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Speaker 1: It would be easy for Jake to call his meal bland,
Speaker 1: but that really didn't adequately describe how boring the gray
Speaker 1: slop in his bowl was. But that was the price
Speaker 1: of living in the middle of nowhere. As he stared
Speaker 1: at the dripping spoon before his mouth with dread, he
Speaker 1: reminded himself this was nutritional, This would help him survive
Speaker 1: the winter ahead. Another scream echoed around his house the
Speaker 1: fifth to day. Furious Jake threw his spoon back into
Speaker 1: the bowl, which made a disappointing slurping sound as it landed.
Speaker 1: Shut up, he screamed at the wailing noise and trying
Speaker 1: to fucking eat. Waiting for a moment, Jake's shoulders visibly
Speaker 1: drop his silence as floods around his home. It wasn't
Speaker 1: often that Jake had inspiration, but an idea filled his mind.
Speaker 1: Leaning over, he pressed the on button of his radio
Speaker 1: and relaxed a little deeper as country music filled his kitchen.
Speaker 1: As he went to take another mouthful of food, a
Speaker 1: well lifted above the sound of the radio. Throwing his
Speaker 1: spoon down again, he turned the volume up higher to
Speaker 1: drown out that awful noise. Why the fuck can't you
Speaker 1: just shut up and leave me in peace? Another almost mouthful,
Speaker 1: and yet again the wailing rose, drowning the radio into nothingness.
Speaker 1: Leaning over, he turned the volume up as high as
Speaker 1: it would go. Before returning to the bowl of food.
Speaker 1: This time, he managed to get the food into his
Speaker 1: mouth before the wailing lifted so loud to make the
Speaker 1: bowl shake, spitting his food from his mouth. Fury rose
Speaker 1: through him like a torrent. Standing he stalked to the
Speaker 1: wood and picked up the axe next to it, taking
Speaker 1: a moment, as he often did, to stare into the fire,
Speaker 1: losing himself in whatever he saw there. Okay, I'm done.
Speaker 1: You have everything you needed, and you still keep plaguing me,
Speaker 1: he shouts, wiping the remnants of food from his bearded
Speaker 1: mouth as he walks down the darkened corridor, standing before
Speaker 1: a wooden door at the end, rolling his shoulders as
Speaker 1: if about to engage in some strong man competition. The
Speaker 1: bunch of keys jangle just loudly enough to be heard
Speaker 1: despite the noise from radio and wailing. Singling one out,
Speaker 1: he slides it into the lock and turns it a click,
Speaker 1: marking the end of his suffering. The room beyond the
Speaker 1: door is dimly lit, the dark corridor adding no light
Speaker 1: to the shadows that dance around the near naked woman
Speaker 1: crouched on the floor. Of course, the darkness made little
Speaker 1: difference to her dried blood caked her face from underneath
Speaker 1: the makeshift blindfold come bandage that had been in place
Speaker 1: for the past few weeks. She struggled against the manacles
Speaker 1: that held her arms upright, as if she was trying
Speaker 1: to reach the shower head there was some six feet
Speaker 1: above her. You just don't shut up, Petal, Jake mumbled
Speaker 1: as he spun the falset round ice, cold water flooding
Speaker 1: down her body, darkened by the dried blood as it
Speaker 1: escaped through the hole beneath her. Screaming in response, she
Speaker 1: pleads with him, please let me go. Haven't you done enough?
Speaker 1: First a lift, then a bed for the night, a
Speaker 1: hot meal, sex. When you ask me if i'd tie
Speaker 1: you up and tease you, I did just that. Now
Speaker 1: all I get is screams and whining. Petal, you are
Speaker 1: giving me a headache. He stared down at her. He
Speaker 1: really wasn't sure how long it had been since he
Speaker 1: first picked her up when she was hitch hiking through
Speaker 1: the mountains. It must have been a few months ago,
Speaker 1: because the day was damn hot. She was there, all
Speaker 1: cut off shorts showing the cheeks of her ass and
Speaker 1: torn rock chicked t shirt barely hiding her breast, fucking tease,
Speaker 1: he mumbled. Her blonde hair wasn't quite as pretty now,
Speaker 1: and although her nipples were as erect as the day
Speaker 1: he picked her up, they just didn't have the same appeal.
Speaker 1: Guess I got bored of your whining petal, he said,
Speaker 1: shaking his head. As Tammy Winnett came on the radio,
Speaker 1: he closed his eyes, immersing himself in the music. Jake
Speaker 1: couldn't sing, even he had to admit that he did
Speaker 1: like to try, especially when he was engaged in some
Speaker 1: hard physical labor. Closing the door behind him, he walked
Speaker 1: through the water, swirling across the floor before he started
Speaker 1: tunelessly following the song. Raising his axe, he sang even
Speaker 1: louder as he brought it down the water, turning a
Speaker 1: darker and darker crimson with each strike. One year later,
Speaker 1: the day was a beautiful one. Dark clouds hung beyond
Speaker 1: the mountains in the distance, but they were so far
Speaker 1: off they really didn't matter. Trixy jumped from the old
Speaker 1: Chevy pickup. She couldn't believe this house was finally theirs.
Speaker 1: The view alone was worth all the effort. She ran
Speaker 1: up the path to the old door before stopping and
Speaker 1: looking back at Mitch, who was trying to lift some
Speaker 1: boxes from the back. Leave that, she said, coyly, bending
Speaker 1: her leg and teasingly lifting her fingertip along the frayed
Speaker 1: edge of her cutoff denim shorts. We've got a house
Speaker 1: to christen. She probably should have worn a bra, but
Speaker 1: that would have been a sensible thing to do. But
Speaker 1: damn it. Tricksy was well known for her impulsiveness, and
Speaker 1: the caress of the cotton of her artfully torn metallica
Speaker 1: T shirt made her nipples so damn hard, something she
Speaker 1: just knew Mitch could never resist. Come on, hunky chunk,
Speaker 1: I need your cock more than I need those silly boxes,
Speaker 1: she called out, as she pinched her nipples seductively. Are
Speaker 1: you gonna fuck me? Or am I just gonna have
Speaker 1: to grab my vibrator and do it myself. Dropping the
Speaker 1: box to the ground, Mitch ran up the path, butterflies
Speaker 1: exploding in fountains of colors around him as he fumbled
Speaker 1: for the keys in his jeans, Struggling with the lock.
Speaker 1: Eventually the door creaked open. Desperately, Mitch pushed against it,
Speaker 1: forcing it fully open. Grabbing Trixy's wrist, he drags her inside.
Speaker 1: When they are just inside, they turn against the wall,
Speaker 1: and with a frantic passion, he lifts her t shirt
Speaker 1: over her head, exposing her exquisite breasts. He pauses for
Speaker 1: a moment to admire them, before kissing down her neck.
Speaker 1: With a vicious abandon, he bites down her breast, his
Speaker 1: tongue flicking voraciously at her soft skin. Trixy's fingers grasp
Speaker 1: his hair, pulling him hard against her nipples. Bunching his
Speaker 1: head tightly, she urges him lower, his lips trace over
Speaker 1: her stomach. His fingers release a button of her denim shorts,
Speaker 1: sliding them over the curve of her ass. Trixy wriggles
Speaker 1: to let them fall to the ground. Flicking the discarded
Speaker 1: shorts with a foot, they disappear into the shadows of
Speaker 1: the room. As Mitch lowers to his knees, Trixy pushes
Speaker 1: two fingers between her thighs, teasing her already wet lips,
Speaker 1: before pushing inside. Moaning loudly, she pulls her fingers back
Speaker 1: out and traces a line of a wet passion across
Speaker 1: Mitch's eager lips. Are you going to be a good
Speaker 1: boy and eat me? Mitch? She says coyly. Without waiting,
Speaker 1: He thrusts his tongue between her thighs, tasting the beautiful
Speaker 1: juices dripping from her folds. Leaning back against the wall
Speaker 1: for stability, Trixy hitches a leg over Mitch's shoulder, exposing
Speaker 1: her wet pussy to him. Growling, he parts her lips
Speaker 1: with his thumb, flicking hungrily at her clip. She grasps
Speaker 1: his hair, pushing her back up and down the wall.
Speaker 1: Riding his mouth and moans increases. He plunges his fingers
Speaker 1: deep into a welcome pussy, massaging the walls with the
Speaker 1: tips of his fingers. Her passion grows as she rides
Speaker 1: him harder, pulling him against her, his beard bristling at
Speaker 1: her sensitive lips. Wanting him to see the effect he
Speaker 1: is having, she looks down, managing to say between gasps,
Speaker 1: look at me, honey. Seeing his blue eyes sparkling as
Speaker 1: he looks up from her pussy sends Trixy over the edge.
Speaker 1: Her core tenses as a wildfire of passion shoots or
Speaker 1: at veins. Oh fuck, she cries as her orgasm explodes
Speaker 1: deep inside. Not wanting the sensations to stop, she lowers
Speaker 1: her leg quickly from his shoulder, turns and says, take
Speaker 1: me from behind. Fuck me hard, Mitch, don't go treating
Speaker 1: me like a porcelain doll. Hurriedly, Mitch loosens his jeans,
Speaker 1: letting them drop to the floor as he grasps his
Speaker 1: cock and pushes it deep inside Trixy. The tremors of
Speaker 1: her last orgasm still reverberate through a pussy, clutching with
Speaker 1: a desperate as Mitch's fingernails dig into her hips, pulling
Speaker 1: her back onto him. Hammering into her wet pussy trix.
Speaker 1: He pushes against the wall, forcing his cock even deeper
Speaker 1: inside her, the waves of her orgasm growing into a
Speaker 1: tsunami of pleasure. Feeling his cock filling her, her core
Speaker 1: clutches at it, forcing his aching cock to swell to
Speaker 1: the point of exploding. Together, they tense as he erupts
Speaker 1: warm come inside her, her orgasm exploding again as she cries,
Speaker 1: fuck Mitch. The sensation of his pulsing cock is so beautiful.
Speaker 1: Trixy's pussy clutches onto it, massaging every drop out of him.
Speaker 1: As the pleasure subsides, they drift to the floor, Trixy
Speaker 1: resting her head against his chest as she listens to
Speaker 1: his slowing heartbeat. Mitch, do you think we have enough
Speaker 1: furniture for this place? She whispers. We kind of bolted
Speaker 1: on the spur of the moment and we haven't even
Speaker 1: really looked around it yet properly, Trixy, we can always
Speaker 1: buy more furniture, he says, with a gentle smile, And
Speaker 1: I know you there is no way a woman like
Speaker 1: you with your shopping talents or leave a corner of
Speaker 1: this place empty. A guess, I'm still real anxious to
Speaker 1: see our furniture here. Do we know what time it
Speaker 1: will be coming tomorrow? She says, with a hint of excitement. Nope, sorry,
Speaker 1: they just said they'll text me in the morning. Meet response.
Speaker 1: Maybe Jack Cargreave's or whatever his name was that lived
Speaker 1: here before has left some we could use, Tricksy giggles
Speaker 1: gently before saying, from what I've heard of him, we
Speaker 1: probably wouldn't want any. Did you read this stuff I
Speaker 1: printed out for you? You know I've forgot about that,
Speaker 1: he says, apologies, ethically, what did it say? Well, they
Speaker 1: found him up here dead after that really bad winter
Speaker 1: last year. Trixy lowers her voice to add the impact
Speaker 1: as she continues, And they found blood human blood, so
Speaker 1: they figured he turned to cannibalism to try and survive. Gross.
Speaker 1: Will remind me to throw out any cooking utensil we find,
Speaker 1: Mitch says, squirming. You really find it exciting, don't you
Speaker 1: just thinking about it? Well? Yeah, you know how I
Speaker 1: love a good horror, and what better horror than in
Speaker 1: the house you're living in. Maybe it's haunted, Mitch. We
Speaker 1: could have a voyeur ghost watching me blow you God,
Speaker 1: that would be so horny. Yes, Mitch replies, without Trixy's enthusiasm.
Speaker 1: Come on, let's get the truck unloaded before that storm
Speaker 1: hits and find our blankets. Guess that's going to be
Speaker 1: our bed for the night, and if you're good, I'll
Speaker 1: get a fire going if I can remember how to.
Speaker 1: Trixy kisses his chest before standing up, wondering where her
Speaker 1: shorts are gone. Mitch watches her fondly, smiling before spanking
Speaker 1: her butt playfully and saying, just put your t shirt
Speaker 1: back on. I'll get the boxes in you find the
Speaker 1: flask of coffee and cold pizza, we say from last night.
Speaker 1: Maybe see if you can find the torches and we
Speaker 1: can do a bit of exploration before night hits. Unloading
Speaker 1: the boxes actually took less time than they had thought,
Speaker 1: and thanks to Trixy's hidden talent of organization, the blanket, pizza, coffee,
Speaker 1: and torches were all in one box ready for their
Speaker 1: first night. They decided to explore separately, neither of them
Speaker 1: feeling a huge amount of enthusiasm for it until the
Speaker 1: electric was connected in the morning. Their exploration lasted little
Speaker 1: more than an hour before they met up in front
Speaker 1: of the open fireplace. Find anything good, Tricks, Mitch asked,
Speaker 1: Just a shower room needs a serious makeover. It's dank.
Speaker 1: I don't think I'll be using it for a while.
Speaker 1: What about you? Just some bits and pieces. I'll show
Speaker 1: you after dinner. I'm starving, honey. It's cold in here.
Speaker 1: The pizza is cold. I'm not eating until you have
Speaker 1: a roaring fire going in that fireplace. The art of
Speaker 1: lighting a fire returned to Mitch fairly easily, and within
Speaker 1: ten minutes the flames danced over the logs, crackling with
Speaker 1: enthusiasm as the fire grew. I knew I could do it,
Speaker 1: Mitch said, proudly. Tricks. He had laid the blankets out
Speaker 1: on the floor to form a crude mattress in front
Speaker 1: of the fire and the open box of cold pizza
Speaker 1: and coffee looked extremely welcoming. Dang, I didn't know how
Speaker 1: hungry all was. I'm really glad we bought that. Now,
Speaker 1: taking a slice of pizza, Mitch paused to watch the
Speaker 1: light of the fire dance across Trixy's face. You really
Speaker 1: are so beautiful, he said, every word dripping with sincerity.
Speaker 1: As they devoured the cold pizza. With nothing left in
Speaker 1: the box, they tore it up and threw it on
Speaker 1: the fire, a gentle hiss emanating from the logs as
Speaker 1: a fire burned through the last of the remaining cheese.
Speaker 1: You're holding out on me, mister, Trixy said, with a
Speaker 1: mischievous glint in her eyes. I am Mitch, ass Yeah
Speaker 1: you are. You haven't shown me what you've found, she
Speaker 1: says playfully. Mitch grabs her cloth bag from the corner
Speaker 1: of the room. Close your eyes, Trixy, you'll love this. Obediently,
Speaker 1: she closes her eyes as Mitch says, hold out your hand.
Speaker 1: Raising her left hand, she feels cold metal surrounding her
Speaker 1: wrist before hearing a click. Opening her eyes, she stares
Speaker 1: at the manacled secured to a risk. Where did you
Speaker 1: find that it was upstairs. Honestly, the rest of the
Speaker 1: house seems empty, he said. Do you think he was
Speaker 1: some kind of kinky fucker calp This house gets better
Speaker 1: and better. Ever wanted to try it. Not the silk
Speaker 1: we used before, but something more heavy duty, Much said,
Speaker 1: with the devilishness in his eyes. A wave of rain
Speaker 1: hit the window, announcing the arrival of the storm that
Speaker 1: had been threatening all day, surprising them both tricks. He
Speaker 1: turns back to Mitch, grinning, I'm going for most things,
Speaker 1: you know that. But where can we fix it? Looking around,
Speaker 1: Mitch sees two large rings attached to the hearth. We
Speaker 1: can thread them through that, he announces, triumphantly. Gone. Then
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Speaker 2: Oh?
Speaker 1: You want to see my ass that you like so much?
Speaker 1: Definitely your ass, he said, grinning wildly, fixing the other
Speaker 1: manacle around Trixy's other wrist and clicking it shut. Mitch
Speaker 1: stops and stares into the fire, losing himself in the flames.
Speaker 1: The storm outside builds it to a crescendo, thunder drumming
Speaker 1: through the house, fingers of lightning flashing light through the windows. Well,
Speaker 1: come on, my pussy, ain't used to waiting, Trixy eventually says,
Speaker 1: shattering any thoughts, Mitch had, just make sure you get
Speaker 1: the right hole in this darkness. Mitch turns and looks
Speaker 1: at Trixy before kneeling in front of her face. Running
Speaker 1: his fingers through her hair. He pulls it back harshly,
Speaker 1: forcing her mouth open. Before she can say a word,
Speaker 1: Mitch thrusts his hard cock ferociously into her mouth, pounding
Speaker 1: into her throat like a beast possessed. Tears stream down
Speaker 1: Trixie's eyes as his cock pushes deeper and deeper inside.
Speaker 1: Soak my cock, petal, he moans as his bulls bash
Speaker 1: against Trixy's chin. Gasping for breath, Trixy can't find a
Speaker 1: space to ask him to stop, to tell him how
Speaker 1: much she doesn't like this. Without warning, he pulls out
Speaker 1: of her mouth and moves behind her. Mitch, if you
Speaker 1: wanted to blow job, you just needed to ask, she says,
Speaker 1: her voice cracking. You whine too much? Petal, he says sternly,
Speaker 1: before ripping her t shirt and tying it around her
Speaker 1: mouth in a makeshift gag. Parting her ash cheeks, he
Speaker 1: forces his cock deep and hard into her butt. Her
Speaker 1: body tensing from the unpleasurable sensation as he forces himself
Speaker 1: violently past her tight ring of muscle with deep, unforgiving thrusts.
Speaker 1: The tears that had started streaming down her cheeks earlier
Speaker 1: were now a veritable waterful from the sensations of being
Speaker 1: fucked so hard in herass. This was most definitely not sexy.
Speaker 1: The brutality of his fucking is like nothing tricks He
Speaker 1: has ever experienced with Mitch before, and she hopes, like
Speaker 1: hell she would never again. Her relief came not from
Speaker 1: her own orgasm, but from feeling Mitch silently come inside her. God,
Speaker 1: she hoped it was over now, deathly silent. Mitch withdrew
Speaker 1: and stood up, walking toward the fire, saw and aching Tricks.
Speaker 1: He managed to pull the gag from her mouth and
Speaker 1: ask between sobs, why were you so fucking brutal? Mitch?
Speaker 1: That wasn't good. Mitch just shrugs his shoulders while he
Speaker 1: stares into the fire, as if lost in a dream.
Speaker 1: He picked up the old axe that stood there before
Speaker 1: turning to face Tricksy. In the firelight, she can see
Speaker 1: his features contrive somehow, he looked older, more sinister to
Speaker 1: the people on the far side of the valley that night,
Speaker 1: the noises would have sounded like coyotes howling at the storm,
Speaker 1: or perhaps a scream of the wind through the trees.
Speaker 1: But we know different, dear listener. So I hope you
Speaker 1: enjoyed that. Yes, my little first foray into horror. Let
Speaker 1: me know what you think, Let me know. I know
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