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The Blizzard – Part 1

Posted in Fantasy on April 17, 2013 by Ethan

A while ago, I said that I would write about my darkest fantasy. This is it.

“Take me back to the hotel.”

The snow started falling that morning but wasn’t supposed to accumulate until my plane had taken off. Unfortunately, the meteorologists were wrong. The cab was halfway to the airport when my phone dinged with the news. All flights were cancelled. Instead of spending the night on the floor of the airport, I gambled that I could get my old room back.

I had tried to call ahead, but the circuits were busy. I guess everyone was on the phone. As I called over and over, the driver was going as fast as he could. But, that wasn’t very fast.Taxi

Finally, we made it, and I ran through the doors to the desk.

“Do you still have my old room?”

The young girl behind the counter smiled, but that smile hid bad news.

“I’m sorry Mr. Cord. We just booked the last room. I guess everyone is trying to find a place to stay.”

“I was afraid of that. Do you know of any other hotels in the area that might have a room?”

She made a few calls but everything was booked. Apparently, I was the only idiot to check out of my room in a blizzard. Either that, or I was the last person to think about turning around.

“Thanks for trying. Maybe, I can make it back to the airport and find a bench. At least, I will be ready when the planes start to take off.”

“There’s no reason for that.”

I turned around to find a man wearing a suit and an overcoat. He said that his name was Jedediah and stuck out his hand. I shook it.

“I’m Ethan.”

“I just checked in to the suite, and it has two bedrooms. I only need one. You can take the other one.”

“I appreciate it, but I don’t want to impose.”

“It’s no imposition. Let’s go.”

I grabbed my bag, and we walked to the elevator.

“So Ethan, what brings you to town?”

“I’m doing some research for a book. It’s nothing exciting. I can promise you that.”

“Well, from the looks of the weather you are going to have plenty of time to do more research. I don’t think this is going to break for a while.”

We made it to the suite, which was the biggest hotel room I had ever seen, and went to our rooms to unpack. Through the door, I asked Jedediah what he did for a living.

“I am a psychiatrist. There’s a conference going on, but I’m not sure it will happen. This blizzard is keeping as many people out as it is keeping in. You never did tell me what your book was about.”

“It’s about prostitutes in the 1800s. It’s also a long story.”

“You said that it was nothing exciting. I can’t wait to hear about this. You can tell me all about it over dinner.”

“The hotel has a great restaurant. I should know. I ate there last night. But, I need to take a shower first.”

Jedediah did some work on his laptop while I went into the bathroom. I needed to shave and shower. I had planned on doing all of this at home, but the situation had changed. I turned the water on super hot and climbed in. I wanted to be clean, but I really wanted to shave my balls. I had not shaved them in days, and it was beginning to itch. It felt good to get the stubble off. Once that was done, I climbed out; dried off; and shaved my face. There was plenty of stubble there, too.

Jedediah was still on his laptop when I walked to my room and put on clean clothes. Well, they weren’t clean because I had worn them a few days earlier. I guess I should have overpacked.

Once dressed, we went made our way to the restaurant. It was packed. Apparently, everyone in the hotel had the same idea that we did. the hottest was a brunette that I had noticed the night before. I had tried my best to flirt with her, but nothing came out right.

“Hi Mr. Cord. It’s good to have you back.”

“I wish I could say that it is good to be here, but I was hoping to be home. Call me Ethan.”

“I know. This is terrible. I can’t go home, either. We are all snowed in.”

“By the way, this is Jedediah.”

“Call me Jed. And, what is your name.”

“Melissa, but everyone calls me Mel.”

We followed Mel to a table. It may be more accurate to say that we followed her ass to a table.

Jed and I sat down and ordered drinks. Our server had also waited on me the night before. Her name was Jamie, and she was a lovely blonde. However, she was not as lovely as Mel.

“Ethan, you sure know how to pick a restaurant. Everyone who works here is hot.”

Throughout the meal, we talked about my book and his convention. It turns out that our subjects were similar. I wrote about prostitutes and he specialized in sexual addiction. Those topics led us into a discussion of the restaurant employees.

“You know Ethan, everyone has a kink that gets them off. They might not realize it, but it is there. I wonder what gets Mel and Jamie off.”

“I don’t know, but it would be a lot of fun finding out.”

We went through a list of what they might find interesting and wondered if they would let us discover it with them. Somewhere in the list, they both walked over to the table. I’m not sure if they heard the conversation or just bored because all of the other diners had left.

They sat down for a while, but the manager came over to put them back to work. I got quiet as my mind filled with visions of them. I watched them clean tables and straighten chairs. It was ordinary stuff, but I felt myself getting turned on anyway. Just imagining them doing the things that we had talked about was arousing me.

“Ethan, are you ok?”

“What? Oh, I’m good. I was daydreaming for a second.”

“About what?”

“About them. What else would I be thinking about?”

“That’s a good question. You could have been thinking about your own kinks.”

He was right. I wasn’t thinking about what they would like. I was thinking about what I would like to do to them. Suddenly, I was embarrassed. I was sitting at a table with some guy that I had met a few hours earlier, and I had a hard on thinking about a couple of women who were cleaning tables.

“Ethan, I think it’s time that you explored your kink.”

“Look Jed, I’m not young. I have done everything that I could ever imagine.”

Jed looked at me then looked at the two women.

“I bet there is one thing you have imagined that you have never done.”

He glanced back at Mel and Jamie.

“I think it’s time that you did it.”


The Mission

Posted in Fantasy with tags , , , , on March 12, 2013 by Ethan

“Please, let me out of the house. Take me somewhere.”

Josie had been saying that for several days now. For a while, I couldn’t understand the issue. I was taking good care of her.

I fed her and even let her eat at the table rather than out of her bowl on the floor.

When I took her to the backyard to potty, I let her go out without a leash.

I bathed her and kept her well-groomed. On top of that, I had not pissed on her in forever. I figured my territory was pretty well marked.

She didn’t have to pick out something to wear everyday because she was not allowed to wear clothes.

Josie even had free roam of the house and did not have to go back into her box unless another woman was coming over.

Deep down though, I guess I knew what she meant. After all, I had not allowed her to go anywhere for months. In fact, Josie had not been anywhere since she showed up at my doorstep. She needed a night out.

“Ok, I’m going to take you out, but you have to wear these clothes that I bought for you.”

Josie’s eyes lit up when I said that. “Thank you, Sir. I’ll put them on right now.

I waited and listened as Josie got ready for the evening. Then, she walked out, and I couldn’t believe my eyes. The short, tight miniskirt. The backless shirt that showed all kinds of cleavage. The six-inch stacked heels. She was out of this world, but she didn’t seem to like it.

“What’s wrong?”


“Nothing is not an answer. What’s wrong?”

“I look like a prostitute.”

“But, that’s what you are. You didn’t think I was going to let you out without paying for it did you?”

Shock shown on her face, but she answered, “No, Sir.”

“Good. Tonight, you are going on a mission. We are going to Robertson Road where the whores work, and I am going to rent a room at a motel. You are going to walk the streets until you get a john into that room. I will be sitting in the car listening through this device.”

I took out a small microphone and slipped it into her purse.

“I changed my mind. I don’t want to go out.”

“Too late. We are going out. But, not before you take off your panties.”

Josie wanted to sigh but didn’t. Instead, she obediently slid her panties down to the floor and stepped out of them.


I sat in the motel parking lot and watched Josie walk back and forth along the road.Motel

My brain had been working overtime wondering what Josie was going to get paid to do, and my cock was growing harder by the minute. Watching her was making it even harder. It was a cool night, so Josie was rubbing her arms. I could almost see the goosebumps and wondered if they were from the cold or from the nervousness.

Whenever a car slowed down, Josie seemed to tense up and turn away from it. Sometimes, her ankle would slightly turn in the hig heels, and she would stumble a little. A regular john would know that she wasn’t a pro. Hopefully, that would attract some attention, too.

It took a little while, but a car finally stopped. The microphone was muffled, but I could pick out a few things.

“Damn, look how hot you are.”

“What’s your name?”

“I have a room back here just waiting…”

Josie walked to the room as the car followed behind. My cock was about to explode through my jeans. The car parked, and I watched as the driver climbed out. He was young. College aged. I thought it was his first time doing this. Then, I got a surprise. Another guy got out of the passenger side.

Josie waited at the door with a smile on her face until they got closer. That’s when the other surprise happened. Another guy climbed out of the backseat. Josie was about to enter a motel room with three men, and each of them looked like that could fuck her for days.

They walked into the room and shut the door. Now, I couldn’t see anything. I could only hear bits and pieces through the microphone.

I could hear the guys.

“Take off your…”

“Fuck, you look better without clothes…”

“…the bed and spread…”

They were laughing and doing what sounded like high fives. Then, I heard Josie.

“…shit, that thing is huge.”

“I’m not sure this…”

One of the guys.

“Oh yeah, this is going to work.”

I heard more sounds like people climbing on a bed. I heard creaking and moaning.

“Don’t worry baby. You’re going to like this.

I heard skin slapping together. I heard more moaning. I heard sucking sounds and other noises that I couldn’t make out.

This went on for an eternity. My mind was racing. What’s going on in there? What’s happening to Josie?

“Fuck, you’re ripping me apart.”

“…can’t believe it. We’re fucking every hole.”

I knew what that meant. Josie was getting triple penetrated. There was a cock in her mouth, ass and pussy. They really were ripping her apart. Then, I heard something that I had never even thought of.

“Do you think we can get two cocks into her…”

I couldn’t hear anymore words. All I could hear were screams of pleasure, screams of pain, groaning and bodies moving. I listened as best I could while my cock raged inside my pants. Josie was fulfilling her mission of being a whore.

Finally, the noises quieted down, and the three guys walked out the door. They looked exhausted but completely satisfied. When they pulled off, I walked to the door and opened it. Josie was lying on the bed completely nude. Just like I was accustomed to seeing her. She looked totally fucked, which I knew she was. Her legs were spread, and her pussy was open and raw. I wondered if they had gotten two cocks into it. Of course, they could have gotten two cocks into her ass.

I sat on the bed and caressed Josie’s forehead. I leaned in to kiss it and told her that she was a good girl. In fact, if she continued to be a good girl, then I would let her back out of the house to do this again.


The Reprisal – Epilogue

Posted in Fantasy on January 25, 2013 by Ethan

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13

Sarah sat at the side of the grave surrounded by hundreds of mourners. She didn’t know most of them, but it didn’t matter. The ones she knew were the most important. Jonas and Mabel sat beside her. Jonas looked so handsome. She couldn’t help but think how much he looked like Ethan. Kat stood on the opposite side of the grave in her dress uniform. Sarah thought how weird it was that she had never seen Kat in a uniform before. Nora stood beside Kat looking as beautiful as ever. Patricia was there too. Sarah never liked Patricia much. Didn’t really trust her. But there was no doubt that Patricia had helped out tremendously with the foundation.

Standing next to Patricia was a young woman who Sarah didn’t know. She was stunning in a black miniskirt and heels. Who was she? Was she the girl giving Ethan information about Willie Brown? Sarah didn’t know but knew that she didn’t like how the woman was reacting to Ethan’s death. She looked like she had cried away her life. Whoever she was Sarah couldn’t take her eyes off of her.

The pallbearers placed Ethan’s casket on the belts over the grave. Once they moved the workers began to lower him into the ground next to Madeline. Sarah remembered how they had fought about moving Maddy’s grave. She didn’t want to disturb her, but Ethan insisted that Maddy would move with them. Sarah was happy for that decision now.

As the pastor began to speak Jonas put his arm around his mother’s shoulders. Honestly, she couldn’t hear the eulogy very well. The news helicopters overhead made a lot of noise.Helicopter

She hoped to have a ceremony without their interruption, but that proved impossible. That happens in a situation like this.

Sarah woke up to find herself in bed alone. She and Ethan had spent a wonderful night together. They made love on the table and fell asleep in each other’s arms. She went to sleep knowing everything was going to be fine.

Sarah knew where Ethan had gone, so she went to his office to bring him back to bed. But he wasn’t there. After going in every room Sarah went to the deck and noticed his car gone. After hours of waiting she began to worry and called Kat.

“Ethan’s gone. I don’t know where he is.”

“Holy crap. I’ll find him.”

Kat called back with bad news. She couldn’t find him. She checked with Patricia and even went to the Crossroads. Ethan was nowhere to be found. Kat put out an all points bulletin, and all police forces in the state were looking for him. Unfortunately, forces outside the state were needed.

Ethan’s car was found one the road to the woods where Maddy’s body was found. He hadn’t shot himself or taken drugs. According to the final report Ethan had set his car on fire and sat in it while it burned. They found his charred body not far from where a smaller one had been found years before.

The media and the public immediately concluded that Ethan’s suicide proved his guilt in the Crossroads Massacre. There was a debate if one man could do all of that, but if one could it had to be Ethan. Never mind that he was found handcuffed to a chair. Kat concluded her investigation by saying that the findings were inconclusive, but Sarah felt that Kat thought he was guilty too. She just couldn’t officially say that her friend was guilty.

Despite the cloud hanging over Ethan’s reputation the police department pulled out all the stops for their most famous detective. An honor guard supplied a twenty-one gun salute. Sarah thought it would be more appropriate if it was a twenty-seven gun salute. Ethan’s badge was placed on top of his casket, and every officer walked by individually for one final salute. It was a funeral fit for a hero, and Sarah knew that despite all of the controversy Ethan was a hero.

When Jonas and Mabel finally went home Sarah sat in the house alone. It was so quiet. She looked at the table where they last made love. She looked at the bed where they would sleep in each other’s arms. She looked at the deck and the ocean beyond. She even made herself look in his office. God, this was terrible. How much more did God expect her to take?

As the weeks passed Sarah began to come out of mourning. Jonas and Mabel helped out tremendously. Kat and Nora had done so much. They were very special people. Patricia didn’t call, and Sarah wasn’t surprised. They never got along well.

Eventually, Sarah got the urge to paint. She hadn’t felt like it, but painting had always been her salvation. As she got her supplies together Sarah noticed a note with her brushes.Brushes

She picked it up and read.


Tonight was wonderful, and I am glad we got to spend that time together. I have done something terrible, and I know that the world is going to crash down around me. We have been through a lot together, but I can’t go through anymore. I would like to tell you that I had nothing to do with what happened at the Crossroads, but I can’t. I simply don’t remember any of it. I may be guilty, but I may not. But that’s not why I wrote this note. Once I am gone there is something you need to do. There is a young woman living with Patricia called Layla. You need to get her and take care of her. I wish I could help you, but I can’t. Someday you will understand. Layla isn’t her real name. It is Madeline.

I Love You,


The Reprisal – Part 13

Posted in Fantasy on January 15, 2013 by Ethan

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12

Ethan lay in the bed staring at Sarah. Tracing his finger down her bare back he couldn’t help but think how beautiful she was. She had been through a lot through the years, and the past twenty-seven days may have been the worst. But through all of the hard times she had been able to hold on to her appearance. He lightly ran his finger down Sarah’s back as she slept. Down her spine to the small of her back. The sensation must have wakened her. She raised her head.

“Ethan. What are you thinking about?”

“I’m thinking about the love that you laid on my table?”

To celebrate Ethan’s mental improvement Sarah cooked his favorite meal. As they dined and wined the conversation went all over the place. It was as if they were catching up on old times. They talked about Jonas and Mabel. Both had called every day to check on Ethan. They talked about when they first met and their wedding. They discussed improvements needed on the house. They talked about happy things. When the conversation died Sarah took the dishes away and cleaned the table.

“I have a special dessert for you.”

“If it’s half as good as dinner then I’m not sure I can handle it.”

“Oh, I think you can handle it.”

With that Sarah walked out of the kitchen completely nude. Ethan couldn’t believe his eyes when she climbed on the table and spread her legs in front of him.Table Spread

“I got a Brazilian wax. I hope you like my bare pussy and ass. I think you will find your dessert very sweet.”

Ethan didn’t say anything. He used his hands to spread Sarah’s legs apart even further and buried his face in her hairless pussy. He licked and sucked and stuck his tongue as far inside of her as he could get it.Licking

“God you have a wonderful tongue!”

Ethan placed Sarah’s knees over his shoulders and ran his tongue down the crack of her ass. Sarah’s back arched as she whimpered.

“Oh Ethan your tongue feels like velvet! Please stick your tongue in my ass!”

“I’m going to stick more than my tongue in it.”

As Sarah laid on the table watching Ethan stood up and took off his clothes. First his t-shirt then his jeans. As Ethan pulled his jeans down his hard cock sprang loose.

“This is what is going in your ass.”

“Oh yes Ethan. That’s what I want.”

Ethan climbed onto the table and parted Sarah’s legs. Her bare pussy shined with wetness. It was a perfect target, and Ethan forced his cock into it. The table squeaked ad he pushed hard into Sarah.

“My God Ethan! Your cock is so hard! I love it!”

As Ethan fucked Sarah he stared into her eyes. She always closed her eyes when she came.

“Please don’t close your eyes. I want to look into your soul as you cum.”

Sarah didn’t close her eyes. She stared at Ethan. Suddenly, tears formed. As she came tears flowed down her face.

“I love you Ethan! I love you so much!”

He pulled his cock out of her pussy and placed its head on her asshole.

“Are you ready?”

“Please give it to me.”

Using Sarah’s juices as lube Ethan slowly slid his cock into Sarah’s ass. She shivered as it went all the way in. He began to move it in and out. Faster and faster with each stroke. Once again Sarah began to cry.

“Am I hurting you?”

“No! No! Don’t stop! Don’t take  it away!”

Ethan’s cock got harder, and the strokes became more forceful.

“Damn Sarah! I’m going to cum!”

“Not yet! Please don’t cum yet!”

He tried to hold off as much as he could.

“Cum in my mouth Ethan! Let me swallow you!”

Ethan pulled out of Sarah’s ass. He placed his prick over her face. She reached up with her mouth and took it all. As she sucked Sarah pumped with her hand. It wasn’t long before Ethan came in her throat. They laid on the table holding each other.

“Oh my God, Ethan. That was the best sex we ever had.”

“Must have been that Brazilian guy you met.”

Sarah hit him.

“Very funny. You know I love you very much don’t you?”

“I’ve always known that Sarah.”

“We have had a lot of things happen in our life together. We have gotten through all of it, and we can get through this.”

Ethan didn’t respond. He wanted to talk about it, but he couldn’t tell her everything. Not yet. All he could do was hold Sarah as tight as he could.

Sarah fell asleep on the table, so Ethan carried her to bed. He looked at her, touched her and thought about all that had happened.Bed

He woke Sarah up, but she soon went back to sleep. Ethan wasn’t so lucky. He couldn’t stop his mind from working.

Ethan picked up his clothes in the dining room and put them on then went to his office. It had always been his sanctuary. He solved many cases in this room because it is where he did hid best thinking. He looked at books, pictures and maps. For some reason that cleared his head. And Ethan needed a clear head to know what to do next.

He thought about everybody. Madeline was such a sweet child. She loved being outside running through the grass. She loved animals. Ethan thought about how he told her about the swans. That they live in the park. As soon as he told Madeline that he had to take her there. How many times had he taken her to see them? They would walk along the side of the pond and through pieces of bread at them. It made her so happy.

Then there was Sarah. She was lying so peacefully in the other room. Ethan knew that she loved him with her entire being. They had gone through so many things together and survived all of it. Could she continue to love him after this? He knew she could handle the Crossroads Massacre. He didn’t know if she could handle the other stuff.

Layla was sitting at Patricia’s wondering what was going to happen next. How could she? Nobody knew what was going to happen next. Ethan hoped that she had followed the instructions that he left with her. He didn’t expect her to have to wait this long, but things were complicated. If she only knew how he loved her everything would be alright. Or maybe it wouldn’t.

Ethan also thought about Kat. She was a good detective, and it wouldn’t be long before she put some of the pieces together about the Crossroads Massacre. When she did all hell would break loose. Kat wouldn’t know everything, but she would know enough. Then she would come get him, and he would have to talk.

He would talk about what happened at the club. He would talk about Layla. Once he talked Sarah would find out about Layla. Jonas and Mabel would find out. Fuck, even Patricia would find out. After everything he had done how could he face all of them? How could he face Layla? Ethan came to the conclusion that he was royally fucked.

     Ethan looked out of the window at the lights on the ocean. He thought about the ship he had watched earlier in the evening. How great it would be to get on a boat and just go? He realized what he had to do. Ethan sat at his desk and put pen to paper. He chose his words carefully as he wrote Sarah a note. Once he was satisfied with it Ethan placed the note in a place where only Sarah could find it. He got his car keys and headed for the Camaro. Ethan roared the engine and took off into the night.

The Reprisal – Part 12

Posted in Fantasy on January 6, 2013 by Ethan

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11

With that Nora got up and turned on the CD player. As sexy music played in the background she began to strip. Slowly, Nora pulled down her shorts and took off her shirt. Dancing in her bra and panties, she began to give Kat a lap dance. She nibbled Kat’s ear and grinded her pussy against Kat’s lap. Kat raised her hands to touch Nora, but she pushed them back.

“Oh no. You may be a big, bad cop out there. But in here I’m in control.”

Kat became wet when Nora took control. She unhooked her bra and let it fall. Nora’s exposed breasts were full, and her nipples were erect. She squeezed them in her hands and pushed them into Kat’s face. Then Nora stood up and teasingly pulled down her panties. Kat loved looking at Nora’s body. Her pink nipples and pussy were perfect.

Kat kept her hands off as Nora unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down. She didn’t move her arms as Nora unbuttoned her blouse. The only move Kat made was a little shiver as Nora slipped her panties down to her ankles.

“I can’t get enough of my Nubian slave. Now spread your legs so I can lick your chocolate pussy.”

Kat spread her legs instantly, and soon all she could see was blonde hair as Nora dove into her snatch. She felt Nora’s tongue dart inside of her and felt her teeth lightly scrape her clit.Interracial

Kat only thought she had orgasmed until Nora went down on her. It was the most amazing thing. As her tongue lapped Kat’s juices Nora’s hands worked Kat’s breasts. Kat bucked with pleasure.

“God mistress! You do that so good! Eat my cunt! Please make me cum!”

Nora buried her head deeper.


Kat squirted in Nora’s mouth and in her face.

Having Nora at home every night was a blessing because work was a living hell. This was a case that no one could figure out. The police sealed the perimeter before anyone could get out, so the perpetrator had to still be in the club. Problem was that everyone in the club was dead except for Ethan. And he was found passed out with his hands cuffed to the chair behind his back.

As the days passed Kat found more questions than answers. How could someone kill all those people without using a gun? Who could have killed them and torn them apart? Could Ethan have done it? Was he lucky enough to be the last man standing because he couldn’t do anything? Fuck, why was he even there?

As the questions mounted Kat decided to talk to the only one who knew all of the answers. The doctors working with Ethan had been keeping her up to date on his progress, or lack of progress. They just couldn’t get him to talk. Well, there was that one outburst during a test, but that wasn’t much help. Maybe if she could get him to talk to her.

Kat passed the officer guarding Ethan’s room, walked in and sat. Ethan sat on his bed staring.

“You look like shit.”

No response.

“Ethan, I need you to talk to me. I saw what happened in there, and I know it’s hard. But I need to know what you saw.”

No response.

“I know you haven’t watched tv. They are calling it the Crossroads Massacre, and they are saying that you are the prime suspect. Apparently, after all these years you finally snapped over your daughter’s death. And you should hear the call in shows on the radio. Some people say Willie deserved it. Some say you are a vigilante. But they all agree that you did it.”

No response.

“Damn it Ethan! You had better pick yourself up from the ground! Don’t you understand? If you don’t help me, then you are going to take the fall for this. I know you didn’t do it, but you have to get out of this funk. I can’t figure this fucking case out.”

No response.

“Shit. The worst case ever. The only detective I’ve got is a suspect. And he just sits there. What the hell am I supposed to do Ethan?”

No response.

“Well, I don’t know what the fuck happened in there, but something better break before they bring the curtain down. Because when it comes down I’m afraid your act is over.”

Kat continued to look at the evidence, and Ethan continued to remain silent. Guess that was his right. And now, twenty-seven days later, Kat was still looking, and he was still not talking. But as she sorted through the photographs one kept drawing Kat’s attention.

It was the guy who had been stripped. Gashes were in his thighs, arms and torso. Something about it seemed familiar, and Kat couldn’t get it out of her mind. She sat quietly and stared at it. It was a trick that Ethan used to solve cases. He would remove himself from the world and focus on the problem in front of him. She wasn’t sure how it worked, but he had told her once that you could solve all problems by looking at history.

“Fuck me running!”

It came to her suddenly. Kat had seen this exact picture before, but it was of a white guy. He was laying the grass in this exact position and had the exact same cuts. The only thing different was the arrows that were sticking out of the white guy. He was a cavalry soldier who had been killed and mutilated by Indians.

Ethan had shown it to her when Kat and Nora went over for dinner one night. He was showing her around his office and thought she might find some of the photos interesting. He used to be a history professor. And what was his expertise? Indian wars.

“Ethan. Why?”

Kat knew where Ethan was and knew she would have to take him into custody. But he was also her best friend. He and Sarah had been through a lot over the years. They would have one more night together before this hit. Kat would go up in the morning and bring him in herself.

The Reprisal – Part 11

Posted in Fantasy on January 2, 2013 by Ethan

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10

Kat sat at her desk just like she had done for the last twenty-seven days. This was a hell of a mess. She had a crime scene that no one could figure out. The only surviving witness, Ethan, was not talking and the other person who might know something was a young woman who Ethan was probably fucking.

“Holy shit. How did this happen?”

Kat stared at the photos collected in her office. They were everywhere. On her desk. Tacked to the wall. She even had to take down her posters. Everyday she studied them, and every time she looked at them it took her back to the Crossroads.

Usually, when Kat went behind the police tape she felt like Pam Grier, the actress who inspired her to be a cop. But when she walked into the Crossroads any toughness that she had was used to keep from throwing up. Other members of the police force hadn’t been so lucky.

When Kat got the call that there was a disturbance at the Crossroads a terrible feeling came over her. The investigation of Willie Brown had just fallen apart, and now there was a situation at his headquarters. Willie’s fate didn’t bother her. What bothered Kat was the fact that she couldn’t reach Ethan. She hoped that he wasn’t involved, but once on the scene that hope disappeared.

When Kat arrived at the Crossroads squad cars were everywhere. Being the ranking officer she immediately took charge. Talking to the patrolman who first arrived at the scene gave her an idea of what was going on.

While driving by the club he saw a man running from the building with blood pouring out of him. He jumped from his car and ran to the man. The cop knew the guy as a local drug dealer called Que and immediately jumped to a simple conclusion. Que had shorted Willie some money and paid for it with this.

As he tried to calm the man down the policeman suddenly needed calming himself. Que had been mutilated. He fingers were gone. The skin covering his stomach was gone. The cop radioed for an ambulance and for backup then asked the dealer what happened. He wouldn’t open his mouth, but the cop knew Que didn’t have much time left.

“Que! You have to tell me what happened in there!”

Que’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he was dead.

“You didn’t have time to wait Que.”

Que’s mouth fell open, and as it did his tongue fell out. It had been cut off and shoved back in. Then the cop heard screams coming from inside. He immediately called for more backup.

Kat took the horn and began talking.

“We have you surrounded! Come out or we are coming in!”

No response.

After a few minutes Kat tried again, and again there was no response. She ordered the SWAT team in. Once they deemed the site clear she went in, but she wished she hadn’t. Hardened cops were throwing up everywhere. Kat felt like it too but did not want to show weakness. Her head churned as much as her stomach as Kat walked through the club, or slaughterhouse.

The bartender was hanging by an extension cord above the bar. His eyes were gouged out, and his stomach was cut open. His intestines poured out of his gut and reached to the floor. Other “associates” were in a similar condition.

One was stripped nude and had gashes cut in his arms, legs and torso. Another was bent over a rail with a broken off table leg shoved up his ass. Still another had his arms and legs cut off and rearranged. He laid on the floor with his legs where his arms should be and his arms where his legs should be.

As Kat continued through the scene there was gore at every turn. Headless bodies. Limbs everywhere. Total mutilation. But the body in the worst condition was Willie Brown. He sat in his usual spot except the table was moved. Blood was everywhere. On his body. On the floor. The fingers of one hand were cut off and shoved in his ass. His heart was in his other hand. His thighs were cut to shreds. But that wasn’t all. His cock had been ripped off and crammed down his throat.

Kat could not believe what she was seeing, but there was something else more unbelievable. In the middle of all this carnage was Ethan Cord. He sat passed out with his hands cuffed to a chair. Paramedics raced past Kat to get to him. As they worked she just looked. Everything about him was normal. His jeans and t-shirt had no blood on them, and he wasn’t touched by any assailant. In fact, she only noticed one thing wrong with him. Ethan’s hair was completely white.

Kat sat and buried her head in her hands and mumbled.

“What the fuck, Ethan?”

After overseeing the collection of evidence Kat walked out of the Crossroads. Outside was almost as bad as the inside. The media had arrived in force. News vans. Helicopters. Reporters everywhere. They had already seen Ethan being put into an ambulance and taken away, and department leaks provided them with enough information to start making things up. When the news people saw Kat they pounced.

“Detective Porter! Are the reports of cannibalism true?”

“What was Ethan Cord’s role in this?”

“Was he looking for a missing person?”

“Is Willie Brown dead?”

“Is there anything you can tell us about the Crossroads Massacre?”

They already had a name for it.

“At this time I have no comment. As soon as we have a grasp on the situation a press conference will be scheduled.”

Kat had to get out of there. She wanted to check on Ethan and find out what happened, but she had to get away from it all. Instead of going to the hospital Kat went home. Her house was in a refurbished neighborhood on the east side of town. Built in the 1930s, the house had been hard work, but Kat loved the personality of the place. She also loved the person inside, Nora Hobbs.

Kat and Nora had been together for many years, but Kat could still remember the first time she saw her. It was at The Cradle, a once popular lesbian bar. Kat sat at the bar drinking a beer when a stunning blonde walked in. Tall and athletic, Kat almost fell off her stool when Nora sat next to her. Not usually shy, Kat found herself at a loss of words when she tried to strike up a conversation. It was ok though because Nora did all of the talking.

They had been together since that night and had been survived through thick and thin. Kat couldn’t think of a time she needed the love of Nora more than she did after surveying the scene at the Crossroads. When she walked in Nora was on the couch watching television.

“You looked rattled on television.”

“What I saw in that club would rattle anybody.”

“How’s Ethan?”

“I don’t know. He’s not talking. If I had been in there I’d be in shock too.”

“The news is calling it the Crossroads Massacre.”

“I heard. Fuck. That’s what I would call it.”

Kat sat on the couch next to Nora.

“Turn that shit off. I’ve seen enough.”

“Was it as bad as they say?”

“They don’t have any idea how bad it was.”

“Don’t think about it anymore. I know just the thing to take your mind off it.”

The Reprisal – Part 10

Posted in Fantasy on December 18, 2012 by Ethan

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

Layla’s relationship with Ethan started out as a fun game, but through the weeks it turned into something else. He taught her how to make love, and she taught him how to play rough. He even became good at whipping her. Through it all they grew closer. Ethan fell in love. Although Layla wasn’t in love with him she felt something for him that she had never felt for a man before.

Everything was great. Layla had Ethan, and she had Miss Jones. She was having the time of her life having sex, sticking it to Willie and having two people take care of her like no one had ever done before. In fact, she dreamed about all of them living together on this estate. One big, happy family.

But twenty-seven days ago something changed. Like any other day, she and Ethan were fucking, and Miss Jones was watching. He had her tied up and beat her like she had never been beaten before. Then he fucked her ass. It was wonderful, but when they finished Ethan went silent for a long time. He had done it before, but this seemed deeper.

“Ethan. What are you thinking about?”

He stared at the ceiling.

“Thinking about the time you drove in my car.”

“What about it?”

“Thinking that I might have drove you too far.”

Layla knew what he meant, and knew that it had worried him ever since. She had tried to explain to him how wonderful that time was, but he kept thinking that he had done something wrong. Layla thought back to that weekend. It was the most wonderful weekend of her life.

The ride up the coastal road was amazing.Coastal Road

Layla’s hair blew in the wind as Ethan drove his Camaro quickly through the twists and turns. The t-tops were out and the windows were down. The sun was shining. It was an absolutely wonderful day. He was taking her to a cabin in the woods, so they could spend a few days alone. Miss Jones wasn’t very happy with this, but Layla didn’t care. Although the pool house was nice, it was good to get away for a while.

The cabin sat in a quiet and secluded place that was perfect for a getaway. Ethan said it was a safe house used by the police department, and Layla felt safe with him there. They brought everything they needed. Food. Drinks. Clothes. But they both knew that those things were secondary. The main reason for going to the cabin was to have uninhibited sex.

It started as soon as they arrived. As soon as Ethan pulled the brake on the Camaro Layla slid into his lap.

“Am I your good girl?”

“Yes you are. But you are best when you are bad.”

“Then how bad do you want me to be? I’ll do anything you want. What perverted thing do you want Ethan?”

Ethan looked down between the seats.

“I want you to fuck yourself on the gear shift while sucking my cock.”

Layla smiled. Ethan had told her this was one of his darkest fantasies.

“Oh my. It might hurt. Do you want to cause me pain?”

“I want your pussy to hurt like it’s never hurt before. I know you like pain. You’re already wet.”

Layla rubbed her finger over her pussy and sucked it.

“Yes I am. I’ve been thinking about that gear shift all the way up here.”

They got out of the car and undressed. Ethan sat in the backseat as Layla positioned herself over the gear shift.

“Fuck Ethan. This is so hot.”

She slid her pussy over the knob. It was wide, but she slipped it in. Then she lowered herself on it. She began to move herself up and down until she had it all the way in.

“Shit Ethan. It feels so good.”

Ethan sat in the back stroking his cock.

“Don’t forget about me.”

Layla smiled again. As she rode the stick Layla leaned over and sucked Ethan’s cock. She took all of it into her mouth, and the entire experience was too much for him.

“Damn Layla. I’m going to cum.”

With that Ethan came in Layla’s throat, and Layla squirted on the gear shift.

That night Ethan built a fire, and they had sex in front of it for hours.Fireplace

Layla couldn’t believe how romantic it was with the light and shadows from the fire. As they lay on the floor she actually began to feel like she belonged somewhere. But it wasn’t the gear shift or the fire that made the weekend special. It was what happened the next day.

They walked to a stream deep in the woods that looked like a painting. Water cascaded over rocks and formed a deep pool surrounded by trees. Layla thought it was the most peaceful place she had ever been. They took off their clothes and went swimming in the pool.

At first she shivered from the cold, but soon she found the water as comfortable as Miss Jones’ heated pool.Nude Water

She and Ethan played in the water splashing each other. They also kissed in the water as their bodies floated toward each other. Ethan wanted to have sex, but Layla was playing a game of hard to get. She kept swimming away from him.

“You have to catch the mermaid before you can have her.”

“Oh, I’m going to catch her alright. I’m going to catch her with my pole.”

They both laughed as Layla splashed Ethan and swam toward the bank. She stood on the bank looking down at Ethan in the water.

“You couldn’t catch me in the water. I know you can’t catch me out here.”

Ethan swam toward the bank, and when he got close Layla took off. She ran nude through the woods.Forest Girl

Trees flew past, and she could feel the plants and dirt under her feet. Ethan wasn’t far behind her. She could hear his breathing. As she ran deeper into the forest it began to rain. Layla’s body was wet with rain and sweat. Her breathing became heavy, and her heart began to pound.

As she ran faster and faster Layla began to feel like an animal. There was nothing from the human world around. They weren’t wearing any clothes, and no one else was around. Hearing Ethan’s footsteps and breathing, Layla began to feel less like a human and more like an animal in heat. He was the male predator claiming his mate, and she was running from the ravaging he wanted to give her.

The rain poured harder, and the ground became muddy. As Layla looked down to see where she was stepping she realized that mud was splattering her body. She ran faster but knew Ethan was catching up. Suddenly, she felt hands grab her waist and bring her to the ground. She was lying in the mud, and it was everywhere. Mud was in her hair and all over her body. She turned onto her back to see Ethan on top of her. His eyes were wild, and he had a raging hard on.

There was no talking. Just grunts and groans and howls and screams. Ethan forced himself inside of her. He was pushing her further into the mud, and she could feel the ground press underneath her. He pulled her hair and buried his teeth into her neck. She scratched him with her claws. Layla couldn’t tell if the wetness on her neck and under her nails was rain or blood.

Ethan rammed her as hard as he could. In and out. In and out. She would never forget the look in his eyes as he claimed her as his property. Through the biting and scratching, Layla came many times. Ethan mounted her and arched his back as he came. Maybe it was the animalistic nature of their situation, but Ethan came inside of her for the first time. Perhaps it was a primal instinct to fill her with his seed.

To Layla’s surprise Ethan didn’t lose his erection after he came. His cock was just as hard now as when they started. It was now time to really be animals. He lifted Layla up and forced her onto her knees. As she braced herself Ethan got behind her and pushed his cock into her ass.Rain Sex

Trees. Mud. Rain. Noises. He was fucking her like an animal. Layla wondered if other animals were being attracted to this scene.

Then Ethan pushed her face into the ground. She was flat on her stomach with mud all over her, and Ethan was on top ramming her ass. Layla screamed as she came, and Ethan once again emptied himself inside of her.

Once they got back to the cabin it was hell getting all the mud off, but the experience was worth it. As they drove back down the coastal road Layla thought about the good things in her life. She had Ethan. She had Miss Jones. She had never been so happy.

Layla never really understood why he had done something wrong that weekend, but when they were lying in the pool house discussing it Ethan had a strained look on his face. To make him feel better she climbed on top of him and rode him as hard as she could. For one of the first times in her life Layla didn’t care if she came and didn’t care if Miss Jones was enjoying it. This was all for Ethan. She didn’t know how long she fucked Ethan, but they both fell asleep almost instantly.

When Layla woke up Ethan was gone, and she had not seen him since. All he left behind was this note. She didn’t understand at first, but over the past twenty-seven days Layla came to understand more. She knew what happened at the Crossroads. She knew Ethan had gone through various tests but had not talked since the day she saw him. She also knew that he was back at home.

Layla wanted to talk to Ethan desperately. Twenty-seven days ago they had talked about many things, but there was one thing more he needed to know. She was pregnant, and their child was conceived that day in the woods. Was that why he worried about it so much? Did something inside him know? Layla didn’t know. All she could do was read the note one more time.


I have to go away for a while. Something has gone wrong. Stay with Miss Jones + don’t go anywhere. A woman I trust will come by soon. She will take care of you. I love you even more than you know.