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Pulling up my skirt, I stood and pressed my crotch to his face. I was ready to have him return the favor and I wasn’t afraid to be aggressive about it. I felt him smiling into my pussy as he began to lick me—my panties, after all, had been destroyed and I had gone without underwear all day. His hot, hungry tongue licked me fast and deep, almost urgently, digging into my wetness and cleaving through my pussy, teasing me, delighting me. I whimpered and groaned, grinding my pussy into his face, into his hot mouth, savoring the way he tickled my clit with his tongue before pressing hard against me and firing waves of pleasure through my hips, through my belly, and up throughout my entire body. I was getting close and I was loving every second of it.

I noticed him getting hard again and I knew I would be his to fuck once I came, so I tried to hold off for as long as possible—not because I didn’t want him inside of me. Oh, no, I wanted that desperately. Rather, I wanted to make him wait. I wanted him frustrated. I wanted to cover him with my scent, cover this huge beast of a man, whom I loved, whom I had made mine in a way, just as he had made me his, I wanted to make him want me as much as I wanted him. I would tease him until his desires couldn’t be contained and then I would reap the reward: his hungry, desperate fucking.

Finally, I came, squealing and almost falling over as my pussy gushed over his face. Vladimir pushed me down and climbed on top of me, spreading my legs wide and driving his cock into my wet, juicy depths. I gasped and moaned as he pounded me, the sex fast and desperate, the best kind. Even though I hadn’t been a virgin for less than twenty-four hours, I felt like I already knew quite a bit about sex, quite a bit about what it meant to be fucked hard, to please a man and be pleased by a man. After all, I had been taken hard by nearly an entire biker gang in one night.

Finally, I felt Vladimir groan, his body tremble and quake. His cock shuddered inside of me, as did his muscles, and he released himself, his cum splashing out of his thick cock, filling me up. I felt so pleasantly full as he came inside of me, so warm and happy. I moaned as I took his cum, spreading my legs wide and letting my hungry cunt devour his seed.

We lay there, in each other’s embrace, our afterglow continuing to burn long after the fire fizzled out.

Disappearance

The next morning, I awoke in his arms. God, but I felt so warm, so safe and secure in them… Do you remember having a security blanket as a child? This felt like the adult version of that: wrapped up in his strength, in his passion, feeling so perfectly calm and relaxed, knowing that I was protected…

Indeed, I was protected. Protected by all the members of the Jester Kings, after all. It somehow felt right that Vladimir had shared me with all of them. I can’t explain it in normal words but you’ve just got to take my word for it: the feeling of community that they shared, that bound them together, it now flowed through me. I was the vessel in which they made their communion.

Yet, I still belonged to Vladimir. I knew that and I felt it deep in my bones, in every fiber of my aching, well-fucked body.

My lips found their way over to his neck and I began to kiss him, starting to suckle gently at his flesh, nibbling a bit at his neck. He murmured dreamily and awoke, blinking in slight confusion.

“’Morning, sleepy head,” I said cutely, planting a hot kiss on his lips. He returned my kiss slowly, sleepily, teasing and biting at my lips before pushing me away.

“I’ve got to take you back to your parents. This is wrong.”

My eyes widened. My heart began to pound in my chest and I felt tears started to well up, threatening to burst into life like a Dutch dam, just barely held together by a single intrepid little Dutch boy…

“What?!” I all but screamed. “You… You can’t send me back. After all that happened.”

“I know. But I have to. It’s not right… What we did to you. What I did to you.”

My brow wrinkled in disappointment and distaste. Who was he to say what right and wrong was?

“You’re going to get caught up in the crime. You’re not of this life,” Vladimir said, shaking his head, sighing. “It was wrong to bring you into this. Like I said last night… You’ve got a life. That’s the difference between you and me.”

“But I don’t want that life. I want this life. Here. With you. Wherever you are.”

“No. That’s final.”

He got up to head over to his bike but I threw my arms around his legs, pulling him to the ground and straddling him.

“No!” I cried. “That’s not how this ends…” I all but screamed in his face, slapping him ineffectually. My light, ineffective and untrained blows were nothing to him, I’m sure, but he politely pretended to wither under my pathetic assault.

I was becoming hysterical. I was becoming “one of those girls.” But I didn’t care. I didn’t want this dream to end. I wouldn’t let this dream end.

“No, babe,” Vladimir growled, catching my hands finally, holding them still, immobilizing them. I felt humiliated by his skill and by the tears rolling down my cheeks, by the burning, embarrassed flush in my face. “This is how it ends. Just pretend it was all a dream.”

“No! No! No!” I screamed as he wrapped his legs around me, using a fancy wrestling move to flip me and pin me beneath him. I sobbed as he produced something from the pocket of his leather jacket—a syringe?! The last thing I remembered was the syringe digging into my hot flesh, my heart pounding, and then everything went black.

Re-Awakening

“Londyn… Londyn… Londyn…”

My eyes fluttered open. For a few moments, I saw nothing except hot white light: imagine those golden Christmas lights, but without the individual points, the light bulbs: just the glow of a golden Christmas tree.

“Londyn…”

“Where… Vladimir… What…”

“Londyn…”

I turned my head right and then left. Had I gone blind?

No, I hadn’t. Gradually, with each passing second, the lights, the glow, it all coalesced into shapes. There was a nurse. She bent over me, her motherly face, wrinkled with concern for me, coming into the field of my vision. She smelled vaguely of flowers—normally, I would have thought the scent too sweet but now, under the circumstances, it seemed comforting.

“Where am I?”

The nurse’s face broke into a smile. “You’re in a hospital, Londyn. You’re fine. Don’t worry.”

And then, in a rush, the events of the past day came flooding into my mind. I remember Vladimir. I remembered the Jester Kings. I remembered Mr. Wilson, his forehead bleeding with the words, an eternal condemnation, burnt into his flesh.

“No… Where are they? Where’s Vladimir?”

“Who? Who, sweetheart?”

“Vladimir? The Jester Kings?”

The nurse frowned.

“I’ll take it from here, Ms. Garret,” said a voice from just outside my field of vision. I glanced around and then my eyes, still unfocused after the effects of whatever Vladimir had given me to knock me out, focused on the figure in the corner. It was a middle aged man, wearing a hideous sweater vest, with a huge bandage wrapped around his forehead.

Mr. Wilson.

“Would you give us a few moments to talk before Londyn’s parents arrive?” Mr. Wilson asked the nurse, smiling politely. “I’d like to explain to her what happened—after all, I have a degree in counseling and I know Londyn better than any of her teachers.”

“Oh, of course. I’ll be down the hall if you need anything.”

And before I could protest, before I could sound my disapproval or beg, beg against all hope, for the nurse not to leave me alone with that monster, she glided out of the room, as if nothing were wrong, as if nothing could ever be wrong here in this clean, white hospital room, filled with teddy bears, balloons, and smelling of sweet artificial flowers and perfume.

“Do you like the gifts your classmates sent you?” Mr. Wilson asked casually, making his way to me from across the room. He walked slowly, with a limp—did I give him that or was that Vladimir’s work? I couldn’t remember. My memory was all a hazy mush.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I demanded finally, finding my voice. I raised my hand to feel around, see what I was attached to—several machines, several series of tubes, all beeping and booping. “How the hell did I end up here?”

“It seems your biker friends drugged you and raped you. They left you for dead on the side of the road. Not exactly what you expected, was it?”

Tears came to my eyes.

“No… That’s not how it happened…” I whimpered, trying to hold back the water works, though I doubted I would succeed for long, as long as that bastard was in the room.

“Isn’t it? You can’t argue with the basic facts, Londyn,” Mr. Wilson said, as if bored, picking up a teddy bear whose sweater announced “Get Well Soon!”

“But… But… Vladimir wouldn’t do that to me… He just wanted me to be safe.”

“Oh, is that what he told you, Londyn?!” Mr. Wilson all but spat at me. “I gave you ever chance, every opportunity… I watched you ever day, growing up before me, waiting for my chance to show you how much you mean to me… And you spurn me, Londyn Grant. You spat on me and my feelings.”

He tore the bandage from his forehead. The tattoo was obviously becoming infected: it had bloomed into a bloody, swollen mess.

“And now, this is what I’m left with! Why shouldn’t I destroy you, Londyn? Why shouldn’t I tell your parents everything you did with those bastards? Why shouldn’t I kill your chances at a community college, let alone an Ivy League school? If you want to have a life now… You had better beg me. You had better beg me to have mercy on you.”

I began to sob softly, shaking my head.

“No, no, no… Go away… Fuck… Fuck you!”

“Have it your way, Londyn.”

Mr. Wilson began to undo his belt buckle. My eyes widened and I flailed my hand out to hit the call button, trying to summon the nurse. But Mr. Wilson was surprisingly, terrifyingly fast. He caught my hand and forced it onto his cock. I cried out as my fingers involuntarily closed around his hard, throbbing tool.

“This is what you wanted all along, you whore…” Mr. Wilson growled.

“No… No…” I cried out, trying to pull away from him but he wouldn’t let me. He grabbed me by the hair, tearing tubes out of me as he forced himself on me. I cried out again, hoping against hope that somehow, someone would hear, would intervene.

And wouldn’t you know it? I got my wish.

Savior

The sound of a gun being cocked interrupted Mr. Wilson’s assault. I felt his body go numb—I swear it went cold and he lost his erection almost immediately, his cock shriveling up practically into a ball in terror.

“You’ve got a five second head start,” a very familiar voice growled. Mr. Wilson shifted to the left and I saw my savior, standing in the doorway, a bouquet of one dozen roses hanging down, pointed at the ground, in his left hand while a revolver, clutched in his right hand and trembling ever so slightly in rage, was leveled at Mr. Wilson.

It was Vladimir. I almost didn’t recognize him: he had cleaned himself up, shaven, gotten a haircut, even thrown together a second hand suit—all to come visit me? What the hell was going on?

“You… You’ll hang for what you did to her!” Mr. Wilson all but screamed. But his voice faltered halfway through the sentence and he finished it in a shy whisper.

“Then you’ll hang with me, you son of a bitch,” Vladimir growled. “My men are at your apartment. They’re ransacking it right now. I suggest you go back, gather whatever belongings you can carry, and high tail it out of town.”

“W-what?!”

“Did you hear me?!” Vladimir growled once more. In a daze, Mr. Wilson glided out of the room, looking just about ready to fall over any second.

“You came for me…” I whispered, tears coming to my eyes. But these tears, these were entirely different from the ones that fell from my eyes when Mr. Wilson was assaulting me, confronting me and accusing me. These tears now? These were tears of love, of redemption, and reconciliation. These were happy tears, in short.

“I heard from a friend here at the hospital that they had brought you in…” Vladimir said sheepishly, blushing ever so slightly as he holstered his pistol inside his jacket. He had one of those side holsters that cops and undercover detectives wear. I had always found them dead sexy. “It sounds like you might have had a bad reaction to the thing I gave you to knock you out… It was only supposed to knock you out for an hour or two.”

“How long have I been out for?”

“About two days. Your parents are on their way. It sounds like they only just identified you. I came as soon as I could but it looks like that bastard got here first… I’m sorry, Londyn. I never wanted it to happen like this.”

I shook my head.

“No, no, it’s fine… You saved me.”

“No, don’t you see? It was my fault that you were even in this position. This, Londyn… This is exactly why you should stay away from us. This is exactly why you should stay away from… me.” His face fell as he spoke, like a doctor delivering bad news to a terminally ill patient. I shook my head, tears flinging themselves from my eyes.

“No… No… I can’t go back to my old life. Don’t you understand? Haven’t you ever felt like you don’t fit somewhere?”

And then, I noticed him twitching. Of course—the suit. He wasn’t exactly the suit wearing type. I could tell how miserable he was in that thing—how it seemed to chafe and tug in all the wrong places, confine his muscular body when all he wanted, all he needed… was to be free.

“It’s like you, in that suit…” I said finally. “You can’t stand it, can you?”

“Hate it,” he said, with a grim smile.

“That’s how I am. That’s how I’ve always been with my life. It feels like… like it doesn’t fit. I’ve just been looking for a way to break free. Or something to break me free. I need my jail break, Vladimir… And you’re my jail breaker.”

He looked at me hard, his gaze stern one moment and then soft the next, as if he were waging an internal battle behind those gorgeous eyes of his. Finally, he set the flowers down on the table next to me and started towards the door.

“No, don’t go!” I started to cry out. I couldn’t bear to see him walk out of my life, to lose him again.

But instead of continuing out into the corridor, he just shut the door to the hospital room. With a click, it locked.

He turned and sloughed off the jacket. He stripped off his tie and tossed both articles on the floor.

“How are you feeling?” he asked me with a devilish grin, starting to unbutton his shirt.

“Ready,” I said, returning his grin as I flung off the light hospital blanket. All I had on were the thin hospital robes: beneath them, I was totally naked. I already felt my body waking up, excited for what was coming next.

His shirt joined the jacket and tie on the floor and he advanced on me, his powerful upper body completely visible to me. I couldn’t help but melt a little bit, remembering the feeling of being ensconced in those strong, muscular arms, inhaling his powerful, manly scent…

He climbed into bed with me, and wrapped his arms around me, kissing me hard as he slid his hands up underneath the hospital robe, his strong, powerful, worn palms running over my hot, soft skin.

“Oh, god, yes…” I whimpered in spite of myself, hoping that the nurse couldn’t somehow hear my whimpers and moans as Vladimir’s fingers found their way in between my legs.  “Please…”

“Please what?”

“Fuck me,” I growled, spreading my legs and giving him access to my pink little hole. Of course, he had already explored every part of me in whole, but it was still exciting for me to feel his fingers gliding over my slit, getting me wetter and wetter with each passing second.

He forced my hospital gown up, and began to undo his pants, his fingers trembling with passion and desire. It was cute to see how badly he wanted it. Finally, I reached out and undid his belt for him, tossing it to the side and gasping as his hard cock sprang into view. He definitely had Mr. Wilson beat.

I wrapped my legs around his powerful torso and gasped as I felt his cock pressing against my wet little slit. I shifted around, whimpering as I tried to fit him inside of me. Had I really gotten so tight again in the last few days?

And then, he penetrated me with one fell swoop. I threw my head back and gasped in pleasure and delight as he buried his cock inside of me.

“Oh, god, baby! Vladimir! You’re so deep!”

“That’s right, Londyn,” he whispered in my ear. “I’m inside of you. I’m deep inside of you.”

“You’re fucking me…”

And with that, he slid his cock out of me before slamming it back into me. Faster and faster he pumped me, drawing thicker and thicker whimpers from my lips as he ground his dick into me. My pussy gripped hungrily at his cock, massaging it and milking it as he powered his way into me.

“Harder! Harder!” I all but screamed, thrashing in bed beneath him. “Please, I need it so bad…”

I didn’t care who heard me. I didn’t care if the doctors and nurses and patients outside thought I was being murdered. I loved having Vladimir inside of me, feeling his hot breath wash over me as he fucked me, feeling his muscles strain and work as he pounded me.

With each thrust, his crotch glided into my clit, driving me wilder and wilder. God, I wanted it so bad. I wanted him to make me cum. I wanted to cum on his cock. I felt like a little girl, losing her virginity all over again—though, now that I thought of it, I had just lost my virginity to him not too long ago…

“Please…” I whimpered, thrusting my hips up to meet him. He grunted and sighed as he fucked me, his cock twitching inside of me. God, but I loved the way his cock rubbed the sides of my pussy, the way it glided into my hole, rubbing against the walls of my tight love canal.

“Oh, god, I’m getting close,” he moaned, kissing me hard and trailing hot, searing kisses down my cheek, down my neck, tearing and tugging at my collar bone as I felt his cock ready to blow.

I squeezed my eyes closed, crying out as my own orgasm washed over me. I didn’t even had the voice to announce it—I just trusted that he would know by the way my body writhed, by the way my fingers gripped and tore at his skin, driving my nails into his flesh. Oh, god, I can’t even describe how good it was—the best, most powerful orgasm of my life, my pussy convulsing around his thick, throbbing cock…

And that must have been enough to get him off, because moments later, I felt his dick spraying his hot seed into my womb, filling me up. I didn’t care what happened now. I just wanted to feel him empty his seed into me…

With a groan, he collapsed into bed next to me.

“So, I’m coming with you?” I said, in between gasps. It wasn’t exactly a question, but it also wasn’t a statement.

“That’s right.” Vladimir took a deep breath and grinned at me, finally. “You’re coming with me, kiddo.”