“Okay.” Red adjusted her hands on the steering wheel, and I took the opportunity to study her – my muse? Tutor? What did she regard herself as? It was amusing how her natural need to diagnose, decipher, and solve had emerged more and more once I lifted the… what did I call it? The subjugation? The suppression of her personality?
I liked this more. She was wilder but still controllable.
And more of a challenge, which made her more fun. Yes.
Fun. I’d missed fun.
The wind fluttered and rustled in, lifting my hair and hers, toying with her dress at neckline and hemline. The glow of her skin in the flickers of sunlight pleased me. My hand strayed to my chest where a strange warmth hovered. It was not simply desire. I rubbed at my chest, thinking.
That list of hers was ridiculous. I wanted to feel complete and to lose this bleak absence of emotion and to fill it with more of what made me happy.
Strangely, happy with this drug in me wasn’t the same as the happy I’d felt when in full-on mesmer mode. That created an incandescent joy. It was also an empty joy. Nothing remained when it was gone, except for the need to do it again.
Mesmer equals addiction. How had I not seen this?
“Are you due to take another of those?” Red arched an eyebrow at me. “A pill?”
“You want to dole them out? To be my little pill timer, like I’m some geriatric who forgets?”
She side-eyed me. “Sure. But not because I don’t trust you to remember… because I think maybe you’ll decide not to take it.”
I grunted. That was honest, if reckless.
She side-eyed me again, with more worry in her glance.
She was right. Half of me was at war with the other. Not always but as the drug wore off, I had to wrestle more and more. I wanted the effects, until I did not.
Why?
The mesmer part of me loved controlling me, that’s why. And that didn’t make a whole lot of sense if I turned it over in the light of day and studied it. I also wanted more of what this was right here, right now.
I stretched my hand out the window and watched the wind tug at my hand, felt the coolness of the rush.
I didn’t want to do good deeds, or less murder, or whatever. I wanted more feelings. Mesmer dulled my senses and made me one-tracked.
I wanted more from Red. More of her. I drew my hand inside the ute.
“Okay. Deal. You remind me about pills.” Maybe with her and my better half… hah… telling me to swallow it’d come easier.
“Are you due now?”
I cracked open a pill packet and popped out a pill, snapped it and swallowed the half.
“Every twelve hours seems to work.” I leaned my shoulder on the door so as to see her better. “Pull your dress higher. Let me see you.”
Her exhalation was audible.
“The agreement,” I reminded her, intrigued by how an annoyed Red was more exciting than when she was zombified.
Her hand sneaked downward, and she inched up her dress until the edge of her ivory-colored lace panties showed.
Almost a strip show, in slow-mo. I smiled. “Panties?”
“You never said to—”
“Shhh. Take your time but roll those under your butt. Let me see you put your hand on your pussy. Play with yourself. Turn yourself on. We have some distance to travel before we stop. And keep to this outside lane.”
The lanes were double here, the road straight and flat. We’d gone over a mountain range earlier.
As if to emphasize the exposure she risked, a semi-trailer was overhauling us. The driver would be too far over to see in. Red looked worried, glancing at the truck even as she hoisted her ass a little off the seat and obeyed me – pushing the butt area of those panties to thigh-level.
The curious thing about this? I was deliberately keeping my mesmer powers on simmer. She was obeying me automatically, of her own volition.
Interesting. My dick liked the idea of this. This was closer to consensual than I’d ventured in years.
“The next one might have a passenger who can see you.”
“If I get arrested for indecency—”
“What trucker would report a girl half-naked and masturbating?”
Her brows knitted; her mouth puffed out.
“If they stop and stare, you keep going.” I’d risk this just to tease her. How quaint that this troubled her, after all we had done. All she had done. Group sex was not new, neither was having her asshole reamed while I’d kept her tied to a wall.
Why now? This minor thing?
A thought trickled in. “You’ve done worse. A bit of exhibitionism shouldn’t be fucking with your head.” Her shrug was dismissive. “Is it because this is your own doing?”
“It’s not!” Her blush was mild but visible, then Red shook her head. Her hand paused in its work between her legs.
“It is our agreement. Which is your doing. You agreed. Keep going. Keep fucking yourself. Do it!”
She jerked and pinched her lips together as if rethinking this. Then… then I watched as she slowly inserted her finger inside herself. Watching her do that on my command was as fascinating as the first time I’d made her come in that alleyway in Cuba. My dick throbbed.
“Good girl. You see, Red, no matter what I can make you do, right now I am not. Not the way I used to… and you agreed to be mine until we part. Yes?”
“I suppose.”
Grudgingly said. I chuckled. I liked this… this painstakingly extracted submission.
“From now on, this is how it will be.”
Unless I absolutely had to do mesmer shit. Such as when I wanted to make her come like a nuke exploded inside her.
I leaned over and twisted to place my hand on hers, feeling the pump of it as she delved inside her own cunt, hearing the sharpening of her breaths.
“Keep going. Watch the road and yeah, I’m not letting you come.” I shifted over further, stretching the seat belt, slipping my left hand down the slope of her thigh until my finger could squeeze into her cunt alongside her own. “Work it. Let me feel you get sopping wet.”
Already she was leaking onto those cute panties. My finger had no trouble joining in. The feel of her clamping down onto me… those little moans. I grabbed my dick and squeezed it through my pants.
Red muttered some curse, writhing on the spot. “I can’t drive safely.”
“You can. When we stop, if you’ve been really good, maybe then you can come. After I fuck your brains out.”
Gently, I pulled the straps of her white dress off her shoulders and exposed her bra, pulled that down too and scooped out both breasts. Breathtaking – no matter how many times I saw her. Then… then I toyed with her to my fucking heart’s content.
She wanted me to let her go once she had ‘taught’ me how to be a human?
A good human she thought I’d meant. Wrong.
I was not going to let her go.
I kissed the side of her ear, softly, and whispered, “No coming. Even when I pinch your nipples and shove a dildo up you. No coming. Got that?”
“Uh. ’Kay.” She sucked in her lower lip as I pulled her hand from between her legs and placed it back on the wheel.
Her hands flexed, her fingers opened and closed, but the vehicle steered straight and in its lane. We might crash? If I went too far.
“Watch your steering. And keep those legs open.” The ute was an automatic and easy to drive. “The rest stop that’s on the map should be another five minutes of driving.”
I fetched the big rubbery cock from my bag and began to worm it between her legs. Her whining was cute, as was how she shuddered and squirmed as I fed the monstrous thing deeper…
Damn, damn, and damn again. Eyes wide, I stared at that black veiny monster as it vanished into her, only to reappear on the outward stroke all shiny and sticky.
I was never letting her go. I could be good on the surface, enough to make her think I had lost my badness.
She would beg me to keep her
before I was done.
As if to underline the shrewdness of my strategy, a trucker went past then stayed level with us as I fucked that thing in and out of her cunt, in small increments. When I bent and sneaked a look out the window, he was there, looking down at her, his elbow on the window. He gave me a thumbs up and a grin.
Her tits were still bare, and I caressed them when my hand was free of dildo, getting her nipples harder, lightly smacking and squeezing them. Leaving the black dong stuck in her with the weight of her breast in my hand, and knowing she had an audience – I could’ve jacked off in seconds, same as that truck passenger was likely doing.
A pity I couldn’t let her come.
“Dirty girl, Red.” I admonished. “The seat is getting fucking wet, but you are entertaining that trucker.”
With teeth gritted, she roused enough from what I was doing to mutter a few more swear words. I shoved the dildo in full depth and shushed her squeaking cry, then slid my finger across the length of her mouth.
The car swerved and zigged a little. I glanced through the windshield to check our direction. Her hands were gripping the wheel as if glued there, but her aim was good.
“Keep watching the road. You can do it. I know you can.” I turned back to her. “Lick me. Suck me. Let me see your tongue sliding over my finger as you do it.”
CHAPTER 8
ISAK
The rest stop was about where I’d predicted it would be. Several minutes before we pulled into it, I’d ceased to tease her. A tarred road led into a sheltered crescent off the main highway. The rest stop had the minimum facilities – toilets, a BBQ area that was little more than a fireplace, and seating under the trees.
The ground was hard-packed and mostly bare earth with scatterings of dry leaves and tufts of pale green grass. The gum trees were giants. Some had cracked apart or lost limbs. They bore the scars of hard living.
So did Red. I smiled as I exited. She was somewhat disheveled.
She waited inside, adjusting her clothing and watching me as I rounded the front of the car. I yanked open the door.
“Out.” I looked about as she slid from the high seat to the ground then fiddled with the straps of the dress. “If your panties are too difficult to get into place, you can always remove them.”
Before she answered, I spotted someone at a picnic table in the deeper shade of the trees.
“We aren’t alone.” I left the car unlocked – it wasn’t as if we were about to be rushed by thieves. Besides, this person was a female. I’d sensed that even before I found her with my eyes. Young, fertile, and pretty… and a collectable as most women were for me. I could take her.
I halted and let Red catch up to me.
Well now. A catch. Early twenties?
Her hair was as glossy as Red’s, though this girl had straight black not red hair. Her jeans clung to a great ass, and her white T-shirt was pertly upheld by a pair of gorgeous tits.
“No,” Red breathed next to me. “You said you wanted to be more human. Rule something or other was about doing good deeds and being kind.”
Except I was only pretending to be good.
“I gather that means you don’t want me to make her bend over and eat your pussy while I fuck her?”
I released a tendril of power, coaxing her arousal higher, stirring Red.
Red’s eyes half-closed, and she let out a shuddering breath.
“Yes or no?” I took her hand and brought it to my mouth, kissed it while she watched me with that pained, on-the-verge-of-orgasming expression.
“You promised.”
“Not to force you to come? I didn’t mean always. It is at my discretion.”
“No. Not that. Her. You can’t. Just no.” The last words were said softly. “Please? Leave her alone.”
I kissed her knuckles again, sucked on a finger then let it pop from my mouth. “I will. I just wished to torment you.”
“Jesus. You bastard.”
“Cursing is bad. It must be on that list? That means punishment.”
“Fuck. You,” she said distinctly. “So I get to spank you, if you swear?”
Sometimes she surprised me with her bluntness.
I hooked my forefinger into the neckline of her dress and dragged it down with the weight of my hand to expose cleavage. Her light-green eyes tantalized, as they always did. She stood unflinching against my challenge.
“No.”
I released her dress and beckoned, went further beneath the trees. With the leaves crushed underfoot, the scent of eucalyptus was strong. The girl rose from the seat as we approached, and her long hair swung. She kept her hand on the table as if to take reassurance from it. A bruise stood out on her cheek, another on her arm… and a dog trotted out from under some shrubs.
I recalled the breed. This was an Australian red cattle dog – with a mottled red and off-white coat and a solid wedge of a head. He was knee-high, skinny, and limping. The girl was not limping and looked supremely healthy.
Imagining getting her to strip and bare those tits made my mouth water. My cadre of selected bacchanalia-loving men and women would’ve happily played with her, covered her in come, and filled her with it. South America had possessed advantages.
It would be such a shame to leave her untouched.
Her blue backpack lay on the picnic table, and I drummed my fingers on my thigh.
Yes or no?
The equivalent of a mental shiver ran through me. That combination of power, sex, and killing had a raw, seductive taste I could never forget.
“Would you two…” Her gaze flicked from me to Red, and I registered a relief that this was not just a lone male. “Umm, I need a lift to town? I’m Tammy?” This was said as if she wasn’t sure she should tell us. “My boyfriend dumped me here. Could I? It’s getting dark and scary, to tell the truth.” She shrugged, reached out for her backpack, and toyed with the strap.
Once upon a time I’d have taken her to shock Red, and because I wanted to.
Fairytales didn’t always have happy endings.
I extended my mind toward the road and studied the approaching traffic. A car peeled away and drove toward us. “We aren’t going anywhere for a while, but my gut says you might get a lift with this lady.”
“Lady?” Unsure, she stared past me.
The car stopped moving and a door opened and shut.
“Wow. How did you know? I’ll ask.”
As she walked away, her rear end waggled from side to side inside that stone-washed denim.
I listened to the conversation, watched her get in and the car drive off. She even waved to us.
A perfect victim, and she was leaving. If she had vanished, I wouldn’t have needed to alter anything. The boyfriend would get the blame.
“This was me being good. I did not touch her. Just for you.”
Red sighed. “Thank the lord, or whoever. Really though – thank you.” She made eye contact, and I nodded.
Little did she know how close I had come to being bad. Being good was not easy.
“Of course, being good is a choice. It always is for any of us. We all see temptations. Daily ones, sometimes. Good people choose to do the right thing.”
Her smile said she was proud of me, which felt like an insult.
“I chose. Just not for the reason you think.” I had to get that in there.
“Hmmm. I’m not sure the reason matters as much as the result.” She actually sounded happy.
Maybe I should just accept her congratulations?
My lips twisted. With difficulty I suppressed the need to shut down her smug happiness.
I took hold of her upper arm as the car bearing the cute girl drove off. “It’s late. I doubt anyone will disturb us. Now, where was I? Punishment then fucking your brains out?”
I turned to the picnic tables, hauling her with me, and noticed the dog with one of its forepaws held off the ground as if it were sore.
“She forgot her dog?”
“I guess it’s not
hers?” Red observed.
“Ah.” So what did a man do with a dog in the middle of nowhere that seemed lost?
It limped closer.
“Don’t speak another word,” I told Red, making it a command.
Was that in the agreement? I didn’t care.
“Let’s get this one taken care of then I will look at that,” I said to the dog.
I towed Red to the table that was set in the deepest shadows. I removed my belt and shirt, as well as her panties, then considered undressing her. I decided I preferred the implied rape scenario of her being fully dressed. I had her kneel on the seat – knowing full well it would hurt her knees after a while.
That itch to hurt was trawling my mind presently, pacing back and forth.
Resistance is futile.
The road was past several sight-line obstructions – small trees, BBQ, and that other table. Most likely we were hard to see.
I tied her hands at her back with the belt, her ankles to the metal seat slats with shirt and a cord I fetched from the car, then I rearranged her dress and gathered it to her waist, the top of it I rolled down. Mostly naked but not quite. Lastly, I tore away her panties and gagged her.
“Now you can speak.”
She sideways glared at me.
I shook my head at how perfect this was, how alluring, with her cunt and ass on display, and her so helpless. The blush and swelling of her cunt and the glistening along her slit, were from the earlier torture I’d put her through.
I stroked two fingers from the top of her ass crack, trailing them down between her legs to where I stopped beside her entrance, fingers split and pressing on her.
“What do you want, Red?” She wriggled, moaning through the gag when I circled her cunt, over and over. “Want to be fucked, or should I stripe this ass first?” This time her sideways look was desperate rather than irate.
I took a few steps away from her.
I wasn’t sure who I was torturing more by leaving her tied down, exposed, and turned on.
Why, when I had fucked her a million times was this so excruciating? I tsked at my own contrariness.
To make more certain that this theatre of mine would not be interrupted, I fetched the ute and left it parked where it should block us from the traffic.
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