Rehab

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White wall tires, light blue rusty paint, and an old man's look of below the speed limit all it's life, the old 1974 dodge lit the road on fire on the run. And now she was tired and rolling in the corn field for cover. Troy was letting the engine idle among the stocks of corn while counting his money, 852 dollars and some change. He'd just robbed a corner store and ran before the cops came. The car? He didn't know who's it was, only that it was his now. And a damn fine junker too. Good engine..

The barrel of the gun gently nudged up against the back of his head. "Hands up." And the small bills instantly fell down on his lap and scattered while he obliged. "Get out. Slowly.." And the door opened. "Yah yah! Sure.." And he slowly stood with his hands in the air. "Turn around." And when he did instead of a cop he saw a beautiful buxom blonde. Right away he was confused. "Are you a cop?" "No." "What do you want?"

She was tall and wet looking. Like she were just coming out of a sprint. She wore this short short cut off jeans that went all the way up her long long shiny legs. And a tank top that was dirty, like she were in a scuffle. Her hair was long and messy, and down past the shoulders. And her face.. Her face looked like the face of an angel. Slowly the barrel of the gun she held with both hands went down and relaxed. And a hypnotic stare filled Troy's soul with amazing wonder.

"A ride."

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Troy couldn't look too much longer. "What the fuck are you doing? Jesus Christ!" "Shutup." She whispered, pumping the man's face. Pumping out jerks and quivers. A weird devouring..

Then her head turned to face him. A stare of deep feminine withdrawal.. in a world Troy could never hope to know. "Reach in his pants." She said. "His wallet." "What?" "His wallet. His credit card.. Mmmm.." And reluctantly Troy went to the foot of the bed and felt the back of his jeans. His torso was jerking like some fish out of the god damned water. And the sounds didn't lead much further away. That massive naked ass hugged and wrapped around his head like it were the mouth of some shark.. slurping sounds. Pumping sounds.. Whining sounds. The guy was crying. He pulled out his wallet and looked for the credit card.

"There's an ATM across the street. His pin number is 4219. Go withdrawal all the money and come back. Oh... Jesus Christ he's sweet.."

"Are you serious?" He said the look of teerful manipulation in his face. But she didn't answer him. Instead, her head turned the other way and she continued her ugly.. ugly in the sense of how much control this chick had over men.. screw. And Troy left the hotel room and did what she told him to.

He'd always do what she told him to..

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The two sat behind the park bench. Troy with a hotdog, Melissa with a hamburger. Their relationship was a mystery to Troy, but he eventually came to the realization that she wasn't going to hurt him. And on that bright sunny day at the hamburger stand, the old ford pickup parked next to where they sat and ate, he finally got the courage to ask her. And the stomach..

"What do you do to them?" He said, munching midway thru on a delicious hotdog. Mustard on his face. She was just as somber as he was. "I can read them."

"What do you mean read them? You read their minds?" "Yes. I've always been able to. But only when I sit on them." She said, a seductive grin on her face back at him.

"I can tell you everything about them. Everything. Their lives, their wives, their social security numbers, everything." "And they die." "Mmm hmm.. It's like I eat them."

"You're afraid of me, aren't you." "No." "Yes you are. I won't hurt you.." She said with a pretty smile, turning away and staring off into the flat scenery. The wind blew her golden hair like a dance.

"You won't hurt me?" And she laughed. "No.. I'm going to make us rich."

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"He's married." She said, sitting next to him in the truck. "We'll follow him to work or something tomorrow." And she opened the passenger door. "Hey! Wait! You're not going to go in there with his wife in there, are you?"

The truck was parked on a dark corner under a tree on the side of the road. She'd brought him here, next to a house. A nice house. A nice brick house with a big yard and a bmw in the driveway. "You're coming with me." "I am?" And she stepped outside and closed the door. Troy followed in a panic. He was going to yell at her on that dark street waking up the neighborhood, but caught himself. "Wait!" "C'mon, before he sets the alarm."

They were in the kitchen right beside the back door. Melissa walked in unzipping the fly on her cutoff jeans and Troy followed with his gun raised. The wife was at the kitchen sink where she dropped and broke a dish screaming. The man just stared up at Melissa walking straight towards him.. a pout on his face. A look of awe.. "Shutup!" Troy yelled. "Don't move!" Then the man stood. "Hey.. what are.." And Melissa's hand slid in behind his head and she pulled him to her crotch. The guy stumbled and kicked, more in surprise than anything else. Kicking over the kitchen chair. "DAN!" The lady yelled, and Troy grabbed her. "Shutup!"

The man went down to the floor on his back and Melissa, like she were in some kind of current, just flowed on top of him. It all happened so fast. His hands grabbed at the pockets of her cutoff jeans, tugging and pulling, but they began to jerk.. And spasm.. as she descended on top of him. Her back to Troy and the guys wife. The flexing of her ass poking in and out the jeans over the man's face.

And like magic that to this day Troy simply could not understand, the guy went limp. The guy was hers.. That fast. So fast you couldn't believe it..

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The breathing got heavy.. soft.. and it was like she'd just finished a long cry the way she was whining while tugging clear her shorts one leg at a time. Stumbling.. unlady like. That bare naked shiny ass finding it's way home over top of that stranger's face. Cracking open wide around his chin, and then squeezing the look of pornographic shock.. stink. It was so strange. The guy's wife couldn't help herself anymore. She pulled herself clear screaming and ran towards her husband on the floor, grabbing at Melissa's hip before Troy got her back under control again. "Tie her up." She barely managed out her whine. And just at the same time you started to hear the man scream. Like something insidious were happening to him. A muffled cry behind a dozen walls that quivered his body into submission while she pulled on the back of his neck to get his jaw slack, to let the mystery in. You'd hear it in the deafening silence. An ooze squirted out excited.. hot. Plugging up the man's cries for help. No bed.. no couch.. no chair.. just a clean hard tile floor and Melissa was in the exact spot she wanted to be for the rest of her life. An arm grabbed at the wall trying to find comfort. Balance.. for that sacred contact. That pefection on the mouth. "Tie her up!" She yelled. Her hair spinning as her head turned in frenzy. "Yah sure." And Troy pulled her out into the living room. "NO!! NO!!! YOU LEAVE MY HUSBAND ALONE! NO!!!"

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The sound bounced off that hard floor in an echo destinctly kitchen, while Troy tied the teery eyed lady up. Almost in a state of shock herself at what she'd witnessed, her stare never focusing on him. Blank.. And that sound from the kitchen. Those moans. That distant scream.. He went back into the kitchen to find Melissa well under way. Sweat pouring off of her chin falling down on the guy's forehead. An ooze like hot jello slipped down on that hard floor around his ears, sticking his hair. And she'd pulled up her tank top just over the breasts that were hard and poking outwards lactating.

The look on her face was sheer fantasy. A woman who'd found a place she never wanted to leave in the recesses of her mind. A sleepy stare.. A pale eye... A salivating mouth.. And a runny nose. She felt the secretion creep in around the palm of her hand that pulled against the back of his neck. She felt her sex sink deep into the man's being. Knowing him like noone could ever know anyone before. A natural selection of everything he was for her.. and for her alone. It was like a mud bath, hot and thick, with tired muscles and eerily comfortable massage. "She's tied up." He said. His voice weak and hard to hear. And like she did before, she just ignored him.. and screwed.

Screwed.. the way only she could.

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The rain outside was fierce.. The two of them sat in that luxurious hotel room, Melissa in an incredibly seductive but casual pose on her bed rubbing oil on her skin.. One bare naked leg at a time.

"Over 32,000 dollars." Troy said. And she smiled, not turning her stare away from the TV. "Let's split it." "That is split. 50/50.." And she laughed. He put his feet up on his bed and just stared at her. She was so beautiful. Yet so dangerous.. His urges, all his urges about this woman were met with fear. Being alone with her day after day like this. The knowledge of what she could do. Of what she did to people. Innocent people.. So mercilessly. And she caught his stare.

"What's wrong?" "Nothing.. I'm just wondering." "Wondering what?" "Why me?"

It was uncanny the way she could turn it on. The way the air came alive around her. All of a sudden she put on a motherly look of concern that made him melt. "You're so stupid." She said.

"What were you doing there in that cornfield?" And like that. Like the snap of a finger, it was back to normal. No more thousand invisible eyes of concern making you feel like an object of unnatural affection. But she turned away and shrugged off his question, walking towards the bathroom. It was almost heartbreaking. Some people never understand where the geek is coming from when he feels like he's being ignored and left alone. Troy never did. He'd always grown up in the in-crowd. The bullying crowd.. but that moment, like so many other moments with this woman, he knew. She created such a thick attraction around her at her whim, whatever she did that didn't concern you made you feel alone. And yet? She'd give you an ounce of affection and it was like the weight of an elephant.

"Seriously, Melissa. What were you doing there?" "It's not important." "It is to me." And she came out from the bathroom wall.. a casual stare back at him. Honesty's terror..

"His name was Nick.."

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"I can't do it like that anymore.. I can't hurt you." Troy was down on the rug. He'd felt so small. He'd felt so scared and used. His body had refused to move, the terror was so thick. Every hair in his body stood on end, and he squated down on the rug looking like he was going to put his head under the bed. His neck couldn't keep his head steady.. It was shaking. And deep down in his gut he felt the urge to throwup.

He didn't know it but out of his voicebox was coming a steady quivering moan.. Almost like a cry. Melissa sat down on his bed next to where he had his feet only a few seconds ago, and put her hand on his head massaging it carefully. Like a mother.

"I'm not going to hurt you Troy. He wasn't at all like you." "No?" "No.. he was greedy.."

"I'm so scared. I'm so scared, Melissa.. I can't believe how scared I am." "I know." And she slid down to the carpet next to him pulling his head to her chest. Troy, teerless, cried like a baby there. "I'm not going to hurt you." She whispered. "I'm not going to hurt you.. shhhhh..."

And Melissa did the strangest thing. Under any other circumstance it'd have been normal, but under this one? With this man and this woman? It was strange..

A hand went under his chin, delicately pointing it upwards. It shivered uncontrollably. Like a million volts were flowing thru it, but her hand delicately held it in place. And she softly kissed him on the lips.

Troy didn't close an eye the whole time. So calm and casual and loving, her beautifully soft lips. So awkward, so scared, and so terrified his gaze..

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"No... NO! What did you do to my husband? Wha wa wa what did you do?" Melissa had her straddled. Now that the tape was gone from her mouth she was a multitude of fearful questions. Down on the rug on her back with Melissa straddling her, climbing up further and further with her husband's dead stink all over her. "I ate him." She whispered, in a hypnotic state. "And now I'm going to eat you.." "NO!! NOO!! MMMMmmmm.." And Melissa buried her face in hot pussy. Thick with spit and the weird death of her husband. Troy just watched standing over in a corner of the room by the fireplace. His heart sinking ever further.. His fear getting bigger and bigger.

"She's a monster." He thought. A teer falling down his cheek..

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When you wake up. Am I going to wake up? Yes. When you wake up I don't want you to ever think about this again. Do you understand? Yes. You're still frightened? Yes. No! I mean, no. You're still frightened. I have to love you some more. No! I'm not frightened! I promise you I'm not anymore! Please? Let me wake up.. Please..

How do you ask someone who can read your mind, who can read the truth, to let you go? To set you free? And someone who finds fulfillment in it. Sexual fulfillment! It's in her best interests.. One of a thousand orgasms.. one of a thousand screams. A unity yet a masturbation. You fake her. You beg her. You tell her lies so deep they convince you yourself! That you're not afraid.. That you trust her.. That she doesn't have to kill you.

"Let me go, Melissa. Please! I promise I won't run away.. I promise I won't! Please Melissa! Please.."

Troy woke from his sleep in a sweat. He'd think it a nightmare and brush it off as such were it not for the beautiful leg curled up high on it's side on his stomach. The light bouncing off of it like nature's reflection. She was sound asleep right next to him. An arm above his head. A breast behind soft langerie by his face. And her soft sumptuous lips right next to his eyes. His sweaty stare. It was early morning and she'd not yet woke. "Run Troy.. Run!" "No.. I can't... I can't move."

"Is it morning?" "Yes." And she turned around slowly waking up. "Everything's going to be ok, Troy. I'm going to make us rich." "I know."