Sorry for the late update guys. Blame the whoverse, it's been taking up all of my time. To make it up, here's an extra-sized chapter with the big payoff I know we've all been waiting for. Be warned though, it's a rough ride. Wrote this in a haze of alcohol and painkillers and absolutely no proof-reading followed. My older (and I used to think, much wiser, definitely more qualified in the wordsmith business than me) boyfriend suggested the symbolism that starts off the chapter...so...that's that...
There's a hole.
And I can't stop looking at it.
"There's a hole" I say. Julie looks up at me from her laptop. She had been answering some of my emails. She's my assistant, except an actual assistant, without the S&M benefits.
"Umm..."
"In the fence...past the projects there"
There is in fact, quiet a large whole in a chain link fence surrounding empty property, next to the project. We are located at an office building in downtown Shanghai, my office window over looks three office buildings, a park, a shopping mall and I can't stop staring at the hole.
"That's not really uncommon around..these parts..." Julie says, trying to figure out why I'm so interested.
"What about the owners?"
"I think it's up for option, not a very decent piece of land though"
"Nobody wants to buy a fence with a fucking hole in it" I say sadly. It really is making me sad. I've been sad ever since Horvath left. I'm sure it was that bitch's decision, Becky was unnerved by me. She used to hate me, she couldn't understand why Horvath kept me around. Now they are off living in France and I'm here...I don't really have any place else to be.
I can barely get Horvath over the phone and when I do, it's usually for business talk. He doesn't show any interest in my life, not that there's much to be interested about. I don't feel like doing much.
Last night I went to a club specializing in S&M and payed a giant Chinese guy to whip me till I bled. He got an erection halfway through, when I felt him rubbing it against my chest, I reached up and broke three of his fingers. He started screaming, too loudly, so I hit him square in his throat, shattering his Adam's apple. He fell down on the floor, convulsing, I took my jacket and left.
I am no longer a person Balthazar would ever call a friend. I've done things he would never even think of doing. I was reborn of hatred and blood, and from what I see, the plan worked perfectly. I just don't know here everything went wrong.
"See if we can option that land" I tell Julie
"Really? It's really not worth anything"
"Just do it"
Four days later I'm with Julie looking at some abandoned property when we are jumped by meth heads holed up on the roof. One of them opens fire without thinking. One of the bullets hits Julie, she falls to the floor. I lose it.
The one with the gun gets a fireball to the face. It's acid fire. His face just melts off into his skull.
The thin one tries some kung fu shit on me. I reach into the brick wall and pull out a club made entirely out of cement. I break his left leg. I smash the club down into his rib cage until I hear it crack.
Two of them try to rush me together. The one coming in high gets a cement club to the face, I feel it shatter. Reminds me of the broken mirror. His features just disappear.
I lash out with a kick at the one trying to come in low. It connects to chest, he stumbles back against the railing. I send the club flying straight at his chest, it knocks him over. He screams all the way down.
The final meth head, meanwhile has managed to run back to his "worktable" and gets a machete. I send light sparks his way, while he trips out, trying to machete them out of the air, I walk up behind him, grab his machete-wielding hand, and bring it back to the meth head's chest, successfully gutting him with his own blade. His guts smell putrid as they roll out of his stomach.
Ugh.
When Julie calls my name, I almost send a fireball her way. She's still alive, shot in the stomach. I put her to sleep, I use the magic to retrieve the bullet, close her wound and patch her up. Finally, I do one more spell to remove her memory of this day,
She wakes up in the apartment, she wants to stay the night. I politely decline. I'm still saving myself...for a man living halfway across the world.
Days turn into nights and soon everything melds together into one big empty void. I no longer know where one days ends and the next begins. Chinese New year comes, I walk the streets alone. Everyone is happy, I wish I could be one of them. One day I get up and realize I haven't seen the sun in over two months.
The hole has been repaired. It's gone yet it feels like its still there. I can feel it look at me sometimes. I cry for Horvath sometimes. When my skin itches to bleed and my lust burns me up. I wish he was back here, sneering at me, commanding me, dominating me. One day Julie walks in with a constipated look on her face and I know she's hiding a secret. Interrogation reveals a wedding invitation.
That night I go out looking for a fight. It's not hard. The docks give me ample opportunities to express my anger. And I do. In bloody, bone-crunching, limb-breaking ways, I do. I'm in a rage that night, when morning comes it brings with it a clarity. I realize what I have to do. There could be only one solution, one path I have to take.
I track soon-to-be Mr. And Mrs. Horvath (snicker) to a massive villa in Touraine, in the Loire valley region of France. I rent a bike in the city and dive for five hours. I park my bike to the nearest street I can, and then go on foot. The lane is quiet at three in the afternoon, but then against it's a cold, foggy afternoon. Nothing seems to stir. The estate is massive, the area surrounding it covered in dense forestry. I cross a brook with peach-green and crimson colored groupers swimming inside and I know I'm in the right place. Horvath and his pets.
Recon around town confirmed a well-to-do entrepreneur and his mistress living in an old renovated estate, the man wealthy and generous (I know, I was confused too), the lady, beautiful and electric (whatever). One of the finest restaurants in town even had a picture of the happy couple on their engagement night. My heart skipped a few beats when I see Horvath.
He's...different. His hair is cut close to his head now, a buzz cut, his hair now coated in grey. The look suited him. He was leaner, he had lost weight. His face seemed...harder. He and Becky look so happy.
The estate seems perfect. Brightly colored flowers deck the gardens, the walls are covered in ivy or peeling away rich textured, rustic paint. The pool is in the raised terraces behind the gardens, so that it overlooks them all. The building itself is grand and imposing, almost scary. Windows at the bottom of the walls and back up generator units hint at spaces for lab research. My heart skips a beat as my mind grasps at a dream too good to be true. Careful it might break, I push the thought deep into my mind.
There are worker about and I take care not to be noticed. I slip in through one of the open veranda doors and start navigating the giant house. The decorations are elegant, old fashioned and exquisite. I would expect nothing less from Horvath. I make my way upstairs, avoiding most of the workers. I hear Becky's voice coming from the bedroom.
I make my way to the open door, looking for other workers or Horvath. Becky seems to be alone in the room, she's talking on the phone.
"...I really don't think there's any need to worry. Who knows where he went off...probably tracking you down" Becky laughs. I feel blood rush to my face. She's talking about me. I take a peek inside, she's a beautiful as ever, her porcelain skin blazing white in her maroon bath robe. She's on the phone...with Horvath. The room is magnificent, balcony doors open, overlooking the warm, baking valley. The bed is massive and strewn about in a way that makes me sure it's seen recent activity.
"God...you almost sound hopeful" Becky says with a smile, "I thought you'd be satisfied after the workout you gave me this morning"
Another pause.
"If I hear anything, you'll be the first one I call, my love" Becky says, hanging up the phone. She yawns and curls up on the chair she's been sitting on.
"Becky" I call out, walking in.
She opens her eyes, a look of surprise on her face. For a second, she's my Becky again. Then she's gone, her eyes show irritation and contempt, "...Dave...funny, I was just talking about you"
"Where is he?"
She rolls her eyes and gets up, "Your master? Went out for a walk...you need mummy to let you out?"
"Where is he, Becky?"
"You a fucking broken record, Dave" Becky sneers walking over to me, "Ever been with a girl Dave?"
I don't answer her.
"Before you became my lover's little dog, did you ever love a girl"
Yes. I did.
"Becky...I know you won't believe me...but once upon a time, we used to be..."
I see uncertainty flicker through her eyes, as if she trying to remember something.
"We used to be...friends...and..." I try to say more but she says it first
"...Lab partners..." her eyes still glazed over
"Yes...and that's why I'm sorry. I'm so sorry" I whisper.
"What for?"
"That you ever met me" I say as I slide the knife into her rib. It goes in with less effort than I thought. She shudders and lets out a gasp. I grab her as her legs give out, she look down at the knife...in my hand. I slide it out and stab her again, in her chest. More resistance this time, but hopefully quicker. And part of me wants to hurt her heart...literally.
I lay her on the bed, her breath now coming in uneven gasps. She coughs up blood and now she's choking on it. Her hands claw at me, my arms. I don't feel it. It never takes this long in the movies. I hold her hand as her life slips away. The bed is soaked in her blood. So am I. Then she's gone.
I don't even feel him come in, his first blow sends me flying through the balcony doors. I crash into patio furniture. It breaks...or I do. I try to get to my feet when he kicks again, my back cracks now. He keeps kicking. My sides, my face, my head, my hands, my legs, my arms are all fair game. He doesn't let up, he's relentless, I remember that stamina.
"Wait...wait" I scream and finally he does. One of his hands grabs my hair and lifts me up until I'm face to face with him. I haven't seen him in so long, his face, his eyes now so close to mine. He doesn't say anything, he's waiting.
"I did it...right?...I passed your test, right?" I stammer the words out, terrified and turned on at the same time.
He drops me down. He turns around and starts walking away.
No...I did it...I know I did...
"Wait"
"Wait" I scream, crawling after him. I grab his legs. He stops. I crawl over to his feet, I think I'm losing consciousness.
"I did it right...I was good right...I was good?" I groan most of it out. My hands around his ankles, I'm sure he's not going anywhere. Maybe I can close my eyes for a second. I put my head on his shoe and close my eyes. Silence.
"You were perfect" I hear him say and my eyes snap open. I look up, then he's down on his knees next to me, we kiss, our tongues find each other. I don't feel anything. Not the pain, not the guilt, not the terror, not even the lust, just his tongue exploring my mouth. I give myself over to him. He feels me falls and his powerful arms grab me. I'm his now, at his mercy. The kiss ends, but my lust for him is just rising. I kiss his neck, his lips, his pants, his crotch. I try to pull of his coat, when one of his hands grabs my wrist.
"12000 dollars" he states and I back off. I slide it off him gently. Then his tie, his vest. I unbutton his shirt, his chest is harder now. Still thick but more defined. Hairy and smelling of him, I bury my face in his chest and take a deep breath.
"You know, this process is not suppose to be this...affectionate" Horvath says. But he's smiling, I know he doesn't mind. I lick his nipples, caressing them with tongue. I want to stay in his lap for a while, but he pushes me off.
He gets on the bed, throws one look at Becky's body and pushes it off. I hear the thud as it hits the floor.
"Take off my shoes" he commands.
I slide off his shoes, trying not to guess the price. I lick his feet as soon as the socks are off. I'm back in my place, this is where I belong. At my master's feet. I lick his toes and then he raises his foot and so I can work the under arch with my lips and tongue. I kiss and bite his foot and then he presses it down on my face. I want him to do it, but I know why he does it. To make sure I always know my place. Under his feet. Always under his control.
He orders me to take off his pants. I do with shaking hands, full of anticipation. He's naked now, save for his boxers. I'm worshipping his muscular thighs, his strong calves, his arms, his hands. The tent in his boxers is massive and straining. My hands shake as I touch his cock, even from outside his boxers. It's throbbing with blood, hard as steel, ready to go.
I look up at him. He wants to play with me, tease me more, but even he's waited for this a while. He nods and I slip off his boxers. His cocks spring out in all its glory. I've seen it before, but the size and girth still shock me a bit. It's rock hard, veins running down the length. Thick as my wrist...or thicker...he must be really horny today. The veins are pulsing along the length of his cock, making it thick and hard and brown. It's leaking pre-cum and I use the tip of my tongue to clear it out.
His thick, well rounded shaft sticks out of a black pubic hair, his balls are actually quiet big but seemed to hang off his cock in comparison. I wonder how big he is. I stretch my jaws wide, trying to take him in. He pushes in, issuing me commands when he wants. He on the bed now, his body must be covered in Becky's blood by now. I try not to think about and concentrate at what I'm doing between his legs. His hands push my face down on his cock, my lips hurting from the pain for stretching. His groins smell off him, masculine and...musky. I take it in, his sweat, his pre-cum, his impossibly large cock making its way to my stomach. My throat is having trouble opening up and I'm gagging. I don't have time to get used to his size, he keeps pushing me down. My throat is sore already, I try to expand it more for him. He managed to get a bit more than half in, but it seems impossible after that. It wasn't doing much for him anyway, after an impatient groan he pushes me off and get up. His cock stands out in a straight salute, scary to look at.
"Get on the bed" he says. I look down and the blood stained bed and shake my head.
He throws me on the bed, I try to run but his hands pin me down. I feel Becky's blood cover my body, I'm wet now. Not in a good way. I know what's coming, I wonder if I can take it? I get on fours, stick my ass into the air. Horvath's cock is already slathered in my spit. I feel the cock head brush my opening and I shiver. I assumed there'd be some lubrication involved, but apparently I should've thought of that.
He tries to push in my, but his cockhead is too thick to go in easily. He traces my hole with his finger, and I feel a jolt go through me. My hole seems to unclench and then Horvath manages to get a hold inside. I feel my scphinter resist as his thick rod ravages it's way down my canal. I was trying to breath it out, but Horvath wasn't giving me time. Inch by inch, he was working his way forward.
"Horvath...use some...lube...aaaah" I bite back a scream as i felt something give in and Horvath moved forward another inch. I was sweating and out of breath and we hadn't even started. My eyes were tearing up by now, but I was trying to hold them back.
"Weren't you begging me for this?" Horvath growls and I feel my body resist him. A dry fuck was not my ideal cherry-popping situation. He moved his hips forward slowly, enough to make me yelp out. I can feel my muscles losing the war, giving in to his invading rod.
"Wasn't that what this whole show was about? Licking my feet like a dog...where did you think this was going to end?"
I feel my organs moving to make way for his engorged girth.
"I...didn't think...it was going...to hurt this much..." I manage to blurt out from within the pain.
"All this time, I left one part of your body alone. One single, crack in the foundation...deep inside..." Horvath says, pushing in and I feel I've lost all control. My ass spasms around his cock and admits defeat, he slides the last few inches in one thrust, my screams rival most porn actresses by now.
"Tonight I make your body mine, the last little piece of you that was all yours. I take that tonight, I break it, I ravage it, I make it mine" he groans. He now buried deep inside me, I feel him rock-hard length in me, impaling me, holding me in place. He stands calmly, not moving, still buried in me balls deep. The pain is unbareable. Still inside me, he moved his hips, shifts his weight around and my ass burns as it rips. Lube would be so fucking good right now. I wonder if there's a spell.
"Are you ready?" Horvath whispers in my ear, he's bent over, his weight pinning me down, his cock still wedged deep inside.
"Yes" I whisper back, terrified.
He pulls himself out in one motion, the wet popping noise emits from my ass but I don't even hear it in the scream that escapes from my mouth. My body felt like it was going to be pulled out with Horvath, somehow I don't see anything hanging beneath my ass so all must be good. I'm able to breath again and I do, taking big gulps of air. The pain subside before Horvath slams his cock into me again, going two-thirds of the way in with his first thrust. My body burns with a fire that emits from within, my canal feels sore and ruptured already. He hasn't even started yet.
Now he starts fucking me and I'm screaming. I'd gone through so much with him, suffered so much pain at his hands that I thought I could deal with anything. But this was not a pain I had ever felt before. It burned and ripped me into two, drawing a line of agony and spasms straight down the middle of body.
I really had no idea how much stamina the man had. He fucked me relentlessly, my body sliding around the bed as he pummled into my ass. The pain was excruciating, yet I could distinguish something warm leaking down my thighs. Great, just what I needed. Nothing turned Horvath on like watching me bleed, if his erection during my numerous torture sessions was any kind of indicator. I don't think I was the only one putting too much emotion into this partnership.
He didn't give up for a second, never giving me moment to breath. He rammed into my bloody, sore ass over and over and over again I thought of the repulse I had once felt for Drake. Now I was there and nothing had felt more right. This man, this God, owned me. He had taken me and turned me into an object he could own. His cock was currently moulding my ass a new route, expanding it, stretching, making itself at home basically. Oh god, when would he cum?
I was screaming and crying. From pain. From happiness. From finally getting what I deserved. Our bodies writhed around on the bed, covered in blood. Becky's. Mine. Horvath handled my body like a doll, shoving me around to fit his position. He went on relentlessly, driving his cock into me with an animalistic aggression. He stopped and I though he had cum. But it was time for the slowly-pull-out-the-thrust-back-in-like-a-shotgun method he loved so much. My body instinctively jumped forward with each mega thrust, his hands always grabbing me so I don't move too far.
"Horvath...just...don't..." my incoherent speech seems to fall on deaf ears. Horvath has a smile on his face each time he pulls out and thrusts back in again. He pulled his favourite move half a dozen times, one of them producing a very sharp pain which I'm sure was going to be a problem in the morning.
I felt my knees and arms turn to jelly under his constant attack and soon I fell deeper into the bed. Horvath didn't miss a beat, climbing on top of me. He used his legs to bring mine together, so I could for a nice tight hole for him. Then he drove his cock into me again, his stamina back on track. He fucked me mercilessly, almost like a machine. I realized there was something else now, besides the pain. He was hitting me somewhere, inside, deep, personal, intimate. I felt my whole body tense up and then I shot my load.
I was in nirvana, pure fucking ecstasy. Right now, I didn't think any woman would ever make me feel like this again. The pleasure subsided, and I realized my now over-sensitized asshole was still being ravaged by the giant brown cock. My body should have turned inside out by now. He was fucking me easily now, my ass offering his no resistance. It was his. I was his. I moaned with pain as he pummled into me and he then he let out a roar, his cock throbbed with each thrust as he deposited load after load of his glorious cum into me. Thank God.
But he didn't stop. He flipped me over, put my legs on his shoulders and thrust into me again. He was still hard. He didn't even slow down. The pain was unbearable...I tried to think...to breath...but i couldn't...why wouldn't he stop?
His eyes we no longer his, they belonged to an animal. I didn't think he knew where he was...or who he was splitting into two.
"Horvath"
"stop"
"please"
"Horvath"
"Horvath!"
"MAXIM" I scream, surprising even myself. Horvath stops, his eyes come back into focus. I've never dared call his by his first name before. I don't think I've ever heard anyone do it. I close my eyes, readying myself for a blow to the face or a fist in the stomach but nothing comes. I open one eyes and peek out, Horvath is looking at me, studying me.
"Please...It hurts" I whisper, "Give me some time to rest"
He looks down at his cock, still impaled in my ass. He pulls out, looking at the strains of sperm, sweat and blood and that come out with it. Blood drips from his cock, travelling down his thighs, drops on his feet. He turns around...have I disappointed him?
"Wait...Let me...clean you"
He stands there and allows me to suck him clean. His cock is thick when it goes into my mouth but soft when he pulls it out. I suck it clean, all the cum, blood and sweat. I pull back when I'm done, he puts a hand on my face, almost affectionately and then he walks out of the room. I look at the watch, it's nearly ten. I look at Becky's body and I run out of the room.
I find the bar in the kitchen, and I'm down half a bottle of JW before Horvath finds me again. He gives me little time, but I'm lubed and ready for him. He takes me on the mini bar, the black granite and cold bottles dig into my stomach as Horvath slams me against the bar. The booze has dulled down the pain and I enjoy his cock this time. It's an easier ride too, with my ass now perfectly formed into the shape of his horse-cock. His cum spills into my already torn and bloody canal, making the cuts sting so much more. He doesn't wear a condom, he didn't last time. I prefer him like this anyway.
When he pulls out, I fall the floor from exhaustion. He laughs then, but not in an unkind way, and carries me to the sofa. I pass out his arms. It's half-past midnight.
I wake up on the bed. The same bed, but there's no blood now. The carpet's been changed, the bed, the mattress. It doesn't smell like sex and death. He's on the balcony, looking over the valley. He has a glass of scotch in his hand, the same bottle I had been drinking from is sitting on my bedside. My bedside.
It's 3.15. At 3.30 I'm under Horvath again. He's waited a long time for me and he seems insatiable. Once nor twice seem enough. I try to finish him in my mouth but he pulls out after my best efforts with a laugh and mounts me again. We are using copious amounts of lube to counteract my severely injured asshole. I say severely, but I'm no doctor. Whatever, this is my story.
He's still relentless, but not animalistic. The malice with which he was hate-fucking (copyright) me earlier is gone. He's having fun and I'm...well, I'm surviving his fun. His whole body is dripping wet from sweat, as if he just walked out of the shower, but he keeps going on. It's takes him a lot longer to cum this time, my backside seems close to breaking. When he finally pulls out after depositing another load into my already full ass, I ask him if he's had enough?
"Chickening out?" he asks, chuckling.
"NO I'm not" I say, wishing I could think of a really good excuse to run off for a few hours. The night is still young and Horvath doesn't seem tired.
"Sleep" he says. I lay down next to him, put my head on his shoulder.
"Somewhere else" he mutters, irritated.
He wants me to sleep somewhere else after riding me bloody for the whole day?
"Really" I ask, outraged.
He doesn't reply, save for a small smile on his face. I take that as a no and resume my sleeping position. At 5.25, Horvath's cock wakes me up by grazing my swollen asshole. I moan in my sleep and get ready to be invaded again. He tried to fuck me sideways first but I'm too sore and it hurts too much. I beg him to stop.
"Weakling" he says as he lifts me up and drops me on his lap. I can adjust the penetration this way, and maybe even direct it? I ride him slowly, I'm tired and already hurt. He seems to be having a nice time, breathing heavily. I take a chance and lean forward to kiss him. He pulls away first, but can't help himself and soon we're kissing while I continue to move up and down his rod. He's horny again, he grabs me and starts controlling my motions, slamming his hips upwards into me. I bite my lip because he seems to have found my spot again, and he claims victory over it again. Surprisingly, he cums at the same time, taking me in his arms and biting my neck. I flood out, he floods into me and our eyes never leave each other. I love this man, I realize. After he's spent, I put my head on his shoulder and lay there like that for a while, his soft solid cock still inside me.
In the morning there is fresh, hot breakfast. And warm, vibrating showerheads. And the man I love in the shower with me. I never thought his hands could feel so tender as we make out in the shower like newlyweds, out cocks hard and poking each other. We soap each other down gently. He takes a razor and shaves off the bit of fur around my ass, I'm practically hairless elsewhere.
Then he takes me in arms and I feel his finger slide between my butt cheeks. Almost like a signal. I'm even more sore after a few hours of rest, but he leaves it up to me. I swallow him in, forcing myself to take him all. I swallow his cum, well it's halfway down my stomach already so not sure if swallow is the right word, but he leaves a bit for me to taste on the way up.
I've missed him, I've missed him so much. But now he's here, he inside me and he around me. I'm happy. I'm here now, it's done. I'm his...right?
This was six months before Morgana came back. And my life was reduced to a choice. And the dead rose. And everything changed.
They say your whole life flashes before your eyes before you die. I think I'm just seeing the saucy stuff.
I think the hole got filled big time. I always hated the name, Becky Barnes. It sounds like a Marvel character. Any fanfic I write will have similar fates for Becky Barnes. So one more character-death this chapter, and hints of yet another one on the horizon. I'll try to be quicker with the next chapter. Next time: BANG BANG
