It was getting late and the young guy manning the reception desk looked like he wanted to be elsewhere. As Bob checked in he told the guy his story and the guy, feeling sorry and bored,  told Bob he'd flick on the adult movie channel in his room at no extra cost. Bob dropped his gear in the room and turned on the TV. The screen had a message stating the next movie was starting in twenty minutes. Bob headed over to the pizza place and left an order to be delivered to his room then went to the liquor store and grabbed a six pack. He went back to his room and had a quick shower to wash off the road grime and the pizza arrived just as he was putting his boxer shorts back on.

Bob dropped on the bed, cracked open a beer, grabbed a slice of pizza and hit the TV remote. The screen was counting down from ten till the movie started. Bob was now nice and relaxed and then the title screen flashed up saying the following movie was called strangely enough "Motel Sex". Straight away Bob was interested because it was filmed to look like a hidden camera.

A man and woman enter and stand by the bed. She looks like an ordinary woman, nothing too fancy about her appearence. He looks like Bob, a trucker, flannel shirt, jeans and boots. Probably picked her up at the truck stop thought Bob. The man takes out his wallet an pulls out some bills and gives them to the woman. She unzips her dress and drops it to the floor leaving her standing in her g-string and high heels. The guy puts his wallet away and pulls out his cock. She drops to her knees and begins giving him a blow job. That was the whole film the man just stood without saying a word and the woman worked his cock hard, licking , sucking and jerking. The blow job lasts several minutes until finally he pulls out and giving himself a few jerks sprays his load over her face and tits. She licks him clean and he tucks his cock back in his jeans and leaves, again without a word.

Bob was getting a good buzz from the beer and the steady stroking of his erect ccock. The next scene kicked in and Bob could make out the backs of three or more people. The two guys in the centre of the screen elbowed each other and stepped aside to give the camera a clear view of the bed. There is a woman standing on the bed but from the camera angle her head is out of view. She is doing a striptease and the guys are clapping their hands. It's when she drops her skirt that Bobs attention is tuned in because those legs are leading to a pair of panties that are the same as he bought his wife for Valentines Day. Next the blouse is undone and tossed on the floor revealing a bra that matches the panties.

Bob stops stroking his cock, puts down his beer and moves close to the TV to observe the action. The woman turns her back to the camera as she undoes the bra. Bob can see the end of some blonde hair and starts to relax again as his wife is a brunette. Now the bra is flung aside and the woman turns to face the men, shaking her impressive pair of tits. Bob is stunned because he recognises the birth mark on the left breast and now believes it is his wife.

By now the men have undressed and Bob can see five different men standing around the bed stroking their various size cocks. The woman has again turned her back to the camera and fallen to her knees. With each hand she reaches out and takes hold of a cock. Two other guys are kneeling either side of the bed and are massaging a tit each. The final guy is running his hands all over the womans arse. The woman moves to her left to take the cock in her mouth while still holding the guy to the right. The guy at the end has flipped on his back and slid his head between the womans legs to work on her pussy.

Bob still hasn't seen the womans face but he knows it's her. She switches from the left cock to work on the right. The guy on the left steps aside to let another guy in. Her hand gropes till it finds the new cock and begins to pump it while still sucking the other one. The other guy on her right side has climbed onto the bed and pulling her panties aside slides his cock into her from behind. Her head comes off the right cock and she screams as he penetrates her in one push. The man under her slips out and with the other men standing around give each other high fives.

The guys hips bucked hard and fast against Bob's wifes naked ass and she let out a low, lust-filled grunt of pleasure with each thrust of his cock. Her tits swayed back and forth with the rhythm of his fucking and he squeezed the firm cheeks of her ass with each hand, her back arched and her muffled voice could be heard begging him for more. the men standing around the bed clapped and cheered.

Another guy was yelling "Let me fuck her,". She pulled her mouth off the end of another cock, licked her lips and simply smiled at him. The first guy pulled out without shooting his load. Finally she rolled over on the bed and presented her face to the camera raising her legs to remove her panties. With an agonized moan Bob at last saw the face of his wife. The next guy, fired by lust, rolled onto her and roughly thrust his cock up into her opened  pussy. She cried out once, but Bob could see him pushing hard against her while her hips lifted to meet each thrust. Bob continued to sit on the edge of the bed as his wife was now being filled by the second man. It seemed to take forever for the full 9 inches of his hard cock to slide up inside of her.

To Bob it seemed like the second guy pounded away for an eternity into his wifes pussy. A tall blonde guy then lay on his back on the bed. The second guy also pulled out without shooting and then his wife climbed onto the blonde guys cock. She was facing the camera so Bob could clearly see the cock disappearing up her hairy cunt and her lips grip the cock as it pulled back She rode this guy for a while until the last two guys called for their turn.

Bobs wife changed positions getting on top of guy number four. Her arse was pointed at the camera until man number five got behind her and rammed his cock into her arsehole. Her scream was not of pleasure as he manouvered about to get maximum penetration of her back door. Humping her was the word that came to Bob's mind as he watched his wife get ravaged by this man. Both men crushed her with each thrust into her twin holes.

Bob's body was shaking as he sat glued to the screen. Finally the guy behind pulled away and Bob could see how stretched his wifes butt hole was. She flopped off the other guy and again lay flat on her back. Bob could now see his wifes swollen pussy lips as she lay naked, eyes closed, on the bed. The men  stood around the bed jerking their cocks and at last a line of cum sprayed itself across her mid section. One guy stood on the bed and shot his load straight down into her pubic hair. The other guys joined in shooting over her face and tits.

They continued jerking off until the had drained their cocks over her. She continued to lay on the bed, not moving, eyes closed as the men dressed. Bob was now shaking with rage believing these men had forced his wife to do what he had just watched. As the men filed out one picked up her underwear and tossed it on her. Then just as he was about to slam the TV in anger his wife raised one arm and waved finally blowing a kiss to the departing men as the scene faded away.

Bob continued to stare at the screen, his hand rested next to the remote. He could have stopped the film at any time but he could not bring himself to look away. Watching his wife perform had been hypnotic. The final scene of her laying on the bed was seared into his memory. He clicked the remote and sat on the bed for the rest of the night replaying what he had seen over and over his anger at the men deflecting to his wife with just one little wave..

First thing next morning he went and had some breakfast, he saw the tanker arrive, then he checked out, filled his rig and headed for home. He drank the rest of the six pack as he drove. Arriving at his depot he parked the truck and switched to his pick-up to drive home. Arriving home his wife began to mouth off at him being late home. She had a wash cloth draped over her shoulders from doing the dishes and Bob grabbed the ends and began to strangle her. His arms were too strong and she couldn't break free. Bob ripped open her robe to reveal her body wearing nothing but the bra and panties from the video.

She finally collapsed to the floor knocking over the bottles on the kitchen table. At first Bob stood and laughed then realising what had happened called the rescue services. When the police arrived Bob was sitting on the floor next to his wife. He had cut away her underwear and was slicing it into smaller and smaller pieces. The overturned bottle of cream had dripped from the table onto his wife and looked like her cum splattered image at the end of the movie. Bob just sat and muttered to himself.

The police eventually backtracked his movements and discovered the movie he had watched. Bob was committed to a mental intuition.

I know this is true because I work with a guy who heard it from a trucker who worked for the same company as Bob.

 The night was clear. The cool breeze caressed her skin. Her nipples hardened. She raised her face heavenward. "Oh! Why couldnt they exist?!?" She leaned against the railing, now lost in contemplation. "I believe that they do," she continued softly. "For if not; Would they haunt me so? Invade my dreams, plague my waking hours? Gods help me! They must exist. Please, please. I beg of thee. Grant me my desire. Let it continue a fantasy no longer."

 As if in answer, a sudden gust of wind blew open her robe and wrapped around her exposed body; swirling around her breasts, making her nipples harden anew. So hard they were almost painful. She threw her head back and gasped at the sudden chill. Then gasped again as pleasure shot through her body from this icy embrace. The wind died down. Her knees were weak, legs shaking. Her breaths came hard and fast. Her knuckles had turned white with the strength in which she gripped the railing. She pried her fingers loose. With a shock, she realized she was wet. Very much so. Confusion settled over her. She glanced once more up at the moon as she closed her robe around her, securing it tightly. Then, retreated back inside.

 Perhaps......perhaps this night, the Gods had heard her plea, had listened to her prayers.

 Unbeknown to her, however, the Gods had nothing to do with this night's amusements. A silent dark figure lounged on the roof directly above the balcony. "How interesting" he murmured; and was a bit surprised to find that his cock had begun to swell against the confines of his tight black pants. Of course he had heard her begging the night to bring her desire to fruition. But still. Why should this woman, this girl, this...human, be causing him such arousal? True. He had been watching her for a while.

  He had stumbled upon her one restless night whilst prowling the city. She had been confessing her fantasies to the night. Believing that the Gods held her in confidence. Never realizing that she had made him privvy to her every desire. It was rather interesting. Out of curiosity, he had returned the next night. And then the next. Soon it became a kind of routine. He enjoyed watching her try to please herself. Though this was the first night that he had participated. And he had to admit; He was pleased with the affect his little parlour trick had had on her body. "mmm"; The thought of her naked body bared to the moonlight, the small yet full and supple breasts, her dark nipples, the strip of hair above her sex. He could still smell her arousal. His cock complained about its restraints. He smiled. Baring his fangs. A dangerous smile. One of dark promises and sweet seduction.

 "I think that I will give the Gods the night off. Yes. Worry not, my pretty little human. Your prayer shall be answered. Though it will be I and not the Gods who will be doing the answering."

      “What the bloody hell do you think you are doing ?” he growled playfully.

    She smiled again, her fangs protruding because of her excited state.

     “Thought you was human” she stated trying to get her breath back.

    She saw his teeth were still elongated, meaning he was just as excited as she was, she smiled again and noticed for the first time, his hand was on her stomach, she felt a tingling where it was placed and looked into his eyes, now serious.
          Eden felt her shift under his weight and wondered if she was uncomfortable, he looked at her face, framed by a dark halo of hair, she was actually quite attractive, he thought, he looked into her eyes and saw the passion bubbling under the surface, and realised it was he who had awakened the strong feeling, he flushed red as he felt his manhood harden, caused by the intense lust filled stare of the woman under him. She smiled as she felt the tell tale sign of passion, sliding her hand slowly from the ground, afraid she might frighten him off, she found herself grasping the hardness, feeling a surge of heat between her legs she realised she was very turned on by his manly weight pressed against her body.
           He felt her hand grasping his manhood and gasped as she started slowly pulling on it, he felt himself lean forward and felt her hot tongue find its way into her mouth, they kissed passionately and fumbled with each others clothes until they was both naked and exploring each others bodies for the first time, she felt him enter her slowly, and marvelled at his size, he thrust into her depth and out again, while he kissed her breasts, she gasped as she felt herself reaching her peak,feeling him thrust into her one more time and feeling his passion rise to the peak. He exploded inside her, while she writhed in ecstasy underneath his crushing weight. She felt him relax and took the cue from him to do the same.

 
Ignoring a stone stabbing into her back she reached up and grasped his firm buttock, smiling she felt weariness take over and felt herself sinking into sleep, she was hardly aware of the shift of body weight, meaning Eden had just got up.
           He stood over her naked body and closed his eyes, what had he done ?, he picked his clothes up and quickly dressed, being silent, as not to awaken her. He looked at her again, seemingly glowing white in the stark moonlight graveyard, he sighed and walked away from her sleeping form.

"mmmmmmm" she slowly started to moan. She kicked of her sandels and was fantasising about vegeta fucking her hard, her clenched up soft toes and long, sexy legs would make any man beg for mercy. She placed her index finger into her pussy and slowly placed it all the way in her juicy, pink pussy

"mmmmmmmm" she was getting loader, she took off her wet thong down her legs quickly and with her sexy toes took them off and cucked them to the floor, revealing all of her beutifully tanned legs. with her index finger she started to slowly finger herself, pushing in her index finger all the way inside her pussy, noises of pleasure were getting louder while and she looked at vegeta everytime she let out a sound hopeing not to wake him, but deep down inside her she wanted him to wake up so he could see how horny she was at the thought of him. Faster & faster bulma was fingering her wet pussy getting louder and louder each time she inserted it, she placed another finger in to add to the pleaure fingering herself fast, she was squeezing her tits harder

"Oh God, Oh God" she screamed, "OOH YES" she was unaware of how loud she had been, her pussy was getting wetter and she was fingering herself faster and faster. Vegetas eyes were slowly rolling up, but after he saw the amazing sight infront of him his eyes burst wide open, there was Bulma, the hot girl who had looked after him fingering herself to his naked body, the saiyan prince was arroused and his cock grew into a 12 inch wonder, bulma noticed by the corner of her eye and knew he was awake, she knew he was horny at the sight of her so she turned her pink, tight, wet pussy into his view and said

"if you want some come get some" vegeta without hesitence broke through the glass of the chamber and walked right up to the horny minx. As one of the last survivers of his planet, forced to travel different worlds Vegeta didnt get much action, and never had he seen another race that looked the same as his. The last time the prince remembers a fuck was when he was a little boy in his home planet, and he fucked one of his teachers afer class.

Bulma got to her knees and started to suck of the prince. Vegeta was haiste and said

"yes suck me Bitch, suck me harder" Bulma enjoyed being treated like dirt, it arroused her. From then onwards she knew she was going to have the Fuck of her life

 

He stood over her, staring at her, as she lay motionless in the bed, just a corner of the sheet covering anything that was her.   He stared at her sleeping body, the silky, velvety black hair flowed from her, caressing her body as it reached down her body.   It lay tangled in some spots, straighter in others, victims of an earlier struggle.   Her breath was short and shallow, as she lay there motionless.    He couldn’t take it much more; her scent was invigorating, intoxicating.

 

The night had taken hold, and the change was coming. It was always so violent, so harsh on him, but this was who he was.   There lived a beast within him, and as the sun gave way to the night, it came though as well.   He knew his lust for her would drive him even more.   A rage washed over him, it was about to happen.   His blood boiled as his heart pounded faster and faster.   The pulling was about to start; he looked down to watch his hands, the nails starting to grow longer.   “It is happening,” he thought.

 

Howls could be heard off in the distance as this new creature was taking shape.   How whole body began to grow violently, His hands now grew to twice-there size.   His arms and legs had grown as well, now more powerful, fully developed masses of muscle.   His chest seemed to be ripped out from him, it moved as waves on the ocean, the ripples growing more and more.   The intenseness of the whole transformation had finally taken its toll as the collapsed on to the floor.   His body continued to transform as he called out his name, groggily, and still asleep, “ Brian?   Brian!”

 

He heard the calls, and moved himself closer to the foot of the bead so as to not be seen.   “Yes Karen, I am here,” he replied to her, his voice deeper and with a hint of a growl.

 

Karen looked around the room, her dark eyes searching frantic for her new found love.   “Brian?   What are you doing, come back to bed with me.”

 

Brian’s ears perked up, all the sounds around him seemed to be magnified now.   He heard everything, that made a sound, and her movements were all heard.   She was moving towards him, and her scent hit him hard, like a slap in the face as the sheets fell from her body.   The animal lust that was inside him grabbed a hold of him, his mind raced to gain control with no luck.   He stood up before her at the foot of the bed, a growl of lust slowly emanating from him.

 

Karen screamed as she saw the beast rise from the foot of the bed.   She frantically moved away, pulling the sheet up over her body trying to conceal her nakedness as she screamed for help.   The Beast moved towards her, what was it she thought as she tried desperately to push her self though the wall. She screamed once more, hear fears choking her up, Screams, now just gurgling.

 

Brian moved methodically, the beast he was now was no were near as charming as the man that brought this lovely beauty back here.   The beast lived inside of him, but now he lived inside of it.

It had all control; it wanted its own satisfaction.   He moved even closer to Karen, her scent was even more intoxicating.  

 

Her screams were going nowhere, Brian was gone, probably killed by this beast, and it was moving closer to her.   She looked at it, her eyes still filled with tears.   She trembled every move it made towards her.   Its face was nothing like she had ever seen; yet she had seen it before.   Pictures and movies, but this couldn’t be real.   It was all fantasy, nothing real.   She tried to rear back as it moved closer, its snout so close to her, she could feel its hot breath breathing down on her.

Brian stared at her from deep with in the beast that he was.   Watched as she trembled, flinching as he moved his head around her.   Her scent was intoxicating… the perfume she wore, mixed whit the scent or her cunt.   His heart began to pound even greater as he knew he would make her his once more.   He raised his had and tore the sheet she held to protect her.   He drank in her body with his eyes, his nostrils flaring as he moved closer to her.

 

Karen squealed a little as the sheet was ripped from her, exposing her bare body to the beast.   She held her legs close to her as she leaned against the wall.   Fear griped her throat, squeezing the breath from her, as the beast seemed to smell her.   She flinched again as its cold nose gently grazed her thigh.   It reared back slightly and growled at her as it looked into her eyes.   She gasped as she seemed to see into the beast, and the beast seemed to know her…   “Brian,” she thought?

 

Brian couldn’t look at her gaze any more; he saw the flash in her eyes as she realized who he was now.   He reached for her leg and pulled it towards him, trying to open her up.    She screamed out, “NO!”   The noise angered the beast as she pulled from his grip.   He let out his own growl as he raised his other hand, and swung it back against her head.   Her body fell away from him, slithering off of the bed, slumping onto the bare floor next to the bed.   Brian leapt towards her coming to a rest over top of her, a low growl coming from him as her head turned towards him.

 

Karen’s mind came to a crashing halt as the force of the beast’s hand threw her from the bed.   She felt herself falling, slumping to the ground.   He was over her as she tried to turn over, his fiery breath heating her soft skin.   She could still feel the burning, stinging feeling of his hand on her head and tried to reach up to touch it.   His grip was fierce on her wrist as he grabbed her hand and started to pull at her.   She screamed out “NO!   STOP THIS, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!”

 

Brian grabbed at her arm, pulling her to where he wanted her.    He loved the fighting she was putting up; it fueled the fire inside of him.   He burned wildly to have his satisfaction with her, and her struggles making it even more exotic for him.   In her struggles, he managed to get her turned to all fours, and grabbed a fist full of her raven black hair.   He yanked hard on it, getting her attention, stopping her from her feverish attempts at escaping him.

 

The tension on her hair caused Karen to stop her struggles, her whole body tenses up as this creature moved over her.   She started to move away again, only to have her hair yanked back, pulling her head back.   Every time she tried to scream, and get away, it was always cut short by another violent tug.   His hot breath seemed to be burning a hole though her neck and back.   She felt him moving over her, and again she struggled o get away from him, and again he yanked her back in line.    She felt his arm wrap underneath her.   The soft fur on his arm was caressing and frightening at the same time.   He now had a firm grip of her, and her body was now his to do as he pleased.

 

Brian slowly moved tighter to her, his body in line with hers.   He couldn’t keep his passion of her any more.   She was in the perfect position, and he held her tight, not letting her go.   He kicked her legs open slightly more as his own manhood began to grow.   It slowly started to emerge from its sheath.   The reddish pink head came first, slithering its way out with every pulse of his heart.   His own hips soon began to move in a rhythmic manner.   He was ready for her now, and still grew even more and more.

 

Karen felt the beasts cock rubbing up against her.   She started to panic, and screamed out, “What are you doing, you can’t do this!”

 

Karen’s screams fell upon ears that would not hear her.   Brian started to adjust his thrusts; he could feel her wetness sliding on his cock.   He knew were his mark was, and had to hone in on it.   With a couple more thrusts, the mixture of her wetness and his own pre-cum, he began to slide into her.

 

Karen felt this creature find her womanhood.   She gasped as he entered her.   Tears began to fall as he began to thrust deeper and deeper into her.   She was powerless to stop him, and let him have his way with her.   He pounded her harder and harder, and soon began to really fill her up. She felt him begin to swell inside her, her own passions starting to take control of her mind.   She tried to fight it, this just wasn’t right, but she found herself wanting more and more.  

 

Brian felt her start to get into the rhythm.   She liked it to, and he lusted for her even more.   He released his hold from around her waist and grasped her shoulder and began to thrust harder and harder into her.   He felt the knot starting to grow inside of her.   Her own secretions were mixing with his.   She was in heat for him and he was powerless to stop himself from being one with her.   His own fur was matting as her own cum was making its way onto him.   His knot grew even more inside of her, linking her with him.

 

Karen couldn’t believe she was starting to enjoy this.   This beast, this monster had taken her as his own and she was starting to like it.    She began to herself for it.   He was raping her, and she was enjoying it.   She was even thrusting back at him, fucking him even.   Her own body was fighting her on his.   Orgasm after orgasm flowed though her body, as this foreign cock seemed to know every mark, every point to touch.   She felt him growing inside of her; she wanted more and more of him.   She wanted to feel him more and more.   She reached back through her legs, and started to rub her own clit.   Her hand was now moist with her own cum.   She reached back to touch him; he was so massive in her.   She began to caress the semen filled balls that slapped up against her legs.   They were so soft in there downy soft, fur covered scrotem.   She gently rolled them though her fingers.    Her thoughts were racing, more and more.   She wanted to explore this creature more and more.

 

Brian’s thrusts were more systemic now.   He felt is cum starting to boil over.   His knot was deeply embedded in her; she could not escape him now.   He moaned his own pleasures as he felt her caressing him nuts.   He thrusted more and more inside of her, he leaned back to grab her hips as he dug into her more and more.   Everything was becoming a blur, the excitement, the pleasure, the joys, all combining for a wonderful experience.

 

Karen felt his grasp on her, she moaned out in her own pleasures as he held her tightly.   She put her hand back down on the floor, balancing her for his harder thrusts.   She could feel him about to cum.   She wanted it even more now.   She thrust back to meet him on every thrust.   “Oh god, oh god this is so great!” she thought.   She wanted him more and more now; She had to have him as her lover.   A Fiery lust grew inside her for him; he had taken her by force, now she would be his forever.

 

Brian tilted his head back as he thrusted deeper into her, burying himself into her.   He let out a great Howl from deep with in him as his cock began to extrude his fiery load of seamen deep inside of her.   Pulse after pulse; Wave after wave of his hot seamen shot into her.   Her own body convulsed with each and every shot that he buried inside of her.  

 

Karen’s juices were making there way down her legs, and she could feel each and every drop as it slipped out of her overflowing cunt.   It was like rivers flowing down her leg, pudding around her knees.   She heard the beast that was entwined in her let out a heart-stopping howl as Karen felt her new lovers climax fill her.   Her own screams of pleasure danced with his, a song of the night, a song of ecstasy.

 

As the last pulses of cum squirted out from Brian’s cock, he looked down upon Karnes back.   Her hair was to one side, and she seemed to be panting slightly, a bitch in heat, a bitch satisfied.   His lust for her was soon replaced by an even greater hatred and feelings of disgust.   Her neck was an inviting target, and his anger drove him into her.   His cock was still imbedded in her as he opened his jaws widely and came down on her neck with a great vengeance.   His teeth pierced though her flesh, sharpened daggers making their mark.   Her blood squirted from her veins, filling his mouth.   It covered his muzzle, and started to gush everywhere as he loosened up his grip on her.   She tried to move away, and he sunk his teeth even deeper into her.   He pulled back, ripping out the flesh of her neck.   He held onto her tightly, her screams slowly fading away as haunting songs prancing though his mind.   He chewed the flesh he had in his mouth, its flavor something to savor, something he enjoyed.  

 

Her body fell limp, and Brian let lose the grip he had of her, her head hitting the ground, her body still attached to his throbbing cock.   His knot had remained swollen inside of her, and his sexual arousal was being peaked as he felt her lifeless body fall forward.   He moved forward himself, picking her up slightly once again to have his way with her.

 

Brian started thrusting in her once again.   His cum provided plenty of lubricant for him as he thrust his cock in and out of her dying cunt.   He groaned and grunted, quite enjoying the fucking of this lifeless bitch.   The thought of her lifeless body excited him even more, and with a second round of pleasure, his climax filler her warm cunt once more.

 

Brian leaned on the bed, the rush and high of the second orgasm slowly washing off of him.   He felt his knot, still buried in this lifeless being, slowly begin to soften, and then with a thump of Karen’s body on the floor, he was free of her.   He snorted at her, disgust showering his face as he looked at her slumped body.   He stood up; his seven foot nine inch body towered over her.   He moved over towards the window, walking on her corps as she lay there getting cold.   He looked down at himself, she was all over him; his fur was matted with her cum, and her blood.   He reached out the opened window and readied himself to leave.   He looked back at her, his thought were savage, “Stupid hommid you were, but a toy.   A simple toy for my pleasure.”   His voice fell upon deaths ears, but she couldn’t tell anyone.

 

The savage beast made its way out the window and back into the city from where he came.   The city streets were always quiet at this time; this made his travel so much easier.   He knew he had to make his way to the park; the fountain would quickly wash away all this mess that still covered him.

 

Brian scanned the park as he arrived; nothing seemed to be moving but the water at the fountain.   He quickly made his way for it, not stopping for the police barriers that had been set up around it.   The water was cool as it penetrated his outer coat of fun, reaching his bare skin.   Brian soaked up the water, standing over the spraying fountain.   The water started turning a pinkish color, and Brian moved off the fountain and came down on all fours on the concrete ground around the fountain.   He shook violently, throwing all the excess water from his body and pelt.   It showered down all around him, turning the light grey cement its darker, wetter look.   He looked back at the fountain for a moment, then leapt over the barricade, and ran back into the city to his final resting place for the night.

 

Sergeant Magnetos started at the report that sat on his desk, his hand tapping his pen on the desk.   His partner sat across from him, staring at the ceiling, seemingly lost to the world.   A large stack of manila folders took over a corner of his desk.   Another victim to add to that stack just landed on his desk.   He read the report to himself, everything the same, just the names and faces were different.   This one read:   Karen Reynolds, age 26, five foot four, 125 lbs, Black hair, brown eyes.   Cause of Death:   Extreme Violent trauma to the back of the neck.   Special notes:   body found to be filled with animal fluids.   Sergeant Robert Magnetos picked up the crime scene photos and looked at the victim’s trauma.   He threw them back down on the desk in disgust, cursing at his partner.   “God Damn it Tom, This is the Fucking 29 ^th victim here, and it’s all the same.   When are we going to get a break in this?

 

Fade into chapter two

Nobadwolf

(c) 2004

 

Over the eons that followed, the daughters of men would find their way, or be brought, to my grove. They would offer their maidenheads to me in sacrifice and I would teach them of magic and mystery and of the ways of the world.

Then one day my followers in their animal skins stopped coming. I reached out my thought and found that their people had left, been driven out by a new people from across the sea. I stood alone for a few years until the daughters of these new men found me. These women, who were fair of skin, wore strange clothes. They danced in festival around me, not knowing that I watched. Incantations they used, their magic was weak but familiar, they knew of other old ones such as myself. I reveled myself and claimed my own sacrifices of them.

For nearly a century they came unto me and learned from me and gave themselves in sacrifice. Then one day only a few came, and they were frightened. Men of another god had found them out and were persecuting them and slaying them. The men came to my clearing and tried to take my children but were met by my fury. Very few I allowed to return home alive. My surviving children I scattered to the winds to safety, telling them that one day their descendants would return to me.

I slept. For nearly three hundred years I slept and the sons and daughters of men stayed away, fearing the nameless terror that lived here. Occasionally a young, brave and curious girl would come to see if the legends were true. Hungry, I would take her into my embrace and claim her, but the time was not right. Invariably, I would send her away with only the memory that something terrifying yet wonderful had happened, but no idea what.

Then she came, walking boldly into my clearing. Her presence over time woke me. She loved to climb into my branches seeking solitude, or wade in the stream by my roots. I touched her mind and found her name, Erica, and learned that she was descended of the women that I had sent into hiding so long ago. I stretched out my thought and found them, all of them. As I had fortold, they had returned.

I awoke fully and began to plan. There were five who could be most easily taught. The five points of the star, Earth, Air, Fire, Water and Spirit; they were there, one maiden for each. They would be the foundation of my new coven. It was time for me to claim my own sacrifices again.

These are their stories...

My kind of deal; just what I was looking for: cheap-ass entertainment.

           

            The smell hit me as soon as I walked through the doors. Every stroke shop I’ve ever been in has the same nasty funk hanging in the air, soaked into the woodwork - a gagging combination of dry, stale cum uneasily mingling with huge quantities of bleach and topped off with clouds of cigarette smoke; all of that fighting to be noticed under a hefty veil of depressing creepiness. At least the air conditioning was turned on,

 

I steeled myself, ignored the odor and moved past the blow-up doll displays, the racks of sex toys, the greasy, fingerprint-smeared glass counters full of colorful liquids and gels and condom packets. Nodded to the bored pierced, tattooed twenty-something’s lounging behind the counter, whose torn thrift-shop attire and purple and blue-dyed hair guaranteed them a life of great minimum-wage gigs just like this one. One of the two, an emaciated girl who was pulling off a great impression of a serious heroin addict, ignored me completely. Her companion glared at me sullenly, like I was going to try to shoplift a dildo or maybe, more likely, because I looked too much like his dad. I grinned and found the DVD’s for rent, racks of porn shelved along the walls and lined up on homemade shelving units in haphazard rows just past a pair of sensor alarm gates, a ton of smut tucked comfortably away in a room the size of a small warehouse.

           

            I took my time picking out my movies, going for the absolutely nastiest hardcore I could find, not wanting to really touch anything. Thank God for all that bleach. Even so, the CD jackets felt and looked greasy; and then I remembered the junkie-punks lounging at the counter, and guessed I knew how motivated they probably were to keep everything clean and germ free. I made sure to hold the movies like I would a dead skunk, using the tips of my fingers. I found an anal gang-bang orgy (‘Two hours of hardcore DP penetration!), a best-of chicks-with-dicks, a couple of rough sex sets and one or two seriously disturbing anime titles, tossed my choices on the counter. Heroin Girl had disappeared. Her buddy was eating a cold cheeseburger that might have been a day old, licking ketchup off his fingers and watching a video monitor, a movie with several couples humping in fast-forward. They looked a bit like bunnies fucking. Junkie-Boy roused himself enough to pause whatever he was screening, set me up with a rental account, drop my DVD’s into a black plastic bag and take my money. Then he went back to his choice of dinner theater. Heroin Girl was outside smoking a cigarette as I left. I smiled at her.

           

            “You have a nice day,” I said.

           

            She gave me a dose of full-on, disdainful punk-rock attitude, and wrinkled up her nose at me. I wondered if maybe I smelled like I’d been squirted by that imaginary dead skunk.  “Fuck-off, scumbag.”

           

            She took a last drag and flicked her smoldering butt into the gravel alongside a few dozen other dead cigarettes; ground it out under the heel of her heavy Doc Martin boot. She rolled her eyes theatrically, and I watched her grumble while she clunked all the way back to the counter to not do her crappy job some more. Tough life, I thought. Then I shrugged, got in my car and drove home through the heat to my air-conditioned house and my DVD player.

           

***

 

Twenty minutes later, I was naked and spread-eagled on the couch with my mouth open and my chin drooping onto my chest, bored to tears. I understood why Junkie-Boy in the porn shop was fast-forwarding through his movie. I had one of my hard-chosen video picks on, my limp dick in one hand and the remote in the other, watching some young dyed-blonde bitch with huge fake tits unenthusiastically blow-jobbing her way through twenty or thirty guys (who all seemed to be having the same case of erectile dysfunction that I was currently having) when the phone rang. I did the same thing the kid at the store did when I interrupted him: I hit pause on the remote. Then I answered the phone.

 

            “Hello?” I croaked.

 

            “Um, Grove? Is that you?” A soft female voice; musical and smooth like honey. It sounded vaguely familiar.

 

            “Uh-huh…” I mumbled, still trying to place the voice.

 

“This is Elizabeth. You remember?”

 

            Oh God, I thought. Elizabeth. An old friend of my last girlfriend, April, from time gone by; I’d met her once or twice, but April hadn’t seen much of Elizabeth since she married some uber-buff, male-model looking, upwardly-mobile freak of nature and stopped hanging out with anybody who either wasn’t in the beautiful people crowd or who didn’t earn half-a-million bucks a year. I half-remembered a crazily exotic, gorgeous woman, and guilty visions of wide, almond shaped eyes, thick brown hair, rich caramel skin and lush curves washed through my head. I fully remembered feelings of total and complete inadequacy the few times I’d been around her. Thanks to the images assaulting my senses, the skanky blonde frozen on my television screen suddenly morphed into a composite version of the Elizabeth I was seeing in my head.

 

            My throat went dry, and my dick actually, finally, twitched. “Yeah…yeah, of course I remember…”

 

            I swear I could almost hear her grinning through the phone. “Cool. I’d hate to think you’d forget me.”

 

            “No chance,” I said, the words sounding like crunchy shards of glass.

 

            “Ah, you’re still a sweetie, aren’t you?”

 

Sweetie, she said. All of a sudden, I was getting a little light-headed. I managed a laugh. “If you say so.”

 

She laughed too. More honey, dripping. The sound sent a shiver down my back. “Is April around?” she asked.

 

“Um, no…  She’s been living in Europe, with her folks. Sorry.”

 

“Europe? So…what about you guys?”

 

“Yeah,” I said. “Things just, you know…didn’t last.”

 

Oh. Well… Shit. I’m sorry. I was going to invite her to this…party I was having Friday night.”

 

“That’s too bad. I’m sure she would’ve liked to go.” I didn’t know what else to say. There was a long, pregnant pause. I listened to the crackling void on the other end of the phone line, and I had the sinking feeling that our strained little conversation was over. Then Liz surprised me.

 

“Hey, well, how would you like to come, Grove?”

 

I blinked. “Really?”

 

“Yeah. I know it’s kind of late notice, and it’s…a little silly, I guess, kind of a girlie thing, you know? I mean, you might not be interested, but I need to bring someone…” She drifted off.

 

For a second, I wondered why she was asking me to come, not her husband. But that thought lasted the blink of an eye; if it meant seeing Liz again, there was no way I was going to refuse. I was honestly kind of curious anyway. And besides, my dick was harder than it’d been all morning, even after watching five bucks worth of porn. I didn’t have any big plans for Friday. What did I have to lose?

 

“What kind of ‘girlie thing’ are we talking about?” I asked.

 

She laughed again, nervously, I thought. I wondered what about talking to me could make Liz nervous. “It’s kind of…a…a lingerie party.”

 

My turn to laugh. Liz stayed quiet. I blinked, waited a beat before answering with a dumbfounded, “You’re kidding, right?”

 

Liz sighed on the other end of the line, then, matter-of-factly, “No.”

 

“You want me to come to a lingerie party.”

 

“Yeah, if you want….I mean, I know it sounds weird, but I promised there would be a bunch of us, and most of the girls I know are going to be there, but…” She paused, took a breath. “You know, you don’t have to buy anything if you don’t want to, but you could get a gift for April, and there’s going to be some stuff for guys too…leopard skin underwear, stuff like that…”

 

I chewed it over. Thought about maybe being the only guy in a roomful of tipsy, scantily-clad women. Thought about what April was going to say when she found out.

 

I made up my mind. I was in. “Hey, sure Liz. It’ll be fun.”

 

“Really?” She sounded almost relieved. “You’ll come?”

 

“Yeah, I…”

 

“That’s great! Everybody’s going to get here about eight. Here let me give you my phone number and the directions to my house…”

 

“Okay, hold on and let me find a pen…”

 

I sat up and scribbled some notes on the back of my video receipt. Liz thanked me again, and we both hung up. I sat there with the phone in my lap for a long minute. Then I grinned and went back to my movie, and this time I didn’t have any trouble getting it up.

 

***

 

“No shit?”

 

            It was the next afternoon, Thursday, and I was eating lunch with my buddy Andre at a cheap mexi-café we liked, seated outside at a curbside table under a canvas umbrella. Andre was finishing up a taco platter; I was snacking on a huge, spicy pile of cheese and salsa dripping nachos.

 

            I nodded, popped a jalapeno pepper in my mouth and chewed happily, savoring the oily burn. I’d just filled Andre in on yesterday’s events. He’d met Elizabeth once, after April and I bought our home, at our housewarming party. A long time ago, it seemed. I could see from his eyes that he had the same memories of her that I did. I grinned and wiped my hands on my napkin while I confirmed the question.

 

“Yep. The whole truth, brotha. No shit.”

 

            Andre leaned back. The aluminum chair under his big ass squeaked and groaned. He adjusted his Yankees cap, wiped fingers down his wiry goatee, shook his head.

 

“Damn, man. Shit like this isn’t fair. I knew that girl was a shark the minute I laid eyes on her.” He crossed his arms, chewed on his lip. “How come she invited you? Does that tall mocha drink dig the white boy cream?”

 

            I shrugged and sipped cold beer. The burn receded to a constant, pleasant tingle at the back of my tongue. “Hell if I know.”

 

            “You know, if she finds out – and you know she’s gonna – April’s gonna eat you alive if any shit happens.”

 

            “She will even if nothing happens.” I said, digging back into the pile of chips. “I’ll just cross my fingers. But nothing’s going to happen, you know, Liz is married, man, to some dude way out of my league.”

 

            “Doesn’t matter,” Andre waved that comment on by. “You said it didn’t sound like he’d be around anyway, right? You get there, all that pussy spread out on the couch and what-not; they’ll all be drinking wine, getting’ all tipsy and giggly, next thing you know they’ll be trying on the frilly panties and shit, modeling for you…then, BAM! You’ll be on the floor, humping away; drunk, horny bitches lined up to be fuckin’ you…”

 

            I snorted. “Right.”

 

            “Look, Grove,” he pointed a finger at my cell phone. “Reg and I’ll be at Tin’s club tomorrow night, maxin’ with Barry and his boys.”

 

“They’re playing?” I asked. We’d known Barry from way back. He’d been a fixture on the local music scene since we were all in college together. Now he was heading up some retro-funk band that had been scaring up some hot press lately.

 

“Yeah. Tin’s isn’t too far from where you’re gonna be, right? Only what – ten, fifteen minutes away? Anyway, you need some help handling all that pussy, you call us.” Andre leered, showing off a mouthful of big white teeth. He picked up his last taco and poured half a bottle hot sauce over it. “An’ we’ll come a’ runnin’.”

 

“Thanks, man. I appreciate that.”

 

“You bet, baby, you bet. Anything for a friend. Right, homeboy?” Andre took a huge bite. Half the taco disappeared. He chewed, bobbing his head in time to a reggae song pouring out of the café’s outside speaker system. “I’m mister thoughtful, you know that.”

 

***

 

I was running late Friday night. Got off work late and immediately got stuck in a massive snarl of traffic. Bumper to bumper for as far as the eye could see. I veered off the freeway at the closest exit to my house, stopped for a quick burger at a fast food drive-through, got stuck behind a soccer-mom’s van that was idling, belching black smoke. When I finally pulled back out into the streets, I opened my bag of food, only to discover the goon at the window got my order all wrong. Fuck it – I didn’t have time to go back and complain. I grumbled, but scarfed the shit down anyway, and took side streets the rest of the way home. Parked in the driveway and ran inside at twenty-to-eight, grabbed a quick shower, dressed, checked myself in the full-length mirror in the bedroom, frowned, dressed again. By the time I pulled up at Liz’s curb, it was a quarter past, and the street around her house was full of expensive luxury cars. I found a spot a ways up the hill, parked, beeped my car locked, and walked back, carrying a bottle of decent wine I’d picked up during my lunch hour.

 

It was clear that Liz and her husband liked their privacy. Their house was big and old, set far back from the road on a good-sized chunk of real estate. The thing must’ve cost a fortune. Leafy, box-trimmed hedges surrounded the large, fresh-cut, forest green lawn, isolating the house further from the neighbors. All the lights inside were turned on. I opened the rod-iron gate and went down the front path to the door, rang the bell. Made sure my reflection looked good while the chime gonged somewhere deep in the house.

 

I was about to ring again when a lock clicked open, and I heard that magic voice, the honey muffled behind the heavy wood door. Then the door opened, and Liz was there, smiling at me, smothering me with a wave of pure physical force. She was wearing a simple black dress that hugged every perfect curve, black silk stockings, and polished black stiletto heels. She nonchalantly tugged a flopped-down spaghetti strap back over a shapely, nut-brown shoulder and pulled me inside.

 

“Grove! I didn’t think you were going to make it!” She said, and pushed the door gently closed. It clicked shut.

 

I grinned sheepishly. “Yeah, sorry about that. Work…you know?”

 

She shook her head. Long silver baubles dangled from her earlobes, diamonds flashed in the light. Her dark eyes sparkled.

 

“No,” she laughed, “not really.”

 

“Here,” I said, and awkwardly held out the bottle of wine. “I brought this for you.”

 

            She took the bottle and smiled, barely looked at it. Her eyes were still on mine.

 

“Oh, baby, you didn’t need to do that.”

 

“Well, you know, it’s a party and all…”

 

She stepped close and hugged me. Her hair was cut shorter than I remembered, curling in waves close to her neck. A wispy brown lock tickled my nose, and felt her breath warm at the side of my throat. I hugged her back, feeling her body press tight against me. I got that lightheaded feeling again, and my dick began tingling, got harder than it had been during any of my recent jack-off time. I caught a whiff of perfume, sweet and subtle, that I barely referenced past my sudden sensory overload. There was something else in the air too, sharp and pungent, smelling like cinnamon; candles, or incense, maybe.

 

We parted, and she took a second, looked me up and down. “You haven’t changed a bit, have you?” she asked.

 

I wasn’t too sure how to take that, but she looked approving. “I guess not.”

 

“You look good enough to eat…” She smiled. Then she took my arm, wrapped it up in hers. “C’mon, let’s go introduce you to the girls…”

 

***

           

Liz walked me to the living room and made her introductions. I nodded as she ticked off the names she was telling me, making an effort to match names with faces, and even managing to remember a few. Andre about had it right: there were maybe twenty gorgeous women; some younger, some older, all dressed to the hilt, sipping wine and fruity mixed drinks. They were sitting in a loose semi-circle, on the sofa and in chairs; all positioned facing another, extremely busty older woman, primly dressed in a close-fitted business suit and skirt. She looked like she’d just stepped out of a Vanity Fair spread. Boxes and bags of things were spread out on the coffee table and tucked around her feet. Each of the ladies smiled appraisingly at me. I almost felt like I was dessert, just being brought out after a tasty meal.

 

            “So,” I said, glancing around. “Where’s uh, what’s his name…”

 

            “Doug?”

 

            That was pretty boy’s name. “Yeah, Doug.”

 

“Oh, he won’t be coming home.” Liz waved away the subject, instead asked, “Can I get you something to drink?”

 

            “Um, sure. Anything’s okay.”

 

            She flitted over to the bar, came back with a glass of something cold. Latched right back onto my arm. “Here, try it.”

 

            Every eye was still on me. I was definitely starting to feel like I was on display, definitely the odd man out. “Uh, cheers,” I said, and took a tentative sip. The drink was sweet, with a slight tang of alcohol and an almost bitter undercurrent of something I couldn’t place. For a second, I had a crazy feeling, remembering the old Agatha Christie type mysteries, where the detective has solved the murder, declaring death by poisoning, and goes on to describe how arsenic was supposed to taste, like bitter almonds. “Mm,” I mumbled, pushing the paranoid thought away. “That’s pretty good.”

 

            It was like a sigh of acceptance passed through the room. Liz smiled up at me. My head was absolutely swimming, being this close to her.

 

            The older woman with all the packages licked her red painted lips with the corner of a tiny pink tongue. She patted her silver hair, made sure it was in place, pulled back in a severe bun. She winked at me. “Well,” she said. “Let’s make our guest comfortable and get started, shall we?”

 

            Next to me, still clinging to my arm, Liz almost curtsied. “Of course, Sarah. Sorry, all.” She turned to me, whispered, “Here, sit by me.”

 

            I let Liz pull me to the couch. The two women sitting there shifted to make room. A blonde in her early twenties patted the cushion next to her hip, smiled invitingly. We sat down. Liz set the bottle of wine in a bucket of ice on the table, and I wondered how much wine they’d already gone through. I wiggled in between the blonde and Liz, suddenly enjoying the press of warm female bodies next to me. I looked around; found that I was still the center of attention: the ladies stared and demurely sipped their drinks; the blonde who’d scooted over to make room smiled and practically nuzzled up next to me. Liz put her hand possessively on my thigh, and I almost jumped. She patted my leg, and I noticed that she wasn’t wearing her wedding ring.

 

            I blinked, wondering…

 

The woman named Sarah clapped her hands, and all the attention immediately snapped back in her direction. “Back to business,” she said, smiled sweetly, and opened the bag sitting in front of her, rooted around. Tissue paper rustled. I took another sip of my drink, caught some of the women glancing at me out of the corner of their eyes. I raised my eyebrows, got more smiles. The blonde, I think her name was Kate, shifted, and her breast brushed my elbow. I tried to shrink my six-foot-two self into a smaller space and failed. Her breast stayed where it was. It was a nice, soft breast. Even so, I moved slightly closer to Liz, who started gently petting the inside of my leg. The blonde scooted closer, her big, soft boob again connecting with my elbow.

 

I swallowed hard.

 

There was a quiet murmur around the room, and all the attention focused back towards the front, to Sarah. “Okay, our first item would look fantastic on our new friend tonight, I think…” Sarah smiled my way as she said that, and held up a pair of heavy padded leather handcuffs.

 

            “Holy shit,” I whispered. The blonde took my free arm and pressed my hand to her leg. I stared, and then took another slug from my glass as Liz’s hand found my crotch and continued its slow, steady petting.

 

***

           

Forty-five minutes later, I was working on my fourth or fifth drink. I was tipsy enough to have lost count. Most of the bags and boxes were empty, I was horny as all hell, and my head was reeling. I wondered why; the drinks didn’t seem all that strong. Women had disappeared into the bedrooms, come back wearing skimpy silk and lace outfits, each one with less material than the last. Women drank and laughed while teasing me with little buzzing clit-stimulators and huge strap-on vibrators. The blonde next to me, Kate, was now naked except for a white satin push-up bra and a pair of crotchless panties. I knew they were crotchless because my fingertips were exploring and told me so. Sarah had taken off her suit top and skirt, and she was now standing with a small riding crop, modeling the black corset and stockings she’d had on underneath her clothes. She wore the outfit like an old pro. Liz was still in her dress, except both the straps were down off her shoulders now, and to me she looked sexier than any of the other ladies who were parading around in their new undies. She had her arm around my shoulder. She and Kate were both brazenly nuzzling my neck; Liz’s wandering hand had long since found the zipper to my pants and had disappeared inside; Blondie had unbuttoned most of my shirt, and was tickling my chest with her fingernails. I could see Sarah smiling at me with a wicked gleam in her eye. She smacked the tough leather crop down hard into her palm, and I jumped. Other eyes were beginning to turn our way…

 

The sensation around my crotch was driving me out of my mind. Liz had me hard as a rock. Andre’s voice was playing over-and-over, like a loop reel in my head, ‘…next thing you know they’ll be trying on the frilly shit, modeling it for you…then, BAM! You’ll be on the floor, humping away…’

 

“Whooo,” I muttered. “Need to use the bathroom, I think.”

 

Kate pouted as I extracted my hand from between her legs. Liz paused, gave me that seductive smile again, pointed. “Upstairs, first door on the left.”

 

“’Kay,” I said. “Back in a minute.”

 

“You hurry.”

 

“Oh, yeah.” I nodded.

 

I excused myself and carefully wandered up the stairs, using the banister to steady myself. My head was spinning badly. I rounded the corner, found the bathroom. My dick was hanging out of my open pants, pointing straight out at an angle. I washed my hands and rinsed my face with cold water. I thought about what was going to happen when I want back downstairs, and stared at my dripping face in the mirror, realizing the blood pressure pounding through my dick wasn’t letting up. I was getting more than a little panicked. Shit, I thought. This isn’t natural. Did Liz drug me?

 

Carefully, I left the bathroom and snuck a look around the corner, used my cell phone to zoom in and snap a picture. I crept back into the bathroom and shut the door, sat on the edge of the bathtub, called Andre. He answered on the second ring. I could hear a crowd, but no music. I guessed he was already at the club, but it was still too early for the band to have started.

 

“Hey mutherfucker,” he shouted over the noise. “’Was’up? Where you at?”

 

“Dude, I’m here.” I hissed.

 

“Where?”

 

I shook my head. He sounded drunker than I felt, but I knew it was more an act for the benefit of whoever was at the bar around him. Andre didn’t drink anything except mineral water. He thought everything else was poison aimed at the righteous black man.

 

“I’m at that party I was telling you about.”

 

It took him a beat. “The bitch party?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Sssshhhiiiiit. You bangin’ yet?”

 

“Andre, shut up, dammit. I need your help.”

 

“Boy, a real man in yo’ place wouldn’t need no help.” He laughed.

 

I groaned. “Man, I’m not Captain Jim-fucking-Kirk, alright?”

 

More laughter.

 

“Look, I’m sending you a picture. Check it out. I’m trapped here with a couple dozen drunk, freaky women, and as cool as that sounds, I’m not eighteen fucking years old anymore, you know what I’m saying? I need some god-damn, dick-swinging help here, right now!”

 

I could hear Reg in the background, asking what was up. Andre was laughing so hard he could barely talk. “Shit, man, I was just fuckin’ around wit’ you, Grove, you know you my boy…”

 

I cut him off. “Just look at the damn picture. Okay? You remember the address?”

 

“Well, yeah. Yeah, homeboy, but…”

 

“Good. Hurry.”

 

I disconnected the line, mailed off the picture. As soon as it was sent, I stood, pocketed the phone and opened the bathroom door. I stepped out into the hall, right in front of a tidal wave of drunk and horny womanhood, surging up the stairs. Sarah and Liz led the charge. They stopped barely a foot away from me. Sarah ran the tip of her riding crop up and down my chest.

 

“Well, well. We thought you ran away.”

 

“Oh, no,” I said, as I was surrounded by the flow of curvaceous, scantily clad bodies. “I was just coming back to join the party.”

 

“That’s very sweet. Liz told me you were a sweet boy.” Sarah smiled, and her eyes no longer held that bright, mischievous quality I thought I’d seen early. Now they looked…hungry.

 

“Yeah, well…” I started. Small, warm hands were slowly touching me, running all over. I noticed Liz take my hand, felt a thick leather strap wrap around my wrist. “Hey, now! Uh, look, why don’t we go back down and…”

 

“I don’t think so, sweet boy.”

 

Sarah looked at Liz, who buckled the leather handcuffs tight. I was pushed and pulled over backwards. I lost my balance and fell into the mass of flesh, and then they were all over me. I struggled, but they pinned me to the floor and easily pulled my arms up over my head, tightened the straps of another cuff on my other arm, and then they started ripping at my clothes. I freaked. Started to yell, and Sarah nodded to Liz. She knelt by my head, I looked at her pleadingly, and when I opened my mouth, she stuffed a hard rubber ball inside, then wrapped it in a leather gag and buckled it around my head. My shoes and socks were pulled off, my pants and underwear followed fast, and my shirt was torn to shreds. Hungry, lusting eyes stared at me from above. More cuffs were clamped around my ankles. Sarah straddled my naked body, lightly stroked my swollen cock with her whip. The damn thing throbbed and twitched as she probed at it.

 

“We’ve come to bring the…party…to you.”

 

***

 

Andre snapped his flip-phone shut, slapped it down on the counter, feeling a little bit pissed at his best friend. He remembered Elizabeth, all right, remembered how fine she was, and he just couldn’t figure why Grove sounded so upset. Reg was sitting on the barstool opposite, staring at him, waiting for him to say something. On stage, Barry and the band were just getting their equipment set up, getting ready for their sound check.

 

            “What?”

 

            “Dunno.” Andre shrugged. “Homeboy’s nuts, man.”

 

            The sound tech in the upper booth called check; on stage, the band’s drummer lit into a groove, then Barry joined in with a heavy, rubbery base line. They sounded good-to-go to Andre. He was standing, ready to join the crowd already pushing up to the edge of the stage, but paused as his cell vibrated. Andre checked the phone’s screen: mail from Grove. He flipped open his phone, hit a button, and his jaw dropped.

 

            “What?” Reg repeated over the roar of the crowd. “What the fuck’s goin’ on?”

 

            “Look.”

 

Andre held out the phone. Reg squinted, blinked, looked up at Andre.

 

“That what I think it is?” he said.

 

Andre just nodded.

 

“We outta here?” Reg asked.

 

A beat, then they both nodded together.

 

“YO! BARRY!”

 

Andre cupped his hands around his mouth and bellowed while Reg wildly waved his arms. Barry glanced up, confused, spotted his friends and shrugged, as if to say, what?

“WE’LL CHECK YOU LATER, BRO!”

 

Then they were pushing out of the club, heading towards Andre’s car.

 

***

 

The women dragged me, kicking and squirming, down the hall to the large master bedroom. Liz opened the door, and they hauled me onto a king-size bed. A heavy plastic sheet crackled underneath me. They gathered around the bed, several of them spreading my arms and legs into a wide X-shape. They cuffed my wrists to a heavy iron headboard and my legs to strong iron posts below. They hushed as Sarah straddled my legs, positioned her hips over my knees. She flicked the leather thong at the tip of her riding at my nipples, stinging. She used it to caress me, slid the tip along my jaw.

 

“Now, Sweet,” she whispered. “Don’t be frightened. You’ve been chosen, just for this, specially, by my dear Elizabeth.”

 

Liz smiled vacantly. Like there was nobody home.

 

Sarah slid forward, easing herself over my throbbing cock.

 

“Do you like that, Sweet?” Sarah hissed through clenched teeth. “Don’t you like being so hard?” She reached between her legs and grabbed me, pulling my shaft towards warm, moist lips. “Just a little special powder that dear Elizabeth slipped into your drinks, so you’ll be able to pleasure us for hours and hours.”

 

I closed my eyes as she sank onto me, wiggling like a snake, her pussy taking me in, inch by inch. A low hum filled the room, and I opened my eyes. Sarah had her whip in one hand, balled into a tiny fist and braced on my chest; the other was busy untying the red satin ribbon binding her corset closed. Her eyes were closed tight, a look of pure rapture etched on her smooth face. In the dim light, her pale skin shined like porcelain. Liz knelt on the bed at the left side of my head, eyes closed, her body swaying slightly. She stroked my hair. The hem of her dress was pulled up over her hips, her fingers lightly rubbing her between her thighs. Blondie was on my right, and she’d taken a different approach: she’d pressed her body against the wall by my trapped hand and jammed my fingers into her pussy. Warm juice flowed down over my wrist. The other women around me chanted in a single, sing-song voice, their eyes flickering, bodies moving as one.

 

Above me, Sarah’s hips began a slow, serpentine writhing. She bent forward; mashing her heavy tits into my chest, the soft muscles in her pussy squeezing and releasing my cock as she moved. Her lips grazed my neck, nibbled gently at the hollow of my throat. She opened her eyes and smiled, whipped my side with her crop. I grunted into the gag and my entire body lurched up off the bed with the sudden, stinging pain. She whipped me again, and again, from side to side, each lash stinging, making me twist under her, try to flinch away, but it just drove me further up inside her.

 

“Move, sweet boy. Move with me…”

 

She kept her face level with mine, one hand grabbing my throat, choking me; she hit me harder and faster, until I was bucking spasmodically underneath her, my cock driving up into her pussy. She grunted with effort, and her eyes seemed to cloud over with pleasure as she hurt me, relishing my pain, whipping me into a frenzy.

 

“That’s it…” she moaned softly, “Ummm…so big and hard…,” Her voice changed, dropped to a hiss, a whisper, “You know Sweet, dear Elizabeth slipped you a tiny bit of a very strong drug in each of your drinks…mmmm…that’s it, right…there…mmm, just like that, Sweet…that’s…beautiful…” She gasped and dug her red fingernails into the soft skin of my neck. She swallowed me completely inside, sucking me fully into her warm, juicy cunt. She squirmed happily, rubbing her round bottom on my groin. “Each drink had a large enough dose to make you stay hard and lively for all of us to enjoy you, no matter how many times we decide to take you. Isn’t that wonderful? Mmmmmmm…ohhh…”

 

She licked a finger, ran it down my forehead, over my cheek, and tickled the gag in my mouth. Wiped away the spit oozing down my face; licked her fingers clean. She laughed and began grinding, moving harder and faster, raking her nails over my chest and shoulders hard enough to draw blood. I groaned and cried out, the sounds completely muffled. Sarah fucked me slowly, her whip always working, turning my sides a beet red. Tears of paid and frustration joined the saliva pooling on the plastic under my head, but my dick seemed to have a mind of its own, throbbing painfully with ever tiny squeeze from her pussy.

 

When Sarah finally began to peak, the chanting around us rose to a crescendo. Most of the women I could see were openly masturbating. Sarah pushed away from me, arched her spine and threw her head back. She howled towards the ceiling, her huge tits bouncing, her butt grinding and slapping against my thighs. I fought and fought the urge to cum, but she finally won. She came with a long, sharp cry, her pussy clenching me so hard that I exploded with her, pumping thick white streams of cum, just as her hot juice ran and dribbled down my belly and thighs. Sarah collapsed on top of me, breathing hard, and I heard other women climax as well. I lay still, my cock still hard; aching and buried deep, moisture dripping onto the plastic sheet under my ass.

 

Minutes passed, and when Sarah sat up again, through the muted light, I could swear her eyes had turned to dark slits.

 

Sarah paused for a moment, distracted, like she was listening for something only she could hear, then smiled and turned to two of the younger women. “Well, well. Susan, Tabitha – it seems that Elizabeth’s friend here has taken it on himself to invite more guests. Most unexpected, but…they are just now arriving. Why don’t you go and greet them, offer them refreshments before bringing them back here, hmm?”

 

I could hear the girls mumble, “Of course, Mistress.” Then I heard Elizabeth’s doorbell chiming - once, twice - quietly, as if from very far away; and then the soft patter of the girls’ footsteps receding down the hall.

 

And while Sarah turned her attention back to me, through a blurry haze of drugs and pain, I wondered what the hell I’d gotten myself and my friends into.

 

***

 

“There, that’s it.”

 

            Andre drove past the house, hunting for a place to park. That was the address, for sure, her thought, and damn, Grove wasn’t kidding about the party being packed. There were cars lined up halfway up and down the block. He cruised up a short hill, spotted Grove’s car.

 

“Lookie-lookie,” Andre hummed, tapping the steering wheel with his thumb. “Grove even saved a space for us…” How was that for luck? He pulled a fast u-turn, parked right behind Grove’s old Beamer, then they got out and walked.

 

“Damn, will you look at this shit?” Reg whistled when they got close. The house stank of big money.

 

“Yeah, I know what you mean.” Andre noticed all the lights were on. “Looks like the party’s still happenin’, Yo.”

 

They followed the walkway to the porch, tapped the doorbell twice. Andre listened to the chime, deep inside, kept humming, feeling loose and horny, remembering the roomful of tiny, half-naked women in the picture Grove sent. Reg kept staring, soaking in the size of the place.

 

***

 

“That’s a good, sweet boy,” Sarah hissed, after the girls had gone. “You’ve given up your seed, as you were chosen to do. And now…”

 

Sarah grabbed her crop in both hands, and pulled hard. A tiny, silver knife slipped from its sheath hidden in the handle of the whip, and my eyes went wide. I tried to scream and shake my head no…no, please, no!; but Liz wrapped a fist in my hair, holding me still. The gleaming blade bit deep, sliced a jagged oval from my naval past my nipples. Fresh blood spurted, mingling with the blood still oozing from the scratches Sarah’s fingernails had dug into my skin. I screamed into the gag and thrashed like a madman. My limbs were still buckled tight, and I flopped uselessly around on the bed. Sarah bent and lapped at the warm, sticky blood flowing from the shallow gash she’d carved.

 

Then, with a sickening, gurgling laugh, Sarah lifted her head to mock my screams, and finally, she showed me her true face.

 

I stared, horrified, at the thing that was Sarah, as her ruby lips blackened and peeled away over glistening needle sharp fangs; her tongue rolled out, long and bloated and covered with bristles that stuck like barbs in my skin, ripping away thin strips of skin as she began to feed. All around me, the women were changing: their smooth, creamy skin giving way to pale, scaly, dead flesh. Round eyes turned to black slits, fingers to claws. And hovering just above me, April’s friend, Elizabeth: the beautiful Elizabeth; bending close, brutally mashing my head to the side, grinning obscenely as her lovely smile distended; hot saliva dripped from the yawning pit of her mouth, burning on my cheek as her jagged teeth tore at my throat…

 

***

 

When the door finally opened, both Andre and Reg thought they’d died and gone to heaven. They were greeted by two phenomenal looking bitches swishing twin crystal drinking glasses that were brimming with scotch poured over chipped ice, and they were decked out in some of the skimpiest, sexiest bra’s and panties Andre had ever seen outside of a magazine.

 

They were still standing there staring, goggle-eyed and open-mouthed, when the girls made the first move. One smiled at Reg, the other at Andre. Without uttering a word, the girls batted their eyes, handed the dumbfounded men the drinks, then took them by the arm and whisked them inside. Reg automatically took a huge swig, downing half the drink in a gulp. The girl on his arm looked on approvingly. Andre looked down at his glass, back at the girl smiling up at him.

 

“Well, hey. Thanks, girl. Mm, damn! What is this, whiskey? How did you know that’s just what I needed?”

 

The girl just kept on smiling. She snuggled close, pressed warm, luscious curves against him. She giggled and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. “Try some.”

 

“Well, yeah, alright…,” Andre gulped at her touch, his crotch jumping to attention. “Let’s get this party started, huh?” Andre reluctantly sipped his drink, hating the booze’s smell, hating the burn of the alcohol as it trickled down his throat, hating the buzz he knew he was going to get from having even just this one glass; wishing to hell it was soda water. But everybody was watching and he didn’t want to play the fool, so he sipped anyway, and that’s when the little Asian cutie on his arm reached out, giggling, and tipped his glass straight up. Ice chips clunked against Andre’s teeth, and the amber liquid splashed down his throat, over his shirt.

 

He came up sputtering, eyes burning, staring at his ruined silk shirt. Reg and the tiny redhead clutching his arm laughed like it was the funniest damn thing they’d ever seen.

 

“Dammit, look at this shit,” he growled.

 

Reg was biting the lip of his glass, still snickering. “Yo, man. You s’posed to drink it. Like this…” He took another gulp, downed the rest of his drink, and turned to his girl. “That’s damn good, baby. Got any more?”

 

“Mm-hmm,” she teased, pulling him over to the bar by the stairwell. “Right over here…”

 

Andre futilely brushed at the alcohol dripping off his chin. The Asian cutie pouted for a second, then stepped closer when he ignored her. She gave him an impish little smile, and then started popping open his shirt buttons.

 

He took an involuntary step back as buttons bounced and scattered onto the polished floor. “Whoa – hey now…!”

 

The girl stared up into Andre’s eyes, her hands massaging his bare chest. “Why don’t you just finish the rest of that, and then come upstairs with me and we’ll get you out of these wet clothes?”

 

“Um, okay…” He mumbled.

 

Andre took a last swig, swallowed with a wince. Then he let her take his hand, and found himself following her up the stairs, staring at her swishing ass. Reg and his girl were already halfway up, Reg stumbling a little, playfully pulling at her panties, the girl not doing much to stop him.

 

Andre’s eyes still stung. His vision blurred and he blinked hard, trying to clear it. The girl’s ass faded in and out. He realized he was about to get laid. Unbelievable. He hoped he wouldn’t have a hard time breaking out the condoms. He tried to think of something witty to say, to help break the tension. Came up with a lame, “So, Baby? What’s your name?”

 

She peeked over her shoulder. “Tabitha.”

 

“Tabitha…” Andre mumbled. He was already feeling a little bit juiced. That was some strong shit she made me guzzle, he thought. “We, uh, we were here to meet up with a friend of ours, a dude named Grover…er, well, he goes by Grove. White boy, but big, tall, you know? Played ball wit’ him back in school in the day…”

 

He was babbling. Shit felt all wrong, he needed some time to sort things out, get through the bleary haze that had taken over most of his skull. Tabitha seemed to notice he was hesitating, took him by the hand. “He’s right up here, sweetheart, in the bedroom with everybody else.”

 

“Oh, okay,” he nodded, as she pulled him on down the hall. “Hey – you say ‘sweetheart’?”

 

            For an answer, Tabitha gave him another enigmatic look, a look that sent his blood pounding.

 

Reg and his girl disappeared into a doorway, through which eager, female faces peeked out. Andre felt his crotch give him a push, felt it taking over, losing control. He was blinking hard now, lurching a little from side-to-side, when Tabitha guided him through the doorway.

 

Andre dropped her hand and glanced around. He shook his head, still trying to clear his vision. It wasn’t working, just making the back of his skull pound. The room started spinning. He closed his eyes and stopped dead, right inside the doorway. Hands reached for him, pulled him partway into the room, yanked at his wet, stained shirt, began unbuckling his pants. He groaned happily, enjoying the beginnings of his erection. The first thing he noticed, when he opened his eyes again, was Reg, completely surrounded by about six hot bitches that were pushing him to the floor, literally ripping off his clothes. Reg was giggling like a girl, halfway naked already, playfully biting at a pair of hard pink nipples swaying just out of his reach.

 

“Holy crap.”

 

Andre felt hands on his hips and looked down at Tabitha, who was kneeling in front of his crotch, pushing his pants down around his ankles. His cock sprung out, almost smacked her in the face. She wrapped him up in a tiny little fist, started pumping. When her lips touched him, Andre heard himself groan with pleasure.

 

He looked back down noticed the floor, some kind of funky carpet…no, not carpet, more like…plastic wrap, spread all over …?

 

Before he could think about what that meant any further, a half dozen women circled him. Fingers ran through his short, spiky dreadlocks. Hands played with his shoulders, his chest, pinched his ass. The crowd of women parted, and Andre glimpsed a hot-looking old bitch, riding the life out of some lucky dude tied to the bed. The dude’s legs and feet quivering, strapped to the headboard by the wrists, his hands knotted into fists clenched so hard the tendons stood out in his forearms. Andre saw something familiar, squinted to get a better look. A tattoo on one of the dude’s forearms, of some Muppet character – just like the one that Grove had done back in high school…

 

The fact took a moment to register. Then Andre called to his friend.

 

“Grove?”

 

            The woman straddling Grove turned and growled at the interruption, gnashing wickedly sharp teeth, wiping at a red smear dribbling down her chin. Another face that Andre recognized looked up as well, and he gasped. Elizabeth – or what passed for Elizabeth now. Both women were covered in blood; blood that was still weakly spurting from Grove’s skinned chest. Bare bone shone under crimson stained gristle. Grove’s body twitched spasmodically; free of Elizabeth’s grip, his head lolled forward, his eyes rolled back in their sockets, focused, then came to rest on Andre.

 

            Grove moaned wetly, whispered through bloody foam, “Help me…”

 

 Andre’s eyes popped open, his vision suddenly very clear. And then, Reg started screaming. Andre turned to see his friend being eaten alive…

 

            “Oh, holy fucking shit! Reg…”

 

            Andre felt needle sharp teeth bite into the thick muscles of his shoulders. Something hissed down by his groin, and he squealed in pain, jerked backwards as Tabitha bit into his penis, tearing away a mouthful of the organ with a spray of blood. Andre grabbed at his wounded manhood, tangled his feet in his pants and fell into the hall. He tried to crawl away from the horror, clawing at the thick carpet, mewling like a kitten. But strong hands grabbed him by the ankles and pulled him back into the bedroom. He struggled, but it was useless. Women covered him and he was flipped over, held easily in place on the floor as Reg’s howls became fainter, turned into a weak gurgling.

 

            The old woman slithered off Grove’s supine body, stood over Andre as he whimpered in fear and pain. She knelt, straddling his hips, bared her teeth in a wide, gory smile.

 

            “Welcome,” she hissed in a voice that wasn't remotely human, “to the party.”

 

            Andre had time to scream, once. And then the women began to feed.

 

 

~ Fin ~

 

However,just as I was about to do so,a handsome young stud had walked right through me and over to Mary,who had looked at the male stranger with a smile on her face and asked,"Were you being followed?"

"No,I wasn't followed.I've made sure of that.",answered the handsome stranger,after he had placed his gentle hand on Mary's cheek and just before they had kissed each other ever so passionately on the lips.

Then,after he had undid her bikini top and placed his hand inside the bottom half of her swimsuit to carress her hot,wet pussy,Mary had allowed him to start licking on her firm breasts,placed her lips next to his ear and whispered,"Oooohhhh,yeeeessss!I want you to do it,Gene!I want you to fuck me like you would fuck your wife!"

That was when I had dropped the swimsuit,looked around the room and discovered that the visions were gone,causing me to realize that it must've been the food that I had eaten on the plane-ride over here.

However,just as I was about to go through my sister's stuff one more time,there was a knock at the door,causing little curious me to go over to the door,open it and see a stoic man hold up a police detective's badge and say,"Miss Lucy Saget,I'm Detective Jerry Boxleitner,NYPD Homicide.I just wanted to welcome you to our fair city,offer my sympathies for your loss and see if you were alright."

And then,after I had let out a sigh of relief,I had placed my hand on my chest and said,"Well,Detective.I do want to thank you for your welcome and sympathies.As for checking to see if I'm alright,you could plainly see that I am.Is there anything else I could help you with,Detective?"

"No,Ma'am.Not right now.",answered a concerned Jerry,after he had given me a card with his name on it."But if you're able to come-up with anything else,just feel free to give me a call.The number is underneath my name."

But then,after he had lift the apartment and I had closed the door behind him,I had turned towards the box of Mary's stuff,took a deep breath and hope to God that I would never go through another one of those shocking visions again.

But after I had picked up one of her NYU text books,another vision had suddenly appeared before my eyes whether I want it to or not.

This time,it was inside a place that had looked exactly like a college professor's office and even though the words on the door were backwards,I was able to read the name--Gene Harden--and the title--Professor,NYU Sci-Med Department--on it.

Just then,there was a knock on the door and a voice from somewhere behind me had said,"Come on in!Door's open!"

And after the door had opened,I was shocked to discover Mary standing right in front of me with a nervous look on her face and asked,"Do you wish to see me,Professor Harden?"

"Yes,Miss Saget.I do wish to see you.",answered the mysterious voice,after I had turned around and discovered that it was the same Gene that she had that rendezvous on the beach in the last vision."Please,do come in and sit down."

And then,after she had stepped into the office,closed the door behind her and sat herself down in a chair in front of his desk,a small-smiling Gene had gotten out of his seat,walked over to my sister,placed his hands on her shoulders and said,"Now,Miss Saget.It has come to my attention that you were having some difficulty in understanding the attraction between a man and a woman.Am I corect?"

And after she had taken a deep breath,my poor reluctant sister had started tweedling her thumbs and answered,"Yes,Professor Harden.You see,while I was taking a short-cut to my next class,I had suddenly heard some strange sounds coming inside the music building.I've took a peek inside and discovered two of my classmates having sex with each other.At first,I've thought that you have to be married to allow such things to happen."

"Well,Miss Saget.That's where you were wrong.",said the understanding professor,after he had moved his hands down to my sister's very own breasts,which had suddenly became firm by his touch."You see,you really don't need to be married to hve sex with an adult male.And if you'll allow me to,I shall demonstrate that little theroy to you."

And with that,both my sister and her professor had kissed each other ever so passionately on the lips,just before they had taken all of their clothes off and placed their nude bodies on the floor and Gene had started licking all over Mary's body--all the way down to her hot,wet pussy and carressing her stiff mounds.

"Aaaahhhh!Professor Harden,what are you doing to me?Plase don't do this!I don't want it!Stop it!Oooohhh!Please,Gene!Don't stop!",said Mary,after she had placed her hands on Gene's bare shoulders."Yeeeessss!That's it!Do it,Gene!Touch me!Touch me there!Suck my wet pussy dry!Aaaahhhh!"

And while I was watching them having sex with one another,I had suddenly noticed the look on Mary's face that was suggesting that she was experiencing something that she had never experienced with anyone other than herself before,for she was experiencing pure and untamed erotica...and enjoying every minute of it.

Just then,after he had placed his stiff cock inside her asshole and used each of his hands to carress both her tits and snatch,a sexually-energized Mary had placed her hands on Gene's bare arms and yelled,"AAAAHHHH,YES!THAT'S IT!DO IT,YOU PIECE-OF-SHIT!FUCK ME!I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME!MAKE ME WANNA CUM!AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!"

And then,after they had started moving harder and faster and their lovemaking has reached its final college semester,the two newfound lovers had came and collapsed due to exhaustion.

Then,after they were both finally able to catch their breath,Mary had placed her head on Gene's chest,let out a sigh and said,"Oooohhhh,Gene.That felt ssssoooo gooood.I just wish that we could be together forever."

"Believe me,Mary.I'm wishing for the exact same thing.",said Gene,after he had gently placed his hand on her head and just before they had snuggled-up to each other and fell asleep with their naked arms in a lover's embrace.

Just then,a sudden knock at the door of my sister's apartment had caused me to accidently drop the book on the floor and the visions to disappear again.

However,after I was abe to pull myself together and walk over to the door,I had opened it and my eyes had grown as wide as saucers,for standing right in front of me was Gene Harden,my sister's lover himself.

"Hi,you must be Mary's sister,Lucy.I'm Gene,one of Mary's really good friends.",said a smiling Gene."I've heard that you were in town to put her affairs in order and figued that you might need some help.Can I come in?"

And after I had cleared my throat and allowed him to step into the apartment,I had closed the door behind him,walked over to him and asked,"How long have you known my sister?"

"Oooohhhh,it has been since she had first arrived at NYU and discovered that with the right amount of help,she would've became one of the top minds in the Sci-Med field someday.",answered Gene,just before he had noticed the look of suspicion on my face."May I ask why are you asking?"

And then,after I had placed my hands on the box that still had Mary's stuff in it,I had taken a deep breath and answered,"What would you say if I were to tell you that whenever I take something out of this box,I see visions of my sister having sex with one of her college professors?"

The only response that I had gotten to that question was a hearty laugh and these words,"I would honestly say that you were out of your mind.Trust me,Lucy.There's no possible way that such a scenairo would ever happen.Okay?"

But then,after I had said 'yes' to that question and touched his friendly hand,another vision had appeared before me,which has the two lovers inside my sister's apartment.

"YOU FUCKING SON-OF-A-BITCH!I DON'T BELIEVE THIS!YOU SAID THAT YOU LOVED ME!YOU SAID THAT WE WERE GOING TO GET MARRIED!",yelled a very upset Mary."YOU WERE LYING TO ME,WEREN'T YOU?!JUST ANOTHER FUCKING DUMBASS LIE!"

"LOOK,MARY!YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!I REALLY DO LOVE YOU!",yelled Gene,after he had plaed his hands on my sister's arms."IT'S JUST THAT I'M NOT READY TO LEAVE MY WIFE YET!AND I'M AFRAID THAT SHE WERE TO FND OUT ABOUT OUR AFFAIR,IT'LL CAUSE HER TO DIE OF HEART FAILURE!"

"YOU BETTER GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF OF ME,YOU FUCKING PRICK!OR I'LL PICK THE PHONE AND CALL THE POLICE!",yelled an angry Mary,just before Gene had accidently caused her to hit her head against the kitchen counter,which had killed her instantly.

That was when I had pulled my hand away from Gene's,pointed at him with my shaking finger and said,"You did it!You were the one who killed Mary!"

And after he had realized that I had somehow discovered his secret,Gene had looked at me with a sinister stare on his face,pulled off the drape cord and said,"Yes,Lucy!I'm the one who killed your fucking bitch of a sister!But you should've looked at it this way!I've done you and the rest of the world a favor by killing that skanky cow and tossing her fucking body right into the goddamn fucking river!"

And then,after he had discovered that I was pinned against the wall and in-between the counter and the refrigerator,an devilishly-gleeful Gene had slowly moved himself closer towards me and said,"But since you're unable to see that,I guess that I have no other choice,but to do the rest of the world one more favor!Say goodbye forever,Bitch!"

But then,just as he was about to wrap that drape cord around my throat and start choking me with it,I had opened the refrigerator door and smacked him in the face with it.

And while he was laying on the floor and crying out in pain,I had opened the apartment door and ran out of that horrific scene as fast as I possibly could,only to have him grab me in the stairwell,forced me against the wall and start choking me with his bare hands.

"YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE SO SMART,HUH BITCH?!WELL,GUESS WHAT!YOU WERE WRONG!YOU WERE ALL WRONG!",yelled Gene,while my entire life has started flashing before my eyes."YOU!MY WIFE!YOUR FUCKING SISTER!YOU DESERVED TO KILLED!EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU FUCKING BITCHES!YOU DON'T LOVE ME AND YOU NEVER WILL LOVE ME!NOT NOW AND NOT EVER!"

But then,just as I was about to die due to lack of oxygen,someone had shot a gun and killed Gene,causing him to let go of my throat and drop dead on the floor.

And then,after I was finally able to catch my breath,I had looked up and discovered that my rescuer was none other than NYPD Homicide Detective Jerry Boxleitner,who had just told me that he had a pretty strong hunch that it was Gene who had murdered my poor sister and decided to tail him to see what other dark secrets he has hidden from the entire NYU faculty.

Then,after he had helped me get back on my feet,a confused Jerry had looked at me and asked,"Thre's sill one little detail that puzzeles me.How were you able to figure it out?"

And after I had realized that if I were to tell him about the visions that I had seen,he would be unable to believe me,I had just taken a deep breath and answered,"Let's just say that I have a special connection with my sister."

THE END!

The shadow watched her, one hand resting on a column as it leaned against the marble. Diandra had been here for a long time, several months. Disappearing for a day or so when she was needed in the Fae Realm, but always, she returned. In the months she had been staying at The Bloody Rose, she had grown from the small child she had appeared as and grown into a young woman who appeared to be in her late teens. Her form was small, but only a blind man could not notice the curves that she had. But she had still not regained her memories of her former lives. Everyone had hope that some day she would remember, but everyone also realized that it was something that would happen in its own time.

Diandra turned again, but a hand pulled the silk sheet over her body, allowing the darkness only a brief glimpse of the soft flesh beneath.

It was that brief glimpse that caused a soft growl and sexual energy to emit from the shadowy figure. This did cause Diandra to wake up, her silver and azure eyes glowed softly as they looked around the darkness. “Who’s there?” she whispered.

The figure raised a hand, the lights in the room turning on, casting a dim, warm glow over the room. Merriec stepped away from the column, smiling strangely. Diandra sat up slightly, holding the sheet close to her body, a soft blush to her cheeks. “Hello, Lord Merriec,” she said as she glanced around the room. “Is something the matter?” Merriec shook his head, his black hair gleaming in the dim light. “Then why are you in here?”

Merriec was suddenly on the bed, his face so close to hers that he could feel the warmth of her lips. “Ma belle fleur (My beautiful flower), what reason do you think I have for being in here? You.” He leaned forward, brushing his lips against hers as one of his hands gently tugged at the sheet she clutched to her chest.

“L-Lord Merriec. I don’t-“

“Shh, Diandra. I won’t hurt you. Je ne ferais jamais cela a’ vous (I would never do that to you). I gave you my memories from your past life. I wanted you to see how I loved you, and respected you, hoping you would remember. I could not stand to think that you could fear me. Je souhaite seulement vous me rappeler nous (I only wish for you to remember us).”

Diandra’s eyes began to tear, “Merriec, I’m so sorry. I’ve tried, I really have. I just can’t remember. I know how much you loved Shailiha-“

Merriec placed a finger to her lips. “Je vous ai aim’e, Diandra. Je toujours (I loved you, Diandra. I still do). I value your friendship. I cherish your beauty. Within and without. I told myself that your friendship love was all that I could ever want or need, but when you died, I felt as if I’d cursed us both by not giving in to my true feelings and desires. Chaque nuit, je r^eve de vous (Every night, I dream of you). I dream of what it would be like to make love to you. I even have nightmares of holding you as you die again, still having never known what it is to have been with you. Please, Ma Fae. Make one dream true, and make sure the other never comes true again. Permettez-moi de donner ceci aux tous les deux nous (Allow me to give this to the both of us).”

Tears slid down from Diandra’s eyes as she kissed the tip of his finger that rested against her lips. He leaned in and kissed her tears from her cheeks as her hands moved to his face. Merriec’s hands slid to her shoulders, his palms moving over her soft skin as he caressed the silk off her shoulders.

Her hands pulled his face to hers and she kissed him slowly, sensually, her tongue sliding against his.

Merriec’s hands moved over her back, his fingers spread so that he could touch as much of her as possible. Her hands moved to his shirt, slowly pulling it up form his waist, he reluctantly raised his arms, the soft growl in his throat relaying he did not like that lack of contact his body had with hers, but she had the shirt off him before a heartbeat sounded within her chest and his hands were moving over her body once again in exploration.

He nuzzled against her neck, his hands moving to her breasts, pressing against the soft flesh. His fingertips brushed over her nipples, eliciting soft moans as his touch caused them grow harder.

Diandra’s hands moved through Merriec’s dark hair, her fingers tightening slightly. Merriec pulled the sheet away from her body and sat back. His gaze locked with hers, seductive possession swirling in his eyes as he allowed his gaze to lower, taking in the sight of her naked body before him.

He smiled at the soft blush that covered her body. He loved how it made her areolas and nipples a darker pink. He noticed that she kept one leg bent and leaning over the other, concealing her womanhood.

His palm rested on her bended knee. He couldn’t believe how perfectly his hands rested against her body, as if she was created for him and his touch alone.

Merriec laid down on the bed, propped up on one elbow as he slid his hand up her thigh, slowly moving it inward, until his fingers were brushing against her inner thigh. Slowly, his gaze moved back up her body to her face. He smiled, his hand gently caressing her creamy soft skin. She returned his smile, one hand moving to cup his cheek. He turned his head at the last instant and kissed her palm. “Je vous veux, Diandra. Tout le vous (I want you, Diandra. All of you).”

She smiled to him, love shining in her eyes. While Diandra did not have the memories of her past lives, she had no doubt in her mind that she loved Merriec. Since the first moment she had laid eyes on him, she had felt a strange pull to him from within her soul. Merriec had shown her nothing but patience, tenderness, caring, and love since that day he appeared on the rise in Mongolia . “Merriec, I give myself to you. Completely. Mind, body, and soul.”

The conviction and tenderness that was in those words touched the deepest recesses of Merriec’s soul. He kissed her passionately; the fire and passion within that kiss seared her to her very core. His hand slid from her thigh and cupped her, his palm pressing against the moist warmth as he slid a finger gently inside her.

They both gasped. She from his gentle invasion. He from the wet fire that gripped his finger so tightly. Her body moved slightly, sliding his palm against her as his finger moved deeper. The soft moan issuing from her made him pull back from the kiss slightly. “Ma belle fleur(My beautiful flower), if you continue like this, Je ne pourrai pas se commander (I will not be able to control myself).” He smiled and leaned over, grazing his teeth over her breast, teasing her nipple before he gently sucked on it, his finger moving slowly within her.

He didn’t slide deep inside her. He wanted to wait a while longer before he brought her that instant of pain before the pleasure rippled through her body.

“Merriec,” Diandra whispered, “mark me as yours. Please. Take my blood and brand me as yours.”

He slid his finger out of her, the pressed two into her entrance, she gasped again, feeling his fingers stretching her. “Si est ce ce que vous voulez vraiment (If that is what you really want).” She nodded, and he smiled, lifting his head and moving his lips to her neck.

“No. Not there. Not yet. I want you to do it here,” her hands gently guided his head to her left breast. “Please, Merriec. Here. On my breast. Over my heart.”

He tenderly kissed her breast before his fangs skimmed over the gently swell, searching. She moaned, her sheath tightening around his fingers as he pulled them back more, he didn’t want her to lose her innocence to his probing fingers.

He sank his fangs into the soft creamy swell of her breast. The taste of her blood reminded him of spiced wine. The very essence of her was intoxicating. Her hips moved slightly, trying to take his fingers deeper, but he wouldn’t allow that. His palm grinded gently against her as he slowly released the endorphins into her body, keeping the sensations to a minimum. He wanted all of her their first time. He wanted to give her pleasure, and have his own.

Diandra moaned, her arms cradling his head as he sucked gently. Her breathing was slightly ragged as she fought to keep her moans low. He sent a strong burst of pleasure through her body, making her body jerk and a soft scream to sound from her.

He pulled his lips from the wonderful taste of her blood, his tongue moving over the wound, healing it, but leaving a faint scar. He had done as she had asked, and now he would do more.

He brushed his lips over her stomach, slowly making his way lower. Relishing in the texture of her skin, the warmth, the taste, he was in Heaven. Everything about her made his blood heat.

He nibbled at the soft mound between her thighs and she gasped, her body tensing. “Shh,” he said as he moved his body between her legs. His gaze met hers as he lowered his head, his tongue gently pressing against her, sliding over her, tasting her.

She groaned, her hips moving against his mouth as he slid it deeper, tasting more of her. He felt and tasted the juices coming from her. He loved it. He wanted more. He slid his tongue along her lower lips, his tongue probing and swirling over her.

She moaned, her hands sliding through his hair, her body arching into his mouth. His tongue moved faster, driving her to moan and scream as juices flowed from her. His tongue moved to lap at the nectar, taking every drop that he came forth from her.

He crawled up her body and kissed her, letting her taste what he did. Something he desired from her.

She moaned softly at the taste, and then placed a hand on his shoulder, gently pushing him until he was on his back. She smiled, her fingertips gently moving over his chest. She caressed the scar there as she stared at it thoughtfully for a moment before leaning down, and pressing her lips gently against it in a soft kiss.

He closed his eyes, reveling in the soft kisses that were so innocent, and yet not. He couldn’t help but think she was in his mind, somehow knowing exactly what he wanted.

He felt her fingers grasp the waist of his pants and pull them slowly down. His member sprang from the fabric and his breath hitched. He had wanted this for so long. He opened his eyes and smiled. He had wanted her.

Her gaze met his and held it as her fingers wrapped around his shaft, slowly moving along the length of him. He smiled and moaned at the sensation. She smiled, her head lowering until he could feel her warm breath over the velvet tip. He held his breath.

Slowly, her lips closed around him, her tongue swirling against him. Her mouth was hot and wet as she sucked him. Her fingers rising to meet her lips, then back to the base, driving him mad with desire. His hips rotated sliding him deep into her mouth. He wanted to be completely inside her.

She felt the tip of him pressing against the back of her throat and moaned, the vibrations making him gasp. Then he nearly screamed as he felt her take him deep into her throat, her gaze never wavering from his. She swallowed, her muscles tightening around him, making him scream in pleasure once more. One hand moved to her hair and gripped it gently, pulling her head against his thrusting hips. She didn’t try to make him stop, if anything, her tight mouth and swallowing urged him on.

He felt the build-up inside him. His hips thrust faster as he moaned. He tried to tell her, he wanted to, but as he watched her, looking into her glowing eyes, he could only manage a moan of pleasure before he felt himself release, spilling his seed down her throat.

He fell back against the bed, breathing heavily. Diandra sat up, placing a soft kiss on the tip of his member before he pulled her face to his for another searing kiss.

Merriec wrapped his arms around Diandra’s waist and turned so that he lay on top of her, covering her body with his own. Her body fit so perfectly against his that he just lay there for a moment, letting their bodies mold to one another.

She smiled softly, her legs rising as the arch of her foot molded against the curves of his leg. He felt her center pressing against him. Merriec smiled, sliding a finger tenderly down one side of her face. “Ma belle fleur, I want you to know that when I enter you, it may hurt, but only for a moment.”

Diandra nodded, placing her hands on his shoulders for comfort and support. “I understand, Merriec.”

Merriec slowly eased into her, clenching his teeth against the pleasure as he felt how tight her body was around him. She moaned, feeling him stretching her, filling her as no one else could.

He pressed against the proof of her innocence and stopped, waiting for her body to adjust to him. “Diandra?”

Her nails pressed against his skin in anticipation. “Go on, Merriec.”

With one sudden, solid thrust he broke through the thin barrier, she cried out softly and her nails broke through a layer of his skin, but he liked the small amount of pain.

He waited a moment, then kissed her as his hips began rocking gently as he moved within her.

Wet, hot velvet gripped him as he moved in and out of her. Soft moans of pleasure filled the room as he began to move faster.

Merriec’s lips moved over Diandra in exploration. He noted her every reaction. He groaned as he felt her legs wrap around him, tightening, pulling him deeper inside.

His hands moved down her sides then cupped her buttocks, gripping them, he moved faster, harder, driving deeper with every thrust.

Diandra screamed softly, pulling her nails over Merriec’s back. Something hard brushed against her chest as he moved, sending electric sparks throughout her body, only adding to the pleasure he was giving her.

Merriec moved faster, unable to think. All he was aware of was the pleasure and Diandra, the source of the sensations rippling through his body.

Diandra’s screams of pleasure grew with Merriec’s. He looked into her eyes and she tilted her head to the side, exposing her neck to him. He smiled as he moaned and leaned down, licking her neck lovingly before he sank his teeth into her for a second time.

He let the chemicals flow freely into her as he thrust his hips against her. Her screams rising in pitch as the pleasure of his bite and the full force of her orgasm hit her.

Her body clenched, gripping his as she screamed. The force of her sheath around him made him climax at that exact moment, filling her with his warm juices.

His body began to relax, but hers did not. She was still under his spell, his fangs buried deep in her jugular. He groaned, slowly decreasing the endorphins that pumped into her until her body relaxed.

Reluctantly, he released her from his bite, making sure a faint mark remained on her neck after the wound healed. She had given herself to him, and he would keep her for as long as she wished to stay. And any vampire’s gaze to rest on her neck would see the mark as bright as a new brand, and know not to touch her without permission. Hers or his.

She groaned softly and he rose slightly, looking down at her. Smoky pleasure filled her eyes as he gazed into them. “Yes, Diandra?”

“Something’s shocking me. ” Her hand moved over her chest and brushed against a small metal object.

Merriec felt the chain against his neck shift and he looked down. Shailiha’s ring rested against Diandra’s chest, glowing softly. “It is your ring. J’ai ‘et’e ‘ego’i’ste en le gardant (I have been selfish in keeping it). I was to give it back to you when you returned to me.”

With those words, he untied the chain and slid the ring from it. He smiled as he placed it on her left hand, the same finger she had pulled it from before when she gave it to him.

Diandra gasped and tensed, her eyes flashing white as lightening. She sat up and looked around, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Merriec, that was why I couldn’t remember! I placed my memories in the ring I gave to you!” She sat up and hugged him, holding onto to him tightly, as if she hadn’t seen him in an eternity.

  Merriec returned her embrace with just as much love and happiness. “Je suppose que je ne devrais pas avoir ‘et’e ‘ego’i’ste, non? (I suppose I should have given it back sooner, no?)” He smiled, nuzzling into her neck and lying down, holding her to him as they drifted to sleep.