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I was painting. Red on black, dashes of colbalt, melding strangely.
He called me at the studio asking I come back to the main house
Right in the middle of a sweep of colbalt I lift the brush and leave
Wiping my hands on my smock and smoothing my hair as I jog

he never interrupts my painting, odd

I knew he would be there, that library of his, so male, so austere
Throwing my smock on the side table I came up behind him and purred
Chin on his shoulder massaging his neck, my hair tumbled down his chest
All of it off, NOW I stripped flustered and with shaky fingers obeyed

what did I do or not do? How can I make it right? please don’t hurt me

The last piece off and he wrapped his hand and forearm around my hair
He pulled me backward, my hair holding most of the weight of my body
Yelping I grabbed at the hand wrapped like a glove in my hair and he yanked
He lead me to the dining area and as he pulled me to the table I leapt a bit

If I hadnt leapt, the edge would have hit my spine, what is wrong?

He slid me across the mahogany as my head and his hand cleared the table
Seats twelve, this table, he stopped my shoulders at the edge throat exposed

My stemware, what am I going to serve the wine in at dinner?

My head back and my hair playing soft games with the hardwood floors
I dare not move. It has always been hard for me to breath in this position
He knows it and he has chosen to place me this way and then I hear a zipper

He is going to take me right on this table, he is going…

Putting his fingers in my mouth I open to take them in and then his cock
He holds to my breast like handles to keep me in place in my lack of air
Hitting the back of my throat and pressing down my tongue, shoving
Slamming the back of my head into the ornate carving of the table
I grab onto his clothed ass and walk my hips up high towards the chandelier

He is going to fuck me to death I can’t breathe

He knows when my hips rise I am ready to cum but waiting for him to allow
Letting go of my breasts he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me
Wrapping my legs around his neck I concentrate on the rhythm of his cock

I can breath

As some old fashion Karma Sutra pose we walk pussy to mouth cock to throat
I can feel him breathing on my wetness, he knows I cannot concentrate
He knows his breath alone will take me over the edge and beyond
I feel like I have never lived life without the my mouth full of him, the taste
I was never alive until he fucked my mouth and I will never be alive again

His taste is driving me insane I want to swallow his skin and chew on his gristle

As he comes in my mouth his stubbley chin settles in my juices he whispers into my pussy, cum my whore, cum and I cum again

and again and again

Our guests will be coming soon, I have paint and cum all over me. I kiss his mouth
He zips and I hear his boots crunching on my stemware. I have alot to do tonight.

not sure what brought that on but beats painting in colbalt anyday

It was a nice calm summers evening, It was still warm, but cooling down a little now.
Indica had spent most of the day lazing around in her hammock in the garden, reading and sipping cool lemonade. She got up and wandered down the garden to find James sitting in his office at his computer working. He saw her coming and looked up and smiled.
‘Hello gorgeous’
She giggled and smiled, every time he looked at her it sent a little thrill through her, it was just the look in his eyes, she loved it. She walked over to him, standing next to him. He reached out, and put his had round her bum, stroking it gently.
‘What are you up to then?’ he asked
‘I wondered if we could go out for a drive, it’s a lovely evening’ she said with a smile.
‘Sounds like a plan, I could do with a break’ James said with a grin

They went out to the car and as they got in, James handed her the blindfold
‘You might want to put this on. Lets make this a mystery drive’
Indica smiled, and put it on then felt James move over, taking her hands saying
‘And just for good measure, lets put these on too’ and she felt him put the handcuffs on, and clip them together in front of her.

Indica smiled to herself, this was something they had talked about once, that it would be quite fun to go for a drive and for her to be blindfolded and not know where they were going, then if they could find somewhere suitable they could stop and have a quick play.
They drove for a while, to start Indica tried to work out where they were going, right at the end of the road, left a little way on, and tried to visualise the roads as they went, but she soon lost her bearings and had no idea where they were going.

Eventually she felt the car pull in onto rough ground and they stopped. James turned off the engine, saying as he did,
‘Right, in a minute, I am going to take off your blindfold, and you can get out of the car, but you must keep your cuffs on. Then I will take you to where i want you to be, then the blindfold goes back on -understand?’
‘Ok,’
He leant over and gently took off the blindfold and Indica could see they were down a track with the car facing into some woods. She had no idea where, she didn’t recall seeing these woods before.
‘Ok, lets go for a walk’ said James, getting out of the car and walking round to Indica’s side, opening the door and she got out. James shut the door behind her, and guided her as they walked.

‘This is lovely; so peaceful’ she said, looking round her. ‘I don’t think I have ever been here before, where are we?’
James looked at her and smiled, saying nothing. Indica knew she wasn’t going to get an answer and just smiled to herself knowing they were going to play, and that it would be fun.
They came to a small cluster of trees, where a couple of them had grown across each other, making a sort of low X shape.

‘Here’ said James with a glint in his eye guiding her over to them, ‘this looks ideal for a bit of playtime.’
Indica knew that look, it really did mean they would have some fun, he had obviously planned this, seen these trees before, she was looking forward to this. James pulled her close, and started kissing her at the same time lifted her dress and pulled her knickers down slightly and slid his fingers into her pussy.

‘Indi, you are such a dirty slut, you are soaking wet already, look at the state of you.’

Indica gave a little giggle, she didn’t care, it all felt so good, James’ hand playing with her pussy and clit, being close to him, the warmth of the sun coming through the trees, the smell of slightly damp English Woodland on a warm summers day….. she couldn’t think of anything better.

‘Mmmm, that’s good’ she murmured.

‘Yes, it is, but this wont do, I want to fuck you, but first I want you tied up, just so you cant go anywhere.’

Then he slid the blindfold back on over her eyes, so once again she could see nothing.
Then pulling some rope out of his pockets, he took her hands unclipped the cuffs and took each hand and tied it out to a tree each side and again with her legs, wrapping the rope gently round her ankles before tying them to the tree.
‘There, how’s that feel, nice and exposed?’
‘Yes, that’s good, really good.’ She replied with a smile
James leant forwards, again playing with her pussy, this time it felt even better with her legs tied apart and hands tied out, she felt really helpless and so exposed, almost as if he could be anyone playing with her…

He stopped and she heard him cut a branch from the tree, then felt it as he ran it up her bare legs, lifting the skirt of her dress and stroking it over her bum cheeks, very gently tapping her with it, in a mock flogging. She wiggled her bum playfully, giggling. She felt James move closer, his arms round her waist, his breath in her ear, as he said in a low voice
‘Do that again and I’ll spank you hard, understand?’
She giggled again, but knew he meant it; she didn’t want to spoil this wonderful day by getting spanked, so kept still and just said quietly
‘Ok’
Then running his hands down her back, sending shivers down her spine, he slid his cock into her soaking wet pussy. She shuddered under the intensity of the pleasure as he moved in and out feeling herself tensing round him wanting to cum…

‘Hmm, I’ve left the car unlocked,’ he said, pulling out, ‘I’d better go back and lock it. I wont be a minute, don’t go away’.
Indica smiled briefly at the comment, ‘don’t go away’ one of James favourites, but then thought of being left there alone.
‘Oh; ok you wont be long will you?’ She said anxiously. Suddenly feeling very nervous at the thought of being left there, even if only briefly, while he went to the car and back. She knew herself it wasn’t far, she had just walked here with him, but still it made her nervous.
James stopped and putting his arms round her again, kissed the back of her neck, then smiling said
‘Indi, you will be fine, I wont be long, I can see you here all the way back to the car. No one is around, we are miles from anywhere, I wouldn’t let any harm come to you, you know that. I’ll be back in a minute.’
Then tapping her on the bum, he walked away.

Indica stood there, in anticipation, blindfolded, tied out, feeling exposed, her knickers down round one ankle where James had pulled them down to get at her pussy which was now also feeling quite open and exposed from being played with it, her little summer dress almost covering her bum cheeks but just gently bouncing as the breeze caught it from time to time.

She listened to the rustle of trees, smelling the warm dampness as she waited for James to return. She knew there must be a road nearby, as they had driven it themselves, and now she heard the sound of an engine in the distance, and getting closer. She listened, her heart pounding, remembering James’ words ‘I can see you here all the way back to the car… I wouldn’t let any harm come to you, you know that.’ she knew it was true, she knew he wouldn’t let anyone hurt her, but still she felt uneasy. They had been here about 20 mins now, and it had been silent with no traffic at all. Now, James had left her, she could hear traffic, and whatever that engine was, it seemed to be slowing down, it almost sounded as if it was pulling into where they had parked the car, a deep throbbing engine, had it stopped moving, or gone past? She wasn’t sure, but now it had gone quiet. She wondered how long James was going to be, he seemed to have been gone ages now already. She knew time was probably going slowly for her, as she was anxious for his return, but still it did seem like a while since he had just gone to lock the car. She wondered what he could be doing, perhaps whoever it was with the engine had stopped, and James was talking to them, after all they both knew what a petrol head he was. She smiled to herself at the irony of it; here she was blindfolded, tied to a tree, in the middle of nowhere, her knickers round her ankles, while James was chatting to someone about engines…. But then on the flip side, he could well be talking to them in the hope they just went away again and to keep them away from her.

She stood there, tied, listening intently, waiting…she heard a twig snap quite close and footfalls rustling the leaves. Phew, the engine had obviously gone, and now, here was James back too. She smiled to herself, thinking how silly she had been to worry. She heard the movement getting closer, and waited for James to speak. He was quiet, she felt a hand touch her bum, and run down and back up her legs. Indica froze, this wasn’t James, that wasn’t James hands, something felt different. She said nothing, wondering what she should do, should she shout for help? Should she scream? Surely James must have seen this person, if it was the owner of the engine, he must have seen them come in, he must know they were here and would have diverted them away. She thought she must just being silly, she was just imagining it was a different person, after all the mind does have a habit of playing tricks on you when you are nervous.

She tried to relax, telling herself it was just James being quiet, and pretending to be someone else, he had done it before at home. She felt the hand move over and round her bum, gently squeezing her bum cheeks and then slide down and into her pussy. It still didn’t feel right; somehow it felt different, good, but different. She told herself that James would look after her, he wouldn’t let anyone near her out here; she must just be imagining it. As the finger slid in and out of her pussy, and starting to feel good; Indica began to relax into it moaning gently and moving her pelvis back and forth onto the hand as it moved in and out of her, feeling how wet she was and aware of her juices running down onto it as she got wetter and wetter. She felt herself getting close to orgasm; it felt so good she was sure she was going to cum any second now….

Just then, the hand stopped and suddenly she felt a cock ram into her, hard. Again this didn’t feel like James, there was something different and she felt scared all over again, maybe it wasn’t James after all, maybe someone had come along and found her here, maybe the engine had stopped and not gone past, but where would James be? He would have seen anyone come in surely and anyway, he would be back by now. She couldn’t think now, she was so confused; she felt tears in her eyes behind the blindfold.
The cock kept moving in and out of her, and she had to admit it was starting to feel good, but still it didn’t feel like James. Then it stopped, she heard movement in the leaves, then felt hands on her again, running over her bum and into her pussy sliding in and out fingering her, it felt good, but different again, different from the last one. This felt like another hand still and this time she knew this wasn’t James, this was most definitely a different pair of hands to the first, they felt bigger, slightly rougher.

Then she heard someone move round to the front of her, she wasn’t wearing a bra, she rarely did when she was at home, she felt a pair of hands move up under her dress and onto her breasts starting to squeeze them gently and roll her nipples between their fingers, just like James did. She began to think maybe this was James after all, but then there was still a hand in her pussy, and that couldn’t be James. She felt confused, it all felt so good, she could feel herself on the verge of orgasm again, this time she couldn’t hold back and as wrong and confusing as it all felt her whole body just shuddered into orgasm, and if it hadn’t been for the ties holding her to the trees she was sure she would have collapsed.

Just then someone spoke. ‘Did you enjoy that Indi?’

It was James; she knew that voice anywhere. Suddenly a flood of emotions rushed through her, relived he was here, safe knowing he was with her, but confused. Had he been here all along? If so did he know what was going on… he must have done, but why didn’t he stop it…? Then she remembered the engine… no, he hadn’t, he wouldn’t. …Would he…?
The voice spoke again, a little firmer this time
‘I said did you enjoy that?’
This time she knew it was James, and he wanted her to answer. She pulled herself together a little bit, just enough to reply quietly ‘Yes’
‘Good, now say thank you to our guests’
‘Guests?’ She replied, suddenly wondering what he meant by guests, which guests, who, where….
‘Yes. Say thank you to our guests.’ Came James’ voice again, still quite firm.
Suddenly it started to dawn on her, there had been other people there, she hadn’t imagined it, it wasn’t just James…
‘Oh, err, thank you’ she mumbled
‘Now, say it properly,’ said James, ‘thank you… what?’
‘Thank you Sirs’ She said, her voice a little shaky but a bit clearer now.
‘That’s better, good girl’ said James ‘you must be polite to our guests’
Then came another voice, definitely not James this time
‘It was our pleasure’ Indica froze; she had heard that voice before, that was one of the “strangers” that they played with from time to time.
‘Indeed it was’ came another voice, again she recognised it as another of the strangers.
Then reality hit, James had organised this deliberately, it was something they had talked about once, about how funny it would be for her to be tied up outside and used by two strangers, and now he had set it up she had really enjoyed it. She bit her lip slightly, trying not to smile. James had always said she was a slut and now she knew he was right. She was, and he knew how to push all the right buttons to pull the slut out of her and make her enjoy herself.

WARNING! THIS STORY CONTAINS RAPE, BREEDING AND INCEST. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY ANY OF THESE THINGS

Alina awoke with a hard crash to the floor. The carpet burned her knees as she found her hands bound behind her back. Her eyes were blindfolded, and she had some kind of gag in her mouth. Her head hurt down to her very skull and even through the covering it was too bright in here. She heard muffled voices slowly become audible. The conversation appeared to be one sided as one of her kidnappers answered questions.
“Boss, are you sure?”, “Yes but what if she’s a virgin? We’d lose a fortune.” , “No sir I would never question your decision.”, “Yes, sir. I will proceed with them downstairs.”
Alina felt her upper arm grabbed as she was dragged from the room and made to stand up all at the same time. She felt her feet travel down two flights of stairs and through several hallways as she was lead into a slightly colder room.
“The boss wants this one examined first.” She heard her handler say as she was thrown forward and thankfully caught by another set of arms.
“Sure thing.” Alina heard in a kinder voice. “I’ll call you when she’s ready to be picked up.” Alina heard the door shut as she was lead on shaky legs towards the center of the room. “Now I’d imagine you are quite uncomfortable young lady but here’s how this is going to work. There is a guard standing outside this room. I will be untying you, but if you prove a difficulty he will help me string you up like the trouble you are and you won’t be comfortable at all for the next couple hours or so. Is this understood?” Alina was too terrified to do anything but nod her head as the gag was removed. She worked her jaw and promptly shut her mouth as the blindfold was also removed. She blinked in the dim light as a man’s face came into focus.
“My, my, my, such beautiful blue eyes. I was imagining green would be the color of choice given your dark brown hair. I guess genetics can always surprise you. I’m Dr. Jalen. I will be your physician from here on out.” He grabs a clipboard with a long list of questions on it. “Are you allergic to any medications or food?” She shakes her head no. “Do you have a history of any health issues such as asthma or diabetes?” Again, she shakes her head no. He proceeds to ask her several more health and history questions as the light becomes brighter and brighter as her eyes adjust. “Very good. Now I will ask your name. If you do not wish to tell me the truth, then make one up. It doesn’t matter anymore though as you will have many different names over the course of the rest of your life.”
She thinks about this for a moment and decides that if she does end up dying here, someone should know her name. “Alina, my name’s Alina.”
“Very good.” He marks it down on the top of her chart. “Now I’m afraid the rest of this exam will not be pleasant for you. I need to do a thorough physical examination as well as run a full blood chart. If you behave and do not fight, it can be over quickly with minimal pain. If you do, once again we will tie you down and take the information anyway.”
Alina nods numbly as he unties her hands. “There now, please lie on this table, place your feet in the stirrups and we’ll begin.”

The next couple hours pass by in a blur as Alina is poked, prodded, and humiliated as the doctor exams her body like a specimen. Her nightie has long since disappeared down the chute in the corner for medical waste, and her body has not lost the goosebumps yet. Finally he hands her a warm, comfy white robe and helps her down. “You did very well my dear. I will have the results of your blood tests in a couple hours, but as you are a virgin I highly doubt we will be having any medical proceedings from them.” She nods again as her pussy aches from the treatment. He was very kind and gentle, but the whole process hurt like crazy. He presses a button next to the door and another man comes back in. “She’s all done. Move her to the virgin wing.” The doctor announces as the second man pulls out a collar from his pocket. It has three large metal hoops attached to a two inch thick leather strip that clasps in the back.
“Turn around.” The new man says, and his voice is dark with disappointment. Almost as if she has inconvenienced him in some way. She does as she’s told and feels the material slide into place and click according to her neck size. She finds herself wanting to stay with the doctor as the new man grabs the front loop and turns her back around. The doctor gives her a reassuring smile as he walks back to the other door and clicks a buzzer there. Just as her door shuts, another woman is dropped into the doctor’s waiting arms.

The new man and Alina walk side by side as he leads her down another series of hallways. She sees no lights and gets the feeling that they are deep underground.
“So, what is the virgin wing?” She asks hesitantly.
“I do not speak to cattle.” He responds like she is a child asking too many incessant questions. He jerks on the collar which almost causes her to fall, but she regains her balance and keeps pace. They reach a long row of doors all with numbers on them. He brings her to the door marked “16” and unlocks it. The room is covered in so much beautiful splendor that she gasps. The bed is a king with fluffy covers. There are dvds lining the back wall with a tv/dvd combo for viewing. He pushes her in and closes the door. She turns around just in time to see the viewing slat in the door close. At that, Alina finally breaks down and starts crying on the floor.

The boss couldn’t believe it. She was here. The woman he had been fantasizing about and watching for what seemed like forever to him, and all by accident. He had planned to send his men out on a special request order in a month or two, but it appeared she arrived before schedule. Not that it mattered though. She was here and finally she was his. Time to see his new breeding slut.

Several hours later Alina had fallen asleep on the floor of her new bedroom. She was so tired from exhaustion that she didn’t hear the door close until both men were already on the inside of it. Alina gasped and worked her way to the other side of the bed.
“Now, now, none of that. We’re not here to hurt you. It’s time for you to meet your new Master. Someone has already claimed your virginity. Come now, let’s not linger.” One of the men says as they begin to box her in.
“Please no. I want to go home. Please don’t make me go.” Alina begs as tries to jump onto the bed but is quickly caught by the second man. “No! Let me go! Please don’t do this.”
Her cries fall on uncaring ears as she is picked up, and her throat is grabbed. “You can go willingly or unwillingly. Either way you will soon be fucked in that virgin cunt of yours. I certainly hope he is a kind man.” He taunts her as she is dragged out of the room and around the never ending maze to another set of rooms. The first man unlocks a door to a room that looks like it belongs to a hotel suite as she is pulled across the carpet and thrown onto the bed.
“I hate moving virgins.” The first man pouts. “The fear in their eyes always gets me so worked up, and I can’t fuck ‘em.”
“I hear ya man.” The second guy agrees. “Maybe I’ll turn in some bonus points for one of the birth control bitches for the night.”
“Let’s just get this one dealt with first. Come here, slut.” He grabs her wrist and pulls her up while the other man grabs her second wrist. In no time at all she is handcuffed to the headboard with no room to struggle. Thankfully her robe is still on so she should be warm, but the fear inside her leaves her skin as frozen as ice.
“Let’s go tell the boss his waste of money is ready. This better not come out of my paycheck I’ll tell you that much.” The first man grouses.
“Don’t worry. He could sneeze and use one hundred dollar bills to wipe his nose. You’ll get paid.” The second man confirms. “Don’t forget to blindfold her again. She doesn’t deserve to see what’s going to happen to that tight little body of hers.”
“Thanks for the reminder.” He grabs a blindfold from the night stand and places it over her eyes. “Don’t even think of removing that. If you do, I guarantee you we’ll see you in the mortuary next.” Alina chokes on a sob as she hears both men leave the room.

A long time later, Alina hears the door open, and she pulls her legs up to create the best fetal position she can. The room is quiet as footfalls grace the carpet leading up to her bed. She tries not to cry, but one tear drops down. She feels a weight dip the bed, and she tries to turn away when a gentle hand touches her cheek and brushes the tear aside.
“Hello, Alina.” The boss says to her tear stained face.
“Kie?”

WARNING! THIS STORY CONTAINS RAPE, BREEDING AND INCEST. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY ANY OF THESE THINGS

The boss looked up from his numbers at the new batch that had been brought in. Using American Sign Language, he signed to the first man that had walked in, How much did the first shipment cost?
As their boss was mute, not deaf, his second in command, Hajari, responded out loud. “Nothing, sir. Good ol’ five finger discount.”
The boss smiled at him. And the second shipment?
“Unfortunately that one was a bit more, but only five hundred.” Hajari informed as their third in command, Tripp, stood silent with the product in his hands.
Excellent. You have done well. Please inventory the merchandise after a thorough examination to ensure no defects and add them to the newsletter.
“Yes, sir.” Hajari and Tripp left with the newly purchased items as he put his head back down and found his bottom line. $3,200,000.00 profit for 2012, not bad. He thought to himself as he locked the books back into his safe and grabbed his coat for the night.


“Hey big brother, I’m home!” Alina yelled as she set her purse down and locked the front door.
“Hey sis, you’re home early.” Kieran popped his head out of his bedroom door. “Date not go well?”
“No, the guy was a complete moron. I even wore something not so form fitting, and he still spent the whole night staring at my chest and telling me how pretty I was. I mean come on, really?”
Kieran disappeared for a second but then reappeared with an empty glass and started walking down the front stairs. “I’m sorry to hear that but face it; you’re not that much fun to talk to.” He says jokingly.
“Oh really? Says the man who’s home alone on a Saturday night.” She quips back.
“Oh how you wound me dear sister.” He laughs as he walks into the kitchen and pours himself some more Kool-Aid. “But I am sorry to hear your date sucked. Men really can be assholes. What was your excuse for dodging out early?”
“Told him I had to work early in the morning. Made it really easy considering he had yet to ask me what I did for a living.”
“Now that’s just plain sad.” Kieran agreed as he stood back up and turned towards her. At 6’2” with a muscular build, he dwarfed Alina as she walked over and grabbed a glass for herself. “Well as much as I would love to hang with you, I do actually have plans tonight.” He announced with partial sarcasm. “So I’m afraid you’re flying solo for the night. I finally got a subscription to Netflix though so if you want to watch stuff and bury your face in the ice cream feel free. It’s already loaded into the blue ray player, so you shouldn’t need my login.”
“Thanks Kie, I appreciate it. I think I will just call it a night and stay inside.”
Kieran nods and walks back upstairs as she makes some popcorn and plops herself down in front of the big screen tv. While she’s searching through the shows, Kieran comes back down and grabs his keys from the counter.
“Alright I’m heading out. Just remember one very important thing.”
Alina turns around so her head is poking above the back of the couch. “Yeah?”
“It saves the recently watched items, so don’t watch anything you don’t want me knowing about.” He winks at her while she flips him off.
“Unlike some, I’m still a virgin. Stuff that in your craw.”
“I’d rather stuff it in a woman’s craw.” Kieran jests, and Alina pretends to cover her ears.
“I can’t hear you. I don’t want to know. I don’t need those mental images. Ew ew ew ew.”
Kieran laughs as he heads outside and locks the door behind him.

Several hours later Alina finds herself doing the head bob as she finally shuts off the movie and places the now empty popcorn bowl on the coffee table. “I suppose.” She concedes as she heads upstairs and brushes her teeth for the night. One am and Kie still wasn’t home yet. Not surprising as he was probably going to be spending the night at some woman’s house. As much as she loved him, her brother was a man whore, constantly spending nights at his “girlfriends’” houses. That worked for her considering it gave her mobility to walk from the bathroom to her room in her tight negligée. Just because she was untouched didn’t mean she didn’t want to secretly feel sexy.

Alina woke to the soft click of the front door lock, and she smiled. The clock came into view reading four am. Surprising he didn’t stay the whole night. She must have kicked him out. Alina would have to give him grief for that later. She turned over and snuggled back down into the covers as footsteps came up the stairs. She was just about to drift off when she heard the footsteps coming closer. It was unlike Kie to come into her room without permission now that they were adults. She was just about to turn over when a cloth came over her nose and mouth. She screamed and thrashed but the piece of material stayed firm as the exertion caused her to breathe harder, and soon the fumes were deep within her lungs.
“Five finger discount.”, was the last thing she heard as she slipped into the darkness.

“Class, before I release you, I would like to once again say that I enjoyed reading your essays you completed over the last couple of weeks.”

He could sense the restlessness throughout the classroom. He could hear a student or two idly tapping their feet as their teacher kept them after the bell. A groan resounded in the back from one of his more boisterous students. He’d finish quickly to settle their anxiety.

“Everyone enjoy their weekend.”

Mr. Quincy crossed his arms and offered a weary smile to his students as they all shuffled loudly out of their seats and proceeded to clutter the doorway. He remembered high school, albiet vaguely. Students like Barry and Jackson rushed to ready themselves for the football game against the next city’s finest, Kathy and Rachel would play their parts as cheerleaders, Mitchell and Lars would make him proud and studiously start on his next assignment, while Will and Jeffrey would probably spend their Friday night as the rebellious youths, nonconformists, the outcasts.

His attention turned to one of the last to leave, a boy by the name of Reggie, sporting his shaggy hair and traces teenage facial hair, spotted with the curses of puberty. He sported his favorite Disturbed tee and acid-washed jeans for class today. Clandestinely Mr. Quincy spoke to ward away eavesdroppers. “Mr. Lowe, if I could have an extra moment with you…”

He often referred to his students in such a way to display and garner respect. These high school freshmen were a short time away from becoming adults, after all. Regardless, a bit of a hunted look flashed across Reggie’s face as the last student exited. “…Yes, Mr. Quincy?”

His teacher took a more casual stance and dipped his hands into his pockets after pushing his glasses to the bridge of his nose, approaching Reggie with his natural cool stride. “I apologize that I had to give you the grade I did.” Reggie had long slipped the less-than-extraordinary paper into his backpack, a badge of shame for his mother to behold.

“No…no, I’m sorry, Mr. Quincy. Maybe I could have studied harder.”
“Is everything alright at home?”
“Yeah, well…”
“I understand.”

Mr. Quincy was well aware of the headline in last weeks newspaper. ‘Local Lawyer Left for Dead in Harbor Warehouse.’ Even before that, his brother, Detective Daniel Quincy, had confided in him that he had been the individual to arrive at the scene first and now played a key role in the apprehension of the perpetrator. The victim had been Reggie’s father. Reggie had been at best an average student, but the incident had left his home in ruin, his own demeanor dreadful, and who knew of his mother…

The teacher didn’t allow the ensuing silence to engulf his classroom. Retreating to his desk, he grabbed a slip of paper from the wayside and presented it to the teen. “I want you to give this to your mom. My contact information is included. You’re not in trouble. I only want to discuss some of the finer points of your academic life with her. Try and enjoy your weekend, alright?”

Mr. Quincy clasped Reggie by the shoulder in a friendly manner and led him out of the room, the boy obviously but quietly upset by what his teacher had given him. He was a good kid, however, and surely would do as his mentor bid. After Reggie had turned at the end of the hallway, Mr. Quincy glanced down both ends of the hallway for any straggling students to approach him with after-hours questions, and when he saw that none would come, he closed his door and shuttered the blinds.

He let an audible sigh escape his thin lips as he returned to his desk, seating himself and opened the drawer to his desk. He withdrew a small bottle of pills and promptly popped two of them into his mouth, crushing them between his impeccable canines. Caffeine pills. This marked day ten of sleeplessness, but he had to persevere. There was work to be done.

Running his fingertips through the bangs of his jet black hair, he reclined in his rotating pleather seat and ruminated on his tasks. The last two weeks had been rather hectic for him, with moving from the city to this backwater town, retiring from being a college professor to work as a high school teacher. People chided him for what at first seemed an unwise decision, mostly his brother, but none knew his motives better than him. He had his safety to be concerned about.

His thoughts turned back to Reggie momentarily. He was a good kid. Antisocial, but good. His mother was fairly active in the PTA and he had only cast a glance at her the previous week at the last meeting, his very first. To his surprise she had abandoned grieving for her mate to take an interest in her son’s performance in school. He delighted in that; a child’s success was precious to him. He had admirable qualities as well as his faults.

She was a sable-haired beauty of her thirties, although he would have guessed her to not be any older than his old college students. Her eyes were dark as onyx and rested in china flesh, accompanied by lips than pouted and light cosmetics than emphasized her dark appearance. Her chest was buxom and her figure defined by serpentine curves that bewitched those of lesser composure. The switch in her stride came naturally of how a goddess would glide among her subjects, and he admitted privately to having more than one impure thought concerning her. None had dared to approach her without solemnity that day. Not even he.

Christ, she’s perfect, he thought. The thought of her made his blood run cold and summoned reveries of past experiences. The air in his lungs turned to ice as a primal desire seized him.

He was then as cold as the heart that had long ceased compassion.

He gathered his belongings and took his leave, back to his home to prepare for a dinner with his brother’s family. Daniel was the older of the two, and often he played a protective role in his younger brother’s life and accepted him openly into the community. Daniel had often proved to be a useful resource…his shrewd mind was often picked apart by his younger brother. Tips and tricks of the detective’s trade were at his fingertips, and in turn, he’d bore his brother with a long discussion in biology. A cheap price.

“Hal! So nice of you to come over. Danny’s been excited to see you all week.” Hal had arrived close to six in the evening to oblige the invitation. Celeste, Daniel’s wife, was always welcoming of her husband’s family, especially her brother-in-law. A petite blonde with smiling eyes and only the slightest signs of aging, she gained a puzzled look when she beheld Hal’s features. “Have you been sleeping…? Odd, I would think you being in our cozy town would be good for your sleep regimen…”

You don’t need to know the reasons. Hal chuckled politely. “Work. I’ve been seeking to challenge my students and create strong relations with the staff. Teaching’s harder than it seems.”

A smile crossed Celeste’s lips. “Of course, honey. Come on in.” She switched about and led Hal into their spacious home, past the stairway, and into the living quarters adjacent to the dining room. All the time, his eyes burned into her back, studying her grace, evaluating, deliberating…

She’s your brother’s wife…

“Little brother.” A deep voice bellowed from the opening to the hallway on the other side of the room, his gruff, barrel-chested older brother the source of the voice, clutching a beer in his left hand. “Glad you could make it.” Hal was only a few minutes later than he had promised, but Daniel would surely be the first to notice, perhaps a remnant of his military past. “Ah, well, I guess you probably had to find your pocket protector or your collectible Star Wars cups or something…”
Hal heartily laughed at the teasing. “It’s a bit hectic at home right now, I haven’t had time to unpack.”

“Whatever, nerd. Anyway. Celeste’s nearly finished with dinner anyway, and the kids are at the game. Hey, come to my study. I’m still working on that Lowe case.” Daniel took a sip of his beverage, and turned his back to Hal. “I want your opinion on a couple of things…I swear boy, you might make a damn good detective if you ever get tired of cutting up frogs.”

Hal nodded his head once, eager to assist his brother. After all, this small town murder intrigued him deeply. Such information he could drag out of his trusting brother may prove useful in the future. A riveting murder case, dinner with the family, what better to do on a Friday night? It’d prove to complement his weekend rather nicely.

Saturday proved rather uneventful for Hal Quincy. After leaving his brother’s the night before, he’d spent until dawn shuffling through online documentation of the Lowe case, which according to his brother, proved to be a very generic case. The murderer? Could be anyone. No profile for the killer had been established. There were no witnesses. Only a grieving widow and a crestfallen son were left behind. Perhaps the murderer could have been a disgruntled opponent in the court of law? Perhaps organized crime played a part. Perhaps even the wife could be to blame; lawyers left far from nothing behind when they passed from the world.

The day trudged on rather slowly, and Hal busied himself with unpacking his home, breaking only to construct his student’s assignments for the future. Fatigue grew in him, but sleep dared not take him. A vicious thirst dwelled within that overruled such processes, a state of mind more primal than need for sleep, hunger, or anything human. He needed to satiate his inner demons.

He waited patiently…

A call came late in the afternoon.
“Hal Quincy.” He knew exactly who was on the other end of the line. It was a brand new number, a recently bought phone. He’d have another new phone next week.
The voice was soft, quiet, and velvety. “Mr. Quincy, this is Mary Lowe. I’m Reggie’s mother. I’m sorry it took so long to call, but I’ve been busy with paperwork and the police all week.”

“Ah, Miss Lowe.” Feigned surprised dripped from his voice. “I’m terribly sorry to interrupt you, then.”
“No, it’s fine. You wanted to talk about my son’s performance?”
“Yes, if it’s alright. I think it’s important.”
“I’d love to. You’re his biology teacher, correct? I saw he’s not doing very well…”
“And I’d like to discuss methods to improve his grades.”
“When do you want to meet? I’m busy all this next week with the lawyers and my husband’s parents.”

This was all too convenient…yet he had always prepared for the worst and hoped for the best. Grief must have seriously clouded her mind. All in all, he wouldn’t have to employ his charisma nearly as much as he’d thought.
“How about tonight? I hope you don’t find it inappropriate we meet outside of the school, Miss Lowe. It will be quick and professional, should you agree.” Perhaps he was being too honest…

There was a pause on the other end of the line, but not long enough to instill paranoia in Hal. Mary responded warmly. “Sure. There’s a cafe near the school. I’m a bit of a coffee nut. Want to meet there?” Surprisingly, she laughed, a reprieve from her sorrow. “I think it’ll be empty tonight, too. It’s not like the big city around here, Mr. Quincy.”
“Perfect. How’s around seven?”
“Perfect.”
“It’s been a pleasure, Miss Lowe. See you at seven.”
“Seven P.M….see you then.”

Hal Quincy ended the call afterward, and that familiar chill pricked him from the inside like thousands of needles, as if a monster fought to be released from a lightless prison within him.

Unlike his tardiness at his brother’s the night prior, Hal made it to the cafe at seven as he’d promised, parking alongside the only other vehicle in the parking lot. He assumed it to be Mary’s. He left his keys in the ignition and double-checked to ensure every door was locked, grabbing the leather briefcase in the backseat. Opening his door, he locked his door and slammed it shut. He confirmed his belief of the car’s ownership when he glanced into the passenger’s side of the car and saw a freshmen’s textbooks scattered in the floorboard.

He entered the cafe and within moments he was able to spot Mary sitting at a table at the back of the establishment. Hal, Mary, and a couple of teenagers elsewhere made up the total patronage of the cafe this evening. When Mary lifted her eyes and blinked her long lashes, she observed Hal standing in the doorway. She gave a simple wave at him as his eyes met hers, and his stomach crushed itself. The game began.
“Hello sir! How can I help you?” A strawberry-blonde youth from behind the counter greeted him. Hal snapped immediately from his haze. Mary would have to wait for a moment as he ordered.
“One small coffee.”
“Room for cream or sugar?”
“No.”

After Hal had acquired his drink, he strode to Mary’s table and seated himself, quickly noting her appearance this evening. A modest white skirt adorned her waist and revealed her coppery legs that ended in leather-thonged heels and a black top that revealed very little of her chest. It was appropriate for their meeting, he decided. He had chosen his white button-up shirt and khakis to emphasize his appearance as a teacher, and even a clean shave had been in order. Adjusting his glasses and setting his coffee on the table, he initiated conversation. “Miss Lowe, thank you for meeting with me tonight. Is Reggie well?”

Mary’s eyes, dulled and the slightest shade of red from indulgence of grief, nodded and forced a pearly smile. “Hello, Mr. Quincy, and thank you for taking the time to discuss my son’s academics. Yes, he’s well. He’s with his friends tonight.” Sipping her beverage, which appeared to be a creamy concoction of sorts, she kept hold of the conversation. “Also, please call me Mary.”

“I’m Hal, then. A pleasure.” Hal flashed a smile, and Mary returned the sentiment. “Well, let’s get started.” Threading his fingers together and placing his hands on the table, he equipped his professional tone. “Mary. Your son is perhaps one of the best behaved students I have in class. Although it’s true he’s always had to work more than the other students for his grades… well, he’s been struggling more lately.”

Mary had been nodding her head steadily through the conversation, but a thin brow lifted when she heard his last statement. Casting her eyes down, she spoke softly. “…Mr. Quincy.” Perhaps he had plucked the wrong cord, making her withdraw her casual attitude. “I know you’re new in our town, but surely you’ve heard of the murder case that occurred two weeks ago. Can you really blame him for his grades?” Lifting her gaze to him, he saw her deep eyes become watery, but no tear escaped. “We’ve both been dealing with this the best we can.”

Hal sighed quietly, blending his tone with understanding and empathy. “I’m aware…Miss Lowe. I’m very sorry for your loss, I truly am. However, I worry about your son’s high school career. I have to admit, my class is the only class he’s passing at the moment, and just barely.”

Mary didn’t respond, but avoided eye contact, tasting her coffee yet again. She placed a hand on the table, her fingertips possessed by the slightest trembling, a matrimonial ring still present. Finally, she sighed deeply and responded. “I’m sorry. I know I should try and move on, it’s just-” She discontinued her statement, seeming to be at a loss for words.

“I understand, Mary.” He relished the weight of her name on his tongue. Beautiful yet more bitter than the black liquid in his cup.

“What can I do to help Reggie? I can’t let him fail…I try, but kids these days…I mean, the stuff you guys teach them is so different from what I learned in high school…”
Being the fresh age of twenty-eight, Hal couldn’t relate, nor could he understand. Mary couldn’t have been much older than him. Maybe all the cock you sucked in college knocked the sense out of you.

Not now. Recompose yourself.

Hal offered a knowing smile. “Of course. Course material is always changing. I do have an idea, however. Maybe I can assign him a tutor?”
“A tutor?”
“Yes. I actually know of someone that would be perfect for Reggie. I guarantee if you allow him to be tutored, his grades will increase drastically. I’m extremely confident it’s just what he needs.”
Mary was quick to agree. “Yeah. I think that’s a good idea.”
Hal, satisfied, nodded knowingly. “Excellent. I’m glad you’re open to this. I feared you would think I’m insulting him. I just see so much…potential.” So. Much. Potential.

Mary smiled as if a fog had been lifted from her. “Thank you so much, Hal. I should have talked to you sooner about this.” With gratitude she reached out and placed a hand on his, a friendly gesture surely, but quickly she was reprimanded when Hal jerked away suddenly. He furrowed his brow angrily, but collected himself immediately after the subconscious reaction.
“I’m…so sorry, I didn’t mean anything by-”
“Don’t worry. Perhaps the coffee’s a bit too strong for my taste.” He tried to reconcile by relaxing his flared nostrils and wary eyes, but an awkward aura settled between them despite his efforts.

“Well, perhaps I should go home and wait for Reggie…”
Promptly, Hal agreed. “Yes, and I should really get back myself. It was great speaking to you, Mary. I hope to see you at the next PTA meeting.”
“Of course. Goodbye, Mr. Quincy.”

She gathered her belongings and left soon after, Hal’s eyes prodding into her skin as she exited. He idly glanced at his watch and rose from his seat, abandoning his barely-consumed coffee and took leave. As he entered the parking lot, he saw Mary alongside her car, fumbling for her keys in her purse. Casually, he approached his car and reached into his pocket fluidly as if to fish for his keys. Empty-handed as he expected, he cursed out loud.

“Son of a bitch.”
Mary glanced up from her belongings with keys in hand, slightly taken aback by his words. Perhaps he played the professionalism role too well. Concerned, she inquired, “Umm…something wrong?”
Nodding his head, he turned about and sheepishly grinned. “Somewhat. I locked my keys in my car.”
“I hate when that happens. You don’t have a spare?”
“I do…but it’s at home. Not too helpful there…”
Mary stood there quiet for a moment as Hal sighed with light frustration, awaiting to hear if he had a resolution. Sliding a hand back into his pocket, he addressed Mary again. “I hate to ask this of you, and you won’t hurt my feelings if you say ‘no’…”
“You need a ride?”
“If it’s not a problem.”

The door on the passenger side was remotely unlocked, Mary seemingly happy to oblige. “It’s not a problem, and it’s the least I can do after coming out tonight.”
You’ll pay in full. Consider this a tip, Mary. “I really appreciate it.”
Climbing in to her car, he buckled in and set his briefcase in his lap, a coconut scent assaulting his nostrils. He hated coconut, but the odor barely registered as his mind slowed in deliberation, the first stages of his plan succeeding swimmingly. Mary soon took the driver’s seat, and afterward, they were off.

I’m…so close…

The ride to his home was quiet save for the low country music emanating from the speakers and his brief directions. His smooth tone was abandoned for a stony, rigid tone, more calculating than friendly. She didn’t seem to mind and only followed instructions. He wondered how long she would remain obedient. For the rest of their precious time together, he knew she would continue her obedience.

They pulled up at his isolated home at a quarter after eight. “Come on in, Mary. It might take a moment to find my keys…I’m still unpacking from the move.”
Innocently enough, she agreed and followed him in.

Opening his door (he had already fell into the routine of small town folk and neglected locking his door), he proceeded in and flipped on the closest lamp, letting in Mary and promptly shutting the door. “I’m sorry it’s so disorganized, but I’ll be…quick.”
“It’s alright.” She spoke in higher tones as if his voice had crept into her heart like a viper, placing her hands behind her back idly and stepping aside to allow him ample room to find his keys amidst the boxes.

“Can I offer you a drink? I have a good vintage wine set out in the kitchen.” Hal placed his briefcase on the coffee table, popping open the clasps and opening it to reveal the contents, not visible to his company.

Mary responded with the slightest confusion at his actions, maybe put off by his lack of urgency. Discomfort began to grip her, a foreboding feeling intoxicating her. “I uh…no, I have to drive…”

“Oh, you should be fine, I’m sure you’ll be sober when we’re finished here. Ah.” Hal pulled a set of keys from his briefcase and lifted them in the air, a chuckle escaping him. “Guess I should have checked my briefcase. Silly me.”

Mary cocked her head to the side at this, his tone of whimsy in his voice not the least bit amusing, only annoying. Courteous to a fault, she spoke. “I…guess that happens to the best of us…”

“Oh, no, I don’t make mistakes. I am, however, an excellent liar.”
“Excuse me?” The annoyance was now apparent.

“It would have been inappropriate to invite a student’s mother over to my home. I had to get you here somehow. I do apologize for lying, Mary.”

A simmering ferocity slipped into her wording. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Oh, look what else I’ve found.” A click was heard, a switchblade now fully visible to her. “Now about that drink, Mary. I have a few choices, actually…”

“Shit!” The brunette had already spun swiftly around for the door, but Hal’s reflexes bested his prey. Easily maneuvering towards the door, he reached for her flowing sable locks and clenched down hard, jerking her around and slamming her frame into the wall adjacent to her. She grunted audibly as her face met the wallpaper, and Hal proceeded to lock the door. Mary now lashed out at him in primal ferocity, despite the weapon in his hand, which was merely his method of stirring her animosity. She seemed a fighter, which made the end result that much more desirable. The hand that didn’t bear his knife arced out, and the palm of his hand landed strongly on her right cheek, the force of the blow knocking her away and down, a swift foot then buried into her side to spin her and make her prone.

Hal made his move and straddled the female, kneeling down to place his knees on her shoulders to restrain her upper arm movement, her forearms positioned in such a way as to have no effective range of movement. Blood trickled from her nose and her eyes welled with tears, and soon her breath was limited as his hand wrapped around her porcelain neck. He squeezed and her breath became shallow, Hal unwavering in his whimsical yet calm demeanor. “Mary. I apologize. This wouldn’t have gone any other way, even if you hadn’t bolted. Even if you’d come in here, pulled off your skirt and stuffed my face between your legs, I’d found a way to make you bleed.”

Through the crippled breathing and the fruitless squirming, he managed to make out her response. “You motherfucker! You fucking son of a bitch!”
“How unladylike.” He threw the switchblade to the wayside out of reach, finished with his initial intimidation tactics, and reached down to stroke her cheek, a fingertip gliding across her plush lips. Hal sighed delightfully, but Mary found this a perfect opportunity to clench down on his finger, biting with all the force she could muster. Hal reeled back and released her throat, punching her square in the jugular, and her teeth released his finger. “You bitch.” He laughed lowly and struck her across the cheek open-palmed yet again. The other hand clenched her jaw just after she launched a bloody wad of spit into his face, and for that, he struck her again on the opposite cheek. “You have guts. Oh sure, I won’t kill you if you decide not to cooperate, but you’d do well to think before you act.” Her forearms flailed to hook into his skin with her lengthy crimson nails, but any successful blow was unobserved by the adrenaline-drunk aggressor. Once again her throat was seized, pinning her deep into the carpet, and the other hand went to his belt, undoing the buckle and sliding it out of the loops. Her eyes began to widen as he did so, expecting the worst to happen within moments.

“Oh, don’t worry, I won’t take you here, it’s far too uncomfortable.” He now wrapped the belt around the lower portion of her head, Hal tightening it until the leather forced its way into her mouth and parted her teeth, her tongue now rich with the taste of old cowhide. Hooking the belt behind her head, he secured the threat of her biting him in defense. Saliva now crept down the sides of her mouth, mingled with the blood, her words coming out as incomprehensible. “I don’t understand what you’re saying. I think you’re saying, ‘I’d love to tour your home!'” Nodding his head knowingly and patting her on her bruised cheek, he spoke again, but louder, with more conviction. “Of course you can see the house, Mary!”

Lifting himself off her, he sidestepped before she could buck up and deliver a crucial blow into him, and quickly he grasped her hair, knotting it around his knuckles and dragging her across the carpet to the coffee table. Mary screamed and squealed in agony as she fought desperately to get up and out of his grasp, but Hal demonstrated tremendous control over his victim. When she would gain advantage, he’d pull her hair as one would a puppet’s strings, twisting her over to force her body to fight its way out of the pain. All that time kept her under control, he fished out from his briefcase two lengths of sturdy, thick rope perfect for subduing her.

“Oh, Mary. I tire of having you fight me right now. This will only take a few minutes, I promise. A few minutes out of your day isn’t much to ask for, is it?”
She responded with a gurgling, hoarse scream, as if he had any close neighbors that’d hear the struggle. She would have no such luck. Forcing her onto her stomach with an orchestrated pull of her hair, he deftly worked her hands behind her back and immobilized them with the rope, and performing the same at her ankles. “There.” He released her hair and flipped her over with his foot. Her dark eyes gleamed with tears, her makeup muddled and streaking down her cheeks, her throat groaning with rueful cries. Anger had melted into helplessness, and what tears hadn’t been spilled for her husband’s demise now were dedicated to Hal’s brutality.

“All set, Mary. Let me show you the guest bedroom.” He smiled the devil’s smile, eyes limitless pools of lightlessness, all for Mary’s beholding. He flipped her back on her stomach and grasped her by her bound hands, lifting her and guiding her limp, uncooperative body back into the deeper confines of his quiet home.

They entered a room towards the back of the quaint home devoid of any furniture save for a bare mattress thrown on the floor supported only by a box spring and a nightstand aglow with a scented candle that smelled pleasantly of jasmine. From the single window poured in the moonlight from a crescent moon, the trees the only scenery to witness. Hanging from a hook in the ceiling above the bed was a lengthy elastic rope with handcuffs attached to the end.

Dragging his guest across the floor, he heaved her onto the bed face down and began undoing the belt wrapped around her head. Breathlessly she sought to scream again, but past her bloodied lips escaped only a pitiful high-pitched whine, her vocal cords failing her. She fought to catch her breath from the ordeal, and as she gasped desperately through the sobs, Hal spoke to her with the silky smoothness of a lover. “I had to purchase a new mattress since I’ve moved. My last guest made quite the mess on my old one. Well, I may have had something to do with it. Ah, lesson learned…”
Lifting her from the mattress, he slipped her still-bound wrists into the cuffs after sliding the rope up on her arms, and afterward, he removed the rope and placed it on the nightstand. The rope that now suspended her held her in a presenting position, her knees forced to support her weight. Again and again she cried out nearly voicelessly, and Hal clambered to the head of the bed.

He sat down cross-legged in front of her, cupping her head in his hands to force her to lock eyes with him. What once were soft, doe eyes were now hunted and terrified as she gazed into her attacker’s own, unfeeling and dead. “Mary. I absolutely love your name.”

Breathlessly she sobbed, and only repeated “Why?” Incessantly she pleaded, why why why.

“Why? I’m a monster. I’ve reached the point where I can’t function without this. You just have a profile that fits my desires, and a lifestyle that guarantees my safety. Tonight you are mine, and only for tonight. I want a taste, and only that. After this all, you’re free to go, and we’ll never even have to speak again if you do not wish to.”
Mary recovered her indignation, her brow furrowing in true, unbridled hatred for the man before her, and for a moment she had a voice, defiant and cold. “What the fuck…makes you think…you’ll get away with this!?” She shook her head out of his hands, but he quickly grasped her again, digging his fingertips into her sore cheekbones.

He provided an answer. “Because, Mary, I’ve rendered you helpless. You speak of this to anyone or bear those bruises in the open, I’ll destroy your credibility easily. My brother is the lead detective on the case of your husband’s murder. He’ll find it likely you murdered the poor bastard for the life insurance. How much are you pocketing right now? I bet it’s more than pocket change. My brother trusts my opinion. Tonight at the cafe, I did ‘freelance work’ in the investigation. Sure, Daniel will scold me for sticking my neck out, but he’ll praise me for my insight. If I ever lost interest in cutting up frogs, well, I suppose I’d make a fine detective, or so he says.”

Mary flailed hard against his words, and she roared as fiercely as her broken body would let her, but her emotions failed her and a sob clutched her again, her jaw limp as she squealed another cry. “I…would never…you can’t…”

“Oh, maybe that’s not the case. Maybe you charmed me, left with me from the cafe and came her to fuck my brains out to stop me from telling my brother anything, and you came at me when I refused and defended myself, I call the police, and in a few minutes you’ll be in the back of a police interceptor…”

No words came this time, not even a muscle moved in her body, but her noiseless cry persisted.

“Or maybe…” He chuckled and released his face, reaching down to the bottom of her shirt, rolling up the top to her armpits, heavy breasts suspended but snugly stuffed into a lacy fuchsia bra. Unclasping it in the back, the bra fell to the mattress and her assets fell freely. Gingerly he grabbed them in both hands and massaged the soft, fleshy pillows, circling her nipples longingly as he prepared his next words. “Or maybe. You try and launch an investigation on me, which surely will flounder and fail. I continue my work at the high school, and your son loses that tutor I spoke of…and well, frankly, my favor. He fails my class. He fails the other classes, which he really doesn’t need help with that. He’s hopeless without my assistance. He repeats the grade for as many times as I wish…believe me, the faculty likes me. Won’t look good for scholarships later on. Maybe they’ll find coke in his backpack. Maybe he’ll ‘assault’ his least favorite teacher. Or…”

He rose from his sitting position and released her titties, clambering around her hanging body. Grabbing the waistline of her skirt, he hooked his fingers underneath and pulled down her garments, panties and all, to expose her luscious ass and the plump pussy wedged between her legs, still bound at the ankles. An idle finger traced the lips of her warm hole, and then barely pushed the tip of it inside. She was so tight, she seemed a virgin, and weakly she bucked and shrilly protested.

“Or I could just as easy make Reggie my star student and ensure his success in the future. How’s Harvard sound? Yale? The community college down the road?”

He slid his finger out of her and moved back to her front, licking his tainted finger, and grasped her chin and raised her sights to him yet again. “You can only benefit from this. Don’t ruin Reggie’s future, or yours.” Releasing her, he lifted his shirt over his head and discarded it. Undoing the button to his pants and unzipping himself, he let his manhood fall out of his pants, already stiff and throbbing from anticipation to enter her. Her dark eyes gazed upon his member in horror, her eyes widening, a scream of protest filling the room.

“I know you’ll make the right choice.”
“NOOOOOO!” Her raspy voice again sank into a helpless sob.

Grabbing the suspended rope, he righted her as her body disobeyed her and forfeited the fight. He closed in, grasping himself and rubbing the head of his dick against her womanhood, the other hand comfortably sinking into her soft ass.
For a moment there was silence, Mary’s protests ceased. Her spirit was gone, and her eyes faded into dismal defeat. Her voice cracked as a sob racked her body, incoherent words uttered from her.

“Come again?” The tip was already parting her vagina, Hal that much closer to achieving his peace.

“…Please…just…take me and get it over with…I just…want to go home…”

Hal stopped. He exited her completely and screamed in vehemence, grabbing the rope that held her and ripping it from the ceiling effortlessly, his monstrous strength returning. “Are you fucking stupid, you bitch!? I want you to fight! Struggle, you fucking whore. STRUGGLE.”

Her tears fell freely again as she plummeted to the mattress, and he grabbed her by the hair and slammed her face into the wall once, twice, three times. Turning her on her back, he barreled into her, his cock slamming back inside her, forcing its way as far in as his considerable length could manage. Her body betrayed her, and she became moist to accommodate him. Her nose now bled ferociously as his hips hammered into her thighs, her entire body convulsing from the beast’s assault. She screamed out in pain with a voice that secretly quivered in pleasure she hated bearing. The back of her head beat rhythmically against the wall behind her, and their flesh slapped together ruthlessly.

Hal, humanity lost, bent down and sank his teeth into her left breast, sadistic growls accompanying his pleasured moans. He rode her tirelessly, the beast he had become savored her cries and was fueled by them. Control was lost, his free hands beat against her soft flesh, and nothing she could do could ward him off. It was pure ecstasy to him, tears streaked from his eyes as he bellowed obscenities, senseless words, insults and praises.

And in one final, flawless moment, he stopped, and from deep within he emptied everything he had within her, not a sound he made amid her cries. He bucked into her once again and came harder than he could ever imagine inside of her, filling her to bursting. He removed himself from her and she oozed his seed in excess.
He fell back from the mattress and into the floor, his face contorted in an otherworldly expression of contentedness and pleasure, and all at once he released his trapped breath.

And it was over.

He felt so warm inside.

The bell rang, and moments later, Mary could see her son descending the steps of the high school, a subtle smile breaking through his lips. Quickly he made his way to the car and climbed inside, a paper clutched tightly in his hand. His mother glanced over through her opaque sunglasses, and before she could ask, Reggie piped up excitedly.
“Mom, Mr, Quincy gave me an A+ on my biology test.”

Mary was quiet for a moment, but through her plush lips, heavily laden with ruby red lipstick, she spoke with heavy love in her tone.

“I’m so proud of you, Reggie.”

The boss looked up from his numbers at the new batch that had been brought in. Using American Sign Language, he signed to the first man that had walked in, How much did the first shipment cost?
As their boss was mute, not deaf, his second in command, Hajari, responded out loud. “Nothing, sir. Good ol’ five finger discount.”
The boss smiled at him. And the second shipment?
“Unfortunately that one was a bit more, but only five hundred.” Hajari informed as their third in command, Tripp, stood silent with the product in his hands.
Excellent. You have done well. Please inventory the merchandise after a thorough examination to ensure no defects and add them to the newsletter.
“Yes, sir.” Hajari and Tripp left with the newly purchased items as he put his head back down and found his bottom line. $3,200,000.00 profit for 2012, not bad. He thought to himself as he locked the books back into his safe and grabbed his coat for the night.


“Hey big brother, I’m home!” Alina yelled as she set her purse down and locked the front door.
“Hey sis, you’re home early.” Kieran popped his head out of his bedroom door. “Date not go well?”
“No, the guy was a complete moron. I even wore something not so form fitting, and he still spent the whole night staring at my chest and telling me how pretty I was. I mean come on, really?”
Kieran disappeared for a second but then reappeared with an empty glass and started walking down the front stairs. “I’m sorry to hear that but face it; you’re not that much fun to talk to.” He says jokingly.
“Oh really? Says the man who’s home alone on a Saturday night.” She quips back.
“Oh how you wound me dear sister.” He laughs as he walks into the kitchen and pours himself some more Kool-Aid. “But I am sorry to hear your date sucked. Men really can be assholes. What was your excuse for dodging out early?”
“Told him I had to work early in the morning. Made it really easy considering he had yet to ask me what I did for a living.”
“Now that’s just plain sad.” Kieran agreed as he stood back up and turned towards her. At 6’2” with a muscular build, he dwarfed Alina as she walked over and grabbed a glass for herself. “Well as much as I would love to hang with you, I do actually have plans tonight.” He announced with partial sarcasm. “So I’m afraid you’re flying solo for the night. I finally got a subscription to Netflix though so if you want to watch stuff and bury your face in the ice cream feel free. It’s already loaded into the blue ray player, so you shouldn’t need my login.”
“Thanks Kie, I appreciate it. I think I will just call it a night and stay inside.”
Kieran nods and walks back upstairs as she makes some popcorn and plops herself down in front of the big screen tv. While she’s searching through the shows, Kieran comes back down and grabs his keys from the counter.
“Alright I’m heading out. Just remember one very important thing.”
Alina turns around so her head is poking above the back of the couch. “Yeah?”
“It saves the recently watched items, so don’t watch anything you don’t want me knowing about.” He winks at her while she flips him off.
“Unlike some, I’m still a virgin. Stuff that in your craw.”
“I’d rather stuff it in a woman’s craw.” Kieran jests, and Alina pretends to cover her ears.
“I can’t hear you. I don’t want to know. I don’t need those mental images. Ew ew ew ew.”
Kieran laughs as he heads outside and locks the door behind him.

Several hours later Alina finds herself doing the head bob as she finally shuts off the movie and places the now empty popcorn bowl on the coffee table. “I suppose.” She concedes as she heads upstairs and brushes her teeth for the night. One am and Kie still wasn’t home yet. Not surprising as he was probably going to be spending the night at some woman’s house. As much as she loved him, her brother was a man whore, constantly spending nights at his “girlfriends’” houses. That worked for her considering it gave her mobility to walk from the bathroom to her room in her tight negligée. Just because she was untouched didn’t mean she didn’t want to secretly feel sexy.

Alina woke to the soft click of the front door lock, and she smiled. The clock came into view reading four am. Surprising he didn’t stay the whole night. She must have kicked him out. Alina would have to give him grief for that later. She turned over and snuggled back down into the covers as footsteps came up the stairs. She was just about to drift off when she heard the footsteps coming closer. It was unlike Kie to come into her room without permission now that they were adults. She was just about to turn over when a cloth came over her nose and mouth. She screamed and thrashed but the piece of material stayed firm as the exertion caused her to breathe harder, and soon the fumes were deep within her lungs.
“Five finger discount.”, was the last thing she heard as she slipped into the darkness.

A noise wakes me. A jingling of keys in a lock somewhere nearby and an odd humming sound that seems non-stop.
My eyes feel gritty when I blink and try to raise my hand to rub at them but my wrist won’t raise farther than an inch. The window behind me lets only a soft filtering of light in and I try to see what’s holding me down. A cuff circles my wrist, firm against my skin.
The daze of sleep recedes and the events of yesterday are once again starkly clear in my mind. I sit up sharply, jerking at my restraints to no avail. I shudder when I realize that the vibes taped to my skin and the ones inside my pussy and ass are still buzzing with vibration.
Footsteps sound in the hall, coming closer before the door knob turned. The doctor slipped into the room and smiled at me. “Good morning, pet. I trust you slept well.” He sat a large duffel bag on the counter across the room and approached me.
I close my eyes as inspects me, running a finger through my wetness that has gathered on the seat beneath me through the night. I feel his fingers at my left nipple and gasp as he rips the tape holding the vibe off. I gasp behind the gag in my mouth, the plastic cock on it filling my mouth.
He continues to rip the other vibes off, smirking at my squeals. He yanks the vibes from my drenched pussy and abused ass, tossing them onto the instrument cart. He slipped his fingers into my pussy and examined my wetness before wiping his wet fingers on my face.
The scent of my own desire was all around me and I had to fight back tears. I wouldn’t react to this creep, wouldn’t give him the pleasure.
“Today we’re going to go on a little road trip, my dear, but first we have to clean you up. Your such a needy slut, you made an awful mess of yourself last night.” The doctor grinned and turned away to the duffel bag. He took two buckets out and filled one with water and soap. The other he sat on the floor a little ways away. He pulled a few towels out and dropped a facecloth in the soapy water. Lastly he pulled out what looked to be a set of clothes.
As the doctor walked back over to me I couldn’t help but wonder what he had planned.
“Alright, I’m going to let you go but if you make so much as a move against me I promise you’ll regret it.” He growled in my ear as he loosen the cuffs from the chair.
I was forced to stand, my legs shaking as he cuffed my hands together behind my back. His fist buried in my hair and dragged me across the room to the empty bucket. I paled as we neared it and he began forcing me to squat over it.
“I suggest you empty yourself now and I would make it fast if I were you. If you take too long I’m not against giving you an enema to help you along.” He warned, fingers tight in my hair as he yanked my head back.
I shuddered and closed my eyes, trying to pretend I was alone. I can’t do it. The anxiety builds and I just can’t force my body to relax and let go.
A hand slaps into my ass, jerking me against his hold. “Now bitch!” The doctor hisses.
I jump, startled, and a tinkle sounds from the bucket below me. I try to stop but I can’t deny the pressure in my bladder once it’s started. I find myself urinating in the bucket, my face reddened and tears quietly streaking my cheeks in humiliation.
“Good slut, let’s get you cleaned up.” He yanks me to my feet and drags me over to the counter, pushing me up against it so I’m bent over at the waist, face pressed against the counter top. “Now don’t move and we’ll be done shortly.”
The sound of water splashing preceded the feel of a cool wet cloth moving up my legs. He took extra care with my ass and pussy, rubbing the cloth across the orifices again and again. The cock gag in my mouth held back the moan the pressure on my sore pussy caused.
Eventually the washcloth moved up my torso and across my arms. His fingers pulled my head up by my hair again, forcing my body up from the counter just enough that he could wash my breasts and stomach. He tossed the cloth into the water and grabbed a towel to dry my skin brusquely.
“Alright, time for a little dress up.” The doctor hauled me off the counter and dragged me across the room to the door. He gave it a kick and the door swung shut, revealing a sturdy hook. He unclipped my cuffs and brought them around in front of me, raising my arms up and hooking the cuffs over the hook so I was standing on tiptoe, suspended.
He left me then, turning away to go to the pile of clothes and sift through them. He return with an odd black leather contraption made up of two straps with two rather large protrusions.
I knew my eyes widen as he knelt before me and worked one of the straps between my thighs, forcing the protrusions into my swollen holes.
I whimpered as the harness was buckled around my hips and little padlocks were added. The plugs filled me, uncomfortably thick.
Next was a short black pleated skirt that just barely covered the tops of my thighs. A tiny black bra top that just barely covered my breasts and tied in a pretty bow in the center.
The doctor pulled a pair of shiny black high heels and what looked like a collar of some kind from the duffel bag. He slipped the heels onto my feet, buckling the ankle strap with deft fingers before standing in front of me and fastening the collar around my neck. He slipped a chain with two little clamps on it from his back pocket and affixed one clamp onto my left nipple with a sharp pinch that made me wince. He threaded the chain under the collar and then attached the other clamp to my other nipple, forcing me to keep my head down to minimize the strain on my nipples.
“There, all dressed up like the pretty whore you are.” He pulled a brush the bag and tidied my hair before grinning widely at me. “Ok, time to take that gag out of your pretty mouth.”
As soon as the penis shaped gag fell from between my lips I started to plead, ready to beg to be let loose. The first sound that broke loose was followed by a blaze of pain and I gasped, thrashing on the hook.
The doctor chuckled, “I figured that might make it easier for you to follow my rules. Every time you speak that collar will shock you so I suggest you keep that mouth of yours closed and listen carefully.” He looked me over, running his fingers across my stomach and up the inside of my thighs. “We’re going to take a car trip. You will sit in the front seat. You will not look up. You will not speak. You will do as you are told. Nod if you understand.”
I pursed my lips and looked away.
The palm that met my cheek was none too gentle and cranked my head on my spine. I gasped again and nodded, tears coming to my eyes.
“That’s a good little bitch. Let’s go.”
He unhooked the cuffs from the hook and lead me out into the hall. The high heels clicked with every step. A large black sedan sat in front of the little clinic and I was led to the passenger seat and forced inside.
Sitting put pressure on the plugs strapped into me and squirmed, uncomfortable. He spread my knees roughly and ran a chain with a lock from under the seat to the cuffs, keeping my hands down between my knees. I stared at the floor, focused on my aching nipples, as he closed the car door and got into the driver’s seat.
The car started and pulled out of the parking lot. I tried to keep track of all the twists and turns but after 45 minutes I was lost. I just couldn’t keep track.
My head had just started to dip with sleepiness when the car turned onto what sounded like a gravel road.
“Here we go pet. Your going to love this place.” The doctor grinned, reaching over to squeeze my breast painfully.
The car followed the circle drive up to the front door and stopped. My kidnapper got out and came around to open my door. I was unlocked and pulled from the vehicle, made to walk up a set of stone steps and stand there in the breeze while the doctor rang a doorbell.
As the double doors creaked open a woman in a leather corset and stockings stood framed in the entrance. I couldn’t keep my eyes down and had to admit this woman was gorgeous if a little scary. Her eyes were cold and the smile on her face was a little eerie.
“So glad you and your new pet could make it.” She announced, smiling at the doctor. “Welcome to the training and breeding house.”