Black Heart of Man

Authors Notes: This is a test story I am writing. I writing it from pure ideas, without a plot in mind, but there will be one. There will be some murder, rape, underage sex, and consensual. And two incest cases.

I will try to update at least once every few weeks. So, if you enjoy it, please be patient with me. Working 30 hours a week, with 5 hours of school Monday-Friday, and my girlfriend take up a lot of time.

Summary: Six strangers get kidnapped by an organization led by an evil man. The organization places them in a deserted zone. There are guns, food, knives, and swords of all sorts hidden all around the forest-like area. Many people have made bets on who will be the last surviving. The contestants do not know that none of them will live, they only know that they must survive, and become the last one alive. The last one alive will be killed, so he can not spread the news of the organization.

Characters:
Main:
Arin Smith
Steven Hudson
Christopher Heston
Sarah Jones
Christina Blake
Heather Watts

Sub:
Dr. Clarke
Mistress Slevina
David Bixxen

Chapter Two: Steven Hudson's downfall.

The wind howled, screaming ghost-like moans through the high-topped trees. Steven sat in a white beach folding-chair, watching his children play with the dog, Twinky. Twinky was a small dog, golden brown legs and tail, with everything else being cream white.

Steven had been working for twelve hours that day, his electricity going out. He had to stay to oversee the trashing of the products currently being made. His company had lost around four-hundred-thousand-dollars worth of product. Now, after being yelled out at by his boss, he was at home, drinking a cold bear, watching his two beautiful children, with one hour left before dark. Calling out to his children, Max and Katie, he told them to finish their game, and told them that he was going inside.

It was a pleasantly warm day with a cooling breeze blowing through the land. Clara, Steven's wife, stood at the counter, using a fork to press the crust of a pie she was going to make for dessert. Even at the age of forty-one, she was still a looker. Five foot six inches, long silky black hair that framed her heart shaped face. Eyes as black as the deepest night, they looked like giant pools of wisdom, of love. A man could lose himself in her eyes. She had round hips from two childbirths, and long legs. She made sure everyone stayed healthy, even going so far as to make Steven run with her every morning for three or so miles.

Her face was clear of blemishes, but her nose was just a tad crooked. Her only flaw, as Steven saw matters. Her tits were still firm, if a little lower than they had been twenty years ago. They still were full and plump from her days of nursing Max and Katie. Slim, without being skinny, she pulled off the look of mother, house-owner, and workingwoman well. Her lips curved in a small smile as she saw him looking her over. Even after twenty-three years of marriage, they had a very spontaneous sex life.

"Hey sweetie," Steven said, husky voice grating. She loved his voice. "Did I ever tell you how great you look in an apron?" His smile nearly matched hers for brilliance. White teeth showing on both sides, they giggled slightly. She put down the fork in her hand, and walked to him gracefully. Swisk, swisk her apron and dress sounded as she moved.

She embraced him lightly, arms going around his neck, pushing her breasts into his chest. Smiling at him still, she spoke softly, "Stevie, I missed you today." Her voice was musical; heaven incarnate. "After the pie filling is mixed in, and we give the kids some, you wanna take me upstairs and. . ." She winked then, letting his imagination run its course.

He bent his neck, his lips taking hers. Gently at first, a good-day, how-are-you kiss. Before lone, it became more, much more. Tongues intertwined, hands holding each others heads close. Soft lips met rough lips passionately.

"I may, Clara, dear." He said after he ended the kiss. "But first, I want some pie." He grinned at her shocked expression. A guy turning down sex must seem like Jesus come back, to her. He laughed inwardly at his own thoughts.
She punched him in the ribs hard enough to make him grunt, but then smiled. A dark gleam coming into her dark eyes as she started to giggle. "You can have some pie afterwards, babe." She now smiled at his shocked expression. Twenty-three years of marriage, and I still get shocked at her being forward like this, he thought grimly. I might as well stick my peeter into the oven for all the good my comment did.

"Okay, but one condition," he said, husky voice grating again. He waited for her to ask the simple and obvious question.

"What condition?"

"I get to do whatever I want?" She really roared at that. "I'm kidding!" She had started to speak, but he interrupted her. "I want to do it doggy-style. It's been years since we last did it that way." He wasn't whining.

"Don't whine, you're no good at it."

Okay, so maybe I was whining. He kissed her one more time, then went to the back door, and yelled, "Time to come in kids! Momma's pie is almost done." They came running, little Twinky running behind lovingly.

"Coming, papa!" Katie cried out. "But it's still light out, ya know." He had to stop showing her how to be a smartass. Grinning at her as she entered, he picked her up by one arm. Looking straight into her eyes.

"Well, Katie, I can obviously see there is still sunlight raining down on the yard, but maybe we should get your eyes checked. The entire yard is covered in shadows." Her face turned from child happiness to horrible fear instantly. She turned her head to look outside, and then back to her mother.

"Steven! Don't scare her like that, you big buffoon." She was hiding a smile herself though.

"Fine, fine," he whispered as he put Katie down. "Now go get washed up." He looked at Max, and saw his clothes were slathered with dirt and mud. "And you, little boy, go change as well." Max's smile faltered, and sighed.

"Fine, daddy, but you better get changed too!" He ran off before Steven could reply, but he was momentarily distracted by Clara giggling.

"He got you, Steven. Look at your shirt." Her giggled turned into full-blown laughter as Steven looked down. A glob of mud smudged his white shirt. Growling at Clara, he ran up the stairs to his and Clara's bathroom. He put the shirt in the sink, and turned the cold water on lightly. Walking back into his room, he pulled open the top drawer of his dresser. Pulling out a clean blue t-shirt, he put it on.

The bed nearby was not made-up, and the candles unlit. So, it was spontaneous. Grabbing a strike-anywhere match from the fireplace mantle, he struck it on the bricks. Walking around the room, he lit all forty-one candles in the room. Coincidence? I think not. A little vanity doesn't hurt, I guess.

Walking back down stairs, he saw both kids sitting happily at the table, slurping away at their pie. Clara was putting everything in the sink, and no longer wore the apron. Grabbing her by the wrist, he pulled her, or tried to, to the stairs. She kept grumbling and trying to break free, but he didn't let up. Once he was on the staircase, he picked her up, and ran the rest of the way to their bedroom. Closing the door with his leg, he walked now to the bed, and laid her down atop it. Following her, he began kissing her forehead, her nose, her eyelids.

Soft moans came out of Clara as Steven worked his magic upon her face. Leaning to one side, his lips grabbed hold of her earlobe, his teeth nibbling away. His hands began rubbing her sides, up and down. Pushing roughly so she would feel it beneath her shirt. Kissing her face from her ear to her lips, he took her lips in an embrace as the moan erupted. His tongue entered her mouth, exploring it's depths, hers doing the same with him.

Steven took one had from her side, and still kissing her, his hand snaked it away underneath her shirt, tickling her tummy as it slithered upwards slowly. The hand reached her bra-clad chest, his lips and body keeping her pinned. He massaged the cloth-covered mounds, drawing short curved runes with his fingers on the tops of her breasts. More moans came from her lips, bubbling inside his mouth.

Steven broke the kiss, and drew his hand from underneath her shirt so he could pull off his own shirt. His muscled chest and stomach gleaned with sweat. Hands suddenly were touching him, making him moan. "Clara. . ." He moaned her name, "That feels. . . so good." After his shirt was completely off, he pulled up her shirt, her head and arms raising so he could take it off her. Once her shirt was discarded on the floor, he attacked her chest, pulling down her red bra. Lips, tongue, teeth attacking her hard nipples, hands running wildly all across her body. Deep-throated groans and moans escaped his wife, making his actions more wild. He was so turned on, he didn't know if he could last until Clara climaxed. Kissing her breasts everywhere, her tummy and belly button, his hands started on her hips. Firm, and round, they felt like heaven beneath his hands.

He began tugging her skirt down, hands pausing to rub and roam. His mouth still working on her upper body, her moans encouraged him to move faster. Letting himself go wild, he stood up at the foot of the bed, pulling her skirt and panties down in one swift movement as his lover lifted her hips for him. Lifting on of her feet, his hands started rubbing her foot. Knowing that he would be in trouble if he didn't pleasure her, he tried his best to hold back.

After a few minutes on each foot, sighs came from his wife's sexy lips. He went for her core. Hair trimmed, and glistening with her wetness, he started kissing the insides of her thighs, sucking and nibbling on the skin. A long moan, and liquid gushing out of her pussy let him know he had done his job. He stood up again, looking at her face. Sweat fell in beads, eyes glazed over in pleasure, and her mouth parted slightly.

Bending over her, he began to kiss her some more. His hands had seemingly unconsciously pulled down his pants and boxers. His cock was rubbing against her snatch, getting coated with her juices. She started to sit up, her lips finally coming alive with his. She started to roll over onto her knees. She listens well after all, the thought came randomly.

Once Clara was on her hands on knees, legs spread wide and waiting, hanging over the bed, Steven started running his hands over her back. Slowly, softly, he ran them down her back, to her hips, her ass, and finally to her pussy. She was sighing and moaning his name now, and the sounds urged him on. Unable to wait anymore, he grabbed his cock, and guided it towards her open and waiting twat. Pushing it in just past the head, he felt his climax wanting to come out now. He stopped it with a tight grip near the base, and thrust into his willing wife.

A loud groan of pleasure and pain seemed to echo along the room, bouncing to and fro. Steven let his dick stay inside his wife, unmoving, for several seconds. He loved the feeling of her tight pussy just clenching and unclenching around his member. Hands going to her hips, he started to pull himself out. "Clara, god you're still so tight," he whispered, a groan emitting from his closed mouth as her inner walls closed tightly around him. He pulled nearly all the way out before thrusting back in. Hard. He pushing forward with that thrust, pulling her by the hips back into him. "Ahhhhh. . ." Clara writhed underneath him. "So big," she whispered. Steven thought it wasn't meant to be heard.

He began thrusting in the same fashion, pushing and pulling. His sack slapped against her pelvis, a loud clap resounding with each powerful thrust. It was getting hard to hold back from cumming, but he felt it was needed. Leaning over her back, he started kissing down her spine, shivers running through her body to his as he did. His thrusts began to quicken, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His wife screamed in pleasure beneath him, moaning his name every other breath.

"I'm about too. . ." Steven started to say, but suddenly her muscled clenched so hard around his member he couldn't move. He shot his load deep into her as she released her own juices. "Oh. My. God." He whispered, emphasizing each word. "That was. . . AMAZING!" He whispered vehemently,

His wife collapsed as soon as he let go of her hips. "I am numb," she said tiredly. "In a good way." Her eyes were closed, her face was drenched with sweat, and her lips were quivering. "You haven't fucked me so well in years! What," she paused to take a deep breath. "What got into you?"

He smiled, his knees wanting to give out beneath him. "You did, Clara." He walked around to the side of the bed where her mouth was, and bent down to kiss her. "I love you, baby." He said, and then her shaky hand reached out and grabbed his half-hard cock softly. Her touch was like electricity. It was hard as ever instantly, and she smiled.

"I love you too, and your big cock." He had never really cared how big his dick was, but she had measured him ten years ago. When he was standing erect, his dick was almost ten inches long, and thick to boot. Good breeding, his wife always said.

She pulled him by his dick towards her, and she began to lick his member free of juices. It was Steven's turn to moan. Her tongue went all around his dick, her hand had strayed to his balls, squeezing softly, and then rubbing them. She engulfed his dick, slowing trying to get it all in her mouth. After five inches, she gagged once, but she kept going deeper, her hand working it's magic. He was shaking now, getting ready to release his spunk again. She had eight inches in her mouth, gagging every bit. I have to give her credit it for trying. Eight inches is more than her normal limit. She kept going deeper, her tongue starting to tickle the bottom of his shaft, and her hand still worked quickly on his balls.

Moans, groans, grunts, sighs of pleasure. All sorts of noises came from his mouth as Clara tried her hardest to deep-throat all of his cock. Steven couldn't stand it. His hands went to her head, and he thrust hard into her throat, making her choke and gag. He pulled himself out of her mouth so that only the tip was remaining, and then jammed it back in with all his might. He came deep in her throat, a loud groan of deepest pleasure made his entire body go numb for a second.

Clara pulled her head away and smiled up at him. "I tried so hard." Clara whined softly, even while smiling. Her eyes sparkled with pleasure and disappointment.

"I know, baby, I know. It was fucking amazing!"

Steven saw something out of the corner of his eye, and then something pierced his wifes neck, and she wavered, and then passed out. "What the fuck?!" He shouted, turning towards the man who had done the deed, but before he could do anything, his own neck was pierced. Darkness insued.