Message-ID: <17661eli$9811302009@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: ~master~ Subject: On Night's Wings by mesmer 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: <365773D9.E5730D25@coastnet.net.au> On Night's Wings HYPNOSIS/MIND-CONTROL "ON NIGHT'S WINGS" (by Mesmer) (C) Chapter I * * * He watched as she left the disco like someone who hadn't a care in the world. Young and sexy, just the way he liked them to be. A little drunk helped too, and this one in the red and black short dress showed she was a little of that as she swayed from side to side in an exaggerated, hip-swinging walk toward the darkened car park. His blood began to pound and his body went rigid inside his clothes as it always did just before, as if the adrenalin pumps inside his mind had been turned fully up. The skin all over his body prickled with a light sweat of adrenalin-inspired life-energy that he revelled in each time he took one. He loved it as he loved his life. It made him feel alive, as if coming awake after a millennium of sleeping. He smiled thinly to himself at that thought. Each one of them died, had to give their lives so that he could live a little longer ... until the next one. The city breathed, like a living, waiting giant, pulsing its life-giving aura freely to those who could feel and sense its heart-beat: to those who were, or had been deemed worthy. A myriad of ever-changing coloured lights rotated the kaleidoscope of the city's sparkling coat of many colours as it passed by with the sensed and felt lateral movement of the earth and ever- changing position above it. He sensed it first, like a ripple i the universe of life's own energy: that all-knowing feeling in his very pores. And then, as always, he felt it in the very centre of his immortal soul. Another one, needing to be set free like a small bird in a cage so large that the sides and shape could no longer be seen, causing confusion as to the original chosen direction. And there always would be another one. For, from them, and on them he lived. And the world was all the better for his timely intervention like a patron Saint showing the way to those who were lost. It always was ... the world was always the better, as well as the chosen spirit set free to try again, yet one more time ... and he would be always there for them: each an island unto himself for safe-keeping ... until the next one. And there would always be, a next one ... The second her car keys went in the lock on the side of her car's door he moved. Like lighting from the dark sky above he was on her and he was all over her at the same time. The young twenty year old didn't have a chance. The force from the blow of his closed fist as it slammed violently into the back of her head stunned her, without knocking her unconscious. He caught her deftly as she sagged into his arms, after her body exploded into the hard steel of the side of the car with the force of a cannon ball. She collapsed into his arms like a broken rag doll-limp and lifeless. And in that way did he bodily throw the dazed woman over the bonnet of her own car, such that her buttocks and legs dangled freely before him while he proceeded to rip and tear the flimsy black underwear from her slack and vulnerable body until her nakedness lay outstretched and exposed before his maddened, hungry gaze. He fumbled with his own clothes until he too was naked from the waist down, his trousers now gathered around his ankles. He looked around the darkened car park while holding the dazed woman flat across the cold steel bonnet of the car with one hand pressed firmly between her shoulder blades. There was no one. There never was. He chose his marks and his locations all too well. She was stirring back to life. Good. It was good that she be awake when it happened. So she could feel. He moved against her, revelling in the electric feel of the warm flesh of her naked buttocks. He backed away a little, then forced her legs apart more widely with his knees. Reaching down between her wide-spread legs he felt her, warm, moist, and furry. He dipped her more deeply as she stirred quickly from the touch of his penetrations inside her being. He forced her down harder against the cold steel and moved firmly against her buttocks once again, guiding himself to the sought-after target of his initial desire. And he never missed his target. He didn't this time either as he hilted her violently to the core, over and over again. Her body slammed again and again against the side panel of the car's bonnet as his vicious thrusts into her exploded her thighs forward against the side of her car, while, with each savage drive into her trapped and helpless centre she screamed pitifully and pathetically. His deep, tearing, penetrating invasions into her very centre of her womanly essence. No one heard. No one came. They never did. Finally, he hunched over the writhing young woman's back and thrust one last brutal time against her now-hot fleshy buttocks, made so from the fear and terror that raged through her mind, her senses, and her captive body. Then he pressed her down viciously, knocking the wind from her young lungs with a whooshing sound that made him smile at his peak. He grunted and stiffened against her fleshy thighs, emptying his demon-seed deeply into her bruised and bleeding young core. For a few minutes he held her pinned between his still- pulsing body and the cold, unfeeling steel of her own car, regaining his breath and alertness and his strength for the final act. Finally, after several minutes of stillness while he remained deeply embedded inside the young woman's captive channel he felt himself harden to the occasion of his coming. Slowly he withdrew from her wet hotness, and, in spreading the cheeks of her buttocks with his right h and he guided himself between them until he penetrated the tightness of her tight centre. The young terrorised woman screamed from the invasion of excruciating agony of her tearing, burning flesh. He laughed insanely, his own personal power and madness heightened by her trembling body beneath him and around him. Her own fear state caused her buttocks to flex wildly, gripping him more tightly in his brutal thrusts inside her, lifting his wild, ego- driven insanity to even greater heights. Then slowly, as his peak began to arrive a second time, the long-bladed knife slid from its hidden sheath in a shoulder scabbard and rises high into the electric air above the fear-driven aura of the young woman's left shoulder blade, right above her wildly beating and fluttering heart. He timed his body's release to when the gleaming sharp blade reached its zenith, and, a split second before his fluids once more bathed the broken and bleeding insides of her torn and battered flesh he tensed from head to toe, momentarily freezing for that instant in time as he tightened his grip on the bone handle of the knife for its travel downward to pierce her back, body and thumping, pounding heart, driving it into fibrillation for the last time. At that precise moment in time he lived again ... frozen like a grotesque statue of terror and fear ... but only until the next time ... and then he would live again. But for now, as his mind and senses, along with his body prepared to empty ... she was ready for the final act ... and so was he ... It was all a matter of timing, and lessons to be learned for the young and ignorant of life's trappings and pitfalls. This was one of those times, It always was. Something good always came out of something not so good. And it would be the same this time. The earth's surface rushed toward him. Lights blurred, blinked and flashed. The powerful muscles and tendons of other-worldly power drove him downward at an angle of sixty degrees to the horizontal, but of the intersection of his trajectory and his target there was never doubt. There never was. The speed was blurring into sound that would deafen the human ear as the distance closed like the last century of time itself. His arms reached forward, fingers of steel outstretched, elongated in an unearthly way, poised and ready. And then the distance between them was instantly no longer as he closed his vice-like grip on the hand held high in the air. As the tendoned fingers of both hands closed over the up-stretched wrist and upper arm his trajectory changed abruptly to almost vertical, taking the hand and arm in his steel grip with it, and nothing more. It was over in a second, and, from a hundred feet in the air above he began his slow descent, utilising all of nature's forces for the final act, his eyes glowing in their fixated stare at the now one-armed man who writhed in agony on the dirty ground beneath him, just as the terrified and battered young woman had writhed in agony only seconds before. And then the earth and the destiny of the one-armed man in the dirt at his feet became one as the shadow had fell across both man and woman, darker than the night that had previously adorned every corner of the deserted car park. His glowering gaze swept across the half-naked young woman who still lay withing slowly in agony across the shining metal bonnet. His left hand slowly came to rest on her lower back and she calmed instantly. He heard her sigh as the excruciating pain left her tortured body and was set free into the night sky. He pressed a little more firmly and her eyes closed gently in sleep. Her body deflated and her head rolled sideways. Slack and unknowing. Unconscious, and, to her tortured soul, now, peacefully unfeeling. The red-orbed eyes glowed suddenly brighter as they slowly left the sleeping, half- naked young woman and travelled downward into the dirt at his feet. The pathetic moans of agony were not the just retribution for this one, yet. The empty socket at his shoulder where his arm once joined pumped arterial blood wastefully into the dirt, to be absorbed instantly by mother nature in spite of its volume. He loosened his grip and the arm that once belonged dropped beside its past owner, flopping lifelessly inn the dist beside its owners face. His arm seemed to grow from his shoulder as it reached downward. Fingers of steel once more tightened their grip on soft, warm flesh and lifted as if lifting a feather, until he held the entire man level with his gaze, high above the dirty earth of the blood-stained car park. The pain-wracked eyes on the other end of that gaze opened and blinked through their agony and anguish. And then they widened in sheer, bloody terror for the very last time in their present existence as the hand which held him by his remaining arm closed the distance between the origin of the gaze and his own bulging eyes for only a split second. His lips snarled and curled back over lengthened prominent pincers of razor sharpness, which then closed slowly, piercing through the one-armed man's blood-curdling screams that peaked higher than a few minutes before: sinking deeply through the thin walls containing the dark, arterial blood until it ran free and flowing. Finally, slowly, savouring the inevitable pleasure of universal justice his lips closed over the wound, sealing the flow of the red river within the drinking confines of his mouth. And then completely did he drain dry the human savager of young, innocent women and girls, of every last drop of life-sustaining fluid that had existed within the thin wall of veins anywhere within the man's body only seconds before, so setting another misguided spirit free, back to the Source, to try yet again for progress on life's journey clear, now released forcibly from the starlight of its yester- year... and then, releasing the withered husk of what once was a human being to fall to the dirt from whence it came, he became one with the darkened night from which he had been spawned ... and so the crusade continued as it always had, for centuries uncounted ... and, as it always would. * * * (to be continued) -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----