(This series is a collaboration with my good friend Sanchez. His ideas, I ran with it. We will see how it evolves. He has a sound concept, and characters, I'm primarily piecing it all together and seeing how it plays out. We hope you enjoy our efforts.)
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MIDNIGHT Episode 34: RUNaWAY
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Mornin' sunshine!
Lillian Dawn Bearpaw opened her eyes to blindness, daylight glaring through the accordion doors of her new master's borrowed beach house. Straining her vision, she squinted to view the outside world to decide if it was all worth it. Waking alone in bed she tugged the sheets to her chest at an overpowering chill. Focus adjusting, she saw movement beyond the glass that lured her comprehension back into daylight savings time. Memory saved that is!
On the other side of the glass was the most extraordinary naked man she had ever met, that saying something considering her last few years serving a one Tomas Sylver. She was prepared to serve Tom forever if he allowed it, then in an unforeseen outcome Tom passed away in his sleep. He had cancer and did not tell her, wanting her to see him as a rock without weakness. To her surprise he left her well provided for, something she had never known, growing up in poverty. It took her grandparents to put her through college, then Tom paying all of her needs after meeting and training her. She was privileged to know such a great man. One that obviously approved of her new master. He whom allowed her to see past Tom for the very first time.
Nick Sanchez was beyond the glass on the large wooden deck facing the beautiful Atlantic Ocean. Absorbing his routine Dawn knew it was a form of Japanese meditation by his sleek musculature moves of hands and legs. While she had only guessed at his tattoo's inner meanings, she didn't truly understand the degree of study he obviously endured. His moves alone made it very clear he was versed in martial arts. Going from slow relaxing stretches to wilder somersault kicks then landing into a split that would have even made Dawn cringe, she thought only one thing. "Please don't hurt those magnificent balls." She needed their joyous content. Now she understood how it was so easy for him to disable Oliver Heavy Feather and his biker crew on the Rez. That man, that Kami, was a warrior born. In more ways than she might ever fully realize.
Exploring further without getting out of bed she noted a tray off toward the edge of the deck, just beyond his workout zone. Three teacups and a tiny pitcher lay in wait. "He must be expecting Midnight and I to join him once we wake up." Strangely, she dreaded getting out of bed, she was comfy and warm, even if the scent of urine and cum was vibrant. What he did to her last night, all night long until they each passed out was breathtaking. Sensuality one minute, then reverse psychology the next in destroying her in a harsh reality of forced painful maneuvers, then back and forth an hour at a chime. Glorious it was the careful balance. Zen!
Hearing whimpers at the foot of the bed, Dawn chose to abandon her cozy bedding and crawl to the end of the mattress to peer down at Midnight on her sleeping bag. She too had been watching her Kami just without reach. On her knees and upper body, Midnight had her arms pinned beneath her, but her hands were intensely active, fingers in her tiny asshole now that her plug was missing, and others preoccupied in massaging her clit. The exhaustive look in her brow led Dawn to note the humongous wet stains on the sleeping bag. Body twitching in an extravagant dance it was quite evident another stain was near.
Lying flat on the mattress Dawn lowered her right hand and caressed Midnight's ratted hair. "We need to brush your hair out. How long have you been awake?"
"I have not slept." Midnight mumbled moaning with heated pants. "I must atone for my mistakes."
"You're really into this aren't you?"
"I will not fail my Kami."
"Nor will I. We've never really had a chance to get to know each other before now. I look forward to spending time with you."
"This is my destiny."
"I suppose you're right. Commitment is not for us to decide. I wasn't certain I was ready to serve another, yet Nick... Kami... has a way of making one think clearly. I spent $2,800 on that silver necklace only to have him break it and tear it from my person. That's pretty insightful."
"It was immaterial." Midnight wheezed, her Kami's rippling physique making her wish he would walk in and take her. The added dosage of the drug X-AP347 in her system, her already intense hormonal surges were quadrupled and going insane.
"This is true. We must give up everything to serve him properly. You heard his wishes last night about the things I possess. They are his, I intend to sign over everything. He can buy the home as he offered, and I'll use it for others more so than myself. In the end I will have nothing but Kami, and I hope, your friendship."
Without warning Midnight brought up her massaging hand and took Dawn's holding it tightly. It was obvious Midnight hoped for the same. That, and she needed an anchor due to a most amazing orgasm. White cream trickles dripped from her cunt down upon her stained bed. Dawn mesmerized by the droplets drew Midnight's fingers up to her mouth and sucked upon them one at a time. Ending her tour, she kissed the girls knuckle and planted her palm over her cheek. "Well done, Midnight! Well done."
Embracing Midnight's quaking limbs, the gift of nearness spoke volume toward both slaves. A final kiss to Midnight's palm Dawn returned her gaze toward Nick. He was now seated with his back to them facing the tea tray, legs folded Indian style. Pouring tea by the looks of it Dawn had a hunch he would be expecting them. Rolling out of bed to her feet Dawn nearly tripped over Ollie the skull. Midnight swiftly reaching out to grab it and draw it beneath her as if guarding him with her life. Dawn a big fan of Lord of the Rings instantly thought of Gollum and mimicked the deluded Hobbit in a verse of, "My Precious." He was to Midnight it seemed. Dawn was closer in her opinion than she might ever suspect. Story for another day.
Shuffling to the door Dawn was unprepared for electronics. As if sensing her Nick poised a remote over his shoulder and triggered the accordion doors into auto circulation. Before even touching the handle, the entire wall retracted, and the early morning rush of Atlantic air groped their every pore. Eyes closing at the refreshing gust Dawn sighed.
"Good morning to you too." Remote lowered Nick then patted his shoulders without speaking any command. Wiggling out on to the deck Lillian Dawn dropped to her knees behind him and massaged his shoulders, her breasts teasing his back. A moment of calm before the storm they say. Kissing his cheek, she sighed. "Would you like me to make breakfast?"
"No! I'll be taking you to the diner for breakfast."
"Midnight?"
