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