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Yes do, and welcome to another episode of Wild and Bed,
your Monday night destination for salacious stories, sensual satisfaction, and
fingerlicking good fantasies. Now, just as a warning, tonight's story
is very dark. There is a strong element of BDSM.
So please, if you a a fragile disposition, you have
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minutes or so, it's just you and my voice. This
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as you listen to my voice and feel the story
moving through your body as you enjoy tonight's show. Abigail
Harper sat in the darkness alone. She had followed up
some pretty strange leads, but this had to be the
weirdest so far. Breeze caresses around her as if a
door had been silently open somewhere in the distance, and
then just as quickly, the breeze is gone, and in
the darkness she can see green eyes studying her. Somewhere
from the shadows, a whisper emerges. We have found the
man you seek. Was it a whisper? Did she hear
it with her ears, or did the words just appear
in her mind? I have no idea who you mean,
she said, defiantly. You know exactly who you mean. Four
hooded figures separate themselves from the shadows. From their silhouette.
Girl guesses they must be human, but something about them
doesn't quite hold with the concept of human. Devereaux, the
voice continues, He is here in the city, smiling, Abigail says,
what is your interest in him or me? We have
history with Devereaux. It would suit us if he was
no longer here, if he was no longer anywhere. Waiting
for a moment, Abigail considers whether these humans might actually
be worse than Devereux. But no, She knew that Devereux
was a man that tortured and murdered her to insist
her he was a demon. She knew of whatever these
things were, they had never caused her any pain, so
right now they were friends, or as close to friends
as she might ever find in a situation like this. Okay,
Tommy Moore, she utters, repressing the earth to sound at
least happy. There is a file on the table in
front of you. It tells you everything you need to
find him. Before the words have entered her mind, Abigail
notices a Manila file on the table that she had
never noticed before. In fact, she couldn't remember recalling seeing
the table either. Thank you, do you want to report back?
We will know the outcome, the voice said flatly. Remember
Devereux is very old and very cunning. You will have
to push yourself to the limits and possibly beyond them,
to complete your task. Do not rely on garlic or crucifixes.
You must drain him of every last remaining drop of blood.
But first you must set your mind, and this might
help you to do that. Without warning, a clamping sensation
fixes around aber Girl's head, as if a large hand
were clasping her temples, and then a flash of green
light blinds her before it recedes, fading back into the darkness.
And then there are no voices, no figures in the shadows,
just Abergil sat in the dark, once again alone, with
the beginnings of a fucking migraine. Fucking weirdos, she says
as she stands to leave sat in her car. Abergil
stares at the aging eyes in the mirror. Determination was
one thing she had always had plenty of, but there
was always a price to pay for it, and she
was looking straight at it. The flecks of gray in
her hair seemed to be spreading. The wrinkles that she
once passed off as laughter lines were now etched caverns
on her delicate porcelain skin. The stress of obviously pursuing
her sister's killer for years was written across her face,
not to say her body. The athletic frame she had
once been so proud of now sagged in all the
wrong places. The long hours meant that the gym had
become a forgotten luxury. Her growing cynicism at the world
at large had created a trail of felk relationships. This
wasn't a goal, It was a curse. God, what was
she doing forty two years old and about to walk
into the den of one of the most notorious suspected
murderers in the city, A man she knew had been
responsible for countless brutal murders. A man that held a
vice like grip of fear over the sea. A man
known for his treatment of women, his tortures, passions, a
man who murdered her sister. The owner of Purgatory nightclub,
a den of inequity, of ever there was one specializing
in bedism, parties, and god knows how many other sinful activities.
A man that the cops could not get a single
lead on. A man that no one seemed to know
anything about. He had no history, no friends, nothing. It
was as if he had just appeared one day, set
up a club of perverts, and become disgustingly wealthy. Lifting
the Manila Vile from the passenger seat, Abigat stared into
the emerald green height of Devereaux, or as he called
himself now, Luca Mallam, and they stared right back at her.
The notes from them had said he was seeking an
assistant after his last one had disappeared. Is she really
going to do this? Could she follow through the same
fate as her sister? Since meeting whatever they were, her
dream to become haunted. His black hair that always seemed
to be unkempt his trimmed beard, and those lips. Somehow,
even when he smiled, there was always a tint of
cruelty to it. Yeah, she found them so damn sexual.
Her eyes drive closed as the dreams returned to haunt
her once again, the burning sensation of his beard along
her thighs, his teeth biting at that sensitive flesh, Images
of her yielding pain flooding through her body, turning to
a beautiful ecstasy under the heat of his cruel touch,
being tied up, bound and flogged, yielding to his desires,
letting him decide her guilty pleasures. Her eyes opened, suddenly,
aware of the first avalanche of pleasure moving through her body,
her skirt around her waist, her hand rubbing furiously at
her throbbing clt Oh, God, Abigail moans loudly as her
body arches in an intense orgasm. She had no idea
she was bringing on, panting hoarsely these strange, dark fantasies
of plate has since she met with them every night,
hounded by the desire to submit, to be punished, to
be tormented. Why, she didn't know. She had no idea.
These desires had never occupied her mind before, but right
now they were all she could think of. But she
was here to do a job, find a way to
kill this son of a bitch, and finally she might
get some rest. Abigail tries to ignore the trickle of
damn as caressing her thighs as she adjusts her wet
panties and straightens her skirt. Stepping out of the car,
her legs shake a little as she stands, the feeling
of standing in heels unfamiliar to her now forcing a
harsh side from her lips. She reminds herself, I'm here
for one thing, nothing else, stealing herself to the legendary
charisma that was merely feet away. Grabbing her resume from
the car, perfectly written for the vacancy of personal assistant,
Abigail takes a deep breath and walks towards the gothic
doors that mark the entrance to Purgatory Nightclub, staring for
a moment at the hideous gargoles that seemed to see
straight into her soul. As she lifts her hand to
pull the bell cord, she expects a resounding bell chime,
maybe a large gong. What she did not expect was
a small embarrassed tinkle somewhere in the distance whenutes passed,
not a sound from behind the hideous wooden doors. Suddenly
panicking she might have the time wrong, Abigail retrieves herself
from from the depths of her purse. Nine fifty five am,
checking her schedule. Yep, the appointment was for ten am,
so the role of assistant probably didn't mean a lot
to him, but she thought he might have had the
manners to turn up to the interview, Watching the time
tick by on her phone, ten am. Okay, she was
going to sit in her car and give him fifteen minutes,
and then she was definitely going back home and blowing
off this waste of time. Screwed Luca Mallam, screwed whatever
they were, This was obviously another bum lead. But she
would find him and she would kill him. Obviously not today,
but she would. Fumbling for her keys in her purse,
her mood did not approve as they fall toward the ground.
Suddenly they were suspended in mid air, floating on a
strong hand, long fingers clasped around them tightly. You should
be more careful, miss Abah, a voice says next to
her ear. It must be next to her ear. She
knows it must. She can feel the heat of his
breath caressing her skin in such a filthy way. But
the sound, the sound wasn't coming through her ears. That
sound was grasping her breast, pinching her nipples, and sliding
with vicious determination down her stomach and clutching her pussy
so hard it forced an audible gasp from her lips.
Get a grip, Abigail, It's just a voice, that always,
that belongs to a normal man with green eyes, dark hair,
and those lips. Another gasp betrays her thoughts. Abigail pushes
her fingernails viciously into a palm as she clenches her fist,
forcing us If to regain control. As she turns on
the hill, defiantly staring into those eyes, ignoring the wildfire
burning between her thighs, and says, mister mallam, I'm glad
you could make it, even if you are a little late,
smiling as warmly as she dare. His lips twist, eventually
transforming into a beautifully cruel smile. And this is why
I need an assistant, if I can make sure my
sorry ass was everywhere it was meant to be when
it was meant to be there, Miss Harper, then we
would not be speaking right now. Please in the keys
in her hand, before guiding her back towards the doors
to Hell, his hand pressing on the smaller her back
in a possessive way, the pawd of his thumb pressing
in just such a way to keep all her hotspots
well and truly inflamed. Pushing the door open, which, surprisingly
for such a large door, it made no sound at all.
Luca guided her along the corridor, releasing the pressure on
her back when they arrived at a small door in
the paneled wall. Careful as you walk through, it is
dark and there are stairs straight down, he whispers, so
close to Rea, she could feel every nerve trembling in
anticipation that he might actually kiss her neck. Desire blisters
up her back at the caress of his breath, the
heat of his body burning through her shirt, sending waves
of erotic anticipation rushing up and down a spine. Cursing herself,
she needs to shut these unwonted desires from her mind.
Where the fuck did they come from? She never even
imagined anything kinkier than giving a blow job before she
had met whatever they were. Now her mind was constantly
flooded with such dark desires, things she could never even
have contemplated before. Her body ate for these painful delights
in such a way that she just didn't know what
to do. When they reached the bottom of the stone steps,
he guides it to a seat on one side of
a large wooden desk, Only he sits on the other side,
studying her for a moment. He eventually asked, you know
what sort of club we are? The entertainment we provide, yes,
her voice stumbling over the sudden images flashing in her mind.
Good it saves a lot of explaining, he says, before
standing and walking around the desk. Follow me, standing and
following him through a pair of heavy velvet curtains at
the rear of the room, Abigail is stunned by the
various bondage and tortured devices that lay beyond. My customers
come here for a show, he says, smirking little, and
I like to give them one. His fingers linger longingly
on a metal bar of one device. This is an
air manacle, for example. It is so simple and yet
so entertaining. So tell me, miss Harper, Have you ever
been manacled? His green eye is fixing on hers, as
if he were staring into her soul. The imager erupts
in her mind of being manacled, a being flogged, of
being fucked so hard she can barely stand. No, No,
I haven't. Abigail whispers, her mouth dry from the desire
pulsing between her thighs. His gaze holding hers, he whispers,
but you want to. I can smell how much that
idea turns you on. That cruel smiler erupts over his
lips as he moves closer to the bar. Try it,
miss Harper, he says, smiling as if knowing his words
are to request, but a command that she cannot deny
without knowing why. She suddenly finds her wrist pressed against
the cold metal as he swings another bar over as
cure as the manacles closed. Slowly, walking behind Abigail, he
leans in so close she can feel his cold breath
against her neck. Darkly, he whispers, I can read your thoughts.
You know I know why you are here. He pulls
hard on a rope and the manacles rise higher in
the air, pulling Abigail off the ground. Fear burns through
her body as she suddenly realizes how vulnerable she is
trapped by this murderer. How could she have been so
fucking stupid? Yet, even as that thought erubs in her mind,
another one floods over it, the thought of being flogged
while she hangs here, a being fuked, and there was
nothing she could do about it. Of the tortuous delights
this man was an expert in her pussy defiantly begins
to weep her pleasure, the warm caress of a desire,
tracing a line down her thigh, moving her hand inside
her shirt. His eyes glare a terrifying mixture of green
and red as he rips the material and casts it
to the floor. Her breasts exposed to the cold air
of the cellar, her nipples force and to painful peaks.
The desire burning through her body makeing them make even harder.
Plucking one finger on the front of her braw, he whispers,
such beautifully formed, petite breass, Such a shame to hide
them behind the lace. Another harsh put in her brass
snaps painfully across her back. Slowly, looka traces a fingernail
around her breast. The sharp pain of his now punctuated
by the wildfire. Moving through a pussy. Slowly, he traces
a single fingernail down her stomach under a stinging caress.
Her core clutches. Her pussy throbs in anticipation of where
that finger might go as he finds a waistband to
a skirt, fingering it while he holds her gaze. With
one sudden movement, he snaps her waistband and her skirt
falls to the ground. Grinning maliciously, he watches her face
for a moment, watches her reaction as his hand traces
the line of her panties, realizing how embarrassingly where she is.
As his fingers traced between her thighs and caressing the
soft material of her lace, before sliding back up to
her waistband, again, sliding one finger inside, he rips her
panties off with another sudden movement, her pussy pulsing violently
as the cold air bites at her clent. She is
suddenly aware of how naked and exposure is and how
it turned on. She is by the whole idea of
what he is doing. Where did these salts come from?
Where did these desires? These needs? He turns and grabs
at the strap from the side, strapping it tightly around
her ankle. He pulls it so it snaps shut, fixing
her leg out with an awkward angle, and then the
other leg to another strap, her pussy exposed to the
air to this man before he returns to the rope
of the manacles and lowers her a little, then tightens
a rope of the feet, suspending her so she is
now almost horizontal in the air, So prone, so vulnerable.
Desire courses through Abigail's body as she realizes he can
do anything he wants to her right now, and she
can't stop him, or goes silent for a moment before
Abigail is shocked to feel the biting sensation of a
flogger against her thigh, its coarse straps biting at her
sensitive skin, her pussy responding in a beautiful symphony at
the wave of while fire moving up and down her body. Again,
another thrush of the flogger, this time on the other thigh,
her body feeling like electricity is burning through it, every cell,
every fiber tensing in pleasure. As he moves around behind
her head, pulling her hair down, he whispers, I know
exactly why you're here? She moans loudly from pleasure in
pain as he pulls her hair, and suddenly she feels
the tip of his hard cock teasing between her lips,
pushing deep into her mouth, the very tip of it
pushing at the back of her throat, forcing her gag reflex,
her body tensing with the pleasure coursing through her. Why
the fuck will she enjoying this so much? Why did
she feel on the very edge of coming just by
having him fuck her mouth so hardh As he pushes
deeper and deeper into her mouth, stretching her lips around
his girth, she can feel him swelling, throbbing even larger
in her mouth, pulsing as the first drops of pre
comb drop into her throat, and then suddenly he withdraws,
stepping away, He walks around her, moving between her thighs,
teasing his cock along the lips of a pussy, forcing
a loud mourn of desire from Amber Girl's lips. Suspended
in air, she can offer no resistance, no assistance, as
he hammers a hard thrust into a pussy, his fingers
reaching around her nipples. He grasps her breast hard as
he pulls her back into each and every thrust, fucking
her deeper and deeper her body like some mechanism, just
fucking his herd cock. As she feels her body already,
her thighs tensing, she can feel her or gassim and
why why is she going to come so hard? When
he is doing nothing but torture her, the sensations moving
through a body burning like a wildfire as she feels
his cock swelling inside of her, her lips stretching around
his girth as he growls deeply within his chest. His
body tightens in hers titans in response, her pussy clutching
at his cock, needing to come, needing that satisfaction she
has needed since she first saw him. When, with the
explosion of his cock inside of her, she feels her
body tremble in beautiful or chasm. Her head drolls back,
feeling his warm cum pulsing inside of her pussy, her
own body trembling in the cool of the air, with
the waves of pleasure moving up and down the skin.
He withdraws seems to be pulling something heavy across the
floor before he returns to her head. I know exactly
who you are, miss Harper, and why you are here?
He whispers, before releasing both ropes, Abigail falling, winding herself
as she lands hard on metal bars. He slams a
cage lid shut over Abergil's bruised and sated body. Clicking
the lock shut, Luca turns and strides towards the velvet curtains.
Glancing back, he snarles, I just haven't decided what to
do with you yet, So for part two, Hm, you'll
have to wait till next Monday. I ain't gives you
a nice little teaser of what's to come. How will
she escape her metal cage? How will she get away
from and kill the man that's killed her sister already? Well,
you'll have to wait till next week to find out.
So I look forward to seeing you again. We can
get wild in bed all over again, but for now
and always with your pleasure in mind. This is Devil
in Wild, wishing you salacious dreams.