Pretty Woman

Rachel awoke from her sleep.  She wasn’t sure of how long she was out for.  After a weeklong sex marathon she was exhausted.

Rolling over, she expected to see Nate, her lover, lying beside her.  The bed was empty.

Sitting up, Rachel gripped the sheets, looking around, calling out for him.  There was no response.

Kicking the covers off, Rachel stood up, her feet feeling the warmth of the carpet.  She walked out into the kitchen and living areas.  Nate was nowhere to be seen. 

She called him again, walking around the small suburban house.  She was completely naked with the exception of the small leather collar that was wrapped around her neck.  Last night she was his slave.  Or at least she was until she had fallen asleep.

Now she was just confused and he was missing.

She wandered back to the bedroom, fingering the small D ring on the front of her collar.  Where was he?  She sat at the foot of the bed and pouted.  She glanced at the ensuite.  Something on the mirror caught her eye.

Rachel hurried into the small bathroom off the master bedroom.  She smiled when she realized he had left her a note.  Written in bright red lipstick on the mirror was ‘Take the key that’s in the top drawer of my bedside table and open the locked closet.  Put on what is inside, do your hair and make-up accordingly then a car will arrive to take you to the next place.’ 

Hurrying back into the bedroom, Rachel moved around to his side of the bed.  Sure enough, in the top drawer, was a small key.  Attached to the key was a note, reminding her to leave her collar at home. 

Excitement mounted as Rachel opened the locked closet.  As she pulled the doors open, she gasped.  Inside was a stunning floor-length red gown, matching shoes, elbow length satin gloves and what she could only imagine was a jewellery box.

She picked up the box.  Carefully, Rachel opened it.  She gave a squeal of delight when she saw the diamond necklace and matching earrings.  She touched it, feeling the smoothness and the coolness of the diamonds.  Closing the box Rachel tried to imagine what Nate was up too.

Removing her collar and discarding it onto the bed, Rachel decided to take a quick shower first.  The warm water ran over her curvaceous body, trickling down over her already sensitive nipples until they were hard as the diamonds that lined the necklace.

Using a mango scented body lotion, Rachel scrubbed herself clean.  Her milky white skin was smooth, creamy.  She was proud of the way she looked.  Her breasts were large and perky and her stomach was taut, decorated by a dangling bellybutton ring that glistened whenever the light caught it.  Her hips and her ass were, as Nate would say, perfection.  Curvy, firm, pert.

She turned off the water and climbed out of the shower, wrapping a fluffy white towel around her.  She quickly dried herself before spraying her favourite perfume on her wrists and long, swan-like neck.

Rachel returned to the bedroom, dropping the towel to the ground as she put on the white lace panties that were situated at the bottom of the locked closet. 

“Hmm,” she said, pulling every item out.  “No bra.”

She ran her hand down the dress, feeling the fabric. 

Carefully she slipped the dress on, zipping it up.  One look in the mirror told her while Nate didn’t place a bra in the closet.  The dress was form fitting, showing off every curve she had.  The split up the side showed over her long, toned legs, while the bust showed off her ample cleavage.

She returned to the bathroom to do her make-up before slipping the long white satin gloves on.  She touched the diamonds with her hand.  They looked too expensive for her to wear.  Biting her lower lip, Rachel unclasped the necklace, placing it around her neck.  She was surprised at how heavy it was.  Once it was fastened, she put the earrings in.

She had just slipped her feet into the heels Nate had left her when she heard a horn.  Glancing out the window, Rachel gasped.  A stretch black limo had pulled up out the front of the house.

It took her five minutes to rush out the front door to where the driver was standing, holding open the limo door for her. 

“What’s going on?” she asked, as he greeted her with a tilt of his hat.

“I can’t say, ma’am,” he said, ushering her inside.  “Mr. McGuire’s orders.”  With that he closed the door.

As the limo pulled away, Rachel glanced out the window.  Through the suburbs and into the city they drove.  Rachel watched as people passed by, clearly wondering if she was someone famous who was in town.

Turning down Hamilton Street, Rachel’s eyes lit up.  This was the rich part of town.  Diamonds weren’t a novelty here.  They were expected.  She saw women in fur coats lining the streets, walking their prized pooches, while the men looked dapper in their three piece suits.  Surely the driver must have taken a wrong turn.  There’s no way Nate would be at this end of town.

The limo came to a stop outside the Waterfront, the most expensive and exclusive hotel in the entire city.  It was world famous, with stars and government dignitaries flocking to it like it was an open bar.  Rachel was in awe as the driver opened the door.

“Ma’am, we have arrived,” he told her, holding out his hand to her.  Rachel felt awkward as she climbed out of the limo, being careful not to trip in her floor-length dress.

A small crowd had gathered, whispering among themselves that she must be a famous movie star.  “I bet she’s the new Bond girl,” one woman whispered.

“No, she’s in that new Calvin Klein ad,” said another.

Rachel felt like a million dollars as she entered the lobby.  She stared at the ceiling, her mouth open as she took in the site of gold and marble fittings that surrounded her.

“Ms. Richards?”

Rachel turned around, her blue-green eyes sparkling.  “Yes?”

A tall, lanky, man smiled.  “I am Mr. Bernard Thompson, concierge.  Mr. McGuire is expecting you in the penthouse.”

“The penthouse?”  Rachel didn’t believe she heard him correctly.  “What would Nate be doing in the penthouse?”

Mr. Thompson smiled.  “Mr. McGuire is a very fine client.  We do our best to keep him happy,” he said, taking her by the elbow and leading her towards the elevators. 

The elevator door slid open and a young man popped his head out.  “Take Ms. Richards to the penthouse,” Mr. Thompson said.  The young man nodded, holding out his hand.  Rachel accepted his hand and let him pull her into the elevator.

A short ride later, they arrived at the top floor of the hotel.  The doors slid open and Rachel stepped out.

She walked to the penthouse door and pressed the doorbell.  She could hear it chime throughout the hotel room.  What was Nate planning?

The door opened, and there stood Nate, dressed to the nines in a three-piece navy blue suit with a crisp white long sleeved shirt.

“Enjoy your little surprise?” he asked teasingly as she strolled past him to the luxury suite.  Rachel shot him a look of disbelief as her eyes scanned the marvel of the most expensive room in the whole city.

“This is amazing,” she said breathlessly as she took in the site of the bedroom and its king size bed.

Nate smiled, adjusting his tie.  “You can marvel at it later.  We have reservations for dinner then we’re catching the show in the grand theatre.”

“Show?”

Nate nodded.  “Tom Jones is performing and I know there’s no way in Hell you’d miss that.”

Rachel felt her excitement mount as Nate took her arm and lead her back out to the elevator.

They arrived in the restaurant and were immediately seated at a table near the large aquarium.  Rachel could feel the stares of the other patrons as Nate pulled out her chair for her.  “People are staring,” she told him.

Nate just grinned.  “Are they?  Hmm, maybe it’s because they’re all jealous.  Women want to be you and the men want to be me.”

Rachel could feel her cheeks burn, and was grateful when the waiter bought them the menu. 

Once they had ordered, Rachel felt Nate’s hand slide under the table, touching her knee.  His fingers caressed her soft flesh, tracing small circles over it.

“Nate, stop.  People can see,” she hissed, her eyes darting around the crowded room.

Nate simply smiled.  “No one is paying attention,” he told her, his hand boldly moving up over her thigh.  Rachel slapped his hand away, shooting him a warning glance with her eyes.

His smile broadened, but he moved his hand away.  He’d have plenty of chances to get under that dress later.  Right now, he wanted food.

They ate their meal, their feet intertwining under the fancy linen covered table before making their way to the grand theatre.  They were shown to their seats and Nate was pleasantly surprised that when Rachel sat down, her leg was exposed by the slit in the dress.

Just like in the restaurant, his hand sat proudly on her knee before snaking up her thigh, feeling her muscles tense as he rubbed his hand over her tingling flesh.

As the lights dimmed, Nate’s hand slid higher up her thigh, his fingertips touching the lace of her panties.  Rachel’s breath hitched as she felt one of his fingers press against her, teasing her clitoris through her underwear.

Much to Nate’s surprise, she didn’t slap his hand away, but rather shifted in her seat, parting her legs a little, to allow him better access.  Grinning to himself, Nate playfully stroked her pussy, feeling her panties dampen with each touch of his finger.  What a saucy little minx she was.

At intermission, Rachel excused herself and made her way to the bathroom.  A couple of ladies greeted her with smiles and a polite “Hello,” but Rachel could tell they were still trying to work out who she was.

Locking herself in a cubical, Rachel reached up under her dress and removed her panties.  They were damp from Nate’s previous attention, and the fact that she was watching the ultimate sex idol up close and personal.

Stuffing them into her small clutch purse, Rachel smoothed down her dress and exited the bathroom, pausing to check her reflection.  She still looked like a million bucks which made her smile broaden.

Nate smiled as she returned, watching closely as she sat down, her dress parting, her leg on full display.  His hand immediately roamed back to her knee, stroking it with his thumb and forefinger. 

He caught her eye and did a double take.  There was an usual twinkle shining through and her smile was a little seductive.

She bit her plump bottom lip as his fingers trailed higher up her leg, feeling her soft, supple skin.

When his fingers reached the centre of her heat, his eyes widened just as the lights dimmed.  That cheeky minx had removed her panties.  It was a nice surprise.  It was even nicer to know that she was wet and waiting for him to explore her body.

As Tom Jones broke into What’s New Pussycat, Nate’s finger plunged into Rachel’s waiting pussy.  He heard her stifle a moan of pleasure as his fingers were coated in her excitement.

Rachel squirmed in her seat as Nate slid a second finger into her.  She was certain the people around her could sense what they were doing.  And with the way she felt at that particular moment, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to sit through the remainder of Tom Jones’ show.

For the next half hour, both Nate and Rachel willed the show to hurry up.  Once the curtain fell, they scrambled over seats to get out.  Rachel may have been able to hide her excitement behind a form-fitting gown, but Nate was having trouble concealing his erection.

They got into the elevator and willed it to hurry up.  Nate placed his hands on Rachel’s waist, feeling her body tense as he touched her.  He could smell her arousal mixed with her perfume.  It was only a matter of minutes before he’d have her spread on the bed as he pounded into her.

The elevator came to a stop and they got out.  Nate fumbled around in his pocket for the room key.  He held it with a shaking hand as he tried to swipe it in the door.  It took three attempts but he finally managed to open the door.

Rachel brushed past him, her luscious ass bumping against his erection.  Nate couldn’t take it anymore and pushed her against the wall, kissing her deeply, their tongues intertwining with passion. 

His hands roamed over her body, feeling her nipples harden as he brushed over her breasts.  Her desire seeped down her thighs as Nate held her tight.  His erection pressed against her stomach with such force that she winced.

He pulled away, dropping to his knees and hooking one of her legs over his shoulder as his tongue licked her smooth pussy from top to bottom.

Rachel groaned, her eyes closing, her satin gloved hands sliding over her dress, feeling her body respond to Nate’s manipulations.

Nate’s tongue slid up and down her pussy, picking up all the juices that seeped from it.  Occasionally, he brushed it over her clitoris causing small tremors to pass through her as well as a moan of pure pleasure to escape from her lips.

Rachel’s hips rocked against him, grinding against his mouth, subtly hinting that she wanted his tongue to probe the depths of her being.  He obliged, his tongue parting her lips and sliding deep inside her.

Rachel’s eyes closed, her head fell back as her first orgasm for the night surfaced.  She shook uncontrollably and was thankful that Nate was holding her firmly.

Her legs turned to jelly.  Nate pulled away after giving her clit one farewell lick.  His hands were still holding her waist, preventing her from melting into a puddle of joy and arousal.

With one swift motion he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bed.  He laid her down, his hands purposefully gliding over her ample chest, feeling her nipples respond to his touch.

Rachel sat up as Nate’s hands glided over her shoulders and neck, unzipping the dress.  The scent of her mango scented body wash flooded his nostrils as he exposed her body by peeling the dress off, discarding it to the plush carpet of the penthouse bedroom.

Wearing only her satin gloves and high heels, Rachel watched as Nate moved down to her feet, kissing them, his tongue tickling the skin as he took off her shoes.  He then proceeded to move up her body, kissing her bare flesh.

He stopped when he got to her pubic mound, opting to sit up and remove his jacket, tie and vest.  Rachel wiggled restlessly on the bed as Nate undressed.  When he finally got to his pants, he saw lust spring to her eyes.

With a gloved hand, she unzipped him, freeing him to the cool air.  Her tongue teased the tip of his throbbing cock, swirling over the sensitive head, feeling it pulse in her mouth.

Nate’s eyes rolled back in his head as she continued to tease and torment him the way he had while she was watching Tom Jones.

She sucked him into her mouth, her gloved hand sliding up and down his ridged shaft, gliding smoothly over it, causing new sensations for him.

He let Rachel continue for a few more minutes, then with a God-like effort, he pulled her off, rolling her onto her stomach.  Rachel let out a surprised cry as Nate grasped her hips firmly in his hands and sank into her moist heat with one quick thrust.

The urgency between the two mounted as Nate pounded into her, his balls slapping against her.  Rachel pressed her ass back against him, moans of pleasure escaping her pouted lips.  Her body craved him to take her hard and fast. 

Reaching between her legs, Rachel began to rub her throbbing clit with her gloved hand.  The satin texture of it caused mini tremors to shoot through her body. 

Nate gritted his teeth.  He could feel her muscles clenching at him.  Sweat trickled down his nose, falling onto her back as he continued to thrust into her quivering body.  Her skin was coated in a sheen of perspiration covering it and her hair was matted to her back. 

Wrapping his arms around her waist, Nate pulled Rachel up into a sitting position.  His cock slid in and out of her, while his hands fondled her breasts, pinching her nipples.

Rachel gasped as his hand replaced hers, rubbing her clit with the same fury that he was pounding into her.  She could feel her orgasm building until she let out a throaty cry, coming with such force that Nate could feel it grabbing at his erection, milking him to come with her.

They collapsed face down on the bed, breathing hard. 

Rachel could feel Nate’s chest heaving, his come seeping out of her, trickling down her thighs.

“So?” she asked, as Nate rolled off her and onto his back.  “What’s the plan for the rest of the night?”

An Affair To Dismember

Holly sat on the bed, facing the window.  In the background sirens sounded as the police arrived at the suburban residence.

As the police stormed the room, gasps of shock were heard as the grisly scene played out before them. 

Blood lined the walls, splattered in various patterns, indicating to the naked eye that there was more than one victim.

The fact that there were numerous heads lining the bed that Holly sat on, also indicated to more than one victim. 

“What the hell?”

Holly looked up at the officer.  Holding up her wrists she had a look of defeat in her eyes.  “Cuff me,” she said.

*    *    *    *    *

Holly wasn’t a violent person.  She wouldn’t hurt a fly.  Keeping to herself most of the time, she was a shy girl with a heart of gold. 

In her senior year in high school, a transfer student by the name of Adam Hooper took a liking to her.  It started innocently enough.  He leant across his desk and asked to borrow a pen.  The following day, he appeared by her locker, the pen in hand.  “Here,” he said simply, handing it to her.  Holly looked a little perplexed and told him that he could keep it.  Adam just smiled before reminding her that he borrowed it.  He turned and walked off, swinging his backpack over his shoulder.

Two weeks later, Adam sat with her in the cafeteria.  “What are you reading?” he asked, opening the brown paper bag that contained his lunch.  Holly swallowed the Monday mystery meat and showed him the cover.

“Lord of the Flies,” Adam read, pulling out a lettuce, cheese and ham sandwich.  “That’s pretty heavy stuff.”

Holly nodded, unsure of what to say.  Never had someone engaged her in conversation at lunch before, let alone anyone as gorgeous as Adam.

She stared at him.  His shaggy dark brown hair hung over his forehead.  His eyes were so dark they were almost black.  He was tanned, toned and just a picture of perfection in Holly’s eyes.

“So, do you have a name?” he asked, taking a large bite of his sandwich.

“Holly.  Holly Franklin.”

“I’m Adam Hooper,” he replied, shaking her hand.

Holly smiled, feeling the electric pulses shoot through her hand as their skin touched.

“Why are you sitting with me?” she asked.

Adam smiled.  “It was either sit here and engage a pretty girl, or join the meatheads on the other side of the caf and a milk chugging contest.  Really, it was a no brainer.”

Holly smiled shyly, her cheeks turning red.  She turned her head slightly so that he wouldn’t see how embarrassed she was by his charming words.

Adam smirked, chewing slowly.  He did think Holly was cute.  Her mousey brown hair hung limply and her large glasses hid her violet eyes.  Her skin was pale and she wasn’t exactly the cheerleader type, but still, there was something enchanting about her.

Over the next couple of weeks, Adam and Holly spent a lot of time together.  From study dates and hanging out after school to seeing a couple of movies.  For the first time in her life, Holly was beginning to come out of her shell.

Adam made her feel free and he didn’t care if she acted goofy or that she had a collection of butterflies or the fact that her bedroom was literally filled with pink frills.  He liked her for her.

Then one night, after catching a late movie, it happened.  Adam kissed her on the doorstep to her house.  Holly felt herself sigh as his lips pressed against hers, her arms wrapping around his neck as her body fell against his. 

It was her first kiss.  And it couldn’t have been more perfect.  It was as though it had been scripted.

The following week the school principal made an announcement that there would be a winter dance.  Holly had never attended a school dance before but when Adam asked if she would go, Holly said yes before he had completely finished his sentence.

With a spring in her step, Holly and Adam walked over to the dance committee table.  Holly pulled out some cash and handed it to the peppy cheerleader, Elle.  “Two tickets please,” she asked, meekly.  Regardless of how Adam made her feel, she was still intimidated by the popular kids.

“Sorry, we don’t sell to losers,” Elle said, dismissing Holly with a wave of her hand.

She turned to Adam, disappointment crossing her face and she shrugged.  She didn’t feel like getting into a screaming match with the popular crowd.  She was already an outcast.  She didn’t want her high school life to be completely miserable filled with daily ridicule.

Adam took her money and walked over to the table.  “Are you deaf?  We don’t sell to losers,” Elle said, smiling sweetly at him while her group of friends giggled.

Adam smiled back.  “I heard it, but you see, I think the real problem is you don’t know how to count change.  Let me make it easy.  Here’s the money.”  He dropped the cash on the table.  His hand snaked over to the tickets.  “And I’m taking the tickets.  Have a nice day.”

Elle was left speechless as Adam wrapped his arm around Holly and walked off.

“I can’t believe you did that,” she said gleefully.  Adam grinned, squeezing her tight. 

“Their faces were priceless,” he said with a chuckle as they walked through the school halls together. 

As they approached Holly’s locker, Adam turned all serious.  “How much do they pick on you?” he asked.  Holly shrugged.  “A few times a day.  They just call me ‘loser’ and once Elle’s boyfriend, Derek, tripped me into the mud outside the school library.”

Adam frowned.  “I know a way of getting even with them,” he said, his voice hushed.  Holly glanced over her shoulder.  His eyes were cold and his face had a sudden hardness to it.

“What are you talking about?” she asked, pulling her history book out of her locker.

“Come to my place tonight at midnight and you’ll see what I mean.”

Holly opened her mouth to say something but Adam walked off, running his hand through his hair.

That night, Holly said good night to her parents and went up to her room.  She lay awake, the covers hiding her jeans and t-shirt.  She listened as her parents made their way to bed then carefully she threw the covers off and climbed out her window.

She had never done anything like this before.  Standing on the roof of her house, she began to question whether or not she really wanted to shimmy down the drain pipe.  Her curiosity got the better of her as she began to think about Adam and what he had said.  Maybe he was planning a Carrie like stunt at the dance when Elle was crowned Snow Queen.  Maybe he was going to change the ballots so someone else was named Snow Queen instead. 

As the thoughts of revenge filled her head, Holly found herself climbing down off her roof.  Her footing slipped and she fell only a couple of feet before landing on the plush lawn that her father was so proud of.

Brushing the grass off her clothes, Holly jogged down the street.  Adam’s place was only a couple of blocks from her house, in a quiet suburban street.  She had been there a couple of times as Adam wanted to introduce her to his parents, but they were never around when she was there. 

Adam was standing out the front of his house, a cigarette in hand.  He smiled when he saw her.  “Was wondering if you were going to come,” he said, his voice echoing down the quiet street. 

Holly gave him a weak smile.  “I had to wait for my parents to go to sleep,” she said.  “They sure do like to stay up late.”

Adam grinned, dropping the smoke to the ground and stomping it out.  “Ahh no matter.  You’re here now which means I can show you what I meant by getting even.”  He grabbed hold of her hand and pulled her inside his house.

It was dark inside and Holly’s eyes were having a hard time adjusting to the lack of light. 

Despite the exterior, the house was in shambles on the inside.  Outdated carpet greeted Holly and the couch looked like someone from her neighborhood had thrown it out.  The floor lamp was old wood that had rotted and the TV looked like it had stepped out of the 1960’s.

“Nice place,” she said, with a tight smile. 

“It’s not much, but it’s home,” Adam replied, leading her to the stairs.  They creaked loudly under their weight as they ascended the stairs.

Adam led her over the landing to the last room.  He opened the door, flipped on the light and Holly gasped.

Lying in the middle of the room was Elle and her friends.  Each of them was bound at the ankles, their wrists secured behind their backs.  They were gagged with simple pieces of cloth and Holly couldn’t help but notice the pleading looks in their eyes as their muffled cries echoed in her ears.

“What?  What have you done?” she demanded, turning to Adam.

Adam grinned.  “It’s called getting even.  They made your life a living hell, Holly.  Now it’s time to return the favor.”

Holly stared in horror at the scene around her.  She couldn’t image what was going through Adam’s head.  All she knew was that she had to get out of there as fast as she could.

Turning to run, Holly was blocked by Adam.

“Move, Adam,” she said, her voice shaking almost as much as her hands.  “I want to go home.”  Adam grinned.  “But don’t you want to get even?” he asked, his hand running through his hair.

Holly shook her head.  “I thought we would pull a stunt from Carrie and cover Elle in blood at the school dance.  I didn’t think you’d kidnap her and her friends.”

Adam’s smile changed from a cocky school boy grin to something more sinister.  “Now that would have been interesting,” he said, moving away from the door and over to Elle.  Reaching down, he grabbed a fistful of her long blonde hair and yanked her up into a sitting position.  “What do you think, bitch?  Did that sound like a good idea?  Covering you in blood at the school dance?”

Elle shook her head, sobbing.  She was trying to plead with him to let her go, but her begging was muffled by the cloth gag.

Holly, terrified of what Adam might do, inched her way towards the door, her outstretched hand wrapping around the knob.  She turned the handle but the door didn’t open.  She pulled then pushed.  Nothing happened.  She let out a frustrated wail as she pounded on the door.

Adam chuckled, holding up a set of keys.

“If you want out, Holly, then you got to help,” he said, letting go of Elle’s hair, letting her head drop to the floor with a thud.

Holly began to shake, tears forming in her eyes.  She felt one slide down her cheek as Adam moved towards Elle’s boyfriend, Greg McLean.  With one swift movement, he sliced Greg’s neck, sending a spray of blood across the room, covering Elle and her friends.

Holly screamed and began pounding on the door in hopes of waking Adam’s parents.  Elle and her two friends sobbed as Greg’s eyes rolled back, taking his final breath. 

Holding the knife, Adam turned his attention to the girls on the floor.  He held Greg’s head by his hair before he began hacking away at the neck, in an attempt to cut Greg’s head clean off his body.

Terrified by the scene, Holly ran past Adam, trying to get to the window.  As though he had anticipated her move, he stuck his foot out and tripped her.  Holly screamed, her hands flying out in front of her as she fell to the floor, her head hitting the bedside table.  She groaned, her eyes flickering open. 

A triumphant cry caused her to sit up, rubbing her head.  When she turned around, she could feel a lump rise in her throat when she saw Adam holding Greg’s head with one hand while his body was slumped on the floor.

“Adam, stop,” she croaked.  Her head hurt and she could feel a headache coming on.

“Why?” he asked, tossing Greg’s head onto the bed and moving over to one of Elle’s friends. 

“Why?  Why?”  Holly couldn’t believe her ears.  Did he not understand that he couldn’t just simply kill people?  “Because you can’t kill people Adam.  It’s wrong.”

Adam grabbed Elle’s friend, coping a feel of one of her breasts.  “Oh, I don’t know about that,” he said, his hand roaming freely over her body.  “Would you prefer me to torture and scar them for life?”

“No!”  Holly was surprised at how forceful her words were.  “I want you to let them go.”

Adam seemed to ponder Holly’s request. 

“No,” he said, slicing the girl’s throat with his hunting knife.

Holly’s shoulders shook as she cried.  Adam butchered Elle’s two friends, their bodies unrecognizable, and just like Greg before them, he cut their heads off, tossing them onto the bed.

His attention turned to Elle who was still bound and gagged on the floor.  Her eyes were wide, her cheeks tear stained. 

Adam smiled down at her.  “Holly,” he commanded.  “Come here.”

When Holly didn’t move, Adam grabbed her by her hair, dragging her over to where Elle was.  “Seeing as she is your main tormenter, I think you should do the honors.”

Holly shook her head and began sobbing loudly when Adam pushed the hunting knife into her hand. 

Elle looked up at her, pleading with her eyes.  Holly shook her head, sobbing loudly.

“It’s easy,” Adam said, holding her hand so that it was grasping the knife.  “Just hold it like so, then you press it up against the flesh.”

Holly stared at him, unable to understand what had gotten into him.  He was such a sweet guy when they first met.  Now he was a monster.  A monster whose actions were usually reserved for the movie screen.

Her hand curled around the hunting knife.  She felt the handle.  It was warm from where he had been holding it. 

“That’s a girl,” he said as he felt her squeeze the handle of the knife.  “Now all you need is to slice and dice.”  He grabbed a fist full of Elle’s hair, holding her tight.

Holly looked into Elle’s eyes.  The poor, defenseless cheerleader pleaded with her, her eyes begging to be spared the same fate that had befallen her friends.

Holding the knife out in front of her, Holly glanced down at the shiny blade.  It was caked in blood of Adam’s victims.

She glanced up at Adam, a horrifying smile etched on her face.  “Hold her tight,” she commanded, her violet eyes twinkling.  Adam obliged, holding Elle so she was sitting up, her head pulled back so that her neck was exposed.

Letting out a war cry, Holly swung the knife.  She smiled in satisfaction has blood spurted from the open wound and as Elle dropped to the floor.

Wiggling around, Elle tried to get away.

Holly smiled sadistically as Adam held his throat, blood covering his hands.

“W-w-why?” he asked, dropping to his knees.

Holly grinned.  “I told you that you couldn’t just kill people, Adam,” she said calmly.  "Plus, you were a lousy boyfriend.  Although I do appreciate you doing all this for me."

Adam’s eyes grew wide as she wielded the knife again, stabbing him numerous times in the neck and upper torso.  When she was done, she was coated in his blood.

It was only when she heard Elle’s garbled words that Holly came out of her trance-like state. 

She reached down, removing the gag from Elle’s mouth.  “Oh thank you,” she cried, gulping down large quantities of air.

Holly watched as Elle wiggled her fingers.  “Please, untie me,” she said.  “Then we’ll get out of here.”

“No.”

Elle’s eyes widened as Holly stood over her.  “Adam was right about one thing,” she said, her smile turning evil.  “I do want my revenge.”

Elle opened her mouth and screamed as, with one swift motion, Holly decapitated her.

*     *    *    *    *   

As the patrol officer lead Holly away in handcuffs, her smile returned. 

“They won’t pick on me now,” she told him as he bundled her into the back of his car.  “I’m finally free.”

Weekend Retreat

Nick’s cock throbbed painfully.

For the last week he and his girlfriend, Riley, had been in play fight about who was the boss in their relationship.  Nick, who was certainly more dominating, ruled the roost most of the time, but Riley wasn’t giving in that easily.  It made for a rather exciting sex life.

Now he was staring at her backside as they hiked up the side of a mountain in search of a camping spot that was quiet and secluded.

Riley had whined when he announced he was taking her camping on the weekend.  She wasn’t very outdoorsy and she hated bugs.  The whole car ride she complained that something was going to eat her and that she’d be covered in bites by the time they left.  Nick had to bite his tongue when he really wanted to inform her that she was right.  He would be eating her and the bites would be strictly from him.

She stopped walking, her hands on her hips.  Nick walked up behind her, admiring the site of her long legs in the tight fitting shorts that hugged her ass.  She was doing her best Lara Croft impersonation, her dark hair tied back in a long ponytail and her cute tanned cropped top showing off her amazing curves and killer abs.

“How’s this spot?” she asked, waving her hand at the small clearing surrounded by trees.  “It’s close to the waterfalls, without being too close so I get eaten alive by bugs and it’s quiet so I can get some sleep at night.”

Nick smiled, his hand resting against the small of her back, his fingers making small circles on her bare flesh.

“Perfect,” he said.  It was a secluded spot so no danger of anyone seeing them and as Riley had already pointed out, it was close enough to fresh water without being in what she had aptly called ‘the bug zone’ while they were hiking.

Riley took off her small backpack, dropping it on the grass while Nick struggled with his.  It took him twenty minutes to set up the small tent.  It would have taken ten if Riley had helped, but instead she sat on a flat rock in the sun informing him that she had already been bitten twice on the leg.

Nick glanced over his shoulder.  Riley looked delicious.  Her tanned skin was golden and her big brown eyes were soulful and alluring.  And whenever she darted her pink tongue out to moisten her lips, Nick’s cock sprung to life.

“You look good enough to fuck,” he said, pushing the last tent peg into the ground.

Riley stared down her nose at him.  “In your dreams,” she said, moving a strand of hair out of her eyes.  Nick smiled.  “Yes actually.  Quite frequently.”  Riley rolled her eyes.  She was not in the mood.  She was hot and sweaty and was preparing to squash the bug that had just landed on her arm.  Camping was certainly not for her.

Nick reached into his backpack and pulled out a long coil of rope.  Riley caught sight of it as Nick began to untangle it.  “What’s that for?” she asked, tilting her head slightly.  “To secure the tent so the wind doesn’t blow it over?”

A coy smile played on Nick’s face.  “Not quite, but you are right about one thing.  It is going to be used to secure something.”

Riley’s eyes grew wide.  She had a feeling she was the thing it was meant to secure.  Nick had threatened to tie her down to the bed during the week so he could have his way with her.  He just hadn’t done it.

Sure enough, just as she had scrambled to her feet, Nick had lunged at her, gripping her wrist tightly so she couldn’t get away.  She slapped at his arm in an attempt to free herself. 

Somehow, Nick managed to grab both of Riley’s wrists, pulling them straight out in front of her.  Holding them with one hand, he began binding the rope around her wrists, pulling it tight so she couldn’t escape.

Riley cursed him, but stopped struggling.  It was beginning to have an effect on her.  She could feel her body responding as he secured her wrists. 

Nick grabbed hold of her shirt and pulled it directly over her head and down her arms until it reached where she was tied.  He was grateful that she was wearing her string bikini underneath.  He pulled the strings, smiling in satisfaction as it landed at her feet. 

Her nipples strained into tight peaks as the gentle breeze teased them.  Nick couldn’t help tweaking them, rolling them around in his fingers.  Even with her hands bound, Riley still tried to swat him, telling him she wasn’t in the mood.

Nick responded by pulling down her shorts and bikini bottoms and thrusting his hand between her thighs.  “Feels like you’re in the mood to me,” he told her, playfully spanking her bare backside. 

Riley shook her head as Nick picked her up in his arms and walked over to a large elm tree.  He put her down a couple of feet away from the trunk and began using the remainder of the rope to tie her to the tree.

Once her hands were bound to the strong trunk of the elm, Nick grasped Riley’s hips, bending her over slightly so she was presented to him.

The scent of her arousal was intoxicating and even in the glare of the sun Nick could see her juices trickling from her moist sex.

With a single finger, Nick traced a line over her swollen pussy lips, feeling her jump as he tickled her clitoris.

Arching her back, Riley let out a low moan of pleasure when she felt two of his fingers slide into her aching flesh.

Dropping to his knees, Nick couldn’t help but taste her.  His tongue darted out of his mouth, licking the length of her slit, tasting her juices as they fell on his tongue.  Riley groaned, her hips rocking backwards as his tongue probed her.

A familiar feeling swelled in her belly as his tongue grazed over her clitoris.  Her thighs trembled and Riley gasped as his pace quickened.  Her back arched further as she anticipated the release of her orgasm that was stirring. 

Except there was nothing.

Nick had stopped tonguing her, his fingers withdrawing from her twitching pussy.

Riley let out a frustrated cry, rocking her hips back and forth, hoping that he would take pity on her and bring her to orgasm.  She could feel the urge deep within her.  She wanted to come.

Nick chuckled as he backed away from her, his hand caressing her ass.  He loved how she looked, helplessly tied to a tree in the middle of the wilderness.  She wiggled her ass, hoping it would entice him to return and give it to her until she melted into absolute pleasure.

Instead, Nick refused to move.  Riley begged him to touch her.  She begged him to release her so she could pleasure herself.  Nick refused, standing fully clothed, his arms folded across his chest, a tent pitched nicely in his pants.

Riley let out a wail of frustration as the urge to come subsided and her body cooled.  She was furious at him.  How dare he tease her like this. 

Just as she was plotting his murder, Nick’s tongue found its way back to her pussy, lapping at the outer lips, his fingers pushing deep inside her.  She groaned, her eyes closing, as his tongue tickled her clitoris once again.

Her hips bucked as he added a third finger to her moist centre.  His tongue stopped flicking over her clitoris as his digits explored her sex. 

Riley could feel her orgasm building again.  But before it could explore, Nick stopped.

He stood up and moved in front of her, his hands roaming over her flesh.  His fingers found her nipples and he massaged them in between his fingers.  Riley’s eyes flew open as he tugged harshly at them, pinching them in between his thumb and forefinger.  He repeated this movement as her cries of ecstasy grew louder.

Nick released one of her nipples as he freed himself from the confides of his pants.  The tip of his throbbing cock pressed against Riley’s lips.  She shook her head, closing her eyes, keeping her mouth firmly closed.  Nick sighed and pinched her nipple harder than before. 

Riley cried out and as she did, Nick pushed the tip of his quivering member into her mouth.  Riley’s tongue tickled the head of his shaft, sliding gracefully over the slit on the very tip.  Nick’s hips thrust forward slightly as Riley worked her magic.

Nick’s eyes closed, his hand slipping from her breast as she continued to suck his swollen member into her mouth, teasing it with the very tip of her tongue before licking the ridged shaft all over.  A string of drool dripped from her lips and into the dirt below.

It took a God-like effort for Nick to pull away from her.  Riley’s tongue somehow managed to give the sensitive tip a farewell flick as Nick moved behind her.

She was still wet, her thighs coated in her juices, her clitoris pulsing with desire.  Riley began to beg him to touch her, to make her come.

Instead, Nick grasped her hips and with one quick thrust, he sank his entire length into her causing her pending orgasm to erupt.

He stayed buried deep inside her as her body shook and trembled.  Once she had calmed a little, he began thrusting his hips forward, his hands grasping hers, his nails digging into her flesh.

A trickle of perspiration slid down his nose as he quickened his pace, slamming into her with such force that Riley could feel his balls slapping against her.

She grunted and moaned as another wave of pleasure shook her body from its core.  Her eyes closed, her lips parted as a silent cry escaped her.

Nick felt her inner muscles clenching at him as her second orgasm took control.  He bit his lip as he struggled not to shoot his load deep inside her.  He wanted to enjoy this for as long as humanly possible.

Glancing down, Nick watched with delight as his throbbing cock slid in and out of Riley’s quivering body with total ease.  It was a beautiful sight to watch, especially as his cock was so slick and wet with her juices.  A wicked smile played on his face as an idea popped into his head.

He withdrew from her and lined himself up with her ass.  It was something he had thought about all week as she teased him unmercifully.  Riley whimpered, suddenly afraid of what all her teasing had gotten her into.  Nick glanced up at her as she craned her neck to look over her shoulder.

He pushed against her, feeling the resistance of her back passage.  Riley closed her eyes, clenching her fists as Nick’s enormous cock head slid into her ass.  She cried out as his entire length gently filled her, his hands still clutching her waist.

He stayed still as Riley became use to the new sensation of having her ass filled.  He watched her hands.  Once she had unclenched them, he began moving slowly, watching his cock slide in and out of her ass.

Riley grunted as Nick rocked inside her.  She had never felt so full in her life.  Her grunts slowly began turning to moans as Nick began moving a little faster.  Her hips bucked back against his and soon she was pleading for him to rub her clit so she could come again.

Nick was happy to obliged, his hand snaking around her taut stomach, rubbing against her pubic mound before sliding against her throbbing clit.

Riley tossed her head back, her eyes closed as she let out a low moan.  Nick rubbed her clit, his hips grinding against hers.  He slipped a finger into her wanting flesh as he upped the tempo of this thrust, determined to shoot his load deep inside her ass.

His breathing quickened as he inserted a second finger into Riley.  He could feel her body tensing, her muscles clenching at his fingers, her ass tightening around him.  Her breathing was uneven and her eyes were closed as she concentrated on the orgasm that was building deep inside her.

Nick groaned as Riley pushed back against him, his entire length disappearing deep inside her.  He felt her body shake, her ass milking him as she rode out an intense orgasm. 

Not being able to hold on, Nick gave in, coming deep inside her, feeling her body milk every drop from his quivering appendage. 

Exhausted, Nick pulled out of her, his cock wilting, as his come slowly began to seep from her ass.  His legs felt like jelly but somehow he managed to free Riley from her binds that held her to the tree.

“So, have we learned a lesson?” he asked, as Riley rubbed her wrists, getting circulation back into them.

She nodded, biting her lip.  “I’ve learned two things,” she said, his come dripping down her thigh.  Nick zipped himself back up.  “And what would they be?” he asked.

“One, I should tease you more often and two, you pitch a better tent in your pants than you do for camping reasons.”

Nick’s eyes darkened as Riley’s tongue darted out of her mouth.  Her eyes sparkled with mischief. 

Unzipping his pants, Nick’s cock sprung back to life.  Riley’s eyes widened as Nick grinned at her.  He did have the whole weekend after all.