Kult PBEM Part 4

--- Micheal stares right back at Davis, then past him. The nightmares are here. He is paralyzed with fear. The nightmares are here. "I....think....I see...I AM TORMENTED!" With that, he falls to the floor, crying, curling up into a ball. He can hear the nightmares slithering around him. "Can you see them? Can any of you?"

Morris knocks at the door again, and then looks at Davis. "I guess she wants to be left alone", he says.

**** Davis looks at Morris "Do you know this guy?" [gesturing towards Michael all spaced out on the floor] "He is really wired."..."He may need some kind of help."

--- In Tanja's apartment, she locks the door, greets her dog, gives him some food and water. As I walk into my bedroom, I turn the lights down after I have light two candles. Then I sit down on my bed, placing the Taper in front of me. Running my slender fingers of its surface gently, "Master..."Slowly I begin to put my dress down, sinking then slowly on my back...Holding the

Taper in both hands, rolling it over my body, "What can I do for you Master?"Pieces of my dream flash to my mind, "Give me a sign master..."Kissing the Taper passionately, running my tongue over it...Fluids running from my sex, as I guide the Taper slowly, gently into it."I will come my master, I`m yours." Pushing it slowly deeper into me...

The Taper slides deep, spreading you with a shocking rush of sensation. Back arched you thrust up, gasping. The room fades, narrowing to a tiny focus, the Taper spearing your body, sliding deeper, glistening. Another rush forces your eyes closed...almost painful in its sweet intensity. Your hands work harder ruthlessly forcing more inside you until you quake and scream. Dimly, somewhere, your dog howls.....Slowly it passes and you are left panting, utterly drained but so wonderfully fulfilled. The Taper stays buried, nestled in your aching flesh, seeming to throb and squirm....I lay on my bed, with barely open eyes, feeling the Taper inside me, my hands wander to my sex, trying to find it..."Its alive, its in me...no one can take it now from me...""It feels so....good...."My mind wanders away into dreamland as I fall finally asleep...

You dream of the dark man, his power and strength taking you the entire night though. His hands are so strong you strangely gentle on your flesh. Finally the sensation is too much and you awaken, curled up, the Taper still buried inside. There are still hands on you, wet hands running over you, limp and cold.

My eyes pop open, looking around in surprise and a little fear. My hands run over my body, trying to push the cold hands aside...

They grab your hands, squeezing. "You like this... want it..don't you.." A voice purrs in your ear, deep and moist as if bubbling from some stinking depth. "You desire it... does it feel sooo good in your cunt..." A hand travels down, grabbing the Taper and shoving it brutally in side, twisting it. "You'll know true feeling when they come...."

I press my legs togther to increase the pressure, "Yes....I ... want...it."Winding in pure pleasure."Ahhhhhhh, deeper.""What will...I ...become?....I had....a ... dream...as...I ....touched... ahhhh...the....Taper, mmmmmmm..will.....this. ahhh be...my...fate?"

"You...will become." the tongue slithers across you neck then come the teeth, sinking into your flesh. "meat."

Tanja screams loudly, "AHHHHHHHHHHHHH............"

The scream resounds off the walls. Somewhere the dogs goes into a barking frenzy. It..he's gone.. you lay alone in the bed.....

Tanja looks around, very unsure what had happened, then she runs her hands over her sex, seeking the Taper. Checking her neck madly, running her hands over her body."What the fuck..."She rolls from her bed, falling on the ground, crawling to the bathroom into the shower. Turning the cold water on. Then she lays in the shower, stunned. Pounding...from far away, her dog barking. The front door..some one was beating on the front door.

Tanja steps out of he shower, nearly falling on the floor, crawling to the door. Leaning against the wall, shouting with an fainted voice, "LEAVE ME ALONE."

She looks around who`s with her in her room. Standing in the door way is a dark figure, broad shouldered and perhaps 6 feet all. Silhouetted against the hall light he seems more shadow than man.

"Who are you? What did you want?"

He stammers,"I..I heard screams.. I thought... " Through the fog over her senses, Tanja could place the voice. The building caretaker. Something warm ran over her hand.

Tanja looks up to him, "No, No its all fine." "I... you look hurt.." his timid almost boyish voice was barely a whisper. Wildfang snuffled and whined nosing Tanja's hand, concerned for his mistress but seemingly heedless of this stranger invading her domain. what was the last thing you saw from me?

The caretaker thing Did he speak? "I ... I heard screams this part, nothing more. In timid voice, ridiculously small coming from so large a man, he said,"You..you look hurt ma'm... should I call someone?" Wildfang nuzzled and nosed her hand, concerned for his mistrsss and whining in anxiety.

"No, no, its all fine"

"Really.?"

Tanja rubbs Wildfang behind his ears.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Nodding he backs into the hall, pulling the door shut behind him. Wildfang whines, licking your face and neck.

Tanja buries her face in Wildfangs fur and begins to cry. Pressing himself to his mistress, the dog snuffled and whined, sensing the distress of his mistress but unable to know why. "You are a good one, Wildfang." He licked her face again. The mistress's voice was a blessing...

Tanja begins to play with him, distracting him from my pain. Eagerly the dog licked and nuzzled her, wanting to be happy, to make her so. Its simple mind was geared to only one thing. Protecting the mistress.

Tanja looks around, "What do you think Wildfang, wanna come an walk?" Cocking his head, Wildfang let his tongue loll out, watching Tanja curiously.

Tanja tries to stand up. The Taper shifting inside, sliding, sending a strange running along her spine, pain pleasure.. mingled. she felt stuffed full in a way never before possible.

Tanja runs her hands over the Taper, "Ahhh." holding it, then sinking down to the ground again. Wildfang stepped forward, lifting his head, ear cocked forward at the strange sound.

Tanja stretches out one hand to him, "Don`t have fear Wildfang, its a wonder." He came forward, nosing her hand slightly, her call irresistible.

Tanja caresses him with one hand, "Well, lets simply stay here." Wildfang shivers, perking up his head as if hearing something. Swinging about he turned t the bed room and barked once.

Tanja crawls over to the bedroom. Wildfang followed, perhaps somewhere deep inside, curious as to why his mistress did not stand. Dragging herself to the door the taper jutting (more) like some bizarre thick tail behind her, Tanja made her way to the bedroom. (More) There was nothing there. The tousled sheets still lay on the floor, the door to the shower stood slightly ajar, steam billowing out, laying in soft cloud across the floor.

Tanja looks into her bedroom mirror. On all fours she looked liked a pale animal, shivering, coated in sweat even in the cool darkness of the apartment. Her breasts hung heavy, still swollen and aroused, the tips standing dark and hard.

Tanja rolls over to her back so that she can see the taper in the mirror, then pulling it slowly out. It slide from her with wet sucking, glistening with the fluids of her body and a hint of blood, dark surfaces shining in the light. Her nether lips quivered and puckered about it, gripping it running along ever bump and rolls.

Tanja holds the taper, unsure what to so with it, now, then she begins to lick it clean. She tasted herself, blood, sweat and the strangely earthy taste of the wax. But more, hidden under the surface, the taste of flesh, hungering flesh warm and pulsing sweaty full of life.

Tanja stands the taper beside her, laying on the ground, looking at it, "Who are you?" The steam from the shower rolled about her, cool against her skin, coiling and oozing like some strange aquatic animal. It was almost cool against her sweaty skin. Wildfang growled softly.

Tanja rolls in the steam, enjoying its coldness and freshness. The dog backed away, hackles raised just skirting the edge of the cloud. "Come here, Wildfang, its so good." Streching her hand out to him. Torn between instinct and her called, Wildfang growled again, ears up but still weary.

Tanja crawls over to him, throwing some water in his face, laughing. Giving up, Wildfang turned and fled into the living room.

Tanja rolls back into the steam, laughing, enjoying the cold water on her skin. It felt delicious, invigorating. Then the sharp ring of her alarm startled her out of her enjoyment.

Tanja looks up in surprise. Catching sight of the clock she saw it was 9 in the morning... "Damn it."

Tanja tries to stand up. She felt a little stiff but not too terrible and climbed to her feet.

Tanja begins to undress the corset she is still wearing. It felt good to be free of the binding material. She sighed softly, stepping back up to the mirror. She look tired still, drained somehow...

Tanja takes an look into the calendar, any termins in it? Her day looked clear for the most part..until later that evening of course..

Tanja goes over to the shower, turning it to hot, taking a new shower, then turning it off. Wildfang apparently worked up the courage to come into the bathroom again. He sat looking at his mistress from the door way. panting as she showered.

Tanja dresses again after the shower, packing the Taper in some big sports bag, get the leash for the dog and went with him to the door. He trotted along aside her, happy now...almost seeming relieved to be out of the apartment. In the hall she saw a large red ball laying the middle of the floor.

Tanja walks over to the ball, looking at it. Just a small rubber ball, a child's toy. "Oh, sorry..the children on the first floor leave there things scattered." Looking up she found herself looking into the eyes of the caretaker. Deep brown eyes, looking down at her.

Tanja look up to him, "Oh, hey." I'm sorry.. he stopped to get the ball, swallowing hard. He moved with grace for a man he's size, scooping up the ball in one hand before standing.

His coverall where white and utterly clean, tight enough to show lean muscular build.

Tanja smiles to him, getting up again, "You must not be sorry." "Its my duty to keep the house clean, ma'm." he sigh, blushing bring the freckles dusting his face into sharp relief. He looks like big boy really, somehow belaying his size with a gentle demeanor. "Oh, I know, but you can't be at all place at all times." "Its my job" her reapeats, looking down at his feet.

Tanja stretches her left arm out, placing her hand under his chin, lifting his head so that he looks into her eyes, "You don`t need to look down when you speak to me."

He smiled a little,"I..I .. didn't mean to ma'am..just..well."

"Its ok, I only don`t like to talk to people when they look not at me."

"All right ma'am" he smiled a touch..

Tanja smiles to him, "See, its not that hard."

"No..." he noded.

"Okie, better now?"

"Im' sorry I came into your room..." he said quickly. "I didn't know that you're.. that you didn't have any clothes on or anything."

Tanja giggles, "What did you expect to find." "I thought you might be trouble." he said quietly, lip trembling. He almost seemed on the verge of tears.

"Cute."

"Huh?"

"Its cute of you to take a look to help me, most people won`t do that."

"oh.." he sniffed. "you're not mad..." "No, its my profession, that's why"

"Profession?"

"What did you think that I do, to get my money."

"I um...dunno.." he said, scratching his head a bit.

"Like to guess?"

"I'm not very good at guessing ma'm..."

"Look at me, what do you think?"

"well..um..you're awfully pretty.."

Tanja smiles to him, "Thanks. And what kind of jobs do pretty girls get most easily if they have no job learned?"

After thinking for a long time, so long that Wildfang started to pull on the leash he said,"I know you're on tv."

Tanja shakes her head, giggling, "No, really not. I do companionship, sort of."

He nodded going "oh" the gesture more a reflex then real understanding.

"Its ok."

He smiled.

"What did you know about Morris, he seems to be a nice boy."

"Mr Morris, I don't know much about him, ma'm. he's nice enough and very clean.."

--- Davis looks at Morris "Do you know this guy?" [gesturing towards Michael all spaced out on the floor] "He is really wired."..."He may need some kind of help."

Morris breathes in deeply, then out very slowly. "I don't know", he says slowly. All the adrenaline has left Morris' circulation and he feels somewhat shaky. "Some kind of rich fucking junkie, I suppose, at least he acts like it... So, how's the situation in the living room, is everybody still babbling over that goddamn candle?"

**** Davis replies "Nah, that other wacked individual Tanja took it with her when she left. Other than Michael here everyone seem to be o.k. I gotta tell you, this was not quite the evening I had imagined it would be"

--- Michael slowly, fearfully, looks around, wondering what he'll see tonight, and if it will mean the death of those around him.

The "party" at last gives up the ghost, the last people wandering out with discomfitted looks over there shoulders and wary expressions.

**** Davis tells Morris to take it easy and then heads back to his apartment. He locks and bolts the door, puts his pistol down on the dining room table and grabs a cold beer from the fridge. Davis also tells Gwynn about the bizarre party she missed (without mentioning Bethany, however). After an hour or so he crashes his mind swirling with images from the evening. Most strange crowd.

--- Michael leaves. The taper is on his mind. The taper that can solve all his problems. Yet what lengths should he go to get it? He thinks about it in his mind, while he slowly watches the nightmare shadows dance around him.

Morris knocks for the last time on Melanie's door. "Are you sure that you don't want a drink?" The music just kept playing but he could make out soft sobs underneath.

To be continued.....


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