A Charmed Life - The Rescue
copyright 2010 by Sailbad
Part: 8 of 8
Warning: Explicit sexual content. Distribution to minors forbidden.
Disclaimer: This following is a work of fiction intended purely for
the entertainment of its reader. Any depiction of persons living
or deceased is purely coincidental.
Summary: The life of a woman given a special gift continues with a
sudden tragedy. She must rescue her love or lose her chance for
happiness.
When Liz woke up she glanced at the clock and noticed it was late.
She stretched and yawned and then found Fantine curled up against
her. She brushed her hair aside, kissed her forehead, and then
studied Fantine’s sweet, peaceful face. It had been so long since
Liz had ever felt anything like what brewed inside her now. She
wondered how it could be that she was so fortunate. She was truly
in love.
She lay still, holding Fantine late into the morning until finally
deciding to get up and start some coffee. She got a pot started and
slipped quietly into the bathroom to take a shower. She soaked
herself in the warm spray and thought about Fantine and their fresh
relationship. She tried to imagine what their future would be like.
Through the frosted glass of the shower door she watched a sleek,
feminine form stretch before the bathroom mirror and then turn face
her. She recognized the dark hair and graceful curves. She smiled
and reached out to touch the shower door as though painting the
image on the glass. She watched the figure sprout a long, red tail
and then walk toward her.
Fantine opened the door and warmed Liz with her smile. Liz welcomed
her with an embrace. They touched foreheads together and gazed into
each other’s eyes. Their smiles said everything.
Liz had always been careful about exposing Charm in the shower (the
soap stung so), but as their lips met she slowly pushed it out to
join Fantine. Their tails entwined and the moment became a soul
kiss.
The rest of their morning was spent in bathrobes either lying in bed
or on the sofa with hours of playful banter or heartfelt entreaties.
Fondness for each other grew on them as if it was their nature to be
lovers and friends. They tried to make an effort toward cooking
breakfast but it was useless, they could not keep their hands off
each other. Realizing the futility, they decided on venturing out
for lunch and then strayed repeatedly while trying to get dressed.
Liz’ strong sense of propriety and order prevailed and they
eventually found themselves at a quiet little restaurant beside a
stretch of river-walk.
At the restaurant and all through their lunch, Fantine continued in
her playful, almost lackadaisical mood but Liz was strictly
business.
“I’ll have to sell my car but I can just give away my furniture and
clothes,” Liz asserted, she was practically just thinking out loud
because Fantine was not really in a planning frame of mind. “That
leaves us with just a few boxes to take with us.”
“My boat is waiting for us in San Diego,” offered Fantine, then she
gave a mock pout. “Why do you not tell me again how much you love
me?”
“Perfect. I’ll tell them I accepted a job in Baltimore,” continued
Liz, ignoring Fantine’s playful taunt. “Nobody would dare try to
track me down there.”
“If someone, they love you very much, then they search the world for
you, eh?”
“Silly girl. Plan now – love later,” Liz chided in acknowledgement
of her lover’s plea for attention. She took Fantine’s hand over the
table and smiled warmly at her. Lunch was over and they both needed
more private time. They agreed to go back to the apartment and curl
up together for a nap. They paid the check and eagerly headed back
to the car.
She saw him only an instant - an angry face standing in the parking
lot. Her only thought had been, ‘Oh, what is he doing here?’ Liz
quickly dismissed the incident and her mind turned back to
organizing her move and leaving this life for good.
As they approached the car, she released Fantine’s hand and walked
around the front of the car to the other side. She never saw the
quick movement from the shadows or heard the rushing footsteps. She
did hear a shriek and when she looked up she saw the figure of a
large man standing in front of Fantine. She saw the blur of motion
as the man thrust his arm repeatedly upward against her love’s
stomach. She heard gasps as Fantine took the blows.
Fantine slowly crumpled to the ground and over her, the burly
attendant from the adult bookstore stood with a bloody knife
clutched in his fist and a furious grimace on his face.
“You think you can fuck with me, bitch?” the man yelled at his prone
victim. He looked over at Liz with the same wild glare in his eyes.
He pointed the knife at her and growled through clenched teeth, “I
got the same for all you bitches.”
Liz froze in shock and fear. Her Fantine was struck down and now
she faced the same fate. She was powerless to stop him and simply
waited for his rage to spend itself on her.
The man had apparently redeemed whatever anger he had. He glanced
down at Fantine and his face melted from rage to fear at what he had
done. Instead of attacking Liz he simply thrust his bloodied hand
and weapon into his coat pocket, turned, and quickly walked away.
Liz recuperated from her shock and rushed around the car to Fantine.
When she saw her lover curled up on the ground in a pool of blood
she dropped to her knees and cried. She lifted Fantine’s head to
her lap and wailed her grief out loud. Her years of medical
training and experience fled her. Her conscious mind helplessly
retracted at the catastrophe before her.
A witness had seen the entire attack and had called for an
ambulance. Within seconds the two women were surrounded by
concerned strangers offering sympathy and aid. Liz was
inconsolable. She rocked Fantine’s limp form in her arms and called
her name but Fantine would not respond.
It was all a blur for Liz - a confusing collage of images and
events. Some passed like a blink of an eye, some dragged like
torture. Paramedics arrived and tended to Fantine. They put her on
a stretcher and Liz rode with her in the ambulance. At the
hospital, the emergency room was a flurry of activity and change.
Liz was dumbfounded through the entire experience. Covered in
blood, she stood helpless and vacant at the side of the chaos and
was physically led through the calamity in a horrified daze. At
last she was walked into a waiting room and made to sit.
It was quite some time before she climbed out of her stupor and
became responsive. Once she had seized reality, her first priority
was to find out everything she could about Fantine. She asked the
nurse at the desk and was referred to the intensive care wing. When
she got to the ICU, she was given the run around and when she found
some one who would talk to her the only thing they wanted to know
was Fantine’s vital information, her financial status and insurance.
Liz resolved herself to sit in the waiting area and wait to speak to
her doctor.
It was late afternoon when a man in a lab coat came looking for her.
“Hello, I’m Doctor Murray,” He said. “Are you the young lady who
came in with our stab victim?”
“Yes. Thank you so much for seeing me, Doctor,” Liz anxiously
replied as she rose to shake his hand. “My name is Elizabeth. How
is she?”
“I’ll be honest with you, she’s been hurt bad,” replied Dr. Murray
in a grave tone. “It doesn’t look good for her. Frankly,… we’re
surprised how well she’s hung on so far.”
Liz choked back a sob. She tried to say something to express her
desperation and dire need for his support. “But… she can’t. We
were… “ She was lost in desperation.
“I’m sorry,” Dr. Murray continued. “Does she have any family;
anyone else who should be here for her? For you?”
Liz felt stunned, like her emotions had just been tapped dry. “No,…
they’re all dead,” she said in a hollow voice. This news was so
terrible. She felt so sad for Fantine; she had so much; she had
been through so much. Now, she would lose it all, right when she
had finished her long quest. She did not even want to begin probing
her own loss; finding love for the first time in four hundred years.
She had protected her heart from this for so long and just when she
found some one to give her heart to, she was going to lose them
again. It was not fair. They had both come so far to find each
other and would now lose it all.
“Well, we’ll… do everything we can for her,” said Dr. Murray,
awkwardly fumbling for the right thing to say.
“Can I see her?” she asked, hoping he was painting a worse picture
than the situation warranted.
“It will still be a while,” he confided. “She’s still in surgery.
We’re waiting for her condition to stabilize. We’ll let you know
when you can go in.”
“Thank you, Doctor,” Liz replied. “I know you’ll do your best.”
She turned and sat down. She looked bedraggled and tired. She was
still covered in Fantine’s blood and shuddered to think what people
wondered about her. She broke down and cried.
About an hour later, a nurse summoned Liz to Fantine’s space in the
ward. When Liz saw her she was shocked. The bold, courageous girl
she met two days ago looked frail, helpless and wasted on the stark
hospital bed. Her face was pale, drawn, and listless. Her body
looked limp and fragile with all the wires and hoses dangling from
her. Liz approached her carefully and tried to be brave. She
kissed Fantine’s brow and whispered her name; hoping to draw her
from her peril. She sat by Fantine’s bed held her hand to her
cheek, lulled hypnotically by the steady beep of the cardiac
monitor.
It was starting to get dark out when Liz was roused from her lament
by the nurse telling her that the police needed to ask her some
questions. Two grave looking men were waiting for her in the
hallway.
“’ evening, ma’am,” said the taller of the two men. “I’m detective
Yates. This is detective Haney.” Each of the men offered his hand
which Liz shook in succession. “We’ve been assigned to your
friend’s case, Ms…?”
“Smith,” offered Liz. The fear of giving her personal information
to the authorities was always fresh in her mind.
“Yes, Ms. Smith,” Yates continued. “You were there at the scene.
Did you get a good look at your friend’s attacker? ”
“I did,” Liz affirmed.
“Do you think you could give us an adequate description, ma’am,”
asked Haney?
“I don’t need to,” said Liz with a twinge of vengeance in her voice.
“I’ve seen him before. He works as the store attendant at Wicked
Wanda’s Pleasure Palace. It’s east on Highway 10, just this side of
that big truck stop. He’s tall, dark hair, on the fat side with
thick eyebrows and a moustache. He usually works the night shift.”
“You know this for certain?” injected Yates.
“Oh, yes. It was definitely him,” she said. She was thrilled to
set that bastard up.
“Is there any particular reason this man might have for attacking
your friend?” queried Haney.
Liz knew she might be revealing information that could attract the
wrong kind of attention but it was for Fantine. “We were involved
in… an altercation there on Friday night.”
The two detectives looked at each other and then back at Liz.
“Altercation, ma’am?” asked Yates.
“He expelled us. Hostilities were exchanged.” She hoped they would
not probe any deeper than that. “He kicked us out for… creating a
scene.”
“And you could pick this man out of a line-up if you had to?” Yates
pressed.
“Definitely,” she did not want to be the only one in court.
“Everybody there saw him.”
“These questions are just part of our investigation,” Yates said.
“We hope your friend pulls through but… if she doesn’t, there’ll be
a homicide investigation. Is there anything else you’d like to tell
us?”
Homicide - that word brought a pang of fear and dread to her. “No.
That’s all. He’s the one. You’ll find him there.” They asked her
for her number and address in case they needed her for any more
information. Liz gave them a reasonable fabrication and they left.
Liz returned to Fantine’s side. Deep sadness and fear ruled her.
If Fantine did die, there would be an autopsy. And if there was,
they would surely discover her secret. And that would raise many
questions. This situation would quickly become toxically volatile.
‘She must not die! I can’t let her.’ Liz thought. But what could
she do?
She poured over her medical knowledge, all of her carefully gathered
facts and experience she reviewed to find some way she could help.
She even debated revealing Fantine’s nature and deep secret if it
might help her treatment.
Then an idea struck her. Fantine had been near death once before.
Her jharum pulled her through. It could again, but how? Liz knew
what she could do to help. There were many uncertainties. It would
be risky but she would have to try. To rescue her love, she would
do this and much more. She needed to work fast. She stood up and
leaned over the face of her dear Fantine. Fighting back tears, she
steeled herself to make this gambit for her life. She kissed
Fantine and left.
Outside the hospital, Liz hailed a taxi and rode to her apartment.
On the way she quickly worked out a plan of action. She needed a
skirt, for ease of access and cover; she needed her car, to move
fast and safely; and of course she needed money, for the arcade.
In her apartment, she got out of her bloody clothes and put on a
thick flannel shirt and denim skirt. She took off her panties; they
would just be a nuisance for what she needed to do. She took a long
jacket from the closet and pulled it on. Next, she needed cash.
Rummaging through her purse she found some fives and ones - enough
to occupy some time. She would be missing her full complement of
safety devices but this was an emergency and risks would have to be
taken.
For convenience sake she would go to an adult bookstore near the
hospital. She had never visited this one before because it was so
close to home. She trusted that it had enough in common with all
the other arcades she had been in that her usual technique would not
have to be altered too much.
For the second time in a week she was going into an adult video
arcade to collect sperm from store patrons. Her plan was to store
up a quantity of it within Charm and then, somehow, pass it on to
Fantine. There were some holes in her plan but she was desperate
and this was her only option. She just hoped with all of her heart
that Fantine could hold on until she got there.
A short trip from her apartment down to the main drag and then
straight downtown and she was there. She pulled into a seedy
looking old brick building at the edge of the warehouse district
with a lit yellow sign blaring out the attractions of Books, Videos,
and XXX Arcade.
It was only yesterday that she had woken to the notion she would
never have to visit such a place again but she was back again, this
time for Fantine. She took none of her pre-forage liberties to
prepare herself for the chore as she usually did. Her time was too
short and she lacked any inclination to make this pleasant in any
way. She took only a moment to reaffirm her resolve and then
stepped out of the car and closed the door. She pushed Charm out as
she walked. Charm squished wetly and she stretched it fully before
curling it under her butt, ready to strike.
Walking up the stairs to the loading dock entrance she was met by an
overweight and unattractive black woman, cheaply under-dressed in a
gaudy display of sexual enticement.
“Where you think you’re goin’?” she intoned in a threatening manner.
Liz had no time to exert her rights and simply sidestepped the
woman.
“Hey! I’m talking to you.” she insisted. “Dis MY co’na!”
“I’m not working,” was Liz’ only reply. The woman was set on making
it an issue for her to leave but Liz defused her argument by quickly
stepping through the door. ‘Let her try that in here,’ she thought.
Inside, Liz was not surprised to see anything she had not seen
before in dozens of similar such places. A barely cognizant
attendant sat on a stool behind the counter reading a paper and did
not even register her entrance. She merely glanced around the room
to find where the arcade booths were located. A sign directed her
to a dark hallway in the corner. Unlike most of her haunts, this
place was virtually deserted – Sunday obviously being a slow night
for the porn industry. She reasoned that taking her place in a
booth and waiting would not attract suitors if there were none
around to witness her presence. She needed to wait.
It was not too long before a young man stepped out of one of the
booths and then almost froze in shock at the sight of a lone female
standing in the fantasy realm of male longing. Liz hoped he had not
already spent himself. Regardless, she needed him. She smiled at
him and held him in her gaze, a very provocative maneuver but
especially for this venue. At first, he seemed to be caught off
guard like a deer in the headlights, then his expression melted into
one of disbelief, but once he figured out that he was being
propositioned with little or no likelihood of misinterpretation he
boiled over into a look of hungry lust. This was something Liz
could control easily.
Never relenting her wanton smile, she passed close by him and
entered the booth he just vacated. These were a different kind of
booth. These were narrow with a bench seat at the back. Above the
seat at about eye-level and behind a window sat a projector. A
projection screen was on the back side of the door. This did not
give her much room to work but she knew she could make good use of
it just the same. She turned around and watched him through the
open door, she made her offer with her eyes.
He took her bait but instead of entering the adjacent booth, he
walked right in with her. Not what she had planned but she could
still get what she wanted. Time demanded she take whatever chance
she had. He closed the door behind him.
“Hey, lady. So how do you want to do this?” he whispered.
Liz patted her hand on the top of the coin box and then shuffled to
change places with him. She latched the door as he dropped some
quarters into the slot. Immediately it got dark and the projector
started playing. She pushed him back toward the bench and started
to unfasten his pants. His hands went to her legs and under the hem
of her skirt.
Alarmed, Liz seized his hands. “Let me,” she whispered to reassure
him. She dropped his pants to fall about his ankles and took him by
the shoulders to apply her kiss. It was wet and sloppy, obviously
one of his first and Liz gave it to him deeply with plenty of tongue
action. His cock, probably hard since before she met him was
pressed firmly against her stomach and she took it in her hands and
tried to wrestle him onto the bench before his hands went wandering
again. She lost her lip-lock on him when he sat down and before he
could use the available light to check her out, she quickly
straddled him and thrust her pelvis firm against him.
She drew Charm within to protrude just beyond her pussy’s lips.
She opened Charm wide to grasp his cock as soon as she brought it
close. She was going to fuck him with Charm as a sleeve between
them, just like she had done with the last man she had in the arcade
on Friday. They both breathed heavily in the excitement and
struggle of the impending tryst. Liz thrust her hands between them
before he could. She dug beneath her bunched up skirt and found his
stiff rod with her hands. Lifting herself, she guided the eager
meat to Charm’s waiting mouth. Unceremoniously she sank down upon
him. Charm devoured the smooth fleshy pole to its hairy root. The
young man gasped his relief and joy and thrust his hips up to a
tight lock with Liz’. His hands seized her round butt and held her
against his straining loins.
Their fuck commenced. Liz rose again when she felt his hips rock
back and then dropped again to meet his next thrust. Charm stayed
with her and indulged his captured dick with withering caresses.
There was no denying Liz was enjoying this. She was taking a risk
in exposing her secret but she had a plan to cover herself. She
rode him for a few more thrilling pumps and then she felt it was
time to put him under. She covered his mouth with hers and pushed
in her tongue.
The effect was almost instantaneous. He clamped her ass with his
hands and trapped her against his hips as his first spurt of relief
gushed into Charm’s clutch. He grunted and his cock spat another
thick stream to join the first. Another came and then another. Liz
reasoned that he must have gotten terribly worked up in the arcade.
That and his young age were making for an enormous load. His
weakening grip on her ass and the slow drop of his hips signaled his
lapse into unconsciousness but his cock continued to feed her jet
after jet of his issue. She collected it all and fought off her
instinct to swallow it down but she kept her kiss with him to knock
him out good.
She broke her kiss and wondered if he had any more. Thinking he
might be the only guy she could find for a while, she reengaged his
mouth and waited to coax a renewed erection from him. She pushed
Charm all the way out but kept her grasp on the young dick. She
twisted and churned her snake-like organ over his and waited for a
response. It was not long before the sleeping penis woke up to its
former firm alertness. Liz took advantage of his unconsciousness to
push Charm over him deeper. She opened up Charm and devoured his
balls into her slippery, undulating grasp. She began to work her
hollow tentacle over his flesh, up and down, squeezing and releasing
over all of his most sensitive areas. She felt his muscles tense
and then the telltale throb went through his cock followed by a
fresh delivery of yet even more warm jizz. Liz broke her kiss and
let him spend in her catch while she enjoyed the silent splendor of
post erotic bliss.
As she was sucking the last trace of his cum from his slowly
drooping dick she was startled by the touch of a hand on her ass.
Bolting upright, she looked down at the face of the young man below
her. He was asleep, his arms hung limp at his sides. Twisting
around in fright, she saw an arm reaching in through the glory hole
of the adjacent booth. Relieved that she still held on to some
discretionary privacy, she quickly disgorged her companion and
raised herself while pulling Charm safely in. She placed her hand
over the hand feeling her butt and turned to address her next
victim.
The arm withdrew and Liz crouched down to see the face of a middle-
aged man through the glory hole. He put his face as close as he
could to the hole and whispered, “Hey, baby. ‘you suppose you could
bring some of that over here when you’re done?”
“If you’ve got something for me, I’m ready,” she whispered back.
Perfect timing, she was one step closer to saving Fantine. She
stood up and smoothed down her skirt before stepping out of the
booth. She looked back at the young man she just had. He was
slouched against the back of the booth with his pants around his
ankles, his sapped penis lying slack over his thigh and a contented
semi-smile lingering on his face. Liz closed the door on him and
trusted no one would take advantage of him before he came to.
Liz lightly scratched her nails on the door of her next contender’s
booth. The latch clattered and the portal creaked open. She looked
quickly around her to ensure no one was watching and then she
stepped into the projector’s flickering light. A man in a jacket
and slacks stood up before her, blocking the light. She closed the
door and latched it making herself his for the taking – or so he
thought.
“Whoa baby. You’re a hottie,” he whispered as he backed up to let
the light spill on her. “What’s this gonna cost me?” he asked.
“It’s on the house,” she responded. “I just need some play-time.”
“You ‘n me both, sweet thing,” he breathed while shrugging off his
jacket.
Liz wasted no time, she pulled him to her by his belt and planted
her kiss on him, readying him for action. Her fingers undid his
belt and pants, shoving them down she sought his hard-on. She found
it – short but very broad and jutting from a thick mass of kinky
hair. She let her hands explore him, cupping his large balls, and
tracing the enormous head.
His hands returned the favor. He had lifted her skirt and was
examining her moist cleft. Charm was safely hidden so she allowed
his fingers to part her and probe her inner folds. It was a tender
exchange she rarely indulged in and she let it play out for memory’s
sake. One finger he thrust as deep as possible in her cunt while
two others surrounded her clit in a clumsy attempt at arousal. She
surrendered to it and was surprised by a sudden orgasm that sprang
through her. It was not epic but it soothed her tense nerves. She
shuddered and cooed which seemed to give him a spat of satisfaction.
“Sit down. I want to get to it,” she suggested. She was a bit
ashamed to admit to herself but she really wanted to get Charm
wrapped around that stout lever of his.
He quickly complied. Pushing his pants all the way down and lifting
his shirttails he sat down and waited for her to mount him. His
eyes were glued to Liz’ curly snatch as she lifted her skirt and
stepped over him with her knees wide apart.
Liz pushed her hips tight against him to hide her secret. She
pushed Charm out flush to her labia and then groped for his erection
with her hand. She held him ready as she lowered her hips onto his
lap. The fat head of his cock came up firm against Charm and Liz
realized his dick and Charm around it was going to be a tight fit.
She pushed down and he would not slip in. Out of desperation she
forced Charm out and embraced his bloated head with it. She squeezed
the head firmly while drooling out her slick secretions over him to
aid passage. With another heavy bound she skewered herself on him,
Charm and all.
“Wow. That’s some pussy you got there,” he quietly exclaimed.
“How’s your pussy do that?”
A question Liz did not want to answer. She began her steady hump
against him, up and then down with a quick snap forward of her hips.
She wanted to feel his shaft and she certainly was. He was big in
her and she felt his contours exaggerated in their tight confines.
Liz let herself go and started enjoying a happy fuck.
The man’s hands were busy. He pushed up the front of her shirt and
kneaded her heavy breasts through the fabric of her bra. They crept
around her back and then down to close around her ass. He guided
her up and down and used his grip on her as leverage for his own
rocking thrust.
She did not have to move far to enjoy his full length but what she
was sliding on felt great. Another orgasm was upon her and she
welcomed it. She lost her rhythm in the midst of it and just
pressed her pelvis against him as climax took its course.
He took the opportunity of her stillness to creep his hands under
her butt and his fingers began probing her cunt, trying to
investigate its special talent.
Liz would not have it. She thrust her butt back to push his hands
away, she tilted is head back with both hands and thrust her tongue
deep into his mouth. Her hips went back to work and before he knew
what hit him he was yielding to her his cum load. Thick and heavy,
she drained it from him while sinking him to sleep with her
intoxicating kiss. She waited until he was absolutely still before
she came up for air and gathered his sperm to join the collection
from her last beau.
Above her the projector went dark. She listened closely in the
wreckage of their tumult for any signs they might have been
detected. She heard light snoring coming from her first partner in
the next cube. All else was silent. She realized she must have
over dosed her current paramour a bit too much as he was still stiff
and ready for more.
She pushed Charm all the way out and while keeping a hold on her
captured cock, she stood up to relieve the cramping in her legs.
Stooped over her donor, she worked him with Charm, up and down,
twisting back and forth, sucking hard around his head. She played
him until she sensed his tenseness at just the right peak and then
she gave her kiss again to finish him off. Squirt, squirt, squirt.
More serum for Fantine.
She stored it away and stepped back. Once again, she smoothed down
her skirt and made ready to step back out into the arcade. She was
careful to close the door on her sleeping friend. She stood alone
in the vacant arcade and glanced at her watch. 10:30, later than
she thought. Two men are all she had found in the arcade and there
was no reason to believe any more would show up. It was time to
give Fantine what she was able to collect. She hoped it was enough.
She left the arcade and made her way through the store. As she was
about to push open the door she heard the store attendant call out.
“Have us a good time, did we?”
‘You snarky punk,’ she thought. ‘I ought to…’ Yes, she certainly
ought to. He had what she desperately needed and she sure would not
be coming here again. She spun around on her heal, sauntered up to
his counter and with her most alluring smile said, “I won’t know
until I’ve tried you.”
The man, slightly pudgy and not at all gifted with appealing looks
was stunned into silence by the gracious offering. His pleading
eyes told her that he hoped it was not a joke.
Liz stepped around to the side of the counter and stood before the
opening. With Charm tucked safely away, she pulled up the front of
her skirt to show him it was indeed not a joke. For a minute he
just stood there, taking in the beautiful sight up Liz’s shapely
legs leading to the triangular patch of sheer pussy perfection.
“How about a quick one,” she said as she thrust her hips at him in
stripper fashion.
“Right here? Right now?”
“Why not? No one will see.” Liz had him mesmerized and she
advanced on him. She walked right up to him, took his hands, placed
them on her naked hips, and then started to unfasten his pants. She
used the ruse just to get close to him. She would get him off all
right, but she was not going to let him be conscious enough to enjoy
it. She brought her mouth to his and he was lost. Their tongues
engaged and his erection sprang from his pants. She took hold of
his dick and let his hands roam over her ass. They held that pose
nearly a minute before his knees slowly bent under the weariness
that was overtaking him. Liz stayed with him as he sank to his
knees, then his hip, and then collapsed to the floor.
He was hers to do with as she pleased and, being in a hurry, she
merely meant to take his seed and leave. Charm snaked its way out
from her crotch and swallowed the prone shopkeeper’s manhood in one
quick gulp. Liz kept her kiss on him to bring him off quickly.
Charm sucked and pumped at him with reckless abandon. The attendant
twitched, convulsed, and started shooting off.
Liz broke the kiss and rose on her knees over him, holding her skirt
out of the way she let Charm dine on him to his last drop.
Just then, the door burst open and the homely hooker from the
loading dock stormed in. Liz nearly bolted up in fear but as it
was, she froze in determined defiance and completely forgot about
covering herself.
“Wha… Whachoo doin to dat boy,” the woman stammered as she stood at
the end of the counter and stared at the scene? “Wha dat… What da
fuck is dat?” She stumbled backward toward the door and Liz just
stared back at her without moving a muscle. Charm was fully exposed
like a red umbilical connecting the two on the floor. “Damn… Keep
dat ding away from me,” the frightened woman exclaimed and then
charged out the door and ran away.
Liz did not concern herself with it. She knew the woman was too
scared to do anything and that nobody would ever believe her. She
finished the last of the attendant’s issue and slowly rose to her
feet. Dropping her skirt, she suddenly realized the strain that
holding five loads of cum was on Charm’s aching muscles. She did
not try to draw Charm in for fear of spilling her valuable
collection. She twisted Charm’s tip into a knot to help hold on and
then made her way out of the store.
True to her suspicions, the frantic hooker had cleared out. Liz
went to her car and started planning her next move in her mind as
she drove back to the hospital. She squeezed Charm in her fist to
relieve tired aching muscles and tried to relax. Ten short minutes
and she pulled into the parking lot.
This was it. Liz kept Charm’s vital fluid secure as she stepped
from her car. It was late and the hospital was still and silent.
She made her way to the elevator and rode it up to the ICU. She
walked in to the intensive care unit and approached Fantine’s bed.
The curtains were drawn around it and just as she was about to pull
them back she was hailed by the ICU nurse from her corner station.
“I’m sorry, ma’am. Visiting hours are over.”
“I just need to see her. It’ll only be a moment,” countered Liz.
This obstruction was another problem she had not planned on.
“I’m sorry but our rules are clear. The patients can not be
disturbed past visiting hours,” continued the nurse. She left her
booth and walked toward Liz. “Her condition hasn’t changed since
this afternoon.”
“But it is important that I… I need to be alone with her. It will
only be a minute,” argued Liz. She would fight if that was what it
took but she had to get this woman out of the way.
The nurse took her by the elbow and tried to usher her out saying,
“If you like I can have you notified the instant her condition
changes but I really must ask you to leave.”
That was it. Liz had come too far and her mission was far too
crucial to let this woman and her regulations get in the way. She
spun the nurse around and threw her arms about her, trying to pull
her close. The nurse fought back by wrenching her arms between them
and pushing back hard against Liz. Liz would not be denied, she
forced the woman back against the wall and using it for leverage,
she pulled the nurse’s face to her own. The nurse struggled and
twisted in protest as Liz pressed their lips together. Her
resistance continued but once Liz’ tongue slipped past her lips, the
nurse was doomed. Her arms slowly wrapped around Liz’ neck and she
moaned her pleasure. Liz let their bodies sink slowly to the floor
while feeding the nurse more of her kiss. She had the woman laid
flat on the floor but continued her embrace to ensure she was
completely unconscious.
With the nurse disabled, Liz could now tend to Fantine. She went to
Fantine’s bedside and drew the curtain securely around them. She
pulled down the sheets covering Fantine and lifted the front of her
gown to expose her sex. Liz almost began to cry again to see her
like this but she staved it off. She needed to be steady and work
fast.
Liz parted Fantine’s knees for better access and then gingerly
climbed up onto the bed. She was careful not to disturb any of the
tubes or bandages. She straddled Fantine’s hips with her puss
directly over Fantine’s. She spread her skirt over them for cover
and took another cautious glance about to make sure she had not been
seen.
Charm set to work. She found and entered Fantine’s vagina. It was
difficult with her partner being so dry and Charm was weak from
straining to contain its load. She pushed her way up to the cervix
all the time hoping to encounter her lover’s tail.
She looked imploringly at Fantine’s unresponsive face and hoped for
a reaction. She heard a soft moan from the nurse on the floor. She
needed to hurry. She poked about the cervix and entered beyond.
She found the soft, moist mass of Fantine’s jharum curled up in its
secluded refuge. She could trace its length in either direction but
she could not find the tip. Time was wasting and the nurse would
recover soon. She pushed more of Charm into Fantine to allow more
freedom of movement. She wrapped around her lover’s appendage and
found a point at which it began to taper. This was the right
direction.
The nurse gave a long groan and started to stir, it was a matter of
minutes now. Liz pulled Fantine’s jharum out of her uterus and into
her vagina, straightening out through her narrow channel. This made
it easier to work with. She located the tip and started to ply its
opening. It was extremely strenuous task and it taxed Liz’
patience. If she had to rely on any organ less deft than Charm, it
could not have been done at all but she forced open the delicate
mouth of Fantine’s tail and worked her way in.
“What’s going on here?” boomed the voice of the head nurse. Liz
could not see, she had obviously just entered the ICU and found Liz’
victim on the floor. “What are you doing on the floor?”
Liz was almost frantic. She was so close but needed more time.
Fantine’s unconscious jharum was like a wet noodle and Liz was
having great difficulty piercing her way up its length.
“I don’t know. I passed out,” said the ICU nurse in a groggy voice.
“I was talking to that… Hey, wait a minute.”
Liz was straining with tired muscles against a limp, slippery,
uncooperative lump of flesh and she was making little headway. She
needed to be in much deeper before she passed on her stored share of
semen or her entire effort would be wasted. She narrowed Charm to a
point and thrust in with all her might to try and thread her way as
deep into Fantine as she could. It was starting to work. She had
slid in half way and she began to twist Charm round in tiny circles
as she pushed.
Footsteps were quickly approaching. The curtain was thrown open and
standing beside the hospital bed stood the ICU nurse. “What are you
doing,” she yelled! She immediately took hold of Liz’ arm, trying
to pull her off of Fantine. “Carol, I need help,” she called to the
other nurse!
Liz had penetrated deep into Fantine but not as deep as she felt
necessary. The head nurse arrived at the bed side and reached
around Liz’ waist to assist her removal. Liz pushed hard against
the ICU nurse but was losing her balance. She threw her leg
opposite the two women over the side of the bed for leverage. “Not
yet! Not… yet,” she cried. It was obvious to her she could not keep
her hold. Fearing Charm would be pulled from her hard-fought
entrenchment, she pushed in again one last time as deep as she could
reach and squirted the carefully retained seminal fluid into Fantine
in a single pulse. It drained from her and shot up Fantine’s limp
tube of flesh.
That was all she could do. The ICU nurse flung an arm around her
neck and gave a hard pull. Liz lost her struggle. She withdrew
Charm from Fantine as quickly as she could. In her haste she felt
Fantine’s jharum getting dragged out from Fantine’s vagina.
Thinking quickly, she clutched Fantine’s gown and drew it over her
as she tumbled over the side of the bed.
Liz landed in the arms of the two nurses but managed to get her feet
under herself before falling to the ground. She immediately burst
into tears at her failure and capture. She had tried so hard and
after this debacle, with time running out, she would not likely get
another chance. Her bitter defeat would cost Fantine her life. The
evening and her desperate plan had given her hope but that was all
gone now. Locked in the nurses’ grip she gave up to her sorrow.
The two nurses drew her upright and twisted her arms behind her
back. Liz wept her grief, there would be no way to explain what she
needed to do or enlist their help. As she was dragged away, Liz
heard a soft moan come from Fantine’s bed. She gasped, stopped in
her tracks, turned, and called, “Fantine?” Both nurses grabbed her
firmly and pulled her toward the door. Liz planted her feet and
shrugged them back. “Fantine, darling?” she called again to the bed
behind the curtain.
“Liz. Liz. Où êtes-vous?” Fantine called back, weakly.
The two nurses froze in disbelief; any response from someone in
Fantine’s condition was clearly beyond their expectations. Liz
wrenched herself free of them and went to her side. She kissed
Fantine’s forehead and stroked her hair. “I’m here, my dearest,”
she whispered.
“Que s'est produit? Où suis-je?” Fantine continued in a plaintive,
distressed tone.
“Shhhhhh,” soothed Liz, almost giggling her delight. “You’re in a
hospital. Un hôpital. Tout est bien.” She tidied Fantine’s gown
with her free hand to secure Fantine’s secret.
“I’ll go get Dr. Murray,” the head nurse announced, still somewhat
astonished as she briskly walked away. “SHE,” emphasizing her point
by a hard stab of her finger toward Liz, “is going to have to leave,
though!”
The ICU nurse nodded in acknowledgement and went to the other side
of the bed. She pulled the sheet back over Fantine and checked her
oxygen and plasma lines. As she worked, she watched Liz with a very
curious smile.
Liz knew that one was going to have to be avoided. Sniffing away
her tears, she kissed Fantine’s hand and hugged a cheek to her
temple.
“Je t'aime,” whispered Fantine between short breaths. “Do not…
leave me.”
“I love you too,” replied Liz. “Get some rest, love. I’ll be here
when you wake up.” Tremendous relief and happiness spread through
Liz. They had won. They had each other and they had forever.
THE END