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Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
5,445
Reviews:
22
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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The Calm Before The Storm
Chapter 9
John stood, his hands spread, his feet flat on the ground, watching the men around him as they slowly circled. It was dark in the jungle, rain pouring from the sky. He was naked, all his armor, weapons, and any clothing that might protect him having been stripped away. He had been captured. The Charlies had finally gotten their hands on their most hated enemy. He had been taken to their camp and sentenced to be knifed to death at the hands of a vicious female officer. However, she had made a fatal mistake. She had underestimated the strength that John’s berserker fury could give him. As the torture had progressed, his rage had grown; gotten stronger, until finally he had torn apart the sturdy wood frame he was tied to. Now, it was a fight. To the death.
Two of the men charged, one drawing his knife back for a neck swipe while the other went for John’s gut. Moving with incredible speed, John ducked the first swipe, and then spun aside from the stab. The soldier stumbled, thrown off balance, and John grabbed him by the neck. Lifting him high in the air, John slammed the man face-first through the two-inch thick oak table that held the tools of torture. The man fell to the ground and did not move. John dove for his knife, snatching it up in mid-roll. He pushed off with his hands and sprang to his feet as another man rushed in. The knife flashed through the air, and the man fell, blood spurting as John withdrew the blade from his opponent’s eye. He reversed his grip on the hilt and spun backwards as another man came in for a stab. The knife slammed into his throat and he fell back, blood flying through the air, clutching his neck. John wrenched the knife from the corpse’s throat, nearly tearing the head off, and headed for the next one.
The soldiers were trembling, terrified at having witnessed the death of their companions. John stood there, his hands spread, blood dripping from his wounds, and waited. Lightning flashed across the sky, outlining him in its glare, making him seem otherworldly, like a god of death. One of them reached for a gun. With one huge leap, John was on him. He broke the wrist reaching for the gun like it was a dry twig, then snapped the man’s neck with an incredibly savage blow to the head. The last one threw down his knife and turned to run. John was on him in two steps. He picked him up by his throat and groin, lifted him in the air, and brought him down across his knee. With a sickening crack, the soldier’s spine broke. He shrieked in pain, bloodcurdling howls echoing through the night. John slammed the knife into his face and cut off his shrieks.
Slowly, the berserk soldier turned and faced the woman who was almost the end of him. She cowered away from him, slipping and falling in the mud. He lifted her up by her hair and threw her across the camp, into the huge fire that they had built there to keep their tools of torture hot. She landed full in the flames and screamed as they blistered her flesh. Leaping from the fire, she rolled about in the mud, extinguishing the flames. John waited until she was out and still, then he picked her up again. She howled as she landed in the fire once more. Staggering to her feet, she tried to step out, and was knocked back in by a brutal blow to the face. She fell back into the heart of the inferno and was still, finally having been claimed by the dancing flames. John stood there with a savage smile on his face and watched as she burned. Then, as the battle-rage began to fade, the pain and shock of his wounds overtook him and he collapsed.
* * *
John sat bolt upright in bed, drenched in sweat, adrenaline flowing through him. He looked wildly around his room, ready to strike at the slightest movement, as the dream faded. After a moment, he finally calmed down enough to realize that he was alone in his room, under no attack, and safe. With a sigh he laid back down, a hand over his eyes.
He despised these flashbacks, these dreams of the past. One time was quite enough to go through a war. What he really hated was that they reminded him of what he used to be. In Vietnam, he had been a psychopath, a berserker, unstoppable. He’d killed anyone who got in his way, without thought or hesitation, and some of those deaths haunted him to this day. When he’d joined the CIA, they had taught him control and he’d left those rages behind him, swearing never to go berserk again. So far, he hadn’t. Oh, make no mistake; he had killed, often and without mercy. But he’d never lost control, never gone on a rampage.
“And I never will,” he said aloud. With that resolution in his mind, he lay down and went back to sleep.
* * *
Jerod Perry sat in his room, dark thoughts of revenge running through his head. That big pig didn’t know who he was dealing with. Jerod’s dad was a high class lawyer. He was very successful and was best known for winning the murder trial of Antonio Carbone, a powerful Mafia lord. The trial had resulted in a not-guilty, thanks to skillful jury selection on the part of the elder Perry. Rumors flew that bribes and intimidation were involved, but no accusations had been made. Since then, whenever David Perry needed a favor, all he had to do was ask the Don. Jerod intended to cash in on that.
David Perry came into the room and sat at his son’s side, his face hardening when he saw the bandages across his boy’s nose. John’s savage thrust into the lockers had smashed Jerod’s nose in and busted one cheekbone.
“Who did this to you, son?” he said, his voice mixed concern and anger.
“This guy at school,” Jerod said thickly, barely able to speak. “Some bitch teacher accused me of harassing this chick and tried to beat me up. Well, with Davey and Smiley there, man, she couldn’t, so she had her boyfriend beat me up.”
“Who was the boyfriend?” asked his father.
“He was some freaking huge motherfucker, man. Bigger than Davey. Took us down like we were girl scouts, and we were fighting all the way. He just walked up and started whooping on us, man, didn’t say a word.”
“I’ll find this man, son,” said his father. “He’ll pay. Don’t worry about that.”
“Thanks Dad,” said Jerod. “You’re a great father.”
* * *
Dawn wearily walked up the hall toward John’s apartment. It was the end of another long day, and she wanted nothing more than to relax in his arms. Exams were here, which meant the end of school was near, but also meant more work than ever before for her. Her kids were still not paying attention and she was beginning to despair of any of them getting to the next grade. Perhaps three or four would make it, such as Maria, but most were doomed to fail. Jerod and his posse, at least, weren’t causing trouble any more. Dawn grinned. She took a very personal pleasure at seeing the casts on their bodies. Jerod had a huge nose plaster on, Jim was wearing a neck brace, and Smiley was on crutches.
She came to the door and knocked. A full minute went by. She knew he was using the small camera above the door to check and see if she was alone. It didn’t look like it, but John’s apartment was a fortress. He actually owned it. He’d paid cash for it when the old landlord had left. The door was two inch steel, the walls around it were steel, the windows were triple-pane bulletproof glass, and the walls of the apartment were all reinforced. John wanted to live in safety despite his dangerous occupation. Dawn felt very safe when she was in there. Now that she knew how to use guns, the room that once frightened her fascinated her instead.
The door finally opened and Dawn smiled at her man. He was dressed in shorts and a tee shirt and appeared to have been working out. Dawn was over her first impression, can’t-say-no attraction to John. Now, she could truly appreciate how handsome his face was. Dawn had been shocked when John had revealed to her that he was forty-six years old. On first seeing him, she’d thought he was in his early thirties. Still, she thought as he took her into his arms and kissed her, he certainly hadn’t slowed down with age. She rested her head against his chest and sighed.
“Man, I’m glad to see you,” she said.
“Hard day?” he asked.
“You have no idea,” she said, slipping out of his embrace and setting her things on the hall table. Behind her, he made sure the door was securely locked and that the intrusion detectors where in place. Dawn kicked out of her shoes and headed to the bedroom, where she kept a spare set of clothes. She slept here often enough that it was worth it to keep some of her things here. Ten minutes later, clad comfortably in sweats and a tee-shirt, she sat on the couch, snuggling with John, watching some dumb comedy movie on TV. She told him about her day and he made all the appropriate noises of sympathy. Bored with the comedy, Dawn grabbed the remote and idly began switching channels. She came across an adult network. Onscreen, a man was kissing a woman’s neck passionately while his hands stroked and squeezed her breasts. Giggling, Dawn shut the TV off.
“That was . . . interesting,” she said, looking back at John.
He stared down at her. “Give you any ideas?”
Her breath came slightly faster. His gaze was intense. He pulled her tight against him and they kissed, hard, passionately, twining their tongues together. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him harder against her, crushing their lips together. They broke apart and he stroked his fingers through her hair, cradling her head as he began to kiss her neck. She gasped as his lips moved up and down her neck and across her jawline; light, feathery kisses that left lines of fire behind them. His hands slid underneath her tee-shirt and stroked across her stomach, slowly moving toward her braless breasts. Dawn reached down and lifted the shirt off, throwing it aside. John wrapped both arms around her waist, pulling her very close, and brought his mouth down to her breast. She closed her eyes and threw her head back as his tongue moved across the bottom of her breast. He brought both hands up to cup her orbs and took her nipple into his mouth, sucking gently. She moaned softly, pulling his head closer to her. He moved back up and kissed her lips hard. She slid her hands under his shirt and lifted it off, running her hands over his shoulders and chest.
John picked her up and put her against the wall, holding her there while he continued to kiss and lick her breasts. He slowly lowered her to the floor, then slide back and moved his tongue across her stomach. She giggled when his tongue traced her abs. He moved his hands up her legs and then slid her sweatpants off over her firm butt and thighs. She moaned loudly when he lightly ran his tongue over her wet slit, through the white thong she was wearing. Taking the hem in his teeth, he slid the lacy garment down, then sat up and pulled it completely off. Dawn reached out then and tugged at his shorts, sliding them down to his knees. He wasn’t wearing underwear, and his manhood stood long and proud in front of her. She slid her hand along it as he stood and kicked the shorts aside. Then he lay back down and began to move his tongue between her legs. Dawn leaned back against the wall and moaned as he swirled his tongue around her clit, running his hand over her stomach and thighs. He trailed a hand down and slid a finger into her, stroking it over her spot, causing her to arch her back and gasp his name. He licked harder, faster, and she cried out and came hard, pushing her hips against his face and grabbing handfuls of his hair. With one final cry her orgasm ended and she lay back against the wall, gasping, her eyes closed.
John held her in his arms and let her catch her breath. After a minute, she pulled him to her and kissed him savagely. She traced her nails over his abs and took his cock in her hand, stroking it slowly. She moved down from his mouth, kissing her way across his massive chest, down over his slim waist and rock hard stomach. She came to his cock and took it in her mouth, sliding her tongue over his head. Dawn sucked hard, stroking his shaft with one hand. John closed his eyes and breathed hard, touching her cheek and pulling her hair back out of her face. She sucked harder, taking as much of him into her mouth as she could, tracing her nails along the underside of his cock and then over his balls. Her own arousal grew as she tasted his. She sucked him hard one more time and then climbed on top of him and lowered herself down onto his manhood.
They both cried out as he thrusted into her hard, burying his cock fully in her soft pussy. They moved in rhythm, meeting each other’s thrusts, moaning loudly. Dawn threw her head back and called out his name as she came hard, her walls clenching his cock hard. He answered with a cry of his own as he exploded inside her with one last, powerful thrust. Dawn collapsed on top of her man and they both simply lay there, spent and satisfied. Maybe there was trouble in the world for them both, but right now at least, life was perfect.
END CHAPTER 9
A/N: Ah, the calm before the storm. How terribly deceptive it can be *Incredibly evil grin.* Hope you enjoyed this, let me know! As for the next chapter, well, they had better BE PREPAAAARED! (Scar voice; I’ve been watching too much Lion King.)
John stood, his hands spread, his feet flat on the ground, watching the men around him as they slowly circled. It was dark in the jungle, rain pouring from the sky. He was naked, all his armor, weapons, and any clothing that might protect him having been stripped away. He had been captured. The Charlies had finally gotten their hands on their most hated enemy. He had been taken to their camp and sentenced to be knifed to death at the hands of a vicious female officer. However, she had made a fatal mistake. She had underestimated the strength that John’s berserker fury could give him. As the torture had progressed, his rage had grown; gotten stronger, until finally he had torn apart the sturdy wood frame he was tied to. Now, it was a fight. To the death.
Two of the men charged, one drawing his knife back for a neck swipe while the other went for John’s gut. Moving with incredible speed, John ducked the first swipe, and then spun aside from the stab. The soldier stumbled, thrown off balance, and John grabbed him by the neck. Lifting him high in the air, John slammed the man face-first through the two-inch thick oak table that held the tools of torture. The man fell to the ground and did not move. John dove for his knife, snatching it up in mid-roll. He pushed off with his hands and sprang to his feet as another man rushed in. The knife flashed through the air, and the man fell, blood spurting as John withdrew the blade from his opponent’s eye. He reversed his grip on the hilt and spun backwards as another man came in for a stab. The knife slammed into his throat and he fell back, blood flying through the air, clutching his neck. John wrenched the knife from the corpse’s throat, nearly tearing the head off, and headed for the next one.
The soldiers were trembling, terrified at having witnessed the death of their companions. John stood there, his hands spread, blood dripping from his wounds, and waited. Lightning flashed across the sky, outlining him in its glare, making him seem otherworldly, like a god of death. One of them reached for a gun. With one huge leap, John was on him. He broke the wrist reaching for the gun like it was a dry twig, then snapped the man’s neck with an incredibly savage blow to the head. The last one threw down his knife and turned to run. John was on him in two steps. He picked him up by his throat and groin, lifted him in the air, and brought him down across his knee. With a sickening crack, the soldier’s spine broke. He shrieked in pain, bloodcurdling howls echoing through the night. John slammed the knife into his face and cut off his shrieks.
Slowly, the berserk soldier turned and faced the woman who was almost the end of him. She cowered away from him, slipping and falling in the mud. He lifted her up by her hair and threw her across the camp, into the huge fire that they had built there to keep their tools of torture hot. She landed full in the flames and screamed as they blistered her flesh. Leaping from the fire, she rolled about in the mud, extinguishing the flames. John waited until she was out and still, then he picked her up again. She howled as she landed in the fire once more. Staggering to her feet, she tried to step out, and was knocked back in by a brutal blow to the face. She fell back into the heart of the inferno and was still, finally having been claimed by the dancing flames. John stood there with a savage smile on his face and watched as she burned. Then, as the battle-rage began to fade, the pain and shock of his wounds overtook him and he collapsed.
* * *
John sat bolt upright in bed, drenched in sweat, adrenaline flowing through him. He looked wildly around his room, ready to strike at the slightest movement, as the dream faded. After a moment, he finally calmed down enough to realize that he was alone in his room, under no attack, and safe. With a sigh he laid back down, a hand over his eyes.
He despised these flashbacks, these dreams of the past. One time was quite enough to go through a war. What he really hated was that they reminded him of what he used to be. In Vietnam, he had been a psychopath, a berserker, unstoppable. He’d killed anyone who got in his way, without thought or hesitation, and some of those deaths haunted him to this day. When he’d joined the CIA, they had taught him control and he’d left those rages behind him, swearing never to go berserk again. So far, he hadn’t. Oh, make no mistake; he had killed, often and without mercy. But he’d never lost control, never gone on a rampage.
“And I never will,” he said aloud. With that resolution in his mind, he lay down and went back to sleep.
* * *
Jerod Perry sat in his room, dark thoughts of revenge running through his head. That big pig didn’t know who he was dealing with. Jerod’s dad was a high class lawyer. He was very successful and was best known for winning the murder trial of Antonio Carbone, a powerful Mafia lord. The trial had resulted in a not-guilty, thanks to skillful jury selection on the part of the elder Perry. Rumors flew that bribes and intimidation were involved, but no accusations had been made. Since then, whenever David Perry needed a favor, all he had to do was ask the Don. Jerod intended to cash in on that.
David Perry came into the room and sat at his son’s side, his face hardening when he saw the bandages across his boy’s nose. John’s savage thrust into the lockers had smashed Jerod’s nose in and busted one cheekbone.
“Who did this to you, son?” he said, his voice mixed concern and anger.
“This guy at school,” Jerod said thickly, barely able to speak. “Some bitch teacher accused me of harassing this chick and tried to beat me up. Well, with Davey and Smiley there, man, she couldn’t, so she had her boyfriend beat me up.”
“Who was the boyfriend?” asked his father.
“He was some freaking huge motherfucker, man. Bigger than Davey. Took us down like we were girl scouts, and we were fighting all the way. He just walked up and started whooping on us, man, didn’t say a word.”
“I’ll find this man, son,” said his father. “He’ll pay. Don’t worry about that.”
“Thanks Dad,” said Jerod. “You’re a great father.”
* * *
Dawn wearily walked up the hall toward John’s apartment. It was the end of another long day, and she wanted nothing more than to relax in his arms. Exams were here, which meant the end of school was near, but also meant more work than ever before for her. Her kids were still not paying attention and she was beginning to despair of any of them getting to the next grade. Perhaps three or four would make it, such as Maria, but most were doomed to fail. Jerod and his posse, at least, weren’t causing trouble any more. Dawn grinned. She took a very personal pleasure at seeing the casts on their bodies. Jerod had a huge nose plaster on, Jim was wearing a neck brace, and Smiley was on crutches.
She came to the door and knocked. A full minute went by. She knew he was using the small camera above the door to check and see if she was alone. It didn’t look like it, but John’s apartment was a fortress. He actually owned it. He’d paid cash for it when the old landlord had left. The door was two inch steel, the walls around it were steel, the windows were triple-pane bulletproof glass, and the walls of the apartment were all reinforced. John wanted to live in safety despite his dangerous occupation. Dawn felt very safe when she was in there. Now that she knew how to use guns, the room that once frightened her fascinated her instead.
The door finally opened and Dawn smiled at her man. He was dressed in shorts and a tee shirt and appeared to have been working out. Dawn was over her first impression, can’t-say-no attraction to John. Now, she could truly appreciate how handsome his face was. Dawn had been shocked when John had revealed to her that he was forty-six years old. On first seeing him, she’d thought he was in his early thirties. Still, she thought as he took her into his arms and kissed her, he certainly hadn’t slowed down with age. She rested her head against his chest and sighed.
“Man, I’m glad to see you,” she said.
“Hard day?” he asked.
“You have no idea,” she said, slipping out of his embrace and setting her things on the hall table. Behind her, he made sure the door was securely locked and that the intrusion detectors where in place. Dawn kicked out of her shoes and headed to the bedroom, where she kept a spare set of clothes. She slept here often enough that it was worth it to keep some of her things here. Ten minutes later, clad comfortably in sweats and a tee-shirt, she sat on the couch, snuggling with John, watching some dumb comedy movie on TV. She told him about her day and he made all the appropriate noises of sympathy. Bored with the comedy, Dawn grabbed the remote and idly began switching channels. She came across an adult network. Onscreen, a man was kissing a woman’s neck passionately while his hands stroked and squeezed her breasts. Giggling, Dawn shut the TV off.
“That was . . . interesting,” she said, looking back at John.
He stared down at her. “Give you any ideas?”
Her breath came slightly faster. His gaze was intense. He pulled her tight against him and they kissed, hard, passionately, twining their tongues together. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him harder against her, crushing their lips together. They broke apart and he stroked his fingers through her hair, cradling her head as he began to kiss her neck. She gasped as his lips moved up and down her neck and across her jawline; light, feathery kisses that left lines of fire behind them. His hands slid underneath her tee-shirt and stroked across her stomach, slowly moving toward her braless breasts. Dawn reached down and lifted the shirt off, throwing it aside. John wrapped both arms around her waist, pulling her very close, and brought his mouth down to her breast. She closed her eyes and threw her head back as his tongue moved across the bottom of her breast. He brought both hands up to cup her orbs and took her nipple into his mouth, sucking gently. She moaned softly, pulling his head closer to her. He moved back up and kissed her lips hard. She slid her hands under his shirt and lifted it off, running her hands over his shoulders and chest.
John picked her up and put her against the wall, holding her there while he continued to kiss and lick her breasts. He slowly lowered her to the floor, then slide back and moved his tongue across her stomach. She giggled when his tongue traced her abs. He moved his hands up her legs and then slid her sweatpants off over her firm butt and thighs. She moaned loudly when he lightly ran his tongue over her wet slit, through the white thong she was wearing. Taking the hem in his teeth, he slid the lacy garment down, then sat up and pulled it completely off. Dawn reached out then and tugged at his shorts, sliding them down to his knees. He wasn’t wearing underwear, and his manhood stood long and proud in front of her. She slid her hand along it as he stood and kicked the shorts aside. Then he lay back down and began to move his tongue between her legs. Dawn leaned back against the wall and moaned as he swirled his tongue around her clit, running his hand over her stomach and thighs. He trailed a hand down and slid a finger into her, stroking it over her spot, causing her to arch her back and gasp his name. He licked harder, faster, and she cried out and came hard, pushing her hips against his face and grabbing handfuls of his hair. With one final cry her orgasm ended and she lay back against the wall, gasping, her eyes closed.
John held her in his arms and let her catch her breath. After a minute, she pulled him to her and kissed him savagely. She traced her nails over his abs and took his cock in her hand, stroking it slowly. She moved down from his mouth, kissing her way across his massive chest, down over his slim waist and rock hard stomach. She came to his cock and took it in her mouth, sliding her tongue over his head. Dawn sucked hard, stroking his shaft with one hand. John closed his eyes and breathed hard, touching her cheek and pulling her hair back out of her face. She sucked harder, taking as much of him into her mouth as she could, tracing her nails along the underside of his cock and then over his balls. Her own arousal grew as she tasted his. She sucked him hard one more time and then climbed on top of him and lowered herself down onto his manhood.
They both cried out as he thrusted into her hard, burying his cock fully in her soft pussy. They moved in rhythm, meeting each other’s thrusts, moaning loudly. Dawn threw her head back and called out his name as she came hard, her walls clenching his cock hard. He answered with a cry of his own as he exploded inside her with one last, powerful thrust. Dawn collapsed on top of her man and they both simply lay there, spent and satisfied. Maybe there was trouble in the world for them both, but right now at least, life was perfect.
END CHAPTER 9
A/N: Ah, the calm before the storm. How terribly deceptive it can be *Incredibly evil grin.* Hope you enjoyed this, let me know! As for the next chapter, well, they had better BE PREPAAAARED! (Scar voice; I’ve been watching too much Lion King.)