Misadventure of Kate part 2

The emotions that ran wild in Kate were beyond any fear and terror she had ever known before. When he came out a few minutes later she fell slack in the restraints and started to sob

Once again I will start this out with a trigger warning. It is not easy to read for some and this is a retelling of what was related to me by the person referred to in the story as Kate.

Waking alone some time later Kate realized she had soiled herself. The stench of urine filled the small room, she was tied up but still dressed. She could feel the soreness from his rough attention he had given earlier but she had to assume that was all he had done to her, so far. Her jaw ached and was swollen from his brutal fist. The door opened unexpectedly as he loomed in the frame. His harsh hand reached in and pulled her out by the hair. Dragging her as she struggled to gain some footing Kate was at the mercy of this evil man. Kate saw the over grown front yard that was a stark contrast to the mowed back yard. Slipping in the mud as he led her to the frame of what once used to be a swing set that he quickly secured her hands to over her head. Kate knew she was in real trouble now, she was alone. Her phone and car back at the gym, no one even knew she had gone to the gym. Her mind tried to focus on escape when he grabbed her face and her full attention. The blade he was holding looked menacing, razor sharp she found out as he cut her clothing away. He tossed them into a barrel and walked over. Spraying them with lighter fluid Kate really couldn’t process what she was witnessing till he struck a match and tossed it in on the clothes. In seconds her clothes were engulfed in flames. Kate felt real fear and panic grow as the flames were the only light she could see. He left her there with her fear as he walked into the old run down double wide trailer.

The emotions that ran wild in Kate were beyond any fear and terror she had ever known before. When he came out a few minutes later she fell slack in the restraints and started to sob. He was carrying a bucket in one hand and a container in the other. The world on the container were “Great Value Bleach” in big bold letters. Without loosening her arms he moved the locking points and secured her legs. With a grunt he hoisted her in the air. Now she was suspended facing skyward her legs secured to the same bar her arms were. Kate’s mind is blown, it was too much as she just hung there. It felt like she is out of body now as her mind went into overdrive. The overload of emotions seemed to flow from her brain as her only thought was she is about to die. Her bladder empties as he drawn near, he just laughed as he took a hose out of the bucked. As it uncoiled Kate realized it had an enema tip on it. Her whole body shuddered as he pushed the tip in. Kate just kept saying it is not real, he is just using water, trying to fuck with my mind even more. The smell of bleach hit her nose as he took off the top and started administering it into her. She felt as if her heart was going to explode as it pounded in her chest. Her bowels felt like the were set on fire after a couple minutes. After what felt like forever she expelled everything.

He took some coals and placed them under her, then took the remains of her burnt clothing and tossed them on the pile he made under her. This was it Kate thought as heat slowly grew in intensity. Her mind drifting as if it was all a dream, a really messed up twisted horror erotic dream. All those damsel in destress books she had read, all those dark stories she found on line, everything was racing through her mind at once. Some part of her felt a twinge of relief, she was getting to live a version of all those dark twisted fantasies she was drawn to. She felt the heat had grown enough to start to become uncomfortable but not enough yet to burn, the man just watching and sliding his blade over a sharpening stone. His eyes as cold and dark as the nigh. She could see the want and intent in those dark orbs she was now fixated on. Her rapist, tormentor and savior. Saving her from the continued agony of the life she hated, from the ache of things she craved but was to scared to tell anyone. Saved from herself and her risky behaviors that till now was her version of flirting with danger but never before had she been taken up on it. Now she was on a grand slam date as he was taking her through all the bases.

The moment was shattered as his phone rang. The almost comical chirping seemed so out of place, shattering the moment. The acrid smoke that was lulling Kate into her dreamlike state now was chocking as he answered the phone. The ensuing argument between him and the caller as he told them to deal with it sent him into a deep rage. He told them he as in the middle of an important personal matter. He needed them to take care of it. No, he was not coming in to fix this because he didn’t break it in the first place. He hung up and spit in anger then walked back inside. He emerged and Kate’s mind again spun out of control. He was carrying a container of cooking oil, a basting brush and a meat thermometer. He took the brush and plunged it into the oil and started coating her body with. The oil had some kind of herbal scenting to it as well, like a sage or something. When the brush ran over her pussy he pushed it in then got extra oil to make sure it filled her cavity. He repeated the process to her ass. He pushed the thermometer deep in her ass and stirring the coals smiled at her telling her she was going to be delicious. Kate lost it as the brush again ran between her legs, she could mentally envision him carving her body as she shook in an unexpected orgasm. It wasn’t the method she ever really though much about but suddenly it was all she could think about. His phone rang again. This time the person was insistent as Kate could hear the other man yelling at her captor. Finally her captor yelled fine but if my BBQ is ruined because of your stupidity I will hold you responsible. He hung up the phone and went to get a shovel. Tossing sand on the fire below her he ran his hand along her side. Yeah can’t have such a tasty looking piece of meat being burnt to a crisp. His hand cupped her ass as he half laughed half grunted then turned and left in his van.

Kate hung there left with her thoughts and her body’s aching. The cool breeze made her shudder as morning was approaching she lost trach of time but was jostled as she saw approaching headlights. The guy jumped out of the van and quickly walked towards her, not a word as he unfastened her and tossed a towel over her. He told her to get in the van and she did. Her mind numb and broken as he drove them away from the place. A while later he stopped and got out. The door in the back of the van opened as he all but drug her out and left her there in the middle of a warehouse area in just a towel. The sun was coming up and she could hear cars crossing different nearby streets. A car pulled up and an older gentleman rolled the window down. Sweetie you look like you could use some help. All the emotions and the reality hit her as she burst into tears suddenly. The older man took her to the gym that Kate asked him to. She showered as best she could then took something from the lost and found to get her home in. Her mind was bent and broken as she turned on the bath and tried to soak away the aches in her body. She knew somewhere out there was a hungry man who missed having her for dinner.

The misadventure of Kate *trigger warning*

Before we delve into this tale it is based on a real events and used with the permission of the person that relayed the events to me. I changed a few details and the name of of course. It will not be an easy read for those with and aversion to any forms of assault but it can be a cautionary tale as the person used to be involved in a group that talked about darker fantasy play. There is a second part to this that I am withholding for now as well.

Kate had finished a long day at the restaurant. It was the perfect job with her ADHD till they did the unthinkable, after five years they offered her a job in management. The money was too good to walk away from but what seemed like a blessing soon turned into a curse. Rather than being just responsible for herself and what she was doing she now had a waitstaff to contend with, a bunch of bitching, whiny, self-absorbed kids. She thought back, missing the mental games she played as men leered at her. Imagining them doing horrible unspeakable things to her young body. Sometimes she imagined her two managers taking turns using her as she was tied up over the dishwasher in the back.  The reality now was she wondered if had she given her managers that much grief when she first started. She hoped not especially since they were nothing but nice to her. Turning the key to lock the restaurant she felt a cold chill run along her spine. The cool early spring breeze still held the bite of winter as she turned and briskly walked to her car. A few minutes later she was listening to the hum of the engine and was longing for the promise of a much needed rest.

A few blocks along the way the twenty-four hour gym was lit up and inviting. The allure of a dip in the lap pool to wash off the day and just relax in the steam as she was getting ready to start her week vacation. Nowhere really planned just a week away from the incessant droning of the job. Maybe she could log into her favorite sites and read the stories of women being used by bad men. She would get so excited thinking about being used like those stories talked about. As she exited her car another chill ran along her spine, suddenly she hoped she wasn’t coming down with something. If one of those kids had gotten her sick for her time off she was going to be pissed. She walked purposefully across the parking lot and entered the building, her long blonde hair a trail behind her like a banner announcing her procession.  A tug on the door caused the alarm to sound the familiar chime that announced to the whole facility someone had entered. Chuck was sitting behind the desk as usual, his one long dark curl always falling into his eyes. Kate thought it made him look like a kid even though he was well into his later twenties. His every chipper greeting from behind the fitness magazine he was reading was routine now. Kate just waved to him as she walked toward the changing room. Some new girl was wiping down the exercise equipment, her jet black hair and single white streak made Kate laugh. A rogue want-to-be. Then again who wouldn’t want to be something or someone else, especially a superhero. Kate just smiled and waved as she passed her, the girl looked up and her cheeks pinked a little. Kate knew that poor girl had a crush on her but was too shy and unassured to pursue her desire. Now it was an amusing game of innocent flirtation. The door to the changing room was the real goal now as Kate entered.

Changing into her swimsuit she could feel the effects of the desk job verses being on the go all the time, the extra five pounds made her feel fat. Kate was determined that when summer was here she would be able to put her suit on and not feel that nagging tug in the back of her mind. Her slim sleek cheerleader type body was her pride and joy, even as she was in college she knew how to keep from gaining weight like so many other girls fell prey to. Her tight body and B cup breasts meant she would have and advantage as time marched on. One last look in the mirror as the black suit accented her pale flesh, Kate gave an approving nod then off to the pool. Not to be one to take forever she dropped her towel on the nearby chair and dove into the pool. The crisp shock of the water made her body suddenly come alive as she started her first couple warmup laps. Then it was all business as she pushed as hard as she could., going as fast as her body would in the water. She wasn’t a swim team member or anything but she could hold her own. Her muscles began to protest after a while and finally she stopped pushed and did a couple slow cooling down laps. She looked at the clock, then smiled. Forty-five minutes was a personal best as she climbed out of the pool and went back to change for the steam room. She glanced around a couple of guy lifting weights. Definitely a bromance there as they were all into how they looked. The new girl wiping of the treadmill and Chuck manning his counter area but working on the pull-up bar to keep himself in shape. It was a usual Thursday night. In the changing room Kate stripped out of her suit and did a quick rinse in the shower, she hated the chlorine smell on her skin, especially before a much needed steam room rest.

She looked at the clock again as she walked in, three A.M. She picked up a timer and set it for two hours in case she fell asleep in there again then entered the warm inviting room. There wasn’t a soul in the steam room, just like Kate liked it. The steam enveloped the room in a warm fog that coaxed her to just stay and relax. She laid a towel down and took the one she was wrapped in off and used it as a cover for her body as she laid down and let the steam and heat soak into her and relax the stress away. She didn’t remember drifting off to sleep but it must have happened. She felt a presence with her, the fog was thick in the room, a tall figure looming over her. Her mind was trying to process if this was a dream or not when the huge hand covered her mouth. Kate was no stranger to this kind of erotic dream so when he pulled to towel off her she just lay there. It wasn’t till he pushed his hand roughly between her legs and she felt his finger fondling her that she realized it was not a dream. She tried to scream as he chuckled and held her down. A fast slam of her head on the bench made Kate pay attention. He told her if she screamed for help he would snap her neck. His hand over her mouth moved a little and pinched off her nose as well as covered her mouth. He told her if she wanted to breathe that she would be a good girl and let him have his fun with her, after all why would a saucy good looking girl be laying nude in the steam room.

Kate stopped struggling and he let her breathe, she took in the moment as his long brown hair hung menacingly around his face, dark eyes almost black as he leered at her lithe body, his muscled physic easily could overpower her. A thin scar ran across his face near his lip to his chin, all in all he wasn’t the worst looking guy she had ever scene. As his fingers roughly forced into her body Kate felt herself getting wet, her body was responding even though she didn’t want it too at the moment. He laughed as she let out an involuntary moan. Suddenly she felt sick to her stomach as a lump formed in her throat. His thumb had rubbed her clit as she was helpless to stop him. It was his boldness to take her there in that place she felt safe, to force her to enjoy it. She still struggled in her mind if it was an extremely vivid dream or reality. His manual manipulation continued till her body gave into the feeling and she felt the orgasm wash over her, the ultimate betrayal of her flesh as the deviant msn grinned and let her relax in the moment of pleasure. Kate felt joy, pleasure, shame and fear all mingled together as he still held  her down to the bench, she knew he was just getting started. Without warning he grabbed her by the hair and drug her to the heating rocks. Her voice lost to her in the shock of his suddenness. She felt the wet tile offer no resistance for her to grab onto to pull away but rather it was like sliding along an oiled floor. His hand letting go of her hair he grabbed her by the throat and stood her up. His strength made her shudder as he manhandled her with little effort. He positioned her precariously over the rocks, she could feel the heat on her flesh as he bent her over. Her sweat dripping to the heated rocks below as they sizzled with each drip. It was all surreal.

His next move took Kate by surprise, not that he had been overly gentle before but his hand was over he mouth again, his strength holding her balanced. If he let go she would fall into the heating rocks and at least have some scrapes and burns. The sudden invasion into her body totally shocked her to her core. She had men start fast and quick before but this guy went all the way in with a single thrust. The pain made her eyes water as tears began to form. Her cervix screamed when he slammed against it while he took pleasure in her yelps behind his hand. It could have been ten minutes or an hour, Kate’s mind was blank as the man violated her. No, please no Kate thought as she felt her body begin to tighten again. There was no stopping it as she arched and her body had another orgasm. That was all it took for the man. He grunted and released a volley of his seed deep in her. Kate could feel the pulsing in her as well as the rush of even more wetness filling her. His savage thrust finally slowed as he let go of her mouth. Totally shocked and stunned Kate was dazed as he steadied her then took her by the hand like a child. He grabbed his shirt as he led her to the back exit. Her mind still couldn’t process what was happening as the door opened and the cool air hit her flesh. He tossed some cloths to her and told her to get dressed, he was going to take her out for breakfast. Still in that trance like state she got dressed and allowed him to put her in the van. A minute later they were off and then the fog in her brain began to ease. Not only had the man raped her but she was now being driven to who knows where. A tear formed as she started to beg him to drop her off. She didn’t see the fist coming that knocked her out.

Mind Racing

My mind is racing

This old body is chasing

The past’s dreams erasing

Always life is out pacing

Just trying to survive

Turn the corner to arrive

The bus just left

Everything is a second guess

Youth in the mirror

The answer is clearer

Time is a terror

Life with heavy fetter

Run boy run, grab the brass ring

Tripping in the race knees sting

Body aching as bones breaking

Nothing given everything taking

Greed brings a harsh need

Need a wind in the reed

Shrieking sound of want

Passing thoughts that haunt

Always the grave waits open

Like pacman always gulpin

One day demanding it’s token

Till then running and hoping

Broken bleeding crying needing

Fallow mind twisted and screaming

The ache inside unable to hide

The scars of a wild life of pride

Chase the wind once again

Lost in the mass to blend

Never quite able to win

Fate tosses the die again

One day dust in the wind


Trigger warning!

Formerly a city hero, it had been years since he had dawned the guise that hid his identity from the mongrel population that cheered him on one day then screamed for his head the next. His will was as broken as the body it encompassed. The only sounds to be heard were the squeaking of the sign outside his cheap hotel room and those of the alley below. The all too familiar sounds of vile drunk men taking their day’s frustration out on some rent by the event girl. So many tragic stories, so many broken homes and broken bones. The knock on the door made every nerve left in his aged frame stand on end. Through the grimy peep hole he saw her again.

“No, not again” he thought

The freshly blackened eye and split lip was nothing new, Kate had been a runaway that got lost in the underbelly of the city never to be more than a trick turning junky. Her hands fidgeting as her weight shifted from one side to another. Dirty blonde hair in a wild mess just adding to her hopeless appearance. The stains on her shirt told him she had been sleeping in the alley, which meant she probably smelled of garbage and urine again. Pressing his head on the frame of the door he wanted desperately to just disappear, finally fade into the void of forgotten memories.

Pounding on the door again with more desperation this time.

“Come on J, I know you are in there. I saw your light on.” Her thick jersey accent screeched through the door

“You high again?” he croaked back in his gravelly voice

“No but I’m freezing out here. Come on, you know I’ll make it worth it for you.”

Jerry swallowed hard, she made him feel so dirty. Some hero he turned out to be, he hated that he wanted her so much. He hated himself for ever touching her in the first place, for not being strong enough to say no and just bring her to a shelter.

“I’ll let you play dress-up and wear your costume again if you let me in.”

Her desperation was growing as his resolve to never allow her in again was failing. She was the only one who had seen him in his mask and cape for years. The last time she vomited in his bed and it took a week to get the smell out as well as hand wash the last reminder of his former life. His hand trembled as he reached for the door. Slowly twisting the knob, she all but fell in as the mechanism released. The stench flooded the room as she scrambled to catch herself then crashed on the floor. She laughed as she tumbled in and fell to the stained carpet.

Her skirt flipped up showing her filthy body covered in dirt and whatever she had been crawling through. Under that was the tempting flesh that made Jerry just a man like all the rest. It didn’t matter he was past his prime, he felt his body come alive with a need he despised. He closed the door as Kate crawled to the sofa to gain her footing. As he turned the lock and heard it click he felt the welling of self-loathing build inside him. Craven men desire what he was thinking, his hands trembled as he walked up behind her. The growing need taking over his mind. He dropped to his knees behind her as she jumped crashing into the couch. As she scrambled he pinned her in place. He might be older but his need gave him a will and strength he had all but forgotten.

“J not like this, you promised it would never be like this.” The desperation in Kate’s voice jarred him

Jerry held on for a moment longer before letting go. The strength ebbing from him as the little that was left of his humanity surged in. He sighed as he still had Kate pinned under him.

“Hey J it’s okay, just let me get cleaned up and we can…” the words stuck in her throat as Jerry grabbed her slender neck.

All he heard was it is okay, nothing was okay anymore. A hero can only endure so much! Now he knew why there were so many villains! The reaffirmation of his need as his cock grew. Pushing Kate’s skirt back up and pulling his sweat pants down with his free hand there was only a moment of hesitation.  Sloppy wet, smelly, disgusting Kate’s pussy was just a hole for him.  She was his every failure to save someone, his hatred of what happened when the system failed. She was the dirty grime that most people turned and ran from. His grunted and thrust as hard as his body would let him, pummeling her cunt with all his rage. He felt his building release and kept pushing till he climaxed. Grunting as he spilled his seed in her, just more vile slime added to her already heavily used hole.

His strength spent, he rolled off letting Kate loose. Her body shaking, Jerry felt pity as it sounded as if she was crying. Her face turned and it wasn’t tears but laughter.

“My fucking hero. Dude I knew it was too good to be true. Safe place to get away my ass.”

Jerry fumbled as words failed him, Kate got up and brushed herself off. Walking toward his bedroom Jerry heard her open the closet. It took him a minute to gain the strength to face Kate again, when he did she was laid back on the edge of his bed passed out. He could see his seed leaking out of her as she was on full display. Next to her was his outfit with a picture on it, it was him with a woman he had saved before. It was like looking at someone else’s life as they were smiling together. His mind spun back to that day, and worse to that night where he allowed the woman he saved to “Thank him personally” for stopping the bank robbers. On the back it said my hero Jerry.

The next day on page 12 just a blurb, former self-proclaimed hero found in apartment dead from an apparent heart attack with overdosed local prostitute.  In the alley a young man found the outfit in a trash bag and put it on. Standing in front of the mirror he thought now he could become the next city hero.


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Stolen moment


A stolen kiss, it began like a fire that turned to a tryst

In the back room next to the mop and broom it was bliss

Totally lost in the moment it was so wrong but right

The sensations high as emotions took flight

Lips exploring one another, hands roaming freely

Soft flesh as moans escaped with a caress easily

Forbidden, shunned, scorned, the risks was worth it

The feel of flesh as I kissed up her back and our bodies fit

Tossing all worry aside I felt the sweet slide as we embraced

The cheesy music played as I thrust and glide savagely paced

Hands gripping the needy breast that craved a touch

Her mews grew with as we were consumed in lust

Oh gods and yes please as I felt her body squeeze

Such a powerful moment brought me to my need

Hands dug tightly in her hips I felt my release explode

In the end is it not the place for us to both unload

Panting as I kissed her neck we both got redressed

Now to escape unnoticed and emotions repressed

Opening the room her hand took my arm with a smile

A kiss on the cheek then she walked down the isle

A last sight as I sighed with delight her body so sweet

With a glare I saw the manager stare, her face red as a beet

I gave a shrug as I went back to my work station

She knew customer service was my true vocation…


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Carry On

Death waits for no one he whispered in her ear as they walked in the mausoleum. The moon hangs low in the evening sky, blood red as it kisses the horizon lifting slowly into the sky. Fucking hard as the thumping racing blood engorged the moments then released in volleys of sticky thick liquid that coated the surface. No words needed, the truth was known going in. One would give way to the need of the other, a perfect sacrifice. A life of lusty and abhorrent desire laid bare as nothing is held back, everything ripped through and explored.  A lover’s last kiss leaves the pale corpse sprawled across the marble surface. Long thin fingers dripping with crimson leave their longing last embrace in red tendrils on the colorless face. A scream shattered the night, not the lover that lay in ghostly pallor, rather the remainder as she now was filled with his seed. She would carry on the legacy.


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Harry and Meg

Every time Harry scolded Meg she felt like a little kid again. Back in the living room as her father reprimanded her for something she had done. The similarities were uncanny, Meg went for a younger version of the man that she shamefully admitted to Harry was the first fantasy she could remember. Though little more than a little girl’s crush she retold how she had “borrowed” her mother make-up and dressed up to get the handsome man’s attention. There in the hall way with her princess crown on, a bright red boa, and her favorite blue Cinderella dress she waited till he got home from his day at the garage. Leaning back on the wall as he walked in the house, she recited the words her mother often used when her father greeted her in the kitchen. “Hey big man, how was your day.” There was a look of surprise and then adoration for his daughter as he immediately called for his wife to come see. A five year old’s version of getting a guy attention ended with some laughter and a good face scrubbing. There was also a talking to about how one day she would fine her own man to dress up for but daddy belonged to mommy.

The first time she saw Harry he was working on his ‘70 Challenger. The gasoline and grease smell were an instant aphrodisiac, when Harry stood up with his wild brown hair and the black smudge across his forehead Meg was smitten. One look into those deep blue eyes and she was lost, he made her feel weak in the knees though she had no idea how he could do this so easy. Ten years her senior and a simple trade school education, he was a far cry for the college guys Meg normally dated. After a couple dates he suggested she spend the night, she agreed and a few days later they were moved in together. It was a torrid whirlwind of excitement for Meg as she quickly learned that Harry was a very complex and intriguing man. His poems would set her soul on fire and make her need to be ravaged by him. As they set by the fireplace one night harry seemed a little nervous as he opened a book Meg had never scene.

“I want to share something with you.” he stumbled over his words for a second.

Mag was intrigued as he had always seemed so self-assured.

“Please do. I always love your writing.” She beamed inside as he was going to share something extremely personal with her.

The poem was only a page long but it held imagery that shook Meg. A man seducing and overpowering the woman of his desires. There was a deep silence after the reading as Meg felt a stirring of something deeper she had never known while trying desperately to ignore the obvious arousal in Harry.

“So, what did you think?”

Meg fumbled for a minute, his eyes piercing into her as if he was looking into her soul. She turned away feeling herself drift into the little girl being questioned. Harry put his hand under her chin and turned her back toward him.

“Well Meg? What did you think of it?” his tone much firmer now.

Meg shuddered as her sudden flash of arousal confused her as it took over.

“It was good.” She stammered

“Good? You can do better than that.” He scolded

“I liked it?” Meg’s reply sounded more like a question as Harry studied her

“You are being coy. You never have a lack of words. Now you will have to be punished.” He said in a stern voice

The words stunned Meg, this was something new to their relationship. He didn’t warn her as he pushed her over his lap. Suddenly he pulled her sweat pants own exposing her naked butt. His strong bare hand issues six firm smacks, alternating sides as Meg felt the flush of shame, arousal and a need grow inside her. A sudden burst of emotions as Meg felt the tears well up then she started crying. She tried to never cry, but this was something different, like a surge. Harry let her tears flow as his hand went back and forth side to side. Hard enough to be felt, but not meant to be painful. Tears flowed, sobbing and blubbering as she turned into a ragdoll on his lap. His position shifted a little as he continued to swat her pink bum, his free hand now toying and teasing the folds of her pussy. She didn’t realize she had become wet till his finger slipped easily into her. The flood that crashed over her was enormous as she screamed in the release flowing through her body like a tidal wave. His rhythm slowed till his hand just lay firm on her. Her sniffs and ragged breaths as her mind tried to process what had happened were silenced as Harry stood her up and pulled her sweat pants up. His soft kiss on her forehead as his arms wrapped around her gave her the safe place to melt into.

“So what did you think of my poem?” he asked with a soft kindness now.

“It was provocative and alluring, it made me feel things I am trying to process through.” She said half muffled with her head buried in his chest.

The lingering smell of gasoline and grease from his day at the shop radiated off him as she felt herself lost and yet found. The hand on her backside had fired off a twist of emotions and desires. Wicked, unspoken, taboo in the deepest places of her heart and soul. It could take her days or weeks to process through them, Harry was a man of action though and right now Meg defiantly needed action as she ran her nails down his chest. She looked up into his eyes.

“Hey big man, how way our day?”


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Purple Hooter Shooter

1/2 oz. (15ml) Vodka
1/2 oz. (15ml) Raspberry Liqueur
Splash Lemon Lime Soda

I looked at the bar tending card again. This new job was going to be the death of me, mixed drinks were defiantly not my specialty. A scotch on the rock, or seven and seven sure, that was easy. When it comes to a screaming orgasm, slippery nipple, cum shot and a purple hooter shooter all ordered at once it gets a bit mind blowing, at least at first. Sam just watched as I struggled, he was little help, being born to a Mormon family he didn’t drink, or do most the things I considered exciting.

“Man why are you so tense?” Sam inquired.

“I have to be able to make several drinks to pass the test to get this stupid job. Who knew working at a bar would be so difficult.” I shot back

“I wouldn’t know” Sam replied a little sheepishly.

Every time his past caused a ripple in understanding of others he would hang his head like he was ashamed. The dark lock of curly hair falling down over his sea green eyes made him look so shy and vulnerable. His growing up on a farm though gave him a buff body that I would have killed for. Broad chest, toned arms and legs that I would see on the rare occasions when he would race from the shower to his closet to get dressed. He was so pent up and I knew his parents weren’t happy he chose a secular college but he wanted to be a veterinarian to help out more in his community. In our dorm room was just us, two guy forced to live together from different worlds.

“Sam, why don’t you quiz me and see if any of it has stuck in my brain.” I joked

“Keven, you know I don’t approve of…”

I cut him off “Anything that would defile the body, for it is a temple unto the lord.” I said with a sneer

“So you have been listening” He replied with a half-smile.

That smile, oh it made me think all kind of all kinds of impure ways I would love to defile his temple. Boyish, shy and alluring, as if he was deliberately being coy and playful one minute, then the next he was back to the guy beyond reproach from Utah. I saw him watching me study sometime, a psychology degree seemed like a good idea at the time, right now it seemed overly ambitious.

I was falling behind in my studies and to make things worse I needed to get a job to pay for my books. The story of a college town, all the grocery stores and places like that that were geared for students weren’t hiring. The only place hiring was the local bar. Less time to study and more temptation to get loose and party but the bar seemed to be the only place that I had a shot at.

Sam walked up behind me and looked over my shoulder.

“Why make those at all?” his question seemed genuine

“To enjoy a different flavors while having fun.” I responded slightly annoyed.

“Oh, I had no idea there were so many.” Was all he said.

“It is so everyone can find a flavor they like, see this one uses raspberry and lime, it is a little sweat and tart. There are others that use coffee, or are sweet. It all depends on what the person likes.”

“So if I liked coconut for instance?”

Then you would love Malibu.” I said with a smile.

“The city?” he asked puzzled

I couldn’t help but laugh. I placed my hand on his shoulder and looked him in the eye.

“No my friend, the rum. It tasted just like coconuts and chilled you can’t even taste the alcohol.”

I could see the wheels turning in his head. When he turned to walk away I stood up. Without warning he spun around and now we were inches from each other. I don’t know why or what had possessed me but he had been driving me crazy for so long. I grabbed the back of his head and kissed him.  There was no resistance or pulling back. Sam just melted into the kiss like we had been lovers for years. As we broke the kiss I felt flushed as his face was crimson but I could defiantly tell he was aroused.

“Keven?” his voice shook “Why, what..” words escaped him.

I realized I had crossed the line but it was too late, the deed was done. In for a penny, in for a pound. I leaned in and kissed him again. This time no room for regrets as I put my hand on the back of his neck. I ran my other hand slowly down his chest and stomach till my eager hand was firmly resting over the budge in his pants.

“Don’t think, just feel and enjoy.” I whispered in his ear.

I don’t know if he even heard what I said as his moan crested over parted lips. With no more force than the push of a kiss to his neck I sat Sam on the edge of his bed. Then pulled his shirt off exposing his magnificent ripped body. Kissing and working my way over his beautiful bronze flesh I made sure to suck and nip each breast, his nipple as hard as pebbles and I unzipped his pants and freed his trapped cock. A few strokes and his pre-cum was coating his shaft and my hand as I gave no mercy and pushed him to the impending edge. His cries of “Oh God, and moans of pleasure I am sure could be heard in the hall. It wasn’t till I placed the head of his beautiful cock in my mouth that he lost all control.

No warning as he grabbed the back of my head, pushing me down as he thrust upwards. He might have been raised to be a good boy but his body defiantly was built for sinful pleasures. It caught me off guard as I gagged from the sudden intrusion to the back of my throat. I relaxed as best I could as he thrust hard. My mind suddenly went to the thoughts of all the forced face fucking videos I had seen. This was exactly like one of those. I knew I had no way to stop him as he pumped and thrust till suddenly his body went ridged. A slew of barely understandable words escaping as he roared and flooded my mouth with his hot cum. I wasn’t going to let this go to waste as I greedily tried to swallow every drop.

I felt his climax slowing as I made sure I nursed every drop from his balls. I looked up with tears streaming down my face as his eyes were welled with tears as well. I gave a smile looked at him with his cock still in my mouth.

“You,” he gasped “are the devil.”

I chuckled as I sucked and let the head pop out of my mouth.

“So shall I flog you for your sins? Or would you like me to continue to bring you pleasure?”

“Pleasure, please.” He replied

I could tell Sam had never experienced anything like that and our remaining years together were a torrid time of experiments with trial and error. He went on to become a successful veterinarian. I still laugh every time someone orders a purple hooter shooter, the memories it brings I will always treasure.

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Continued from Smut Relay part 9 – Dropping Anchor By Cousin Pons


The row on the deck was brief, most never even knew fate was breathing down their neck. Jay saw his crew that would normally have stopped this intruder each laying in a pool of their own blood. Only the sixth man even put of what was an attempt at a fight but Ben had taken them all by surprise. His white cotton shirt and pants now splattered with the blood of the former crew.

“’Hello Eleanor, my apologies about the mess but you said you wanted a private meeting with the three of us. They seemed like they would get in the way.” His thick accent had grown from years of living in the beautiful sun soaked island

Jay looked in shock, his men weren’t the best by any means but each could hold their own in a fight. This Ben took the out like he was taking a stroll down the boardwalk.

“What, you thought I would be afraid to get my own hands dirty? I just keep Clarence around in case someone tries to catch me when we are at the studio.”

The brutish big man stood at the railing just observing everything that was going on. He was tall and looked like a walking muscle mass. The gun on his hip was just added firepower. He didn’t say a word, as the sun beat down on his bald head. His dark face almost obsidian showed signs of a hard life as there were several scars evident.

Jay stammered as he tried to regain his composure. “Ellie what is going on?”

Eleanor was enjoying this moment to shock Jay and rearrange his perfect plans.

“Jay he is, or should I saw was, Elizabeth’s father.”

Both men looked shocked for a moment. Ben recovered faster.

“So tell me, what is this all about?” Ben snapped “I’m not here to play games, as you can clearly see.”

“All in good time” Eleanor replied. “First let’s have a drink and all get better acquainted.”

As they sat sipping some rum Eleanor explained everything to Ben about Richard and how he had been the slippery slope that lead to the demise of his estranged daughter. The plan that was in play and how the man responsible for all what eventually happened to Elizabeth would have to pay one way or another.  Jay never took his eyes off Ben, he was a dangerous man, probably even more dangerous then himself. Jay was a man of negation and then action, Ben seemed more like a man that said something and expected others to fall in line or else.

“So Jay,” Ben began “How do you fit into all this? Are there some skeletons I will find out about you? After all it seems you are pretty well tied up in all this too.”

“Nothing I care to talk about. I’m just trying to help Ellie get revenge on the man that destroyed her sister and hurt her.”

Ben just gave a knowing smile as if he knew what Jay’s hidden real agenda was.

“Well let’s go see this bastard and maybe I can persuade him to pay.” Ben said ominously

Richard was sitting when they walked in. at the first sight of Ben he tried to hold back a sign of relief. Having been old friends back in school he knew that Ben would come to his aid, after all Richard used his influence to get Ben set-up with the studio he ran.

“I hear you are the man responsible for my daughter’s demise.” Ben sneered

Richard was shocked, Ben seemed genuinely angry. Not the reaction he expected at all. Granted it had been years since they were working together but a vengeance over a daughter he really didn’t know versus being set for life in a nice position wasn’t the reaction he expected.

“Well.” Ben snapped “Is this true?”

“Hey man, I have no idea what you are talking about. Maybe if…”

“Elizabeth, you bastard.” Jay snapped “She met up with you and her life spiraled out of control till she killed herself.”

“Oh that little whore?” Richard sneered “I should say other than being a good lay she was doomed from the start. She wanted to be a movie star, well I hear she was in a few films.”

Jay lunged at the cage in a flash to strike Richard. The stunning blow of his head hitting the bars staggered him. Even Eleanor was shocked by the speed of it all. Quickly Jay was secured to the bars that were part of the cage that held Richard.

“Man I was worried you were really man.” Richard said as he tightened the rope around Jay’s arm.

“I just needed my moment you know how it goes.” Ben chuckled

Jay moaned as Eleanor stood frozen in fear and shock. Suddenly her plans had come unhinged as the care swung open. Richard stretched and looked around for a moment. Then his eyes went cold.

“Oh I think it is time to do some cleaning here. First I want you to know Eleanor that life had a strange way of turning your plans on their heels. Now you will watch as I make Jay pay for all the ways he has humiliated me.”

The malevolent tone in Richard’s voice sent a chill down her spine. Ben made Eleanor sit in a chair as she was tied to it. Richard found some thin rope and smiled. His mind was working overtime now.

“Remember what we did to that guy, oh what was his name? The one that screamed like a pig?” Richard laughed

“Oh Stan something. Thought he was going to take your money and run. Yeah I remember, that was a big mess.”

Jay knew there was no reasoning with them. The game was up as Richard carefully tied the rope around each toe. Then he tied the end together and found a bean high enough to use. Jay struggled as Ben and Richard drug him to the place and hung him upside down by his toes.

Eleanor watched in horror as Richard took a ballpein hammer and started feeling along Jay’s back.


Jay screamed in pain as Richard broke the rib in his back just past where it connected to the spine. The torture lasted for several house as they made sure Jay stayed conscious enough to feel everything. The ragged gasps for air as the broken rips made every breath painful filled the room as Eleanor wept for the man who was suffering for her now.

“I think he has learned his lesson.” Richard said calmly as he put the hammer down. “Now as for you, the traitorous whore. I have something very special in mind. Let’s get her on your boat and head out.”

They lead Eleanor to the dingy and brought her to the waiting yacht. She watched in horror as they pulled close enough to fire a flair as set Jay’s ship on fire.

“They will find nothing but wreckage if that much. Now Eleanor what do you think is going to happen to you?” Richard scoffed


Stay tuned to see what happens as Floss takes the helm for the next month

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