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Educating the Teacher

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All of the shit that Sean had ever been through was worth it just to be able to experience this moment of his life. Lisa Harrison had been a teacher in his school during his final year. He was head over heels in lust with her from the second he first saw her, but they didn’t get on. She had only been a little older than his eighteen years, but acted as if she had the right to tell him how to live his life.

She hadn’t approved of his extracurricular activities; dealing and getting into fights apparently wasn’t on her list of top priorities. She’d done her absolute best to make his life as difficult as possible, to the point where he eventually got expelled from school for the final time and was forced to take a stint in the Marines to avoid extended jail
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time. So she wasn’t his favourite person in the whole wide world.

Which was why this moment was so fucking sweet.

The last time he’d seen her had been in court. She’d stood there looking all fucking demure as she gave her ‘account’ of what had happened between them earlier. The anger still burned like it was fresh every time he thought of it. He’d done a lot of things in his life, but he had never raped a girl. And present company excluded of course, he never intended to.

He would have accepted doing time for a crime that he had actually committed; there were sure as hell enough of those. But to be sent to the Marines for attempted rape when the whole thing was bullshit? That he couldn’t accept. Watching her stand there turning on the waterworks while she told the jury about how he’d held her up against a wall and finger fucked her until she begged him to stop? He would have gladly done the time for murder instead if he’d been able to run across the room and strangle her.

She’d treated him like she thought he was shit from the day that they met, although that still didn’t cool the full-on lust that he felt every time that he even thought about her. The stuck up English accent drove him so crazy that he couldn’t tell if he wanted to screw someone or kick the shit out of them. She knew he wanted her; she had to. Everyone else knew it. He tried his best not to make her mad at him, but he had to make a living. The city wasn’t an easy place to live for a half Irish punk without a father. Not that he was making any excuses for himself. There were other choices he could have made and didn’t.

She caught him one day selling weed on the school grounds. It was small time shit that normally people would just have gotten a warning about, but he’d been there too many times already. He found himself sitting in her classroom after the end of school every day for the rest of the month. Not that he really thought of that as punishment until the last day.

“This is the last time I’m putting up with this from you, Sean,” his teacher said, in full-scale Bitch mode. “You’re not a child any more and you’re certainly capable of knowing right from wrong. If you’re caught engaging in any illegal activity on the school grounds again you will be permanently excluded from the school. Is that clear enough for you?”

Sean looked over at his teacher and smiled mischievously. “It is,” he agreed. “But I’ve always wondered. Are you so uptight because your dealer isn’t coming up with the goods, or do you just need a good fuck? Either way, I can hook you up, you know?”

Harrison looked unimpressed. “Today is not a good day to try to provoke me, Sean,” she replied. “I have a lot of work to do and I can think of better ways of spending my time than this.”

“You mean than with me,” Sean growled, his sense of humour disappearing as he was suddenly reminded that he would never be good enough for her. He stood up and walked towards the front of the room, agitated. “Why the fuck is it that I’m not even worth the time of day?”

“You can think what you like,” she snapped. “Just do it elsewhere, please.” That was enough for Sean. He stalked towards her, his eyes smouldering. Lisa backed away quickly, until her back hit the classroom wall and she was trapped. Sean advanced on her until his chest was grazing her nipples and he grabbed her cheek, let his mouth almost touch hers. He stood there for several moments, his breathing heavy with anger and arousal.

She didn’t move, or scream, or try to push him away. She simply stood there, waiting for him to do whatever he was going to do. Her breathing was unsteady and she was trembling slightly, but she still didn’t fight him. He desperately wanted to turn his head just enough so that he could taste her, but he’d probably already done enough to get himself kicked out of the school.

Sean took a half step backwards. “I’m sorry,” he whispered softly, then let his hand slide down off Lisa’s cheek. “I’m sorry.” He left the room and didn’t look back. He’d expected her to have him kicked out for that, but she didn’t say a word to anyone. Which made him wonder about whether she had actually enjoyed the whole thing.

And that brought him back to his interpretation of the events so ashamedly described by Miss Innocent during their little courtroom drama. A couple of weeks after their not-quite kiss, she’d followed him into the students’ study room to continue an argument that he was trying to escape. He hadn’t finished an assignment for her class. Big deal. Like he was ever going to graduate from the fucking school anyway. She was arguing for argument’s sake, and she was driving him crazy. And turning him on.

Sean stomped off into the kitchen in the hope that she would leave so that he could wait until his raging hard on had gone. But no. Why would she follow him in there if she didn’t want anything to happen?

As soon as she walked through the door to the kitchen, Sean closed it behind her and slammed his body up against hers. He grabbed her arms and held them still with his left hand as he slid his right hand to her chin and held her mouth steady. He didn’t hesitate this time; he slid his mouth over hers and kissed her hard. Her mouth tasted like cream and he growled in ecstasy as he thrust up against her, the hand on her jaw moving down and onto her left breast.

He felt her groan softly as he slid his tongue into her mouth and his fingers over her nipple. She writhed against him for a moment, until he made it clear that he didn’t want to let her go. His hand slid into her shirt and cupped her bare breast and she turned her head away from Sean and moaned in pleasure, her face red with shame.

“I wanna fuck you baby,” Sean whispered softly, his hand sliding down across her hips and on to her thighs. He continued to kiss his teacher as he slid his hand back up her skirt and into her underwear. She moaned against him softly, squirmed as she tried to free her arms from his grip. He slid his fingers inside her gently, stroked around in a circle as he used his thumb to stroke over her clit. She arched her back against him in response, whining desperately against his mouth.

Lisa tore her mouth away from Sean’s and tried to catch her breath. He slid his mouth to her throat instead and continued his assault with his altogether far too talented mouth. God, he felt good. But she couldn’t do this. “Let me go,” she whispered softly, and he froze against her neck. “Please Sean.”

Sean straightened and slid his fingers out of Lisa’s underwear slowly. He slid both hands to her face and held her eyes level with his. “Tell me you don’t want me,” he growled, grinding his hips against hers slowly. She gulped.

“You’re a student, Sean,” she whispered. “And I’m your teacher. I’ll lose my career for this; please let me go. Please.”

And he let her go. And that brought them back to the courtroom drama. He didn’t know why she’d said what she did. Maybe she was trying to protect herself in case he tried to undermine her. It was bullshit anyway, whichever way you cut it. Being accused of rape – even attempted rape – would always put a damper on the rest of your life.

Sean watched with an arrogant detachment as two of his men marched the woman into his office and sat her down in the chair opposite his desk. He leaned back in his chair for a moment and savoured the fear that he could feel coming off her in waves. He usually wasn’t that interested in prolonging the agony, but this was certainly different.

He hadn’t seen her in ten years, but she looked almost unchanged. Her hair was the same chestnut brown and as glossy and poker straight as he remembered, although it seemed shorter now that he thought about it. She still had a gorgeously curvy figure and didn’t even seem like she’d put on a single extra pound. However, her beautiful big brown eyes were filled with fear and panic rather than her old holier than thou look, and he certainly liked the change.

Although Lisa looked the same as she had ten years earlier, Sean most certainly did not. He was no longer the gangly street punk that she remembered from his time at her school. He had grown into and developed his body to the point where he now had an impressive presence, even while sitting down. His once greasy looking half Puerto Rican features had matured, and together with a well trimmed goatee and beautifully modern, messily spiked haircut, made him look incredibly striking. His smouldering dark eyes didn’t hurt either.

She’d said that he’d never amount to anything. He had to fight to keep the smirk from his face as the bitch sat trembling in his office, knowing only too well how easily he could destroy her. In ten years he had built an empire that from nothing had turned into the strongest mafia family in the area. He was literally the most powerful man in the city and he had a hundred men snapping at his heels ready to do his dirty work for him just in case he didn’t feel like it.

“I’ve waited a long time for this,” Sean murmured softly, finally allowing a glint of satisfaction to shine through. Lisa almost shivered in fear.

“Look, Sean…” she started, finding it difficult to meet his gaze. She was terrified, and with good reason. Her voice lacked its trademark Bitch quality, and she suddenly seemed very fragile while on his home ground.

“Nobody has called me Sean in a very long time,” he said softly. She knew that, of course. He’d been in the news enough that she couldn’t possibly have missed his rise to infamy. Angel Morgan was always a source of interesting gossip.

“I’m sorry,” she replied. She was gripping her hands together in her lap painfully. “Angel. I know that we haven’t had the, um… most successful relationships in the past, but I promise you this has nothing to do with me.”

“Oh really?” Angel asked, one eyebrow raising in amusement.

“Really,” Lisa repeated, her eyes widening imploringly.

Angel leaned forward in his chair for a moment as he let the silence drag out. He was unsurprised to note that the change in the dynamics of their relationship had made him want the bitch even more than he had when he was a kid. After months of being bossed around and then having his life destroyed by her, having the ability to end her life in a second without even lifting a finger was a powerful stimulant.

“Because you understand how things look to me,” Angel murmured softly, deliberately allowing his eyes to roam over Lisa’s chest until she squirmed in embarrassment. “Don’t you?” She was silent, so he elaborated for her. “First you completely fuck up my life to save your own, and then when you see me actually get back on my feet, you can’t take being wrong, so you try to fuck me over again.”

Lisa’s eyes darted to meet Angel’s in panic. “It isn’t like that!” she whispered, her hands gripping her side of the desk in panic. “I promise you it isn’t! This has nothing to do with me, Angel, I swear it doesn’t!”

“And why the fuck should I believe you?” Angel asked, allowing his voice to take on some of his trademark menacing quality. He noticed her squirm again at that, and was amused to notice that she pressed her legs together very quickly. Getting wet?

“Because it’s ridiculous!” Lisa exclaimed. “Why would I try to draw your attention to me by doing this? What could I possibly have to gain from it?” It was true, it was ridiculous. There was no way on earth that she would have ever wanted to draw Sean “Angel” Morgan’s attention to her ever again. She had been less than amused to find out that her boyfriend had borrowed money from one of the mafia families. When she’d found out it had been from Sean Morgan, she had nearly had a fit. And when she’d found out that he’d borrowed it against her house and wasn’t going to pay it back…

She explained what had happened and Angel listened to her babble. It wasn’t until she had finished explaining the whole mess that she realised what kind of trouble she was actually in. Angel already knew the story, and he’d known all along exactly what had happened. He didn’t get where he was today by being ignorant of his business deals. He’d allowed her boyfriend to borrow the money against her house, and he’d done it in order to get her into this position. He didn’t care about the money, he cared about getting his hands on her.

The full weight of the situation now sinking in, Lisa sat silently, willing the tears not to fall as she waited for Angel to do what he was going to do. She had no idea what he was thinking; the man sitting in front of her was almost unrecognisable as the kid that had caused her so much trouble in his time at school. He was beautiful, and well dressed, and well built. And he gave off an aura of absolute self confidence that was both intensely attractive and utterly intimidating at the same time.

Angel sat back in his chair again, satisfied that Lisa now understood the situation that she was in, and the fact that she was completely at his mercy. “Do you have any idea how much money you owe me?” he asked softly. She opened her mouth to protest that it wasn’t her debt, but then realised that it was pointless. “No?” he continued. “Four hundred grand, baby. That means that your house belongs to me. And I am going to collect.”

Lisa closed her eyes and looked down as she felt a tear spill onto her cheek. If he took her house, she would have absolutely nothing left out of everything she had ever worked for. She dropped her head into her hands and whispered “Sean, please. This isn’t fair.”

“It isn’t?” he asked. “After you had me convicted of attempted rape when you knew it was bullshit? After you absolutely destroyed my entire life? Maybe I’m not being hard enough on you, is that what you mean?”

“I was not willing and you knew it Sean!” Lisa growled. “That’s why you were holding my arms down and had me pinned against the wall, if you remember! And this is a complete set up.”

“This is no more of a set up than what you did to me, you bitch,” Angel replied. “You moaned like a whore and you know it. And when you asked me to let you go, I fucking let you go. You did all this because you fucking liked it, and you were terrified that I would tell someone. You did it to save your own fucking ass and to hell with me.”

Lisa was silent for several moments, and then took a shaky breath. “What do you want from me, Angel?” she asked. “To take away everything I’ve worked for? Well you’ve done that. Can I please go now?”

Angel smiled nastily. “Do you really think you’re getting away from me that easily, baby?” he asked. “After ten years of wanting to beat the living shit out of you, do you honestly think I’m going to let you go now?” His voice had descended even more into his menacing tone, but was also becoming huskily sexy at the same time. Lisa gulped hard.

“Then…” she whispered, her voice breaking in fear. “What are you…?”

“Do you really think I care about four hundred grand?” Angel asked. Lisa frowned in confusion. “It’s not the fucking money that I want, baby. It’s you. I want to see you fucking suffer. I’m going to humiliate you and degrade you until you feel the way that I felt when you told the world that I’m a fucking rapist. And if you behave, then maybe when I’m done I won’t fucking kill you.”

Lisa sat in silence for a moment, until she could no longer stand the tension. “What are you going to do?” she asked softly.

Angel stood up and stalked towards Lisa’s side of the desk slowly. He pulled her to her feet and pushed her until she had her back to the wall. “You, baby,” he whispered softly as he slid his hand to her chin to hold her eyes level with his. “You are going to do anything that I want, for as long as I want, until I’m done with you. And if you complain, or you don’t perform exactly like I wanted, I’m going to beat the fucking shit out of you until you do. Do you understand?”

Lisa whimpered softly at the proximity of Angel’s body, but nodded obediently. There was no way that she could get out of this. He smiled, then moved so that he was pinning her to the wall and held her arms behind her back with his left hand.

“Feel familiar?” he asked as he slid his right hand against her breast. Lisa closed her eyes in fear; it did feel all too familiar, but a whole lot worse at the same time. Ten years ago she had known that she was in a public place and that she had a lot more chance of escape. Now… she was utterly at Angel’s mercy, and he had none to give. His body was hard and muscled enough so that she knew she had no chance of overpowering him, and even if she did, she would never be able to get far enough away from him to be out of his reach.

“I’m a rapist now baby,” he whispered, his fingers tightening over her nipple until she whimpered in pain. “I may as well fucking enjoy it.” He leaned down and kissed her, his body reacting instantly to the familiar creamy taste of her mouth. She moaned softly as she squirmed against him, gasping as she felt his dick press into her lower belly.

Angel slid his mouth to Lisa’s throat and continued to kiss as he slid his hand from her breast down and into her underwear. He stroked over her clitoris with his thumb and slid two fingers inside her and circled slowly, just as he had done when they had been in the school. “Aren’t you gonna ask me to stop, baby?” he taunted softly, and tears started to fall down Lisa’s face again. She was ashamed to realise that she was a lot wetter than she should be, and he knew it. She gasped as his thumb found the perfect rhythm on her clitoris to drive her crazy and held there, and his mouth continued to torment her throat.

Lisa moaned softly as her body started nearing orgasm. She was pushing as hard as she could against Angel’s hand, desperate for him to send her over the edge. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she bit her lip and had to concentrate on not letting herself collapse. She whined in desperation as he suddenly withdrew his fingers and stepped away from her, leaving her utterly frustrated.

Now that he had her, Angel was eager to fuck his little prize. But he’d been waiting ten years; he could manage to wait a few minutes longer. Especially if it added to her humiliation and discomfort. She was breathless and dishevelled and the look of shameful pleasure on her face was rapidly being replaced with anger and embarrassment. Good. He didn’t want her to roll over and beg; there would have been no fun in that. He walked back over to his desk and dropped his suit jacket onto the chair, then pulled off his tie and loosened the top buttons of his shirt. He slowly rolled up the sleeves of his shirt as he turned around to face Lisa again.

“Come here,” he whispered softly. She stood for a moment, weighing up her options. She didn’t want to act the slave and do as she was told; he was blackmailing her and had just totally humiliated her, after all. However, she didn’t have much choice in the matter. She eventually took a couple of small steps towards him as a token gesture of obedience. He was unimpressed.

“Come here,” he said again, his voice hard. He wasn’t used to having to repeat himself, and his eyes blazed angrily. Lisa gulped, and did as she was told, walking up to him so that she had to crane her neck to look into his eyes. He tangled one hand into the hair at the nape of her neck and pulled downwards until she took the hint and got down onto her knees.

It was obvious what he wanted, but Lisa refused to do anything without being told. Angel slid his hand to Lisa’s jaw and lifted her face until her eyes met his again. “You’ve got two choices baby,” he growled. “You can blow me, or not. But if not, you’re gonna regret it. It’s up to you.”

Of course now that she had a choice, she couldn’t possibly relent. Even though it meant that she was going to suffer for it (and then probably have to blow him anyway). Lisa lifted her chin in defiance and sat still, refusing to move. Angel raised an eyebrow in amusement.

“Let me put it this way for you,” he went on. “You can blow me, or you can blow every single one of the ten guys standing outside, and then me. Do you think you need the practice first baby?”

Lisa scowled. She had been determined not to give in, but what would be the point if it just meant humiliating herself in front of even more people? She slid the palms of her hands onto his thighs and stroked gently for a moment, then slowly unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants.

She gulped in apprehension. He was pretty big, and Lisa had always had a well developed gag reflex; this was going to be difficult. She slid her hands back on to his thighs and stroked up and down slowly, feeling the muscles move beneath his skin. The suit certainly hadn’t over-exaggerated his build, and his legs were beautiful. Lisa slid one hand to her mouth and licked over her palm up to her finger ends, before gently gripping his shaft and sliding up to cup the head.

The soft moan that Lisa heard above her spurred her on a little, and she stuck out her tongue and lapped it from the base of his shaft to the tip, returning to gently lick over his balls before sliding back up and flicking her tongue into the opening at the top.

The feel of Lisa’s mouth on his dick was electric as she first started to suck and Angel moaned softly in pleasure, his fingers sliding into her hair and rubbing her scalp gently. As much as he had enjoyed his past achievements in getting to where he was today, even murdering his biggest competitors with his own hands didn’t compare to the feeling of elation he was experiencing at this moment. He closed his eyes and groaned harshly as Lisa slid her hand to his balls and stroked for a moment before squeezing gently.

She had him coming a lot quicker than he’d expected, and he was almost annoyed that she had gotten off so easily. She stood up again slowly, used her middle finger to mop up a dribble of his come that had landed on her chin, and then sucked her finger clean. She’d staged it to tease and it worked perfectly, but he was going to need a few minutes before he’d be ready to finally screw her into submission.

Lisa frowned apprehensively as Angel called another man into the room. He was one of the men that had brought her here in the first place, so she’d seen him before. He’d been there when they’d forced their way into her house and manhandled her to her knees - at his feet, no less. She remembered the feel of his palm on her face as he lifted her head so that he could see her clearly, checking that he had the right person. He was tall, taller than Sean, and also well built but not bulky. She knew very well that he would be able to handle himself in trouble.

Angel motioned for Nicky to come over to him, and whispered something in his ear that Lisa couldn’t hear, but she was pretty sure she wasn’t going to like it. He then walked back to Lisa and pulled her against him from behind, so that he could whisper into her ear and look over her shoulder.

“You’re good with your mouth, baby,” he whispered softly, stroking his fingers along her jaw gently. “You suck like one of my $1000 a night whores. And I am really gonna enjoy hearing you moan while I watch you squirming on the end of my dick.” Lisa shivered slightly, fearful of her own body’s response to his intentionally crude language. Angel smiled, nuzzled her ear for a moment before speaking again.

“You remember Nicky, don’t you baby? He brought you here.” Lisa nodded slowly. “Good. He’s my right hand man, and I trust him with my life.” Where was this going? “Which means that he ends up working very hard for me,” Sean went on. Aha. “Everyone deserves a break once in a while, don’t you think baby?” he asked. “Or maybe a little reward for their efforts?” Shit. “He was very good to you earlier today, wasn’t he? Stopped one of my guys from fucking up your face, even though you deserved it?”

One of the guys that had grabbed her had tried to feel her up. She wasn’t going to just put up with it. She smacked him in the face before shoving her knee into his balls full force. He was less than amused, and started laying in to her with his knuckles until Nicky arrived. He stopped him with one word.

“Did you even say thank you baby?” Angel asked, and Lisa shook her head slowly. She wasn’t exactly going to thank one of her kidnappers. “Don’t you think it’s time you did?” he asked, and she sighed shakily. “Just do for him what you did for me honey, and that’s all you need to do. You don’t need to fuck him, just show him what you can do with your mouth.”

Angel pushed Lisa forward gently and she took the hint. She walked up to Nicky where he was leaning against Angel’s desk and she gulped nervously. As embarrassing as giving Angel a blow job had been, she did at least know him a little. This guy was a complete stranger, and to get down on her knees in front of him and let him come in her mouth was utterly degrading. Not that she had any choice, however.

It didn’t seem right to just walk up to someone, pull down their pants and start to suck, so before getting down on her knees Lisa stroked her palms against Nicky’s chest and then leaned upwards to kiss him. He had a gorgeously soft mouth and she moaned softly as he slid his hands into her hair and held onto her as he kissed her back. She slid her hands down and stroked him through his clothing gently before unbuttoning his pants and moving inside.

Nicky moaned softly as he felt the girl slide her mouth onto him and swallow his entire length until her nose hit pubic hair. She slid back again so that she could flick her tongue over the head of his dick until he was almost whining in frustration. She then started to suck in earnest as she slid two fingers to his perineum and pressed gently.

Several minutes later, Nicky was finding it difficult to hold himself back. “Oh baby,” he whispered softly as he slid his hands into Lisa’s hair. He held her against him gently as he said “I’m gonna… mmm.” His semen hit the back of Lisa’s throat suddenly as he came and she gagged slightly, which could only serve to increase the pleasure that he was feeling. He held her down on top of him for a couple of moments until his body calmed down a little, and then he remembered that she needed to breathe, and let her go.

Nicky left as soon as his legs were able to support his weight again, and Lisa turned back towards Angel, knowing that this was going to be revenge time for him. He was sitting in a comfortable chair, leaning back casually, face unreadable. He motioned for her to come towards him and she obeyed, her body trembling. Once she got into touching range Angel pulled Lisa so that she straddled his knee with her arse grinding into his crotch.

Lisa gasped softly as Angel settled her on top of him, the warmth and hardness of him causing her heart rate and her breathing to noticeably increase in intensity. Her body stiffened, unable to decide whether it wanted to hold itself away, or grind against him even harder.

“Did you enjoy that, baby?” Angel asked, sliding his hand into Lisa’s hair so that she couldn’t look away from him. “Huh? Are you still wet for me?” Lisa blushed in humiliation and tried to look away, but Angel tightened his grip in her hair until her eyes watered and she flinchingly met his gaze. “Are you still wet?” he asked softly.

“I don’t know,” Lisa replied, trying to avoid answering him. Her cheeks were burning and there were tears glistening in her eyes. Angel smiled, pulled Lisa closer until he was nuzzling her ear and could whisper directly into it.

“Baby,” he murmured, his voice husky and gravelly to the point that Lisa felt herself flush with heat just at the sound of it. “I’m gonna hold you down and slide my dick so deep inside you that you can’t even fucking breathe. I am gonna fuck you absolutely senseless, baby.”

Lisa whimpered in response to Angel’s voice, the whimper turning into a groan as he rocked his hips upwards to thrust against her. She was shaking, her body still confused over how it wanted to react to him. However, there was one thing that remained constant, and that was the feeling of shame burning through her veins. Angel slid his free hand under her skirt and brushed the pad of his thumb over her clit gently, then harder as she arched her back toward him. She moaned softly in humiliation as she realised that there was no way she could stop herself from responding to him.

Angel got up from his chair, lifting the girl in his arms with him. He carried her over to his desk and laid her on top of it, pushing her down until she lay prone, her ass on the edge of the desk and her legs dangling to the floor. He slid her thighs together for a moment as he hooked his fingers into her underwear and slid it free of her legs, then slid his palms back up the inside of her legs to part them again. The girl shuddered a little as she realised how exposed she now was. He repeated the move of his thumb-pad against her clit and the increased friction caused her to squeal sharply. He smiled as she tried to close her legs and thrust up against him at the same time.

Lisa absolutely could not control her body as Angel twisted his fingers in a circle, keeping his thumb on her clitoris as his middle finger circled her opening gently. Just as she was sure that he was going to push that damned finger inside her and ease the burning in her belly, he pulled away and slid it up and down the length of her outer lips instead. She whined in frustration, and Angel smiled down at her. He knew exactly what she needed, but he wasn’t going to let her have her way just yet. He continued to torment her until her tortured cries made his dick ache.

Angel finally relented and slid two fingers inside Lisa up until his first knuckle, just enough to make her need more. She instinctively jerked her hips, pushing his fingers inside her a little deeper. Angel smiled, started circling them inside her slowly. She keened softly, arched her back and started rocking against him, trying to increase the fiendishly gently rhythm that he had set. He slid inside her a little deeper for a moment, then pulled out again.

Leaning over, Angel slid his palms to the top of Lisa’s thighs and parted them further, until her clit stood up and away from her body. He lowered his head slowly, until he could use the very tip of his tongue to graze the top of her clit very, very gently.

“Oh god…” Lisa whimpered, desperately trying to lift herself closer so that he would lick her again, but Angel was having none of it. “Oh, please!” He smiled, breathed out over her wet flesh gently until she shuddered. He lowered his face again, circled his tongue around her opening and licked it up to her clit, repeating this several times before sliding it into his mouth and starting to suck.

As Angel slid his fingers back inside her and started circling deeper, his mouth and tongue still firmly attached to her clitoris, Lisa felt like her world was turning upside down. She couldn’t think, could hardly even breathe, and had no idea what was happening to her except for the fact that she desperately needed to come. She lifted her head slightly so that she could look down at Angel, and gasped sharply as a thought suddenly struck her like a lead weight.

She saw two different people in the man kneeling between her legs. Firstly, the pain in the arse kid who had made her working life hell and whose life she had ruined in return; and she felt almost immobilised with shame at the thought of him. But secondly, she saw Angel Morgan, literally the most powerful man in the city. He was both feared and admired by the media and the masses, and he could do anything he wanted, get anything he wanted, and kill anyone he wanted, period.

Angel Morgan was kneeling between her legs, eating her out. And she was terrified, and disgusted with herself, but at the same time, a thrill shot up her spine. As that thought occurred to her, Lisa’s body shuddered for the last time, before surging into orgasm. She finally came back to her senses as Angel’s mouth descended onto hers, his tongue sliding inside to tease her own. He had loosened his trousers again, and he thrust himself against her, with just the fabric of his boxers stopping his dick from sliding into her swollen wet warmth.

Lisa moaned softly, one hand lifting to bury itself into Angel’s gorgeous hair, the other curling into claws and lightly scratching down to his arse. He jerked against her harder, slid his mouth down to her throat and started to suck gently. Lisa’s pelvis jerked as her nether regions began to stir again.

This hadn’t exactly gone to plan, Angel thought as his mouth slid further down, shoving Lisa’s shirt out of the way so that he could fasten his mouth onto a nipple. But right now, he didn’t give a shit. He had wanted her for so long, and the memory of the taste of her had still driven him crazy even after the court case. Now that he had her, he wanted to make the most out of it. He reluctantly lifted himself back off the girl so that he could remove his pants and his shirt, but Lisa followed him, sliding back down to the ground.

This time, Lisa slid her mouth straight down his shaft until her nose hit his abdomen, and started to suck hard. He gasped in surprise, whispered “ohh, fuck!” as he had to try desperately to hold his orgasm back. He wasn’t sure if she was trying to make him come again in the hope that she would get out of getting fucked, but it wasn’t going to happen. He allowed himself two full minutes of bliss before lifting her off him, and back into the same position on the desk.

Angel grabbed Lisa’s wrists and dragged them up above her head, holding her still as he leaned over her to whisper into her ear. “You’re good with your mouth baby,” he growled softly. “But don’t even think you’d get to blow me again and get out of this. You’re still getting fucked.” He punctuated the end of his sentence with a thrust of his hips, and Lisa moaned softly, the combination of the helpless position she was now in, the thrust of his hips and the coarse language he was using suddenly making her body burn again. She knew that she had a thing for being dominated, but she’d never before experienced it with a man who could (and might), kill her in an instant.

Angel felt the woman’s reaction to their new position and smirked to himself. She liked being dominated. He lowered the tone of his voice as much as he could, and sank deeper into his old Brooklyn accent as he continued to growl in her ear. “You’re going to feel every single inch of my cock sliding into your cunt, until I’m so deep that you can’t breathe and you’re whining for me to stop. Then I’m gonna start to fuck you, baby. And you’re gonna get it so hard you’ll be seeing stars and crying for more.”

Lisa’s face was burning as Angel talked. She hated the word cunt, and he knew it. He’d used it on purpose to get a reaction, and it definitely worked. Her body had started writhing against him; she was deeply ashamed of the way that she was responding but she couldn’t stop. Couldn’t even make herself want to stop. He was rough and coarse but he was beautiful and the most powerful man in the city, and he could do absolutely anything he wanted. And right now, he wanted to be inside her. And just that very thought sent shivers of guilty pleasure through her body. She moaned softly, and wasn’t sure if the moan was longing or despair.

As the girl writhed beneath him, Angel felt like he was going to explode. He was slowly grinding his hips against her, and her juices had soaked through his boxers until they were slick against the head of his cock. He couldn’t think straight, almost felt like he was stoned. He slid his free had to her jaw and held her eyes in line with his for a moment.

“You need it baby,” he whispered at the woman lying beneath him. “Don’t you?” Lisa whined softly, but couldn’t bring herself to answer. Angered, Angel growled as he yanked his boxers out of the way and dragged them off his legs. When he next ground his hips into Lisa’s, he let the head of his cock rest just inside her opening. She moaned in anticipation, tried to wriggle so that he would enter her, but he was having none of it.

“Answer me baby,” he growled, circling around her opening gently. “Or I will make you not come all fucking night!”

Lisa couldn’t hold on any longer, she was burning and she knew he would make good on his promise. Her voice when she spoke was wavering and small. “Yes.” When Angel looked less than impressed, she added “I need it.”

“You need my cock in your pretty little wet cunt, baby?” he asked, enjoying the look of humiliation that came over his former teacher’s face. “You need to be fucked?”

Lisa whispered another yes, squeezed her eyes closed to try to stop a tear from running down her cheek, and failed. Angel dug his fingers into her jaw until she took the hint and looked him in the eye again.

“You need me to fuck you, little girl? Huh?” Lisa nodded, more tears falling down her face. “Then tell me what you need, baby,” Angel growled. “Say it.”

Lisa whined softly at the thought, but she knew she had no choice. She took a shaky breath and whispered “please fuck me, Angel.” He smiled slightly, but he was still waiting for more. “I – I need you in… inside me.”

Angel slid his mouth to Lisa’s ear and nuzzled gently. “Come on baby, you can do better than that. Just repeat after me: I need your cock in my cunt. Just seven easy words, all one syllable. Come on, baby. Say it.”

Lisa’s nether regions were clenching with every word as Angel whispered directly into her ear. His voice was gorgeous, and it was keeping her boiling hot even though he hadn’t touched her in a good few minutes. With his mouth against her ear she also had a little more privacy, and she was able to whisper what he wanted her to say.

“I need your cock in my cunt,” she whispered softly, squirming at the use of the foul and dreaded word. Angel groaned harshly, almost couldn’t stop himself from burying his cock balls deep inside her.

“You’re gonna scream for me, little girl. Do you know that?”

“Oh yes. Oh please!”

Angel hooked one of Lisa’s legs under his free arm, and spread her wide. He slid his cock another inch inside her, stopped as he savoured the semi-pained look of desperation and longing on her face. She groaned in contentment, then started writhing again, searching for more. He continued to slide himself into her, making sure that she felt every inch disappear into her slick insides. The head of his cock eventually bumped her cervix, but his balls hadn’t yet touched her ass. He pushed a little harder, waiting for her body to stretch to accommodate him. She moaned softly, then whimpered as he forced her body to bend to his will.

“How does it feel, baby?” Angel growled softly. “How does my cock feel inside your hot little cunt?”

“Oh my,” Lisa whispered breathlessly. She was finding it very difficult to speak clearly. “Oh god!”

“Tell me how it feels, baby,” he growled again, sliding his hand to her throat and squeezing gently. She felt like a hot, slick little vice, and his head was spinning, but he needed her to tell him how it felt to her.

“It’s hot,” she whispered, panting between words. “And hard. And… And oh god, it’s good. Angel, please!”

“What do you need, baby?” he asked. He knew exactly what she needed, but he wanted her to beg for it.

“Please Angel,” Lisa whispered. “Please fuck me!”

Angel slid out of the girl until only the glans of his dick was still inside her, and then slammed back into her, hard and fast. She whimpered and whined, squirming in pain, but her hips rocked towards him, begging for more.

“Is that what you need baby?” Angel asked. “Do you need it hard, honey?”

“Oh, god, yes!” she groaned, biting her lip in a mesmerising mixture of pleasure and pain as she lifted her body to maintain as much contact with his as possible. He slid his mouth over hers and she released her lip from her teeth so that he could slide his tongue in between them.

Angel groaned in contentment as he settled into a steady rhythm that brought his former teacher to orgasm twice before he finally came inside her. He had fully intended on raping the bitch, but as he watched her body shudder in pleasure against his, he was glad that he hadn’t needed to. As his own body surged into orgasm and he collapsed on top of her, he realised something very alarming.

Once was never going to be enough.

Hunted AU: Strip Search

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**Author's note** Hi guys, this is for all of the people who've asked me to write more on these two; I hope you like it. They're not completely the same people (well, Sasha is still very much Sasha, but Suzanne is a lot younger and a lot less confident in herself) but it's something that's been bugging me for a while and I wanted to see how it would play out. Please let me know what you think!</p>






<p class=MsoNormal>Sasha stood off to the side of the soldiers, silently
scanning the groups of people around him. He wasn’t looking for anyone in
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ular, but his eyes settled on a lone figure and suddenly the hairs on the
back of his neck stood on end. On the surface, the girl was unremarkable and
the soldiers certainly hadn’t taken any notice of her; however Sasha had
little regard for their abilities anyway.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>From a distance it appeared that she was dressed plainly,
with no visible jewellery or other valuables. She was wearing a flowing
red-brown skirt and a sturdy looking pair of boots, and a long, dark grey coat
in an attempt to keep warm in the snow. Her hair was loose, almost as if she were
trying to hide her face beneath the chocolate brown strands, but she was still
shivering in the cold.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>She was definitely not a native, the shivering was a clue to
that. It was rather a mild day by their normal standards and the sun was
shining weakly through the clouds. Sasha moved a little closer to get a better
look at the girl, but not so close as to alert her of his attention. On closer
inspection her coat seemed like it was designed for form rather than function,
as were the boots. Definitely an expensive Western designer of some sort.
What was she doing here?</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne was shivering, partly due to the ridiculous cold
(even with her warmest coat on), and partly due to fear. She couldn’t believe
her bad luck that a hoard of soldiers would turn up and start searching people
just when she had been about to leave. She was pretty sure she didn’t have
anything to hide that they could find, but it didn’t matter; she’d heard
stories. Thankfully, though, it seemed like the soldiers hadn’t noticed her
and she was going to be able to slip away unnoticed.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Or maybe not. She gasped in fright as she noticed one of
the men walking straight towards her. He wasn’t in uniform but he had arrived
with the soldiers, and something about the expression on his face told her that
it wasn’t a good thing that he seemed to be taking an interest in her. Perhaps
it was the rifle strapped to his back that worried her, or the nasty looking
handgun that he was carrying pointed at the ground. <i>Oh, god.</i></p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne tried not to look terrified as the man stalked
towards her, but it wasn’t so easy. He certainly didn’t look very friendly.
The words “hard as nails” and “evil incarnate” quickly sprang to mind, although
he wasn’t unattractive like most of the men around her. He slowed to a halt
about 10 feet in front of her, motioned to her with his gun for her to come to
him. She didn’t move. He started speaking to her in his language, and her
heart started pounding wildly. She was pretty sure he wanted her to go over to
him, but she couldn’t get her legs to work.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>He looked unamused. He continued his advancement on her,
growled angrily as she started backing away, eyes darting about for any hope of
a means of escape. No chance. Suzanne yelped as he reached out and grabbed
her by the hair, his gun coming to rest at the bottom of her jaw, none too gently.
She froze, her hands instinctively coming up to try to push him away but not
daring to touch him.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>The man didn’t say anything for a while as he stood holding
his fistful of poker straight hair. He seemed to be studying her face,
enjoying her look of panic as he pressed the muzzle of his gun into her
throat. He was tall, a part of her brain noticed as he used the gun to tilt
her head back so that she had to look up into his eyes, and she didn’t dare
break his stare. His eyes were dark brown, and he had a scar over the left eye
that left an almost fetching gap through his eyebrow. </p>
<p class=MsoNormal>“You’re not from this country,” he said softly, letting the
gun trail down to her collarbone. “What are you doing here?” Suzanne had
trouble understanding what he meant; a few short lessons and a quick glance through
a “Teach Yourself” book could only go so far, after all. Thankfully, she did
remember how to say “I don’t understand.” She’d used it a lot.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>She sounded like she’d learned what little of the language
she had from a Russian. Suspicions confirmed, Sasha tightened his grip in the
girl’s hair and pulled her closer, let his thigh touch one of hers. “American?”
he said in English, then shook his head at her silence. “Not American, you
don’t talk enough. English?” She nodded almost imperceptibly. “Why are you
here?” he asked, watching her reaction to his leg touching hers. She flinched,
tried to pull away, but she was trapped between his gun and the hand in her
hair.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>His accent was pretty strong, but his English was a lot better
than her attempts at speaking a foreign language. Suzanne could understand him
fine, but she didn’t think it best to tell him why she was here. He was
holding her close on purpose, the intention was to be threatening and he was
certainly succeeding in that. She gasped softly as he let the gun play against
the neckline of her coat, its barrel rubbing the top of one of her breasts for
a moment. He smiled nastily, enjoying her fear.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>The girl was terrified, that much was obvious. Tough. He
wanted answers from her regardless. She whimpered in fear as he leaned down
and slid his mouth against her ear, the gun sliding down to rest against her
thigh. “One of two things can happen from here,” he growled into her ear.
“You answer my questions, or we play rough. I’m happy either way, but you
won’t be.” He turned so that his unshaven face rubbed against her smooth cheek
slowly, let himself smell her hair. She smelled clean and feminine and utterly
unaccustomed to their rather harsh reality. He smiled as she shuddered against
him in response to his touch.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>The man repeated his earlier question, and Suzanne figured
she had to say something in response. “I’m on holiday,” she said, which wasn’t
entirely untrue. She just wasn’t supposed to be on holiday in a war-torn
wasteland. He snorted at that.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Of course you are,” he replied sarcastically. “Why would
anyone not want to come and visit hell on earth?” He leaned back a little and
stared down at the shivering girl coldly. “What is your name?”</p>
<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne didn’t answer.  She knew that it probably wasn’t the
best of ideas, but she was terrified that giving this man any information would
endanger the person that she had come to try and find. He sighed in annoyance
at her refusal to answer his questions, then slid his gun away, concealed
somewhere behind his back. “Do you have a passport?” he asked, sliding his
free hand over her hips in search of pockets. <i>Shit!</i> He didn’t find
anything, so he searched higher, grinning at her moan of despair as his hand
brushed the underside of her breasts. He felt the outline of something
concealed in an inner pocket and slid his hands to the buttons of the coat,
unfastening them roughly.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Please don’t!” she whispered as his hand slid inside, but
he moved straight for the item within her coat pocket. He smiled triumphantly
as he revealed her passport, and flicked through it slowly.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“You came from Italy?” he said, his eyebrow raising in
interest. “If I were you, I would have stayed there.” He flicked to the back page
where her personal information was held, checked that the photograph matched. The
name read ‘Suzanne Kate McCullough.’ The cold was seeping in through her open
coat, and her shivering increased in intensity. She gasped in horror as he
pocketed her passport, then started shoving her towards a small building, away
from the rest of the crowds. He backed her against the wall, didn’t stop until
he was pressing into her from chest to thigh.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne moaned softly in fear as the man pushed himself
against her and pinned her to the wall. She could feel solid muscle against
her chest and was mortified to feel her cold-hardened nipples jutting into him
through her clothes. He was at least shielding her from the cold, but she
would have gladly stood there shivering her arse off rather than be at the
mercy of this man.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Last chance,” he growled, his hand sliding under her coat
and resting on her ribs. “Tell me why you’re here, or we start getting very
friendly.” To make certain that she understood the threat, he slid his palm
against one of her breasts and stroked for a moment. The fabric of the
fingerless gloves he was wearing created a strange sensation, but his
fingertips felt warm against her freezing skin.</p>
<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne’s breath caught in her throat as the man used his
palm to cup her breast and slid his thumb over her nipple. She shuddered in
fear at the sensation and then whined in pain as he squeezed her nipple so hard
that it would have drawn blood had he used his teeth. He eventually relented
and stroked over her throbbing nipple again gently, his eyes burning with clear
enjoyment at making her cry out in pain. Suzanne felt a confusing rush of
sensation through her body at the look in her tormentor’s eyes and the pain
that he was causing, and her body squirmed against his against her will.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Sasha smiled cruelly as the girl whimpered beneath him while
he stroked over her breast. “Why do you care?” she asked, wanting to know what
had made her stand out for him against the rest of the crowd.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Because,” he growled softly, his hand sliding back down to
rest on her hip. “Big bad soldier is standing here threatening to rape pretty
little English girl, and she still doesn’t want to say why she’s here. Must be
important, don’t you think?” Suzanne squeezed her eyes closed, trying to stem
the flow of tears that were threatening to fall. “Either that,” he went on,
his voice low and gravelly. “Or she <b>wants</b> to be fucked. Is that it,
baby?” He slid his hand to her arse and pulled her against him firmly. “Do
you want to know what it feels like having a Serbian dick inside you? Being
held down and fucked by a murderer?”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne felt that same rush of sensation through her body as
the man pulled her even closer so that he was pressing his dick into her lower
belly. She certainly couldn’t miss the fact that he was enjoying tormenting
her. “Please no!” she whispered, one of the tears escaping and making a run
for it down her cheek. “Why me?”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Sasha paused for a moment. Why her? “Because you look so…
innocent,” he whispered, stroking the wet line on her face where the tear had
fallen.</p>
<p class=MsoNormal>“Are you going to ruin that?” she asked, her lip trembling. 
He laughed softly.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Oh yes,” he confirmed, stroking his palm over her cheek, and
she closed her eyes in fear. “Completely. All you have to do is tell me why
you’re here. Or we can fuck; it’s up to you.”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“But you can’t!” Suzanne replied, here eyes wide in shock.
“All these people – ”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Won’t see a thing,” he interrupted. “War does that to
people.”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“But…” Suzanne whispered, struggling against her captor.
She brought her hands up to his chest and shoved as hard as she could, groaned
“Let me go!” He laughed softly at her attempts to get him off her, enjoying
the feel of her hands sliding over his chest. “Please don’t do this!”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Big brown eyes stared up at him imploringly, wide with fear,
and Sasha smiled, a sadistic glint in his eye. Now that he could see the girl
close up, he noticed the fine texture of her skin and her youthful appearance.
Her face was fine-boned and she had a small, straight nose that balanced
perfectly with her beautiful doe-eyes. He slid his mouth to her ear again, whispered
“Talk to me, baby,” then slid his mouth downwards and started to nuzzle and
suck her throat gently. He felt his dick start to throb as the girl moaned
softly in response and she allowed her head to fall back in submission. Her
hands stilled on his chest and her fingers curled slightly, her nails digging
into his clothing.</p>
<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne lost awareness of her surroundings for a moment as
Sasha slid his mouth down over her throat. Regardless of her fear, her body
was reacting to him and causing her skin to flush while a wave of warmth was
spreading from her neck down to her inner thighs. She moaned softly as Sasha
slid a palm to her back inside her coat, moving down to grip one of her arse
cheeks firmly, and she came back to her senses with a jolt.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>The girl started to struggle again, and so Sasha held still
against her, enjoying the feel of her wriggling beneath him. He slid his mouth
back to her ear and whispered “I am going to bury my dick inside you and watch
you squirm for me, little girl. And you’re going to scream for hours.” She
whimpered in despair, turned a shade of red even darker than when he’d been
kissing her. Sasha pulled her away from the wall and shoved her towards the
door of the building, propelling her inside roughly.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>The building consisted of one large room and only one door.
A couple of tables were located haphazardly around the room, and Sasha shoved
his little captive towards the one furthest from the door. He had been right
earlier; he could have happily screwed her against the wall outside and none of
the civilians would have seen a thing. The other soldiers however would have
wanted their turn, and Sasha wasn’t one for sharing. Not until he was done
with her, at least.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne wasn’t sure if she should be happy for the privacy
or scared shitless of what Sasha was going to do. She watched him close the
door behind them and then lower his rifle and his handgun to one of the tables,
removing the ammunition and placing them down with a surprising amount of care
and attention. Probably a lot more than she was going to receive. He took off
his gloves and left them with the guns, sliding his jacket off his shoulders at
the same time to reveal a black t-shirt that seemed suddenly very good at
demonstrating his more than adequately muscled arms and chest. He walked
towards her slowly, the brutal expression on his face causing Suzanne’s legs to
tremble. She backed away as he advanced on her until her shoulders hit the
wall, and she was trapped.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Sasha grabbed the girl by the coat, let her twist free so
that the garment fell away in his hand. She made a run for it but she had no
chance of escaping him. He caught her by the hair and threw her back against
the wall. Tears of shock spilled over her cheeks at the sudden sharp pain in
her scalp, and Suzanne whimpered softly. He tightened his grip in her hair and
lifted her onto her toes with one hand, forcing her to look at him.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“You want to play games?” he growled, shoving her back
against the wall. “We can do that. But I’m warning you, baby. I play rough.”</p>
<p class=MsoNormal>“Let me go, you bastard!” Suzanne screamed, bringing her
knee upwards in an attempt to hit him in the balls. She almost succeeded, but
he twisted out of the way and she ended up hitting his leg instead. She
brought up her hands and punched him in the face as hard as she could. He
didn’t even flinch.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“My turn,” he whispered softly, flexing the muscles in his
shoulders for a moment to make sure that she knew what was coming. He looked
her over quickly, taking in the small size of her build for her height, and
then punched her in the left cheek, making sure that he controlled the blow so
that he didn’t break any bones. The girl yelped in pain; the blow had been bad
enough, but it also turned her head to the side and put pressure on the hair
that Sasha was still holding on to.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Had enough?” he asked softly, and Suzanne glowered at him
in between sobs. He was impressed that she didn’t give up straight away. He
hit her again, harder, and she screamed this time. A drop of blood began to
trickle from her nose. Sasha lowered the girl to her feet again and released
her hair, slid his hand to her chin instead. “We can stop any time you’re
ready,” he whispered softly, but the look in his eyes said very clearly that he
didn’t want to stop. He continued hitting her, until she had difficulty in
standing up and she eventually begged him to stop.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Want to tell me why you’re here yet baby?” Sasha asked, and
Suzanne looked away, silent. “Then I can carry on hitting you or I can fuck
you. Make up your mind.” She still said nothing, and so he hit her again.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Please stop!” Suzanne whispered softly, her head lolling
forwards from the impact of his fist to her cheek. Sasha pulled the girl’s
head level with his so that she looked him in the eye again.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Had enough?” he said again, and she nodded miserably.
“Then tell me why you’re here, or ask me to fuck you.” Suzanne’s eyes widened.
No. There was no way that she was going to accept either option. She
hesitated too long and was rewarded with another crack to her jaw. She
couldn’t take any more, she was about to faint.</p>
<p class=MsoNormal>“You know what you need to say, baby,” Sasha murmured, and
stroked a few strands of hair off her face. </p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Please…” Suzanne whispered, her face a vision of pain.
“Please fuck me.”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Those three words sent shivers down Sasha’s spine, but he
still wanted more. He pulled her eyes in line with his again, took in her
bruised and bleeding face and her dark tear-filled eyes that displayed her fear
so beautifully. He held her gaze as he whispered “say it again.”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne whined in humiliation, her eyes pleading, but Sasha
would not relent. She took a shaky breath and whispered the phrase again, felt
her body burn with shame as his eyes started to blaze with desire. He pulled
her away from the wall, turned her around and shoved her against the edge of
the table, so suddenly that she lost her balance and fell onto it, prone.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Sasha leaned over the girl and slid his hand over her cheek,
held her eyes level with his again. Their faces were so close that their noses
rubbed together gently and she flinched uncomfortably. “I don’t think you
meant that, baby,” he whispered softly, smiling cruelly as her eyes widened in
fear. “Maybe we should just go back to what we were doing before?” he asked,
raising his arm and curling his fingers into a fist.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“No!” Suzanne whimpered softly, bringing her hands up in
front of her face. “Please no! I said what you wanted, please-”</p>
<p class=MsoNormal>“But you didn’t mean it,” he asked softly.  “Did you?”  He
flexed his shoulder and pulled his fist back, ready to hit her again.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“I did!” Suzanne whispered, reaching out and grabbing
Sasha’s hand in an attempt to bring it back down. He was amused by her
efforts, but kept his expression brutal as usual. “Please don’t. Please!”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Sasha twisted his hand free from the girl’s considerably
weaker grip and grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head. She arched
her back instinctively and writhed against him, until he used his free hand to
grab her throat and pin her down.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Do you think you’re in charge here, little bitch?” he
growled harshly, squeezing her throat sharply to warn her against trying to
move again. “Do you think you can tell me what to do?” Tears filled the
girl’s eyes and spilled out onto her face and Sasha felt his dick throb with
desire at her obvious terror.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“No!” she whimpered, her voice hoarse until he loosened his
grip on her throat a little. “I just didn’t want you to… to hit me again.
I-I… I’ll do what… I’ll do whatever you want, just please, please don’t hit me
again.” </p>

<p class=MsoNormal>The girl was hysterical, and Sasha was loving it. He could
think of almost nothing he would rather do than bask in this girl’s abject
terror of him. Almost. He was definitely looking forward to hearing her
scream as he sank his dick all the way inside her.</p>
<p class=MsoNormal>“Anything, baby?” he repeated, taking his hand off her
throat so that he could stroke her face. She nodded immediately. “So you do
want me to fuck you?”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>There was a split second pause, and then she replied. “Yes.”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Say it,” he growled, grabbing her chin so that her eyes
were held level with his.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Please fuck me,” Suzanne whispered softly, her voice
wavering. Sasha sneered.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Don’t believe you baby,” he whispered, letting go of her
wrists so that he could sink his fist into her hair, ready to pull.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Please fuck me!” Suzanne repeated, trying to sound as
persuasive as possible. “Please, please fuck me.”</p>
<p class=MsoNormal>“You want me inside you, baby?” he asked, and Suzanne nodded
immediately. “Then tell me what you want me to do to you,” he growled. She
whimpered softly, closed her eyes as a wave of heated humiliation came over
her. Sasha yanked on her hair until she met his gaze again.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne was almost hyperventilating with terror. She knew
that she had to do what he wanted – say what he wanted – but she just couldn’t
bring herself to look into his eyes and beg him to rape her. His eyes
darkened, she wasn’t sure if it was in anger or anticipation, but she felt his
grip tighten in her hair and his muscles tense. <i>No.</i> She couldn’t take
him hitting her again. Surely even the humiliation of begging him would be
better than that? Because if she didn’t do what he wanted – now – he was going
to kill her, and she knew it.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Oh, god,” Suzanne whispered softly as she squeezed her eyes
shut for a split second, gathering all the strength that she had left. She
opened them again and stared straight into the beautifully hard eyes of her
fiercely violent attacker.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“I want to know how your hands feel on my skin,” she
whispered softly. She noticed his eyes started to burn, but she didn’t dare
stop. “I want to feel your mouth on me… your tongue stroking and your teeth
raking. I want to feel your hands spreading me open and your fingers pushing
inside, feeling hot and wet and tight for you. I want to feel you pushing my
legs over my head and spreading me open again for you. I want to feel your
weight on me as you hold me down and slide so deep inside me that I can’t
breathe, and you screw me until you collapse on top of me.”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Sasha wasn’t sure where the girl managed to get the courage
to say her little speech, but he was impressed. He slid his hand over the
girl’s mouth for a second, then slid her face to the side so that he could talk
directly into her ear. His breathing was heavy with arousal and he let her
hear it for a moment. She was also breathing quickly, her skin flushed with
embarrassment at what she had just said and the effect it had apparently had on
her attacker.</p>
<p class=MsoNormal>“Mmm baby,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with arousal.  “Who’d
have thought you could talk dirty? Now I really need to fuck you.” Suddenly
Suzanne felt her skin flush even redder, the heat spreading all the way through
her body and causing her to begin to ache. His voice was suddenly so sexy; the
brutal sound of his accent only helping him to appear even more masculine and
dominating. He settled his weight onto her gently, allowing her to feel the
hardness of his erection press directly onto her clitoris, and she whimpered
softly, writhing against him.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Do you want me to bite you, baby?” he whispered. “You want
to know how I make you feel when I’m holding you down and sliding my dick all
the way inside you? Do you want me to fuck you hard, baby?” He was grinding
against her very gently, and Suzanne moaned softly as he spoke, finally replied
with an “oh yes!”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“You’re going to scream for me, baby,” he whispered softly,
then stood up again. Suzanne suddenly shivered as the warmth of his body heat
left her and the coldness of the room advanced into her bones once again. The
cold was like a slap to the face, and the strength that she had relied upon to
get her through the last few minutes deserted her completely. Her earlier fear
crept back into her and she started to shake once again.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Sasha slid the girl’s skirt up her legs until it bunched at
her hips, and slid her pretty little white pants to the floor. He slid his
palms against her inner thighs, parted her legs so that he could look at her
more closely. Her legs were creamy-white and beautifully smooth all the way
from her ankles to her hips, and she whimpered softy as his callused fingers
slid over them slowly. A girl who has enough time and not enough demons to
worry about keeping her legs shaved smooth, he thought to himself with a
smirk. He crouched down between her legs so that he was at eye level with her
quivering pretty pink flesh, stroked his fingers through the short brown fur at
the top. She jumped in fright, tried to close her legs but he still had one
palm against her right thigh.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne keened softly as Sasha slid his other hand back to
her thigh and parted her legs again, then leaned forward so that he could kiss
the top of her inner thigh gently. He smiled and stood up again, slid his
hands to her sweater and untied the knot that held the wrap-over closed. He slid
it out of the way and freed her breasts from her bra, the delicate pink nipples
already hard under his gaze. </p>

<p class=MsoNormal>The girl was staring at his chest as Sasha went about baring
her body for him. She had a nipped-in trim waist, but her breasts and hips
were rounded and full. Her beautifully expressive eyes were filled with panic
at the thought of him touching her. Her earlier bravado had left her, as he knew
that it would. She was shaking, and not just from the cold. He reached out
and cupped one of her breasts, feeling its weight as he bent down and caught a
delicate pink nipple in his mouth, sucked gently.</p>
<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne shivered as she laid spread on the table in front of
her would be rapist, moaned softly in humiliation as he sucked on her breast.
Her hands slid to his hair with the intention of pushing him away, but lay
still instead, cradling him against her. He lifted his head for a moment and
locked eyes with her, smiled cruelly as he saw the look of humiliation on her
face. She snatched back her hands and dropped them to her sides in disgust. He
continued to suck and slid one hand to her other breast, kneading and stroking
until he heard her moan once more.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Sasha stood up again, leaned over the girl until his face
was only inches from hers. “Do you like that, baby?” he asked softly, and
Suzanne sobbed softly in shame. “Do you still want to feel me inside you? Are
you getting wet, baby?”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Please don’t do this,” Suzanne whispered, tears dripping
down her face and onto the table beside her. His eyes burned into hers,
beautiful in their brutality.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“You asked me to do this, baby,” he reminded, and Suzanne
closed her eyes in disgust. “Look at me,” he growled, slapped her lightly
until she obeyed. “Are you getting wet?” he whispered again.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“No!” Suzanne replied, hoping to all hell that it was true.
She was confused by the conflicting emotions that she was experiencing, had no
idea why she had been turned on by his voice and why she was reacting to his
touch when only minutes ago he had been beating the living shit out of her.
Her skin was incredibly sensitive from the pain earlier, and his suddenly
gentle touch was having a definite effect.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“No?” Sasha repeated, one eyebrow raised in disbelief. He
slid his palms down from her armpits to her waist, across her flared hips and
onto her thighs. She squirmed slightly as he touched her, the friction causing
her breath to catch in her throat. He slid his left hand back into her hair to
hold her head steady as he slid his right hand back in to the brown fur at the
top of her legs.</p>
<p class=MsoNormal>“Oh no!” Suzanne moaned as she felt Sasha’s fingers slide
against the outer lips of her vagina gently. She tried to close her legs, but
Sasha nudged them apart again with his knee. He stared into her eyes as he
stroked gently, letting his middle finger dip inside her slightly to find her
rapidly becoming wet. He slid his wet finger over to the girl’s clitoris
gently, stroked the moisture over it slowly.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Oh yes,” Sasha replied, moving his thumb to her clitoris so
that he could dip his finger inside her again. “Hot and wet and tight,” he
said, echoing her words from earlier and causing her to shudder in response. He
circled her opening slowly as his thumb rocked over her clit, and Suzanne
arched against him, a moan of agonised pleasure escaping her. He dipped his
finger in and out of her again, continuing his circling movement as he leaned
over and kissed her, his tongue entering her mouth and exploring quickly.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>The part of Suzanne’s brain that was still able to think was
shrinking rapidly. Her body was switching between cold fear and aching heat relentlessly
and without warning, and she was totally unable to control it. She groaned
against Sasha’s mouth and felt her body arching against him of its own accord
and she was unable to stop either action. He slid two fingers back insider her
and pressed against her vagina in a hard circle until he found the bundle of
nerves inside her that made her whine with pleasure, and then stayed there. </p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Sasha came back up for air, his finger and thumb continuing
to stroke the girl. She was dripping wet now, and whining incoherently. He
grinning with satisfaction as he slid his tongue back to her breasts and sucked
gently, then raked his teeth over them slowly. He continued downwards until
his torturing tongue found the girl’s clitoris, and started to lick gently.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne felt a confusing mixture of shame and fear come over
her, but she didn’t have time to register these feelings properly before her
body tensed and arched against Sasha in orgasm. She continued to writhe
against him as he moved back up to lean over her and slide his tongue against
the sensitive skin on her throat. His talented tongue clouded her senses again
before she was able to notice the fear creeping back into her body.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“You’re so fucking sexy, little girl,” Sasha growled into
Suzanne’s ear, and she whimpered in response. He slid his hand to her arse and
pulled her against him firmly, let her feel how hard he was for her. “I’m
going to fuck you now, baby, and if you let me come inside you, I’m not going
to let you go.”</p>
<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne didn’t understand a word of what he was saying.  All
she knew was that her body was burning again and she needed him to make it
stop. He slid her legs up over her head, hooked his left arm under her knee
and grabbed her wrists and held them above her head, stretching her open for
him. She moaned in anticipation as he paused to move his pants out of the way,
then slid the head of his penis against her gently.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Look at me,” he whispered softly, sliding his other hand to
her face and raising her eyes to his. She held his gaze and he slid his hand
down between them, slid his thumb over her clitoris and stroked gently. </p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Oh please!” Suzanne whispered desperately, her body trying
to writhe against him despite the fact that Sasha had most of his weight
against her. He smiled, leaned into her and whispered “tell me what you want,”
into her ear.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Please fuck me,” Suzanne whined, repeating her words from
before. Her eyes begged and her body was still writhing; she was desperate.
Sasha growled in arousal and his body reacted instinctively; he pushed inside
the girl hard and fast, until he was buried balls-deep inside his little
captive. She screamed for him; a mixture of pleasure and pain that sent his
senses reeling in satisfaction. He settled his weight over her and pulled her
wrists until she was stretched taut and totally at his mercy, and started to
move inside her hard.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Is this what you wanted, little girl?” Sasha growled into
the girl’s ear. “Did you want to know how it feels to be held down and fucked
by the big bad soldier? Did you want to be fucked hard, baby?”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne was barely able to comprehend what Sasha was saying,
but she understood the tone of his voice. “Oh yes,” she whispered softly, her
eyes rolling back in her head from the constant onslaught of sensation that he
was inflicting on her. The way that he was holding her, his weight against her
and the feeling of him moving inside her so forcefully was causing her to feel
completely and utterly dominated. And the most terrifying thing was how good it
felt.</p>
<p class=MsoNormal>Sasha continued to whisper into the girl’s ear as he moved
inside her, until she was whimpering so desperately that he couldn’t hold on
any longer. He slid his thumb back to her clit and stroked firmly, let her
come one more time just before his own orgasm took over his body and he
collapsed on top of her, growling in pleasure.</p>
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Hunted

TwistedDemise on Bizarre Stories

    Story is purely fiction. If you are under 18 do not read on. It is based on VTM but the characters are fiction. I hope you enjoy the story.

    Coal blue eyes look out into the dreary night from the grated entrance. Small soot stained hands grip the grate waiting for the right moment. The blue eyes close for a long second, the grate is old the metal dark with stains of refuse. This night steam rises from within slipping up into the early cool night air. Those blue eyes return to look out the grate now, the way clear. The eyes seem to fade back into the darkness of the drain as the grate scrapes from the wall with a metallic shriek.

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     A well dressed woman steps from the sewer entrance. Almost as if the dead were rising from the graves. If any night were one for the dead tonight would suit them well. A deep fog is forming swirling with the misty steam rising from the warm sewers. A half moon can be seen in-between the veil of fog. The light filtering down gives everything a surreal look to it.

     The woman inhales deeply smiling she stretches her form letting her clothing hug it even better. Her older style blue hip hugging skirt molds to her form well as if begging someone to stroke over her. A tight gray sweater hugs the swell of her ample breasts lifting them even higher then normal so that the nipples look directly at you when she moves. Her blonde hair hangs loose streaming down her shoulders. Her bangs hang down partly blocking the view of the coal blue eyes as if only to tease you with them.

     A breeze kicks up causing her blonde locks to blow free playfully about her fair skin. The swirling haze works in her favor as she walks onto a main alleyway. She walks slowly looking hard at buildings as if lost. In reality if this was anyone but her they would be lost in these conditions. This side of town is the lower end many slum lords live out their lives here selling buildings, renting hovels, and extorting their renters.

     The red brick facades hide the pain and suffering to most in the daylight. Dimly lit windows look like small eyes staring balefully down on her. This is not a place for a sexy lady to be out wandering in the dark. As she turns the corner onto a smaller alley a large rugged black man slips from a shadowed doorway. She walks slower now as if frightened by where she is still lost in thought.

     The man is dressed like a thug as he follows her slowly. Baggy khakis and a white tee shirt covered with khakis button up which hangs open. He walks with an air of comfort down here in the alleys. Most likely having well earned the reputation he has. A large knife hangs in it’s sheathe off his belt. He calls out to her now seeing her slow her pace “hey sugar” his deep voice booming from behind her. She hears him not answering having looked over her shoulder.

     Seeing him there she once more set off her pace swifter now. She sees an opening to the left thinking to duck into the shadows there she moves. She is to slow he sees her move into the alleys dead ends shadows. With a deep booming laugh he follows her into the alley. When she sees it is a dead end she turns thinking to get back into the main alley.

     Only it is to late he stands in the alley before her “hello sugar” he says with a grin on his face. His eyes look her over with an obvious hunger in them. She begins to back from him her eyes darting looking for an escape. Sadly even the alley was against her as she backed from him her foot stepped into a small puddle of greasy water. Her pump slipped in it down she went her ass smacking into the concrete causing her to cry out.

     “Don’t worry sugar I will take care of you.” His tone shows he means to go through with what’s on his mind. He laughs once more deeply seeing her there already on her ass. Stalking her now he moves slowly watching her. She can see the empty sheathe on his hip is empty her eyes look over his hands swiftly. Finding the knife in his hand now he threatens her with it. The knife is long, thin, and black the blade on both sides is sharp. He shakes his head then he is on her before she can scamper back to her feet.

     She feels the cold blade touching her tender skin on her neck making her cry out softly. “No no no please....!” she stampered out once more with a plaintive whimper. She feels his lips touch her ear “Sugar your gonna give me so much lovin tonight I will make you my whore.” His words dirty to her making it obvious what he wants. A strong hand catches her neck holding her still.

     Just then she feels the blade move down her body finding the edge of her sweater. The blade cuts through the woven sweater like a hot blade through butter opening her to his eyes. Her pale cream colored breasts spill out from under the destroyed sweater. Her breasts flush crimson as she struggles a moment to try to hide them from his eyes.

     The moonlight made this moment so surreal for them both almost like a dream. The cool air kissing her breasts suddenly causes the dark pink nipples to harden. Her nipples formed into solid points of flesh before him as she struggles to get free. He growls seeing the beauty below him having slipped to straddle her so she could not fight free. Leaning he presses his larger body over her smaller frame. Catching the nipple in his mouth he bites down on it brutally before licking it then sucking on it.

     As he bit her she struggled all the more trying to dislodge his mouth. Her reward for shaking his lips loose was a stinging slap across her face. “Stop it bitch!” The knife hovers closer his voice husky now in a passion filled trance. This always happens to him right before a rape all he can see is her beauty not the suffering he inflicts. The slap to her face took some of the fight from her. Her body goes still as she whimpers in fear.

     She can feel a thick hard shaft through his pants pressed into her stomach. His shaft rubs over her hip swollen now ready for some of her. His callous hands heft her breasts moving over her they tug then pinch the nipples. Repeatedly his hands assault her as she lays there now passive. “Good bitch now I can reward you!” His mind is lost in passion filled delusions now feeling her passiveness.

     He reached down his hands push her tight skirt up forcing it over her hips to bunch there. His actions exposed her body to the cool air once more. She whimpers crying now the moon causing her tears to shimmer in the mist filled night. His hand leaves her skirt with a single savage tug her panties are no more. His strong hand ripped them loose from her tender flesh. Red stripes mark her skin where the panties caused friction. He tosses her panties into the garbage pile near them never thinking of them again. He can smell her now this driving him insane. His lips once more bite a nipple causing her to jump the knife stays near her throat now as if daring her to struggle.

     With his free hand he unhooks his belt then he unbuttoned his pants pulling down the zipper on them. His mouth never slows in his work on her nipple. She hears his actions this causing her to whimper again. All the time wanting so badly to wake up, this must be a dream she keeps thinking.

     Moving his body he shifts so now he crouches between her thighs. Pushing on his pants he drops them to his knees loosing his pent up cock. He bites her nipple again having switched nipples to torture the other one now. She feels his cock trying to angle her hips so he can’t penetrate her with it. He lifts some pressing his cock head to her cunts lips. “Ahhh you gonna like this you whore!” His words are hot now with need to rape. He feels her wetness looking up he sees her face blush in shame.

     Shifting one more time as he bites her nipple he slams cock home. Before she can move he is in her soft folds to the hilt. He pounds into her now she can feel him hitting her cervix. He does not slow or care his rape complete in its intent now. She whimpers but can not fight the cool knife holding her well. He bucks into her over and over brutally raping her folds. He felt her folds reacting to his abuse almost as if welcoming him within her body. Her reaction makes him all the more excited.

     She lays under him stunned now powerless as he takes her breasts once more licking, sucking, and biting with abandon. Her folds are hot, tight, well lubed for him making his rape all the more pleasurable. With each stroke into her hot folds his balls smack into her ass. His treatment of her seems to punish and humiliate her even more. After several minutes of this brutal rape his cock begins to swell in her heated folds.

     The thought of this mans cum in her core sets her off somehow exciting her. A moan from her drags him from her nipples. She begins to buck her hips into his on her own. Licking her lips as he looks down on her she speaks softly “Come on you stud!” Her tone now is hot in need panting to him as she rides his cock. Words she never would think to say come from her lips. “Fill me with your rapist cum!”

     Her legs go about his hips wrapping him within their warm silken embrace. As he bucks into her groaning his cock shooting his load deep into her. He pulls his lips from her nipple to gloat down on the little slut. She is different now slowly he sees the change in her face.

     Even as her core cools she milks him dry. Her core is no longer hot feeling more like a cold tight rubber hose around his cock. The tissue sucks up his cum making her core dry now. She painfully fucks his cock with her tightness. He sees her now as she really is her hair stringy and thin. The face of this sexy creature is now wart covered. She has a lack luster color to her almost gray like a corpse. Her coal blue eyes stay the same color. Where there was life in them now they are cold and cruel. The life that was in his eyes drained away in mere moments.

     Her words are still soft but the voice is coarse almost broken now. “Was I good bastard?” She cocks her head looking up at him. In shock he goes still in her core the tightness is the only thing keeping him hard. Her hand shoots down with speed he could only blink at. Grabbing the knife blade with a soft grunt then a loud “Click... bing!” the blade breaks. She drops it under her body leaving him with a useless hilt. She uses her hand to catch him behind the neck.

     She pulled his shocked face to her breast which is no longer beautiful. Her breast is now rotting and sagging with age and use. “Thank you for my meal.” She whispers to him as she begins to rape his struggling form. He tries to fight it but she is to strong. Dropping the hilt of the knife he tries to push away from her. He sees he would have better luck pushing against a stone wall.

     When her rotting nipple finds his lips he bites hard trying to hurt her any way he can. She sighs as he bites cuddling him all the closer. Her core no longer hot or smooth just cold and dry she uses it to rape his cock. He feels her beginning to shudder as she laughs. She continues this shuddering till he realizes she is faking it all along. Her lips trace over his ear along his neck he can’t move for she holds him in a strong grip.

     He feels something sharp there thinking it is his knife he struggles. There is not one but two sharp feelings now. He shudders his body is hers now as he is lost to fright. Without warning she slams her fangs deep into his neck. He can feel his blood moving swiftly to her lips as she works his neck. Murmuring a soft “Yes!” as if cooing to him she drinks. The pleasure he feels is more intense then a thousand rapes. Soon he is griping her as if she were his long lost lover.

     Shuddering on her he cries out softly as the pleasure courses through him till he feels himself fading. All is growing dark in his eyes from lack of life giving blood. His blood starved heart is spasming in his chest as she licks her lips then his neck. He hears her last words as the world dims. Thinking he is dieing he cares little for them.

     “You’re mine now..... oh so pretty.” Her voice so full of happiness as she releases his still form from her grip. Reaching down by her neck she finds the disguarded blade. She reaches up flicking it across her nipple. Watching a moment as the dark ichor flows from it. In his dim vision he sees this thru the shadows of dieing. Feeling her hand once more prod him over that seeping wound his lips touch the ichor.

     He whimpers as the ichor burns his lips. As she coos sweet nothings to him he feels his mouth fill with her blood. “Drink my son!” She commands as she rubs over his throat causing him to gag. His gagging causes him to swallow the first bit. He whimpers once more then begins to suck with abandon. The bitter sweet blood flooding into his mouth as it brings life back to him in a form.

     He feels her fucking him once more as if it were something he would need his cock dead as he is now. He growls darkly drinking all the more till it is too much for him to take. He spits her nipple from his lips panting. The thought of what he did sickens him unable to believe he has drunk this creature’s blood.

     His cock is still hard though it feels different in her core as she fucks him. She rapes him as he did her earlier. He is too weak to stop her anyway. His cock was no longer able to provide sperm for her meals. He turns his head away from her hoping to find solace in the mists. This only allows him to find his reflection in a wet puddle.

     With a scream of shock he looks on his new form. His once clean rugged good looking face is no more. In its place is a sore covered face with a lesion next to his nose. His words come out almost like hers but more grating. “What did you do to me?” He reaches out for her in anger. This time he flies loose from her with a single shove. His cock came loose with a lewd popping sound from her body.

     She rises to her feet smoothing out her skirt and looking over her sweater. Seeing the damage done to it she shrugged it off letting it drop there looking at him. “You owe me a sweater child.” She turns heading toward the alley wall. As he rises he looks to her in anger. “Bitch!” There is much venom in that word. Turning she looks to him smiling a sluttish smile. “Come here!” When he does not come to her side she laughs. Smiling she uses a slutty tone now with him. There is something magical to her words commanding his body. “Come over here sexy.” He shakes his head no then is surprised as he finds his feet moving him to her side.

     She catches his jaw squeezing it painfully. “Rule number one stud I own you!” She releases him only to slam a fist into his stomach. The blow should only have made him laugh instead it doubled him over. Catching him she slings him easily over her shoulder rubbing his ass as she holds him naked from the waist down. She leaves his clothing in the alley for others to wonder.

     Walking to a steaming grate she pushes down on it with her foot. The grate used often by her opens smoothly as she smiles “Welcome home lover.” She steps through carrying his weak form from the misty light of the night. The grate after a moment seals itself. She laughs as she hefts him feeling his flaccid cock on her shoulder she leans to it. Slowly she sucked his head into her mouth playful now. Walking down the sewers tunnel she grows tired of the hard head in her mouth. She bites into it hard not using her fangs this time. He had enjoyed the attention till the end when she bit. Knowing she did not remove his cock he cries out in pain. She rubs his ass once more taking him to her home. His was just another scream in the dark down side of the city. The sound causes barely a head to turn in the mists as another is taken.


The End

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