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Yeah well it is time for some of my twisted side. As always it can trigger the sensitive reader. If you are under 18 get lost, this isn’t for you.

Shattered and bleeding on the floor, curled up desperate

The twisted reality crashing all making plans turn to shit

Nothing to do but take it, wait it out, just react to the next blow

Fucking hate how it comes and comes without hopes glow

Hemorrhaging dreams beyond recovery do a death twitch

An increasing need growing like an incessant itch

Just to feel alive, to know it will come to a head

How to go on with what feel like a land of the lost and dead

Turbulent thoughts cloud clear rational reality

Clawing in a land of nightmares, sail on the bloody sea

Blistered hands gripping the rope, climb again, climb

Wary bones exhausted muscles running out of time

Impossible possibilities dangle just a fingertip away

Falling again, like a wounded animal left on display

Shattered, angry, screaming inside and snapping everything

Fuck it, what is there left to do when it is all in flame

Positive negativity eating like acid on the flesh

Nothing left but a husk flopping like a dying fish

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Scraping and clawing it has awakened from slumber

Now consumed with an endless gnawing hunger

Petulant flesh so weak when such power is roused

The surge of power washing aside the weak shroud

Finger to the sky, I am the despised and hated

Filled with needs that can be fed but can never sated

Laughing as they fear what goes bump in the night

It is the friendly smile that will bring a true fright

Intoxicated on the scent of fear the masses secrete

One on one is when it becomes a real treat…

Can we negotiate

I felt a shudder as Steven was close to my other side. Sara took the Bowie knife and slowly cut the remaining cloths off Jackie and tied her down.

Continued from the story like I have been running for the past month. Enjoy and for those under 18 this is not a place for you do please leave.

The previous stories are .The Great Adventure .The Game .The Cave

Sitting down on one side of the makeshift table with Jackie my mind raced as Chad, Sara and Steven stood on the other. The feeling of apprehension growing in my gut as different scenarios played out in that crazy space everyone has in their mind. Best case we would somehow walk out unscathed from the cave then run like hell back to civilization. I am not really one to focus on a best case though, my mind ran more along the lines of never being found as we are tortured and left in the woods for the bears. Maybe our remains be found when they were breaking ground for the banjo hall of fame or something like that.

Sara was the wild card, twirling her long pigtails and smacking her gum like some country version of Harley, I knew she would have to be the one to reason with. The guys might be the muscle, but it was easy to see she was in control. Her crop top just barely covering her ample breast showing off her tight abs, the short cutoff blue jean shorts all but flaunting the rest of what she had to offer. Both the guys in their dirty stained blue jeans with dingy cut off tee-shirts sporting a different rock band, were calm as their eyes stayed focused on us. Jackie did her best to keep herself covered with the remains of her cut tee-shirt.

“So Bo, riddle me this,” Sara started off with a playful glen in her eye “you liked it when you thought Chad was watching you two, right?”

“Yeah, I guess.” I stammered

“Oh no big boy, you liked it. You made sure Chad got a good look-n-see. You did not really seem to mind till you felt trapped by me and Steven. So, do you feel trapped, scared, worried thinking about what we might do to you guys?”

Swallowing hard I new she was toying with me as well. Testing my reaction, my response. A classic battle of wills and resolve, or was it something simple as she was taking charge even if I did not wish it? No, if that were the case we would not being talking, the guys were people of action more that thought and restraint. This was more a cat and mouse game with her, or maybe more a couple kids coming to the playground and the others wanting to see if they could play too.

“The lady asked you a question.” Steven barked gruffly

I snickered and he bowed up. I knew he felt slighted but calling Sara a lady was funny to me. She was a far cry from my definition of a lady.

“My apologies man, no need to get all bent out of shape.”

It was easy to see he was trying to show off for Sara, but she was focused on me. I doubt there had been many men in her past that would have been difficult for her to manipulate. For her, I was an unknown, a challenge, she needed to know how far she could get into my head.

“You think I am not a lady” Sara said with a playful pout.

She got up and rounded the table. Running her hand up Jackie’s arm I saw Jackie tense up even more. Sara leaned in close and kissed the side of Jackie’s face, her lips slowly gliding towards those soft lips I had felt many times. Sara’s hand slid to the back of Jackie’s head and applied enough pressure to lock lips as I watched Jackie melt into the moment. I was far from the first time she had been with a woman and I always enjoyed watching or participating with them. The situation here though was quite different than any other we had been in before. It was obvious Chad and Steven were enjoying the view too, but they remained on their side of the table.

“Tell me tasty little thing, what would it take for you to agree to let me any my boys enjoy some time with you, and your guy?”

Jackie looked at me with confusion and concern in her eyes. We were far from exclusive but normally we had an evening or more of negotiation for the wants, needs, soft and hard limits. This would be a first for us negotiating on the fly.  She looked at the trio as they eyed her like a new toy then looked back at me and bit her bottom lip. That was a sign I knew saying she was game for seeing what would happen.

“What do you have in mind?” I asked after the long hanging pause

“Well big boy, how about you guys watching us girls enjoy each other and I tie this little sweet thing down. Nothing harsh just some oral and fucking. With condoms of course, we like to be safe when we have fun.”

I looked down at Jackie and gave a shrug, she looked up and smiled sheepishly then gave a nod to say she was game. The tension changed from apprehension to excitement as the guys started to shuffle around to get a better view.

Sara smiled as she kissed Jackie and ran her hands over her body and slid open her already cut shirt. It was so sexy watching them play together. Chad crept up next to me to get a better view. He reached down to his boot and I gasped as he pulled out a boot knife.

“Hey buddy, relax. Sara is a pro and you are going to love watching this.”

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I felt a shudder as Steven was close to my other side. Sara took the Bowie knife and slowly cut the remaining cloths off Jackie and tied her down. Chad was right, I loved watching her work, she was as good with a knife as I was. She turned and gave me a wink then handed me the blade as the guys got undressed and stood waiting for their turn as Sara enjoyed the sweet taste of Jackie.

“Just say red if things get too much for you baby, okay?” Sara said with a wink.

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The Cave

Welcome to the next installment of this story line. The trigger warning is in place for readers. If you are under 18 scram, you are not old enough to be reading this. It is time to start the decent into the rabbit hole of where I envision this going. The first two parts are The Great Adventure  and The Game  .   ~And off we go!~

The cave offered Jackie and I a fun place to explore our kink even more. The couple bed like areas might have been used for sleeping or something but that must have been years ago. At least that was my hope. The notches were perfect for the climbing rope I always carried in my bag. Tying Jackie down I started to tease her through her clothing. Her nipple responding as I blew hot air onto the material then pulled back allowing the natural coolness of the cave to excite them. Those mews of pleasure encouraged me as I slid my hand inside her shorts. Running my finger over the wet hungry lips I had many wicked plans for later. Her back arching and eyes pleading for me to continue. Caught up in the moment I took my boot knife and grabbed her shirt. Without a word I cut it open exposing her beautiful breast. That gasp of shock and surprise made my mind race as I leaned down and took a hard nipple in my teeth. The whimpering moan as I tugged was sexy as hell.

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The sound of footsteps on the loose floor behind us made me freeze. Jackie was to in the moment to notice as I turned to see Chad the property owner watching us. He smiled and gave a wink as if to encourage me. I am all good with people watching but this was an unusual situation. The reality of us being in a cave on his property and the way the place seemed too perfect a find sent a chill of anxiety for a moment. Jackie was too far into what I was doing to let that stop me. Chad leaned against a wall and gave a since of ease as I proceeded to bite and lick over her body. I knew those favorite places she had, when my teeth grazed her armpit Jackie pulled hard against the rope. This time I used more force latching on. Her pleasure filled cry as I felt my teeth grip her flesh, she was going crazy as I knew how much she needed to feel my finger in her. Pushing into her wetness there was no holding back as Jackie exploded, the beautiful sound of her orgasm crashing against the walls of the cave.

The sound of Chad giving a clap for our performance shocked Jackie out of the moment.

“What the hell?” She yelped. “How long has he been watching us?”

I shrugged my shoulders “I do not know. I am glad he enjoyed watching.”

“Untie me!” Jackie demanded

“Why? He is just watching, and I know how much you enjoy being watched.” I growled looking in her eyes

“You put on one hell of a show.” Chad said “Plus if I remember right this cave is in the off-limits area. Ever wonder why?”

I swallowed hard as I could see he was really the one in control. Especially when his girl twirled around him. She had been hidden by his shadow in the dim light.

“Oh baby, they look like so much fun, do you think I could play with her too?” she begged Chad

“You would have to ask them Sara. Right now, it looks like they are scared as jackrabbits.”

Chad was right, maybe it had been too many crime dramas but all I could think was we were in real danger now, especially with the two of them there between us and the exit. I reached down to pull the quick release to let Jackie up. As I touched the tope another voice from the shadows.

“Not so fast sport, we were just enjoying the show. No need to get all flustered and run off.”

I could not see the person saying it but the shadowy figure with the gruff male voice sent a shudder along my spine. I looked down as Jackie as she looked back with fear and pleading in her eyes. I pulled the rope; it was do our die as her hands were free. My heart racing as they stood their ground. Jackie untied her feet as I moved closer to them to protect her.

“Aw Buck, no need to get all excited the voice said as he took a step forward.

The tall well build new guy was imposing. He reached out his hand to shake mine

“Hi, my name is Steven. I help with the upkeep here. We just heard some noises and thought something bad was going on. Glad you guys are okay. That is one hell of an adventurous girl you got there.”

Trepidation raced through me as I reached out to shake his hand. His big grin as we shook hands did little to set my mind at easy.

“So now that you know me, how about we talk about what you two are doing here?”

“I think you figured that out watching” I shot back smartly

“No need to get all huffy man, I was just trying to be friendly. You want to be friendly right?”

The tone of his voice made it clear we were going to be friendly if we wanted to or not. I looked back at Jackie. The look on her face was between worry and curiosity. I knew we had played games where she was helpless with strangers making me watch but this was different, this was real.

Sara walked over to me, she ran her finger along my arm and over my chest. There was a sultry mischief begging for action. She was adjusted to getting her way as she slid her hand down and gripped my crotch.

“Oh baby, you got something I would really enjoy seeing in action.” Her voice almost a dare as she continued her fondling.

“What do you have in mind?” I asked before I lost my nerve.

“There you go tiger.” Chad said. “How about we all sit down and see what kind of an agreement we can come to.”

Jackie and I stood on one side of the makeshift bed as Chad, Steven and Sara took the other side.

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”Wicked

Truth be told

Truth be told, I despise the cold, the chill to the bone that makes me feel old

Frozen in place hands over my face, I see the scene now set in place

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Polaroids spread on the table, the rope slung high in the stable

Under the pictures a silver disk, on it written she really wanted this

The camera still on the pod as I put it in, a flicker then the show begins

Arms tied and held over her head, unkept hair draped down the head

Bedraggled locks falling over her face, pictures frozen in time locked in place

The expression torn from time, that look of anticipation or sublime

Red flesh from heavy hands show clear, his game of pleasure and fear

She was just his toy along for the ride, his canvas to display with pride

Another picture showing the thick hand, she is no match for this powerful man

Her lithe body a plaything for his desire, that look in her eyes is a burning fire

Pulled close to his face she can feel his hot breath, a kiss that is taken at his behest

She could only struggle and fight in place, he had control in this dank place

The smell of hay in the old stall she was held in, his paradise to enjoy again

A nook that opened with a flip on the latch, implements hung for use inside that

A shiver had to have run along her spine, his fingers touching her so divine

The bench perfectly set in place, bent over and fastened in the space

Shuffling around the photos seeing what was done, seeing as she came undone

The flogger licking her flesh that glowed bright, such a sweet beautiful sight

I can imagine the sounds of her gasps echoing, his work undisturbed harrowing

On her toes as her body strains and writhes, the waves of pleasure crashes and subsides

His fingers rough now explore her wetness, her face flush, her thoughts anyone guess

A thrust as she shrieks at the sudden invasion, cold floods her from his creation

Glass toy left in a bucket of cold water, to cool the heat which he brought her

Parched lips now wetted from his finger, the taste of her wetness now lingers

The straw offered tastes of sweet juice as she sips, the cold fades inside her lips

A minute for her to recoup her composure, now again his hands take over

His hands grip hard into the tender flesh, rubbing and kneading her tender ass

No warning as the implement is quickly pulled out, hollow inside as she thrashes about

She whimpers and begs for him to take her, his hand strikes hard as he spanks her

Howls and shrieks as she was unprepared, everything his plan carefully prepared

The tempo staccato as his hand works feverishly, her ache now a burning need

Begging and pleading her voice now his song as the rhythm goes along

One hand working over her bright red flesh, the over exploring her slippery wetness

Over the edge in a crashing cascade she explodes, pent up need suddenly unloads

Milking every moment of ecstasy as she shakes, his mind inventory now takes

The rope appears and is lashed around a breast, she gasps, he works fast

Then another, her breast bound as he smiles, he had a plan all the while

A clothes pin snaps and she shudders as words like smacks he utters

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Each clip fastened she arches off the bench more, now untied with feet on the floor

Again, her hands are bound over her head, he stands back as she watches in dread

Flicking and playing with the rowel on the wheel, she ached to know how it would feel

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First a special touch for his evil plan, a bar to keep her feet apart as she would stand

Exposed to him, she was totally at his mercy, her cries brought him such glee

Each breast now felt the bite of the wheel, no words for what she should feel

Now she was lost in a world so surreal, she was his toy the images revealed

A blindfold next he used to cover her eyes, now everything would be a surprise

Unable to look away as he took her like a savage man, I knew this was part of his plan

Her anticipation as his moved his things around, gaging her reaction to each sound

The sound of the blade sent a chill over her skin, his hot breath as he said shall we begin

That moan as his hand slid along her chest, his hand on her throat she leaned back to rest

Teasing her body, sliding it over her skin, the cold steel on hot flesh a gasp I took in

Sliding between her thighs as his lips caressed down her spin, he growled and said you are mine

I jumped as I saw him raise quickly, she wailed as he plunged the handle to fill her need

He invaded her with the rough handle holding the blade, that look of pleasure on display

On her toes she was primal and screaming, I could not stop watching what was streaming

Pulling the handle out he tossed it to the floor, in a single thrust she was begging for more

Savage animal lust as he painted her skin, his red prints on her breast as she was full of him

His hand on her throat as he grunted and thrust, both lost in primal lust

The crimson running down over she soft flesh, my eyes fixated on what came next

A beastly roar as he unleashed his pent-up need, she shook as he used her in his greed

Holding tight for a minute he finally relaxed, then took her down and laid her on the sack

Cuddling her his hand running through her hair, it was just the two of them without a care

As the flicker turned to static there was a shock, need took over as I shook

A shower nearby I needed to take a moment to cool down, before I headed back to town

Turning the water on it was cold as ice, I took a deep breath and washed off my vice

Truth be told I hate the cold, but the film I had just watch made me feel nothing but bold.

Come see who else is being wicked

”Wicked
 

A Careful look

Look carefully. Closer. Come on don’t you see it? The window to the bottom left. Yes there. See her face? Doesn’t she look like she is trying to get your attention? Oh My god Sam, how can you be so daft?

The words rang in my head as I walked down the hall. It was a simple assignment for the photography class. Now one of the pictures I took, who knows where, shows what appears to be a woman in distress. I feel a twinge of guilt and a since of foreboding, a need to find and help her if I can. Walking along the path I took before I feel different, no longer struck by the architecture or beauty. I am trying to pinpoint the place of potential darkness, a house of horror, a den of iniquity.

Cutting around the corner of 7th street I start to take it all in, that carefree morning with me whipping my camera around. The coffee shop, that decadent aroma of the pastries wafting out the doorway. The chirping of birds and cooing of pigeons, lifting the camera I try to remember where I aimlessly wandered next. There down that alleyway, the one with the twisted stop sign. The smell of urine and trash, the almost tangible feel of human desperation. A crash and I lower my camera, the stray scurries off in a hurry hissing and spitting for me disturbing its hiding place. Suddenly I feel aware of everything around.

There, that is the next turn, behind that fence, down that row between the crumbling houses. Yes, the couple flowers that once stood proud in defiance of the concrete, now they are trampled from foot traffic. The store on the corner with fruit stand sitting empty out front, the closed sign and a chain on the door. That feeling of wishing I could get inside and explore the urban ruin. See what there was to discover. Out of habit I peer in through the first window. I wonder what stories and secrets this building could tell. Turning left I continue, orange barrels on the road, caution tape dangles in the breeze around the piles of rubble. The old homes knocked down in the name of progress, gentrification is creeping in like slithering tendrils, the face of the neighborhood being carved into something different.

The ditch I crossed walking on the makeshift bridge of pipes and plywood. The small fish playing in the pool below, trapped in their own world, maybe for the best. They would be quickly devoured in the city park lake with all the bigger fish that wait for a morsel to snap up. There, yes that way, the brick stands out. A mix and match of bricks put together like some art deco attempt for the building’s esthetics, I am here. My heart is racing as I look at the building, looking for the window. I do not see it. Looking back at the picture I check again. Looking and studying I draw closer to where it should be. Still I do not see the opening where the desperate face appeared. I almost missed it; fresh mortar sun dried but still not tainted by the filth of the area is barely noticeable. The brick perfectly cut to hide the once window.

My mind racing as I walk around looking for an entrance. I feel a shudder of apprehension as the old door screeches like an old woman wailing. The flicker of light from a few open doors along the hall provides the only illumination. Bulbs long burned out dangle from the walls and ceiling like claws reaching out. A sound at the end of the hall, glowing eyes peering back. My flashlight not strong enough to reach through the darkness as I strain to make out what is focused on me. With camera in hand I decide this is the only way to know. A bright flash of light turns the darkness into daylight for a moment. My eyes try to recover as I look at the screen of my camera. A head on a table, the hair flowing over the side. A blank stare from the open eyes, the makeup is perfect. The skin pale as moonlight cast through a window. The table covered in cans and wrappers, bottles and trash litter the hall. I feel the need to run growing as the desire to explore pulls me further in.

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Shhhh, the sound causes me to freeze. My ears ache listening for a sound, my eyes straining to see everything they can. Reaching the table my mind spinning from thoughts and ideas, scenarios play over in my head. Now I wonder if I will be found. Shhhh again. The door in front of me cracked open. My best guess is that it would be the place that housed the woman in the picture. My hand shaking as I push it open.

An explosion of dust and movement, heads, arms and other body parts cascade from the ceiling. Rational thinking has left the building as well as my mind. I trip over an arm, face first crashing on the floor. My head now swimming as the room spins and seems to fade. My thoughts drift between horror and desperation flowing into inky nothing.

 

I can’t move as fear has frozen every part of my being. A shuffling sound behind me, the sudden pain of a stun stick. The shadowy figure now looming over me, reaching down the smell of dirt and filth as it pulls me down the hall. Being tossed out of a side dock door I fall crashing to the ground. The figure looming overhead. I can see it now, a man. The old green jacket, tattered but still recognizable, the face haggard by time, one of the lost and forgotten.

“Get away from my home.” His voice aged but stern “Leave me and my girls alone you pervert. The are mine you hear? Next time I catch you snooping around here I won’t be so nice, now get!”

I staggered to my feet. Still trying to grasp what had happened. The old building’s sign gave me a clue to at least part of the question as it boasted home of the manikin factory. As for the old man, the woman in the window, this whole excursion seemed to bring me more questions than answers.

Greg

Greg was rather proud of himself for his ingenious idea on how he pulled it off.
“It was all fantasy” Sandy said, her voice trembling as his wicked smile grew even bigger “Just a game to help get us both off with.”

Trigger warning as is common with most of my blogs, This post is a continuation of last weeks wicked Wednesday. Hope you enjoy.

Greg sneered as he walked over to the bench. As his thick hands fiddled with the bench, he turned and looked back at Sandy, he could see her sweating in nervous anticipation. It had slowly been planned from the first personality he had presented to her, a plan he gradually let play out till he got enough information to make it happen. He always got excited hearing her fantasies and how many wicked things she wanted to happen to her. Each session she would end by saying, of course this is just fantasy because it could never happen, right? Everything was possible but not all were practical. The hardest part was her desire to be kidnapped by a total stranger.

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Lights illuminate the arched windows of an abandoned building next to puddles in the mud.

Greg was rather proud of himself for his ingenious idea on how he pulled it off. He was worried the kidnapping part would fail and he would have to skedaddle or worse, get in caught and arrested. Setting up his den of sin, as he called it when describing the empty building to her, was easy by compare. Five years of preparation went into his plan, saved emails and conversations. Greg’s favorite part were the pictures she would send. Some were of her trying to make herself look like a damsel in distress, others were pictures she sent him, everything she sent was saved. Greg smiled as he turned on the projector and the pictures began to beam onto the white wall near the arranged devices of torment.

Sandy gasped as the opening was a picture taken long ago, it was a naughty girl’s only party where she had been handcuffed, gagged and made to look helpless and at the mercy of anyone there. Her eyes scanned the small tables he was preparing, assorted paddles and impact devices were on display at one supposed station. Another table held electric devices, a violet wand, electric stimulation unit, even what looked like a Hitachi wand with some built in shocking head aptly named the Zeus. The krewe de gras in the center was a device of Greg’s own making, a harness type table Sandy could be secured to and manipulated in any position he wished. Built in total secrecy, it was a one of a kind made just for Sandy.

He walked over to where she was tied, Sandy struggled against her bonds as his hand slid along the outside of her arm.

“Now, now my dear, I am sure you know what all I have planned for you. After all we have spoken in great depth about all the things you have wanted to try but were too scared to tell anyone, well anyone you knew in real life.”

“It was all fantasy” Sandy said, her voice trembling as his wicked smile grew even bigger “Just a game to help get us both off with.”

“That was all just foreplay my dear, now this is the main event. Time to pay the piper I would say. Or do you prefer put up or shut up?” Greg’s voice suddenly dark and ominous “Of course I will allow you a safe word if things get over your head. It is one you told me was your favorite a while back, just say it and that part of your evening will end and we will move on.”

Sandy’s mind raced as she tried to think of what safe word he was talking about. Before her mind could fix on any one word his rough hands grabbed her and he stood her up. His hot breath in her face as he manhandled her to the bench and forcefully strapped her down. A pair of scissors made quick work of her clothing as he cut away, leaving her nude and exposed to him. As her mind tried to comprehend what was happening, she could see the impact items laid out as he fingered each one lovingly. His hand rested on a small leather paddle. It had a kind of fur on one side and the other was raised knobs like the back of decorative furniture tacks. It looked like a toy in his big hands as he picked it up. A push of the button and music started to play. Some of the featured tracks he had come to enjoy listening to as they chatted online about her desires. The first few hit were so light it almost made Sandy think he was losing his nerve. The fur really felt nice and tickled a little on her skin. Gradually they became firmer and with the tempo of the music. The heavy base thumped as the paddle landed over and over, the intensity and warm feeling in her exposed ass grew. Before long, her head felt like she was in a different world, she had all but forgotten her dire situation as Greg had made her tender bum hot and red. He ran his hand along her well warmed ass a few times. Caressing and cupping her beautiful flesh.

“Such a naught little girl, I see you have become aroused.”

Sandy felt ashamed for a moment then it passed quickly as she felt a cold metal device being inserted into her dripping wetness. Some form of harness held it in place as he pushed a button and a tingle ran though her. He laughed as he set the electric pulses to the beat of the music. Picking up a flogger he began to take his time to match the tempo. Sandy’s eyes glazed over as she could not fight back the growing wave that was beginning to crest inside her. Her yelp of pleasure as the wave crashed over her echoed off the wall.

Greg stopped the flogging and turned off the device. Sandy was a drooling mess as he laughed. There was the sound of a door slamming shut and someone in a security guard uniform walked in. Sandy was saved! Greg backed up and set down the flogger. For a moment she expected him to run.

“What are you doing sir?” the young man demanded from across the room

“Good sir this is my warehouse and you are trespassing.” Greg said firmly

“What kind of freak show is going on here? Ma’am are you, all right?”

Sandy wasn’t sure, her mind wanted to scream she had been kidnapped but her body was begging for more.

“I..I… I am fine sir.” Sandy caved as her desire won over her common since.

“Well good,” the young man said, “Hope you don’t mind me staying and watching, you never know when you will need a third person for things like this.”

Greg smiled as the two embraced. “I told you she would break easily Sam.”

”Wicked
 

Sandy

His was fedora tipped down; the long trench coat kissed by the fog glistening in the early morning streetlights. As he pulled in the open door at the warehouse Sandy started to freak out.

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His was fedora tipped down; the long trench coat kissed by the fog glistening in the early morning streetlights. Just for a moment taking it all in, the earie quiet of the predawn streets that was Greg’s world. He was going to follow through with the idea knowing he was going to get his hands dirty, just how dirty was up to him. The clicking of the stilettos on the sidewalk as another working girl rounded the corner. Her blonde hair still mostly in place as she spied the shadowy figure watching her. Her brazen attitude as she approached made Greg sweat and his hands tremble.

“Hey baby, I’m about to get off but I can get you off before I call it a night.” Her high pitch Brooklyn accent was like nails on a chalkboard.

His deep gravelly voice answered her “No thanks”

She turned in a huff and walked into the old hotel. Her red sequin dress and short black skirt flashing in the few dim lights. The scream of a cat and a trash can falls over caught Greg’s attention. He walked the four blocks toward the dinner. Huge plate glass windows beaming light into the world around them like a display for all to see. A couple dock workers sitting there eating as they were either getting ready for the day or finishing up a night. It always made Greg chuckle how it was like watching a play about humanity. He took a seat on the bench watching the show.

The obnoxiously bright pink uniform came into sight. The shirt unbuttoned too low, the skirt too high as she talked and flirted with the men there. He didn’t have to hear; he knew the basics of the conversation all too well. She was flirting and working hoping for a good tip, they were hoping she would finally say yes and let them “enjoy their company”. Soon they would get up and leave, she would pick up their dishes and the couple crumpled bills from the table.

The horizon was starting to glow as the hues of morning began to paint the sky. The rumble of the old bus as it came down the dingy road belching smoke was on time as always. Greg watched as the brunette got off and walked into the diner. Greg got up and followed her in. She sat down in her usual spot as he approached.

“Excuse me, are you Sandy?”

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” she shot back with a sternly

Greg reached in his coat and pulled out the papers he had been carrying. Half dropping them on the table for effect she looked at the top sheet with her name on it. The following pages were copies of her correspondence with various people. She fumbled through them, hot lurid conversations that ended suddenly every time.

“Where, how did you get these?” her face now in shock as her voice cracked.

“I think you need to come with me and answer some questions at the station. Every name in those conversations has disappeared suddenly except for you. There are a few questions about their sudden disappearance and your involvement with them that need to be answered. Now you can come peacefully or…” Greg added to his intimidation by pulling out handcuffs from behind his back.

Sandy agreed to cooperate and walked out the door with Greg. He led her around to the dimly lit parking lot then opened the door for her to get in the back. Before she could get in, he forced her to against the car and cuffed her hands behind her back. Pushing her into the back seat she tried to fight him off, but it was no use. She was now trapped. He started the engine and as it roared to life the radio came on, it was playing one of Sandy’s favorite songs.

She was shaken as he looked at her in the mirror. He smiled, so far everything had gone as planned. As he pulled out into the empty street and headed toward the warehouse he had set up. Now was the time for all his work to finally pay off.

“So Sandy, all those men; twelve in all, were talking to you about some really racy things. I am shocked a woman like you would be so bold as to tell them the things you said.”

“We were having fun; it was a game.” She replied her voice shaking

“Baseball is a game, monopoly is a game, hell even football is a game. This, what you were talking about is something very different.”

Had Sandy not been so scared she would have caught on this was a game too. Greg was listing off games she had said she liked. The song playing was the one she said was her favorite. He had set it all up for her perfect fantasy that she had talked about with all those “men”. As he pulled in the open door at the warehouse Sandy started to freak out.

“No, wait. No, this can’t be happening. Who are you?”

warehouse

Greg pushed the button and the door behind them closed with a light coming on in the building. There were several areas with torture looking tables and devices to use. It was obvious Greg’s silence was adding to her unsettled feelings.

“Please, what are you planning to do to me?”

Greg put on the hood she should recognize and turned back toward her “Everything you talked about and more. See little bird those men aren’t missing; it was me all along and I am here for you as your wicked date begins”

Sandy felt a mix of nausea, fear and a strange rush of excitement as he got out and started setting up. Letting the anticipation grow as Sandy watched. She realized how much energy he had put in, now she was trapped at his mercy as he was about to push her to her breaking point through all the twists and turns she had shared with the various versions of Greg.

”Wicked
 

In Lockdown

My mind hazy as to how I got here, I remember the bar. Drinks flowing and music thumping so hard I could feel it in my bones. That redhead that came up boldly asking if I was the kind of man to buy a strange woman a drink

The slow scraping sound coming down the hall sent a chill along my spine. One small bulb secured to the wall faintly illuminating the small cube of a room. A small bunk with a filthy mattress flopped on it, had seen much use and added to the rank odor to the room. The metal toilet and sink combination only feet away. The air stale and damp, the smell of lost hope and desperation clung like an oily residue. The walls pealing their grey layers of paint revealing a metal bulkhead underneath. Another scraping sound only much closer from outside the room.

My mind hazy as to how I got here, I remember the bar. Drinks flowing and music thumping so hard I could feel it in my bones. That redhead that came up boldly asking if I was the kind of man to buy a strange woman a drink. Of course I was, and did. A couple hours later we were in her hotel room. I remember undressing her slowly, taking my time as she tried to rush me. Her need to feel needed and wanted ablaze. My hands all over her flesh my teeth grazed and my lips planting kisses. Her flesh so pale it glowed in the night air as we made slow love on the balcony. The light of the full moon bathing us both while we were intertwined, the world melt away in an explosion of pleasure. Kissing her neck as her body arched, her cried carried on the night breeze. Her green eyes opening with a soft sweet smile that turned to a blank stare. Excruciating pain seared through my flesh as the world disappeared into nothingness.

A sudden scrape and a flap opened. A tray was shoved in with what appeared to be some type of paste looking goop on it. The greasy scent just added to the disgusting feel of the room. A voice outside, mechanical in nature crackled like from a half working drive through speaker.

“Another subject from investigation 382 is now awake and aware. Food supplement offered to subject. Observation of social and mating ritual with drone model a success in capturing a heathy male specimen. Further testing will be required to see what category the subject will best be placed in. Because of potential of contamination it will be kept in isolation till full results of testing are completed.

Subject 8725, after you have consumed the meal given to you please place the meal container back at the portal it entered through. After you have eaten knock on the wall over the portal, an assistant will take you to the medical testing and processing area. You have one hour to comply.”

A scraping sound as I looked at what “meal” was left behind. What was happening? Had I just lost my mind and this was all some part of a psychotic dream? The food was little more than paste. It smelled much like the dog food I remember giving to my pet when I was a kid. A taste and I was banging on the wall. Several minutes later a blue glow lit along the edges of what I could only assume was a door. A hissing sound as the door opened and there she stood, the woman I had a memory of on the balcony. She smiled and held out her hand.

“Come with me, please.”

Suddenly I was aware of my nudity as she was unclothed as well. If this was some kind of crazy dream I was definitely aroused. As she turned I felt even more exposed as her hand grazed my side. I could feel my face flush as she looked down and gave a slight smile.

“There is nothing to be concerned about. You simply need to be examined and processed. Failure to comply will result in a longer time in quarantine.”

I followed feeling more like a lamb to the slaughter than a person anymore. We passed many more doors before entering into a larger area. A line of men all ages and races with a copy of the same woman who was with me. I looked on in shock.

“I can since your apprehension, I am a collection droid. Apparently a very successful one for your species as you can tell by this batch of subjects.”

“Subjects for what?”

“All I can inform you is that your system was placed into quarantine several of what you would call millennium ago. The exact records as to why have been lost. We are here to access the potential of your species.”

“Potential?”

“Yes, if you are suitable for combat, a workforce or simply, a farm planet that was to be harvested as a later time.”

A shudder ran along my spine at that last suggestion. The thought of humanity not being alone in the universe was scary enough but the potential now I was faced with was even more unsettling. The hue of the room changed from a soft blue to a vibrant orange. A piercing shrill sound sent me to my knees. Holding my hand over my ears I looked up at the drone as it reached down and took my wrist before I passed out. I felt the drone dragging me back to the cell.

I came too as the drone sat on the bed watching.

”Wicked
 

“It seems there is an issue with the processing station. For now, you must remain here in lockdown till the malfunction is over. I shall remain to keep you company.”

 

Halls of my mind

Silky raven black hair slipping softly through my fingers. A kiss on her lips that is sweet and lingers.

Walking in the halls of my mind, so many things to see and find. Rooms along halls of memory with offshoots to the halls of dreams and fantasy. Some easily opened, others sealed shut, each a world in its own to examine. Fog rolls alone the floor, giving way to the path now followed. There it is, I know that hall well. One side reality, the other fantasy I know so well.

Silky raven black hair slipping softly through my fingers. A kiss on her lips that is sweet and lingers. Eyes white as marble, skin cold and the color of snow. The bodice cut open, a crimson line where the blade passed. Exposed breast with nipple hard as stone, soft flesh where my fingers roam. Kissing and nibbling the ear that I seduced with my words, now only moans to be heard. The skirt hiked up, a sexual display of breathtaking beauty. Dare another kiss, feel another embrace as this moment will be eternally bound. The nails that dug in my flesh polished with blood that has been drawn. Entering the cold flesh again, the rocking motion brings the pale flesh to a new life. Sweat rises and beads on my skin, dripping down to her body again. Growing moans of pleasure echo off the walls as lustful desire is released. Her kiss back cold as ice and deep and the grave. Hands now grasp again as this might be the day.

Death my lover for so long always teasing and pleasing but never taking that last breath away. Down this hall she hold a special place I go to each day.

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.