True (Forbidden) Love Ch. 03

The girl's bathroom smelled of floral scent floor cleaner, ammonia, and the nauseating fumes of Scrubbing Bubbles. After a quick check to make certain that no one else was utilizing the space, the brunette turned to look at Samantha. She bit her lip gently suddenly self-conscious as she shared this room with one of the most beautiful girl's in the school.

Samantha cleared her throat, nervously ran her fingers through her hair, and looked around. This was the first time she had ever skipped class and she was certain that at any moment a teacher would burst in and give her detention.

She looked at her . . . she guessed the word was abductor but that felt wrong. The girl had a look in her eyes that was almost pleading with Samantha, asking for understanding, acceptance . . . patience. So Samantha waited.

"M, m, My name is Jessica. You and I don't really know one another but we have something in common. You see, I dated Mark as well." The petite brunette stated.

Samantha was speechless. She didn't know where this conversation was going but something in Jessica's demeanor demanded attention.

"For the longest time, I thought I was crazy. I thought maybe the alcohol had robbed me of my memories. I felt so much shame at having been that reckless. Then I found Am. . .then I found another person who shared a similar story." Jessica searched Samantha's eyes for understanding, for some sign that showed she had made the connection.

"What are you saying?" Samantha asked. She felt she already knew the answer, felt it in the sinking of her stomach and the tremors in her legs. But she needed to hear the words out loud.

"He drugs us!" Jessica almost screamed. "That's why so many of us can't remember the date, can't remember anything after the date. Why we," tears filled her eyes, "why we can't remember losing our virginities." Jessica hung her head as her tears fell down her cheeks.

"He and I never had sex." Samantha said.

"You mean you don't remember." Jessica said through her sniffles.

"No, I mean, we didn't have sex. I may not remember the night but my brother was there when I came home. I hadn't been gone long enough to have sex." Samantha explained.

"That still doesn't prove..." Jessica started but was interrupted by Samantha flipping her phone open to the text message from Mark.

Jessica's eyes widened as she accepted the fact that Samantha had escaped the same trauma she had not. Jessica hugged her with joy in her eyes. Then her eyes fell again.

"That means you can't help us." Jessica said.

"I was still drugged by him. I will help you and any others in any way I can. Should we go to the police?" Samantha asked.

"We have gone to the police. Only one there would listen to us, the rest turned us away. They didn't want to get involved."

Samantha hugged the girl. If Jericho knew the truth about who Mark was, what he had done, Jericho would probably kill him. She shuddered, though from excitement or fear she couldn't tell.



Alexander Drummel sat down in his favorite chair in the parlor of his modest suburban home. The TV was on broadcasting the day's news which just so happened to feature two stories about members of the local community.

He smiled at the details of the first story. Apparently a police officer sharing his name had tracked down and caught a prominent drug dealer. This drug dealer had turned State's Witness in exchange for a reduced sentence. The second story was much more intriguing.

"Earlier today Cherry County High School's own Mark Romans was charged with multiple counts of drug trafficking and date rape. It has also been confirmed that Mark was witnessed assaulting another person in broad daylight and view of many community members who were enjoying an evening meal at a local diner. The assault charge has been dropped in exchange for a plea of guilty to the rape charges."

Alexander turned off the TV. He smiled as the memory of forcing the Mayor to back down resurfaced in his mind.

"Sergeant Drummel! Do you want to explain to me why my son is in custody!" Spit sprayed from the Mayor's mouth but Alexander payed it no mind.

"Mr. Mayor, your son faces very serious charges. VERY serious charges. We have a mountain of evidence against him. He is going down, your career is over. How fast depends on what you say next." Alexander smiled in the Mayor's face.

"What, what do you mean?"

Alexander reached out and grasped the Mayors hand in a firm hand shake. "I have dirt on your too, Mr. Mayor." And that was that, another case closed and a promotion in the very near future. Alexander smiled and took a sip of the Cranberry juice in his glass.

Above him, he could hear the repetitive movements of weight shifting in a bed. He didn't understand what had pulled them together, but he knew from the way they smiled at one another, from the peace he had sensed in his son when he had opened his eyes after his fight, that there was something more than sex.

He had never seen his daughter so happy, she glowed. He didn't know if he was supposed to do something about it. As a father, he just wanted the best for his kids, wanted them to be happy, and with someone they truly loved.

He felt they had found all that and more in one another.

Whether there was more to be done about it was a matter for a more well-rested individual. Alexander Drummel felt he had done enough good in the world for one day. He did know one thing for certain; judging from the state of that Mark kid, he knew that Jericho's dark side had found a cause and for that he was supremely happy.

He turned off the lights, tried to remain as quiet as possible as he headed off to his bedroom to curl up with his wife. Thanks to his daughter bringing those girls by and the testimony from the drug dealer, Mark Romans was a done deal. Thanks to his son, Mark would never run again.



Jericho had told his sister the truth about the day, where his bruises had come from, where the rest of his bruises had come from, and mostly, that he loved her. She had been there to see the look on Mark's face when he was confronted with the statements made by his dealer, the girl's he had raped, and the shock on his face when his "friends" had turned on him.

She had been angry at the marks which lined his body. Every wince from pain drew worried lines on her face and he longed to kiss her worry away.

"It was you." He said as she lay against him, breathing gently.

"What?" She asked.

"They had beaten me to a point where I couldn't move. I could barely breathe. But when Mark told me what he planned to do to you, when he told me he had drugged you, I lost all concern for myself and thought only of you." He finished.

She didn't know what to say. His had not only spoken to her, his words had sank into her heart. She snuggled closer to him being careful not to hurt him further.

"So, in the end, it was you that saved me. You were the reason I won." He kissed the top of her head, breathing in the scent of her shampoo.

The thought that he could have lost, that she could have lost him, made her want to pull him closer, to be with him on a completely different level. She pressed her hand against his shoulder and after a moment he understood what she wanted. He lay on his back expecting her to cuddle closer. He was in for a surprise.

He closed his eyes as her breath caressed his ear. Her tongue snaking out, tracing his ear and sending shivers through his body. He moved his hand to touch her, to pull her onto him, but she slapped his hand away, and whispered an echo of words he had once used on her.

"Nuh-uh, you don't get to touch." she whispered in what she hoped was a seductive, breathless tone. What ever tone she used it clearly worked on him as his dick bounced within his boxers.

They had lain in peace beside one another, her naked, him only in the one garment, but now the environment sparked with sexual tension. Her hands lovingly caressed his chest as her lips met his. Passion erupted between them as the kiss developed a life of its own. He could feel her breasts against his chest and the heat that radiated from between her legs warmed them both.

She pulled back from his kiss, breathless, flushed, and hungry. Hungry for something she knew only he could give. She gently raked her nails down his torso leaving tingling red lines across his skin. He growled in his throat. He wanted to beg for more but he knew she wouldn't give in until she was ready. This prospect excited him beyond measure. He loved strong women.

Her tongue danced across his neck and the exquisite feelings had him raising his hips off the bed, his cock begging to be inside her. She giggled at the effect she had on him. He growled again.

Slowly she kissed her way down his body, taking her time, enjoying every hill and valley from his chest to his lower abs. Her tongue in his navel had his hands scraping at the sheet, but he was a good boy, he didn't touch her.

She slid his boxers down, kissing new skin as it was uncovered. He tossed and turned, moaned, and clenched his teeth. She was loving every moment. She could feel her wetness, was almost certain a puddle had formed beneath her, but she didn't care.

"Samantha." He whispered her name beseechingly. "Tell me your fantasies."

Images flooded her mind. In one she was tied up, in another she had a collar on in public while he commanded her to do any and everything he could think of, in still another she was on her knees with his manhood bouncing in front of her just before a golden stream splashed across her breasts. She shook her head clearing the images from her mind, for now.

"In due time, Lover." She said, flashing him a smile that made him groan in delight.

Her tongue teased the slit at the tip of his cock, sliding along the little gash, brining him an odd mixture of pleasure and pain. Then he felt her lips against the swollen head. A gentle, chaste kiss from her could be so erotic in the right situation. Then, thought was washed from his mind by a flood of her saliva as it coated his erection. Into her mouth he went. A little at first, then, deeper and deeper until her throat pulsed around him. He could feel her gagging and immediately felt bad.

"You don't have to take me so deep." He said gently.

She didn't reply, she took a deep breath through her nose and tried once more. The feelings were sublime. She suppressed her gag reflex and suddenly he was in her throat. She swallowed around him, using her throat to caress this firm invader and he nearly lost his control. Thankfully she pulled back a little and focused on the pleasure she could bring him just by using her tongue and teeth.

She had a knack of brining him to the brink of orgasm only to stop just before he exploded. His dick coated thickly in her spit she began to work him with her hands.

"Do you like that, Big Brother? Do you like your slutty sister choking on your massive cock? Do you like seeing me bobbing up and down on your perfect, beautiful dick? I bet I know what you want to do with this. I bet you want to shove this hot, steel rod of yours in my tight little pussy don't you?"

He nodded feverishly. Her dirty talk and the feeling of her hands on him were driving him crazy.

"Do you know how wet you make me? I can feel it, I'm dripping on the bed right now. My little pussy wants your dick really badly. I want to feel you inside of me, pumping, pulsing. . . cumming." With that one word she had pushed him beyond the point of no return.

His hips started moving faster, she knew she couldn't hold him back anymore so she started working him faster with her hands, keeping her face close to the head of his cock all the while.

"Come on Big Brother, cum for your dirty little sister. Cum on her pretty little face, get it in my hair, make an absolute mess of me. Once you cum, Lover, I'm going to ride your long, hard dick until my pussy is dry. I'm going to make you fuck me until you can't cum any more. Cum for me, let me feel it."

On and on she went, talking to him, working him up, and the whole time her pretty little face was inches from his dick. It was too much to take. His hands found their way to her hair and he moaned her name as his orgasm ripped through him.

Mere moments from exploding, he felt her tiny hand squeeze tightly around the base of his cock. He could feel the pressure building and his fingers curled in her hair.

When she released he erupted harder than he ever had before. Rope after stringy, sticky rope splashed audibly against her face. Lines of his cum sparkled in her hair, the contrast of the white fluid on the red locks was beautiful beyond compare. A smile split her face as his orgasm died down.

"I bet I look a mess don't I? You practically soaked me in it!" She licked the head of his cock causing him to hiss from sensitivity. "You're delicious!"

He looked down at her and saw the mess he had created. He began to laugh. His laughter built more and more until his abs hurt just as much from laughing as they did from injuries.

"And what is soooo funny, Mister?" She asked.

"Nothing at all . . . Strawberry!" He said, a sly smile on his face.

Confusion showed in her eyes until she looked at the cum on the head of his member. Shiny and bright white. Then the image of them as children and the bubbles on her head; also white. She smiled and laughed with him.

Her laughter made his heart swell. He loved her as he had never before thought he could love anyone. He pulled her to him, the smell of his cum in her hair and on her skin did not deter him, his lips found hers. She tasted of strawberries and happiness. As if her laugh had left an after taste of pure joy on her tongue. He lost himself in that kiss.

Her legs wrapped around him, trying to force him to his back but this time he would not be subdued. She had her fun with him and now it was his turn to pay her back. He felt feral around her, like she had awakened some beast within him that vowed to love her with everything it had. If this was true, he loved that beast.

Sitting atop her he couldn't stop the growl from escaping his mouth.

"I want you." He said.

"I'm all yours." She replied, accentuating her words by spreading her legs wide.

He could see her arousal shining on her lips, on her thighs. Her delicate flower was in full bloom and her scent wafted around him fueling his fantasies. His cock hummed with life once more.

Grabbing her wrists in one of his he pulled her arms above her head.

"You are mine now. My beautiful, innocent little sex-slave. I'm going to take you any way I want." He licked his lips. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master." Her immediate reply caught him off guard. He smiled as her submissive response made his dick pulse.

He leaned down to her, his lips kissing her delicate skin, his teeth gently scraping. He used his tongue to taste the salt of her sweat as he made his way down her body. The passion was too much for him to hold back, he could not take his time with her. His need for her was too great.

His tongue dove deep into her pussy, he wanted to drown in her juices. She hadn't expected such a ferocious assault and the intensity of his need washed over her. He devoured her, greedily drinking her in and demanding more. Her moans were the ambrosia that filled his dreams, her scent was the particle which tied reality together, and the taste within his mouth was Nirvana.

She squirted multiple times on his face. He begged for more over and over. Until his dick began to ache.

He nibble his way up her body, his hands squeezing her breasts, his fingers scraping her skin. She had never been so hot for him.

"I need you!" He hissed.

"I need you!" She echoed.

He pressed his dick firmly against her opening.

"What do you need?" He asked, sliding the head of his cock against her clit.

"I need you. I need your dick inside me. Fuck me. Please, Master, please fuck me! Take me, I'm yours. Do whatever you want to me. Just fuck me, please, please please." She begged him, her pussy grinding against him with every word.

"Good girl." He purred. Then without another word he began to slide in to her.

The feeling of her lips spreading to accommodate his girth was absolute heaven. He closed his eyes trying to absorb every feeling. They moaned in unison as his cock bottomed out in her.

For this one instant they were one person, connected in the most intimate way possible. Not only connected by flesh, but connected as well by their shared desires for one another.

He began to move within her, allowing his dick to slide almost all the way out of her before slamming it back home. This was not making love. She had begged him to fuck her and that was just what he planned to do.

Soon his hand had wrapped lightly around her throat and their moans filled the room. He watched as her breasts bounced lewdly in response to his thrusts. She moaned for him and he gave her more.

Every time she squirted around his cock he had to grit his teeth not to fill her up. Still they came together over and over. Her bed was soaked, a sheen of sweat covered their bodies, but their eyes remained locked on one another.

He was nearing the end of his discipline. He knew he couldn't hold out much more. She seemed to sense it.

"Don't stop, Master. Fuck me harder! Keep going, cum deep inside me. Let me feel it splash within me. Fill me up! Please!!!!" She screamed as her orgasm ripped through her and continued to scream as his dick swelled within her.

She could feel each spray of his cum splashing against the walls of her pussy. Her pussy convulsed around his cock, milking him for more of his wonderful cum. Her nails dug into his back as she scratched her way down.

In the aftermath they lay together enjoying the warmth of one another's skin. She could feel his cum inside of her, some of it had already begun to leak from her deliciously sore slit. She purred lightly in her throat and snuggled closer to him.

"I love you." She said, after a sleepy yawn.

"I love you, too. Sweet dreams, Strawberry." He kissed her lips, pulled her close, and listened to her breathing as she slept. He lay there listening to her until sleep overtook him as well.

His dreams have been peaceful since.





THE END.