Fantasm

Fantasm

Karen and Michelle’s Sad Story Part 1 Chapter 5

Karen and Michelle’s Sad Story Part 1 Chapter 5
By Redlegtiger
Please remember that this is fantasy and anyone thinking that they should do these things in real life, deserve to be locked up and have the key thrown away and play sissy slut to their cell mate for eternity. If you are not at least 18 years of age please leave.
Chapter 5, Back to the Cabin for Clean up
When Karen passed out from the pain of the piercing and cauterization, it didn’t take long before a little of the piss and shit mixture that was flowing through the tube to trickle down her wind pipe. As soon as the acid hit the sensitive lining of the bronchial tube, the burn caused her to quickly wake up in a coughing fit. This caused the shit and piss mixture to be sprayed through her nose out over her mouth, chin and tits. Because she was strapped into the chair, she could not move to help ease her coughing spasm. She continued to cough so hard that she threw up. Most of the vomit went down the big tube connected to her ass. But some sprayed all down her front through her nose. Because she was strapped into the chair, she could not move to help ease her coughing spasm. When everyone heard the coughing, they all looked over at Karen and started laughing at the sight of her.
They went back to discussing the plans for widening the rift between Karen and her parents. This would effectively smash any hope that Karen might have of help. They also wanted to humiliate her in front of her high school class mates and with the help of some key selected and trusted adults and community leaders, smash any hope she might have of getting rescued. John turned to Darrell and said, “I know that you have decided to start Karen’s training earlier than we discussed, but I think you should take it easy on her until the party Saturday so she can heal from the piercings. You don’t want her to get an infection or do anything that could threaten her health and cause her to loose the baby.”
Darrell got a big grin on his face and answered, “Don’t worry dad. I hadn’t planned on anything that would jeopardize the baby, but there is still a lot that can be done to make her a good and proper little submissive.”
John then asked Joey, “Have you gotten my special order in?”
Karen had caught some of the conversation and began to panic at what they were saying. How could they do this to her? All she ever wanted to do was to go to college and maybe meet someone she could love and marry. Now she finds herself in the hands of a perverted family who find joy in torturing young women. Oh god she wanted to go home to her mom and dad. She wondered why she didn’t listen to them in the first place. If she had, none of this would be happening. Now she had no future. No chance to even decide what to do with her own body. She couldn’t live life like this, no, there had to be a way to get away from these monsters. Tears were streaming down her cheeks and her eyes were blood shot from her crying. The taste in her mouth was awful as well. It was all she could do to keep from throwing up again.
Joey had gone to his storage room and returned with a package that he gave to John. John presented the package to Darrell and said, “Here’s a little wedding gift for you. Your mother and I thought that you might get some good use out of these.”
Darrell immediately opened the box and found 5 metal cylinders that looked like silver vibrators of varying sizes ranging from one inch to three inches wide by half inch increments and all about 8 inches in length. Darrell picked up one of them and found it to be fairly slick. He asked his dad what they were for.
John explained, “These are training dildos. They are designed so that when they get a little moisture on them, they are very slick and almost impossible to grasp. They are also pressure sensitive. The trainee must maintain a certain level of pressure on the dildo or it will send a shock into the trainee. There are 5 levels of shock that you can set by remote. Finally, there is a temperature sensitive gauge at the bottom end. If the dildo starts to slip out of her cunt, it senses the temperature change. If it drops between 3 to 5 degrees, it has some spring loaded pins that will be released and will spring out into the flesh of the cunt. Not only is this painful, but it will start shocking the trainee every 5 minutes with the highest setting shock until the slut’s master comes in and resets everything. Your mom and I thought you might need some help in getting some basic equipment, so we ordered you these to get you started with your dear little wife. We didn’t expect that you would get started training her so soon. And especially to arrange for her to be used in order to get some of tools and equipment you need. We are very proud of you for what you are doing. You are going to be a fine master some day.”
Karen heard what Darrell’s dad had said and screamed and shook her head no. Her face was a mask of fear and desperation. She tried to pull herself free of the chair and it rocked back and forth. The others looked over at her when they heard the noise and just as they looked, Karen had rocked the chair too far one way and it toppled over to the left. When the chair finally came to a stop, Karen was sobbing and crying so uncontrollably that her whole body shook in spasms.”
Darrell thanked his dad and then looked at Joey and asked, “Do you have a tarp to put in my trunk so that Karen doesn’t get crap and urine all over the inside of my car?”
Joey got the tarp for Darrell and they went outside and lined Darrell’s trunk. While they were doing that, Joey told Darrell, “You know, your little slut in there made me 35 hundred dollars. I tell you what. Your mom and dad are good friends of mine. So I’m going to give you all of the equipment you selected for free as a wedding present. Also, you now have a 35 hundred dollar credit line that you can use to purchase additional equipment.”
They finished with the car and went back in the shop. John had released Karen’s cuffs and she was getting up from the chair as they entered. Darrell asked, “Joey, do you have a heavy gold or silver chain to connect to the Nipple and clit rings. I want it with a heavy ring that I can attach the leash to?”
Joey grabbed a gold chain from the counter display case that was just what Darrell wanted. He went up to Karen, looked at Darrell and asked, “May I”. Darrell shook his head yes and Joey connected the ends to the newly installed rings. He gave each one a tug individually causing Karen to scream in pain each time.
Darrell attached the leash to the chain where they joined and gave it a stiff tug. Karen again squealed in pain, but quickly followed out to the car. She looked a sight with a dildo in her cunt, a dildo with a large tube in her ass and a smaller tube from her cunt that went to her mouth and was attached to a gag. On top of all this, her hands were cuffed behind her back, her front looked like it was covered with shit and she was being led around on a leash connected to gold chains hooked to her tits and clit. It was Quite a sight in deed. When they got to the car, Darrell opened the trunk and ordered, “Get in the trunk and lie down on the tarp. I don’t want any of that filthy shit you’re covered in to get on my car.
Karen climbed in as best as she could, all trussed up the way she was. Once in the trunk, she curled up in a fetal position and just lay there in her misery crying. Darrell then went up to his parents and asked, “Are you going to make the arrangements for Saturday as we discussed?”
They assured him that they would have everything ready. They gave each other hugs and then parted their separate ways.
When they got to the cabin, it was almost dark. Darrell opened the trunk and ordered Karen to get out. After struggling for several minutes, she finally managed to get herself out of the trunk and stood looking at Darrell with fear and loathing in her eyes. He immediately slapped her tits hard and asked, “Is that the position that I told you to assume in my presence?”
She immediately went down on her knees facing Darrell with her head bowed down. After making her wait for a few minutes, he finally undid the cuffs on her wrist and asked, “Have you learned your place now?”
All Karen could do was shake her head in acknowledgment, keeping her head turned down. He finally ordered, “Karen, go out back to the well and clean your self off. You stink to high heaven. There is no way that anyone will ever have anything to do with you looking like that. You make me sick just looking at you. Go ahead and take everything off but the nipple and clit ring chain. You better hurry too, I’m going to take you out to dinner at a restaurant and I need enough time to make sure you’re properly dressed and ready for the trip. By the way, make sure you clean your self and the equipment well inside and out or she I’ll give you 10 swats for every time I find a spot.”
Karen started to get up to go to the well pump when Darrell put the flat of his foot on the side of her rump and pushed. Karen went flying and landed on her right side getting scraped in the process. He asked, “Is that the way I told you to move around when we are here. Karen got down on all fours and began crawling on her hands and knees to the well pump. The first thing Karen did was to get up on her knees and removed the harness holding the gag. She yanked the gag out of her mouth and released the pressure from her cramping intestines and the liquefied shit sprayed all over her face as she removed the gag. She immediately fell back down to all fours and threw up the urine and shit mixture that she had been forced to swallow. She continued to wretch and dry heave for about 5 minutes before she was finally able to get control of herself.
Once she was finally able to stop throwing up, she began to carefully remove the catheter up her urethra. She grit her teeth and groaned from the pain as she pulled the catheter out. She finally grasped the dildo in her ass and removed it. She still had stomach cramps and felt like she had to shit. She looked around and saw a small building that was about a 100 feet from the cabin and thought that it was probably an out house. When she got there she found she was correct and went in, removed the dildo in her cunt and sat down on the seat to finish shitting out the gallon enema she received last night.
Just as she had a strong flow of diarrhea begin, the door opened and Darrell grabbed her by the hair and yanked her out of the out house on to the ground. The shit from her diarrhea just sprayed all over the seat and floor of the out house and on the ground in front of the out house. Darrel screamed, “You bitch. You are not good enough to use any of the facilities around here. If you have to piss or shit, you go into the woods on all fours. Then you piss or shit while you’re still on your hands and knees. Now get over to the well and get yourself cleaned up so we can go to dinner.” As he turned to go back into the house, he looked over his shoulder and in as stern a voice as possible told Karen, “When we get back from dinner, you are going to clean up the out house by licking up every bit of that shit up with your tongue.” Karen turned nauseous and almost threw up just from the thought.
Karen crawled over to the out house door and reached in and grabbed her dildo. As much as she would like to just throw it away, she knew that Darrell would punish her severely if she didn’t have it in when she went inside. It was at that moment that she realized that she had left her anal dildo in the trunk of the car. She immediately began to panic. She knew she would be punished if she didn’t have the dildo in when she went into the house. She decided that she would go ahead and get cleaned up and see if she could think of something in the mean time.
While she was cleaning, she noticed that Darrell stepped out the back door and put a plastic lined box down on the ground to the side of the door. He told Karen to put the cleaned equipment in the box when she was done. He also tossed a bar of lye soap to Karen and told her to use it to clean up with, including her ass and cunt. He reminded her that he would be checking to make sure she cleaned all of her nooks and crannies. Karen was initially very glad that he had given her soap to clean with. That is until she began to feel the burn that lye soap causes, especially if left on for very long. This soap had a very high concentration of lye and really caused her skin to burn painfully, even when left on very briefly. She knew it was going to be excruciating to use it on her tender abused vaginal lips and anus. She also knew that if she didn’t, Darrell would really punish her severely so she decided to do the best she could and just bear with the pain.
When she finished cleaning herself, her skin was a very pink glow from the harshness of the lye. Her ass and cunt were on fire as she knew they would be, but she went ahead and ignored the burn and began to clean the equipment. She began by taking everything apart and then washing each item individually. When she got an item cleaned, she would put it in her mouth and crawl over to the box and put it in. The hoses she wrapped around her neck and crawled over and put in the box. While she was doing all this, she realized that she might be able to get her ass dildo without Darrell ever finding out.
She thought back to her night at Mistress Lynn’s and how slut had made requests and she decided to try that. She crawled up to the back door and assumed a kneeling position and knocked on the door. She immediately sat back on her heels and bowed her head with her hands behind her back. Darrell opened the door and looked at Karen with a smile on his face and asked, “What is it slut?”
Karen immediately shook her head no while saying, “Master, this worthless slut has remembered that she lay on a tarp in the trunk of master’s car and got it dirty. This worthless slut can’t finish cleaning until slut goes and gets it and brings it back for cleaning. If master could please bother to spare a brief moment of his time to use his remote to open the trunk, this worthless slut will retrieve the tarp and bring it back here to clean properly.”
Karen stayed in the kneeling position praying that Darrell would not suspect that she had an ulterior motive in asking. Darrell after a long pause told slut to go ahead and get the tarp from the trunk. He would make sure it was opened for her. Karen felt a brief surge of excitement that her plan might just be working and quickly got on all fours and started crawling to the car in front of the house as Darrell closed the door.
When Karen reached the car the trunk was opened. She quickly kneeled up over the open trunk and looked for her dildo. She didn’t see it anywhere at first and began to feel a little panic set in as she searched every nook and cranny of the trunk. She finally found that it had rolled into the well for the spare tire. She tried to pick it up, but it wouldn’t come loose. No matter how hard she tried, it wouldn’t budge. She finally realized that if she loosened the spare, that it would likely come out very easily. She unscrewed the large wing nut holding the spare several turns and then tried picking up the spare with one hand while picking up the dildo with the other. She finally got the dildo loose and sighed in relief that her plan was working. She placed the dildo in the center of the tarp and grabbed the corners of the tarp and began folding them up over to the center. When she had the corners and edges folded over so that the shit wouldn’t leak onto the trunk of the car, she carefully lifted it up and out of the car. She closed the trunk and took the four corners of the tarp and put them flat side together and bit down on them and started crawling back to the well pump at the back of the house. She thoroughly cleaned the tarp and neatly folded it and took it to the box with the other equipment. She went back to the well and cleaned the dildos. She slowly reinserted them into her cunt and then her ass. Then she crawled to the door, knocked on it, and assumed the same kneeling position as before.
When Darrell opened the door and saw Karen in the proper position with her dildos in place, he smiled and said, “Very good bitch, I see you finally finished. It sure took you long enough and I see that you remembered to put your dildos back in like a good little whore. Come on in and assume the proper position in front of the fire place.” After Karen crawled in the door, Darrell picked up the box of equipment that Karen had cleaned and brought it inside with him. He took it with him to the main living area of the cabin and sat down on a recliner. He sat the box down in front of him on the floor and started going over each one carefully to ensure that each was properly cleaned. When he was done, he put the items back in the box and congratulated Karen. “Well it looks like you have avoided any additional punishment. Everything was very clean, just like it’s supposed to be.” When Karen heard him say that she hadn’t earned any additional punishment, she started to panic trying to figure out if he had caught her without the anal dildo or what other infraction she may have done other than the mess in the out house. Darrell continued, “Let’s just add up your punishment. I think it’s only fair that you receive 10 swats for each infraction, don’t you.” Looking at Karen and waiting for an answer. Karen, without raising her head and continuing to look at the floor knew that she was already in for a rough time and wanted to desperately try and get Darrell to ease off a little so she answered softly, “This worthless whore defers the determination of how much punishment this slut deserves to her Master. This slut hopes master will be merciful.” Darrell got a big grin on his face and started counting up the infractions. “Your first offense was to leave your dildo for your ass in the trunk of the car.” Karen gasped at the revelation that he knew about her leaving the dildo behind and also at that moment knew that she was in deep trouble for attempting to deceive of him.
Darrell continued, “That will earn you 10 swats. The unauthorized use of the facilities is another 10. The trip to the car to get the tarp and your missing dildo will earn you 10 for the missing dildo in your cunt and 10 for the one missing from your ass. Then it’s 10 more for each one missing on your trip back to the well pump. And finally, there are 30 for trying to deceive me about forgetting your anal dildo. Now if I am not mistaken, that is a total of 90 swats. I am going to round it up to a full 100 for taking so long getting cleaned up.”
Karen started sobbing completely out of control, but did somehow manage to stay in a kneeling position. He stood up and walked up to Karen and ordered her to open her mouth. He unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out and inserted it in her mouth. “Drink up bitch and don’t spill a drop. When your done, start giving me a blow job and I’ll tell you how you can work off some of your swats.”
Karen struggled a little trying to drink all of his piss while still crying. But she resolved herself to listen and hoped that what Darrell wanted her to do to work off all of her swats would not be too hard. When he stopped pissing in her mouth she immediately started sucking him as if her life depended on it.
He continued telling her, “If you are a good girl tonight, and do everything I tell you without any complaints, I will take off swats as I feel are appropriate for your cooperation.”
Karen resolved at that moment that she would do whatever she had to, to avoid being spanked again. Her ass was still very sore from the first spanking that he had given her two nights previously.
Darrell stood there thinking how lucky he was to have landed such a submissive slut. He thought about all of the fun he was having with her and how much more fun he was going to have in the future.
Karen quickly got into a good rhythm and started twirling her tongue around the head of his dick and taking him in as far and as deep as she could. When she felt the head of his dick hit the back of her throat, she closed her eyes and swallowed while trying to push it farther in. She knew that this would please him and she so desperately wanted to please him. Finally after a bit of effort, her nose hit his pubic hair. She continued swallowing repeatedly until she was about out of breath. She started to pull off to get some air but Darrell was so close that he grabbed the back of her head and held her in place. She began struggling desperately to get a breath of air and the added stimulation brought Darrell off. He started pumping his come straight down her throat. When he was done, he pulled out and tucked his dick in his pants. Karen fell forward onto her hands and knees gasping to get air into her lungs. Darrell got to his chair and as he sat down told Karen that she had done a better job. When Karen finally got her breath, she resumed the correct kneeling position and waited for Darrell to tell her what to do.
Darrell told Karen, “Look at the couch.”
When Karen looked at the couch she saw that there were about a half a dozen outfits there. All of which were fairly disgusting as far as she was concerned. As she was looking at them, Darrell told her, “I want you to go over and try on each and every one of them.”
She crawled over to the couch and looked at the outfits. There was a pair of cut off Daisy Duke Shorts with a cropped off tank top, a green plaid skirt that was ridiculously short and a white opaque blouse, and a black skirt that was just as short as the plaid one with a loose fish net sweater top that covered nothing. There was also a long black skirt that was split up the side to the waist band and a white slinky Cami with thin spaghetti straps. There was a pair of tan Capri pants with an extremely low waist band with a pale yellow stretch tube top that couldn’t be more than 6 inches wide. The final outfit was a red mini dress with a deep plunge in the front and tied behind the neck leaving her back totally exposed.
She picked up the first outfit and kneeled toward Darrell and waited for him to acknowledge her. He had been watching her reaction as she looked at each outfit and when he saw her kneel submissively toward him, he asked, “Do you want to say something bitch?”
She immediately asked, “May this worthless slut stand up to change clothes please master?”
Darrell knew that he would enjoy the show of her dressing and undressing immensely so he gave her permission to try them on standing.
She stood up and picked up the shorts and pulled them on. They were very tight and she had to really struggle to get them up and fastened. The crotch of the shorts was very thin and when the shorts were all the way up, the strip pinched deep between the folds of her cunt lips. This caused them to be easily visible to any one looking. It also forced the dildo farther in to her cunt. The waist band was cut so low that you could actually see her pubic hair sticking up out of the top of the shorts. When she pulled the tank top on, the top showed a good portion of the top of her tits to just above the aureoles and hung just a couple of inches below the bottom of her tits.
When she had the outfit on, Darrell ordered, “I want you to walk back and forth so I could fully appreciate how the outfit fits you. Keep walking until I tell you to stop.”
As she walked back and forth her tits bounced and almost bounced out of the top. It also crept up the more she walked. She started to reach up to pull it down when Darrell ordered, “Don’t you dare touch that. Any clothes I give you to wear will be worn just like they are. You will not attempt to change how they ride on you no matter what. I don’t care if you’re in the middle of the town square. If your clothes fall or start to ride up you leave them alone.”
Karen continued to walk back and forth. Her cunt lips rubbed back and forth on the stiff material in the crotch of the shorts. Initially it was quite stimulating but it soon started to rub her lower lips raw. She knew that if she had to wear them too long, she would be in a lot of pain. Darrell finally told her to stop when she was in front of the couch and told her to try on the next outfit.
She took the shorts and tank top off and put the plaid skirt and see through blouse on. The skirts waist band, like the shorts was so low that the top of her pubic hair was visible. The skirt was so short that it only went a couple of inches below her cunt lips. He had her unbutton the blouse and tie it off under her tits. Again he ordered her to walk back and forth. She was the epitome of the walking wet dream. As she walked, the back of the skirt flipped up a little exposing the lower globes of her ass. Her tits were easy to see and bounced beautifully as she walked.
Darrell was getting hard again from the tantalizing view and he ordered Karen to stop and bend over. He went up behind her, flipped the skirt up, took the dildo out, rammed his dick in her ass hole and started fucking her with all of his strength. It took him a good 20 minutes until he was pumping his semen up her ass. When he was done he pulled out while giving her ass a hard slap and ordered Karen to clean him off.
Karen turned around, tears flowing down her cheeks from the coldness of it all. It was all she could do to keep from throwing up at the thought of sucking his cock which was covered in her shit. She finally closed her eyes, opened her mouth and took his deflating cock in her mouth and sucked him clean.
When Darrell felt she had done a good enough job, he told her, “You can try the other outfits on latter. It’s getting late and if we want to make it to the restaurant on time then we have to leave soon.” With that he picked up a pair of 4 inch healed pumps and through them at her and told her to put them on and put the dildos back in so they could get going.
This is end of Chapter 5.
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Fantasm

The Hideout

The music was deafeningly loud. The beat almost supplanted your own heart beat as you entered the dance club and were assaulted by the primal rhythms that rocked the air. The squeal of guitars and counter tunes of synthesizers split the air in a discordant symphony that sounded like sex. There was nothing else that came as close to sex as really good music and a crowd that moved in time with it. Like an orgy they gyrated on the dance floor, their lithe bodies entwining and almost melding into a huge fuck scene.
This is why people came here, they wanted to feel alive. They wanted to feel sex in the air. To almost be able to taste it with each breath. Some came to find people, some came to watch, but they all came for sex in one form or another. Peepers sat on the cat walk above and stared down at the throng on the dance floor, hoping for a quick glance of something more than dancing, a touch, a grope, tits bouncing free. Anything was welcome and they were never disappointed here. This place was sex.
It was called The Hideout. A simple name that said so much more than a name normally does. It was a hideout. It was were decent people came to be dirty and slutty. Where anything goes and no one mentions it on Sunday at church. This was the world that Mary walked into and the world that Chaz peeped out at her from.
Chaz was a regular here. He knew the crowd, he knew the beat. He knew every place that was hidden in the shadows. He should have, he owned the club…or at least part of it. He was a small share holder but, it was a very good small share. His hair was longer than most, hanging just below his shoulders and pushed back out of his face. Stray strands fell in front of his eyes as he surveyed the crowd and drank in the scene of their debauchery. He loved to watch people excited by meeting someone knew, doing something dirty with a new person. The bodies grinding together in time with the music, almost fucking on the dance floor.
Chaz saw Mary walk in and instantly thought to himself how out of place she was. She looked like she just got off the bus from the farm and stood out like a sore thumb amidst the mutant club kids that were all around her. He watched her as she looked one way then the other for a safe haven. He could see she was thinking about running, he didn’t want that. He moved quickly to catch her before she ran away.
Mary saw Chaz striding up to her with a purposeful look on his face. Among the crowd he fit in but stood out as well. His long black cloth trench coat flurried out behind him like a vampires cloak and his hair formed a mane that framed his handsome face in a very dangerous way, shading his eyes into a half shadow that was pierced only by the flash of the lights from the dance floor. His shirt and slacks were also black, but they seemed to be a lighter shade of black than his coat if that was possible and though loose seemed to cling to him in an almost sexual way. She wanted to run at first but, she wasn’t sure he would follow so she stayed.
Chaz walked up to her and sized her up. She was about 5’2″ with large breasts and short brown hair. Her face had a very innocent look to it even though her choice of clothing was anything but. The black knit dress hugged her body and showed off her breasts, flat belly, and her succulent hips very well. But there was something about the look in her eyes that placed her as not belonging here. Something so innocent she stood out despite her clothing.
Chaz licked his lips, innocence was so tempting. It felt so dirty to seduce someone innocent. She smiled as he approached but, there was a slight look of fear as she sized him up. He was tall and strong looking. His dark eyes seemed to draw you in and his smile was almost like the grin of a lion about devour his prey. There was definitely something predatory about him, something dangerous. Mary shivered, just what she wanted.
“Hi.” Chaz screamed into her ear so she could here him over the music. She smiled at him coyly and bumped him with her shoulder.
“First time here?” He asked her. She shook her head. That surprised Chaz, he had never seen her before. “Really?” He asked. She laughed and nodded to him. Chaz smiled, perhaps he had not given her enough credit. Maybe she did belong here, maybe the shy innocent look was her hook, her game.
“I’m Chaz.” He screamed in her ear. She held out her hand to shake his hand and he laughed, OK, maybe the shy routine was less practiced and more second nature after all. He shook her hand and she leaned into him to scream in his ear.
“I’m Mary.” She told him. “Nice to meet you Chaz.” She said with a Cheshire Cat grin that both intrigued and worried him.”Will you dance with me?” She asked and gave him a pouty look. Chaz laughed and nodded and led her to the dance floor.
They began to dance, apart at first until the music began to take them. The song was about sex, all the songs here it seemed were about sex. The beat seemed almost alive and they gave over to it after a few minutes. The songs changed but neither of them tired of the dance. Their bodies pressed closer together as they flowed across the floor to the center of the dance floor. Strangers all around them brushed up against them and the mass of bodies seemed at times to condense into a throng of flesh grinding together.
Chaz let his hands slide down to her hips and then onto her ass as they danced. Mary didn’t seem to mind, as a matter of fact she ground hard against him as he gave her ass a squeeze. Her dress slowly hiked up as she danced and Chaz caught a glimpse of her black lace panties. Mary gave a exaggerated shocked look and pulled the dress back down. Then she grinned at Chaz and he smiled back. Oh she was playing him all right, of that he was sure now.
They had danced for maybe an hour when finally he had to give first. He took her hand and led her off the dance floor. Both of them were sweaty from the heat of the lights and mass of bodies pressed together. They walked hand and hand up to the rear bar and Chaz got the bartenders attention. Mary ordered a shooter and Chaz got a beer. The drinks came and they toasted each other and drank their drinks. They screamed as much small talk as they could over the music and laughed when their words got lost into the cacophony of sound.
“Chaz.” Mary said standing on tiptoe to whisper in his ear. “Chaz, I need some air, lets step outside for a minute.” She said and smiled at him in a way that got his hopes up that maybe it would be a bit more then air he would get. He nodded and she led him through the crowd towards the door. The bodies seemed to press in and almost make it impossible to pass but, eventually they made it to the door and slipped into the blissfully quiet night.
“Man, I like good music but it does get to you after a while doesn’t it?” Chaz said as they walked around the corner of the building away from the front door.
“Ya, but I like it.” Mary said as she turned and smiled, “It sounds sorta like fucking doesn’t it?”
Chaz was caught off guard and didn’t know how to respond. He nodded and started to laugh. He had been played all right. “I guess that is one way to put it.” He said and Mary squeezed his hand and led him around towards the back of the club.
“Where are we going?” Chaz asked.
“Ummmm…back here.” Mary said and grinned at him. “Chaz, you aren’t scared of the dark are you?” She asked in a teasing way. Chaz squeezed her hand back and they walked around and into the back alleyway.
They slipped into the waiting shadows and immediately Mary turned and planted a kiss on Chaz that took his breath. He was expecting small talk, coyness, flirtation, but not an outright attack. Her tongue slid into his mouth and forced his lips open as her hands grabbed his hair and pulled him hard against her. Her breasts pressed against his chest and belly and his hands found their way to her ass. He was surprised to find her dress slightly hiked up so that he got half a hand of her bare ass and lace thong panties.
There was no need to talk now, they both knew what they wanted. Their kiss intensified and he grabbed her ass and lifted one leg up around his waste. He could feel the heat coming from her pussy and the leg of his slacks grew damp from her excitement. She let one of her hands drop down and grabbed his ass back and began to grind against his leg. Chaz slid his fingers under her panties and grabbed her bare ass, spreading her cheeks so that her pussy was grinding directly on his leg.
Mary broke the embrace and stepped back. Chaz was breathing hard as he watched her form in the dark. She pulled her dress up and off, her breasts hanging free and her panties pulled to the side, she was all but nude before him. Chaz was speechless, she was perfect. Her heavy C cup breasts didn’t droop or sag at all, her pussy perfectly shaved with the lips slightly parted in excitement. He reached out and she walked into his hand so that he had hold of one of her breasts. They kissed but stayed slightly apart as she grabbed his belt and undid it and then undid his pants. She pushed the slacks down along with his underwear and let his cock spring free. Chaz undid his shirt and pushed it open so that her bare breasts pushed against his hard chest. Mary’s hand wrapped around Chaz’s hard cock and began to stroke him until he was so hard he ached.
Their kissing became frenzied again, their tongues exploring each others mouths as their hands ran over each other’s bodies. Mary was pumping his cock hard and Chaz slid two fingers into her dripping wet pussy and began to finger fuck her in time with her strokes. Mary moaned softly and spread her legs so he could get the fingers in deeper. He could feel her juices covering his hand as her pussy dripped her juices. She reached back and rubbed her hand over his until it was wet with her arousal and then used that to make his cock slick as she played with it.
Mary pulled back, they were both breathing heavy and sweating. Mary smiled and pushed him back against the wall and then began to kneel down in front of him. Chaz moaned as his cock slid into her hot wet mouth. Mary’s lips stayed closed until his cock slid between them and into her mouth and penetrated her. He rested one hand on the back of her head and let the other hand hang free.
Mary gave great head. She sucked his cock all the way in and began to work her tongue all over the underside as she sucked hard and deep. Then she pulled back so that just the head was in her mouth and her tongue seemed to lick all sides of it at once. Chaz moaned and grabbed hold of her hair as she sucked the head. He looked down and she was looking up at him, here eyes barely visible in the darkness. She was smiling as she took the full length of his cock back into her mouth. Her fingers played with his balls as she began to suck him hard again.
Chaz moaned and grabbed at the wall for balance as his legs seemed to be going weak. Her tongue seemed to be everywhere along his cock at once. Licking and tickling the full length at once as she fucked his cock into her mouth hard and fast. Chaz was sweating and her hands slithered up his body and rubbed the sweat all over and caressed his slick skin. Her nails scratching his belly and chest as she ran them over him and he cried out slightly in pain but, loved every second of it and pulled her hands back up for more when she stopped.
Chaz was getting very close to cumming, he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold off for long with the intensity of her cock sucking and he tried to push her back but, she kept going working his cock even harder and squeezing the base of his cock with her lips. Chaz began to moan and shake and made a tight fist of her hair. Mary stopped and pulled back and looked up at him. Chaz was breathless and stared back down at her with a stupid grin on his face.
“Chaz, I have to tell you something.” Mary purred. Chaz tried to answer but, couldn’t catch his breath. “No it’s OK, don’t talk. I have to tell you though, I’m sorta a special girl.” Mary smiled at him and batted her eyes demurely. Chaz chuckled. “No, seriously, I am special.” Mary said and grinned at him.
It was when she grinned that Chaz noticed it, the elongated canine teeth. She had fangs! He tried to pull back but, her grasp was like steel. He tried to call out but found his breath still gone and no sound would come.
Mary laughed and then took his cock back onto her mouth, swallowing his down to the balls. There was a sudden twin stabs of pain and Chaz found his voice and screamed out in pure ecstasy as he started to cum like never before. He felt like his whole body was liquid and was shoot out in a steady stream of cum into this girl’s mouth. He could stop cumming until the world around him began to grow dimmer and dimmer and then went black.
The knocking at the door woke Chaz up from his sound sleep. He groggily got up and walked to the door to his apartment and flung it open without checking who was on the other side. The sunlight instantly blinding him, he groaned and turned and walked back into the living room.
“Hey buddy,” His friend Bill was saying as he walked in, “What the fuck happened to you? You look like shit.” He laughed and Chaz growled at him.
“I met some chick.” He said as he slumped down into the chair.
“Some chick huh? She still here?” Bill asked trying to peek into the bedroom.
Chaz looked puzzled and looked around. Was she there? “No, I think she went home.” Chaz said but, in reality, he had no idea where she was. He didn’t even remember who she was.
“Dude, she must have been some chick, you look totally lost man. She did you right.” Bill laughed and slumped down across from him on the sofa and kicked his feet up.
“Ya,” Chaz agreed, “Some chick.” He tried to remember her, but couldn’t. “She was…” His voice trailed off for a second. “A really special girl.” Chaz finally said and, for the life of him, that was all he could remember.
Billy laughed. “Now why can’t I meet a special girl like that?” He laughed and Chaz looked at him and tried to remember what was so special about her. It was almost there on the tip of his tongue and then it faded. There was something special, he was sure. He shook his head and tried to wake the rest of the way up. With how he felt, she must have been great cause he felt drained, he just wished he could remember it.

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Mardaani – A Fantasy – Part 4

This is a fantasy based on the hindi film Mardaani, starring Rani Mukherjee. I have used the basic characters from the film. However, I have kept the name of the cop as Rani Mukherjee for better visualisation purpose.

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Breaking out of Life, and it’s morales.

Introduction: If we could attain the things we desire, break out repetitive life style, would you do it?
First story, written on my iTouch, so do try and ignore the odd typos, really shit with touch screen and I do hate auto correct. Constructive critism welcomed.
If people like it enough, I will continue with many added themes I’ve foreshadowed but am yet to include.
Humans are a race that has an endless desire. Lust, greed, as cliche as they sound, we can never fully shake ourselves from it. My self included; I’ve always been envious of the PUAs, the lady killers, and douchebags whom also seem to somehow get laid once with a different girl each week if not fortnight. I’ve yearned for girls that I can not obtain, fantasized about things morally wrong and often, attempted to turn my fantasies into reality.
Being asian meant that pleasing in bed was more than fast paced pumping, as a race our average penile size is 3-4inches, and I am only a bit above that at 6, almost reaching the god phase for my race.
Of the 3 girls I’ve been with, 3 required me to constantly work out to maintain a toned if not fit body shape, 2 required me to practice knotting cherry stems with my tongue, (if you catch my flow, if not, tongue techs) and one required me to learn how to find the myth like G-spot with my finger. 
My friends are envious of me, so to speak I am ahead of them in the game, being 16 in just high school. But often, those techiniques are not enough, and you will continue to desire for more, your greed never satisfied.
Pained with my unattainable desires, I continue to lead my repetitive life, I guess I settled for peace, despite the fact that I wanted more. 
So sunny one day at the studio, everyone was preparing for the Media project, myself not included. I was spending time ogling the two girls who are soo casually flirting infront of me. Vivi, a short asian with dyed gold (not blonde) hair and rather tanned skin, bust and hips that seemed out of poportion for her size, was casually feeling up her friend, Josephine’s inner thigh as they talked about the editting for their short clip.
I was enjoying the show quite a bit, Vivi was not only rather hot but also knew how to present it and , in essence show it to the world. Her school uniform clings to her body as though it was her skin, and did I mention the girls uniform comes with a mini-skirt? All that meant Vivi looked like what she was in her core- a slut. To which she denies as she “only gives blow jobs to guys and only a few of them as taken her up the ass- she’d only let 4 guys do her in her pussy.”But inspite all that, I’d still tap it, fuck standards and morales. 
Her friend Josie here only squares (^2) the effect. With jet black hair, she had a golden waist hip portion, long legs, sweet face, high C if not D cups, and her ass seems to redifine itself each step she takes. Not to mention she only seems soo casual about wearing clothes a size or two too small for her, and does enjoy some rather… kinky things.
Not getting much notice, I continue to stare. Hummmmm it’d be sweet if I can lay the two of them together… Hell I’d settle for one of them at the cost of a limb. Ahahaha, the things I would do… Lil’soldier down there didn’t contain itself aswell as I’d contained my thoughts though. He stood up straight and alert, hoping for battle.
Well damn, guess thats the end of the que for my little ogling sesh, even though I’m only 6 inches soildier here will still be able to blow its cover. So I shifted a little bit, attempting to get back working, failing to realize that my neighbouring student Flora had been staring at my crouch for god knows how long. I wasn’t made aware of this untill lunch break actually.
As every normal- non-dementedly obsessed with losing weight teenager would, I decided to eat lunch. As I brought my food past the theatre from the canteen though, I was dragged by a set of hands into the theatre- quite a dark place to be.
It took my eyes several minutes to adjust entirely to the new darkness, and I dared not speak a word. Not because of the fact that I am scared, but because I felt something press against my back. I havent experienced this feeling the most often before, but I would never forget it. Its the soft feeling of breasts pushing up, boobs, although not too big, but never the less boobs.
“Hello?” I asked, fearing that my words will end this sensation. It did, but then came something better.
I felt tue hands which were huggin me drop down, followed by the unzipping of my pants. In lightning fast speed the hands took out my already hard cock and began the best hand job I recieved in my short lifetime soo far. Hell it felt better than my left hand.
“Ahh…” I did my best not to jizz, and had the mysterious god hand not stopped feeling me up I honestly say I would’ve. I’m not an exhibitionist, or atleast I’d like to think I’m not, but the thrill of potentially getting caught was adding to the effect.
I heard the person behind me moan a little, taking that as my que I turned around fast and pushed whoever it was to the ground. I must say I was shocked though, when the figure I saw before me was not only wearing some of the most kinky underwear I’ve seen, but also Flora, the quite and obedient girl whom all the teachers adore.
Before I can get a word out, my mouth was filled with her tongue. As she frenh kissed me, I was slowly pushed back down onto the floor, reversing our position from earlier.
As we continued to kiss, I felt a gentle tug at the tip of my penis. And then came the soft feeling of delight. Flora saddled me.
Hmm, thats odd, no resistence? She’s not a virgin? But I always thoug…..
My chain of thoughts was cut off as Flora started pumping, her movements vigorous. She broke of the kiss and started moaning, pumping harder and harder, faster and faster. Over her moans intermixed with mine, I can hear juices flying everywhere.
Her boobs jiggled up and down, proving how hard she was pumping on to of me- she only had B cups and the were jiggling as though they were DD cups being spanked with a power level of over 9000.
I cupped one of her breasts and pinched her nipple, under the dim lighting I noticed how it was light- mediumosh brown- not the fresh pink nipples a girl as pale as her, and esp one who without much experiencd would and should have. As I pinched her nipple, she shuddered, her vagina walls tightening and massaging my cock, almost sending me to cumming inside her right there. With maybe gods will, I just managed to hold of. She collapsed on top of me, suprisingly heavy.
Just as I began removing my shaft from her cushiony hole, she suddenly tightened it and somehoe sucked my whole cock back in. That brought me soo close to cumming, if I hold anymore I think I’m gona have blue balls.
“Not yet, we’re still a long way off from finishing” she smiled at me, her eyes gleaming with lust- and maybe its just me, but there was a faint glow of purple coming from it.
She then proceeded to humping again. I couldnt hold it anymore, and was about to release my load inside of her. “Arghhhh.. I’m cummin…” As I thought I could finally releive myself, I was proven wrong yet again.
Flora swiftly grapped one of her head bands and tied it near the base of my cock, keeping my cum from rising. Without a second spare, she proceeded humping me.
No longer being able to take it, I unleashed one of my many hard earned asian finger tehinques- with my free hand I took hold of her clit and began my “sensual message”. Her clit was rather large, almost one inch, but that made my job a heck lot easier. Within seconds her vagina walls tightened around my dick and another orgasm ripped through her body. My dick freed itself from her vagina’s grasp and followin next was the biggest squirt orgasm I’ve yet to behold; her sweet juice went a full meter out. At first I thought she was pissing herself, only realizing what had really happened after smelling it’s womenly odor.
I shoved her onto the side of the floor, in haste to remove the SnM binding gear on my lil soldier. Thank god, not much harm done. The only harm being I have a raging boner which wont go away. Looking to my side, another idea emerged.
I spread Flora’s leg open again, with one hand, I traced her pussy, making her moan lightly, the other, I used to mess with her asshole- mainly to check if she was clean enough. I didn’t quite manage to finish though, hardly being able to retain myself I thrusted into her ass.
What suprised me most was how loose her ass was, there was not an ounce of resistance. Flora’s face showed sheer bliss as I started thrusting, her ass offering almost no resistance.
Flora slowly started thrusting along my rythm, and then started going faster and faster, each time harder too. Maybe I was imagining things but I could swear I got larger inside her.
Moments later, I had blown the biggest load in my life. I thrusted as deep as I could go, shooting my load up her intestines for the next 2-3 odd minutes, feeling her shudder on my cock. Flora opened her mouth wide with her tongue sticking out, eyes almost popping. She looked as though she was going to scream, but no sound came out.
I pulled out of her, cock still semi hard. A new idea hit me. Dropping my semi-flaccid dick on Flora’s face, I told her “Lick it, and suck it clean.”
Although worn out, Flora some how managed to give me another excellent blowjob. Soo good my cock became hard again.
I stared at Flora as she had my dick in her mouth. Her hair, dyed purplish at its tips followed by dirty blonde, was now messed up. Although her sense of fashion was always odd, people always thought she was a good kid. Well, guess thats gone down the drain now, for mr anyways. Her loose asshole and impossible humping skills just spoke too much otherwise.
Suddenly the sensation on my cock faded. I look down to see that Flora was trying to put her underware on, I had no idea when they came of, and I had no idea they were this… It was a latex pair with… a lock and… a plug like thing? An anal plug?
Flora slid the anal plug in without much hesitation- little resistance was offered with my cum lubing the entrance, well, there wouldnt have been much resistance anyways.
As she put on her latex underwear, her knees gave in and she collapsed on her boobs, ass up facing up. Damn she looked so vulnurable.
My dick was still hard so I was tempted to go for another round, but a voice shocked me cold as I stepped towards her.
“Thats enough for a lunch break isnt it? Youve been going for 40 odd minutes, theres only 10 left untill the bell rings.”
Oh shit. Shit shit shit shit shit. I slowly turned my head in the direction the voice came from. Sat on the chair 3 rows away from my locstion was a blonde girl with tip drill hair. She carried an aura which can only be described as snoty.
“Just because it’s enough doesnt mean its over” she pointed.
“Hu..” as I looked towards where she pointed.
Flora was trying to hand me a pump. “Please, pump this, or your precious baby milk is going to leak from my ass.”
Not comprehending, I froze, “HURRY!” Flora yelled. I subconciously took the pump and started pumping as fast as I can.
“Ah, Ah, ah.. Ah! Thats enough, your going to blow my ass up!” Thats when it clicked that this was a pump for her as plug- the ass plug was inflating in her!
“I think thatll be enough from you, whore.” the blonde girl suddenly emerged from behind me. She proceeded to hit Flora across the ass. “So tell me, why bring yet another man?”
“I…I saw his erection during class… It… A… Aroused me… And I…”
Before she managed to finish, the blonde girl started unleshing a barrage of slaps on her ass. The position Flora was in before meant this took little effort.
Soon, Flora passed out. “Pathetic whore,” the blonde girl smirked “so, Raphael I take it is?” I froze. She knew my name, and she saw me do… Well what I did, and then she showed not a moments of hesistation in abusing a helpless girl: Should anyones normal reaction be calling the teachers over? She knows me somehow, could she be attempting to blackmail me?
The blinde girl slowly strolls over to me, and gives lil soldier a slight grab.
“You should feel honored to talk to I, Cecilia. A mere student should Be bowing their heads right now.” She almost sang out those words as she started to give me a handy.
Oh, wait. Cecilia. Bitchy. Suffering from princess syndrom. Oh yeah. The headmasters daughter. Royal lineage blah blah blah. But that does not answer my questions right now.
“I take it that you are in too much awe to even say anything.” She smirked again. “I take it that you know Flora here?” She pointed at Flora with her foot as I ejaculated in her hand.
I nod, unsure of what to say.
“Well, you should also be curious as to how she turned from the teachers pet into a public-use toilet who will fuck any guy that had a boner in class” She smiled as she slowly licked my cum out of her hands.
I nod more.
“*Chuckle* Come to my house tonight, you will find some very interesting assest and information.” She snirked once more before turning and slowly heading out.
“Don’t worry, your many secrets are safe.” she sang as she happily opened the door “Oh, and cum, rather tasty.” she added before fading out.
God damned dick tease, I’m hard again and I just came twice.
Just then, the bell went. Looking down at Flora, I wondered what I should do with her- leave her? Take her outside? How should I explain her state? 
I decided to dress her quickly. It was honestly hard though, given I had the urges to rape her again on the spot just there. Her.. Bra? Covered everything but her nipples. Infact, it didnt cover anything at all, it was a fishnet patterned latex bra that had a lacy fabric covering it. As I finished dressing her, I had the hardest time trying to out my hard on in my pants.
I rushed to my art class 10 minutes late, it was a food thing my arts teacher Ms.Baikats had a soft spot for me. Flora, whom I noticed 20 minutes later on was also in my class, was not so lucky. She got an earful for wobbling up to class with her hair all messed up, and her nipples perking out of her shirt and recieved a 3 day suspension.
Feeling guilty for the rest of the day, I headed home. Just as I unlocked the door to the aparment I’m renting, I recieved a text.
“13 Fesher ST, Bxxxxx, Post code 9909. Im expecting you there tonight with proper atirement.”
Oh hey, fuck. This rollercoast of a day aint gona end is it?

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The Unexpected.

***Contains Furrys*** ***This was written by my fiance to me when i was deployed figure i might as well post it for others to enjoy with her consent. By the way. if you dont fucking like it. I dont fucking care. Your comments of insults dont matter to me. This was for my enjoyment and i chose to share.***

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story of a masocist pt 1

this is my first story that’s why it short. it will include all of the theme i listed if ppl like it and want me to keep going with it. sry it’s so short.

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Nascio gets powers

I was thinking if I was even gonna post anything because I havent even properly edited the story but just gonna post it here maybe one day I get the corage to properly finish the first Chap and Edit it, hope you guys like it. This story has extreme scenes, if you don’t like it just don’t read it. And on a side note, English is not my mother language so there will be some mistakes. The good stuff starts at the final 20 percent.

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Horny Reunnion (part 1)

(This is a project I started with an ex of mine and is based on me and her in a mood very alike to our former actual sex life. As it is based on a real people, all details that could help identify us have been removed aside from my actual member size (believe it or not I frankly don’t care). To those who dislike that I’m sorry, but I figured it would help leave more to the imagination. English also happens to be my second language so I couldn’t writte many details even if I wanted to. So enjoy. I’ll appreacite any feedback weither it be good or bad as I plan on continuing this story and I’d like to improve my writting style and english. I’ve already written down 4 more parts to it and will post them over time if I get enough positive feedback.)
Not really sure how I ended up in this situation. Maybe I had planned it, maybe she had. Last drinks of the night hit pretty hard so I’m missing a few bits. I just remember the jealous glares of the men and her, smiling and laughing, next to me. Now I was in a room I partly recognized, next to a woman I knew too well, both of us sitting on her bed with one last drink in hand, talking about everything and nothing as we had all night. By now though, we were both drunk enough not to even care about holding back innuendos one after the other, as we always did to tease one another in the past. After a little while though I noticed she started being more quiet. Her alcohol induced horny amusement turned to an awkward silence. She turned her head slightly away from me, before asking the very last question I expected after all this time.
” So… what do you feel now? ”
I could tell she was blushing now, both by the obvious innuendo in it and the almost sad sincerity behind those words. I knew meeting like this would bring up old feelings. Moving closer to her, I wrapped my arm around her waist and held her body close, letting her head rest into my neck. She didn’t resist at all, instead her body fell onto mine almost of it’s own. Holding her close I spoke very gently.
” Honestly, I dunno… Hell I’m still too drunk to think… but I’m glad I got to see you smile again. ”
I could feel her body snug against mine as I finished my sentence. Call me sappy, but with an adorable girl like that, how could I not be? The cute moment only lasted a minute thought, probably as she finally opened her eyes, at least that’s what I figured by what she said after.
” You were right, it really isn’t subtle at all. ”
Note that my buddy downstairs is 8 inches long in fighting stance, no joke and this woman has quite an effect on me. In short she was now staring down at a fair lump in my pants. The problem now is the tone of voice she used when she spoke. Her depression had been cut short and this reaction was far from the girly giggles like until a moment ago. Her tone was surprised, almost impressed.
” Sorry… ”
I muttered, ashamed at my obvious absence of self control, even if this incredibly hot woman had been subtly teasing me for hours. I tried to look away so she couldn’t look up at me, but she quickly retorted.
” It’s ok… I’m actually pretty wet. ”
We both went silent for a little moment, I could tell she hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but now I really couldn’t help myself. That and I’m sure she could feel my heartbeat getting faster against her shoulder by now.
” You know he’s not going down for a while now. ”
She didn’t answer, but I could tell her breathing had become a little quicker and I could feel her hips moving very softly against mine, probably without even her noticing. Unfortunately after a while I could tell she was looking straight down at the bump in my pants. I could feel her hand moving close, but not daring to touch, the tip of her fingers gently caressing my leg. My hand moved before I could think. Grabbing her other hand into my own, I gently moved it over her skirt covered tights, making her entire body shiver as it passed over the top of her panties. Then I guided her hand directly over my hard-on, her thin fingers wrapping around the bump without a seconds hesitation.
Her hands guided by an old crave, she gave gentle strokes threw my jeans, as if she was trying to assert it’s full size with her fingers as it was still restrained. As she was already so enthusiastic, I wrapped my other arm around her body. One hand now gently massaging her inner thigh as the other slowly caressed her breast threw her bra, making her shiver and gasp with every movement. I could hear her moan softly every time my fingers moved a little too close to her slit.
She didn’t keep it up for long though. Without a warning, her fingers unzipped my jeans and fiddled with my underwear to get my cock out. Soon as she had pulled all 8 inches out of it’s restraints, her hand gently wrapped around the base and she leaned downward until she could take it in her mouth. Her lips moved slowly over the tip of my cock, but her tongue moved wildly, giving strong licks at the whole head before making fast circles around it. My breathing turned hard as I began holding back moans.
” Slow down. ”
Should’ve just shut up, cause I think the tone in my voice and the gasp at the end just turned her on more. She was now bobbing her head fast over my cock, trying to take in as much as she could as her tongue rubbed over the head. Her fingers even played gently gently stroking the base as she sucked me hard.
” I’m gonna cum! ”
I don’t know if it’s from the hand I had slipped inside her panties a minute ago, or from hearing me say that, but I felt her moaning strongly on my cock, the vibration making me go over my limit. Globs of white hot cum shot directly into her mouth, and she kept on sucking vigorously, as if trying to pump it dry. Swallowing it down, she finally raised her head. She looked at me directly in the eyes and I could clearly see a mix of excitement and embarrassment in her own.
” Sorry, I… ”
But I didn’t really let her talk, my lips were on hers before she could speak another word kissing her passionately. She fell into the kiss almost right away, her arms wrapping around me as she did. Bringing my head back I looked at her and said.
” Wanna skip the preliminaries? ”
” Oh god yes! ”
In a moment our clothes were off and I was laying on my back as she stood over me on all four, rubbing her large breasts over my chest as she grinded her slit over my cock. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was erratic, as if her desire wasn’t made clear enough by how incredibly wet she was. Seems she was ready though. Grabbing the base of my shaft, I guided it toward the entrance of her pussy, the head sliding over her lips and clit a few times as I tried. Her hips were moving uncontrollably. When I finally pushed it in though, a strong spasm hit her entire body, before she completely stopped moving. It’s as if she was realizing the size of the intruder where she hadn’t let a man in in so long.
I pushed it in slowly inside her, letting my whole shaft get wet enough before pushing it in deeper also letting her get used to my size at her pace. Soon enough she was moving her own hips against mine, trying to push it in as deep as she could. Our hips now moved together. I had spent the whole time looking up at her face, hypnotized by her expression of pleasure. Again I pulled her into a kiss, a deep long kiss. I could not get enough of the softness of her lips or the warmth of her breath. I could feel her getting even wetter as she sunk into the kiss, making it now much easier to move.
Even though she was so tight, I was now pushing it all the way in with strong thrusts, making her moan loudly into the kiss each time. I broke the kiss and laying down on my back, started pushing into her a little faster. Her upper body jolted up, and she gasped out my name loudly. Her moans were now loud and clear with each push and her hips were erratic. Her juices now covering my crotch as I pushed deep inside her. Then her whole body started shacking as she shoved her face into my shoulder, trying to hold back her scream as much as she could. Her tight hole firmly held onto my cock as she came.

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Reluctant Assassin Pt. 5

“Lady Bess.”
“That is going to cause a war.”
“My father wants her dead, because he thinks she has taken his second son captive.”
“You have a brother?!” I exclaimed.
“Half brother. I believe you know him. Jay Rauch.”
“I thought Jay was dead! I heard you killed him. He is your blood?”
“He doesn’t know.” Ayanami said calmly.
“But you had him interrogated! Tortured. How could you do that to your own family?”
“He betrayed me. I know how he was helping you. I just taught him a lesson.”
“Lesson?! I was the one who asked him to help me, you should have taken me, not him! Wait. That was why you took over my fort, wasn’t it? To control your half brother!”
“Father hates me. And he loves Jay. Even though Jay thinks he’s an orphan for his safety, father still loves him. I take over him, I gain recognition from father.” We began walking down the stairwell to the main landing.
“So I’m supposed to assassinate Lady Bess so your father can have his ‘captive’ son back even though the kid doesn’t know he has a father? What do you think is going to happen when he finds out you’re his own sibling? The man he hates most.”
“You kill Bess, we go free. Simple. I don’t think you understand the gravity of the situation we are in. My father is currently one of the most powerful sempers alive.”
“No, sir.”
“Excuse me?”
“I’m not doing that.” Ayanami stopped dead.
“I think you’ll find…” He pushed me up against the wall. “…that you will.” He muttered darkly.
“Ayanami, if you relieve me of duty I will work with you to kill your father. We’ll both be free.”
Ayanami punched me savagely with his teeth gritted, but it wasn’t whole-hearted, “Don’t try to make compromises with me. I don’t make deals with slaves.”
That stung.
“I’m not even on the official slave list.” I said, offended.
“Oh, really? I just happen to have the paperwork here actually.”
“What!” I practically screeched. “Let me see that!” I snatched the parchment Ayanami had produced and read it carefully.
It read;
MASTER *Unknown* AYANAMI KAGE
OFFICIAL ROYAL DEED TO BATTLE SLAVE 1170KAGE4
Late General Vincent Frau Hacku
VALID FOR LIFE
VALIDATED BY THE KING & THE LORD CHANCELLOR OF DETRIBERGH 13th AUGUST 10234
“When did you get hold of this?” I demanded.
“About….. three months ago?”
“When we were at Durzo’s. You had the cheek to request that my closest friend make me an officially validated slave to you?”
“Yes, though request is putting it lightly.” He said with a smile. “You’re doing exactly as I say.”
“Shit.” I cursed. Royal decree made it absolutely compulsory that I obey my master as a slave, even a late general like myself. Failure to comply means execution by the hands of the chancellor, or in certain events, royalty- which was likely to be my case. Either way I knew them all well. Of course before even that your master could choose to do the dirty work himself. I now had a duty to obey, regardless of the nature of the task. Furthermore, your master could send you in to assassinate someone and let the unfortunate slave be prosecuted for murder if caught. I was too precious an asset to Ayanami- I didn’t think he would do that, but he wasn’t afraid to use and abuse me as he saw fit, I could take care of myself. “You are under strict orders to find and kill Bess. I think you know where she’ll be. I’ll come with you, just to make sure you carry out orders.”
“When are we leaving, sir?” I said, pushing down my hatred.
“Give it a couple of days.”
“Yes, sir. And in the mean time?”
“I need to talk to Kaien and Taker. I don’t know what my father expects of them. Come on.” I followed Ayanami silently downstairs and out into the courtyard at the front of the house. Our horses were out and we mounted up to ride around to the military barracks. When we arrived some of the soldiers were out drilling under the command of our majors. They both smartly saluted Ayanami, and became immersed in some uninteresting conversation about the soldiers and their ‘satisfactory’ skills. Ayanami informed them about my assignment and told them about how I had been enlightened to my current status which was cause for much grinning from Kaien.
“Major Zelt.” Ayanami said seriously, “I require that you stay with Taker here whilst I accompany Hacku on an important… mission. As you know, you greatly shamed me that night in the prison and I do not find it easy to trust you. I think you’ll be more likely to remember to follow orders from now on.”
Kaien’s face completely dropped. I found myself grinning. “Uh…. sir?” He said, his face a picture of confusion.
“You heard me soldier. Stay here and help with father until we return.”
We headed back into the house and Ayanami left me to get on with my own business. My jacket was in my room and dry, so I threw it on gratefully and then settled back on my bed in silence. The room was empty except for the girl who had been staring at my back earlier. She continued to stare at me. She was about twenty. “Is there a problem?” I said, looking levelly up at her.
She startled. “No, I… I.. you just have so many…”
“Scars?”
“Yes…” She replied, blushing.
“Uh-huh. I know. You’re not the first to notice.”
“But you’re so young… Surely even Ayanami couldn’t inflict that many scars in such a small space of time?”
“I’m a semper, honey. Seven centuries in service to the crown.” I pointed at myself and grinned uncouthly, showing my unnatural youth.
“Oh..” She blushed harder, looking suddenly very afraid. “You’re Vincent Frau Hacku.”
“You got it,” I sighed.
“I’ve always wanted to meet you.”
“Oh? Why?”
“You just always seemed like a nice person. I lived in The City for a while. Followed your actions. Supported you with my mother.”
“I see… Well that was a few years ago now. I’ve changed.”
“I know. I didn’t recognise you.”
I coughed uneasily, sinking back on the bed.
“What’s it like to be a semper?” She persisted with her red lips.
“Hell,” I said bitterly. The truth. Simple to say, but so hard to understand if you haven’t been there.
“Surely not, I mean–”
“You have no idea.” I snapped. She shut up, fearful. I sighed and rubbed my face tiredly, “I’m sorry. I am. I’m just going through a hard time right now. Tell me, what’s your name?”
“Bess,” she replied, coming back to herself.
My breath caught a moment. “Oh,” was all I managed to say.
“Is that bad?” Her innocent amber eyes were wide and searching my face.
“No, no. Just… dwelling on… things.” I looked up and forced a smile. She returned it.
“What do you do for Ayanami? It must be a hard life to adjust to. General, to slave.”
Prince to slave, I thought miserably. “Ayanami has ways of making you settle in more quickly. I’m his personal assassin. Bodyguarding, not that he needs it, murder, intimidation, capture, other errands. He wants it, I do it.”
“How many have you killed?”
“In my entire life?”
“Yeah, if you don’t mind my asking.”
“Several hundreds of thousands, probably.” Strange thought.
“Does it not give you nightmares..?”
“My entire life is a nightmare. I don’t sleep.”
“I’m sorry…”
“I’ve come to terms with it now.”
After spending the next two days on my bed, forcing myself to talk nicely with the servants, Ayanami appeared at the door. All the servants- Bess, Tristan, Tod and Libby were in and playing cards at the table while I watched tiredly. It was The Day of Rest. Over those two days I had got to know Bess, and became sincerely attached to her. She was beautiful. Her amber eyes always searched mine carefully and seemed to know the truth. Her brown hair was long and silky. Her lips red and tempting.
“Hacku. Get up. We’re leaving.” The whole room fell silent.
I sighed and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. I grabbed my weapons and stood, making my way to the door. I stopped at Bess’ side. She was sat on the floor, looking down, very aware that I was looking at her.
“Bess,” I said softly, and stooped to kiss her, just once, on the lips. I left without looking back.
I followed Ayanami back to Lord Kage’s living quarters, and followed him in after he knocked at the door and received a response from Kage’s serving woman. I went and stood by the door again. “Ah, Fritz. Vincent.” The hairs on the back of my neck prickled at his naming of names. I bowed stiffly but didn’t come forwards. “You appear to have added to your collection of scars,” Kage said simply, looking at me harshly.
“Why would you care?” I snarled.
“You’re officially his slave now, aren’t you? Act like it.”
I looked down as a slave should, “Yes, sir.”
“Are you going to do the job?”
“Yes, sir.” I growled.
“We’re setting out now.” Ayanami added.
“Good. I want to see your skills, Vincent. Get out into the yard. Right now.” Kage rose and shooed me out of the house with Ayanami on his tail. “Elene, I want my sword!” He shouted as he went. Once we were out he stopped and waited for Elene, who appeared quickly with his sword and put the sheathe and belt around his waist. “Now, use what you want against me. I see you have no shortage of weapons. Go.” He whipped out his sabre and went for me, but I was quick enough to draw my dagger and sword and do a simple block. I had to stop myself from laughing at him. Kage smiled. “Got ya.” He said quietly, and then he swung his leg around and kicked me in the back of the head. How? I sprawled forwards on the ground and forced myself to my feet again. Kage was waiting for me. I’d have to be more careful. He attacked me with a series of blinding attacks. I kept up. Just. And then went at him myself with all my strength. Duck a swipe attack. Draw throwing knife. Throw. Right on target. The knife tore through the air and plunged into his shoulder. He didn’t even seem to react. Instead, he yanked it from his flesh and threw it straight back at me. I leapt sideways, just missing it. “So how’s Keira?” Kage shouted over the clanging of our swords as we came together again. He was smiling.
“You’re a tosser.” I said plainly, trying, so hard, to keep my face straight.
“You’re a slave and you should fucking act like it!” He roared, bringing his blade down hard. His anger made him blind. I dodged his attack and he somehow managed to hack his sword down so hard it partially embedded in the ground. I took the opportunity so smash him across the side of the head with the flat of my blade with all my strength. He went careering sideways and landed with a thud. Before he could even shout, I was on him. I dropped my sword and flicked out a wrist blade. I crouched over him like a wild beast on its prey and held it in animated suspension above his throat. He looked up at me in shock, not moving. I grinned down at him. “Happy?” I said savagely.
“You better assassinate Bess or you’ll regret that. Get out of my sight right now.” He growled after he had regained his composure. I left gladly, but I wasn’t looking forward to my task. Ayanami followed silently on my tail.
The impending doom of killing Bess slowly rose up inside me as our journey rolled on. I spent my silence frantically trying to think of a way to save Bess’ life. To no avail. Ayanami wanted to watch me kill her, so he knew I’d done the job. Back in the days of being a general I would have been disgusted at such a prospect. Even the thought of killing out of battle let alone a woman would have made me sick. Now I was different. Ayanami had changed me. We travelled much more swiftly without the Majors and simply changed horses at towns. But, the night before we were to hunt down Bess, Ayanami called a stop at an old abandoned barn in the empty plains. He tied the horses to graze on the sparse grass and settled just inside the rotten door of the old building. He sighed and then said, “Tell me about what you did all that time ago. Was my father telling the truth?” His voice seemed to come from the shadows, and seemed just as cold as them, but there was a hint of something else there too.
“Yes. He knew much too much.” I replied, sitting opposite him, caring nothing for ranks.
“I want to know what happened.”
I sighed. Would letting it all out heal my shattered heart? To this man? Somehow it seemed that way. I let most of it go. Most. “I suppose you’ve heard about Hacku’s Keira. Well. I know you have. That was years ago. Before you were even born. What I assume you don’t know is that I am of royal blood. It’s almost my only secret. Not very well kept, now. When I was 18, I was forcibly made a semper by some devil’s magic. The thought that I would be immortal drove me insane. I turned to drink. Lots of it. An immortal prince? Sure, great. A drunk, angry and hateful immortal prince? Not so much. But then I met Keira. I was charmed. I stopped drinking, and eventually we got closer. My father… my dead father, the King of the Four Seas, didn’t agree with my courtship. One night I had an argument. Hell, it was bad. I drank again, got so drunk I couldn’t think straight at all, which is hard for people like us. I tried to make Keira a semper like I had been, so we could run away together. You heard that I didn’t even bury her? Is that what they told you?”
“It is.” He said. No sarcasm. Just confirmation.
“There was nothing left to bury after what I did to her. I couldn’t make her a semper, not as drunk as I was. I was found in her chamber the next morning, knelt on a carpet of blood, and still weeping. They tried to take me. I killed them all with my magic and massacred my father’s home kingdom city, my place of birth- the City of the Coral. Everyone was dead. Bodies everywhere. The blood…. it was all over me. I can’t clean it from me. Never. Then I turned myself in, it was too much. I killed thousands, Ayanami. Men, women, children. Can you say you’ve done that and still have the will to live? Because I certainly don’t. The authorities came in from surrounding cities and kingdoms, locked me in a cell for weeks in darkness and no contact with the outside world. Then, one day all the lawmen of the Four Seas- the ‘Dirtyworkers’ they were called where I’m from, came and beat me and beat me and beat me, for days to try and make me explain my motives for killing an entire city aside from because of my lover’s death. I was young then- I made a mistake in that I screamed. It just fuelled them on. Those beatings….” I trailed off, fixated in the memory of the agony. “Those beatings set me up for the future, but they made me defensive in little situations, and totally against the laws. My legendary temper was simply made worse. The twelfth day that they came to hurt me, they brought a knife, they were going to give me a Glasgow Smile, Ayanami. So I killed them. All 16 of them. I escaped and came to these lands. I was the lone wanderer for months, and became self-sufficient in a way. I travelled, and as I travelled, I heard about the exiled prince. Durzo- Chancellor Durzo had been my friend when I was a young prince, and I heard from the travellers that he had left my country. It was after about another 3 years of being alone, with a new identity that I ran into him. He was a commander in one of the Guards, and he just happened to be taking part in initiation inspection when I went to join. He helped me from then on- made me a general after about 150 years and he had moved up to Chancellor. Some news of my past leaked- but it’s cloudy for the majority of the normal people.” I stopped and stared deeply into Ayanami’s eyes. I could see pain there, but not to match mine. “Then you came along.” I growled. Ayanami broke eye-contact. “Just as I was beginning to get my life on track. I’d even stopped drinking.” We sat in silence in the darkness for a while, then Ayanami got up.
“Let’s go. I want to get this over with.”
—-
I sat upright in the wooden chair at Lady Bess’ desk, acutely aware of my throbbing back after spending too long in a cold hard cell. Bess was explaining to Commander Trent how she wanted the forces distributed throughout the fortress, and also on high alert for intruders. We all knew she meant Ayanami and Hacku, but no one mentioned it. Something had snapped inside her. She was almost pro-active, having to do something every minute. She didn’t believe in putting her men at risk for her own means, but she was obviously terrified of Ayanami who posed a massive threat at the moment. “Jay,” Lady Bess said, looking at me with dull, sunken eyes.
“Yes, milady?” I said as politely as I could.
“Do you know anything about where Master Ayanami and Sir Hacku may be at the present time? We need to find, and apprehend them as soon as possible, you understand.”
“Yes, Lady,” I paused, thinking. “I cannot think where Ayanami and Hacku would go, I have heard of Master Ayanami’s hatred for his for his semper father and vice versa, and I also cannot imagine what he would want with Hacku and his two men. Hacku would be unable to escape from Ayanami anyway. He was in a pretty bad state. But there’s always the possibility that Hacku has turned to work with Ayanami rather than just serve him. You got the slave conformation papers from the Chancellor, didn’t you?”
“I did. Sir Hacku would never work with Ayanami. There would have to be a good reason. I simply cannot comprehend why Durzo sold his best friend and ally to his worst enemy!” Bess spat.
Trent coughed uneasily. Since his father had come here to visit him after hearing he was no longer under any false imprisonment his mood was considerably better. His alcohol problem, not so much. “Lady Bess. I think we should try to avoid personal topics here. We need to get Vincent’s forces back into a routine, or we could have problems in the long run.”
“Mmm.” She mumbled, resting her chin on the heel of her hand. “Gentlemen, it is late and we have spoken for a long time. I am sure you are all weary. Please, feel free to leave. But, Jay, stay here if you would.”
I nodded my acknowledgement and tried to massage my aching back better. The other officers left swiftly, leaving me and Bess alone in the chill hollow of what was once General Hacku’s office. Bess sighed. “Do you know what I mean when I say that that I want relief? From this?”
I looked at her quizzically, trying to grasp where this was going.
“I want to be free. I’ve wanted to be free since Vincent disappeared. Since he was captured by Ayanami and then somehow managed to end up in my own dungeons as a changed man. Have you heard about the past of General Hacku?” She asked me softly.
“No, my lady.”
“Ah. It is a sad one indeed. I can certainly see why Vincent would want his life to be over. His has been painful, and I’m sure it isn’t going to get any better. What I’m trying to say is, I want relief, and I think it is here for me.”
“It will be painless, I assure you.” A familiar voice said flatly from the shadows. I saw a movement in the shadow of the curtains behind Lady Bess. Eyes glittered in the darkness, and then he emerged, tall and- strangely- terrifying. There was a cold calculating professional in Hacku’s eyes. An assassin. A slave. Completely devoid of emotion and feeling. I stood, my chair skittering backwards a little, clattering. But then the noise stopped short and a hand fell on my shoulder. “Shhh.” Another voice whispered into my ear. I could feel warm breath on my neck. The hand pushed me back into my seat, and I complied, frozen with terror. “Just wait.” Ayanami hissed gently and almost silently into my ear. It sent a shiver up my spine
“Good,” Bess said, not even turning around, but staring straight ahead. She almost seemed to relax. “I’ve missed you, Vincent.” She stood and turned around to face Hacku. He looked down on her emotionlessly, but I could see behind his charade. “If you would allow me…. just one kiss… I would die gladly.” Bess stepped in close and Hacku allowed Bess to turn her head up to him and take what she had wanted all her life. With passion, she cupped his face in her hand, and even Hacku’s eyes fluttered closed in released emotion. She stepped back again and said, “Ah, yes. I know you never loved me, but thankyou, Vincent. I am ready.” Now she turned back away from him and stood tall and still, staring off into oblivion. I shouted out for it to stop but Ayanami’s hand clamped over my mouth, cutting me off short. He forced me to my feet and pulled me backwards, to the corner of the meeting room. I watched in mounting horror as Hacku took up position behind Bess and drew his sword slowly, the metal hissing in the silence. With a practised motion he levelled his sword horizontally, pointing at the back of Bess’ head. Quickly, he muttered something in a different language I didn’t understand and I felt Ayanami tense behind me. Then, quickly, precisely, he drove the sword and pulled back just as quickly. Bess seemed to stand unharmed for a moment, frozen in time. But then her legs folded and she collapsed to the floor. Hacku still stood in silence, his sword still levelled, bearing Bess’ blood. He seemed to be looking at the sword. Suddenly, he turned his icy gaze on Ayanami. Once again in another language, he growled something at Ayanami. He let me go and shoved me forwards to stand before General Hacku. I tried to stand up still, and I quivered as my eyes kept flickering back to Bess’ body. I sob threatened to escape and I smothered my mouth with my hand to mask it. All coldness had left Hacku’s eyes and he looked at me compassionately. Bess had been like a mother to me over the last few weeks. I didn’t know what to do. No doubt Hacku had to kill me now. He looked past me and to Ayanami. “What now? What do you want me to do?” He articulated slowly, then looked back at me. His eyes were emotionless again. That’s it. He’s going to kill me, I thought. “Jay. I need to tell you something.” He looked back up to Ayanami again. “Ayanami is your… bastard brother. I didn’t want to have to tell you like this, but I’m bound to Ayanami by law. I cannot resist him, do you understand? Please,” he gestured to Bess and he clenched his eyes shut. “I didn’t want to. Oh, God.” He buried his face in his hands and walked out of the open door to the silent hallway. He didn’t go far- we could still hear him sobbing outside. It took a while for Hacku’s words to finally hit me. Ayanami was my brother.
“You,” I said, turning on Ayanami. “You… bastard. You had me tortured. You’ve had Hacku tortured. And to what ends?! Can’t you see that Vincent is being driven crazy by what you’re forcing him to do? He’s completely losing it! You’re mad, and I refuse to accept you as my brother, you vile man.”
Ayanami looked away a moment and murmured something under his breath before raising his voice, “It is perfectly fine that you would refuse me, but if you would see father–”
“Lord Kage!” I spat, “Lord Kage is my father. Unbelievable. I do not want to meet your father. Never.”
“Please?” Ayanami said, almost inaudibly, his eyes pleading.
“If Kage is enough to send a man as sick as you cowering I certainly do not want to see him.”
—-
I could hear Jay confronting Ayanami. I didn’t care. I had just murdered Bess.
—-
After I had insisted that I would absolutely not see my father, Ayanami began to lose his temper. He took a step forwards, trembling. Before Ayanami could do anything, though, Hacku came striding back inside. Right behind him came Commander Trent with his sword pointedly jabbing him in the upper back. “Stop.” The commander said. “What are you doing….” He saw Ayanami emerge from his shadowy retreat in the corner. “You!!” He saw Bess. “Holy shit. Who did this?! It was you, wasn’t it? You fucking tosser!” He accused, looking at Ayanami, who grinned at Hacku in response.
“Kipp. Kipp!” Hacku tried to get Trent’s attention, turning slowly with his hands in the air. Commander Trent went silent and looked to him. “It was…” Hacku gathered himself up. “It was me. I know, I deserve a life sentence in imprisonment for unlawfully murdering a military leader. But Kipp? For God’s sake, kill me. Give me mercy.” He pleaded. I was gobsmacked- this was the real man behind all the fancy sword wielding and the strong general I had known since I had come here. This is what immortality had done to him.
“You killed Lady Bess…?” Trent was quiet with shock. “After everything? She trusted you, loved you, and you’ve tried- and succeeded- to take her life twice! You shitty human being. Remember when I said that the conditions you were under bound you to slavery more than me, and it was not your fault? I was wrong. You’re a pitiful murderer. You deserve to rot in hell! You are no friend of mine.”
“Then kill me.” Hacku broke in icily. “Kill this pathetic creature that stands before you. I want to die. Just spare me the torture. The imprisonment. The agony. Surely even I have had too much of that for eight lifetimes? I’m too old to deal with it anymore.”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that.” The commander said morosely.
—-
He put his fingers to his lips and whistled two ear-splitting notes. Suddenly, about twenty guards came rushing in. They took me by surprise, and I drew my sword as a natural response. Before I knew it, Trent had his sword pointing at my throat and I was surrounded by guards. Ayanami was in the same situation. “Put it away.” He said. The guards had been trained to ignore distressing things, I should know- I trained them, but some still gagged at the sight of Bess’s body sprawled on the floor. “You’re forgetting your training, boys.” I said, being my old self. Some shifted uncomfortably.
“What the bloody hell is going on here?” I heard bellowed from outside the door. A huge man strode in and then stopped dead at the sight of Trent. “Commander, sir!”
Any response Trent was about to make was cut off as I groaned openly, “Oh bloody hell. Not you again. I thought I’d got away from bastards like you.”
“Oh it’s the royal shitbag.” Hitch said, grinning.
My stomach dropped, how did he know about that? “Ok. I don’t know where you got that from, but I shouldn’t bring that up.”
“Why?” He smiled, knowing he had power here.
“Because that was a long time ago, a time that should be forgotten.”
“I’ll think about it.”
Sometimes I can’t help speaking my native language, even if it is a dead language to most people now. The amount of times I had cursed in Tyreannean and increased greatly since all my problems had started, but I’d already done it about three times today. I muttered a stream of curses to myself, much to Ayanami’s amusement who seems to understand it extremely well indeed. Trent jostled me with his sword. There was confusion in his eyes but he didn’t ask about our conversation, “You know the Sergeant?”
“Oh yes, we became very well acquainted in the Reignold Dungeons.” I said, too jovially for the topic. “Or more like, I became very well acquainted with his fists.”
“Want to be reunited, Vincent?” He butted in.
“Not particularly. I think your Commander has other things on his mind, you know. Maybe that corpse down there?” Hitch turned around slowly and looked down at Bess’ motionless body.
“Is that….? Shit. Oh shit. And this was you. You killed Lady Bess. Fuck! Oh, no oh no oh no.” He was cringing and grasping his hair with white knuckles. He turned to me, “You murdered her.”
The initial shock had kind of worn off that I’d killed her, but I still couldn’t bear to look at her.
“That’s it.” Hitch was trembling violently, and the look in his eye was that of death. “Commander Trent, permission to personally…. take revenge. For all our sakes.”
“Permission granted.” Trent replied almost immediately.

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Fantasm

His Hands

(my first time out here. Please be patient. Was watching a lot of vampire movies.. LOL)
I dream of his hands holding mine, but mostly I dream of his hands on my body, stroking and caressing my throat.
That sharp, metal, nail, dragging, ever, so, slowly, across my jugular vein, and down my neck, towards the valley of my collar bone. I can almost feel it now, as it slips diagonally past my tattoo, and traces an invisible line across my chest, mounting the hills of my breasts with slow precision. I can feel his hot breath on the back of my neck as he whispers into my ear. I can’t understand what he says as he speaks in a language I suspect might be Latin. His right arm holds me against his body tightly restraining me. I know I should run, but I can’t make my self move. His voice is so calming, so relaxing. I want to listen to him whisper all day, all night if he wants to. My knees go weak, and he laughs, such a hearty laugh, shouldn’t we all be laughing? His right thumb strokes the bottom of my left breast as he shifts my weight against himself. I can hear his smile as I gasp at the feel of him through his breeches. Never, have I felt so vulnerable as I do now. His length pressing against my spine, as he moves us about the room toward a burgundy velvet fainting couch.
Oh! How convenient, as I feel a bit light headed, like I am drunk only I haven’t had a drop to drink. Have I? Oh Wonderful! We are sitting down for a bit. My bodice is a bit tight I must lean back into the curve of the couch as he suggests.
Those wonderful hands are helping me remove my cloak. I look into his eyes and I can see centuries of love and loss. I wonder what has hurt him so badly that he has that look in his eyes. As if he could read my mind again he laughs and I smile shyly, wondering for the first time if I should have followed him from the ale house. But those hands…. Those beautiful hands that held mine for too short a time… large enough to span my entire back with one hand, strong enough to hold three pints of ale in a single fist. Those hands… those hands that now were removing my boots. “Wait!” I thought, “What are you doing?”
“Relax dear lady, I mean only to make you more comfortable” he said.
“OK, I guess that’s all right then” I thought. Never noticing I had not spoken my objection aloud.
His long silky hair hung like a curtain, framing his face. A more well defined, sculpted face you’ll not find this side of Mount Olympus I thought. Again with the wide grin from him. Him… what WAS his name? I could not recall…. Something about singing… Hmm I am almost positive it was Latin in origin… Something I stumbled over a time or two before I gave up and called him Your Lordship. What was it? It was going to send me to the mad house!
“Not to worry my pet, tis not of importance” he said.
Those hands… they were chilly as they rolled my stockings down. Goose bumps erupted on my flesh as I felt his icy touch. “You’re a bit cold my Lordship, we will have to do something to warm you up.” I said rather drunkenly.
“Yes, we will in due time.” He replied.
I gazed upon his black silk shirt and wondered how many days I would have to labor to earn such a grand item. I reached to touch it, almost fearful he would slap my hand away before I could caress the soft fabric.
“Wait!” He cried out. Removing his shirt he handed it to me, now I did not know where to look. A lady does not look at a gentleman in a state of half dress. And yet only he had ever accused me of being a lady. Giving in to temptation I raised my eyes to his sinewy chest, balling the silk in my hands I stroked his body with my eyes. He was something to behold. Alabaster skin that rippled over muscular hills surrounding the valley of the navel. A smattering of light brown hair trailing down into his breeches led to untold delights. He cleared his throat, and I caught myself staring at the ties to his breeches. I looked away only to realize I have scrunched the silk damaging the delicate textile.
“I am sorry; I fear I have quite ruined your shirt!” I whisper heatedly as I stare stupidly at the wadded up cloth.
“There are others.” He said calmly. Showing me his teeth, cocking my head to the side I realize now, he has the most beautiful smile. I can not seem to recall how I got here, only that this is where I now belong, here with him. Or perhaps I mean I belong to him. I am not absolutely sure what I mean anymore. I need a drink, but he says no alcohol for me tonight. I am to remain clear headed. As if that were true for this evening. I need to leave. I begin to get up and get my boots when, those hands, those striking hands gently lay me back down and I hear the whisper of Latin again.
“What? What are you saying?” I plead as I relax into the pillows he has placed behind me. Then those hands begin the task of unbuttoning my dress bodice. Agile fingers make short work of thirty-two pearl buttons holding the front of my grey dress together. Nimble hands unlace my corset as I lay breathing a little deeper as each stay is loosed. Latin words flow though my mind as I lay still as a doll in a child’s hands. The cool breeze washes over me and my nipples harden instantly. Those sprightly fingers sweep across my breasts sending my breath into ragged gasps. Those hands… Those beautiful hands I could watch them forever as they pull my braies down over my hips and across my legs. I feel no shame as I am exposed to his hungry eyes. As if this is the way it is supposed to be.
I watch as his hands unfasten his breeches, uncovering his manhood to my eyes for the first time. Leisurely, he slides his breeches off, I want to look at his magnificence but all I can see are his hands. Those handsome hands that move so easily, so quickly, they are like a blur.
I am getting cold I say and he sits beside me, his hand upon my thigh. Creeping ever closer to the apex of my thighs I can feel the cold steel point drawing loops and circles on my leg as he whispers words in a foreign tongue. This time I am almost certain it is Romany. The words flow from his lips as if water from a cistern and I am mesmerized. Hypnotized by his eyes and the soft lull of his voice I lay there as he strokes my prone body and moves his lithe body over mine. He turns my head with that sexy hand and that metal encased finger, when I feel a slight prick at my neck and he says.
“Shh! Tis only a flesh wound, I will kiss it and make it all better”
I feel a plunging in my neck and deep within my femininity.
“Aaaaaahhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!” I cry out. But my cries end quickly as I realize I am sitting in the middle of the bookstore coffee shop staring at a man’s very beautiful hands.

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