Date: Wed, 09 Apr 2003 06:13:51 +0000 From: jim dsgsadgf Subject: Dark Fantasy 14 Please feel free to write to me and leave suggestions on what you think of my work: prez_vu@hotmail.com. You wake up in the cold alone. The moon's illuminance slowly fading back to its inky depths as the sun starts to seize back control of the day. The sun is slowly rising from the east. It is not quite bright yet, but no longer dark. A strange part of the day: when the night no longer has control of the day but the sun has not yet started shining. You hastily pull on your clothes and walk out in the crisp cold air. The dim light of the morning making everything look grey and lifeless. You look around for any signs of the maintainer and spot her, sitting on the directors chair some 15ft away. She is talking on a mobile phone and smoking. Strange you think to yourself, I never thought of her as a smoker. You walk over to her and she hastily ends her conversation with a 'yeah talk to you soon ciao'. No doubt your presence interrupting whatever she was talking about. She looks up at you and grins. You still notice the weary look in her face but it is mainly masked by her strangely cheery mood. "I didn't know you smoked" you question the maintainer. "There is a lot about me that you don't know... Rachael." The maintainer counters. The maintainer's sudden cold statement takes you aback. How strange you think to yourself, but before you can reply the maintainer says "Come on lets go, I have a pick up waiting for us." Slightly confused you follow her blindly until you come to an open empty car park empty except for one car. A long black limousine. You take a large gasp inwardly. You feel your stomach make a sickening lurch as your heart beats in your ear. Your legs seem to have turned to lead, as you have to make an effort just to lift them, each step closer making your stomach squirm more as your heart rate increases. Was it the maintainer all along? It would make sense you think to yourself, but does that mean that Gemma is the good person in this mess of events? Or is there no good person? "Come on" The maintainer says cheerily, hooking her arm in yours and pulling you along. She skips ahead as you near the limousine, your feet dragging along the ground puffing up small clouds of dust in the crisp morning air as you hear birds starting to sing, their chorus's filling the morning air slightly uplifting your mood as the first rays of light spill over the car park, the morning air already starting to grow warmer. The maintainer talks to the driver in a low voice for a few minutes before turning back to you, you try and get a glimpse of the driver but his window is already wound up before you could get an unobstructed view of him. The maintainer beckons you into the limo and you give in, seeing that there is not much point kicking up a fuss. If she really were a bad person then there would not be much point to run away, especially since the car park is empty, where would you go? Plus you think to yourself, if she really were bad then why would she bother to keep you alive throughout all this and this far? Thinking this way, you begin to wonder if there really is a bad person at all or if it is all just your vivid imagination playing tricks on yourself. You slip into the black limo, it is spacious and expensive, the seats are made of leather and there is a mini bar fridge underneath the fridge. Stocked full of every alcohol underneath the sun. Strangely enough, your problems still weigh you down and you are not in any mood to drink, but you are awfully hungry though. You could eat almost.... Anything you think to yourself smiling. The maintainer follows closely behind you, sitting directly opposite you on the limo. You smile at her, and she returns the gaze grinning cheekily. "You know what I feel like?" you say, with deep sexual connotations in your voice. "What?" The maintainer replies, her eyes locked onto yours, her voice soft and sultry. "I could do with some chicken right about now, a big juicy thigh mmmm" The maintainer laughs, her voice trilling out sweetly like a bird singing its morning chorus. "Ha ha I know this great place with good chicken and it has drive through so we don't have to wait so long." The maintainer replies, dabbing the tears from the corner of her eyes that were a result of the laughter. "Sounds great" you reply, your stomach gurgling loudly causing both you and the maintainer to break down in another fit of giggles. The chicken was as promised both juicy and good, you gorge yourself, surprising yourself on just how hungry you really are. You flop back in your seat after eating about 8 chicken thighs, your hands on your protruding belly as you struggle to breathe. The maintainer looks up at you and giggles, asking you if you are full. Your contented grin and deep breaths confirm this, which causes another miniature fit of giggles between the two of you. "Although...." You start. "Hmmm? Although...?" The maintainer questions, her eyebrow arched. "The thigh wasn't as juicy as I wanted it too be." You finish, your gaze locking onto hers so that she understands the full implications of exactly what you are trying to tell her. The maintainer cocks another eyebrow at you, grinning cheekily, she taps the partition separating the driver from the passenger. The partition lowers slightly so that you can see the back of the driver's head, unfortunately the maintainer is obstructing the view of the rear view mirror. The maintainer says a few words to the driver in Spanish in a low voice, barely audible underneath the rumbling of the engine. Even if you were by chance able to understand Spanish, there would be no way that you would have been able to interpret exactly what she said. The black limousine travels easily through the hustle and bustle of mid city traffic, like a black predator it travels smoothly and easily making its way through the mazes of cars like a scythe cutting through wheat. The atmosphere in the car had changed though, the air thick with the sexual tension between you and the maintainer. A heady cocktail mixture of perfume, pheromones, sweat and leftover chicken, its spicy remnants still eminent despite its lack of physical presence, its remainders nothing but a small pile of chicken bones and oil saturated boxes in which the chicken was served in. You peek out the corner of your eye catch the maintainer staring at you with lust. She is waiting. Waiting for you to make a first move. You slowly and deliberately slide your tongue out from between your lips, slowly licking around your lips in a slow deliberate movement. You know that the maintainer is looking at every single movement that you make, so you accentuate it, infusing it with as much sexual connotation as possible. She still waits there, watching you like a snake ready to pounce on its prey yet still waiting for an opportune moment. You slowly start to lick your fingers, one digit at a time, wrapping your long tongue around each digit as you enjoy the faint flavour of the chicken still present. You groan softly, so that she can see how much you are enjoying yourself. You hear her make a little noise and stop sucking your finger mid-digit, affixing your gaze directly at her, your face a picture of complete rapture and delight. Your tongue is completely extended licking your finger now as you watch her face for any signs of weakness. She stares as if transfixed by your tongue, she makes a little inward groan as she still stares at your tongue, long and pointed like that of a serpent. You have moved slowly towards her throughout all of this and now sit directly opposite her, there is less than half a foot separating you and her. "Go ahead" you whisper to the maintainer, "What's stopping you? You know you want me. Just as much as I want you." You feel all of her resistance crumble to rubble as she leans forward, taking your tongue into her mouth as she sucks on it hard, wrapping her lips around your tongue. You enjoy the taste of her mouth as your tongue slides along the top of her palate, licking at her own tongue as she too returns the favour, both of your tongues locked together in a passionate feud. You can taste the lust in her mouth as you feel her hands on your ass, your bodies grinding together as you feel her long nails against your denim jeans as she scratches, clutching and rubbing at your ass cheeks. Your hands reach behind her exploring underneath her shirt as you splay your hands across her back, rubbing up and down her back, trailing your fingers along her skin so that it gently scratches at her back. One of your hands finds her bra strap, unclasping the lock with one hand as your other hand explores down her jeans, your hand exploring and groping her firm ass, clutching at it with both of your hands as you slide your finger along her crack. You feel the car slow down to a halt, the driver knocking on the window partition separating the driver from the passenger, a signal letting the passenger know that they have arrived at the intended destination. The maintainer is the first to break the embrace, she dabs at some saliva from the corner of her mouth, sucking absently on it with her finger. "Come on, lets finish this off in the comfort of my room." The maintainer says grinning at you, as she suddenly stands up, extracting herself from your entwined limbs. You look up at her pouting. But she just returns your pout with one of her own, grinning cheekily offering you a hand to get up. You get up out of the air conditioned limo back out into the humidity, its thickness embracing you from all sides like a family gathering in an Italian family, you struggle to escape it by walking faster after the maintainer towards the air-conditioned luxury of her hotel suite. You notice out of the corner of your eye the limo moving off, silently like a predator smoothly entering back into the peak hour traffic like a shark cruising through the ocean. You wonder to yourself how much of the conversation the driver had heard going on between you and the maintainer. The thought of this fills you with a strange sense of uneasiness. You enter the maintainer's room, cool air blows from vents, the air conditioners working industriously throughout the complex. Her bed is huge, a king sized with light purple satin sheets. The bed is framed with pillars on all four sides of the bed, these pillars also support the roof which is composed of a thin material draped on all four sides of the pillar. Besides the bed is a small bucket of ice, except for the fact that there is no bottle on chill, strange you think to yourself, maybe the champagne is for later on. The maintainer turns around and looks you in the eye, but the atmosphere in the room is different now in comparison to the car, maybe it is just the air conditioner you think to yourself. It feels somewhat more... sinister. "Have you ever been in a situation where you have no control of what is going on? In the world of B&D it is sometimes referred to as stimuli depravation, but that usually involves blindfolds, I think that the situation would be more.... Memorable if the blindfold wasn't involved personally. What do you think Rachael? Have you ever been in a situation where you haven't been 100% in control?" The extreme casualness that she asks you this question surprise's the most, it is like she is telling you about a movie or talking about something that happened over the weekend. You detect no malice in her voice, rather that of a researcher telling their thesis about some new development that they had just discovered. "I am always in control, some may even call me a control freak!" you joke, trying to lighten the mood. "Really?" The maintainer replies, her lips curling back into a smirk "Wouldn't you find it more... memorable if you experienced a moment of pure ecstasy where you had no control over whatsoever?" You shrug your shoulders "I'm up for it, a little bit of experimentation never hurt anyone, sounds fun!" "Fun? Hmm excellent, although you might find that this game does require abit of trust. Do you trust me?" The maintainer warns. You feel a chill travel up your spine, what a strange question to ask. Do I trust the maintainer? You think to yourself. Surely if she was my enemy she would have killed me at any moment a long time ago. Yet there is still some uneasiness there... "Of course I trust you" you respond, not wanting to sound like a prude "I mean its not like this is a matter of life or death huh?" The maintainer remains silent although you do notice out of the corner of your eye her lips curling back into that smirk again. She beckons you onto the bed and you follow her onto the huge bed, you are just about to take off your clothes when the maintainer stops you. "Tut tut tut, you have no control over anything as of now ok? You got to play by the rules and do everything that I say ok?" "Uhmm ok" you reply. "Ok, now lie right here" she says patting a spot in the middle of the bed "Ok good, now I want you to lie flat on your back and spread them legs, but only to a position that's not too uncomfortable for you ok? Oh and take off them pants, leave your undies on though." You look at her quizzically, but follow what she says until you lie there in your shirt and undies. The maintainer then takes your leg and ties them to each of the posts with a piece of satin cord until both of your legs are secured on opposing posts, there is no way backing out now. She makes sure that the cords are not too tight before moving to your arms, tying them to the opposing top posts, so that you look pretty much like a starfish, all tied up with no control. She then moves the bucket of ice, which by this stage is pretty much a big solid chunk of ice directly next to your head, you can just feel the coolness emanate from the bucket. "Excellent!" the maintainer exclaims, I will be right back in a minute!" with that she jumps off the bed to find some music, pretty soon the sounds of dance fill the room, the bass in the song particularly prominent, it is quite loud but not deafeningly loud. It's the kind of music that would be used to mask out sounds you think to yourself, a slight chill travelling up your spine. The maintainer comes back with a packet of tea candles, she lights each one of them up and places them at strategic locations around the bed before shutting the curtains. "The neighbours are particularly nosy. Plus I want to create the atmosphere" she explains rather hastily. The candles light up the place providing a warm glow to the room easing you somewhat, this doesn't exactly look like a scene of crime you think to yourself. The maintainer stands at the base of the bed, waiting for the next song to start, it is a slow sexy song, the kind you would dance Latin style at clubs, grinding hips up against each other fully clothed. The maintainer slowly begins to strip, using the posts of the bed to slide up and down upon before revealing a small item of clothing. Slowly each item is removed, all in time to the beat, as she swings her hips from side to side, her breasts swinging pendulously in time with her body. Finally she stands before you fully clothed, as she plays her hands up and down her own body, like a lovers hand, mimicking exactly what you would be doing if you weren't tied up at the moment. You feel so wet at the moment, you're pussy quivering in time to your whole body. The heat emanating from your body is like a furnace, flushing your cheeks, your breath deepening as you squirm against the bonds. The maintainer sees all of this and smiles. Her white teeth gleaming brightly against the dim light provided by the candles. She stoops down to pick something off the floor and crawls onto the bed with it in her mouth, like a puppy dog returning its stick to its owner. You try and get a look at what it is that is in her mouth. It gleams dully against the dim light, which must mean that it is metal? Or metallic coloured? As she crawls closer slowly making her way to the base of your feet you can faintly see that it is long and silver, maybe a dildo? No it can't be you think to yourself, the end tapers into a... point. Your heart misses a beat, as your skin begins to crawl. Is this how I am going to die? You think to yourself. The maintainer can see you visibly shaking and tense, she smiles, an evil sadistic smile. "Now we can see how strong your trust is." She whispers from the base of your feet, taking the metal object out of her mouth and trailing it across your naked thigh. The object is cold and the point is sharp as you feel it scrap along the surface of your skin, the slightest exertion would cause it to drive through your skin easily. The maintainer reaches your thong, now wet from your juices, you are still turned on, but that is quickly getting replaced with fear as your heart rate triples, cold sweat beading off your breasts and forehead, as well as your underarm's and inner thigh. She slips the metal object underneath your thong and twists her wrist upwards quickly, the sharp end of the object cutting through the thin material with ease. Your breathing is quicker now as you struggle to breath, gasping in deep breaths of air to try and stay in control of the situation, staying conscious. "Abit scared are we? By now adrenaline should be surging through your body, mixing with your hormones triggered off by sexual stimulation, quite a cocktail of hormones there. What a rush!" the maintainer exclaims sliding the metal object underneath your shirt and ripping upwards, tearing half your shirt off. You jerk involuntarily, shocked by the suddenness of her movement a little cry escaping from your mouth. The maintainer begins to stroke your pussy with her free hand, her eyes still locked on you, gauging your reaction towards all of this. You bit your lip, but your body gives you away, a small groan escaping from your mouth before you can stop yourself, you are so wet that the juices from your pussy are trailing down your thigh. The maintainer sees all of this and smiles. "You like that don't you?" she says mounting you as she rubs herself ontop of you, leaning back, pussy on pussy. You feel your clit harden, rising from its hood as the maintainer also seems to be getting off from this. Her small pelvic grinds sending both of you into orgasmic ecstasy. The maintainer leans forward suddenly, sliding the metal object between your breasts and ripping upwards with ferocity, ripping the shirt to shreds, exposing your breasts fully to the cold atmosphere of the room. The suddenness of her action causes you to cry out again, not that anyone can hear you, the dance music drowning out any noise made by you or the maintainer. The maintainer smiles, sliding the metal object across your neck, its coldness freezing your blood on contact as she slowly slides it down your neck, pausing at your jugular vein, watching the vein standing upwards against the cool hard metal. Before sliding the object across your face and cheeks, enjoying the way you flinch, trying to get away from the object. Her hand snakes back down to between your thighs, rubbing your clit until your body moans again for more. Retaining her position from earlier. The maintainer mounts you again, the metal object still visibly clear in her left hand as she rubs herself up and down, teasing you until she can see that you are about to orgasm. The rubbing of her body against your clit causing waves of pleasure to spread throughout your body until you can't help yourself, moaning loudly as your body bucks to her riding, mimicking her movement to increase her tempo and friction. Just as your body is overwhelmed by an orgasm, the maintainer rises up, she too seems to be in the midst of an orgasm, her hand with the metal object high above her head as you let out a deep guttural orgasm "Oh....my GOOoDd!" the maintainer comes at the same time as you, suddenly her hand holding the metal object comes flashing down with incredible speed, all you see is a blur of movement. You close your eyes, fearing the inevitable. I hope it's a clean death you think to yourself. *CRUNCH* Shards of ice fly out at all directions from the bucket placed directly above your head, little cold needles of ice fly out, bouncing harmlessly off your skin. The maintainer lets go of the metal object after some time, her body too still shaking as much as yours as she is out of breath as well. You feel her mouth near your ear, whispering to you "Now wasn't that fun?" as she collapses ontop of you, the both of you exhausted. Gemma steps out of Jim Tang Vu's mansion after getting exactly what she wanted from inside. She steps back into the limo, which is still waiting for her. "Let's go visiting" she says grinning sadistically. To be continued...