Looking back I wonder how many times I've sat in that booth oblivious to the world around me while reading or studying and sipping a latte. My day had started and was unfolding like every weekday of my life. Running late to classes, a hurried lunch, more classes and then relaxing here in my favorite coffee house while studying for tomorrow.
It must have been fate that on this day I was reading a story, Fanny Hill, for English Literature that had many passionate love passages and instances of sex written into the story plot. The writing had stirred a passionate response in me as it had been quite some time since I had allowed my mind to turn to anything sexual in nature. It had been months since Arnold and I had called it quits and our sex life had fallen off months before the actual break-up.
Maybe my face had turned red or something and he had picked up on my sexual uneasiness, the pumping of my thighs as I squeezed them trying to sate the gnawing craving within my loins, I don't know. But the young man sitting across from me in the shop, some thirty feet or so away was definitely interested in me. I don't know what caused me to look up, a sixth sense or whatever that feeling is that one gets when someone is staring at you, but I did. His gaze was straight towards me and when I looked at him he quickly turned away, not embarrassed but more like he was up to no good. Pretending to read I kept watching him with my peripheral vision, something making me quite uneasy about the way he kept staring at me. He was a young and good looking African-American man, brown eyes, black hair, and seemed to be quite fit in stature.
He had an overcoat thrown casually across his waist as he sat at his table and his legs stretched out in front of him with ankles crossed. His eyes were so striking, and when he looked at me it was as if he was looking into my soul. I felt that he could somehow see the passion that was filling my body from the words that I read, and that thought caused a fire to burn within my groin. I glanced up and my eyes were looking directly into his and the passion I saw there sent a shudder to course through my being. It was as if he were stroking me from within, touching my most private places using only his eyes. His dark orbs burned with an intensity that I'd only seen in men while making love.
Like most white women I guess I had fantasized many times while masturbating about being forcefully taken by a very well endowed black male. Of course my upbringing would never allow me to engage in that act willingly so in my fantasy I was raped, forced to do unspeakable things to him and the friends of his that he gave me to. I never failed to orgasm intensely and repeatedly while under the influence of this vision. And now here I was, my eyes gazing into a black man's eyes and my mind sensing that somehow he knew of my most dark desires and needs.
I had to break contact with his eyes as I felt uncomfortable and my breathing had deepened and become quite raspy. I was grappling with the intensity of his gaze, looking down at my novel when I first noticed the slight movement of the coat upon his waist. His left hand was holding his coffee cup but his right was under the coat, unseen. His hips shifted almost nervously and his tongue ran quickly over his lips, wetting them as his eyes lowered and his gaze fell beneath my table. I could feel his gaze burning into the skin of my partially exposed thighs as I watched the movement under his coat quicken. Turning my head to face him I openly watched as the coat slowly fell away from his uplifting hand and a dark object arose, poking from behind the folds of the coat. It was with a sudden gasp that I now recognized the bulbous shape of his glans as he moved it into my sight.
Quickly I lowered my gaze to the pages before me and began reading in earnest……….."placed me favourably for his wanton purpose of inspection. Then, who can express the fire his eyes glisten'd, his hands glow'd with! whilst sighs of pleasure, and tender broken exclamations, were all the praises he could utter. By this time his machine, stiffly risen at me, gave me to see it in its highest state and bravery. He feels it himself, seems pleas'd at its condition, and, smiling loves and graces",…….and as if acting from the written words I read he pulls his hardened rod to an erect position and holds it in all its huge glory for my eyes to feast upon. My body reels with the craving passion that causes shudders of delight to race through me as I try desperately not to look at the delight he offers. My mind is confused, I am angry, I cannot believe the boldness of his actions, but also I cannot deny the throbbing need that I feel in my body.
He wears a leering smile on his face as he sees my thighs pumping faster. It's as if he knows the effect his baring his manhood has upon me and try as I might I cannot help but squirm and press into the seat seeking some pressure to relieve the throbbing need his actions have instilled within me. The words I read offer no solace to my minds need…."I, struggling faintly, could not help feeling what I could not grasp, a column of the whitest ivory, beautifully streak'd with blue veins, and carrying, fully uncapt, a head of the liveliest vermilion: no horn could be harder or stiffer; yet no velvet more smooth or delicious to the touch"……I close my eyes and lay my head back against the cushioned seat as my clitoris throbs unabashedly and a yearning emptiness that craves to be filled wettens in anticipation. From beneath near closed eyelids I watch him as he strokes his thick stallion like cock, his huge glans throbbing with a boldness that is plainly visible even from this distance.
I want to run, to disappear, but a part of me keeps me riveted to my seat. My muscles feel frozen, tensed, my breathing is ragged and deep and I crave to touch myself. My mouth waters at the thought of placing my mouth down over his huge glans, his hand on my head forcing me to suck the cream from his balls….NO!…NO!!…I can't think those thoughts I tell myself as I feel my resolve slipping away.
I glance around almost furtively to see if anyone else can see what he is doing but I see no one, not even the counter help. His eyes glisten with a demonic fire as he watches my chest lifting and falling, thighs squeezing, knowing full well how I crave to press my body down onto his ebony shaft and feel it spurting it's hot seed into my depths as my own orgasmic juices mingle and mix with his. His hands, both now, move up and down his thick shaft as I now openly observe his actions. My eyes seem to feel the hardness he possesses and his length now extends over the tabletop.
I know what I am about to do and my whole being screams its revulsion but the forces building within me demand relief and I have no ability to prevent it as my thighs uncross and open. My skirt rides up my thighs as my thighs spread wantonly. My mind is gripped by a carnality unlike any I've ever known. My breathing is deep, hurried, as my hands extend to my inner thighs while my gaze caresses the object of my all consuming desire. I position myself to where he is looking directly at the treasure he openly desires. His hand begins pumping rapidly as my fingers pull my panties aside and I begin slowly rolling my clit under the balls of my fingers. I can't control my hips as they hunch, roll as in my mind I feel his animal like cock open and enter me. Spasms race through me, jolts of pure pleasure emanate from my manipulating myself as in my mind he rises, comes to me and forces his magnificent cock deep inside me. He presses his rod downward to point towards me and I see the gleam of his precum as it oozes from his tip and I know he nears cumming. His wanting me to know that fact causes me to hunch quickly into my caresses.
That thought fills me with a molten heat, a burning within my soul to feel that hotness erupting inside me. My hand quickens it rubbing of my clit and my other presses three fingers as far as possible into my clenching cauldron of pleasure. I feel the first tremors of orgasm as I watch his thighs tighten and lift, cock stiffening and his large glans swelling like a stallion trumpeting! Like an exploding volcano it erupts, sending long streaming ribbons of his pearlescent thick cum rocketing upwards like cannon-shot. His hands stroke quickly, sporadically, as his asscheeks squeeze, hips rising and body trembling before relaxing and settling back into his seat. Each tensing uplifting sends another thick glob of ecstasy streaming like a comet, its tail trailing from his pulsing tip. His urgency relieved his balls continue to pump the seemingly endless supply of his molten lava from his tip.
My entire body quakes as I think of him erupting so arduously deep in my womb. I hear the squishing of his hands as they continue stroking amidst the overflow of his balls as it flows down his long shaft to coat his pumping hands, lubricating them. That sight has me rolling and fingering my pussy until my whole body is tensed in an orgasm unlike any I've ever felt roil my mind. My eyes close and I tremble and shake for what seems hours as hard spasms rock my world, and all I can do is hold my hand tightly against my mound and squeeze my thighs and moan loudly, hips rocking back and forth in unison with my spasming pleasure.
When the waves of pleasure finally relent and I'm sitting there with my body jerking, breathing coming in gasps I open my eyes and he is gone! Vanished like an Incubus in the night after sating his needs, leaving me exhausted by my own sating experience. Was he real or just a figment of my imagination caused by my reading such erotic passages in this novel? If not for the coffee cup residing on the table and his ejaculate coating the floor, table and even upon the chair he sat in I could have convinced myself of his imaginary state. Left alone I again begin reading; " every one of which was a joy inexpressible; and that joy lost in a crowd of yet greater blisses! But this was a disorder too violent in nature to last long: the vessels, so stirr'd and intensely heated, soon boil'd over, and for that time put out the fire; meanwhile all this dalliance and disport had so far consum'd the morning, that it became a kind of necessity to lay breakfast and dinner into one." And at that I picked up a napkin and began wiping the joy I had experienced from my fingers and thighs. Then I arose and went to the ladies room to freshen up a bit.
That night I lay in my bed and recounted the afternoon’s events. How vividly I recalled his stroking of his wonderful cock. The thought that he wanted me so badly, that he was hardened by the mere sight of me caused me to burn with a need for his cock. Or was he just taunting me, teasing me, never planning on pleasuring me in any way but to give me this memory so that I could lay here and rub myself while wondering how that thickness would feel inside of me, pressuring me, stretching me, my mind knowing full well that it was a black man's cock that would be spewing his hot seed within my walls. My body was now squirming with a heated desire. My mind begged to fulfill the needs I felt. Reaching for the nightstand drawer I retrieved my largest dildo and began pressing it into my wetness while remembering the sight of that beautiful black cock. In my mind I could feel his hands on my body as he drove deeply into me, taunting me with his words, calling me a white slut, making me beg for his big black dick, forcing himself fully into my resisting body as I cried out in pain before begging him not to ever stop fucking me with his manly cock. I was hunching fiercely into the dildo now, in a kneeling position, forcing all of it into me as I felt his ebony body fucking hard into my spasming pussy.
I don't recall ever spending so much time pleasuring myself or enjoying each orgasm so much as I did that night.
I felt alive, like a part of me that I had never known had exposed itself. I had such erotic thoughts, like I wished I would have just arose and walked to him and pressed my pussy down onto his cock and fucked him right there in the coffee shop. The thought excited me wildly! The vision of me impaled on such a monster cock where anyone could just walk in and catch me, know that I am enjoying a large black cock in my white pussy, cumming repeatedly on it as they watch had me forcing the dildo deep into my wanton pussy. Never before in my life had I experienced such an overwhelming arousement as I had watching him express his desire for my pussy. The thrill of knowing we could be caught at any moment had heightened my arousement to the point of submission to the craving he instilled in me.
I had heard of black men possessing such large weapons of pleasure and having balls of endless cum. But to see one in reality and watch it spew such enormous amounts of cum, especially when I was the proxy recipient of that hot spewing just made me throb with a craving wetness I've never felt before. I now realized that as soon as I found the time I would have to pursue a good Black dicking of my pure white pussy!
Look at My Dick White Girl 2
It was weeks later on a bus ride to downtown that I found myself alone on the bus, sitting all the way in the rear as I used to in my high school days. Presently the bus stopped and picked up a passenger. After paying his fare the man walked to the rear of the bus and sat in front of me on the long bench type seat facing to my right. He had an overcoat on and a scarf wrapped his face. I was idly looking out the window, riding, and watched a few more passengers getting on at the next stop. One, an older lady of 35 or so, sat in the front facing seat right before the man in the overcoat. I found myself looking at the other passengers wondering about their lives etc. when I found myself staring at the eyes of the man in the coat. I remembered those eyes, the intensity of them and I felt a warmth begin to spread through my body. Could it be I wondered? His head would turn and I could see his gaze running the length of my body and see his hands in the coats pockets move slightly. Was this really him I wondered, was he rubbing his big dick even now as he looked at me? I allowed my jacket to fall open exposing my breasts to his gaze as my thighs opened slightly exposing some creamy white skin to him. As I expected, his hand began moving more quickly under his coat and I opened my thighs widely, exposing my panties to his view brazenly.
No one could see my actions except him and I was the only person capable of seeing him from the shoulders down. His gaze fell immediately to my pussy and then back up to my face. I saw his recognition of me expressed as a seething heat in his eyes. I felt the first tremors of my arousement as I saw his eyes begin to gleam as before. When he withdrew his hands from his pockets and opened his coat front to reveal that beautiful ebony staff, even now hardening under my gaze, I can't describe the sensations that raced through my body. My mind seemed seared by the heat that filled me! My thighs jerked close as my entire body experienced a wave of electric like energy from the intense spasm I felt in my pussy. He remained sitting there while stroking his hardening meat. It was then I realized what an exhibitionist truly was. He got off on seeing the effect he had on me just like I got off knowing how badly he wanted me. I slid my hand into my panties and began fingering myself uninhibitedly, not a bit hesitant as before. I shifted my body and quickly removed my panties, placing them in my pocket before again widely spreading my thighs and hiking my skirt.
He motioned for me to sit beside him so I did. His cock was right there and as he placed his hand on mine I remembered the words from Fanny Hill "a head of the liveliest vermilion: no horn could be harder or stiffer; yet no velvet more smooth or delicious to the touch. Presently he guided my hand lower, to that part in which nature and pleasure keep their stores in concert, so aptly fasten'd and hung on to the root of their first instrument and minister, that not improperly he might be styl'd their purse-bearer too: there he made me feel distinctly, through their soft cover, the contents, a pair of roundish balls, that seem'd to play within, and elude all pressure but the tenderest, from without.", and as he lifted it and placed it upon his rigid pole I felt all my inhibitions course from my being in a spasming rush and I felt a wetness in my pussy that flowed.
So hard! So big my hand could not encircle it. And the way it jerked in my grasp, it felt so muscular and the heft of it told of the way it would surely force it's way into any orifice it deemed worthy. I wanted it, wanted to feel it ripping deep into my pussy. Feeling it and needing it so badly filled me with sensations like I'd never felt before. When I looked at it, it seemed to draw my mouth to it, I wanted to taste of it like no other cock in my life. My mind was torn, could I do that here in public. Me, a white girl, breaking the taboo that has always been instilled in white women for ages by being a black cock slut. I knew the answer before I even asked the question. As I stroked it I could hear low moans in his chest and his hand reached up to grasp my head and pull it to him. My clit throbbed so hard as my mouth descended on his glans that I felt I was close to cumming. His hand forced me down onto his cock, fingers entwining in my hair and literally pushing and pulling my mouth up and down his dick. I felt used, I felt raped as he fucked up into my mouth and pushed his huge cock head into my throat, choking me, gagging me.
The sounds of my pleasured plight caused the woman in front of us to look back and gasp as she saw my head being used as an instrument of his enjoyment. I thought she was jumping up to go tell the driver but instead she just moved to a rear seat across from us and gaped as I sucked and licked at his huge black cock. That excited him even more than my sucking his cock was, the knowledge of another woman becoming aroused at the sight of his huge dick. He began forcing deep into my throat, holding his swollen glans there as I felt it pulsing his excitement. His moans became hurried, his breathing deep as he felt the tightness of my constricting throat caressing his dick each time I attempted to swallow air around his fat cock. The lady again moved and began fingering her pussy in the seat I had vacated. I could feel his cock growing, throbbing, and his imminent cumming had me also about to unleash a torrent from within my spasming pussy.
His cock was so long that each time my head bobbed up on it my eyes would see over the seat back in front of us and I saw the driver's eyes meeting mine as he adjusted his mirror. Without her sitting there it was plainly obvious to anyone looking how he was using me. Knowing the driver and this woman were both seeing me sucking this big black dick had me cumming hard, moaning from deep in my chest around his throbbing glans, sucking hard on it as I tried not to bite him from the intensity of my spasms. Suddenly, as the woman tensed from watching us I felt his dick harden and the first hot blast of black man's cum shot into my sucking mouth. My mind exploded with the knowledge that a black man was filling my mouth with cum. Me a straight laced Protestant girl was frenziedly sucking and licking, coaxing each dreg of cum from his ballsac and greedily swallowing it like a cum crazed whore….and I loved it!! I loved the way I felt as each hot explosion spewed against my tongue and I felt and tasted his seed as I greedily swallowed it. My tongue laved at his dick hole collecting the ribbons of cum that stretched down into my throat after each forceful expulsion from his black balls.
It also inflamed me knowing that this unknown woman was cumming thinking of doing what I was doing; that she too wished to impale her pussy on his steedly dick and feel it trying to impregnate her with it's hot explosions. I felt a kinship of sorts with her, knowing how this episode of carnality was going to change her life as it had mine. As the woman finally relaxed and the realization of what she had just witnessed and done herself sank in she quickly arose and rang the bell and got off the bus, never even glancing our way. Lifting my head I lay back on the seat and closed my eyes while savoring the last few minutes. The bell ringing again seemed a far distance away as my thighs clenched repeatedly, as the last spasms of my lust drained from me. I was about to ask him to come to my apartment but when I opened my eyes I saw him departing the bus, also never looking back. I was shocked, once again he had disappeared after using me for his satisfaction.
At my stop as I walked past the driver to the steps of the bus he smiled and motioned towards my jacket lapel and to my horror there was a large pearly white gob of cum ebbing downwards along it. Graciously he handed me a tissue and remarked, "If you need anything else let me know" and our eyes met in that knowing glance and I said, "Thanks, I'll remember that". He wasn't all that bad looking even though he was old enough to be my father.
Again, as before, that night I serviced my pussy for many hours with a newly acquired huge black dildo with a suction cup base while in my mind fucking my elusive black lover. So many black men that I'm sure would fuck me in an instant and here I craved this guy's dick and couldn't think of it enough.
Now as I remembered the feel of it in my hand and the taste of his cum, the way it throbbed so muscularly, the feeling of strength that it imbued as it jerked and spasmed as it pumped it's manly loads from deep in his balls into my white mouth, I cried. I cried because of his discarding me like a used condom, and the slutty feeling it imbued in me. But somehow even that fact excited me. He wanted me as a woman , nothing more, just to use me for his manly pleasure and needs. Mmmmm I wanted to feel that explosion in my pussy, to feel his rigid cock jerking inside me as it swelled and hammered me deeply. Even my dildo's weren't as thick as his cock! I craved to feel his hotness throbbing in me deeply, buried to his balls inside me and me just rolling my hips, caressing its hard muscular shaft as its steel-like hardness straightened and penetrated my entire birth canal. I pressed my black dildo into my womb and hunched, rubbing its tip against my walls as in my mind I ground against his swollen glans, coaxing it to explode and drive his hot cum into my stretched walls..mmmmmm
I could feel him moving inside me, caressing each little spot inside my pussy with his thickness. And what if he forced me to take him in my ass, could I possibly stretch that far, would he care or just force that muscular cock into me and pound my asshole till he flooded me with his cum…….mmmmm that thought made me want to cum hard. Sometimes I thought I loved this guy and I didn't even know his name, just that he liked to use me to make him cum….and I loved that especially…the way he used me, first, in the coffee shop using the sight of my arousement and the thought of me and then on the bus degrading me, using my mouth, fucking me like he owned me in front of others, with no concern for my feelings, like a cave man!! Would I ever see him again I wondered……..hhhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Look At My Cock White Girl; 3
It was many weeks later when myself and my new boyfriend were at the campus library studying for finals that the next chapter in my experience of the black guy was to transpire. I had risen and walked into the back aisles of the library searching for a volume I needed to study. I was kneeling on all fours, craning my neck sideways as I peered at the books at floor level trying to read the titles when someone walked up to me. The person just stood there as I was crawling towards them eyeing the volumes. Needing to pass the spot they were standing at I was about to say “pardon me’ as my head lifted to speak to them but as my face became upturned a hand grasped my hair and a hard black cock was forced into my opened mouth. I was startled and fearful of my life as I tried to push him away. My screams were muffled as he pushed into my throat, his hand pulling my hair painfully, holding me! My hands formed fists and I beat at his body as my gaze shifted upwards to his face. My fighting ceased as I saw his eyes, those same demonic eyes that I had seen twice before and my fear was replaced by a warming feeling, a feeling that filled me with need and awakened an old craving instantly.
My hands found his magnificent cock as I massaged it and sucked at his large glans, sliding my tongue around it. I was thrilled and in heaven that once again this black man allowed me to service his wonderful cock. His big hands held my head tightly as he fucked my mouth, whispering to me how he was going to fuck me hard and deep, how he was going to fill my white pussy with his “nigger seed”. Violently pulling my head from his cock he commanded me to stand and turn around. I immediately jumped to my feet and turned my back to him and felt his hand on my back as he bent me over. “Lift your skirt and drop your panties he ordered me”,. Quickly removing my undies I let them drop to the floor, my mind reeling from the thought that I was finally going to feel the cock I had craved and fantasized about so long.
I felt so slutty standing there, my skirt gathered in my hands, ass pointing rearwards, knowing that people were sitting just feet from us, my god, I thought, what if Billy walks back here to check on me. I was about to run from there when I felt this thickness push between my thighs, a hard, muscular but yielding feeling, pushing until his bulbous glans was poking from between my thighs, rubbing my clit and lips as he hunched it along my slit. I could feel my inhibitions fleeing me as I felt my lips spreading, gripping the thickness of his shaft and my hips began hunching against it, my clit being pressured into it as my resolve waned. My breathing was now deep and hurried as my hand reached down and pressed it to me as I hunched on it.
I felt weak and a fire was lit within me, a craving that had to be fulfilled quickly or I should be consumed by the heat that burned and throbbed in my being. His hand pressed on my back and bent me till my hands were on my knees and I felt his tip sliding to my entrance, pressing into me. Fear gripped me as I felt his girth spreading me, my entrance stretching, straining, to accommodate his huge size. My mind said to pull away but something inside me made me press into his thrust, even though I felt I was being ripped apart I couldn’t stop, I wouldn’t stop, I needed him inside me, fucking me. All the erotic thoughts I had envisioned for so many months forced me on as his hands gripped my hips and with a mighty shove I felt him enter me, his head clasped by my walls as my inner lips caressed his thick shaft, gripped him tightly as I felt a sensation that could best be described as LOVE!. There were sensations flooding my body like none I had ever experienced, each slight movement by either of us caused an onrush of pleasure that made me bite my knuckles to keep from screaming my reaction to his cock. He was so big!! I tried to spread my thighs to help accommodate his girth but I still felt my pelvis bones being pushed open, pressured as he fucked his pole into me even deeper.
My mind was filling, fogging with a blissful emptiness; I could only process the myriad of pleasurable sensations roiling through my being. My eyes saw the Library but I couldn’t focus my thoughts on it. His cock was my world, I could only feel, feel and love, hunch and push. I’d never felt anything so good before, anything that seemed to make each cell of my body pulse with pleasure. I felt I was going insane, that my mind was losing control as he thrust deeper and deeper into my pussy, his hands holding my hips, pulling me to his hardest thrusts as I tensed. My cum was flowing like a river from around his cock as I tensed repeatedly, my juices lubricating his cock so that he could fuck me faster, deeper, hurting my pussy until I begged him not to stop!
The sensations continued to assail my brain, flooding my mind with an endless parade of orgasms that had me shaking and trembling with their intensity. With each new spasm my pussy clenched his thick cock even tighter making him feel even larger and hotter. I could feel each throbbing beat of his heart in my pussy walls as he pressed deep in me and held his cock to me while I moaned and flowed my appreciation, begging him to fuck me, pleading for him to cum in me, to let me feel his hot nuts exploding inside my pussy. I was crying from the intense pleasure I felt as my walls were stretched painfully, crying from the wonderful feeling his cock imbued in my mind and body, the sensational release of all these months of needing and wanting to feel this and now it was even better than anyone could have ever imagined.
In the midst of all my many orgasms I saw Billy across the room looking for a book and for some reason it excited me. I felt so utterly the slut as I felt his hot glans throbbing inside me and my lover of the past weeks unaware of my hunching into his dick…I came so hard my legs felt weak and my body sagged as the thought of him turning around and espying me impaled on this huge black cock, caused even more intense ripples of pleasure to surge through my pussy. Lowering me to the floor he fucked me doggy style, ramming into me so hard I cried out with each forward stroke of his dick. Hearing me, an older man walked to the center of the room and began glancing our way. Soon my gaze was locked with his as he glanced nervously around, not knowing if I was being raped or we were just lovers. My black lover whispered to me, “motion for him to come here’, “no, I cried, please don’t make me”, “do it, I said”, was his only reply as he began hammering me even harder, his cock feeling as if it were swelling even more inside my pussy. I was his, I’d do anything he asked as long as he fucked me like this. I raised my hand the next time he faced me and motioned for him to come over to us. He hesitated but the growing bulge in his pants soon won him over and he approached us.
I felt so humiliated; me a white girl being fucked hard by a black man in a public library and now another human being, a white man was seeing my pleasure. But knowing he was there, seeing the outline of his cock against his pants had me on fire. I fucked back into his big cock frenziedly, hunching my clit against his big ballsac as he forced every inch deep inside me. The fact of a white man watching him fuck me, seeing how much I loved his cock, had him pounding me even harder and faster. Then slowing, he said, “take his dick out and suck him off”, My humiliation was complete as I unzipped the man’s fly and reached in and pulled his cock from his pants allowing it to hang there, bobbing and weaving as if it were alive. I could see his precum gleaming at the tip he was so aroused by the sound of me moaning my pleasure as my lover forced his black dick into my depths. Placing my hands on his hips I lifted my face until I could slip his cock into my mouth and at the taste of his dick my mind exploded. The feel of this man’s hands on my head and my pussy being speared so deeply had me on fire. I sucked him like a cock crazed whore and he was soon spurting in my mouth as I choked and gagged but couldn’t stop sucking at his dick.
It was at that precise moment, as the man’s cum was oozing from around his dick, choking me as I tried to swallow it all as he emptied his balls in my throat that I felt my black cock lover swell and throb and begin spewing like a fire hose inside my pussy. I couldn’t stop cumming as the heat of his sperm scalded my walls, and he rammed his erupting cock completely into my soul. I had cum leaking from my nostrils, down my thighs and all I could do was tense and pray not to die until I had emptied his big balls into my pussy. The man’s cock slid from my mouth as I gasped and trembled, sure that I was at the ending of my life from the ripping feeling in my pussy. But still I heard my voice begging, “fuck me!, don’t stop!….cum….cum….oh god I feel it….aaarrrggghhhhhiiiieeeeee and was pushing as hard as possible into his spurting cockhead. I was drained, I felt lifeless as I slid down to the floor, my ass hoisted to his sporadic thrusting, moisture covering my pussy, thighs and my face covered, dripping cum.
I closed my eyes and lay there feeling so drained and complete, so utterly womanly, like I had accomplished a miracle by draining his big balls and those of the other man. When he withdrew his stallion-like cock from inside me I felt so gaping and empty, like a part of me was missing and there was this craving hole where it should be. Glancing up I saw that the older guy was gone and this time I was determined to talk to this black stud of mine as I rolled over but alas again he had disappeared. Retrieving my panties I cleaned myself with them and then shoved them beside a book titled, “ Two Men and a Woman” which I felt was entirely appropriate. I had to hold on to the bookshelves at first my legs and knees were so weak. Leaning there I wondered what I was going to tell Billy and also wondered if the man had said anything to anyone, probably not I reasoned. Returning to the table and Billy, I said, “I think I feel hungry, want to go get something to eat”, to which he replied, “I think I may be hungry for some of you, what say we go home and lay you on the table and I’ll just have a mighty fine meal”, “SURE!, I replied, the thought of Billy’s tongue pressing into my cummy pussy while I hunched into his face, knowing he was tonguing my Black lover’s cum just seemed to ignite something inside me………….something so deep inside me that Billy’s white cock could never extinguish it again…..as we walked out I could feel the wetness of my mysterious lover’s cum leaking from me causing me to smile as I wondered where my big black cocked lover would appear in my life next and if I would ever know his name?
It’s been three weeks since Billy and I broke up now and I wonder if any white man will ever be able to satisfy this yearning need I have inside me now. Billy must have caught me masturbating 7-8 times with my big black dildo before I admitted to him that yes, I did think of a black man with a huge cock fucking me while I used it. It was then I found out just how racist he was as he called me all sorts of names and said he couldn’t understand why any white woman would want to fuck a black guy. I knew our relationship was over when I blurted out, “because their big cocks satisfy us better than white guys!” The look on his face was one of horror and disbelief as he asked, “How do you know that, have you ever fucked a black guy?”. I knew I should have lied but I was mad at the names he called me and I defiantly screamed, “YES! And he fucked me better than you could ever dream of!”
His face was ashen and then flushed as he just stared at me. I realized then that I had hurt him badly with my words and I jumped up and ran to him screaming how sorry I was but he just pushed me away and walked to the door as he said, “I’ll be back later and get my stuff”. I had thought after he calmed down he might return but it was two days later when he and a friend came and he packed his stuff and left while I was out. He left his key and a note saying, “Now you can move a real black dick in with you!” I sat and cried for two days. I hated my unknown black guy for what he had done to my life. Many of my friends would no longer talk to me or avoided me and I figured Billy had told them what I had said. I just felt like if they were like that I was better off without them as friends anyway!
But I had changed in many ways since my encounters with my unknown lover. Sitting in the coffee shop where it had all started, as I usually did when I was single, I noticed a black man I estimated to be in his late thirties come in and order a coffee and sit across from me. As he drank his coffee he kept glancing in my direction and smiling. He was a nice looking man, clear smooth skin the color of caramel and a friendly smile. Remembering the last time I sat across from a black man here, my thighs began pumping and a strange feeling came over me. I could feel a veil of lust invading my mind and my body began throbbing, yearning and I knew that I wanted this man to want me, to desire me as the other had. I was confused by my thoughts and my body was warm, aroused beyond understanding and my clit throbbed hard. I felt strange, almost like in a trance or something as my eyes met his and we stared into the others soul it seemed.
My thighs began opening as if they were acting on their own and I was powerless to stop them. No!, No!,my mind screamed as my breathing became deep and hurried and my knees spread even farther. His gaze fell beneath my table and I felt a ripple of need course through me as my resolve fled me and my thighs spread widely, inviting him, pleading with him to want me. Without looking I knew that my panties were soaked with my moisture and I felt even wetter as I watched the bulge in his pants grow until his cock was etched against the fabric plainly, stretching them as it strained to be set free. I seemed to melt into the seat as my gaze stared at his growing desire, my hand finding its way between my thighs to rub my clit through my panties. I felt drugged, unable to resist the urges within my being as his hand began rubbing along his hardening cock. It was as if I craved him, had to make him want me and when he expressed his obvious need my body exploded with need, hard ripples of pleasure cascading from my groin as I manipulated my clit.
A part of me wanted to run as fast as I could from that place but my body didn’t respond to that part of my mind even when he stood and approached my table. He stood there beside me watching as my hand moved, pressuring my clit, a smile on his face. He said not a word as his hand unzipped his fly and he reached in and withdrew his cock. It seemed as large as my black lovers and I felt my breathing become raspy and my mouth seemed so dry, lips scorched, tongue wetting them constantly as he pumped his cock only inches from my face. My mind screamed for me to run but I couldn’t move, finally admitting in my mind that I wanted him, wanted any black cock as my body leaned forward and my lips opened and allowed his glans to press between them before suckling it, laving it as I savored the taste of his dick and the aroma surrounding his balls.
His hands on my head excited me and when he began hunching into my mouth, pressing into my throat my pussy screamed to fuck him and my hands flew to my crotch instinctively. I couldn’t think, just feel as so many thoughts and sensations flooded my mind at once. My hands and fingers flew over my mound as he fucked my throat. He used me like a whore, fucking his cock deep into my throat as I tried to swallow it, fucking my face like it was a pussy for him to use as he saw fit. I choked, tears flowed from my eyes as I realized how degrading this was and that I loved it, loved the way these black men just took me, made me their slut even in public. Made me love their big wonderful cocks and gave me their hot cum as reward for servicing them.
I never once thought of stopping as he fucked my mouth, only of needing his cum, needing to feel him exploding in my mouth, on me, it didn’t matter. I felt driven, like my sole purpose in life was to make this black man want me so I could please him by taking his hot jism, coaxing it from his balls by whatever means he required of me. Soon his precum seeped from his tip and I knew he was close. That fact seemed to sear itself into my brain and spurred me to suck at his cock like a crazed slut. I felt his hands grip my head and he began fucking me down onto his cock, forcing his fat glans into my throat as he hunched, holding me to him, not allowing me to breathe as he fucked me. My mind was delirious with fear as I thought he would strangle me with his cock, but I couldn’t have stopped him if I wanted too and I didn’t. No, I needed his cum, needed him to shoot his hot elixir into my stomach. Thankfully he withdrew allowing me to breathe before ramming back deep into my throat and exploding, pumping his hot cum down my throat as he pulled me by my hair to his spewing dick, holding me as he fucked my face. His groans of pleasure as he erupted within me sent ripples of pleasure through my body as I tensed, cumming hard as he continued to use me to sate his own needs.
His grip loosened and his glans slipped back into my mouth as he fucked it in and out of my lips. “Suck me bitch, get every drop you white slut” was his only words to me as I sucked and licked him clean. Then he placed his cock back into his pants, zipped up, turned and walked back to his table and picked up his coffee, drank it and walked out the door without so much as a glance my way. I slumped in my seat, his taste still in my mouth as I glanced around furtively, the pungent odor of my sex wafting in the air. Tears formed in my eyes as I thought about what I had become and how my desire seemed to take me over completely, drove me to do things that I couldn’t believe afterwards that I had really done. I headed for the restroom to clean myself and try to dry my panties some, not believing that no one that worked there had seen us.
As I opened the door I heard a something like a low moaning sound coming from within the room. Stepping inside I closed the door quietly as I listened again. There seemed to be someone in one of the stalls and I thought, constipated I guess! Entering a stall I quickly removed my panties and placed them into my purse before using toilet paper to wipe myself. As I was leaving the stall I heard this moaning sound again only louder and more pronounced and realized it was coming from the next stall, whose door was partly open. Thinking someone may be sick or something I slowly pushed open the door until my eyes caught sight of one of the girls that worked there leaning against the stall wall, her skirt gathered up to her waist and held by one hand, her other hand pushed down into the front of her panties and moving vigorously as low moaning sounds escaped her lips. Her eyes were closed and she was obviously masturbating herself. I wanted to leave before she saw me but my legs wouldn’t move. My mind was captivated by the erotic sounds and the sight of her arousement.
I felt the stirrings of my own arousement begin as her hips began moving, hunching, and I was sure she was close to cumming but she kept slowing her movements like she was relishing the feelings within her, savoring the exquisiteness of the sensations her hand was creating as she caressed herself. I could feel my mind fogging with lust, feel myself again entering that trance-like state where I was lost to the carnality within my mind. It seemed like a dream as I entered the stall and quietly closed the door and stepped beside her and lowered my head and as my lips touched hers my hand pressed against hers as it moved upon her pussy. She started at my touch and tried to resist, her hand flying from her panties, but I continued kissing her, my hand replacing hers as I massaged her clit through her panties and soon I could feel her body relax as her inhibitions fled her and the fires within her were again stoked, only by my caresses not her own.
My lips kissed her neck as her moaning increased and I could feel the wetness at her entrance as my hand pulled her panties aside and my fingers slid deep within her, stroking inside her, raking her walls as she hunched, her hands holding me, pulling me to her body as her hips gyrated and pressed into my probing. Palm crushing her clit, rotating against it until her head fell rearwards and her breathing came hurried and her pelvis feverishly moved of its own volition in response to my hard probing of her pussy. Her thighs squeezed my hand and her own hand covered mine as she erupted in orgasm, body bending from the intensity she felt as her one hand clawed at my body to keep her upright as her knees bent, caving from the weakness that flowed through her as she tensed and cried out. I guided her to the seat as she sat while still squeezing her thighs tightly together, her face turned up to me as her hands slid up under my skirt and then her face pushed forward and I felt her tongue against my groin like a teasing wetness, laving above my clit, licking lower and lower, closer to the throbbing need I felt there.
I moved beside her and placed one foot on the flusher mechanism as my pussy moved over her face. My whole body shook with pleasure as her tongue found the orb of my greatest need and sucked it softly. I wanted to scream as her tongue moved over me, sucking at me , lips pulling at me gently. My head lay back and my eyes closed as my hips hunched into her mouthing of my most private places. All I could do was hold her to me as I fucked into her wildly laving member, the thought of what I was doing and where, driving my lust until my pleasure expressed itself by a crescendo of shrill sounds erupting from within me while orgasming with a vengeance, crushing her face to my crotch as I spasmed over and over as her fingers pushed deep within me sending me spiraling into an even more intense trembling and tensing of muscles until I thought my bones would surely break and then falling against the stall wall to keep from falling as relief spread through my body and I felt the same weakness that she had some many moments before.
'That was so good", I said to her. "Not as good as when you cum sucking that guys dick I bet", she replied. "You saw that did you", I asked? "That’s what got me so worked up to start with", she replied. "Damn his dick was sooo big and hard and you sucked him so deep into your mouth. Watching him fuck your mouth had me creaming my panties and I had to come in here and play with myself. Do you do this with girls all the time", she asked? "No actually this was my first time, seeing you so aroused just really turned me on", I answered. "Have you ever ate a girls pussy, you were my first and I think I really like it", she said blushing! "Hmmm no I never have but I would be lying if I said I never thought about it", I confessed. "Would you like to try on me, I mean if you really want to, I have always wanted a girl to do me", she asked almost hopefully. She felt that fog creeping into her mind again as she thought of eating this girls pussy, her gaze devouring the girls body. She took her hand and pulled her up and kissed her as her hands roamed the girl. Both of them were panting, excited by the time their tongues parted and she led the girl to the counter where the wash bowls were and told her to, "Climb up here".
The girl jumped up on the counter and I slid my hands beneath her dress and pulled her panties from her and lay them aside as I knelt between her opened thighs and began licking all around her mound. She was wet, covered with the pleasure I had evoked from her earlier and I savored it with my taste buds as I licked and swallowed it. Her eyes were beginning to fog with lust and need as my tongue flatly laved her mound like a puppy would. Her moans expressed the pleasure she felt as my tongue tip circled her swollen clit, her hips hunching, rolling as she lifted her legs, knees at her chest as she opened herself to my laving caresses. I watched her chest begin to rise and fall heavily and heard her breathing becoming ragged, her hands finding my head and holding me as her hips writhed.
There was a desperation in her movements and in her pleas as she moaned, "Suck me, suck my pussy, oh god it feels so good. Put your tongue in me, eat my pussy….PLEASE!" My tongue slid down the channel of her vulva till it was lodged in the wet folds of her inner labia, licking around her soaked flesh as her moans became cries and her hands held me to her clenching opening as she lost control and began hunching fitfully, almost violently into my face as I licked around her slick walls wildly, laving them hard as her cries became pleas for me not to stop. Then her body tensed, back arching as her thighs straightened alongside my head, trembling, jerking as I sucked and licked inside her tensing cunt. Her hands gripped her breasts tightly, squeezing them through her dress as her upper body writhed and tossed. Just when she thought she would regain a semblance of sanity my lips sucked at her clit HARD, tongue licking wildly and her entire body jerked and shook as she orgasmed even more intensely, waves of electric like thrills gripping every cell of her existence, head flailing wildly side to side as if trying to throw off the intense pleasure wracking her mind and body.
I was driven by her excitement, I needed her cum, needed for her to drown me with the joy I presented her. My fingers penetrated her deeply as my mouth tortured her clit and she shrieked loudly as her hips began a wild hunching movement, fucking my fingers as my tongue instilled a madness in her mind. I loved it, loved the power I felt to make her cum at will and to keep her hanging in heaven until I allowed her to breath again. My tongue found her asshole and raped it, licked at it stiffly until wet, then my fingers slid inside it and I fucked her there as my tongue probed her pussy and again sucked at her clit. I became so aroused I cum myself as she gripped my head tightly, hunching hard into my fingers up her ass and my entrenched tongue in her pussy. Then as my arousement waned and I realized my surroundings, I rose and kissed her, grabbed some paper towels and wiped myself off and quickly left as she lay across the counter holding her pussy and moaning loudly. God I thought, what kind of sex driven slut have I become? I felt dirty, like my inner slut was taking over my psyche, pushing the person I was from my being and replacing her with a wanton nymphomaniac.
That night I was lying in my bed recalling the day’s events and I felt so bad knowing what I had done. But even as troubled as my mind was at the cause of my actions I was still filled with a hunger and pleasure each time I thought of the mans hands holding my head as he forced his hot jism into my throat. And the experience with the counter girl had definitely opened a new door in my life. I tried to examine the feeling that came over me for some explanation of my actions, but I was at a loss to understand why I would have acted so slutty. I had felt like a trance came over me and some evil being took control of my mind and body that I couldn’t resist. My body seemed to act on it’s own volition even as my mind was crying out in opposition.
Tears formed in the corners of my eyes as I wondered how low I would fall into the abyss of carnality I seemed to be careening into. What strange desires would I next manifest when in the presence of a black man, and in what way would I allow myself to be used and humiliated I pondered. I made a conscious decision that I would never do anything like that again and with that I drifted off to a troubled sleep. In my dreams I found myself naked running down the street, pulling at every black man I saw and begging him to use me to sate themselves with my body. And when I looked at their faces they were blank except for the eyes, the eyes of my mysterious exhibitionist turned lover. And then his face loomed at me, the face from the coffee house that had smiled at me but I had forgotten because of the intense passion that drew me to his eyes. His eyes were like a vortex of need and desire that drew me into them and roiled my mind and body before then spitting me out the other side.
I awoke with a start when confronted with his face. I lay there for long minutes remembering his features, the lips in particular, not thick like many Black men but almost like a white man’s. His nose was smaller also than most blacks I surmised as I replayed his image in my mind, must have white blood in his line somewhere I guessed.
I found myself again thinking of my mysterious lover until my racing mind finally exhausted itself and I again slept. Only this time in my dreams my mystery man was making slow sweet love to me, his hands trailing over my body as his lips sucked and licked at me driving me to near madness with need. And my hands clasped his weighty manhood, pulling at it with a desperate need to feel it once again within me, filling me with his hot seed. I was begging him to take me to sate the devils that he had instilled within my mind and body from that first day.
But instead he rolled away from me and motioned for someone and to my horror many black men began grabbing my body, holding my thighs open widely and they crawled one after the other between my white thighs and planted their hot seed deep inside me as I screamed at first in terror and then in passionate lust as my body betrayed me once again and my mouth screamed for them to fuck me harder, deeper, more violently as my hips hunched wildly up to their largest and hardest cocks.
He stood and watched as they used my ass, pussy and filled my stomach with their molten juices until all were sated and then he placed his gargantuan cock at my mouth and ordered, “Suck it bitch!” I wanted his cum. Even after all that I still needed to please him, no other mattered. I sucked him with a frenzy, forcing him into my throat as my head twisted and turned, my hands following my head on its travels up and down his thick black shaft. Then with his hands on his hips and his cock out-thrust he said, “Suck it hard slut, eat my ball juice like the white cum slut you are” and I did, I sucked load after huge load of his cum down into my stomach as I pumped it from his cock, my hands squeezing his balls to elicit each hot spurt until empty he withdrew and said, “Till next time slut” and he was gone.
I awoke soaked with perspiration, my heart beating wildly and my pussy felt wettened and I cried. I cried with the realization that I was just a piece of meat to my mysterious black lover, someone to be used and then cast away like a used condom, spent, of no use to anyone once filled with his hot cum. I hated this person I had become but deep inside me I knew I was helpless to overcome the forces that gripped me when in his presence. Somehow he had become my owner and I his slave, a slave that worshipped at the altar of his cock. It was true; his cock was like an African idol that I worshipped, a phallic symbol in my mind of the control it represents over my thoughts and actions.
Every time I see a black man now I feel the pleasure his cock imparted to me and I am drawn to the man, drawn to please him, to service all his bodily needs and desires. My mind seems to fog with the need for every black man to want me as he did that first day. I crave the need I saw in his eyes as his manhood stood proudly, throbbing his desire for me, captivating my every thought with the intenseness of his ache. I have never been wanted so badly by anyone as he seemed to want me that day and watching him spurt his seed in public, unable to constrain his balls I now know the fog of lust that gripped his mind. Somehow the demon that inhabited him had crossed the distance between us and now inhabits my mind also. Now his need is mine and we are tied together for eternity, my life forever altered.
It has been a week since my last outpouring of lust in the coffee shop and I have been too embarrassed to return yet. What do you say to someone that you shared so intimate a time with but can’t even remember her name? Will she expect me to return to the restroom and repeat my performance with her and will I, will the sight of her unleash a torrent of desire in my mind as a black man does now also? I feel a throbbing in my groin each time I remember us in the stall and her upon the counter. I know I want to feel her body again, but not in the stall again, but in my bed. Remembering how I thrilled at the thought of being discovered there with her, the sweet fear adding to our excitement, and in the recesses of my mind I knew I would do it again if given the chance, so I had been avoiding the place lately. I thought maybe if I concentrate on my studies I might return to being the person I was.
“Dante, we’re going to need the full details of what you’ve witnessed. Let’s make this easy,” Dante hears at the edge of the darkness surrounding his vision. He couldn’t tell who said it. Groaning, he staggered to his feet and leant against the bars to get his vision back. “Dante. What happened?” Kagé’s voice. He shivered.
“Kagé, please, give me a minute.” Hei managed to grumble.
“We don’t have time. The Guild are capable of breeching our security. They could be here right now, and all you’re doing is aiding them, so tell me what the fuck happened.”
“Perhaps I want to aid them. They offered me a way out of this hell hole.”
“So you’re forgetting that they contracted both your parents?”
“At least they let me leave.”
“If you don’t tell me where The Guild are, I’m going to beat the shit out of you.” Dante heard the other Sectarians gasp. A voice spoke up from outside the bars,
“Lord Kagé, I don’t believe beating him is the way to go.”
Dante looked up at that. “You don’t know what he’s really like, do you?” He said to the darkness. “You all have no idea what he does.”
“We have a vague idea, Dante Hatake, but what he does is his own business.”
Kagé ended that conversation with a painful backhand that sent Dante reeling. “Jesus,” he spluttered as he tried to crawl away, blood dripping to the floor.
“Where are The Guild?” Lord Kagé roared, the sound echoing infinitely. He kicked Dante in the ribs so that he collapsed with a cry. “Where?” He repeated, kicking him again.
“Ah! Oh, God! Sir, I… please… oh no p–” Dante’s frenzied begging was cut off with the pressure of a knife at his ribs. He pressed himself back against the bars, wincing at the pain.
“Dante, for God’s sake, tell us where the Guild are hiding.” Kagé’s voice had turned chillingly soft.
“I genuinely don’t know Kagé. I promise you.”
“Are you sure?” Kagé crudely dragged the knife down his ribs, tearing his shirt and cutting to the bone. Dante moaned loudly through the blur of pain and retched. Kagé replaced the knife on Dante’s sternum, smiling as he watched his eyes widen in pure terror.
“I’ll… I’ll tell you everything I know. I will, please! But I don’t know where they are.”
Kagé let the knife slice down his chest torturously slowly. “They’re coming here for me! Look for the black ribbon, that’s what they said! You heard me Kagé. You heard me say.” Dante ranted.
“That I did.” Kagé didn’t stop.
“Master Kagé, please stop.”
La’liel. Oh, thank God. Kagé stopped and turned to her voice. She strode to the bars, pulling down the black mask that distorted her face like the rest of the remnants of Sector 1. The katana across her back was an ominous warning. Lord Heinako’s eye’s twinkled savagely as his comrade intervened. Dante’s head slumped forwards as he allowed himself a brief respite, trying to battle down the anger that Hei was exuding. Hei won. The calm, cool interior that was Hei washed throughout Dante’s broken body, mind and soul.
Standing and approaching Kagé’s side at the bars, Hei could see the lustful glint in his eye. Blood drenched Dante’s shirt, and the flesh behind his shredded clothing was bloodied and scarred. Hei raised an eyebrow quizzically at her, challenging what she had to say. Mistress La’liel didn’t falter at his gaze. Dante wanted to thank and thank her. “Master Kagé, I know where the Guild are. At least, I know where one member is. She’s at a university in the United Kingdom on Earth. I understand that’s your jurisdiction. We can find her. Black ribbon, that’s all we need to look for.”
“Oh yes, La’liel? And how do you know this information?” Kagé’s eyes darkened.
Heinako stepped forward, “That is Sector 2 business, Kagé.”
Their eyes locked, and Heinako’s hand fell to his throwing stars. Hei watched as Kagé hovered on the edge of pulling his pistol out, but his hands lifted in a harmless gesture and he stepped back. Heinako may not be in charge on paper, but Kagé knew who he was dealing with.
“Dante, you’re driving.” Kagé spat. “We’re going to catch the Guild.”
The convoy had been set up efficiently, and now Hei drove at the head of the 5 black 4x4s and two armoured trucks. Kagé sat in the passenger seat at his side, and a pale Stark sat in the back. His trembling hand was bandaged again and a healing laceration split his lip. His green eyes were hooded as he sat and stared resolutely out the front window. In the rear view mirror Hei could see him wince at the bumps in the road and his hand fell to his side. Kagé’s knuckles were bloodied.
“20 minutes go to, sir.” Hei murmured professionally, black eyes never leaving the road in front.
“Thankyou, Hei.” Kagé muttered conspirationally. Hei looked up in shock. Why that name?
Tristan Stark’s ribs throbbed abominably. Three broken? Maybe more. Kagé withholding Seri was taking its toll. Healing was too slow. The pain was too much. Dante’s chilling gaze caught Stark’s eye in the rearview mirror, but Stark couldn’t hold the eye contact. He was too afraid to be seen by Kagé, what Kagé might deduce from that look. Dante was strangely subdued. A professional soldier-like coldness hung about him in the way he sat back easily in his seat, relaying information about their destination to Kagé from his earpiece. This time they were taking orders from Overlord Howl himself, and the hushed voice gave a list of orders to the three men. Noone seemed to listen. There was an awkwardness between them, knowing that Kagé was going to take revenge for Dante’s betrayal at some point.
“Dante,” Kagé snaps, “Park up somewhere accessible. We’ll have to be out of here ASAP.”
“Yes, sir. The girl resides in this building here. She’s 21, and owns a flat to herself. Timetable suggests she would be home now. Do we investigate?”
“Yes, let’s move in now.” Kagé confirmed.
Dante stops for a moment, listening to his earpiece. “The Overlord is suggesting there are army forces on the move to our destination. Parliament is not happy about us making moves without their confirmation, particularly on undisclosed business.”
“They can fuck off. We’ll just have to move quickly.” That ends the conversation. Dante relays to Howl.
“Okay, let’s move,” Dante says, “Apartment 89. Squad 1 to 4, surround the building. Squad 5, come with us. Let’s go Stark.” He said more gently. Dante was appointed as mission co-leader by Kagé, after Kagé bludgeoned Stark beyond any form of command, and having had experience with The Guild. Stark didn’t miss the position.
Kagé strode into the building, shortly followed by Dante dressed in his usual black baggy shirt and his breeches. His astonishing array of knives caught the light of overhead fluorescent strips and winked red and black at Stark. Stark had never been a fan of carrying large amounts of weaponry, specialising in short-knife combat. He only ever carried 4 knives at once- belt, thigh, and twins across his back. Dante had two long knives strapped across his back, one strapped to his thigh and forearm, an array of kunai knives fitted into his belt along with another shorter knife and several pouches of poison. He also knew from experience that he had multiple leaf knives hidden in his soft leather boots. Kagé and Dante were conversing in hushed voices up ahead. The agitation on Dante’s face was clear and in his body language, the way he hunched his shoulders and lowered his head to challenge his master at his side. His whispers grew in volume until Kagé slammed him against the wall, abruptly silencing the poor boy. Stark sighed at the fear that suddenly etched his face. Kagé’s forearm was across Dante’s throat as he murmured, “This is your job. You’ve killed for me for years, and you’re still afraid to capture a little girl?”
“I’ve never liked killing, Kagé.”
“Keep telling yourself that, Dante. I’ve seen the way my men have had to hold you back from killing on missions. I’ve also seen the way you cower back from killing like it makes you ill. I remember your initiation, the way you were sobbing with terror, and yet the way you said you enjoyed it. The way you slaughtered those people… It was the best thing I’ve ever seen. There are two people inside your head, Hei Hatake, and I know which one I’d rather have on my side.”
A look of confusion and anger flitted simultaneously across Dante’s face, before an icy control settled about his features again. “Just around this corner,” He said flatly, breaking from Kagé’s grip and striding ahead.
Dante lifted three fingers in silence. His hand was trembling slightly, and Stark knew that like himself, Dante was trying to hide his Seri withdrawal. He was positioned on one side of the door, Kagé on the other. Stark stood with a knife drawn behind Kagé, but he knew he didn’t stand a chance if the girl put up a fight. The combat soldiers stood with guns loaded, ready in case something went wrong.
He folded a finger down, his gaze becoming darker and more dead as the seconds passed. His hands moved detachedly over his shoulders to his twin stilettos, and he held them in a ready stance at his sides. A short nod to Kagé, and they both turned at the same time, kicking the door with enough force to flatten it on the ground. All men rushed in together, and conducted a lightning-fast search of the room. There was nowhere to hide. Stark turned from searching behind the wardrobe, knife drawn, as did Kagé, and they both shared a knowing glance of a time long passed when they had worked in harmony. Kagé’s eyes found Dante at the same time as Stark’s, and they both stopped dead.
Dante held the girl round the mouth, silencing the look of panic on her face. A sword with a hilt bound in black ribbon clattered to the floor at their side. A knife at her ribs inhibited any movement. “Dante…” Kagé muttered cautiously, registering the dead look in his eye, the way they didn’t shine. Stark had seen that look several times before. Dante was in a killing rage, but he wasn’t allowed to kill. Anything could happen. “Dante,” Kagé raised his hands harmlessly, “We need to go. The military are coming. We need to bring the girl.”
“What’s your name, girl?” Dante murmured in her ear, his eyes never leaving Kagé’s and the murder there never fading.
“I came to your room but days ago. The Guild follows you.”
“I know it’s you, but I asked your name!” Dante snapped suddenly, forcefully. His grip on her tightened.
She squirmed, “Jenday. It’s Jenday, Hei Hatake.”
“Why is this happening to me?” Dante’s voice was soft now. Trembling.
Kagéspoke now, “It’s who you are, Dante. You’re a killer. It’s taking you over. The years are finally catching up, and you’re becoming a fully-fledged assassin. Like me. Like Stark.”
“I’ll never be like you.”
“You’re already much, much worse. One day you’ll be a Sector leader. Maybe even Lord of Atrocities.” Kagé smiled a twisted smile. The wail of sirens in the distance stopped Dante’s reply on his lips. “We need to go.” Kagé’s voice was anxious, low.
Dante put a knife to the girl’s back and pushed her ahead of him, “Move,” he hissed. Once outside the girl was taken into the custody of two of Kagé’s uniformed men.
“Alright, we need to get out of here now,” Dante commanded, “The armed forces are on their way and we need to get back to Syndicate Sector 1 HQ without giving away our position. If it comes to it, split up. Let’s go.”
Kagé turned to Stark, “Stark, I want you to drive that SUV, and transport the girl back to the primary holding cell ASAP. Dante will take the lead, you follow. You two!” Kagé gestured at the men holding Jenday, “You’re with Stark.” The two men looked Stark up and down. He recognised one of them as the man who had helped hold him down when Kagé was torturing him, in a sadistic bid to get information about Dante’s whereabouts. He shivered.
Dante had already disappeared into the driver’s seat of the first 4×4, and Kagé joined him. Stark took the wheel behind them and followed at a hair-raising speed through the city centre of Bristol. “Fucking hell,” he muttered under his breath at Dante’s erratic speed.
Once on the dual carriageway, the caravan of armoured trucks and 4x4s accelerated and virtually ploughed through the fastlane traffic. There had been no updates in regards to the military from Howl, having lost eyes on them half an hour ago. The nervous chattering from various contacts over his earpiece set Stark on edge. He knew the military wouldn’t give up trying to capture the Syndicate after such a national security attack.
“Stark. Stark,” Dante Hatake’s voice laced over the small speaker in his ear.
“Hatake, I hear you.” Stark replied as he coasted easily behind Kagé’s SUV. Traffic had fallen to almost none. It was 10pm and dark, which Stark preferred by far. Jenday hadn’t made a sound.
“Lord Kagé requests that we split up at the next intersection. We don’t know where the parliamentary military are, but chances are they’ll be tracking us. You’re to take the most indirect route available to you without compromising our position, and we’ll mee–”
Dante’s voice faltered to a halt and the SUV ahead of Stark jammed to a halt, catching him by surprise so that he had to swerve to its side, tyres screaming on the tarmac. Stark stared in horror at the roadblock that met them. Two police 4x4s and a wall of armed police stood guard but 100 metres away. “Oh shit.”
“Orders, sir,” Dante whispered, frozen. Kagé looked furious.
Dante’s hushed voice came over the earpiece after an excruciating 30 seconds of silence. “Syndicate Sector 1, move forward,”
Stark’s jaw dropped, and he heard the two men behind him gasp. “Dante? What?” Stark hissed.
He didn’t reply, but his car did screech forward mercilessly, heading straight for the block. Stark followed. 60 mph.
“Dante, what are you doing?”
100mph. The men on the roadblock turned and ran, some foolishly firing their automated weapons at the vehicle’s tyres and windows and failing to move. Dante seemed to be aiming for the gap between the two 4x4s. The Syndicate SUVs were indeed larger, but Stark didn’t trust that that would aid them.
The force of the crash sent the two police cars flying, crushing waiting policemen and creating an escape for the Syndicate. Kagé’s voice came over the earpiece now, “Now everyone fucking DRIVE!” And the battered SUV shot off into the darkness. Stark bypassed the roadblock and without a backward glance floored it away from the sound of gunshots.
Dante and Kagé were the first to arrive at HQ. Rain had fallen heavily throughout the night and the SUV trawled its way through the deep settled water on the dirt track to the underground entrance. Water flowed steadily down the dimly lit slope to the mechanical main gate, to drain into the storm drains at the foot of the doorway. Dante came to a halt and waited for the door to open, slowly rising up into the gloom. Kagé sat back and regarded him steadily, and watched with satisfaction the way he pushed his sweaty hair back from his forehead with a shaking hand and blinked exhaustedly into the darkness of the cave. They hummed slowly forwards into the cave just as the ceiling floodlights illuminated the entire space, even the darkest corners. Guards were sat playing cards at a table in an alcove by the door, but moved to unbolt the oversized vehicle vault door when they saw the car. Kagé exhaled tiredly. The day had been exhausting for everyone. “We’re going to arrange a debriefing in here,” he almost croaked. He cleared his throat and continued, “So we’ll park up and set up the briefing table in the main alcove.”
“Yes, sir.” Dante acquiesced quietly, driving around the outer edge of the central cage and into the main vehicle store. Rows upon rows of 4x4s, military vehicles and trucks, all in black, stood sentinel in the darkness.
The slam of the car doors echoed eternally in the void around them. Standing for the first time in 8 hours, Dante found his legs were much weaker than anticipated, and he sunk to his knees between two of the towering 4x4s. He was quaking uncontrollably and an inescapable exhaustion was enveloping him, an exhaustion that he knew was coming about with the final dregs of Seri in his blood. If he was left another hour, he would end up falling asleep for the first time in a decade. Dante groaned at the fatigue and tried to stand again, hoping Kagé wouldn’t see, but he knew it was futile. Kagé appeared before him with a look of amused shock on his perfect face. Dante finally managed to steel his will at that superior look and leaned against the car at his side to pull himself up. His knees knocked threateningly. He closed his eyes a moment against the darkening ring around his vision, pressing his face into his hand and grimacing at the unpleasant heady rush.
“What? I… I mean excuse me? I didn’t catch that.” Dante tried to sound alert to his master.
“I said, go and sit down for debriefing and I’ll get some Seri while we wait for the team.”
“Mmph, yessir. Thankyou.” Dante was genuinely grateful.
Sat at the huge round glass table, his back to the main door and his master out of his sight for five minutes, Dante took the chance rest his head on his arms and close his eyes while he waited. So much had happened over the last few weeks, and there was so much that Kagé was due to punish him for. Kagé was sure to behave slightly professionally in front of the others, but as soon as this was over… Dante didn’t want to think about it. He hoped Overlord Howl would have at least some involvement, maybe even the other Sectarians. They would provide some shield from Kagé’s insanity. Perhaps the Guild assassin would give him something else to think about for a while. After all, wasn’t she the girl who had come to Dante in the first place? Maybe he was out of the woods after all.
Kagé re-emerged with three servants in tow, clearly from his Tymerian office. They all carried a tray of various alcoholic beverages and tumblers. Kagé carried two Seri injections. “Here,” he said, sitting in the chair directly opposite and sliding one of the injections across the table to him. Dante took it gratefully and jammed it a little too harshly into his wrist, pushing the liquid into his blood. He winced, trying to block out the burning stinging feeling as the liquid increased the pressure in his veins, and then moaned loudly as the harmony in his body, the buzz took over. His shaking increased momentarily and he panted unwillingly, slumping forwards. Just at that moment the doors began to open and the remaining 3 4x4s pulled in, two of them disappearing straight into the vehicle store. The third stopped outside the cell door, and out clambered Stark. He stopped a moment and swayed dizzily. Dante forced himself to his feet and took the other Seri from the table. He needed to help Stark before he collapsed again completely.
Dante strode purposefully across the cave, reaching Stark before Kagé. “Stark, hold out your wrist,” he commanded, grabbing it and pushing the liquid in. Stark winced ever so slightly, and his knuckles turned white as he struggled against the rising power of the Seri in his body. He held himself better than Dante had, and Dante had a moment of embarrassment at the thought of Kagé’s pleasure in seeing his reaction.
“Thanks,” he murmured, shuddering slightly.
“I’ll be right back, you deal with the girl.” Dante responded, turning on his heal and leaving for his quarters. “I’m going to get a cloak, Kagé. I don’t want this girl getting a proper look at my face, she makes me uncomfortable.”
“Right,” Kagé replied brusquely as they passed.
When Dante returned, a hood shrouding his face and his knives all intact, the rest of the team were just returning in the two final trucks. Jenday was in the cage and under the strict supervision of five guards. Kagé was in there with her, circling her like a predator. She suddenly looked so vulnerable without her assassin’s garbs and weapons. Just another innocent claimed by the Syndicate. At that moment, Kagé struck out at her, knocking her to the ground violently. The crack of her knees against the stone floor was audible. Dante carried on up to the bars of the cage, halting at Stark’s side. “What’s Kagé doing?” Dante asked lowly in his ear.
“He wants to find the Guild. I think you know what that’ll involve.” Dante winced for the girl momentarily at what he knew that would involve.
“Stark, I want to talk with you soon. About… why… why Kagé captured me.”
Stark raised his eyebrows. “Taken you long enough to ask,” he murmured gruffly, trying to conceal his conversation from Kagé who was only feet away.
“I don’t think I’ve ever really wanted to know,” Dante replied sadly, knowing how different his life could be right now if they hadn’t taken him. He startled suddenly as Jenday was slammed against the bars before him, his skin prickling at her whimpering. He’d never seen Kagé beat a woman before, not like this. “Oh, God,” Dante said softly to himself, noticing that her hands were bound and that Kagé had a look in his eye that he knew very well indeed. “Lord Kagé,” Dante snapped loudly, catching his attention immediately, “Requesting permission to be dismissed, sir.” He just wanted to leave.
“Permission denied.” Kagé’s voice had gone husky and deadly quiet. The guards surrounding the cage shifted awkwardly, and the rest of the capture team seated at the table had turned a blind eye to the events unfolding behind them, focusing on their drinks and talk. Dante’s gaze hardened and he turned abruptly, heading straight for the capture team. At the table, he grabbed the fullest brandy crystal carafe and drank deeply. He moved around to the soldier with his back directly to the cage and put a hand on his shoulder, “Move,” he growled, trying to hide the tremor in his hand. The soldier turned to look up at Hei, a hand on the magnum at his hip.
“Hey, watch–” Hei didn’t let him finish, grabbing him by the collar and throwing him down on the floor, hard. He grunted, and scrambled back to his feet without hesitation, pulling the gun on Hei and pointing it directly at his head. Hei’s heart skipped a beat as Dante came to the front of his mind ever so slightly, screaming terror at the pistol, but he overcame the fear and his twin stilettos were in his hands. Behind him, Jenday started to scream at some unfathomable terror. The chaos around him made him frantic.
“Put the fucking gun down or I will fucking kill you,” he roared, emanating fury. He could see the fear and shock in the man’s eyes. “Now!”
“Lord Hei,” the man whimpered, holstering his gun and raising his hands. The other men at the table had stood, unsure what to do. “Please, Lord Hei. Please. We’re on the same side!”
“I entirely disagree.” Hei was conversing in Tymerian now, knowing only the Tymerians knew him as Lord Hei. The man seemed to relax, speaking in his own language. His hands dropped to his sides. “You forget where I come from, how I came to be here.” Stark was at his side now.
“I’m sorry my lord. Please, sit down. I’m sorry.” The sympathy in the man’s eyes was unbearable. He’d been here when Dante had first arrived.
Hei took the seat with his back to the cage, unable to block out Jenday’s frantic breathing and the cruel laughing of Kagé. Stark took the now-empty seat at his side, a detached look in his eyes. Dante sunk forwards to rest his head on the table, trying not to hear anything, trying not to feel. Men had resumed their seats at the table, eyes resolutely fixed on their hands. The man Hei had attacked sat opposite, eyes trained on him. Dante sat up and drank, eyes never leaving the man’s. A choked cry from behind him made Dante flinch visibly, attracting the gaze of a few more men at the table and a concerned glance from Stark.
“Those cuts under your eye. Self-inflicted or….?” The soldier didn’t need to finish the sentence, everyone knew what he was getting at. Everyone that worked with Kagé knew what he did.
Dante’s tortured eyes met the soldiers, a pain that went beyond words etched into his face. Sometimes words weren’t needed, and the man nodded conspirationally, looking to one side. “It’s Jaique.” Dante nodded in acknowledgement. Stark took a brief look back at the cage and blanched, bringing a hand to his face and suddenly drinking down the rest of his scotch. He leaned in to Dante’s side, and whispered gently, “Keep drinking.”
The debriefing was in progress and Kagé was sat indulgently adjacent to Hei. Nothing was said of the girl, and Hei didn’t turn back. It had been an agonising hour of ‘interrogation’, and Hei thought he was going to go mad with the sounds of pain coming from behind him still. The faces of the men around him bespoke similar thoughts, all but two. These two men sat side by side, smiling toothily and thoroughly enjoying themselves. They were the men who had escorted Jenday on the nightmare journey to HQ in the back of Stark’s car, and strived to become like Kagé.
“…is a strategic advantage.” Kagé continued professionally, lounging back in his chair with a tumbler of brandy in hand. “Though we have little information as yet, we are not going to give in to get what we want.” The Kagé wannabees laughed and shared a sadistic glance. It sickened Hei to the point of standing and striding around the table to stand behind them, looking down over them silently. Anger threatened to boil over. His gloved hands gripped the backs of the two chairs until he knew his knuckles had turned white.
“Dante…” Kagé warned. The two men had frozen. Despite their churlishness, Hei could tell his presence threatened them. Jaique sat to Hei’s right, watching with wide eyes.
“Hei.” Kagé stood abruptly, an amused but wary look on his face. Stark stood also, feet slightly apart. Kagé’s hand was behind his back. Stark noted the way Dante’s eyes had glazed over, like they had on their mission. Kagé backed from his place at the table and made his way slowly towards him.
Hei took no chances with his master making his way towards him. Before the anger would dissipate, he held the backs of the chairs more firmly and pulled back and down, stretching the two men flat out on their backs, groaning. “Hei…” Kagé’s voice was straining with fury now, and he decided now was a good time to pull out his gun.
“Fuck you.” Hei spat, and it conveyed his wrath perfectly. He drew his stiletto knives once again, and drove them cleanly into the hearts of the two men. In a smooth sweep, he was stood perfectly straight again, one of the pair pointed directly at Kagé.
“I thought you’d learned years ago not to defy me, Lord Hei.”
“Dante learned years ago not to cross you. Sir. I’m not Dante.”
Stark’s knees buckled and he sat, gaping at what he was witnessing.
Kagé laughed. “Am I going to have to go through the whole process with you again then?” A casual pull on the trigger made Dante duck suddenly. He stood again, seconds later, and hurled a leaf knife directly at Kagé’s head. The unexpectedness of this gesture was clear in Kagé’s face as he just barely escaped the blade. A tiny thread of blood stood out on his cheek. Dante put his hand to his shoulder, and it came back bright red. His hood had fallen from around his face, and in the light the grim determination that was so unlike Dante was clear. Kagé strode forwards, so much fury burning in his eyes, and suddenly Dante was Dante again. He backed up a step, not sure whether to run or stay. You never run from me. Ever. He started, terror consuming him, and was paralysed.
“My lord! My lord that wasn’t me, please, please. Please… Master…” A choked sob escaped his throat, and he dropped his knives. “I am not myself,” he started to beg in Tymerian. “Chaisuei.” Please.
The anger in Kagé’s eyes didn’t leave, and Kagé didn’t lower his gun. He reached Dante, halted, and without breaking eye contact, shot him directly in the thigh. Dante cringed, but didn’t fall.
“Sheathe your weapons.”
Dante complied stiffly.
“I’m going to have to retrain you when Hei decides to make an appearance.” Kagé sighed, feigning irritation. Dante backed two hitching steps, tripping over one of the bodies at his feet. He groaned, seeing what he had done, and considered running again. Fear and pain-sweat streamed down his face, and his heart was hammering in his chest.
“Sit down, and we can continue with debriefing, Dante. Then you may be dismissed.”
“Kai, Oujour.” Yes, Master.
“You can stop speaking Tymerian now.”
“Please return to your respective duties, you may all leave.” Dante stood with difficulty. The shooting pains in his thigh were almost debilitating, and blood soaked everything. He made a break for the door back towards his own quarters, leaving a trail of blood. “Not you, Dante.” The voice chilled Dante’s heart and dread seized him. He stopped, but couldn’t bear to turn to him. Stark was the last to leave, until he was alone with Kagé, and only Jenday to bear witness.
The footsteps came slowly, slowly behind Dante until he could sense Kagé behind him. The terror was too much, and despite the pain, Dante sunk defeatedly to his knees. “Please don’t hurt me Kagé,” he whispered hoarsely.
Kagé sunk to his knees directly behind him and kissed Dante’s neck tenderly, “Why, Dante, do you defy me when you know I’ll only make you regret it?” He felt immense satisfaction at the trembling of Dante’s hunched shoulders.
“It’s not me…” Not even a whisper.
“I can’t even begin to fathom what’s happening in your head, Dante Hatake.”
“I’m going insane.” The admission made him know it was true.
“Mm, maybe,” Kagé chuckled in his ear, a low rumble. He stopped suddenly, whispering savagely, “I think I like it. Now go.”
“Stark. Stark, it’s me.”
The half-rotten door swung open on stiff hinges to reveal Stark, shirtless, and looking very very frightening.
“What do you want?”
“We need to talk, Stark.”
“Oh, really?” The man swayed sideways slightly, jostling into the door.
“Are you drunk?”
“I believe so.”
“For God’s sake, man,” Dante took a step into his room, and then suddenly found himself pinned against the wall by Stark’s muscular arm. “Mmph. My shoulder, Tristan. My shoulder.” Dante bit his lip to stop the whimpers that threatened to grace his lips.
Stark let go, looking down at the red-stained bandages crudely tied around his leg and shoulder. “Who are you, Hatake?”
“I don’t know. I want to talk to you.”
“And what if Kagé catches us again? What then?”
“I don’t know. Please, Stark.”
He stood, pinning Dante with his sharp green eyes, just as he had when they’d first met all those years ago. The indecision was clear- who was Hei? Who was Dante? Would Kagé find out? Eventually he sighed. “Come in.”
The old armchair in the corner was surrounded by a litter of spirit bottles and used Seri injections. There were several new bloodstains on the carpet and chair, and one face of his empty glass cabinet had shattered. He hadn’t cleaned it up.
“What happened?” Dante asked in horror.
“This is the aftermath of Kagé’s attack on me when you ran,” Stark replied nonchalantly as he sunk into his chair. Dante remained stood.
“What did he do to you?” His gaze darkened.
“That’s not why you’re here.”
“What did he do?”
Dante punched the wall. “Tristan what the fuck did he do to you?! What he did was my fault!”
“Calm down. What happened, happened.” Stark didn’t react to Dante’s raging.
“I need to know why Kagé had me captured 15 years ago. Tell me that at least.”
“I don’t know much, but I know it was something to do with your Hellstone scar from your father. You’re better off asking Kagé.”
“I would never talk to him about it.”
“Then you’ll never know.”
Dante paced in frustration, anger creeping its way throughout his body. “Goodbye, then,” and he left.
“Jenday? Jenday, are you ok?” Dante hazarded. He could see her form on the floor of the cell in the darkness, curled up protectively in the centre. She shifted slightly, and the scuff of boots to Dante’s left reminded him of the guards keeping watch. He moved forwards.
“Lord Hei, orders…”
“I don’t care about your orders, soldier, and if it is that important to you then I’ll take it up with Kagé when he shows his face.” There was no reply. “Jenday. Girl.” Dante was becoming frustrated. The tiniest sound was audible from her throat. Crouching at the bars, Dante spoke gently once again, “Hey, girl. Come on over here. I want to speak with you.”
“You… Lord Hei…”
“Dante Hatake,” he corrected softly. Jenday came to her hands and knees, dragging herself agonisingly slowly across the two metre distance. Dante noticed the darker patch on the floor where she had laid, and the dark scuffs that revealed themselves behind her passage. Dante’s hardened heart contorted for her.
She was naked, and her face was bruised and cut. The bruises continued their way to her neck and down her back and stomach and sides. Her knees were virtually shredded and grazes were all over her body. A thin tendril of a cut at her neck told of Kagé’s knife, and closer inspection revealed one down the whole length of her protruding spine. Her luxurious dark hair was plastered to her face with fear and pain sweat, and her eyes were tortured. Dante knew what else had happened, and it was something that couldn’t be seen by external examination. “I’m sorry…” Dante barely whispered, horror welling up inside him.
“Did he do this to you too?” She murmured hoarsely, unable to make eye contact. Dante nodded ashamedly. “For me it was more mental torture than physical beatings… I don’t know what’s worse.”
“I don’t know what’s going to happen next. I’m so so scared.” Her voice took on a tremor.
“I’ll try and help you, try and make it easier. I don’t want him to do to you what he did to me. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone. Has he given you Seri?”
“A drug? No, no. He does that?”
“You don’t want it. You think it makes things easier, but it holds you in its grasp and never let’s go. It’s Kagé’s way of keeping a hold on you… Has he even given you water? I’m going to get you water.”
Dante took a crystal water carafe from the debriefing table left from earlier that day. Turning, he saw a movement shimmer out of focus by the entranceway into the cavern.
“Kagé.” Hei spat, his eyes turning an unfathomable black. He replaced the carafe and drew his twin stilettos. “What are you doing here, Kagé?”
“I could ask the same thing of you, Hei Hatake…” He couldn’t place where the ethereal voice came from. The familiar charging sound of the floodlights made his instincts kick in, and he shielded his eyes, all the while dropping into a side roll. When he stood again, he opened his eyes to Kagé before him, smiling wickedly. “Good idea, but it didn’t work.” Kagé kicked Hei in the stomach, hard enough to go reeling into the table at his back, scattering glasses and carafes.
Groaning and disorientated, he was unable to react when Kagé grabbed his shoulders and drove in face-first into the cage bars infront of Jenday. Clutching his knives defensively, Hei turned and recalled his years of training as Dante.
“Hei I think I need to do some more training on you, to teach you who’s in charge around here.” Kagé warned softly, his feet apart and ready to move. The two cyborg guards readied their rubber bullet rounds and aimed silently, in perfect unison. He smiled, and they fired on him mercilessly, dropping him to the floor immediately.
“Kagé I’m going to fucking kill you!” Hei roared as he was pinned face-down on the familiar sofa of his master’s office by five men. He could hear the sounds of Kagé moving around the room, clattering pottery or something. He knew this wouldn’t be good. One of the guards proceeded to lift his cloak and shirt, baring his scarred, bruised and muscular back. Hei hissed fury, writhing beneath the men. “You’ll never make me yours, fuck you!” All he heard was the low chuckle of the man he hated.
“So, am I graced with the presence of Lord Hei right now?” Kagé asked, mocking.
“It doesn’t matter who I am, but you’re about to defile Dante’s body. Your assassin’s body.”
“Nothing that will hinder him, I promise you.” With that he felt Kagé’s weight straddle his lower back, sending him into another rage, balking wildly. The guards held him still as a whining buzz started behind him. “Don’t you dare, don’t you fucking dare!” Hei fumed, trying to turn his head to Kagé over him. The tattoo gun pierced his flesh with a pinprick sting, resonating across his entire back bloodcurdlingly.
“Stop moving or it’ll go wrong, Hei.”
Hei went still, more from exhaustion than compliance, “What are you doing?” He asked defensively, tensing under the strange pain.
“I’m giving you a tattoo.”
Idiot. “What of?”
“You’ll see.” Hei growled. “That dragon pendant around your neck,” Kagé said inquisitively, “Where’s it from?”
“Well, you see, in Tymeria the dragon is the symbol of freedom. It intrigues me that you wear it.”
“I’ve lived in Tymeria for years. The traditions just caught on with Dante.”
“It’s ironic, isn’t it?”
“I consider myself as free as anyone.”
“Oh dear, dear me,” Kagé chuckled. “How you deceive yourself.”
16 hours later, Kagé released Dante, but not before a final warning. “Dante or Hei?” He demanded flatly, looking him directly in the eye, almost nose-to-nose.
He swallowed fearfully, looking to one side, “Dante.” His back stung abominably and he just wanted to leave and see what Kagé had done to him.
“Shame.” They were alone now, and there was a funny look in Kagé’s eye. Dante started to back towards the door, turned and ran. The next thing he knew he was pinned between the door and Kagé’s body, and Kagé’s lips brushed his ear. Dante whimpered, screwing his eyes closed. Hands snaked slowly down his sides to his hips, holding him still. “One day, Hei, I will have you in every fathomable way, and you will never escape me.” Dante found himself facing his master, Kagé’s lips on his, his hand reluctantly stroking the bulge at Kagé’s crotch. “Don’t stop,” he hissed, his hips pinning Dante in his place.
He kneeled at his master’s feet, trembling, and eyes downcast. “Permission to leave, sir.”
“Granted,” Kagé replied, re-fastening his trousers and turning to his desk, a cool and professional air about him.
In the corridor, Dante came face to face with Stark. Dante startled visibly.
“You were in Kagé’s office.”
“Yeah,” Dante turned to his door, hastily unlocking it and stepping inside.
“I heard you shouting earlier.”
“You heard Hei shouting earlier, Stark.”
He sighed. “May I come in?”
“Go ahead,” Dante back in his chair by the dead fire while Stark went around lighting the numerous candles that illuminated his oversized room. He tried to pretend nothing had happened.
The pair sat in silence for a time, staring into the now-blazing fire. Dante couldn’t hold back any longer. “Kagé tattooed my back. I don’t know what he did. It was when… I was Hei… Kagé is angry with Hei. He’s ‘retraining’ me.”
“He tattooed you.” There was complete disbelief in his voice.
“I’m going to see what it is,” Dante said as he stood and removed his cloak and shirt, heading for the mirror. He heard Stark behind him stand, “That cruel, cruel bastard.”
Turning his back to the mirror, he froze. A strangled sound escaped his throat. A dragon, matching that on his pendant was drawn out in immense detail, with stunning Tymerian patterning. Written along the dragons every edge in the Tymerian language, were the words “I will never be free, I am the slave of Lord Kagé, and I will always belong to him” repeated over and over again. His heart dropped, but he hardened himself to the truth.
“Fuck him.” Dante murmured to himself. “I’m going out.” Grabbing £10,000 in £50 notes from his safe, he turned and left.
“Mistress La’liel, my lady.” Dante bowed deeply.
“Dante..?” La’liel opened the door to her cottage wider, eyes glassy with disbelief.
“Been a while,” he replied, smiling half-heartedly.
“I should have come and seen you… I’m sorry… 15 years alone with…”
“I handled it, it is ok. I wanted to get away from Kagé for a few hours. Are you busy?”
“No, no. Dante are you ok? It’s the middle of the night.”
“I just wanted to get away…” he replied weakly.
“You’re in shock. What’s wrong?” Concern.
“So much has happened today, La’liel… I don’t know what to do.”
“Please, come in. We have a lot of catching-up to do. Last time I saw you, Kagé was beating the shit out of you and that was but two days ago. I thought he might have let up on you by now.”
Dante sat heavily by the fire and dropped his hood, staring torturedly into the flames. “He’s got worse. La’liel… there are two people in my head. I don’t understand… Kagé calls me Dante. The other… me… is Hei, and Kagé thinks he’s stronger, but also harder to control. I can’t control him… Kagé can’t control him…”
“So he’s taking action over it… he’s trying to control him…” La’liel finished. “How long has this been happening? This second personality?”
“I think it’s been happening since the beginning, but it was hard to distinguish between the two of us. Now, he takes control of me completely. I can’t fight him.” Dante rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration. “The Guild assassin we caught, Kagé’s treating her awfully, and I can’t bear to see her go through what I did. I tried to help her but Kagé got involved… and then I got angry and Hei was there in my head. His cyborgs shot me down and he took me to his office… He tattooed my body and… and did other things to me… He can’t control us, so he tries to mentally incapacitate me. It’s working.”
“Oh, Dante…” La’liel was at a loss for words. In her eyes, he was still but a boy. “I don’t know what I can do.”
“I know,” Dante replied, standing suddenly, strengthening himself to go back.
“Dante sit down, have a drink.” La’liel offered a full tumbler of scotch. He took it gratefully.
“I just don’t know how much further he’ll take this,” Dante murmured, sinking down with a shuddering breath.
“This girl… you care about her?”
“I don’t know. I just don’t like seeing Kagé abuse her.”
La’liel sighed sadly. “I think, Dante, you must forget about her. Find any way you can, to get away from the reality of what’s happening to her. Take more contracts. Anything.”
“I hate that so, so much.” Hei gritted his teeth.
La’liel sat up, her eyes wide. “You’ve changed.”
“Hello, Mistress La’liel, you can call me Hei.” His eyes had turned glittering obsidian.
“Dante,” La’liel stood in alarm and headed for the door. “You need to leave.”
“But I’m not Dante.” Hei grinned wickedly.
Hei drew his belt knife slowly, sneaking forwards, prowling.
“Dante!” She shrieked, turning wildly and running into the courtyard. Hei wasn’t going to stop. “I’m not afraid to get Kagé involved in this if you don’t stop, please!” Terror etched her face.
“Hmm… Kagé. Oh dear,” he replied sardonically. Dante was furious with this invasion.
La’liel turned and ran, disappearing as she passed through the menagerie gate.
La’liel found herself in bright white corridors, and disorientated for a moment, began to panic. She bolted wildly away from the door she had just entered through and ran. “Kagé!!” she screamed, too terrified for dignity. The smooth laughter of Hei chased her every step. “Kagé!”
Ahead, she recognised the door of her ex-master, with its mahogany grandeur. Finding herself caught between two of the most terrifying men she knew, she burst through the double door to his office and stumbled to a halt on his Persian rug. Kagé was sat at his desk, stock still and his head tilted to one side. The shocked inquisition in his gorgeous eyes caught her off-guard, and she fell to her knees exhaustedly. He stood silently and glided smoothly across to her, kneeling at her side.
“What happened? Why are you here?” he asked gently, totally unlike the assassin and rapist she knew.
“Hei… He’s coming.” Kagé stood swiftly, drawing a knife from inside his modern-day suit jacket.
“Get behind me. Now,” he snapped, turning to face the door.
“Kagé?” a tentative voice hazarded from behind the ajar door. “Hei… he’s gone…”
“Dante,” Kagé snapped forcefully, reverting back to the cruel man La’liel had known all her life. She began to wonder if she should regret seeking him out. “Clothes, weapons, everything off and on the floor. Now!”
The voice seemed to calm, sounding like Dante once again. “Yes, sir.”
After a matter of seconds, Dante stepped from around the door, hands held harmlessly infront of him. Mistress La’liel gasped, taking in the sight of his scarred and abused body. The perfectly sculpted planes of his muscles were marred and tarnished with an innumerable number of scars, some looking deliberate. Three brands were visible down the left side of his neck and shoulder. A beautiful dragon pendant hung against his collar, catching the light filtering through the window. Visible curling around the edges of his neck and shoulder were tendrils of black ink.
Kagé took three strides across to Dante, and without a word grabbed his wrist, twisting him round and slamming him against the wall, his arm twisted high up his back. He grunted audibly. “If I do this will it make me see who I’m really talking to?”
“This.” Kagé put a pistol to his temple. La’liel watched Dante tense up entirely. His shoulders hunched and he turned his head as far as he could from the gun. The tremor in his body as he silently hid was enough to break La’liel’s trance.
“Kagé stop…” she whispered. He stopped.
“I leave you alone for two days and this is what I come to? Control yourself. I’m changing where you work. I’m posting you in America, New York on Earth. I own a corporation there. Weapons manufacture. I’m starting to do more work on Earth with this business. I can keep an eye on you.”
“But, Jenday? What about–”
“She’ll work in Tymeria. She’s nothing to me. Another assassin.”
“Do not question me, Dante Hatake! Get out, transfer begins tomorrow.”
“My room in Tymeria?”
“Yours to come and go to as you please. You’ll still have contracts there, and other areas of Sector 1 jurisdiction. Leave is as you wish, but you will have more permanent residence on Earth. Now get out, and I will find you tomorrow.”