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muse dream
by Elijah
Eli@netusa.net
[I normally post to rec.arts.erotica, not a.s.s, so I am not very
familar with the keyword conventions used in this group. Forgive
me if my usage seems odd or incomplete.]
A dream come unto me after my muse was away
raping, maiming, and pillaging
by Eli the Bearded
"That moment she was mine, mine, fair,
Perfectly pure and good: I found
A thing to do, and all her hair
In one long yellow string I wound
Three times her little throat around,
And strangled her. No pain felt she;
I am quite sure she felt no pain."
-- Robert Browning, "Porphyria's Lover"
Almere had sent Thomas email. This was worrying. After decryption
the message said
I think something is up with the bomb shelter. I want
you there tonight at five to help me investigate. I
trust your judgement in these matters. I will not be
following normal security procedures because I don't know
how far this reaches.
"Worrying" did not begin to describe the content. "Bomb shelter"
is a euphemism for a rather large underwater bunker used to store
munitions.
At 4:30 Thomas was circling in front of the long ramp walled with
reinforced concrete that led down to the bunker entrance. There
was a conspicuous lack of normal security. No sentries armed with
fully-automatic weapons. The front gate wasn't closed, much less
locked. At the far end of the ramp he knew there was supposed to
be motion sensitive robotic guns. He decided not to investigate
them at the moment. Instead he parked and began to wait.
Five to five Almere drove in a gray Range Rover. Quite a change
from his normal chauffeured Lincoln. He parked by Thomas and both
got out of their vehicles.
"Hello."
"Glad you could make it. Here, take this." Almere handed him a
brief case. Thomas opened it and inspected the contents. A
security pass to soothe the roboguns, a gasmask, a flashlight, a
Glock 19 with two clips, a map, a book of security codes, a
screwdriver, a book of matches and a pack of Chesterfield Kings.
Thomas pocketed the matches and cigarettes, loaded the gun and
stuck it in his belt, put the spare clip in his back pocket, and
hung the security card from his front pocket. He closed the
briefcase.
"Why the cigarettes?"
"They go with the gas mask," Almere explained. "The smoke alarm
is sensitive enough that one or two of them should trip the halon
system."
Thomas nodded and motioned towards the ramp. Almere put a pass in
his breast pocket and took a brief case of his own. They headed
down the ramp.
Thomas became nervous as they approached the guns. He was always
nervous around computer controlled weaponry. When they came into
range the guns sighted themselves on the pedestrians and then
froze. This was the normal response for someone approaching with
a security pass. In light of the other irregularities, Thomas was
very unsure what rules governed the guns today.
Almere keyed a sequence of digits into a keypad by the door.
There followed a short buzz and whirr as the door slid open. Both
entered the bunker. The slid shut behind them. Normally there
were two guards posted at a desk here. Today there were two empty
chairs behind the desk. The dishevelled newspaper on one of the
chairs was three days old.
The telephone on the desk began to ring. Thomas and Almere eyed
each other, them Almere picked up the phone.
He held it to his ear and wordlessly waited. Shortly his
expression grew grim. He motioned towards the the keypad by the
door. Thomas got out the book of security codes and flipped
through it to find the one for the front door. As he began to key
it in, Almere hung up and a bulkhead began to slide in front of
the door. Eyeing the bulkhead, Almere commented "I suddenly think
the codes have been changed."
A familiar voice boomed out, "Indeed they have been. Welcome to
hell."
Thomas drew his gun and looked about for the source of the voice.
Presently Steprim flanked by two guards rounded a corner down a
short hallway.
"Vice-president Almere, hello. I was expecting you. Mr Thomas
Klimyn is a surprize, however. Probably the best single person you
could have thought to bring. Unfortunately a single person is not
enough." Steprim smiled. He and his guards were quite close now.
Thomas, noting that at least the left guard still had the safety
of his gun on, decided to do something. He dropped to the ground
and firing shots into the chests of both guards, aiming for the
right one first. Then under the assumption that the guards had
bulletproof body armor on and would recover from the shots in a
few moments, he fired shots into their faces for good measure.
It was then that Thomas felt a knife pressed into his throat.
Steprim, now looking quite angry, approached and kicked the gun
out of Thomas's hands. Speaking to the unseen body with the knife
he said, "Stella, please take Mr Klimyn away."
Thomas felt himself directed to stand and did so. He was then
pushed down a hall and into an unmarked door. He heard the door
close behind him and felt the knife removed. "Good evening, my
sweet," he said. The room was outfitted as a living quarter. It
featured meager kitchen, a bunk, a sofa, a television and a lamp.
Stella walked around in front of him. She was shorter than him by
about a head, stocky with very large breasts, her bobbed red hair
obviously dyed. "Your hair is much shorter than last time I saw
you," she commented in a quiet but powerful voice. "I was rather
hoping to have a chance to strangle you with your own hair."
"Ah, you would be my Porphyria's Lover then? I am charmed."
Thomas smiled, then continued, "So then how will you kill me?"
"Without the hair there hardly seems to be any point." She put
the knife down on one of the kitchen counters.
"Oh come on. It would be so sexy for you to try to kill me."
For a few seconds Stella, leaning back on the counter, just
stared at him. Then with a faint grin she leapt at Thomas arms
reaching for his throat. He deflected her arms and seized her
body, then pulled her towards him. Presently he forced his mouth
to hers to kiss. He pushed his tongue in without resistance and
felt hers reciprocate.
Just as she was seeming to soften, her tongue retracted suddenly.
Thomas guessed her intention, and both of them bit down at once
causing a clashing of teeth but no mauling of his tongue as had
been her goal. Teeth locked, he continued the kiss for another
few seconds.
"Delicious," he whispered after separating. Stella lunged to bite
his throat, but missed everything vital below the skin. Thomas
managed to push her off with only minor bleeding. He grabbed her
throat with one hand and her left breast with the other.
Her arms now free, Stella again reached for his throat but only
one got a grip, as Thomas bit the other. Deadlocked thus, he
began to powerfully squeeze and knead the captive breast. Their
eyes locked for a while and Thomas felt a strong sense of love
for the woman before him. When her eyes darted away, he knew to
prepare himself.
She jerked up her knee aiming for his crotch, but he turned
himself and pushed her away at the same time. Her blouse tore
open from his shove and her knee connected with his hip. Slowly
Thomas forced his leg between hers and then lifted his knee into
her crotch. Leaning on her for support, he forced her to balance
on one leg as he rubbed his thigh back and forth across her
crotch.
He just had time to feel her wetness -- through her skirt and
panties and his slacks -- on his leg before she pushed him
backwards and both went sprawling across the carpet. There was
then a mad rush between them to immobilize the other.
Thomas eventually won, pinning her arms beneath his legs and
sitting on her chest in such a way that she had nothing vital to
bite at. She tried kicking him, but all this accomplished was to
cause her skirt to fall down to her waist and reveal her moist
panties.
"What a delightful idea I just had," he said with a snicker. He
slid back carefully to give himself room, so that he now sat on
her neck. Then he grabbed her legs and pulled them open. When he
had enough room, he put his forearm between her legs like a
spreader bar. With a couple of good pulls he tore her panties off.
That the red gashes they cut into the skin were so close in color
to the material amused him.
"Mmmm, mmmm, good! Hot twat soup! Last one lickin's a rotten
egg!" he called with a chuckle before beginning to lap at the wet
slit.
"What's the matter? Don't you trust me? Why don't I get something
to eat?" Stella cried in a tone dripping with sarcasm.
Thomas pulled his head away, but continued to finger her as he
spoke. "Now there's a question. Do I trust you? How strong is
your temptation to bite hard?" He paused. "Well, I suppose I
would not be living life to the fullest not to try, and besides,
maybe what I could bite back would be equally as painful."
So Thomas raised his crotch and awkwardly opened himself up with
one hand. He pushed his pants and and briefs down just past his
ass and lowered his erection into her mouth. He felt teeth
against his glans and commented, "Be careful my love, I would
hate to break my vegetarian diet with a labium or clitoris."
Thomas turned back to his meal of her hot juice and Stella
nibbled, licked, and sucked his hot meat. Whenever she got too
rough with his penis or scrotum, he made sure to pinch her clit
hard. He rather enjoyed the pain and suspected that she felt the
same way.
He came first, shooting hot semen down Stella's throat. She
having little else to do but swallow it, did so. The spray of
spunk did not stop her suckling, though, and the suckling did
stop the onset of flaccidity. The start of her tart orgasm was
proceeded with ample warning by a lack of attention to her
nursing. Thomas used this hint to withdraw himself from her mouth
before she peaked.
After hers was over and Thomas became inattentive as he lay there
leisurely licking. Stella sensed this and used the opportunity to
throw him off her. Again there was a mad scramble for one to
immobilize the other. Thomas was at a disadvantage this time due
to his half off pants restraining him, so Stella was able to
assume the superior position.
Their hands were locked together thwarting any attempt of hers
to go for his throat. Thus stalemated, she decided instead on
pursuing mating. Her soaking sex slid smoothly over his proudly
upright pole. They locked eyes as she began to hump him. Thomas
noticed her grip on his hands weaken as she focussed on her
fucking.
When there was nothing to speak of of her grip, he decided to
seize control of the situation. He sat up suddenly pushing her so
she twisted as she fell backwards. She let out a cry of shock as
he pushed her face down into the carpet and tore her blouse off.
With the fabric he tied each of her wrists to the opposite elbow.
"Dear sweet Stella, oh am I going to have fun with you," he
whispered with glee. He pulled off her skirt and used it to bind
her ankles. Satisfied then that she was helpless, although not
immobilized, he looked around the room again for anything useful.
His eyes lit upon the bunk.
Thomas stood and looked down at his pants. He decided to take
them off. Then he took Stella's knife from the counter and walked
over to the bed. He pulled the covers and sheets off of it. The
sheets he cut into long strands to serve as rope. Happy with a
big pile of binding material, he helped Stella stand and pushed
her over to the cot.
He forced her to her knees by the foot of it and then bound her
waist to the metal. He then untied her ankles and rebound her
knees to the legs of the bed. Thomas then walked around in front
of her and sat down on the bed. "You know, with most couples, if
they are at each other's throats all the time trying to kill each
other, it is a sign they shouldn't get married. With us I am not
so sure." He pinched her cheeks to force open her jaw and then
kissed her deeply.
"I guess it's back where we left off then," he said with a smile.
"But I don't think you will be needing this anymore," he added
removing her bra.
Thomas stood and walked behind Stella again. He gave her a few
good spanks and then resumed the fucking. In this new position he
could lean on her back and reach down to fondle her huge hanging
breasts. He squeezed and mashed her tits roughly while he pounded
her pussy. The clenching of her cunt at climax triggered his own
orgasm.
Minutes later he had finally pulled out, but was still leaning
over her, his faced pressed against her back. He gave her a hard
hug and said, "I think I really do love you, you know."
She was silent for a moment but then said, "Yeah, I think so
too." Thomas was glad she could not see him as he was close to
tears at hearing this. She then added, "So lover boy, got any
cigarettes?"
Thomas stood, wiped his eyes and said "I have a pack of
Chesterfields." The walked over to his clothes and began to
dress.
"Chesterfields? Okay, but what happened to your usual lung
cannons?"
Securing his belt, he commented, "The cloves are in the car.
Almere gave me these." With that he pulled the pack out of his
pocket. He looked around and seeing no smoke detectors, decided
it was safe. He withdrew two cigarettes, lit one, pushed it into
Stella's mouth, then lit the other.
"These have no bite," he lamented.
"And no filters," Stella said spitting some tobacco into the bed
while being careful not to drop her cigarette.
Thomas quickly puffed through the cigarette, and for lack of an
ashtray stubbed it out in the sink. Then he went back over to
Stella and took her cigarette to the sink.
"And now I am afraid I must go," he said. Picking up her ripped
panties he said, "but first I must do this." He forced the
panties into her mouth as a gag, then leaned forward to bite and
kiss one of her nipples. "Goodbye."
He took her knife and then cautiously stuck his head out into the
hall. Seeing no one, he hastily traced his steps back to the
entrance. His gun was gone, but both briefcases were still there.
He opened Almere's and was delighted to find another Glock. This
one had a silencer. He thought to himself, "Now we'll really see
if a single person isn't enough."
Elijah
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mastering the art of scripting porno Bond flicks
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muse dream
by Elijah
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