Desolate Future [closed for Frags]

The streets were dirty and dark in this part of the city, the underground and grunge on the edges of society forming it's own city totally apart from the corporations and tall, pristine buildings that marked the rest of the metropolis. Evening put on a good face for the city of Kylar, but only because the darkness hid the less pleasant parts, it's dark crevices creeping with diseased shadows and the vermin of mankind.

Margot walked alone, unperturbed by the area she found herself in, her gait relaxed and confident as she strode to her final destination. On the corner under a streetlight there stood a man, unsuspecting and apparently loitering, his broad shoulders tight and flexed under a somewhat nice suit jacket. In different lighting one would see that it wasn't a rich suit, and most likely not brand name; people in this part of the city couldn't afford that kind of clothing, no matter how much aide they got from the government and they certainly wouldn't go advertising their wealth around here, even if they had it.

In her thrift store jeans and woven jacket and scarf, Margot fit in with the neighborhood, her shoes scuffed on the bottoms but well made. She gave a small quirked smile to the man as she approached and he opened the doorway flushed against the wall behind himself, giving a wary glance around as he let her in. Walking through a dark corridor Margot made her way suredly in the dark, a low pulsating thumping growing louder as she approached a door at the end. Opening it the darkness was broken by multicolored strobe lights that shot their randomly flashing beams from the ceiling and somewhere in the middle of the room. And as soon as the door opened, the thumping grew in tone and gathered tune, a throbbing beat and grating faux guitar that sent a shiver up her spine as it moved through her. Sliding into the large and spacious room she was filled with a sense of snug closeness as wall-to-wall bodies surrounded her, her form slithering through the crowd with ease.

As she moved through the club, occasionally jostled by a swaying form, Margot felt alive. Looking around, watching the people familiar with the scene, some in their extreme get-up, and others dressed like her all filled with the freedom and anonymity that the dark club and dance floor provided for them. There wasn't anywhere else you could go these days without the eye scanners catching you and cataloging your presence, an automatic flash of light over your eyes as you passed through a doorway or got into your car. The club was completely identity free and money could be used here without your name and DNA being attached to it.

Approaching the bar, Margot smiled at the man behind the counter, his own suave grin given a grotesque cast by the septum nose piercing dangling just above his menacing goatee. Unlike some of the more judgmental populace, Margot was not bothered by this in the least.

"Give me a Fyre Lung," she said casually, her voice straining to reach above the pounding of the music that dominated the air. There was the slightest hesitation in the barman's manner but he finally reached under the counter and pulled out a 1.5 oz. glass and a bottle also from under the counter filled with a clear almost neon orange liquid and poured her a drink. There weren't that many alcoholic beverages allowed any more, what with the government outlawing everything it considered to be too dangerous to the health and well-being of it's citizens. But in places like these, if you knew what to ask for and how to ask, you could get the stuff that the law was too scared to let you have.

Laying a CRED down on the bar and sliding it forward, she winked at the man and downed the drink in one gulp. CREDs were an obsolete version of payment, what with chip implants that logged straight into one's bank account, but they were still allowed as they were used in place of money people did not have and many lower class citizens hadn't moved on to higher technology. Also CREDs were another way to pay anonymously as they did not require a name or a computer to access the set value.

As the drink slid a path of fire down her throat, Margot pushed the glass back at the barman and turned to survey the room. A little ways away just at the end of the bar she saw a man with the telltale signs of a dealer watching her. As her dark eyes met his light gray gaze, he popped something small and pink into his mouth and gave her a smile, beckoning her close with a finger. Walking towards him, her hips swayed to the music a little and he leaned in close to her ear when she was close enough.

"Would you like to try?" he asked, his acrid breath cascading on her bared neck, hot and sick. Smiling, she drew back and leaned into him, her lips capturing his and her tongue diving forth. When she pulled away, the small capsule of pink now lay in her mouth and she grinned smugly as she wandered away. Glancing back once, coquettishly, she saw him look dismayed and then amused as she took off with the drug without paying. But it didn't matter much, it was only a sample dose and all she really needed.

Swallowing, she proceeded to the dance floor where the music was the loudest and where the bodies were the closest. Forms swayed to the beat and legs and arms moved fluidly together, the crowd becoming as one, like a creature undulating rhythmically in a spasmodic haze. Margot let herself be taken away as the tingling of the drug in her brain mixed with that of the music that turned the air into a throbbing thing she could feel in and out of her skin. Several moments passed and she began to grow tired, finally snapping out of the hypnosis of the dancers, to break away and wander off to a the edges of the room. Working her way along, she searched for someone to keep her company, her deep brown eyes traveling over the faces of those who loitered, looking for someone just as lonely as she was...

Looking around the streets they were just as they said they were. Dark, broken, such as the world seemed but outside of this haven, if it could be called such a thing, he knew the control and order with which things operated. It was a dangerous time to be anywhere, but so much more here. After tomorrow this town would rapidly begin turning into a ghost town and no one knew it but him.

Before he left his home Stephen was given clothes of the time that fit him. To him they looked like rags, poor. But it went with the territory. Solving the world’s problems always seemed to create new ones; it was a never ending cycle. It was worth it he told himself as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket. There was a place he had to go and he knew it only by memory and the old maps they’d given him. There were people he had to meet and they were going to be even harder to find. The pictures they’d shown him were old and few and without names. They were one of the few things the government couldn’t erase. Contraband was like that.

Walking with purpose he looked at the other people on the street as he passed. It looked depressed and yet he knew about the club. It was like a secret no one told the government but little did they know the crackdown would begin tomorrow and he had to find those people there. Those who’d be influential. Those who had the power. He had enough CREDs for convincing and if that didn’t work, a knife. From where he’d come they couldn’t guarantee a gun or something like it wouldn’t be detected. But he preferred knives. They were easy to conceal and they were quiet if used right. If he needed something bad enough he’d find it, or take it. It was all the same to him.

From the map cast in his head, Stephen traced his steps until he approached the door. Stephen whispered something in the man’s ear and let him pass with as much paranoia as when he allowed Margot inside. That’s when he really started hearing it, feeling the reverberations against the ground as he went deeper down the corridor until he reached the club. They told him it was a hedonist’s paradise and he had no doubt about that.

The lights were the first thing to attract his eyes, and then all the people. Grinding, rubbing against one another as they drank whatever kind of drinks they were serving behind the bar or whatever pill they hid in their mouths. Stephen had been told about the different types of drink and pill but it wasn’t something he bothered to remember. It wasn’t important, he reminded himself. He was only here for one thing and that didn’t involve getting involved. In order to change history, he couldn’t be known as an active participant of it. He was to only talk to the people he was sent there to meet. He didn’t want to detract from those thoughts, letting temptation take over.

Stephen wouldn’t tempt himself with a drink and so he had to brave the people who were dancing. Moving from one end to the other he felt bodies against his in the cramped area. Any other time in history they could’ve called it sleazy but here they called it freedom. He couldn’t help but smirk a little as he let the thought linger. Then drawn out of his haze when a woman, without reason, turned and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down far enough to lay a long, tongue tangling kiss on his lips. Maybe it was the pulsating lights, the music, the atmosphere or the girl’s tongue in his mouth but he felt his hand graze against her breast. She made a sound, or did she say something? Either way she didn’t seem concerned or upset as she broke their bind, licking her lips and turning away to continue dancing as though nothing had happened.

But he couldn’t think about that. There was a job to do and he had to get it done no matter the... obstacles in his way. After what felt like an hour he made it to the other side, plastering his back to the wall, watching the dancers. He looked among the other wallflowers hoping to see someone he recognized from the pictures. Stephen couldn’t ask for names. He probably wouldn’t be told truthful information anyway. He just had to hope that they were here where they were known to frequent and so far luck wasn’t on his side.

The lights continued to pulse and flash as one song changed and moved seamlessly into the next, a minuscule altering in the tempo of the dancers that probably only the regulars and those with a keen eye could detect. With her right side facing the crowd, Margot moved along the edges of the dancers, her eyes peering briefly up a platformed and iron grilled staircase that led to a higher floor that encircled the room. Her mind buzzed slightly from the drug she'd ingested and the alcohol kept her veins nice and warm, but her head was still clear and her vision unimpaired as her eyes grazed over those who gathered in the shadows.

There were familiar faces she touched upon, but beyond a breath of eye contact there was no acknowledgment. Margot didn't like taking home the same man twice; it was dangerous to make too many friends in this environment and getting close to people was hard in this day and age, even for those in "respectable" society. Coming to the far edges of the room, her eyes ghosted over faces until she found one that made her glance back for a second look.

A man standing alone, his own eyes searching the crowd, his stance casual but tense, as if her were waiting for someone, but his facial features altogether articulating a sense of being lost. He did not fit. He wasn't a Moderator; Margot determined that by sight right away. Mods tended to most of the time be more robotic and stiff than human, even though they shared the flesh and blood with the rest of the populace. And they weren't at all very good at blending in. This man at least made the attempt and could pass for one of them... but still there was something different that set him apart.

Intrigued and with the casual sense of fearlessness that was her default setting, she approached where he stood, a little ways back from the dancers but still within sights of the swaying crowd. She made sure he saw her, gave him a small seductive smile, and with an intimate familiarity leaned in with her lips at his ear, her body pressing slightly against him.

"You look lost," she said in a voice that tried to carry over the oppressive music. "And your clothes are a bit off in style. You're not a Mod are you?" Her tone and the question itself was suggesting that she did not believe in her playful accusations. Pulling back to look him in the eyes, she kept her body close and waited for his response to her come-on.

Stephen’s eyes remained on the floor, along the walls but he couldn’t find what he was wanted. Then it flashed through his mind that he might have to stay here all night, like a posted guard if he wanted to find someone. And then he’d have to blend in. Drinks? Dancing? He should’ve paid more attention but the social cultures and styles of the past didn’t interest him. It was one of those things that wouldn’t sink into his brain no matter how much weight was attached.

However Stephen was a patient man and he’d wait all night if he had to. If he couldn’t find those who he needed to find then there was something else he could do on his own but it was a last resort and he’d need more than a knife. He let his mind wander then, wondering how hard real weapons would be to come by? It couldn’t be as hard as they told him. Wanting to wash the thoughts from his mind he stationed his attention on the dancefloor, watching the men and women together. It was a nice distraction even if it took him away from what he was supposed to be doing. Stephen wasn't looking for anyone, he was watching. If he allowed his mind to wonder too much about the possibilities he’d stop looking all together and begin planning to do everything on his own. It was just how he worked.

Then he was surprised to see a girl not too far off looking directly at him. It brought him out of his thoughtful, alone little world and he returned her smile. Silently he wondered what she wanted. She couldn’t have found him out already. Or maybe she was like the girl from the dancefloor, looking for her quick physical fix.

When she pressed her body against his, even before she said anything, his hand went to her waist. Instincts. But it wasn’t to hold her back. It was to touch. She’d be another distraction for him while he’d search the crowd now and again. Stephen didn't know if he wanted that; he didn't know if he'd be able to turn her away.

After she spoke and leaned back, he took her tone for what it was. While he had a job to do he couldn’t ignore what was happening in front of him. With deft ability he slipped a finger into one of the beltloops of her jeans, tugging her toward him with a sudden jolt. Leaning her body into hers now without the hint of subtlety in his actions he questioned, teasing, “Why do you ask? Do you need to be corrected?”

It was something he wouldn’t have done in his own time but here he had nothing to lose. If she left him on his own he could do his job alone but if she were as playful as he thought she was, she’d stay. Sure, he told himself, he could miss seeing someone but chances were that was going to happen anyway. And this was the past. The city had already been wiped in his mind. There was nothing to lose... or so he now felt.

It wasn't unusual for Margot to be the one to initiate contact like this, about 50% of the time seeking men and women out to share her bed with, and the rest taken home on a whim when they had been the ones to seek her out. Those that she sought after very rarely disappointed her, as was the case with this gentleman. Most of those in this scene were a bit skittish when it came to reality; mentioning things like asking for names, or Moderators, even in a joking manner would cause some to flinch and be scared off. Margot was not afraid and she did not believe in dumbing herself down just to take some scared loser home and have a good fucking. Chances were, if they didn't have the balls to stand up to mere words and be playful, then they wouldn't be much of a lay anyways.

As she felt herself jerked forwards by the hip, and his body pressing snugly into hers, she smiled, even moreso at the words that drifted from his lips. Her intuition had been correct, he WAS different and it made her feel a kindred spirit with him. "Yes," she said in a sultry tone, her lips inches from the bottom of his bearded chin and her dark eyes looking up at him seductively. "You've got your work cut out for you tonight...correcting me...I'm so wrong that it's good." The last was said against his neck, her face nuzzling sensually into him, stubble and facial hair on his neck and chin rubbing harshly into her, making her skin tingle.

The music seemed to drift to her ears through a fog, the darkness and the hot bodies filling the room around them seeming distant and far away. Her breasts pressed into his chest as her arms snaked up and around his neck, fingers whispering at the hair on his neckline, tugging lightly and diving into his dark locks. Her pelvis ground into his, her fragile legs spreading and opening for him, just enough to let his body mold against hers as close as they could with their clothes on. Heart pounding heavily in her chest, Margot felt her body flood with the familiar spark of hormones and sensations, her breathing coming deeper, hot and sweet as she nuzzled into him, her soft cheek and lips caressing the crook of his neck and shoulder. With a small directional pull with the hands in his hair, she pulled his face down to hers and her plush, full lips captured his in a passionate dance. Her tongue invaded his mouth even as his broke into hers and they fought briefly, bodies grinding in the dark as the battle of the kiss raged on.

When she finally broke it, she clung to him, hands smoothing down over his shoulders and once again leaning with her mouth to his ear. "Let's blaze," she said, her voice broken and heavy with lust, the pulsating drone of the music not doing anything to disguise her intent or meaning.

Her hand drifted down to one of his, fingers grasping tightly as she pulled away and tugged him along. Leaving the spot where they'd met, she led him through the crowd, in a different direction than the door through which they'd both entered. The new doorway led into another corridor of darkness, the door shutting behind them instantly muting the music and filling their sights with a clinging darkness. But with a sure step she made her way to the outside door, opening it and a rush of fresh, cool air rushing to meet them both. The doorway led out to an alleyway at the back of the building and looking both directions to assert herself in her internal map, she chose the left and they walked out into the street together.

She kept silent as they walked, only passing a few people here and there, hurrying on their way and turning a blind eye to each other; it was a mutual ignorance, as nobody in this part of the city at this time of night was up to any good. Leading him a few blocks away, they came upon a nicer neighborhood, one where the street lamps were at least tended to regularly, but the grunge and litter still populated the edges of the sidewalks, and bordering the legs of the apartment buildings and shops. Walking up to a door with an iron barred front, she took a small computer key from her pocket and waved it in front of the lock. With a rusty creak, the gate opened and so did the door behind it with an airy "WHOOSH!" and a beep of approval. As she stepped past the threshold, holding the gate open for her companion, a flash of light and a small computerized click was emitted from a small, worn camera at the top of the door, it's mechanical eye pointing and focusing downward. As it made it's little noise, one looking right at Margot would see the flash of light repeated over her eyes, just a split second scan that she barely acknowledged.

Holding the door open for him, she smiled lustfully and ushered him inside.

When Stephen heard her say, ‘Yes’ he knew he was in the right club. But he couldn’t stay there. Not with her continuing to whisper those things in his ear. Resisting was going to be tough, it was better to give in. Stephen didn’t say anything in response, preferring to keep her close as he felt her move toward him. For him there wasn’t anything to say, wasn’t anything worth saying. Already he knew this wasn’t going to be a relationship built on likes of personality... or even one of knowing names. That was best though. Not knowing her name made her just another random historical person he never heard about. The town was done anyway, he reminded himself.

As she moved closer the music seemed to slip away. He could still feel its loud beat battering the floor but he was lost in a world of touch and scent. This girl was direct, well, they all seemed that way. So he thought nothing of it when he felt her breasts crash against his chest and had no qualms about his hands slipping away from the beltloops of her jeans to around her rear, gripping her ass. Stephen held her as she moved her body, pressing, pulling her pelvis toward his. He didn’t care if others were watching, spying on them or not. The moment was all that mattered.

After she began nuzzling his neck he moved it slightly, giving her lips more room until he found her lips flush with his. Gripping her ass tighter, pulling her closer, smashing her body against his she had become a devil of temptation; he no longer cared if he found the people in the club. All that mattered was the movement of their tongues as he tasted her mouth, her lips. Pulling back, breaking the kiss he moved his tongue to lick his bottom lip but they were still so close that it caught her upper lip. The crave wore on.

When she told him, “Let’s blaze,” he casually released his grip on her ass to let her lead him away. Stephen had become a follower of the white rabbit, tracking its every step no matter where it was going to lead him. But at last he spoke, concurring in a heavy tone, “Let’s go.”

Stephen allowed her to take his hand as she guided him toward a different exit. Passing by others who were doing the same, taking meds, downing drinks and dancing and he silently wondered what would befall them. The individuals. They were all damned anyway. Not everyone could escape. They’d die fighting. At least the other way was more humane. There'd be less fear while they’d be put down and Stephen would use his time to spend the night 'correcting' a girl from the club.

When they left the club he took in a deep breath, inhaling the clean air. He hadn’t realized it when he’d gone inside but it was stale in there and probably for good reason. The heat from the bodies, smoke and whatever else went on behind open and closed doors. As the door shut behind them his ears started ringing from the remembrance of loud music as silence loomed through the streets. So this was that thing musicians heard all the time.

The few people they passed as she led him to her place he took a glance at but didn’t pursue. None of them looked like anyone he was supposed to know. Not that he could tell in the darkness or through the shroud everyone carried around them. No one wanted to be found. His employers should've given him more information... and a girl before he left.

After arriving at the base of her building he watched and waited. Stephen was going to be good with an ID if they scanned him. His employers tried to make as many assurances of his success as possible. The side mission was saving the city... and when he saw her turn to him, holding the door open for him he couldn’t help but tell himself that the side mission was no longer doable... however, she was.

Returning her smile he stepped inside, stopping momentarily in the door to confront her. His hands went to her hips as he leaned down, placing a deep kiss on her lips. With his tongue he probed her mouth briefly before ending their close encounter. “Let’s see this place of yours.”

The sound of her heart beat heavily in her ears and the warmth that the Fyre Lung had started in her veins was accentuated and grew with her desire. Walking through the doorway was like turning on the light-switch of her body, sending pulses of need aching through her limbs and pelvis. Her skin crackled and sparked, nerves pulled tight and gaping wide for touch as he drew close and her lips watered as he bent down and kissed her. It was always like this for her, the excitement of a stranger within grasp of her pulsating loins. Already she felt herself getting wet.

As he entered the main room, she touched a keypad on the side of the door and it closed with a quick exhale of mechanical breath and a beep of locking mechanisms being put into place. Turning, she walked ahead of him in the thin and long space, about 10x30. The main room that the doorway opened right into was the living room. A small two cushioned couch, obviously worn and second hand sat against the wall, with a large knitted blanket draped upon it like the abandoned skin of a yarn woven animal. It was a cramped room, with dull, smooth, plastic walls, and a little further down was the kitchen area, the sink, stove and tiny fridge all built into the wall. And beyond that in the back, a door was closed and led into the bedroom that was about half the size of the main room with a bathroom leading off of it.

The walls were thick and inside this small space one could imagine that they were the only things that existed; that once you stepped through that door, you were wholly alone in the world. It encouraged a sense of paranoia and claustrophobia, especially with the institutional colors and materials of everything. At first, the apartment seemed empty, but there were things here and there that marked it as lived in and spoke of Margot's personality. An old picture of an older woman in her early fifties sat upon a small beaten table by the couch, and some well-worn slippers sat at the edge of the couch as if ready and waiting to eat someone's feet snugly.

As he stood surveying the room, Margot walked beyond him and took off her jacket, lazily tossing it aside to land upon the only existing furniture that practically dominated the space.

"It's not much," she said with a shrug and a smile. "But it'll do for our purposes." And she stepped forward, and began to kiss him lustfully, her hands moving upon him, dipping below his jacket and snaking under his shirt, fingertips burning to feel his skin. Having satisfied her need for the moment, she started to walk towards the back room of the house, glancing back with dark, bright eyes, her hips in her tight, second-hand jeans, swaying with sensual promises. When she reached the door, she touched a keypad and as it slid open, she looked back and bit her lip over a flirtatious grin.

Inside the bedroom there was a full sized bed and the walls were painted a darker color than the rest of the apartment. A flick of a light switch on the inside of the door made a small dim lamp on a side table by the bed come on, leaving much of the room in darkness, but giving enough light to see by. The sheets were of a soft, smooth material, probably the most expensive thing in the apartment, including the apartment itself. A few clothes dotted the floor, abandoned in a haze of fatigue and speaking of a history of days where apathy and lust reigned and the need to shed the restrictions of daylight overpowered her. Off on one side of the room was a closet, flush into the wall and despite being the same sliding doors as the rest of the building possessed, it hung ajar, filled with hangers of different colored clothes, all darkened by shadow. On the other side was another sliding door that was shut, that led to a tiny bathroom about three squares large: one spot for a person to stand in the shower, one spot for a person to stand at the sink and one spot for the toilet.

Entering the room, Margot laid back upon the bed seductively and watched Stephen as he entered. "I'm such a naughty girl..." she said heatedly. "I need to be punished and censored...Mr Moderator..." There was a playful glint in her eye as she spread her legs and then put them together teasingly, her jeans creasing at the joint of her pelvis and thighs suggestively.

When the sound of the door came to a close behind him he was startled, turning quickly to see what it was. It was something he was going to have to get used to in this new world just like the creaks and groans of an old house... or the shrieks and moans from a willing woman. Returning his attention to the stranger, he looked at her, then around the room. It looked like a rat’s nest but he wouldn’t have been surprised if it were one of the better places in the city, outside of those who held the power.

The stranger recaptured his attention again when she tossed her coat on the couch, reminding him of the reasons why he was sent back... and also why he was in this girl’s home. Smiling slightly at her comment he watched her coming toward him, kissing him strongly on the lips. Stephen returned, tasting her tongue again as he felt her hands crawling under his skin as his own reached toward the button on her jeans. But she had pulled away too quickly for him to do anything before she turned. And he stood there, watching her walk away, watching those hips move, swaying.

There wasn’t much going through his head when she turned back to give him that grin of hers. Shrugging off his own jacket he walked her path until he reached the door, standing in it for a moment once she disappeared inside the room. Then he entered. In trying to spot her in the new place he saw shadows of clothes and the mess on the floor before looking toward the bed. There she was. She worked fast.

It briefly went through his mind how often she did this sort of thing. Sure it was their version of freedom but even in history not everyone exercised their rights. Maybe she was one of the last few who did. It was going to be a hell of a night, that was assured. Especially since he knew it’d probably be one of the very last moments of freedom she’d have. It made the whole thing all the more exciting.

As she spoke her words he crossed his arms dutifully across his chest. So, a Moderator he was going to be tonight. And she admitted she was a naughty girl. There was only one thing to do. She had to be strip searched for weapons or stolen items. Approaching the foot of the bed he stared into her eyes, only noting the movements of her legs with his peripheral vision, “You’re admitting to a crime? Remove all your clothing and set it on the right side of the bed. And make no sudden movements or I’ll have to use force.”

Stephen’s eyes remained locked on hers as he continued, “You’ll be searched throughout the night and you’ll receive no rest. You see, I like to be thorough in my work and tonight, that’s what you are. I’m going to spend every waking second until sunrise until you squeal your crimes against the people to me.”

With that Stephen stripped off his shirt, throwing it to the floor among the other discarded pieces of clothing. Standing before her, bare-chested and chiseled, he was determined to take on the part she put on him. If she resisted she was going to be forced. Margot had chosen him and now she wasn’t going to get a wink of sleep. Stephen was going to keep her up all night; it was his objective before but now it was his want.

“Now,” he spoke, “comply. Or you will be forced to comply.”

A change came over this man, as he approached her where she lay back on the bed. Suddenly, the fact that he was a complete stranger became emphasized in her mind as he took on an authoritative tone and looked down at her with a stern gaze. And all it did was to make Margot's blood rush even hotter. Setting her expression to one of defiance, she stood up from the bed. Standing in the middle of the floor as she unbuttoned her shirt, she gazed at him from under heavy lashes.

"We definitely have a long night ahead of us," she said as her shirt slipped from creamy shoulders, revealing a dark tank top underneath. She didn't seem too displeased with that fact but kept up a show of being sensually defiant. "It will take that long to break me, Sir. You give me your harshest, and your efforts will be rewarded..."

Her bare skin tingled as it met the open air, about room temperature, it already felt like a sauna. Tossing the over shirt onto the floor with an unruly flick of her wrist, her fingers hooked under the hem of her tank top and pulled it over her head, revealing a nice flat tummy. Her belly and the tops of her breasts glistening with a soft sheen of sweat that was starting to bead, making her breasts in her lacy black bra look like they were fluid as the petite, round orbs of flesh bulged in the tiny garment.

Her jeans hung on smoothly curving hips and as she tossed the tank top onto the other shirt, her fingers went down to the button of her pants. Her eyes watched him with a rebellious cast as her fingers unlatched the button and dipped down to tug the zipper, the little metal teeth emitting a low grumbling as they separated. With the opening making a "V" her black, thin, lacy panties peeked out from her jeans, and slowly came fully into view as she pulled her pants down. Fingers sliding over her thighs, helping the fabric make it's descent, she bent over and her breasts threatened to burst from their restraints, but by the will of God(or the Devil, the traitorous bastard) they stayed in place and merely jiggled with her movements. Once the pants were down past her knees, she impudently kicked them off, one foot at a time, depositing them into the pile she'd made.

Standing in nothing but her underwear, she brought her hands up to the middle of the bra, right at the line of cleavage and pulled the two latching pieces apart with a flick of her wrist, her C cups falling pertly from the fabric prison. Pink nipples stood erect in the middle of dewdrop saucers and belying her faux rebellious glare to the arousal she felt. Slipping the thin garment from her arms, she swung it and slapped it down upon the pile. Then her fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, slowly letting them follow the path her pants had taken. As they were lowered, a small, well-groomed strip of hair cresting her sex became visible, folds maroon pink and with a slight fleshy wave peeking neatly from between tight and slightly pink and tan lips. As her panties made their descent, when she bent over this time, her breasts swayed freely, the hardness of her nipples pronounced from this angle. And as with the pants, once below her knees, she tossed the thin black material away with a sharp flick of her foot.

Standing before him, nude, and rebelliously unafraid, she put her arms up, hands behind her head, fingers interlocking over her brunette ponytail and spread her legs slightly in a ready stance. Staring him straight in the eye with a challenge, she waited for his next move, her heart hammering in her chest in aroused excitement. If he dared to look closer, he'd see the moisture glistening on her inner thighs and upon her pussy lips.

He stood tall and strong as she spoke her initial defiance. About how it’d take all night to break her... and her, requesting his harshest. If she only knew how harsh he could be. Stephen could be downright cruel when he was tempted, moreso after he’d gotten a taste of the girl. For some reason, maybe it was the defiant, rebellious attitude, he was beginning to like her. At home she’d be a great fuck buddy with her casual social attitude. And he didn’t even know her name. That made it even more interesting.

At first his eyes turned to her fingers as they began unbuttoning her shirt. With every passing second she captivated him as she pressed the buttons open one at a time. Stepping aside and a little away from the bed after she stepped onto the floor, he was prepared to make a move on her should she decide to run, or play hard to get. But he knew what she really wanted. She sought him out. She kissed him. And she brought him home after an exchange of less than a few words.

Keeping an eye on her every little move he was prepared to act but she surprised him by being obedient. First the shirt, then the pants; he could already feel the temperature rising and his excitement growing. Was she teasing him or playing the part? He wasn’t sure. Maybe this was just how she was. Either way, he was going to stay in character as he stood still before her, waiting for her to strip her clothes away. Stephen’s eyes remained on her body, each piece of flesh revealing another. Then, as she finished and stood up straight with her legs spread and her hands on her head he moved forward.

While she stood there he unhooked his belt, letting it fall to the floor as he made his way toward her. Stopping in front of her he reached his hand down, tracing two fingers along her pussy. They gathered some of the moisture she was giving off and he held his fingers under her nose, saying, “Where’s your contraband? I know a girl like you has something around here.” Then he started walking around her but not before he wiped his damp fingers off across her right breast, just outside of her pink nipple.

Behind her he unbuttoned his pants, letting the zipper fall slowly. In the still of the night he was sure she could hear each line giving way. When it reached the end he let his pants fall to the floor, shoving them behind him as he stood there in his boxers. Pressing his body against hers, his cock hard against his boxers finding a spot between the cheeks of her ass as he leaned in, he said“If you try anything, its going to hurt. All you have to do is follow orders.” His tone was dry and uncaring, as though this were something he did all the time. But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t be true to his word.

With both hands he reached around. There was no waiting in what he was going to do. With his left hand he reached around, finding her nipple. He pinched it hard but didn’t let go. Stephen held onto his grip as his right hand slid between her legs, running two fingers along her pussy for a few moments before he slid them inside her. “Where’s the contraband?” he repeated in the same tone as he moved his cock against her ass. Then he moved his lips against her neck, his teeth gently biting her skin, his lips sucking against her flesh.

Margot's breathing stayed at a level pace, even though it threatened to run away from her as he came closer, his belt dropping to the floor with a light thump. His fingers were warm and his skin had a manly roughness to it as he touched the most sensitive part of her body, making her breath catch in her throat before he drew his hand away. As they were brought up to her face, she was made to smell her own feminine scent, causing a slight shiver to run through her. But she kept her face stoney as he asked his question, her eyes daring to trail down his firm, muscled chest before coming back up to meet him stare for stare.

“Where’s your contraband? I know a girl like you has something around here.”

"What contraband?" she asked, keeping her voice expressionless as a small amused smile twitched at the edge of her lips. He played this part very well and she felt a small tingling pulse in her pussy as he wiped his hand across her breast, catching the sensitive edges of her nipple. Her body ached for more as he walked around behind her, and all of her senses were heightened by her arousal. She dared not to look behind herself, but let the sounds of his undress wash over her, struggling to keep her breathing level and trying not to squirm in place with every inch of the zipper being drawn down. His trousers fell to the floor with a finality that made her want to turn to see but she stayed still as he came closer, his hot body pressing against her backside, his hardened cock finding it's place nestling between her butt cheeks.

It was all she could do to keep herself standing then, her breath quickening as she fought to listen and keep herself from giving in too early. His warning made her pulse speed up, even as it was paired with that dry, humorless tone that promised a sense of apathy and sensual cruelty. It made her want to spread herself open for him and give him all that he desired.

His hands, like the heads of snakes drifting around her, his thick muscled arms enveloping her lithe form and pulling her back into him as her nipple was captured and her pussy invaded. Her stoney wall was broken then as she let out a gasp at the nipple pinch and a sharp intake of breath accentuated his fingers' entrance between her swollen folds, hands moving on her as if he owned her flesh. His question was repeated then, as his cock moved against her, the hard flesh pulsing with need against her skin and making her ache to have it buried deep inside her body. But the hold on her nipple made her want him more, wanting him harsher, the nerves screaming in slight pain and delight making her body feel electric and alive.

"You have eyes," she said glibly, with just a hint of panting in her voice that grew as his lips latched onto her neck and teeth lightly clamped onto her skin. Moving her head to the side, she allowed him greater access as she closed her eyes in ecstasy and continued to speak, her voice wanton and punctuated by pants while still keeping an obstinate tone. "If you really believe it's here...uhn..." she paused to bite her lip, her hips moving back against him as she felt a dribble of wetness from his cock against her skin. "...then you look for it... You're a big boy..." The last was both a compliment on his size and a part of the act she was putting on. Despite her best efforts, her body trembled around his fingers and she ached to have his larger appendage stretch her; but she also desired for that rough touch that his voice promised, and she jerked her head away from his lips, putting up a little fight, hoping that he would correct her.

"What contraband?"

What contraband? Was she challenging him? Stephen couldn’t have that. Not in this time nor in his. He was going to pace himself though. She was going to pay for that one but not right away. There was plenty more to come.

“You can either show me what you have now, or this interrogation is going to become painful,” he continued his warnings.

Stephen’s ears caught her gasp when he slipped his fingers inside her. It made him want her even more knowing the kind of girl she was. She wanted to role-play and it wasn’t the typical “two strangers meet at a bar,” rather the sexual combativeness between a law breaker and a law giver. There were no rules. As his fingers slowly slipped in and out of her body, still his skin close and pressing against her, he did all he could to hold back himself from throwing her on the bed and thrashing her. There was going to be more to this than touching and he was going to make good on his word that she wasn’t going to receive a spot of sleep. For her needs she'd chosen the right one.

As he continued to toy with her he released his hold on her nipple, working his boxers to fall to the floor with the rest of their clothes while his other hand continued to invade her pussy. Slipping his boxers off he listened to her last words. So that was the way she wanted it. Well, he wasn’t going to disappoint. Talking back to a Moderator, not giving them what they wanted; it usually didn’t result in good things. To begin with, he removed his hand from her sex. Once his hands and arms had covered her and now only parts of her backside could feel him. She had been held and played with and now, left alone like an old rag doll nobody wanted.

Then he was quick with his movements. An arm went around her waist as he spun their bodies toward the opposite wall. Still standing behind her he cupped his hand over her face - he was sure she could smell her own scent again - and he turned her head a few degrees to the side. With his arm still strong around her waist he marched her speedily toward the wall until his hand touched against it. Removing his hand from her head he lowered it toward her erect nipple, giving it another vice-like pinch.

“Now do as I say,” he spoke through gritted teeth as he removed his hand from her waist, keeping it strong at the small of her back. This way he’d be able to tell if she were about to turn around or try anything. “Put your hands high above your head against the wall. Spread your legs apart,” but before she even got the chance he kicked one of his feet against hers, hopefully catching her off guard so she’d comply whether she wanted to or not. “And stick out your ass because tonight its mine.” With that he pinched her nipple harder before the same hand crossed her breast, giving the other a harsh squeeze.

“Tell me,” he was repeating. “For the last time. Where is the contraband? If you refuse to tell me I’ll take your worth out on you then I’ll strap you to the bed and look for it myself. And when I find it? You might find it shoved right up inside you. Tell me, girl. How much can you take?”

She tried not to moan when he removed his hand from her pussy, her inner thighs trembling slightly and a whimper escaping her throat, everything inside her wanting it back. And suddenly she felt even colder as he removed his hands and arms completely from her. There was a moment where she wanted to break character and inquire if everything was still alright and to beg him to continue, a small shiver running through her as she ached for more of his touch; gentle or harsh it didn't matter. But then everything moved quickly as his arm wrapped around her waist and his other hand cradled her face, twirling their bodies around and marching her swiftly at the nearest wall. The scent of her arousal filled her nostrils and her heart hammered in her chest fearfully as she was made to face the wall closely.

Oh, he was good. Despite it being pretend, a sense of fear rippled through her and she swallowed thickly, heavy pants drifting from her lips, even as the fire that boiled in her groin grew in temperature, his words making the inner flames lick her skin hungrily. Another sharp gasp wrenched from her mouth as her nipple was pinched once more and his words filled her with their threatening anger and promises of punishment.

She made no move to obey his commands, even though the fear that shook through her made her mind scream for her to listen. She let the excitement wash over her mind and body, adrenaline pumping in her veins like liquid fire as she licked her lips and kept her hands down in front of herself. His kick to her inner shin got her legs to spread and made her fall forward, her hands going out at waist level to catch herself on the wall. Despite the shock, she still made no move to obey him and even pushed herself away from the wall, her back arching into his hand at the small of her back and her hips moving forward, making her body push out stubbornly, the opposite of what he wanted.

Then his fingers were twisting her nipple and made her arms and knees shiver as a small moan left her. Hearing the rest of his threats, an image of the small bag of things(cigarettes mostly, but a few capsules of drugs) she had stashed away, flashed in her mind and her pussy dripped and throbbed at the images he proposed.

"Quite a lot planned..." she said, trying to keep the tremble from her voice but it squeaked through anyway. "Why ruin the program...? You seem so eager to assert your manhood and authority over me...I'll not spoil it by telling you anything...Because the real question is..." she peeked over her shoulder at him, dark lashes blinking lazily. "...whether you'll truly be enough for me..." She had no doubt that he was, as so far he'd shown himself at least willing to play the part and doing it believably, but she thought it best to continue to provoke him by questioning his ability. She would get all the excitement she could out of this.

As he held her there, feeling her rejecting him, he thought he’d take it further by stealing the knife from his dropped jeans. Then he thought better of it as he held her there against the wall; there'd be more opportunities later. She just wasn’t listening. Margot, it was turning out, was the kind of girl who had to be forced into doing things. Maybe she didn’t need a gun to her head but she definitely needed to be corrected with the stern hand of a strong man.

From behind her he declared again, “Put your palms against the wall and over your head. And stick out your ass.” But Stephen wasn’t going to allow her to obey right away. First he had to correct her for disobeying him. The hand against the small of her back pressed her hard against the wall to hold her in position as his other hand swung backwards. Then with all the momentum and strength he could bring he slapped her ass cheek hard enough to leave a large red welt. Without waiting, he did it again. The same resounding crack sliced through the room as he felt the tingling from the smack in his hand. He could only imagine how it felt on the receiving end. Perhaps she’d be more pliable in the future.

Lightening the pressure against the small of her back so she could conform to his previous demands he settled to see her reaction. He was going to get what he wanted no matter what kind of resistance she put up. There was just too much strength, too much determination on his end. Stephen had given up something, a big something for this girl and she was going to feel it.

“Yes, there is a lot planned,” he spoke to her in his calm, knowing tone. Then when she dared question if he was enough man for her, that made him press his body against her, reiterating his plan. “All contraband is going to be shoved right in here if you don't tell me,” he spoke as his free hand dipped back around her body and into her pussy. Moving his fingers back and forth inside her hard and fast he spoke, still in her ear, “If you don't tell me, you better hope you don’t have anything.”

Now with his front to her bare back he was able to free his other hand but he didn’t do anything with it but put it on her hip. He gripped her but not hard, just enough to touch her skin while his other hand continued pumping her pussy. Reluctant to stop he maintained his speed and ferocity until he willed himself to stop suddenly, pulling out of her completely. Then he placed his hand just under her nose before sliding his fingers softly over her lips, down her chin, throat, stopping just above her breasts.

“There are two ways we can go from here,” Stephen began as both hands now rested on her hips, hardly doing anything to excite her anymore. “You can either follow my orders willfully from here on out, or I’m going to start getting rough.” Then he removed one of his hands from her hips, grabbing a tuft of her hair. Yanking it backward with enough force to expose her neck, he slid his tongue from just off her shoulder to her jawbone. He could taste her sweat as he released her hair, placing his hand on her hip again. “Now do as I say.”

She knew he'd be angry and she suspected he'd punish her; it was what she'd been pushing him to do, what she'd been craving this night ever since his playful response in the club. To say the hand smacking her ass was unexpected would be silly. But it surprised her by it's suddenness and the harshness of it. The manly roughness she'd felt before on his fingers came into full force and abrupt contact with the sensitive skin on her backside, the sensation stinging and rippling through her, like alarm bells screaming in the flesh.

"Oh!" she exclaimed in a breathy voice at the first hit, biting her lip then to stop any more noise coming from her. Her body pressed against the wall jerked again when the second smack came, a harsh gasp filled just below another verbal exclamation, exploded from her lips. It wasn't just the force of the hit on her buttocks, nor the pain after he'd stopped that seemed to still tingle and burn redly on the flesh, but also the noise of flesh hitting flesh in a flat and sudden way filling her ears as they came and the memory of the sound expanding in the silence that followed.

Biting her lip and a heated blush rising to pinken her cheeks, she felt tempted to move her hands up on the wall and push her ass out for him. But then she stopped and waited; no not yet, just a bit more...

Then he was pressing into her, uttering the same threats in her ear as his hand swooped around her body and delved inside her pussy. "Oooooohhhhh...." she quivered as his fingers started moving in and out of her rapidly and a long moan drew forth from her plush lips, abused from her biting them and trying to keep such noises in. Again, she thought of the small bag she had stashed in a panel inside the wall in the back of her closet and prayed he wouldn't find it. Would he really look? For several minutes she debated with herself whether it would be smart to comply or was it worht it to test the integrity of his threats. And already dripping wet from his spankings and the movements of his fingers sliding in and out between her silken folds, it made her more afraid and more wet to think of him abusing her and punishing her in such a way.

Rational thought was broken as his fingers continued to move in and out of her body, filling her and making her gasp and pant in time with his rapid strokes, his fingers sliding in deeper and making her skin bead with sweat and her body squirm and quiver with pleasure and need. She tried to keep silent to stay strong but little moans and gasps escaped her and she felt herself throbbing around his appendages. Then suddenly it was gone and he stopped, pulling his fingers from her and despite her best efforts she let out a tiny whimper at their absence. They were there then, his fingers against her upper lip just under her nose filling her with the scent of her feminine juices and making her shiver as he slid them down her lips and chin and neck.

His voice came through the fog, with her trembling in excitement and need, bracing herself against the wall. Hearing his ultimatum she seriously considered it. She wanted more of him, more of his pleasure and delight, to be stretched and pushed into ecstasy by him. But she also wanted more of his anger, more of his bite and his hard flesh taking her forcefully, splitting her open and pushed to her limits. She wanted to know how far he could go...and how far she could go as well. Each stranger presented new trials for the self, new discoveries about what she was capable of, and sometimes, it was different with the right hand to guide and touch her.

The hand pulling her hair making the nerves on her scalp scream in discomfort was what decided her, even as his tongue on her neck made her eyes flutter in desire and her knees grow weak. As he released her, he gave her one more command and held her, waiting. Gathering herself and her strength, she spit impudently off to the side, her face set in a rebellious cast and she turned to him, panting and still slightly trembling with need, her eyes glazed with lust and a wild firelight and she uttered, "Make me."

He heard her whimpers and sounds coming from her throat, her mouth. That wasn’t what pushed him. What he wanted was to find any contraband she had. It was his goal to find it sometime during the night and do with it just as he said he would. There were no more second chances on that front.

As she turned her head and he heard her say, ‘Make me,’ his frustration with her grew. Without his knowledge his hands bit into her hips, his nails digging in. Stephen hadn’t even realized he was doing it until he released his hold on her and felt the warmness of her skin give way to the hot air of the room. He left her, abandoned her as he stepped toward his lost clothes. One minute passed before he returned. The next sound to fill the air was the loud snap of leather kissing the skin of her ass. It was on the same side where his hand slapped her and if he had looked, his hand would still have been red from the contact.

With the buckle end in his palm, he held the belt firmly in his hand as he whipped it at her again. Two more times the cracking of leather against skin sounded, breaking the silence of the room. Dropping the belt where he stood he walked toward her, his right hand pressing firmly against her right, reddened cheek. It had been so abused, the right side, and the left, barely touched at all. He felt the heat, the warmness from her skin; he could only imagine how it felt on her end.

Smiling to himself he felt the mold of the role of Moderator fitting. It wasn’t just pussy he filled, he also filled the roles in sex games. It just so happened this was one of his favorite, and easiest to role to slip into. Perhaps because it was so much like himself. And if she wanted to be pushed harder, farther he wasn’t about to stop himself. Before moving on he gave her two more hard slaps on her right side.

He looked over his shoulder, trying to find a dresser or anything but all he could see in the dimly lit room was the slightly open closet. Could she have something stashed in there? Maybe it was in the couch, the ceiling or even somewhere as common as the refrigerator. Before long his attention returned to her.

The beginnings of a sweat that began to appear on his skin came into contact with her as he pressed his body flush against hers. He couldn’t hide how hard he was when they were this close. And his hands dipped under her arms, both running along the sides of her breasts. When he found the nipple of each he pinched, pulled and twisted them, slowly and methodical. The tortures wouldn’t come so fast now. Glancing back over his shoulder for a moment he looked at his clothes in a heap on the floor. His knife was still in there somewhere. But there was still so much of the night left. Returning his eyes toward the wall, listening to her every breath and sound he gave her a final pinch.

Then his left hand withdrew as his right arm moved around her waist. His body took a step back as he braced himself for what he was about to do. Standing still and bending just slightly at the knees he ripped her away from the wall, forcing her to collide and fall onto the nearby bed. Stephen’s heart was pounding harder now as he set his eyes on her.

“Get on your hands and knees,” he spoke as he bent down to pick up the belt again. He neared the bed but this time the buckle wasn’t in his hand. It was on the other end. Even if she did as he said he’d still slap her with it. There were no rules here, that was quite evident and he was willing to exploit that fact.

Nearby he kicked the wall, hard enough to find if it were solid or hollow. Then he looked above where the dim light shined, looking for any cracks in the ceiling. This wasn’t a huge place and he was confident he’d find what he was looking for. He was through asking.

It was an instant reaction in him after she uttered those rebellious words. A tiny, sharp gasp left her lips as his fingers holding her waist dug into her flesh. She squirmed uncomfortably, her mouth hanging open just a little, her face contorting in pain, until suddenly his hold was released and he was gone. After a few moments passed, she got impatient and made a furtive glance over her shoulder, wondering what he was doing, her body still feeling heated and achingly empty.

"What are you--?" she asked finally just as he was returning. Her voice cut off abruptly as the blow of the leather belt landed on the still sensitive ass cheek. "Oh!!" Her voice came out as if ripped from her throat, a quick and high pitched exclamation of pain and surprise. She bit her lip after the first hit and when others came, her teeth dug into her plush bottom lip to keep the sounds of pain from bubbling forth from her. She stood with her hands against the wall, her body tense and jerking with each blow as she was punished. Despite the pain, she felt her juices trickling down her inner thighs liberally, her body growing excited as this man of "authority" brought her to task for her disobedience.

As the belt was dropped, she let go of her lip, letting out a silent gasp for air, and as he laid his hand upon her sore and burning backside she quivered, the contact being both soothing and painful against her abused skin. He was silent for a few moments and then slapped her right butt cheek twice more before stepping away, making the slightly soothed stinging flare up again with the smack of flesh on flesh.

For several moments after that, she stood poised while he looked around the room behind them, before he was there, a dominating presence pressing into her back. His chest with a thin glistening sheen of sweat on it came into contact with her just as moist skin, heated flesh rubbing into heated flesh. The warmth pooling in Margot's groin grew more hot, her swollen pussy lips dripping as she felt his hard, hot length pressed against her aching buttocks. His hands were around her then, making her pant and whimper in lustful hunger as her nipples were grasped and pinched.

"Oooohhh, Gods!" she said in a breathy moan as her nipples were tortured, the nerves sending pulses of delight down to her pussy, making her inner thighs quake with need. There wasn't time for her to miss the feel of his fingers when he withdrew because beats passed and his arm was coiling around her waist and she was wrenched from the wall. Like a psychotic dancer, her feet barely touching the ground, she spun across the small span of the room and landing hard onto the bed, her voice crying out a startled yelp as the sheets rose up to meet her body in a gravity inspired kiss.

The effects of the drugs and shot of alcohol that she'd consumed earlier were completely gone now, her mind awake and alert as she rose up a little from her prone position on the bed. Hearing his command, she was about to disobey when she glanced at him and saw him approaching with the belt...and the buckle hanging on the end of it shining dully in the dim light. She swallowed hard and stealed herself and got onto her hands and knees...and slowly raised her upper body so she was kneeling on the bed with her back to him.

Margot's body jerked, startled as he kicked the wall and she sat there in that same position, licking her lips nervously, wondering what the end of the belt would feel like against her skin. A shiver ran through her as she felt her pussy throb and the already painful aching in her backside. How much more could she take? And would he find her stash and do as he promised? Gods, she hoped so...

Stephen had decided long ago, when she started stripping, that his prerogative to find whatever illegal contraband this girl had in her home. There was no doubt about it, she had to have something. No matter, he decided in the end, he’d get her to tell him what she had. It was a definite thing, a thing that had consumed him so much that he was willing to throw her around the room through the morning and afternoon as the government began its unknown crackdown. She couldn’t possibly last that long, he told himself as he felt the belt’s leather run through his fingers.

Watching her get on her hands and knees he knew this was true. She was going to tell him sooner or later whether she wanted to or not because he had the tools she wanted, and the ability to keep her there. It was a moment of pleasure seeing her get on her hands and knees; those muffled moans meant nothing compared to her compliance. But it was too late for her punishment was yet to come. With one hand he whipped the belt against the right side of her ass again, abusing her. The two pieces of metal clanked together when they hit her skin, lacking the pronounced whipping she’d sustained earlier. It had to have hurt... and so he did it one more time before dropping the strap of leather.

As he approached the bed he couldn’t help but to detect the scented smell of their sweat, want and open desires in the air. Stephen approached the bed, climbing onto it with his knees. Approaching her from her backside he pulled her legs a little farther apart before placing his knees between them. Again he came up to her just as he had against the wall, his hips flush with hers as his cock slid underneath her body, between her legs and against her pussy. Even now he could feel how wet she was, how much she wanted this. She seemed to want it almost as much as he wanted to find the illegal substances she was hiding. And as if to entice her further he began to move his hips against her, simulating sex while his length rubbed against her, coating himself in her juices.

“Where is it?” he teased in the dim lighting. Reaching out he grabbed a tuft of her hair, pulling her head back as he asked, his hips still in their simulation, “Where is the contraband?” He gave her hair one more tug before letting it go. Then he reached out with his right hand, digging his nails along it from her neck to her waist, leaving behind streaks of red. “You’re not getting anything until you tell me,” he warned her.

Without notice, he pulled his body away from hers. Getting off the bed he slapped her left, untouched cheek as he planted his feet on the floor. Stephen could still feel the remnants of her warmth against him as he walked away, bending down, sifting through her clothes. Finally he found them. Picking up her panties he returned to the bed and without a word ran them along her thighs and pussy, picking up whatever it could absorb. Then he gave her panties a few passes over his cock, drying it from his contact with her. For the moment he held onto them as his right hand disappeared between her legs, fingers again disappearing into her pussy. But now there was no hesitation. At a frenzied pace his fingers moved in and out of her. 10... 15... 20 seconds passed before he relented, leaving her alone and barren once more.

Wiping his fingers off on the panties he walked around the bed so he could look her in the face. With a stern eye and castigating tone, he spoke, “You tell me where the contraband is now, or you’re not getting what you want. You will be teased, toyed, played with and punished all night but you will not receive satisfaction. But I will. I’m not going to miss out just because you want to be stubborn. So tell me now. This is your last chance.”

Bending down a little he placed his lips against hers, planting a firm, strong kiss against her lips. His tongue pried at her just long enough so she might think he’d linger. Again, he pulled away, as true to his word as he ever was.

As the belt buckle came clashing against the skin of her right butt cheek, she let out a short and sharp scream, her body jolting and quivering even after the hit had landed and was gone. Like an electric current shot through her, the cold and hard metal so foreign to her smooth, plush skin, reddened and sweating where it came into contact with the harsh end of the belt causing the circuits in her body to be completed, the pain flowing through her like lightning in a wire. It came again and once more she let out an involuntary yelp, the sound pure and crystal, expressing her alarm and the pain he was causing her body. She trembled and her eyes teared as she heard him drop the belt. She was so bad...she couldn't give up, not yet. But what he did next made her want to forfeit the game entirely.

Margot felt him near the bed and felt the bed shift beneath her as he knelt upon it behind her, spreading her legs to make room for himself nestled between them. Her pussy pulsed as his dick came into contact, sliding against it. "Oooooh, Gods, please...." she whispered while panting, his hips swaying, moving it against her, her lips spreading over him like a flower being tickled. Suddenly it seemed like her breath couldn't fill her lungs enough, she just wanted it inside her so bad, her body screaming and aching for it. Sooo, close... He was so close, just a few inches back and he would be inside filling her and stretching her.

“Where is it?" His fingers burrowed into her shoulder length, wavy locks, pulling her head back as he asked that all-consuming question again. Even as her hair was pulled, he continued to rub against her and with the position she was in, neck arched and head back, the moans she let out, escaped her unhindered. There was a slight begging in her voice as she whimpered and groaned for his cock, even as he verbally denied her until she were to give in to his demands. Her body was going so crazy right now, the only thing that kept her from screaming the location of her stash was her own pride and desire to explore. Could she take more? She wanted everything he could give, so when the time came, she would burst for him under his probing touch.

Again he left her, a groan leaving her as his body heat faded from her backside. The slap on her left, untouched butt cheek felt like a tap on the wrist compared to the other side, but still the slight stinging he left behind made her blood rush warmly. Using her lacy black panties, he cleaned up the profuse mess she was making of herself, further teasing her with contact, her inner thighs trembling as his pantie covered hand passed over them. Then his other hand was inside her thrusting in her body at a rapid pace and she let out several moans of pleasure, her mouth not obeying her command to keep silent. "Ooh...ohh, yes yes! Uhn...oh, Gods...please...yes...fuck!" She whimpered exasperatedly as he drew away once again, her pussy throbbing for more of the pleasure he could provide.

As he walked around the bed to in front of her and spoke, she could not help but gaze at his upright cock with a hungered eye. Her breathing came labored and she tried to smooth it out as he spoke, her eyes flittering up to meet his gaze but continuously straying back down to his hard and thick cock. His kiss was sweet relief and her lips were supple and pliable as his tongue probed, her mouth moving to open for him even as he drew back once more, making her whimper, her body swaying with eager frustration.

She had the opportunity to make another choice, the opportunity o make him stay and give her more of that sweet prodding tongue and that hard pulsing dick. Peering up at him from under heavy lashes, she swallowed thickly, her arms holding her up trembling a bit as she continued to sit on hands and knees. "What contraband?" she asked innocently, her voice coming out ragged and low. This was a hard game and she was going to lose. It was only a matter of time. But sometimes when you lose...you win.

Margot’s pleas were falling on deaf ears when she moaned for more. There was going to be no charity tonight. Stephen was going to make her give exactly what she got, make her earn what she received. And apparently she hadn’t received enough. Deciding to continue with the game, his free hand reached to her lip, lowering her jaw just enough so he could shove a good part of her laced panties into her mouth.

“You still want to be defiant?” he questioned her, not wanting an answer. “Suck on those until I tell you to stop.” Then, almost as an afterthought, he added, “You’re not getting anything to drink tonight so you better take whatever you can out of those.” Inside his head he imagined the sweat and her juices mixing with her saliva and sliding down her throat as he disappeared from her vision, going behind her again. It was becoming a common place for him to be.

Briefly he thought about picking up the belt again but he let it remain on the floor as he approached her, kneeling between her legs on the bed again. Lowering his face between her legs he let his breath hit her bare skin, letting her know just how close he was. Two, three, four breaths hit the back of her thighs before moving his face forward until his lips came into contact with her pussy. Placing either hand on either side of her ass he kissed her thigh gently before sliding his tongue against her pussy. He ran over her three times before stopping to secure his lips there, letting his tongue snake inside her. For the first time he could really taste and smell her, being so close. But it was a short meeting when he decided at last to pull away. It was all a part of the torture whether it involved pain or pleasure.

Standing upright on his knees, his hands still placed on her ass, he placed his hips against hers, as he had before. His strong cock again between her legs, brushing against her pussy as he moved his hips gently back and forth. Ten times he passed his cock against her before he pulled himself away but he hadn’t left. Instead, he decided he wanted her. Wanted to know what she felt like. When she next felt him, his dick touched her pussy. With a gentle thrust he had entered her. A violent shove followed as he buried his length inside her. Holding himself there he felt her as if for the very first time. Slowly he pulled back before ramming himself forward, hard and deep. He repeated the motion twice more, establishing a slow rhythm. But then it ended.

It wasn’t long, no more than thirty seconds between him entering her had he pulled himself away from her body. Looking down he saw his cock covered with her juices; the warm air cooling his wetted skin as he removed himself from the bed. Running a hand through his hair he felt it was growing slick with sweat as the night continued, neither of them willing to waste the last night in the city, as ignorant as she was about it. Another look was given around the room. He couldn’t see anything resembling a cut in the wall or a hole in the ceiling. Then the closet called to him again. He decided to inspect.

Opening the closet door wide he saw the clothes she had but he was more interested in what he couldn’t see. Stepping inside he threw all her clothes to one side as his foot checked each wall for a hollow sound while his hands stretched upward, wanting to find the drugs. Maybe she really didn’t have anything, he began to think, but quickly terminated the thought from his head as he heard the hollow call coming from the wall. His hands moved toward the wall, pressing against a loose panel with eagerness. In haste he threw it to the floor once it was removed, reaching inside the barren box until his hand came across a plastic bag. Pulling it out and taking it into the room, he could just see the image of objects in the shape of pills, cigarettes. What a bad little girl she was, hiding these things from him.

Though he didn’t say anything he figured she probably knew he found something. The sound of that panel hitting the floor had probably given him away but he wasn’t worried about concealing himself. Keeping the bag in one hand, he reached down, picking up his belt as he neared the bed. Without warning he lashed the metallic buckle against the right side of her ass, then the left and the right one more time. He wasn’t ready to say anything about it just yet. He’d make her suffer for it first, tease her about it as he sent another lashing on her right side.

Letting the belt drop again, he walked back around the bed so he could talk to her face to face. “Guess what I found?” he told her as he unfurled the bag in front of her eyes. “We have a lot of evidence to hide and I know the perfect spot,” he teased as he grabbed the panties from her mouth with his free hand, throwing the lacy undergarment to the floor. Reaching inside the bag he pulled out a single pill before closing the bag up, tossing it toward her ankles. In the darkness he wasn’t sure what he grabbed, even in the light it’d probably be hard for him to tell but he didn’t care as he pressed the pill past her lips and into her mouth.

As he waited for her to swallow it, he took a step closer toward her, grabbing some of her hair and running it along his cock until it was mostly dry. Then he centered himself in front of her, placing the tip of his dick against her lips. Sure that she’d need some goading, his hand grabbed her nose so she couldn’t breath through it. He’d force her to open her mouth.

As her mouth was forcibly opened and the panties were shoved inside, her mouth was filled with a plethora of tastes and smells. The strongest was her own, womanly scent, the tang of her own arousal familiar to her tongue and a bit of her sweat, both sweet and sour. The other was a slight hinted muskiness, bitter and sweet, just at the edges of her tongue; the vague taste of his cock from when he'd wiped himself with the garment earlier. Upon his words, she began to suckle on the fabric willingly, obedient for once, her wetness filling her mouth and slowly melding with her own saliva soaking the lacy cloth. Breathing heavily through her nose, she purred under her breath feeling the liquids flow from the cloth and down her throat and she eagerly watched him for his next move, even as he moved back behind her.

Facing forward, Margot felt the bed shift a little again and suddenly his hot breath was cascading over the backs and insides of her thighs and her pussy. Whimpering plaintively she felt a flush rise to her cheeks as she mumbled through the cloth, begging him to get closer. She got her wish, even though he took his time with it, a kiss placed on sensitive flesh in her inner thigh and his tongue, wet and slick sliding against her pussy lips. Margot's body trembled then as she panted against the panties in her mouth, the ache in her pussy soothed and ignited as his tongue probed and slithered into her.

"Uhnmmmmmfff!" she said through the gag of her underwear, her body feeling like she wanted to scream as he pulled away again. Gods! She wasn't going to last much longer like this!

His cock, thick and hard, pulsating and hot came then, rubbing against her mound again, his hips swaying against her throbbing pussy. She closed her eyes and sucked furiously on the fabric in her mouth, whimpering slightly as she did so, the heat in her body reaching new heights. She'd just started to get use to the rhythm and having him there when again he withdrew, a frustrated groan leaving her throat as he did. But he wasn't completely gone and she held her breath at the first touch of his cock against her pussy before her body jerked forward slightly as he thrust himself deep. She moaned long and hard then, her body feeling relief for the first time as his smooth and heated flesh filled her pussy. Her inner walls flexed upon him, squeezing tight as he pulled back and opening for him as he thrust inward, desiring for him to stay inside her forever.

Pleasure coursed through her body, her mind clouded by it as he thrust a few more times and all she could do when he pulled out then was curse and scream angrily into the fabric of her panties, practically sobbing. She couldn't take it any more! Now that she'd had a taste of him inside, she wanted all of him, to be filled to bursting! She needed it! She was left on the bed, kneeling on hands and knees, her body steaming and pulsating with unsated need, trying to clear her head and not succeeding. Hearing a noise behind her, she turned to look but could only see his buttocks as he leaned into the closet and on the floor was the door to the hidden panel. Oh shit! He'd found it. The heat that ran through her and the sweat upon her body was suddenly cooled as he started to emerge from the closet. In guilty fear she turned away again and sat there, her heart thundering in her chest and her mind racing numbly.

She was caught by surprise when the belt buckle smacked against her sensitive butt cheeks again, her body swaying with the blows and yelps leaving her, muffled by the panties. Oh, Gods! He was mad! Did he find it? Was he punishing her? She thought frantically but her mind stopped dead as he came around the front of the bed again.

“Guess what I found?” he asked in smug tones, dramatically unfurling the bag right in front of her face. The small capsules and cigarette sticks seemed to frown at her apologetically from the bottom of the bag. Then he was reaching into it and pulling something out before the bag was resealed and tossed away. But she didn't look where, her eyes fixated on him and glaring rebelliously. As the panties were removed she didn't have time to utter a curse or a plea for mercy as the pill he held was forced past her lips. By the shape and texture on her tongue she couldn't tell exactly what it was, but could guess and she swallowed it obediently.

Using her hair he dried his cock of her remaining undried juices before standing upright in front of her. With his cock inches from her face, she knew what he wanted and pressed her lips together stubbornly. He'd teased and prodded her all night; her mouth was NOT where she wanted that to go. But even as she did, his hand enclosed her nose and she couldn't breath. She struggled to shake him off but he held fast to her face and as her face flushed pink and red with the lack of oxygen she finally opened wide, gasping in a lungful of air.

Stephen decided that she made her own choice. There’d still be one allowance but that would come later, much later after more torturous pleasure and pain. From the start it seemed like she wanted him to break her and that’s what he was going to do before morning. Not much time must’ve passed since they first met and yet they already seemed to be getting on so well. However the night ended, he decided she’d have to be saved even if she rebelled or called him insane. He’d have to take her with him if not for the sex alone.

Then he snapped back into reality as he looked down at her open mouth, his fingers still plugging her nose as he inched his hips nearer. Feeling the hot breath on his cock enticed, invited him further and after a few more seconds passed he moved his feet forward. Once his cock slid beyond her lips and he felt her tongue underneath him he removed the grip he had on her nose, only to grab her hair with the same hand. He wouldn’t allow her to pull away without the accompaniment of pain and lost strands of hair.

Forcing himself to the back of her throat he stared down into her eyes and spoke through timed breaths, “I found the bag. I don’t need to give you what you really want.” Then with a twisted smirk he added, “Maybe if you beg me. If you beg me to fuck you then I’ll think about it.” And with that he thrust his hips hard. While his hand held her hair, so she’d remain still, he began moving his hips back and forth against her, uncaring about how comfortable or uncomfortable she was. In the end, he was getting exactly what he told her he had wanted and her refusal to answer resulted in this punishment. But there was more to come. There was plenty more he reminded himself as he glanced toward the bag sittings squarely on the bed near her ankles. There was still that to do.

Low moans of pleasure escaped through his throat and lips as he returned his eyes down to watch her. She would be useful on the road. Reaching down with his free hand he plugged her nose again, only for a few seconds before letting go. As his hips continued to move against her he plugged her nose once more before removing his cock from her mouth, letting his dick touch against her chin, leaving an imprint of her saliva. Bending down slightly he gave her a patronizing kiss on the forehead as he relinquished his hold on her hair.

While walking back around the bed and toward the bag he spoke, “Don’t think this is your punishment for lying to a Mod or for having hidden contraband. That punishment has yet to come. You’ve merely passed through the interrogation. There’s a knife in my jeans with your name on it and I’m going to use you till your exhaustion or the morning comes. Whichever is second,” he was sure to add as he reached for the plastic bag.

Opening the bag he tried looking through it in the dim light. It was no use. He turned the bag upside down, letting the contents fall over the bed. It was mostly cigarettes but there were pills to spare. Reaching down he picked one up and spoke, “Do you remember what I said I’d do with your contraband should I find it? Oh, I’m sure you do,” he added with a grim grin, resuming his position on the bed between her legs.

As his pulsating meat was shoved into her mouth and her nose was released, Margot breathed heavily through her nose, a muffled moan leaving her throat as he thrust in and out from between her lips. It was a noise of frustration and pleasure mixed, her body aching to feel him sliding between her legs and yet revelling in the feel of him pulsing on her tongue. Still, part of the game she struggled a bit, her hair locked between his fingers tugging painfully as she tried to pull back, breathing in sharply through her nose as the nerves on her scalp screamed in protest.

As he spoke to her, she was still, her dark eyes blinking up at him in a semi-worried glare. He was right. She'd blown her one chance to get his hardened, succulent flesh where she needed it and now she had nothing but the fight in her. And even that seemed silly at this point. He was holding all the cards.

Her thoughts were jerked to a halt as his cock lunged forth into her mouth straight to the back of her throat, barely giving her time to suck in a breath before he did. Reflexively she swallowed against the head of his dick, the back of her throat trembling tightly around his thick meat. She heard his moans of pleasure and glared up at him as her pussy grew wetter uncontrollably from the erotic noises he was making. His continued plugging of her nose was annoying but it helped her not choke on him with each plunge inwards, her mouth making a light suction noise as his hips moved back and forth against her face.

At the end, she was gasping and precum coated the inside of her mouth, his musky flavor filling her tongue with the taste of him, leaving her wanting more. Rubbing himself against her chin, she felt the wetness there and tried to keep the hungry look from her eyes as her tongue darted out to lick some of it up, and she jerked defiantly away from his kiss on her forehead. But with the drug now in her system it was becoming a bit harder to keep her fighter's resolve, her body and her senses heightened by the effects of the chemicals. Her eyes were opened wide and alert and her heart beat at a fast pace in her chest, the heat in her loins seeming to reach unbearable levels as each nerve was brought to life and her libido was increased tenfold.

Looking back at him, she watched avidly as he picked up the bag and explained to her in basic terms what he had planned for her. The mention of the knife made her eyes dart to his pants crumpled on the floor and made her shiver at the thought of him using it on her. Looking back at him, she watched as he positioned himself between her legs and she started to tremble on the bed. If he put the drugs down there, it would only drive her body even more crazy.

"No, no, please don't!" she said in concerned tones, her voice somewhat breathy as if she couldn't quite catch her breath. Even though she asked him not to, she wasn't asking for this to end, as was evidenced by her obediently staying in position.

When Margot turned her head he caught her eyes. It sent an exhilarating thrill through him to see her look that way at something. Then when he heard her words it only heightened the feeling coursing through his body. The girl was begging. The girl who’d once defied him while standing with her hands behind her head, the girl who’d pushed out her back and sunk in her ass, the girl who’d taken so many swats to her ass... that girl was telling him ‘Please, don’t.’ Stephen laughed out loud as he heard her. He was both laughing at her and at how far he’d come through the night. Margot had been so defiant and now here she was, obediently on her hands and knees, allowing him to do whatever he liked. There were still other things he do. In his mind he hadn’t broken her yet. He not only wanted to break her, he wanted to turn her into a puddle on the floor.

Reaching for the small plastic bag he turned it upside down, spilling all the contents across the satin sheets of her bed. Cigarettes had mostly fallen but he wasn’t particularly interested in those. Pills. That’s what he wanted. Some bounced a little, others were stopped by the number of cigarettes, cushioning their fall and impeding their progress. Picking up a single pill, as small as it was, he looked at her to see if she was still looking back. Then he returned to his task at hand as he let his hand near her welcoming pussy. With little thought he pressed the pill against her slit, pushing it inside. Then, for added torment, he pushed it deeper within her through the work of a single finger.

Withdrawing his finger he looked over at her, wiping his finger dry on the right side of her ass. Then he reached for another pill. There were plenty but he wasn’t sure if he was going to use all of them or not. That would depend on her and how much she begged for him to stop. Before he applied this one to her pussy he looked over to her, “You can beg to get me to stop. But its going to take a lot.” Returning back to the pill, he slipped that one between her legs as well but he didn’t push it in as far as the first.

As he picked up another pill, he held this one as he stared at her, “These are all going into you one way or another unless you get really good at begging very fast. I’ve had to work hard all night to even get you on this bed; if you think you’re going to get out of this with a few meek words, you’ve got another thing coming.”

Then he moved the pill between her legs, as he had the others. But unlike the others he didn’t slide it into her. Instead he held one end of the pill between his thumb and index finger, moving the other tiny end up and down her pussy. He only did it to let her know he was there, to let her know that he was in control and what he wanted he was going to get. However, no matter how much she begged this one was going in too. He had to make good on at least part of his promise about finding her drugs.

“But don’t waste all your begging on these pills,” he smiled a devilish smile as he looked back to her. “Because you’re going to have to beg me to fuck you, too. And that’s going to take some work. If you don’t satisfy my wants, I can always go back to your mouth to shut up your pathetic pleading.”

A chill ran through her at his laughter, realizing that such a simple plea wasn't going to cut it. A moment later, he confirmed this by continuing to do what he was doing, grabbing a pill from the pile that had flopped onto the bed and shoving it inside her quivering pussy. A gasp and a moan left her lips and once more she turned to peer at him from over her shoulder. "Please..." she whimpered quietly as he took another pill from the pile and deposited inside her, heat filling her pussy as the small capsules dissolved with her juices and the chemical powders within them were absorbed into her flesh.

A panting shudder ran through her and a red blush filled both her cheeks and the swelling, aroused flesh of her labia, making the lips tingle and the nerves spark excitedly. Margot's eyes glazed a bit as the increased dosage started to take effect making the addition of another pill inside her body practically unbearable. This one he kept out though, teasingly running it against her opening and between her folds making her groan with heavy breaths, a noise of frustration and unbridled desire. She wasn't sure what she wanted from him then, her mind so addled and overwhelmed with sensation that she rocked her body trying to push back into his featherlight touch. More, she just wanted more of him.

The idea of him taking this level of control over her made her unbelievably aroused. She knew he had the power to do whatever he wanted to her tonight and as much as he wanted and that he would keep all his promises of punishment and more. And she wanted it all, to feel that control break her from the inside. Past the point of rebellion, and past the point of hiding her desire, she looked back at him and caught the smile he gave her as he spoke. It was all laid out for her what she had to do, and the drugs coursing through her system did not help in the decision making process.

Biting her lip nervously, the blush covering her cheeks in a bright pink and her eyes bright yet with a slightly hazy gaze, she whimpered, "Please... No more... I'm sorry I lied... Please..." she let out a breathy sob briefly as her stomach flipped with a surge of chemical arousal. "I'm sorry, I didn't tell you about the contraband... Please, no more inside me...Sir." She addressed him so to keep with his level of authority, not only in this game but in this actual situation that was happening between them. Her eyes continued to search his face looking for approval while she continued to pant lightly and sweat upon the bed. She didn't just want him to stop what he was doing...his approval had become important to her now and she desired it just as much as his cock.