Strangers In The Night(2)

Chapter 2




Anger ruts like a wild beast deep, deep in softness Yes, softness, I remember being here before, but then so was another No, no don't think of that now. It does not hear the cries, the pleas, it has one purpose The Plan. It spends, deep inside the softness, where it will do the most good.

I come back to myself as anger is abated, I see the eyes, eyes that I know so well I pull away, turn away, walk away. I sit once more gazing into nothing, my heart beats again, but slow.

There is a wetness once again, ah yes, but this time no dream. I walk back towards the room over yonder where anger ruled. I need the softness again, must have the softness again; it calms me. "Dylan!"

"Yes Rebecca."

"What happened to your hair?"

"You don't like it?" I run my hand over my new baldness.

"No, I do, it's just...your beautiful hair."

"It will grow back."

"Where are we?"

"Home."

"Really, but it doesn't look like home?"

"It's our new home."

"Where is it, do I know?"

"It's away..."

"Away where?"

"Far, far away, open."

She obeys, though her eyes seem to question. Softness welcomes once more, without anger here to buffer, softness seems sweet. I glide in and out, must go deeper, deep is good.

Yes, I know. There's no need for tenderness, tenderness once failed. But...Madness wraps its hand around her neck, squeeze, squeeze. Not too tight now let your heart breathe; yes, that's it, now carry on.

I close my eyes from the pleasure, never thought to be found again. The softness of her sweet cunt clutches and throbs, clenches and releases.

Did it do that...with the other? Anger and madness combine to form...the beast. It has teeth, it bites, so much power, the cries grow louder; softness grows pliant.

She gushes like a sudden storm, the moans of an animal echo throughout the room. Release, sweet release. I empty inside her again.

Anger and madness have receded yet again, my eyes can see now What have you done, you animal? You bit and tore. She smiles as she rubs her legs against the sheets, her hands are still outstretched. They must remain tied remember, until the plan has worked at least. No no, it doesn't hurt; we made sure remember? I am spent once more, I pull out of my haven, but I don't want to leave.

You must there are things to be done.

"Dylan."

"Yes my heart."

"Will you come to me again soon?"

Think only of the plan Dylan, nothing more, turn away, walk away. Without answer I turn and leave. Food we both need food. Yes I can eat now; my heart is mending.

***

I've taken her three times already for the day and it's still not enough. That last time I was a little rougher than usual, always before there was tenderness.

I feel madness receding, but for how long, when will it return, can I survive without it? Anger has stayed, but it now has a new direction.

The plan remains the same, she will never be free, I have taken her away from all temptation. It's time for her bath, she cannot see to herself, tied up as she is. Funny, I don't remember doing that, I barely remember taking her from her home, our home.

The fog was clearing, there at the edges there was still a little grey, but the darkness was leaving. You're being a fool again; remember what happened last time? I remember.

"Dylan..." It's the siren's call; you should probably gag her, just to be on the safe side. You don't need any of her woman's wiles working on you. Remember the plan, stick to the plan.

We still have a long way to go. Take her again, it's all she's good for anyway. Don't you want to, aren't you feeling...hungry? Yes hungry, it was time to feed.

I inhale her woman's scent as I tongue her center. Fighting back the darkness, I show no mercy as she writhes and moans and begs for release. This is not foreplay; it's a feeding, like that of a wild, untamed beast.

My cock is hard and ready. I drive home with no care for her comfort. Her screams pierce the air, she tugs at her bonds futilely, there's no escape. The very rafters of the old shack hidden in the woods shake as I pound away my fury, my pain and empty myself once more in her core. I have silenced her voice, the old rag will do until I find something better.





Chapter 3




Bath time went off without a hitch. I got to play with her body in the water as her hands were bound. It was fun driving my fingers into her heated cunt, making her cry out. Was that the sound of pleasure?

I know the hoarse cries she made after, when I bent her over the tub and drove into her were cries of joy. Her sweet voice calling out to me was sweet music to my ear. But then the darkness came again. Such heat, such anger, such pain.

I drove into her body over and over again, chasing the demon, vanquishing it with my cock. Her pussy wrapped around my meat like a memory, my old friend. But she’d…I went into a frenzy at the remembered betrayal.