by Black Cherry

DISCLAIMERS: Though these characters resemble two of our favorite adventurers, they belong souly to me. This story is rated R18 for language, violence, drug use, addictions,  same sex relationships, mature themes, and graphic sexual content, so if you are too young, or it’s illegal where you are…. get the hell out now!

SUNSET:

It was hot and sticky like it always is in Houston in the summer.  I lit my clove cigarette as I stepped away from my bike in the parking lot.

Thursday night at Underworld, the local Goth club where everyone in the scene would cluster to pose and preen, but I was sick of it.

Sick of the pretense, sick of all the bullshit, but there was really nowhere else to go. I had seen it all and done it all, and these kids had no clue. Still, I went in; parted the plastic curtain that separated the outside world of filthy streets and summer heat from the dreamscape of loud throbbing music and dancing ghouls from wall to wall. The smell of smoke, dope, and lust thick on the air, I went to the bar to order up a drink. My usual poison.

Leaning against the back wall, hidden in the shadows I watched the crowd. Cliques coming and going, the corsets and PVC china dolls with their hair extensions and animae pony tails, bitches on the prowl for victims. I laughed to myself, remembering the time I fell prey to one, and the abyss that consumed my soul thereafter.

It was a time when I was innocent…when I still believed in the milk of human kindness and that redemption could be had. When I had faith in my fellow man, and was trusting…and naive. Cherry was red then, the ripening fruit that was sweet and succulent…before my world turned black…before I tasted the forbidden fruit that poisoned my soul.  I was once sweet and funny, and very popular. I ran with a different crowd….nature loving and tree hugging pagans.

I didn’t smoke, I rarely drank….but I had a fire inside me that warmed hearts.  Now the fire inside me consumes me like a funeral pyre. My red is black, black cherry.  Forbidden fruit,

Tempting and poisoned….I will consume those who try to taste me, as I was consumed that night in the shadows….so long ago:

 I can see you even now…. I can smell you on the wind…relive those moments like they are now:

The night is cold, the streets are wet. The lights from the neon signs reflect from the pools of water in the uneven pavement. I walk the streets, lost in thought, running away from so many things. I feel this kinship with the night and I don't know why.

Up ahead I see a dark alley, it goes nowhere. Like me. I hesitate, I stand at the mouth of the darkness searching it with my eyes, my ears, the tingle of my flesh, and I see the flash.

A flame appears, as you light your cigarette....

You are there in the darkness, mingling in the shadows.

I am curious. I am afraid. I take a step into the mouth of darkness. The cloth of shadows covers me as I exit the light and enter the cold stillness of your world.

As I gingerly approach I see you....the moonlight breaks through the clouds and suddenly fills the cavern with blue light. There you sit upon your shadow.....watching me. Your form clad in leather, your eyes hidden by dark shades, your silence speaking volumes.

Your eyes look through me from behind the red panes of the shades. I feel them on me, their heat, like a laser going over my body.

Some force draws me closer, even though I am trembling inside. I know you can smell the fear on me, and I even see the corner of your mouth curl up into a Ferrell grin. You draw a drag off of your smoke and strike a powerful pose...slowly exhaling the smoke which creates a surreal halo around your head in the cold night air.

You are waiting for me to get within arm's reach.

You know I will come to you.....and so I do.

I step up next to you, and you look me up from toe to head and start the engine of your steel horse. You lower your shades and gaze upon me with preternatural pools of onyx....and I am lost in them. Pools of slick blackness that hold the secrets of the universe within them, in their voiceless wonder, I hear you speak. I obey, and get on the bike behind you.

We fly through the night on your iron steed, the rumble between my legs I find exhilarating, the feel of your strong frame under my arms, the smell of leather, dizzying for me.

I lose myself in the flight, and sink against you, my face against your back as the icy wind slaps my cheeks and whips my hair.

At last we stop at the citadel that houses your lair. A tall gothamesque structure, musty and ancient....dank, and dark, yet holding a feeling of familiarity for me. I am no stranger to old places , and they comfort me.

We ascend the stairs that wind upward like a web to the tower where you dwell.

The black knight in her stone fortress.

We enter the gates and you shed your leather coat, like a serpent sheds a skin. I see your strong arms. Somehow you look even more foreboding without the armor. You take my coat, and I feel vulnerable without it, chilled and suddenly the fear rises in my gut once more.

I stand in the corner of the hallway with my arms crossed hunching over....afraid to move. You let out a quiet chuckle. I think my fear turns you on.

I think that turns me on.

You go to the drawing room, to the wine safe and bring a bottle of jack and two glasses. You beckon me into your bedchamber.

I follow you in, and stand next to you as you place the bottle and glasses on the night table and light a cigarette. You flop back on the bed unceremoniously...and reach to the waistband of my jeans pulling me down to sit next to you. I look around the room. It is spare with only a few items of furniture, a large bed with an iron frame...from it hang many implements. Restraints, clips, flogs. I know what your tastes are....I sensed it in the alley. I know what mine are. I am nervous, but excited.

"Pour us a drink." you say, shattering the silence with your low timbre. Your voice is like music....sad music.

I pour the whiskey with trembling hands. Hand you a shot glass, and as I do, I spill a drop on your knuckle.

Your brow furrows, you are obviously displeased.

I take your hand in mine and place my lips to the offended knuckle, licking it clean.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, okay." you say. "I want to see you use that tongue somewhere else."

You pat the bed, and I sit beside you. You drink your jack and set the glass down, and put out your butt in the ashtray.

You turn to me and rub my shoulder gently, trailing your fingers along to the nape of my neck. It sends chills down my spine and my skin grows prickly and my nipples harden. I feel your hand on the back of my neck, then in my hair....you tease its silkiness and wind it around your hand. You pull is taught bending my head back and you take my mouth with yours forcefully, claiming me. I close my eyes and melt into your kiss.

I try to touch your face and stroke it as you deepen the kiss, but you grab my wrist with your other hand and pull it away. I feel myself sinking down in slow motion onto the mattress as your weight settles in atop me. You release my wrist and I feel that same had grip my breast through my sweater. You squeeze it and tease the nipple and feel the steel ring through the cloth.

Again, my rebellious hand tries to touch you and you let go of my hair and grab my wrist pinning it above my head.

You pull my sweater up, then hook your fingers into my bra and pull down on it releasing my breasts from their bondage. I feel your hot mouth cover one taking the nipple into your mouth while the other is pinched and teased by your free hand.

"Keep your hands up here" you tell me, as you unbutton my jeans and pull them down and off, my boots coming off with them.  My sweater is pulled off over my head and my panties seem to vanish into thin air and I lay there trembling and naked before you. I can feel your eyes on me....surveying your captive.

"Are you my slut?" you ask in an even tone.

I am suddenly voiceless and cannot answer, so I nod, but my fear is showing, and that arouses you. 

"Roll over, baby. I want to see that ass."

I do as you say, and I feel your hands on my hips pulling my hindquarters up toward you.

"MMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. yeah, okay I am going to take you. That's what you want isn't it?"

"Yes...I want you to take me."

"That's why you came to me. I could smell it all over you....first the fear....then the lust. You are a dirty little girl aren't you?" You slap my ass "Aren't you?"

"Yes!"

"mmmmmmmmmmmmmm, yeah you are. And I am going to give you all you want....and more."

I feel your hands on my ass, squeezing the cheeks and feeling the flesh in your hands. You strike it with the palm of your hand, then smoothe your warm hand over the stinging flesh.

"Just getting warmed up." you say.

I lay face down on the bed, my ass in the air, feeling the swats as the flesh comes to life. The warmth of your hand feels so good as it rubs my ass back and forth.

I let out a quiet moan, but you hear it and I know it turns you on. You take off your belt and I can hear the creaking of the leather as you double it in your hands.

I can smell it....leather.

I turns me on!

Moreover, I can smell you...jack and smoke, leather and lust....that turns me on!

"I need a number honey" you say, breaking the silence. "Give me a number...make it good."

Shit! My brain freezes....I am supposed to talk now? Fuck? What's a number?

"Uh....thirteen?" I say gingerly.

You chuckle, and nod your head. "Mmmmmmmmmm, okay....that's a start. Count them off for me, babes!"

Count? What the hell? I can't even talk...how am I supposed to count???

<SNAP!>

ONE!

 I say...I have no idea where I found my voice. I felt the first pop...it was tingly, but not painful in the least.

<SNAP!>

TWO!

<SNAP!>

THREE! (okay I am awake now)

<SNAP!>

FOUR! (I felt that)

<SNAP! SNAP!>

FIVE-SIX! (little sting)

<SNAP!>

SEVEN! (throbbing setting in)

<SNAP!>

EIGHT!

<SNAP-SNAP-SNAP!>

NINE-TEN-ELEVEN! (Fuck! Is my ass bleeding???)

<SNAP!>

Twelve! (squeak)

<SNAP!>

Thirteen! (I made it!)

"Good, baby. That's good....but I am not finished yet..."

My eyes widen....and I feel the next series of swats and my skin is on fire!  I feel the impact jarring me over and over as your powerful hand crashes the belt against my reddened ass.  I hear your breathing deepen with each swing of your arm, and grunts escape your mouth as you make contact with leather and flesh over and over, like a wave of electricity jolting against me.

I feel the curtain parting in my mind...and I am arriving somewhere else altogether. My body is suddenly alive and I can feel every inch of my skin, every twitch of every hair, every breath I draw...I am aware that I live and breathe...

it is a feeling like no other!

I feel a drop of your sweat rolling down my back, and I am snapped out of my mental analysis of being, and I realize you are finished when I hear the belt clink to the floor.

I hear your labored breathing, and feel your presence looming over me, but I do not turn to look at you....I don't know why.

I feel like looking at you now would be like looking at the face of a god.

"I know you're awake, baby....so now we begin." you say. You get up from the bed and I hear shuffling as you search the room for the tools you will use. I hear the sound of metal chain links scraping across the wooden floor, and again the scent of leather.

"Give me your wrists," you command. I comply....nervous, but eager...I so want to go where you are going to take me..shedding my skin, stripping away the layers and breaking me down to my simplest form. I see what you are doing, and I come to accept it as a sacred gift. I willingly submit....joyfully submit.

You strap the restraints on my wrists and chain me to the headboard, I am still face down. You are wearing a harness. My heart skips a beat, my mouth waters with anticipation.

"What you give me in return for what I will give you?" your voice surrounds me like a vapor. I look up at you, over my shoulder and see you looking down at me, eyes reflecting like mirrors the flickering candle light of the room.

You are surrounded by a halo and look like a dark angel......or demon?

"Anything!" I gasp, breathless. The corners of your mouth curl up into a grin....a wicked grin. I feel you descend on me, the touch of your skin against my back, your hand gently brushing the hair away from the nape of my neck. You wrap my hair around your hand and pull my head to the side, exposing my neck....I let out a shuttering sigh, and I tremble.

I feel your breath on my neck....then your lips as they press against my skin. The kiss is gentle, soft and wet and warmed by your breath. You kiss my neck around to the nape and then down my back, and I shiver at the tenderness and reverence. I feel your hands exploring me, familiarizing themselves with my flesh, my shape...I feel them sliding down my body, and following them...your mouth, kissing its way down towards my hips.

I feel your hands on my ass cheeks, they are warm and soothing to the stinging flesh. I feel the soft pecks of your lips tracing the stripes of your labors, the marks of the belt.

"mmmmmmmmmmmmm...." you hum into my skin, and I feel you smile as you examine your work. I know it pleases you, and that turns me on. I am so wet, I am in agony awaiting your next move....

suddenly I am cold...your warmth is gone and the room is dark. I feel your hand suddenly pressing head down, my face against the bed.

You slap my ass with your palm. "I need that ass in the air"

I work against the restraints to shift my rear higher. I feel your warmth return behind me...and something cold on my skin....oozing down my cleft.....lube.

My eyes widen....and I begin to shift nervously.

You swat me again, "You said anything, baby....I am taking your ass."

"Oh no....I...can't!"

You laugh.

"Oh but you will."

I begin to pull against the restraints...fear and panic setting in.

"Hhhhhhhhhhuhhhhhhhn baby....what are you trying to do with those hands?" I feel your hands on my hips and I tense up and freeze.

"No-no, I need you to relax..." You stroke my back, petting downward, over my hips. You kiss my tender flesh....

the I feel....Oh God!!! Your tongue in my cleft.

"mmmmmmmmmmmmm....yeah.....feels good doesn't it? Relax babe." You say, and you continue to lick my ass hole, your tongue probing my puckered star. My mind is racing...it feels so goddamned good...I am slipping into an abyss....I know what comes next, but I can't resist.

"That's it....relax......now...I'm going to fuck your ass.  I need you to listen to me. I need you to push out against me when I push into you....okay?"

"I can't...."

"Yes"

"N-n-nooo...."

"You fucking will....now take it, slut." You say very calmly and I feel myself responding to your command. I am powerless to resist.

I feel the head of the dildo sliding between my cheeks, spreading the flesh as it meets resistance, then the pressure of your forced thrust...it hurts so fucking bad until I remember to push out...then, suddenly you penetrate my ass, slipping deep and hard the entire length into me.

I feel you inside me, and my body tingles with shock....and arousal!  You grab my hips and begin to thrust in and out of me, thrusting hard into me...the impact of you ramming into me jarring my body. I let out sounds....I am not even aware that I am expressing myself verbally, but there are these noises filling the room...moans and crying mixed....it must be coming from me....

and your grunting as you fuck me mercilessly up the ass.

I feel your strength and power, it is becoming like a drug to me...to be taken by it, commanded by it....submitting to the power so that I may be free.

Face down shackled to the bed, my ass in the air...your cock in my ass....I soar. Sweat, screams and tears....reddened flesh, your fingers sinking into my red ass cheeks as you grip me and pull me into your thrusts.

I listen to the sounds of your grunting and groaning, and I know you are close to release...You thrust harder, deeper, I scream....

you cum in my ass, gripping me as you spasm, I can actually feel your release as the harness throbs with your contractions.....and it turns me on!

So erotic, so taboo....so sacred!

Your voice fills the room....broken with panting ...."Fuck yes....that's my ass now, bitch. Mine!"

I lay face down trembling....you lay on top of me spent for your climax. I feel your sweat cooling on my body. And feel your weight and the rise and fall of your breathing.  You stir....and rise up, your cock still inside my ass....and you slowly remove it...

"Push baby....relax" as it comes out ....I let out a gasp.

"mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...yeah, you did good. You took it....that's good." you say. You stroke my hair and the skin of my shoulder, tracing my tattoos with your fingers.

You lean over me and put your lips to my ear, moving the hair away and tucking it behind my ear with your finger.

"You're gonna take some more now, babes."

I stiffen at the words....a statement? A command.

You unhook the chains from the bedposts.

"I want you to keep your hands where they are. I am only unhooking you so you can roll over. Got it?"

"yes." I say. And I roll over onto my back. You secure my restraints once more, and you survey me....your captive....you smile.

"I want that cunt now. So I am gonna take it."

My eyes widen...

"I am going to fuck you until you scream, baby. Because you are a little slut and you need a good fucking."

I stiffen at your tone.

"Oh no....no no no.....spread those legs, slut."

I do spread them, and you smile and cock your head to the side looking at the succulent prize you are about to claim.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm.....that's good. Are you wet for me?"

Well if I wasn't before, I sure as hell am now....that voice.....my very flesh crawls to obey it.

"Okay, I want those legs wide....wider whore!" I spread them wide....but you seem unpleased.

"I think you need some help there. I want that cunt."

You go to the end of the bed and bend down...I hear metal shifting and watch as you emerge with a bar. It is  a bar that had restraint cuffs on it. You place it across the bed and begin to fasten the cuffs around each of my ankles. The bar prevents me from closing my legs....I am bound and waiting...

you light more candles, and the room looks like a shrine in a cloister. The music is loud and pounding....disturbed  "The meaning of life"

You mount the bed and position yourself between my legs.

"I am going to spread your cunt with my cock and fuck you hard....this is for me. All for me...."

You pull the bar up and place my legs on your shoulders and I feel your weight come down hard on me, and your cock plunge deep inside my soaking wet cunt. I am so wet it just slips in like a shadow....

but I feel it in my throat!

You begin thrusting and fucking me, grinding and pumping harder and harder...taking my tender flesh and claiming it, marking it, stretching it to your will....

I submit, wave after wave of the ripping tightness and pain is mixed with an exquisite pleasure...and your voice....taking me to a new existence!

"Take it whore! Take it all!" you grunt as you fuck me...your voice growling and deep with lust.

"You fucking little bitch...you love it...you want it....you're going to get it all! Take it all!"

And my body aches and cramps, my joints are strained like they are going to pop apart, but the bar keeps my legs open wide, my hands immobilized by the shackles....you riding me, fucking me so hard....

I begin to black out....

Your voice is a whisper...

"my cunt...mine!" I hear you say over and over....the mantra that tells me you are near release....your eyes looking past me, in that place of pending orgasm....and I dare to speak...

"all for you...yours" and I hold you as you cum, and stroke your hair, and kiss your face as you release deep inside of me...and for the blink of an eye...you are my captive. That is your gift to me.

You collapse in atop me...groaning. For an instant you let a sleepy haze claim you.

Then you lift your head and look at me...."mine" you say.

I nod.

"That's good....because I want some more...."

You hover above me claiming my mouth in a possessive kiss, a hard and deep kiss...it makes me dizzy...my body is already twitching from being used for your devices....and I long to feed your hunger again. I put my hands on the sides of your face as I kiss you back, but you reach up and jerk them away....much to my disappointment, but...it's exciting at the same time.  I want to please you, I want you pleasure you, but to just take the initiative would anger you, and I crave your lust, not your wrath.

You break the kiss, and unhook the chains from the wristlets that are strapped to my arms.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, okay.....I want that sweet mouth."

You say as you take roll over next to me and lie on your back. You take my hair in your fist and pull my head down to your crotch.

"Clean my cock baby. Suck it. Make me cum."  I feel your eyes on me....

I take the base of the dildo in my hand holding it still and place my lips to the head. I slowly lick it with my tongue giving you some visual candy. I wrap my lips around it and suck it into my mouth, pressing down on it enough to stimulate your clit when I suck.

I skillfully go down on your cock, sucking it with just the right motion and pressure to bring you to the verge, and I feel your hands on my head shoving me down hard on it, and you thrust your hips fucking my mouth until you cum...spending yourself into my mouth, you ride your convulsions with your cock down my throat.

I am breathless, but pleased that I got you off. You pull me up by my hair again, and move me to straddle you...

"Sit on it, slut!" you say...

commanding me to mount your cock.

"I want to watch you ride me."

I lower myself down onto your cock feeling its length penetrate me, filling me. Your hands rest on my thighs, and they squeeze the flesh as I begin a rocking motion. The sight of my breasts wabbling in time with my pelvic motions pleases you and you reach up and play with my nipples....pulling the ring in my right one.

"Ooooooooooh, I have just the thing...." you say as a wicked grin crosses your face. You reach overhead and bring down a set of clamps that were hanging from the bed post....

"Gonna love torturing those tits, my little bitch!"

You reach up and attach the clamps to my nipples and I gasp at the sudden pinching pressure....I stop moving....but you slap the side of my hip and snap me out of my temporary haze..

"Don't stop babe....I want to watch you cum!"

I begin to ride your cock, looking down at you watching me, you tug on the chain attached to the clamps and I groan, I ride harder and faster...you swat my ass....squeeze my flesh and grip it, moving me up and down on your cock,

I am sweating, dizzy from all the sensations, you cock deep in me, your clamps on my tits, your voice in my head, your eyes in mine...hands on my flesh....you possess me utterly...I am your play doll....and I am close to cumming so hard, I will go into a coma!!!

"That's it, cum for me...cum! CUM!"
And on command I do...falling into ecstatic waves that are so intense they feel like lightening.

I scream my release... and go limp, sliding down onto my side as your cock slips out of me. I lay there, sweat covered and panting. You remove the nipple clamps and I squeak as they come off.

"Oooooh fuck yeah..." you say. You pull me up to you by the hair, I weakly follow..

"That's good babes....now, I want you to lick me. Put that pretty little mouth to work like a good slut."

You take off your harness, and spread your legs...

I crawl between them...but you pull me into a sixty-nine position...

"I want to taste you too, slut...see if you are as sweet in these lips."

I part your raven curls and see your swollen clit, it is huge....I want to taste it. I gently lick it, feeling my way through your folds and all around your clit...

at the same time I feel your tongue enter me, teasing my clit, tasting my folds...and I have to shut out the sensations to focus on pleasuring you....

Your taste...so sweet and tangy...the whiskey....makes you delicious....

you taste like immortality?

I feel your fingers sinking into the striped flesh of my ass as your tongue works and worms its way around my cunt...I feel the stud in your tongue...exotic and thrilling.  Gods...so fucking good.

But then I feel the cold in my cleft again....lube....and your tongue is suddenly in my ass and your fingers are in my cunt...fucking me, rimming me....gods...gotta concentrate!!

I focus on your cunt...sucking your clit into my mouth and teasing it with my tongue and teeth.....sinking my fingers into your wet folds and feeling the hot wetness surround them....

for what seems like hours we feast upon eachother....

I am twitching from your attentions, and your legs are throbbing...I know you are entering that threshold and will be very close to Cumming and when you explode in my mouth, I cannot hold it in any longer and I sink into the orgasm I was holding back, I scream my pleasure....and collapse again from weakness.

I lay there covered in sweat and cum and lube...

I feel the sensation of being picked up and laid down on the bed...and arms folded around me. You spoon me, I feel your mouth behind my ear, your tongue tasting my lobe....I tingle.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...." you whisper, "Relax.....this is for me....for you..."

Your lips kissing the back of my neck...

your tongue trailing along the side of my throat....circling in one place...your mouth covers the wetted spot, your lips, I feel you suck down...pressure....

then you pierce my flesh and I struggle, but you hold me....I kick and scream, but your hand covers my mouth and you shift your weight on top of my body, holding me as you drink.....red flows down from the wound and I feel your tongue tickling the flesh....

I grow weak....and I stop struggling....I begin to fade....I hear you speak....one word...reaching through the clouds to me....

"drink"

the warm drops falling on my lips...into my mouth....and the light returns....

I taste the metallic salty liquid....

your blood...

I am now yours...forever...

"fuck yeah, mine...." you say.

Yours indeed. So here I am all these years later, living dead, thirsty for the red meaning of life, and insatiable appetites for dark baptisms. I have become a fallen angel, tempted into the night by the serpent in the garden. The serpent who opened my eyes, and awakened the shadows of my soul. Was it a curse or a blessing? I still don’t know….

“Fuck it!” I say, as I look out over the dance floor, looking for the flavor of the day. I spot a girl, alone in her groove, swaying to the beat of the gothic techno-macabre. She is a siren beckoning to me and I feel myself peel away from the shadows into the speckled lights that slice through the thickness of the dark. She is beautiful, and unusual, even in this place where the unusual is the order of the day.

She sees me coming, I draw on my clove then discard it, and look over the tops of my eyeshades at her. With a leathered arm I reach out to her, and she takes my hand. They always do. I did.

She is mine.

I stand behind her, hands on her hips, my mouth on her neck as she melts into my caresses; her skin is soft and creamy pale…they always are, these gothic babes, in love with death…and so death will love her back this night.

I lean to her ear and whisper, “Dance for me, Salome”.

She looks at me puzzled…so I take her arm and spin her across the dance floor making her dizzy, and as she swoons I catch her in my arms. The dance continues, and I examine her in the light, her pale flesh and emerald eyes. She looks almost out of place here, very much like a faery from a golden wood…lost in the mirkiness of a dark forest, now captive of the beast.

I hold her next to me as we move to the music, and watch her watching me. She is fascinated, she is frightened and she is aroused. I smell her. Her blood, her body…all so alive.

I hold her eyes in mine, azure meeting green, and suddenly she smiles. Why is she smiling at me? Doesn’t she know what I am?
Or maybe….she does.

I cock my head to the side and look at her, she lowers her eyes shyly, and begins to blush…mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm….the flush of her cheeks, the blood make her even more beautiful. I reach out and stroke that ruddy cheek gently, and it is baby soft.

I sigh and exhale in both longing and regret.

“Why do you smile, girl?” I ask her, tracing her jaw line with my thumb as I caress her chin in my palm.

“You know what I can do to y—“
”yes!” she whispers excitedly, cutting me off. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

I take her hand, and lead her out into the night…