5.

A jogger is out doing her thing on an early autumn morning and it is clear that it is indeed autumn morning, in case anyone would have had cause to wonder otherwise, for fallen brown crisp leaves are many, sun is low, and the air is cool though not so cool that anything more than regular light workout clothing during workout periods is not yet necessary. The sun is low, in your face, ready to either be admired or to provoke the unwilling with its dazzling, blindingly glow. The offering is a strong orange glow, and it is not so strong that it may be of total distraction to this particular person, whose daily excursions have created a certain adaptation.

There is a slim off main track trail she likes to take every once in a while, and today is one of those days worthy of trekking a little more away from routine. The tail is a slim dirt road heading slightly up hill. It can be a testing run but not too much of an alteration from the regular trail.

As it is on this day, our jogger doesn't get so far up this trail though manages to face a heck of a challenge. She falls and falls quite heavily, not so badly that any real damage is done though still, on another day a fall like this might have caused some harm to the point it might have led to unconsciousness.

Even though she is only on this trail a matter of seconds, she has passed to a far enough point that if any damage had been done, she might have been left there undiscovered for some time. Thankfully this is not the case. Investigation begins, as the way she came down was such that she didn't just slip and fall, she had connected with something.

Indeed, she did come across something, and it is most certainly something she would never expect to come across. A hand and half a forearm sticking up out of the ground. This is what she had tripped over as if it had almost reached up out of the ground to grab her. Dawn of the Dead, not quite but still. It is clear the rest of this person is underground and dead indeed at that too.

A scream is released and before long, the jogger is accompanied by those close enough to hear and respond in a timely manner to her scream.

News reports, when they air, are able to confirm connections between this find and that of another body six days earlier. Both are women, and have been identified, both had been kidnapped, tortured and starved before being raped, murdered and buried in shallow graves. Hands and feet too had been removed premortem.

It is heavily believed the two were murdered by the same person. With the amount of young missing women on the books, it is uncertain as to if there are other women out there waiting to be found. It is also unclear as to if there are and victims currently being held hostage, if hostage is the word to use. Perhaps prisoner is a better fit.

Police are recommending people to be vigilant, move in pairs where appropriate and if anyone has any information, they should step forward as soon as possible. Hotlines have been set up too for reported suspicious activity and for those with possible relevant worries.

***

The cabin was beautiful and well suited for a couple on a special kind of get-away. Its queen-sized bed boasted a lovely thick duvet in stylish embroidered grey patterns. Placing my bag down I glanced around nodding appreciatively. Is it odd that I feel perfectly comfortable with all this? I'm not confusing comfortability with invincibility. This just has a perfect feel about it. This is not a fairytale story, and I am not a princess but I may as well be.

Troy came up behind me to also look around. When I spun around, I was in his arms. His sudden kiss made me jump. Stepping back, he cocked an eyebrow. He wasn't gonna waste any time and that's just fine with me, but ya know, I must resist, at least a little.

'Sorry, wasn't expecting you to be ... you know ... right there' I said lamely. His grin broadened; he could see right through me though he might be up to being a little playful too.

'I'm a little sneaky that way, huh?'

My arms rested on his forearms. They were hard as rock. I felt my nether regions moisten and my hips automatically pushed itself against his groin as if some magnetic force was at work here. Noticing this, he pushed me onto the bed, his tongue soon finding its way deep into my mouth as he plundered it. Definitely no time wasting being in effect.

'Fuck,' he grunted against my lips. 'All this time I've wondered what it was like to kiss your lips, they're so goddamn soft ... so full.'

Troy's words were punctuated with each nibble and bite. His words thrilled me to no end as his hands made their way down my body, lifting the edge of my skirt. My pantyhose, no protection against his strong fingers as he tore his way in. His sheer strength made me want to fuck him wildly.

His fingers found their way to my moist lips. He was surprisingly gentle as his opened them with thumb and middle finger to allow his index access to my sweet heat. We both groaned audibly as he slid his finger deep inside. My body stiffening into an arch, I held my hips up for his finger to stroke my depths.

'Oh ... fuck,' I mumbled against his face, kissing his cheek, and finding his mouth once more on mine.

The weight of his body was surprisingly heavy, but oddly right at the same time. I don't know why exactly I thought he'd be lighter. The size of him as he walked into the café not all so long ago, could only mean a heavy guy, but to actually feel him on me, both excited and surprised me. Briefly pinned, I supposed, and being dominated ... well, this will do me ... exactly what is occurring.

'Ah fuck,' he grunted, moving downwards quickly pushing my legs apart and flipping my skirt up in one smooth fluid movement. He tore a larger hole in my hose aggressively pulling my nether region up towards his face as he dove in. The cold of his face against the heat of my mound felt delicious as his tongue, that had plundered my mouth now sought to do the same with my labia.

Still fully clothed, my knee-high boots still on, my legs wrapped themselves around his head, resting happily on his shoulders. I felt his tongue dip into me as his fingers spread me open even more, baring my inner workings to the cool air. Is there a window open? Heck, such a thing shouldn't concern me. Troy's tongue prodded perfectly, sending lightening sparks into my head. I breathed sharply as more juice filled my cavern for him to sup from.

Rising quickly, it was as though Troy wanted all of me at once, tearing at my zipper to get my jacket off, my shirt, my bra. Aiding him, I began stripping him marvelling at the sight of his body. My eyes lusted after the well-defined torso and thickness of him. I sat up to lick his nipple and bite his chest.

None too gently, Troy shoved me back on the bed to feast on my breasts, taking one first into his mouth. Taunting, teasing the nipple into a stiff peak. Grazing the end of it causing me to almost buckle under him. He didn't seem to notice my whimpers as I pushed against his frame, instead moving to the other side, soft globe in hand and mouth, teasing it to a heightened crest.

'Oh GOD,' I heard my voice, almost ripped from my throat as he worked over my sensitive nipples, dipping his fingers repeatedly into my wetness, stroking my pulsating clitoris into a frenzy. His palm flat against my mound, finger stroking upwards.

I've heard many a time how men can't multitask. Troy blew that myth out of the water as he worked my nipples, vagina, and lips into a crazed heated lust. My mind ablaze with fire as his tongue expertly licked over my nipples. He moved back down to rest between my legs, biting the soft inner thigh as he licked up droplets of my dew moistening my lips.

Suddenly he was gone, off me. My eyes flew open only to be met by him tearing off his jeans and shoes, his speed made me smile. Standing bare, Troy's manhood stood stiff and hard, pulsating as if to say, 'come here.'

Pulling me towards him and then on him I held on with legs and arms as he leant back to slide me on to his rigid pole. God the power of this man thrilled me to no end as his fingers dig into my ass cheeks grinding my hips into his.

Then, without even a hint, Troy pile-drove me into the bed, slamming us both down hard, his penis dug deep into my folds. With it he bounced us both up and down with jack hammer rhythm pushing us against the bed, my body forced across its width, with each powerful thrust.

This is it, a positive match. It is he; I am sure of it. It is not directly from a dream, if they were dreams, no yacht, no shower, but the feeling, the power, the strength. It was ... is ... right, as right as can be.

Pulling out, Troy grabbed my wrist pulling me up from the bed, his other hand guiding my head down to his waiting wet cock. Hungrily I licked my juices off it, the smell of my sex heavy on him. Troy moaned in pleasure as I took his shaft into my hand pumping it up and down into my mouth, my tongue finding the groove in his head, the rim of it as it mushroomed out of his foreskin. Troy's hands either side of my head keeping it in place as his hips began rocking back and forth.

Sucking harder I found myself wanting as much of him as I could get, he tasted so damn good. My excitement built and I soon found myself flipped over onto my knees. More raw power as he took himself and ploughed into my willing and able anatomy, the feel of his thickness sliding along my inner walls made me shudder in delight. His balls slapping against my cheeks and his grunts as he pounded me had me fingering myself into ecstasy as he heated my pussy with rigid determination.

'Ah shit, I'm cumming'... he grunted loudly as he struck my sweet spot over and over again. Pulling out quickly, I spun on him taking his load, warm, tangy, and sweet. His penis pulsated its dregs, a drop escaping my mouth, sliding slowly down towards my chin.

Breathing hard, Troy looked down at me.

'Oh shit, woman' was all he could manage.

Troy fell beside me, the pair of us looking downwards. Suddenly we started laughing. We still had our boots on. The laughing, well his anyhow, went on a little long, at least I thought so, but there was nothing to see in that I told myself.

Then I thought of Karen. I don't need a conscience, do I? I'm not yet twenty, she would tell me I do, but this is my life, nothing happened where I was an unwilling participant. That's just it thought. Isn't it? I'm too willing. What can all this lead to?