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Wednesday, May 03, 2006
Elliot Brown - Part 5
This story was originally published on AlexSuze.com 7 April 2006.
In the entrance hall of the governor’s office a small round beetle of a man scurried scarab like across the marble toward the reception desk. He peered at the young, nameless Barbie doll off a girl behind the counter, “You have a package for me.”
She opened her mouth to ask his name, but before she could utter the words he said “It’s Thompson, J Thompson”. She mutely handed over the UPS envelope, a pen and a receipt pad. Thompson scribbled his name on the pad and handed it back to the girl. Stopping only to give the slightest of nods to the girl he turned on his heels and walked briskly to the elevators. Envelope in hand and pen stowed in his jacket pocket he ascended to the thirty-ninth floor.
~~~
Louis Baker Governor of the city reviewed the contents of his desk. From here he controlled the last remnants of civilisation not relocated to the moon, Mars and beyond. The job had been good to him. As the population dwindled, bribing the remaining civil servants had become easier and therefore fixing the elections to ensure his extended tenure much less expensive. They were all desperate to gather the funds to move off-world and therefore easily “persuaded”.
As for his desk, he kept it clear. A few antiques on its tooled leather top, desk blotter, lamp, wooden in and out trays. He had no real duties to perform, his lackeys did that. But today his desk had a new ornament, young blonde, naked and eager to please. Her shaven pussy beckoned him. Slender legs draped over the edge or the ancient mahogany.
He unzipped himself, cock springing from his flies. “All hail the god of pharmaceuticals!” he thought as he approached her.
~~~
Elliot stood in the shadow of one of the great gothic buttresses of the governor’s office. Waiting.
His cell phone beeped a message alert. It was time. The security pad of the manhole cover at his feet chirped and flashed. The cover flipped open and Elliot dropped inside.
~~~
Louis waddled forward, pants now around his ankles. His cock nuzzled her labia. Finding her dry he spat on his hand and wet his glans. He slid into her unsteadily, shuffling forward and pulling her to the edge of the desk.
Liver spotted hands grasped at her spherical silicone breasts soliciting an “Ooooh”.
He began to slide in and out of her pussy. It began to moisten as she imagined the twenty year old fuck of her dreams ploughing into her.
~~~
Elliot walked calmly down empty corridors. Cameras blindly patrolled from high corners, their feeds bypassed by Jim and looped onto an endless uneventful recording. Elliot unscrewed the lift shaft access panel swung himself inside. He opened a junction box to his left and placed a small black box next to the mass of wiring.
He dialled a short number on his cell phone and waited. Thirty seconds later the lift car hurtled down the shaft, slowing to a stop one floor below him. He jumped on the roof, dialled another number and tried to enjoy the ride.
~~~
Panting and perspiring Louis pounded at his young companion like a geriatric jackhammer. Veins on his temples pulsed and threatened to burst. He skin became more parchment like with every thrust.
Like a prostrate cheerleader she urged him on. He liked that, amongst other things. This she could put up with, the other things, they really tested her resolve. But so what, she would have enough money soon and then … damn it girl concentrate, the old bastard needs a good show!
He pulled out of her, though it may have been more of a stagger caused by light-headedness than a conscious decision on his part. She slid off the desk, taking her opportunity. He liked head and this would make him blow quicker than yet another marathon session on her back.
Instead of the corrupt, loathsome example of humanity using her body for his pleasure she saw a dark haired muscular youth. Olive skin, deep brown eyes, cock like a baseball bat. He was stretching her, hitting the spot, making her wetter with every thrust. Teasing her with orgasm after orgasm, then letting her rest, allowing the waves of ecstasy to ebb before thrusting powerfully into her again.
~~~
The elevator stopped at the thirty-ninth floor. The doors opened, someone shuffled inside, then shuffled out again. Elliot dropped through the trapdoor in the roof as the doors closed.
He picked up the UPS envelope and emptied the contents onto the carpet. The pen slid onto the cell phone with quiet click. The barrel was unscrewed. Elliot forced himself to exhale then inhaled hard and deep through his nose. The small bullet hit the back of his throat, he coughed it into his hand and slid it into the weapon.
Elliot stood and selected the top floor.
~~~
The old man’s hands gripped her head, pulling her onto his chemically hardened cock. He began to come to the girl’s relief, she was gagging and not relishing Louis’s attention today. She had shoes to buy. Louis had screwed this city for his wealth and power, so buying a girl a few trinkets was not going to bankrupt him.
With his final “Aaaw Gaaawd!” Louis made his deposit in the girl’s throat, she did her best to look overjoyed. Not that Loius noticed, he was dizzy from his exertions.
Elliot Brown, removal man opened the office door and raised his weapon. “By the power invested in me by the city council and the authority of this removal order I declare you removed.”. Louis was silhouetted against the office window.
He pulled the trigger.
No! Something was wrong, either this guy jerked off in the office or someone else had removed his pants. The girl screamed as she stood up from behind the desk, cum still running down her chin.
The bullet entered her left eye socket, lodged in her anterior cortex, then exploded. Her headless corpse slumped to the floor leaving the open mouthed Louis covered in blood, soft tissue and bone.
Elliot dropped the weapon and it began to sublime, nanobots converting it’s structure to anonymous gasses before self destructing themselves.
Elliot ran. He had committed the worst crime a remover could commit. Removing the wrong human being.
In the entrance hall of the governor’s office a small round beetle of a man scurried scarab like across the marble toward the reception desk. He peered at the young, nameless Barbie doll off a girl behind the counter, “You have a package for me.”
She opened her mouth to ask his name, but before she could utter the words he said “It’s Thompson, J Thompson”. She mutely handed over the UPS envelope, a pen and a receipt pad. Thompson scribbled his name on the pad and handed it back to the girl. Stopping only to give the slightest of nods to the girl he turned on his heels and walked briskly to the elevators. Envelope in hand and pen stowed in his jacket pocket he ascended to the thirty-ninth floor.
~~~
Louis Baker Governor of the city reviewed the contents of his desk. From here he controlled the last remnants of civilisation not relocated to the moon, Mars and beyond. The job had been good to him. As the population dwindled, bribing the remaining civil servants had become easier and therefore fixing the elections to ensure his extended tenure much less expensive. They were all desperate to gather the funds to move off-world and therefore easily “persuaded”.
As for his desk, he kept it clear. A few antiques on its tooled leather top, desk blotter, lamp, wooden in and out trays. He had no real duties to perform, his lackeys did that. But today his desk had a new ornament, young blonde, naked and eager to please. Her shaven pussy beckoned him. Slender legs draped over the edge or the ancient mahogany.
He unzipped himself, cock springing from his flies. “All hail the god of pharmaceuticals!” he thought as he approached her.
~~~
Elliot stood in the shadow of one of the great gothic buttresses of the governor’s office. Waiting.
His cell phone beeped a message alert. It was time. The security pad of the manhole cover at his feet chirped and flashed. The cover flipped open and Elliot dropped inside.
~~~
Louis waddled forward, pants now around his ankles. His cock nuzzled her labia. Finding her dry he spat on his hand and wet his glans. He slid into her unsteadily, shuffling forward and pulling her to the edge of the desk.
Liver spotted hands grasped at her spherical silicone breasts soliciting an “Ooooh”.
He began to slide in and out of her pussy. It began to moisten as she imagined the twenty year old fuck of her dreams ploughing into her.
~~~
Elliot walked calmly down empty corridors. Cameras blindly patrolled from high corners, their feeds bypassed by Jim and looped onto an endless uneventful recording. Elliot unscrewed the lift shaft access panel swung himself inside. He opened a junction box to his left and placed a small black box next to the mass of wiring.
He dialled a short number on his cell phone and waited. Thirty seconds later the lift car hurtled down the shaft, slowing to a stop one floor below him. He jumped on the roof, dialled another number and tried to enjoy the ride.
~~~
Panting and perspiring Louis pounded at his young companion like a geriatric jackhammer. Veins on his temples pulsed and threatened to burst. He skin became more parchment like with every thrust.
Like a prostrate cheerleader she urged him on. He liked that, amongst other things. This she could put up with, the other things, they really tested her resolve. But so what, she would have enough money soon and then … damn it girl concentrate, the old bastard needs a good show!
He pulled out of her, though it may have been more of a stagger caused by light-headedness than a conscious decision on his part. She slid off the desk, taking her opportunity. He liked head and this would make him blow quicker than yet another marathon session on her back.
Instead of the corrupt, loathsome example of humanity using her body for his pleasure she saw a dark haired muscular youth. Olive skin, deep brown eyes, cock like a baseball bat. He was stretching her, hitting the spot, making her wetter with every thrust. Teasing her with orgasm after orgasm, then letting her rest, allowing the waves of ecstasy to ebb before thrusting powerfully into her again.
~~~
The elevator stopped at the thirty-ninth floor. The doors opened, someone shuffled inside, then shuffled out again. Elliot dropped through the trapdoor in the roof as the doors closed.
He picked up the UPS envelope and emptied the contents onto the carpet. The pen slid onto the cell phone with quiet click. The barrel was unscrewed. Elliot forced himself to exhale then inhaled hard and deep through his nose. The small bullet hit the back of his throat, he coughed it into his hand and slid it into the weapon.
Elliot stood and selected the top floor.
~~~
The old man’s hands gripped her head, pulling her onto his chemically hardened cock. He began to come to the girl’s relief, she was gagging and not relishing Louis’s attention today. She had shoes to buy. Louis had screwed this city for his wealth and power, so buying a girl a few trinkets was not going to bankrupt him.
With his final “Aaaw Gaaawd!” Louis made his deposit in the girl’s throat, she did her best to look overjoyed. Not that Loius noticed, he was dizzy from his exertions.
Elliot Brown, removal man opened the office door and raised his weapon. “By the power invested in me by the city council and the authority of this removal order I declare you removed.”. Louis was silhouetted against the office window.
He pulled the trigger.
No! Something was wrong, either this guy jerked off in the office or someone else had removed his pants. The girl screamed as she stood up from behind the desk, cum still running down her chin.
The bullet entered her left eye socket, lodged in her anterior cortex, then exploded. Her headless corpse slumped to the floor leaving the open mouthed Louis covered in blood, soft tissue and bone.
Elliot dropped the weapon and it began to sublime, nanobots converting it’s structure to anonymous gasses before self destructing themselves.
Elliot ran. He had committed the worst crime a remover could commit. Removing the wrong human being.
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Elliot Brown - Part 3
This story was originally published on AlexSuze.com 22 March 2006.
Tuesday Eveneing
Eve was tied to the bed blindfolded, naked and vulnerable. The room was silent, insulated from the noise of the adjoining brothel. Laying there spread-eagled on her back she remembered when this had been a familiar part of her life. When her and Elliot had been a team, at work and in their up-town apartment. But that was long gone, their lives irrevocably altered by the city’s brutal codes. The reality of this place was so well hidden from the wealthy elite by a veneer of civilisation, and so cruelly obvious to the rest of the population.
Just as she felt her mood becoming melancholic she sensed him enter the room. He moved like a cat, almost silently. He was naked, she could tell, no sound of clothes moving only the quietest of footfalls, and occasionally the sound of his breathing.
She waited for the first sign that he was close to her, perhaps his breath on her neck? But no, he had time to play. She could feel the heat of his body close to her thigh, his hand probably, hovering a few inches above her skin. The hand moved slowly up and across her stomach and on to her breasts. He had not touched her yet her nipples were hard and hot. Eve felt herself becoming breathless.
Elliot still did not touch her, prolonging the suspense. Would it be a gentle caress of her firm expectant breast? A tongue probing her pussy lips, searching for an opening? She began to squirm at the thought of it, raising her body slightly from the bed, rolling to one side, straining at her bonds.
She heard the crack of his hand on her buttock, milliseconds later she felt the stinging jolt of pain. He had been waiting for her to expose soft flesh of her ass, letting her reveal her soft skin to be struck. She was a willing participant in this game, a game that he controlled.
Her skin began to display the imprint of his single blow, developing like a photograph under the red glow of a safelight. She relished the though, knowing the acute pain she now sensed would soon dull, but the impression would remain on her flesh, perhaps for days. She craved for more, a switch on her thighs, clamps on her … but that wasn’t Elliot’s style, he enjoyed the thought that the cruel caress of his palm on her backside aroused her but would never indulge her desires to the full.
A hand cupped a breast, Eve felt the nipple being sucked into his mouth, lips wide. He teased the tip with his tongue, rolling the nipple around against the areola. His teeth brushed against the engorged tip, still he maintained a partial vacuum, drawing more blood to the reddening button.
His hand was in her hair again, pulling her head back sharply. She released a moan of joyful resignation.
Then she felt it, the hot hardness of his cock against her leg. The pulsing iron rod in its velvety sheath of skin. Her tongue flicked across her lips willing him to hurry. Wanting him to enter her. But wanting him to control her first, wanting him to demand her submission. Wanting to submit to him without question. Wanting him.
She became immersed in the thought of what he would do to her, how cruel he would let himself be to her…
Then he was gone. No hands on her flesh, no tongue probing and darting. He had not left the room, she was sure of that. She heard an almost inaudible noise at the foot of the bed. The clink of something against glass. What was it?
The ice and water drenched her breasts just as she realised his intention. She yelped as the cold water hit her and arched her back. She tried to lower herself as the shock and cold subsided, but couldn’t. The ice that had been in the jug now lay on the bed under and around her. She squirmed and pulled at the ropes.
A hand holding a lump of ice traced its way down from her neck, between her breasts and to her most sensitive lips. Her clitoris stung as the glacier drove between the valley of her thighs, the tiny strip of pubic hair no defence against the chill.
He held the ice there, against her writhing body. It began to melt, sending a rivulet of icy water between her labia. The melt water reached her ass and wet her anus, cooling it, making it contract and tighten.
The it was gone, replaced by his hot cock. It nudged her lips apart and drove into her pussy. Her lips where deathly cold, but inside a warm wet cavern welcomed the pulsing intruder.
She tilted her hips to allow him to thrust deeper. Now, even restricted by her bound ankles he was reaching the back of her. She could feel, or thought she could feel, the blood coursing through his cock.
Her first orgasm arrived almost immediately. She threw her head from side to side. She pulled the rops on her arms so taught one started to sting as it sheared the epidermis from her wrist.
She imagined him above her, pumping, thrusting his huge cock into her. And it was huge, because he was cumming. So was she, only seconds after her first orgasm, before she had time to float down from that euphoria another tsunami of pleasure washed over her.
He pumped into her, shrieking and moaning, pumping his seed into her.
They lay for several minutes, his cum beginning to dribble from her red swollen pussy, before he untied her. They showered, separately, before he left.
“It’ll be ready for you Thursday. Pick it up after lunch. ”, said Eve as he was about leave.
“I’ll see you then.”
Tuesday Eveneing
Eve was tied to the bed blindfolded, naked and vulnerable. The room was silent, insulated from the noise of the adjoining brothel. Laying there spread-eagled on her back she remembered when this had been a familiar part of her life. When her and Elliot had been a team, at work and in their up-town apartment. But that was long gone, their lives irrevocably altered by the city’s brutal codes. The reality of this place was so well hidden from the wealthy elite by a veneer of civilisation, and so cruelly obvious to the rest of the population.
Just as she felt her mood becoming melancholic she sensed him enter the room. He moved like a cat, almost silently. He was naked, she could tell, no sound of clothes moving only the quietest of footfalls, and occasionally the sound of his breathing.
She waited for the first sign that he was close to her, perhaps his breath on her neck? But no, he had time to play. She could feel the heat of his body close to her thigh, his hand probably, hovering a few inches above her skin. The hand moved slowly up and across her stomach and on to her breasts. He had not touched her yet her nipples were hard and hot. Eve felt herself becoming breathless.
Elliot still did not touch her, prolonging the suspense. Would it be a gentle caress of her firm expectant breast? A tongue probing her pussy lips, searching for an opening? She began to squirm at the thought of it, raising her body slightly from the bed, rolling to one side, straining at her bonds.
She heard the crack of his hand on her buttock, milliseconds later she felt the stinging jolt of pain. He had been waiting for her to expose soft flesh of her ass, letting her reveal her soft skin to be struck. She was a willing participant in this game, a game that he controlled.
Her skin began to display the imprint of his single blow, developing like a photograph under the red glow of a safelight. She relished the though, knowing the acute pain she now sensed would soon dull, but the impression would remain on her flesh, perhaps for days. She craved for more, a switch on her thighs, clamps on her … but that wasn’t Elliot’s style, he enjoyed the thought that the cruel caress of his palm on her backside aroused her but would never indulge her desires to the full.
A hand cupped a breast, Eve felt the nipple being sucked into his mouth, lips wide. He teased the tip with his tongue, rolling the nipple around against the areola. His teeth brushed against the engorged tip, still he maintained a partial vacuum, drawing more blood to the reddening button.
His hand was in her hair again, pulling her head back sharply. She released a moan of joyful resignation.
Then she felt it, the hot hardness of his cock against her leg. The pulsing iron rod in its velvety sheath of skin. Her tongue flicked across her lips willing him to hurry. Wanting him to enter her. But wanting him to control her first, wanting him to demand her submission. Wanting to submit to him without question. Wanting him.
She became immersed in the thought of what he would do to her, how cruel he would let himself be to her…
Then he was gone. No hands on her flesh, no tongue probing and darting. He had not left the room, she was sure of that. She heard an almost inaudible noise at the foot of the bed. The clink of something against glass. What was it?
The ice and water drenched her breasts just as she realised his intention. She yelped as the cold water hit her and arched her back. She tried to lower herself as the shock and cold subsided, but couldn’t. The ice that had been in the jug now lay on the bed under and around her. She squirmed and pulled at the ropes.
A hand holding a lump of ice traced its way down from her neck, between her breasts and to her most sensitive lips. Her clitoris stung as the glacier drove between the valley of her thighs, the tiny strip of pubic hair no defence against the chill.
He held the ice there, against her writhing body. It began to melt, sending a rivulet of icy water between her labia. The melt water reached her ass and wet her anus, cooling it, making it contract and tighten.
The it was gone, replaced by his hot cock. It nudged her lips apart and drove into her pussy. Her lips where deathly cold, but inside a warm wet cavern welcomed the pulsing intruder.
She tilted her hips to allow him to thrust deeper. Now, even restricted by her bound ankles he was reaching the back of her. She could feel, or thought she could feel, the blood coursing through his cock.
Her first orgasm arrived almost immediately. She threw her head from side to side. She pulled the rops on her arms so taught one started to sting as it sheared the epidermis from her wrist.
She imagined him above her, pumping, thrusting his huge cock into her. And it was huge, because he was cumming. So was she, only seconds after her first orgasm, before she had time to float down from that euphoria another tsunami of pleasure washed over her.
He pumped into her, shrieking and moaning, pumping his seed into her.
They lay for several minutes, his cum beginning to dribble from her red swollen pussy, before he untied her. They showered, separately, before he left.
“It’ll be ready for you Thursday. Pick it up after lunch. ”, said Eve as he was about leave.
“I’ll see you then.”
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