Raven of the City

[ariosto]

Posting for Redon...as Santiago

Ramon looked at the girl...young, maybe too young. A bit plump but good clear skin, cute and possessed of extraordinary breasts.

He put his arm around Alison's waist and was whispering close to her ear.
"Mexico maybe...Brazil. They like them like that down there."

"OH? You plan to export this one? Not for home consumption?"
Ali continued to stare straight at the girl. 'Red Skirt' noticed and started towards them, hips swaying provacatively.
"Come into my parlor..."

Ramon nodded towards her as she approached them.
"I saw youz lookin' at me. Y'want somethin'?"

Santiago looked at Ali and grinned,
"How delightful! A perfect Lady!"

"Fuck you Jack, I wuz talkin' to the bitch."
His hand shot out and closed over her mouth, clamping her lips shut. His arm snaked around her back and crushed her against his chest. Ali moved to screen them from the crowd but no one would have bothered taking notice anyway.
The girl struggled and kicked as Santiago dragged her towards a deserted table in the darkest corner
of the club.
Alison was passing money to the bare breasted, leather clad waitress who had let them in.

Once at the table, Ramon picked the girl up easily and laid her on the top. He released his hand from her mouth but put his other one tightly around her throat.
"Shut up kid. No one's going to hurt you, just lie still."
It wasn't his reassurence that shut her up. It was the hundred dollar bills that kept dropping from his hand and fluttering onto her red sheathed tits.



OOC...Posted this for Redon.

 

[SexyChele]

Jesse

The cruel ringing of the telephone jerks my brain awake. Turning over, I grab the offending piece of machinary before the 3rd ring.

"Uh..yes?" my voice, husky from sleep and Vicodin, asks in a somewhat shaky manner.

My eyes shoot heavenwards as I hear the voice of the manager of the Lickin' Lizard on the other end. Evidently, he's gotten my message and is not at all pleased that I will not be able to perform for the next few nights. I get the 3rd degree in a BIG way, and finally, I cannot stand it anymore.

"Listen, you wouldn't want me there anyway, the way I look. Look, I'll be back just as soon as I can! And if you can't handle that, then find yourself another girl!"

I slam the phone down, and realize instantly what a huge mistake that was. My head is throbbing slightly. However, the Vicodin has seemed to help my body somewhat....I don't feel the bruising as acutely as I did before.

Rising, I make my way to the kitchen for a drink of water. As I turn, I see something below my door. Picking it up, I open and read:

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

Hmmm...what an odd thing to say. But where did it come from? I didn't exactly lead a life that was full of amourous suitors pounding down my door. I fold up the paper and start to throw it away. Thinking better of it, I stare at it again.....then fold it carefully and place it in my bag. Who knows? If it's a love note, it will be one of the very few I've ever received.

I clean up a little, noticing the swelling on my jaw is still there. My eye is almost completely swollen shut. Hmmm....well, nothing to be done about that. I still have on the short cut-offs and cropped tank top from the night before. I shrug my shoulders and slip on a pair of sandals. Maybe some fresh air - even in the beginning humidity - might do me some good. Grabbing my bag, I head out of the aparment. Stopping before I get to the street I put on an extremely dark pair of sunglasses.

Not really knowing where I'm going, I just start walking in general. Maybe I'll run into Raven, share my little "love letter" with him. I smile at that. I think he would as well. I come up to the newstand and see David talking to Pamela. I had planned on getting a paper and maybe a few magazines to keep me occupied for the day. Don't know if I really care to meet up with Pamela....not sure what is going one between the two of them, really, and maybe I shouldn't interrupt.

Ah, the hell with it all. I walk up to the stand. Smiling at Pamela, I look over at David...

"Morning, David. Can I get the morning paper and a couple of magazines? Let's see, I'll take these three....how much I owe you?"

I reach for my bag, pulling out my money...

 

[TygerEyez]

A sharp ring resonated through my ear, forcing me to open my eyes and roll over in bed to answer it... wait a minute. Bed? How the Hell..? This wasn't my room..

"Hello?" I winced at the sound my own voice made: scratchy and definately hung-over.

"Good morning, Miss. This is your wake-up call." OOoooh.. too perky in the morning. Yuck.

"Wake up call?"

Mr. Perky must've blinked, rechecking himself. "Yes, of course. The man you were with last night insisted upon it. Set for 7 am precisely, and that is the time."

My turn to blink. "Man?"

"Uh... yes, ma'am... the gentleman was quite insistent... I uh.."

"Never mind, Kid. Thanks for the call. Hey, would you mind doing me a favor? You guys got coffee down there? Great, grab the biggest cup you can find, and fill it to the brim with the strongest pot you've got going, okay? There's a tip in it for you..."

"Oh, yes! Yes, ma'am. We'll have it waiting for you. Thank you!"

I hung up and dropped my head into my hands. It had to have been Raven. I remember hearing him ask how everything was going.... but after that everything just melted away somehow.

Standing up, I was in even more of a predicament. Stretching as I always did, I was aware that I was colder... less covered.

"Oh, shit..."

Hurriedly, I grabbed my jeans and t-shirt and slipped them over my head. I gathered my hair into a loose ponytail, grabbed my purse, and frantically searched for the keys. Luckily, Raven left them with me... Dunno how he got out with the door being locked from the inside. I wonder...

Oh, great. Now I was thinking like some Mulder and Scully rip off. I needed my damn coffee.

ooc: SJ, feel free to ignore this "time" thingy I had to put in. I needed to get my character going. I'm going to delay her by breaking up hte posts somewhat. Y'know.. a post in the lobby, a post down the street, a post while I wait. Take your time.

 

[Guest]

Pamela Fox

I notice Jesse walking up the sidewalk out of the corner of my eye. I am sure that David senses her impending arrival, as his senses are finely tuned. I look at her luscious form and wonder how it would react in bed. I see some abnormalities about her face. Usually she is quick to flash a smile and yet today she seems distance; removed from her surroundings. Suddenly I spy the swollen jaw. I know exactly what happened to her without even asking.

"Hey, Jess...." I say to her with a nod of my head, leading her away from the newsstand for just a moment. Normally I wouldn't be so damned nice to anyone. "I wouldn't let NO sonofabitch touch me the way some fucking John obviously touched you." I reach into my bag and pull out my spare switchblade. "Next time someone tries to fuck you up that way, slice him from stem to stern!" The malice and hatred rising in my eyes with each word.

I leave the switchblade in her care as she follows my path with a confused stare. Back at the newsstand I turn my attention back to David. His thoughts are distanced as I know he is attempting to figure out what is going on with Jesse.

"So, Paper Boy...whaddya say...." my sentence fades off, knowing that no further words are necessary. I wonder how close he is to Jesse. Then I again try to imagine her writhing body next to mine.

 

[BLACK BART]

David

The morning is passing quickly, my regular customers making their quick purchases, leaving behind their cash and a few words of what has happened in their world, and the people in them....

From behind me I hear the teasing words "Hey paper boy" and I turn smiling a greeting, as I realize the bearer of the voice....

"Hey " I return the greeting, a tiny bell in my head giving a warning "How's it going?"

At the scent of her strong perfume, and the sound of her sultry voice, I wonder just who I am talking to...My questions are quickly disspelled as she makes her intentions known, and her desires....

"Pam, right?" I question "I have to keep this shack open, its my only income right now" I backpeddle..."Maybe later? When I close it down?"

I realize, foolishly, I'm talking to thin air, as I hear her footsteps moving towards Jesses voice asking me how much she owes me. Brushing my fingers across the rows of magazines, I state the amount, and feel her hands press the cash into my hands.

Hearing Pam's words, first clearly, then as they grow distant, I hear only the venom in her voice, as she speaks to Jesse. Concentrating, I can only catch fragments of the short conversation.."I...NO....fuck you up....slice....stem to stern..." The broken sentences create no coherent meaning, but by the tone spoken alarm me, as I listen.


"Jesse" I call out "You forgot your change", then turn to Pam, questioning, as she walks towards me, her heels clicking...

"Pam, whats up with Jesse? This is the first time I've heard her in days...and what did you say to her?"

For the first time in years, I curse my blindness, for the answers I need to see, and how it prevents me, as I wait for either girl to reply to me......

 

[THEBRAT]

Shirlene/Artemis

As I look down at Jesse sleeping peacefully I smile and laugh at the way that I was Third degreed!

I knew that she would be safe for now but that I just might not be very welcome around Jesse anymore! Until she has come to full terms in her mind and can accept me for who and what I am?

There was also another reason for me being here to correct a very grievious wrong that I had done by accident!

I just hope that this person will let me correct my Very Grievious Mistake!

Also to help them to heal outside & internally because it was my fault that they were injured in the first place!

 

[SexyChele]

Jesse

I look at Pamela with some confusion as I heft the weight of the switchblade in my hand. Her words were almost frightening to hear - the level and pitch of her tone made it seem as though she had been the one beaten.

Following her back to the news stand, I glance at David. I really didn't want to say anything in front of him, but there is really nothing for it now.

"Pamela, thank you for the gift of the knife, but I really don't think it would benefit me all that much. Besides, it's more likely that I pull a knife on a john, he would pull a gun on me. I don't like those odds.

"And as to what happened last night?" I go on further, bringing my hand to my jaw, "Well, a knife would not have stopped either of the men from doing what they did. One knife against two men is not good odds. But I do appreciate your concern."

I return the knife, and turn to David, thankful that he cannot see that my cheeks are burning. I reach out my hand, placing it under his so he can feel it.

"Thank you, David. I'll see you later, ok?"

He drops the change into my hand and I shove it into my bag. As I reach for the items I've purchased, the magazines fall to the floor. Reaching down for them suddenly causes the bruise to my lower back to unexpectly shoot strings of pain through my back and lower abdomen. I cry out in pain, tears springing to my eyes.

I manage to gather up the magazines and prepare to leave, when David reaches out and touches my arm...

 

[BLACK BART]

David

Hearing the moan of pain from Jesse, the words I overheard, and the return of Pam's knife to her, begin to paint a picture...

A very horrid picture, that screams at me, of my past and a promise I made...

"Pam, watch the shack! Please? I owe you one...." I say over my shoulder, as I lift myself over the shelf, and still touching Jesses arm, pull her aside....

"Jesse" I growl, anger at what I've imagined building in me like a fire under a boiler...."Whats going on, Dammit, I cant see, but I can hear...."

Several excuses escape her lips, and I toss aside each, demanding the truth. When I do hear it, Jesse gives it to me thru sobs, her head leaning against my chest, her tears soaking my shirt...

With each sentence from her sobbing voice, my own past screams at me, as her terror parrallels that of mine own....

Demanding each detail, the anger inside me builds, as does the pressure in a boiler and I form a plan......Soothing her with gentle words, I brush her hair back, and removing her glasses, use my "hanky" to wipe the tears from her face.....

"Come with me" I tell her gently, leading her to the diner, sticking my head inside the door.

"Shell, Get your ass over here!" I demand harshly, all thoughts of politeness gone in my words.

"What the he......" Shell returns, halting as he comes around the counter, his fists clenched.

"Dont ask questions, Sarge! Just take this lady home! On the double, dammit!" I demand again, an edge creeping to my voice..."NOW"

"Jesse, Shell will make sure you get home, OK? And this time you STAY there!" I say mildly, as I turn away.

Walking across the street, and making a straight line for the shack, I ignore the sounds of tires screehing as they dodge my form.

"Pam, thanks for watching the shack" I say, smelling her perfume as I slam each panel down "I owe you one....."

Locking the last I realize, not caring, of the huge mess I'll have to clean up inside...the papers all piled inside as I shoved them off the counters.

Turning towards Pam's scent, an afterthought strikes me and I ask her...

"You offered a knife to Jesse, and she returned it right? How about loaning it to me, for the day?"

Sticking out my open hand, I feel the cold steel touch it, ,and I close my fingers around it...

"Sure you know how to use that paperboy?" She asks me, a strange tone in her voice.......

 

[New4U New4Me]

Pamela Fox

I agree to watch the shack and wait patiently for David's return. When he comes back his movements are rapid but purposeful. I realize that he too now knows Jesse's story. The anger inside of him is onvious. Then he askes me for the knofe that Jesse refused.

"You sure ya know how to use that, Paper Boy?" Not that I mistakenly think he is unable to handle himself but I do know he has a disadvantage. "Could ya use a pair of eyes? I wouldn't mind getting my hands on those assholes myself. Men who beat on woman should fuckin' pay!" The anger now seething within my own body. Too many memories from a time long past.

 

[BLACK BART]

David

Sometimes friends are made slowly, over the years, growing together...and sometimes they are made of necessity, in the heat of the moment, or battle....

Stopping at Pams suggestion, I quickly think it over...."I will need eyes for this one" I admit, reasoning creeping in "I have the address where the bastards live, they took her to their house, the idiots!"

Anger creeps back into my voice, as I layout my plan.."I could use your eyes, to get me there and your body...to get us into the house. I want the older man, the one with the mustache, he fancies himself quite a tough guy"

Shaking my head as we walk, the words from Jesse's mouth still echo in my ear, of how he liked to use his fists....

"Pam, hail us a taxi, if you can down here, I want to get there in time for you to see the house, so you can describe it to me" I tell her, the plan now solid in my mind "I'll fill you in on whats going to happen as we ride over there"

 

[New4U New4Me]

Pamela Fox

"Well, Paper Boy, I was hoping you'd use my body for selfish reasons, but hey, what the hell! As I said I wouldn't mind gettin' my hands on those Bastards, myself!" I hail a cab and it pulls quickly to the curb. We enter the vehicle and David gives the driver an address. The blood is coursing through my veins as the anticipation mounts.

My long, red nails rake the flesh on his legs. I don't want him to forget my growing hunger for him.

"Hey, Dumb Ass," I yell at the cabbie, "Can't ya move this car any faster. We're in a hurry here! And keep your eyes on the fuckin' road instead of the god damned rear view mirror." My words strike the fear in him that is intended. David turns his head towards me. Damn it! Sometimes I can be just a little too crass for my own good! But, hell, that's just me. I put on airs for no fuckin' body!

 

[Silverlily]

the summoner

At first the blue powder puzzled her, there is nothing emanating from it. Odd, everything has a signature. Letting the silky grains run over her fingers, she pushed her mind down deeper, sliding through consciousness like the powder in her hand. There, just beyond the edge of her perception was a sickly glow. Stretching out precariously past safety, she tried to get a better look at the light. Before she could react, she felt her mental platform crumble beneath her and she began to fall. Crying out in her mind, she felt a cool solidity behind her, then Raven's strong hands holding her.

Quickly, she broke her trance, grateful to be able to do so. She turned and buried her face in Raven's smooth chest and waited for the trembling to subside. "I caught its essence just before you caught me. It is the stuff of helplessness and fear. Its purpose is to shatter resistance and render the victim incapable of controlling him or herself. It does this by diminishing the essence of the victim." She had felt the sickly light pulling at her during their brief connection. The memory made her shudder. "Where did you find this?"

The chill of Raven's skin was soothing, driving away the fear. His hunger was powerful, almost tangible. With a wordless moan, she reached for him, pulling his mouth down to hers, consuming his kiss like a starving animal.

 

[BLACK BART]

David

Listening to Pam berate the cabby, I grin, the faster the better!

"Pam, listen to me" I tell her, as I turn towards her voice... "Once we get there, we'll make a big play at being lost, and you leading me around....The two men we want are suckers for the helpless and weak, and will leap at the chance, all you need to do is knock on their door...After you tell them our story, it will be a matter of minutes, and we'll being returning the treatment they gave to Jesse...."

Leaning forward, I query the cabbie of the time, and how soon darkness is coming....

"Christ, mack, are you blind?" His harsh voice replies...Pulling off my dark glasses, I shove my face forward and reply

"Anymore stupid questions, cabbie? Now Answer My God Damn Question!"

" Sor sor sorry bud, I had no ideaaa" the cabbie apologizes "It's 6:30, and dark in 15 minutes....hey we're here, and this rides on me, OK?"

Feeling the car slow and pull over, I take a deep breath, and say..."OK, Pam, here we go...make it good, and lead the poor blind man around....then walk over to house 69 and knock....."

 

[ariosto]

Vince was taking Faith back to the Coffee House trying to explain to her how he'd found Mother on the night he died.
A bad trip a VERY BAD trip, whatever they'd cut the'horse' with had done him in. Lying dead in an alley in the darkest part of the zone. He'd been a helpless addict for more than a year. Everything was gone...he welcomed death. Then Old StickBob had gathered him up and brought him to the Temple, He remembered seeing Old Mother's face when he came back to life and...

"Hey Champ! Whatcha got there?
How bout it Tyrone, she looks like a 'Sister'to me Maybe the Champ here will move over and let us fuck her."
Dog and Ty, Santiago's goons were blocking their way.

"You want sloppy thirds Ch..."
Dog had been expecting the left hook. He was looking for it and blocked it. He failed to see the switchblade gleam in Vince's right hand as he
slashed it across the big man's wrist.
Blood fountained from the severed artery and Dog staggered back against the wall cursing and screaming, desperately trying to staunch the violent bleed with his other hand.

Vince spun around ready for Tyrone but stopped.
The tall black man had an arm wrapped tightly around Faith's stomach and was holding a 45 automatic to her head.

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Alison Chambers

The girl’s eyes grow wide as she watches the money fall onto her chest. Her mouth is a perfect O of surprise. She raises a hand to touch one of the bills and I grab her wrist.

“Not so fast, hon,” I say, grinning at her. “Ain’t no such thing as free money, didn’t you know that?”

She stares up at me, confused. Her earlier belligerence is gone. Now she looks like an overgrown child playing dressup with her mommy’s clothes. She’s definitely not a pro. Just a lonely kid out looking for some thrills.

I gesture at the money that lies on and around her body. “Ever have that much money at one time before?”

Ramon loosens his grip on her throat so that she can answer. “N-no,” she whispers.

“What do you think a person ought to do to earn that kind of money?”

She licks her lips. Her eyes dart from me to Ramon to the money on her chest. When she looks at the money, a hungry, almost lustful expression crosses her face. I can almost see the thought processes going on in her skull. I know that she is running all kinds of possibilities through her mind, testing them. Trying to think of what she can do that will get her the money without making her hate herself in the morning.

A few moments creep by without a reply from her. I sigh and roll my eyes. “Well, I’ve got an idea,” I say. I let go of her wrist. Immediately her other hand clasps the wrist and begins gently rubbing it. Tender skin, I think. Interesting.

“For starters,” I say, “I think you ought to show us if you’re wearing panties under that dress.”

“What?” She blinks up at me.

I roll my eyes again. “I don’t like to repeat myself,” I say. “The next time you ask me to repeat myself, I take back one of those hundreds. Got it?”

She nods rapidly, eyes wide.

“Okay then. I’m gonna say it again, but this one’s a freebie. Lift up that dress and show us if you’re wearing panties.”

“All – all right.” She rolls to a sitting position and scootches her ass to the end of the table. Her slightly chubby legs dangle. She grasps the hem of the dress and begins to pull it up.

Ramon looks around to check if anyone is watching us, but most of the clubgoers are fixated on the sex show. We three are all by ourselves in this dark, deserted corner of the club. He and I grin at each other, and move to stand in front of her, effectively blocking anyone else from seeing what is going on.

The girl lifts her hips and finally manages to raise the dress to her waist, revealing a red silk thong. Her untrimmed bush peeps out above the top of the panty. Ramon and I stare openly at it, making her blush.

Neither of us speaks for several seconds, as she squirms with embarrassment. Finally Ramon says, “You’re not a natural blonde, I see.” I laugh and the girl blushes even more deeply.

 

[Blaque Gurl]

Faith

She walked along the sidewalk quietly with Vince, allowing him to speak, explaining how he had come to know Old Mother. His story was cut short, when these two men, she knew their name's were Tyrone and Dog, blocked their way.

"Hey Champ! Whatcha got there? How bout it Tyrone, she looks like a 'Sister' to me Maybe the Champ here will move over and let us fuck her."

She remained calm, first looking Dog, then Tyrone in the face...her face and eyes expresstionless.

"You want sloppy thirds Ch..."

She didn't see the struggle as Tyrone's arm slipped around her stomach. She tensed, hating the feel of his chest to her back...his errection to the small of her back. She was about to pull the pistol Vince had given her, when she felt the cool metal at her temple, and thought better of it.

She saw the surprise on Vince's face when he turned around, ready to take Tyrone on, and saw him with his arm around Faith.

''If you try to save her, Champ, I'll blow her fucking brains out, then yours.''

She fell limp as Tyrone dragged her down a near-by alley, the pushed her violently against the brick wall. Her head colliding with it...warm liquid running down the back of her neck.

He put the gun down, and began to unbuckle his pants.

You better suck my dick good, bitch.

Then, there was the sound of a gun shot.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Raven

Raven feels the Summoner falling in her mind. His own alien essence weaves a rapid web to catch her before she descends into that darkness so very close in the minds of all humans, even one as powerful as the Summoner.

Her words cause a cold knot to form within Raven. Over the centuries, Raven has heard whispers of just such a substance, far more profound than the trivial narcotics humans have used to expand or shrink consciousness. If this is truly that concoction, there are far more ramifications to it, ramifications Raven will need all his concentration to explore.

Raven guides the Summoner's mind back away from the precipice into which she almost fell, leading her into another place, another state. Raven feels her desire growing as she follows him. He returns her kiss with the controlled ferocity of his peculiar predatory instincts. Tongues weave a writhing waltz, probing, exploring as they have before, yet each time new.

The Summoner's body is taut against Raven's warm on cool. Her flesh ripples against his, breasts insistently pressing to Raven's chest, nails slowly digging into his pale skin, thighs pushing against him. His erection is hard and long, pressed against her belly. Raven can feel the warm, rich fluid of her passion coating the base of his shaft and scrotum.

Yet, there is more, far more than physical desire here, even of Raven's desire to feed. What the Summoner has long felt was payment has a deeper reality. Raven, years ago, realized the Summoner had the potential to move beyond even the greatest of human mages. Slowly, over their on again, off again contacts, Raven has been chipping away at those preconceptions which block most humans from ever developing their latent powers. And, as he has done this, Raven has led her, step by slow step towards the greater realities of the nature of the cosmos.

Raven's hands move along the Summoner's body in slithering caress, coming to rest lightly upon her face. His fingers find the spots of contact that will link them in body and in mind.

The air about them begins to crackle with power as outside the storm picks up. Wind howls past the windows as thunder snarls to the rhythm of increasing lightning. Raven ruthlessly drives his consciousness into that of the Summoner. Though of all humans, she alone is most able to resist him, she releases her barriers until she is drawing him deeper, deeper into the shadowy recesses of her most intimate desires.

Raven probes deeper, worming his way into her mind, his consciousness flickering between male and female alter egos until his very essences seems in the Summoner's mind to be a writhing, fluctuating essence of genders.

"Your fantasy tonight," Raven demands of her, "reveal it to me..."

The Summoner's self discipline is great enough she can set aside her barriers of all too human resistance, and draw the Raven towards yet another layer of her sexual desires, pouring it out to him...

 

[ariosto]

Ramon Santiago

"How many guys have you fucked honey?
Santiago begins the interigation.

"I donno...lots."

"How many girls?"

"ahhh....some. a few. sure...a few."

"How old are you?"

"Twenty one."

"Twenty one my ass. You maybe eighteen and you never been with anybody at all."

"Bull shit Mister, I...."

Alison slapped her so hard she fell backwards.
"Show some respect to your elders Sweetie."

"How much money did we lay on you?"
Santiago reaches out and and picks up a bill.

"I don't know."

"Whaddya think Ali, about 12, 13 hundred?"
The girls eyes light up.
"You want to keep it little slut?"
She nodded.

"Okay strip."
She looked around franticaly.
"Hey were in a club, I can't just..."

Alison smiled wickedly,
"Sure you can Sweetie, I made sure no one will bother us."

"And when your nice and naked, we may just let you fuck us, right Ali?"

"Could be...could be...now start peeling or the money disappears...fast."



OOC...Secrets out. I cannot log back in as Redon. Ariosto is trapped forever in LIT.

 

[Clarrissa]

Victoria Brice

Tory sat at her dressing table brushing out her shoulder length, brown, hair. She knew she had to go back to the district but didn't relish the thought. The area displayed all the seedier sides of life that she choose to avoid, yet her client was paying well and she had accepted the job.

Looking over her extensive wardrobe she chose pair of black leather pants, and a red, short sleeve, angora sweater. The pants fit like a well tooled glove showing off all her curves to perfection, the low cut sweater added just the right amount of appeal to allow her to fit into the crowd but not give the appearance of being sluttish. The choice of shoes was not so easy, she hated that part of the city with its muck and grime, choosing a pair of ankle high leather boots with heels to give the added height her 5'3" frame needed. Giving herself a final once over in the full length mirror she grabbed her purse and keys and heads down to the front lobby of her uptown apartment, having already called for a cab. She would never think of bringing her BMW to that part of town.


Per her instructions the cab had circled blocks surrounding the "Licking Lizard" twice. She just couldn't bring herself to tell the driver to stop. Finally on the third pass she stopped him in front of the place. Why someone would want to buy up this part of town was beyond her. Handing the driver a $20 bill she stepped out of the taxi onto the curb and surveyed the doorway before approaching it.

 

[New4U New4Me]

Pamela Fox

The cabbie pulls over and I exit the vehicle, reaching my hand into the car to retreive David. We make a big show to prove the helplessness of my companion. I look up the street and spot the house number.

"Okay, David" I whisper to him, "there are four steps, evenly set, leading up to the door." I inform him of these facts to aid him in a swift quest after our prey opens his door. I place David's hand on the railing and ascend the steps.

Knocking sharply on the door, I hear heavy footsteps approaching and hear a deep voice, "Who is it?"

"Hey Man, can ya open the door please? I seem to be lost and in need of assistance." I assume he looks through the peep hole due to the fact that he pauses in opening the door.

I smile at his presence in the doorway. "Look Man, I got this John here who pissed off our cab driver and now I have no idea how to find his house. The dumb ass is blind and cannot tell me the path to his fucking house. Can ya help me out here?" Leaning into his ear, I whisper, "I can make it worth your while," while I nip at his earlobe. Pressing my body against his, I realize his growing interest in helping me out. Arms wrapped around the bastard I await David's next move.

 

[BLACK BART]

David

Stumbling thru the open doorway, I emphasize my clumsiness, as I turn and bump repeatedly into the furniture, clearing a small circle in the room.

"Hey, man....Sit down, before you fall and break your neck" A gruff voice tells me, his hand on my shoulder turning me towards him.

Hearing Pams' murmered encouragements and the moans accompanying them, I shove my hands ahead of me, fingers flailing the air in a gross paradox of balance. As my hands touch hisn face and shoulders, the act stops, and seizing his head, I ram my thumbs into his unprotected eyes. Stepping quickly toward him, I raise my voice in a loud apology, covering his cry of pain as I slam my knee into his testicles.

"OH, Pardon me" I apologize a second time, feeling my kneecap connect dead center, and his balls crushing from the blow. My fingers still grinding into his eye lids, I force his head downward, and introduce his mouth in turn to my rising knee. Hearing a strangled yelp from behind me, I release the now limp weight, hearing his body hit the floor and turn questioning.

"Pam, I hope you didn't kill the bastard, he's the one I want to talk to first"

"Naw, Honey, Just put his ass on ice, so to speak" I hear her coarse reply, and then laugh at her description of how she had conned him into dropping his pants. "The bastard was in such a hurry to get off, he didn't even realize I had a knife to him, till he felt the edge on his cock" She tittered...

"Get him undressed, and sit his ass in a chair" I tell her, reaching down and feeling his partners leg at my feet, stripping his limp form.

Quickly I shred his clothes, and hearing Pam's question "Now What?" reply to her, tossing a rope in her direction "Tie him into the chair with this, then help me get this one into another chair, behind him"

The chore completed, I stand back and listen to the whining voices of both men, asking whats in store for them.

"You're going to get back everything you gave Jesse, plus a bonus" I tell them, my voice low and serious....

Walking in slow circles, I focus on their voices and lash out at them, my closed fists drawing shouts of pain as each blow connects. "How does it feel, to be helpless and beaten?" I taunt, slamming a fist into the teeth of the mustached man.

Blow after blow I slam into them, until feeling a hand on my arm, and Pam's voice breaking in "Ahh, very pretty, but I think we need to be going?"

"One last thing, and then we can" I reply, reaching into my pocket, pulling the spare knife out and flicking the blade open.


"Nnnnoooo" came the high pitched cry, from Mr mustache, as I began my art work, then switched to his partner. "Please, dont" came his plea, then a cry of pain as I began carving on him.

My job done, I wiped my hands on their hair, and warned them. "Touch another person, man, woman or child and I swear I'll be back to finish the job, you got it?"

Leaving the house with the door wide open, the still bound men in it, I question Pam as she whistles a taxi down. "Where is the nearest phone that works, I want to call the press, then the cops."

Hearing her short laugh, and question "What gave you the idea to carve that on their foreheads?" I smile...

"It's what is done in the jungles, when a man abuses a woman" I reply "They carve "rapist" in their skin, as a permanent testimonial for all to see....now lets find that phone"

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Alison Chambers

The girl looks from Ramon to me, eyes wide. She is still holding the skirt of the dress up around her waist. I scoop up the pile of bills that Ramon dropped on her and make them into a neat little stack. As she watches me gather the money, her tongue touches her crimson lips and that half-lustful expression returns to her face. I riffle the stack with my thumb, then place it on the table next to her, then look up at her with an expectant smile.

With one last look at the bills, she swallows hard and proceeds to pull the dress up the rest of the way. Because the garment is such a tight fit, she has to do a lot of wiggling in order to work it up her body. Her face reddens with the effort and tiny grunts escape her throat as she struggles. Her pillowy, braless tits jiggle and sway with every move. I watch, grinning, making no effort to hide my enjoyment of the spectacle. Ramon wears a thin, cruel smile that I’ve seen before. Her humiliation is as satisfying as a cold beer on a summer day.

We never know just what we’re going to find when we go out prowling, but chances are usually good that we can find someone to mess with. I don’t know what Ramon gets out of these little expeditions, but I know what I get out of them. My alcoholic mother and stepfather made my early life a living hell, and after I ran away I was abused and exploited by street kids, pimps, johns, cops, and assorted street riffraff. After so many years of being kicked around, it feels good to be able to dish out some pain. To fuck with someone just because I can.

Finally, with one last grunt, she yanks the dress over her head and drops it on the table behind her. Now all she's wearing are the red thong, fishnet thigh-highs, and black pumps. Her full breasts droop slightly, and the nipples are fully erect. Her hair stands up in spikes and her makeup is a little smeared. She looks at us, red-faced, her bottom lip quivering.

I applaud, smirking at her. “Very good, darling. Now the rest.”

She hesitates, and Ramon barks at her, “Do it! Or say goodbye to the money.”

Trembling, the girl raises each foot, slips off a pump, and puts it on the table behind her. Next, she rolls down her thigh-highs and discards them as well. All that’s left is the thong. She takes hold of the waistband, then hesitates again. She looks up at me, pleading with her eyes. I stare back at her, showing no expression, until finally she drops her gaze. Her hips pump up as she yanks the panties down and slides them off her legs. Now she sits before us, completely naked. Her legs are tightly held together, as if she is trying to hide as much of her sex as possible.

She raises her arm to put the panties on the table behind her with the rest of her clothes, but before she can put them down I snatch them out of her hands. I feel the material for a moment or two. Just as I suspected – there is a noticeable dampness in the crotch area. I hold the panties to my nose and inhale. Her scent is intoxicating. I can feel my own pussy tingling in response.

I hand the panties to Ramon. “Lovely bouquet, don't you think? I believe our little friend is enjoying this more than she lets on.”

 

[New4U New4Me]

Pamela Fox

The events that unfold in the two bastards' house is strangely erotic to me. Circumsizing and castarating them is sheer pleasure. Any man who beats on a woman deserves the treatment those two fucking assholes got. Watching David mete out their punishments is tantalizing. I realize at this exact moment how strong and determined he is.

I lead him to a phone and slide in behind him as he makes the calls. The need to touch him is so overwhelming that I sneak up behind him and run my hands down his chest. I listen to his conversation and wait for him to turn around. When he does, I place my lips against his, opening his full mouth with my tongue. Our tongues snake around each other, probing our mutual desires.

"Where to now, Paper Boy?" I ask him, watching the slow smle spread across his face.

 

[BLACK BART]

David

For years, I have used my blindness as a limitation, to hold in my emotions. Tonight for the first time, I gave up that control, for the desire to mete out punishment, to gain revenge for Jesse, and myself. Now for a second time, I give into a second form of desire, and cast away all control again.

"Into a cab, then my bed" I suggest with a grin, the taste of her full kiss still tingling on my lips. As we step into the cab, I pull her to me, not caring what show we give the cabby, as I push my hands underneath her shirt and fondle her breasts. Pushing her against the seat, I press my lips against hers, returning to the sweet taste I had experienced earlier.

"Ayyyy, Mack! Save it for the hotel" The cabby cackles, the car swerving side to side.

"Just keep your eyes on the damn street, and step on it" I quip, breaking our passionate kiss. For the entire ride, I teeter on the verge of taking Pam in the back of the cab, my desire for her so great, her body responding to mine as we touch each other.

Feeling the car lurch to a stop, I fumble for the fare and toss it over the seat as we stumble from the cab, our hands still roaming over each other as we head for the door. Once inside, I no longer have to hold back, and reach for Pam again, my hands clasping her ass, pulling her against me as we kiss again.

 

[New4U New4Me]

Pamela Fox

His hands and lips are over me as we are riding along in the cab. His force is ever present as he chastises the cabbie. His strength flames the burning flames of my desire. When we arrive at his place, our lips join for another passionate kiss, a kiss seething to release the pent up desires.

"To hell with the bed, Paper Boy. I have other plans for you!" I bark out to him as I push him along the path to the kitchen table. I loosen his belt and pants before I jerk them off of his legs. His long, thick member bursts forth into my awaiting hand. Dropping to my knees I take the tip of his erection into my hot, moist mouth, teasing it at first with my tongue. When I hear the low moan escape from his lips I devour the length of his cock. Although this task is daunting, I manage to ensconce his length to the back of my throat. My tongue slips out from under his hardness and I lick his balls, rewarded in my actions by juice trickling down my throat. His hands tightly grasp the back of my head, pulling and pushing my mouth up and down his throbbing cock.

Just when I feel his climax is imminent, I withraw. I stand again on my feet, his fingers tugging at my clothing so that I stand before him bathed in the moonlight.

"Fuck me, Paper Boy!" my hoarse whisper the only sound penetrating the cool night air.