Taken In The Night: Bred in Darkness Episode One

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Bred in Darkness Episode One: Taken in the Night

The frat boy pushed up against her, thrusting into her with vehemence.  Suddenly, without any warning at all, she felt his cock grow huge inside of her and he shouted “Oh Fuck!  I’m coming!  I’m coming.” 
Jesus, already?
  Vera sighed even as she moved her hips over him. 
What was that, two and a half fucking minutes? 
She climbed off of him, and the guy actually looked smug like he’d performed some perfect oratorio on her pussy.  She shook her head and stepped naked out of the room and back to the frat party.

A few weeks ago, Vera had her life planned perfectly.  She studied for hours, days on end.  Her grades, her internships, and her extra-curricular works had developed a pre-degree resume that would put her on track to challenge Donald Trump’s net worth in only a few years.  Something had happened to her, though.  For a week, she had to motivate herself to study by promising herself pick-up sex when she finished.  For the last week, she hadn’t bothered to make the deal but just left her books behind, fueled by an absolute need to fuck, not to make love, to fuck.

Three jocks stood in the hallway drinking beer from plastic cups.  She pointed at the one she liked best and said, “Come in here and fuck me.”  The boy’s eyes grew wide, and he almost tripped as he rushed to her.  She took him by the hand, walked him into the room and told the boy who still lay on the bed to get out.  To the newcomer, she said, “Take your clothes off.”  He obeyed.  Of course he obeyed.  Vera was tall and slender and had jet black hair that hung in waves all the way down to her ass.  Her ass was perfect, heart shaped and tight.  Her breasts were large and natural, and her pussy was bright pink, with small lips that looked like the long petals of an orchid.

She’d worked hard on her body with long hours of early morning jogs, long hours of hair brushing, and long hours of moisturizers, exfoliates, and resistance exercises.  She worked on her body the way she worked on everything in her life.  From an early age, she knew she was smarter and better than everyone around her.  She also knew, though, that she would have to work twice as hard as the men in school and eventually the office to be treated equally.  She rarely used the power she had over men as she was right now, but the frat party was at a campus eighty miles from her own law school, and she figured it was worth it.

The frat boy was naked now, and she pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top of him.  She realized as he pushed inside of her that she’d forgotten to put a condom on him, but she figured she’d get herself off and then finish him with her mouth anyway.  She moved on top of him and felt her frustration ebbing.  She needed this.  She’d spent long hours studying and working on midterm projects.  The boy wasn’t bad.  He reached up with his hands and teased her nipples with his fingertips.  She could feel the stress disappearing.  As soon as she left the party she was heading to New Orleans for Mardi Gras, and the idea of being relaxed for the six hour drive had led to the stop at the party.  The boy pinched a nipple, and she squirmed.  She felt it close in on her, and then she was coming, feeling the orgasm break over her in waves.

As she fucked him, she realized he’d probably never had a woman take control of him like that.  She didn’t mind, though, and loved when she was in control.  As she felt her orgasm subsiding, she moved off of him and attacked his cock with her mouth.  She was satisfied now, and she just wanted to finish so she could leave.  She moved deeply, pushed her mouth down and felt him pushing against the back of her mouth.  She forced herself to move deeper and felt his cock pushing into her throat.  She reached up and caressed his balls, sucking rhythmically.   Again, with no warning, a frat boy came inside of her.  She gulped it down, still stroking his balls, and when he stopped coming she pulled her mouth off and stood up. 

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and then got dressed silently.  She ignored the “Fuck, that was amazing!” from the boy and walked out of the room, down the hall, through the living room, and to her car.  As she started the car, she realized she could still taste him in her mouth.  She considered stopping by her apartment to shower before she left, but she decided to just shower at the motel in New Orleans.  She didn’t know why her sex drive had jumped lately.  It was like some kind of switch had turned on this semester.  She’d always been active, but lately…she’d traveled (always off of her own campus) to bars, frat houses, sorority houses, and anywhere else she could find a willing partner.  She’d practically devoured them.  It was bizarre, the way the need had grown.

The miles passed by slowly, and she listened to classic rock and thought of the fun she’d have at Mardi Gras.  She loved guessing about which man would ask for which things for her to earn beads.  She had it down to an art.  Most of the time, she could guess if a man would ask for her to bare her breasts or her ass or even when one would be adventurous enough to try for a touch or a kiss.  A few hours later, she was hungry and tired, so she stopped at a truck stop with a diner, filled up the car, and stepped inside.

She found a booth in the corner and ordered chicken fried steak and eggs from the nice-looking but tired middle aged woman who took her order.  The woman left and returned with a soda, and that was the point at which she first noticed the man sitting at the counter.  He sipped from a beer but had no food in front of him.  He had a shock of sandy blonde hair and a perfect, compelling face, but what stood out most about him was the impeccable way he was dressed.  He wore Italian slacks and a silk shirt.  His navy sports coat and leather shoes rounded out the outfit, and she figured he had more than $1500 worth of clothing on his body.

He was out of place.  All throughout the diner were truckers and travelers like herself.  There was no possible reason for a man dressed like that to be in a place like this.  He was also damned fine looking.  She’d just coaxed an orgasm for herself out of two frat boys, but she felt herself suddenly attracted to him and filled with need.  And as he looked at her, her body responded in ways she usually controlled others.  She found herself involuntarily excited.  She knew the value of sex, the value of the physical tension relief of a powerful orgasm, but she rarely desired sex as more than stress relief.  His gaze, though brought her thoughts to sex.  She replayed her actions with the frat boys. 

A different lady than the one with whom she had placed her order brought her food.  This girl was shorter, stockier with red hair.  "Is everything looking good" the chunky redhead asked with a slight Southern drawl.  "Yea, fine." she responded robotically as she felt his gaze at her nipples, and they hardened.  She felt it between her legs, and it felt like both frat boys were inside of her at once.  She felt herself growing more and more overwhelmed with the desire.  She took a piece of toast and smeared strawberry jam on it.  It took every ounce of control to keep from moving her hips.  She literally felt the cocks still inside of her, felt them moving.  He still stared.  She brought the toast to her lips and took a bite.  The tart and sweet jelly hit her tongue and she came.

It took her completely by surprise, the feeling of desire almost as intense as any orgasm and then an orgasm itself that crashed against her with a power and a strength she’d never before experienced.  She sat, paralyzed, as wave and wave of pleasure poured itself onto her body.   When her muscles finally allowed her to move, she took a sip of coffee, her hand shaking, dropped a twenty on the table, and walked carefully out of the diner.  She never took her eyes off of the man until she reached the door and stepped outside.  The cool air was torture on her nipples, which were still rock hard and sensitive.

He stood in front of her door.  It was impossible, but he leaned against her car and smiled at her.  She stood there, feeling panic begin to well up.  He held out his hand.  “Come with me.”  She felt the command like a vice grip in her mind. Vera took his hand without a word.  He led her to a large tour bus in a truck parking space.  It was the kind of bus she’d seen rock stars driven around in on MTV.  He opened the door, and gestured for her to step inside.  Even though it went against every ounce of her being her feet moved forward anyway.

There were two more men inside.  They wore large leather coats, but even through them, she could tell they were both well-muscled.  She glanced at them as she was led past.  They ignored her but nodded at the man who led her.  She felt like she should greet them, but no words came.  She noticed some kind of tribal tattoo design licking its way up their necks from under their colors. The man was behind her now, and he turned her around.  “Go into the bedroom in the back, take off your clothes, and wait on the bed for me.”  She felt herself breathe in deeply preparing for an indignant response.  But the response never came.  Instead, she nodded and walked numbly to the back.

There was a full size bed in the back, and in a daze Vera did as she was told.  Before she could contemplate what she was doing, she was on the bed, naked as directed and waiting expectantly for the man with the sandy blonde hair and expensive clothes.   She didn’t understand what was happening.  She’d never obeyed a man in her life.  Somehow, however, when he spoke, his will became hers.

In a moment, the man stepped in and inhaled deeply.  “You’ve fucked someone else today, maybe two or three someones.”  Vera felt anger rise in her chest, but she somehow didn’t have the strength to say anything.  “It’s funny.  You don’t really look like a slut.”  She felt her cheeks flush with warm anger, but again found herself unable to protest.  He stared at her and then reached out to pinch her nipple hard.  She gasped at his touch.  He pinched her thigh and then her clit, and she felt her eyes water.  “Well,” he said, “I suppose you’ll have to do.”

He unsnapped his pants and dropped them to his ankles.  Vera gasped at the size of his cock.  It was huge, at least seven inches and probably closer to eight.  It was hard and pointing straight at her.  Vera felt a terrible desire to suck it, something she rarely wanted, except as a means to quickly end an encounter.  In seconds she was on her knees and wrapping her lips around the thick head of his it.  She found herself inordinately desperate to please him.  “It’s not your fault that you’re a slut, Vera.”  His voice was low and hypnotic.  Had she told him her name?  She didn’t think so.  “It’s your blood.  Your history.  Your destiny.”  She lifted her head up and off and stared at his face.  He smiled at her, but there was no kindness in the smile.  “You have no idea who you are, do you?  No matter, put your mouth back on me.”

She felt herself flush with anger and was ready to tell him that no man told her what to do, but instead, she pushed herself down as far as she could.  She couldn’t fit him all the way in, but she tried.  She realized it was strange for her.  Usually, sex for her was all about her own pleasure.  Sure, she was careful to make sure the other one came, but it wasn’t like this.  She forced more of him into her mouth and stroked at his balls.  She realized as her tongue worked on his cock that it was cool rather than warm in her mouth.

The man reached down and grabbed Vera’s hair, gripping great handfuls of it.  She felt the ends of her hair brushing against her skin, and it sent pinpricks of pleasure over her.  She looked up and saw him looking at her. 

“Do you want me to fuck you, Vera?”

She sucked and suddenly felt empty, as though a great void commanded control of her body and only his cock pushed into her pussy would fill the void.  She pulled her mouth off of him.  “Please.  Please fuck me. Please!”  She’d rarely asked anyone for anything, and she’d certainly never begged before. 

The man lifted her to her feet and threw her on the bed.  She spread her legs.  “Please, please.”  The man smiled and climbed onto her.  As he pushed in, she had to strain to take it.  He pushed into her over and over, and she came hard almost instantly.  He didn’t stop, and although she was screaming “I can’t take anymore” in her head, her mouth kept saying “Oh, fuck me!  Fuck me!”

He kept moving.  She lost count of orgasms at six.   Finally, she heard him groan and she knew he was near climax.  She felt a moment of panic that he wasn’t protected, but she couldn’t say anything, she wanted his seed in her, to feel it fill her up hot and wet.  She stared at the man’s face.   "Fill me up," she whispered, and she realized as she said it that she wanted nothing more than that, may have never wanted anything more than that.  The moment the words were out of her mouth, though, something about him changed.  His teeth were growing, longer, sharper.