by Silver Lake
So, even though Josh work her up from a peaceful sleep, she was overjoyed that he’d come to her. He was naked, save for a pair of boxer shorts, and his sleek smooth body looked beautiful in the low glow of the crystal lights that served as the house’s illumination. His eyes were wide and glistened with fear.
“Oh baby, don’t be scared,” Callie said, her heart melting at the sight of him. She slept naked, and she pulled back the sheets to show off her body. The desire on his face was exquisite and his rock hard dick was straining against the fabric of his boxers. “Come here,” she ordered him.
He obeyed as if in a trance, and she pulled down his shorts. Her mouth locked on to his succulent meat. He tasted wonderful and she swallowed him eagerly.
“Oh fuck,” he gasped. “No, please, you’ll make me cum.”
She pulled away from him and grinned up at him. “Don’t worry about it baby. Come on, lie down on the bed.”
Josh obeyed and she straddled him. He let out a sharp breath as his cock slipped in to her tight vagina. Slowly she rode him, as he reached up and squeezed and fondled her breasts. Pleasure ran down in to her pubic bone as her nipples stiffened under his touch.
“Oh Callie,” Josh whispered. “You’re beautiful! Ah, I love you!”
His genuine tenderness sparked the heat inside her, and she shuddered with orgasm. “Fuck! You’re amazing Joshy! You made me cum!”
“Yeah!” he grinned. “Fuck yeah!”
She pushed down on to his dick and fucked him hard, determined to return the favor. He moaned and thrashed beneath her steady motion, and ejaculated hard, filling her with his juice. She rode the on the sensation, hoping that he would be the father of her first child if she had one.
Afterwards, she sagged against him, and they slept together wrapped in each other's arms. As she stroked Josh’s hair, she fell in to a deep contented sleep.
*
The months went by and so did the fucking, until one day the Primals got what they wanted. Lying in her bed, with her boys naked and curled up around her she looked again at the pregnancy test that had finally come up positive. They’d done it. The prospect of motherhood frightened her, but on a deep, instinctive level she knew this was so very right. She was saving a people from extinction and it made her feel magnificent. As she settled back and nestled against Dylan, she realized she’d found the new life she’d been seeking. Nothing was ever going to take her from it.
Defiled
“And here,” said Doctor Morton, pointing a bejeweled finger out of the aircraft window, “is the Graveyard of the Snow Giants!”
Sitting opposite him, Vanessa peered down at the vast panorama of snow clad mountains. They rose up in majestic splendor beneath them, interspersed with the jagged remains of cyclopean fortresses and towers. A shudder of fear went through the girl as she imagined the type of creatures that could live in such a remote place and build such fearsome looking structures.
“Once this mountain range teemed with Yeti,” Doctor Morton went on enthusiastically, “and contrary to popular belief, they possessed a rich and vibrant culture that was surely an equal to the ancient Kosala Monarchy.”
“Why did the Snow Giants die out?” Vanessa asked, consumed with fascination. “Most of the books say they were struck down by the Gods for being sinful.”
Doctor Morton barked a laugh. “Ah, my poor sweet naïve girl,” he purred. “How terrible it is that your education has been blighted by the rigid. It pains me to see such a bright and vibrant mind stymied by conservative teachings.”
Vanessa felt Jack, her bodyguard, grow tense next to her. If anyone was stymied by conservative teachings it was large, surly man who protected her. It was clear to her that he disliked Doctor Morton intensely.
Seemingly oblivious to Jack’s hostility, Doctor Morton lit up a cigarette. Sinuous green smoke curled upwards in to the cabin like a serpent. “Yes indeed,” he said, his small obsidian black eyes fixing on her, “I must take your future education and development firmly in hand.”
Vanessa mustered a shy smile and tried to avoid his piecing gaze. The doctor had instilled a feeling of fear and repugnance in her as soon as they had met at the airfield. He was overly familiar for a stranger and she didn’t like how he kept looking at her breasts.
“Thank you,” she said politely. “But there won’t be much time for education when I am married, doctor.”
“Ah yes, your forthcoming nuptials,” Doctor Morton said. “Your husband-to-be is a very lucky man. Tell me are you looking forward to your impending coupling?”
Vanessa felt her cheeks grow bright hot at the impropriety of such a question. She saw Jack clench his fists and grew uneasy. She knew he would have quite happily snapped Doctor Morton’s neck for being so presumptuous.
She dipped her head and looked down at her tightly clasped fingers in her lap. “I hope to be a good and supportive,” she said diplomatically.
Doctor Morton made a sound at the back of his throat, and she caught the look of contempt he gave her. “A very noble sentiment,” he said, with equal diplomacy.
Vanessa looked back out of the window, pretending to study the grandiose landscape below. Doctor Morton seemed content to leave her be for a while, and her thoughts drifted uncomfortably back to her impending marriage.
She'd agreed to the match really to please her father. He was a powerful man who could be as ruthless with his family as he was with business rivals. She'd bet her husband-to-to, Brady, at a business function. They'd hit it off well enough but the next week at dinner her father had grilled her endlessly. He loved seeing her with a young man who worked for him. Someone he could control. Against her better judgment she'd allowed him to push her into organizing a date and now, a year later, she was on one last adventure before returning home to marry and settle down. She would be a good wife, help her husband become successful and raise their children to someday take over the family empire. It was a perfect plan. Perfectly boring and passionless. Brady was sweet and dull and terrified of her father.
She knew all this, and accepted it. But somewhere inside her, beneath the layers of indoctrination and tradition, a fiery spark of independence wanted more. Sex was a complete mystery to her. Once, she’d tentatively approached her mother on the subject, but the matriarch had dismissed her brusquely. Her knowledge as limited to books and the occasional racy movie she'd catch on television late at night. Vanessa would learn what to do on her wedding night.
Sometimes, she would have the most vivid dreams, and she found when she rubbed a silk cushion between her slender legs it provoked the most wonderful sensations. It was especially pleasurable when she thought of Jack as she pushed the cushion between her naked thighs. She imagined his strong hands exploring the sleek contours of her body, playing and caressing her pert breasts and scooping her up in his powerful arms. Her cunt, that’s what her friend Lucy called it, ached and tingled as she fantasized about Jack, but in the cold light of day guilt would knife through her for surrendering to sin. She would often pray to the Gods, pleading with them to take away these strange urges. To make her a proper young woman whose heart and body yearned for her husband instead of her long-time bodyguard.
“You look deep in thought, my dear,” Doctor Morton’s syrupy voice interrupted her thoughts. “Contemplating your future destiny?”
“I was merely enjoying the view, Doctor Morton,” Vanessa said politely. She was beginning to share Jack’s enmity toward the annoying little man. He’d latched on to them at the private airfield. He was some distant acquaintance of her father and an expert in this part of the world. Mythological etymology or something. Vanessa wasn’t really sure. A lot of what he said had gone straight over her head.
Whatever his expertise, Vanessa found him a crushing bore and there was no escape from his company for the next six hours at least. She’d hoped he might turn his attentions to the other passenger, but so far there wasn’t much chance of that happening.
On the other side of the gan
gway from her sat Mr. Quare, a business man, as thin and taciturn as Doctor Morton was podgy and garrulous. He hadn't spoken a word since they boarded the plane, but as she eyed him she could see he was agitated.
Abruptly, Mr. Quare got to his feet. Vanessa looked at him, curious. He looked very pale, and the girl wondered if he was ill. He headed toward the front of the plane, and the co-pilot gave him an anxious smile.
“Are you all right sir?” he asked.
“Get on your feet!” Mr. Quare ordered harshly.
The co-pilot frowned at him in confusion, and Vanessa froze in terror as Quare pulled a revolver from his jacket and pointed it in the other man’s face. “On your feet! Now!”
The pilot glared up at Quare. “What in blazes do you think you’re doing?” he roared.
“Quiet!” snapped Mr. Quare, waving the gun around menacingly. “All of you! Do as you’re told and no one will be hurt!”
Next to her, Jack quickly reached for his own pistol inside his jacket.
“I wouldn’t advise doing that,” Doctor Morton said languidly. Vanessa nearly screamed when she saw the pistol he was holding in his own flabby hand. “Should you do anything foolish, I’d be forced to shoot this attractive young lady here, and then I wouldn’t get a ransom for her and this little escapade will have been for nothing.”
Vanessa stared at him, unable to comprehend what he was talking about. What ransom? Were they actually trying to kidnap her? Panic-stricken, she looked at Jack. Very slowly he pulled his hand back out of his jacket. Burning fury blazed in his jet black eyes.
“Very good,” Doctor Morton said a smug expression on his fat face. He was obviously relishing Jack’s anger. “Now, Captain, you will please change course. We are now going to head in to southern airspace.”
“Sir, that is a very dangerous area. We’ll be shot down!”
“Don’t worry about that,” Doctor Morton replied not even bothering to turn round. He was looking intently at Vanessa, an unpleasant gleam in his beady eyes. “Mr. Quare will radio ahead to our friends waiting for us.”
“What? Friends? Who the hell are you people?”
“They belong to the Red Serpent Society,” Jack’s gruff voice boomed through the cabin. “We have been hijacked.”
“How very perceptive of you,” replied Doctor Morton. “Mr. Quare and I are indeed agents of that enlightened organization.”
“Bandits and terrorists,” Jack spat. “You’ll be flayed alive for this outrage.”
“We are holy warriors, fighting against the shackles of oppression and ignorance,” Doctor Morton retorted. His pleasant tone hadn’t faltered, but Vanessa could see the anger in his eyes, provoked by Jack’s words. She couldn’t believe this nightmare was happening. She had heard of the Red Serpent Society of course. Insane fanatics committed to spreading carnage and. They raised money through shady business deals and criminal activity to fund their evil deeds, all in the name of holy war. While crooks like them were part of the reason she'd had a boyguard, she’d never once conceived of ever coming face-to-face with this evil organization.
“How does kidnapping an innocent child fight oppression?” Jack sneered. “You miserable cowards, I will kill you myself if you lay a finger on her.”
“The ransom we receive from this spoiled little bitch’s family will provide a sizable contribution to the good fight,” Doctor Morton said. “And you my surly friend had better mind your manners. I only need her alive. You,” he made an expansive gesture with his arm, “all of you are dispensable. Now I suggest everyone stays very quiet and behaves themselves. It’ll go easier for you if you don’t cause trouble.”
“You shouldn’t be doing this,” Vanessa heard herself saying. Anger and concern for the safety of Jack and the other passengers overrode the fear she felt for herself. “These people haven’t hurt you! Stop this!”
“Is that a spine I see, my dear?” Doctor Morton let out a nasty laugh. “Not such the little field mouse after all. That’s very good indeed. I think you and I are going to have a lot of enjoyment together. I look forward to expanding your education.” His eyes burned with undisguised lust, and Vanessa recoiled in horror.
What happened next, unfolded in a nightmarish blur for the girl. The plane banked hard and shook. Seizing the distraction, Jack lunged at Doctor Morton.
Despite his bulk, Doctor Morton was surprisingly agile. He darted from his seat and smacked Jack hard across the face with his pistol. Vanessa screamed, but the bodyguard rolled with the blow and lashed out with his fist, hitting Doctor Morton in the face.
Pandemonium now reigned in the cabin. Doctor Morton wailed and she sobbed. A heartbeat later, a gunshot rang out silencing them both. Vanessa screamed again as the pilot slumped forward over the controls of the aircraft. It plunged downwards sending everybody toppling forward. Vanessa stared around in panic. Jack and Doctor Morton were struggling in the gangway, while the co-pilot and Mr. Quare clambered over to the prone figure of the captain.
There was another gunshot, and Vanessa felt ice cold air whoosh through the cabin. Everyone was screaming around her, and she couldn’t think properly. All she could focus on was trying to make sure Jack was all right. The plane bucked and lurched violently and she went tumbling forward. Her eyes met Jack’s and she cried out to him. Then her head connected with something hard and metallic, and everything went black.
*
Slowly and painfully, consciousness returned. Vanessa was terribly cold. Wincing with the effort, she opened her eyes and found herself looking up at a stark blue sky. The ground beneath her prone body was cold and soft.
For a few moments she couldn’t remember where she was, or what had happened. But then the plane and the attempted hijack returned to her mind in full force, and she sat up suddenly, ignoring the pain in her muscles. When she’d taken in the scene around her, she almost threw up.
She was sitting in the thick snow several feet away from the crumpled remains of the aircraft. It had ploughed in to the ground, barely recognizable now, looking flimsy and pathetic. There was a massive rent in its side, from which its insides had fallen out. Mangled bodies lay sprawled on the snow before it.
“Jack!” Vanessa cried out. She scrambled to her feet and half ran half limped to where the big man was lying. “Jack,” she gasped again. “Jack are you hurt?”
Jack didn’t respond. Blood crusted most of his bearded face, and he wasn’t breathing. “Jack!” Vanessa shook him hard. Her small hands were numb with cold. “Jack, please wake up!”
It was no good. She’d known he was dead as soon as she saw him, but didn’t want to believe it. Her body started to shake, and the tears came unchecked down her face. She slumped against his broad chest, sobbing uncontrollably.
Vanessa was unsure how long she sat there, devour by grief and despair. Eventually, she remembered the others. They might be alive, she realized. There could be something she could do. Forcing herself to stand again, she tottered over to the others, but it was a wasted effort. They were all dead. She was the only survivor. By some miracle she’d been thrown clear of the plane when it crashed.
The thought brought little comfort. If she didn’t find shelter and food she was as good as dead. A part of her wanted so very badly to lie down with Jack and wait for the inevitable, but the spark of fire she carried deep in her soul wouldn’t allow her to give up.
With tremendous effort, she turned and looked around her surroundings. The sheer walls of mountains reared up around her, and in the middle distance the jagged spire of a tower sliced up through the sky. She was in the Graveyard of the Snow Giants, she realized, trapped in the very heart of a dead civilization. Fear overwhelmed her again. There wasn’t another living soul or any type of habitation for hundreds of miles. There was no hope of rescue. But she had to try, for Jack’s sake. He had given his life in service to her family, protecting her since she was a child. For the honor of his sacrifice, she had to keep going.
Her flimsy gold pumps let in the cold
, and her small feet were like blocks of ice. Her clothes were reduced to damp rags, clinging uncomfortably to her slender body. Her breath frosted in the chill air. But she ignored the discomfort, and plunged forward. With no other reason other than it was straight in front, she set a course for the shattered tower.
Time moved with glacial slowness, and Vanessa drifted along, lost in her despair. The tower stayed in front of her, seemingly never getting any closer. She was frozen to the bone, and wanted so very much to collapse in the soft snow, and curl up in to a ball. It was hopeless, she told herself. Better to give up now and let the inevitable happen. At least this way, she could be with Jack again in the afterworld.
Something suddenly caught her eye in the rock face to her left. A patch of darkness, deeper than the grey of the mountain had appeared. Embers of hope kindled inside her. Was it a cave she was looking at? It was too good to be true, but that didn’t stop her breaking away from her path towards the tower. She staggered towards it as fast as her aching body would let her, like a thirsty man who had seen an oasis in the desert. The patch of darkness grew larger the closer she got, and to her relief she saw it was a cave, a huge gaping mouth in the mountainside. There might not be any food inside, but at least it offered shelter and perhaps even warmth. It would be a respite from the merciless mountain air while she waited for rescue.
Without a second thought, she plunged inside. It was dark and musty inside, and she suddenly feared that it might be the den of a wild animal, but it seemed deserted. Tentatively, she went in deeper, finding herself in a wide chamber. To her surprise, she found furs covering the floor, and what looked like the remains of a campfire.
