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A Twist of Fate

By: AfroerotiK



It's funny how, in an instant, one's entire programming can be shifted. Given the right circumstances, everything that you've ever believed, everything that you've fought, feared, and resisted can be twisted and morphed into the thing you crave the most. Such was the case with Taja Crawford, who took a frightening journey that would leave her breathless, satisfied in ways she didn't know existed, and craving much more.

It all started innocently enough, when Taja arrived home late one night from shopping. She dragged her bags through the front door and dropped them at her feet as she reached around to hit the light switch. She'd been out shopping as usual. It had become her hobby of late in an ongoing effort to make herself feel valuable and beautiful. As soon as the door closed behind her, she knew something was wrong. It was pitch black! She remembered pulling into the subdivision and none of the other houses were dark so she figured that there must be a blown fuse somewhere. Her husband had been working around the house for a few days so she thought that he might have accidentally knocked something out.

"Phillip, are you here?" She called out to her husband again and there was no answer. "It just figures that dumb ass wouldn't be here to fix the mess he made," she mumbled half under her breath and half aloud. Taja's anger at her husband was typical, even if he hadn't done anything specifically wrong; she was going to find a way to blame him for something. Philip was a model husband but Taja's irrational standards were impossible to meet. She took pleasure in degrading him every chance she got and knowing full well that he would take it. She thought it was nothing less than an honor and a privilege for any man to be with her, that men had an obligation to take anything that she dished out and not say a word. The more she could degrade him, the better she would feel about herself.

Disoriented by the darkness Taja fumbled to find her purse to get her cell phone. Just her luck, the battery had died. That just made her angrier and curse Phillip more, even though he clearly had nothing to do with her phone. Luckily for her, she'd just purchased some brand new candles so all she had to do was let her eyes adjust for a second and find the lighter, which was right on top of the fireplace in the living room.

Before she even had a chance to get her bearings . . . the unimaginable happened. It was every woman's worst nightmare and it was happening in her own home. She felt the hands, the pressure, the pain, the fear overcome her body in a split second. Taja was grabbed and immobilized, her arms pulled around behind her as she cried out, "Nooooooooo. STOP," but her cries were muffled by a black leather gloved hand over her mouth. She was pushed against the front door and she felt the air being forced out of her lungs. She fought, struggling with her assailant, trying to resist him but she was quickly overpowered. Her mind was racing, she was praying, she was planning a strategy for escape all at the same time. She was in a panic. Her fear was soon displaced by rage as she hated this person for invading her home and was filled with the desire to exact revenge, even in her current helpless state. She fought with all her might but she was overpowered as her limbs began to fatigue. She was no match for her assailant.

In a matter of seconds, she had calmed down enough to know that she was going to have to use her wits to get out of this situation. With his hand still firmly against her mouth, she tried to get some image of what this person looked like. Could it be someone that she knew? Was it a total stranger? Fear coursed through every vein in her body as she imagined it was one of her cyber lovers. She'd spent many late nights cheating online, chatting with men in explicit sexual language in an attempt to add some spice to her life, to taunt Phillip and prove to him that she could have any man she wanted. She'd been careless, sharing exaggerated, intimate details about her life in order to make herself seem more affluent than she really was. Maybe one of those men had come to do unspeakable sexual acts on her. Tears were burning in her eyes and a lump formed in her throat, making it nearly impossible to swallow. The adrenaline pumping in her body was causing her to sweat and her legs felt like gelatin.

Her attacker leaned in close and whispered, "Shhhhhhh," and Taja nodded very calmly to indicate that she understood. As soon as he removed his hand, something was stuffed in her mouth and then a handkerchief or scarf of some sort was tied in place. Her first reaction was to try to scream to get a gauge of how much sound she could make through the material but she held off. She didn't know if this person had a gun or a knife and what his intentions were so she played it cool until she could devise a plan. He placed a silk blindfold over her eyes and she was struck by his gentle touch. She noticed how he gently lifted her hair to secure the blindfold and the soft lingering touches he gave to her face. She felt the cold metal of a pair of handcuffs being put on her wrists. She needed to know what he wanted to do so she would have to gain his confidence enough to let her speak so she played the part of a scared victim but she was actually using her skills as an actress to make him think that she was incapable of escape.

The strange attacker led Taja down the hall to the spare bedroom and closed the door and locked it behind them. Her heart dropped when she thought about what had happened to her husband. Phillip wasn't just your average good guy; he was a great guy. He owned his own handyman repair business, not glamorous but it paid the bills. He bought Taja her dream house and he didn't even complain when he had no say in picking out anything, nothing, not one single thing for the house. He bent over backwards to be nice to Taja's meddling sisters and her mother. Phillip went to church every Sunday even when Taja felt like she had more important things to do, like shop. He cooked, he cleaned, he even volunteered with disadvantaged youth, he would never cheat and he worked hard to provide for his wife. His only flaw, to Taja, was not being edgy enough. She saw the good qualities in Phillip but she wanted flash, she wanted a bad boy. Certainly, Phillip would never allow anything to happen to her, she knew he loved her with all his heart. She pushed the horrendous thought out of her mind about how her husband and the intruder might have struggled and fought, Phillip losing only to a bullet or knife wound, fighting to protect his wife. She didn't hate Phillip, she didn't want anything bad to happen to him, she just wanted him not to take her shit all the time; she wanted to be the wife of someone dangerous. It really wasn't his fault that he was average.

The adrenaline was pumping in Taja's veins and she was acutely aware of everything going on around her. Whatever happened, whatever was to happen, Taja maintained her senses and waited for her opportunity to escape.

The spare bedroom wasn't even a room that she and Phillip usually used. It was for guests when they came to spend the night; the only time it was ever really used was when Phillip slept there once in a while to keep from angering Taja with his presence. The stranger led Taja to the middle of the room, and in a split second, Taja's arms were hoisted above her head and attached to some sort of cable that was secured to the ceiling. It was the most unbelievably painful and uncomfortable sensation she had ever experienced. Taja was barely standing on her tiptoes and her arms were stretched to the point of excruciating pain. She was trying to balance herself and she felt herself flailing about like a rag doll. Her fight or flight instinct took over and she began crying uncontrollably. She felt her tears stream down her cheeks only to be absorbed by the handkerchief around her mouth. She tried to "feel" his presence in the room. He had moved back and was just listening to her muffled cries. She thought for a second that the end was near and everything would be over shortly. In her mind, she said her goodbyes and repented for her sins and waited for her untimely demise. What could have been seconds, what was probably minutes, but felt more like hours passed. The pain in her arms was unbearable; her legs ached from trying to relieve the pressure but her feet could barely reach the floor. Maybe he was going to leave her there to die, she thought; the victim of starvation, dehydration and torture.

Unexpectedly, he released the cable that suspended her from the floor and let her stand. Her arms were still above her head but the tension had been lessoned to the point where she could move them slightly. Taja was grateful to him for sparing her such pain and she realized that he had won one battle; he had made her appreciative of his small act of kindness.

He moved around in front of her and she could feel his body heat close to her. She felt his hands on her sides and run down to her full hips. He began caressing her breasts and sheer terror shot through her. Without notice, he ripped her blouse open, tearing it like it was nothing. Her breathing was heavy, knowing he was probably standing before her, aroused, but she was helpless to do anything about it. The telltale sign of the cold steel blade of a knife was pressed against her breasts as she froze. He cut away her bra and the remaining portions of her blouse until she stood topless. Having removed his gloves, he began caressing her neck, planting gentle, tender kisses on the nape of her neck and her collarbone. He licked gently, he kissed softly; from her ears to her shoulders and not missing a spot in between. His soft tongue licked up to her ear and he began blowing softly. His fingers stroked her flesh as he sucked the tender spot that always made Taja wet.

Rage coursed through Taja's body. The unspeakable was about to happen. He was going to violate her, take from her something he had no right to take. For years, she had fantasized about being "raped". Without regard for what the word actually meant, she fantasized that violent aggressive sex, that a man "taking" her, actually symbolized that she was more desirable than other women. The reality was vastly different.

Her mind was spinning, trying to reconcile the unadulterated fear coursing through her body and her arousal. She was searching for some way to make sense of the fact that while she was angered and scared she was actually enjoying this man kissing her sweet spot. He was making love to her neck with his mouth, licking and kissing and caressing her passionately. She shook her head to shake the thought that here she was, standing bare breasted and restrained by a total stranger, and on some level she was enjoying it. She was actually enjoying the sensation, it was giving her pleasure and it served to distract her from the pain in her arms that were still secured above her head and the anger of being assaulted. She was desperate to move her arms; her restraint was painful, both physically and psychologically.

In an act of kindness, her assailant unfastened the handkerchief around her face and removed the gag from her mouth. Taja immediately began pleading for her life, trying to talk rationally with the man. He didn't say a word; he gently placed his fingers to her lips to indicate to her that he wanted her to be quiet. Taja froze, and bargained. "I'll be quiet if you let my arms down a little, they hurt so badly. Please."

He ignored her pleas as his fingertips began to gently trace her nipples, softly circling her breasts. Her erect nipples stood out from her body, proudly almost, betraying the fact that she actually enjoyed the stimulation. When he lowered his mouth to her tits, a small groan could be heard emanating from her throat. He filled his hands with her breasts and he held them to his mouth. Taja was outdone and began slightly thrusting back and forth, showing barely detectable signs of sexual arousal. She was enjoying his ministrations a little too much for her comfort. He began sucking a little harder and Taja bit her lip to keep from moaning. He started biting her nipples and it was as if it was sending shots of electricity directly to her clit. Her brain was misfiring, somehow causing her to experience the sensation as pleasure. She could feel moisture developing between her legs, the throb of arousal in her pussy. Taja was confused and determined to control her own desire. She was always in control and she was going to do whatever she had to do to keep her pussy from getting wet.

Even the best laid plans need room for variables. As Taja was trying to control her arousal, and the man before her was licking, sucking and biting her hard nipples, she experienced a sensation that would send her mind and body reeling. Her arms were beginning to numb, a dull ache had set in, and she was almost able to tune out the pain when she was jolted by a pain that transformed her focus. Nipple clamps were applied to her aroused nipples as her captor began to pull a chain attached to them. He was toying with her, alternating between softly caressing her breasts and roughly pulling the chain that was attached to the clamps. Taja wasn't able to hide her arousal, she was moaning in pleasure and in pain. He took what felt like to be a riding crop and began gently slapping her tits. Taja was undone; she felt every sting as pleasure.

Without notice, he stopped, causing Taja's mind to spin out of control with questions. "What is he thinking, what is he planning, what was he doing?" As soon as he stopped the assault on her breasts, she was reminded of the pain in her arms, still suspended from the ceiling. Within seconds, the cable that held her arms in the air was released enough to let her arms fall completely. He massaged them for a few minutes, taking the opportunity to massage and lick her breasts as well. This time, without the gag, it was impossible for Taja to hide the fact that she was aroused; her moans were audible and guttural. Her arms were burning and sore and his massage felt delicious.

He pushed her to her knees and circled her like a lion stalking its prey. Still unable to see anything, there was no mistaking the sounds of his zipper being lowered. Taja waited, anxious to be thrown into the next phase of arousal and stimulation. She couldn't deny to herself that she was experiencing pleasure in ways that she had never imagined possible. The restraint, the pain, the fact that it was a total stranger controlling her fate . . . all turned Taja on and she was craving more sensation. When it was all over, when she would tell the tale later, she would deny her arousal, now; she was going to bathe in the nasty and sensual feelings that had been awakened in her.

She felt the tip of his dick against her lips. He held it there, neither one of them making a move to initiate any action. Ever so detectably, he began rubbing it on her lips. The salty, semi-sweet precum that had formed on the head of his dick painted her lips and her first instinct was to lick the fluid away but she remained like a statue, not wanting to scare her captor or cause him to get antsy. He began to stroke his hard dick and she could hear him moaning. He put his thumb in her mouth and continued stroking his dick. Taja was confused. He could easily have shoved his dick in her mouth and there wasn't much she could do about it. She swallowed the saliva that had collected in her mouth and realized that it simulated a sucking action. He groaned loudly.

He took his thumb out of her mouth and he grabbed a hand full of her hair. Taja let out a yelp and he pulled her hair even tighter in his grip. His breathing was getting more labored and he had now begun to push the head of his dick between her lips. For the first time, Taja wanted to please her home invader. She wanted him to be pleased with her oral skills, to consider her sexy and to want her. Being objectified was her drug of choice and she was high and addicted to the sensation.

The man with his dick in her mouth wasn't interested in her thoughts and reflections, he was going to fuck her mouth and she wasn't going to have much say in the matter. He pushed his dick in to her mouth and he stood perfectly still. Taja imagined that he was equally as afraid of losing an appendage as she was afraid of what he might do if she accidentally bit him. Taja wanted to control the action, she wanted to give him a blowjob the way she wanted to do it but that was not to be. He knew what he wanted and he communicated it to her without saying a word. He controlled the pace; he controlled the action. When he wanted her to lick, he pulled her head back, when he wanted her to suck, he shoved his dick in her mouth to the base. He grabbed the back of her head and used her mouth for his pleasure. She could feel every vein, every ridge against her tongue as he face-fucked her. She gagged and choked as he forced the head of his erection down her throat and it seemed to turn them both on.

Taja was enjoying the rough treatment. She was aroused by the way this man was using her and she was stimulated by the fact that he didn't really let her control the action. She got into the blowjob and started trying to give him pleasure like she'd never done to anyone in the past. It was important for her self-esteem to think of herself as an object of desire and she got into sucking and licking like never before. It was the sloppiest, wettest, loudest blowjob she had ever given and even found herself moaning and enjoying it. It was as if she didn't have to pretend to be reserved anymore, like she had been conditioned to be; she could be a wanton, sexual slut, and that thought sent chills up her normally judgmental and conservative spine. She rationalized that he was forcing her to behave in this whorish manner and she let go of whatever beliefs that told her she was being a bad girl, she wanted to be naughty and, dare she admit it, submissive.

She felt the head of his dick pounding her throat and she didn't tense up, she went with the sensation. He got thicker and harder in her mouth as he fucked her mouth more. Taja's hands were rubbing her pussy through her pants and her attacker was making noises like a wounded animal. He grabbed her by the throat and restricted her air. The rougher he treated her, the more moisture soaked her panties. She was being held captive by a man she didn't know and she was more trusting of him than she had been with all of her previous lovers.

"Shit," he cried out, the first word he had uttered all night, and he backed away. Taja was dazed and caught off guard. In the frenzy of her arousal, she had almost forgotten that he was a real individual. Why had he stopped? Had she done something wrong? She hated herself for wanting him not to stop. Had he shot his load on and not wanted to do it in her mouth? Visions of his dick, shooting cum on the floor as he stood over her, stroking it, enraged her. "Damn you, you son of a bitch. Let me go, RIGHT NOW! You'll be sorry for this." She really wanted to beg for his cum in her mouth but she knew not to say another word. She was on fire and it was impossible to deny at that point. She began to plead with him again to let her go but in the back of her mind she wanted to experience just a little bit more erotic torture.

He pulled her to her feet and removed her pants. With painstaking slowness, he pulled them down over her full hips and tossed them to the side. Taja stood motionless, afraid to move, not sure of the reasons why. Her attacker led her to the bed and secured the handcuffs to the headboard. She was laying face down and he made her get on her knees. Taja was embarrassed to be so exposed, so vulnerable yet so aroused. Again, he left her there for a few minutes in silence and in darkness.


A Twist of Fate



The closed heavy draperies helped blanket the room in darkness. Outside the wind howled with its wolf-like voice. Just that sound made the house seem colder than it really was.

"Put your head down and rest," he whispered. "You know you want to. Things will be better in the morning, I promise. Everything always looks different in the light of day."

He hated lying to her, but if it could give her at least a little peace in this blackest hour, it was worth it. Things would not be better in the morning. What had happened here could not be undone. As he looked at the blood covering her, he knew that her life was coming to an end.

* * *

Was her fate pre-determined or would she be able to change it? Would her fate be determined by the turn of a card...?

* * *

Four months earlier, Sophie Huffman and her father Floyd were traveling to Las Vegas for her 18th birthday. It should have been a time for celebration but it brought only misery to her father and her. For the past ten years they had been on the lamb from loan sharks, unpaid bills and exorbitant amounts of gambling debts.

It was not an unusual occurrence for Sophie. Her mother died when she was eight years old, and since then her father started running up gambling debts and trying to outrun loan sharks from almost every state in the country. For the past ten years, Sophie had to learn as she went along in life, as she never got the chance to finish school. They lived out of the back of Floyd's old beat-up Chevy and Motel 6's. She was an absolute genius with numbers, but never had the chance to do anything with her genius. She worked out a year or so ago that if her father bet big enough in Las Vegas on a sure table he would be able to wipe his slate clean and let her finish school. Not that she would see a cent of the money. He had come to the same conclusion that the only way to clear his gambling debts was through more gambling, but if he won he would likely just pay off his creditors then "invest" the rest in more casinos until he was right back where he started.

As they drove along the highway at extraordinary speeds they left behind all traces of their former lives and identities. They were now using the aliases of Wesley and Megan Smith. This was his one and only chance to finally clear all his debts that followed them everywhere they went.

They drove all night as they kept one step ahead of everyone he owed money to. They took turns driving; as one slept the other drove. It had been this way since Sophie had turned fourteen and her father taught her to drive. The sun rose over the desert, blinding Sophie's tired eyes through the rearview mirror; in the distance she could just make out the Vegas skyline amongst the dust and haze. The raven-haired girl with big brown eyes reached over to her father and tapped him on the shoulder it to wake him up.

"Dad...DAD! We're here! I can see Vegas," she shouted to wake him up.

"Mmm...What?" He jumped up.

"Okay... wake me when we get to the hotel..." he yawned as he lay back down.

Sophie put her foot down on the gas pedal as they sped towards Las Vegas. She could not wait to get a long hot shower and a solid eight hours of sleep.

They passed a police car on the way into Vegas that clocked the speed of their car at 104 mph, but let them pass without pursuit. She pulled up to the casino's entrance and put the car in park. The valet came over and handed her a ticket. The bellboy took the bags out the car as Sophie woke her father and dragged him out the car.

"We're here, GET OUT!" she told him sternly.

They walked together into the hotel towards the reception desk to check in under the alias, with their newly acquired identification and credit cards.

"Please sign here, Mr. Smith..." the girl at reception said with a smile as she pointed at the slip of paper.

"Why? I have never had to do this before," Floyd protested.

"Procedure. It's for security sir," she said as she handed the key to the bellboy.

"Tom, our bellboy, will escort you to your room, sir. And if you need anything just dial 0 on the telephone. There will be someone here 24 hours a day. Enjoy your stay, sir," she said.

Their suite was on the 27th floor, so the bellboy took the key from the receptionist and led them to the elevator. There was a long awkward silence in the elevator journey as no one looked at each other and no one said a word.

The bellboy opened the door for them and placed the bags inside. As he stood waiting for a tip he watched Sophie, his eyes following every move she made.

"Get a good enough look, pal?" Floyd asked him angrily.

"Err... I'm sorry sir. I'll be going now," he announced as he turned on his heels, scurrying for the door.

Floyd and Sophie spent that day and the next planning how he was going to find the 'hot table' on his own. Sophie would have to trust him not to give into his gambling urges. They decided he would case the casino floor the night before; he would watch all the tables but not bet a single cent. It was his test before the big night.

* * *

He was dressed in tourist clothing to blend in as he cased the floor, eying tables, security, and floor walkers. It went off without a hitch as he found two 'hot tables'; those tables were on fire that night, all night. He went back up to the suite to discuss strategy for big night with Sophie.

"Well..." Sophie asked bluntly as he walked through the door.

"There were two tables tonight, both equally matched. Both watched like a hawk, that's the sign. The tables that are being watched constantly are the tables to go for," he chanted off as he went into the kitchen for a beer.

"And...?" she piped up.

"And what?" He popped his head around the corner.

"Did you bet? Did you get the urge!" Sophie asked angrily.

"...yes, but I didn't act on it! God you'd think I was the child and you were the parent," he informed her sharply as he chugged down a beer.

"You shouldn't be drinking for tomorrow, you need a clear head to get it right," she sighed, as she knew she was talking to a brick wall.

She headed to her room, as she was not going to get into an argument with him over it. She turned on the television as she lay down on the bed. Her head hit the pillow and she was out like a light. This was the moment she had longed for all week, a comfortable undisturbed night's sleep.

* * *

Sophie was awakened suddenly at 5am by her father's loud singing. He was wasted; he had spent all night drinking and was now going to fuck up her chance of a normal life. She covered her head with her pillow as she tried to get back to sleep, but it didn't help, so she pulled the mattress into the bathroom and went back to sleep on the bathroom floor.

She woke up around midday to absolute silence. Sophie knew that silence was never good and never hassle free.

"Dad...DAD..." she called out from the bedroom.

Nothing, complete and utter silence.

She crept out of the bedroom on her tip toes; she looked to the left then the right, nothing. She checked the whole suite; he was nowhere to be found. The balcony doors were splayed open with the curtains billowing into the wind. Sophie's nipples became instantly hard with the cold wind blowing through the door, she walked toward the doors, shivering in her tiny pink shorts and gray tank top. Her hand pulled the curtains open to reveal her father passed out on the balcony. She closed the doors and curtains as she ordered lunch from room service.

"Happy Birthday, Sophie. 18 years old and it's turned out like all the rest, unnoticed," she said to herself as she sat waiting on the food.

There was a knock at the door 20 minutes later. Tom the bellboy delivered a cart that was overflowing with more than enough food for four people.

Sophie opened the door in her shorts and tank top, showcasing her voluptuous toned body that no teenager should have. Her nipples, still hard, strained against the material of her tank top.

"Hey, bring it on in." She shot a smile at him.

"Emm...Okay." He put his head down as he tried not to look at her.

"Are you okay?" she asked as she tried to get his attention.

"I'm fine, Ma'am." He looked her up and down, licking his lips unconsciously as he noticed her nipples.

"Ma'am? I'm 18, not 80! Come with me," she giggled as she walked toward the master bedroom.

He followed her like a lost puppy.

Sophie stood in front of the king-size bed with her hands on the hem of the tank top. She pulled it up toward her full perky teen tits as she revealed her tanned, toned stomach to him. She smiled and beckoned him with her index finger.

"I really shouldn't be here," he stammered as he walked toward the bed.

"Then why are you standing in front of me, Tom?" she smiled.

"Because I've wanted to do this since the moment I saw you," he whispered as he grabbed her head and kissed her with a raw fiery passion.

His hands roamed down her shoulder to the hem of her tank top. Slowly he slid it up her torso over her perfect C cup breasts, pushing up the top to expose them to his eyes. Breaking their kiss, he pushed her arms above her head and removed her top completely, then threw it across the room.

Sophie started to undress the bellboy as he kissed down her neck and onto her chest, his tongue tracing the path from where his lips had previously been. As she slid his shirt off his shoulders and onto the floor, he reached her hard and sensitive nipples. He kissed them both gently, followed by sucking on them, then he gently grazed his teeth over each one. Sophie gasped and shuddered as he did so. She gripped onto the back of his head and pushed him into her bosom.

Her hands slid down his back to his trousers. She furiously unbuckled them letting them fall to the floor with a thud. He continued down her abdomen to her navel, and his hands grasped her firm bubble butt before hooking his fingers under the waistband of her shorts, removing them in one swift movement. He kissed down her left thigh and back up the right before he threw her onto the bed.

Tom knelt between her knees and looking up at her with a smirk, he pulled her toward the edge of the bed, placing both legs on his shoulders as he kissed the inside of her thighs toward her dewy slit. He slid his hands around her thighs, pulling her lips back as his tongue licked from the base of her slit to her rosebud clit. He continued like this for a few more strokes before concentrating on her clit. Sophie was gasping and gripping onto the bed as his tongue revolved over her clit at speed, making her blood boil, her pulse race, and her desire for his cock to go off the Richter scale.

As he used his finger to massage her asshole and flicked his tongue over and around her clit, her breath grew faster and more ragged. She was about to come when suddenly he stopped. He let go of her altogether, and her legs fell onto the bed suddenly. Sophie opened her eyes as she looked up from the bed in horror. Her father held the bellboy in a headlock. He dragged him to the door, and threw him out into the hallway naked.

"What the fuck, Sophie! You fuckin' little slut!" he spat at her as she covered herself with the sheet from the bed.

"Why be so modest now?" he demanded. "You weren't five minutes ago with that complete stranger!" He drew his hand back and struck her across the face.

She let out a squeal as Floyd grabbed a fist full of her long dark brown hair at the nape of her neck. Dragging her to her bedroom, he threw her against the back wall before slapping her again. She lay on the floor curled in a ball sobbing into the floor as she clasped her face in her hands.

He stormed out of the room, closing the door and blocking it with a chair from the dining room. Sophie would not be going anywhere anytime soon and he knew it.

* * *

Floyd decided it was time to play cards. He changed into his tuxedo and headed down to the casino floor with the duffel bag full of money. He went over to the cashiers' desk and handed the bag over in exchange for 50k in casino chips.

"Please sign here sir... protocol," the young girl behind the glass said.

"Fine!" he said, exasperated.

"Have a good night sir, and good luck," she smiled falsely to him. Floyd smiled falsely back at her and walked away with the chips towards tonight's "hot table."

It wasn't so hot tonight. He had expected to lose a little at first before hitting a winning streak, but less than an hour later he counted his chips and realized that he was down to his last $1,000.00.

Common sense told him to cut his losses, but Floyd had never let common sense get in the way of his gambling. He was about to bet the rest when he saw someone important-looking approaching.

"Good evening Mr. Smith, or is Huffman?" the man asked. "My name is Michael and I manage this casino. I'm confused as to why you are registered as Wesley Smith but signed F. Huffman. I think we need to talk. NOW!" The manager sat down next to him at the table and continued.

"You see, Floyd, we know all about you and your pretty little daughter Sophie. And all the debt you have. Did you really think you could just run up all the debt and no one in Nevada would know about it? Come on, you're not that stupid, now are you Floyd?" he said sarcastically.

"I have a proposition for you. If you win, I'll keep your secret, pay off your debts, and give you money for Sophie's future. IF you can beat me at MY game. If you lose, I get Sophie and you get your 50 grand back. Deal?"

Floyd couldn't really see a down side to the proposition. Even if he lost, he would come out $49,000 ahead. And all he would lose would be that bitch of a daughter of his.

"What's the game?" Floyd asked, a little suspicious. It sounded almost too good to be true.

"One game. Highest card wins. That's it, simple," Michael smirked.

"Deal," he answered bluntly.

"Dealer, cut a new deck. Deal the top two cards out," the manager ordered.

The dealer opened a new pack, shuffled them, and slid two cards onto the table, one to Michael, one to Floyd.

"Turn them over, gentlemen," the dealer said impatiently.

Floyd turned over a ten of spades and waited with bated breath to see Michael's card. Michael turned over a king of hearts.

"Well my friend, it's a pleasure doing business with you. Where is Sophie?" he asked abruptly.

"Where's my money?! Money first then you can get her," Floyd demanded.

Michael snapped his fingers and a security man appeared beside him with the duffel bag.

"Please escort Mr. Huffman off the premises. And make sure he never returns!" he ordered. "Now where is Sophie!"

"She's in the suite, locked in the room," he said with a shrug, opening the duffel bag to make sure it really was full of his money.

"Do not return to Las Vegas Mr. Huffman or it will be the last thing you do," Michael informed him, then turned to another security guard. "Go get my prize and bring her to my office," he ordered, handing him the master keycard.

* * *

As Michael sat patiently waiting for his henchman to bring his spoils to him, he thought of different ways he could use her. He decided to wait and see what her attitude toward him would be as to what he would sentence her to.

He could hear Sophie yelling and objecting to being brought down to the mangers office, not surprising as she had no clue what had happened. They burst through the door, and the henchman, known only as Ice, threw her in to the chair as he wiped the blood from his face.

"She's a fighter," he spat as he walked outside, closing the door behind him.

"Where is my father?! Why am I here? I haven't done anything wrong!" she shouted at Michael.

"Well my darling Sophie... Your father is on his way out of Nevada, and you are here because he bet you in a card game and now you belong to me," he cackled.

The color drained from Sophie's face as she sunk into the chair across the desk from him in utter shock. She sat blinking but not moving or breathing. She was completely dumbstruck.

"He bet me?" she whispered as she frowned.

"Yes, and now you are my property to do with as I see fit. And I know exactly what to do with you, missy!" he laughed.

* * *

The Diamond Cavern was a popular bordello and escort agency that the casino owned at the end of the strip. Michael was no stranger to the place, as he had a stake in what went on there, so he visited it often. The frequency of his visits increased over the next three months; he had new girl in training there, a young and innocent beauty with dark hair and brown eyes, sure to be a big hit with the clients as soon as her training was finished.

He claimed he just wanted to protect his investment, but he had another motive for visiting the Diamond Cavern as well. He had made a mistake in not taking her right there in his office the day her father gambled her away, and he planned to rectify it.

With her training period soon coming to an end, he was getting impatient. One day, he walked in the front door of the bordello and called up the stairs to "Mama," the name that everyone called Phoenix, the Madam of the bordello.

"I'll be one minute Michael; wait in my office," she hollered.

Phoenix was in Sophie's room, currently occupied pinning the girl's hair.

"You look beautiful, Baby girl." Phoenix said, stroking Sophie's cheek as she looked at her in the mirror.

She could clearly see why Michael had given her the working name of Bambi; the girl had big brown doe eyes, a reminder of her innocence.

"Stand up and give me a twirl..." said Phoenix, holding back tears.

Phoenix knew Sophie was too smart to be working as an escort, she should be back in school learning how to become the boss not a bottom rung whore. She had tried everything to get Michael to change his mind about her, but nothing would stir him from that path for her. He had ulterior motives, and Phoenix knew it.

"You look like a million dollars, Sophie." A tear dropped from Phoenix's eye.

"You know you're like a mother to me, don't you?" Sophie asked.

"Uh huh, Sugar." Phoenix hugged her.

Phoenix knew all about Sophie's turbulent upbringing, and she felt nothing but pity for the girl. Some of the other escorts under Phoenix's care had similar hard-luck stories, but Sophie's was particularly sad. Over the past three months, Phoenix had taken special care of her as "Bambi" was trained and prepared for her new life.

"Stay here, Sugar, and stay out of his sight, okay?" Phoenix instructed Sophie as she rubbed her shoulder.

Phoenix walked out to her office where Michael was sitting, drumming his fingers on the desk waiting on her.

"What can I do for you today, Michael?" she smiled.

"You know what I want! I want Bambi, I want to break her in. I want to be her first client. Make it happen," he demanded.

"You should know better than anyone, Michael, I do not take demands, not even from you. We made a deal. When you turned her over to me, we agreed that what you get out of her is a percentage of the cash she brings in. You want more, you have to to go through the same process as everyone else. If you want to be her first client, then place your bid and wait," Phoenix smiled.

Michael slammed his fists on the desk.

"You can't protect her forever, and I WILL HAVE HER!" He stormed out of the office, knocking over another girl in his haste.

Phoenix had her own plan for Sophie, and she was just waiting on a certain person coming into The Cavern. She hoped it wouldn't be too long until he arrived, for everyone's sake.

* * *

The auction was rigged, of course; just an excuse to allow Phoenix to tell Michael to go to hell when he came around demanding to be Sophie's first client. But Phoenix had no intention of selling Sophie's first time to the highest bidder. She had a john in mind for the girl, so she was in frequent secret communication with a particular mystery bidder, revealing to him the competitors' bids to give him a chance to out-bid them. He had money, and was willing to spend it on something special. When the bidding ended, he was, of course, the winner.




A Twist of Fate



He turned up late one night dressed all in black from his Stetson down to his leather boots. He walked in the door with an eerie presence about him.

"I'm lookin' for Mamma Phoenix," he said to the girl at the door.

"Follow me, sir," she chirped.

He followed her along a dark hallway, then up a tight metal spiral staircase.

"Please wait in here. Who will I say is here to see her?" she smiled.

"Tell her it's the dark cowboy. She'll know who it is." He walked into the waiting room.

Phoenix hurried along the hallway and tried to compose herself outside the door to the waiting room before entering. She opened the door to see the dark stranger standing in the shadows of the room.

"Buck, you bastard! How you doin'? Not seen you in an age! How's life treatin' you?" she smiled as she walked in and hugged him.

"Ah, well, you know me, never one to complain, but since you asked... You know what I'm here for. You promised me something fresh. Nothing that's been around the block with half of Nevada. Something new, a fresh piece of meat," he smiled.

"You won't be disappointed, my old friend," Phoenix sighed. "Let me go get my baby girl. Just..."

"Just what?"

The expression on Phoenix's face grew serious. "We go way back, Buck," she said. "I wanted you to to be her first client because, well, you've always been good to the girls. Just promise me you'll be gentle with this one. I want her to have a good experience the first time, and I know you can give it to her."

Buck smiled. "Well now, how can I refuse when you ask me so nicely? Of course I'll be gentle."

Bambi was brought to the waiting room for approval.

"Well what do you think of her?" Phoenix asked.

Buck was stunned as he looked over the young beauty who stood before him. He had expected a young and innocent girl; Phoenix always delivered what she promised. But this girl was beautiful far beyond his expectations. He couldn't even speak, but simply nodded in approval.

Phoenix had her led away to be dressed and prepared for work. A few minutes later, Buck entered the luxury suite and nearly melted at the sight of Sophie sitting on the bed dressed in a black and red corset with suspender and stockings, waiting for him. She smiled at him as he entered the room.

"I'm Buck and I'm here to fuck," he told her. It was his favorite catchphrase, as more than one girl in the Diamond Cavern knew.

Her smile fell away, and for just a moment he saw on her face all the pain she felt inside. He knew immediately that she was not here in the brothel by choice, and wanted desperately to get out.

His heart went out to her, and now he felt a little guilty about what he was about to do. But if not him, someone else would take his place. Her first client might even be... He fought down a wave of disgust at that thought. Not him. Buck would be her first client, and he would make tonight special for her. He sat down next to her and placed a hand on her knee. Instead of moving directly to the action, however, he wrapped his other arm around her shoulder in a comforting gesture. He said nothing, just holding her, giving her the kind of affection she clearly needed. Sophie's reaction was just what he had hoped. He could feel the tenseness leave her body as she relaxed. She looked into his deep blue eyes for a moment, then she took the initiative by kissing him deeply. He stopped her and broke the kiss.

"What is your name, sweetness?" he enquired.

"Bambi..." She looked down.

"No, your name, not your house name," he smiled, lifting her chin up with his fingers as he gazed into her chocolate eyes.

"Erm... Sophie, my name is Sophie," she smiled.

He leaned down and started to kiss her slowly and gently, working down her neck as he started to untie her tightly bound corset. She giggled, as he kissed her neck so softly that it tickled her. He pulled away from her, looking at her soft features as her giggles fell away to a smile, then embarrassment. She covered her face with her hands as he stared at her with a look in his piercing blue eyes.

"Don't hide... not from me," he smiled as he pulled her hands from her face.

"I'm sorry... I... I didn't mean to laugh. I'm sorry..." she stuttered as she looked at the floor, her raven colored hair falling over her face.

He pulled her hair away from her face and lifted her chin with his index finger to kiss her.

"You are too innocent for this work. I should know; I come here often enough," he told her as he pecked her on the cheek.

Sophie smiled. The dark cowboy had been a little intimidating when she first met him, but his gentle demeanor was giving her more confidence. Something about him told her that he wasn't just another client hoping for a quick screw; he actually cared about her feelings.

As she stared at him, her eyes became alive, shining like molten chocolate. Then she did something that surprised her as much as it surprised him. She pounced onto Buck, pushing him back onto the silk covered bed. His Stetson flew onto the floor as she straddled him and kissed him hard. He slid his hands up her smooth supple thighs to her round juicy ass; grabbing firmly then slapping her left cheek, making her squeal and jump, breaking their kiss. He chuckled as he threw her onto the bed; she squealed again as he lay on top of her and unhooked the rest of the corset to reveal her luscious perky breasts with rose colored nipples, that he devoured immediately. As he swirled his tongue around her nipples and teased her with a flick of his tongue, she sighed heavily, knowing he was only just beginning.

He looked up into her brown eyes, watching her squirm under him. He stood up and unbuckled his jeans pushing them to the floor as he kicked off his boots. Sophie sat up and licked her lips as she looked at his semi-hard 7-inch cock dangling in front of her. She moved to the edge of the bed, reached over to his hips, and pulled him forward until he stood between her spread legs. Taking his cock in her right hand she pushed back the skin before licking from the base of his thick cock to the tip, teasing him as she swirled her tongue around his bulbous head. She looked up at him before opening her mouth wide, sliding halfway down the shaft and back up as she continued to swirl her tongue all over it. He grabbed a handful of her hair at the back of her head as she continued to suck his cock, and pushed her more and more onto it until he hit her throat. She shoved him away, gasping for air with a sparkling string of saliva mixed with pre-cum stretched from his cock to her lips before breaking.

He bent down and kissed her hard. Pushing her back onto the bed, his hands traced up her arms and pinned them above her head with one of his hands as the other ripped the panties from her crotch and lined up his cock between her puffy dewy lips.

"You work fast, Cowboy," Sophie proclaimed.

Buck smiled as he kissed and nibbled on her neck and dove into her velvety warmness. Sophie gasped as he entered her. He started slow but soon picked up speed as their bodies collided in their passionate embrace. Buck rolled over, pulling Sophie on top of him to ride him. His hands slid up her legs to her ass helping her to fuck him hard. She bounced up and down on his rock hard member, her breasts slapping rhythmically against her until he pulled her down onto his chest, kissing her as he took over and pounded the hell out of her tight teen pussy. It was not long until they both approached climax; Sophie moaned and squealed as Buck started to buck.

Thrusting into her fully he came, spurting rope after rope into her very fertile womb. A few seconds later Sophie's body completely tensed up as she rode out her orgasm until her body went completely limp on top of him.

They lay together like that for half an hour, until Phoenix knocked the door to find out how everything was going with 'Bambi's' first time. Sophie got off of Buck and went over to the door to speak with Phoenix.

"Get yourself cleaned up, Sophie," said Phoenix, gesturing to the mess between Sophie's legs.

Sophie's face turned bright red as she realized what Phoenix meant. She closed the door and ran to the bathroom, completely ignoring Buck on her way past.

He sat up in bed, looking toward the bathroom door and trying to understand what had just happened. He got up and wandered gently over to the bathroom, opened the door quietly and crept in.

His warm hand slinked around her waist and across her stomach like a snake constricting, as he pulled her back close against his front. Sophie tilted her head back against his shoulder, kissing his neck and smelling the mix of sweat, aftershave and sex on him.

Eventually they ended up in the shower together with the water cascading over their naked bodies as they were entwined in a passionate kiss. Buck turned her around, running his hands down her arms until he reached her wrists. lifting them up above her head, he placed them on the wall, then he slid his hands back down her arms till he reached her breasts. He gently massaged them as he pushed her legs apart with his feet, then he slid his stiff cock between her legs, rubbing it against her lips and just barely touching her clit, teasing her again.

He removed one hand from her breasts to reposition the shower head to rain over both their bodies, as he planned to take her for the second time in an hour, this time from behind. He left one hand on her breasts while the other trailed down her stomach to her clit, where he started to rub her with tenderness. He knew just how to get her wet quickly, as they were on a tight time scale. His cock still between her legs, he felt she was wet enough and placed one hand on her stomach and the other on his cock, guiding it into her dripping wet slit.

Sophie's hands pushed hard against the wall as he slid all the way in. She felt every thrust with more and more intensity as he built up speed, and his grip against her stomach got tighter with every second that passed. She started to climax as he continued to thrust. As she started to cum he came at the exact same time, before collapsing against her and pushing her against the cold slate tiles on the bathroom wall.

They cleaned themselves up before getting dressed and heading to Phoenix's office. He asked to speak with Phoenix alone first.

"Phoenix, I want to see her regularly. I'll pay whatever you ask as long as you promise me that He will never have her. Ever," Buck told her.

"I normally don't make such deals, Buck, but for Sophie's sake I will make that deal with you," she nodded.

* * *

He paid Phoenix for Sophie's services that day and for another three visits in advance. The girl intrigued him. He just couldn't get enough of her. It wasn't all about her pretty face or beautiful body; sometimes they spent half their time together just talking. At first reluctant to open up about her past, she gradually warmed up to him and eventually told him her life story of how she got to be in the brothel. Like Phoenix, he felt pity for her, but he started having other feelings for her as well. At first he hesitated to call those feelings by their proper name. He had been in love before, but usually he was more interested in just having a good time than committing to a serious relationship. But now, each time he visited her his feelings for her grew. He couldn't stand the thought of her with another man, which surprised him. Buck had never been the jealous type with any of the other girls in the bordello, but with Sophie it was different.

One day, only a month after he had first met her, he decided that he could not go on like that. Their arrangement was only temporary, and could end at any time. That thought frightened him, and he knew he had to do something about it.

That very day, he went to the casino to speak with Michael. He was met by one of Michael's henchmen, who told him to take a seat. Buck sat down and waited. Thirty minutes passed before anyone came out of the office, but that didn't surprise him. No doubt Michael already suspected what Buck wanted, and preferred not to have that conversation. Buck was more patient than Michael, however, and eventually another henchman ushered Buck into the office, where Michael sat behind his desk.

"Well... Buck, what can I do for you? I can't say it's a pleasure to see you," Michael smiled.

"Feeling's mutual, buddy. I want you to release Sophie." Buck stared at him.

"Not going to happen! She is my property," he spat at Buck.

"Name your price, Michael," Buck said with a straight face.

"Not for sale."

"I said name your price, Michael! Anything you want!" Buck shouted, losing his composure.

"Anything?" Michael questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"Anything... brother," he said.

"Well... my dear brother, I want your half of this casino. I want the whole casino." he smiled.

"Deal, but you have to clear her debts fully and release her, no strings," Buck told him.

"Deal, no strings. Sign this. I've had it for a while now, in case I ever came across the proper leverage on you." Michael threw a contract at him. "Looks like I just did."

"Hmm... Okay. Now you sign this." Buck looked over the contract as he gave Michael another contract releasing Sophie completely.

The two brothers exchanged signatures, then handed the contracts to the two witnesses who had watched them and now signed to say they witnessed the transaction. Michael was now the full owner of the casino and Buck had gotten Sophie's release, a small price to pay for her happiness, he thought.

Buck drove over to the brothel in his pick-up truck as fast as it would go to tell Phoenix the news; he parked up outside and ran up to her office, banging on the door until she answered.

"Where's the fucking fire?" she screamed as she opened the door. "What the fuck, Buck?!" she asked as he pushed past her.

"Read this!" He opened the contract and handed it to her.

"How the fuck did you get him to agree to letting her go?!" she asked, astonished.

"I gave up my half of the casino, Phoenix. She's worth it to me," he told her like a love-sick teenager.

"Let me go get Sophie! You'll want to tell her, yes?" she smiled.

He nodded as she phoned downstairs for Sophie to come up to her office. Buck paced back and forth as they waited; it seemed to be the longest five minutes of his life. There was a knock at the door before Phoenix yelled "come in." Sophie entered, wearing a white baby-doll, her raven hair in curls cascading over her shoulders down her back. She smiled as soon as she saw Buck, then walked over to him and hugged him tightly before continuing over to Phoenix.

"It's not me who wants to talk to you, baby," Phoenix smiled and nodded in Buck's direction.

Sophie turned and looked at Buck, who had a huge grin from cheek to cheek, which wasn't irregular.

"You want to talk to me?" Sophie asked him, worried.

"Sit down, Soph. I've got something important to tell you." He bit his lip as she sat in front of him on the leather chesterfield sofa.

"This is for you..." He handed her the contract.

"I secured your release from here, from the casino, from Michael. You are completely free. No debt, nothing," he smiled.

"I..." She could not speak, with the shock as she read the contract. "H...how?" she stammered.

"I had to give him something that he wanted. That's all you need to know Sophie; I don't want you feeling you owe me for it. I did it to give you back your life. I want you to be happy." Buck smiled with a tear in his eye.

"Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!" Sophie jumped up wrapping herself around him; kissing him hard.

"I have something to ask you, though," Buck said nervously.

"What's that?" she looked at him, letting go of him and standing toe to toe with him.

"Will you marry me, Sophie?" he asked, getting down onto one knee.

"W... what? Really? Yes!!" she squealed.

* * *

They got married in The Little White Chapel that afternoon with all the other escorts and Phoenix there to wish them well, and to see one of their own getting something good out of life. Buck couldn't wait to take her away from Vegas and all its reminders of her unhappy life, so the two of them hopped into his pickup and drove out of town.

Buck and Sophie were giddy with happiness as they drove down the highway. Not even the storm clouds that were gathering on the horizon could spoil their happiness.

Buck pulled off the highway onto a dirt road that led to a little house tucked away at the base of a hill. Technically it belonged to the casino and therefore to Michael; it was one of half a dozen properties in the middle of the desert that Michael had managed to wrangle out of unfortunate customers of the casino who couldn't pay their debts. Both Michael and Buck had keys to all of them, but they rarely visited. Mostly the houses stood empty, accruing equity until Michael decided to sell them for profit. Since Buck's five-bedroom farmhouse was a two-day drive from Vegas, the newlyweds would need a place to spend the night. Michael probably wouldn't approve of their use of his property, but then, Michael didn't have to know.

The rain was beginning to fall as they left the truck and dashed for the front door. Buck opened it, and they stepped into their "honeymoon cottage."

That night as they lay in bed together as man and wife Sophie whispered in his ear the three little words no one had ever said to him before.

"I love you. You and no other," she whispered.

"And I you, until there is no breath left in me." he kissed her forehead.

They both slept a sound sleep that night that neither had ever had. The sound of rain falling on the rooftop did not bother them; cuddled up in each other's arms, they felt warm and peaceful. Not even the foulest weather could interrupt their bliss.

* * *

They rose late the next morning, too late to finish the trip to Buck's farmhouse, so they decided to stay one more night here. Besides, the rain clouds had developed into a thunderstorm, and Buck didn't like the idea of any extended driving through the wind and the rain.

They drove into a nearby small town to pick up some groceries, and ate breakfast in a little cafe. After the fast-moving city life of Las Vegas, it felt nice to just relax in a tiny little town that almost didn't warrant a spot on the map.

They made love again back in the house, slowly and unhurriedly. They had all day with no demands on their time.

That evening, Buck left her to relax as he drove back into town to gas up the pickup in preparation for their drive to his farmhouse the next day. The house had a working washer and dryer, so Sophie put their dirty clothes into the wash. They were just coming out of the dryer when the power suddenly went out. Sophie jumped, then laughed at herself. The storm might have knocked out the power, but she wouldn't let it get her down.

Just then, she heard a knock on the front door. Wondering who would be calling on them here, she opened the door. The smile fell from her face as she saw that it was her father.

"Hey, there's my baby girl," Floyd proclaimed as he tried to hug her.

"What do you want?" she shouted at him. "Run out of money? Need to trade me off again?!"

"Don't be like that Sophie! He had me cornered; what was I to do? They were gonna kill me!" He tried to make excuses.

"Well one thing you shouldn't have done was sell your FUCKING daughter! Do you know what he made me do?! Do you?" she screamed at him.

"I'm sorry Sophie, I really am... but I need money. Can you help your old man out?" he pleaded with her.

"And what happened to the money you got for me? Blow it all already? No dad, I'm not giving you one red cent! Fuck off!" She shut the door in his face.

She walked away from the door back into the utility room to finish folding the laundry when she heard a loud bang and then footsteps inside the house. She turned around and headed out of the utility room only to be met by her father and his .44 Magnum. She froze in her tracks, looking at her father.




A Twist of Fate



"You will give me money, or so help me god, I'll blow your brains out. And don't tempt me Sophie!" he threatened.

"I don't have any money! Buck deals with the money!" she blurted out.

"Oh, Buck deals with it? Well we'll just have to wait on Buck then, won't we? Move!" he ordered, pointing the gun into her back as he pushed her into the living room.

As they passed the busted front door, she peeked out and saw the pickup truck pulling up. Floyd, however, was obviously too busy shouting to notice anything that was not about him.

"You know you're an ungrateful little bitch. You know that, right? I've always done the best I could for you but you always wanted more. You are such a little brat. Must get that from your mother; she was the exact same. I was never good enough, I didn't work hard enough, I drank too much. That bitch was never happy, just like you. She thought she could just up and walk away from me with you, but I soon stopped her," he sniggered as he pushed her onto the sofa, waving the gun around.

"What do you mean 'but you soon stopped her'? I thought mom committed suicide?" Sophie asked.

"A fourteen-story swan dive will do that to anyone. She might have jumped, or someone may have pushed her," he grinned.

Buck was slowly creeping into the house as Floyd told Sophie how her mother really died.

"You killed her? You bastard!" she screamed, jumping up to attack him.

"Don't be so stupid, you little whore. I have the gun, remember," he told her as he pressed it against her chest at her heart.

"And tell lover boy to back away, or I'll shoot you. I saw him get out of the truck. You thought I didn't, but I did." he told Sophie.

"Please babe, just back up," she told Buck as a tear rolled down her cheek.

Floyd grabbed her and held her in front of him with the gun to her back aimed at her heart, and like that, he walked them back to the door.

"If you want to see her again, you'll get me money and get it NOW!" he demanded.

"Okay, just calm down Floyd. I'll get you the money. Just let Sophie go," Buck pleaded.

"I'm not that stupid, buddy, I know you've got money and lots of it. You're brothers with the casino owner, I mean, damn, you own half of it. You done well for yourself there, Kiddo." He chuckled and slapped Sophie's ass.

That gesture pushed her over the edge. She hated him. She always had. But until now she had also feared him, feared what he would do to her if she stood up to him. But that had always been a vague threat. Now she knew just how far he was willing to go. He might even be willing to kill her, his own daughter. But now that the threat took on a more solid form, he realized that she was no longer afraid.

Floyd was just a man. He had never been much of a father to her anyway; why should she fear or even respect him? He no longer had any authority over her, and the only power he had here in this room came from the gun in his hand. Take that away, and he would go back to what he had always been: a miserable excuse for a man who could not control even himself, much less someone else.

Rage overtook her, and without thinking, she turned to face him and grabbed the gun. She heard Buck yelling, but her focus was entirely on her father. She would take his power. He would never threaten her again. Sophie and Buck would be happy together, and Floyd would not come between them!

The air was ripped by the sound of an explosion. Sophie fell to the floor, staring at the blood that covered the front of her white dress. She looked up at her father, who wore a stunned expression. As she watched in shock, he let go of the smoking gun; letting it drop with a metallic thud off the wooden floor. His knees hit the ground, then he pitched forward and fell lifeless to the floor.

Sophie heard herself screaming. Buck rushed over to her and pulled her onto his lap, cradling her and rocking her back and forth until she calmed down. He held her there in the darkness for a long time.

The closed heavy draperies helped blanket the room in darkness. Outside the wind howled with its wolf-like voice. Just that sound made the house seem colder than it really was.

"Put your head down and rest,' he whispered. "You know you want to. Things will be better in the morning, I promise. Everything always looks different in the light of day."

He hated lying to her, but if it could give her at least a little peace in this blackest hour, it was worth it. Things would not be better in the morning. What had happened here could not be undone. As he looked at the blood covering her, he knew that her life was coming to an end.

But that was for the best, after all. Buck had paid off the debt, and Floyd's blood on her dress was witness to the fact that she had just sent him where he could never harm her again. With nothing left to tie her to her old life, Buck intended to give her a new one, far away from the abuses inflicted upon her, far away from the horror she must feel at having just killed her father.

That horror would not go away in the morning; it would take her a long time to forgive herself. But one day perhaps, when she finally realized how much Buck truly loved her, when she learned to believe her heart, she might trust him when he told her that none of this was her fault. He would not stop trying to convince her until she believed it.

He lifted the weeping girl into his arms and carried her outside to his truck to drive her away from this life and into a new one.



A Twist Of Fate



"C'mere my sexy, young, hot, nymph. You have exactly 3 minutes to wrap your perfect little mouth around this big, hard, piece of meat I have ready for you." 

Todd emphasized each word as he said it. It had been a tough day and he was going to use his slut to erase all traces.

Todd was sitting on the sofa with his oversized penis in his hand. It was standing at full attention.

Down the hall Chelsea was adjusting her black glitter covered corset while looking in the mirror. She applied a splash of glitter perfume to the centre of her ample cleavage. As much as she hated having been a mail order bride, her lust for submissive sex was real.

Her eyes were big and wide set. Bright blue and full of life. Chelsea's blond hair was long, wavy, thick and majestic. It offset her small frame giving her a wild minx appeal. She playfully stroked the softness of her bare pussy and smiled at her image in the mirror. Chelsea was shy and didn't say much, but she loved sex.

Chelsea toyed with the idea of whether to arrive in time or to stimulate her sure to be punishment. Her husband's tone sounded aggressive, so she decided to immediately take care of his needs, rather than to taunt his mood and possibly escalate the pain. Chelsea knew either way she would be punished and it thrilled her.

Strutting down the hallway in tall black heels and a bare pussy she kneeled in front of her man and took his big cock deep down her throat. Todd held the back of her head and pushed her forward enjoying the feel of her velvety mouth. He knew she could put out even more. His wife knew how to please. Chelsea felt her gag reflux attempt to kick in. With mind over matter she opened her throat and took Todd's big cock in really fucking deep.

Todd moaned his approval and started ramming Chelsea's mouth pulling her head forward each time he thrust between her pretty, red, lips.

"You're such a perfect little slut; I could just fuck you and your mouth all day long!"

Chelsea nodded her submission as streams of wet, hot, jizz coated the back of her throat and slid all the way down. 

As drops of her master's cum seeped out of her mouth she looked up at him for approval. Todd seemed to start to relax a bit and pulled her up to him putting his arm around her on the sofa. Chelsea nestled into Todd's strong arm, as he absentmindedly caressed her exposed round cheeks. Todd liked his bride to have her panties off for easy access when he wanted her. He stroked her pussy and kissed her full, wide, lips as he unloaded his day.

Chelsea listened attentively to Todd as he discussed the trials and tribulations of his hard day. As he relived his experiences and vented his frustrations she saw the relaxation of the blow job dissipate and his aggressive need for her return.

"You're going to look super hot for this Christmas party tonight, aren't you sweetheart? I want every single man in the office to crave you and envy me."

His hand slid between her crack as he said that. Todd's index finger reached for her clit. Chelsea immediately got into position. He liked her sitting on her spread knees showing off her sexy ass so he could finger her until she called out her orgasmic release. 

Chelsea looked amazing from Todd's stand point. Her sexy body rocked back and forth on two fingers showing off her sexy ass cheeks. The sight made Todd even hotter. He liked the way she took care of herself. Chelsea rocked Todd's finger assertively and moaned as waves of pleasure overtook her.

"C'mere you."

Todd kissed Chelsea passionately and ran his fingers up and down her gorgeous curves. 

"You know what I'd like to do to that bitch boss of mine?" he asked as his face clouded over.

"I'd like to fuck her ass and make her feel me really fucking deep."

Chelsea turned and spread her ass cheeks for her man. She knew his aggressive need meant she wouldn't get lube. She braced herself for his big cock. Being that she was only 5'1 and he was 6'6 meant her small little opening had a lot of hard cock to take in.

He pushed in slowly and steadily, feeding off of her moans and cries. 

Todd grabbed Chelsea's hair and slapped her ass hard while fucking her. 

Whack! Whack! Whack!

"Fuck my ass hard my King, don't stop," Chelsea urged.

"You fucking bitch, you fucking slut, take my cock, take every, single, inch."

With those words Todd thrust wildly into Chelsea's round alabaster cheeks. He slapped her harder and harder before remembering to let up. Todd remembered his sensual wife would have to be able to sit down at the party. He looked down at his cock that was impossibly deep in his slut wife's ass. Throughout it all his frustration with his boss kept returning to his mind.

He pounded steadily into his beautiful wife's hot sexy ass with a steady, unrelenting rhythm. Wetness filled her as he continued pumping his need. Then an aftershock shook him, sending more jizz between his wife's cheeks. Looking at how incredibly sexy his wife was, made Todd hard again. He kept fucking her and fucking her. Hard, deep and wild. Venting! Pounding! Releasing!

Ten minutes later Todd let every ounce of pent up frustration seep between Chelsea's cheeks into her sexy, tight, ass as he released his second load into his gorgeous wife.

"I love you Chelsea," he said sincerely.

"I love you too, Todd," Chelsea replied with a beautiful smile.

Her needs were simple and he provided for her. Life was good.

During the next hour the couple got ready in their separate bathrooms in their penthouse New York apartment. They had an entire floor with a magnificent, panoramic, view. He liked fucking her against the window. Every so often a lucky bystander got a tasty eyeful of her gorgeous big tits bouncing against the glass. They had fucked in every room in the apartment. He was insatiable.

The party was in full swing when they arrived. Todd looked around at his coworkers and observed their various states of inebriation. Many of his fellow executives already had their buzz on. He recognized three of the directors that had already fucked his slut wife, Chelsea. He appreciated the way she wanted to advance his career.

He knew he owned her. That she was his faithful wench. Todd nodded to them as they arrived. Chelsea instantly drew attention wearing a cream chiffon dress and matching heels that accented her mane of hair along with every luscious curve. All eyes were on her.

It seemed like the conversations around her were stilted, sometime awkward and other times inappropriate. As the night wore on and alcohol took its effect, loud and raunchy talk would replace those shy conversations.

Erin, Todd's bitch boss, made her entrance. She was a hard ass and tough as nails. You could see it in her demeanor. She donned short dark hair and an athletic build in well fitted conservative clothing. 

Erin made a speech about x-mas and its implications for her charity. Next in a jovial manner she asked the crowd who would like to volunteer to be Santa. She was obviously proud and needed a moment of recognition for supplying the gifts that would be passed out. It was actually her assistant that did all the work, but Erin liked to take credit where it wasn't due.

"Sure, Erin, I'll do it, and my wife will be my elf," Todd offered dangerously. 

Little did he know that offer would lead his wife to a jail cell in the local jail.

Chelsea looked at her husband. His need for erotic thrills was escalating. 

"Everything you need to set up is in the far room. Just signal us when you are ready," Erin said.

She was smiling and happy that her employee had decided to finally cooperate for a change. Chelsea turned a bright crimson. She knew he would want to take her there.

Upon first view of the room, Todd was impressed with the throne like chair. Chelsea started to arrange the wrapped presents around the podium when Todd sat on the throne and pulled her onto his lap pushing his leg into her pussy while pressing down on her shoulder. She started to rock; moaning softly.

Chelsea silently lifted her dress, slid over her panties, and rubbed her pussy back and forth on Todd's leg and knee while he guided her with a push and pull of her long blond mane. The x-mas music blared in the background. Her orgasm was swift and more intense than ever, likely because the possibility of getting caught was a constant threat.

"I'm very happy I found you my gorgeous slut wife. At first I didn't believe you were for real. Finding a woman who likes to be totally submissive and will fuck other men for me, has advanced me far in my career sugar, and turned me on beyond belief. You're so gorgeous; I can't help but fuck you, right fucking now." 

"Please do handsome," was Chelsea's eager reply.

Todd repositioned himself, unzipped, and dipped his sleek, hard, wand deep into her wet crevice moaning as he released inside of her.

A head popped around the corner.

"It smells like sex in this room, you two. You should be careful Todd. You look ravishing as usual Chelsea. It's nice to see you," Harv said admiringly.

He was one of the members of the board of directors that had given Todd his esteemed and well paying position.

Harv made his way over to Chelsea running his hands down her sheer dress and capturing her nipples between his finger tips. He squeezed hard watching her wince.

Todd cleared his throat getting turned on at the image. Later he would get a play by play from Chelsea but for now he knew it was best to excuse himself, which is exactly what he did.

Harv pinned Chelsea against the wall, lifted her leg, unzipped and entered her.

"You like to get fucked don't you, you hot little slut," Harv said pounding his cock into Chelsea's soaking wet pussy. 

Compared to Todd she could hardly feel him. She put on a smile and took his cock; letting him fuck her to completion.

Meanwhile in the other room three best friends sat together and surveyed the room.

"Hey, Silvie where did your husband go?" Joyce asked her friend.

"I thought I saw him slip into the back room where Santa is setting up. What is taking them so long anyways? It's not like they have to wrap the presents or anything," Angie said shaking her head.

A couple of weeks ago her own husband had worked late at the office. The next day when she was washing his laundry a distinct perfume smell attracted her attention. It had remained a mystery until tonight. Tonight, was when she discovered that Chelsea was wearing that exact, same perfume.

"That's funny; my husband has been spending more and more time with that couple lately. I wonder what the attraction is?" Joyce remarked baffled. 

"I'll go check it out," Angie said.

She didn't have to go in to the room to see. She was just at the right angle to witness Harv fucking Chelsea when Todd intercepted her and distracted her towards the other direction. Angie looked at Todd closely and instantly knew he was in on it. These would not be good findings to divulge to her best friends.

Angie pulled Silvie and Joyce aside and broke the news to them. All three girls were drop dead gorgeous and had married older men because they were rich and could provide for them. None of them were happy. They had been under the illusion that wealth guaranteed happiness, but they were sadly wrong. The men hardly gave their trophy wives the time of day, or adequate sex. It was always about them and their needs. The girls often got together and discussed their shared frustrations.

Silvie was surprised but not sad to hear the news. She realized that she wanted more out of life and this might be her ticket out.

"What should we do with this precious piece of information girls?" Angie asked her besties.

They discussed their options in between dances. None of them let on as they politely held their demeanor and considered their many options.

"Chelsea honey, you must come over and have coffee with us tomorrow," Joyce said to Chelsea on the way out.

By the next day they had a plan.

Chelsea chose something simple yet elegant for coffee with the girls. This was the first time she had been invited and she was excited about the prospect of making friends. "What do you think they want with me," she asked Todd.

"Oh, they just want to get to know you doll," is how the conversation went.

Once seated at the table the three women confronted Chelsea in a sane and businesslike manner. What they wanted from her, she could provide for them. Chelsea who was use to being submissive, agreed to go along with the plan to prevent her husband from being fired which the women told her would definitely happen.

The first time was the most difficult. Being submissive was one thing, but luring men in a deceptive way was way out of her area of comfort. Attracting strange men in the bar and coaxing them back to her room was the easy part. They gladly followed, astounded at their prowess in procuring such a beautiful woman.

The first conversation became the template to lure future men to their submissive stance.

"I'd like to be on top Roger," Chelsea said.

"Good baby, that way I can see your gorgeous tits bounce while I fuck you."

Chelsea pulled out the dark blind fold and wrist and leg binds she had bought the day before as instructed by the three wives of the men she had fucked.

"Hey wait a minute. I don't want to be tied up," said Roger.

"But baby it's what I like. It's what makes me crazy wild. But okay then, I'll just find someone who likes to be tied up." 

Chelsea went to lift her petite frame and freshly waxed pussy from the man below her.

"Hey wait up; maybe we can do it for just a little while. You'll be gentle with me won't you beautiful?"

"Sure darling, I'll take good care of you."

With those words Chelsea got off the bed and opened and closed the door to the bathroom. 

"Chelsea honey, what's going on, what are you doing?" Roger said.

Suddenly, he felt the bed shift and felt his cock surrounded by pussy. 

"Oh, that feels good baby. You're so wet. You got some lube right?"

A wild orgasmic rhythm was the response to his question. Roger was surprised that his dream girl felt slightly heavier and her pussy was tighter than he thought, but he didn't mind. His cock was getting exactly what it needed. They fucked wordlessly; orgasming together. The door opened and closed. Chelsea was standing beside him when the blindfold and cuffs came off. 

"Why did the hotel room door open Chelsea?" he asked. "Oh, I just put some perfume on in the bathroom".

It would become her typical reply.

They kissed and he was off. The ladies had demanded privacy when they fucked their boy toy. The one thing Chelsea definitely knew how to do was be submissive. 

Two nights later at a different hotel, the same scenario unveiled itself. This time the man noticed the tickle of public hair on his cock, as he entered and exited the warm wetness that soon saturated his cock. 

Later when questioned, Chelsea replied that she had a horse hair whip that she was maneuvering back and forth.

Dazed by awesome sex, the second man stumbled his way back to his hotel room for a long nap.

Silvie trimmed her pussy short. 

They continued like this for weeks. Chelsea would get eligible handsome men for Silvie, Joyce and Angie to fuck. She would lure them into the room, set them up, then the jilted wives would get a turn with them afterwards disappearing back down the fire escape stairs to the back alley.

Todd noticed Chelsea spending a lot of time with her new found friends, but didn't comment on it because he was happy for her.

Angie liked it rough and she liked to push the limits. A couple of times she had left the men tied up after she was finished with them. An embarrassed maid would find them laying there nude and whimpering, begging the housekeeper not to tell anyone. The men vowed their revenge. Chelsea would pay for humiliating them like that.

Her husband's infidelity was a good angle for Angie. It didn't take her long to formulate a plan. She didn't tell the other wives. 

One crisp, cool, morning Angie dressed discreetly and headed uptown to find herself a private investigator. What she found was Kevin. He was a part time P.I.. He didn't dress particularly well and no one would accuse him of being handsome, or a ladies man. Getting laid was his other full time job. He just never got many opportunities. 

What Angie didn't know, was that he also a part time paparazzi, when the opportunity presented itself. And with Angie the opportunity presented itself. Her full mane of red hair intrigued him. Her fragrance stirred him. Kevin was very pleased that this doll walked into his office. He wanted to get close to her. He was polite, professional and returned her business like manner in kind, but really he wanted more. He wanted to fuck her.

Soon Kevin was hired and told that he would get a phone call telling him when and where he could go to take the revealing photos. Kevin thought it was odd that Angie would know "when and where" but he played along. That night Kevin masturbated to thoughts of Angie's perfect curves mounted on top of his big cock. By the next morning Kevin was determined to fuck her and started following her to see what she was all about. He knew at the very least he would get some interesting poses to masturbate to. It wasn't hard, nor did it take long for Angie to make arrangements for her husband to get fucked by the beautiful and very well endowed Chelsea.

When her husband got the call he eagerly agreed to meet Chelsea in the hotel lobby. Kevin did exactly as told and soon had incriminating photos that would guarantee Angie a nice profit from their impending divorce. Angie tucked the photos away in a special safety deposit box that she had opened just for this occasion.

The thrill of fucking helpless men was intoxicating though. So the women kept up their charade until one day when it all blew apart.

Todd noticed Chelsea spending a lot of time with her new found friends, but didn't comment on it because he was happy for her. Kevin could smell a story and continued to follow Angie, even though his assignment was over. She was a wild woman and was up to something. The way she knew in detail where and when her husband would be meeting his mistress, was uncanny. He just knew there was more to it.

Kevin spent a boring week watching Angie run errands. Her clothing wasn't provocative in the least and he thought maybe he should find another focus. Then one day his efforts came to life. She had parked the car down the street and was walking into a dark alley. Kevin was surprised when he saw Angie climb a fire escape at the back of a posh hotel. 

"What the hell is she up to," Kevin questioned himself in a whisper.

When she disappeared into a room, he waited a period of time, climbed the fire escape, arranged the camera at the edge of the balcony and started snapping pictures. When he pulled the camera back down he was amazed at what he saw. There was definitely a story there. He adjusted his shaft. It was beginning to get hard and tight against his pants. Kevin decided to follow up one step further when he saw who she was fucking. This story would be a gold mine.

When Kevin emerged from the elevator he immediately acknowledged that a bodyguard was on watch outside the door of the room that Angie was in. Then he saw the grate covering the opening in the ventilation system. Very quietly and carefully he removed the steel grate and hoisted himself up into the opening. He crawled the length of the vessel until he was fortunate enough to be right over top of the bed that Angie was in. He was looking down through a steel grate into her room.

Kevin couldn't believe the opportunity he stumbled across. He focused the camera on the tied up government official, Lance Holt, and started taking pictures. A steel grate would be in the way, but the pictures behind it would be worth a fortune. He watched the scenario unfold below him as his high end camera clicked away.




A Twist Of Fate



Angie seemed to like to fuck aggressively. 

Sometimes men commented on it. This was one of those times.

"Wow, ease up slut. I'm not your stud fuck toy, fuck me slow and deep."

Angie resisted the urge to reply to his brash comments and instead shoved a sock in Lance's mouth and continued to fuck him wildly. She went over to the bathroom and handed Chelsea her clothes.

"I'll finish up here doll," she whispered to Chelsea after turning up the music to cover the sounds of their conversation.

Lately Angie had been asking her to leave early. What Chelsea couldn't figure out is how the men untied themselves without seeing Angie, but she didn't ask questions.

When she pulled the sock out of his mouth, Lance screamed out, "You fucking bitch, you're going to pay for this humiliation, do you have any idea who I am?"

"I don't know and I don't give a fuck," was her reply.

Loud music drowned out his yells.

Angie decided in her rage that she would make him pay for being mean to her. Mr. Lance stud muffin hadn't even begun to understand the term humiliation. She rummaged through her purse and produced some lipstick and black liquid eye liner. She wrote, "Fuck me, I'm a slut" on his stomach. Angie then smeared red lipstick all over Lance's face and drew a red bull's-eye around his cock. 

With a strange smile on her face Angie put the sock back in the Lance's mouth, turned off the music, calmly got dressed, eased her small frame through the window, and disappeared into the night.

Every rag magazine known to mankind would run the story and the photos the very next day. Angie had no idea about the importance of the man she had picked up in the hotel bar. If he hadn't have been a high ranking official in the government, then likely his picture wouldn't have appeared on the front page of the rag magazines, creating a big mess for Angie to deal with.

Lance's publicist/bodyguard decided to check in and radioed his boss. When there was repeatedly no response, his bodyguard forced his way into the room.

When the bodyguard entered the room Kevin knew it was time to leave. He quickly emerged from the vent, disappeared down the stairs unnoticed and melted into the crowd in the main foyer.

In the comfort and privacy of his own home Kevin got a chance to look at his prize photos. Man those two women were hot. He felt his cock stir again. It inspired him to formulate a plan that involved Angie. He would publish the photos of Chelsea and the official, then use the other ones of Angie to blackmail her into leaving the country with him. From what he could tell, she was a one hot fuck.

Kevin laid out the photos of Angie fucking the politician and masturbated all over them. He knew he could make more in his photo lab that evening. Thoughts of Angie being his ultimate sexual partner spurred him on. He wanted to fuck her in the ocean.

By the next morning Chelsea became a hunted woman. Lance was determined to make her pay for his public humiliation and the police were on their way to her house to pick her up for assault.

Angie tried not to worry and rationalized that she wouldn't get caught because the hotel cameras clearly had images of Chelsea coming and going from the room, but not her. The back alley and the fire escape were not under video surveillance.

On the day of the arrest Todd was shocked. How could his beautiful hot nymph be in trouble? How could she do such a thing? Todd knew in his heart that Chelsea was innocent. She took her role as a submissive too literally. It consumed her. She rarely did anything without instruction. That's when Todd came to the realization that it was impossible that Chelsea did what she was accused of.

When Kevin called Angie and told her that she would be very smart to meet with him that evening, Angie became concerned. He sounded confident and had told her to wear something sexy. Unsure of what he had to say Angie got dressed carefully. She flicked the night stand's secret switch revealing a tiny gun her husband had bought for emergencies. Depositing it in her sequenced purse she set out to meet Kevin.

While waiting in the hotel room for Angie Kevin decided to make a phone call.

"Hello," answered Todd.

"I have some important information that will help you and your wife," said Kevin

"Good, tell me what you have, and I'll pay you handsomely for your information," Todd replied earnestly.

"Meet me outside the Empress Hotel tomorrow night at 8 p.m. Wait for my cue. If I bang on the wall four times then come inside and I'll provide you your evidence. Don't come in early though, or the pictures will be lost forever. If I don't bang on the wall, then arrive three nights later at the same time and you'll get your photos." 

Todd didn't understand the sequence of events but agreed to it. Anything to save his wife.

Kevin always liked to have a contingency plan.

If everything went according to plan, three nights from now him and Angie would be on an endless Caribbean holiday.

The knock on the door was gentle.

"What is it you want Kevin?" Angie asked when he opened the hotel room door to the luxurious room he was staying in.

"I have some pictures you might be interested in doll," was his reply.

He was wearing a robe that was in danger of slipping open. 

Angie was wearing a sheer pink chiffon dress that gave her an innocent look.

When Angie saw the damaging photos, she grimaced.

"How, what, how did you get these!" she cried out in astonishment.

"It doesn't matter how sweetheart. What matters is you going down on me. Can you do that for me babe?"

"Please, please, please don't show anyone those photos," Angie pleaded.

He rubbed his cock through his pants and pointed to the floor.

Angie shrugged and slowly lowered herself to her knees. Soon she was giving him a robust and very energetic blow job. It had been so long he got lost in the sensations and didn't notice Angie reach into her purse and pull out a gun.

She aimed it at his balls and slowly raised herself to her feet.

"Now hand me the photos and all traces of it and I'll be on my way," she said without flinching.

It was then that Kevin took his fist and pounded on the wall exactly four times.

As she was about to leave Todd stormed through the door and pinned Angie against the wall. The gun dropped from her hand and onto the floor.

"Angie, what the fuck is going on here? Why do you have a gun aimed at Kevin's balls? Do you know this guy? Tell me what the fuck is going on?" he said angrily. He was aiming the gun at her chest.

Kevin revealed the photos that clearly incriminated Angie and would ultimately send her to jail for kidnapping and assault.

"Spill it bitch. What the fuck did you do?" Todd spat out.

Todd continued to threaten her until Angie confessed. She told Todd how the three women were blackmailing Chelsea and were having her set up men for them to fuck, so Todd could keep his job.

After the police took Angie away Todd robustly shook Kevin's hand. 

"I owe you. If you hadn't uncovered the truth my Chelsea would either be in jail or still be a slave to those vicious women. I'll reward you handsomely. You saved my girl. Just tell me what you want."

The P.I. looked at one of the pictures he took of Chelsea entering the room.

"Hey is it true you have one of those slut wives?" asked Kevin 

"It's possible," said Todd, "Why do you ask?"

Maybe we can work something out, said the P.I., feeling his cock grow in his pants. Some things were far more satisfying than money.



A Twist of Fate



She felt the bed shift as he climbed on with her. His hands began caressing her back gently, massaging her sore arm muscles again. Everything he did, he did with such tenderness and care, and it was at that moment that she first thought that her attacker could actually be her husband. 

"Phillip, is that you? Let me go. Stop this, this isn't funny."

If it was her husband, if it was Phillip, he would surely let her go, he knew she was really in control, he knew that whatever she said was the final word. That belief was shattered when she felt the sting of a sharp slap on her ass. The pain rattled her sense of reality and traveled up and down her spine. Phillip would never defy a direct order from her let alone be so aggressive. She began to panic again. Had she underestimated this perpetrator? Reality sunk in and she began to sob uncontrollably. "Please, please let me go," she cried.

"Count," he said.

While Taja was wondering what he intended for her to count, she felt the sharp sting of another blow on her ass. It took of few seconds for her brain to comprehend and she was able to eek out, "One," not sure if that was the correct response or not, just going with her gut. He followed the slap to her ass with soft kisses to her disciplined flesh. His hands massaged her breasts, rubbed her clit and soothed her sexy round bottom. She felt decidedly masculine hands caress the tender flesh of her ass. His hands were kneading her body and gently stroking her thighs and back. His fingers separated her butt cheeks and he ran them lightly over her asshole. Taja froze in terror. The man responsible for her restraint then slid his fingers down to her soaking wet pussy and rubbed her swollen clit. Taja was pissed, embarrassed, and annoyed at herself for being aroused. She wanted and needed to regain control so she began talking again, trying to hide her true feelings, begging to be let go.

The next blow came without warning and she cried out "Owwwww," as tears formed in her eyes. She remembered to say "Two," and lay her head on the pillow as an act of exhaustion, both physical and mental. What followed was more caressing and more spanking, more fingering and more counting, more tender touches and searing pain combined. She felt his hands caressing the tender and heated flesh of her ass. The more he caressed, the wetter her pussy became. He would rub her sore nipples and spank her butt and thighs. It was torture; erotic, sensual, heavenly torture. Her head was reeling; it wasn't supposed to feel pleasurable. She wasn't supposed to be enjoying this. The stinging was registering in her brain as bliss and she was tormented by the fact that each slap was followed by him gently rubbing her clit to near orgasm. She began to look forward to each slap, to him bringing her closer and closer to fierce explosion every time. By the time she got to twenty, she was experiencing each slap as pleasure, each sting was ecstasy. Her pussy was dripping and her clit was throbbing and she was desperate to cum.

Without warning, she felt the softness of a tongue licking her soaking wet pussy. "Noooo, she cried out, not sure why she was saying it; she truly didn't want him to stop. She was trying to stop him from having more control over her and the fact that he was teasing her with such expertise. She was pulling against her restraints, and trying to fight her own orgasm as he licked her from front to back.

There was no stopping him; he was going to make her cum and cum hard. She fought it with her mind but her body was betraying her intentions. She had been so aroused for so long, she was at the brink of sensual release. Ecstasy washed over her body and his lips gently sucked her clit as his tongue fucked her hole. He lapped and licked, nibbled and sucked and made her grind her pussy on his face. She moaned in the pillow and begged him not to stop.

She felt the head of his dick rubbing her pussy. She was beyond the point of rational thought. Like a light switch going off in her head, she realized that the life of control and rules she had lived by were mere illusions. She wanted to be fucked, fucked good, fucked hard, and fucked long. She needed to be fucked. She heard the words coming out of her mouth but they sounded like they were coming from someone else. They sounded like they were coming from a wounded animal. "Fuuuuuck meeeee pleeeeease."

Time froze. In an instant, the handcuffs were released and a small nightlight was turned on. She could tell her captor got off the bed and stood back, waiting for her to make a move. She kept her head in the pillow with her ass in the air, not moving an inch. She knew she should get up and run but she couldn't. She wanted to turn around and see the face of her captor. She remained frozen. She said it again, this time aware that she could no longer claim to being forced to do anything. "Fuck me."

The ringing in her ears and the desperation in her wet pussy drove her to say the words that she wouldn't have thought possible two hours earlier. She felt the head rub from her clit to her asshole and she arched backwards, trying to get him to penetrate her. She was desperate to feel that sensation of him hitting bottom deep inside her. She needed to feel full with his hardness, the ecstasy that a woman can only feel when a big hard dick is filling her, stretching her, pounding her. It was a strange twist of fate that had her craving the very sensation that she had fought all her life to deny. She wanted to be submissive, to let go of all the stereotypes and standards that told her that she had to be a strong black woman that didn't put up with anything, that called all the shots. She realized that her freedom was in letting go, was in letting someone else have the reins of control and it had nothing to do with her being weak, it was simply a shift in power. She was tired of pretending that she had to be everything to everyone, she was tired of needing to feel like a bitch. In that moment she wanted to surrender to sensations that she had no control over and she craved that release.

"Say it again," he said again calmly.

In a surreal declaration, she said the words that released her from her invisible bonds. "Now! Please! Fuck me!"

With those words, he took the head of his dick and placed it at the head of her asshole. Anal sex was something she'd done before but it had been a long time ago, with boyfriends that insisted she had to do it to prove that she loved them. It'd been many years since she even thought about doing it and fear paralyzed her body. She wasn't even sure she could take it. There was no doubt in her mind that it was going to hurt. Why then, was her body screaming out for this stranger to do it? She wanted to feel like she was giving him the ultimate symbol of her submission to him.

Exquisitely slow and with exhausting skill, her captor managed to get the head inserted with no pain at all. Taja was sweating and her musky scent was reminiscent of a wild animal but it was sexy and primal. The fact that just the head of his dick was inside her was driving her out of her mind. She started pushing back and driving more meat inside her backdoor. The sensation of being filled like that was causing her to grunt and moan. It was as if she couldn't breath and every millimeter shoved inside her felt like miles of orgasmic pleasure. Teeth marks were embedded in the pillowcase and her hands gripped the sheets tightly. Through it all, he wouldn't move and inch; he let her control the penetration. It was only when she reached between her legs to rub her clit that she realized that he was completely buried inside her. She'd past her threshold of pleasure and it was time for some fast and furious fucking.

Taja had to grab the headboard to keep her head from being rammed. In an instant, he was fucking her senseless. She pushed back; he pumped harder. Every inch of his dick was driven deep inside her and she adored the sensation. Rockets went off inside her head and she was outside herself. Taja was now another person, another woman who had no fears, no inhibitions. She needed to get fucked and she wasn't afraid to ask for it all night long. He grabbed her hips; she rubbed her clit. He was moaning, she was groaning. She came without him missing a beat and he kept fucking her through her orgasm. Sweat formed on both of them and they grunted and groaned like wild animals. They fucked into the night until Taja passed out from pleasure and exhaustion.

The morning came and sunlight filtered through the blinds. Taja awoke, her arms and legs and ass were sore. The smells of eggs and coffee were coming up the stairs. Phillip entered the room and held out her robe. "Breakfast is ready."

She stood on shaky feet, still weak from the incredible fuck she had gotten and the restraint her body had endured. "We need to talk . . ." Her words were cut off with the familiar finger that has silenced her the night before.

Phillip had no words to explain his behavior or his actions. He, too, had been struggling with his perceived role as doormat versus being a "man" and he had devised this plan to show his wife who was the boss. While he had done it for her he had come to some personal revelations of his own. If being the boss meant that he had to be someone that was unnatural to him, he wanted no parts of that. He stood his ground as he waited for her verbal assault, quite sure she was going to go back to full bitch mode.

Never having had a previous occasion to be humble, Taja was rendered speechless. Her journey to self-discovery started with a paralyzing fear and ended with a frightening revelation. She let Phillip help her on with her robe. She rested her head on his shoulder and he put his arms around her. She'd lost a piece of herself and found it in losing control. There was no turning back, only relinquishing old beliefs in a strange twist of fate.

Copyright 2008 AfroerotiK