Dark Knight
I had gone in late, past the
stroke of midnight when the Cinderella’ and Snow Whites' have left for bed,
leaving the Vampires to stake the night.
I was in my leathers; the
dark jacket over the corset pushing my silicone babies puffing over the top
seams, the bottom part of my body encased in the tight skin clinging pants
tucked into the knee high boots with no throng marks on the butt, once favored
by the Calvary of the Napoleon Era; they probably wore long johns then while I
had mine tucked in tight. I also had on my thick makeup with the heavy eye
shadow and dark lipstick with my short cropped hair swept to the back of my
neck. I had the looks of a terminator ala the men killer mode. My other personal
items are kept in the shoulder bag, slung across the chest, and was branded
with a price to kill for.
It only took me half of my
sherbet to have the first catch. She was dressed like batgirl, but I disliked
her dominating nature.
"Care for a game of
Cats?" I looked at her. I reached over and pinched at her lips.
"Woof~!" I replied.
"I am a doggie bitch. You wouldn't have a prick that could fit me."
Batgirl snared at me, before
she walked off. In my game, I prefer to be the dominator.
The second one was the target
identified. I move in on her at the counter alone. She looked more like my
ideal lady; a submissive one which needed the courage after a few drinks. She
was dressed in the office attire; three piece business suit with the flat
heels.
"You are the one I
want." I told her while looking into her eyes. "You would be my
bitch."
She gave me the looks that I
would expect of a school girl; the expression of naivety. Before she could
resist, I took from my bag, a short leather leash. I looped it on her right
wrist and pulled it tight.
"Who
are...""She asked meekly.
"Shut up and follow
me." I told her. I read her profile'; she was a submissive one, the
details we have on her was full, and I knew my role.
We adjourned to my rented
unit a short walk away. We kissed while my left foot back heeled on the door.
As the dominator, I pushed at her backwards, but she stopped me.
"Where's the bed?"
She looked to the adjacent room. I held out my hands to hold her face.
"Slave, I will fuck you
where I want." I laid my lips on her, and kissed her hard, before I
flicker my tongue onto her. She responded back while I slipped off her jacket
and her right hand was rubbing my butt. I moved to her blouse where her left
hand was unbuttoning there. I was past the point of softness, and pulled at her
blouse lapels to pull it off her.
"That was a hundred
dollars......." She whispered to me, when I pulled the blouse off her
shoulder.
"So bill me." I
jacked my right leg into her crotch. She gasped at my urgency, and reached for
my jacket.
"Pull my top down."
I told her while my hands pulled her skirt around, with the hem at the front.
She did as I told her, while I pulled her head down to it. Her lips moved on
their actions to kiss me on my upturned breasts. She suckled on the nipples
causing me to hold my breath. I felt her teeth moved over to nibble on the edge
and then enveloped it like a suction pod. I was also busy with my own hands;
her skirt bunched up on the rear while I pulled at the thongs on her.
I loved throngs; they had
these taut lines which you can pull in like fishing reels. I pulled hard to
stretch the material hard into her in the front, and then sawed the throng
lines like a swing.
"Oh...." She was
getting all excited, and her hands moved to the front of my pants. She wanted
to unzip it. She wanted to show me her gratitude. I allowed her the service. She
gasped when she reached to pull my pants down. It was not what she expected.
"It can't be." She
pulled back but I held her hard.
"Appearance can be
deceiving." I grabbed her arms and pushed her around. With her arm twisted
behind her, I pushed her forward to fall on her knees. I then grabbed her hair
and pulled her head back.
"I am your Dark Knight.
Guess who the Joker is?" I pulled my pants off to reveal my hard-on; my
personal tool to satisfy my lust cravings. Then surgically implant breast
covered my true self and allowed me to be who I was to be.
I had stepped to the front of
her and forced my hard-on into her open mouth.
"Suck on it,
bitch." I coax her with my hand forcing her head back. I stifle her cries
with it, and my hands held her shoulders down. She fought against it; trying to
bite me, but I had thrust it deep to gag her. After a few attempts of such, she
was back to her submissive nature, but I was into my next position. I gagged
her once more; deeper and longer causing her to struggle before I withdraw. I
grabbed her by the armpits and pushed her towards the couch. I had her laid
down and raised her legs. She struggled but a well placed blow to the inner
left thigh dampened her fighting will. I pulled her towards me with her opened
thighs. I pulled at the wet throng and inserted in my hard-on.
"No!" She screamed
but I stifle that with a blow with my extended knuckle on her lower torso. Her
physical pain overshadowed her preference of sex. I was not finished with her
while I used her in the different position. I felt my orgasm and let it all
out. I pushed her off, and walked to the doorway where I left my bag. She was still
crying on the couch, when I returned. She did not see the blow I gave her then,
a syringe into her left ribs, and then she was out. I picked up my portable,
and called in the help. Organ removal required two sets of hands, and speed.
More to it, I was exhausted from my sex session.
I hate to be told I am a
father in a few months. This was more effective.
"Thank you for assisting
us. Your contribution would be recorded." I told my victim, Ruth Herring.
She would be cleaned of her organs and then incinerated by the paid staff. .
I was the Knight who obeyed
his Queen.
I kill them on her order, and
then harvest their human organs.
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