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.

the second interview part 1

Nadia put the finishing touches in the seven tier cake and wheeled it into the truck. She checked the time on her phone and then clocked out. She walked the fifteen blocks to her 5^th floor apartment. Walking in she locked the three deadbolt locks and the chain. She stripped down and climbed into the shower. All she was able to think about was Him. The way that he touched her. The way he commanded her with so few words. Her body was worked hard and she had been so willing to give herself to Him. She had not called him back yet. She was worried. She was not a model she was not like the other women that she had watched come and go for interviews. But she needed to be wanted. She would give anything for that again and forever. She wondered what she would offer him. She was poor barely employed at the bakery. 16 hours a week was not the greatest pay. Jasper said he would get her more hours but it was not happening. Her studio apartment was in the bad side of town. The walk to his house was scary for her but the reward was worth it. She walked to the mirror and looked at her self. Large hips good for birthing is what her mother would say. She looked at her large breasts with discontent. They where to big to be perky. Her skin was pasty white with a few freckles. A tear slipped down her check. She walked to the phone and brought up his contact information. Her thumb wavered over the call button. What would she say? What would he say? Could she take that kind of rejection? The anxiety built up in her stomach. She jammed her thumb on the button and raised the phone to her ear.

The phone rang three times and then He picked up the phone. “Hello Ms. Dresden, I was expecting your call.” His voice was deep and hungry. “Yes, I would like to inform you that I have very little to offer you but I... I want to accept your offer.” Her voice a cracked whisper. “Excellent. You will receive an email in 10 minutes with the information you will need. I will see you in 80 hours.” His deep voice had the edge of command. She simply responded with, “Yes Sir.” Then waited for him to hang up the phone. She stood there for what seems only a moment staring at the phone. Then she walked over to her computer and open her email account. The email was there, the title was simply “Instructions.” As she read the email there was a knock on the door. She hastily closed the lap top and answered the door. There stood a man about six foot tall wearing a hooded long coat, a gas mask, black military gear. He offered her a envelope. “A friend of mine wanted me to give you these. He said you would be expecting me.” his voice sounded strong and firm but has a quality, in her mind, like a body being drug across gravel. “Yes, I was expecting you.” She takes the envelope and steps to the side letting him in the apartment. She closed and locked the door. He walks to her bed and sets down a large duffel bag and unzips it slowly. “Are you prepared?”He asks her without turning around. “I... I guess so.” her reply was soft and weak. She stood and removed her clothing then she kneeled in the floor next to him. “I am ready to pay you for your service to my Sir.” Her voice unsure. “He turned and looked at her. She could not see his eyes through the smoked glass of the goggles. He walked up to her slowly his heavy boots hitting the floor like thunder in her ears. He stood in front of her for a long moment then lifted her to her feet with his finger under her chin. “Pay me for my service? What currently will you offer me?” she looked to the floor as she was instructed in the letter, “My body is my currency.” he looks at her for a long moment and then asks, “Is this what you desire. To be my plaything. To be a toy for my lust and desires?” she whispers, “No. It is what my Sir desires of me. I will do as I am commanded.” He sits in the chair his eyes watch her from behind. “Why, does he mean so much to you.” she spoke in reverence, “No he does not. The idea of Him does. I do not know him well enough to love him. I serve him because I feel free when I do. I want to know him, I want to love him. I want to need him.” a tear slipped down her check the bitterness of her life welled up inside her. Hardening herself she states, “I am yours to do with as you chose. As per my masters behest.”  

Bleeding in her mind

Bleeding in her mind

I sat there staring at her

Blindfolded

Gagged

Bound

music playing in her ear

She is mine now

total trust

she likes to bleed

I cannot cut her

my hand to unskilled

I take the feather hard and course

the edge ran through warmed chocolate

she saw the knives

edges so sharp the body would by cut before the brain knew

I cannot cut her

my heart is not that vicious

I take the edge of the feather across her skin

the warm chocolate emulating fresh blood

her body responds

her senses deprived

her mind tells her it's lies

“again” she whisper

so again it run the edge through and cut her

in her mind she is bleeding

in her mind she is cut

she has the release

she has the pain

her body pulsating

the lies her mind has told

I clean her up

I remove the blindfold

I take end the music

she looks for the fresh wounds

she finds none

she looks at me in shock and awe

She is a masochist

I am a sadist

our game is different

our results the same

White rose

The red rose is a falcon

the white rose is a dove

The red rose speaks of passion

the white rose breaths of love

and to you I give this one white rose

with flesh upon its petal tips

for the love that is the purest and the sweetest

has a kiss of desire on the lips

<anonymous>  

Though this is not my work i love it and wanted to share it.

Dark Angel

you are my angel
your black wings touched by the wind
your breastplate shines in the setting sun,
the fire in your eyes warms me from afar.
your black skirts snap in the wind.
i know you watch me and i watch you.
will you swoop upon my and carry me to new heights
or will you simply impale my heart the the jagged spear you carry

Xcess and Red

Xcess meets Red for the first time.

I sat there watching this woman from behind the bar I knew her well enough but not at all really. Everyone knew her as Red. A battered and broken woman looking for a fight needing a reason to die. You could see the look in her eyes. However the was a burning desire to survive. Not live but survive. I had seen the other woman that was watching Red in here before. I did not know her name but the intensity in her golden eyes was frightening. I always wondered where she got her contacts. Red took out to the bathroom and so did the purple hair vixen that watched her. That was the last I saw of them that night.

Xcess followed the woman that she was hired to deal with but she saw something lurking in the woman that demanded her not to kill her but awaken her.

Red knew when she was being watched part of the life of a porn star. When she headedd to the bathroom and the stranger with purple hair that towered of most men in the bar followed her she knew it was going to get ugly. They way the woman moved showed danger and training. She slipped the switchblade that Jackie bought her into her hand and spun quickly to meet the woman head on. Red wanted death on her terms.

Xcess watched the switchblade slip out of Red's hand and the blade spring open as Red turned being what she was it was all calculations and timing. Xcess quickly snatched the switchblade out of Red's hand and tossed it into the sink nearby and kissed Red deeply. Breaking the kiss but hold Red close he whisper on her lips, “I want to awaken you. I was you once. I know your story.” Red stared deep into the eyes of this woman and saw knowledge and wisdom beyond her wildest dreams. “Then lets find out what you can do.” She replied with a hard edge to her voice.

After slipping out of the bar the mounted Xcess's motorcycle. She tore through the city like a woman possessed and pulled into a discrete house and into the garage. Walking through the house Red saw the place was sterile no items revealing anything about the woman that brought her here. She saw a picture framne with a photo of a guy in it. “Your boyfriend?” she asked. “No it came with the frame.” Xcess replied nonchalantly. Xcess strode into the living room gracefully. Red followed out of curiosity. Then Xcess turned to face red. And kissed her again this time her hand slipping to Red's womanhood. Pressing into it with her hand. Red's mind switched to the life she lived as a porn star so long ago. Xcess pulled back and pushed Red onto the sofa. “I was hired to kill you. But I see the pain in your life and I know it well as it was mine a lifetime ago. Part of you begs for death to take you but when death arrives you fight back and urn it away. I felt the same as you. I was used by the people I trusted betrayed by them wounded by them. I was a shell of the woman that I though that I once was.” Red furrowed her brow and spoke with venom in her voice. “You don't know shit about my fucking life. Don't act like you do!” Red stood fists balled. “Why did you bring me here anyway I was hoping to get laid. But fuck bitch you cannot even do that right.” 

          

Xcess changed her tone and narrowed her eyes at Red, “Listen here I will do and I fucking please with you as I am death. I am a fucking ghost. If I want to fuck you I will but you pulled some fake porno shit out and why the hell would I want that. My dildo is more honest that what you tossed on the table.” the fury was getting heavy in the room. Xcess and Red could feel it. They where aroused by it. Red swung first Xcess dodged and retaliated. Back and forth, no one landing a blow their bodies where coiled and ready to strike as if they where cobra fighting for a mate. The Xcess grabbed Red by the shirt. Red twisted and spun leaving and empty shirt in her hands Xcess took a moment to appreciate the move and the topless figure standing in front of her. That was all Red needed; she struck out with the knife she lifted from Xcess earlier when they kissed the slash should have dug deep into her chest but Xcess moved just enough to avoid the tip of the blade on her flesh. As she turned the leather shirt she was wearing opened. Xcess tore it off and tossed it to the side. Red looked at her tattoos and flawless skin and felt a shamed by the scared she bore. Xcess capitalized on the distraction and tackled red to the floor. They were face to face now their bodies hot from the little dance they performed. Xcess halted suddenly. Red tensed for a moment. “I bare scares as well. Xcess removes all her clothing to display the scares she bore. Across her back where untold numbers of whip scars. Red however looked past them and fingered the brand on her shoulder. A small castle image was seared into the flesh of this woman. “You where a slave?” Red asked. Xcess nodded “Yes for along time. But that is not a mark of slavery. I wear that mark and it's sister on my ankle with pride.” Xcess turned to face Red not ashamed of her body. “I want to perfect your training and awaken the woman that truly hides inside you. Do you accept?”

Xcess

Xcess

She stands in the rain looking out my window
I wonder what she is watching but she has told me before it is best if I do not know
Her six foot two inch frame glows in the light of the city.
Though she is completely naked she is still armed and deadly
That is what attracted me to her.
Purple hair cut in a anime cut.
Sharply angled from a point at the back of her head
Her breasts though not large are firm and supple
Her bleach white skin
The various tattoos etched on her like ornamentations on white granite
As she turns to walk back to the bed
I can see that muscles rolling with every silent step
I know she will have her way with me again and again as she watches her prey
I want to possess her
But how who can grab smoke
Who can see the wind
Who can possess a ghost
The world doesn’t know her
Many hunt her like a rabid dog or a vicious beast
Many want the service she provides
She is not rabid
She is exact in everything she does
She is vicious if she needs to be
With me she is sultry
A raw sexual force
To me she is everything I want and nothing I can obtain
Fuck me hard she whispers
Her voice alone arouses me
Soft as satin
Smooth as silk
Intoxication as that hard drink
I start to go down on her
She grabs my hair and drags me up her body
No fuck me she commands
I do eagerly
Slamming hard into her
She starts to feel the urge to release building
Harder she screams
I I thrust into her harder still
no worries about bruising her milk white thighs
Her back arches
More she commands
I grab her nipple hard between my fingers  and apply crushing force
then she cums
Her phone rings once
She tosses me off her and dresses
Walking out the door in her tight black
She says I had fun to bad though
The last thing I hear is the near silent report of the pistol
Darkness covers me
My angle of death

cleaned up The Hook to make it easier to read.

The attitude

i will admit something to you.
a war is coming for me on the horizon and i am preparing for it now. i have two known enemies and one prize. The war is with the enemies of us all. i speak of the world and the vulgarities of complacency. these things destroyed something perfect  i once possessed. I will possess it once again but this time my weapons will be sharpened and honed. My enemy will be completely known to me. I will be completely known to me. I will defeat my enemies without succumbing to having to fight they will lay down their stones and spears and succumb unto me. Then I will take my prize. Then and only then will it truly belong to me once again without question or challenge as all will gaze upon not me but my excellent victory and know stratagems devised against me will fail for I will lay my keep upon difficult ground and a siege upon it will cost more that is acceptable. this is the attitude I have embraced and accepted to be my own. I will become a Master once again and I will never have to grip that with white knuckles again.

A Taste of Lust, passion, and love.

I would come to your house to collect you and bring you to mine. I would have prepared a fine meal of exquisite fare. After the meal we would bask in the moonlight and speak of philosophies unknown to the mundane and uncaring. I would kiss you taking your breath into my lungs tasting your essence on my tongue. I would feel your pulse under my fingers as I held you by wrist and neck into the solemn kiss that forces deepened ecstasy to wake from long unnatural slumber. As your body pulsed and the kiss consumed you like a fire on a dry savanna. I would drag you into me holding your suffocating close my arms binding your with passionate strength. Lost in the embrace not wanting to struggle free your body craves more I surrender to is desires and present it with the touch and passion it craves. Your skin grows warm to the touch at the eroticism of my sinful caresses and  lust in my decedent licks and kisses on your supple and sweet skin.

Our clothing melts away with our inhibitions. My mouth moves from yours. Sampling the erotic joys of a wanton body pleading to submit to the caresses of a lover. As my fingers find wondrous places to grip and control the movements of your body forcing your back to arch your breasts to my lips I care not for the nipples as I know more than the others in your past instead I grab the fullness of your breast with a grip nearing painful  and lift it slightly exposing the underside to the assault of my tongue. Lapping and nibbling on one of the hidden points of lust and desire. Then the fragrance of your body attacking me driving my mind into a frenzy of sex driven thoughts. Moving my hand from your firm ass poising my arms in a way that when I entangle my fingers in your silken locks. I have complete control of your body then I bend you back to see the realm of the inner sanctum. And see the wet desire coating the entrance to the most sacred of places.

I slide my free hand up your thigh feeling the soft tremors of anticipation course through them I softly brush though womanhood as pass my hand to your other thigh. My caress is a suggestion your body eagerly responds to your legs spread farther apart the wet stickiness for you liquid lust coating your legs. I move agile as a hunter stalking prey. Hot breath slips from my open mouth your body responds. A quick flick of the tongue to the center of pleasure swollen with untamed desire. A moan slips from you. I capitalize and move my hands to the tops of your thighs thumbs upon the pulse.  Felling your emotion gauging you learning you controlling you. Long soft licks begin then as your pulse races and your body yearns for more. I start with hard licks covering the length and breadth of your swollen throbbing pink. I taste you I consume you, I drink your in with mouth eager for most for the sweet ambrosia seeping from you. I must have more I work into a uncontrolled frenzy I feel the quakes of that one single moment building with in you I do not force it I welcome it to come forward. When it does I drink in the gush of your nectar and I hold that moment for as long as your body commands I bring it to the front again.

Then as you lay helpless to my stimulations of you I crawl up upon your sweat covered body. Then in a long and painfully slow motion I penetrate the inner sanctum. The hard fill the soft. I drive into you  again and again your body starts to convulse as that release of pent desires surfaces. The wave hits again I feel your body tighten around me. I thrust harder and deeper licking the sweat soaked body of you biting on your tender neck hard but only to mingle the taste of pain with the all consuming might of pleasure. Our sweat mixes creating a torrent of flavor tinged with the truth of the moment unbound by expectations and judgment we cry out is a final powerful moment and collapse together is intertwined in ways unknown to the casual, unknown to the sexual, only known to the true lovers and, The embrace. Our breathing slows are voices calm and controlled we being speaking of things that remain mysteries to the philosophers still. Yet we do not speak from wonder and curiosity but from the purest truths of knowing.

A Master's Loss

As I sit and look at the shackles upon the ground at my feet
I see the empty after all these year I wonder
When did they begin to hurt
When did they begin to choke and torture
I lift them from the ground and carry them to the wall
I wonder when did they get so heavy
That could the hold someone down so oppressively
That could crush the life out of someone yet they still breath
I place them upon the peg they were taken from so long ago
Then the sounds of the metal chain subsides
I wonder shall they be filled again?
If they are not I with scatter this life unto the sea
Like the ashes of a loved  one letting fade from memory
Never again will the whip caress the succulent flesh of another
Never again will crop discipline another firmed buttocks
As I look into the mirror I see the death of complacency looming over my shoulder.
I stare into its eyes and vow to destroy it.
When I do what will become of me
Would I become a man possessed
Perhaps a man destroyed
All I know is I have to become a man capable of receiving the gift of submission once again.
Perhaps then my beloved will return and the chain will comeback off the wall.

The Hook

      As she left her office the stresses of being the CEO of a major corporation weighed on her. She figured Mitchell would be no help in releasing the stress. Pressing the down button of the elevation she stared at her self in the reflection, her tall frame accented by an athletic body, well shaped hips and firm breasts. “Why can I not find a man that can satisfy my need for loss of control”  as the elevator opens and she steps in tow of the men on the elevator glance over her body swiftly and look away before they are caught staring at the boss. However in her position she has to notice every detail. She stands there silently. As the doors open to the parking garage they scurry off like scared rats running for a predator. Walking up to her parking space she deactivates the alarm on her Aston Martin DBS. She glides up to it and climbs in. Unbuttoning the top two buttons of her blouse she looks in the mirror and reapplies her lip stain and loosens her hair letting it flow around her shoulders.
As she drives home men regard her with desire in their eyes, but she knows their kind and that is  not what she wants. As she parks her car in the garage she sighs. Climbing out and walking in her high heels clicking on the tile in the kitchen, Mitchell comes walking out in his suit. “I am heading to Paris for a case, But, Rachel, I can cancel if you want me to stay.“ She looks at him, his milk soppy posture and whinny voice cutting her deeper than any knife ever could. “No you need to go to work.” Her temper starting to flare, she looks at him with a hardened look. He stiffens and says “Okay the cab is on its way.” Her temper wins over logic and she venomously spits, “God Mitchell you are such a pussy! Fucking stand up for yourself!” she then marches through the house into her office and pushes the door closed.
As she sits in the chair she almost cries from frustration. She opens her email and looks down the list of emails for various BDSM and Kink sites and find nothing of any real interest. She picks up the card her friend Rachel gave her a week ago. “I wonder if he will really be a Master or if he plays at it.” She picks up the phone, her nude nails reflecting the soft lighting of the desk lamp. She dials the numbers fearlessly. “Hello.” the dark voice is not what she expected. She responds, “Yes I was told you might show me the sexual play I want and need.” there is a long pause, “I do not play and what I do is a lifestyle not something to be done solely in the bedroom.” Interested she says very well I want to know more about the lifestyle.”  She could almost hear his lips curl into a smile, “Then tell me little one what do you want from the lifestyle?” Instantly she noted the lack of playfulness in the term little one. It was not a nickname but a title. “Everything bondage, spanking, someone to take absolute control of me so that I can lose all control.” During the long pause she thought to herself how liberating it was to finally admit it to someone other than her reflection. “Very well little one. We will have an interview session. You will arrive at my address in 3 hours. You will wear a short skirt, no underwear a blouse, white without a bra. You will wear cross trainer shoes and ankle socks. If you have long hair French braid it. If you are not freshly shaven then shave. I want a cleanly fresh shaven applicant. I expect a lot. Because I only top the finest stock of women. The rewards for submission to me are more than you will ever dream of in your vanilla house of sadness. You have three hours starting now. No later and no earlier.” after she writes down the address he says “One last thing little one. Walk here. This is your first test” before she can stop herself she breathes into the phone “Yes Master” His voice firms and flares with command “I am not your Master yet and I doubt you have been trained. It is Yes Sir.” Shocked and a bit taken aback she replies, “Yes sir.” trying to hide the tremble in her voice. Then he hangs up the phone. As she almost mindlessly hangs the phone up the craving and desire in her has been sparked. Never had anyone taken control from her in such a way. She quickly stands and prepares for the interview. Her nipples hardening at the thought of more of what she had just received. As she pulls open her drawers she find a skirt she plays tennis in at the country club. Thinking of the rest of her required outfit she assembled a perfectly matching outfit
As she crosses town with determined steps the skeptic in her starts to speak up in her mind the wash of lust and desire start to fade. The closer she gets to the address the more she notices the attention she is gaining from the men around her. Her mind razor sharp picks up this part of the test and gets more determined to gain approval. “He is brilliant,” she muses, “So many attractive men seeing me distracting me from my true desire.”
Approaching the brownstone house a woman stomps out. Her face full of anger and rage. “He’s a bastard, hunny, just turn around and head home.” The rage in her voice is overly apparent.  She looks at her watch as waits till the exact time she is to arrive. She presses the buzzer. “Yes.” a different voice answers this voice is submissive and softened. “Rachel, I have an appointment.” Her voice strong and with an edge of command. “One moment.” the door opens and she gazed upon a man at least 5 inched taller than her and  very athletic. “Hello little one.” his voice sounded like melted chocolate. She stared into his eyes they where all consuming. His firm hand took her arm and pulled her in roughly. “Well let us see if you where able to follow simple commands.” He lifts the skirt and inspects her shaven legs and crotch. He then turns her around and inspects her ass and  her asshole. “very good you are clean shaven and not wearing underwear. Shoes and socks are correct.” He then reaches up and lifts her shirt to examine her breasts.  “Very good you can follow instructions.”  she glares at him remembering the statement of finest female stock. “I am not some stock yard animal for sale.” she locks eyes with him. “ You are not presenting yourself for my approval to see if I will take on the cost of training and teaching you in the ways of the lifestyle? Did you not do everything you where commanded to do to win my approval.” His voice challenging but not condescending. “You are most certainly trying to sell yourself to me. So far I like what I see. You wanted everything, you said, well lets see what the truly means.
He takes her arm and drags her to a arm chair and sits her into it. His voice going back to commanding as he rips the low V-neck shirt open with his bare hands exposing her breasts. Her womb twitches she gulps reflexively, she had seen breast torture before it looked terrifying and painful. He grabs her left breast hard in his hand and pulls her to him with it and while hold the breast in his iron grip and her nipple between his forefinger and thumb of the other hand he kneels down and licks across the hidden area of her chest were she was extremely sensitive to foreplay. When her body starts to respond to the attention her squeezes harder on the nipple the pain lances into her as his tongue hits her erogenous one with incredible skill. She looks down at him seeing his short black hair for the first time as the fire in the fireplace barely lights the room. As the blending of pain and pleasure starts her head swimming he pushes her in the chair. She can still feel the sensation of his strong grip on her. Being caught ion the moment she starts to move toward him as he stands back deciding on her. He breaks his concentration and in a voice that booms in the small room. He says, “Sit in the chair little one. I think you will need to be restrained to be properly punished for forgetting your place in my home.” he walks to an armoire and unlocks it. She stares as the doors open. She can see paddles, whips, crops, dildos, vibrators, clamps and rope, lots of rope.
He turns producing a long silken rope coiled up. He walks to her and starts at her ankles and starts binding her careful ling with enough pressure to leave light bruises one her flesh and deep impression marks. She feels fears trying to tell her to run but the desire for the forbidden overrides the survival instinct. His hot breath caressing her bare legs as he lovingly wraps the rope perfectly around her. He then works his way up to her knee with an intricate series of knot work he then works the rope though the arm supports on the chair spreading  her legs wide exposing her most intimate area for open viewing. She skin starts to flush he leans forward and she can smell the musky aroma for her arousal and his mixing in the area surrounding her. He slides his hand slowly under her sex and lifts her slightly to get the rope under her ass and crotch she can feel the steady pulse throb into her clit like a bass drum. She is so sensitive and aroused she wants more she wants to demand it of him. Never has a man worked her body in such a frenzy do so little to command her body into action then he positions a large knot covered in latex over his throbbing clit and as he pulls it tighter and it presses into her causing a new form of pain to course through her body causing her to squirm causing the knot to play with her clit as she moves. Her moans start to escape as she starts writhing against the knot. He lets her get so close to a total release of sexual frustration, then her locks her hips in place with the rope and the back of the chair. She starts begging him for release with her eyes. As he stands and starts the binding down her arm she can see he is fully erect. She licks her lips slowly. Once her wrists and bound together he moves to locking her elbows back behind her and through the chair back. His body heat radiating against her supple flesh. His smell, his heat to her it is intoxicating. But what gets her passions boiling if the care and control and seeming perfection of every layer of rope ever knot and the pressure cocooning her.
He walks back to the armoire and remove a riding crop and tests its flexibility his muscles light bulging and the few beads of sweat shimmer in the flames of the fireplace. He places it back and removes a different one. Pleased with is he comes over and swats her on the thigh the pain floods through her and she jerks causing the latex covered knot to rub flooding her mind with confusing impulses. Before she can recover his wrist flicks and his swats her on the other thigh once again the pain followed instantly by the pleasure she does not what him to stop she wants to prove now that she is what he is looking for. She stares at her inner thighs and sees the bruises the shaft of the crop is leaving on her thighs again he swats her and again she is overwhelmed by the sensations. Again his strikes gradually getting closer to the pussy which is not starting to leave a pool of her sacred nectar in the seat. Again and again, strike after strike.  18 strikes later he stops she wants to beg for more but she knows she will get no more. He raises a wine glass up to her dry lips and softly says, “Drink. For we have more to experience to see if you are what I desire and if I am what you need.” The water slowly pours into her mouth as she drinks. The ice cold water chilling her slightly the pure clean taste of the water is inviting.   He then unties key locations on the chair allowing her to stand and walk with small steady steps. He then walks her out of the room, her instinct now is to look at the ground, but not in shame but in obedience. She thinks “This is everything I want when I am truly me. This is where I belong.” His voice brings her out of her contemplations “These men and woman are also here to be trained. I care for their needs, every need, and some of their wants. And they care for mine. Do you understand what that means?” she looks at them they show in their eyes they are loved and cared for. “Yes sir”
He leads her into a large bedroom when he bends her over the foot board of the bed and restrains her again this time her firm runners ass his exposed as well as the entrance to her inner chamber. She excitedly tilts her hips for easy penetration into either opening for him. But to her surprise he sits next to her and says, “you wanted to be spanked and toyed with since you have been punished properly for the disrespect you showed earlier so you will get to pick. Would you like your ass spanked or your pussy?” Her mind starts racing she has never been spanked in her life on her ass  not to mention her pussy. “My ass sir I want to be enraptured in that Sir.” he stands and walks to the wall she barely notice as she walked in. the wall where covered with hooks from which hung a vary assortment of whips, paddles, crops, toys and outfits of PVC, leather and latex. Rope, chains, cuffs and things she did not even know what they where for, but know she wanted to know every one of them intimately. Walking back with a long whip coiled in his hand he holds it for her to see. “This is a virgin whip. It has never touched the flesh of a man or woman. You will be its first. You must stay still this can love you or hate you. My skill is exceptional with it however you move the wrong way it could bite into your flesh.” the whip cracks in the air behind her throat swallows instinctively. With out warning the braided leather thrashes against her left butt cheek but there is no pain just a deeply erotic caress. “Count them.” His voice again firm and strong. The command precise and clear. “one sir” after 19 more of these succulent lashes her legs tremble so hard begging her body to release and cum. Her inner thighs coated with her wetness. With trembling lips she whispers “More sir please. More.” she did not want him to stop she could not stand for him to stop. Hanging the whip on a hook with a placard saying “little one” A tear slips down her cheek knowing the interview was over.
Releasing her for the rope completely he hands her the torn shirt and leads her to the door.  She wanted to stop and pleasure him if only in a fraction of what he gave her. She needed to sate him and to be sated. “Sir and you?” her eyes bright with desire to serve him. “Call me in one week if you are still interested in being my submissive. Sometimes the decision takes time to be made correctly. The final test will be to save your release for me and me only between now and then.” he opens the door and she walks out. The cold air envelopes her naked and bruised breasts. Quickly pulling her shirt on and tying it she walks home in a fog not really remember or hearing much of anything.
As soon as she gets into her house, she walks in front of the full sized mirror and strips. Her finger caressing the rope impressions and bruises. “I will wait the week for you…” her voice trails off