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She couldn't blame the stranger for staring though. Brad was definitely a looker, with his thick, unruly brown hair and rugged chiseled face. His Spartan costume showed off a well proportioned muscular frame with washboard abs. But what got Jackie's attention when he first walked into the coffee shop where she worked, had been his eyes. Amber, almost golden, with a dark outer ring that gave them an exotic, almost hypnotic quality.
Taking another gulp of the strong punch that her friend Sharon had put out, Jackie only payed half attention to Sharon's chatter with Becky. It wasn't until Sharon nudged her, that Jackie focused on the conversation.
"Yes, so tell us how it feels to be queen of Sparta!" Sharon giggled and leaned in conspiratorially so that just the three of them could hear "How's his spear?" Becky blushed, as she always did when the talk turned to sex.
Jackie shook her head "big and boring" she blurted and immediately regretted it. She hadn't intended to raise to the bait, especially since Sharon was an incurable gossip. Between the booze and her frustrated arousal, it just came out.
Truth is, Jackie was at wits end. Try as she might, she could not seem to ignite Brad's lust. Sure they had made love a few times in the 6 months they had been dating, and that was pleasant enough. But those times felt subdued. While it was gentle and romantic, she couldn't help but feel like he was holding back. Jackie liked romance once in awhile, but mostly she craved wild lust. And while Brad was well hung, he was for lack of a better word, tame.
After soul searching she didn't think it was her. From previous experience she knew she could wag her firm ass and give a 'come fuck me' look which brought out the animal in guys, making them pant and growl. Only 22 she had long silky dark hair, dark seductive eyes and slender but still curvy figure. She had spent a small fortune recently dressing for Brad in trampy lingerie and slutty outfits. Anything she could think of to get past that reserve. Even tonight she had dressed to kill as Catwoman, the shiny fake black leather hugging her like a second skin. While she had seen the desire to fuck her silly in other guy's eyes, Brad had just told her she was 'very pretty'. She'd wanted to scream in frustration!
Sharon raised her eyebrows, her eyes bright with the excitement of a juicy tidbit she would no doubt be spreading to everyone at the party before the end of the night. Jackie mentally groaned. Time for damage control.
"What?" Jackie forced a mischievous smile, "you think I'm going to tell you how good he is so you would try to invade Sparta?"
Becky giggled like she had been caught doing something naughty, "Oh!"
Thankfully, Sharon had to play hostess again and Jackie excused herself from Becky to go to the bathroom. On her way through the milling, chatting crowd she noticed the witch again, but this time she was staring at her. Fuck, had she been watching them all night? Annoyed now, Jackie stamped up to her. "Do I know you?"
The witch brushed a lock of her red hair back from her face, tucking it back under her wide brimmed pointy black hat. It was hard to tell her age, but Jackie guessed late twenties. Her green eyes were piercing. "No, but ye will" she said with eerie confidence. Her accent sounded Irish or perhaps Scottish though it was hard to really place.
Jackie was a caught off balance by the woman's brazen reply, but she recovered enough to put this bitch in her place. "Well, whoever you are, the guy you've been staring at all night is my boyfriend and you can just forget about him. Got it?"
The witch's lips curled back in a disquieting smile. "Ta, such a fierce kitty you are! I'm not gonna take yer leashed soldier boy."
Leashed? Who the fuck did this chic think she was? Jackie placed her hands on her hips her eyes blazing. "What do you mean, leashed? You think I have him on a leash?" She bristled.
"Calm yerself, girl." the witch was unruffled. "I not be speaking of you. The boy's been fettered long before you."
Jackie was pissed but curiosity won out. "What do you mean?"
"Tis not hard to see ye be tryin to get the boy to hunger for ya. Make him lose hisself in animal lust and take ya, hard an rough."
"How did you.. You don't know anything!" Jackie was starting to get creeped out now.
"I can tell these things, an I can help ya if ya wish."
"Help?" Jackie raised a thin eyebrow, her mouth scowling "You have no idea what you're talking about! How exactly do you think you can help?"
Again the witch flashed her unnerving smile. "Tis simple really. Tha pendant he wears? He never takes it off does he."
The creep out factor raised several notches and Jackie felt the hair on her neck rise. How could she possibly know? "Not that it's any of your business. His mother gave it to him before she died. He was just 7. It is all he has of her and never takes it off. " That aught to make her feel like shit for bringing it up.
The witch seemed unperturbed. "Ya know I speak the truth about what ya need. And I'm tellin ya clear.. If ya want him ta be the man ya wish for, ya just need to remove it."
Jackie had enough of this crazy woman. "Whatever" She shook her head dismissively. "Go sell your fortune teller act to somebody who cares!"
Storming off, Jackie made her way to the bathroom and shut the door, trying to calm down. Whoever that chic was, she was just trying to needle her, and Jackie had let her. She gulped down the last of her drink and looked at herself in the mirror. Was her frustration that obvious?
She started adjusting the false eyelashes that were threatening to come off and tried to put the whole scenario out of her mind. She couldn't help thinking about the pendant though. Brad never really talked about it much. Trying to get him to talk about his mother was like pulling teeth. He wouldn't even talk about how she died, though Jackie suspected something terrible had happened. Brad's dad supposedly still lived out on the east coast and Brad left home as soon as he turned 18 and never looked back.
Jackie reflected that in a warped sort of way maybe that crazy witch was close to the truth. Maybe Brad was hung up on his mother somehow? Maybe that pendant was a constant reminder of what? Loss? Misplaced guilt? Something traumatic happening to a young kid can take years of psychotherapy to heal.
Maybe, Jackie wondered as the last gulp of alcohol hit her, she should see what happened if she removed it. She loved Brad dearly, but this hang up of his needed to change or she would die of frustration. Why should she have to be content with her vibrator and fantasies of Brad devouring her, when his strong arms and big fat cock could be so much better? She flushed at the turn her thoughts had taken and she felt a warm dampness between her thighs.
The more she thought about it, the more she pressed her thighs together. I've got nothing to lose she thought. If this doesn't get his attention maybe it's a lost cause. Resolved and noticing how her now taught nipples showed plainly through her costume she was determined that this would be a night to remember.
Several minutes later Jackie managed to pull Brad away from his friends and dragged him back to the guest room. Jackie had asked the smirking Sharon on her way to shoo people away from it so she and Brad could have some 'private' time. Brad looked bewildered at her, but she just placed a finger to his lips. She was nearly panting by the time she closed the door behind them.
Throwing her arms around his neck, Jackie kissed Brad hungrily. He was still hesitant and she nearly cried. "Brad.. Do you love me?" She asked, her dark eyes pleading.
"You know I do, baby.." Brad immediately responded. "What's the matter?"
Jackie took a calming breath. It was now or never. "I.. want you to prove it"
Brad looked puzzled and concerned "Of course, baby. I'll do anything. How can I prove it to you?"
"I want you to let me wear your pendant. It's the closest thing to your heart, and I feel like it comes between us."
She could see Brad's face working as he was clearly conflicted. "Baby, please, you know how important it is to keep it close to me. It was my mothers..."
"If I wear it.. you can still keep it close to your heart. Just by holding me tight." Jackie knew she was being manipulative, but she was doing it for his sake too. "You said you would do anything.."
Finally Brad swallowed and lowered his head. She slowly pulled the silver chain and pendant off.
"I love you, Jackie" He sounded somehow sad, but he took the necklace from her and placed the pendant over her head, the silver bauble at the end resting between her breasts.
Jackie smiled, tears in her eyes, and burning heat in her loins "I love you so much Brad. Please.. take me. I need you to take me now!"
Jackie braced herself for the usual rejection, but instead Brad's nostrils flared as if he could smell her arousal in the air. She heard a deep rumbling sound in his chest and his iron like hands were on her shoulders, tearing the straps of her costume down. Her breasts popped free, the air across her diamond hard nipples doing nothing to cool her down. She could hear herself moaning in need. This is what she had dreamed of.
He lowered his head to her chest and began to roughly devour her tits. His rough tongue scraping over her sensitive flesh sending shock waves to her sopping pussy. She was vaguely aware of him tearing off his loincloth. Her hand soon found his engorged pulsing organ and barely managed to close around his girth. God he was so hard, she could already feel a drop of pre-cum leaking from the bulbous tip.
Quickly she peeled off her tight pants, the smell of her cunt wafting up through her panties elicited another growl from Brad. She ran her fingers through the hair on his muscular chest which tensed up as he lifted her easily and roughly tossed her face down onto the bed. She twisted her head and watched him approach, his dark silhouette seemed huge. Sharp hunger was etched on his face, his eyes almost luminous in the dim room.
Jackie's pussy was leaking, her ass presented, spread thighs quivering in anticipation. She needed to be taken, to be feel him stretching her, filling her completely. Once again she felt his fingers clamp down hard on her shoulders. Her breath caught, heart in her throat as she felt his cock impale her slippery entrance in one hard thrust. The comforter on the bed was balled up in her fists, her lower lip sucked in hard between her teeth to prevent her from crying out. He felt so big, his wild thrusts pounding her, making her feel as if her would split her apart. The pain of it assuaging some dark need in her.
Brad's thrusts became faster and more powerful. Jackie felt like a leaf, caught up helplessly in a hurricane, the pain and pleasure engulfing her and bringing her closer and closer to sweet oblivion. She felt at any moment she would be completely entirely consumed by the intensity of it all. And then with a loud animalistic howl of ecstasy, she felt Brad plant his cock deep inside her and come. Hot sticky fluid pumping into her like it would never stop. She surrendered and cried out as the she came harder than she had ever experienced.
Still spasming, Jackie's cries turned to screams as she felt ribbons of fire across her back. Stripes of pain assaulted every nerve ending along her back and ass. She vaguely heard the door to the guest room bust open and someone shouting in alarm. Her last sensation was Brad's weight leaping off her. Warm sticky fluid was leaking down her thigh and pooling on her back, dripping down her sides. She heard a chorus of screams before her mind mercifully shut down.
Jackie had no idea how long she was out. Her eyes fluttered open and everything was quiet. No party sounds, just an aching pounding in her head. Disoriented she slid off the bed and whimpered, tears flooding her eyes. The comforter was stained with something dark and a pungent coppery smell permeated the room.
Summoning up what little strength she had she crawled out of the room and into the hall. Red smears and spatters of blood covered the walls and floor. Jackie felt as if she would be sick, but forced herself to keep moving.. to call for help. Her voice came out as a dry croak, a mere whisper.
After an eternity she reached the living room and the horrible scene there. Bodies where piled everywhere. Everything was red and pink and staring glassy eyes. Jackie's tortured gaze soon found her friends in the mass of limbs and entrails. Sharon's face was half gone. Becky's head hung unnaturally from her twisted broken body. The stench of fear and death was heavy in the air.
Presiding over the grim tableau was an even more unnerving sight. The witch was leaning back in a chair, her pendulous breasts and huge nipples bared, her legs spread. And there, with his head between her thighs was Brad's unruly mass of hair. Bobbing up and down as if he was licking the witches slit.
"Good boy" The witch crooned. "I'm so glad I finally tracked you down. You're even better than your father was."
Jackie felt her bile rise and she gagged, the sound loud in the room. Brad's head shot up at the disturbance, but it didn't look right. His face was elongated, wolf like. His eyes glowed with feral savageness as he growled at her. Jackie tried to shrink back but it was too late. Long sharp fangs in that awful blood coated muzzle came at her.
It was the last thing she saw, a scream frozen in her breast as her throat was ripped out.
This post has been edited by Stormrazor: 24 October 2010 - 06:00 AM
