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Cruel Summer

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// 6: Sacked


  Sapphire Sacked

  Sapphire panicked. She couldn't fight or fly without her tiara. She
groped for it as she rolled over on her side to get up, her hand
clutching at the pavement. Finally she found it. She sat up. Her hair
was tangled and teased from her high-speed flight across town; it took
a few seconds to get the tiara in place, but once there it stuck, held
fast by her ragged locks. She checked her wrists; sapphires intact.

  "I'm here for Jimmy," she said, still seated.

  "We're here for you," Raymond replied, now facing her and standing
right in front of Jimmy. The overhead sodium lamp cast shadows over his
face, giving his features added menace. He glanced to his left and
motioned with his head; Scarecrow stood and headed for the fallen girl.
Raymond glanced behind her and nodded. Tree began closing in from
behind, while Chad and Marcus circled around to Sapphire's left.

  Sapphire quickly rose; as she did, the jocks paused. They thought she
must be on something; a fall like that must have hurt bad. The girl's
outfit -- well, costume -- looked a little roughed up. Her skirt was
ripped up the front and back and had dozens of smaller tears all over;
her top was in similar shape, the swell of her breasts peeking through
the six-inch vertical rip in the center of her chest.

  Sapphire took a step toward Raymond and Jimmy; she felt her shoe was
loose. She stopped and squared up as the jocks again began moving in.

  Scarecrow was closest, less than ten yards to her right. She snapped
her right hand out from her body like a dance move; the receiver felt
as if he'd taken a 100mph football to the gut, knocking him back on his
ass and sliding him another five yards across the asphalt. His head hit
the pavement and he was out.

  Raymond lunged at her. He was even quicker than Dirk, but Sapphire
had enough distance and she was ready. She turned her upper body to the
right, putting her left shoulder into a karate-punch aimed at Raymond's
waist. Raymond's eyes opened wide at the unexpected move -- she
couldn't reach him for another two steps -- and then his body spun back
at the impossible impact. He tried to regain his balance after the
phantom tackle, but wound up stumbling into the wall of the building
and finally smacking the sidewalk hard with both hands.

  Before Raymond hit the ground, Sapphire had turned her head around to
the right. She pivoted on her right foot and continued twisting her
upper body around, both arms up and elbows out. Her right forearm
directed a force-shove back toward Chad, still ten yards away; he spun
off balance but kept coming, with Marcus behind him breaking into a
run. Sapphire's left hand struck at Tree, her palm tingling with
energy. The hulking lineman stopped in his tracks as his eyes bulged
and he gasped for breath, but the blow didn't fell him. Sapphire
completed her turn taking a half-step back to her right, now facing
Chad and Marcus. The girl crouched, bringing both arms in to her chest;
the two young men both lunged for her in a gang tackle, Chad to her
right and Marcus to her left. Her palms struck upward just as they
reached her, awkwardly finding a chin and a cheek, an animal yell
punctuating her thrust. The gems on her wrists seemed to spark
brilliantly at the instant of impact. Both attackers crumpled to
unconcious and bloodied heaps at her feet.

  Sapphire turned back around and stepped lively toward the confined
Jimmy, heels clicking the pavement and breasts jostling. Jimmy had to
admit she looked damned good for a girl, even in her disheveled state.

  By the time she had Jimmy unbound, Tree had resumed his lumbering
roll, red-faced with animal rage. His voice became a roar as he picked
up the pace. Jimmy instinctively cowered. Sapphire levered the ball of
her left foot up against the light post and gave a good shove. The pole
bent like a drinking straw. The 270-pound lineman had too much momentum
to get out of its way and it crashed down on him, buckling his body to
the ground.

  "Get out of here Jimmy!" Sapphire urged. He didn't have to be told
twice. Jumping into a full-tilt sprint he took off across the parking
lot, never looking back.


  Raymond watched Jimmy run. He could get the little faggot any time.
Right now it was about the girl. Raymond hadn't believed Dirk's story
at first, but when Dirk wouldn't shut up about it even though it hurt
him just to breathe, Raymond decided it was worth hooking up with her.
He'd conquered every little uppity cunt who ever dissed him -- made 'em
want him, fucked 'em and dumped 'em -- and he could use a new
challenge. Besides, it gave him an excuse to step up the Jimmy
beatings. Really, it gave the others an excuse to keep up the Jimmy
beatings, which would help keep Raymond out of trouble if the little
gaylord ever got the courage to squeal.

  He stood up slowly, feigning pain. If she thought he was hurt she
might get careless. He'd watched her smack the other four around, and
couldn't figure out her technique; he needed to draw her out. He was
hoping one of the others would get up for another round, but they
seemed down for the count. Whatever she did, this little whore was good
at it. He should probably retreat and try again another day, but he
didn't know when he'd get the chance -- holding Jimmy hostage and
making a phone call probably wasn't the smartest move, and Chad and the
others would figure that out given a little time to think. Hate crimes
were serious shit but so far nobody could prove anything more than the
typical juvenile hazing that every geek goes through. Raymond always
made sure to be seen as an equal opportunity bully just for cover.
Kidnapping was a different story. Anyway, the rumors were already
running about Dirk getting his ass kicked by a girl, and Raymond wasn't
about to run chicken.


  Sapphire watched Raymond carefully as she tried to calm herself down.
The suddenness of their attack and the effectiveness (and though she
didn't see it that way, luck) of her response had her adrenaline
pumping. Raymond got up slow, wincing with pain more than once. She
didn't want to hurt him, but if she left now Jimmy wouldn't have time
to get home. 

  "You're going to leave Jimmy alone from now on, right?" she warned.
  "Fuck no," he spat. "Why should I? The little faggot needs to be
straightened out."
  "Because if you don't I'm going to do to you what I did to your
friends." Sapphire glanced around at the other four. They were moving
and groaning a bit but clearly not getting up any time soon.
  "Try me," Raymond grinned. He took a step toward her, one hand held
close to his left side as if protecting an injury.

  Sapphire instinctively backed up a step. She'd seen Raymond play; he
was lightning-quick. The ten yards that separated them was a distance
she'd like to keep. "Look, I don't want to hurt you."
  "You seemed to enjoy kicking the crap outta them," Raymond said,
motioning to Chad and Marcus. "Are you trying to take out the whole
starting lineup? You from Skyline?" Raymond was messing with her.
  "I didn't mean to hurt anybody, but you didn't give me a choice. You
called me out here."
  "Yes, we did. I had to see if Dirk was telling the truth."

  Raymond looked her up and down. She wasn't tall but she had killer
legs. Torn skirt, tits threatening to bust out of her ripped top,
tousled hair, heavy makeup, and fuck-me heels, she reminded him of the
way his last conquest looked just before he kicked her to the curb. It
was totally at odds with the ass-kicking she'd just rendered, but that
made it all the more appealing...

  "Satisfied?" Sapphire asked, reviling his lurid gaze.
  "Not until I've fucked you silly and made you my bitch." His language
shocked the sheltered girl. She wanted to lash out, but fear of her own
power held her in check. There was no telling how bad she'd hurt the
others; it occurred to her that she probably could have killed them if
she'd hit any harder. She backed up another step.

  Despite his apparent injury, Raymond moved like a cat. Motionless to
the point of eery, then a lightning-quick move, then stillness again.
Like a black panther. Hunting. Or playing.

  "I- I'm flattered, really," she said finally, her voice unsteady. She
needed to relax, but the rush of her power wasn't helping. Raymond kept
moving toward her a step at a time, and she kept a matching step back,
stuttering with each hesitant and blind retreat. "But you need to g-go
home and take a c-cold shower." Despite her reserve, a part of her
hoped he'd go for it; the thrill of the fight was seductive.

  Raymond had backed her up toward the bowling alley's entrance. Just
behind her was a low step. He noticed she never took her eyes off him
as she backed up, keeping distance between them. One more step and
she'd trip, and then he'd be on top of her. Karate or not, he'd have
the two-point take-down and the match-winning pin before she could
catch her breath. Then he'd see about those tits...

  Sapphire tensed as the jock's leering grin grew. He crouched as he
took another step. She knew he was ready to pounce. She brought one arm
up to block high, the other down to block low as she felt back for
another step. Her left foot struck something; she wobbled ever so
slightly --\par
  Raymond exploded toward her. His quickness surprised her. It took her
attention off her failing balance for just an instant. In two more
steps he would be upon her; his arms were already reaching for the
tackle...

  Her body instinctively sought to regain balance; the gem on her left
shoe enhanced the speed of her reaction, planting her left leg back up
on the entrance step. Her hips cocked slightly to the side to brace for
the coming impact as her eyes instinctively clamped shut. The four
stones shimmered with energy.

  Raymond took his last sprinting step and leaped on an intercept
course with the cringing girl's abdomen.

  But he never reached her.

  His hands were the first to report the searing white pain of impact.
His arms splayed awkwardly. His leading right shoulder snapped back,
followed by his left shoulder. His face felt like he'd run headlong
into an invisible concrete wall, pushing his head back on his neck. His
chest collapsed inward, his spine compressed and curled to slow his
still-driving hips. His legs flew underneath and ahead of him as his
upper body bounced back; thighs, then knees, then shins in turn
smacking and rebounding off the immoveable object that had somehow
disguised itself as a fragile young woman. Raymond crumpled to the
sidewalk, his brain only beginning to register the impossibility of
what was happening.

  Somehow, he was still conscious. His whole body numbed, his eyes
managed to make out the girl in front of him as she untensed, her
movements betraying a surprise nearly equal to his own.

  Sapphire stepped back, observing with amazement the confused pile of
torso and limbs at her feet that an instant before had been her
attacker. She shook her head clear as she realized what had happened.
Braced as she had been and arms blocking, Raymond had quite simply
bounced off her. It was awesome. She was awesome.

  Raymond's limbs began motoring about of their own accord, responding
to his brain's general suggestion that he back the fuck up fast. His
scrambling became gradually more organized, evolving to a crab-walk for
a few yards before he flipped himself over to bring himself to his feet.

  The scantily-clad warrior leaped up, neatly clearing the retreating
athelete before pirouetting 180 degrees and landing impossibly softly
twenty feet ahead of him. He slowed and stopped, realizing the only
explanations went way beyond kung fu and into the realm of a kung fu
movie. She was impossible. She was untouchable.

  Sapphire sensed the tide had turned in Raymond's mind. Her energy
surged. She was determined to erase any doubt about who was in control
here. She raised her hand in a dismissive slapping motion; twenty feet
away, Raymond's head snapped back. His eyes went wide. He took off
running down the sidewalk to his right; she pivoted to follow him,
reaching out her other hand and balling it into a fist. She felt her
forcefield tingle off her knuckles as she focused a force-blast at his
hips; he careened off-balance, pushing himself off the wall of the
building and continuing to run down the sidewalk. She hit at him again,
stronger; he wobbled slightly but was some twenty-five yards away and
retreating fast. Either her aim was off or there was too much distance.
This irked her. He reached the corner of the building and disappeared
around it.

  Sapphire stepped over the fallen lamppost intending to pursue the
fleeing tight end, but stopped when the post moved and tripped her up.
She turned to investigate the cause; who dared assault her?

  Tree stirred, pushing the steel post off his chest with a pained
grunt. Sapphire eyed him angrily; was he coming back for another round?
She'd make sure he regretted it. She exhaled sharply with an
almost-audible growl as her foot force-kicked the post out of her path.
It lifted several feet and came down with a loud clang. She covered the
few yards to her target with a swagger as Tree struggled to lift
himself up. Still somewhat out of it, he didn't realize she was coming
for him until he straightened up and saw her standing in front of him,
looking pissed, hands on her hips.

  Tree stumbled backward one step, then another; clearly his bell was
still ringing. Hardly a worthy adversary. She snap-kicked in his
direction, feeling the gem force leave her foot and watching it strike
him in the groin. He doubled over as his hands shot to his crotch.
Unexpectedly, he looked over her shoulder at something in the distance
as he fell to the asphalt.

  Sapphire spun around, both on Tree's cue and in reaction to a
mechanical crescendo. She saw the hot-rod Honda Civic skid into view
from behind the building. It braked hard, tires hunting for grip as it
shuddered to a stop. Sapphire saw Raymond looking right at her through
the driver's side window. He opened the car door and stepped out; what
was he doing?

  Raymond called out to his teammates. "Come on! Let's go!" He tried to
hide the panic in his voice.

  Chad and Marcus stirred from their resting place halfway between
where Sapphire stood and Raymond's waiting escape vehicle. They
stumbled to it and fell inside. Raymond helped shove them into place in
the back seat. He looked briefly over to where Tree and Scarecrow lay
unmoving. Sapphire took a menacing step toward him. The other two would
have to take care of themselves -- Raymond jumped in and slammed the
door, wrenching the car into gear. Sapphire was boiling over with
triumph. "That's right, run home to mommy! Tell everybody you got your
asses kicked by a GIRL!" The mint-green Civic lurched off, smoking the
front tires for a good ten yards before hooking up and racing off.
Sparks flew as it slammed down the driveway into the street.

  "They might go after Jimmy," she said to herself. "I better see to it
they don't." Her earlier reservations about waning power squelched by
the rush of energy coursing through her body, she launched herself into
the air in pursuit.

  She caught up to them at the end of the block. They ran the red
light, bounding to the left and narrowly avoiding a shopping cart
abandoned in the gutter. Sapphire juked to the left as well, almost
directly overhead. The Civic accelerated as it darted back and forth
down the street; clearly the driver was running scared. Sapphire
slowed. Jimmy lived in the other direction, they obviously weren't
after him.

  Too bad, she thought, they could use some more whipping. And she
could use more action. Between this and the embarassing Quick Mart
episode earlier she was just breaking even. "Remember what happened
last time you pushed your luck," her conscience reminded her. "Quit now
before something bad happens."

  Sapphire turned in the air, looking toward home. Three miles as the
crow flies, she could just make out the lights of the Quick Mart at the
strip mall nearest her house, a bright spot in the quiet semi-darkness
of her neighborhood.

  She noticed a breeze picked up, tugging at her wings. No, it wasn't a
breeze; she was falling! Her heart leapt into her throat as she tried
to steady herself. With a jolt as if reaching the end of a rope her
descent stopped, and she hovered in place. She tried to keep calm as
surprise gave way to anxiety. She eyed each of her gems suspiciously;
they seemed to flicker. Was that normal? She'd never really paid much
attention to them before. Maybe they were almost out of energy. Her
mind flashed back to her first evening 'on the job,' feeling flushed at
the memory. She better get home now before something like that happened
again. As if to punctuate the thought her flight gave out again, but
just for a second until she caught herself. She needed to concentrate.
Her right shoe hung loosely from her toes; she flexed her foot to hold
it on.

  Sapphire focused on her destination, a dark spot just past the Quick
Mart, the park where she'd changed earlier. She glided forward
tentatively, lowering herself as she did to just above the lightposts
and power poles -- if her power ran out she didn't want to fall far. At
least her skirt wasn't giving her trouble anymore -- ripped up the
front almost to the waist, a huge chunk torn out of the left side, the
right half shredded below the knee, it hugged her hips and backside
tightly but was otherwise free-flowing, just grazing her legs now where
it wrapped and suppressed before.

  So focused was she on making a beeline for home that she paid no
attention to what was below. The oldest district was as close as the
city got to having a ghetto. Forty-year-old two story apartment
buildings surrounded by oil-blackened streets and alleys choked with an
eclectic mix of new off-brand subcompacts and near-derelict decade-old
Detroiters, peppered with mom-and-pop convenience stores and tarot
readers and manicure shops and more than a few bars. Angela had never
been there by herself except to drive or ride through it on Alvarez
Boulevard, the city's main drag. Her ex had taken her into the thick of
it once to score some crystal meth. She hadn't been afraid exactly,
she'd just known she didn't belong there.

  Her flight wobbled; Sapphire extended her arms out to her sides for
balance. She was low enough now that a poplar tree loomed ahead of her,
coming into view and blocking her sight of her Quick Mart. As she got
closer she saw it was a line of trees. She tucked in and then kicked
down with her legs, so focused was she on her mental picture of rising
above the trees, and she lurched upward several feet, but her forward
progress stopped. She leaned forward slowly, and began moving forward
again. Her balance felt increasingly precarious, like she was balanced
on a high wire, and she was afraid to make all but the most gentle and
slow movements. As she cleared the poplars, she looked down; her body
began wafting downward. She looked back up anxiously; her altitude
held. This was getting difficult. Sapphire could tell she wasn't going
to make it home in the air; every minute that passed made control more
difficult, all the while surely burning up her remaining power. But she
could hardly wait to get home... to celebrate a job well done... her
body demanded attention, and she was having a hard time ignoring it.

  She slipped another ten feet. She nearly lost her right stiletto mule
again; it dangled precariously from her toes by its narrow mesh strap.
Her breasts jiggled with the sudden movement, challenging her torn top
to contain them; she felt it separate slightly as the center tear grew
another half-inch. 

  She needed to get down now while she still had the energy. It was
only another mile and a half or so... Sapphire looked down for a good
landing spot. "That little patch of grass in front of that store..."
the ground was coming up toward her faster than she expected;
instinctively her hands went out in front of her, throwing her balance
forward. She hit the patch of artificial turf hard, her legs collapsing
underneath her as she tumbled to a stop up against a telephone pole.
Her gems sputtered a weak light in protest, a bolt of erotic energy
shorting through her body.

  "Hey, sweets, you all right?" A dusty voice accompanied a dusty pair
of boots suddenly in her line of sight. "Here, let me help you up." She
saw a calloused hand extended down to her, like everything else awash
in the orange glow of sodium lamps. She slowly extended her hand to
meet it, and felt herself roughly hauled to her feet. She nearly
toppled right over as she put down her right foot and felt nothing --
where was her shoe?

  "Oh, hey, you lost your shoe. Here, sweets." Her helper, a roly-poly
man with a huge dirty cowboy hat, dirty white dress shirt open to a
dirtier wife-beater, separated from threadbare rodeo jeans by an
unnaturally ornate silver-and-turquoise belt buckle, took a step away,
folded himself over to grab the wayward heel, and stepped back to hand
it to Sapphire. She just leaned up against the telephone pole, waiting
for the world to stop spinning. "Nice legs," he said. How could he tell
under this long sk- oh, right, she'd fixed that problem earlier. Though
she wasn't so sure about having him check them out... Feebly she
slipped the mule back on her foot. "Thanks," she said, still not
looking at him or anything else for too long before blinking her eyes
and darting her gaze to something else. Why am I so dizzy? she thought.

  The man said something, but Sapphire didn't hear what. "I'm sorry,
what?"
  "I said, I haven't seen you around here before. You're here a little
early to be working," he repeated, flashing a crooked smile.
  Working? What did he mean? It was, what, eight, nine o'clock? "Huh?
No, I'm not working now. I just got off," she replied in a hazy far-off
voice. The world was beginning to settle down.
  "Oh, okay, sweets. Well if you wanna go back to work, I'll hire you.
I'll be in El Mariachi across the street the next few hours." She felt
a sharp pinch on her butt, but was too surprised to respond before the
man hustled across the street. She vaguely heard him call to his
friends, "she says she's not working now, she just got off!" Laughter
broke out and faded as they went inside.

  "I wonder what that was all about," Sapphire said innocently to no
one in particular. The world had stopped spinning; she took a look
around. Where was she? Nothing looked familiar. She saw the street sign
on the corner illuminated by a "Liquor-Groceries" sign. G Street. G
crossed Alvarez. Home was... that way. She wasn't getting home just
standing here...

  Sapphire pushed off the pole and started walking. The remaining power
in her gemstones pulsed with each step, providing a subtle stabilizing
force as her strides grew longer in her haste. Her wings gently rustled
against her bare back and sides as her arms pumped in time with her
brisk pace. Breasts jostled up and down, to and fro, working against
the tattered and thinning fabric of her top. Her ass swayed obscenely,
quivering with each long stride in the tall heels. The tattered ends of
her skirt swished about and tickled her thighs. She held her head up
high. She was Sapphire, protector of the weak, a 5'9" package of female
dynamite. She thrust her chest out proudly. Her Sapphire forcefield
felt wonderful on this warm evening as she strolled home in triumph,
making her tingly all over. Cars honked as they drove by, but she paid
them no attention.

  Her sapphires were on their last legs, strained just keeping her
upright on hers. They ebbed momentarily and she tripped on a rise in
the broken sidewalk, sprawling awkwardly on someone's dead lawn. Just
then she was blinded by a pair of headlights as a car screeched to a
halt.

  "Hey, baby," the voice sounded familiar, "need a lift?" She couldn't
see anything but a lanky silhouette. She shielded her eyes with her
hand as she looked up into a dark shadow of a face. "Come on, I'll give
you a ride." She felt herself pulled up by the arm. "Woah, looks like
you need a little help, baby." Her arm was tugged over the silhouette's
shoulder; was that a hand on her ass? Next thing she knew she was
plopped down in a dark car, way down in a low-slung car seat. Her mind
was in a fog, her eyes wouldn't focus on anything with the sudden
changes in light. Before she knew what was happening she was buckled in
and the car roared off.

  She looked up and over at the driver; his head was illuminated
briefly as they passed under each streetlight, but reclined so far back
as she was she couldn't get a good look at him. Judging from his
clothes he didn't seem to fit the neighborhood, and the car's interior
was cleaner and didn't smell like she expected.

  "You can crash at my place tonight, sleep off whatever you're on,"
the fellow grinned. His voice was sooo sexy. She thought she knew that
voice... "Do I know you?" she asked. Her thighs rubbed together as she
rocked her ankles back and forth on her too-tall heels. His car was
pretty cool; she knew somebody who had one like it...

  "I dunno. I don't think so, though you remind me of somebody.
Actually, I wish she was more like you," he remarked, looking over at
her. Damn she was hot, stoned out of her mind, and practically
undressed already. Something about her made it clear she didn't belong
in that neighborhood, but he wasn't questioning his luck. "Call me Jo-
uh, Jack. My name's Jack," he lied.

  "Call me Sapphire," the weak and horny heroine replied. Gosh he was
cute. Her hand reached up to his shoulder and traveled down his
muscular arm; he dropped his hand from the gearshift to her knee. 
  "Sapphire? Cool."

  See? Sapphire told herself. You were worried about pushing it and
winding up in trouble again. You didn't even have to walk two blocks
before someone stopped to give you a lift home. This heroine thing
isn't so bad after all.

  His hand left her knee for a moment as he downshifted, then came back
to rest just above her knee. She felt fingers gently stroke back and
forth along the curve of her kneecap. The car shifted again, and his
hand landed a little higher, caressing her bare thigh. "Mmmmm,"
Sapphire breathed. She stretched out in the seat, hands grabbing her
headrest. She probably shouldn't let his hand be there in case he gets
any ideas, but it did feel good. Shift, and his fingers now smoothed
her inner thigh; she rolled her right leg out against the seat bolster,
letting his fingers stretch further. His pinkie grazed the edge of her
panties.

  The car slowed down abruptly; Sapphire slid forward in the seat,
driving her crotch into her chauffer's unyielding hand. The heel of his
palm pressed against her bud and his fingers firmly gripped her groin
through her tissue-thin panties, stopping her slide down the seat. His
middle finger nestled itself between her parting lips. She gasped and
tensed momentarily but then relaxed as a wave of pleasure rolled up her
spine; "Oooooooooh" she felt all creamy...

  The engine lugged as he pressed the car forward, but he wasn't about
to take his hand away from her hot and squishy box to shift; home was
only a block away, and he didn't want her cooling off. His cock jerked
with every breathy noise she made. She pushed down on his hand, slowly
rolling her hips trying to capture his middle finger while her clit
ground against his palm.

  The car stopped. Afraid to move his right hand any sooner than
absolutely necessary, he reached across his body with his left hand to
pull the parking brake, then awkwardly reached under the steering
column to fish the keys out of the ignition. He looked over at his
date; she was oblivious. Her hips were working a steady rhythm now --
he didn't want her to finish without him. He withdrew his hand and
hopped out of the car. Her eyes opened as she saw him leaving her, a
little frustrated whimper escaped her lips. He opened her door. "Come
on, princess, let's get you inside." He bent down and gathered her into
his arms as best he could, hoisting her out with a huff. Her right shoe
stayed behind in the car; she felt a slight chill as it left her foot,
but her protest was too feeble for him to notice.

  He set her down on her feet, her body leaned up against his while he
unlocked the front door. She staggered a bit, awkward on one high heel.
"My shoe," she mumbled. "Later," he whispered in her ear. He nibbled
her neck, eliciting a gentle cooing sound. He then reached around and
hoisted her up into his arms. Pretending to have trouble maneuvering
her through the door, he adjusted his carry several times, tossing her
up slightly to get a better grip. First he held her legs higher than
her shoulders, causing her skirt and top to ride up, then tossed her
the other way, getting panty-clad asscheek in one hand and bare
titflesh in the other. Pushing through the door, he kicked the door
shut behind him.

  Sapphire found herself spilled out of his arms toward a couch in a
dark room. "Hey, this isn't my house," she said, sounding very much
like a sleepy little girl. It looked familiar... where was she?

  But all rational thought quickly left her when her lover came up
behind her, nudging her off-balance, her hands and knees finding perch
on the upper and lower edges of the couch. She squeaked in surprise
when she felt the sting of his hand smacking her ass. "Hey, I need to
get home," she protested weakly. "Not until we finish what we started,
baby," he answered gruffly. She felt his arm encircle her waist and
pull her back toward him. His hard member was already free of its
confinement, rubbing lasciviously between her scarcely-covered
asscheeks. Sapphire moaned involuntarily. She needed to go for some
reason, but it was hard to think with him doing that... she needed to
cum... 

  He noticed the two swaths of fabric hung from her neck to her wrists,
and reached behind her neck to grab them both with his hand. He tugged
them like reins, pulling her back into his swollen cock. His other hand
snaked around her to cup a tit briefly -- she gasped in pleasurable
surprise -- before retreating to her waist. He tried to pull up her
skirt, but the longer side was caught under her knee. His fingers dug
in, finding holes in the flimsy fabric. He yanked hard, and the skirt
tore up the left side as her body twisted in the direction of his pull.
She felt his dick surge against her with the sound of tearing cloth. He
yanked again; she was held up momentarily by the garment tight around
her waist, her left knee coming up off the couch. But the skirt
couldn't hold any longer -- it finally gave way at her left hip,
dropping her back on her knees.

  His fingers tore at the crotch of her panties; the elastic snapped,
the disintegrating mesh shoved to one side. She felt his rock-hard dick
pressing between her swimming labia. Sapphire heard herself beg him to
fuck her. Her hips involuntarily cocked back, improving his angle. He
thrusted forward, squeezing into her with a wet pop.

  He began rocking back and forth slowly, pulling her onto him, each
thrust a little deeper. He bent over her, again squeezing her firm tit,
pinching her nipple through the worn material of her top. He hooked the
gash down the front of her top and ripped it open; her tits swung free,
only to be manhandled as he leaned into her.

  His pace quickened, the girl pushing back with each thrust. He
grabbed her left ankle and lifted it by the spaghetti strap holding her
shoe, pulling her leg back and tilting her pelvis off-balance. "Oh
yeah, that's even better baby," he breathed as his thrusting became
frantic.

  Another orgasm was boiling up within Sapphire. Her gems sputtered
uselessly, feeding back their remaining energy directly into the
helpless heroine's sexual nerve center. She heard herself screaming,
"Oh- Fuck- Fuck- Fuck- Ffffuucckkgh..."

  He lost his grip on her foot as the strap snapped. He lunged forward,
driving everything he had into one last thrust as he came, and came,
his cock gripped by her orgasmic spasms. Her whole body shuddered
uncontrollably beneath him while he struggled to hold on. The ringing
in his ears grew and he noticed his vision tunnelling. She collapsed
limply on the couch, alternately gasping and shaking. He staggered to
one side, his knees rubber, and twisted to sit/fall back into the couch
next to her. She curled up against the cushions, shivering as her
orgasm subsided, and finally passed out. Even unconscious, Sapphire
whimpered in recalled pleasure between shallow breaths.

  "It's going to be a long night, 'Sapphire'..."
   


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