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Speaker 1: you enjoy tonight's show. It will be easy for Jake
Speaker 1: to call his meal bland, but that really didn't adequately
Speaker 1: describe how boring the gray slop in his bowl was.
Speaker 1: But that was the price of living in the middle
Speaker 1: of nowhere. As he stared at the dripping spoon before
Speaker 1: his mouth with dread, he reminded himself this was nutritional.
Speaker 1: This would help him survive the winter ahead. Another scream
Speaker 1: echoed around his house the fifth to day. Furious, Jake
Speaker 1: threw his spoon back into the bowl, which made a
Speaker 1: disappointing slurping sound as it landed. Shut up, he screamed
Speaker 1: at the wailing noise and trying to fucking eat. Waiting
Speaker 1: for a moment, Jake's shoulders visibly drop as silence as
Speaker 1: floods around his home. It wasn't often that Jake had inspiration,
Speaker 1: but an idea filled his mind. Leaning over, he pressed
Speaker 1: the on button of his radio and relaxed a little
Speaker 1: deeper as country music filled his kitchen. As he went
Speaker 1: to take another man mouthful of food, a well lifted
Speaker 1: above the sound of the radio, throwing his spoon down again.
Speaker 1: He turned the volume up higher to drown out that
Speaker 1: awful noise. Why the fuck can't you just shut up
Speaker 1: and leave me in peace? Another almost mouthful, and yet
Speaker 1: again the wailing rose, drowning the radio into nothingness. Leaning over,
Speaker 1: he turned the volume up as high as it would
Speaker 1: go before returning to the bowl of food. This time,
Speaker 1: he managed to get the food into his mouth before
Speaker 1: the wailing lifted so loud to make the bowl shake,
Speaker 1: spitting his food from his mouth. Fury rose through him
Speaker 1: like a torrent. Standing he stalked to the woodpile and
Speaker 1: picked up the axe next to it, taking a moment,
Speaker 1: as he often did, to stare into the fire, losing
Speaker 1: himself in whatever he saw there. Okay, I'm done. You
Speaker 1: 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 cats 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 around 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 winding, 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, but he
Speaker 1: did like to try, especially when he was engaged in
Speaker 1: some hard physical labor. Closing the door behind him, he
Speaker 1: walked through the water, swirling across the floor before he
Speaker 1: started tuning. Following the song. Raising his axe, he sang
Speaker 1: even louder as he brought it down the water turning
Speaker 1: a 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 pick up. 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 cut off Denham shorts. We've got a
Speaker 1: house to christen. She probably should have worn a bra,
Speaker 1: but that would have been a sensible thing to do.
Speaker 1: But damn it. Trixy was well known for her impulsiveness,
Speaker 1: and the caress of the cotton of her artfully torn
Speaker 1: metallica T shirt made her nipples so damn hard, something
Speaker 1: she 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 her 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 tricks, he hitches a leg over Mitch's shoulder,
Speaker 1: exposing her wet pussy to him. Growling, he parts her
Speaker 1: lips with his thumb, flicking hungrily at her clip. She
Speaker 1: grasps 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 welcoming 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 Trixie. The tremors of
Speaker 1: her last orgasm still reverberate through a pussy, clutching with
Speaker 1: a desperate need. As Mitch's fingernails dig into her hips,
Speaker 1: pulling her back onto him, hammering into her wet pussy,
Speaker 1: Trixie pushes against the wall, forcing his cock even deeper
Speaker 1: inside her, the waves of her orgasm rowing 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, Fuck, Mitch,
Speaker 1: the sensation of his pulsing cock is so beautiful. Trixy's
Speaker 1: 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 bolt
Speaker 1: it on the spur of the moment, and we haven't
Speaker 1: even really looked around it yet properly, Trixy, we can
Speaker 1: always buy more furniture, he says with a gentle smile.
Speaker 1: And I I know you. There is no way a
Speaker 1: woman like you, with your shopping talents or leave a
Speaker 1: corner of this place empty. I guess I'm still real
Speaker 1: anxious to see our furniture here. Do we know what
Speaker 1: time it will be coming tomorrow? She says with a
Speaker 1: hint of excitement. Nope, sorry, they just said they'll text
Speaker 1: me in the morning. Meet responds. Maybe Jack Cargrey's or
Speaker 1: whatever his name was that lived here before has left
Speaker 1: some we could use, Trixy giggles gently before saying, from
Speaker 1: what I've heard of him, we probably wouldn't want any.
Speaker 1: Did you read this stuff I printed out for you?
Speaker 1: You know I forgot about that, he says, apologetically. What
Speaker 1: did it say? Well, they found him up here dead
Speaker 1: after that really bad winter last year. Trixy lowers her
Speaker 1: voice to add the impact as she continues, And they
Speaker 1: found human blood, so they figured he turned to cannibalism
Speaker 1: to try and survive. Gross, will remind me to throw
Speaker 1: out any cooking your tensil we find, Mitch says, squirming.
Speaker 1: You really find it exciting, don't you just thinking about it? Well? Yeah,
Speaker 1: you know how I love a good horror, and what
Speaker 1: better horror than in the house you're living in. Maybe
Speaker 1: it's haunted, Mitch. We could have a voyeur ghost watching me.
Speaker 1: Blow you God, that would be so horny. Yes, Mitch replies,
Speaker 1: without Trixy's enthusiasm. Come on, let's get the truck unloaded
Speaker 1: before that storm hits and find our blankets. Guess that's
Speaker 1: going to be our bed for the night. And if
Speaker 1: you're good, I'll get a fire going. If I can
Speaker 1: remember how to. Trixy kisses his chest before standing up,
Speaker 1: wondering where her shorts are gone. Mitch watches her fondly,
Speaker 1: smiling before spanking her butt playfully and saying, just put
Speaker 1: your t shirt back on. I'll get the boxes in
Speaker 1: you find the flask of coffee and cold pizza, we
Speaker 1: say from last night. Maybe see if you can find
Speaker 1: the torches and we can do a bit of exploration
Speaker 1: before night hits. Unloading the boxes actually took less time
Speaker 1: than they had thought, and thanks to Trixy's hidden talent
Speaker 1: of organization, the blanket, pizza, coffee, and torches were all
Speaker 1: in one box ready for their first night. They decided
Speaker 1: to explore separately, neither of them feeling a huge amount
Speaker 1: of enthusiasm for it until the electric was connected in
Speaker 1: the morning. Their exploration lasted little more than an hour
Speaker 1: before they met up in front of the open fireplace.
Speaker 1: Find anything good tricks, Mitch asked, just a shower room
Speaker 1: needs a serious makeover. It's stank. I don't think I'll
Speaker 1: be using it for a while. What about you? Just
Speaker 1: some bits and pieces I'll show you after dinner. I'm starving, honey.
Speaker 1: It's cold in here. The pizza is cold. I'm not
Speaker 1: eating until you have a roaring fire going in that fireplace.
Speaker 1: The art of lighting a fire returned to Mitch fairly easily,
Speaker 1: and within ten minutes, the flames danced over the logs,
Speaker 1: crackling with enthusiasm as the fire grew. We knew I
Speaker 1: could do it, Mitch said, proudly. Tricks He had laid
Speaker 1: the blankets out on the floor to form a crude
Speaker 1: mattress in front of the fire, and the open box
Speaker 1: of cold pizza and coffee looked extremely welcoming. Dang, I
Speaker 1: didn't know how hungry all was. I'm really glad we
Speaker 1: bought that. Now, taking a slice of pizza, Mitch paused
Speaker 1: to watch the light of the fire dance across Trixy's face.
Speaker 1: You really are so beautiful, he said, every word dripping
Speaker 1: with sincerity. As they devoured the cold pizza. With nothing
Speaker 1: left in the box, they tore it up and threw
Speaker 1: it on the fire, a gentle hiss emanating from the
Speaker 1: logs as of fire burned through the last of the
Speaker 1: remaining cheese. You're holding out on me, mister, Trixy said,
Speaker 1: with a mischievous glint in her eyes. I am miach
Speaker 1: ass yea. You are You haven't shown me what you've found,
Speaker 1: she says playfully. Mitch grabs her cloth bag from the
Speaker 1: corner 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 secure 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? God, 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 game 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. Go on, then,
Speaker 1: which way do you want me boring in vanilla? Or
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 wrists and clicking it shut. Mitch
Speaker 1: stops and stares into the fire, losing himself in the flames.
Speaker 1: The storm outside builds to a crescendo, thunder drumming through
Speaker 1: 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: Suck my cock, petal, he moans, as his bulls bash
Speaker 1: against Trixy's chin. Gasping for breath. Trixy can't find us
Speaker 1: base 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 waterfull from the sensations of being
Speaker 1: fucked so hard in her ass. This was most definitely
Speaker 1: not sexy. The brutality of his fucking is like nothing
Speaker 1: tricks he has ever experienced with Mitch before, and she hopes,
Speaker 1: like hell 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
Speaker 1: tricks he managed to pull the gag from her mouth
Speaker 1: and 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 Trixie. In the firelight, she can see
Speaker 1: his features contride. Somehow, he looked older, more sinister, and
Speaker 1: to the people on the far side of the valley
Speaker 1: that night, the noises would have sounded like coyotes howling
Speaker 1: at the storm, or perhaps a scream of the wind
Speaker 1: through the trees. But we know different, dear listener. So
Speaker 1: I hope you enjoyed that, Yes, my little first foray
Speaker 1: into horror. Let me know what you think, Let me know.
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