Author's note: for additional appreciation, you might wish to read the first 'Sticky' trilogy starting with 'Sticky Wicked'.
This story is dedicated to the original Smoking Man of early television. The wit and surreal artistry of Rod Serling is a foundation to my interest in writing fiction.
Presented for your approval, this story follows 'Sticky Fingers' and is the third and final part of this series.
"Soon yer gonna Dance for Tapestry," offered Jack Kepp as he studied the night sky. The small fire they had started at nightfall was just about dead.
Nicki nodded and reflected on the months of training she'd endured so far. As it usually did, her head started to throb with the memories of dungeon racks and leather lashes teasing pain and ecstasy from her nerves. Memories of mind assaults that confused her sense of direction, reality and self, and Angela's smile always bringing her back for more.
The recollection of Angela's smile made her clit throb harder than her head.
That was the lesson, of course, to prevent having your skull invaded while your body sucked in stimulation and opened you up to overload. Angela Montgomery knew how to overload her defenses in a dozen ways. Angela the vivacious teacher and wicked lover knew things that no one should know.
Nicki shivered sitting naked in front of the feeble fire.
The Ancients, they called themselves--- the secret rulers of earth who watched or played or manipulated from their hidden places. The remnants of a near-dead inhuman race were Angela's true kin. Angela Montgomery was the Ancient called Tapestry by her own kind. For weeks, Angela had filled Nicki's days with anecdotal history and physical demands while she tested Nicki's mind against every sort of secret assault. It was an eye opening gauntlet of agony. It was a humbling experience and yet Nicki attacked each test with greater vigor than the last.
Nicki always played to win.
Jack's voice brought her back. "The Initiate Dance is win or lose, all or nothing. If yer not tough enough, if you don't Dance yer best, Nicki Barclay will never walk free." Jack took a long drag on the cigar that he and Nicki were sharing. He passed it to her. It smelled like nothing she could describe and made the world a strange place.
She nodded again and looked up at the stars over the desert. She put the cigar to her mouth a took the hot smoke inside. She didn't look at Jack, "She ever offer this kind of knowledge to you?" She blew smoke slowly out again.
He chuckled, "I like being human. I don't think you do. That's the difference between us. She's tried to talk me into it, but I don't need it. You need it."
The sun was starting to come up in the east but was still only a promise of light. Nicki looked off that way, suddenly angry with Jack. "If you're so damn, fucking, piss keen on humanity, why hang with Her Sinfulness? Why play footsie with an inhuman bitch?"
Jack grinned. "Hey, if I tell you that. Then you'll be able to guess my true name. I keep my secrets." Jack laughed to himself. He watched her only out of the corner of his eye.
Nicki was so horny from the smoke. Her brain felt like it was stewing in cum juices. She eyed him more boldly. He wasn't so handsome, but he had a great bod. She wanted his tongue to play a complex tune on her cunt at the moment, but the evening was supposed to be one of meditation. Giving him a good look was really breaking a rule set by Angela.
Another of Tapestry's traditions. She was one crazy bitch. How many more yarns about dead Ancients? How many more tests and gauntlets would I have to do for her? She's already told me I have no feeling for the cards. What more am I going to learn? I already know that the Initiate Dance is to the death and that my main opponent is also my teacher.
So far, I've crawled, run, or fucked my way through everything she's come up with. I haven't beaten every test, but that doesn't seem to bother her as much as it does me. That little issue is a puzzle I'd love to solve.
She looked at Jack again from the edge of her vision. Maybe Jack would be the weapon Angela chose to use. The old lady had a weird sense of humor. Would she dare risk Jack, her favorite? That would be the kind of surprise I might not look for.
He took the huge cigar back from her. "Well, I just wanted to make sure you knew that I think yer all right. You may or may not be human, but I think yer a hell of a sheila. Good luck on the Dance."
Nicki stared at the glowing end of the cigar, "Well, I don't like guys. Never have really. I think a cock is about the grossest thing ever added to the human form, but I think you're pretty cool, Jack."
He looked surprised, but wouldn't turn his head to look at her fully. Tapestry's rules for this night in the wild--- no full eye contact between them.
She laughed, "Damn, fucking, piss. I have never heard anyone in my life make 'grunting' into such a communication system as you, Jack." She let the warm smoke trickling from her nose make short patterns in response to her laughing bursts.
He laughed with her.
A large dingo came trotting into the limited light thrown by the small fire. It looked first at Jack, then at Nicki.
Nicki watched it carefully, "Is that my spirit guide? A dingo?"
"Your what guide?" Jack voice was husky with smoke. "What kind of crap is that?"
Nicki stared at the animal. "Tapestry said I might see a predator that would have special meaning. I thought it would be like American Indian mysticism, or something."
"Dingos are dogs." He started laughing softly. "That's a bitch. A canine. Tap said that, eh? So you tell me, do you feel a sudden affinity for dogs?"
"Yes." Nicki felt some weird heat now and she didn't like Jack having a laugh at her Dingo. "So don't make fun of my bitch guide." Having said it, it sounded dumb. She suppressed an impulse to start laughing at herself.
"You're potted, missy." Jack nodded sagely to no one. He stood up and brushed dirt off of his naked ass.
Nicki threw a quick glance at his groin. "So what's your story, Jack? White guy from the streets of Australia or are you some sort of Crocodile Dundee backcountry wonder?"
"Naw." He guffawed and stretched, "I'm just a guy."
He's one in a billion, my Jack. Tapestry's voice. Angela wanted him. Treasured him. If he was special to Angela then Nicki wanted him too. Maybe the smoke was making her crazy. She'd never hit the smoke this hard. All night. Her brain felt as if it was dipped in hot wax. There was a tightness and a tense warmth squeezing her head. She shook her head a bit and was delighted to feel a delay in the response of her brain mass. She could feel the convoluted sliding inside her skull, she could hear the slosh stop seconds after she wasn't shaking her head anymore.
The dingo barked a laugh and ran off into what was left of the night.
"So much for your bitch guide." Jack noted.
She looked at Jack's back. "Humans are pack animals. Maybe that's what the dingo tells me. The human part of me is there. I've never needed a pack, but my connection to being human is still there. You sure you're human, Jack? You don't seem to need a pack."
"I'm human." His voice held something hidden.
"What IS your true name, Jack?" Nicki stood up. The fire was spinning between her legs and behind her eyes both at the same time. It had never felt so right.
"Sorry, missy. Can't tell you."
Angela's voice whispered in her head. Do it, Nicki. This is your Dance. Take him. If you fail then I will take you and you will be my fetish-thrall for the rest of your days. Among our people, a Dance is a ritual thing, a sacred ceremony between Kin to honor a moment in time. This is your time, Nicki.
Angela's voice was a liquid temptation.
Damn, fucking, piss! It felt so right. Jack had always been the key. Angela was daring her to take her man away. Nicki moved forward. "Look at me, Jack."
He started to turn by just the power she put in her voice, but then he stepped away with an odd side-stepping motion. "Sun's not up. We don't make full eye contact until dawn."
"The Dance has started, Jack." Nicki felt warmth running down her thighs. "Angela has said I can have you." And I want you. I want to feel you slaved to my will.
She knew he wouldn't turn to face her. She stepped quickly closer and behind him. He glanced back, sensing her motion. She stepped again and so did he. He moved away from the fire, she followed. She moved to head off his side-stepping into darkness, but he tacked away from her. She felt her hot nether-lips slide against each other as she corrected to follow him. She saw his disadvantage. He wouldn't look at her directly. He was trying to keep track of her pursuit by quick glances.
This was the Dance, as far as she was concerned, all rules were null and void.
The Dance was literal now. Jack moved, Nicki responded. Jack denied her a touch, she grew more determined to have him. The spinning fires of desire and the hunt burned within her. She didn't think about losing. She focused only on Jack. That was her strength, focus, desire to succeed. Inhuman stubbornness. She didn't need anything else.
She would own him and then she'd be Kinspawn. One of the secret rulers of the world.
The fire and the safety of the camp they had shared through the evening were left behind. Nicki forgot about those moments as if they were a dream. Yet her thoughts of Jack were warm with anticipation. He was desirable. He was a treasure. She sensed he was full of a passion she had never known from any of her forced lovers. She could smell him, his dark musky scent. She heard the soft shush of his bare feet on the sand, both of them dancing in the darkness now.
The sun would be with them in less than an hour.
Without warning Nicki was rocked nearly off her feet by a blow to her ribs. A kick out of the darkness. Jack.
She crouched over her pain and moved again, listening, smelling, and letting the River begin to tell her about the life around her.
She dodged just in time to miss being kicked again. This time she moved quickly to put the lighter sky behind her attacker. Jack.
She tackled him before he could move away into darkness again.
He grunted surprise.
They both went down, but that wasn't important anymore. The physical wasn't where Nicki was dangerous. She plunged ahead into the blending colors and textures of the River. She caught a current and directed it at Jack, put her focus behind it.
"Your will must sleep."
He groaned beneath her, shifted, "Mmy wwill mmust ssleep."
Damn! What a rush! So easy! I'm so much stronger than I was months ago when all this started. She forced her fingers against the muscles in his face. "Your will must sleep. You obey me. You obey only me."
He sighed, shifted, "Mmy wwill mmust ssleep. Ii oobey yyou. Ii oobey oonly yyou."
Damn! Easy. Why did his presence seem so slippery? It seemed that he was dancing within her commands. The force against him wasn't what she was used to. She was hardly exerting herself. He bent to her, he submitted, but it felt like he was helping her. That couldn't be true. She ground her body down on top of his limp muscles. His fine golden chest hairs tickled her nipples. She moved her lips close to his mouth, "You obey only me. You love obeying. You are a slave to my words. Let that make you horny for me."
The darkness covered both of their writhing forms on the desert floor, "Ii oobey oonly yyou. Ii llove oobeying. Ii aam sslave tto yyour wwords. Hhorny ffor yyou."
Damn! So hot. Too easy. She felt his cock becoming huge pinned beneath her mound. The excitement of his body was something thrilling. She smelled his sweat through the expanded palette of the Great River. She bent and licked his lips. "You are my pussy slave."
"Ii aam yyour ppussy sslave." His voice lowered in a sleepy tone.
She began to move her hips slowly against his rampant heated prick. Teasing herself as she melted down his being. "Jack, what IS your secret na---."
Lightning cracked through the back of her head, writing a secret thing on her mind in burning letters. Nicki arched with the hot pain.
"Nicki? Did you forget who your real opponent was?" came the velvety tones of Tapestry. An electric finger wrote another word in Nicki's head. Warrigal.
NO! I took him! He's mine and I've won! I'm Kinspawn and you have no right---. Nicki couldn't believe her success was a lie.
Then Jack rolled her over on her back and sat up.
She used the eyes the Great River provided and saw his Grace and Truth.
Jack kissed her, "I am your pussy slave." He kissed her again, "I am slave to your words. I love obeying you."
You did it all to yourself. You bent yourself. You sick fuck, you anticipated every force I used and bent with it. That's insane!!! Nicki raged pinned under Jack's body and with her mind under Tapestry's invisible electric hand.
Jack eased his hands gently across her nipples and breasts, "Why? Because moving with the force is wrong? Because surviving the storm is wrong? Humans have survived natural disasters for centuries, little sheila. It could be called an Art. I just happen to practice an Art of surviving unnatural disasters like mind control. I love being your slave." Jack bent down and suckled her hard nipples. "I accepted your Dance."
Tapestry materialized above them, glowing with golden light and sixty feet tall. "And you have no words for him to obey now, Nicki. You can't make someone do something they are already willing to do. I tried to tell you. I warned you so many times not to think always in terms of winning. I told you things are not always what they seem to be. I told you I didn't control Jack."
Nicki couldn't speak, Jack, help me!
"This is between you and Tapestry, my mistress. I can't make your Dance a success for you." He looked at her with sad blue eyes.
Tapestry brushed Jack aside and scooped Nicki up in her immense hand of living electric light.
Nicki screamed in her head. Cheating. Bitch. She reached for the Great River to take this conflict to the next level, direct exchange of volatile energies, but she found she was cut-off. Burning and constrained by the sneak attack on her mind at the point of her 'victory' over Jack. He called me mistress! I won! I took him from you!
Tapestry shook her head sadly, "You lost. You lost when you agreed to the conditions. You can't take something from me that never belonged to me. You can't force someone who agrees to be your slave."
Tapestry stood above the brightening sky like a Titan. Then her hand was moving downward. A huge current ran through the fingers of the immense Angela. The wash of prickling energy locked up all of Nicki's muscles. Not real! It's not real! She's projecting me into something unreal! Impossible!
Nicki was one big feeling nerve. Helpless. Immobile. Aroused. She became aware of small breezes against her skin. Her nipples stayed hard. She could find little else to look at but her hard nipples as she searched inside for an escape route or trick to use against the paralyzing current. Nicki pictured the huge Angela as a mental trick and tried to find the mental projection's source. She was only remotely distressed to realize that she had no anger for this unfair violation of the Dance. This wasn't a test. She couldn't kill Angela, couldn't harm her. Angela had made herself a huge body and Nicki was the size of a doll by comparison. She was helpless. An aroused and helpless toy gripped in a warm fist waiting for whatever it was that would happen to her next. She was as far from control as she had ever been. She was totally at the mercy of the moments stretching out before her.
For some reason she didn't want to think about, it seemed to take forever for the defeat to grind to its inevitable conclusion. Nicki imagined that Angela would just twist her head off now. She'd probably die of a stroke back in the real hotel room.
Instead Angela moved Nicki up to her mouth. That succulent pair of lips was suddenly looming over her and Angela pushed Nicki's head between her lips and started licking and sucking on her head. The heated lips stroked across her face like ribbed velvet. Nicki felt the tongue press against the top of her head when she was shoved into the tight wet darkness.
Nicki was one big feeling nerve. Helpless. Immobile. Aroused. Even as she realized that she was being gobbled up like a lollipop, she felt her head changing under the insistent sucking of the mouth. The top of her head was deforming. Her thoughts were being sculpted.
Her thoughts! She pushed the physical danger from her mind. She shut off the unfairness and normal assumptions. She concentrated on protecting herself, her core. She had lost the physical contest because Angela was cheating.
All that anger was now channeled into hard defenses for her mind.
Then Angela moved Nicki rapidly through the air. Scented aromas hit her a moment before her bare sensitive scalp pressed against the convoluted labia of Angela's pussy. Then in an overpowering wash, her stiff head and shoulders were thrust deep into the sopping darkness.
She almost gagged but realized that the physical was a trap, a distraction. She tried to stay warded within her hard defense as she felt the heated energies building up around her body. Images began to soak into her as the viscous pumping began in earnest. Heat was building up and she was being cooked. Images of her body being fused with heat.
Her resolve was melting. Deforming. Brain melting like wax.
Her nipples were hard points of resistance squeezed flat to her chest by the dark tunnel walls. She told herself she didn't need to breathe. She didn't need to open her eyes. She felt the body length thrusts take on faster urgency. Power was soaking into her from every side and she couldn't keep it out. The first thread of panic hit her as the energy of Angela's scorching cunt squeezed her like a soft piece of fruit.
A too-ripe banana.
A quivering perverse idea struck Nicki and held. When would she know when the test was done? Angela was corrupting all of her sensory information. She didn't know where she was--- except she couldn't afford to believe that she was a dildo in a hot wonderfully tasting---.
She shut her mouth. No tasting.
The warm sweet taste was hardening her tongue. Her heart quickened its pace and fire bloomed in her nipples as Angela rubbed them inside her cunt walls. Yes. Nicki wanted to be used. She loved it. Helpless. One big nerve. One big immobile collection of aroused sexual orifices. Poseable. A living fuck doll for her mentor to play with and pack away when bored.
So hot. She said nothing. No one to hear if she screamed. No amount of pinching, poking, or fucking changed her. She found her eyes locked open in the darkness and the hot pussy juices rubbing across her face didn't even make her blink.
She knew her mental defenses were melting with how hot it all made her feel, but there was no sound. Her mouth was only for cock or tit or other amusements. She tongued at the cunt walls stroking past her compressed head.
Angela began to cum. "You love it, Warrigal."
The electric writing in Nicki's brain accepted this command. Yes. So much energy. So much pussy. More pussy than I've ever dreamed.
Angela kept up a regular rhythm of orgasms that shattered Nicki from every side.
Time became a lash Nicki was too changed to feel. So hot.
After a timeless stretch of being used, Angela finally set her small form down on the dresser for later play. Jack walked in and noticed Nicki standing there on the dresser. He took a closer look and Nicki stood tall to let him admire her. Her arms molded into her sides, her mouth open in an obscene oval and her crimson tongue thrust out to full extension. She knew what she looked like now because Angela had set her down with her face towards the bureau mirror. She saw her bone white face in the mirror and could admire her sleek cone-shaped skull and hairless body.
Her face was stiffly fixed in wide-eyed delight and her mouth was an inviting hole with an engorged crimson tongue thrusting out.
In the mirror, a nude Angela walked up behind Nicki and ran a finger lovingly down her new dildo body. "You're so hot, Nicki. You'll make a good fetish-thrall. What a disappointment after all your kick-ass attitude--- it turns out that attitude was all you really were."
Angela's lovely voice was so compelling. Nicki realized she had fallen in love with Angela and so she orgasmed repeatedly with the black feeling of her mind falling apart.
Lost. Falling. Bending. Black.
Alone. In darkness with only the softest unknown noises and odd smells of her pussy soaked body, she waited for her owner to come and play with her.
She didn't move. She could tell she was breathing but that hardly mattered. She could count her heartbeat in the darkness. Sometimes she kept track of time by remembering that a person had sixty heartbeats or so in a minute. An hour had thirty-six hundred heartbeats and a week had six hundred thousand heartbeats. It was too tiring to count higher than that, so at the end of one week, she'd begin counting again.
She decided that she wouldn't go mad. She'd get even. She would bend. She would be the best damn fuck toy anyone ever had. Everybody could mess with Nicki Barclay now.
But she preferred Angela.
She thought about things Jack and Angela had tried to tell her. She hadn't listened when it came to anything but winning. Bending wasn't so bad. She felt so hot. She knew that she would never win again and knowing that, realized that something painful was decided. She didn't live in fear of losing now.
Yes. She hoped Angela would come soon and use her. She wanted that.
The darkness went away.
Angela smiled over her. "Welcome back and congratulations. You passed with flying colors."
Nicki blinked at the warm smile, "Passed?" Her voice was so weak. She looked around while lifting her hands up--- definitely hers with no sign of any changes. She looked at Angela, her torturer and her teacher. Angela was covered in remnants of fruit and smeared whipped cream in a color riot. Her exquisite brown body was a dried sticky mess of juices. Her hair was a disaster of tangled and matted strands.
"Passed?" Nicki took a calming breath, "Oh my god. Layers within layers within layers of illusion. The club wasn't real. I wasn't a dog. I haven't been months training with you. I'm not a dildo doll. You didn't betray me." She felt giddy nausea spring up and took another deeper breath until it went away. She looked around and saw the hotel room. Manny and Rafe were sitting with sleepy-eyed blankness on the couch. She was still wearing the street clothes that she had on the day she'd found Angela. Her eyes went back to Jack.
Jack was dressed and watching the two of them.
"But," Angela held up a finger, "you experienced it all. The symbol becomes the actual. Just as when you accepted the conditions of the Dance with Jack, you were accepting the vector of my control over the next attack. I pushed you to the edge of your greatest personal fears. I've trained you for virtual weeks and tested you with the Initiate Dance of the Kinspawn. I hunted you and set the traps. By the oldest honors of our kind, I gave you hell. I made you live with your own worst nightmare for weeks. You nearly went insane, Nicki, but you overcame. You learned to bend instead of break. You may still decide to kill me, or Jack, or both of us."
Nicki understood how strong the anger was. It was like a monster within her seething at the hurt and fear. It wanted revenge. It wanted to hurt back. "It seems like a really good idea. Killing you, I mean."
Angela nodded, "I'm sure it does. I knew it would." She shrugged, "But I didn't see any other way to teach you about how big the world really is."
Nicki thought about it again, "This could be in my head too. I could be trapped still, with you waiting to see if I will kill you so you can decide whether to ever let me out of my own head."
Angela laughed, "That's right. It could be. You're going to do OK, Nicki." She seemed really pleased.
Nicki counted the number of times they both might have lied to each other. It seemed almost even but that was probably a conceit. Angela had many things she hadn't shared in the crash course. Nicki still didn't know how to do the virtual reality trick. "OK. I'm not going to kill you. I'm not going to owe you for this, either. I'm going to save your ass, you conniving old slut."
Angela tilted her head, "Oh?" Jack looked interested. His lips pursed as he studied Nicki.
"Yes. This is the same day I found you. I've got to go. I've got to be back in the hotel room where he left me before he realizes I'm gone. I'll stop him and then you'll owe me." Nicki walked towards the door.
Jack and Angela looked at each other without understanding. Angela asked, "Stop who, Nicki?"
"Mr. Gallant, my 'master'," she replied with a smirk. "He's been stalking you, lining you up for a kill. He's a hit man who's been on your trail since Australia. When he gets back to the hotel, he's going to give me some food. I'm going to be very grateful and then I'm going to fuck his brains out." She stopped at the door and grinned at the two watching her. "Literally."
Jack exchanged a glance with Angela.
"Then I'll be back for advanced lessons. I've never been an easy student. I'm just not satisfied with a crash course. I want you to dust off your best and throw it at me, Teach. Seeya later." She opened the door and walked out shutting it firmly behind her.
Jack winced, "Isn't Gallant one of Salamander's top guys?"
Angela chewed her lower lip, "Yes. I think so. The name seems more than familiar." She turned her worried expression to Jack. She hadn't known this part of things.
He shrugged, "You passed her. You gave her the honors. It's not like you'll be there to hold her hand. Want me to go stop her?"
Angela was pleased with Nicki, but she hadn't expected this to be the way things would turn out. She nodded to herself. "Interesting. I knew our fates were tangled as soon as I met her. No. You're right. I won't even look at the cards. This is too personal now, the cards would only laugh at me and that just makes me crazy."
Jack shook his head and blew one of his trademark cynical sighs. "You can't see how much alike the two of you are. Brainy hardheaded bitches who do everything the hard way based on their gut. Sod it, Tapestry! Do you realize she might have killed both of us? Came close enough to sticking it to you." He gestured idly at the mesmerized pair of thieves sitting on the couch. "Not to mention that she would have used this Gallant if that had been easier."
"True. It was a wild ride." Angela let loose a smile that lit her wide mouth, "Damn, fucking, piss."
Jack looked startled to hear Nicki's profanity coming from Angela.
She giggled in response to his look. "I love it when you talk dirty to me, Jack. Come over here and be mean to me. Make me feel cheap and used." She slid her hands up hard across her breasts and pouted.
He rolled his eyes and went and locked the door and set a chair under the lever. "All right, but this time you're not going to get off so easy."
"Oh, good," Angela breathed watching him from under half-lidded eyes.
Gallant walked into the room and flipped on the light against the early evening.
He hadn't meant to be away all day, but events had conspired against him. It was worth it in that he now had a plan and all the elements in place to finish off Ancient Tapestry. Angela's hours were numbered now. He had actually managed to get her credit cards cancelled today by buying some expensive computer hacking. She wouldn't be jumping a plane or even leaving a hotel without trouble.
He turned around and looked at Baby sleeping facedown on the bed. He had tied her hands behind her back and her ankles each to the steel-frame feet at the end of the bed last night. He liked the way she looked tied up. She hadn't minded at all. She was a sex slave with little initiative.
He was hard, just looking at her. Baby was an interesting perk of the long chase. Doubtful he could keep her, of course. She'd have to die if the Salamander commanded it. He walked over and poked her awake. Gallant smiled. That smile was not a nice thing to see and it didn't touch his pale gray eyes. He shoved her again.
Hair hanging over her face, she woke with a lusty grin and wiggled her bottom at him, "Hello, Master. Fuck me, please?"
He held up the bag of fast food, "Wouldn't you like a meal first?" A last meal, good chance.
She pouted, "Baby wants cum. Fuck Baby?"
He grinned and tossed the paper bag on the other bed. "Very well, you brainless little pig." He grabbed her hips and pulled her suddenly into an ass-high position. She started moving about excitedly in anticipation and he pulled his hard cock out with one hand. A quick bit of alignment and he was sliding into her heated wet cunt.
"That's what you want, isn't it?" He grinned.
"Yes, Master," Nicki's eyes lit up with invisible sparks as she felt the bridge lock into place between them, "that's exactly what I want." She giggled and started moving her hips.
"Aaaah." He felt her inner temperature sharply rise as the walls of her sex clamped down tightly on his thrusts. Gott! She was such a sexy thing. Such a good fuck. Such a great piece of ass.
And she would do anything he wanted her to no matter how sordid or----.
He felt his vision swim for a moment, his cock was so hard, it almost felt like all the blood in his body was trying to crowd into the inches of his manhood.
"Ooh, Mister Gallant. My pussy is getting sticky and wet. I'm sticky for you. Tell me how wet I am. Tell me how much you were looking forward to sex tonight. You came for sex tonight, didn't you?"
"Yes. Sex." He tried to take a deep breath but he was so relaxed and focused on pumping her it was too much effort to ask her what she was talking about.
"You don't have to say a word. Spread your legs a little if you love my sticky wetness. This is why you came tonight. You came for something hot and wet. You want hot sticky sex. I'm the hottest sex."
He spread his legs a bit. From a more powerful stance, he bore down on her, crushing his hips into her wetness.
"You're making me wet and sticky. Spread your legs a little because I'm getting wetter thinking about your wonderful cock."
He flushed and spread his knees further apart. Her ass was rising and falling before him like a wave. His eyes were glued to her cheeks. "I don't---." He knew something, something he realized would make this moment more important, more sharply defined, something she was missing or overlooking.
"You don't wait for a brainless little pig to be ready, you make her ready and wet and sticky. Your cock is hot. I want your cock in my ass. That will make you even hotter. Then you'll know. Hotter because I've touched you. Hotter because you're going to keep fucking me. You're hot just thinking about it. I'll squeeze your cock in my ass and you'll know you have to do whatever I say. I'm ready now. I'm going to squeeze your hot hard cock in my ass."
She adroitly shifted position while he hung suspended between seconds. He forgot what he was looking for in his thoughts.
With a grunt of pleasure, she impaled herself on his red hot spear. It was so tight and he became so hot for it he had to fuck her hard.
"Fuck my brains out," she begged.
"Fuck like a brainless little pig," she pleaded.
Yes. Yes. He couldn't see. But he had memorized the waving rhythm of her rising ass.
"That's right, Baby. Fuck like a brainless little pig," she implored.
Yes. Brainless. Fuck. He was fucking. Brainless. Like a brainless little pig.
"You can't stop, Baby. You're brainless. Fuck me, Baby. Shoot the rest of your mind from your cock. Shoot it NOW!"
He obeyed. He shot his brain into the darkness of her ass.
Then she was pulling off his cock and she was hot in his arms, kissing him and telling him he was hers. She would never let anyone take advantage of his brainless-little-pig-life. He would never make the hard choices again. He was done with that.
That seemed better.
And she was so loving, so hot and sexy. He could only think of fucking, but then she let him suck some of his brains back out of the darkness of her ass. He knew if she could share that, could allow him to have enough brains to walk about following her and helping her, that she was generous and loving.
That was best of all.
He was happy with his place in the world. He smiled and it was really a rather nice smile and it gathered up his whole world, his whole face and made him a very different person. He was her Baby now.
That was just grand.
Author's note: Please use story title in your email comments. Thanks to readers for making Nicki Barclay and Tapestry wonderful characters for me to write. Thanks for the last minute read by genre friends. You know who you are. Special Note: Warrigal is 'dingo' in Aborigine.