1. Smack


    Date: 8/28/2015, Categories: Anal, Author: Lupus, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    but decide to check out the rest of the house. Ducking to avoid the ornate sconce perched on the door’s stone frame, I step slowly into the darkened hall. The carpet is soft under my old, tattered trainers. I can’t see a fucking thing on the other side and my eyes strain through the darkness. I’m impatient, immediately reaching for the light switch, but an unexpected rustle down the hall stops my hand a quarter of an inch from the switch. Adrenaline can do real miracles. My eyes adjust to the dark almost instantly, shrinking to peer through the darkness. If my ears could prick up, they would; tuned into the noise from the end of the hall. I edge towards the source, crouched on my heels and my body braced. I’ve had enough tussles in life to know to be prepared. My knees are bent, my hands are out in front of me, semi-clenched, and I’m ready to beat the shit out of whoever’s in there. “Fuck… Off!” The voice behind the door is shrill and loud. I know it; it’s virtually engrained in my skull, by now. ‘ That fucking bitch…’ With a growl, I kick open the door. My hand yanks on the pull-cord, bathing the pink bathroom in light, and I burst into the room with fists raised. “Get this fucking thing off me!” Zoey’s in the bath, beneath an open window, entangled in a shower curtain, flailing like a fish out of water. She bucks and tears at the mass around her, demented. Standing still and crossing my arms, I adopt my best patronising face, waiting for her to notice my distain. “Fuck. ...
    You! Get me out! ” Her last words are shrieked so loud I flinch, almost covering my ears. I dive forward, pressing my finger to my lips as though shushing an unruly child. I feel ridiculous the moment my finger touches my lips so I snatch at her kicking, thrashing leg instead. “Shut the fuck up, Zoey!” I’m hissing at her, trying to listen for any noises in the house, as Zoey refuses to stop kicking, thrashing and swearing. My hands scramble with the rustling curtain, tearing it away from her while my mind reels. ‘ What’s the best way out, now? Shit! They’ll have heard her fucking screaming! This stupid bitch will get me time again. Fuck! We’re gonna have to run, now!’ I’m yanking desperately at the curtain in my panic, without thinking. Zoey just lies back and laughs. I pull too hard and it jars her leg, causing her to yelp. A bony hand reaches out and smacks me around the head. “Stop your fucking worry! There’s no one home, you stupid bastard! Who could we wake up? If anyone was here, they’d have heard you fucking punch out that window and start rattling all their fucking pans, wouldn’t they?” I’m so pumped that the moment I grab her wrist, I tear her out of the bath and onto her feet. One smooth movement has her pirouetting until she’s pinned against me – back to my chest – with my arms wrapped around her. My hand clamps over her mouth and I try to stop her never-ending fucking chatter. “Shut the fuck up and listen.” My tone is a cutting whisper; quiet, with an edge of danger. ...
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