Longmont

[Vailyn]

Alexandra was fascinated by what Josh was telling her about the house and his experiences in it. It seemed too unbelievable to be true and yet she believed him. A cold shiver ran down her spine when he talked about feeling the ghosts. The more they talked about Josh's experience, the more it felt like something else was out there listening in.

"Did it bother you? Do you still want to buy the house if it's haunted? I..." Alexandra looked out over the moving water and gazed towards the shore without really seeing it. "Did they feel dangerous or harmful? Maybe they're just lonely? I wonder if they're part of the Master's family lineage. I bet we can find out information about the family at the library or city records."

Alexandra scooted closer to Josh and laid her hand on his arm. "Do you want me to go with you next time? I.." She bite her lip, straightened her spine and pushed herself to not be a wuss. "I kinda want to see them. Maybe I'll have a similar experience? But it will have to wait until after my meeting with the real estate agent. I have an appointment with her in the morning. What do you think?"

 

[tmmmbrrr]

What did he think? Josh had wanted to show the house to Alex from the very beginning, in fact he would have taken her there this afternoon rather than going out on the lake, except for the ghosts – or whatever it was that he encountered in the Masters Place. After he told her everything that happened, he was gratified that she still wanted to see it even if the visit might result in her own experience with the phantoms.

“The place isn’t boarded up anymore,” Josh said, “so there’s plenty of natural light. I’d love to show it to you. If we have an encounter, we’ll be in it together, I promise.” He felt lighter – relieved almost – and he never questioned why it was that he seemed to want Alex to be in the Masters place with him so much. They set a time to meet. He would already be there.

Josh put his arm around Alex’s shoulders as the boat rocked gently. He found that he liked her close and it seemed to be mutual. There was no need to rush things. Josh already believed that sometime soon it would be the most natural thing in the world to make love to Alexandra for the first time… and he was already counting on there being many, many more times.

The small talk died down. Josh looked at Alex, “Swim?” he said. Without waiting for her answer, he unbuttoned his shirt and laid it over the seat back, then slipped over the side of the boat into the cool, crystal clear waters.

EZRA MASTERS was a pioneer settler in the Longmont valley well over a century ago. Beginning with a single homestead, he gradually added other properties to his holdings through hard work and shrewdness until the Masters Place encompassed a large farm where the entire town of Longmont and its surroundings are now located. A prosperous man, he never married, until in midlife he sent for a cousin from the east coast. Masters' good fortune continued as Harmony bore him first a son and two years later, a daughter.

The children were raised in a happy home which was founded on hard work and square dealing. The daughter was betrothed in her nineteenth year - late in life for young women of her day. Tragically, both she and her brother were found murdered in the Masters' stables. The daughter was discovered naked, trussed in riding tack with marks of a beating across her backside. Her brother was shirtless. Both had been hacked and stabbed to death with a scythe from the tool shed.

The murderer was never found.

Ezra and Harmony lost heart. The business of the farm went unattended to the extent that Masters began to lose properties to cover debts and taxes. When Ezra passed away, relatives from back east came out to help their Aunt Harmony run what was left of the farm, but through their greed succeeded only in accelerating the collapse of the Masters Place until all that was left was the house where the children were raised – the house that Josh now had under contract – the house where two spirits had waited and waited to consummate their forbidden love.

 

[Vailyn]

Alexandra & Josh - Sunny - Tori

"How about we meet up at 1pm at the Master's place? You can show me what you've done and I can lend a hand. I'll bring my camera. I'd love to take some shots of the interior."

Alexandra didn't realize it until he had already left her side to drop into the water. She didn't tense up when he touched her. She didn't automatically move to get away from him. She didn't mind that he put his arm around her. In fact, she was a little sorry that he stopped. A blush flared over her cheeks and made her face glow.

"I'll race you to the shore! Loser buys the next meal!" Alexandra jumped up, quickly pulled off her t-shirt and dove into the water with hardly a ripple. The feel of the cold water was exhilarating and she loved the way it move against her. With sure, strong strokes and continuous undulation of her body, Alexandra smiled as she swam to shore. In many ways, the water was her element. Here, she was free.

***​

"Master, the one you have spoken of has arrived. Her energy is bright as you described. Though, it seems a darkness covers her heart. She will be a wonderful addition to Longmont. Another stranger who has become attached to her. He has a darkness about him that is not his own but he seems to be a good man. They have a strong connection that binds their path together." Sunny listened on the phone. Making sounds of agreement here and there. "Yes. I will offer her a part time job here and see if she will take it. She enjoys the cafe and the services it provides. Yes, Master. As you wish, so shall it be."

***​

"God dammit! I told you that if you persist in coming here, I will kick your ass! I'm not going to tell you where she is. I don't care if your Master is miserable because she left him! GOOD! He should fucking suffer." Tori spat at the young woman who dared to confront her. Tori glared all of her unbridled anger that she's been holding onto at the girl. "After everything the two of you have done, neither of you have the right to be anywhere around her. Get the fuck out of my office. Don't come back."

 

[tmmmbrrr]

Josh heard, rather than saw Alex follow him into the lake. Turning to watch, he saw that she was a strong swimmer. Her body sliced through the waves with only her braided ponytail seeming to offer any resistance.

Being in the water seemed to bring out a clarity to their situations which had been hiding in plain view. He didn’t find it remarkable that within Alex’s first days in Longmont she also acquainted herself with Simmons, the realtor. It was a small town. The fact that they both came as strangers to Longmont and found such affinity for it from the very first day that they were compelled to put down roots was more curious. Josh knew he could be compulsive, but when he saw his behavior mirrored in Alex, he had to wonder why they both felt as they did over this place.

They kept pace with each other the entire distance to the sandy beach. The sun and warm sand felt good on their bodies as they emerged from the lake. They discovered that others had been to this spot before them. There was a ring of stones for a campfire just up from the high water mark and a well worn footpath which went off into the forest.

BEFORE THE VALLEY WAS FLOODED to create the lake at Longmont, there was a wagon trail from the Masters Place over the hills to the outside world. From age 16, one of Joshua’s chores on the Masters farm had been to haul any milk, produce, even farm-cut lumber that wasn’t needed by the family to surrounding farms and villages for barter or sale. Jealous of her brother’s independence and the seeming importance of his chore, Lila longed to be the one to get away from the place.

After years of making her wishes known, her brother, by then past 20, relented and allowed that if Lila slipped away from the house she could ride with him – only that she was never to be seen leaving or arriving with him and she would have to do as he told her while they were on the trail. A couple of mornings later, she met him in the wagon past a bend in the road from the farm. The trip out was uneventful and Joshua was actually glad to have his sister’s company. On the trip back, he steered the team off the wagon trail and stopped them in a secluded clearing.

Joshua climbed down from the wagon and when Lila didn’t follow he told her, “Get down here and do as I say.” Lila knew as she obeyed that the price of her temporary escape from chore work was about to be paid. Fear and raw thrill both churned in her stomach as she got down from the wagon. She stood before Joshua with her eyes to the ground and felt his strong, rough hands on her breasts through her prairie dress. He pawed at her clumsily, knowing what he wanted – not how to get it. Lila was more afraid that her dress would be torn or ruined than she was of what Joshua might do. From farm life, sexual intercourse and what happens after was not a mystery to either of them and she couldn’t believe that was her brother’s intention. For her own part she knew her punishment for being away from her chores for a few hours would be nothing compared to having to explain how her dress came to be torn.

“Stop, Joshua,” she said. Lila unbuttoned her dress, let it fall from her shoulders to the grass, stepped out and laid it aside. She stood naked before her brother, watching his erection grow through his trousers and realizing for the first time that the attraction and desires he felt were hers as well. “You may not enter me, otherwise I’ll do as you say….”

A CENTURY LATER, all that remained of the wagon trail was a footpath. Of the hikers and swimmers who took it, more than a few lingered with their partners in a clearing half a mile or so from the beach. A few did what Lila and Joshua never did and conceived. Unknown to anyone, including themselves, the offspring from the clearing sought each other out later in life and partnered – happily.

Josh felt drawn to the path, he knew he’d come back to see where it led. Right now what he wanted more was to be beside Alexandra on the warm sandy beach.

 

[Vailyn]

Alexandra only managed to beat Josh to the shore by a few strokes. She was sitting on the gritty sands with her feet still in the shallow lap of the lake when he joined her. She smiled up at him and kept on working to wring the water out of her long braid. She loved her hair but it was a heavy weight to carry once she was out of the water's cool embrace.

"I think you owe me a meal, Mister." she gently teased him. Glad to feel the warm sun on her body and happy to let her thumping heart have a few moments to calm down from the exhilarating swim. "It's been a long time since I swam. Thanks for inviting me out here. I forgot how much I love being in the water."

***​

It felt her enter the water. The depths of which it slept. It was aware of the lives of all those who lived, bred, made merry, fought and died within it's land. To keep the peace, special outsiders were fated to be drawn to the land it guarded. Upon the chosen, they were made to carry a burden, grow stronger for the challenges thrown in their path and become firmly entrenched in the land as a willing sacrifice. What the sacrifice pertained to was different with each individual.

She is one of those chosen.
He is a stranger that is tied to her.

Sunny had spoken of them both and now a taste of them was in the waters. Though the woman was sensitive to the lingering ghosts, it seemed that the male was more susceptible to the energies of their mark on the valley.

It sent a tendril of power at the woman and laid a mark on her ankle. A small dark blue tattoo of a stylized dragon curled around her ankle. The mark was made with a quick bite of pain the caused Alexandra to jerk slightly and rub her ankle. She didn't even realize that a mark was made. It seemed as though her muscles had a light cramp and she worked it out of her leg.

She has been marked as chosen.

It has begun.

 

[tmmmbrrr]

JOSHUA’S ROUGH HANDS pressed Lila’s creamy breasts against her body. The sensation of hard nipples against the palms of his hands excited him and he was more than aware that his cock was fully erect and straining against the buttons of his trousers. Although he’d thought about this moment many times, always imagining pushing his sister down on all fours and mounting her from behind, he knew she was right. He’d been with women in town and he knew there was no power on earth to stop him, once inside a hot, wet cunt from copiously spurting his seed. It was not his business to know what those women did to prevent conception and he doubted his sister would know either. He knew she was right. He ached for her, but accepted that she was not for him to fuck. Another man would claim that prize – just as he had eyes for someone himself – but it somehow it still made him angry to be denied.

He took Lila’s complacence for what it was – the unfortunate path of least resistance. There was no one within miles to witness, much less intervene. Joshua felt self justified – he told her before she came with him that she would have to do as he told her. What could she have imagined he was talking about?

For Lila’s part, she knew her brother almost always got what he wanted. She could scream, she could kick, she could bite, she could run and he would still have his way and she knew for every act of resistance her brother would make her dearly pay. ‘Get it over with, Joshua,’ she thought, ‘Just get it over with….’

Joshua grabbed a handful of hair from the back of Lila’s head and twisted it around in his fist, pulling it tight. He forced her to turn away from him then used his strength to force her to her knees… then onto all fours… then even lower so she was forced to turn her head to avoid eating a mouthful of gritty sand. From her cheekbones to her breasts, she was pressed down hard against the earth. Joshua got down beside her. “Dirty cunt,” he said, “You’re a dirty cunt, aren’t you?” He meant for Lila to answer and when she didn’t, Joshua laid his hand across her bare buttocks with full force and then he backhanded the other buttocks just as hard. Her brother’s handprints showed up pink on Lila’s derriere. “Aren’t you?” he demanded and without waiting, wailed into her bare ass again and again until his sister choked on the words, “…dirty… … …cunt”

He forced her legs further apart and undid the buttons on his trousers, releasing his cock. Lila felt it, as big around and strong as a tree branch between her legs. “No!” she said – she’d told him no. She said she’d to anything ELSE. What was he doing? “No!” Lila could feel the length of Joshua’s cock working her pussy lips apart with the head of it nestled in her thick thatch of pubic hair.

Forcing his sister into the completely submissive position only made Joshua harder. It was all he could do not to draw his cock back just a bit more to her pussy lips and plunge it in. He never let go of her hair and held onto her waist with his free hand to keep her next to him. With his cock nestled along the wet cleft between her labia, Joshua first felt a tiny nub at the top of her slit which became more and more pronounced as his cock moved back and forth. It was a feeling he’d never experienced before and it drove Joshua crazy with desire. His sister felt it too -- only she knew what it was. Within the limited range of motion that Joshua allowed, Lila couldn’t keep her hips from moving in time with her brother. Her muffled cries, “No – no – no…,” took on a softened tone and a different meaning.

When Joshua climaxed, he spurted onto Lila’s stomach. By the time he was finished using her, his interest in sex had ebbed almost completely away. They dressed and resumed the wagon ride without saying a word to each other until Joshua halted the team at a stream crossing a quarter mile from the farm. As the horses drank he said, “Better get cleaned up.” There was a swimming hole just up from the crossing. Lila got down and let her brother return to the farm as he’d told her it would be – alone. She didn’t move until the wagon was out of sight. It hurt to walk and as she picked her way among the river cobbles something about the hurt made her feel it had been worth it.

THE SHADOWS OF THE WESTERN HILLS were getting long before Josh and Alex made the swim back to the boat. There were dry clothes stowed aboard and they looked the other way for each other to change rather than take the long boat ride back to Longmont getting chilled in wet swimsuits. They sat close on the return trip - Josh's arm around Alex's shoulders. The sun went down before they made it back and the lights of the resorts shimmered on the water.

Tomas Moore, who owned the marina, was waiting for them as Josh slowly guided the motor boat into its slip. “How’d it go?” he asked, although he was more interested in getting a look at the woman who’d gone out with Josh than in what the answer might be. He left it up to Josh to secure the boat while he offered a hand up to Alex. “Say, you two, we had a special on the menu tonight – fresh caught trout. There are two servings left, can I put them on the grill for you?” When Alex and Josh seemed to waiver, Moore added, “I have a Riesling that pairs perfectly with it – on the house.”

It had been a long day and if Tomas was going to make a great dinner easy for them to enjoy together, they didn't worry that it sounded almost too good to be true. There were no other customers in the restaurant at the marina. Moore cooked and his wife waited on the couple. The trout was cooked to perfection and the Riesling was a perfect pairing. After dinner, the Moores joined them at their table and the four of them made short work of the rest of the bottle. The subject of housing in Longmont came up and since the Masters Place was under contract, Josh didn’t see any reason not to share his interest in it. Mrs. Moore had noticed that someone had taken the plywood sheets over the windows and doors down.

At that point, the conversation seemed to get stuck in a revolving door about the Masters Place with the Moore’s trying a little too hard to be helpful. Eventually they offered their 9 volt lantern to the couple so Josh could show it to Alex that night. They became quite insistent and it seemed like the only way to gracefully leave the marina was to accept the lantern. Josh felt a little foolish carrying the outsized flashlight as he and Alex walked towards town. Out of curiosity, he turned it on and was surprised to see how powerful it was. Out of the corner of his eye, he thought it looked like Alex was having the same thought – “Why not?”

They went in the back door. There was a pantry and kitchen with tile flooring. Thick dust was on every surface. The next room was large and open. Mostly natural woods grown dark over time. There was a mirror on the far wall. It looked as if the dust had been disturbed. Josh and Alex went closer, the beam of the lantern cutting through the darkness. Someone had written on the glass with a finger…

"Hello Alexandra"

They looked at each other... the lantern flickered, then died. The darkness was complete.

A STRONG HAND CLOSED AROUND THE BASE OF ALEXANDRA’S BRAID, spun her around then forced her to the floor….

 

[Vailyn]

Alexandra really enjoyed spending a lazy evening getting to know Josh. It was really nice to just talk, share jokes and stories. They goofed around and chased each other in the water before getting back on the boat. It felt odd to change out in the open where anyone could see her.

She quickly dried herself with a towel and fought to pull off the wet halter top, panties and jean shorts. She patted her torso dry and pulled on a bright pink sports bra, white panties, tan capris and blue-white plaid snap button shirt. The shirt was thin with long sleeves.

They got back to the marina and Alexandra had to hide a smile as Josh was hoodwinked into having dinner there. It turned out to be delicious and she enjoyed getting to now the Moores. It seemed like it was meant to be when they were offered a high powered lantern. Alexandra didn't want to go home yet. She smiled up at Josh and agreed to explore the house with him.

Something about the house still felt right. She's never been there before but it all felt oddly familiar. She found herself touching the wooden panels and frames as they walked around the house. Everything felt right until the moment they came across the mirror.

Hello Alexandra​

Startled, Alexandra looked at Josh, the lantern flickered and everything went dark. An oppressive feeling crushed against her chest, made her fight for air, a hand grabbed her braid at the back of her head, turned her around and forced her to kneel face down on the floor.

She could feel everything but she couldn't move. She couldn't talk. She couldn't do anything at all. It was like she was paralyzed except she could move. She yelled in her mind but there was no sound. She wanted to fight the hold on her but she didn't budge.

"You need to take your punishment, Lila. Tell me you want it." said a man with a growling voice. The words said in a cadence from generations long gone. The hand forced Alexandra's cheek into the dirty wooden floor.

"I need to be punished." said Alexandra. Except it didn't sound like her. It was higher pitched and had an unfamiliar accent.

*SMACK*

He hit her hard on her ass. Hard enough for it to burn and make tears smart her eyes. Alexandra wanted to cry and fight but she heard herself gasp in that other voice.

"You forgot to say something, you dirty little slut. Now what do you say?" he demanded.

"I need to be punished, Sir!" said Alexandra, in the foreign voice. Her voice full of eagerness to please.

A hand rubbed over the place of the hard slap. The touch rough and possessive. "Good little slut. If you take your punishment, you may earn the right to suck my cock. Do you want that, my little slut?"

"Yes, Sir. I want to suck your cock, Sir. Please punish me, Sir." Alexandra felt herself wiggle her ass into the rough caress. She felt her shirt being ripped down the back. Then her capris were torn apart. She couldn't see anything. All she knew was that she was kneeling face down and all of her clothes were suddenly lying in pieces around her. Terror filled her but she couldn't express any of it. She never knew that screams could be silent horrors.

Alexandra's elbows were pulled back and tied together. She was raised up to kneel on her calves and stick her ass out. Rough fingers dug between her legs. She felt shivers spread from the touch and she felt herself shudder when the fingers savagely thrust inside her passage.

"Bad little slut. You're so wet and hungry for me, aren't you, little cunt. But first, you have to be punished. This time, I will be quick." said the stranger.

Alexandra screamed each time the lash fell on her thighs. She screamed and cried. Except, her cries were quiet as a ghost and the calls coming out of her throat were thick with desire and pain. She didn't know how many times the lash fell. All she knew was the agony of the marks left on her legs and all of them became one long ocean of pain that rushed over her.

When the rough fingers thrust into her again, she knew she was dripping with desire. She could feel her juices flooding out of her and coating her legs. She moaned, needy little whimpers in that other voice. Yet, Alexandra felt it too. She felt that same need. The pleasure of pain. The arousal forced after taking pain. She knew that cycle well. It was imprinted into her skin.

 

[tmmmbrrr]

WHAT was he doing?

When the lantern flickered out, Josh instinctively reached for Alexandra, but before he touched her he felt a strength in his arm that was not his own and without understanding what he was doing he was pushing Alex to the floor, forcing her head down with an iron grip.

Josh commanded himself, ‘No! Stop!’ It did no good. What came out of his mouth was unrecognizable, "You need to take your punishment, Lila. Tell me you want it."

Lila? No! You’ve got it wrong, this is Alex! --only it wasn’t Alex who spoke from the floor, "I need to be punished."

And then Josh hit her so hard that his hand burned. WHAT was he doing? What was Alex doing? Josh’s voice screamed, but only in his head, ‘Tell them who you are, Alex! Tell them!’

"I need to be punished, Sir!"

He couldn’t understand what was happening. Nothing made sense, yet all of it seemed utterly real. Josh was aware that he was hard. Not of his own doing, his hand laid on Alex’s ass and when he felt her wiggle suggestively for him, he suddenly became harder than he’d ever been in his life. In that moment Josh realized there was nothing he could do to rebel against what was happening in the darkness. Alex – was it Alex? – wanted it…. Somehow he was caught up in it, too, and yes, part of Josh wanted it too. He ripped Alex’s light shirt straight down her back. The sound of tearing fabric and her seeming acceptance of being violently stripped inflamed him and he was rougher rending her Capri’s. When they lay in rags around her on the floor he didn’t hesitate for a second to truss her arms behind her, pose her in a highly submissive kneeling position and shove his strong fingers into her cunt. The things he was saying/bluntly describing would never have come out of Josh’s mouth, yet he could not deny that they did – only in another’s voice. It was scary and exhilarating at the same time. He would’ve expected this to be sexually charged, but it went much further. It was all about having power and taking power – even more intoxicating. When he realized that, he understood that whoever the woman was with him, she was the other’s and would always do as he told her …as she had so many times before, so very, very long ago.

Josh never questioned where the lash came from – or the bindings for that matter. They were simply there when needed and the other used them ruthlessly. The sound of lashes viciously whipping Alex’s thighs was revolting, yet it drew him in. Her acceptance of the punishment seemed to be transcendent – Josh didn’t understand how she could take it.

He was breathing hard and sweating by the time the whipping stopped. He felt strangely close to the woman before him. “There, there, my slut…,” the voice was still not his, but the tone was affectionate, even loving, “that was a long time coming, wasn’t it?” The woman whimpered softly, he thought there was something of Alex’s voice in her submissive moaning as Josh felt his fingers drenched in the flow of her hot, wet cunt.

HOW VERY GOOD FLESH AND BLOOD FELT AGAIN FOR JOSHUA MASTERS. He breathed deep as he got to his feet. ‘Enough punishment,’ he thought. His farm-hardened hand grabbed Lila’s braid. ‘How convenient,’ -- somehow he shared this thought with Josh as he pulled her up to her knees. He walked around, strutting, as if he was holding a dog leash, until he stood directly in front of her. Josh saw nothing in the pitch black, but he could hear and feel Alex panting expectantly inches away. The brass button was familiar to Joshua, but the zipper was momentarily confounding and even when he figured it out, Joshua did not trust it but slid it cautiously as if it might bite him at any second. The jeans dropped to the floor. “Oh my…,” Joshua said breathily as his fingers clasped around the full, rigid cock, “this will be a treat for both of us, sister dear – take me in your mouth.”

There wasn’t a moment’s hesitation. Josh felt himself enveloped in warmth and wetness and then the most compellingly sweet sucking that he’d ever experienced. His hand still held the braid – he willed it to let go, but it held firm – in fact he pulled it tight, forcing his cock down into the woman’s throat. How long had it taken her to master that without gagging? She was summoning his semen from deep down inside and he was beginning to feel it. “Yessss, little slut,” the other’s voice somehow sounded less strange to Josh, as if there were tones of his own voice mixed in, “show me your obedience and devotion.”

Josh’s toes involuntarily curled as he felt a profound spasm deep inside

 

[tmmmbrrr]

BAM! BAM! BAM!

There was pounding at the back door.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

"Sheriff's Department! -- Come on out!"

BAM! BAM! BAM!

"You have 10 seconds! -- Come on out! This is the Sheriff!"

The beam of light from the lantern came back on leaving Josh and Alex looking at each other in astonishment. They were naked and alone in the room.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

"This is the Sheriff!"

 

[Vailyn]

Joshua & Lila, Josh & Alexandra

He pulled her up by her braid. The burning pain in her legs screaming with each flex of her muscles. Tears fell like cleansing rain down her cheeks and she shuddered as one with the foreign entity that controlled her. She barely heard the command over the rush of her mental screaming. Yet, even she wasn't sure anymore if she was screaming in horror and pain or excruciating desire.

"Take me in your mouth.”

No! NO! She screamed inside!

But she did. The other heard the rough command and she eagerly opened her mouth wide. It was too much! A hard fleshy head beaded with moisture thrust into her mouth without giving her a chance to breathe or adjust to the wide width of the large erection. She felt drool spill out over her lips as he forced the rigid length into her mouth and down her throat without hesitation.

She knelt, hands bound, reigned by her braid in his fist, her mouth slack and her throat caressing his cock as she swallowed him down. The other moaned appreciatively and eagerly took him in. The burn of abused and aching muscles twined with the stinging pain of the strike marks on her thighs.

Her tongue curled and licked the spongy mushroom head and eagerly sucked the small spurts of salty musk as he pulled out and pushed firmly back in. He tasted like the lake water, a bit of the sea and that other which was entirely his own need.

Within a few strokes, that other was moaning madly, the sounds throttled by his cock and she squirmed as she rubbed her tortured thighs together. She wanted to know what it would be like to have him inside her. She's been dreaming about what the moment. She thought she would be afraid but the fear made her more eager for the experience. She loved the way he controlled her. Forced her to do things she had never imagined she could do. She loved how he praised her for taking the pain and gave her sweet release. She waited, wet, hot and willing for each time he pulled her aside and roughly made her orgasm by his hand.

NO! NO! NO! She shouted against the cascade of foreign thoughts. Denying the desires of the stranger and her own. For a part of her loved the taste that passed her tongue and she was eager to see how he would taste when he spilled in her mouth. She wanted it. She did. But the desire made her cry in despair inside.

His breathing became harsher, the thrusts came faster, his flesh pounding into her lips, flesh smacking into her face with brutal force, it seemed as if he swelled even larger, she was choking on it, unable to keep up with the harsh speed and she fought to breath, knowing she would drown in his release.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

There was pounding at the back door.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

"Sheriff's Department! -- Come on out!"

BAM! BAM! BAM!

"You have 10 seconds! -- Come on out! This is the Sheriff!"

The lantern's bright light flooded the room and exposed Josh and Alexandra.

Josh stood with his pants around his ankles, his thick cock shoved down Alexandra's abused throat, his chest heaved with effort of his body on the edge of fulfillment, hair wild, and his eyes glazed in passion and shock.

Alexandra knelt before Josh naked, the torn remnants of her clothes scattered on the dirty wooden floor, her hair mussed, sweaty tendrils sticking to her face, her thick braid wrapped in his hand, controlling her, her hands bound behind her, her whole body trembling before him and her eyes wide, dilated with shock and a terrible need.

She couldn't breathe and she choked on his cock, gagging on his hard length as her body fought to take in precious air. Tears fell hard and fast from her eyes and the screams she held inside poured out in stifled sobs. The hold on her hair loosened, her mouth and throat convulsing on his rampant staff was all he needed to explode. Spurts of heavy ejaculation burned down her throat as she fell away from him to crash onto the floor. She felt several splatters of the thick white semen land on her face and chest as she lay shuddering on the floor.

Alexandra shut her eyes tightly and curled into herself. It was eerie the way she cried without making a sound. She was crying her heart out but she barely made a sound. Somehow, she managed to turn from one side to the other, leaving her back to Josh. Beneath her bound hands, faint white lines marked her lower back.

Every part of her was visible in the harsh white lantern light. The small body with protruding bones sticking out from her collarbone, spine, ribs, hips and limbs. She was only skin and bones. The fleshy, firm curves of her chest and behind a stark anomaly of the whole.

 

[tmmmbrrr]

we'd better get out of here

The police were at the door and the naked girl at his feet was withdrawn and splattered with semen. It seemed like something that had happened before, only Josh could tell as he emerged from the fog of what they had just experienced that they were in the here and now and the sheriff was about to break the door down if he didn’t do something quick.

“OK! OK!” he yelled, “I’m comin’, OK!”

He wasn’t even sure where he and Alex were in the Masters Place. Josh pulled his jeans up and shoved his cock inside while it was still in the last throes of climax. The last spurts of semen were wet and warm against his skin, but there was no time to bother about that. Now that he was free from – what the hell was that??? – Josh’s instinct was to protect Alex.

“I’m comin’, OK?” Josh’s tone softened, but he didn’t go to the door. He knelt beside Alex and saw for the first time how emaciated she actually was. There was nothing left of her clothes – they’d been torn to shreds. HE’D torn them to shreds. Josh covered her with his own shirt and wiped a fleck of cum from her lip. She was nonresponsive. He left her with the lantern.

There was barely enough light for Josh to find his way to the back door. He kept repeating in a loud voice, “I’m comin’… I’m comin’…,” to keep them from breaking in. When he got to the door, Josh found two very serious deputy sheriffs on the back porch. Their patrol car was in the driveway at the side of the house with all its lights on and the senior of the two reported over a mic clipped to his uniform that the suspect had come out and appeared to be unarmed.

Shirtless, Josh started to shiver in the cool night air. His temper flared at being identified as the “suspect”, but he knew better than to show it – that would be a sure way to end up handcuffed in their back seat and he really didn’t want them to have any information about him, if he could help it. “Look, this is my place. I have it under contract,” Josh said. Something made him put his hand in his pocket just then, even though he’d been quite sure the pocket was empty, he felt a small card and he knew by instinct whose it was. “This is my real estate agent, Terry Simmons. You probably know her.” Josh handed over the card without even looking at it. “Call her – right now. She’ll tell you that this is my place.”

The younger of the two deputies took the card to the patrol car. All the other deputy would tell Josh was that there had been a concerned citizen report of suspicious activity and that they had heard loud voices when they first came up to the porch. “Is anybody else in there with you?” he asked Josh.

"No. Nobody." Josh said, "Sometimes I yell out in my sleep - that was probably what you heard." He could tell that the senior officer didn't buy his explanation and really wanted to get in the house to look around, but his partner came back from the patrol car and said that Terry had vouched for Josh.

“Well, keep it down,” the deputy told Josh, "We're on duty all night and I don't want any more calls about anything strange going on at this place."

Josh waited until the deputies backed down the driveway and pulled away. He went back in, not knowing what or who he'd find. Alex was as he’d left her, curled up on the floor with only his shirt covering her abused body. He sat down beside her. The room smelled of dust and sex. Even though it was beyond his control, he was ashamed to have treated her as he had. No wonder she was withdrawn, he'd betrayed her completely. Maybe, somehow there was a way to work this out, but right now there was something more important. Josh touched Alex’ shoulder, “Baby, we’d better get out of here.”

 

[Vailyn]

Alexandra and Josh

Pain in her legs flared stronger from the slightest movement. Alexandra huddled into herself and drowned in memories of pain. Memories she's worked hard to accept and put aside as her past. But those memories pounded her now and her whole body ached from the memories of past pain. Pain that cut her far deeper than the hard lashes that marked her thighs in brutal strips of dark red and bluish purple. In the few minutes Josh was away, Alexandra's tender thighs swelled from the bruises and she burned with a high fever.

When Josh comes back, he finds her lying where he left her. She's shivering from shock and fever. She doesn't even register his presence. Didn't even know that he had left and come back.

He touched her shoulder, “Baby, we’d better get out of here.”

"J-j-josh?" She stuttered in a raspy voice tight with tears. "Is-is it really you? Ar-are they gone? I-I-I" Her voice failed as a sob burst up from her chest, tore through her throat and passed her lips in a hissing cry. "Help me. It hurts! It hurts...."

Alexandra wasn't thinking. She was lost in the pain of the past and the present. She instinctively reached out to Josh and sobbed her relief when his arms wrapped around her.

Safe.

She's safe.

As long as Josh was with her, she's safe.