Raven of the City

[THEBRAT]

Shirlene Vanderbelt

As I walked into Licking Lizard I asked for the pretties girl in their Establishment.

A girl by the name of Pamela was brought to me.I made her a deal in exchange for a different set clothes I left my expensive clothes and left the building out the front door.

Who ever was tailing me would have a tougher time of it now because I didn't stick out like a sore thumb.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Raven

Mind scent flares in Raven. The woman Raven had thought might provide some nourishment is brushing by them in different clothes: tawdry, gaudy ones. Inwardly, Raven smiles; the hunter within usually enjoyed a challenge. This human female has enough sensitivity to know she is being watched. But, she can have little idea how. Raven has grown familiar enough with her thought patterns now to trail her anywhere.

Raven decides the woman must think she has been spotted as a possible rape or robbery victim. Raven disdains rape, save when that is the fantasy drawn from the prey's mind which will provide the greatest release of sexual energy through the prey's orgasm. For that is how the Raven snares. Bringing to the forefront the deepest desires, the most erotic fantasies of the prey.

Raven concentrates and sends a strong telepathic current into the woman's mind as she strides away. Touching the very core of what she considers personally erotic, it will echo in her mind, grow stronger with each passing minute until she will be like a beacon to one of Raven's abilities.

Then, Raven will decide whether to go find her or not. If circumstances prevent Raven from tasting her this night, feeding upon her ecstasy, she will at least have some very, very nice dreams. Or, as has happened infrequently, she will seek out Raven, if her human vestigal telepathic powers are stronger than most.

Raven turns back to Jesse. "I'm sorry, Jesse. What did you say?"

 

[Redon]

Santiago

There is a place in Old Town on the edge of the 'Zone', that few people know about. Very few...
And those that do will swear to you that it is sometimes there and sometimes not.

Tonight you will see an old door, once green now mostly gray and cracked. A dim light bulb in a grilled metal housing above serves to pick out the cracked and peeling textures of it's surface.
The alley is littered with debris and located off one of the side streets that lead into the sick and neoned heart of Scag Row. If you were one of the derelicts that wondered by you might think of it as a place to flop and let the muscatel or crack or sterno or whatever have it's way with you but if you did you wouldn't come out alive.

Santiago watched the monitors briefly and satisfied again that the building was clear of any threats, flipped the intercom and ordered the girl sent up.
He walked to the one way glass and looked down into the dim hellish glow of the streets caused by the flickering sodium vapor lights that hadn't been shot yet been shot into darkness.
He saw his reflection briefly and smiled, they'd done a good job once again. Tall and lean, his face narrow, high cheekboned, aquiline nose, sensuous lips.. Black hair, slicked back against his skull. He'd grown a short beard to complete the image. His shirt was white and revealed dark skin beneath. Pleated black trousers, hand made shoes from Milano...Yes.

He heard the sound of the lift and a knock at the door. He motioned for the Tyrone to open it and a girl was thrust roughly into the room. Dog stood behind in the shadows grinning.
Santiago peered over his wire rimmed glasses and frowned.
The big man took the hint and the doors shut. The elevator descended again.

He walked over to the girl and lifted her chin. She was terrified of course. Her eyes were wide, the pupils dilated, tears had streaked her mascara. Her blouse was torn and one ripe breast was nearly exposed. Her short red skirt was bunched around her hips and he saw exquisitly shaped legs extending from it.

"Don't be afraid. Your in good hands..."
His voice was soft and low...comforting. His smile sent
knife blades through her heart.

"A red head. What are we going to do with another red head Ramon?"
The woman's voice was a sultry near match for his own. In the shadowed light all the frightened girl could see from the floor was black four inch stilleto heels and a pair of very elegant ankles...

 

[Blaque Gurl]

Faith Anderson

She was literally trembling as she stepped inside of the coffee shop across from the Licking Lizard. Of course, she still looked perfect...still like the perfect sexual dream that every man wanted. Espessally those who've never had a Black or Latina woman. Or those who were addicted to them. She remembered having the door slammed in her face by the mousy girl. Some thanks for helping her out. She remembered how she picked up two men...wanting a threesome with her. How she had let them touch and abuse her body....how she had locked herself in the bathroom of the cheap motel after they had left, and cried. Her whole body hurt...but they were satisfied and she got her money. She thought about how she'd never had a orgasm in her life, and how she had never let a man that wasn't paying her to touch her.

She had cleaned herself up...perfect once more and headed out. Now she was at the coffee shop. She needed some caffine in her system before she headed back out on the streets. She ordered a cup of coffee, thinking of how the usual bums on the street and men who wanted a cheap thrill shyed away from her. Like they knew she was high class, and shouldn't come near them. What kind of woman would wear all pure white in the Zone?

Taking her cup of coffee, she sat across the small table from Vince. She had met him in passing, maybe they had spent the night together. She always blocked her customers out, so she never knew if she had "usuals". She knew his name...but that was it. Taking a sip of the steaming liquid, she slowly looked him over with those steely eyes.

 

[SexyChele]

Jesse Parker

As Raven and I enter the club, I notice that he appears to be checking out Pamela. I say appears, because Raven never seems to be checking out females the way most men do. He rarely gives a curious glance to a woman, but rather seems to study her, almost as though attempting to penetrate her brain.

I smile and over the din of the music I state, "She's a tough one, alright." Yet, I can tell that Raven is not with me - his mind has drifted. Almost started he eventually returns to me to ask what I had said.

"Oh, nothing, really. But if you are thinking of approaching Pamela, beware - that is one tough cookie! Well, I hope you can stay for my act, but if not, well, maybe another time. I gotta go and get dressed. See you later perhaps."

I reach up and give Raven a peck on the cheek as I squeeze his arm, before making my way to the back of the club to finish changing into my costume.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Raven

Raven nods absently and watches Jesse leave. Her affectionate kiss on the cheek is one of those human rituals that still puzzle Raven. Yet, even so, it sparks a soft glow unlike hunger that is in itself a different kind of pleasure.

Knowing Jesse will be a few minutes preparing for her act, Raven steps outside the club. Raven is still of half a mind to follow the woman seen and marked earlier, but there is other business to attend for Raven has seen two people tonight that on occasion have proven useful in Raven's self appointed mission to serve as protector and avenger in Old Town.

Vince is still at the coffee shop, a young woman, Faith, as Raven recalls her name is seated across from him. Raven decides to wait to approach the ex-boxer and glides instead to the newsstand kept by David Bren.

David is something of a puzzle to Raven. Within the man is a sense of serenity Raven has not often encountered, yet at the same time a coiled tension as of a great spring just waiting for the trigger to be released. In some ways, David reminds Raven of the young general Vespasian, years before he became one of the greatest Roman Emperors. Though memories of that time are vague, Raven still recalls the impression, that of intelligence, of wisdom, of strength greater than most about, yet kept carefully under wraps.

"Evening, David," Raven says, picking up a paper and laying a fifty down before the man. It is folded is such a way David will know instantly the denomination, and that Raven is seeking information. And has some to provide.

"You've heard there was another tonight?" Raven asks softly. "Even if it's not made the papers yet. Number seven. Cecily Amber, the one they call the Starling when she dances at the club. She was still alive an hour ago when they found her over at Pine and Madsen. No i.d. so the police may not have made her yet."

Raven waits to hear what David may have to add. He's a cagey man, plays his cards close to his chest. Still, Raven knows that whatever David tells him can only help to find whomever has been beating, even killing their neighbors.

 

[BLACK BART]

David

"Raven, how are things with you" I greet the man I've come to know as an enigma on these streets. The word on the street about him is he is deadly, not a person to be trifled with. But also there was an undertone he was looking out for others, not just himself.
Accepting the bill, I feel the fold of it, and pass him a second paper as I answer him.

"Yeah, I heard, and heard this isn't the only berg this has happened in. Make sure you read the paper, it has an interesting article on the third page."

Smelling a familiar perfume on his clothes, I smile as I recognize it.

"Raven, watch yourself" I warn him softly, dropping my voice "There is word of a big move against you, someone out for your blood, when I hear more I'll let you know"

As I feel the second paper leave my hand, and his peculiar footstep fading, I call out to him cheerfully. "And say Hello to Jesse for me, tell her to stop and visit sometime!"

Turning at the sound of a paper sliding, but no coins, I snap my hand out and grab a thin wrist. "You going to need change for that buster, or do I keep the whole hand for payment?"

 

[Guest]

Pamela Fox

I am always hyped up after my nightly performances. Tonight I feel the need to release the sexual tension that built up earlier. Before her untimely demise, Luscious Lane, real name Sandy Simpson, and I had been known to explore our mutual sexuality. No one could really say that we were close, exactly. Love is for fools who have nothing better to do with their time. I had grown quite fond for her, and I probably could admit that I miss her from time to time. But, shit, I could find what she gave me anywhere I want. No tears will be shed by me over her coffin. I have been things to do with my time.

As I walk out the side entrance, Bull follows me, offering to walk me home. "Look, shit for brains, get a fucking clue!! I don't need you and I will never want you! I can take care of myself, thank you very much." To prove my point I open the switchblade and hold it between us. I smile wickedly while I watch his expression turn from admiration to primal fear. I turn around and briskly move across the street, wondering how long it took Bull to regain his composure.

First stop, caffeine! The aroma attacks my senses. It is a combination of old grease and fear. The scent of fear is caused by the inhabitants of the small shop. They all have some reason to be afraid. No one will ever smell that emotion on me.

"Hey, Sissy Boy!" I laugh as I see Vince sitting at a table with a local hooker. "been in any good fights lately?"

"Had a good ass fucking lately?" he banters back.

I stand for a minute pretending to contemplate the question. "Well, let's see....since the last one I had was you, I would have to definitely say NO!"

The patrons in the shop stare at us, wondering who is going to attack first. In one swift movement vince is face to face with me. His expression is one of mock anger and the silence in the room is so thick you could taste it. Suddenly his head bends into mine for a long, soulful kiss. My hand reaches between his legs and grabs a handful of cock.

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Priscilla Winslow

All the hands are reaching out to touch me in places that are sacred to me. I gather the courage to look up at the culprits, but there is only one man in front of me. All the groping, probing hands stem from one being. In every dream that has ever plagued me, it is always his face that I see. His face that I fear. I try again to scream, to make his octopus arms retreat. But, I still have no sound emulating from my lips. I can only hunch down in the darkened corner.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Raven

"Thanks," Raven says casually, taking the paper, "I'll take a look at it."

Apprehension seeps into Raven at David's words of warning. while Raven's mind does not function exactly like a human's, the Raven has for some time now been haunted by a vision. A large spider web appears, continuoulsy being spun larger and larger. But, it is not a normal web. Instead, many small spiders seem to scurry back and forth to victims caught in the web, carrying them back to the center. In the center, Raven senses two others, larger, far more deadly. One sometimes moves swiftly across the web or in a stalking manner, striking with a deadly viscousness then returning. The other...the other is larger still and though it seems to barely move, Raven can sense it controls the others, including the one Raven thinks of as "the huntress". The spiders, all of them, bear human heads, though as yet, Raven has not seen their features clearly.

Sometimes, during these visions, the faint cries of the victims brings Raven out of these visions or wake the Raven. Yet, it is not that which causes a chill to penetrate to the very core of Raven's being...it is the sense that the web is being spun in Raven's direction. And Raven is powerless to move.

"Thanks for the warning, too," Raven replies in a softer voice, "Anything you hear would be appreciated." Then, in a more normal tone of voice, as he starts to walk away, Raven cheerfully says, "I'll tell Jesse you asked after her." Raven is not sure what causes him to say what comes next, yet it spills out.

"She's a good woman, David. Almost like a sister to me. And..."
Raven has no idea what to say next, so Raven just turns and heads towards the coffee shop to see if Vince is still there.

A commotion is taking place in the coffee shop. Raven watches from the window with interest. The one called Faith has risen and backed away from the table while Vince and, of all humans, Pamela Fox seem to be in the middle of a confrontation. Suddenly the man grabs Pamela and they engage in a deep kiss whose wild sexual energy sharply reminds Raven of the hunger within that must soon be fed. Raven watches with interest, though, for it is a fascinating spectacle to one who, though living among humans, passing as one of them for centuries uncounted and using them for Raven's own ends, still finds them a source of deep and abiding interest.

 

[Blaque Gurl]

Faith Anderson

Quickly, she had slipped from the coffee shop as Vince and some slut began to go at it...Hmmm...what was her name again? Angela? No...Pamela...She had never liked her much. Too loud, too vibrant...just too emotional. Stepping up to David's newstand, she placed the change on the counter, taking up a newspaper.

"Hey David..."

Her voice was quiet, and and she didn't meet his eyes.

"Is everything alright, Faith?"

She nodded in response, heading off in the darkness.

"Peachy."

Quiet footsteps finally brought her back to her to her apartment.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Raven

Raven notices the woman called Faith slip out of the coffee shop. A heaviness seems to hang about her all too familiar. Raven has seen it on those before, the survivors who sometimes question why they even try to keep going.

She's new to the neighborhood, but she is of the neighborhood. Which is why when Raven catches a glimpse of a furtive shadow behind her as she leaves the newstand, Raven follows.

the woman is so caught up in her own thoughts, she does not realize the danger. Raven does. By now Raven has identified the stalker as a minor mugger and lowlife called, "the Tailor". the monicker was hung on the creep because he used a pair of scissors when threatening his victims. Though this is not the one who has been assaulting other women of Old Town with such splashy and deadly results, still Raven's jaw tightens. Raven has had dealings with the Tailor in the past and gave fair warning then for him to take his business elsewhere.

Evidently, thinks Raven with a bitter wryness, the Tailor must have thought I was joking.

It is along that stretch of Pinebox Avenue where the streetlights only faintly sputter that Raven decides the Tailor will make his move. Silently, Raven slips into one of the alleys Raven knows so well and races ahead, slithering like a lizard up a rusted fence and back through a service drive until Raven is at last hidden along the path the Tailor and his intended victim are walking.

Still, the woman seems to not be aware of the danger she is in. Raven. Raven shakes his head. Such preoccupation could cost her dearly. For now though, the Raven merely watches her pass from a pool of light into the engulfing darkness. The Tailor has become bolder now, and is no longer lurking in the shadows but padding more quickly after his intended victim on crepe soled shoes.

The Tailor is scant yards away from the woman, scarcely breathing, when fingers like steel cables wrap around his throat and arm, choking off all sound, dragging him back into the alley.

Raven disdainfully draws Tailor's hand out of the ragged Army surplus jacket he wears and with little effort squeezes the man's hand until it opens and the sissors drop quietly onto a trash bag.

"You were warned, brother," Raven says softly, looking deeply into the terrified man's eyes. Tailor struggles but cannot escape the grip on him.

Almost lovingly, Raven reaches up with the hand not at the Tailor's throat and seems to caress the man's face. The Tailor stiffens, begins trembling. His mouth opens in a scream that will not come, his neck muscles taut with strain.

For it is not only Raven's power to excite the orgasmic of the human brain to enhance the sexual energy on which Raven must feed, but the other side is Raven's greatest weapon.

Reaching deeply into the Tailor's mind, Raven drives Raven's will ruthlessly into the place of the Tailor's most deep seated nightmares, where in the subconscious emotions and thoughts of death and sex mingle. Extracting the most savage of these Raven can find, Raven draws it in, then pours it back to the Tailor in excruciatingly vivid detail.

The whole process takes but a few minutes and when Raven is done, the Tailor is gibbering, slobbering as he falls to all fours. Raven leans back against the brick wall, exhausted by the effort, catching breath.

Raven leans down and tilts the Tailor's wild eyed stare up.

"You will leave," Raven says calmly, "and not return."

The Tailor does not seem to have heard the words, but Raven knows they will linger in the man's mind, like an open wound.

Raven leaves the Tailor in the alley, curled into a fetal position and weeping. Raven has little doubt the Tailor will eventually find the strength to stumble out of that place. But, Raven knows, it will be a long, long time before the Tailor will be able to even think straight enough to once more take up his depredations.

Raven brushes off his hands and steps out onto the sidewalk. The young woman is gone, unaware, Raven hopes, of what has just transpired. Raven turns and heads back towards the bright lights of the Zone. After all, he did say he wanted to see Jesse dance tonight...

 

[Blaque Gurl]

Faith Anderson

She knew. She felt the man's vibes flow over her body...and she knew he wanted her tonight. So, she had pretended that she was in her own world. Bracing herself. She had waited and nothing came. The way she was feeling, she probably would have ended up killing him. Not like she needed his blood on her hands. She already had her own.

Making her way into her apartment, she kept the lights off. Not wanting to see the cheerful colors of her walls. Slowly, she undressed. Her dress going into her laundry bag to be washed, her shoes in the closet. She stepped underneath the boiling hot streams of water coming from the shower head. She washed and scrubbed her body, until it turned a bright pink. Washing away the fingerprints that tarnished her body.

Washing her face of the make-up, and pulling those blondish curls into a ponytail, she looked younger...innocent. She slipped on a pair of navy blue Nike sweat pants with red racing stripes running down the length of her legs. A red wife beater, that clung gently to her body, and navy blue Reebok Classics. She stepped out onto the tiny landing that was a so-called balcony, and let the soft breeze of the night caress her face. The calling of a loner.

 

[SexyChele]

Jesse Parker

Slipping into the backstage area, I'm thankful that most of the girls have left. Being one of the last acts to go on does have its advantages.

I quickly slip out of the dress I'm wearing, and pull on the simple white blouse and short pleated skirt to complete my outfit. As my name is called for next, I strut up to the stage and begin to move to the pounding beat of a song that almost primeval. As I go through the motions of teasing and grinding, I place my mind in another dimension. I've never liked this job.....but I need it to pay the rent. Some of the girls get a charge out of it, I never did.

The skirt is whisked away in a flash, closely followed by the blouse. Taunting and teasing in time to the music, I allow my eyes to cross over the audience and, yes, there in the back is Raven. So he was able to make it! My mood improves, and I start to throw myself more into the music - slowly and tantalizingly undoing my bra and slinging to another part of the stage. Strutting over to the pole and hooking one leg around it, I slide my body up and down, letting my auburn hair trail down my back. Bending backwards, the illusion is that of me seducing the pole, letting it have its way with me. And as I twirl and slide along it, in stockings, heels, and thong, I am constantly intrigued that something like this can turn men on so much.

From the hoots in the audience I presume they like it well enough, but then most of them are drunk and willing to think any half-way decent looking female is the answer to all their prayers.

The song finally finishes, and I make my down to the crowd to pick up any tips that might come my way - along with the pinches and comments that I could very well do without. I hurry backstage to slip on my dress and walk back out to the bar, where I see Raven is still seated. I walk up to him with a smile.

"Hey! I'm glad you could make it. So, what did you think? My heart really wasn't into it for some reason tonight, but I made out halfway decent in tips so I suppose it wasn't that all that bad. Mmmmm....think I'll have a drink and then head home."

 

[sojournerwolf]

Raven

Raven smiles as Jesse approaches the table. Her dance had all the right moves, but Raven could sense something more troubling her, something that had kept her just barely off beat. Still, it was a good performance, one Raven could appreciate considering how when in female mode, Raven acquired the cash necessary to maintain some sembalance of normality among humans.

"Very, very nice," Raven says as Jesse sits. "If you get any better, the other girls are just going to give up and watch you for pointers." Raven hides a faint smile as Jesse's eyes widen on her recount of the evening's take, realizing that her quick glance at the tips had not revealed the size of some of those bills. Raven had given just a little bit of help wityh the audience in Raven's own way, not nearly as powerful as when Raven, in the guise of Miranda, played the audience while dancing. The growing hunger, the exertions just a little while ago, left Raven feeling more than tired, actually weary.

Besides, Raven thought, it's not as if she really needs help to garner such rewards.

Still, it was a habit with Raven when here, to help those Raven knew. And perhaps it meant Jesse might not need to supplement her income by finding what she referred to as "dates". Raven did not completely understand why, but it seemed to cause Jesse more than a little saddness to do that.

The waiter brought Jesse's drink, and Raven sipped the glass of water previously ordered.

"David said to say hello," Raven said, "asked you might stop by and see him sometime."

 

[ariosto]

Vinnie

"You have a way of scaring off the competition Pamela.
Turns out that Doll and I have a lot in common. Poor kid shouldn't be out on the streets alone."

The stripper smiled and sipped sizzling coffee between her teeth.
"You been here all night Vinnie, I thought I saw you when I came in for my first gig."

"Hell no! I been out trying to bag the 'Old Town Ghoul' or whatever the fuck they're callin' him now."

Her eyes flew open and she pointed a spike pointed nail at him.
"But Vince I thought you were the 'Old Town Slasher"

He grabbed her wrist and leaned close over the table.
"Naw I'm the 'Old Town Lover', lover...need a ride home?"

"Darn it and I was so looking forward to being raped too."

He picked something off the table,
"I can manage that and I won't even cut your throat...
here Baby you dropped a lash...Jesus it looks like a damned spider!"

"Hey Ossie!", he yelled,
"Call us a 'checkered'."



OOC: Last post made in pain and duress...but my god this thread is moving! Get on the train or get lost!

 

[THEBRAT]

Shirlene Vanderbelt

I felt him probing my mind I'm not without mind warnings of my own!

I might as well give the hunter a very good run for both of us to enjoy the jruits of victory.

 

[SexyChele]

Jesse Parker

As I sit waiting for my drink I recount my tips and stare at the money in my hands. I could have sworn I didn't have this much when I had gone backstage! I put the money away, thinking I may have miscounted somehow in the rush to change and get out of here.

When I get my drink I smile at Raven's compliments. I know that i was slightly "off" tonight, but somehow he always makes me better.

"Yes, well, we'll see about the other girls coming to me for pointers! But thank you, Raven, your words mean a lot to me.

"So David said to stop by? Hmmm....he can be so mysterious. But I do have to admit that I find him a little attractive!"

I blush slightly....these are things I usually confide in Raven's sister about! I finish the last of my drink, and hop off of the bar stool. I give Raven a smile...

"Well, I'm off to home. Made enough tonight I don't have to see any dates tonight! Hmmmm....maybe a long bath and then to bed. Or a late night coffee. Anyways, you take care, Raven, and I'll see you later."

As I slip out of the club, I notice David is still on the corner. I'm a little torn, but I figure what the heck. I walk over to the corner, and before I can say a word, David greets me by name. How does he do that?

"Hi, David, how's business tonight? Is the morning paper in yet?"

Nosing around, I spot something that looks interesting. I pick it up, while putting down a dollar, he suddenly reaches out and grabs my hand....

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Alison Chambers

“A red head. What are we going to do with another red head, Ramon?” I was only pretending to be exasperated. I didn’t care one way or the other about her hair color, or any other aspect of her appearance. No, the only thing that mattered was the fear. And this pretty young thing was frightened, all right. I could almost smell the fear coming out of her pores.

I stepped forward, my heels clicking on the floor, and stood before her, studying her intently. In my stiletto heels I towered over her. She craned her neck to look up at me. Her eyes were wide, wet and helpless, and her bottom lip quivered. She seemed to be pleading silently with me. Perhaps she was thinking that I might intervene on her behalf, out of some warm and fuzzy notion of “sisterhood.” I stared back at her, allowing her to experience the full effect of my amused contempt for her. It took only a moment for her silent plea to crumple and die. She trembled and a black mascara tear slid down her streak-marked cheek.

The black tear caught my eye and then suddenly I wasn’t in Old Town. I wasn’t even myself – or, rather, I wasn’t Alison Chambers. Twelve years disappeared in an eyeblink, and now I was sixteen year old Alice Chamsky again. I saw my own tear-ravaged face staring back at me from a bathroom mirror, felt the fear and shame as my stepfather pounded on the door and hollered for me to come out. Get your ass out here, young lady! Or I’ll kick this fuckin door down!

Then the vision was gone as quickly as it had come, leaving me somewhat disoriented. I blinked and took a deep breath, then another, scrambling to reestablish control over my emotions. This sudden flashback was puzzling to say the least – I hadn’t thought about my old life in years – but I couldn’t afford to think about it right now. It was already fading, becoming distant and unimportant, and I pushed it even farther from my mind. Focus, dammit, I told myself. If Ramon sensed any weakness in me, the consequences could be disastrous for me. Another deep breath and I felt calmness descend upon me.

I turned to Ramon and gave him a playful smile. “Let’s have a closer look, shall we?” I said. My tone was light, almost jaunty, betraying nothing of the struggle I had waged just moments ago.

I reached into the pocket of my black leather jacket and withdrew my switchblade. I clicked the button and the six-inch blade sprang into life, catching what little light there was in the room. The girl whimpered.

“Sssh,” I whispered. “Be a good girl. Don’t move a muscle.” I touched the tip of the blade to the rip in her blouse, then swiftly drew it down. The fabric parted easily with a slight purring sound. She swallowed hard but remained motionless, hands at her sides as I sliced her blouse off her body, flicking the discarded material to the floor. I had done this before, and I knew just how much pressure to apply in order to cut the garment without harming the skin beneath. In seconds she was standing topless before us. She dropped her gaze as her face and neck flushed a bright pink.

“She’s modest, this one,” I said to Ramon. “A good quality to have, or so I’ve heard.” I chuckled, partly from my enjoyment of the girl's discomfort, but mostly from relief. I was myself again.

 

[Guest]

Pamela Fox

"Don't tell me, the "King of Cheap" is gonna spring for a taxi? What's with the whole seduction thing you trying to pull on me? Come on, Sissy Boy, my place is only a few minutes walk from here." I grab him by the hand, lift the cape's hood over my head, and walk briskly to the sleazy motel.

I quickly open the door and push Vince inside. For a brief moment I stand just looking to my right at the librarian's door.

"Hey, what are ya waiting for?" Vince asks, his shirt already unbuttoned and his arms stretch out.

I thought for sure that I had seen that mousy tight assed librarian staring at me with disapproving eyes. Well, fuck her and her high and mighty stares.

I enter the room and tackle Vince both of falling onto the bed. Vince was always up for a good fucking. Rough hands, both mine and his, rip through the confines of clothing no longer needed. His mouth meets mine in a violent passionate kiss. I return each fervent movement, our tongues snaking urgently through each other's mouth. I am like a wild animal bursting to release pent up sexual tension. His teeth find my turgid nipples, biting, pulling almost drawing blood. These actions are driving me farther into the depths of raw need; need that boils beneath the surface, threatening to spill over on us.

Vince's rage within his body is equal only to my own as I impale myself on his hardened cock. Neither one of has any need to exchange niceties, those words that are spoken to impress and seduce. This night is made for fucking, not some poet's flowery lines of love and caring. Raw need! Raw passion!

Each of my brutal thrusts are matched by one of Vince's. His hands reach around and grab my ass cheeks, spreading them apart to gain deeper access into my cunt. His hands viciously kneads me, fueling my rage which in turns fuels my passion. My hands shove his mouth back onto my breasts, his mouth sucking, his teeth nipping. My head thrown back, my crimson nails digging into the flesh on his back, a rush of fluid flows out of me. The climax is so fierce that I scream, a bone chilling, piercing vocalization.

 

[TygerEyez]

Alex Castle

I slammed into my car, nearly shattering the glass as I tried to control my anger. Sonovabitch Coroner, trying to tell me about my job? Bull shit! Just tell me what killed the perp, and I'll form the profile. Idiot.

I glared at the back of the black "van" that held the body, cursing it under my breath as it pulled away. It there was nothing more I hated, it was someone underminding my job. I made it through Quantico, buddy, so fuck off.

I sighed, easing the tension from my shoulders when the flipping of a note on my windshield caught my attention. I smiled slightly as I rolled down the window and retrieved it. Of course. Raven. Only he did something like that. I looked around the scene carefully. But just when did he have time?

Slowly, I realized. Shit! He'd left this earlier... much earlier. Cursing again, I started the car, and pulled a u-turn. I was going to have to do some major ass-kissing for the information he'd have.

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Priscilla Winslow

The pain is so severe I think that I shall die. Burning flames encompass my body, hotter than hell could ever become. His hands! His mouth! His...His...I can't bear the thought of the last body part.

The perspiration lingers on my body, resting between my breasts. I am still somewhat unconcious, trying to shake the dream. In the near distance I hear a scream, piercing my soul. The voice sounds familiar and yet sounds like it emmulates from a deep, dark well. I squeeze my eyes shut, place my hands over my ears and try to drown out the obvious noises of animalistic mating rituals.

As quick as it all began, it ended and began again. My body is sinking into the quicksand that is my soul.

 

[Silverlily]

The Summoner

Flexing her long fingers, the summoner peered out over the city. The drone of humanity used to annoy her quite a bit, but now it had settled into a barely noticed thrum. She rose from her seat by the east window to move to a northern view. In the dark glass, she could see her own reflection superimposed over the buildings below. A serious face surrounded by long silver hair regarded her with green eyes deeper than the sea. The only other hint to her many years were the frown lines lightly carved in her brow, the rest of her face looked like stone. "Huh," she muttered, "one would think you never smile."

"Pretty sight that would be," her reflection answered, "going about grinning like a half-wit simpleton. Fools smile, and I am no fool."

Something out in the night caught her attention, an awareness not like any human, something older and hidden. It could only be Raven. Something about his kind had always fascinated her. Perhaps it was their strength and vivacity in comparison to her still and solitary life. For just a moment the boredom threatened to crush her. "Oh poor me!" she bemoaned in mock rancor. "What ever shall become of me?" Snorting in the decidedly un-ladylike fashion, she wrapped the sense of Raven's presence around her, wearing it like a long-lost lover's caress. She was tempted to beckon him, but decided to wait. It would give her something to look forward to.

 

[Guest]

"God Damn Baby. You didn't wait for me!"

Vinnie reached behind her back, locked his fists and rolled her over. Her head was hanging off the side of the bed and he reached down took her face in both hands, kissing her brutally and swiveled her on the bed.

"Grab those bedposts bitch, I'm going to fuck your brains out."

She did. She knew the kind of wild ride he was about to give her.
They'd played this scene before.
His powerful hands began squeezing her breasts, forcing the nipples to pop through his fingers. She felt his entire body turn to steel as he pulled out of her, untill just the tip of his thick curving penis was still between her labia...
Pam locked her legs behind him. Her hands clenched down on the bedposts. She stared right into his eyes.

Then...
Then he drove himself into her with all his strength! His cock slid through the wet tunnel of her pussy, pushing so deep she thought she'd split in two. The thrust drove her a foot towards the head board.
He drew back again almost all the way ...and then another...and another...and another...
Sweat flew off Vinnie with the force of each blow. He knew she liked it rough and by God that's what he'd give her.

Again and again his cock drove into her, pushing her, raising her.
splitting her. She squeezed on him desperately, trying to hold him in...but he was relentless. He could not be stopped.
He felt the force building, a great dark wave and he was riding the crest....

"Is that...the best...
you got...Vinnie...":
she managed to gasp out.

"GAGGRRRRRR!!!!"
and he was over the edge, bringing up load after load of hot semen, filling her twisting pussy with it and exploding all over her belly and tits.

He falls across her panting body. Lays still for a moment.

"What now pussycat?"

 

[ariosto]

OOC: It's me . what the Hell am I doing wrong.