Message-ID: <459.repost$980812050314@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: john_dark@anon.nymserver.com Subject: {Eli-the-Bearded}JDR"Muse Dream"( MF bd ScFi span )[1/1] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6qgekb$902$1@sparky.wolfe.net> JOHN DARK REPOST The following story is posted for the entertainment of adults. If you are below the age of eighteen or are otherwise forbidden to read electronic erotic fiction in your locality, please delete this message now. The story codes in the subject line are intended to inform readers of possible areas that some might find distasteful, but neither the poster nor the author make any guarantee. You should be aware that the story might raise other matters that you find distasteful. You read at your own risk. 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If you keep the story, *PLEASE* keep the copyright disclaimer as well. ===================== Free for unmodified, free electronic distribution. ========== muse dream by Elijah Eli@netusa.net [I normally post to rec.arts.erotica, not a.s.s, so I am not very familar with the keyword conventions used in this group. Forgive me if my usage seems odd or incomplete.] A dream come unto me after my muse was away raping, maiming, and pillaging by Eli the Bearded "That moment she was mine, mine, fair, Perfectly pure and good: I found A thing to do, and all her hair In one long yellow string I wound Three times her little throat around, And strangled her. No pain felt she; I am quite sure she felt no pain." -- Robert Browning, "Porphyria's Lover" Almere had sent Thomas email. This was worrying. After decryption the message said I think something is up with the bomb shelter. I want you there tonight at five to help me investigate. I trust your judgement in these matters. I will not be following normal security procedures because I don't know how far this reaches. "Worrying" did not begin to describe the content. "Bomb shelter" is a euphemism for a rather large underwater bunker used to store munitions. At 4:30 Thomas was circling in front of the long ramp walled with reinforced concrete that led down to the bunker entrance. There was a conspicuous lack of normal security. No sentries armed with fully-automatic weapons. The front gate wasn't closed, much less locked. At the far end of the ramp he knew there was supposed to be motion sensitive robotic guns. He decided not to investigate them at the moment. Instead he parked and began to wait. Five to five Almere drove in a gray Range Rover. Quite a change from his normal chauffeured Lincoln. He parked by Thomas and both got out of their vehicles. "Hello." "Glad you could make it. Here, take this." Almere handed him a brief case. Thomas opened it and inspected the contents. A security pass to soothe the roboguns, a gasmask, a flashlight, a Glock 19 with two clips, a map, a book of security codes, a screwdriver, a book of matches and a pack of Chesterfield Kings. Thomas pocketed the matches and cigarettes, loaded the gun and stuck it in his belt, put the spare clip in his back pocket, and hung the security card from his front pocket. He closed the briefcase. "Why the cigarettes?" "They go with the gas mask," Almere explained. "The smoke alarm is sensitive enough that one or two of them should trip the halon system." Thomas nodded and motioned towards the ramp. Almere put a pass in his breast pocket and took a brief case of his own. They headed down the ramp. Thomas became nervous as they approached the guns. He was always nervous around computer controlled weaponry. When they came into range the guns sighted themselves on the pedestrians and then froze. This was the normal response for someone approaching with a security pass. In light of the other irregularities, Thomas was very unsure what rules governed the guns today. Almere keyed a sequence of digits into a keypad by the door. There followed a short buzz and whirr as the door slid open. Both entered the bunker. The slid shut behind them. Normally there were two guards posted at a desk here. Today there were two empty chairs behind the desk. The dishevelled newspaper on one of the chairs was three days old. The telephone on the desk began to ring. Thomas and Almere eyed each other, them Almere picked up the phone. He held it to his ear and wordlessly waited. Shortly his expression grew grim. He motioned towards the the keypad by the door. Thomas got out the book of security codes and flipped through it to find the one for the front door. As he began to key it in, Almere hung up and a bulkhead began to slide in front of the door. Eyeing the bulkhead, Almere commented "I suddenly think the codes have been changed." A familiar voice boomed out, "Indeed they have been. Welcome to hell." Thomas drew his gun and looked about for the source of the voice. Presently Steprim flanked by two guards rounded a corner down a short hallway. "Vice-president Almere, hello. I was expecting you. Mr Thomas Klimyn is a surprize, however. Probably the best single person you could have thought to bring. Unfortunately a single person is not enough." Steprim smiled. He and his guards were quite close now. Thomas, noting that at least the left guard still had the safety of his gun on, decided to do something. He dropped to the ground and firing shots into the chests of both guards, aiming for the right one first. Then under the assumption that the guards had bulletproof body armor on and would recover from the shots in a few moments, he fired shots into their faces for good measure. It was then that Thomas felt a knife pressed into his throat. Steprim, now looking quite angry, approached and kicked the gun out of Thomas's hands. Speaking to the unseen body with the knife he said, "Stella, please take Mr Klimyn away." Thomas felt himself directed to stand and did so. He was then pushed down a hall and into an unmarked door. He heard the door close behind him and felt the knife removed. "Good evening, my sweet," he said. The room was outfitted as a living quarter. It featured meager kitchen, a bunk, a sofa, a television and a lamp. Stella walked around in front of him. She was shorter than him by about a head, stocky with very large breasts, her bobbed red hair obviously dyed. "Your hair is much shorter than last time I saw you," she commented in a quiet but powerful voice. "I was rather hoping to have a chance to strangle you with your own hair." "Ah, you would be my Porphyria's Lover then? I am charmed." Thomas smiled, then continued, "So then how will you kill me?" "Without the hair there hardly seems to be any point." She put the knife down on one of the kitchen counters. "Oh come on. It would be so sexy for you to try to kill me." For a few seconds Stella, leaning back on the counter, just stared at him. Then with a faint grin she leapt at Thomas arms reaching for his throat. He deflected her arms and seized her body, then pulled her towards him. Presently he forced his mouth to hers to kiss. He pushed his tongue in without resistance and felt hers reciprocate. Just as she was seeming to soften, her tongue retracted suddenly. Thomas guessed her intention, and both of them bit down at once causing a clashing of teeth but no mauling of his tongue as had been her goal. Teeth locked, he continued the kiss for another few seconds. "Delicious," he whispered after separating. Stella lunged to bite his throat, but missed everything vital below the skin. Thomas managed to push her off with only minor bleeding. He grabbed her throat with one hand and her left breast with the other. Her arms now free, Stella again reached for his throat but only one got a grip, as Thomas bit the other. Deadlocked thus, he began to powerfully squeeze and knead the captive breast. Their eyes locked for a while and Thomas felt a strong sense of love for the woman before him. When her eyes darted away, he knew to prepare himself. She jerked up her knee aiming for his crotch, but he turned himself and pushed her away at the same time. Her blouse tore open from his shove and her knee connected with his hip. Slowly Thomas forced his leg between hers and then lifted his knee into her crotch. Leaning on her for support, he forced her to balance on one leg as he rubbed his thigh back and forth across her crotch. He just had time to feel her wetness -- through her skirt and panties and his slacks -- on his leg before she pushed him backwards and both went sprawling across the carpet. There was then a mad rush between them to immobilize the other. Thomas eventually won, pinning her arms beneath his legs and sitting on her chest in such a way that she had nothing vital to bite at. She tried kicking him, but all this accomplished was to cause her skirt to fall down to her waist and reveal her moist panties. "What a delightful idea I just had," he said with a snicker. He slid back carefully to give himself room, so that he now sat on her neck. Then he grabbed her legs and pulled them open. When he had enough room, he put his forearm between her legs like a spreader bar. With a couple of good pulls he tore her panties off. That the red gashes they cut into the skin were so close in color to the material amused him. "Mmmm, mmmm, good! Hot twat soup! Last one lickin's a rotten egg!" he called with a chuckle before beginning to lap at the wet slit. "What's the matter? Don't you trust me? Why don't I get something to eat?" Stella cried in a tone dripping with sarcasm. Thomas pulled his head away, but continued to finger her as he spoke. "Now there's a question. Do I trust you? How strong is your temptation to bite hard?" He paused. "Well, I suppose I would not be living life to the fullest not to try, and besides, maybe what I could bite back would be equally as painful." So Thomas raised his crotch and awkwardly opened himself up with one hand. He pushed his pants and and briefs down just past his ass and lowered his erection into her mouth. He felt teeth against his glans and commented, "Be careful my love, I would hate to break my vegetarian diet with a labium or clitoris." Thomas turned back to his meal of her hot juice and Stella nibbled, licked, and sucked his hot meat. Whenever she got too rough with his penis or scrotum, he made sure to pinch her clit hard. He rather enjoyed the pain and suspected that she felt the same way. He came first, shooting hot semen down Stella's throat. She having little else to do but swallow it, did so. The spray of spunk did not stop her suckling, though, and the suckling did stop the onset of flaccidity. The start of her tart orgasm was proceeded with ample warning by a lack of attention to her nursing. Thomas used this hint to withdraw himself from her mouth before she peaked. After hers was over and Thomas became inattentive as he lay there leisurely licking. Stella sensed this and used the opportunity to throw him off her. Again there was a mad scramble for one to immobilize the other. Thomas was at a disadvantage this time due to his half off pants restraining him, so Stella was able to assume the superior position. Their hands were locked together thwarting any attempt of hers to go for his throat. Thus stalemated, she decided instead on pursuing mating. Her soaking sex slid smoothly over his proudly upright pole. They locked eyes as she began to hump him. Thomas noticed her grip on his hands weaken as she focussed on her fucking. When there was nothing to speak of of her grip, he decided to seize control of the situation. He sat up suddenly pushing her so she twisted as she fell backwards. She let out a cry of shock as he pushed her face down into the carpet and tore her blouse off. With the fabric he tied each of her wrists to the opposite elbow. "Dear sweet Stella, oh am I going to have fun with you," he whispered with glee. He pulled off her skirt and used it to bind her ankles. Satisfied then that she was helpless, although not immobilized, he looked around the room again for anything useful. His eyes lit upon the bunk. Thomas stood and looked down at his pants. He decided to take them off. Then he took Stella's knife from the counter and walked over to the bed. He pulled the covers and sheets off of it. The sheets he cut into long strands to serve as rope. Happy with a big pile of binding material, he helped Stella stand and pushed her over to the cot. He forced her to her knees by the foot of it and then bound her waist to the metal. He then untied her ankles and rebound her knees to the legs of the bed. Thomas then walked around in front of her and sat down on the bed. "You know, with most couples, if they are at each other's throats all the time trying to kill each other, it is a sign they shouldn't get married. With us I am not so sure." He pinched her cheeks to force open her jaw and then kissed her deeply. "I guess it's back where we left off then," he said with a smile. "But I don't think you will be needing this anymore," he added removing her bra. Thomas stood and walked behind Stella again. He gave her a few good spanks and then resumed the fucking. In this new position he could lean on her back and reach down to fondle her huge hanging breasts. He squeezed and mashed her tits roughly while he pounded her pussy. The clenching of her cunt at climax triggered his own orgasm. Minutes later he had finally pulled out, but was still leaning over her, his faced pressed against her back. He gave her a hard hug and said, "I think I really do love you, you know." She was silent for a moment but then said, "Yeah, I think so too." Thomas was glad she could not see him as he was close to tears at hearing this. She then added, "So lover boy, got any cigarettes?" Thomas stood, wiped his eyes and said "I have a pack of Chesterfields." The walked over to his clothes and began to dress. "Chesterfields? Okay, but what happened to your usual lung cannons?" Securing his belt, he commented, "The cloves are in the car. Almere gave me these." With that he pulled the pack out of his pocket. He looked around and seeing no smoke detectors, decided it was safe. He withdrew two cigarettes, lit one, pushed it into Stella's mouth, then lit the other. "These have no bite," he lamented. "And no filters," Stella said spitting some tobacco into the bed while being careful not to drop her cigarette. Thomas quickly puffed through the cigarette, and for lack of an ashtray stubbed it out in the sink. Then he went back over to Stella and took her cigarette to the sink. "And now I am afraid I must go," he said. Picking up her ripped panties he said, "but first I must do this." He forced the panties into her mouth as a gag, then leaned forward to bite and kiss one of her nipples. "Goodbye." He took her knife and then cautiously stuck his head out into the hall. Seeing no one, he hastily traced his steps back to the entrance. His gun was gone, but both briefcases were still there. He opened Almere's and was delighted to find another Glock. This one had a silencer. He thought to himself, "Now we'll really see if a single person isn't enough." 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