At least this was going to be fun.
I stood up again, bent to grasp the zipper
at the hem of my jumpsuit and unzipped the leg to the crotch,
glancing at his face as I finished.
He was frowning, his eyes gleaming with
suspicion and dawning outrage. Ignoring him, I squatted over his
thighs again, grasped his cock and said hello big fellow. I heard
his teeth grinding as I sucked on it experimentally.
I’d never figured out why they called it
blowing when you had to suck the thing to inflate it.
It tasted pretty damned good—which was both
a relief and a pleasure since necessity dictated blowing him and I
wasn’t keen on giving head—a little exotic, but meat just the same.
In about two seconds flat, the monster awoke and it was fully twice
the size erect as it had been flaccid—
very
impressive!
Unable to resist, I lifted my head. “He says
yes.”
He snarled at me, trying to jerk his cock
from my grip. Shrugging, I returned my attention to what I’d been
doing. Since time was of the essence and I figured I might have
trouble moving fast enough to jack him off while I was astride him,
I fell to work with a will. After a few minutes he stopped trying
to get away and held himself perfectly still—as if that would avail
him! Ha! I was a world class tongue flapper.
Nobody
talked
more than I did, even when I was completely alone, which was most
of the time. I had a tongue, and jaws, of steel. I could’ve sucked
a blister on it if I’d wanted to.
He gave up trying to hold still, a clear
signal that I’d gone way beyond his control. He began to make
short, breathless sounds, trying to keep from groaning.
It turned me on big time. My own juices
began to flow. I could feel my body burgeoning with desire.
Not that it mattered to ‘the plan’. I hadn’t
really considered getting off myself since it wasn’t necessary, but
I was turned on now. I got so carried away, I lost sight of the
goal and almost screwed the pooch. When his cock abruptly jerked in
my mouth, it snapped me out of it, though.
St. Helens was about to blow!
Panting with my own arousal as well as
exertion, I pulled his cock from my mouth, scooted up his thighs
and lifted away from him, shoving his cock head into my opening. As
wet as I was—as stiff as his cock was—it was still a hell of a
tight fit. I was sweating by the time I’d managed to work him
deeply inside, and panting so hard I felt more than a little
lightheaded. I felt like I’d impaled myself on a fence post and had
to concentrate to relax my muscles enough to allow a little
movement.
Worried that I might have interrupted the
process and he might still escape me, I began moving as soon as I
felt my juices coating him, lifting up and bearing down again so
that my channel stroked his member. I had to fight the urge to
focus on my own pleasure instead of getting him off. Fortunately,
I’d been right. He
was
about to blow. At just about the same
instant my feverish ride took me to the top, I felt his cock jerk
inside of me. Groaning, fighting the urge to simply hold still so
that I could enjoy the sensations jolting through me, I kept
moving, milking his body until his cock ceased to pump his seed
into me.
Weak in the aftermath of the best climax I
could remember having in a very long time, I wilted over him,
struggling to catch my breath. His heart hammered in my ear, his
own chest rising and falling in hard gusts.
I’d just begun to wonder it if was safe to
linger a while longer and take another shot at collecting his seed
when I heard a sound that made every muscle in my body tense for
trouble. Jerking upright, I looked for the source.
A young female cult member stood just inside
the chapel. As I looked at her, she dropped the jug of water she
had in her hands.
Adrenaline flooded my blood stream
instantly. I sprang off of my rape victim like he had catapulted me
off with his cock. The girl was still trying to find her voice to
scream when I reached her. Clamping a hand over her mouth just as
she emitted a high pitched mouse squeak, I dug frantically for the
taser. Finally, my hand curled around it and I jerked it from the
belt, released her, and gave her a good jolt.
She jerked all over, let out another squeak,
this time of fear, and began to wilt toward the floor.
My ears pricked for trouble. I heard it
bearing down on me. Grabbing a candle stand, I shoved it through
the handles of the double doors, made a half hearted attempt to
stamp out the burning candles I’d poured all over the floor and
dashed back to my victim.
He looked furious enough to breathe fire.
There was something in his eyes that told me he wasn’t the least
bit pleased with me.
“Hate to eat and run—but gotta go.”
“You said you would free me,” he
growled.
I shrugged. “You didn’t give to the cause,”
I pointed out—because there was no way in hell I was going to just
turn the guy loose when he was looking at me with such promise in
his eyes—promise of mayhem and bodily harm.
On the other hand, I couldn’t bring myself
to leave him at the mercy of those maniacs who obviously didn’t
have any. Digging frantically at my pocket while I listened to the
two guards at the back pounding on the rear door, I finally managed
to unearth a pair of wire cutters.
My hands shook as I clipped through the
wires wrapped around his wrist. When I’d cut the wire, I had to rap
him smartly on the knuckles to make him let go of my arm because
he’d grabbed it the instant I freed him. Slapping the cutters into
his open palm, I jumped back. “You wanted to free yourself. Do
it.”
Leaping over him, I dove for the front of
the chapel and wedged another candle holder under those door
handles before they got the idea to run around the building. They
still didn’t appear to have tumbled to the fact that there was an
intruder inside. From what I could hear of their conversation, they
were trying to figure out why the doors were stuck and apparently
thought the girl was lying in front of them.
When I glanced around again, I saw I’d set
fire to the chapel with the candles I’d dumped.
“Shit!” The whatever-he-was, had already
gotten his other wrist free and was working on his feet.
That galvanized me more than the sounds from
outside.
Nuts on the outside, fire on the inside and
a totally pissed off ‘whatever’.
I looked up at the dangling rope, but I
didn’t figure I had enough adrenaline pumping through me to climb
it again, even with fire—and brimstone—chasing me up. Glancing
around a little frantically, I grabbed a hymnal and pitched it at
the nearest window just as one of the candle holders bent and the
doors burst inward.
They screamed. Grown men didn’t usually
scream when they saw fire. I knew instantly that the ‘demon’ was
loose. Taking a running jump, I dove through the broken window,
managing an awkward tuck and roll when I hit the ground on the
outside—awkward because one of my arms gave way. Pain shot through
my arm, but I was too revved to pay it that much attention. Leaping
to my feet, I sprinted toward the woods.
I could hear a good many shouts and a lot of
screaming behind me. Some of it was screams to stop, the rest
screams of terror.
Like I was going to stop! Get real! The
yelling to stop only made me run faster. I was traveling at such
velocity by the time I got to the edge of the road I had a hell of
a time braking to make the turn, sliding halfway into the road like
a baseball player sliding toward home base.
Rocks burned my palms as I clawed at the
ground and finally regained my feet.
The adrenaline made it easier to snatch the
driver’s side door open in spite of the underbrush. Thankfully, I’d
had the foresight to leave the keys in the ignition. I started the
vehicle, yanked the gear into reverse and floored it.
There were a couple of screams behind
me—first news I had that my pursuit was that close. I hoped the
jouncing was just the SUV bouncing over the ruts, but I sure as
hell wasn’t getting out for a look. The smell of burning rubber and
the scream of tires filled the cab as I slammed on the brakes when
I hit pavement. Jerking the gear into drive, I floored it
again.
The fire in the temple was already out of
control by the time I zipped by. People were running in every
direction. I got a glimpse of something really big leaping from the
belfry.
A mixture of relief and nerves tightened in
my belly.
He was free. I wasn’t going to have to spend
the rest of my life wondering—not that any of it was my fault. He’d
gotten himself into the mess, after all. And the bloodthirsty kooks
had caught him. It was their war. I was just a bystander.
My thighs were sticky with his seed, though.
I couldn’t resist a triumphant grin about that.
Mission accomplished!
Chapter Three
I decided, under the circumstances, to take
the rental through the car wash before I returned it. When I’d
washed it and vacuumed it several times, I returned it to the
rental place, praying it had been too dark for anybody to catch the
license plate.
I was pleased that I managed to behave
perfectly calm and naturally.
I’d used a fake ID to rent the thing. I’d
felt a little silly at the time, like someone playing spy, but it
was a covert operation, after all, and I’d decided it was better to
be safe than sorry.
I had reason to be pleased with my
foresight.
When I left the car rental office, I spied a
news stand. After studying it speculatively for a heartbeat, I dug
a couple of coins out and bought one, then caught a cab and had him
drop me off downtown.
It was harder to act nonchalant when I got
out of the cab. I hadn’t taken the time to read the article on the
front page, but the headlines had made me feel a little ill.
Satanists Burn Church
Like it was
my
fault the morons had
frigging candles all over the place! In a wooden building, no
less!
It took me an hour to reach the place where
I’d left my car. I had to force myself to keep my legs to a brisk
walk, but I wasn’t rattled enough to draw attention to myself by
running.
As tempted as I was to sit and read the
article—just to see what lies they’d told—I started the car and
left.
The drive back to the city where I lived
took longer than I’d expected. I didn’t get back to my apartment
until the wee hours of the morning. I figured there were probably
cops looking for me all over the place, so I’d kept to the speed
limit like a good little girl instead of gunning the engine like I
usually did whenever I was in a hurry to get somewhere—which was
most of the time.
Exhausted, I dropped my gear on the floor by
the door and headed for the bathroom.
A long, hot shower soothed my tension and
the aches and pains from exerting muscles that hadn’t been used in
a number of years. When I got out, I grabbed a home pregnancy test
and pissed on it.
The results were indecisive.
I was disappointed, but then I noticed the
instructions said it took a few days for accuracy.
“Fuck!” Tossing the thing, I dried off,
dropped the towel on the floor and headed for my bedroom.
I checked when I flipped on the light.
The what-ever-he-was was sprawled on my bed,
his hands behind his head a look on his face that made me
distinctly uneasy.
Without any rush, he threw his legs over the
side of the bed and stood, dropping my wire cutters on the
mattress.
I decided not to let him know I was
intimidated. Crossing my arms over my breasts, I leaned against the
door frame as casually as I could. “You didn’t need to come to
thank me.”
His eyes narrowed. “I didn’t.”
“Or bring the wire cutters back.”
He lifted his wings. It reminded me of those
birds you see walking along the ground and shifting their wings
threateningly to scare bugs out of the grass. I hated to admit it,
but it made my belly clench painfully. I tensed all over.
The wings disappeared—just vanished. One
moment they were there, the next he looked like an ordinary—well
almost ordinary—man. I didn’t ask him how he’d done it. I had a
feeling he could do a lot of things and I probably didn’t want to
know about most of them.
His hands for instance. There wasn’t a sign
of the ugly holes that had been in his palms—or his feet. They
hadn’t just healed. The wounds might never have been there at
all.
“You did not keep your bargain.”
Outrage supplanted my nervousness. I dropped
my arms and stood away from the door frame. “Because we didn’t have
one. You said no, remember?”
His eyes narrowed. “Yes. I thought perhaps
you hadn’t grasped ‘no’.”
I sighed irritably. The rape thing. “You’ll
live. You don’t look too traumatized to me. And your friend gave it
up willingly. What do you think—you’re going to get your seed back?
Sorry. Gone, gone.”
He’d been stalking me from the moment he got
out of my bed. It wasn’t that I hadn’t noticed. I just figured
whirling to run would kick him into chase mode and I didn’t really
feel up to running at the moment. I wasn’t dressed for it to start
with and my knees felt all mushy, like they might not
cooperate.
I didn’t realize he’d gotten within reach
until his hands shot out and his fingers curled around my upper
arms. I was tensed and ready, though. The moment he grabbed me, I
grabbed his arms, jerked him toward me as I twisted, pushed one hip
out, and then gave him a shove.
Surprise flickered in his eyes when he felt
himself falling backwards. He hit the floor hard enough to rattle
the window glass and table lamp. I hadn’t really thought past the
hip throw. Instead of running like anybody with any sense would
have, I leapt on top of him, straddling his torso and grabbing his
arms just below the wrists.