her head down and looking away demurely, “It’s kind of long, so you might not have enough time to finish it.”
“I have read it several times,” I reply shifting in my seat so I can get a better look at her, “It is probably my all time favorite King book.”
“Well then you’ll be able to come,” she says smiling and blushing slightly.
“Here is my card,” I say pulling out a card that shows me to be a rare book collector for a well known auction house, “ Give me a call, and let me know the when and where.”
“I will,” she says gracing me with another sparkling white smile. “ We meet on Wednesday nights, at a different person’s house. The host usually provides some wine and cheese, or some other finger food, you can bring something if you like.”
“I’ll think about that,” I say smiling at her.
“Here’s my stop,” she says standing up quickly, “I’ll call you this weekend to give the address, an in flux of fresh blood is just what our little group needs. Plus it’ll be nice to have a man’s opinion on things for a change.”
This is too easy, I think to myself again as I watch her climb down the rear steps of the bus and apparently head towards a coffee shop up the street, “I could take her tonight if I really wanted to,says one side of brain. “Wait, be patient, the chase is half the fun,” says the other side if my brain.
I get off the bus one block up, from where number 45 got off. I walk towards the coffee shop, she appeared headed to and watch her walk in just before I arrive at the door. I walk up behind her and hear he order an Earl Grey, with light cream. I step up and order the same thing, and quickly step up behind her at the register.
“This one is on me,” I say to the cashier with a wink.
“Oh no, that’s ok,” forty-five says reaching into her purse, “I’ll pay for myself.”
“It’s the least I can do,” I say reaching out and gently removing her hand from her purse, “After such a nice invitation.”
“Oh, it’s you,” she says glancing back at me blushing and smiling again, “That’s ok, please I can pay…”
“No, No, I insist,” I say lifting her hand and kissing it, “ I must repay my lady for such a gracious invitation.”
“Well then sir, such a noble gesture,” she says with a small curtsey, “Shall not be denied.”
The cashier looks at us as if we are crazy and then accepts my card. After she swipes it, we walk to a a corner both at the front of the cafe, right next to the window. I bow and offer her the seat next to the window, she sits down and then nods for me to sit down. I sit and take a sip of my tea, and watch her do the same. I wait for her to speak first.
“You are quite a nice surprise,” she says sipping again, “Most people aren’t able to speak in Old English, any more.”
“I love Shakespeare,” I say taking another sip, looking at her over the cup.
“I love the way, he made the language flow,” she says closing her eyes with a sigh.
“One of my greatest finds, was a complete set of Shakespeare’s works.”
“Oh, I don’t know how you gave that up.” she says with a shudder, “ I would of kept them for myself.”
“It was a good bit out of my price range,” I say with a laugh, “I would of loved to, but I could never afford that.”
“I know what you mean, my salary barely pays my bills,” she says giggling lightly.
“You know my profession, my dear lady, might I know what you do for a living.”
“I’m a scribe, dear sir,” she replies quickly changing her answer, “I mean I am a librarian.”
“That must be an interesting job,” I say purposely starring at her to watch her blush again, “All those old tomes to pour over. You could never know, all the first editions I’ve read ,before turning them over to the auction house.”
“I can imagine,” she replies dreamily, “I love to go into the reserved section, and feel the old paper rustle beneath my fingers. What’s it like to find those rare books for others, and not be able to have one or two for yourself?”
“I have a few autographed first editions . They are mostly contemporary authors, but..” I say giving her a nonchalant wink.
“I’d love to see your collection,” she says excitedly,then blushes at her own forwardness
“I’ll bring you one next week,” I say laughing to myself knowing, I’m stealing her heart, “You can see it after we discuss The Stand.”
“The group would love that,” she says lowering her head and hiding her eyes, “They will be amazed to have some one with your expertise involved in the group.”
“Be sure and call me,” I say standing up making ready to leave, “I’m really looking forward to discussing the book with all of you.”
“I’ll call you tomorrow or Sunday,” she says, “ I think the group will love you.”
“That’s good to hear. I love a heated discussion on almost any subject, it allows me to use my debate team skills,” I say picking up my cup and turning towards the entrance.
“I know what you mean,” she replies with another giggle, “I sometimes pick an opposing position, just to argue.”
“That doesn’t surprise me,” I say with a wink just before turning out the door, “Just by the by might I ask your name.”
“My name is Joan,” she replies, “Joan Stipkovitcz, and yours good sir?”
“Terrance” I reply taking her hand a kissing it again, “I look forward to hearing from you, Joan.”
I step out the and stand next to the window for a moment, and watch her give herself a slight hug. I know she’ll call me tomorrow if not tonight. I’ve chosen another victim in the blink of an eye. I head down the street and hail a cab. I tell the cabbie where I’m headed, then lean back in the cab and close my eyes.
So sweet and innocent I think picturing her in my mind. This shall be fun, I have her hooked already. It amazes me sometimes, how naive and trusting people are. I picture Joan laid out on the bed, trembling beneath my gentle caress, goose bumps covering her pale skin.
I arrive at my residence without realizing how much daydreaming I have been doing. I sit at the computer, doing a small amount of research on my new friend. The internet is an amazing thing, with it almost nothing is private any more, everything is at the tips of your fingers, once you know where to look. After only five minutes I have a senior picture, address, phone number, and credit rating. I knew she had no record, her family lived twenty-six hundred miles away on the other side of the country. I knew she had graduated cu-ma-sum-laude from a small liberal arts college mere blocks from her address. I knew her salary, I knew she went to Cancun last year on vacation. I knew she had a Sphinx cat from the pictures of her face book page. What more do I need to know? Her whole life is laid out in front of me.
I walk into the kitchen and pour myself a glass of wine, and drink it as I prepare dinner. Just as I sit down to dinner the phone rings, I let the machine answer, already knowing who it is.
“ Uh, this is Joan, I’m not sure you remember but,we met on the bus earlier today,” she says into the phone, “I was just giving you a call, to um…”
“Hello, Joan,” I say picking up the receiver, knowing that she is close to hanging up, “I was waiting for you to call, I just sat down to dinner.”
“I’m so sorry, I can call you back, I didn’t mean to interrupt,” she stutters out.
“No worries, your not interrupting anything important, please tell me where we are meeting this week.”
“We are meeting at my friend Monica’s apartment this week,” Joan says quietly almost as if she is expecting me to yell at her, “I can give you directions.”
“OK then.”
“She lives over on Milan Ave. The address is 1315, apartment 4 D,I hope you will come,” she says almost pleading, “I really think you’ll enjoy it.”
“What time do you usually meet,” I ask.
“We meet around seven-thirty.”
“I’ll be there, with bells on,” I say and wait for what I know is coming next.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she says shyly, “But I was wondering if you’d like to meet for dinner tomorrow night, I’m sure you have plans, but thought I’d give it a try.”
“Actually I’m free tomorrow night,” I say chuckling in my head, “I’d love to see you. Why don’t you come to my apartment and we can cook dinner together.”
“Oh you wouldn’t want that,” Joan replies giggling, “I’m a horrible cook.”
“I’m positive that you are not horrible at anything,” I say picturing her covering her mouth as she giggles again.
“No really, I’m not very good at cooking, I usually just order out.”
“Well then, this a situation we will have to remedy, won’t we,” I say laughing with her, “Your first lesson will commence tomorrow night at seven.”
“Well, I barely know you, but you do seem so nice,” she says dreamily, “Do you mind if I bring a friend with me, just to be safe?”
“You, can bring whatever you like, to make you more comfortable,” I say knowing this is just a bluff.
“OK, then we’ll be there at seven,” Joan says, “Can I bring anything with me?”
“Just you,your friend, and two pairs of helping hands,” I say.
“OK, see you tomorrow then Terrance,” Joan says as she hangs up the phone.
I sit back down to dinner picturing her shaking her head in disbelief, at her own nerve. I love the shy quiet ones, they are usually the best in bed. The quieter they are in life, the wilder they are in bed, as a rule of thumb, have you found this to be true? I finish dinner and drive to the supermarket to buy the items which we will be cooking. Once done there I stop and purchase a couple bottles of wine, from the private winery near by.
As I fall asleep that, I do so with a smile, thinking of the new plaything I will acquire tomorrow, and add to my collection. I fall asleep with my customary ease, having no conscience makes it easy to fall asleep. I wake up in the morning and sit down to eat breakfast, a bagel and hot tea. Then I go for a run. I love to run, and feel the wind rushing over my body, almost like I’m soaring, that’s also why I own a OCC bike. After working a good sweat with the run, I hit the weights. Lifting is a great to cool down from a run, especially since I rarely lift for bulk. High reps low weight, great for definition. I finish my daily routine with some ab work, and head to the shower.
I stroke my cock picturing my new toy, that I get to play with later. Imaging what I’m going to do with and with out her permission. I finish myself and then my shower. I sit around the house absentmindedly watching college football, and mentally preparing for tonight’s festivities. I prepare the bedroom, and my tools. I dress quickly around 6:45 putting on a nice light blue, button down shirt and a pair of ball hugging blue jeans that show my package off quite nicely. I daub my neck and wrists with Aqua Digio cologne, and I am just setting up my IPOD play list , as I hear a knock at the door. I turn on the fire place, and check myself in the mirror as I walk past it, to open the door. I see immediately I was right about her bluff, as I open the door and see her standing there all alone. She is breath taking in a pair of tight hip hugging blue jeans, and a tight white sweater, that show her perky small breasts. She is holding her copy of the Stand in one hand, and a unpretentious bottle of wine in the other.
“I know you told me not to bring anything,” she says tucking her hair behind an ear absentmindedly, “ But I hate coming to anyone’s house empty handed.”
“That’s fine,” I say taking the bottle from her and stepping aside to let her in, “I’ll it put out to breathe, why don’t you pick some music from my IPOD on the mantle there.”
“OH. Let’s see what you have,” she says loud enough for me to hear as I walk into the kitchen.
I place her bottle of wine on the counter top and then pour two glasses from the bottle I had opened earlier. I hear Nina Simone come over the speakers as I’m walking back with the wine.
“Your selection is eclectic,” Joan says as she sees me enter the room, “ I have always loved a roaring fire as well, it seems to be a living thing.”
“Here we go Joan,” I say offering her one of the glasses.
“Thank you,” she says immediately taking a sip, “MMM very good.”
“I must admit to being a bit of a wine connoisseur as well,” I say just before taking a sip.
“Well you must know your wines as well as you know your rare books, if this,” Joan says titling her glass towards me, “is any indication of your knowledge.”
“Why thank you very much,” I say watching her drain her glass, “ Would you like another glass?”
“Yes, very much,” Joan says nodding her head.
“I’ll be right back then,” I say as I watch her stifle a small burp with her hand, and then give her a wink “ Don’t go any where.”
“I’ll be right here waiting for you.” Joan says a starts to look through the IPOD again.
“Should I fuck her before or after dinner,” I ask myself walking into the kitchen. “Let her decide” says my logical voice, “She’s close to starting it now, she all nervous and jittery, I bet after she finishes that second glass of wine, she’ll be all over you.” I hear a Robert Johnson ‘ The Walkin Blues’ burst from the speakers, as I am coming through the doors. She stands at the mantle shimmying in front of the fire,
looking smooth and sensuous.
“I’m sorry I didn’t see you there,” Joan says covering her mouth in a nervous laugh.
“That’s ok , I love to see people enjoying their music,” I reply handing her her second glass of wine.
“You have great taste in music, not many people our age appreciate this type of music.”
“A lot of people miss out on great things be it music, books, food, because they are afraid to try something different,” I say and then finish my wine.
“So what did you have in mind for dinner tonight,” Joan asks.
“I was thinking of making veal Parmesan, but using venison instead of veal, roasted Italian herd red potatoes, and maybe a chocolate mouse for desert, how does that sound,” I ask waiting to see if she balks at the venison.
“What is venison?”
“Venison is deer meat, very tasty and very healthy for you,” I say as she finishes her wine, “ It a lot leaner than beef or pork, and tastes exquisite, have you ever tried it?”
“ No I haven’t tried it before,” Joan answers shaking he in that cute way she has, “ I heard it has a different taste, I’m game to try it though. I totally agree with what you said about people missing out because of their fear of the unknown.”
“Well I have marinated the meat in the wine we’re drinking now, that’ll take care of the gamey flavor.”
“May I use your restroom.” she asks standing up.
“Go down the hall and it’s the first door on the left,” I say gesturing my directions, “ Just meet me in the kitchen when your done.”
I walk into the kitchen as she walks towards the bathroom. I set everything we need on the counter and pour two more glasses of wine, waiting for her to come back from the bathroom. Once she arrives in the kitchen, we begin to prepare dinner, while sipping our wine. I can tell she is beginning to relax a little, since she has removed her sweater to reveal a silken sleeveless tank top. We carry on the normal first date conversation, as we fix dinner. Where did you grow up, What were your parents like, First Kiss, First Boyfriend/Girlfriend, all while a steady flow of Jazz and Blues float in from the other room.
She is starting to feel tipsy, as we adjourn to the hearth to eat our meal, and has barely touched her most recent glass of wine. We move to the more intimate questions, between bites of food, and I can see in her eyes that she is falling in love with me. Just as we are finishing our meal Apocolyptica’s Unforgiven come through the speakers.
“That is one of the most soulful songs, I’ve ever heard,” she say standing up shakily and starting to dance slowly again.
I stand up and bow, then take her hand as we slowly move around the living room carefully avoiding the china, strewn in front of the fire place. I can feel her melt in my as my arms encompass her, she hugs herself to tightly to me, with her head settling perfectly on my shoulder. She looks into my eyes as the song ends and we stand there in a warm embrace, I see a few tears plunge to her cheek from her lower lashes.
“What’s wrong,” I ask tightening my grip slightly.
“Oh I’m sorry, it just the wine and the song, it’s just me being silly,” she says pulling away slightly.
“Don’t apologize, there’s nothing to be sorry for,” I say lightly stroking the back of her head.
“You make me feel safe and warm and, and,…..,” she mumbles before planting a deep kiss on me.
I’m not surprised, but am a little taken aback by the ferocity of her kiss. It seems to last for ever as we both break apart at the same, panting to catch our breathe. She looks at me and then we dive back in for another kiss. As we break apart this time, Nina Simone’s ‘Feelin Good’ comes on . We begin to dance again, slowly more like sex with our cloths on.
“Take me, I’m yours,do what you want,” she whispers in my ear and then nibbles the lobe.
I scoop her into my arms, letting her feel my strength, and carry her to the bedroom, as she nibbles on my ear lobe and down my neck. I lay her down on the bed, and then join her. We stroke each others face and hair as we lay in the bed kissing. Our tongues and fingers commence searching at the same time. We rub each other tenderly at first, and then her fingers fumble at the buttons on my shirt. Joan slides her hands inside the shirt and lightly rakes her nails along my sides making me tingle. I grab her wrist and pull her hand away, then slide my hands under her shirt finding her small perfectly formed breasts, and feeling her nipples come to life as I rub them lightly with my finger tips. She moans very quietly her breath tickling my ear, that she has resumed munching on. I tug her shirt over her head as she lifts her arms over her head slips out , and slides her mouth to my chest, gently kiss me all over my chiseled upper torso.
“I no idea you were so well defined,” Joan says between pecks.
“I like to stay in shape,” I respond as I fumble with her jeans.
“So toned yet sensitive,” Joan says running her hands up and down my side again watching me shudder.
I get her jeans open and slide them off, as her hands reach out to my jeans top and she starts to work my zipper. I can feel my self bulging against the zipper, knowing she’ll be pleased once she gets my pants off. She pulls my jeans off just as I find her pulsing clitoris, Joan moans as she struggles to get my jeans off. My jeans slide off as I begin work her clit in a circle, first slowly and gently then picking up speed and strength as I go along. She grabs my shaft, stroking it gently between both of her palms, as she bucks and writhes under my touch. She rubs faster and then grabs my face and pulls into a kiss, her tongue searching desperately for mine. I gently run my finger down and back to open her slit, stopping back at the clit, and working it, until I think she is ready too cum and the going back to working her labias. She slides under around so we are in a sixty-nine position, and begins to lick my head and shaft. I stick my face into her crotch and feel the goose bumps breakout on her back and buttocks as I pull myself into her, a begin to lick her lips and clitoris.
Don’t stop, Don’t stop,” she says between licks then muffles a moan by swallowing half my cock in one gulp.
I plunge two fingers into her soft pink opening. She tightens her grip on me moving up and down quickly as if she is trying to inhale the entire length. I know I’ve found her G-spot when she starts humming with me in her mouth. I roughly rub her perfect spot, while sucking and gently gnawing her clit. She pulls me out of her mouth, gives the head one last suck and then I can feel her muscles spasm around my fingers inside her.
“Yes, Yes, Oh GOD YES,” she yells out as I feel her cum all over my fingers.
She immediately spins on the bed, pulls my fingers from inside her and sticks them in her mouth. I stand up and grab her legs and pull her pussy back to my face and stick my tongue into her still convulsing vagina. She taste exquisite, she pulls my face into her with two handfuls of hair and begins to grind her hips against me. She rubs her clit while I probe her with my tongue, and feel her cum again, as I watch her nearly do a head stand on the bed, arching her back. As I pull away she sits up quickly, and kisses me again and we share her juices. She wraps her legs around my waist as we hug and kiss, and then twist some how so that we land on the bed with her on top of me.
“My turn,” she says then pinches my nipples.
I open my mouth in an O of surprise as she begins to rub her dripping pussy up and down my length, getting me back to my peak size. I feel her reach down and place me inside here and shift immediately up and the slide back down. As she slides back up she grips me, like a tight fitting glove, and then impales herself on my cock. I feel that little hit on the tip of my cock, as I hit bottom every time she slides down my entire length.
“Your hung like a horse,” Joan says arching her back and sliding faster and faster, “ You can hit that spot all night long.”
We are both starting to sweat and I close my eyes and concentrate on trying to last as long as possible. She rakes my chest with her nails, and the moves her hands to cover mine and we hold hands, as we both utter cries as we cum in unison. They pressure on my hands get stronger and her cries turns into a guttural wolf howl. I open my eyes and see a full blown werewolf astride me.
“I enjoyed this immensely human, much more pleasure than most of you kind can give me,” she says as she watches me struggle under her iron grip, “I’ve always enjoyed hunting a hunter. The smell of death and ruin hang about you, in a clouded stench. How many have you taken before me?”
“You were to be number forty-five,” I say while gasping for breath struggling to break free.
“That is an impressive number for one so young,” she say and the runs her her tongue around her snout, “Alas, but your time her has ended.”
“Wait, Wait,” I yell as I try to heave her off of me with one mighty final push and fail.
I feel the bite of her teeth as she penetrates my flesh and savagely pulls back ripping flesh and tendons with her knife like teeth. I feel the blood spurting from my wounded vessels and the last thing that passes through my mind is “Isn’t it funny how life can change in the blink of an eye?”

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Maxxim had often pondered over the very real dangers of using Internet chat rooms. He had heard stories of young people being lured into potentially dangerous liaisons after they had spent hours during many weeks chatting to guys who often turned out to be contriving perverts or worse. However, here he was a mature and sensible 30-year-old Italian who had become fixated with an English guy of similar age and interest on MSN. Maxxim had enough common sense and intelligence to recognise the dangers posed by such a friendship but he was certain in his own mind that the guy in the chat room named Dan was genuine, sincere and straightforward. There was clearly nothing sinister about him; why should there have been? Dan had actually arranged to meet up with Maxxim on a recent snowboarding trip to Italy but unfortunately Maxxim was unable to get the time off work and so missed the opportunity to meet up with this great guy.
Dan’s profile on the Internet depicted an athletic, fun loving, macho male who enjoyed travel, most sports and the social scene. He also came from an Italian background and loved Italian food, so now after several months of contact, Maxxim was eager to meet up with him and hopefully this would be the start of something meaningful and worthwhile in his life for the very first time. Travelling from his native Italy to England posed no problem to Maxxim. He had visited London on several occasions and had liked it there. There was a cosmopolitan air to the place that made him feel comfortable and relaxed. However, although he was looking forward to his latest visit, the excitement he felt was also tinged with a little trepidation of the unknown. He was putting a lot of trust into a guy he had never met before and in a foreign country at that. Nevertheless, it was something he was now determined to see through to its conclusion, whatever that may turn out to be. As before, on other occasions in his life, he was going to trust in fait and all that it had to offer him.
At the arrivals gate, passengers from Milan dashed quickly by, each frantically looking for relatives and contacts in the crowded foyer. Dan waited calmly, unruffled by the hysteria that was going on around him. He looked relaxed but his heart pounded with excitement as he peered beyond each passenger as they passed, trying to picture Maxxim as he had seen him on the Internet pictures that he had been sent. Suddenly there he was. With a nervous looking smile on his face Maxxim caught sight of Dan and as they both grabbed each other’s hand to shake they both then grabbed each other closely to give a gentle hug. Dan thought that Maxxim was even better looking than the pictures had made out. He had a fresh appearance and his cheery smile made him look exceptionally striking. As he hugged Maxxim he sensed his muscular but lithe form beneath the clothing and inhaled a rugged muskiness masked by faint but delightfully citrus cologne. Eddie will be truly thrilled with this guy, he thought to himself deviously as he looked across the foyer to see a large round, middle aged man eagerly staring in their direction. Soon the two young men departed the airport car park in Dan’s car towards Dan’s home in the country.
Dan had inherited the beautiful old house set in its own grounds, which lay on the outskirts of a very small hamlet 30 miles or so from London. Although slightly decrepit through lack of maintenance the house looked regal in the early evening sun as the car approached through the tree-lined driveway. The two men got out and as they did so the door to the house opened. A middle-aged man walked out and approached Maxxim. He stared intently before picking up his luggage and without a word carried it back to the doorway. “Oh that’s Eddie,” explained Dan to a rather startled Maxxim. “He’s from the village and tends the gardens and does odd jobs. I asked him to stop by to build a fire to welcome us. The nights are a bit chilly in England this time of the year”. Eddie placed the bags in the hallway and looked fervently towards the Italian guest. Maxxim felt a chill run down his back. Although he was comforted by Dan’s presence, the gaze that the big guy gave him was sinister and disturbing. Turning to Dan, Eddie smiled before saying goodbye for the night and as he disappeared walking down the driveway, Maxxim felt instant relief at his departure as the two young men entered the house at last.
As Dan showed Maxxim round the house, the Italian was quite surprised by the extent of neglect. It was warm enough inside however, and the living room had a large fire ablaze in the open fireplace. The smell of burning wood was pleasant enough and disguised the stench of dampness and age that seemed to emanate through the whole room. Dan explained the fact that he had only recently moved into the house and that his plans would involve a great deal of renovation. As they entered the kitchen Maxxim looked in awe at its size. It reminded him of the old Hansel and Gretel story he had heard as a youth. Oak beams protruded from a scaly white ceiling and several ancient looking hooks and chains adorned their splintered surface. The floor was slate and made the whole room feel cold and stark despite the presence of a blazing open fire set aside a giant oven that lit up one side of the room.
“Apparently years ago they used to entertain guests on a regular basis”, explained Dan. “My old aunt was a real socialite. There was several kitchen staff in those days and servants too. I’m afraid you’re going to have to make do with me as the cook tonight”. Maxxim smiled and began to feel hungry at the mention of food. It had been a long day travelling and now he really did feel ravenous. “I a little hungry yes Dan?” said Maxxim. “Maybe you ave a some pasta for sure for some food to eat for your friend Maxxim?” Dan smiled at Maxxim’s cute way with the English language. He spoke good English but the accent made him even more adorable. “Of course my friend, of course. I will make you a nice pasta meal. Here’s your room, refresh yourself and maybe take a bath if you wish”. I’ll have something ready for you within the hour”. He then left Maxxim to his room so that he could freshen up while he returned to the kitchen to cook up some food.
“Don’t feed him” came an abrupt voice as Dan entered the kitchen. Dan looked startled and turned towards the voice. It was Eddie. He had returned to the house and was now warming his hands by the roaring open fire. “But he is hungry Eddie” retorted Dan. “He has been travelling for a long time. The least I can do is make him a nice meal”. “I want him tonight” came the quick but unperturbed response from Eddie. “He looks delicious. I can smell him. I can’t wait until tomorrow. I must have him tonight.” He turned to Dan and put his hands on his shoulders. “You know I need him. I want him tonight. As soon as I saw him at the airport I knew it had to be tonight. I can’t wait; it’s been so long since the last one. You really must allow me to have him tonight Dan … you must. Please don’t feed him!” Dan smiled and turned towards the large oven and stared. After a long thoughtful pause he turned to his friend and said, “OK Eddie, I know that it must be so. I’ll leave it all up to you. You’re in charge”. Eddie’s grin now stretched across his face and his tongue nervously touched his upper lip. “You won’t regret it Dan, I promise. I will make you a superb cooked breakfast in the morning, just like before. You wait and see”. Dan smiled back at his friend. “I have no doubts about that Eddie. Although this time it’ll be a continental breakfast though surely? Italian sausage sounds just great to me … just great”.
Several stairs creaked as Eddie sneaked cautiously upstairs towards Maxxim’s room, which was soon before him. His breathing was heavy and unpredictable as he tried to control the erotic sense of emotion deep inside. He could hear Maxxim splashing about in the bath as he washed himself down. Eddie had a clear vision of the Italian in his mind and craved for the moment that the handsome young man would belong to him. As he opened the door he immediately sensed the musky smell of his prey. Maxxim’s discarded clothes lay around in an untidy heap on the carpet and on the bed. Eddie edged gently towards the clothing listening attentively to the splash noises in the adjoining room. He picked up Maxxim’s underwear that lay on the carpet. Almost gasping for breath he brought the slightly soiled garment up to his face and inhaled deeply through his nose. He closed his eyes and absorbed the masculine odours within. This was going to be some prize pig, he thought to himself, as he edged closer to the bathroom door.
Eddie had used his blowpipe and shot dart on two previous occasions. The darts were coated in a resin that stuns the recipient on entering the bloodstream. As he entered the bathroom the two men’s eyes met for what seemed an eternity. Suddenly, Maxxim leaped up from his bath in anguish at the intrusion. Eddie was riveted by the Italian’s look of horror and his pitiful attempts to cover his nakedness. He was so overcome with the scene before him that he almost forgot to blow the dart, which landed deep into the left side of Maxxim’s neck. Distraught with both fear and shock at the invasion of his privacy by such a terrifyingly sinister guy, Maxxim tried to step out of the bath to protest, not realising that he had been injected in the neck with the alien substance. Suddenly he felt dizzy and as a hot sweat flushed through his body he collapsed with a splash into the soapy water beneath him.
Grunting and gasping for breath in the shear excitement of the occasion, Eddie leaned over the bath to get a better look at his victim. He reached down into the warm soapy water and pulled out the plug. The water immediately started to drain, gurgling loudly as it gushed down the drain. He stared with a yearning as more and more of Maxxim’s body came into view. He reached down and stroked the soft wet flesh on the Italian’s smooth upper torso. The young man was very fit and lithe and Eddie was particularly pleased to see the outline of the rib cage beneath a small but muscular layer of flesh. He then felt the muscle in Maxxim’s upper arms, which were also quite fleshy but firm. By now all the water had drained from the bath and Eddie began to rinse the remaining frothy bubbles from Maxxim’s body with fresh warm water.
Maxxim’s breathing was gentle and regular as he lay there in his unconscious state. Eddie stared at him for a little longer, slowly inhaling the smell of his victim and appreciative of the delicious meals that ultimately lay before him. He desperately wanted to inspect the Italian further but instead decided to lift Maxxim out of the bath. After removing his own clothing Eddie heaved the Italian’s dead weight out of the bath and over his shoulder. As he did so he felt his cock throb and ache with delighted pleasure. To feel Maxxim’s warm, soft, damp flesh against his own as he carried his prey out of the room was so erotic. He felt thrilled to grasp the perfectly rounded arse cheeks and as he moved towards the stairwell, he found his hand stroking the smooth, muscular flesh, his fingers probing towards the moist and slightly hairy crack. He now relished the fact that this delicious example of human flesh belonged to him. This was not just going to be his third pig feast but quite undoubtedly this was going to be his finest longpig yet.
Meanwhile, Dan had been waiting patiently downstairs. He knew that Eddie liked to stalk and ultimately ‘bag’ his prey on his own. He was very excited as he heard the scenario unfold upstairs, but knew from the previous occasions that he would not be disappointed with his own share of what lay ahead. Soon the large Englishman emerged at the top of the stairs. He had a full hard on, and was carrying Maxxim over his shoulders. As he watched Eddie descend, Dan noticed his friend’s hand was clasped firmly over one of the Italian’s beautiful arse cheeks. The sight of this made him very horny and within minutes he too had stripped naked and began wanking off with gusto as Eddie entered the kitchen and dumped Maxxim’s naked body face down onto the large table that lay within.
“Now to inspect the meat”, said Eddie with relish and began feeling and massaging with both hands, the soft pale coloured flesh at the thighs and buttocks, and along the backbone up to Maxxim’s shoulders. “Truly stunning Dan. I think you’ve hit the jackpot with this guy. He is absolutely gorgeous. Well done my friend. Well done indeed”. He then parted the cheeks of Maxxim’s arse. Eddie had a particular fetish with the male arse hole and this wasn’t anything to do with him using it as an orifice for sexual relief as such. He just adored the look and smell of them. He also enjoyed eating them literally. Of his two previous victims, Eddie had taken great pleasure in devouring the sphincter meat single handed without Dan being able to get even a sniff of either. Dan guessed from Eddie’s behaviour that this latest acquisition was not going to be an exception to this rule. However he didn’t really care too much because Eddie always made him a special breakfast on the first morning after the kill. That was something he was now looking forward to. Yes indeed.
“OK Dan, lets get to work,” said Eddie as he left the kitchen through a door that lead to a utility room. Pretty soon he re-emerged pushing a giant framework made of wood. Dan assisted his friend and pretty soon the framework was through the door. The framework was almost like a vertical rack, with two pairs of fixed cuffs situated at the top and bottom. “Lets try him in it for size” said Dan as the two men manoeuvred Maxxim’s still unconscious naked body against the frame. Eddie forced each hand into a cuff and clasped them shut. Maxxim’s legs hung downward several inches short of the brackets that contained each lower cuff. “He’s a bit shorter than the last one Eddie”, sniggered Dan as Eddie began adjusting a middle section of the framework to accommodate the size of the Italian. Eddie smiled. “Certainly is, but as they say, its not the size that counts it’s the quality, and we’ve certainly got the quality”.
Pretty soon Maxxim’s ankles were each clasped and secure and Eddie began to readjust the tension so that the Italian was nicely stretched out and taut on the framework. “What do you reckon then Dan?” enquired Eddie. “I think we’re in for a real treat”, replied Dan massaging Maxxim’s rigid abdomen and feeling the contours of his rib cage. “It appears that Maxxim has looked after his body especially for us to devour. I hope he’s not too disappointed in me when he comes round”. Dan laughed and then approached the spread-eagled Italian. “ His cock looks very appetising Eddie. Are you going to cook it up for us both in the morning?” I love it when they have foreskin on”. “Of course I will Dan. However I need some help from you later when we clean him out. If that’s OK?” Dan knew that Eddie preferred him when it came to gutting their victims. Although he had only done it twice, he had become accustomed to certain techniques and knew what he was doing and besides, because Eddie was actually doing all of the killing, it was the least he could do.
Dan and Eddie only had to wait for about twenty minutes before their Italian victim came round. By then Eddie had forced a large green apple into Maxxim’s mouth to prevent any undesirable outcries. As he opened his eyes, Maxxim saw Dan and Eddie both in front of him. How had he allowed himself to fall for such a foolhardy trick? Dan had been so trusting and caring towards him over the months. OK, that other guy’s manner towards him had been disturbing but surely Dan would protect him. Alas by the look on Dan’s face now, that clearly wasn’t going to be the case, but why had they got him secured and spread-eagled in this way? He was going to find out, all too soon
“Hello there my precious longpig” said Eddie using his most sinister voice and almost drooling at the mouth as he spoke. “You are a fine specimen, aren’t you?” he questioned without expecting a response. As he spoke he ran his rough skinned palms over Maxxim’s smooth white abdomen. “Those ribs are so divine. I will look forward to gnawing away at the tender meat from them later. Oh yes my friend we are going to eat you. I think your meat will be so succulent”. He turned to Dan and grinned. “It is a good job you didn’t feed this pig earlier Dan, I think his stomach is quite empty”, continued Eddie as he patted Maxxim’s tight belly that did in fact sound quite hollow. Maxxim began to fear the worst. He had read stories on the Internet about cannibal serial killers around the world and the way these two guys were talking he was going to be the next victim of such an atrocity. He closed his eyes in despair as Dan himself began to caress his out stretched body and burrowed his nose into his hairy armpits and inhaled.
Eddie began to caress the Italians cock, stretching it gently and massaging it in long, adoring strokes. As he cupped his captive’s hairy balls he sensed them stir and in time Maxxim’s 6” cock began to grow in both girth and length. Although his predicament was horrifying, Maxxim couldn’t prevent his natural body reaction to such erotic stimulation. As Eddie disappeared behind him he sensed his buttocks being embraced. Maybe these guys were just pretending. A scary kind of role-play from which they would soon depart, thought Maxxim as his sexual arousement continued unabated. The thought of the sinister fat man devouring the flesh from his arse down to the bone actually acted to further arouse Maxxim and he knew he was on the brink of orgasm. Just then he felt Dan’s lips touch his swollen cock head. At the same time he sensed Eddie’s tongue enter his arse hole. This was too much and within seconds he jetted his man seed deep into Dan’s welcoming mouth. Simultaneously, Eddie experienced the delightful sensation of Maxxim’s anal muscles contracting repeatedly around his tongue as the Italian reached full orgasm. The same sphincter muscles, he thought to himself, that he would be devouring so greedily later in the week.
Dan swallowed the warm; almond tainted man seed before gently squeezing the shrinking cock shaft with his lips to release the final vestiges of juice from within. Eddie was licking his lips profusely having fully explored the inner reaches of the Italian’s rectum with his tongue. “Absolutely first class my friend” said Eddie as he reached towards Maxxim’s lowered head with his mouth and pecked him on his cheek. Your anus is totally mouth-watering. I could almost taste all the pasta and pizza shit you have eaten today. I am really looking forward to roasting you and eating your cute little hole. It is getting late Dan we really must get to work”. Maxxim now knew his fait. He began to whimper but the apple in his mouth restricted his protests and his shackles made his body so inflexible that his struggles hurt his wrists and ankles intensely.
Suddenly Eddie unhitched a catch on the framework that allowed him to spin the inner frame supporting the Italian through 180 degrees. Maxxim found himself upside down. The pain in his ankles was unbearable and the cuffs had fractured the skin on his lower shin allowing blood to slowly trickle down his leg. Eddie began to laugh and continued to spin the framework so that Maxxim fluctuated between being upside down and the right way up. When he finally came to rest again Maxxim was again upside down and was struggling to focus his eyes. When he finally did, he saw with horror Eddie clasping a large knife in one hand and an old fashioned tin bath in the other. He approached Maxxim and carefully placed the old tin bath beneath the Italian’s trembling head. Maxxim knew this was the end and quivered with shock at the thought of his body being eaten and digested by the fat Englishman. His flesh would add yet more excess weight to this hideous man. Dan too would gnaw at his bones and between them they would devour every ounce of meat from his finely toned body.
Eddie now leaned down towards Maxxim’s throat. As he did so Maxxim noticed the Englishman’s erect cock bulging out in front of him. He started to think about what was to become of his own cock and balls. Would these guys actually cut them off and cook them? Would he feel any pain? Was he really going to be gutted? If so, the two men would see all of his innards. The whole thing was a nightmare and surely he was about to wake up. Suddenly with a quick swoosh of his hand, Eddie cut through the neck of Maxxim and the Italian’s body began to shiver. Blood gushed from the open wound into the tin bath and Maxxim saw and heard no more. Eddie released the cuffs from the hands and they flopped downward towards the ground, the right arm in particular twitched erratically as the nerves within settled in death. Dan then approached, and taking the knife from Eddie’s hand, grabbed each lower arm and meticulously and neatly severed through the flesh just above each elbow. Then with a hacksaw he cut through the bone to remove both lower arms completely and placed them in the nearby sink to drain. Blood now oozed from the open wounds as the upper arms fell forward and dripped relentlessly into the tin bath below to join the huge amounts that had already accumulated.
Dan then grabbed the knife again. He moved his hands towards Maxxim’s still warm ball sack and encouraged them to flop forward. He felt several inches along the curved muscle that ran from Maxxim’s ass hole towards the cock root and gently cut into the flesh. In a rotary movement and grasping the cock shaft at the same time, Dan carefully cut away the ball sack and its contents and cut in deeply to remove the complete cock away from the pubic bush. He placed the entire package into a dish that Eddie offered him. “Tomorrows breakfast” he said with a wink and a grin. “Now to finish off before bed”. With this he turned to the still dripping carcass of Maxxim and completely removed the head with the hacksaw. “Such a handsome man Eddie. Seems such a waste”. “How can you talk about waste Dan? Just look at all the meat in front of you”. Dan agreed and after dumping the head into the sink, again approached the carcass. This time he carefully inserted the knife into the opening near the pubic bush and cut down through the pale coloured abdomen towards the Italian’s sternum.
Almost immediately Maxxim’s innards started to bulge through the opening that appeared in the belly. A warm pungent smell filled the air as the small intestines spilled out and unravelled across his chest. Eddie withdrew the tin bath full of blood and replaced it with another. Dan then carefully encouraged the slimy intestines to spill out further with his hands. The much thicker large intestines hung down from the opening stubbornly clinging to attachments within, whereas the small intestines continued to unravel and soon reached the tin bath. With more gentle persuasion the Italian’s stomach appeared and Dan gently manoeuvred and squeezed it through the opening. Eddie watched with delight as more multi-coloured innards spilled out as Dan now reached deep inside the cavity, and with more force began to pull out the Maxxim’s lungs, heart, liver and kidneys. Soon the cavity was virtually empty as Dan carefully cut a line deep into the flesh from the pubic bush and followed the line of the hipbone. Two meaty flaps of flesh draped backwards revealing the juicy red interior of the lower abdomen. The lower colon still hung down from its attachment to the anus but with a gentle squeeze and a simple cut, Dan severed it free, but made sure that he had left several inches of the Italian’s rectum still attached.
Dan completed his work by cutting Maxxim’s upper torso free from the rest of the hanging carcass by allowing his knife to follow the contour of the hipbone round to the backbone and finally sawing through the bone with a hacksaw. Eddie supported the upper torso of the carcass as it hung downward and carried it to the table when it broke free. He then further assisted Dan as his friend unsecured the cuffs that held Maxxim’s muscular legs up. Suddenly Eddie felt the full weight as the Italian’s hindquarters fell into his grasp and he gleefully carried the substantial load and placed it onto the table next to the other half. He would now be responsible for cutting up the two halves into useable joints. He would also salvage what he could from the Italian’s innards that lay warm and glistening in the tin bath. The stomach and intestines would be particularly essential as not only were they highly nutritious but these and other entrails would form a vital ingredient for some of their future meals.
With a final glimpse and inspection of the meat in front of him, Dan prepared to retire to bed to leave Eddie excitedly busying himself with the tasks that lay ahead. “I look forward to breakfast Eddie,” he shouted as he left the kitchen and made his weary way upstairs. It had been a long and pretty hectic day. As he approached his room he passed what had been Maxxim’s room, where the door was ajar. He entered it inquisitively having caught sight of the clothing strewn about. He could smell Maxxim’s superb cologne, and after rummaging about in his travel bag found a bottle of the satisfyingly pleasant essence. He then picked up the clothing that lay on the floor. There was no sign of Maxxim’s underwear so Dan scrunched the jeans and white t-shirt towards his face to smell the exquisite manly aroma of the Italian. Smiling to himself, he took the possessions with him and made his way into his own room, where he soon fell asleep still clutching Maxxim’s t-shirt and dreaming of the delicious breakfast that would surely awaken him.
Eddie, meanwhile, was wasting no time in the kitchen. His first task was to rinse down the Italian’s head in the sink. He liked his victims to ‘watch’ him process their bodies. He sniggered evilly to himself as he removed the apple from the mouth. Maxxim had crunched his teeth right into the fruit either through pain or shear fright and Eddie had to break it up to remove it fully, taking out the remaining remnants from inside the mouth with is finger. He placed the head onto a large plate and faced it towards the table on which the two halves of the carcass lay. He was pleased that the eyes were open, although they were staring into oblivion, as far as Eddie was concerned they were watching him at work. He then lifted the lower half of the carcass onto the slate floor, saving this for last because it was his favourite task, and then set about cutting the upper torso into two.
Firstly, he cut down the centre of the Italian’s spine with a hacksaw before sawing through the sternum at the front of the rib cage. The two circular rib cage halves fell apart, symmetrical in their make up. Eddie’s mouth watered as he divided the rib cage once more to leave four stunning racks of ribs covered generously in rich red meat. The next task was to cut away the soft but muscular and well-toned abdominal meat, which was divided into two huge portions of belly pork. The Italian had fairly hairy armpits, and although Dan didn’t mind body hair on his meat, Eddie decided that there was simply too much of it to leave as it was. Consequently, he used the end of his sharp knife to scrape off as much of the excess hair as he could before cutting away both muscular arms from their joint at the shoulder, riving frantically to break their connection. The smell of fresh meat was intense in the kitchen at this stage as Eddie stacked the succulent fair into the giant refrigerator.
With the most difficult butchering tasks out of the way Eddie could now look forward with extra relish to chopping up the Italian’s athletic looking legs and plump round arse. Eddie inspected the half carcass in front of him to decide how he was going to cut it up. Although there wasn’t much meat on the feet, Eddie was quite taken by them. They were white and smooth and not knobbly and discoloured like the two previous victims. Regardless, they could only be used for stews, he thought to himself, so he cut both the feet off just above the ankles and placed them in the kitchen sink. Eddie then cut away both knee joints to leave two good-sized meaty calf roasts; again the knees would not be wasted because they were quite fleshy and would make tasty soups and broths.
All that remained was the solid athletic thighs and the Italian’s delightful buttocks. If only the oven was big enough, thought Eddie, then he could roast the whole lot. This gave him an idea, however. For once he could share his favourite sphincter meat with his friend by roasting the buttocks on the bone instead of dividing them into two. Providing that enough of the thigh was cut away the buttocks would sit neatly in the oven. With this in mind Eddie cut the thighs into four succulent portions, making sure that he cut the upper thighs well below the arse cheeks. In this way it left the arse meat totally intact and oven ready. He turned the joint over and remembered that Dan had left the rectum still attached. Brilliant he thought, the rectum was of sufficient length to allow it to be tied off and stuffed. His mouth drooled at the thought of Dan preparing one of his delicious sausage stuffing mixes and packing the rectum till it oozed out of the anus. Eddie placed the pile of remaining meat cuts into the refrigerator, leaving pride of place at the front for the plate of cock meat that was going to be served up for Dan’s breakfast.
One of Eddie’s final tasks of the evening was to make up the black pudding from the drained blood. For this he needed to clean out the large intestines and then cut them into foot long strips. He was pleasantly surprised when he realised that the colons were quite empty. The Italian hadn’t eaten much lately that was for sure and maybe he’d emptied the bulk from his bowels before bathing. Either way it didn’t take Eddie long to rinse out what waste residues there were and was soon cutting the colon into the required length. He also took the opportunity to clean out the Italian’s stomach. Again there was very little contents as he pushed the duodenum over a tap and flushed it through thoroughly before placing it into a container full of iced water to soak. A little later he began to tie small knots at one end of each colon tube and filled them with the cooled blood mixed with a blend of herbs, before tying a knot at the other end to tightly seal in the fluid. Eddie made up six sausage-like packages and placed them in boiling water to cook through. After half an hour he removed them and laid them on a plate to cool. He was now very tired but couldn’t wait until morning so that he could start to cook some of the beautiful Italian man meat and prepare Dan and himself a very special Italian continental breakfast.

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“Dick, great to see you again” Julian greeted his younger brother.
“Hurrah! No more school ever again” he replied. “How’s your first year at Uni. been then, old chap?”
“Hard work, but it’s great to be studying something with a real expert.”
With a grin Dick added “George wrote that Uncle Quentin was disappointed that you chose to study Geology not Physics, l think he was hoping to have been able to discuss his experiments with you.”
“Talking of George, we are supposed to be meeting her and Anne on Platform 3 about now, hurry up!” added Julian.
They waited by the ticket barrier watching the passengers pass through and would have ignored the two young workmen passing through had they not recognised Timmy, George’s big mongrel dog.
“George! So sorry, I thought you were both boys until I recognised Tim there.”
“Thanks Ju!” replied George ” It’s made me feel really good that even you can mistake me for a boy now. Meet my friend Chris.”
“Hello” said Julian, politely shaking the young man’s hand.
“Hey, Anne! Over here” Dick suddenly called out seeing his and Julian’s younger sister, who was still at school for another year, handing over her ticket to the collector “I thought you were travelling with George?”
“Oh, I was but she and Chris were chatting away so intently that I moved seats to sit with another chum from our school.”
When he got the opportunity as they walked towards the station buffet he lightheartedly quizzed his cousin George (whose real name was Georgina, but she hated being called by that name) “Don’t tell me Chris is your boyfriend?”
“Chris” George replied “is a girl too!”
As they sat in the buffet eating ham sandwiches and drinking orange juice they discussed their plans for the summer. George explained that Chris was going to another demonstration against nuclear weapons, after they had been together for a protest march at Easter and suggested the others join her camping there.
“No!” the others protested in unison.
“This will probably by the last hols we can all be together” explained Julian “Let’s have one last adventure together like we used to.”
“Does it really have to be an adventure?” complained Anne “Thinking back now some of the scrapes we got into were really quite dangerous, and we were lucky never to have got hurt.”
“I agree with Anne” added George, then looking at Chris she said “We should be more grown up now and consider the future of this planet. If we do nothing it will all be destroyed by the next war if we stand back and let these nuclear weapons proliferate.”
“Shouldn’t you start by persuading you father to stop HIS experiments then” countered Dick.
“He’s been working on the designs for a power station not weapons!” replied George fiercely, but then she added “Though I wish he wouldn’t do that, the waste the power stations will produce will be dangerous for thousands of years. All they are proposing to do with it is to store it in some disused tunnels near Midsomer-on-Sea, sealing the entrances when they finish. But what if there is an earthquake or something in thousands of years time, it could poison a large part of southern England.”
“I’ve got a splendid idea!” said Julian “Why don’t we go camping at Midsomer-on-Sea and check out the tunnels, I remember being told about some ancient underground stone quarries there which go back to Roman times, I wonder if those would be the tunnels?”
Chris, who had sat in silence until then, contemptuously sneered “And what do you think you know about tunnels and earthquakes? You just want to play about at the seaside.”
“I am studying the Geology at Cambridge and I believe Professor Hebdon-Lloyd there would be interested to discuss my views if I could inspect the rock formations there.”
After glaring furiously at Julian for a couple of seconds Chris turned to George, who embraced her then, tenderly fondling Chris’s hair, gave her a long kiss on the lips. “Write to my home address at Kirrin, I’m sure we can meet up again in a couple of weeks, I would like you with me when we find out if we’ve passed our A-levels.”
“Alright, but I’m sure you will pass” Chris said turning away sulkily.
“We can spend the rest of the summer together after that” George shouted after her “I love you!”
Chris didn’t look back, George got to her feet to go after her but was persuaded to sit down again by the others.
It was a long walk from the nearest station to Midsomer-on-Sea, the branch line to that village having closed the previous winter. “We always used to bring the bicycles with us, although I admit we would still have to walk up some of these steep hills” complained Dick.
“Yes” said Julian, “It’s a shame we couldn’t bring them because Timmy can’t run very fast now, in fact I think even this walking pace is tiring him.”
Hearing his name the old dog looked up and gently wagged his tail.
Julian studied the map then pointed across the little valley “The quarries and tunnels are in that hill over there, they used to mine a soft white limestone which was very easy for the expert stonemasons to carve into intricate shapes, but I don’t know if it is best kind of rock to protect something as dangerous as waste from a nuclear power station.”
“Shall we camp by that dear little stream running down to the beach?” enquired Anne.
“No” replied Julian, “there are cows in the far corner of that field and some of the others have sheep in them, so the farmer who owns them is unlikely to want us camping there, especially as we have Timmy with us.” There appears to be open scrubland above the cliffs so we could probably find a sheltered hollow to set up the tents in, out of sight of everyone.
They were up early the next morning, it was a bright sunny day and the four teenagers went for a swim in the sea before going to the little shop facing the beach and buying a crusty loaf of bread, some sliced ham, apples, a pint of milk and several large bottles of ginger beer.
They breakfasted back at their camp looking out over the sea before setting off inland to look for the tunnels. After asking a rather taciturn farmer, who was repairing a roadside fence, for directions they found the disused quarry. The windows in the derelict office and weighbridge were all broken and the doors ajar but, to their great disappointment, the entrance to the underground part of the workings was blocked by a heavy steel door secured by a large padlock. A dirty faded sign read “Danger Keep Out.”
“Blow” said Julian, “I had hoped that as the ground is supposedly so stable here no one would have thought it necessary to close off the tunnels.”
“Surely as some of these tunnels are over a thousand years old there must be more than one entrance” suggested George.
“Yes” replied Dick “perhaps if we explore the woods along this side of the valley Timmy will find another way in.”
“Yes, that’s a good idea” said Julian “it would be fun too, but perhaps we should ask in the village first. It might save us a lot of time.”
Most of the people in the main street of the village seemed to be visitors, but a couple of fishermen were sat on a bench in front of the Dolphin Inn.
The two fishermen insisted Julian buy them drinks if they wished to join them. Julian came back out of the inn carrying two pints of beer for the fishermen, half pints for Dick and George and ginger beers for himself and Anne.
They soon learned from the older of the two men that there were three other entrances to the caves, all as securely gated as the main one, while the younger man chatted to Anne about his prowess at swimming and diving in the sea. Disappointed at such discouraging news they ambled back to the beach after they had finished their drinks. Sitting on the pebbles George asked Julian why he hadn’t had beer like everyone else, apart from Anne who was too young.
“I’ve seen how drink can affect people at some of the parties at Uni.” Julian replied “and drugs. In fact I did have some beer and wine at one party I went to with my friend Colin, indeed we must both have got slightly drunk for I was very nearly indiscreet with him in public. And then the next day I had an absolutely terrible headache!” Looking at George smiling at him he continued “So no more alcohol for me.”
“I often have a drink with Chris” added George “some people do give us strange looks when she gets a bit
carried away, I do wonder if they think we’re boys or girls.”
“Yes, but at least as you are really girls you’re not risking getting arrested” replied Julian.
“What are you on about Ju, why would anyone want to arrest you?” asked Anne.
“Oh, nothing” replied Julian. “Hello, here comes your fisherman friend, Anne.”
The younger of the fishermen they had chatted with at the inn came up and sat next to Anne. He then leaned across in front of her and spoke to Julian “I heard you asking about ways into the quarry caves. I do know of another way in, I used to play there and it wasn’t blocked off then, though that was a couple of years ago, and it is quite a squeeze to get in.”
“Can you show us?” replied Julian enthusiastically.
“Yes, I could take you there right now, but I don’t want to hang about for too long as we were out on the boat all night and I ought to get some sleep soon.”
“That would be great, if you can show us the entrance now we can go back to our camp afterwards for lunch and to get our torches.”
Instead of going up the wooded valley to the old quarry buildings the fisherman, who introduced himself as Terry, led them up the hill behind their camp. As they walked Julian asked if he had heard any talk of the caves being used for anything in the future. Terry said he hadn’t heard anything, though some men who lived in the large house further up the valley might now own the caves as they had recently replaced all the padlocks and chains on the gates and seemed to have been into the caves recently.
It was hot work climbing the hill Timmy was panting and looked miserable with his tail down. About three quarters of the way up Terry turned back to speak to them, he stared at the way Anne’s white shirt clung to the perspiration on her slender body. He pointed to a scrubby tree in the middle of a gorse thicket on the hillside not far above their well hidden camp. “The entrance is by the base of that tree, it looks more like a badger’s hole than a cave.”
“Thank you so much for your help” said Julian “Do you really have to go back now?”
“Yes” Terry replied, then, turning to Anne “Do call on me and let me know how you get on, I live in the little flint cottage called “Mewstone” just up from the shop.”
Once Terry disappeared from sight, after a final wave, the five headed down to their tents to eat lunch and get their torches. Timmy emptied his water bowl twice he was so thirsty.
The gorse and brambles were to prove even more of an obstacle than they expected. They all got scratched arms and after holding one branch aside for Timmy George accidentally let it spring back into Julian’s face making it bleed. Anne’s thin cotton shirt was torn in a couple of places and Dick suggested taking her back to the tent to change it.
“I don’t really want to struggle back again now we’ve got this far” Anne replied “Anyway it’s not as if anyone is likely to see us, is it!”
As Terry had said the hole was just like a badger’s hole and it was quite a squeeze, but about ten foot down the sloping tunnel opened out into a somewhat larger chamber.
As they looked at each other by the lights of their torches Dick said “We all look quite a state! Poor Anne, you should have worn jeans like the rest of us instead of those cotton shorts – look at the grazes on your legs.”
Julian was studying the creamy white rock walls of the cave by torchlight and scraped at it with his penknife “This rock really is quite soft, I read that once pieces are cut out and exposed to the air it becomes a lot lot harder.”
They didn’t have to go far before they had to choose one of several tunnels to explore, and after only about ten minutes of exploring Julian commented “I’m glad we’ve got Timmy with us, we can always rely on him to show us the way out. Do make sure we all stay together, you could get really lost down here.
The caves were far more interesting than they had expected. Some of the chambers dug out by quarrymen centuries ago gave the impression of being in a church, with their supporting pillars and high curved arches. In other places they encountered long straight square cut passages.
Anne suddenly exclaimed “My torch is getting dimmer!”
Julian looked at his watch and exclaimed “Goodness, it’s nearly seven o’clock! We’ve been down here more than three hours, we’d better use our torches in turn, the batteries may not last much longer. Show us the way back Timmy.”
“Timmy!” screamed George “Where’s Timmy? He was with me just back there when Ju was showing us the pick marks from the ancient quarry men.”
“He did look tired, I saw him lying down for a rest earlier on” said Anne.
“TIMMY! TIMMY!” all four shouted as loud as they could, their shouts echoing around the tunnels. The third time they shouted Timmy ambled shamefully into sight and licked George’s hand as if to say “Sorry, I just stopped for a nap!”
With relief George stroked his head and said “Home Timmy!”
Timmy woofed and wagged his tail, glad it was time to leave this dark dismal underground world and return to the sunshine above.
“Wait a minute!” Julian exclaimed, shining his torch into a side chamber. “There are some boxes and things in there!”
“Let me see” said George “Yes, and a coil of rope, some lanterns and some tools. Do you think they were left behind by the old quarrymen?”
“No” said Julian “They look quite new. I wonder who has been hiding things down here?”
“I bet thy didn’t expect anyone to find them down here, behind those locked steel gates. Do you think smugglers have been using these caves?” asked Anne.
“They are very solid wooden boxes, with ‘Handle With Care’ stencilled on them pointed out Dick.
“Let’s open them!” said George “They may contain something valuable, something the police might be interested in.”
With difficulty Julian levered open the top of one of the boxes with his knife. Inside was a lot of corrugated cardboard packaging protecting various shiny silver metal tubes and discs, some with small copper contacts on the ends.
“What is it?” asked Anne.
“I’ve got no idea” replied Julian, “They almost look like one of Uncle Quentin’s experiments! Wait, there are some papers down this side, let’s see if they give us a clue. This looks a bit queer, there are some pretty complicated drawings but someone has written over them in Greek, no not Greek, I think it is Russian.”
George, peering over Julian’s shoulder suddenly exclaimed “The drawings are labelled AWRE and Aldermaston! That’s where Chris and I went on the demonstration march against nuclear weapons and the H Bomb.
At that moment a bright torch was shone at them and a gruff voice shouted “Here they are! I said I heard shouting. It’s a good job we found them, the stupid kids are poking their noses into the stuff.”
“How on earth did they get in here?” said another man’s voice.
“Don’t tell them” whispered Julian, aware that the hole amongst the gorse on the hillside was their only chance of escape!
“It doesn’t matter, we’ll tie them up until we can find somewhere secure to keep them until we’ve finished here.”
Shielding his eyes as he looked into the glare of their bright torches Julian said “You can’t do that, someone will soon be looking for us.”
Laughing one of the men replied “So what? They’ll never find you here.”
“If you don’t let us go I’ll set my dog on you!” shouted George, and Timmy gave a low growl.
“Shoot the dog” said the first man in a calm but cold voice.
“NO!” screamed George and threw herself in front of Timmy as the crack of a pistol echoed deafeningly round the caves.
Her pitiful wordless cry rose above the dying echoes from the shot,then she sobbed “No! Timmy…” her cousins stared in horror at a small red spot on the back of her shirt just above her waist as she slid to the floor while Timmy whined weakly, twitched for about five seconds then lay still. With a sob George rolled onto her back to reveal a bloody stain spreading across the lower front of her t-shirt from the wound where the bullet from the powerful handgun had exited her belly before hitting the dog.
Ignoring the gunman’s command to stay where they were Julian ran across to George and held her as she shuddered with silent sobs. The other man stepped forward and struck the back of Julian’s head with the handle of the heavy revolver he was carrying, knocking him senseless across George’s weakly struggling body.
While the man with the gruff voice covered Anne and Dick with his revolver the other man pulled Julian’s limp arms up behind his back and bound them tightly before rolling him off George onto his back onto the floor, his fair hair now wet with blood.
He then roughly rolled George face down ignoring her moans of pain. As she attempted to stem the flow of blood from her belly with her hands he viciously pulled them away and pulled her arms up behind her back, lifting her torso off the ground as she uttered an agonised scream.
While he bound her lower arms together so tightly that the rope cut into her arms he turned to the first man saying “You were only supposed to shoot the dog, not this stupid boy!” before letting her drop back to the floor saying “Stop that whining or I’ll put another bullet in you!”
Next he bound Dick in a similar manner, but less roughly, before turning his attention to Anne. As he held her by her wrists the man with the gruff voice walked across to join him, staring at the glimpses of Anne’s pale flesh through the rents in her tattered shirt. He touched her chest with surprising tenderness, feeling the outline of her brassiere before moving behind her. Anne froze with terror, expecting her arms too to be tied behind her.
Instead she felt him lifting the hem of her flimsy shirt, pulling it up her back to uncover the hook and eye closure of her brassiere. Instead of undoing it he just grasped the band either side and with a jerk tore it apart.
“No! Please don’t hurt me!” Anne whimpered, trembling with fright “I’m only seventeen … please …”
He suddenly spun her round to face him and stared into her eyes, his mouth set in a lascivious grin. He inserted his left hand through the largest of the tears in her shirt, placed it flat against her belly then slid it up, beneath her now loose bra to feel her breasts and small nipples. He moved his right hand behind her back to grasp her tight to him. Anne started to sob with shame as she felt her nipples harden beneath his touch.
The other man suddenly interrupted him “I would be happier if we moved them to the old priest’s hiding hole. There we could imprison them more securely in case one of the brats manage to wriggle out of their bonds while we decide what to do with them now.”
The first man gruffly replied “I said we just need to keep them out of the way until we finish here. Vladimir should be collecting the rest of the stuff at the end of next week.”
“We can’t let them go free now you’ve shot one of them, the police wouldn’t rest till they found us. The way he’s bleeding he may well be dead in a few hours, then it will be murder and you could hang for it!”
Without replying the gruff voiced man left Anne to grab Julian’s ankles and dragged his limp body away unceremoniously, face down so his nose and cheekbones were grazed by the stony floor. While he was gone the second man turned to Anne and gently tied her wrists behind her back before turning her to face him. “You’re a pretty one, is one of these bastards your boyfriend?”
Anne shook her head silently, tears welling up in her eyes.
“I’m Simon, Simon Brown and my friend, who seems to fancy you, is Dave Daniels” He could see Anne’s eyes open wider as she started to shake uncontrollably “Yes, I can see you’ve realised we can never release you now you know our names!” he then stepped back from her and laughed uncontrollably.
When Dave returned he looked at Simon, puzzled “What have you done to her?”
“I haven’t touched you, have I sweetie?” Anne shook her head then looked at Dave with wide terrified eyes but saw no compassion there. ” Why don’t you run, try to escape – you’ve got nothing to lose have you!” continued Simon.
As Anne looked from one man to the other Dave asked “What have you been saying to her?”
“Only introducing ourselves to her. But the rude little bitch won’t tell me her name!”
“Prat” replied Dave before turning to George lying on the floor who, despite her pain, realised that escape from these two thugs was now a matter of life or death.
George too was dragged away into the darkness by her ankles, trying to twist onto her side to ease the pain from her stretched belly wound dragging on the floor as her t-shirt rose up her body.
Dick stared at the bloody streaks left behind on the floor after George had disappeared from sight.
Suddenly he started to run, as he fled Simon turned off his torch. The darkness was so complete that Dick was totally disorientated within seconds but did not dare stop and soon ran straight into a solid mass of stone crushing his nose. He fumbled at the rock trying to decide if it was a rock pillar or tunnel wall. He could feel warm blood running down over his mouth, but hearing slow, steady footsteps closing on him felt he had no option but to run again. Within seconds his left shoulder struck rock so he turned sharply to the right only to dash his forehead against a stone arch.
Suddenly he was dazzled by the bright light of his pursuer’s torch and two shots rang out in rapid succession.
Left alone in the pitch black Anne sank slowly to the floor, her shaking legs no longer able to bear her weight. She saw the distant flashes of light and heard shots ringing out. With the echoes of the caves she had no idea how many shots there had been, but stared with cold dread as Simon returned dragging something heavy behind him, out of the light of his torch.
Simon slowly and deliberately pulled Dick’s broken lifeless body into Anne’s view by one ankle. He rolled it onto its back so she could see the two large bloodstains soaking across his t-shirt from his still chest.
“Clever girl, I really am glad you are still there. You could so easily have ended up like your friend here!”
“He was my brother” she cried.
Simon placed his torch on the floor pointing towards her then pulled her back up onto her feet and caught hold of one of the holes torn in her white shirt and ripped the thin material apart to expose the loose left cup of her pale pink brassiere. As he eased it up to expose her breast and nipple Anne started sobbing uncontrollably, making her chest heave. Excited by this he ripped the whole front of her shirt open and pushed it back over her shoulders so that its tattered remains slid down her slender arms to her bound wrists.
He then stepped back to admire her pale torso as she hunched her shoulders forward and shook in a futile attempt to drop her brassiere back down over her exposed breast.
At that moment Dave returned. He stared at Anne, who closed her eyes tightly in shame. “Very nice!” he exclaimed.
He stepped between Simon and Anne then placing the palm of his left hand flat on her sternum grasped the bridge between the cups of her brassiere with the other and pulled hard so that the thin straps cut painfully into her shoulders until they snapped. Laughing he cast the ruined bra aside and gently ran his fingers over Anne’s pert breasts until her nipples hardened. He then turned to Simon grinning “That kid I shot, she’s a girl too!”
“Your joking” Simon replied.
“By the time I’d dragged her to the priest’s hiding hole her t-shirt had ridden up and it looked a bit queer so I ripped it open, then I could see she’s wearing a very tight ‘Bikini’ swim suit top under it. The bitch must be some kind of dyke, I reckon!” Turning back to Anne he asked “Is she your girlfriend?”
Keeping her eyes tight shut Anne shook her head slightly.
Dave slapped her hard across the face with his right hand “Speak to me bitch!” he commanded.
Anne didn’t reply but stepped back against the cave wall and started sagging to the ground again. Dave grabbed her hair with his left hand to stop her falling further, clenched his right fist and punched her hard in her soft white belly.
Anne screamed.
“That’s better. Now what’s your name?” he yelled.
“No …” muttered Anne uncomprehendingly.
He lifted her up against the wall by her hair, grasped the waistband of her pink cotton shorts in his right hand and ripped them away from her body in a single movement. As he stared at her dainty patterned knickers she started kicking him in the shins with her shoes. Furious, he grabbed her by the neck and threw her across the room.
As she sprawled across the floor in a cloud of dust Simon called out “Don’t break her until I’ve had a go …”
“Piss off to the priest’s cave and play with the dyke if you want to!” Dave retorted then, in defiance, kicked Anne in the ribs before rolling her onto her back with his boot.
“Animal!” muttered Simon as he disappeared down the tunnel.
Grabbing Anne’s legs Dave dragged her towards him then pulled off her shoes and socks. Leaning right over her he looked down into her eyes which were no longer defiant, perhaps already resigned to her fate, then reached down and slid her panties down her slender unresisting legs so that she was stark naked before him.
Her eyes followed him as he stood up and slowly undressed, carefully folding his clothes, and putting them into a neat pile until he too was naked. But as he walked back over to her she shut her eyes tight again.
She felt him untie her wrists and pull away the tattered remnants of her shirt, then move his hands to her slim ankles and spread her legs wide. She felt his warm breath on her cold belly, then moving up over her chest. She felt the weight of his muscular chest bear down on her soft breasts. She felt his hands moving up the inside of her thighs as he breathed the smell of stale tobacco onto her face.
Then came the sharp tearing pain as he penetrated her dry, tight vagina.
She SCREAMED! She screamed and writhed every second of the long, uncountable minutes that he raped her. The more she struggled the more vigorously he thrust into her, yet when she tried to lie still he clawed at her ribcage to make her arch her body up against him. When she tried not to scream he dug his rough fingernails deep into her breasts around her nipples and pulled upwards stretching them until they ripped clear. She tried to blot out what was happening to her by remembering happy times in the past, she remembered Timmy, but then she remembered Timmy was lying dead next to her. Then he dug in his fingernails again and raked them down the side of her torso and again she screamed and twisted …
Anne didn’t actually notice the exact moment Dave finished with her because the pain continued … She opened her eyes slightly and could see him getting dressed, yet the pain was still there. She tried to bring her thighs together but the first slight movement led to a stabbing pain in her groin.
Dave lit a cigarette and looked down at the girl’s pale, slightly blood streaked, body spreadeagled motionless on the floor. In the past he had made love to several girls who had claimed to be virgins but none had been as tight to enter as this one, indeed at first he wondered if was going to be impossible to force his swollen member into her. Staring between her legs he had certainly never seen a girl bleed like this before, a few spots of blood maybe but even now a thin thread of blood trickled out of her to add to the dark stain on the floor. Yet despite all that she kept her legs spread invitingly and stared at him. “Slut!” he spat at her then grabbing her right ankle he dragged her down the tunnel.
As her right leg straightened and her left leg buckled at the knee, moving her thigh outwards, it felt as if a knife was starting to cutting her in two up from her crotch then … nothing. Her mind and body could take no more pain and she lost consciousness.
George had been shocked when the man called Dave had rolled her onto her back then stared strangely at her exposed midriff. He paused as more gunshots echoed round the caves.. As the echoes died away he roughly ripped open the front of her blood soaked t-shirt. He bent down and squeezed her breasts through the tight swimsuit top she wore to try to flatten her chest. Then with a look of disgust he wiped the blood off his hands onto her jeans and left, closing some sort of heavy stone door across the small entrance. George determined that if she ever got free she would kill this terrible man who had killed Timmy and so degraded her.
Despite the pain burning through her abdomen George looked around the chamber he had left her in. Julian lay motionless prone on the floor. A hurricane lamp hung from a rusty iron hook set in the vaulted roof of the cave, several wooden benches with elaborately carved legs had been pushed against one wall and on the wall nearest the door was a large crucifix in front of which was a large rectangular block of stone with carvings on its sides. The whole room rather reminded George of the interior of a church. Just as she remembered that Simon had referred to a priest’s hiding place an unearthly scream echoed round the caves. Shortly afterwards the door was slid open again and the other man, Simon, entered the chamber.
“What was that scream?” she asked “Was it Anne or Dick? Please tell me it wasn’t.”
“I’m afraid Dave gets a bit rough sometimes” apologised Simon. He paused uncertainly before adding “The other boy’s dead.”
George lay back and closed her eyes, praying that this was a nightmare from which she would soon wake up. She felt her boots and socks pulled off, then her belt unbuckled and her jeans unfastened and pulled off. Weak from pain she just let her body be manhandled, hoping the ordeal might soon be over.
Simon had found a penknife in the pocket of her jeans and used it first to cut away her swimsuit top, then to cut away the bonds from her lower arms which he had tied so tight that the knots could not be undone. He pulled away the few remaining blood soaked remnants of her t-shirt then admired her tanned trim, slightly muscular, body glistening with blood and sweat. He pulled over one of the benches and lifted her compliant legs up over it and dragged her towards him until he could rest her buttocks on it.
George felt him grasp her calves and spread her legs. She wasn’t EXACTLY a virgin, but a real live male penis was the one thing that hadn’t been inserted into her since she’d met Chris. The very idea made her feel sick and she tried to concentrate on the waves of pain which swept up her torso from the gunshot wound through her belly each time he moved her even slightly.
Simon was surprised how easily his barely erect penis entered her. Grasping her buttocks as he knelt between her legs he thrust in and out of her as unearthly screams from further down the tunnel echoed around them. George, whom he had begun to think was unconscious, raised her head and looked at him with tears in her eyes, her lips moved but the screams drowned out anything she might be saying.
Eventually the screams became weaker and more pathetic, then stopped altogether. He tried thrusting even more vigorously but soon accepted he wasn’t going to come to an orgasm with this unresponsive unfeminine girl. In frustration he slapped her hard across her small breasts with the palm of his right hand. As he pulled out of her he asked “Did you love her?”
George replied flatly “She was my cousin.”
“I’m sorry” he replied.
After refastening his trousers he pulled his revolver back out and walked round the end of the bench saying “I shouldn’t have put you through that …” then he bent down pressing the barrel of the revolver against her temple.
At that moment Dave entered the chamber dragging Anne’s limp defiled body through the dust.
“What the Hell are you doing?” he thundered, just as Simon was about to pull the trigger.
“We agreed we can never let them go, so we might as well put them out of their misery.”
“You leave her alone. I can have quite a bit of fun with her yet” replied Dave with a grin.
“Its getting late now and we’ve got another meeting with Captain Jefferson first thing in the morning.” Simon reminded him.
“Well, we can have more fun after that then” said Dave looking at George’s body, still lying on her back stretched over the bench with her legs spread alluringly.
George fervently hoped they wouldn’t notice that Julian was starting to regain consciousness.
Simon shrugged his shoulders muttering “I doubt if she’ll last that long” as both men turned and left, sliding the slab of stone back across the entrance of their prison. There followed some knocking sounds as though metal bolts or wedges were being hammered into place. To George’s slight relief they had left the lamp hanging from the ceiling alight.
Julian’s head hurt. He also realised his face was grazed and his arms tied behind his back. Twisting round he was shocked to see a young girl’s naked body lying face down nearby. As he stared at what looked like red claw marks on the pale skin he realised with horror that it was his little sister Anne. In the dim light it was difficult to tell whether she was alive or dead.
Startled by a noise behind him he turned his head. He immediately recognised George’s short curly hair and tanned face as she dragged herself towards him but gasped with horror as he realised that, as well as being stark naked, blood was trickling out between the fingers of her right hand with which she was grasping the wound in her belly.
He started to ask George if she was alright but stopped, as she quite obviously wasn’t. He then looked back at Anne who had started crying and curled herself into a ball. “Anne! What have they done to you?”
“I’m cold” she whispered.
“I thought she was dead!” sobbed George.
“What happened, Anne?” Julian asked again.
“Nothing. It’s cold in here” she replied, shivering slightly.
Julian looked back at George who, with tears in her eyes, shook her head as she untied his wrists. Julian took off his t-shirt and gently put it onto Anne. As he stretched it down to cover her buttocks he glimpsed the bloodstains down the inside of her thighs. He felt sick. Ashamed that he could no longer bear to look at his little sister he stood up and walked across to the low entrance way and pushed and clawed at the stone blocking it.
“I think it’s secured from the other side” said George.
“Where’s Dick?” he suddenly asked.
George looked away from him, turning instead towards Anne, but Anne continued to just stare at the floor on silence.
“Dick’s dead” George said quietly.
Julian opened his mouth to ask how, but changed his mind and looked around their prison. In some ways it looked like a small chapel with the stone crucifix fixed to the end wall, the carved benches and a block of stone which might have been an altar. Yet there were also iron rings set at the base of the walls in several places which, together with the stone sealing the entrance secured from outside, suggested this wasn’t the first time the chamber had been used as a prison.
Not expecting a reply Julian asked “What is this place?”
“They referred to it as a priest’s hiding place” replied George who had started crawling across the floor towards him.
Julian sat alongside George and cradled her shoulders as she rolled onto her side then helped her to sit up leaning against him.
“I feel weak. And a bit thirsty.” George said hoarsely.
Julian looked round the chamber but the dim flickering light from the oil lamp didn’t reveal any water, not even any damp areas on the walls of the dry dusty floor. He held George tight to him, momentarily uneasy as her cold skin touched his slim bare chest. She shuddered and gasped uncomfortably and he held her arm. Despite his shock and pity he admired the rippling of her straining muscles as another spasm of pain shot through her body.
Julian realised that his jeans and pants were damp and when he looked down he was dismayed to see they were red from the blood still trickling from ragged hole torn in George’s belly as the bullet left her body. He wondered how much blood a person could lose and still live.
Concerned that any movement just added to her agony Julian started to release his grip on her to lie her on the floor.
“No!” George pleaded “Don’t leave me. Hold me tighter!”
As Julian pulled her back towards him George, wincing with pain as she twisted her body, wrapped her arms round him too.
“You feel nice …” George unexpectedly said “you feel …” her body arched back as the whole of her abdomen exploded in pain. When she coughed a few seconds later bitter watery blood filled her mouth and trickled down her chin to drip onto her small firm breasts.
Julian stared as nearly all her muscles tensed in pain, with a cold fear that any moment now he would lose her forever yet guiltily thinking he had never seen anything so beautiful.
As her body relaxed George struggled to continue speaking “You feel so smooth, your touch is so gentle.” She paused to clear her throat of more bloody bile “Nicer than Chris even … I could forget that you’re a boy.”
Julian was shocked to find he was getting an erection when he should be feeling sorrow and pity. His right hand moved to his waist, intending to hold his cock down from making a bulge in the front of his jeans. But as he moved his hand down her fingers touched his, and together they started undoing his belt.
Julian opened his mouth to tell her to stop but found himself saying “I love you, I love your body, I never realised you were so …” he couldn’t find the word he so desperately needed, ‘masculine’ didn’t seem quite right.
“Make love to me!” George gasped, spitting droplets of blood “Quick …”
“No!” Julian protested as her hands weakly tried to push his jeans down ‘It will hurt you. ..”
“Yes! I need hurt … I need you in me …”
Anne stared in horror as, while George screamed, Julian rolled on top of her contorted blood soaked body, with his jeans around his ankles, and vigorously thrust his pelvis against hers. He stifled her already weakening screams by pressing his lips over hers and forcing his tongue into her blood and vomit filled mouth. Yet George was holding him to her to make sure he didn’t pull away.
By the time Anne turned her head away in disgust George had thrown her arms aside but her limbs were still weakly twitching on the blood soaked floor beneath Julian’s still frantically heaving pale slim body. Soon afterwards there was silence, then she heard Julian sobbing quietly.
Anne closed her eyes tight, her head spinning. She didn’t think she could sleep, yet a while later she realised that she was in total darkness, the lamp having finally gone out.
Anne was awoken much later by the grating sound of the stone being slid aside from the doorway, moments later she was dazzled by a bright torch being shone at her. Then she heard a gruff voice laughing.
“Someone’s been enjoying themselves then!” guffawed Dave, seeing Julian lying shivering almost naked on the floor with his jeans and pants still wrapped around one ankle.
“Which one have you been screwing then?” he persisted, looking first at Anne huddled beneath Julian’s t-shirt, then at George’s bloodstained carcass on its back, legs and arms spread awkwardly and eyes unnaturally wide and still.
From the amount of dried blood on the boy’s face and torso the answer was obvious and, as he put out down a small coil of thin rope and replaced the hurricane lamp on the hook with the lit one he had been carrying in the same, hand, Dave continued with mock anger “Looks like you broke her before I got my go with her. I was looking forward to that all night!”
This was too much for Julian who sprang to his feet and faced his tormentor, who was actually a couple of inches shorter than him. Ignoring the revolver the man pulled out from under his jacket he sprang forward to grab his throat with both hands. As the gun crashed Anne saw a crimson spray of blood spurt from just below Julian’s left shoulder blade and stared at the white splinter of rib sticking up in the ragged hole in his back before blood welled up turning it red. Even as blood poured from his mouth and nose Julian maintained his grip on the man’s throat. Dave dropped the torch from his left hand while his second shot was less well aimed as his right hand dropped. The bullet entered Julian’s lower belly to strike his pelvis, making his buttocks jerk back and his legs buckle so that his naked torso slumped against Dave while he still desperately maintained his grip on his neck. But in fact the first bullet had done its job and moments later a small trickle of deep yellow urine splashed on the ground between his bowed legs before the boy’s slender body collapsed to the floor like a puppet that had had its strings cut.
Anne screamed.
Dave coughed and spluttered, then looked down in disgust at the bloodstains down the front of his grey suit and at the damp urine splashes down his trousers. He angrily kicked Julian’s still bleeding but lifeless corpse several times before his colleague Simon appeared, out of breath after he had run to investigate the two gunshots which echoed round the caves. He looked questioningly at Julian and George’s motionless bloodstained bodies.
“The boy tried to strangle me” Dave spluttered.
“What about the dyke?”
“She’s been long dead” replied Dave.
“So you never got to screw her then?” Simon laughed.
Glaring back at Simon he replied “I don’t care, the other girl’s the pretty one anyway. I need to go and get changed now thanks to this little shit!” giving Julian’s crumpled corpse yet another kick.
As Dave bent to leave through the low doorway he turned back and ordered “Take care of that little one, she’s one hot little bitch. I’m looking forward to a lot more fun with her, oh and make sure you leave her some water to drink.”
Once Dave had left Simon walked over to Anne, stepped behind her and, inserting his arms beneath her armpits lifted her to her feet. She showed no intention of standing unaided so he dragged her across the chamber to sit on the edge of the monolithic stone altar.
Anne just sat there, eyes closed, the smooth cold stone chilling her bare buttocks, awaiting her fate.
She felt him gently lift the hem of the loose t-shirt up over her breasts, then felt her arms lifted as he pulled it over her head then lifted it free of her arms.
She held her breath.
She didn’t recall hearing the stone being slid back across the entrance.
She hadn’t seen him holding a gun this time, but then he was most likely carrying it in a concealed holster.
Should she make a run for it?
She remembered Dick’s fate, she too would be lost in the dark without a torch. Was that preferable to whatever else might be in store for her?
Simon pushed her firmly back to lie down on top of the big stone block, she crossed her arms to cover her breasts and pressed her knees tight together.
He snarled menacingly “Don’t move” then picked up the rope Dave had dropped. He grabbed Anne’s wrists and pulled her arms from her chest and pulled them above her head. However he was frustrated that there was nowhere on the solid block of stone to secure ropes to bind her wrists, the low relief carvings on the side offering no point of attachment. He looked around the chamber, there were a few iron rings set low on the walls so he bound her right wrist and led the rope across to the nearest ring. He pulled the rope, dragging her arm off the edge of the altar, but before securing it he realised there would not be enough of the rope to similarly secure her other arm. So instead he had to be satisfied with just lifting Anne’s arms above her head and binding her wrists together.
He then moved to stand between her legs which were still dangling off the end of the stone. He tenderly stroked the inside of her thighs then moved his hands up towards her crotch. Anne started crying “No! Please no! He hurt me there.”
The moment Simon touched just the lips of her labia Anne shrieked and arched her body before trying to roll on her side. “It’s all right, I won’t touch you there again” he reassured her, moving instead to stand alongside her. He pushed her flat onto her back again and stroked her breasts, then moved his hands down to her belly which she drew in as he moved his fingertips across it.
He wanted to put her out of her misery. To put the gun against her head,or into her mouth and press the trigger. He moved both hands up to her neck and encircled it with his fingers. He squeezed it gently, she didn’t struggle. He felt an urge to squeeze it tighter, to feel her struggle for air, to twist and writhe as she realised she was dying at his hands. But he knew from experience that the neck of a strangling victim would look purple and bruised and that Dave would almost certainly take revenge on him if he disobeyed his instructions.
Frustrated he released his grip and instead turned and left the chamber. Hearing the stone being slid back into place this time Anne just curled up on the top of the stone, wondering why she had felt such a sense of relief when he had started squeezing her neck, and why she now felt frustrated and disappointed that he had left.
Only a few minutes later she heard the stone door being opened again and in panic she swung her legs off the altar and shakily got to her feet dreading what Dave might have planned for her.
But it was Simon who had returned. Following instructions he had brought a lemonade bottle filled with water and a white enamel mug which he placed against the wall as she cowered away from him, hunched forward with her arms wrapped tight around her abused body, slowly sinking to the floor.
He left again almost immediately, but she didn’t move for a long time, but just tried her hardest not to think at all. Not to look at the sprawled naked corpses of her brother and cousin, brown with dried blood. Not to remember the look of pleasure on Dave’s face as he had stretched and torn her tender vagina and clawed at her breasts and torso.
Instead she tried to concentrate on the empty hunger in her belly and the dry thirst in her throat and the numbing chill of the cold underground air on her bare skin.
She must have slept for several hours for when she opened her eyes again the huriicane lamp hanging from the ceiling was again getting dimmer, the edges of the wick starting to glow deep red as the last of the oil was burnt up. She was so cold. She crawled over to where Julian’s t-shirt had been dropped as Simon had stripped her and put it back on then, shaking, she shuffled hesitantly to where Julian’s jeans lay discarded by his feet. She hesitated for several minutes staring at them before pulling them up over her legs. However she couldn’t bring herself to fasten them at her waist but just lay on her side, still shivering, listening for the sound of Dave returning.
Suddenly the light flickered one last time then went out. She tried to remember where the bottle of water was, once she found it she drank straight from it before curling back into a ball in a futile attempt to keep warm.
She waited, sometimes awake, sometimes asleep, sometimes in just partial consciousness.
The darkness and the quiet was absolute. The air was completely still. Not a dripping of water, nor any sound of animals or insects. Not even the slightest glimmer of anything but absolute darkness even though she knew the cave walls were of pale cream stone.
Her belly felt painfully full of emptiness. She felt around for the bottle of water again, the light scraping of her hands on the floor shattering the silence. When she drank the water to fill her empty belly she felt sure her captors must hear her gulping wherever they were.
After that she fell into a deeper sleep.
She didn’t hear footsteps approaching. She didn’t hear the door fastenings being loosened and withdrawn. Only the heavy grinding of the stone slab being slid aside finally awoke her. Too weak to even sit up she just stared as the dazzling light of the torch which had been flashed around the chamber was directed straight at her.
She opened her dry mouth to say ‘no’ but no sound came out.
Terrified Anne heard a deep voice she didn’t recognise saying “That one over there might still be alive.”
The beam of the torch was turned aside and as her eyes became accustomed to light once more she could make out a tall thin man wearing a white topped peaked cap. The she heard another voice calling her name, she recognised that voice. It was Terry, the young fisherman.
When Terry had told the coastguard that he hadn’t seen the young campers for several days after he had shown them the hidden entrance to the caves, despite the young girl with them promising to call on him, he just laughed and said holidaymakers had better things to do than hang around chatting with the local lads.
Anyway everyone else was more interested in the men from London who had turned up in two black Ford Zodiacs and, with the assistance of the local police, stormed the big house up the wooded valley behind the village and taken away the men who had been renting it. The village constable said he had been sworn to secrecy under the Official Secrets Act, then with a wink said “Yer don’t want to tangle with MI5 our yer’l be a disappearing too!”
But when the next evening the coastguard discovered the almost hidden abandoned tents in a small quarry pit on the headland he had hurried to fetch Terry to show him the way into the caves hidden on the hillside. They wouldn’t have found the priests’ hiding place had it not been for the brown smears of blood on the floor leading to it.

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A Clockwork Orange

A young boy by the name of Alex living in future Britain where hooligans own the streets with the police at their mercy 4 young boys enjoy ultra-violence, rape, torture and other sadistic games. DARE YOU READ?

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If I Had One Wish

All women deserve nothing more than to be worthless cum rags. Pussies deserve to be whipped, cream pied, and imprenanted by any man that desires to fuck them.

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Let it Rain – 2

Janis said “I’ve never been so thoroughly fucked and filled. When can we do it again?” Mona asked if she was spending the night. “I can stay all week if you want me to.” They looked at me and as soon as I nodded yes they hugged me and squealed like little girls.
“Now are we going to stay up here or the glass patio?” Mona and Janis looked at each other and the next thing I knew they were leading me down stairs to the patio bed. The rain was coming down in buckets and there was lightning all around. We went to sleep under a wonderful light show.
Let it Rain – 2
Lightning flashes and thunder woke me several times during the night as both ladies snuggled closer for comfort. I looked at the nude bodies curled against me as lightning lit the room and marveled at the amount of pretty, warm flesh was pressed against me. I even took the opportunity to roll a couple of nipples in my fingers as they slept and listen to soft moans as they squirmed against me in their sleep.
I woke as the rainy sky started to get lighter. I woke Mona and asked if we needed to do a Check of the stock and buildings. She thought that was a good idea. As I tried to slip away from Janis she opened her eyes and asked what was up. “We’re going to do a morning round. You can go back to sleep.”
“Can I come with you?”
“You can if you want. We’re going to drive over to the other property also.” She got out of bed and after we all made a trip to the bathroom headed outside in the drizzle.
“You two have it great out here away from everyone. I could live as a nudist I if had a place like this.” After we checked these buildings we were headed to the truck when Janis asked the question I had asked, “No clothes?” We just laughed and went to the truck. Mona drove and Janis sat in my lap. When we got to the gates Janis was hesitant at first but when we got to the other place she hopped out and opened it by herself. When she got back in she was beaming. “Damn running around naked sends a thrill thru me.” She wiggled her butt in my lap and I could feel her wet lips on my shaft as she held me tight.
We cleaned a couple of the stalls and put out some feed as we moved thru the buildings. When we got to the last one, the breeding barn Janis saw the bales and blanket I had set up and smiled at Mona. “Did you?”
“Yes and it was great and felt so naughty.” Janis turned to me.
“Would you……Can we……Oh hell, would you do me there to?”
“Do I need to show you how?” She gave a happy yell and ran over to the bales. She bent over resting her breasts on the bales with her feet spread. She reached behind her and spread her thighs.
Now it was her turn. “Do I have to beg? Get over here.” As I stepped behind her Mona got something out of a cabinet and sat it in front of Janis. It was a large jar of Vaseline.
“I forgot to tell you he took my ass cherry here yesterday.” Mona just smiled at her and as I slid my long shaft into her pussy.
“Oh god that feels bigger going in this way. I have been butt fucked before but not with anything that huge. But if he fucks my pussy real good this time I’ll sure try it.” Mona handed me the jar as I started slowly stroking Janis’ hot hole. It was already wet and slick with her juices from her anticipation. As I took some of the lube and rubbed her little winking ass hole Mona got up on the bales on her back and slid down until Janis’ face was in her pussy. I pushed lube into Janis’ ass then probed it with a finger. She was moaning in Mona’s pussy as I stroked her pussy and ass at the same time. I put a second finger in her ass and she pushed back against my strokes to both her holes. Mona was holding her head to her pussy as I drove in the third finger.
“MMMMFFFFTTTTGGGGHHHH” is all we heard from Janis with her mouth full of pussy as she shuddered and her pussy milked my cock. Mona pulled Janis’ face from her pussy’
“Did you want to say something?”
“YES, YES. I’m ready to get my ass fucked. Fill me with cock and cum in my ass.” Mona pushed her back to eating her pussy as I pulled my dick out and applied lube to it. I wanted to be careful so this little piece of ass would come back for more. I put the tip to her sphincter and slowly pushed all 9 ½” into her ass. She let out on long ‘OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH’ until my balls hit her slit. I waited a minute to let her ass get used to the large intruder before I assaulted it with long hard strokes. She was grunting as each stoke bottomed against her ass. This was driving Mona wild because as I was doing it Janis nibbled on her clit.
I reached under Janis, pinching and rolling her clit between my fingers as I fucked her ass. I wasn’t going to be able to hold off much longer so when her ass clenched my shaft and her back arched, I flooded her colon with sticky ropes of cum as her pussy juices flowed onto my hand. I looked up and Mona had her eyes closed obviously having her orgasm as she rubbed Janis’ face to her pussy. Janis’ legs gave out so I put my other arm under her and pulled her back to my chest. Mona opened her eyes and saw what was happening and slid closer to me on the bales.
“Lay her on me and let me hold her.” She spread her legs as I moved forward with Janis. I laid her on Mona’s chest with my dick still in her ass. It was still semi hard so I started fucking her some more. Baby, don’t waste it, she’s out of it. Put it in mine instead.” She hugged Janis as I pulled out with an audible pop. I put the tip to Mona’s ass and pushed it in. she hissed, “YYYEESSSS” until it was all the way inside her. I had just shot a load in Janis but Mona’s recently deflowered ass was still so tight it pulled cum from my body and soon I was emptying my balls in her as well. “That’s it baby shoot your hot cum in my ass.”
I was weak in the knees as I pulled my dick from Mona’s ass. I leaned back against the bales until I felt Janis stir. She stood up rubbing her but then looked at me. “My ass is still tingling. That is the best fucking it’s ever had. When can we do that again?”
“I think we’ll have to work on it. While you were still out, Mona got hers fucked also. Right now I need to rest a minute.” Mona got up and they sat me on the end of the bales and pushed me to my back.
“You just lay there and rest. We’ll take care of the rest.” Mona knelt between my legs and took my ball sack in one hand. “I think these little jewels need some loving attention.” She kissed each testicle before putting them in her mouth and massaging them with her tongue. Janis was licking my flaccid cock clean and as much as I wanted it I didn’t think she would be able to revive it. I was pleasantly surprised when with Mona sucking on my balls and Janis sucking on the head of my soft dick it started to rise to the occasion. Soon Janis was bobbing her head on as much as she could get in, with the head hitting the entrance to her throat. When she gagged once and came up for air I said, “As good as this feels, if you give me an hour or so to rest I will be much better for all of us.”
Janis looked at Mona with her mouth full of my meaty balls then said “OK, but you have to let me sit on it all the way back and promise to let us take care of you after lunch.” When I agreed Mona kissed each of my testicles again and stood up as Janis gave the head of my dick a sloppy wet kiss. They helped me up off the bales and we walked back thru the barns to the truck with their arms and mine around each other.
When we got to the truck, Mona was driving and I got in the passenger seat. Janis stood next to me stroking my shaft before she got in. I thought she was going to straddle it and keep playing with it but she aimed it at her ass and sat down taking it all in. “MMMMM, I’m ready. Let’s go.” I closed the door and she squirmed on my dick until we got to the gate. Mona started to get out but Janis said she would take care of it. She Rose up pulling me out of her ass and jumped out to open the gate. When we were thru she got back in and once again sat with my cock in her ass. “Let’s go home and take every bump you can. She leaned back against me and we were off.
I had my arms around her holding her 34DD’s and playing with her nipples. There weren’t that many bumps but a couple of them brought load moans from Janis. We got back to the main gate about 9am. Janis got off and hopped out again to open the gate but when she got back in she knelt on the floor in front of me and held the head of my shaft in her mouth until Mona parked the truck. We were inside when I said unless one of them had a better plan we should just go back to bed. They made the decision unanimous but we went to the master bedroom so we could close the drapes, turn off the lights and pretend it was dark out.
We climbed into her large oversized bed in the dark and when I was on my back they snuggled up to me but backwards. They both had their heads on my thighs and a hand on my dick. After they each kissed the tip they said ‘Sleep tight sweetie,’
I was having one hell of an erotic wet dream when I eyes popped open to see Mona sucking my dick and swallowing my cum. Janis said, “She just couldn’t wait for you to wake up. She has been sucking and stroking for the last 15 minutes. The next load is all mine, she promised.” They both looked up at me with a wicked grin. What have I gotten into? I looked over at the clock. It was after three.
“Ladies if we’re going to keep this up we need to eat some food.” The ladies wanted to go out for dinner but I reminded them we couldn’t go together. Janis said she needed to go home for a little bit anyway so she would ‘Run into us’ about seven at a Mexican place Mona wanted to go to. We lay in bed a little while longer and I asked Janis what she was going to do Friday when her husband came home.
“What I always do. Wear tight, skimpy, clothes and try to get him to notice me. He only does it when he wants to show me off to his friends and business contacts. I usually end up feeling like a piece of meat. It’s been over a month since we had sex and that took less time than you spent putting that gorgeous cock in my ass. If I could support myself I’d leave but even with a business degree no one around her will hire me because of him.” I told her I didn’t mean to upset her and maybe things would work out.
I walked her out to her car and helped her back into her clothes. She hugged me tight and said she’d see us tonight then had a second thought. She lifted her dress and slid her bikini panties off and handed them to me. “I won’t be wearing these anymore so you can have them as a souvenir of today and I hope there are a lot more.” I watched her drive away and went back inside. Mona was still on the bed so I lay down and pulled her to me.
“Are we getting into something we should stay out of?”
Mona said, “I hope not. We make a great threesome. Maybe we should talk about this some more with her after dinner?”
“Speaking of dinner, we have a little time. What do you think about a long hot soak?”
“Let’s go. Beside we need to wash the smell of sex off.” We ran the Jacuzzi tub full of water as hot as we could stand and slipped in with her leaning back and her head on my shoulder. With the bubbles flowing around us we dozed until the water got cold then got out looking like a pair of prunes. I got dressed in the bedroom and she disappeared into the walk-in closet. She came out in a tight pair of low cut jeans and a tight tank top that gave just a hint of the low cut bra underneath. She had on heels that made her 2” taller than me but put her deep cleavage closer to my lips.
“Damn you look good in clothes. Don’t get me wrong your delicious nude but any man with a beating heart would be proud to have you on their arm. It’s sure different than when you picked me up.”
“I haven’t had a reason to dress up in a long time. The few times I went to town it was easier to just throw on some baggy clothes and go. As long as you’re here I’ll make sure to dress to impress you but no one else.” I drove to dinner and she told me just before we got there that she wore the jeans so we couldn’t fool around until we got home. No teasing at dinner. Janis showed up a few minutes after we got there looking excited.
“After I got home John called me and said I needed to pick him up at the airport tomorrow at 10am and he had a surprise for me. I don’t think it would be a good idea for me to go to your house. Can I get a rain check, please?”
Mona said, “You know where the gate key is. You’ll always be welcome.” We ate dinner together and walked her to her car. She hugged us and promised to call when she found out what the surprise was. When we got in the truck she said, are you ready to go home and finish what we started in the barn?”
“We don’t have Janis.”
“That’s ok I’ll take her part to.” I didn’t need any more encouragement. I drove home as fast as I could get away with. We went to the glass room and she turned on all the lights making it like daylight. I want to watch your face while I take care of you. She removed my shirt and pants and when I reached for her clothes she told me to just lay back and enjoy. She turned on some low music and did a sensual strip tease for me then she stood rubbing her breasts and nipples before she moved one hand down to caress her mound. By the time she went to her knees between my legs, I had another steel hard shaft.
She locked her eyes on mine, not looking away as she cupped my testicles in one hand and started kissing all around them. She had her other hand very slowly and firmly stroking the length of my shaft. When she finished with my ball sack, she stuck out her tongue and drew it up the underside of my shaft, stopping to tease the sensitive triangle under the head. She licked the rest of the shaft like it was a long sweet treat, still not breaking contact. She was still massaging my testicles with one hand as she tilted my cock towards her and put the tip between her lips. She was swabbing it with her tongue and trying to put the tip of it in my piss hole. I was trying to move my hips to push it further between her lips when she backed her head away.
“No, no, no, you’re just supposed to lay there and enjoy this one, baby.” With my butt back on the bed she slipped her lips over the head, sucking it like a straw as she continued the slow, almost torturous, stroking of my shaft. I wanted so much to put my hand over hers and speed her up but even more I didn’t want to jeopardize what I knew was coming. I wanted my dick in her throat being milked by those talented muscles. She started taking more and more into her mouth until I could feel the opening of her throat sucking at the head of my shaft. She didn’t try to go farther she would just hold her head down on each stroke and kiss me with her throat muscles.
“Oh god you keep doing that a few more times and I going to cum.”
She rose up long enough to say, “Just let me know when so I can swallow.” She went back to taking just enough of my cock to tease me at her throat. After just a few more I yelled.
“Now, I’m cumming now.” Before my first blast got to the end of my shaft she pushed down and swallowed my entire 9 ½” down her throat. The first blast and all the rest went straight to her stomach. As soon as my dick stopped pumping cum down her throat she pulled it out and moved up next to me.
“From the look on your face, I must have done at least a passable job.”
“Fuck woman I have never had anyone do anything nearly as good as that. One of those a day and I’ll be your love slave for life.”
“Better be careful what you promise. I might take you up on it.” After we stopped laughing she got up to turn out the lights then we moved up to the middle of the bed and this time I laid her on her back and lay across her with my head on one arm, a leg across hers and a nipple in my mouth. “If you’re going to sleep like this at night don’t wake me up early.”
I woke up to Mona shaking me softly. When I got my eyes open she was sitting up in the bed next to me holding a plate of biscuits and sausage gravy. “Time to get up, sleepy head. Your breakfast is ready. I don’t want you complaining about not getting to eat food.” She gave me a big smile and as soon as I sat up and took the plate, a big kiss to go with it.
“How long have you been up?”
“Long enough to check these buildings, watch you sleep for a couple of hours and fix breakfast. Everything is done for today and it’s almost noon. The rain looks like it’s clearing out and unless you have other plans we could go pack your things and start moving them out here. We can use one of the enclosed horse trailers so nothing gets wet.”
“You are so amazing. You look like a million bucks, you treat sex like a teenager, and you’re smart. How is it no man has corralled you before?”
“It’s the smart part. Most men want some dumb blonde with big tits they can show off and then cheat on. I want a man willing to work hard and be an equal partner with me. Unless I’ve lost my good judge of character I think I finally found one.” When I asked who that was she jabbed me in the ribs so hard I almost choked on my breakfast. “Don’t be an ass while you’re eating. It can be hazardous to your health.” When I finished eating we went upstairs to get dressed. I just grabbed a pair of shorts and a baggy shirt. She came out in a short pleated skirt and an oversized mans snap down shirt. “I thought you might like this for moving.” She grabbed the collars and pulled them apart unsnapping the front of the shirt and exposing her braless breasts. She raised the hem of the shirt to show me her panty less mound. “Just in case we need a quickie before we get back.”
“Keep that up and we’ll need one before we go.” She snapped up her shirt and we went out to the building, got the truck and trailer and headed to Austin. I was driving and before I knew it she had leaned back against her door, opened her shirt and pulled up her skirt. She had her left foot against my seat back and was rubbing her mound.
“Think you’ll need that quickie when we get there?” It was all I could do to pay attention to my driving as she pushed two fingers into her pussy and sat there moaning. By the time we got to my apartment building and found a place to park, the truck smelled like raw sex and her fingers and pussy were soaking wet. I don’t know how many times she had got herself off but when I opened her door she still had a glazed look in her eyes. I pulled her skirt down but she insisted that she didn’t need the shirt buttoned. She clung to my arm as we walked to my 2nd floor apartment with her shirt open but not quite exposing her nipples.
When we got inside my place, she suddenly looked much better and gave me a big hug. “Well did I do good? Your neighbors probably think you got lucky and are coming home for more. We can have noisy sex. Then they’ll know for sure.” Before I could respond she pulled of her shirt, got on her knees on the couch, leaning on the back and pulled her little skirt over her waist. “Come on baby fuck me hard and let me tell the neighbors how good you are.” I dropped my shorts and standing behind her I put my dick at her pussy entrance and drove it in. “OH GOD BABY YOUR BIG SHAFT FEELS SO GOOD. DO ME SOME MORE.” She looked around at me and in a much lower voice said, “It was good but do you think they can hear me?”
“They probably heard you across town. “That’s the way it went for the next 10 minutes, really good sex, with her giving commentary at the top of her voice. When I pulled out and lined it up with her tight anus she yelled.
“OH GOD NO. YOU’RE NOT GOING TO PUT IT THERE ARE YOU?” I pushed all the way in one stroke. She was groaning softly as I just held it deep. She turned and gave me a wicked grin. “OH BABY STOP, PLEASE STOP, IT ‘S NOT GOING TO FIT. NO MORE, PLEASE NO MORE, YOU’LL SPLIT ME IN HALF.” She started moving back and forth on my shaft as she continued. “DAMN, LET ME REST A MINUTE.” I had a hold of her hips ramming her ass and she was pushing back to meet me. “OH BABY, OH BABY, OH BABY.” Now she was really enjoying it and letting the neighbors know it. “OH FUCK, HARDER.” My groin was getting tight as she continued yelling. “BABY I’M CUMMING.” She threw her head back and continued. ‘OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD.”
I shot my seed into her ass and held her to me as I did. She put her head on the back of the couch as she took deep breaths trying to calm down after her orgasm. When I pulled out she lay down on the couch and pulled me down with her. “I don’t think we’re going to make it back tonight.” She reached up and pulled the blanket on the back up the couch over us. “I think we need a little rest.” We had just dozed off when Mona’s phone rang. The id said it was Janis. Mona talked to her for a while and when she hung up told me Janis was on cloud nine. John came home and told her he had a business deal to take care of in Las Vegas and she was going with him. They were leaving tomorrow morning and would be back Monday.
I told Mona, “Maybe she’s going to get some of the attention she’s been wanting from him.”
“You mean like the attention I’ve been giving you? If he gives her half as much we probably won’t see her again.” She giggled a little. “No as small as she says he is, she’ll probably still be visiting a lot.” The sun was still up so we got dressed started moving stuff down to the trailer. Some of the neighbors gave me dirty looks, but what the hell, I was moving out so who cared. I didn’t have much and it was loaded a lot faster than we expected. “Hey if this is everything why don’t we just head back and stop somewhere along the way and eat?”
“I can eat you at home.”
“Ok sweetie, but I don’t want you bellyaching about not getting food.” I took Mona to her truck then went around back to get mine. She pulled away as I pulled on the street and I followed her towards home. We stopped and ate at a little hole in the wall Mexican place and got back about 9pm. We put the trucks inside the building and went in the house. We decided to call it a night so we could get up early and do the chores before it started getting hot.
We got up before sunrise and could see stars instead of rain clouds. We got everything done and were back in the house by 10. We decided to have a quiet day inside. She took me to what they called the entertainment room and when she turned on the TV almost a whole wall lit up. It was a projector in the ceiling and it was like being in a theater except it had double recliners for us to sit back in. We spent the next 5 or 6 hours watching pay per view and snuggling.
About 6pm when it had cooled down a bit she offered to take me on a tour of the rest of the property. She grabbed a couple of towels and blankets and we went down to my truck. With her giving directions we soon ended at a small lake, or gigantic pond, take your pick. There were several large oaks together on one side with a gazebo under them. We threw our towels and blankets on the chairs in it and she walked me down to the water. “This is why the house doesn’t have a pool. I like to come out here to go swimming then lay in the sun listening to the quiet or come out here at night and just watch the stars. Now I have someone share it with.” We got in the water and splashed around for a bit until she wrapped her arms around me and said, “Pinch me. This just seems like such a dream. Every time I wake up I expect to find that none of this was real.”
We went back to the gazebo and dried off. The ground was still wet so I dragged the chairs out where we could see stars. I should have only moved one because as soon as I sat down she sat in my lap and put her arms around my neck. “If I’m being to…..clingy or……..possessive you’ll tell me won’t you. I don’t want to push you away. I just want to feel you close to me and show my affection.”
“I like having you close and you can show me affection any way you want and any time you want…..as long as it doesn’t get us arrested.” We sat looking at the stars and just making small talk for a couple of hours.
“Do you realize this is the longest we’ve gone without sex since we met? Can we go back to the house and go to bed in the glass room and you just hold me?”
“Sure, if you’re ready lets go.” I put the chairs back while she put the other stuff in the truck. I drove back with her sitting as close to me as she could get. We turned lights off as we went thru the house and got in to bed by moonlight. She got in her favorite position with one leg and arm across me and her head on my shoulder. She was hugging me tight still as her breathing slowed, she fell asleep and snored briefly.
We were woken up by her phone again. This time when she hung up she looked worried. “That was Janis. She was crying and she gave me a flight number saying we had to pick her up at 11am. When I asked what was wrong she said she’d tell us when she got here.” We rushed thru chores so we could get dressed and be at the Austin airport when she landed. When she got off the plane and saw us she started crying. She had a little carry on and when I said I’d get her suitcase she said she left it in Vegas. She just wanted us to take her to her house. On the way there between sobs she told us what happened.
“It turns out he wasn’t closing a business deal, I was. A couple of hours after we landed he told me to dress sexy we were going to a party. I put on a hot little dress and heels and made sure my makeup was perfect so I would look good for him. We got in the elevator and it started up. When I looked at him he smiled and said it was in a suite in the hotel. We went to one of the room doors and when he knocked a guy in a hotel robe opened it. John walked me inside and there was only one other guy there. I asked john where the party was and he said I was the party. They were buying one of his thoroughbreds but wanted an evening with me to seal the deal. When I said no John slapped me and told me he didn’t buy me clothes and tits for nothing, now it was time for pay back. He tried to grab me but I kicked him in the balls and ran out of the room. I grabbed my small travel bag from our room and ran. I found a place to stay until my flight this morning and here I am. I just want to go pack some clothes in my car and stay somewhere until I can get a divorce.”
Mona said she could stay at our house if she wanted. We got to her house and offered to stay but she said she would be alright. She was just going to grab a few days’ clothes and would buy anything else she needed. Before we left I made sure to tell her call us as soon as she left for our place. We would be waiting. Mona and I headed home to wait for her. Just before we got there the phone started ringing. Mona answered and got a horrified look on her face. “Turn around we have to go back as fast as we can. John was home when she walked in and she ended up killing him.” I broke too many laws to count getting back there. Police cars with flashing lights were everywhere.
When we walked up to the yellow tape an officer asked who we were. When we identified ourselves he took us to a detective. The first thing he asked is what we knew. We told him about this morning’s call and bringing her home about 30 minutes ago. We told him the story she told us and the phone call we had just received. He asked how we knew her and Mona said she had known her for several years because John was a customer of her horse farm. I told him I had just met her at dinner with Mona a few nights ago.
The detective said apparently John had flown in last night and had been waiting for her. Surveillance tapes from inside the house showed him hitting her several times and knocking her down a short set of stairs before she ran to a table in the hall and got a gun, shooting him once in the chest, killing him instantly. He said she should go get checked out at the hospital but wouldn’t’ let them take her until we got here. He took us over to where she was sitting on the back of an ambulance. She hugged Mona and just glanced my way. Mona said she would ride with her to get checked out and I could meet them there.
I asked the detective if there was anything else. He said they would need to talk with her Monday but if the hospital released her, she could go but would need a place to stay for a few days. I gave him our information and told him I was sure Mona would have her stay at her home as long as necessary. When I got to the hospital I had to stay in the waiting area because I wasn’t family. I went to the little coffee bar in the cafeteria and got a big cup of strong coffee then went back to wait. Mona came out a short while later and said the police were taking pictures of Janis’s injuries and when they were done the hospital said she could go home. She said all considered Janis was in pretty good shape. She had a black eye, bruises all over from being knocked down the stairs. The shoulder she landed on was sore and she had a slight concussion. All this was capped off by a swollen split lip that gave her a lisp.
Mona went back in to wait with her. They came out an hour later with Janis, in the mandatory wheel chair, avoiding looking at me. The nurse and Mona helped her into the back seat and we headed home. Mona told her the police said it might be 3 days to a week before she could get back in the house. “I don’t care if I never go back in. I’ll find somewhere else to live and sell it.”
Mona told her she was welcome to stay with us as long as she wanted. When we got home and went inside Janis said she wanted to take a long hot soak in the Jacuzzi tub. I filled it with very warm water and turned around to help her in the tub. It was the first time I had seen all the bruises on her. She saw the look on my face. “Not so pretty now, am I?”
“Nothing that a few hot soaks and a lot of rest won’t take care of.” Mona said she was going down and fix something to eat. It had been a while since our quick toast and coffee this morning. Janis asked if I would stay with her. She just didn’t want to be left alone. I got in the tub with her and gently washed and rubbed her back and neck. It seemed to be the only place she didn’t hurt. Eventually she leaned back against me and pulled my arms around her.
“Do you think Mona would let me live her with the two of you? I’ll do my share and once they let me settle the estate I could pay my own way.”
“Why don’t we talk about it over dinner and you can ask Mona then.”
Just then Mona walked in the bathroom and stood with her hands on her hips. “Ask Mona what?”
“I was going to ask you if I could live here with you and Bill. I’ll help anyway I can and when I get the estate settled I can help with finances.” Mona stood there thinking and looking at me for a minute before speaking.
“Well you already have an open invitation and now we don’t have to worry about public opinion. We just have to make sure you have your own room in case someone comes snooping.” That made Janis feel a lot better. We got out of the tub and I toweled her dry carefully. Some of those bruises looked nasty. Janis wasn’t very hungry so as Mona and I ate she told us what happened.
When she had gone inside he met her at the top of the stairs and grabbed her.When she tried to pull free he had hit her twice blacking her eye and cutting her lip. His grip slipped and she started running down the stairs and he caught up and pushed her when she was 4 or 5 steps from the bottom. When she fell, he had kicked her twice in the ribs, then turned away saying he was going to fix her sorry ass for good. She got to the hall table and got the gun to scare him with but he came back with a bat and told her she didn’t have the guts to do anything. His mistake, when he raised the bat she pulled the trigger and hit him in the chest. She said it was a miracle she hit him because she closed her eyes.
By the time we finished it was after midnight. We had spent a lot of time just waiting at the hospital. We decided use the upstairs bedroom so we could sleep late. When we got upstairs Janis asked if she could sleep with us. Mona said she had not thought otherwise. Janis lay on one side where she was comfortable and I spooned to her back with her head on one arm while the other one held her breast. Mona was spooned to her front with Janis’s arm around her. We were asleep pretty quick but Janis woke me several times during the night, jerking and crying.
At one point she had turned to face me and woke me with her hand on my shaft. “Am I a bad person? Was this my fault?”
“No you just got put in a bad situation.”
“Do you still like me?”
“Yes, of course. Why?”
‘Because I’ve been laying her thinking about you and I want you. I just want to feel you in me tonight.” She stroked my semi hard shaft rigid then moved on top of me. She guided my dick to the entrance to her pussy then pushed it all the way in with a deep groan. “That felt so good now I want to lay here and enjoy this feeling.” She lay down on my chest and was still except for occasionally rocking her hips to move me inside her. She moaned several times then went back to sleep and didn’t move until morning.
Mona woke me about 6am to tell me she was going to check the barns and animals and would be back as soon as she could and for me to stay with Janis until she woke. When she did wake she stayed lying on my chest and rocked her hips on my soft shaft instantly bringing it to life. “I can feel it growing inside me. I’ve never felt that before.” She started rocking and riding my shaft but as she went faster she yelped and stopped. “Oh damn that made my ribs hurt.” I held her to me and scooted us to the edge of the bed.
She grimaced as I held her, stood up and turned around to lay her on the bed. She relaxed when she was resting on the bed and I pulled my arms from around her. I raised her legs and placed her ankles on my shoulder and started stroking my shaft gently in her hole. “Is this better? Tell me if I hurt you.”
“Oh god it’s wonderful. Just don’t stop.” I was still fucking her slow and gentle when Mona walked in.
“Well, I see you started without me. May I join in or is this a private party.” She had already kicked off her Levis and was removing her top as she moved to the bed. She moved next to Janis, taking a long look at the damage to her body then bent down and kissed her breast. “Wow, you have bruises almost everywhere. Let me kiss them and make it better.” She began putting very soft kisses on her bruised skin, starting with her black eye, working across her swollen lips, past her shoulders to her hips. Janis was moaning from the constant stimulation and when I spread her legs so Mona could reach her clit she groaned and tried to raise her hips to meet her.
Mona did not straddle Janis because she knew how tender her face and lips were but Janis reached between Mona’s legs and was pumping two fingers into her pussy. As Mona sucked on her clit Janis moaned “Faster, fuck me faster.” I sped up and using her thighs for leverage pushed harder. Janis was fingering Mona’s pussy and rubbing her own breast with the other hand when she arched her back and her body shook. “Oh god I need this so badly. Fuck me, suck my clit. Please help me cum.” Mona was having her own small orgasm causing her to suck harder on Janis clit as I drove my dick into her pussy as hard as I could. When her hot pussy muscles clamped down on my shaft I sprayed her pussy with a large load of my seed built up from two days without sex.
When I had spent my last I started to pull out and Mona put her hand around my shaft. Lying with her cheek on Janis’s mound she pulled my dick, coated with Janis and my cum, to her mouth. She licked all of our fluids from it then pulled it out but kept it in her hand. Still holding me she slipped off the bed and stroked me keeping me hard. She stood between Mona’s legs and turned her back to me as she bent at the waist. “My turn, fuck me like you just did Janis. She put her hands on Janis’ thighs, holding her legs up, as she put her tongue in her slit and started licking up her juices.
I put my fingers in Mona’s slit and pulled them back coated with her juices. I did this several times wiping them on my dick and coating it with her slickness. I put the head of my dick to her tunnel and pushed it in. She was so wet and warm it felt like a steaming towel was being wrapped around my shaft. When my balls hit her mound as I bottomed in her pussy she moaned into Janis’s slit then raised her head. “Mmmmm, two days is too long. Let’s not wait that long again.”
“I seem to remember it being your idea.”
“If I say something stupid like that again your have my permission to stuff my mouth full of your cock until I change my mind.” She went back to sucking on Janis’s pussy as I drove into her harder. Just as I reached under her and grabbed her breasts like handles, she tensed up and her body shuddered. I wasn’t quite there yet so I kept fucking her harder and prolonging her orgasm until I sprayed her pussy with almost as much cum as I had Janis. When I was done I laid her on her stomach next to Janis and told then I was going to soak in the tub and rest.
The tub was almost half full as I climbed in and looked up to see both of them getting in with me. Mona said, “I guess it’s a good thing this was built for four.” They managed to lay on each side of me so we just relaxed in the Jacuzzi bubbles until the water got cold. When we got out, we toweled each other dry being careful of Janis’s bruises and went down to find something for lunch. While we were eating the detectives called and said that they were through with the house and Janis could get back in tomorrow. They said they were still waiting for the DA to release the personal effects john had on him. She thanked them and hung up.
“They say I can have the house back tomorrow. Will you guys go with me? I just want some of my clothes and personal stuff for now. I want to get some things from the office so I can notify clients they will need to find somewhere for their stock.”
I asked why not keep the clients and move them here, and then you’ll still have the income. You can work out of Mona’s office it looks like there’s plenty of room.” Mona agreed so we decided to go over first thing in the morning after chores and see what she needed to retrieve.
When we got to her house Janis was a little nervous about going in. Once we got inside and saw where they had cut out the carpet where the bloodstain would have been she just stood there frozen in place. I put my arm around her and led her past it to the stairs. I held her until we were up the stairs and in her room. Janis got her started packing and she seemed ok. I went back downstairs and found the office. I turned on John’s computer and of course it needed a password.
I looked for paperwork but all of the drawers were locked. I went back up to help carry Janis’s stuff and told her what I found. When we had everything she wanted loaded we went back to the office. “One thing about him thinking about me as a dumb blonde, he never tried very hard to hide anything. He used bigstud for his password.” She walked over to a bookcase picked out one of the books and opened it. It was hollow and had the keys to all the file drawers and one larger key.
She walked over to a picture on the wall and pulled it out revealing a safe about 2’ square. She put the key in and opened it. We were stunned by the stack of money inside. There were a number of folders in there also and when Janis started thru them she told us they looked like another set of financials. Not only was john a full fledged dirt bag he was skimming money from his own company. As she continued looking thru the folders she found the wills they had done shortly after they married. Both left everything to the other spouse. He hadn’t even thought to change his.
She also found a passbook, with a very large balance, for an account in Anguilla, where ever that was. We loaded the computer and a few files in the truck and I promised to come back and get the rest. We got Janis set up in Mona’s office and while she and Mona started calling clients I went back to get the rest of the things she wanted. As I was leaving to return home Janis called and said the detective’s contacted her about picking up Johns personal items. She asked if I could pick them up since I was in town and they said yes.
When I got home I found the ladies just finishing up for the day in the office. “Your back, we need a break. Let’s pack some food and have a picnic at the pond.” As soon as we unloaded the files for Janis they made up sandwiches and chips as I loaded beer and wine in a cooler. As soon as we had everything ready we piled in my truck and headed to our pond. As soon as we put stuff in the gazebo we stripped and headed for the water. It felt good to just slash around and play a little grab ass with the girls after the last few days of stress. We spread out a blanket and sat eating and drinking as dusk set in.
When we were full, and slightly tipsy, I rolled over on my knees, pushed Mona’s legs apart and went right to her clit with my lips. “Oh shit, baby I wasn’t expecting that but don’t stop.” As I sucked on her little man I put two fingers in her pussy and fingered her fast. “Mmmmm, this is just the break I was looking for.” I felt Janis slip under me between my legs and guide my dick to her lips. I was worried about her injured lip until I felt her slip her mouth over the head and moan around it. She moaned until she had it all in, then pulled it out.
“I love the feel of your cock. It’s so hard and smooth and it slips down just like it was made just for me. Then she took me back in her mouth. She had her hands on my hips and held me deep in her throat until she had to come up for air. After a deep breath she started all over. Her throat was massaging me as she tried swallowing around my shaft and I was sucking on Mona’s clit with the same rhythm.
Mona was bucking her hips to me as I finally succumbed to Janis’s throat massage and shot gobs of my cum into her stomach. I bit on Mona’s clit as I did and she jammed her slit against my face flooding me with her cum. I tried to roll away when I finished but Janis rolled with me without taking my dick from her mouth. She got to her knees between my legs and sucked me hard again. “You’re not done yet. We have some catching up to do.” She held my shaft as Mona straddled me and lowered herself down, taking my dick completely in her silky wet tunnel.
As Mona rode up and down my shaft Janis straddled my chest to hug Mona. As she bent down to kiss her breast she slid her pussy to my lips. I took in her musky aroma as I put the tip of my tongue to her clit. She jerked when I first rolled it with my tongue I sucked it between my lips and probed it with the tip of my tongue as I felt her hand rubbing Mona’s clit while she sat on my dick. As she sat impaled on my shaft she was flexing her muscles and I could feel the muscles clenching different places on my 9 ½”. She would tense one set of muscles for a few strokes then shift muscles for more strokes. The sensations on my dick were fabulous and constantly changing.
I was close to cumming when she started riding me harder and faster. I moved my head and drove my tongue as deep as I could into Janis’s pussy just as she started cumming. As I tasted her nectar on my tongue I fired my seed into Mona. She drove down on me and sat shaking as she was overcome by her own orgasm. When we were all relaxed, Mona and Janis lay down, snuggled close to me.
Janis raised her head and looked at Mona and me. “I know you and Bill have a thing going on and I would never do anything to come between you but I wish you would consider letting me be a part of your family. You don’t have to say anything now, just think about it, please.” I pulled her close with one arm as Mona leaned across me to kiss her and me.
“I was going to ask Bill about that very thing tomorrow but since you brought it up now is as good a time as any to talk about it. I’m all for it. I think it will take both of us to keep him satisfied so he won’t stray.” They both thought that was hilarious.
When they stopped laughing I reminded them I was right here in the middle. “Well we think it’s a good idea. Are you saying you don’t want two hot, usually horney, women at your beck and call 24/7?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Then you agree and want two hot, usually horney, women at your beck and call 24/7?” I could see I was going to lose this discussion. Even though I agreed, I didn’t want to give in that easy.
“I thought you wanted to talk about it?”
“I thought we just did? And you wanted us 24/7.” Yep I lost, even though I really won. Looks like I was out numbered from now on but what a way to lose. We picked up everything and drove back to the house. We went to bed and were out in minutes.
Two weeks later a grand jury No Billed Janis and she started putting it behind her. She and Mona had contacted all of John’s clients and more than half were moving to Mona’s facility. We were working 18 hours a day with hardly enough time for sleep. At breakfast one morning Mona and Janis said they loved me dearly but it was time to hire a real foreman and some hands to help. They were tired of being too tired for good sex. When I said I agreed Mona said, “Good, the new foreman will be here this morning so make sure you’re dressed.”
In the middle of breakfast the front door bell rang. When I opened it I was looking at a Native American woman in a work shirt, Levis and cowboy boots. She was about 30 years old and 5’9” with her hair in a braid down to her waist. “I’m looking for Mona?”
“You made it.” Mona walked up to the lady and gave her a hug. “Bill this is Naomi Little Feather. She was my best friend in high school.” She saw the puzzled look on my face. “My father was in the air force stationed at an air base in Enid, Oklahoma. Naomi and I were, oh, kind of social outcasts. She was an Indian and I was her best friend. Back then if you weren’t white, you got a lot of shit and if you stood up for someone that was catching the shit, you got twice as much. So Naomi where’s your partner?”
“She’s checking our horses. We’ve been on the road all night.”
“Well, go get her. We just sat down for breakfast. Join us then we’ll get you settled in.” Naomi went back outside and when she came back in to the breakfast table she had a slender brunette with her. She was about the same age as her and the tank top she was wearing displayed muscular arms and a pair of 32C breasts. They sat down across from Mona and me, and gave Mona an update on the last few years as we ate.
The brunettes name was Rebecca but she preferred Becka. They had been living together for three years. They said getting a job in Oklahoma like Mona offered was still difficult for a woman. They were ready for a new start. Mona asked if they had thought about a place to live and when they said they had planned on staying in the bunkroom in their trailer until they found something, Mona said that wouldn’t do. “You two can stay here in the house. There are plenty of empty bedrooms and at least two have private baths. It’s the least we can do after you dropped everything to move down here.” They tried to protest but Mona wasn’t having any of it. “When are the rest of your hands arriving?”
“They should be here sometime next weekend. They had a few goodbyes to do before they left.”
“Do they need one or two rooms?”
“One, definitely one.” Oh great, I thought, more lesbian lovers. Little did I suspect what was in store for me.
After we finished breakfast we helped them move their things upstairs from the trailer then put their horses and equipment in one of the barns. We took them on a tour of the properties and filled them in on all the horses and their owners. It was late afternoon when we got back to the house. Naomi and Becka went upstairs to clean up after their all night drive while we fixed dinner, or rather Mona and Janis did they politely asked me to sit somewhere and stay out of the way. So I took the opportunity to go take a hot shower.
It wasn’t long before Mona joined me. “Janis is watching the pot. When we’re done we will finish dinner while she showers.” I wanted to play but she said there would be enough time later. We got dressed and went to the kitchen so Janis could get ready. As we were putting dinner on the table Janis, Naomi and Becka walked in. Janis had on shorts and a tank top that showed off her bra-less 34DD’s perfectly. Naomi and Becka were wearing oversized men’s shirts. I couldn’t tell if they had anything under them, but they both had beautiful, athletic legs. It was a shame I wouldn’t get to sample them.
As we ate I couldn’t help but glance at Naomi and Becka. I hadn’t noticed until they sat down that the buttons on the top half of their shirts were undone. As they moved and reached for different items I got tantalizing glimpses of their breasts. Suddenly Naomi looked at me and said, “Mona does your Mr. Bill always try to look at women’s breasts during meals?”
“No, before you arrived it was only the three of us and we hardly ever wore clothes at meals or anywhere else for that matter.”
Naomi stood up, unbuttoned the rest of her shirt and let it slowly fall to the floor. “You mean this is what he looked at all the time.” Without the shirt she was totally naked. She was a vision standing there with her hair loose and hanging down her back. Her breasts were firm with no sag and definitely at least a 34C. She had smooth flawless skin and the only part of her that wasn’t tanned were the pink lips peeking out of her slit, in her bald pubic mound. Becka stood next to her and dropped her shirt. Her pert 32C’spointed straight out like bullets and she had bar piercings in each nipple. She was tanned but not as dark as Naomi and shaved just as smooth.
Mona and Janis stood up and started undressing. “No this is what he not only looks at but holds and makes love to every night.”
I was sitting there with my mouth open. I couldn’t believe that two women I had only just met, and were lovers at that, had just gotten nude in front of me and then my two had done the same thing. I must have been in shock because it took a moment for me to realize they were laughing, at me. Then I heard Mona.
She was looking at Naomi. “See I told you. He loves seeing naked women just like all the rest. Now you can wear as much or as little as you want. Speaking for us less is more. You get to tease and we get the benefits.” I was just sitting there taking this all in and thinking about having four lovely ladies running around in various states of undress when Becka spoke.
“Well now that your Mr. Bill has looked us over, wouldn’t I be fair for you to show us what he looks like?” I didn’t get up so Mona and Janis stood next to my chair and pulled me to my feet.
“Come on sweetie you’ve never been shy before.” They pulled my shirt off over my head then unfastened my shorts and dropped them to the floor. My dick was already hard and sticking out proudly at its full 9 ½”but Mona and Janis had to give it a few strokes each. Naomi and Becka both sucked in a deep breath but Naomi spoke first.
“Damn Mona if I wasn’t in love with Becka that would sure tempt me to try a man again. You get it all in?”
“It fits everywhere, and it beats a vibrator any day.”
I finally spoke up. “First, ladies, I’m a two woman man. So if you ever think you want a closer look you better clear it with them fist. Second I do appreciate beautiful women and I promise not to stare, much. Third, can we finish dinner, I think I have two women that want to be ravished and I’d be willing to bet that from the looks you’re getting you have one of your own.” Dinner finished quickly and we headed to our rooms.
“Ok, one of you care to tell me what’s going on? That looked awfully put on.”
Mona said she had set it all up. “Naomi and Becka, besides being damned good hands and lovers, are dedicated nudists. That’s one reason they came to work here. I told them they would be able to ride, swim or do anything else they wanted in the nude as long as there weren’t any clients around. When they asked about you I told them you were only interested in Janis and me but asked her to help me surprise you. Oh buy the way if you liked this surprise just wait until you see what I have planned next weekend.”
“Do I get a hint?”
“Nope but we will give you a great blow job.”
“Hey, that works.” They knelt down in front of me facing each other and pressed their lips together around my shaft. They each put a hand on my hips and pulled and pushed sliding it thru their lips. I could feel their tongues flicking the sides of my shaft as it slid back and forth thru their lips. One time as they reached the end of my dick Janis moved away and Mona took it in her mouth and held it there as they moved me back onto the bed. When my legs hit the bed and I fell backwards Mona went with me and my dick was driven down her throat. She held it there as Janis moved to suck on my balls.
While Janis teased my ball sack Mona was bobbing on my shaft and raising my legs. When they were up Mona was deep throating me and when my dick was all the way down she would try to hum around it sending vibrations into my balls. Janis moved my ball sack up and out of the way so she could run her tongue thru my crack and around my hole. She pressed the tip of her tongue to my sphincter and pressed until it slipped past. As she moved her tongue around in my ass Mona hummed on my dick again and I shot a load directly into her stomach. She was swallowing around my shaft even though there was nothing there and it was milking me like a baby on a teat. When I shot my load my ass closed on Janis’s tongue and made her yelp. “Damn I thought I had lost the end of my tongue.”
They both up to lay next to me. Janis stuck out her tongue to me. “Kith it baby you maath it hurth.”I kissed her tongue and sucked it into my mouth rubbing my tongue over it. She pulled it out and said “Mmmmm, that’s much better.”
Mona whispered in my ear, “You must have really liked the show tonight. I swallowed more come tonight than ever before. Maybe tomorrow night Janis can set a new record.”
“But you won’t give me a hint?”
“Nope but if you roll over her I’ll give you a nice nipple to go to sleep sucking on.” I rolled facing Mona and sucked a tasty nipple in my mouth as Janis snuggled up behind me and slipped a hand between my legs to hold my balls. I slept contented.
We woke up to knocking on the bedroom door. When I yelled come in Naomi and Becka walked in naked as j-birds. “Mona said you guys were going to take us on the morning rounds today.” I shook Mona and when she woke up we all loaded in the truck naked and headed to the other property. We went thru the barns taking care of stalls and stock until we got to the breeding barn. When Naomi saw the two bales with the saddle blanket on them she turned around and looked at Mona. “I bet that’s not for your horses.”
Mona blushed and said “You’d win that bet. We’ve had some pretty good times out here.” Naomi laid down on the bales and spread her legs. Becka bent down between them and started lapping at her pussy. We were standing there watching until Janis and Mona went to them and started playing with Naomi’s breasts and sucking on her nipples. I had my dick in my hand stroking it as I watch the four women pleasing each other. Then I saw Becka look at me then reach back and spread her cheeks.
I stood behind her and saw Mona look up at me and mouth ‘It’s ok’. I dropped to my knees and put my mouth over her pussy and pushed my tongue in to sample her. She had a sweet musky taste and smelled like jasmine. As I sucked on her hole she trembled and moaned into Naomi’s pussy. She lifted her head and looked back at me. All she said was “Fuck me.” I stood up and rubbed my dick thru her slit wetting it with her juices. I put the tip to entrance to her pussy and started pushing it in. She shuddered and threw her head back. “Oh god it’s so big. Fill me with your cock. My pussy hasn’t had any in way to long. Just put it all in me.”
As I pushed more into her she kept moaning, “oh, oh, oh fuck.” When I still had a couple of inches to go she shook all over as her juices flowed around my shaft letting it slide easier. While she had her orgasm I drove the rest of the way in. her moans increased as I pulled out and drove all the way back in. I stroked faster as her cum wet her tunnel and made penetration easier. Her orgasm increased as I fucked her harder. Her legs started shaking and I got my arms under her just before she collapsed.
As I went to lay her on the floor and my dick slid from her she moaned softly, “Now do Naomi, please?” I looked at her and saw she was busy with Mona’s breast in her mouth, Janis sucking on one of her breasts and her hands working feverously on Janis and Mona’s pussy’s. I moved up between Naomi’s legs and lifted then to my shoulders before driving my dick deep into her wet slot, my balls slapping her ass.
She tried to say something but Mona was pressing her breast to Naomi’s mouth creating a very effective gag. I held her legs and used them to help me drive hard and deep into her. Her sleeve felt like a tight fist moving up and down my shaft and I was getting near cumming so I pounded harder. As I unleashed a torrent of cum into her vagina her back arched as she yelled into Mona’s breast again. I could feel her girl cum leaking around my dick and running onto my balls I had tight against her ass. Mona rose up and came to kiss me as I slowly pulled my dick from Naomi’s pussy.
She raised her head to look at me. “Oh shit now I feel so empty.” Becka said she knew how she felt. She got to her knees next to me and took my cum slick cock in her hand. She was stroking it gently and working it back to its full size.
“Can I have some more. I would want to suck on that big stick.” When I said yes she had Naomi get off the bales and laid down with her head over the end. She reached for my shaft and pulled me close, putting my dick between her lips. She placed her hands on my hips and pulled me closer taking my dick in her mouth. Halfway in I hit her throat and she gagged. She kept trying and I heard “guugh, guugh, guugh, guugh,” as she continued trying to get it all in. she finally stopped trying to get it all in and concentrated sucking on what she could get in her mouth and stroking the rest.
Naomi had bent down and was busy licking Becka’s slit clean when Mona got down behind her, licking and tonguing her ass. Janis had bent over Becka and put her lips on my shaft where it was disappearing into Becka’s throat. I had my hands on Becka’s head fucking her mouth like a pussy, every now and then pushing in far enough to get “guugh, guugh” from her. When my cum blasted from my dick I held it against the back of her mouth and felt her throat taking most of my load with a little leaking out onto her cheeks.
When I pulled out of her mouth, Janis licked my cum from Becka’s cheeks then kissed her, swirling in it both their mouths. Becka was raising her hips to Naomi’s lips as she got her pussy sucked and Mona was still behind Naomi sucking on her pussy and ass. Naomi’s groaned as her legs wobbled and she dropped to the floor. When she got back up she had a sheepish look on her face. She turned to Mona and hugged her. “Thank you. That was something wonderful.” When we left in the truck I was sitting in back between Mona and Naomi.
“Naomi I thought you and Becka were in a relationship?”
“We are, just like you, Mona and Janis. That doesn’t mean no one else. We just have to agree who. I’ve been on the phone with Mona and Janis for the last week planning. You didn’t really think we just showed up and fell into your arms did you? They told us how good you were to them and said if you didn’t object we could be part of your family and maybe in a few months you would help me and Becka with the family we want.”
“Are you saying what I think you are?”
“If you think I’m asking you to help us get pregnant, yes. We want to get settled in for a while then work on getting pregnant. We aren’t asking for any financial support afterwards we just want children of our own. We’ll understand if you say no and it won’t have any effect on our work for Mona. We’ll just have to find someone else.” I looked at Mona.
“Naomi is my best friend. When I called her about coming down here to work we got to talking about everything going on in our lives and when she told me they were starting to look for someone to help them have a child I thought what red blooded man wouldn’t four women around asking him for sex and willing to share. I didn’t tell you because I wanted it to be a surprise. Boy did it work.”
“So you’re ok with the five of us living here together as a family, and sharing?” She and Naomi put their hands on my shaft and started stroking as they leaned across me and shared a passionate kiss then sat back up next to me. “As long as you understand you’re not the only one sharing.” When we got back to the house Naomi and Becka headed off to their room hugging each other and looking very happy and we went to the kitchen to start breakfast. Naomi and Becka came down wearing Levis and work shirts and joined us. When they noticed me looking at them Becka said, “Mona said we might have a client show up today so we have to be prepared.”
Mona said, “I was going to tell you after breakfast. He’s not supposed to be here until just before lunch.” After breakfast Naomi and Becka left to go to work while Mona, Janis and I went up and dressed for the client’s arrival. Mona and Janis were wearing casual summer dresses and I was in cargo shorts and a polo shirt. We had been working in the office several hours when Mona’s phone rang. When she hung up she said he would be arriving in a few minutes so she called Naomi to let her know then told us she would go meet him and bring him in.
As soon as Mona left, Janis stood up and pulled her dress over her head. Standing there naked she handed it to me. “I have a fantasy and I need your help. Hide that in one of your drawers and sit down.” With that she climbed under my desk just before Mona walked back in with the client.

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Fantasm

Sins of the flesh

ok before i begin iam a novice writer so if you already have high expectations and cant get off on a story because you see grammar mistakes or punctuation mistakes just click to another story i did my best so i apologize if there are errors if you would like to leave pointers on how i can improve me writing i would appreciate that well here gose please enjoy
Chapter 1
It was dark out, nearing 10 pm as she watched him walk into the grimy little bar for a beer to relax after work. Ashley followed him inside, inconspicuously, with the hunger aching deep within. The place was shady, the people were even worse but Ashley didn’t care. She was focused on the one thing she wanted from her next potential victim. It didn’t take much to coax Steven into taking her back to his room at the hotel she knew he was staying at. With a little flirting and a few suggestive whispers, he was hooked. The walk back wasn’t long, good thing, Ashley was starting to feel pain build from her insatiable craving.
The darkness cloaked him, hiding in the closet and out of sight. It suit Jesse. He was so used to the darkness and actually preferred it. His light complexion gave it away. Almost as if he’d been hidden from the world, for his eyes were a crystalline blue, nearly inhuman, but still with a touch of seduction. Jesse checked off his mental list of things for preparation. Everything was set, all he had to do was wait.
The click of the lock resounded as well as Ashley’s giggle at the door. Jesse felt his heart start to race and his adrenaline kick, the thrill alone of what was to come had excited him. He cracked the door open, only slightly and unnoticed, just enough to see out and remain unseen. He saw Steven standing there with Ashley, they were kissing and touching. His fingers threaded through her long black hair and brought his palms down over her shoulders and grab at her chest. “Enjoy it asshole, that’s the last playtime you’ll ever have”. Jesse felt the excitement increase but kept calm. He watched as Ashley pushed Steven down on the hotel bed, pinning his wrists back and biting at his neck playfully. She drew her hands beneath the pillow, right where Jesse had hidden the handcuffs. Steven was automatically suspicious of something after being restrained to the bed railing.
“What the fuck is going on?” Steven was beginning to panic.
“Shhh. It’s alright, I just wanna play.” With a sly smile, Ashley stood to the side of bed stripping down to nothing, and with the sight of her breasts and naked body, Steven calmed down and smiled. She laid beside him rubbing at his cock through his pants. A groan escaped his lips as Ashley unbuckled his belt and moved to tie his feet together.
“Now what the hell are you doing?” A shrill and disturbing giggle erupted from Ashley, Jesse’s cue to come from hiding. He made his appearance before the bound victim, drenched in black and chains. His frame wasn’t very large at all, but had the look of death about him. Intimidation emanated to the average Joe, but to Ashley, it was alluring. She watched him, beckoning him forward.
“WHO THE…” Steven tried to yell, but the sadistic woman shoved her pair of panties in his mouth to silence his attempted screams. She then walked toward Jesse, kissed him deeply, and begged to get started. Without hesitation, he went to the bathroom where his tools were hidden. All the while, Ashley toyed with the terrified man on the bed. A kiss here, a nibble there, and a hard bite to draw pain and blood. She licked her lips to the sweet nectar as Jesse reappeared, a scalpel, a wrench, and an ordinary kitchen’s butcher knife. The simpler the weapons the better, for the sheer entertainment. Ashley peered out of the window.
“The lot’s empty, perfect timing.” She walked teasingly slow toward Steven, yanked his hair back for his face to meet hers.
“Wanna know what happens if you scream? You see that wrench? I’ll slit your throat to be sure you don’t make any more noise. Then I’ll clamp your nasty ass cock between the teeth of that thing, and twist it off and let you bleed to death. So stay quiet, okay?” Ashley said with the sarcasm of speaking to a three year old. She held a finger to her lips. “Shhhhhh.”
“You’re a such a ruthless cunt.” Jesse smiled wryly, controlling his nervous laughter.
“Yeah, but you like it, so shut up and get to work…I’m starving.” Ashley blew Jesse a kiss, batting her eyes innocently.
“Like a demon dressed in a nun’s outfit.” With that, there was a knock at the door.
“Steven, honey let me in, it’s fucking cold out here!”
Jesse drew the knife so closely to Steven’s throat that he pierced the skin, a small blood droplet oozed down his neck. Ashley went to the door, opened a small bit only enough to show her own face.
“Oh I’m sorry, I must have the wrong room, I’m looking for my fianc?” Ashley grabbed the woman’s shirt collar and pulled her in so fast she was flung to the floor, with the door slamming behind her.
“What the fuck?!? You bitch!!!” The woman scrambled backwards on the ground, running into the bed post on the floor.
“You better shut the fuck up unless you‘re spoken too, or I’ll jam this god damned knife down into your mouth and another up your cunt!” Malice shadowed every part of Ashley’s face as she pulled a small knife from the nightstand drawer and threatened Steven’s fianc? “Now tell me your name, you ugly cunt.” The now terrified woman remained silent, still in shock and unsure how to react and if it was a trap. “SPEAK BITCH!” Ashley smacked her upside her head.
“Tara.” The tears began to stream from her eyes.
“Good, see that wasn’t so hard. Now lay on the other bed, away from your ever so faithful fianc?” Tara did as she was told, crying uncontrollably. Jesse tied her up with torn up sheets and gagged her with Steven’s boxers. He kissed her forehead gently, and leaned down to whisper in her ear.
“Good girl, good girls get rewarded, remember that.” Jesse cut off her clothes, the humiliation set in on Tara deeply. It showed as she looked away and turned red all over. Steve’s boxers were used to gag the petite redhead, and sheets were torn to bind her hands and feet.
“Now, where were we?” Jesse’s cynical remark brought total fear in the eyes of tortured man. “This is gonna be too much fun.” With that, Jesse took the scalpel and jammed it clear into the underside of Steve’s chin. Blood oozed quickly down over Steve’s neck and ran down Jesse’s arm. The scalpel moved with ease as clean cuts were made clear around the face. Steve no longer was a man to Jesse and Ashley. He was but a toy, a simple plaything to amuse themselves and a torture tactic to abuse Tara. Tara watched in utter horror and began to scream beneath her makeshift gag. A playful giggle came from Ashley as she pranced manically around the girl, pulling her hair and smacking her just to hear her shriek even more. Jesse stood up holding the sheet of fresh skin like a mask, Steven’s chest heaved. He was still alive, a muffled gurgle seemed to make its way through his throat. Steven coughed up a large amount of blood that dripped its way over the clean linen. Ashley got close, licked up a line of blood and laughed.
“He tastes close to death. Yum.” Jesse was already at work on Tara. He toyed with her at first. Jamming a cook’s knife into her pussy repeatedly, carving her from the inside out as she arched and tried her best to lash out. He sliced her open from clit to throat and did his magic work with the scalpel to her face like he did with Steve. She let out a blood curdling scream as the scalpel was now injected into the underside of her chin. Her skin seemed to peel off perfectly, as Jesse was now drenched in blood. From behind, Ashley placed the sheet of skin from Steve over Jesse’s face, tying a string to the back. He stood and turned to view his raven-haired lover, his eyes peering through Steve’s face. Jesse looked over to the bed, and noticed while he was working on Tara, Ashley had fun on her own. Steve was rolled onto his side and gutted, blood spilling everywhere and pooling on the ground. Her body was covered in red, a line of Steve’s sweet nectar was drawn down to her groin. Jesse knew then, that Ashley’s appetite was at its peak. Tara’s face was placed over Ashley’s. Now both predators have become the prey. Ashley reached for Jesse’s belt, snapped it off and zipped his pants open. She knelt at his feet and began to suck. Both Tara’s lips and Ashley’s lips worked themselves over Jesse’s shaft. His erection full on to what became a double blowjob. Gliding her mouth over his dick, Jesse came spewing his seed onto her tongue. He pushed her down to the ground, kneeling before her as he reached over and cut out Steve’s intestines to tie her hands to the nightstand legs. He watched as the warm blood flowed down Ashley’s arms, chest and stomach. His tongue followed suit and he found his way down between her legs. Licking her inner thighs, he slipped his fingers into her pussy. So wet, she started to drip over his hand and moan from beneath her human mask. Both corpses staring blankly as the hunger continued. Jesse’s heated form moved up Ashley’s body, groping and pawing at her tits as his hips moved between her legs, plunging his cock into her dripping pussy, just as Steven might’ve wanted to do. A small scream erupted under from Tara’s face. Ashley tugged and pulled against the slippery restraints, swearing as she neared her climax.
“Not yet, I’m not done with you yet.” Jesse pulled out and untied Ashley’s hands. Moving her on her hands and knees, Jesse used the intestines to wrap around his mistress’s neck as his cock disappeared straight into her cunt. One hand holding the choke collar like a noose, and the other hand gripping and pulling on her long hair. Ashley arched her back into Jesse as she tightened her pussy muscles over him. With a loud scream, Ashley’s juices washed over as she hit a powerful orgasm, coming hard as Jesse pulled on Steven’s guts to choke her quiet. One swift motion, Ashley had Jesse pinned to the ground, straddling his hips and reaching over to hack open Tara’s chest. A few loud cracks of bone, and Ashley had her prize. She ripped out her still heart and held it high above Jesse’s face. She squeezed it gently at first, letting it trickle steadily on his lips for a taste. Ashley’s hips began to sway, she could feel the wetness slip between her legs and she shivered. She clenched her fist and Tara’s heart popped and an explosion of blood splattered on Jesse’s body. Ashley came once again, this time to the sheer amusement of holding what was once living, and she turned it to nothingness. She brought her hands down and dug her nails in deep over Jesse’s torso. She loved to hear him moan and feel him breathe beneath her. She watched as her master’s eyes rolled back, feeling him thrust in harder and harder. With one final shove, he exploded deep inside Ashley’s pussy. She shuddered and leaned down to kiss his neck and run her hand through his hair. She lifted the Steve-mask and kissed Jesse’s bloody lips. After a quick smoke, the couple showered and changed, cleaned their tools and left the hotel room, leaving the “do not disturb” sign on the door handle. Together, they left nonchalantly and made their way off to their next city.

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