Episode 15: BehIND BLUE EYES

Tuesday!

Noon crept around stealthily. That, or certain tenants of the Brownstone affectionately called Angelica House, without a sign saying so, were just really wiped out tired. Angelica having been the name of Naomi Carpenter’s late great Grandmother, last name Bishop. A very biblical name without a religious influence. Still, a very good woman in her day.

After a horrifying early morning for tenant Crystal Balou, her emotions had taken their toll. Having been raped without the hardcore act of manhood within, unless counting a threesome of fingers, okay, yeah, she was raped, Crystal had gone into a traumatized coma. Slumber much needed, even under the circumstances of being handcuffed, with a ball gag dangling around her neck, she found herself in the care of newly minted friend Gavin Lee Reese. Gnarly to his up-and-coming fans.

Her apartment keys locked in her abandoned car blocks away, she barely got home without further drama. Having clung to the shadows of the night, as nude as the day she was born it was quite the trek. She had gone streaking in her high school days, but that was nearly ten years ago. The act itself didn’t bother her, it was not knowing if her stalker, rapist, was following her, laughing at her predicament.

As a police officer with serious connections, her assailant Roy Brennon had her in a bind. She knew she didn’t want framed for some trumped up charge or sent to prison. She wouldn’t survive prison. He had already warned her that family and friends would face his wrath if she disobeyed him or talked.

Having not given Gavin Reese the knowledge he needed, the Rocker chose a withdrawal tactic, leaving her cuffed to sleep on his sofa until morning. Morning was now 12:05 PM. Eyelids fluttering Crystal stared about eying her surroundings. Not a whole lot! New sofa, a small 40’ TV on a bookshelf, coffee table, end table with a lamp, very small circular dinette with the flaps down. Love the decor!

A lone framed photograph of Gnarly with his parents, taken just before he moved to Chicago from Iowa rested on a bookcase shelf by itself. Groaning, she realized three things. One, her wrists were rubbed raw by the cuffs, a light blanket was draped over her nakedness, and the most important thing, she needed to pee.

Sitting up on the second attempt her blanket slipped to the floor. Knowing she couldn’t get to her own apartment, being locked out, key in her car still, she stood up. Dancing at a full bladder, she located his bathroom door right outside his bedroom.

“What man shuts his bathroom door?” She rolled her eyes! Tapping it with her shoe it didn’t budge. “Fuck! Gnarly’s still sleeping.” Snoring loudly at that. She knew he had shut his bedroom door last night before she passed out, now however, that door was ajar. Likely left that way when he stepped out to cover her up. That alone made her relax, it showed that he cared, even if he did leave her in a compromising position.

Turning backwards to the bathroom door, she attempted to turn the knob. Wondering why she didn’t attempt that with the Brownstone’s front porch she chalked it up to stress. She wasn’t thinking clearly. As it clicked open, she scurried in without a light and examined the toilet. “Ugh! What man puts the toilet seat down?” With a pucker she sighed! “A good man.”

Using the toe of her shoe to up lift the lid up she squatted down to take a seat in rapid fashion and greedily relieved her aching bladder. As she finished, she eyed her dripping coochie, then a roll of toilet paper. “Dammit! Air dry it is. Ewww!” Hygiene was very important to her. Not today! The scent of urine alone wrinkled her nose. Of course, having been finger fucked into a flood of stimulation didn’t help her body odor. Perfume was only a temporary heroine. Casting an awkward knee up, she flushed the toilet. Washing her hands backwards at the sink was managed at least.

What now?

She couldn’t step outside his apartment for help, settling for a return to the sofa. The less people knew of her situation the better. She didn’t want anyone slipping up and calling the police out of concern. Especially her landlady Naomi. Roy had already mentioned her after seeing that she had called, just before destroying her cell and kicking it into the sewer. Losing that phone had created all kinds of chaos. There went her Uber app to make money. Loads of numbers for people and places that she hadn’t memorized.

She was due to work at the night club uptown called Barbarians tonight, tomorrow off at least. Maybe she could switch nights to give her time to think things through. Of course, Roy might not appreciate her deviation. While upset over his controlling asshole threats, the less she resisted the better for everyone she knew, including her. Not that she wanted to be any man’s sex slave, she really didn’t have much choice.

Fleeing would only hurt loved ones. Added to the fact her budget was tight as it was, getaway cash was limited. Her biggest fear was just what Roy might demand of her. After seeing the face of the other officer, who had pulled her over in the early morning it was obvious that he would be concerned too. Bad cops stuck together! With a flick of his tongue at her, she just knew any police lineup was not going to be reversed. Nothing was in her favor. Wanting to cry some more she huffed her cheeks, tilting her gaze toward Gnarly’s bedroom.

“I need my life back. Time to wake up my Prison Warden.” She frowned! “At least he’s a good-looking Jailer.” Rolling her eyes at her thoughts, certainly not the time, she stood back up and shuffled toward the bedroom door. His burley snarls aggressive had her trembling. Manley Man for certain! Facing the Lion’s den she used her hip to usher the door wide. Big mistake!

Eying him lying in bed, he was totally nude sprawled out on his back. His erect beast was hard but drooping slightly to the left. Even in his slumber the Rockstar maintained a regal stature. Whining under her breath she couldn’t take her eyes off of it. “Why me?”

After standing there uncertain of waking him, she concluded she had very little choice. The cuffs were killing her circulation. Under better conditions, being cuffed in the presence of a hot stud muffin might be thrilling. Okay, still thrilling.

“Stop thinking about sex.”

She shook her head to clear the frustration. How could she possibly ponder such a thing after dealing with Roy? Turning her back to Gnarly she lowered her gaze, taking in a deep breath before a sudden directional lift of her chin. Now looking up at the ceiling she exhaled.

“Whatever!”

Turning on her heels, she decided to crawl up onto his mattress at the foot of his bed. There she quietly moved toward Gnarly, eventually getting the nerve to straddle the 6’3 Rocker’s torso. Her sudden weight over him he snored his last. Breaking chorus his eyes barged open with a groggy narrowing.

“Wake up Sunshine.” She scowled then glanced back over her shoulder at his stiff cock. “Rise ... already risen, and shiny.”

“If you’re looking for a lock pick, I think my dick might be too large.”

“HAHA! Thanks for being here for me. Don’t read too much into the seating arrangement. Just getting your attention.”

“You had my attention at Cub jersey.”

“Aw! Gnarly? I know you want to help me but, I ... can’t involve you. If I say too much loved ones with pay for my loose lips.” She clenched her teeth at her choice of words. “Not these lips.” She glared down at herself. “Not a hooker! Thought of being an escort. Anyways! Just please get these cuffs off. Help me figure out a way to get Naomi’s master key for my apartment, so I can get dressed, and get my other car key. That is if my car hasn’t been towed already.”

“Yes or no ... Bad Cop?” She nodded a reluctant confirmation. “Rape you?”

“I guess you could say that. No intercourse except rough fingers. Gnarly? Please! I can’t give you all the gory details. It’s safer if I don’t. For myself, and you. Naomi too.” She groaned over how much she was revealing.

“He’s only one man.”

“No. He had help.” She closed her eyelids while huffing her cheeks. “Another cop pulled me over. Roy must have been a ride along.”

“Roy is his name?”

“Dammit!” She tilted her head back gruffly! “Uggggggh! Yes, his name is Roy Brennon.”

“So, other Cops are helping him.”

“Yes. I don’t know how many is the real problem that I’m facing. That scares the hell out of me. Roy told me to obey him whenever he calls, or he would find a way to punish me. Whether it be planting something on me to get me arrested ... or others. Gnarly? I don’t want him to stop Naomi and plant drugs or something. Just let me figure this out, even if I have to endure his fucked-up desires.”

“I have your back, Blue. Front too, at the moment.” He rubbed his chin eying her gorgeous breasts, well poised due to her tilted back shoulders. Cuffs did wonders! Extremely hard nipples were her own fault.

“Only you would think about sex when I’m in bad situation.”

“Bad at this very second?”

“Shit!” She laughed at herself. “Nooo! I like it here. Dammit, Gnarly! I must be out of my mind. I’ve felt your dick throbbing under my ass since I took a seat. Don’t think for a second I haven’t considered...”

“Hopping on?” He smirked!

With a devious expression she intentionally hopped up and down on his abdomen roughly, not sexually, but as a get even “FUCK YOU!” that was never vocalized. The wind taken out of his sails he chuckled at her exertion.

“I’ll settle for that. Hop off! I’ll get dressed and get you into your apartment.”

“Got anything I can wear in the meantime?”

“Yeah!” He stretched over to his bedside stand and retrieved a sleeping mask. Her eyes bulged at his tormenting.

“Don’t you dare.” She reacted avoiding his playful advances.

“Might as well complete your bondage act.”

“Stop!” She began giggling, knowing he was only teasing her. Having been molested or not, Crystal Balou needed a good laugh. “Be serious.”

“Fine!” He dropped the blinder to the mattress.

Eying it while lying there she sighed, “Not what I meant.”

“Well, now!” He snatched up the mask as she leaned forward over him. Carefully he wound the elastic band around her head and positioned the blinder over her eyes. “I hate losing those big blue eyes.”

“Right now, I’m living in dark times, Gnarly. I might as well get used to it.” She dropped over him and wiggled her body into a stretched-out relaxation. Letting her lips roam his chest and neck, made Gavin feel guilty. Stopping her by gripping her shoulders, she hesitated.

“We don’t have to do this, Blue.”

“Shut up and seduce me, before I change my mind.”

Reaching his muscular arms downward he squeezed both of her ass cheeks, scooting her body higher. Feeling her meaty nipples trail his chest hair he rolled his eyes. Her lips located his and they kissed for a steamy ten minutes straight. Wrists aching or not, she enjoyed her dilemma.

Rolling her over carefully so as not to hurt her arms, he stormed her body in trailing kisses. Neckline pelts took her breath away. Bruises avoided as best he could, knowing their tenderness must be agony, he devoured her nipples and inhaled their succulence. She whimpered at his considerate torment.

“Gnarly...” She called out, not even wanting a reply. He didn’t! She wished that her hands could reach out for him. Unable to she thanked God for this man. Not for his concern for her wellbeing, but... “God, I love it when you swirl your tongue around my areolas.”

He could feel her nipples growing even thicker within his mouth. Without a sound he continued his journey. Kissing downward over her abs, he wagged his tongue inside her belly button. Giggles and huffs of pleasure were offered up as he moved lower, whimpers, warm breath from his nostrils tempting her micro thin strip of pubic hair. Suddenly, she arched her hips.

“Gnarly? I’m unclean. Since Roy, and I just peed in your restroom.” Ignoring her, he devoured her pussy anyway. “Oh, fuck! Thank you, Gavin.” She squealed at his tongue burrowing deep within her. No fingers applied for fear of her emotions Gavin merely fed. She couldn’t have been happier. Cumming beneath his tongues desirable intrusion Gnarly continued his feast. Not until a second flood dousing his chin, did he relent. Breathless, she lay there as he moved lower lifting one leg after another kissing every inch until reaching her heels.

“I should have taken these off of you last night for comfort. Wasn’t thinking!”

“At least I was wearing something around you.” She giggled as he gently removed both heels, massaging her feet until making her coo. “That feels delightful.” Sucking on her toes, even more of a surprise. “I’ve never once had my toes sucked on. Very nice!”

Shocked further he guided her over onto her belly. Moving back upward, he kissed along her legs up to her assets. There she hoisted her hips as his exhales glazed between the crevice of her shapely ass. After a good number of kisses over her cheeks he pried them apart with mighty thumbs before licking her anal button. Her mind reeled at the unexpected sensations. “Another first! Oh, my God!” He tortured her pucker for five minutes while eying her cuffed hands looking rough in places from being worn so long. Tempted to halt his love making quest, he heard her questioning his hesitation.

“Please don’t stop.”

Another two minutes he gave the gorgeous blonde what she needed, hopeful that this excursion was the right thing to do. In a brash move his knees pried her legs wider. She complimented his approach by spreading as wide as possible. Feeling the tip of his crown teasing her cheeks, she moaned.

Slapping both cheeks with his monstrous dick in a playful paddling, Gnarly lined his beast directly up to her tight little pussy and slowly penetrated her. Hearing a deafening, “Yesssss! Fuck that thing is huge.” Her quivering led him to believe she was happy.

Hovering over her back, he thundered forward at an increasing rate. Each insertion hearing a begging, “Oh, God!” his retreat a disappointed, “Nooo!” Back and forth he heard her exhausted pleas. Finally, he chuckled and reached up to her neck for the dangling ball gag. She knew what he intended and opened her mouth wide for it to be applied.

Her fingers digging up at his belly for attention she submitted and let him make the decisions. Rising to his knees he abandoned her touch in favor of guiding her hips higher. Knees lifting her along with his encouragement he fucked her doggy style without relent. In a rash move Gnarly gripped the cuffs between her hands and drew her higher still, her face buried into his mattress. Lost in her moans, there was no pain. His other hand swatted her ass cheek five dramatic times, each impact, Crystal rallying a muffled, “Fuck, yes.” through her ball gag.

Seeing her ecstasy firsthand he went further. His right hand leaving her rosy cheeks reached North to snatch up her blonde hair. Tugging her head back she cried out her compressed desires. “Haaarder!”

The gift destroyed her mind. Not only did she have a screaming orgasm, but she stained his bedding beyond hope. For over an hour he ravaged her holes. Moving from pussy to anal. He heard, ‘Owwww!” more than a few times. Shoving an arm sized cock up a tight hole had its drawbacks. Every time he considered stopping, she whimpered, “Mooooore!”

Smirking. he remained on track. Watching his burrowing beast slipping in and out of her anus, gave him pleasure. He enjoyed seeing himself inside beautiful women. Crystal Balou was in a class all by herself. He never skipped class. Except to get stoned!

Feeling himself ready to shoot a wondrous load, he decided to pull out of her ass and pepper her cheeks. Cooing at his guttural grunts and falling raindrops she quaked with joyous reality. Exhausted sounds leaving her, she heard water running in his bathroom. Obviously, he was cleaning himself up. She lay there breathing heavily with the biggest smile she had ever displayed. Within her mind she counted her blessings. “Thank you, Gavin. I could get used to that.” That of course she kept to herself.

Hearing the water shut off, Gavin donned his sweatpants, before plucking up jingling keys. Chin lifted Crystal mumbled, “Don’t leave me like this.” in garbled words. He most certainly did. She struggled but stayed put. Darkness a little longer seemed par for the course of her future.