Chapter 7: Silhouette

(This series is a collaboration with my good friend Sanchez. His ideas, I ran with it. We will see how it evolves. He has a sound concept, and characters, I’m primarily piecing it all together and seeing how it plays out. We hope you enjoy our efforts.)

Midnight Amador crept home in darkness. No reason to hide with zero visibility she just marched straight down the middle of her dirt road. Naked after having stripped to lay in the grass where she had been raped 3 years prior it was almost as if a respect had been instilled within her rather than a fear, or mental trauma. Not that she ever intended to act this way, the man that took Midnight did hurt her while penetrating her against her will in the opening moments. Taking her virginity savagely in the cover of night had certainly left its mark upon her psyche. Yet, she did not report it, feeling it something to be kept in her own soul locked away to feed upon in her loneliness. That night ... defined her.

Seeing the interior lights of her parents’ home approaching with each and every step, her heartbeat escalated. How would she explain herself to her mother, walking in naked, the loss of all of her needed essentials? With her wallet gone there went not only precious money, but her ID, her social security number, everything that spoke of whom she was. At the tenth of a mile marker, she stopped dead in her tracks, a chill racing over her bewildered body, her nipples cresting at a peak they rarely achieved. There was no explanation, it was not dread, it was not fear, if anything it was erotic. How could she react this way? Her thoughts were all over the place.

Only the annoyance of an owl in the neighboring trees above her which seemed to follow her every move was heard, heart pounding in her chest. Single steps closer she couldn’t resist touching herself again, standing in the road, one hand’s fingers probing her pussy’s warmth, the other hand crushing and lifting her left breast, her nipple pinched between knuckles. It was almost as if she were possessed. Nothing would stop her from cumming, it was as if the Man in Black were watching, her shadow demanding gratification for him in his place. Squealing at her approaching orgasm she suddenly held her breath and ceased any form of moan. She found her thrill in silence. While it took everything she had in her, Midnight Isabella Amador felt it ... appropriate. It was her finest orgasm to date. Toppling forward to her hands and knees in the sand she mumbled what she thought he might want to hear.

“For you...!”

As the owl seemed to go quiet along with her there was a deadness of life, no crickets, no distant dogs barking, no breeze daring to caress her flesh. Only ... blackness. It could never last. Looking up from her kneeling she spotted the cherry of a cigarette toward her home. The signal flare of only one possible thing.

“Father is home.”

She had forgotten that he was returning after a week being away, then it dawned on her that it was most likely he whom stopped to claim her bag and dress. Her nametag a dead giveaway she knew there could be no lying about it. He would have ransacked her wallet; her name was everywhere. Even her sheer curtain made dress was in that bag, brought in case the Man in Black wished her to wear it. Her Mother might explain that away as being Veronica Redmane’s but would her father believe her? He was prone to drinking heavily and losing his temper. Esteban Amador was rarely a good man.

Hovering low in her knelt state she waited until his cigarette was cast aside, its glowing arc a sign that he was heading inside their home. The creaking of rusted hinges on a screen door lured her observation, light expanding around his body as the interior door opened. He was not carrying her bag, nor her dress. That must mean he left it in his car.

Swallowing dryly, she rose to her feet and scurried up into her sand driveway, hiding beside his car to make certain she was not seen. While pride still resided within her soul, she did not want to feel the wrath of her Father. Careful glances led her to peer into the beat-up Buick’s windows for her bag. Dimly lit she did not find it’s silhouette anywhere.

“Perhaps it was not Father who took my belongings.”

Further thoughts led to the very few houses beyond theirs, until the road reached the back half of the Santee Rez. Her neighbors liked her mother, if they had found her items, they would surely have brought them home. Expecting to have to explain why someone brought them to her while she was missing made her edgy. She knew her Mother would lie to her father to keep Midnight safe, even if it meant her own agony.

“Mother?”

In panic mode she started to get up from her crouch and walk right into her home when her friend the owl returned toward the back of the house. It was in snapping a glance in its direction she found clothing still out on the clothesline from her mother’s day of laundry. She knew that her mother would make her gather them and fold the clothing when she got home. Perfect timing, she thought.

Silently she tiptoed through the grass reaching the dangling garments. Selecting jean shorts and a tattered but faithful t-shirt which she had owned since she was 15, Midnight put them on before removing the rest of the laundry. From there she entered her home through the back screened in porch and into the house. Once inside she expected to see her parents in the living room on her way to the bedroom. Looking about for her bag considering that maybe her father had been inside once already before stepping back out to smoke. Nowhere to be found she concluded that it wasn’t him that took her things.

Sighing with relief she sat down on the couch and began folding laundry. With no sounds heard until grunts and the squeaks of bedsprings she knew exactly where her parents were. Her Father had taken her mother to bed. A peaceful ease crept over her body. The shadows had rescued her this night.

For now!

The ocean was beautiful at night. Nick Sanchez having gone outdoors to enjoy the precious calm, only the lapping of waves and the shrill cries of his prisoner were ruining his sojourn into enlightenment.

Standing on the beach in total darkness Nick Sanchez pondered the image of Midnight Amador. Stroking his cock to her inner illusion he envisioned her in Caprice Comstock’s place, trussed up unable to move, gagged, an automated dildo ramming into her cunt on a persistent routine. Something about the waitress inspired his longing to own a slave, a human pet if you will. Sadly, she still needed work on who she herself wanted to be.

Caprice was merely a means to an end. While drop dead gorgeous in a Jenna Jameson kind of way she was not who Nick wanted. Sex was good, but there had to be more to it. Perhaps Caprice was the experiment he himself needed, like Midnight, there was something ... missing.

“The blond sure likes to play siren.” He referred to the mythology of the sea. “Can’t deny she’s enjoying her temporary home. Trouble is ... where’s the tranquility?” He brooded over seeking peace rather than her excessive wails even while gagged. “Gonna be a long two hours.” He predicted the time as only 10:00 PM. Caprice had endured her skeletal lover Ollie for the last hour and a half and was not begging for release. That part of this experiment was worth noticing. Numbskull was doing his job well!

After blocking out her noisy shrieks Nick thought of his new home on Harbinger Shoals, of how much he had to do still to make it livable. He didn’t like sponging off his friend Marcus Jericho, but with him off on another tour God knows where, his place was just sitting here all alone gathering dust and sea salt. It was nice, even his toys that Nick was well aware of were quite useful. This was what made the two soldiers’ bond, their admiration of ownership. Their dark needs to keep someone precious to their soul by confining the soul of another. Soulmate? More Cellmate. Tonight, was fun, just nothing that completed him. Perhaps this was why his dick was struggling at the moment.

“Not happening.”

He released his erection which was dwindling and puffed his cheeks. Grumbling, he turned around and headed back up to the wide-open bedroom, its back wall being large panes of glass retracting to open up the room to the world outside like an accordion. Revealing his return before her weary gaze Nick slapped her cheek to revive her enough to lock her gaze on his.

“Ollie keeping you happy?”

Her eyes rolled back as she mumbled, “Yes ... Sir!” Nick nodded, “Tell him that ... not me.” As if believing in her need to do as he said she peers toward the skull connected to her fucking machine and offers a second, “Thank you Sir.” Muffled or not it was clear enough.

“I’m going to leave you two lovebirds alone. I’ll be back to break you two up at midnight.”

Her gaze grew haunted suddenly knowing he was abandoning her. Noting a dryness on the dildo he did at least use some lube on it to help Ollie out. “Bone dry, huh Buddy?”

Caprice whimpered but knew she was not going anywhere. Strangely, this was the best sex she had ever had. Eying her bobbing breasts he felt the urge to accent their dance recital with new partners. Taking nipple clamps from a dresser drawer he attached them to her nipples making her yelp. Thin chains hooked to the clamps were strung out toward the persistent rod plunging the dildo into her. Connecting the chain to it without stopping it the device now pulled those chains taunt with each retreat, tugging her nipples hard enough to stimulate her. She rolled her eyes back each time the chains yanked back.

“Gift from your Suiter there.”

It was then he noticed her tats for the first time. Most of them were Tribal symbols amid wrapped vines. Embedded thorns drawing blood on a daily basis everywhere they grew. Vampires! Blood roses! Following her sleeves to the wrists he discovered lacerations.

“Suicide attempts?” He asked, inspecting her clamps for sturdiness. Nodding Caprice shed a tear.

“Never give up.”

On that note she arched her back and came hard. Just seconds later she opened her eyelids from its chaotic embrace. Nick was gone. Ollie was so handsome, relentless too. Wearing only blue jeans Nick Sanchez started his borrowed 4Runner, backing out of his driveway and leaving the beach house behind.

Curiosity led him back to the diner, pulling into its dimly lit parking lot. One pole light along the main road was his only source of illumination outside of headlights. Having a small flashlight in the glove box he grabbed it and walked barefoot across the gravel to reach the antique trunk he treasured most, one that held Midnight’s offerings to him.

On his car keys was a second key to the lock he replaced on the antique treasure chest. Crouching to lift the lid he flashed his light into the cavern to see if Midnight had left her latest offering. To his surprise he found many gifts at his disposal.

“Good girl. Shaved that snatch.” He then notes the severed lock of hair in its stretchy band. “Interesting! Maybe I should make a voodoo doll and poke her in the ass.” Retrieving her items, he starts to hurl the water glass of pubes then pauses with a grin.

“Hair of the Dog.”

He locked the trunk back up and took her things with him. Saving the water was inspiration in itself. Although warm Nick Sanchez sprayed whip cream on his tongue. Watery but sweet none the less.

Midnight placed her own clothing neatly into her bedroom dresser, its drawers broken and tilting on one side. Nothing ever worked properly in their home. Prepping herself to take a bath to relax she started her tub, brushing her teeth with baking soda while the water filled up. She knew one bath a day was the rule, but she was dirty and itchy from laying in the grass and crawling in the sand. Not only that but she reeked of cum. Too many questions required her being sneaky.

As her bathwater reached its desirable level, she shut off the valve then stripped out of her clothing. Stepping over the edge of the tub and into its warm embrace she sat down and found peace. Laying back to enjoy it she realized she hadn’t locked the bathroom door. After her run in with her mother that morning over it she decided to risk leaving it unlocked, even with her father home.