At 5”9, he was average in almost every way. Though he never did excel at anything, neither was he particularly lacking in any area. “Just average”; the catch-cry of his existence. Yet there was one thing that he believed did single him out – his dreams. He fantasized about other places, of freedom, contentment. He slipped into a world of fantasy with ease, and he considered it a blessing. He spent many hours wondering if any of these people, his compatriots in this ant farm, ever did the same, for though he liked the concept of its uniqueness, it was nonetheless a uniqueness he would be delighted to share. Sighing disconsolately, he began to fork the “Mash” into his mouth, barely raising his eyes from the tray in front of him. He had long since given up on having any form of meaningful conversation in these enforced lunch hours, and merely gave himself the sustenance necessary to survive the rest of the day. And the day after that. And the day after that. Routine can be broken.

Later he could not remember which came first, the reverberating shot or the screams. His head darted up from his plate, yet he could see nothing for all the people standing and attempting to push through one another towards any exit. His instincts took over, and he found himself running full-pelt to the door, skidding into the corridor as the screams rising again in a cacophony of wailing. Shots began to fire more rapidly, and the screams rose to a crescendo. Running down the hall, he heard the door he had burst through before being opened violently, and he quickly spun to the nearest stairwell, belting up the stairs, his breathing ragged. Spinning on his heel, he ran directly into someone standing stock-still on the stairs, bowling them both over. He sat down hard on the floor, afraid to breathe, his heart beating out of his chest. But it was her. Staring at him in a state of shock and with an utter lack of recognition, she seemed further traumatized by the recognition that must have shone in his eyes.

Thinking quickly, he whispered hoarsely, “Please, you have to get up; we have to find somewhere safe!” The word “safe” appeared to jolt her, as she flew to her feet, and began to follow him once more up the winding stairs. Standing at the second level, all that was noticeable was the faraway screams of fear and pain, yet no immediate danger. Most must have run to safety in the adjoining buildings to the first floor, he thought idly, all the while looking for some safe haven of their own. And yet even in these moments of panic, as fear raced through his body entwined with grief for those he was helpless to aid, it was infused with a sense of wonder that she would be here with him. It was as if the colours of life had broken through the gray haze of routine like sun rays through the morning pall. “Please hide…please hide…” He could now hear her faintly whispering to him, though he could assume it was as much a request for her own body to find the will to go on.

His eyes darting, he suddenly saw their safe haven. It verily glowed in the sheen of the corridors – He ran haggardly for it with her in tow, his hand lightly grasping hers as one would a rare bird. Time seemed to cease to exist in the janitor’s closet. Just enough light slipped through the cracks around the door to illuminate their faces, but it was a dead world. He found himself wondering in the silence whether he had in fact been shot in the first barrage, and this was death – yet the sound of sobbing quickly dispelled that notion. He glanced to her, glimpsing her tear-streaked face through the shadows of the mops and buckets. She seemed to stare at him, and it was at this moment that he realized that he himself was crying – what irony, he thought, I don’t remember this from any fantasy I’ve ever weaved.

Yet she seemed to sob ever harder, their combined grief accentuating rather than alleviating her distress. Breathing deeply, he reached out a single, shaking hand and wiped the back of his palm over one glistening cheek. She jolted at the sensation, but did not pull away. Emboldened slightly, he moved forward, both from desire to comfort her, and to do the same for himself – he was no hero, he held no pretences in that regard. He was just a scared boy, with a scared girl, praying to a God in a school in which prayer is criminal.

Strong arms encircled her, pulling her towards his warmth. Some comfort of human contact registered in her grief-baffled mind, and she turned her glistening eyes up to his – the shimmering blue skies of his eyes glancing off the emerald oceans of hers. She felt something inside her change in that moment, the fear, not leaving, but changing into passionate desire.

A need to feel something else, something intense to drown out all of the voices that screamed in her head as much as they did in his. Her pouting lips raised to his, and he tentatively lowered his head to hers, cushioning them upon his own; warmth rolled between them as all other thoughts moved into the background. The fear, however, stayed in the foreground, mirrored in the intensity of their kiss, their tongues darting and massaging with fevered passion born of the knowledge of impending disaster.

His hands clasped clumsily at the back of her dress, but she lightly pushed him away, standing in the cramped space and slowly removing her clothing, a virgin bride upon her wedding night. He stared in awe at the sight that was achingly slowly revealed, his manhood, already straining against the fabric of his pants, almost painful with unquenched desire. He stood with her in the dark, and took her into his arms; he lay her back upon the cool stone floor almost reverently, his eyes never leaving hers. And like a child who has just learned how fragile an object can be, he began to gently move his hands down her body, while she closed her eyes, her forehead hot with restrained desire. With the back of his palm he traced down from her neck, taking a moment to lean down and kiss the nape o so tenderly.

His hand continued to journey down her body, circling the mounds of her breasts – with one lone finger, he traced the bumps of her rose-petal nipples, and unable to restrain himself, leaned in to gently suckle upon them. The passionate fear had transformed, and in this room in which time had stopped, they were free – they were in a limbo between life and death. She raised to his wanting mouth, and his tongue danced in circles around the hardening bud. His hands continued to wander down, brushing against her sweet belly, feeling her buck towards his hand as it lowered so slowly to the source of her passion, his desire.

He broke away from her breast and gazed into her eyes as he gently moved his hand just around the outside of her glistening wetness, and felt her shiver beneath him. His eyes conveying an unspoken acknowledgement, he lowered himself with a trail of kisses down her body, at last gazing upon the sweetness between her legs. Untutored, he began to tentatively lap at it, his tongue coated in her nectar. Yet even in his inexperience, she responded to the feel of his attention, her fever at such a height that it demanded release.

His lapping became more persistent, while her hips began to buck towards his face. The world stopped as a shot rang out on their level, and brusque shouts echoed down the corridor. He kneeled in shock, staring at the door as a deer in the headlights, waiting for his death. Yet her moaning cry drew him back, and her arms encircled him, drawing him to her. He lay on top of her, her hot breath brushing his ear. Breathily, she said, “I want you inside of me…please…if this is all we have…” She left the words dangling in the air, yet no more needed to be said.

She gently unzipped his fly with a calm that she did not feel, and pushed his pants down, freeing his member which pushed against her leg. Patiently and lovingly, she guided him into her; no longer the blushing bride. He gasped as he felt her wetness and warmth enfold him, and the ecstasy of the feeling ran throughout his body in electric jolts. He began to move in and out of her in quick, stilted movements, but with guiding arms she slowed him, brought him to her pace, and together they moved in passion, his glistening manhood slipping deep into her.

At one moment her felt resistance, and unknowing, pushed hard against it. Biting her lip, she did not utter a sound, the pain almost intensifying the experience. He could feel his climax building up inside of him as he showered breathy kisses upon her face and neck, and knew that she herself was close as she contracted around his throbbing member. He began to move faster, and this time she did not stop him, lost in her own rapture. Light, breathy moans filled the room as she climaxed, and tears ran down her porcelain complexion, glistening in the dark.

Arching back, his released his seed deep inside of her, moaning gutturally at the intensity of the sensation. Life, death, love, pain, all was alive in both of them at that moment, and both were as one in this act, in this moment. He lowered himself upon her, exhausted, gently kissing and nuzzling her face as she wept, tears of his own welling up inside. The sounds had gotten closer in their passion, yet it no longer matter – They were the colour in the gray. The door burst open.

They agreed to meet at Olivia’s apartment around 10:30; Alex arrived on time wearing a white silk blouse which revealed her small but pert tits under with a matching white bra, a red mini skirt which highlighted her well formed legs. Olivia chose a V-neck sweater and a conservative yellow skirt. They left the apartment and headed straight for “Club Sadismo” determined to find answers to way young girls were being tortured and raped inside. Once they arrived, the doorman greeted them and again gave the “high sign” to the bartender. This time however, the girls chose to sit a table and the waitress came over and took their drink orders. Both women ordered bottle beer figuring that was safe and there would be no way to “doctor” it.  The waitress brought their beers and poured them out into a frosted glass. They were sipping and laughing at some of the weirdo’s inside the bar. They finished the first round and ordered a second beer. As they were drinking and talking about a number of cases recently, a well built black man came over to the table and sat down. He introduced himself as “Bubba” and asked them if they were new to the club. Olivia replied that she had been here once before and Alex stated that she was a “virgin” to the club.

Bubba suggested they Alex accompany him for a tour of the club, but Olivia insisted that they both go. As they were getting up both of them sat back down feeling a bit light headed, but figured it was from the 2 beers they consumed. Bubba helped both of them to their feet and walked them around the bar showing them the video games, which were unlike any they had seen before. These games were all about bondage and torture, and both thought it quite odd. They were then led into the back room, Olivia had no recollection of being there the night before, but a cold shiver came over her. Alex who by this time was completely at ease, a victim of the dreaded “Date Rape Drug” as was Olivia. Bubba walked the 2 ladies to the center of the stage and as the previous night, introduced Olivia and Alex as the evening’s entertainment.

As was the case the night before, the highest bidder would have 10 minutes with the ladies and could pleasure themselves any way they wished. It didn’t take long for the bidding to reach $1,000 and with that the first winner was announced. Bubba instructed Olivia to strip Alex naked and she looked longingly at Alex and went up to her and unbuttoned the buttons on her silk blouse. When she finished, she roughly pulled the blouse off leaving Alex with only her white bra covering her 32C tits. Olivia next unzipped the miniskirt and pulled it down Alex long beautiful legs. During this stripping, Alex only stood there passive to what was taking place. Until Olivia reached behind her and unhooked her bra removed it, Alex instinctively covered her tits, to which she received a blow on the ass from a rattan cane, instructing her to move her hands at once. Alex quickly obeyed and Olivia proceeded to remove her panties leaving Alex naked in front of the audience. The winner asked that she be laid down and cuffed spread eagle on the floor, which Bubba and couple of assistants quickly responded to. With ease they laid Alex down on the floor and grabbed one ankle and cuffed it. They proceeded to cuff the second ankle and within moments had her arms cuffed and spread out as well. There was poor Alex, naked on the floor spread eagle with her pussy open for all to see.

Next the winner asked that Olivia be naked as well, and Bubba instructed Olivia to get undressed. She proceeded to pull off her sweater, and unhook her bra again exposing the magnificent 36c boobs, she dropped her miniskirt to the floor and hooked her fingers in her panties and pulled them off. The cool air in the room, caused Olivia nipples to extent, the marks from the previous night were in evidence and the crowd gasped at them wondering how she could come back for more. As she stood there naked, the winner walked up to Alex and proceeded to piss on her in the direction of her mouth. “You will open your mouth and drink if you spill any you will suffer the consequences”. Alex responded and attempted to drink the piss, but couldn’t handle all of it. “Since you failed to obey you will be severely punished for you actions”. Immediately he strode up to Alex with two 9” black dildos and without warning jammed them into her unlubricated pussy causing her to squirm about on the ground. He then shoved the second dildo, into her unsuspecting asshole and pushed the whole 9” into her. Alex was clearly uncomfortable but could only utter a groan as she was too drugged up to realize what was happening.

His 10 minutes with Alex was up and he moved his attention to Olivia. “I see you were a bad girl and have already been punished for your prior actions. I would like you get down on your knees and present your pussy and asshole for my use. Olivia obliged and with that the fat man and 2 buddies approached her. The winner immediately shoved his short stubby dick in her pussy and his one friend followed up by pounding his dick in her asshole. As she began to moan, her moans were quickly cut off by the third guy shoving his dick in her mouth. There was Olivia, DP and a sucking a dick for all she was worth. His 10 minutes expired and both ladies were allowed to stand and wait for the next winner.

This time a biker chick was the winner and Bubba asked what she wanted for her 10 minutes. “I want both the bitches to suck each others pussy, the last one to cum will be punished by the winner”. Bubba said, “You ladies know what to do now get busy”. With that Olivia lay on the ground and Alex mounted her in the normal “69” position. They were both sucking and licking furiously trying to be the first to cum, all of sudden Olivia let out a blood curdling yell and came all over Alex face. “Well I guess we have a winner”, Bubba declared. With that the biker babe, said she wanted Alex beaten with a bamboo cane for the entire 10 minutes. Bubba handed Olivia the cane, and said you know what you have to do. Alex arms were shackled to the overhead cuffs and the floor cuffs the same as Olivia was the night before. At once, Olivia started beating Alex across the tits and nipples with the cane until both her tits were marked and starting to bleed. She then moved to Alex’s exposed pussy and started swinging with all her might striking blow after blow to Alex’s unprotected pussy. As she had done with her tits, Olivia beat her to wear she began bleeding around her tender pussy. With that time had expired.

Both girls were dressed and again sent home in a cab. When they arrived at Olivia’s apartment both ladies passed out. The next morning Olivia awakened first and went to wake Alex. She couldn’t help notice through her blouse that Alex’s tits were red and bruised. When she woke her, both ladies talked about the night before, again having no idea of what happened after the tour Bubba had taken them on. They both undressed and Alex was shocked at the bruising on her tits and pussy. Olivia of course was feeling the effects of the dildos on her cunt and pussy. They were both convinced that they had been drugged, but decided not to tell there co-workers since neither of them were supposed to be back at the club. They weren’t sure, but made tentative plans to go back again but not drink and see what happened.

 

The three got out and dried each other. At this point, Christina noticed that Rhianna had missed a bit on her ear and without warning….licked it off.

Suddenly they heard the cracking of a whip coming from outside the bathroom. Oh hell, here comes Nick thought Todd. The door flung open.

 

“Can I get a yeehah?” There stood Jessica Simpson in her skimpy cowgirl outfit from the Dukes of Hazard.

“My my, what have we got going on here, and who is this fine young stallion.”

 

Todd kissed Christina. She had done it again….

 

Jessica thwacked her pert ass, as if to get some encouragement, making the girls giggle. She then fired her whip in Todd’s direction.

 

“Ow!” he shouted. Trying to grab Jessica, she countered; “If you want me you gotta catch me!” Cue a chase around the house, Todd was quick but Jessica was quicker. But he wasn’t complaining; it gave him a great view of her sexy ass swaying as they ran from room to room.

“Come on cowboy, can’t you keep up?”

 

Finally, Todd caught the beauty and grabbing her by her arms, pinned her to the table. Jessica pretended to try and bite him with animal desire. “You’re a feisty one” said Todd.

The pair groped frantically, as he hiked her skirt up and squeezed that amazing ass. Todd worked his way to her chest and fed hungrily on her awesome breasts.

 

Jessica pushed him away, and ripped off her clothes. She stood in the pink bikini from the car wash scene. Christina threw her a wet sponge and she rubbed her horny body with it, making her body moist and inviting. She licked her lips.

 

“Now I want some cock” whispered a lusty Jessica.

Todd swivelled her body around so her stomach rested against the table.

“Oh tiger!”

 

Undoing her bikini bottoms, he rammed his cock into Jessica’s pussy making her moan. Putting on her rodeo hat, Todd started fucking America’s sweetheart.

 

“Yeehah!” he shouted as he hit her ass with each thrust of his dick. Jessica laughed and started neighing. This only turned him on even more.

 

Rhianna sat on the table, spreading her thighs invitingly for the blonde bombshell. Jessica lowered her head and sunk her tongue into her thatch as Todd fucked her harder. Christina came up behind him and rubbed her boobs against his side before retreating to the sofa where she started to masturbate.

 

Todd’s cock now soaked in Jessica’s juices had stopped her laughing as she began to moan with pleasure.

“Oh Todd, oh baby, aah!”

As he slammed into the Texan beauty, he noticed her pink bikini top getting looser and looser until the straps gave way and her big boobs fell onto the table in front of her.

 

Rhianna groped the sexy blonde running her fingers through her hair as Todd did her from behind. He could see Christina out of the corner of his eye on the verge of a climax.

Aware of his own rising cum, he picked up Jessica by her sexy golden thighs and starting humping her against the wall.

 

“Aah! Ah! Oh god!” groaned Jessica as he became more violent. She held on tightly to his back as he drilled her. Christina had come on the sofa and Rhianna playing with her pussy was not far behind.

“Come with me baby, come with me!” begged Jessica.

Finally pushing his cock as far as he could into Jessica, Todd’s body jerked and he growled firing jet after jet of hot cum up Jessica’s pussy. She came simultaneously digging her nails into his back as Rhianna climaxed.

 

Jessica fell forward into Todd’s arms as the horny lovers kissed. Rhianna and Christina joined them in some post-coital passion.

 

 

TO BE CONTINUED