Eliza Dushku Caught On Video Ch. 06
It had been almost three years since our adventure Michael had moved in with me.
In the beginning things were good but as time passed he became distant. There were nights when he wouldn’t come home and on the nights he did he was usually drunk. I tried to find out what was bothering him but he just ignored me, usually telling me to,” mind my own business.”
After months of trying to figure out what was going on my friend Cyndie enlightened me, Michael was trying to get a record deal for the band.
Michael had become obsessed and I wanted to help but when I asked him about it he got nasty and screamed at me,
“DO ME A FAVOR MISS MOVIE STAR AND MIND YOUR OWN FUCKING BUSINESS, I DON’T WANT YOU HELP…OK!”
I was in trouble but I wasn’t sure what to do so I decided to ask Cyndie about it,
Cyndie was a bartender at Jake’s and we’d become friends. Cyndie occasionally dated Bill, Michael’s friend and band mate so I figured maybe she could help so I invited her over the following evening when the guys were at rehearsal.
Cyndie and Eliza’s conversation;
“Cyn, is Bill all stressed out about the band and trying to get a deal?”
“He hasn’t said much just that Michael’s working on it, why?”
“I asked him if I could help and he freaked out, he told me to mind my own fucking business!”
“That’s not like Michael, has he ever done anything like that before?”
And as I asked the question Eliza’s eyes began to fill with tears.
“Honey, what’s wrong?”
“He’s changed, he drinks all the time…he stays out all night never tells me where he’s been and the only time he even knows I’m alive is when he wants to fuck me!”
“Eliza, he’s under a lot of pressure and the guy’s are counting on him you know…” Eliza cut her off.
“Pressure, he’s under pressure you know what that bastard wanted me to do?”
Tears were raining down that pretty face like a waterfall and what she said next really caught me by surprise!
“He wanted me to sleep with that guy from the record company he’s been hanging with, Jeff’s his name but I call him the weasel.
“No fucking way he’d ever make you do that, he loves you.”
“Cyn I had to lock myself in the bedroom two nights ago to keep the guy away from me while Michael just sat downstairs watching TV.”
I was dumbfounded; this wasn’t the sweet guy I knew but I believed her.
“You gotta tell his brother, maybe Danny can talk to him.”
“He told me if I said anything he’d kill me,” she said wiping the tears from her face.
“Eliza he’d never hurt you,” I was afraid for her but I didn’t know what to say.
“Look I’m going home next week for a little vacation and I have an idea; why not see if you can help him secretly.”
Eliza stared at me and began to smile,
“Come on Cyn tell me already.”
“You make a few calls and get the bands CD to the right people with the understanding you had nothing to do with it.”
“Pretty slick, then I go to Jersey with you for awhile and when I get back all’s well in Hollywood once again.”
Eliza smiled and kissed me lightly on the lips then got me in a bear hug, I must admit her kiss gave me a funny feeling but I regrouped and continued with my plan.
“Can you reach out to the right people?”
“That’s what I was trying to do, I know a guy from Epic he’s a good friend of my brother’s and he always said if I ever needed a favor to just ask.”
“Excellent, so call your brother already.”
I was sitting on the couch next to Eliza while she made the call but all I could think about was the kiss.
I was thinking about what it would be like to be with her when she shook my arm,
“Cyn you ok…. hello.”
“Sorry, what did he say?”
“He’s playing golf with him tomorrow so he’ll talk to him then,” she said as the smile returned to her face.
“Excellent, you ever been to the Garden state before?”
“I had a meeting about a movie I’m going to be doing there in November.”
Eliza was still smiling as I started to plan our Vacation itinerary.
“My aunt Cally owns a great little pub and my friend Bobby runs it for her.”
“He’s the big hunk that was here last summer that Bill got jealous over, right?”
“I love Bobby, he’s my best friend and he’s always been there for me.”
“Cyn, can I ask you something,” Eliza said with a serious look.
“Anything,” I said taking her hand.
“Why didn’t you guy’s ever hook up?”
“We did once and nobody’s ever made me feel like that before or since.”
Eliza stared at me for a minute before she cleared her throat and continued;
“Cyn, if you don’t wanna tell me I understand…Its ok its none of my business.”
“Eliza Its ok, we’re friends but promise me you’ll never tell anyone.”
“I promise it’ll stay between us.”
****
Cyndie’s tale;
“My parents died when I was 7 and Aunt Cally raised me, she was my dad’s big sister and she lived next door to Bobby’s parents. Bobby’s mom had died during childbirth and his dad raised him with Aunt Cally’s help.
Bobby’s father Dave always treated me like his daughter; I was in their house as much as my own. Bobby and I are the same age and we were inseparable growing up, we were best friends. We both got into Rutgers and got an apartment together, we had a blast.
I was a real party animal but not Bobby he was a serious student, fucking 4.0 all four years. Bobby always took care of me no matter what, broken bones and broken hearts, sick whatever the problem he could fix it.
A guy I was dating for about 6 months had just dumped me and I was crushed, I really liked the guy a lot. I’ve been dumped a few times but this asshole called me on my cell phone while I was waiting for him at the bar in a restaurant we hung out at, that’s about as low as it gets. I proceeded to get totally shit-faced drunk and thankfully Gerry the bartender was a friend of Bobby’s and called him to come and get me. When we got home he carried me up the 2 flights to our apartment undressed me put a t-shirt on me and put me to bed kissing me on the forehead before turning out the lights.
I woke up about 3 in the morning and the fucking bed was spinning, I must’ve been yelling because before I knew it Bobby was sitting beside me holding my hand. He settled me down got me a glass of water and about 40 Advil’s kissed me again and went back to bed. I couldn’t sleep and I was freezing so I went and climbed into bed with Bobby and as I was snuggling up next to him he looked at me strangely and I just said “cold,” then he wrapped his arms around me and closed his eyes. It took me a few minutes before I realized he slept naked so I removed my t-shirt wanting to feel his skin against mine drifting off to sleep a few minutes later.
I had the wildest dream about Bobby fucking me and when I came I woke up shaking and panting like an animal. As my head began to clear a bit I realized Bobby’s cock was between my legs.”
“He was fucking you in your sleep,” Eliza said as she rubbed pussy through her sweats.
“No we were spooning and his dick is so big it was sticking out between my legs, it looked like I had about 4 inch cock.”
Eliza surprised me and took off her sweatpants and t-shirt revealing the most beautiful body I’d ever seen and said,
“Sorry honey but this story’s got me so horny I can’t stand it, now finish the fucking story already!”
I watched as she leaned back and spread her legs giving me a perfect view of her pussy.
My heart began to race as she spread her lips and began to rub her clit gently while I stared at her wondering what it would be like to make love to her.
I was startled out of my daze by Eliza’s voice,
“Cyn if this bothers you I’ll stop.”
What I did next caught both of us by surprise; without saying a word I reached out and ran my fingers through her dripping pussy causing her to moan softly. When I reached her clit I gently squeezed it between thumb and forefinger then kissed her passionately probing her soft mouth with my tongue.
Eliza pulled away but when I sat up and began to lick her juices from my fingers she pulled me to her and kissed me fiercely. Her kiss set my whole body on fire, the only other that had come close was Bobby.
“I’ll finish my story now if that’s ok with you,” I said sarcastically.
Eliza smiled pushed two fingers deep into her pussy then making sure they were soaked put them in my mouth; I hungrily sucked them clean then kissed her lightly. As I leaned back she grabbed a handful of my hair pulled my face to hers licked my lips and said,
“Take your clothes off, NOW,” I stood up and quickly stripped.
Eliza sat there looking up at me then pulled me to her and licked me starting at my clit up my stomach between my tits and up to my lips finishing with another molten kiss that made my knees buckle.
Then Eliza abruptly broke the kiss and kind of left me hanging in mid-air so to speak.
As I fell back to earth she smiled at me licked her lips and said,
“After you finish your story this pussy’s mine,” Eliza then drove her point home by sucking my swollen clit into her mouth and tickling it with her tongue. When she released me my heart was racing my pussy dripping and my whole body was burning up; I’d never felt like this before and we hadn’t even done anything yet. Eliza interrupted my dreaming,
“You gonna finish your story or what!”
“Sorry, where was I…. oh yeah, his cock was between my legs and it was soaked, I must’ve been rubbing my pussy on it in my sleep. I rolled over and slid down and as I did Bobby rolled onto his back and when his cock stood up I almost died it’s like a foot long.”
Eliza’s eyes went wide, “no fucking way” she squealed.
“It’s almost as long as my forearm and as thick as my wrist!”
“What did you do,” Eliza asked as she began to finger herself slowly.
“I took as much of it as I could into my mouth and believe me it wasn’t much and I just started sucking him slowly. When I had him completely soaked I climbed on top and slowly got that monster into me inch by inch and it hurt like hell.”
“Did this guy wake up or was he fucking dead?” Eliza asked.
“When I got him all the way in he opened his eyes pulled me down kissed me and asked me if “I really wanted to do this?”
“I bet I know the answer to that question you little slut.” Eliza giggled.
“I didn’t say anything I just started riding him slowly, I came the first time he hit bottom and I swear it felt like his cock was in my throat.”
Eliza was now wildly plunging three fingers into that sweet pussy while rubbing her clit with her other hand, begging me to continue.
“I adjusted to his size pretty fast and we really got going, I just lay against his chest and rode that big cock. I’d lost count of how many times I’d come and when I finally rolled off him onto my back It felt like every muscle in my body was going to explode.
He kissed me asking if I was Ok and when I nodded yes he got between my legs and went to work on me with his tongue, making me come twice quickly before I stopped him.”
Eliza Stopped fucking herself and said,
“Why’d you stop him?”
“I couldn’t catch my breath, it felt like I was going to have a heart attack, I was shaking and the room was spinning but it was sooo good.”
Eliza stopped masturbating and her eyes filled with tears,
“What’s wrong,” I asked.
“Michael used to make me feel that way when we made love.” The tears were flowing and she was shivering so I pulled the blanket from the easy chair around her and held her in my arms and told her it would be ok over and over again. We sat like that in silence for a while before I broke the spell.
“It’s going to work out you’ll see and things will get better,” I said as she turned towards me.
Eliza kissed me and said she needed to go to bed so I took her up stairs carrying bot our clothes in a ball.
While she got ready for bed I dressed in the bathroom wondering if we’d ever make love when she called to me,
“Cyn bring me a glass of water and a Valium; top shelf in the medicine cabinet, please.”
Eliza was already in bed when I returned, I handed her the bottle and the water then while gently brushing the hair from her face I said,
“Get some sleep, I’ll call you in the morning, I’m off, wanna hit the beach?”
“Sounds good, you drive and I’ll buy lunch,” she said with a drowsy smile.
“I’ll call you at ten,” and as I turned to leave Eliza stopped me,
“Cyn, wait a minute.”
“What’s up,” I said as I sat back down next to her.
“What happened before…do you…uhm…I mean well you know.” Putting a finger to her lips to quiet her I said,
“The answer is yes, any time you want me,” And I took her in my arms and kissed her deeply. We kissed for a long time before I pulled back and I told her to get some sleep.
“You going home,” she asked.
“I gotta stop by the club; I left my bag there, my cell phone and all my stuff’s in it.”
“Tell Ox and Jake I said hi,” Eliza said as she passed out then I pulled the blanket up and kissed her lightly on the lips and left.
+++
It was 12:30 when I got to Jakes and it was dead just the regulars and a few kids at a table. Jake was behind the bar and Ox waved me over to the end of the bar he was sitting with a few of Danny’s guys, Pete, Andy and I think the other guy’s name was Kevin.
“What’s up boys,” I said as I climbed onto Ox’s lap giving him a peck on the cheek.
He laughed and said,
“Feel free to make yourself at home cutie.”
The guys just smiled, Ox was like everybody’s big brother and we all loved him.
“Where have you been this evening Miss Cyndie,” Andy asked.
“I was hanging out with Eliza at her house.”
Ox picked me up and sat me on the stool next to him and with a serious look on his face said,
“Is she ok?”
I wasn’t sure why he was asking but I knew I couldn’t lie, he always knew when people were lying to him so I answered very carefully.
“She’s just really worried about Michael, he’s being a real dick to her lately and she’s upset, why?”
Ox rubbed his chin thinking for a minute before he spoke again,
“I’m worried, Mikey was in here earlier with that record company asshole he’s been hanging out with and we had to throw them out, they were bothering Dawn and her friends, you know the two blondes she hangs with.
“Oh, Sherry and Terry the pigeon sisters,” I said with a laugh.
“Who the hell are the Pigeon sisters,” Ox barked.
Andy, Jake and Pete started laughing,
Andy Smiled and said,” I’ll take it from here;
One night Pete and I closed the place and we’d invited Miss Cyndie and your dad out for breakfast. While we were waiting for them Jake flipped on the tube and the Odd Couple was on, remember the English sisters that lived downstairs from Felix and Oscar?”
Ox started to laugh now, “Oh now I remember, pop loves that show.”
“What did Michael do,” I asked.
“Just being a drunk asshole again.”
“What do you mean again?”
Ox frowned, “Andy was in the Starlight the other night and had to drag him and his buddy out of there and threatened to call Danny if Mikey didn’t go home.”
Andy jumped in;
“All I know is if I had an angel like that waiting at home for me I’d be home early every night.”
Ox was really worried; I’d been around him enough to know when he was upset.
“I love Mikey but if he ever hurts her I…I…I Love that little girl.”
“She loves you too big guy, Hey Jake how bout and pitcher of lifesavers down here.”
It was around 2 am and we were having a good old time when Ox’s cell rang, five seconds into the call I knew something was wrong so I listened.
“Honey calm down I can’t understand you…no no, settle down and tell me where you are……lock yourself in and I’ll be there in 10 minutes, here’s Cyndie you talk to her. No Eliza stay on the phone honey.” Ox handed me the phone and screamed,
“THAT LITTLE MOTHERFUCKER’S A DEAD MAN!”
As I put the phone to my ear I could hear Eliza crying and banging and screaming in the background.
“Eliza honey its Cyndie, we’re on our way.
Ox ran for the door with the three of us close behind, as we jumped in his Suburban He told me to “Keep her talking and tell her where we are every minute or so. I couldn’t tell what was going on but Ox took his gun out of the glove box. I looked in the Back at Pete, Andy and Kevin and they too were checking their weapons I guess following Ox’s lead.
I kept telling her to hang on and we’d be there before she knew it.
We made it in 6 minutes flat and as we left the car Andy handed me his cell and hit the speed dial,
“When Strader answers give him this address, and tell him to come quietly.”
“Wait I’m going in with you,” I screamed but before I could say a word Ox just waved a finger at me and I froze.
“Strader….Andy its Dave…is anybody there?”
I Answered,
“It’s not Andy but he told me to give you this address and for you to come quietly.”
“Where are you?”
“1322 Burnside drive in,” cutting me off, “Eliza and Michaels house right?”
But before I could reply he said, “10 minutes.”
I watched Andy and Kevin go around the back while Ox and Pete carefully went through the front door it was then I heard Eliza start screaming and the line went dead. I raced in after them following the screams up the stairs and all at once they stopped giving me a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. I slowly moved to the master bedroom and when I looked in I saw a naked man face down on the floor, Michael lying naked on the bed unconscious with blood all over his face and the bathroom door was kicked in but no Eliza.
A second later Ox came out of the bathroom grabbed the bedspread off the bed and told me to come with him, as I looked over my shoulder Andy and Pete were using plastic cuffs on Michael and his friend as Kevin went down to meet Strader who’d just arrived.
I entered the bathroom to find Eliza naked, curled up in the bottom of the closet sobbing uncontrollably.
When she saw me she pulled herself out and as she stood Ox wrapped her in the blanket picked her up and took her into the guest room laying her on the bed then he whispered in my ear; “Find out what happened…. if they did anything to her,” and he charged out of the room.
I’d never seen Ox like this then I returned my attention to Eliza.
“Honey what happened?”
“Michael brought that asshole home with him and I woke up with him on top of me,” she was crying again so I waited a few minutes and got her some water.
After a few sips of water I started again, “Did they do anything to you?”
“No, but when I woke up he was trying to stick his little dick in me but I kneed him in the balls and when he fell I stomped on them again and I locked myself in the bathroom.”
“He didn’t rape you but he tried, right.”
Eliza didn’t speak she just nodded and I continued.
“What was Michael doing while this guy was all over you?”
She was crying hysterically now so I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly telling her she was safe now.
A few minutes had passed and she’d stopped crying and surprised me by getting angry,
“YOU KNOW WHAT MICHAEL WAS DOING WHILE HIS FRIEND WAS TRYING TO FUCK ME, HE WAS WATCHING AND JERKING OFF THAT’S WHAT HE WAS DOING!”
I called down to Ox who ran up the stairs and into the room going right to Eliza who reached out and hugged him and thanked him.
“Honey you don’t ever have to thank me, ok.”
I waved to Ox indicating I needed to talk to him, he nodded;
“Honey Andy’s going to sit with you for a minute I need to talk to Cyndie Ok?”
Eliza just nodded and Ox called Andy whispering something to him when he arrived. I watched as Andy went right to Eliza and Kissed her on the top of her head saying, “How ya doing Kiddo?”
Andy had a teenage daughter and he had a way of making people relax, and as we left the room I heard Eliza ask how Jenny his daughter was.
Ox virtually dragged me downstairs and into the kitchen,
“Please…I’ve got to come bad…” she begged, almost wanting to claw at the floor underneath her fingertips, her pussy already giving in to small spasms, her thighs widening and straining. “Please…I’ve got to come so hard. Please…please let me…please…” The irony was not lost on her that she was indeed begging just as much as he said she would.
“Now…” he ordered. “Now…”
Kayla cried out as her body, stretched to the breaking point, obeyed. She screamed at the overwhelming pleasure that seemed to rip her apart with the violent orgasm.
“Oh, yes, Steve!” she cried out. “Yes!”
Steve thrust into her hard and fast. Incredibly, she felt another orgasm building up. She felt as if she were about to become a mindless drooling mess as her pussy spasmed violently around him, milking him enthusiastically. For a moment, he stopped, only to pull her onto her feet and push her upon the wooden slab. Wrapping her legs around his shoulders, he thrust into her deep and hard. The hardness of the slab pressed relentlessly against her back as Steve pumped away at her like a wild man. The pain turned into a sort of pleasure; and she couldn’t believe it when she came again.
Kayla must have passed out at some point; for when she opened her eyes, Steve was naked and pressed against her, his arms curled around her protectively as they were both resting on their sides on the wooden slab.
As she felt her husband sleeping along her side, she wanted to cry. If only he could have remembered his past. The sex was incredible. It had always been good between them. But this time seemed to be so different than anything they had ever done before. So intense and brutal and salacious. But she missed the love. What she used to have with Steve was so much more. So much more that was lost to her forever…
“I love you, Sweetness…” Steve sighed, hugging her to his chest tightly.
A tear of hope streamed down Kayla’s cheek.
She was unable to rip her eyes off of him. His long legs, lean hips, strong chest and long flowing hair were unspeakably beautiful to her. At the same time, the fear she had been feeling since she first found herself was growing, but she felt strangely detached from the feeling.
He moved to stand in front of her kneeling form, looking down at her and standing in the easy pose of one who is used to being listened to and obeyed.
He knelt swiftly down until he was crouched in front of her. Slowly he reached out a long finger and placed it on the golden symbol that still hung around her neck. Lightly touching it with just the one finger, he spoke to her for the first time.
“You are mine. My cross draws you closer to me every second.”
She shook her head. “I can’t really be yours,” she whispered softly “I already belong to someone.”
His eyes narrowed at her defiance, but that was the only indication he gave her that he had even heard her statement.
He stood, motioning for her to do the same. She complied almost against her will. When she had reached her feet, he quickly swept her up into his strong arms. Feeling dizzy and totally out of control, she rested her head on his chest, breathing the intoxicating way he smelled deep into her lungs like a drug.
Still holding her, he turned around and walked slowly back over to the black alter. As they drew near, she saw a name had been carved into the side of the thick granite slab.
“Mark Calloway”
She reached up a tentative hand and touched his cool face. Running her hand lightly over his rough features, she asked “Mark? Is that your name?”
She could feel a shudder went through his body at her words, but once again he didn’t respond verbally to her. Instead he placed her gently onto the stone where he had been lying moments before.
She gasped in shock as the chilled stone made contact with her bare legs, buttocks and back. The stone was hard and uncomfortable, and it seemed to leech all the heat out of her body.
And then all of that was out of her head as if it had never been there as she looked up at him. His sharp green eyes were piercing down into her, and they stilled her squirming body as well as he could have by physically holding her down.
Her body seemed locked into place and he towered over her. She became terrified as she realized that she was actually unable to move, yet she also had to admit to herself that she was as aroused as she had ever been in her life.
As he spoke again, she felt as though an invisible hand thrust open her legs and started playing over her damp womanhood. He bent down and spoke directly into her ear, his voice softly vibrating through her entire body. His words had the feel of a ritual, though his voice was thick with lust.
‘The spirit of the Undertaker lives in you. You have been chosen.”
His hands went to her head and his voice turned into a growl and he pulled her over to him, guiding her full lips to his rapidly hardening cock. As he uttered the last word, he thrust himself into her wet mouth, effectively cutting off any protest she might have had.
He started moving within her, and when he spoke again, his voice was even deeper.
“Janelle, it is pointless to resist. You must accept the Lord of Darkness as your savior.”
His words sent a powerful thrill of fear mixed with desire running through her. She fought desperately for control over herself, but in truth, she knew that she was completely lost. He was too compelling, too perfect. She didn’t stand a chance against him.
She moaned as he pulled out of her mouth. He walked around the alter to the end where Janelle’s feet where lying. Grasping both of her ankles in one hand, he pulled her down so she slid over the rough granite until her firm round ass was right at the edge by his legs.
His eyes lit up with pale green fire as unholy power started running through him. As he ran those intense eyes over her helpless body, they became brighter as he noticed slight traces of her blood on the alter where the rough stone had scraped her.
Leaning over, he drew his fingers over her shallow cuts, collecting her blood on his fingertips. He spoke again in something that sounded to her like Latin. Then he thrust his bloody fingers into his mouth, and repeated himself in English.
“Allow the purity of evil to guide you.”
Without further ado, he spread her legs and thrust roughly into her. As they were joined, a bolt of lighting struck the open metal door, sending a shock through the entire stone building.
Janelle screamed once in denial as his cock and the electrical energy slammed into her. He began laughing, the sinister sound echoing around the chamber. He began to speak again in Latin, his laughter unnaturally prolonged to provide a bizarre counterpoint for his arcane chant.
As he was speaking, she felt the chain and pendant around her neck grow burning hot. She felt something, her soul maybe, rise up out of her body and into his. He slammed himself into her repeatedly, as he spoke, and although she was frightened, she still felt herself get ever closer to orgasm as he pounded into her. She started arching her back and hips to meet his brutal thrusts.
He growled out the final words to the spell as he plunged himself to the hilt inside of her. That last stroke pulled her over the edge, and she convulsed involuntarily as he poured his icy cold fluid into her.
She felt the energy he had absorbed from her slam back into her body, but now it was tainted with his unholy energy.
“Janelle. When I call for you, you will come to me.” He was not asking a question but stating a truth.
She answered anyway. “Yes Lord, I will come.”
* * * * *
She woke into the bright sunlight. She stumbled from the bed to the mirror. She gazed into it at her nude body, expecting to see cuts on her back, but her skin was smooth and unflawed. There was no physical trace of the night, but she could feel his power inside of her.
She stared at her reflection. She saw her image was holding some paper in her left hand. Looking down at her real hand, she saw that she was indeed holding some thick paper.
Carelessly sliding down onto the floor, she looked at what she held. It was an envelope of cream coloured thick paper with her name scribed in an old fashioned style on the front. Flipping it over, she saw that it was sealed with a red blot of wax. The same symbol that hung from the necklace around her neck was impressed into it.
Breaking it open, she pulled out a cream coloured piece of paper and two small white ones. She peered curiously at the two small papers. She was shocked when she saw what they were. One was a plane ticket to Detroit. The other was a ticket to the next major pay-per-view event, Survivor Series.
She flipped open the folded piece of cream paper, reading what was within.
‘You have been summoned’
As soon as she had read those 4 words, the paper and envelope exploded into flames, burning down until nothing, not even ashes was left.
She understood the message.
“Yes Lord, I will come to you.”
* * * * *
” I don’t understand! Where are you going?”
Janelle stopped just at the threshold of the door to her house. She looked back over her shoulder at her fiancé, and what she saw came close to breaking her heart.
He was standing there, his green eyes concerned. His beautiful face was set in a confused expression, and one hand was stretched out to stop her from leaving.
She was unable to stop herself from flinging herself into his arms. She tilted her face back and their lips met.
“God help me,” She thought, “I love him still.”
“I will be back,” She promised fervently “I have to go, I have been called. But I swear to you by all that is holy that I will return to you.”
She tore out of his arms suddenly, and before he could stop her, she was running out to the cab that was waiting on the street.
He wasn’t sure why, but he believed her.
“Then I will see you when you come back to me, Janelle!” He called after her departing figure.
* * * * *
Janelle sat in the front row of the sold out arena. Her heart pounded as she waited through the matches. At long last, the match she was waiting for arrived. Accompanied by his eerie music, the Undertaker made his way to the ring.
Janelle wasn’t paying a lot of attention to the match. Her eyes were focused entirely on the Undertaker. She was so close to him, and it was entirely different than seeing him on TV. He was strong and quick, completely and utterly perfect.
He never lost control during the whole match, totally dominating the man he was wrestling until that man looked like a child. The match didn’t last long, and the result was known to everyone far before the Undertaker tombstoned the kid and rolled him up for the pin. The crowd went wild, Janelle right along with them as the referee’s hand slapped the canvas the third time.
* * * * *
The last match had ended and the crowds were finally thinning. Janelle didn’t know what she was supposed to do. The Undertaker had not looked at her once the entire time he had been out and she was starting to think she’d made the whole thing up, perhaps even to the point of buying the tickets herself.
She sat there, thinking. The arena was completely empty now.
“Wow, I really need some help, I’d better go see a shrink.” She muttered to herself. She gathered her purse and coat and stood.
As soon as she reached her feet, there was a rush or air and suddenly the space in front of her was not empty anymore.
Enormous hands reached out and grabbed her shoulders, and then she was somewhere else.
* * * * *
“You dare to doubt your Lord?”
The voice was booming and thunderous, coming from above her head. Something pushed her down until she was kneeling on a cold stone floor. It was too dark for her to see, but she could hear perfectly as he started circling her.
Her eyes gradually adjusted, and she could see him stop in front of her. He was fully clothed in his wrestling gear. She couldn’t help but strain to see his strong tall form in the dark. Just the sight of him, the smell of him, was enough to have her aching to have him touch her.
He glared down at her and spoke again.
“You will never doubt me again.”
He reached down and lifted her effortlessly to her feet. His eyes scanned her body and she wasn’t entirely certain but she though he approved. When she had gotten dressed before the event she had made certain to clothe herself in the dark colours she thought he would approve of.
He moved back from her for a second, and she was able to see that she was in the place where he had last come to her in her sleep. She fell forwards onto the granite alter, feeling like someone had just proven to her that the sky was not actually blue but was instead blood red. She knew that people could not invade other peoples dreams. Dreams were not real…and yet…
She ran over to the door and looked outside. It was the same cemetery that had been in the first dream he was ever in. Suddenly the events of the last few months caught up with her and she screamed aloud in defiance.
“I will not be yours!”
He said nothing,only gestured and the metal door slid shut. He stalked slowly towards her, his eyes narrowed ominously. She knew that if she didn’t get out, her soul was lost forever.
She flitted desperately around the room with him slowly following. She now knew how a mouse being stalked by a cat would feel. She could tell her was patiently waiting for her to tire herself out.
Inevitably he caught her. He wrapped his arms around her and held her to his chest. She was too exhausted to struggle. He sunk down onto his knees, pulling her down with him. He raised her face to his until their eyes met.
Looking into his eyes, she became aware of images in her head that were not her own. She knew that he was projecting them to her, and tears began to stream down her cheeks.
She understood without any words passing between them how lonely he was. She knew that in her he had found the only fitting companion for him in the world. Silently he offered her what he possessed, everlasting existence with him.
She shook her head.
“Oh Mark,” She finally said, “I can’t! I promised him I would come back!”
Into her head the words appeared.
“What has been done cannot be undone. You are mine.”
He scooped her up into his large strong arms and carried her over to the altar again. He sensually removed her clothing, piece by piece until she stood bare in front of him. Knowing what she did, she knew that she should not allow this, but she found herself unable to resist touching his strong chest as he slid his shirt off.
He ran his hand gently over her face, and then bending down, kissed her. She felt any will to resist slip away as his kiss became more urgent.
He gently placed her on the alter and stripped off his leather pants until he was as bare as she was. He looked down at her and spoke to her again.
“I will not be alone anymore. The change has already begun to take place in you. When you die, you will inevitably come back to me. We are bound together.”
He kissed her again. His cold hands traveled down over her face, trailing lightly over her neck and brushing her breasts. She arched her back so her breast filled her hand, moaning aloud as he massaged the orb.
His other hand moved further, trailing down her slightly rounded stomach and to the curls nestled between her legs. Slowly he slipped a cool finger down over her clit and inside her.
She gasped as his finger entered her. He soon joined it with another and she showed her delight by starting to move her hips. He broke the kiss and climbed onto the alter to join her. His deep voice filled the room as his fingers were filling her.
“He can have you for now. But I will come for you once he is gone.”
He knelt on the rough stone between her spread legs and removed his fingers from inside her. She cried out desperately for him to fill her, and he did not disappoint.
He placed his large cock very carefully at her soaking wet entrance. The sensation was so incredible that Janelle couldn’t wait any longer. She moved her hips desperately, hissing in satisfaction as he slipped inside her.
He played her body like a musical instrument. With his mind and body he forced her beyond what she had previously thought she could endure.
Finally, the sexual assault on her mind and body was too much and she went crashing down over the edge, shouting aloud as orgasm ripped through her body. Her hands pounded the stone and she spasmed around his manhood.
He pounded into her, giving her the release that she was so desperate for. They came together, her arms coming up to hold him close to her as he spilled his seed deep inside her.
He looked down at her, and for the first time, he smiled.
“For now your heart belongs to him, but for always your soul is mine.”
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