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Subject: "Southern Hospitality" by Rhett Dreams, 10/10 [mf, crime drama]


SOUTHERN HOSPITALITY  
by Rhett Dreams (c. 1996)  
  
  
Chapter Ten 
          
        Fifteen hundred miles northeast of Hannibal Lecter's  
hideaway, a large man entered a crowded bar and took the only  
open seat, at the end of the bar.  Like most of the other patrons  
of this resort night spot, he was wearing the uniform of a man  
on vacation---a colorful Hawaiian print shirt, shorts and  
sandals.  As he waited for the bartender to make his way down  
he glanced at the other people who lined the long u-shaped  
bar.  His mind played a familiar game as his glance fell on each  
patron.  
        "Schoolteacher... thirty... midwest," he said to himself,  
his eyes on a woman at the opposite end of the bar.  When she  
caught his glance and smiled he nodded noncommittally and let  
his eyes move on.  "Insurance salesman, forty-five, second  
marriage to the lady next to him... a dentist's assistant or maybe  
a hairdresser, forty, tying to look thirty-five."  
        The game continued until he reached an attractive girl  
four stools to his right, her intelligent face framed by straight  
brown hair that fell softly to her mostly bare shoulders.  
        "Bingo," thought the man to himself.  
        "What'll it be?" the bartender asked and placed a small  
napkin in front of him.  
        "Chivas.  Rocks.  A double," he said.  When he returned  
his glance to the attractive girl he saw that her blue eyes were  
on him.  She immediately looked away and busied herself with  
her drink, which he noticed was almost gone.  
        When the bartender returned with his drink he leaned  
toward the man and said, "The girl four seats down, in the  
yellow sundress... make her another of whatever she's drinking,  
on me."  
        "I don't run a dating service," complained the barman,  
but changed his mind when the man's pleasant smile  
disappeared and his steely eyes focused on him with a force  
that was almost physical.  
        "Yeah... okay," mumbled the barman.  He mixed up a  
tequila sunrise and placed it in front of the girl.  He leaned  
toward the girl to say something and motioning with his thumb  
toward the large man at the end of the bar.  When her blue  
eyes returned to him he raised his glass in a silent toast.  
        She paused for a moment, knowing enough of the mating  
dance to realize that her acceptance of the drink would be  
taken as an expression of her interest in the ruggedly  
handsome man.  She took the fresh drink anyway, nodded her  
thanks to the man, and blushed slightly when he motioned with  
his head and rose to find them a table.  
        This silent exchange was noticed by two people at the  
bar with considerable disappointment.  The woman at the end  
of the bar, who was in fact a schoolteacher on her summer  
break, had hoped to attract the man to her.  The other who  
noticed was the man sitting next to the bar stool that was now  
vacant of the attractive girl.  He had tried several times to  
engage the girl in a conversation, but her brief but polite  
responses indicated her disinterest.  
        "Sam's my name," lied the large man as the girl took a  
seat in the booth.  
        "Um, Alice," said the girl, nervously.  
        It was quieter in the back of the room and considerably  
darker.  He did most of the talking at first, slowly drawing the  
girl into the conversation, knowing that she was not used to  
being picked up my a strange man.  She was tentative, quite  
uncomfortable with the process, but at the same time he knew  
that she wanted to be with him.  
        She told him she was a Wall Street investment analyst  
and was taking her first vacation in over a year.  As she talked  
about her the daily pressures of her commute and job he  
noticed that she was relaxing a bit, and was more at ease with  
him.  He reached across the table and took one of her hands in  
his, stroking the delicate fingers while she talked.  When she  
finished, he brought his gaze back to her eyes.  
        "I want to take you someplace different," he said.  
        "Oh?"  
        "Yes, Alice.  Someplace private... with a bed."  
        "Oh!"  
        The stroked her hand and watched her face blush.  She  
recovered after a few moments and nodded.  He rose and  
tossed a few bills on the table then helped her up, bringing her  
body close to his.  
        "Let's go."  
        She grabbed her handbag and let him lead her to the  
door, blushing at the thought that everyone in the bar knew that  
she'd allowed this stranger to pick her up.  She was sure that  
they knew that she was going to be fucked that night by the  
large man, and maybe they were imagining, just like she, what  
it would be like.  
        "I'm going to be fucked," she thought to herself.  "That's  
what I came to the Islands for, and to this bar.  To be picked up  
and royally fucked by a stranger.  No strings.  No awkward  
apologies.  Just a hard cock in my cunt."  
        The man led her out of the bar and to his car in the far  
back of the dark parking lot, so close to the water that she could  
hear the waves lapping at the shore over the pounding of her  
heart.  He unlocked the passenger door but didn't open it.  
Instead, he grabbed the girl and pressed her back against the  
car and pinned her there with his body.  She could feel his  
bulge against her stomach and her body tingled in excitement  
and trepidation.  He lowered his head and brought his lips over  
hers, kissing her hungrily.  She could taste the whiskey on his  
tongue as it explored her mouth.  His huge hands held hers at  
her side as his demanding kiss took possession of her.  
        "Oh, God!" she cried when he broke the kiss, her body  
trembling.  
        He lifted her hands up and brought them together over  
her head, holding them easily in one of his huge mitts.  His free  
hand pulled her sun dress above her hips, then dived down the  
front of her panties.  
        "Oh!" she cried as his fingers found her sex, one thick  
digit entering her wetness.  Once again he lowered his mouth  
to hers and kissed her roughly, deeply, while his finger drove  
itself into her tight sex.  
        "Please... not here," she said when he broke the kiss.  
        "Where do you want to get fucked, huh?"  
        He kissed her again and began moving his finger back  
and forth as much as her tight panties would allow.  He broke  
the kiss and looked into her eyes, removing his finger from her  
sex long enough to yank her panties down her thighs, over her  
knees.  They fell to her ankles and she stepped out of them.  
        "Don't hurt me... be gentle," she said.  
        "Is that what you want, cunt?  Gentle?"  
        He led her quickly down the length of the car and turned  
her around before bending her face down on the trunk.  She felt  
his hand on her back, holding her in place, and heard the man  
undoing his belt and then his zipper.  The hard knob that came  
in contact with her sex felt huge to her.  She gasped, now  
unsure what she feared most, being discovered in this state by  
some stranger or being taken by this man.  
        "Ahhhh," she moaned as the very thick rod penetrated  
her sex and stretched her narrow passage.  He drove it fully  
inside and she felt his naked loins against her ass, her cunt  
filled with his thick rod.  He wasted no time on preliminaries,  
driving his cock quickly in and out of her wet cunt.  The loud  
smack made each time his hips slapped into her ass was  
audible over the sounds of the nearby waves and their labored  
breathing.  
        "Is this gentle enough for you?"  The girl's only response  
was a continuation of her moans with every forward stroke, the  
intense pleasure coming from her sex driving away her fears  
and bringing her rapidly toward orgasm.  
        "Is this what you wanted, bitch?" he repeated after  
grabbing a handful of her hair.  
        "Yes!" she cried.  "Fuck me... hard!"  
        Two minutes later the man felt her cunt spasm around  
his shunting cock, announcing her orgasm.  He felt his own  
release coming and continued to hammer his cock into the  
writhing girl until his cock finished erupting in her cunt.  
        After he pulled his spent cock out of the girl and  
arranged his clothes, he knelt to pick up her panties and walked  
around the car to the driver's door.  
        "You coming, cunt?" he said, opening the door and  
climbing in.  
        Looking dazed and embarrassed, the girl pushed herself  
off the hood of the car and lowered her dress over her naked  
ass.  Wordlessly, she accepted his invitation and took her seat  
next to him in the car.  
        In her daily work life the girl never let her defenses  
down, competing with men in a world dominated my their rules.  
She was aggressive, extremely competent and successful.  But  
now, here, this was what she wanted and needed.  Knowing all  
this didn't ease her embarrassment as they walked through the  
hotel lobby, she a few steps behind the large man, feeling the  
mixture of his cum and her juices leaking out of her cunt and  
trailing down her thighs.  Having sat in the car seat with no  
panties, she was certain that her cotton sundress had a large  
wet spot.  She believed that everyone in the lobby was staring  
at her and whispering.  
        "What a slut," she imagined them saying.  
        She was grateful when they got inside the elevator  
alone.  But when the doors closed the man grabbed her and  
turned her toward the wall, pushing her up against it while his  
feet kicked her legs apart.  Her relief at being out of sight of  
people vanished when he lifted her sun dress up and shoved a  
hand between her spread thighs and into her cunt.  
        "Oh!" she exclaimed as his fingers collected the copious  
juices from her cunt and thighs and spread them over her bare  
ass.  
        "You're a fuckin' mess, slut," he said, slapping her ass  
sharply.  He wiped his hands clean on the back her dress  
before lowering the now-soiled garment back in place and  
stepping away in front of the doors.  
        She meekly followed him out of the elevator and down  
the corridor to the room, her face crimson.  Inside, he stripped  
the sun dress off her and left her standing naked in the middle  
of the large room while he poured himself a drink.  When he  
returned he stood a few feet in front of her, sipping his drink, his  
eyes taking in the body of the slender girl.  
        The girl blushed at his open examination of her body  
and, in a reflex born of modesty, her hand drifted over to hide  
her neatly trimmed cunt.  
        "That won't do," he said and slapped her hand away.  
        "Undress me, cunt," was his next command.  The girl  
blushed but obeyed, starting with the buttons on his Hawaiian  
shirt.  He continued the sip his drink while she removed his shirt  
and undid his pants.  When she had completed her task he set  
his drink down and put his hands on her shoulders and pushed  
down.  
        She was forced to her knees before him, his cock directly  
in front of her face.  His hands slipped behind her head and  
pulled her against his rod.   The odor of sex filled her nostrils as  
her face was pressed up against the thickening cock.  After  
several minutes he pulled her head back and used his other  
hand to lower his now erect cock so that it pointed directly at  
her mouth.  
        "You want this?" he teased, holding her head an inch  
away from the bulbous head of his cock.  
        "Yes," she whispered.  
        "What, cunt?  I couldn't hear you.  Do you want to suck  
my cock, slut?"  
        "Yes," she said, taking her eyes off his cock and looking  
up into his face.  "I want to suck your cock."  
        He pulled her head a bit closer and rubbed the head of  
his cock over her lips in small circles.  She extended her tongue  
and flicked it back and forth over the head, and was rewarded  
for her initiative when the man tightened his grip of her hair and  
pulled her head back away from his cock.  
        "I didn't say you could so that, slut.  Mouth open, tongue  
down."  
        She obeyed, and he brought her head back to his cock,  
tracing her lips with the head, first outside, then inside.  When  
he did finally enter her mouth, his cock slid over her tongue and  
stopped only when it hit the back of her throat.  
        "Suck."  
        Breathing carefully through her nose, she closed her  
mouth around the thick rod and applied as much pressure as  
she could while he moved her head back and forth.  
        "That's a nice little fuck-toy," he said.  He continued to  
humiliate her verbally while he drew her head and mouth back  
and forth on his cock, fucking her face.  After five minutes he  
pulled her off and ordered her to the bed.  She rose and got on  
the large bed, lying demurely on her side with her legs closed.  
        Holding his drink again, the man said, "On your back,  
slut.  Legs spread wide.  Arms over your head."  
        She blushed but obeyed, presenting him with a open  
view of her sex.  The man sipped his drink and stared for  
several moments before putting it down and retrieving a pair of  
handcuffs from a satchel on the dresser.  As he climbed onto  
the bed the girl's eyes widened.  
        "That's not... necessary," she said nervously as the large  
man straddled her torso and reached up to grab one of her  
wrists.  
        "Shut up, cunt," he said, closing a cuff around one wrist.  
He threaded the other cuff through a slat on the headboard  
before closing it around her other wrist.  The foot-long chain  
connecting the two cuffs was long enough to allow her to be  
turned onto her stomach without having to release and then  
reattach the cuffs.  
        The man gave a satisfied grunt and then backed down  
the bed until he was kneeling between her spread thighs.  
Taking a leg in each hand, he lifted them off the bed and bent  
them back across her body.  In this position, the girl's ass was  
slightly off the bed and her wide open cunt was elevated  
perfectly for his cock.  He entered her fully, her cunt deliciously  
tight around his thick rod, then positioned his thick arms outside  
her legs, straight and stiff, holding his massive body over hers.  
        He began to fuck the bound girl, slowly at first and then  
with gradually more pace and force.  As before, when he was  
fucking her mouth, he gave every indication that he was merely  
using her body for his pleasure.  She was not an active  
participant as he pounded his cock into her tight wet cunt.  
        The girl felt her excitement build as he hammered his  
cock into her, using her as a vessel for his release.  There was  
no affection in this act, she knew.  She was his slut, an  
anonymous cunt to rut into... a bitch in heat and he was taking  
her... fucking her.  That she was getting pleasure from this act  
was not his concern.  When he began talking to her, telling her  
that he would invite a few of the hotel staff to use her when he  
was finished, she closed her eyes and imagined that he would  
do just that.  Cuffed to the headboard... defenseless... fucked  
time and time again by the black-as-coal natives of the island...  
thick cocks, long cocks, black cocks using her sex, driving into  
her body until they release their cum... fiery sprays into her  
womb... her body used again... fucked... raped... again...  
        "Ahhhhhh," she cried out as a powerful orgasm ripped  
through her body, the spasms all the more powerful because  
she couldn't move, her legs bent awkwardly back, her arms  
stretched up along side her head.  The images of being taken...  
used... fucked... flashed through her brain as her climax  
continued.  In her overheated mind, the thick cock that  
hammered into her cunt belonged to a large black man... then  
another... then another.  
  
        The girl was now face down on the bed.  Her body felt  
wonderfully languid as the muscles in her legs relaxed and her  
pulse and breathing settled down.  She even dozed briefly,  
unaware and unconcerned about what the man intended.  In  
some part of her mind she knew that his huge hands were on  
her again, lifting her hips off the bed, shoving a pillow under  
her... spreading her thighs apart, opening her.  When the man's  
thumbs spread her ass checks apart, all she felt was a tinge of  
embarrassment that she was so exposed to him.  
        But when she felt the force of his finger on her ass hole...  
cold and oily... pressing inside, she came fully awake and cried  
out.  
        "No!"  
        Ignoring her, the finger wormed it's way inside her ass.  
Deeper it went, filling her until she felt the man's knuckles  
against her flesh.  
        "Please... don't," she said, knowing that she would be  
ignored.  She felt the finger withdraw almost completely and  
then enter her again.  Then again.  His cock would be next, she  
knew... the thick rod that had so filled her sex would try to enter  
her ass.  
        The man continued to fuck his thick finger in and out of  
her ass, then found her clit with his thumb and rotated the digit  
over her sensitive nub.  The dual assault continued for several  
minutes until the girl's moans told the man she was ready.  
        The discomfort had faded slowly, but with the direct  
contact on her clit, the girl's passions were once again  
inflamed.  When the man withdrew his finger from her ass she  
groaned, party out of need and but also because she knew  
what was next.  He would drive his cock into her ass,  
completing her humiliation.  The taking of her.  The using.  
        When she felt his body climb back on the bed and his  
hands on her ass, she groaned again.  Those huge hands  
spread her ass cheeks apart and she felt the large greasy knob  
against her hole.  She braced herself for the entry, gritting her  
teeth and holding her breath.  For several long moments,  
however, she felt nothing but the contact... his cock at her hole.  
        "I'm going to fuck your ass, slut," she heard him say, and  
felt his hands caressing her hips, ass and back.  
        "Please..." she whined, knowing she'd be ignored.  As is  
cock pushed forward, popping past her tight anal muscle, she  
groaned.  The pain of his entry eased when she braced herself  
and pushed back against him.  
        It took him a full minute before he had his thick rod  
buried to the hilt in the girl's very tight ass.  Growling in her ear,  
the man eased his cock back and then worked it forward until  
she was fully corked again, his heavy balls pressed against her  
wet and wide open sex.  
        "Only a slut takes it up the ass," he said after a half-  
dozen strokes.  As he continued to work his cock back and forth  
he took the flesh of her shoulder between his teeth and chewed  
gently.  Then he spoke into her ear, telling her again that he'd  
have five or six of the hotel staff come up once he was finished  
with her.  
        "Ohhhh," she groaned as he lifted himself up on his  
arms, locking them in place on either side of the bound girl.  He  
began fucking again into her tight ass, enjoying the sight of his  
thick cock cleaving the cheeks of her firm ass and disappearing  
within.  Her passageway was oiled and relaxed now, and he  
had no trouble increasing the pace of his thrusts so that his  
hips slapped into her rear with every stroke into the mewing  
girl.  
        He settled into a regular cadence, relishing the spongy  
grip of her anal canal on his cock... the sounds of her cries as  
his cock bottomed out and of the rhythmic slapping sound as  
hips met ass flesh.  With each forward stroke his balls swung  
forward and slapped into the open maw of her sex, wetting the  
swollen sacs.  
        His head was swimming with the eroticism of this ass-  
fuck.  Pounding his cock into this slut's ass... taking her...  
dominating her... using her ass now like he'd used her pussy in  
the parking lot... like he'd fucked her mouth when she'd  
followed him to his room like a bitch in heat... using this fuck-toy  
as he had when he'd speared her tight cunt earlier.  
        He could feel his cock tingling and knew he could  
postpone his orgasm no longer.  A moment later it came, and  
the release was exquisite as his shunting cock erupted in the  
girl's tight ass.  
        "Oh yes!... Oh yes!," he chanted as his cock blasted into  
the girl.  
  
        "Did you cum?" he asked, a few minutes later, resting on  
his elbows and speaking softly into her ear.  
        Her head turned and he moved her hair out of the way  
so he could see her face.  
        "Like a fountain," she said and smiled.  
        He eased his softening cock out of her ass and rolled  
over on to his back with a contented sigh.  
        "Imagine... me leaving the Bureau for a little chippie like  
you."  
        She chuckled and rattled her cuffs, reminding him that  
she was still bound.  Placing his hands behind his head, he  
ignored the unspoken request.  
        "I don't know... I kind of like you that way."  
        "Might I remind you, husband, that tomorrow is my turn to  
pick you up.  I noticed a nice stiff riding crop at that British store  
in the village.  The longer I'm kept shackled, the better it'll seem  
to me to purchase the thing for tomorrow night's activities."  
        She rattled the cuffs again and he rolled off the bed to  
get the keys.  
        "God damn pushy broad," he muttered as sat on the  
edge of the bed and unlocked the cuffs.  
        Clarice Starling rolled off the bed and strolled toward the  
bathroom.  
        "You don't know how pushy, mister," she said, closing  
the door behind her.  
        Gene Myers settled back on the bed and heard her sing  
song voice continue from within the adjoining bath, "But you  
will!"  
  
THE END  
c. 1996  
Rhett Dreams   
  
PostScript:  “Southern Hospitality” is the first of a trilogy of stories  
all featuring FBI Special Agent Clarice Starling.  The second in the  
series is entitled “Stepford Wives”.  The third is in-progress, with  
a working title, “The Fourth Reich”.      - Rhett Dreams  


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