Raven of the City

[SexyChele]

Jesse

Vince's tenderness was unexpected - and very much appreciated. I had felt foolish acting as though I were still 12 - wanting to run home like a scared child. Perhaps that's all I really was - scared. And lonely. And maybe just a little angry as well.

As I settled on his cock, feeling him fill me, I felt as I had not felt with a man for a long time. Desire, yearning filled me. I leaned over tracing the scars of his body lightly with my fingers, looking into his eyes trying to let him know I knew what it felt like to have such scars - only mine were internal.

Bending down, I kiss the areas that have shown the ravagaes of what he used to do. The trail of scars....and tenderly kiss them, as I feel his hands lightly run across my body. I look up at him, and smile, bemused by his curious look. It has been a long time since a man has treated me as though I were a delicate china doll that could break easily, and I appreciated his efforts.

Slowly, I begin to move against his cock. Actually delighting in the way he was opening me and filling me. At first my movements are slow, languid, sensual. My hands running the length of his body, feeling the still well-defined musculature of his body. Slowly my mind fills with what Vince had told me. To take out the aggression - the anger against anyone who has hurt me.

My mind washes over Greg - suave, sleek, liar, pimp. The man who wooed me when I was 17 - convinced me to leave my parents, swore he loved me. And when he got me here, to this place, how easy it was for him to begin to sell my body. So we could eat, he said. More so he could fuel the drug habit he had. The beatings when I didn't want to "hook" for the evening, the beatings when I didn't bring enough home. Then mental and emotional breakdown of his cruelty. The insults hurled at me when he was without a fix - the breaking down of my very soul. The times I wanted him dead, to be free of him. And then the guilt when I received the call that he had been murdered in a drug deal. The sight of his body, cold and lifeless, on the slab of the morgue.

My mind switches to various men....men who like to beat women for the sheer pleasure of it. Men who like to humiliate women - all for a set price. The things they ask only of a prostitute - never their wives or girlfriends. The things they would kill another man for asking of his sister or daughter.

Lost in my own thoughts I lose consciousness of the physical. Vince's groans and grunts bring back to the present, and I realize that I am slamming my body down hard on his cock, taking all of it into my body with a force I didn't realize that I had. I realize my legs are shaking with the effort of pumping his cock that hard, and my body is covered with the sheen of sweat, but I cannot stop now. No, not now. Grabbing Vince's shoulders, I begin to piston my body on his cock - harder and harder, faster, until we are both crying out at the force. My hair is plastered to my face, and all pain has seemingly left my body, as I hammer even harder on the cock that I'm impaled on.

Without realizing it, I start to cry out as an orgasm washes over my body. Yet, even in the throes of an orgasm do I curse the very one who brought me here - whom I've grown to hate with every ounce of my being.

"Damn you, Greg! Damn you to hell for the bastard you were!" I yell as my body convulses with my orgasm and my cunt clamps down on Vince's cock. I feel his seed exiting my body and combining with my own juices as we both cling together - our bodies joined in ultimate release.

As though awakening from a dream, things come clearly into focus, and I am aware that I am breathing heavily and Vince's eyes are closed. Is he OK? Have I revealed too much? Have I hurt him?

Still sitting astride him, I'm not sure what to do, until I feel his hands gently rub my shoulders and pull me close to him. I bend over, my lips seeking his and am surprised at the passion of his kiss. Cuddling up as a small child, I lay on his chest, listening to his heart frantically beating, his lungs trying to return to normal, his arms around me, his hands stroking my hair....

As I snuggle into his chest, our breathing returning to normal, I glance at my purse and see the note that was left under my door earlier. Disengaging myself, I move over to where my purse is, pluck the note out, and sit next to Vince.

"I received this last night, and don't know what it means. Some one just slid it under my door - strange, huh? Anyway, it's a little unsettling, because I don't know who did it, but the note itself is strange. I was going to take it to Raven, see what he might say. But, well, here - maybe you can make heads or tails out of it."

I hand Vince the note I had received earlier - with the single line scribbled across:

"Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within."

 

[BLACK BART]

David

Pams words drive me over the edge, and I do something I have never done, blind or sighted....

Letting my cock explode its cum, I pump the entire load onto her, hearing her ooohs and awwws, and her compliment.

"You taste as good as you feel"

"You're quite a dish yourself, hotcakes" I tell her, suddenly drowsy from the days long events, as well as hours.."Lets continue this in the A.M., and maybe I can find out how well you taste" I question her ...


Hearing the deliberate rattle of the handcuff chains, I smile and tease her gently...."You're my prisoner remember? I need to be a good officer, and see to you personally, thru the night..if needed"

Laying behind her, on my side, I pull her against me, my chest still pounding from the sweet exertions, and place an arm over her curved hips.

"Unless you can find a better prison, that serves as good of a breakfast?"

 

[New4U New4Me]

Pamela Fox

There is something different about David that I have never experienced with anyone before. Granted I have had terrific, earth shattering orgasms with both men and women. David, however, seems to be able to tame my soul while igniting my body. His humor, his open heartedness and fierce love has softened my ever hard heart. My thoughts swirl inside of my head as an eye of a mighty hurricane.

"Yes, My Jailer, you would be severely derilict in your duties if you were to release your captive." He pulls me closer against him the dew of our aftermath mingling together. I am unsure of whether my heart or my head pounds harder. The headache must be a result of my tumultuous thoughts. Sleep ebbs quickly into my troubled mind.

 

[ariosto]

Vince

"Sounds like poetry. I ain't to good at figurin' that out Babe."
He was studying the note as he drank from the can of Heinekens they were sharing.
Jesse felt better than she had in awhile. What they'd done had been just what she'd needed and it felt like a thousand pounds had been lifted from her shoulders. She was still aglow with post coital euphoria and didn it want it to end.
What he said next came as an unwelcome shock.

"Let's go. Raven don't know everything, but I know someone who does."

"Can't it wait till morning Vince? Why can't we..."

They both stopped. The pounding on the door was not friendly.

 

[Guest]

Priscilla Winslow

The dream is a myriad of conflicting actions and emotions, shifting from pain and anguish to joy and peacefulness. Hands and mouth and other various body parts are probing and searching, the pain too intense at times to bear. And yet beneath it all I feel safe and secure. The face before me at first is my stepfather, the man I abhor and fear. Suddenly the image is transformed and David is smiling at me, his hands comforting my fevered body. I reach out my hand to his and plead with him for help. Help in comforting my mind and soul. Help to retain my fragile sanity. Help to open my heart to love.

I awake with a sudden start, unable to move my arms. My body feels battered and bruised all over. My main concern is the inabilty to move my arms, hands trapped behind my back. I open my eyes and attempt to focus in on the unfamiliar surroundings. Because of the darkness combined with the absence of my glasses I am unable to discern exactly where I am. The only certainity I know is that I am not in my own humble dwelling.

Shock and terror envelop me as I realize that I am also nude and obviously bound. My nightmares, I fear, have become a reality once again. Struggling and wiggling, I turn my self around, freeing myself from hands that rest on my naked buttocks. I must know who my captor is and what vile acts have been performed on me. From the pale beams of the moonlight I see his face. Tears stream down my cheeks as the realization seeps into my frightened brain.

"David! How could you do such a thing! I trusted you! Damn you! Damn you to hell!!!" My legs flail at him, connecting each time. My screams can be heard deep into the night.

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Priscilla and her secret

That was my post! Well, the secret is out and now you know why my cookies hate me...lol

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Alison Chambers

The limo is rolling and Ramon is unbuckling his pants, his eyes locked on mine. I can almost feel the heat rising from him, a heat that matches my own. The little scene back at the bar stirred me up something fierce. I’m a little sorry to leave the blond chick behind, but I know that Ramon is right. The girl who’s waiting for us back home (as if she has a choice to do anything but wait) is much better looking and promises to be more fun. Still, it might be fun to go cruise that bar by myself sometime, just to see if the blond returns. I have a feeling that she will.

Then Ramon’s hand is on my breast and I forget all about the blond. I slide out of my jacket and leave it on the seat beside me like a shed skin. We kiss again, tongues deep in each other’s mouths. Hands grope and grab, with no tenderness or finesse, only hunger. He pinches my nipple hard enough to make me break the kiss and glare at him, panting. He flashes me a cocky grin, and says, “Come on baby, you like it when I do that. You know you do.”

It’s true. My nipple is fully erect and throbbing, sending pulses down to my clit. I continue to glare at him for a couple of seconds, and then I start to giggle. “Damn, but you know how to get to me.” As his grin widens, I add, “But I know what you like too, baby.” And with that I reach for his pants and take out his hard cock.

He watches avidly as my face lowers into his lap. My lips slide over his cock and I slowly take it into my mouth. “Ooh yeah, that’s nice, Ali.” His deep groan of appreciation sends another hot pulse to my clit. I slip him in and out of my mouth a few times, at a nice leisurely pace, savoring every groan, every sharp intake of breath.

The limo stops at a light and I can hear the engine of another car next to us. I think about the car and its passengers – so close to us, yet unaware of what we’re doing in here (thanks to the limo’s tinted windows). Shit, that makes me so hot I can hardly stand it. With a growl I pull my head back, letting him slip out of my mouth. I straighten up, breathing hard, and look at Ramon. He’s giving me that shark grin of his. He knows what I’m feeling.

Somehow I manage to kick my boots off. They drop unheeded to the floor of the limo. My hands shake as I undo my belt and unzip my jeans. Ramon chuckles as I wiggle out of the tight pants and toss them aside. I’d laugh myself if I weren’t so desperately horny. Fortunately I neglected to wear panties, so there are no further barriers to what I want. In a flash I’m on his lap and his cock is inside me. I use the motion of the limo to help me ease into a nice steady rhythm of fucking. Ramon grabs my hips to help me out, and I brace myself by gripping his shoulders. The back of the limo quickly fills with sounds and smells of sex, and we settle in for a nice ride.

 

[PetePumpkinEat]

Pete

Hearing her screams for help I rush in quickly. I know that I have taken David by complete surprise!

"Take your fucking hands off of me!" I yell at him. "Who do you think you are? I am no faggot!" David just lies next to me with a puzzled expression.

The masculine voice emitting from such a feminine form must be confusing to say the least. He is just another that has found out my dirty little secret. How I came to be here, I have no idea, but he is going to release me now.

"Now take these damn things off of me this instant, You Bastard!"
I demand as I work my way off the bed and into an upright position. David jumps up, finds the key to the handcuffs and releases me from the constraints.

Searching frantically about I find some of David's clothing, don them quickly, and flee his apartment.

 

[sojournerwolf]

what is going on?

OOC:
this is an absolute puzzle...priscilla or pete? What is happening here?

 

[sojournerwolf]

Raven

OOC: Kitten Eyes, to help keep the thread moving, I am going to be brief and jump Raven ahead a bit.

IC: The Summoner is asleep as Raven slips from the room. Feasting on her energies has brought him a surfiet of power. Raven leaves without a backward glance, heading back into Old Towne and the Zone.

At a traffic light, Raven pauses, feeling again that intense sexual energy from earlier between two humans that was far more powerful than most Raven has felt in the vicinity of people having sex. yet, there is something else as well. A sense of...danger.

Raven looks around and sees a limo stopped at the light. Opening his mind he lets the sensations flow through him, the feelings...and as Raven does, the sense of danger becomes even stronger. And in the midst, Raven flashes again on the dream of spiders.

As the limo pulls away, Raven hails a cab.

"Follow that limo," Raven says.

One look at Raven's eyes is enough to cut off any arguments from the cab driver. They pull away from the curb, following the limo.

 

[BLACK BART]

David

Having stayed awake the entire evening, and trying to rationalize the events that has happened, David realizes to help someone, they first must want that help. This realization leaves him with a heavy heart, and a life here without usefullness.

Walking to the shack, he enters and removes all his personal effects, leaving the door open and a sloppily scribbled sign hanging on the outside wall. Returning to his apartment, he does the same, and packs everything into his war sack. Walking thru the open door, he tosses the key inside the apartment and walks out of the Zone..........


Swinging in the slight breeze, the sign falls to the ground, unnoticed.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Raven

As the cab heads towards the Zone, Raven is so intent on watching the limo he almost fails to see David walking away with what looks to be a bundle.

Torn between continuing to shadow the limo and finding out what is happening with David, Raven shakes his head. He tells the cabbie to pull over near David and wait.

Raven leaves the cab and stands on the sidewalk as David walks up.

"David," Raven greets him gravely. "Where you going, friend?"

 

[BLACK BART]

David

Hearing the car slow, and the light footsteps emerge from the door, David walks up to the Raven....

At his greeting, several things go thru his tired and discouraged mind.....

How alike and different these two are, both with their own handicaps, but both with heightened senses trying to make up for them...How in each of their worlds, they serve as soldiers, fighting thier own battles, for the ones they care for....

But the Raven's battle is here, in the Zone...where they can do the most good....David's was fought and lost a long time ago....

Not knowing how to say this to a being David has admired since they first met, and afraid the Raven will see his leaving as a form of betrayal, he can only honestly admit.....

"I'm going to find my past, Raven...and hopefully in it, create a future"

Having delivered the cryptic reply, he stands waiting what Raven may decide to do...and accepting it before it happens, as only a man who has no future can....

 

[sojournerwolf]

Raven

Raven listens somberly to what David says. Raven, with a past that extends back through the centureis cannot understand completely what it is David hopes to find. Yet, Raven has come to respect this man who has risen above what most humand would consider insurmoutnable odds to be a vibrant, vital part of Old Towne and the Zone.

Indeed, there are few humans Raven might think of as friends in the neighborhood. David is one of them.

"You'll be missed, David. By me, by Jesse, by many others," he says, putting his hand on David's shoulder. "You've been a great help to me in the past. I hope whatever road you must travel leads you back to us and soon."

Raven stickes his head in the cab door and hands the driver five twenties. "Take him wherever he wants to go. If this is not enough, see me in the Zone. Ask for Raven, and I will make up the difference."

Raven turns to David. "Knowing how sharp your ears are, David, I would guess you heard what I had to say. Good luck."

Raven clasps David's hand for a moment. He stands, watching as David gets into the cab and as the cab pulls away. If a creature such as Raven can know grief, the heart it does not have would be heavily burdened.

Taking a deep breath, Raven turns. The limo seemed headed for the Zone. Raven slips away into the alleys, the little known trail that goes into the heart of that neon haven for the lost and for those who want to be. He must know what this danger is that hovers above him, before it snares him in its web.

 

[THEBRAT]

Shirlene Vanderbelt/Artemis

David thought that he went unnoticed but Artemis saw and felt his pain!

I followed him down the street to his Apartment and from there out of The Zone!

I saw Raven and ran up to him I sat down beside him and forge a Telepathic link with him!

I say that David would leave even though you wanted him to stay it is the way that he works!

 

[sojournerwolf]

Raven

Raven looks over at the one who sits beside him. Her powers are differnt from many he has encountered the past few years, yet remind him of some whom he has known among tribes of people who once roamed this land.

"Yes," Raven says and it is with something that might be called a sigh. "Though Ihope he knows, he will always have a home here."

His black eyes without whites look at her. "Welcome to Olde Towne and the Zone. I would very much like to take time to get to know you better, but I have business tongiht I cannot let go unattended. We will meet again," he promises.

With that, Raven slips away into the alleys and side streets that will take him into the heart of the Zone, and hopefully, to the occupants of the limo whose very presence causes him more than a little uneasiness.

 

[THEBRAT]

Shirlene Vanderbelt/Artemis

Yes Raven we will meet again and very soon I turn and lope away!

I most soon go to fight for the Humans so know I will rest!

 

[ariosto]

The neon lights of the Zone suffused her body in shadowed tones of gold, cyane and rose as they tooled slowly through the crowded streets. Occasionaly Dirk blows the horn at the freaked out punks and society slummers that clot the intersections.
More than occasionaly he looks into the rearview and watches Alison Chambers supple tight body riding the Boss's cock. He's already jerked off once and is going for doubles...

Oh yes, nice rhythym...street vibrations, motor hummming, coming up from down low and riding Santiago's penis right up into her.
He watches her abdomen tightening above her mons as she contracts against him, then she rides him down real, real slow...all the way down, gripping him like a vise and sending tingling shivers through his body.

Ramon likes to watch her...
She grinds herself on him, rubbing her clit into the black thatch of pubic hair that she's pressed so hard against. Her eyes glow with a fever light.
Breath fast and deep.
Her fingernails dig into his chest, flexing like those of a cat.
Breasts swaying with the motion of the car, she leans forward and brushes her nipples across his.
He takes her beautiful face in both hands and draws her to his lips, snake tongues begin to dance.

Then she pulls away.
Her knees bend, thighs tighten, he feels her contracting again as she raises herself up...he see's his wet slick cock appear,
up...she clutches her breasts, pulling her nipples,
Up...The long curve of him seems to be holding her suspended for a moment while her muscles try to crush the swollen glans still sheathed within her.
She stays there for a moment as the car moves through traffic with people just a few feet away, seperated by thin glass. Dirk cums, shooting a second load into his handkerchief as he watches
her with fevered eyes.

Suddenly Santiago's hands are over her breasts, he has her nipples caught between thumb and forefinger. They squeeze!
She cries out...they squeeze more. Tears are in her eyes but the arousal within her turns white hot! She slides down down once again her hands lock around around his wrists, but his fingers are iron. Her tender buds are being crushed!
She wants to scream!..but instead she rises up his burning length in a frenzy and before she can begin her descent, she feels Ramon bucking upinto her, hard as steel and with the power of a mad bull...

 

[SexyChele]

Jesse

I catch my breath at the pounding on the door, and look frantically at Vince. The knocking continues - more like pounding, and my heart starts to hammer. Grabbing a robe as Vince slid on his pants, we look towards one another again.

Vince makes a move towards the door, but I signal to him to stand behind it. After he makes sure he will be unseen, I open the door as far as the chain will allow. There standing on the door step is a homeless drunk, I'd only met a few times before. I glance at Vince, and then open the door.

"Yes, what is it? What do you want?" I ask the man whose name escapes me.

"Sorry to bother you, miss, but I think there's something wrong with Burns -"

Before he can finish his words, I rush past him out to the sidewalk. I recognize the bulk leaning against the curb as Old Man Burns alright. I approach him, calling his name, but there is no response, no movement.

"Drunk again," I mutter to myself.

I lean over and start to shake him, and his head lolls to one side, mouth open, eyes staring blankly up at me. I hold in a scream and jump back quickly, only to run into something. This time I do scream as something wraps itself around me, before I realize that Vince is standing behind me, his arms about me.

Staring down at the old man, my eyes well with tears and my shoulders start to shake.

"Aw, Jesse, he's jus an ol bum! It was bound to happen - you know what life is like here!"

Leaning into Vince, I nod my head.

"Yes, I know. But he was different, you know? Some of these people you just connect with on a certain level."

Just then I noticed something pinned to the front of his filthy jacket. It was a piece of paper, folded, with just "Jesse" written across the front. Snatching it from his body, I opened and read it. As my face turned pale, I felt faint, and had it not been for Vince, I would have fallen. Grabbing the note from me, Vince read it for himself, then looked at me gravely.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Raven

Raven makes its way with swift silence through the night. With no eyes to see the creature, it can move far more quickly than in the company of humans.

Raven emerges from an alley to see the tail lights of the limo as it crawls down the street. Intense waves of sexual energy seem to emante from it, yet at the same time, the image flashes in Raven's eyes of two spiders mating. For a creature who has faced death many times over the centuries, Raven has becomd nearly immune to fear for itself. But a cold shiver takes it.

Suddenly, from not too far off, there is a scream. Raven's head whips around. Jesse! Raven turns and runs towards the sound, no more than an echo now. He turns the corner and sees Jesse and Vince, with a body at their feet. Raven realizes it is Old man Burns. There is no sense of life force coming from him.

Slowly, Raven approaches. Vince is holding Jesse tightly. Raven can sense something has passed between them earlier. He walks up to them.

"Vince. Jesse." Raven says in his soft voices that carries through the night like a breeze. He sees the paper in Vince's hand. He looks at them, waiting to see what they may say.

 

[ariosto]

The note was written in a crude hand with what appeared to be a red crayon...

'He was useless as are all the Satan Spawn from hell and i the BloodRestorer come again to vengence him and the whores and demons that comfoted him and he is not the one alone but many will be my victins the one who is a great Blackbird and the Great Whore and the Man of Fists and the Darkman and Darkwoman will fall so sayeth the LORD of Wrath.'

"Screwy, Jess...whoever wrote this is nuts."
Vince crumpled the note in his fist and knelt beside her.
"Come on Baby...let's call Saint Ignacious, they'll send an ambulance."

"No need for that, he's dead." Tears were rolling down Jess's cheeke when they looked up and saw Raven.
"Take a look at this Blackbird. Whaddya think?"
Vince handed him the note.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Raven

Raven smiles thinly at Vince and takes the note. While Raven reads it, he's also casting mentally for whatever emanations the writer might have left as a "mental signature". Raven's eyes narrow. There is a coldness about the note, a calculation quite at odds with the crude writing and vehement phrasing. And somehow, quite faint, is the feeling of...spiders.

Raven looks at Vince and Jesse. "I suspect," Raven says quietly, "that there is far more to this note than appears." He nods towards the corpse. "Whoever planted this may be trying to draw attention away from others."

Raven looks back towards the Zone. "I think some of the answers may lie that direction. What have either of you heard about someone moving in, maybe dealing a new kind of drug?"

 

[THEBRAT]

Shirlene/Artemis

As I was almost to my resting place not far from Jesse I hear a scream and I get a very Strong Mental Image of Death!

I see three People standing together around a Homeless Man Vince,Jesse,and Raven I turn and run as fast as the winds!

I run so fast past the three people that I look likea blur of fur I run around the dead body in a giant clockwise circle!

I then turn and repeat my run in counter clock wise circle I stop right where I first began my circle I Transform back into my Human Form!

I am in My Native Dress of Power I call upon Mother Earth and all of The Animals to protect this Man and I Especially call upon The Male Wolf,The Eagle,and The Horse!

Grandfather you shall go to your eternal rest with all of the honors of my People!

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Alison Chambers

My senses seem hyper-aware tonight. I can clearly hear Dirk’s grunts and soft sighs as he jerks off. His voyeurism is a huge turn-on – we’ve fucked in the limo a few times before, and each time he was at the wheel, glassy, lust-filled eyes flicking up to the rearview every few seconds to watch the action. The knowledge that he’s watching, and maybe wishing that he was in Ramon’s place, adds fuel to my fire. Then I forget all about Dirk as Ramon’s fingers mercilessly crush my nipples in a pincers grip.

The sensation makes my nerves light up like a pinball machine. My sweat-drenched hair whips around my face and shoulders as I raise and lower myself faster and faster. I let out a small, quavering moan. The pleasure/pain coming from my nipples is almost too much to bear. I try to pry Ramon’s hands off me, but to no avail. I have a flashback to my brief career as a hooker, when this weirdo trick put binder clips on my nipples and yanked on them while he fucked me from behind. That hurt like a sonofabitch (and after I had his money safely tucked away, I returned the favor by grabbing his sack and squeezing his nuts until he squeaked like a mouse), but it didn’t feel like this. This hurts, but it feels good too – each pulse of pain reverberates in my clit until I feel that I’m going to lose my mind.

Ramon bares his teeth at me in a huge, almost satanic grin as he drives himself into me. His cock feels like an iron bar inside me. I respond by grinding my needy clit into his pubic bone on every downstroke. All I can think about is the need to cum. Nothing else is important. He can sense this, and his grin widens as he twists my poor tortured nipples yet again. I yelp with pain, grind myself against him one more time, and then my body spasms with the first shocks of orgasm.

As the pleasure washes over me, Ramon is slamming into me faster than ever, showing no more regard for the tender walls of my pussy than he has shown for my nipples. His roughness sparks even more pleasure from my jangled nerves. My moans and his labored breathing are the only sounds in the universe. I can sense that he is on the brink too, and it will take very little to push him over.

 

[TygerEyez]

Alex

ooc: just dropping in to let you guys know I'm still here, and loving the thread. Just not sure what time it is, or where to throw Alex.