ANOThER dAWN

Another dAWN.

She was glad of the silence. It helped to soothe and quiet her troubled mind. It took her away from the glare of the computer screen.
     She felt at peace. Alone. Erotic and wet. Free to do nothing but finger herself, caress her own flesh. Thinking of him.
     Mr Zero. Mr Tron, Mr Fischtz - names, only names. Names that had once meant excitement,  then sadly boredom,  eventually frustration, then caged slavery. Names that had nearly brought her to the edge of insanity.

     But here in her own space. She relished the peace. She was at one with herself, away from THEM. Here, alone in her apartment, her fingers inside her, giving herself pleasure, arousal.

     In her eyes the darkening filter of LUST. Her  nipples erect, hardened by her fingers pulling on them and her other hand rubbing her clitoris and fingering her ever dripping cunt. She looked  at her feet. Tought of him, her desires, his fetish and whimpered, a lonely troubled sound, as her cunt juices flowed through her fingers. Quickly she used her fingers to make herself cum.

Sodden and breathless, her moans, louder and louder still, then finally a screaming and a gushing from her pouting wet hole.
She lay on her bed, panting, her eyes closed, imagining him... Joshua Kane. Wishing he could see her now.
     And then, as she slowly opens her eyes, she sees him, standing at her bed, watching her and smiling at her, a cruel smile.

     'Tick Tock Time, I am sleeping, aren´t I?' Dawn stares at him.
     'did you like watching me?' she asked.
     The man said nothing.

     She wanted to be angry at this intrusion of her privacy,this invasion into her bedroom, but anger somehow seemed pointless. It was as if SHE was his, her body was his, and she had finger fucked herself wishing him here with her.
     She watched him, curiously; hoping for an explanation. He said nothing. Not a word.
Then after thirteen long minutes
     'Did you get wet?' he asked.
     He stood, huddled over her, gazing at her heaving breasts.
     She leaned up, moved towards him  brushing her nipples against him as closer to his groin, but still he did not move. Erratically the flames of his eyes burst into blackness, something sinister in his dark eyes.

   'I have been watching you for a very long time my darling Dawn, a very long .... time´' He stared at her. Then he slowly started to undress.
   The words , spoken by him in a quiet, toneless voice, took her by surprise.
   'why?' she asked.
  But he seemed not to hear. Only the shiver of her skin and her heavy breathing broke the eerie silence.
     She spoke again. 'how long have you been watching me?'
     His eyes followed her as she moved closer towards him.

´ that´s right my sweet Dawn, come closer to me, I have admired you from afar for thirteen months, thirteen days and thirteen hours. Now help me unleash my lust for you´

     She unzipped him, took his cock out from behind the zip and embraced it with her soft hand, she gripped it and started to use her tongue on its circumcised length, it throbbed as she closed her mouth around his cock. She sucked on it greedily. Savouring his sweet taste.

     He watched her, and she thought that he looked vaguely like a dark shadow; lean, a miscreant , with bitterness in his eyes and cruelty in his form. And his voice was languid and haunting, when his mouth and lips formed into a smile. It was of desire, filled with a need to inflict pain. She continued to suck him, her eyes watching him, when he pulled her by her hair, and pushed her away from his erection.

      ´what do you want to do with me ?' she asked.
     He smiled, a pitiless smile, but did not answer.

     As she watched him she had the feeling that he knew her every desire. Sensed that he'd been waiting for her. Expecting her. Not just for a long time but for eternity. He had been looking for his soul mate. She felt arousal and the thought of this, that she alone matched his every need.
     She turned towards him.

     She stared into his face, his eyes and felt her cunt getting wet again. She was alone, completely alone with this delightful, sensual and silent stranger. She knew that she wanted him to fuck her, fuck her hard and hurt her, hurt her with as much pleasure and as much pain as he could give her. He excited her and it showed as her pussy oozed her lustful needs over his fingers which he had suddenly entered easily into her eager and willing hole.

She felt highly excited, dirty and a willing whore to his every whim. She offered herself to his movements inside her. She heard him tell her to talk to him, to release herself to him, to be a filthy talking slut and she obliged. ´yes, stick them into me, finger fuck me hard, make my cunt juices flow you fuck nasty bastard!´

 ´good girl´ he smiled ´now let me taste you bitch! My tongue needs to be inside your hole´
She was highly aroused, her pussy had never been so wet, his tongue was magical, what else was he planning for her willing body?

As his tongue probed her, his dark eyes watched her face lost in pleasure, then he stopped. Stood up and started to take off all his clothes, they looked at each other, her face full of desire and need. He slowly licked his lips and as he stood before her, now completely naked and erect, he started to masturbate.

     She watched. Hypnotised. Unable to take her eyes off him.
     Destiny, her mind told her. This is your destiny, this is what you were created for. No matter where you went you had to return to him. To this man. jOshua Kane.

     Quietly he wanked his cock in the direction of  her angelic face, he moved slowly towards  her. Getting closer to her hot sweaty face, his cock hard, stiff, bulging and throbbing. She licked her lips, hunger in her eyes and then greedily swallowed the length into her mouth. Letting his prick ease down her throat, filling her.

     Gently, very gently, he took a handful of her hair into his hands then tightenedhis grip, and pulled her hair tightly, his grip firm and cruel. His cock throbbed and swelled even more in her hot wet mouth,  she wanted to scream with pure animal lust, but she couldn't.
´that´s it my fuck whore, you cunting bitch, SUCK it, suck it hard´
He forced his erection further down into her throat, pulling at her hair tighter. Her eyes started to water, but still she wanted more.

Then he pushed her away from him, she fell back upon the bad, gasping for air. He roughly rolled her over onto her fours, spread her buttocks apart and started to lick her asshole, his tongue probing her small butthole. Then after some time, he positioned himself behind her, telling her to start begging him to fuck her, to hurt her, to punish her. She willingly started to scream at him to do these things to her. Then he gripped her hair, pulling it tightly, forcing her head back and pushed his hard cock slowly into her asshole. She moaned, begging him to go harder, faster, ram it deep into her tight hole, she begged for more cock. Then he stuffed it all the way into her and leaned his head down into the back of neck, licking her sweat, Then let go of her hair and put his hand around her throat, squeezing, in unison to his pumping of her ass.

´that´s right you dirty fucking bitch, talk dirty to me, be the fuck slut that you are with ME, keep begging me to fuck your slutty, shitty hole!´

She could feel her cunt juices dripping out of her pussy. She did as she was told and screamed and shouted at him the dirtiest, filthiest words she could think of. She loved being his fuck whore, she loved his cock and she wanted even more of it inside her.

Then, he pulled his thick stiff prick out of her ass and turned her over, stuffing it into her open gasping mouth, ´now taste how dirty you are´ She loved her taste, mixed with his, she gobbled greedily, like a good dirty little bitch that she knew he wanted.
Her mind filled with a thousand different thoughts.....

    Did she feel Love? NO! This wasn't love! This was lust. This was madness. Insanity. He was a stranger to her. He'd taken her, a woman of gentleness and twisted her, moulded her into a  macabre fuck doll, and she loved it.

Then he he pulled his member out of her mouth and stared down at her.
´be sure to look into my eyes.´ he whispered.
  His own eyes shone with a maniacal fervour.
  ´now to hurt you my sweet Dawn´ he glared down upon her, his tongue licking his lips, reptilian lust in his shadowed face.
 'This moment YOU are mine, mine alone, you my darling Dawn,
  Perfectly formed, a good and beautiful fuck.
 Then he started to use his sharp finger nails on her damp skin, creating small lines, a dribble of blood peeking out to his longing eyes.
     She wanted to scream. A scream of ecstasy  She tried to scream. But she couldn't. His fingers were about her throat and no sound emerged. She fought for air but she could feel her body falling, falling. Her mind struggled to escape from the darkness but all she could hear was a voice, a distant voice, fading, ecstatic . . . .
 ´ sweet dreams , tomorrow will be a another  new dawn.´

And he slowly strangled her, not to the point of death, but to a powerful ejaculation. Then she fainted. Exhausted, spent and lost in  his murky world. Then he left her alone, sleeping in her bed dreaming of him and of his next visit.

The End.