Cypris Hotel and Suites 09: I-70

Ian smiled at the road as he said, "I suggest you avoid doing that again... Not that I mind watching, but... it's just going to make you feel worse and stimulate your hunger."

"I know," she wined, "But I really needed to feel... something... God I'm so hungry for you... how much farther?"

"I'm thinking we should see Burlington in about three more eyescenes." He replied.

She scowled at him sarcastically saying, "Ok... I'll bite, what's an 'eyescene'?"

Ian smirked as he told her a story, "I was on route sixty-sixty heading west going to Laughlin and I stopped outside of small town... Oatman I think. I needed gas and I knew I had made a wrong turn in Kingman. So, as I filled up the tank I asked the station attendant for directions. He said the turn I was looking for was at a traffic light about five or six eyescenes away."

He briefly looked over at Iris then back toward the road as he said, "It took me a while to understand him and he explained that an 'eyescene' was how far you could see to the horizon. So..."

Ian pointed with his finger on the steering wheel as he continued, "... see that bridge crossing the highway where the sky meets the ground? That's one eyescene. So, when we get to that bridge, look at the horizon and pick another landmark, that's the next eyescene."

Iris nodded as she asked with frustration in her voice, "So... how long is that?"

"I guess each eyescene is about three to four miles... so at sixty miles per hour... about ten to fifteen minutes until we see Burlington, then another ten minutes or so until we can find a pharmacy." He replied.

"You could have just said that..." she huffed before turning her gaze out her window.

She glared at her reflection as a field of corn raced past her. She sighed before turning toward Ian saying, "I'm sorry Ian... that was rude of me... I'm just... starting to feel... on edge..."

Ian replied calmly, "I understand."

As promised, fifteen minutes later they had exited the highway and were exploring the single and two story mostly brick buildings of Burlington Colorado. Iris took over navigating as her patience was wearing thin.

Minutes later they parked in front of the public library across from a pharmacy she had found on Ian's phone.

The couple jay-walked across the street and Ian admired the quaint turn of the century feel of the buildings as Iris pulled him toward the two doors into the small red bricked store front.

A bell on the door rang she pushed it open and Ian could see Iris' neck was sweating as she pulled him to the pharmacist's counter.

The older man behind the counter saw Iris' collar and drawled, "I bet you're here for a court mandated birth control shot aren't you?"

Iris' voice was a little shaky as she struggled to say, "Yes please," before she plopped her logbook on the counter.

Ian was smiling somewhat sadistically as she danced around on her hips like she needed to use the restroom while the old man behind the counter slowly filed through her logbook and silently hunted and pecked keys on the computer terminal.

'Andy' was embossed on the name tag of the pharmacist who continued to torture Iris as he unboxed a fluid filled syringe and placed it on the counter in front of her.

She was bouncing up and down on her hips staring at the syringe when the bell attached to the door clinked and rang out again.

The old man looked up out of habit and his gaze froze. Ian and Iris turned around and froze too as they stared at the large leather clad man dragging a small girl screaming behind him.

The imposing silver barrel of the gun in his hand captivated everyone's attention.

The man moved closer toward Ian and Iris pulling the small thrashing girl behind him demanding, "Give me some of that love drug old man... NOW!... and your cash..."

The imposing man waved his gun at Ian then Iris saying, "On the floor, both of you... NOW!"

The young girl shrieked as she tried in vain to free her arm from his gun-free hand. Out of desperation the young girl bit his hand hoping to free herself from the hulking leather clad Neanderthal.

Both Ian and Iris were slow to squat down as the man was distracted by the resistance of the young girl.

Ian looked at Iris hoping to comfort her somehow, but what he saw in her eyes was not fear... it was anything but fear... closer to anger as her frustrations boiled over inside her. Flight was not an option in her devolving mind, only fight registered as a response to the threat in front of her.

Before he could tell her no, she had used the shelf under the pharmacy counter to launch herself toward the unsuspecting would-be robber. As she flew through the air toward the inspecting monster, Ian realized she was not protecting herself, her drug induced addiction was driving her to protect what she needed to survive... Ian.

Her protective animal-self shrieked like a bird diving on her prey as she flew toward the monster. In mid-air she twisted her body around bring forth her claws as she drove both sets of her stiletto heels into his arm and the back of his leg.

The monster did not know he was never going to win this kind of fight as he fell toward the little girl releasing her. Iris' first penetration had punctured the leather sleeve of his jacket pinning the gun to his now bleeding stomach.

Ian followed after Iris also flying across the space between them grabbing the gunman's hand. He pressed the man's arm and pressed his foot into the robber's armpit.

As Ian pulled on the robber's arm Iris' shoe was freed from the man's stomach and sleeve. She stabbed him again with her now freed shoe as her other heel ground into his thigh.

The released the small girl and started to twist around toward Ian, just as he found the pressure point he was looking for on the man's hand releasing the revolver which slid under a nearby display.

Iris pulled her feet from the robber's flesh preparing for another strike as the man rolled toward Ian. He twisted his now gun free hand snagging Ian's shirt pulling him Ian up and toward him.

Iris spiked the man's leg again as Ian used the man's momentum against him rolling forward and over the former gunman slamming his head against the floor.

The man grunted as Ian continued his forward momentum rolling past the bulky man with ease grabbing the young girl all in one motion.

Ian held her small body close to his as he tucked and rolled with her away from the scuffle.

Ian tumbled one more half turn using the girl's weight as a counter balance landing with her in his hands standing straight up facing the wrong way.

Ian quickly turned around, moving the girl behind his body with one hand raising his other arm up in preparation for a follow up assault.

When he turned around to reassess the situation he saw the large man on the floor fighting off Iris' heel strikes as she screamed at him madly.

There were several growing red spots on his arms, legs and stomach. The moaning, grunting body on the floor grabbed for and held onto one of Iris' calves but missed the other one; the one that plunged into his chest.

The man cried out in pain releasing Iris' leg grabbing at the shoe protruding from his chest.

Ian yelled "DON'T MOVE!"

Iris stopped and stood still pressing her full body weight to the man's chest as she looked up at Ian worried that he was yelling at her.

Ian leaped back to the man on the floor pressing his knees to his shoulders pinning him to the floor. At the same time he grabbed Iris' ankle holding her leg still, fighting the man's effort to remove it from his chest.

Iris almost fell on top of the man as Ian held her foot to the man's chest yelling, "STOP!!"

The man continued to struggle, fighting Ian efforts trying to remove Iris' stiletto still embedded in his chest.

Ian fought against his efforts while yelling at him directly into his face, "STOP MOVING YOU IDIOT... it may be in your heart..."

The man froze when the message sunk in and Ian looked down at the robber's pale face between his knees saying, "If that heel has punctured your heart and you pull it out ... you will die... But... if you remain perfectly still you might survive until help gets here."

The man looked up at Ian unbelievingly as Ian added, "Or..." Ian tugged at Iris' foot saying, I can remove it and we'll all get to watch you bleed out while as she has another go at you..."

The man pulled on the shoe holding it to his chest as he looked up from between Ian's thighs. Iris had shifted her weight and was holding up her white knuckled fists staring at him with a mad, animalist expressing. Her sweaty bedraggled hair only enhanced her intense appearance. She held her foot to his chest debating if she should press harder or pull it out despite Ian's efforts to save the man impaled on her shoe.

The old man behind the counter brought the situation to a close as he said loudly, "If that heel in his chest don't take care of him, my rifle will."

The robber looked past the enraged Iris at the pharmacist pointing a deer rifle at him from behind the counter. He gave up. The leather clad monster relaxed his body and lay as still as he could on the ground reassessing his situation literally holding his heart in his hands.

Ian carefully undid the straps of Iris' stiletto shoe, then helped her ease her weight from the robber's chest.

Ian helped to hold the shoe in place as he looked up Andy saying, "We need to strap this in place somehow..."

Andy nodded before he came around the elevated counter and handed the rifle to Iris.

Iris glared into the robber's eyes still enraged he had delayed her relief. She lowered the end of the barrel to the robber's groin pressing it forcefully to the zipper of the robber's pants as Andy said, "Be careful with that gun, it's got a hair trigger...I'll get some bandages... hang on..."

Andy stepped carefully around Ian and the body on the floor before moving toward the little girl cowering at the end of the aisle. He walked toward her slowly, grabbing a stuffed sheep on top of one of the displays as he approached her.

She was shaking and as Andy knelt down offering her the fluffy animal. The young girl was crying silently as she violently wrapped her arms around the toy and Andy's neck. He wrapped his arms around her resting her bottom on his arm as he picked her up.

The young girl wrapped her legs around Andy's waist then tightened her arms around his neck. The joined pair stepped around the other side of the aisle and disappeared.

Iris was still panting and the rifle twitched against his groin as she glared at the robber growling, "I'm going through withdrawals and I'm a little twitchy... so don't do anything stupid..."

Ian could feel the man on the floor squeeze his hand on the shoe a little tighter. Ian smirked and said, "I think he believes you honey..." as he looked down at the growing dark stain where she held the gun to his pants.

The man on the floor grumbled, "You bitch..." as Andy and the little girl appeared behind Iris. Andy chuckled a little seeing the wet spot between the robber's legs adding to the number of expanding spots of fluid all over his body.

Andy's movements were restricted by the girl's attachment to him so he tossed the various rolls of bandages and tape to Ian.

Ian pulled the robber's other hand up to his chest and bandaged his wrists together. He then bandaged Iris' shoe to his arms as he said, "If you lift your arms, you die... you understand right..."

"I'm gonna get you for this BITCH..." The robber said as he glared at Iris. At least until Ian stuffed his mouth with a wade of gauze.

Ian secured the big man's mouth closed saying, "I'm doing this for your own good... cause if you say anything else... I might be tempted to pull your plug... if you understand what I'm saying..."

The gagged man on the floor nodded not hiding the seething anger behind his eyes. As Ian began to bind the robber's feet with more bandages, Andy chuckled and looked at the little girl asking, "What's your name?"

She whispered, "Anabel," into Andy's ear.

"Well Anabel," Andy smiled as he shifted her to a more comfortable position on his hip. Anabel kept her legs around his waist and held onto him as he asked, "Do you mind helping me give this young lady a shot?"

She shook her head and buried her face into the stuffed sheep hiding behind his back.

Ian bandaged the other leaking punctures on the robber's body as Andy gave Iris her injection. As soon as Andy pulled the needle from her arm, Iris passed the rifle to Andy before she moved to help Ian stand up.

Iris dropped to her knees in front of Ian reaching forward to unzip his pants as Andy said, "Hold on little lady... you need to wait thirty minutes at least before you can do that..."

Iris pressed her face to Ian's jeans and screamed into his groin before she stood up stuttering as she asked, "Where's the ladies' room?"

The pharmacist pointed toward the back of the store saying, "In the back room, to the right... The light's on a pull chain..."

Iris kicked the man on the floor hard enough to make him groan loudly into his gag. She then marched to the back of the store limping on one high and one low foot. Andy pulled back on the rifle, finding a more comfortable grip as he held onto Anabel.

Andy lowered the barrel to the robber's groin again as he looked at Ian asking, "How long have you been starving that poor girl?"

"The documentation we have said four hours," Ian replied as he caressed Anabel's hair, "She was at four hours exactly when we exited the freeway."

The pharmacist laughed saying, "That's old info. If you tell me, or whomever your future pharmacist is, we can give her a newer version of her shot that only required two hours, or if she's in her satisfaction gap... that works now too."

Ian gently caressed Anabel hair asking, "Anabel, my girlfriend and I need to leave. Will you be ok with Andy?"

Anabel looked at Ian and nodded while rubbing her face on the soft sheep.

Andy look at Ian with some concern on his face saying, "You two need to stay and talk to the police."

Ian replied, "I know exactly what they need and it's not us."

Ian pointed toward the ceiling mounted camera as he continued, "I'm sure your security cameras caught everything... and I... I have reasons why I don't want our names on an official report... We're not criminals or anything... but... let's just say I don't want to deal with the aftermath... or the publicity... and I know the police will never be able to keep our names out of the public records."

Ian looked at the body on the floor continuing, "I don't want this guy knowing who we are or where to find us."

Andy nodded as he applied a little of his weight to the gun pressed to the robber's still moist groin making the robber groan into the gag.

Andy looked at Ian and motioned his head toward the counter saying, "I've already signed her log. Take it with you. There's a door in the back that leads to an alley. The cops always come in through the front first when I've used the silent alarm in the past."

Ian caressed Anabel's hair again and patted Andy on the back as he said, "Thanks," as he walked past Andy toward the back of the store.

Andy called out "There are some flip-flops for your girl on aisle five..."

Ian grabbed a pair of foam sandals and snapped the tags off them before he walked through the curtain at the back of the store. He found Iris topless and skirt-less, pacing back and forth on her now shoeless feet mumbling to herself something about "not again."

Her hands were shaking as she waved them back and forth talking to herself or pinching her nipples or wiping the sweat from her forehead.

She didn't see or hear Ian when he walked in, and she was rather useless and oblivious as he forced her to put her clothes back on. She fought him most of the way and her skirt was on sideways and only two of her blouse buttons were fastened as he forced her out the back door.

The heavy door slammed closed behind them and Ian held Iris' trembling body close and tight as they walked close to the edge of the building. After turning around the back of the phone store, he found that he was dragging her more than walking beside her. He was almost carrying her as they crossed the street just as the first police car screamed down the street and skidded to a stop in front of the pharmacy.

Iris was still mumbling and weakly struggling against his efforts as he forced her into the car and buckled her into the passenger seat. He made sure she was sitting on her hands as her seatbelt locked into place.

Ian turned and looked over his shoulder as he backed out of their parking space in front of the library. He glanced at Iris struggling to free her hands before he started moving forward down Fourteenth Street.

Ian was forced to split his attention between Iris wiggling to free her arms, the two additional police cars behind him and the traffic in front of him.

One of the two police cars behind them stopped in front of the pharmacy, the other one turned left next to the phone store and Ian assumed it was heading toward the back of the building where they had just exited.

Ian glanced at the nav just as it came online directing him to turn left at Rose Avenue.

He followed the nav's directions and soon was back on I-70 heading east. Ian fought off Iris's hands after she freed them and stripped off her clothes again.

Twenty long minutes later of dealing with Iris struggling to get at him they finally made it across the state line and into Kanas.

Ian pulled over into a mostly unused rest stop. He set the parking break and before he could turn off the engine Iris was in his lap licking his face before forcing her tongue into his mouth.

He opened the door and gently moved her out of the car on to the black pavement. As he stepped out of the car, she knell before him clawing as his pants desperate to free his manhood.

His cock was actually pretty hard from her efforts in the car and the strong influence of her powerful pheromones, so it did not take long for her animalist passions to firm his erection completely.

Her hand squeezed his cock tightly as her mouth sucked his cock forcefully. She worked his cock with one hand as she squatted before him franticly rubbing her clit with her other hand.

She pulled him down to the hot pebble rich pavement with his cock. She then fought to pull his pants further down his legs before she climbed on top of him. She stared at and held his penis as she hovered herself over his lap.

Her white stocking covered legs stood out in contrast to the rest of her naked body as she impaled herself on his cock.

Iris, ripped his shirt open and the buttons flew off his shirt clicking on the pavement as they bounced off the ground. She lowered her bare flesh to his sweat covered chest and cooed as his sweat was consumed by her skin. Her flesh seemed to kiss every part of his as their skin merged.

Iris ground her pelvis to his while she moaned and grunted before she lowered her face to his forcing her tongue across his cheeks.

She pressed her naked flesh to his as she continued to moan and grunt. She licked the sweat from the side of his face, then his forehead before she tried to suck the saliva from his mouth. .

Her near panicked breathing slowly transitioned to a series of deeper breaths that were either relaxing her or because she was relaxing, as her tongue explored his cheeks with her tongue.

She finally found her human voice and pleaded, "Cum in me Ian... hurry... please..."

Ian sped up his upward penetrations of her and allowed himself to feel the wonderful pleasure of her cunt squeezing his cock so tightly. Which was in stark contrast to the painfully small pebbles scattered on the asphalt stabbing into his back through his now ruined shirt.