Strangers In The Night(5)

Pick her the fuck up and make her stop that crying, that shit can't be good for little man. I do as he says; it feels right, feels…better. That's right bro, clean her up, get some water for her to drink.

You get the fuck back, it's my time now, crazy fuck, no he doesn't need to be doing all that now, how's the plan suppose to work if you two fuck shit up? Anger and Madness my ass, more like crazy fuck one and two.

That's right I'm running shit for a while, you two will be back in the driver's seat soon enough. Now get the fuck outta here. "Dylan?"

"Yeah sweetheart?"

"Thank you."





Jason has been hanging around more of late, that's good; she seems more at ease these days. I don't like the other, when I see fear in her eyes. Fear of me? That can't be, there's nothing to fear from me.

I must go out today, out there, where I almost lost my heart. I don’t want to, but we need things. It's almost time but, I don't want to leave.

You can take those two fucks with you Dylan, not to worry. I'm sure they know exactly what to do. You go in and come out, nothing to it.

I walk into the room where she is once again chained to the bed. There is enough length to get to the bathroom and back. There's food on the side table.

Not for her the food, it's for the other, must keep the other fed. It's the plan. I walk over to feel it move around, I smile, it's the only time I smile anymore.

That's me in there, soon I will see, I know what to do, I just have to go get some things together. She looks so ripe, so fuckable as she reclines against the pillow with her plump tits on display and the round hardness of her tummy beckoning me.

My marks are starting to fade again, can’t have that. From not on she must always wear the sign of ownership. Her eyes are bright with lust, she wants me, but I do not wish to harm…

Take her Dylan, you don't have to be easy, take as much as you want, feel your heart beat. Yes, my heart, I need my heart beat. I barely make out its nakedness through the descending darkness. I feel the wet though, the wet I understand.

The wet grabs me and holds tight. The movement against my hand, the kicking of the other, spurs me on. In, out, in, out, faster, faster.

My heart beats, "yes, yes, yes..." That feeling, I want that feeling again and again and again, I will have it, but first. My balls draw up tight as I fuck harder and harder. Its chains rattle as it thrashes around beneath me.

Does it hurt?”

No the bitch likes it rough. Can’t you feel how she tightens around you, how she’s moving that ass like wants to break you off inside her cunt for all time?

I pound in and out as my balls erupt. My roar is loud enough to reverberate around the room. Our breaths mingle as we cling to each other, the sweat melding us together.

I leave her softness, I hate to leave, things happen when I leave, bad things. Okay that’s enough; don’t go falling for her shit again, let’s bounce, we’ve got shit to do.

I better get ready to go, it's been a long-long time since I've been out there. I make sure I look the same as I did the last time I left, or they make sure I look the same.

Jason ordered the other two around until there was no more hair on my face, and my nails were pared. I looked...who was that, was that me before, what happened to me?

I look back into the room where it laid asleep, it's beauty plain for all to see. No not all, just me, only ever me.

Dylan, don't lose your shit bro, you don't have time; you need to run go get that shit we need and head back.

Yes, I need to go so I can come back. Then I will deal with it, punish it for it's betrayal.

What the fuck ever loony-toons you and those two assholes are a trip, now get your vengeful ass outta here.





Chapter 6




No one saw us, or if they did they did not recognize, which was good. I got what was necessary and left the place, I didn't like being away so long, it was an hour to and from the shack.

My companions were rather quiet, it seems they only became animated when they were around...her. There was something there at the edge of my mind, something that wanted me to remember, but there was something else keeping me from doing just that.

I got home while she was in the bathroom, she looked...sick. Something inside me moved, shifted. My heart beat differently, I must take care. There was a rending in my head, a tearing almost, and then…"Becca, are you okay love?"

"Yes Dylan, everything's fine."

"Why won't you look at me?" Why was she acting so strange, and where the hell were we?

"Babe where the hell is his place, is this another one of your escape the paparazzi retreats?” I started to laugh, in the four years we've been together my girl had come up with some doozies in order for us to get away together, but this place had to be the worst by far. Who cared as long as she was happy that's all that mattered.