My symphony

They say bite marks are notes of love

if this is so I wish to splay your body out

use your flesh to pen my great symphony

your cries and moans to be my orchestra

and the climax of my masterpiece to leave you breathless

As i watch her

As I look at you the distance between us disappears

the smell of your perfume intoxicates me

the depth of your eyes drowns me

the pulse of your heart commands me

the breadth of your love engulfs me

your sweet moist kiss saturates me

everything about you I crave

If I said that I loved you that would be a lie

for love is not grand enough to cover how I feel

the wanton desire of you

the heartfelt need of you

the ache for your touch

the sweet crescendo of your voice

all this things and more

I dare say love is to small a word.  

the End Anew Chapter One

The search for a cure,

           

            Everyone expected a world war or alien invasion, but it was more human than that. We tried to play gods. We created a race of humans that would be better suited to work and serve us their masters. We made them better in every way. The problem we succeeded. The results where stellar. Higher cognitive abilities, stronger, faster, resistant to disease. Everything we had hoped for except one thing. They refused to serve. It did not take them long to realize they were superior. When they were commanded to return to the clone vats for recycling they rebelled. It was quick and brutal. Those they found inferior where quickly dispatched. Others were captured for unknown reasons. Then a man did something unexpected. He fought back. He used the same procedure on himself as was used to create the new enemy. But it acted differently, and he started to change. Through a series of cybernetic and genetic changes he stopped the mutations. Now he searches the wastelands for his lab again, because of her. She was one of them but he loved her. He could not explain it nor did he care to.

             She was created in a lab like all the others but that was something wrong with her. Something They could not explain. It was not until she was 16 years old did it become apparent. As huge black raven wings ripped from her back giving her the ability to fly. Her eyes over the next few years turned black as night. Her body was perfect in every way just like them. But they saw a new weapon. A weapon to destroy him. But it did not happen as they planned it.

            As he slipped into an old skyscraper for protection from the magnetic storm heading his way his mind drifted back to the day they met. He knew she was watching him. He always knew. As he turned to unleash a rain of uranium  tipped rounds, he could not find her. Then he saw her up in the roof watching him like a bird of prey. Her leather outfit light but offered the protection if a tank. The hood concealing her head. But his attention was drawn from the beauty of that which was sent to kill him to the jagged spear she held in her hand. It was beautiful in it's viciousness. Two long serrated blades with a crescent in the middle a long blood red handle. Deadly and in her hands angelic. Before his HUD warned him of others she took notice of them. Swooping down she killed two before they could even react he spun dropping the other two when he turned back to face her she was staring at him looking into the eyelets of his gas mask. Her black eyes plunged into his soul taking any resistance to her with them. She lead him to a old fall out shelter and locked him in with her. He stood ready to die. He had fought for along time and was tired. She stood in front of him and examined him. Her eyes though empty of color had depth of emotion. “You are the one I seek. Yet I do not want to kill you. I want something else from you.” her voice darkly sensual. He reached to take his mask off and she stopped him. “No you will die.” She started pulling his makeshift armor off and tossing it haphazardly to the ground.. As he stood there naked she ran her finger over his bare chest. “You are human?” she asked quizzically. “Yes, mutated like you but a born human.” anger flashed across her face as she palm struck him sending him across the room. “You think because some cow pushed you out of her you are better than me!” her voice full of rage. “No.” His voice even and calm, as he stood. She glided to him tackling him to the ground. Her hands glided across his muscles again and then to his sex. “They outcast me, you know.” she said absently as her hands explored his body. “I kill you they let will let me come back. But I am smarter than they are because I know they will kill me should I return.” he could not say anything in response as he was transfixed on her lips, they were full with a slight pout and where the deep reddish purple of a ripe plum. She leaned down and kissed his neck and down his chest. He wanted to kiss her back be the analyzer his in arm confirmed the toxic poisons in the air.  “So I will keep you instead.” she bite him hard on his nipple. As she kissed and licked his body, he found it harder and harder to breathe with the mask on

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            His reverie disturbed buy a footstep behind him. His thumb instinctively flipped the safety off. He crouched and scanned the room. He saw the robot before it located him. The shot rang out like a church bell. The bullet tore through the positronic brain of the robot shutting it down instantly.  “Too much like us.” He said to himself under the mask. As he turned around he nearly ran into her standing there behind him. “Have you found it yet?” her question urgent in his ears. “No. But I know where it is now.” his deep voice muffled made her smile. “Is it close?”” she asked with a hint of playfulness in her voice. He nodded in agreement. “Well you cannot go out in that storm so we have time. She pulled her pants down enough to provide access for him and faced the wall. She knew it was the way he liked to take her. She also knew he could not resist it either. He covered her with his body and drove inside her as he held his arm acrossed her breasts and the other hand on her throat. She could feel his pleasure and excitement building. It drove her into a frenzy as well. Her moans and cries lost to the violence of the storm. Through the half open eyes she watched the electricity build lighting arching of the exposed metals outside. Though out her body she could feel herself building into an orgasm “Jeager!” She screamed as they orgasm as one. He held her tight to him as they trembled from the act. 

            As the storm passed he looked at her and said, “You should be at the camp not out here. The mutations will be faster in coming if you do not stay out of the rads.” she just looked at him as she licked the blood from her lip. “Yes I know. But I will not stay at home like some helpless housewife.” Together they moved out heading east through the city. She took to the sky to watch him. “Can you hear me?” She chimed through the radio implant that he had. “Yes Raven I here you.” Raven it was the name he gave her. Her real name was Gwen Wright,  he liked Raven better. Hell even he did not go by his real name anymore. His mind slipped back into the past as he walked. Knowing she would see anything before he did.

            “Why Raven?” she asked as they laid in bed. “Because you have raven wings.” He replied. “She rolled on top of him and straddled his legs. “You just like holding them when we have sex!” her voice melodic and playful. “I make love to you. Sex is different.” He said with a deep gravelly tone. “Doctor Christopher Thompson, you know the difference between love and sex?” His brow furrowed at his real name. “It's Jeager now. That man no longer exists.” her wings wrapped around them both. A smile crossed his face. “Yes, I do like holding them while we have sex.” he said before pulling her on to him again. Kissing and biting on her neck and ears. Kissing her deep red lips their tongues exploring each other mouths. The sounds of thunder off in the distance muffled by Ravens soft moans of excitement and pleasure. As their bodies entwined each other a heavy rain fell. The smell of their bodies and their passion not even the rain could wash away. He pressed her back and kissed down her sculpted body. Licking the fresh rain out of her navel like a man dying of thirst. She writhed under his touch. His lips like molten steel on her flesh. Every movement closer to her forbidden zone exciting her more. His rough calloused hands lifting her ass higher as they gripped with the strength of a vice. Unyielding and the pain ushering in the pleasure as his tongue danced on her inner thighs. As he descended into her sex her mind flashed with streams of colors and waves of emotions. As he licked and suckled on her the rain pounded down on top of them lightening hitting the ground nearby. He stops before she can release. she whispers “Please.”  Looking up her body he replies, “Yes.” her body convulses with a powerful release of lust and desire. Panting she watched the raindrops fall from the sky. “You complete me Jeager.” he snuggles up to her. She covered them from the storm with her wing and drifts off in to the abyss of sleep holding him to her.

            The report of a rifle startles Jeager back to the now. Scanning the area he locates the 2 robots and the one neo-human in full armor in the distance. Another round explodes near him sending concrete flying. Jeager prays that Raven does not see he is pinned down. He removed the clip from his rifle. “three rounds left, I have to make it count.” slamming the clip home, he pops up and takes aim. The bullet flies from the gun slamming the robot in the power core causing the robot to explode in a fireball of plasma. He goes to aim at the second robot and cannot find it anywhere. What he does find in Raven holding the head and spine of the Neo-Human in her hands. “Fuck!” he screams aimlessly. He runs up to her and runs a medical scan. It was worse than he expected. “You cannot fight and use your abilities until I get your mutation array stabilized!” She looks at him, “I cannot let you die Jeager.” her voice filled with a solid resolve. “And if you die. Then what of me, why should I continue on? Without you it is for nothing, Raven I love you.” He exclaims. Dropping the head to the ground and walking to him she smiles the fangs gleaming in sunlight. “Then you will live to remake me.” those words sliced him deeper than any blade ever could. She knew who he was and what he had done. He was Doctor Christopher Thompson. Father to all the neo-humans; because he created them. But he also knew that she was right he would remake her because he could no longer live without her. The faceplate on the heaver mask was fogging up. He slowed his breath controlling his body with his mental discipline. He checked the HUD in his eye. 300 meters from the location. “Let’s move.” he started heading toward the lab carefully but with a faster pace. He only had a few hours to get her DNA sequenced to be stable.

             As they enter the lab memories flooded his mind of the work he did here. He believed in the project. He was a fool. He orchestrated the end of the world. He went to the nuclear reactor and started the power up sequence. Pulling off the tight leather armor and the heavy gloves he left the mask on for now. He took her into a testing lab and told her, “Get undressed.” She smirked at him and started a slow strip tease. He watched losing focus on the task. He moved to embrace her. To have her one more time. But she held him at bay with a soft phrase. “No just watch.” she slowly gyrated her hips moving like a belly dancer, her leather shirt slowly lifting. She dropped it to the floor her full breasts exposed. She weaved in the air moving in a hypnotic motion his eye coveted her form his heart ached to touch her. His loins lusted to penetrate her. She turned and bent at the hips and unclasped each buckle of her knee-high boots slowly and methodically then then stepped out of them. Her pants she slid down slowly revealing her firm ass to him. As she stepped out of them she kneeled down and placed her chest on the cold floor and masturbated giving him a wonderful show. She did not cum. She stopped first. Walking up to him, she placed her glistening finger, wet with her nectar, to his lips under the mask. He sucked it clean and then whispered please lay down. She moved elegantly as a ballerina to the table and laid down. “Now the real work began.” he thought.

the second interview part five

He repositioned her and then used the clamps on the plane to suspend her. As she floated in the air he bound her ankles and secured them to the head rests on two of the seats. Her world was showing to him and he watched intently as her wetness dripped off her and onto his waiting fingertip. He wanted to use his crop on her swollen clit but he resisted. She could not know who he was yet. The mystery excited her and he could feel it. .He stood and walked to her helpless hanging body and slide just past her opening and took a free hand as started teasing her throbbing clitoris as he slowly start sliding inside her. Moving ever deeper and then back out. As she built closer and closer to orgasm he drove harder and faster into her. As her body neared the precipice of release he pinched on her clit forcing pain to course through her most sensitive of places. Ripping her back from her orgasm. She was wanting to say the safe word but the waves of pleasure and pain overrode her senses as built her up again. Over and over he would get her close and stop the release of her fueled lust and passion. He wanted her to keep her promise after all. The pilot called out that they would be landing in ten minutes so he stopped and removed himself from her sore and aching womanhood. He got dressed and removed the gasmask from her face. When he was fully dressed he untied her. She looked over her body with red eyes swollen from tears. She saw no deep cuts as her mind told her she would find. She wondered how it happened then she saw the feather and the warmer. She looked at her phone and saw only 3 hours had passed though it felt to her like days.

            As they disembarked the plane he lead her by the hand to a car. The driver opened the door and the both got in. she looked at him and said, “Thank you. You let me keep my promise and pleasured me in ways I never imagined.” He stared at her through the mask and said “You are welcome. I would never let you break your promise as you are so determined to keep it.” They sat in silence the rest of the ride. As they got out the butler walked to him says, “Sir, shall I take your mask and long coat? Also the horses are ready for inspection.” As he removed the coat and mask her eyes widened and her mouth hung agape seeing it was Sir. “He turned to her and stated in his dark commanding voice, “You have passed your second interview Nadia.” Stunned and in a daze she kneeled has he placed her collar around her neck and a shackle on her wrist. She stared at the shackle. From it hung a medallion that said My Lovely. Tears streamed down her face as she followed him into the manor house. “Finally I have a place in the world” she thought as the door closed behind her.

the second interview part 4

He moved next to her and turned the seat to face out and stood her up and undressed her quickly. Folding the dress carefully and laying the stockings over the seat. He then sat her back down carefully and started to bind her to the seat. He then said to her “if you want me to stop just say, 'hellfire' and I will stop immediately. It is your safe word. Do you understand?” she whispered “Yes I do.” he then placed ear buds in her ears and turned on a play list of soft and lilting songs to drowned out the sounds of the outside world. He removed his mask and placed it on her face and head. He set up a chocolate warmer and removed the tools of the game he was going to play with her. He laid them out carefully and gently. He poured the chocolate liqueur and chocolate syrup in the warmer using the perfect mix to have the same texture and consistency as blood. When it reached the proper temperature she removed the dropper and filled it. He knew her fascination with vampires and so her tilted her head to the side and bit her hard on the neck. He licked and sucked on her neck as his free hand grabbed her breast hard and firmly. She whimpered from the pain but started to squirm from the pleasure it caused. As he pulled him mouth back he poured the mixture on her skin at the bite mark. Her eye grew wide and tears welled in her eyes. She thought about saying the safe word right then but she did not think he would damage her before she was claimed by the man she wanted. As he drew back he took a course feather from the tray and ran the edge through the mixture. He slowly took it over the top of her breast and let the thin line of chocolate streak down to her nipple. He then suckled on her nipple and licked the mixture off her skin. Her tears were soaked into the blindfold as they ran from her eyes. She knew now that she was cut. She could feel the blood. It excited her but saddened her as well. She was scared now. As she started to part her lips to speak the safe word, He licked up her inner thigh. She moaned instead. He kissed his way down her calf and suckled on her toes playing with them with his tongue nibbling at them tenderly. She never let anyone play with her feet like that as she thought that they were ugly. But this was not about her it was about him, she reminded herself. He re-coated the feather's edge in the mixture and then took it over her the pad of her foot. He licked it off slowly causing her to have goose bumps. He kissed his way back up her leg. He stopped at her womanhood and breathed a long slow hot breath across it. She moaned again this time louder. As he started to lick her inner thighs avoiding her wet dripping pussy narrowly she started to squirm. She wanted his mouth on her. He teased for what seemed to be an eternity. Then he stopped suddenly. She whimpered as the tears of her frustration and excitement streamed into the blindfold.  He took the mask off of her and then took out the earphones. He pressed the tip of his erect cock to her lips. She opened her mouth and took him in greedily her tongue played across him flicking and teasing him. She raked her teeth up the length of him as she suckled his throbbing member. He moaned loudly through the mask. Then he removed himself from her mouth and started to reposition her into a standing and sharply bent over position. 

the second interview part 3

They drove to a private airport and pulled up to a sleek private jet. As the door opened, he stood there with his hand offered to her. She took it and climbed out. “I will travel with you to your destination.” His voice disconnected. “Thank you. Where is my destination?” she asks quizzically .”France to the summer home. He is preparing his horses for the Derby.” She boarded the plane and looked around. One word came to her mind 'elegance' her protector showed her to a seat and buckled her in. He then sat across the table from her. She could not help to notice how every part of him was covered in leather and latex or that mask. She found it erotic and mysterious that the man that just fucked her she knew nothing about. “So tell me do you like it when a man binds you?” his voice dark and sensuous. “Yes I like bondage if it is done right and you did an okay job.” her voice cracking slightly reveling the fact that she loved the work he did on her. “What about knife play? Have you ever experienced that?” her eyes grew wide at the suggestion. “I cut myself for a while, I never though of doing it during sex.” Her voice had a slight tinge of excitement to it. He stood and poured a glass of wine and offered it to her. “What fantasies are you wanting to explore with your Sir?” her mind raced at the question. “there are a lot of them.” she responded quickly. “Anything specific?” he inquired further. She stared into the shaded lens of the mask. “Why do you want to know?” Her voice playful but skeptical. “I was thinking, it is a long flight perhaps we could play some more. I wanted to have something special for you to remember me by.” She cocked an eyebrow at him, “You got to use my body because Sir allowed you to.” he paused for a moment and then said, “I was under the impression you had not been claimed yet. Is this accurate?” She took a deep breath and replied, “Yes, he has yet to claim me. But the things that he is doing for me makes me his, to me anyway.” He leaned closer to her and said, “So that means you are not his officially. Therefore, I would like to have some more of your fruit.” She blushed deeply, as she thought of a response she licked her lips lightly. “Why should I allow you to have another taste?” Her question more of a challenge than anything. His hand comes up and caresses her cheek, “Because perhaps you would find me a better choice than your Sir.” She leaned into the caress the feel of the movement and the way he hooked his fingers under her jawline reminded her of Sir. She pulled back suddenly. “No there is not better choice than him. I want and I need what he gives me. Not the money but the true feeling of belonging him and no one else. That is what I need. I doubt you could offer that.” He smiles under the mask, “Well you could always test me.” he suggests while removing a blindfold from the duffel bag he has been carrying. “Let me play with you a bit longer you will enjoy it tremendously. I promise” She looks at him and the blindfold hanging from his fingers for a long moment, her breath caught in her lungs. She bites her lip to distract herself from the lust building inside her. She knew she was wet with desire. This man knew how to entice her. She wondered if every man in the lifestyle was like this. If so she was doomed. He laid the blindfold out on the table close to her hand and leaned back in the seat. “I will never force you, I hope you know that.” He looks out the window. “Once I was like you, I was new to the lifestyle. I was taunted and teased with the sexual aspects of women and their ability for work my mind and body into a frenzy with just a look or a touch.” he drummed his fingers, “Sometimes I wish I would have taken a few of them up on their offer. Now I will never know what they where like.” he fell silent for a long time. She just stared at him wondering what would she miss out on. He mind raced thinking of the debaucheries he could do to her on the remainder of the trip. She squirmed in her seat a little. Then she slowly picked up the blindfold and placed it over her eyes. In a whisper she said, “Take me as you want, but please to not make me release what I have been holding on to for the man I need.” he looked back at her and said “Very well. I promise what you are holding for him will be his and his alone.”

the second interview part 2

He stands and takes her throat in his hand. She can feel the heat of his body through the latex covering his hands as he lifts her to her feet. He pressed her hard into the wall and slides his hand up her inner thigh. She starts to close her legs, reflexively. He stops and slaps her leg hard. She cries out. “If you are mine then I will have unrestricted access to your cunt. It is mine for now and I will use it how I please.” the mask muffling his voice but she could feel the lust coursing through his veins. Turning her head to the side with his thumb he gets close and says in a low growl, “I will make you cum so hard you will wish you where mine not his.” her eyes get wild and she says under the constriction of his grip. “I will not cum for you! Just Sir.” the tears welling in her eyes. She knows she has to but can she. I grin crossed his face, he loved the challenge. He slide his fingers deep inside her. Just two he did not want to hurt her. His thumb pressed on her clit. She bite her lip hard and closed her eyes. “No.” He commanded. “Keep your eyes open. I want you to watch what I do with you. When the time comes I will blindfold you. Until then keep those slutty eyes open for me.” She forced her eyes open tears streaming from them. “I do this for Sir.” she repeated in her mind. She focused on her memoirs of the first interview. The command, love, and control he showed her. The safety he gave her, so that she could completely be free. His fingers started working her body skillfully then he removed them and placed them to her lips. She opened her month and she took them in her mouth. She could taste her this heightened the moment.

He walked her to the bed and pulled out black nylon rope from the duffel and bound her to the bed bent over then he shackled her legs to the bed posts so she could not close them. She stood there looking forward. He clipped a nipple clamp to her breasts and placed the chain in her mouth. “Do not turn your head or it will hurt very very badly.” she hears him removing his clothing the gas mask hits the bed next to her also most under her face. Then she felt his tongue on her thigh moving across her wetness her body shivered. She bite on her lip harder as he stared playing with her body. Then he stopped and she felt him enter her His trusts where hard and deep, yet they where calculated. He rode her till she legs trembled. The tears flowed freely now she feel like she was going to break. Then he stopped. His hand and arm still covered took the gas back from her view. Her nipples grew numb from the pressure of the clamps. He untied her and then said, “I am finished with you now.”

He removed the rest of the items from the duffel bag and lays them out. She looks and sees a rigid corset, silk stockings, a garter belt, matching thong underwear, heels, black dress and a necklace box. He says “I need to get you dressed now. With exquisite attention to detail he applies her makeup and dresses her. He stops before he gets the dress on and takes the rope and binds her torso and breasts in an amazing display of shibari. He then helps her into the dress. “Your flight leaves in 1 hour I will take you to the airport. Everything you need is in your clutch.” Then places a platinum choker around her neck. “He will know you by the outfit he selected for you.” he then leads her to the limo parked outside and opens the door for her. She slips in silently not knowing what to say. She has never been treated like this before.