Date: Tue, 13 May 2003 09:34:20 +0000 From: Dark _deception Subject: Dark Fantasy Part 15 You wake up, thankfully you are not tied up anymore, as you stretch your body fully stretching your back like a cat after a nap. You feel your vertebrae pop and crackle as you stretch your back outwards. You rub your wrists, they are not sore, the soft satin fabric providing you with sufficient padding, but the memories of last night still play back in your mind over and over. Like a never-ending nightmare. Repeating itself like a broken record. You get up out of bed stretching your weary muscles. On the bedside table is a note, picking it up you read it: Hey Rach, Thanks for last night; it was certainly a night that I shall never forget for a long time. I have to do a few business errands so will not be around for a while. Please feel free to stay here for as long as you want my limo driver Paul will take you wherever you want to go. If you would like to meet up again, I have some important information, which may help to 'jog' your memory. Meet me at the old warehouse, it's on the corner of Marina Parade and George St. at 5pm tomorrow. Hope to see you soon. Love always The Maintainer. My what a strange note you think to yourself. A warehouse? Isn't that an awfully odd place to meet somebody at? Oh well, perhaps the location has something to do with my earlier days before I lost my memory. But do I trust the maintainer with my life I wonder? Your grumbling stomach brings you back to reality as you dismiss your thoughts on this matter, grabbing a bathrobe you hastily wrap it around your naked frame. Now where is the food kept in this place? Policeman#2 (Tony see Dark fantasy part 13) layed back on his bed still fully clothes in his police outfit from the set of the film. In the background NIN is playing, the lyrics of Mr self-destruct drowning out any noise coming from outside. 'I am the voice inside your head and I control you I am the lover in your bed and I control you I am the sex that you provide and I control you' The lyrics of the song provide him with some kind of remission from this god-forsaken world. Whoever said that blood runs thicker than water should be shot. Jim's relationship with Tony was particularly close even though they were only cousins. Tony being the younger cousin always looked up to his big cuz. Jim's sudden almost overnight rise to fame had happened so fast that it had shocked many people. Causing many friends to be lost, and also new friendships to be forged based solely on his celebrity status. But not Tony, he saw Jim's aspirations and fully supported him. Even working on set without any pay whilst he was still in his earlier amateur days as a film director. Working double shifts as an unpaid actor on his brothers sets whilst working at the local 7-11 during the night. All that of course changed as soon as he met that bitch Gemma. Oh how he had hated her for what she did to his brother, but he was also clearly fascinated by her body, much like every other male on this planet he thought to himself; especially when she wore that white dress. Fantasising about somebody he hated so much was a disturbing thought at first, but Tony had accustomed himself to it over time, he was able to separate his emotions from lesser things such as lust. Separating emotions from his work was one of the main prerequisites, after all it was not making love, they were just doing a job. He tried to warn his brother against her, but he was so easily seduced by her ways. Her sexy body and that tight ass were more than enough to turn best friends into enemies. This afternoon was the last straw though, an illustration of how far he had fallen since the start of it all. A downward spiral so to speak, how ironic. If only his brother had listened to him. A knock on the door diverted his attention, grumbling underneath his breath he got up out of bed turning down the music he padded towards the door. 'I drag you down I use you up Mr self destruct' Tony opened the door and reeled back in horror as if some unseen force had just struck him. Standing there in the doorway was Gemma; she was dressed in a short white dress. Like a wolf in sheep's clothing. That dress. His sole weakness. All the colour drained from his face as his knees trembled. His mind conjured up fantasies against his will, as he tried to think straight through all of this. Rationally. Why? "I hope you don't treat all of your visitors the way you just did to me, I had to double check that I wasn't a leper for a minute there, or a crazy psychotic killer wasn't behind me about to stab me to death." Gemma said smiling cheerily. "Yo.. y-yu- YOU!..." Tony said backing away from the door too fast, resulting in him falling on his butt, his finger still pointed at her. Pointing accusingly. All the colour had drained from his face, as he was looking decidedly pale. Gemma checked herself to see if indeed it was her that Tony was pointing at. "Well yes Tony it is me, are you going to invite me inside anytime within the next century? My butt is freezing out here you know." "Wha- what do you want from me?" Tony said whimpering, as if he were face to face with the dark lord himself. "Get up off the floor silly! I came here to Apologise! I realised how much of a bitch I was on the set and I talked to your cousin, he agreed to GIVE YOU YOUR JOB BACK! I'm really sorry about all that, I came over to tell you in person and t-to show you how sorry I am..." Gemma said taking a step towards him, getting down on all fours to crawl over to where he was on the floor. Gemma rolled her eyes, god this guy is a moron, do I have to spell everything out in black and white?? I hope this dress doesn't get dirty from this floor from all this. Gemma looked up at him again, giving him a look of pure untainted innocence. "Really!?!" Tony countered; he had regained his composure now but was still on the floor. Gemma nodded her head smiling warmly as she continued to crawl over to him. Her handbag dragging behind her like a leashed dog forced against its will. Tony's hatred towards Gemma dissipated as he saw that look in her eyes; that look of longing. "Well then.... How exactly are you going to apologise to me?" Tony said looking back at Gemma, a dopey look in his eyes as he drank in her sight with his eyes. "I can think of a few ways myself..." Gemma said, reaching him finally, climbing ontop of him, until she was face to face with him. "Cool... lemme just get..." Tony said climbing up almost toppling Gemma off the top of him. Gemma responded by clamping her thighs around his waist. Tony grinned standing up, his powerful thighs quivering only slightly by the exertion. Carrying Gemma he walked confidently through the house; to the bedroom. As he walked past the stereo, Gemma reached out, flicking the volume louder. "I love this song...." she replied smiling maliciously, winking at him. 'I am the hate you try to hide and I control you' Tony mistakenly mistakes Gemma's grin for friendliness and smiles back, his mind is already in the bedroom fantasising what will happen, no camera's, no pressure, no time limit, no schedules, make-up, camera crew, observers. Nobody, just him and Gemma with all the time in the world. They reached the bedroom with the music pumping out loudly in the background. Tony was already feeling randy, his cock already erect and straining against his policeman-style pants. Tony stooped down towards Gemma, kissing her awkwardly and clumsily; Gemma righted him, running her tongue along her lips, kissing him back. Softly at first but with increased fervour as the mood overtook her, her tongue discreetly probing between his lips to taste him. Slipping in and out, as her hands busied herself on his shirt, pulling off the stud buttons in one satisfying rip. POP POP POP. His shirt now lay on the ground as the last remnants of the button came undone fully. Tony's hands busied himself, attempting to unzip Gemma's dress from the back, struggling. What an oaf, Gemma thought to herself, look at him pawing at me like some kind of bear, do I have to do everything myself? Gemma manoeuvred herself so that Tony's pawing hands came across the zipper, hidden. He finally comprehended and undid the dress; Gemma slipped the dress over her head. She was completely naked underneath. Tony gulped noisily, such exquisite beauty. Her small dark nipples stood out erect against her full firm breasts. Her perfectly tanned body, not an ounce of fat, as her legs gripped the back of Tony, her ankles locked. Her eyes were green, wild and reptilian in nature, this was not the kind of person that you would mess with. Such wild uncaptured beauty. Tony ripped off his pants with one tug, the velcro sides ripping free from each other in one go. These pants were made for one purpose. Quick removal. Placing his hands at strategic places on Gemma's body he plucked her legs free from his body like she were a rag doll. In one fluid movement he flipped her so that her face was now facing his crotch and her crotch was facing his face. His huge bear like hands wrapped themselves around the small of her back supporting her whilst her legs wrapped themselves around the nape of his neck. Her shaven mound lay glistening in front of him, her pink lips slightly moist reflecting against the dim light of the bedroom. He bent his head, taking her into his mouth as he tongued her loins, her juices all over his chin as he continued to lick at her unrelentingly, spreading her lips apart as her juices oozed out. He lapped at her like a thirsty dog at a water bowl; his thirst was unquenchable as she squirmed against him, her legs locking themselves against his head. Supporting herself on her elbows she grasped his cock in both of her hands as she started to suck lavishly at it. Swirling her tongue around his head before bobbing her head up and down his shaft her tongue expertly flicking up and down his shaft in time to her bobbing head. Gemma felt Tony moan, she didn't hear him moan but rather felt him as his tongue was already deep inside of her, the vibrations travelling up her spine sending shivers of pleasure up along with it. Gemma felt Tony's tongue slide up against her clit, his coarse tongue tickling and stimulating her as she moaned out loud, sucking on his cock harder and locking her ankles behind his head, drawing her pussy closer to his mouth. Ah Tony... your finally doing something right for once, Gemma thought to herself smiling as her orgasm overtook her, her muscles contracting, as her hips bucked against his mouth and tongue. Pleasure; the most addictive drug of all. Tony was close to cumming as well but withdrew from Gemma's unrelenting wanton tongue, plucking her off his shoulders and righting her the right way up. 'I am the pusher, I'm the whore and I control you I am the need you have for more and I control you' He manoeuvred himself behind her, bending her over the bed so that her head lay in the thick mattress doona. Positioning himself from a high angle he rammed into her, his cock, still moist from Gemma's saliva sliding into her fluidly as her juices trickled out from between her lips, a thin trail meandering down her leg as he continued to fuck her. Gemma felt his cock deep inside her and spread apart her legs, pushing her arse further in the air to enable deeper penetration, it felt so good. *Slap* Before Gemma could say anything Tony's hand came down in a blurring arc again *Slap* only to come into contact with Gemma's ass. His large bear like hands leaving large red handprints as he continued to ride her, Gemma groaned out loudly, the stinging sensation felt good as more endorphin's were stimulated as a result of the pain, flooding her senses with pleasure. Gemma could feel Tony coming close to orgasm, as his breathing became coarse and irregular, his rhythm increasing as his hands grabbed the side of her hips. As if his hips were bucking out of control. Gemma was close to orgasming the second time as she spread her lips apart further with one of her hands, the other stimulating her clitoris, her body moving in time to Tony. Moving towards him as he entered her and away as he withdrew. Tony came inside Gemma, as she felt him shoot shot after shot of his hot cum against her, triggering another orgasm from Gemma as her cervix muscles contracted wildly against Tony's ejaculating rod. He laid there, still inside her until he grew limp, the pleasure subsiding as he slowly regained his breath, rolling off her he got up, putting on his robe he walked into the kitchen. Gemma rolled over watching him as he entered the kitchen. Gemma rolled off the bed, looking around until she found what she wanted; her handbag. She reached into her bag and withdrew a cigarette and lit it, getting up she walked into the bathroom she opened up the vanity underneath the sink and looked around until she found what she wanted, unscrewing the cap she took it out. She walked back into the bedroom, with the bottle in her hand, Tony was in bed with two cups of coffee. Seeing her he smiled, arching an eyebrow when he saw her hand with the bottle in it. Thinking nothing of it he leant over to the empty side of the bed putting the cup of coffee on the table. As he was leaning over to put her cup of coffee on the table Gemma threw the bottle at Tony, the cheap plastic bottle arced gracefully in the air, spilling its deadly liquid everywhere, bouncing off Tony's head saturating him in the liquid. The pungent odour of methylated spirits filled the room, as Tony flew back surprised as the bottle hit him square in the head, causing him to spill his coffee onto his front and crotch, the blistering hot coffee instantly scalding him. Tony yelped in pain as he held onto his crotch, he was saturated in methylated spirits too, as well as the bed. Gemma stood silently at the foot of the bed. Tony looked fearfully up at Gemma, a look of fear mixed with anger and confusion in his eyes. "You know Tony, you should never take up smoking.... Its such a bad habit. Especially in bed, do you know why?" Gemma said, smiling at him warmly. "W-Wh-why?" Tony said, his eye's wide and fearful. "Bec-a-u-s-e you could start a..... fire" Gemma said smiling, as she finished off her cigarette. Flicking her still lit butt at Tony. The butt sailed across the room to land at the foot of Tony. Tony tried to move away but was too late, the liquid fumes from the methylated spirits, more than enough to ignite the small remaining spark from the butt. Instantly Tony was engulfed by fire as the flames ignited with the methylated spirits, his screaming flailing body drowned out by the roaring fire, which now was engulfing his whole body and spreading to the sheets. Gemma coolly reached into her handbag withdrawing the silenced 45. Beretta, the handle was wrapped in cloth as she extracted it from her bag expertly without touching it. She fired off a round, hitting Tony in the head, ending his misery. She found her dress and slipped into it. Despite the fire spreading in the background only 5 feet away, she was calm. Adjusting her dress and shoes she walked away, bag in hand, out the house to the awaiting limousine which still waited at the side of the street in full public view. She threw the gun in the bushes next to the house, untouched by her and the fire but with important fingerprint evidence. The black limousine slowly took off just as the neighbours started to investigate what was going on, the thick black smoke coiling out of the house as the fire started to spread through the other rooms. Nobody saw Gemma enter or leave the premises. The only thing that the neighbours saw as they urgently called the fire department was the black limousine leaving the house shortly after the accident, one of many black limousines owned and licensed under Jim Tang Vu's name. 'I am the bullet in the gun I am the truth from which you run I am the silencing machine I am the end of all your dreams And I control you' To be continued...