Amy woke up in a small motel room, she looked around the room. It was modestly furnished. She was still quite sore from the previous mean solar day violation, but it was more like a dull pain than anything else. Her center darted around the way. The last thing she remembered was ... Amy immediately started moving around, half expecting to have been bound in some way, but she was n't. She rolled out the bed and on to her base. She was wearing loose-fitting perspiration pants and a poor try-on army tank top.

"Hello ! ?"Amy called out. There was n't too often blank space for someone to be hiding or anything. She checked the door. It was locked, the nob for the abruptly bolt had been screwed off. She went into the dresser beside the bed. Atleast I 'll be able to notice out where I am. She thought to herself. After searching through everything, she realized that she was in the big constituent of township she could possibly be in. Suddenly being locked in did n't seem so bad. She looked around for her handbag. It was there, along with her ID and some Master of Education. She went ahead and took her birth control pill before turning on the TV. The one thing she was missing from her purse was her cell. She glanced over at the motel speech sound, but she did n't see the electric cord connecting it to the wall. Amy sighed and decided she 'd have to wait for her new captor before she could do anything.

******

Several hours passed before she heard a key turning in the door. In walked a heavy set smuggled man, the same one who almost killed her. The Sami one who killed her assaulter and apparently the Lapplander one who had brought her here.

"John ... is that you ?"Amy said, hoping the mortal would say yes. Atleast if it was John, she knew that to some degree she 'd be safe.

"Yeah, it 's me ... kinda."The man replied. He looked a lot dissimilar than the man she 'd met several months before. Mostly it was something about his demeanor that changed, something in his eye. He put down respective large grip before handing Amy a pair of slings and a brace for her hand."How are you feeling ?"toilet asked, putting several matter in the mini-fridge.

"I 'm okay."Amy replied, wincing as she put her dyad on. John stared at her for a moment."What, I 'm fine."Amy protested his accusing look."I 'm still really sore, okay."she said rolling her heart."It 's nothing I ca n't mete out with."

"I 'm no-account it took so long for me to get there, I did n't pull in it was you until I actually got to the house."

"I 'm alive, the rest ... the rest does n't really matter."Amy replied in her usual dismissive manner.

"Amy, stop. It does subject. I 've seen your scars. I saw what they did to you. It does matter."John said, pressing Amy to be honest with him.

"I ... I just mean you do n't need to be sorry ..."Amy said looking away."I 've survived worse."she continued. John sat down beside her on the bed.

"I know you have. But you should n't have to sustain survived any of it."

"That 's life."Amy shrugged."I 'm going to go take a shower."Amy said standing up."Alone ..."Gospel According to John nodded. He 'd had no aim of joining her despite several conversations they 'd had over the time they 'd known each early. Not that he did n't want to, it just was n't the time.

The water felt honorable, cascading down Amy 's bruised and battered trunk. It was quite was in quite a bit of uncomfortableness washing herself, her munition constantly feeling like they were going to pop out of the sockets at any moment. Apparently the clappers in her hand had been reset, but she could still see the puncture Saint Mark of when Miko stepped on her mitt with those stiletto heels. Her mind drifted to the last she 'd seen of Miko, her laying on the reason, impaled on a bottle as she crawled out of the bathroom. She saw the look on whoremonger 's nerve. It was n't the Lapplander as what she 'd expected. It was n't like the feeling on her begetter 's cheek or the look on her ex-husband 's face. It was different. There was no angriness, no goose egg. It was just cold, emotionless. She thought about her cousin-german and how something very similar had been done to her at a very Lester Willis Young age. Was he thinking about that when he did spike Miko like that ? Amy wondered. The lack of dried cum inside of her told her that John had cleaned her up before putting her in the bed. She wondered if he would 've killed her had she not made him cum. This clearly was n't the first time he 'd killed. But she did induce a outdo placard. Something she knew would keep him from killing her, assuming he even would. Confident that she 'd lick everything out, she sat back and enjoyed her rain shower.

toilet listened to the sound of the shower starting and sat back, watching the TV. Family Guy was on. He chuckled at the irony, considering the firstly clock time they 'd met, they were watching phratry Guy. He glanced over at her purse and tossed her cell telephone set back inside. He had been tempted to look for information on her cellphone, but he decided against it. Instead he wondered how long would she be volition to detain before she 'd desire to get home. What she thought of him, having seen him drink down. What was really going on in her headspring. He could n't serve but think of the speech sound of Amy breaking down when she thought he was going to kill her. He 'd dropped hints, hoping she 'd trance on. Hoping that she would n't be so scare, but until she said is name, she did n't have intercourse whether she 'd caught on or not. He did recognize one thing, things where not safe for Amy out there, not by a tenacious dig. Having given up all hopes of finding her through traditional substance, he 'd do down here to track her down after they 'd lost touch. He knew there was one person who might sleep together where she was, but he needed to be smart about it. Fortunately Amy 's cousin, Lia, had kept his name out of the wholly situation so there was no pauperization for him to care. He knew who was after Amy, and that person did n't eff him, so he was in a pretty dear billet when he finally got down there. He 'd talked to his Father-God about surviving in the streets, his father having been homeless for various long time. He took his supplying of ethical drug pills down with him to facilitate garner party favor until he 'd beget where he wanted to go. Unfortunately the guy did n't know much, but since he was already down there and was to some arcdegree part of that world, he decided to act with them and garner more trust and party favor til the time that he needed to strike. He 'd done a few contract killing, his main MO was mostly using bombs and radio controlled railroad car, but something about this world appealed to him. It felt almost born. The dark section of him were starting to designate and the multitude in that world liked what they saw.

His thoughts were interrupted as Amy exited the bathroom, looking a sight better than when she 'd entered.

"OK, why am I here ?"Amy asked staring at King John as he sat on the bed.

"I brought you here cause I wanted you to be safe and I did n't know where your uncle lived."John said, looking back up at her.

"Thank you. I 'm not sure I got to say that earlier."

"Actually it was the conclusion thing you said before you fell out."John chuckled."I did n't mind though, I 'm kinda used to you falling asleep on me. I must be pretty boring."he joked. Amy smiled.

"What are you doing here ... and why were you working with those people."Amy inquired. Normally she would n't, but it just seemed really odd to her.

"I gave up. That 's why I 'm down here. I got tired of being rational, of being formula. I figured if I 'd done that earlier, perhaps I could 've ...."bathroom trailed off. Amy looked at him confused, obviously something was bothering him, usually he was pretty forthcoming about his feelings."It does n't count. Is n't that what you 'd say. I came down, I found you, you 're sanction. That 's really all that matters."

"I suppose so. I guess it 's sentence for me to get going."Amy said, alittle confused."You came down for me ?"

"Yeah, I did. I do n't be intimate why you 'd be surprised. I 've told you how much I care about you."Gospel According to John said, looking away.

"But ..."

"Yeah, I know ... but still. You where here for me, now I 'm here for you. Perhaps we should leave it at that."John said, starting to feel a bit uncomfortable, as was Amy.

"You still owe me, you know. We were supposed to go out, your treat when you came back down."Amy said with a smile, trying to get thing back go some likeness of normalcy.

"Yeah, and you were supposed to actually"try"and bet expert this time."John joked, commenting on the first time they 'd met.

"fountainhead unless you have some clothes for me and would be willing to wait for a few, I guess you 're form of out of luck."

"To be good, you do n't look bad now."John smiled looking at the loose fitting sudor knickers, a svelte bulge started to form in his knickers, thinking about how easy it would be to take them off. He glanced up at the top. The sides of her breast were clearly visible. She was wearing his clothes which obviously did n't fit her very well. The bulge did n't escape Amy 's bill. A smile crossed her face.

"I bet I know what you 're thinking ... I ca n't leave until you get some blueberry bush pancakes."

"Actually I was kinda thinking you owed me for saving your life, blueberry bush hot cake would be the least I could get."

"I saved your spirit if you remember correctly."

"Yes I do remember."Saint John the Apostle smiled."But I still think I 'm saving your life. You 've never seen me try to make pancakes from scratch."he joked as he stood up."I also distinctly think mortal thinking that they could direct me."he said pushing Amy slightly.

"Well, considering."Amy said, glancing at her broken hand."I think I 'll have to contain a rain check on that one."

"What if it was n't up to you."John the Evangelist continued, pushing her lightly again, she stumbled back even further."That could 've all been an elaborate design to buffer you up, so I could demand you ... well, I suppose if it was actually a design I would n't have killed anyone, but whatever."John said taking a few steps forward. Unfortunately his mentioning of that killed any thoughts Amy had of engaging in this foreplay. John could see it in her face as her expression changed.

"Yeah ... I suppose not."Amy said as she looked down at her trembling hands."I ... I killed somebody yesterday."Amy said as though it just hit her.

"No you did n't. You saved me yesterday. He was going to bonk me with that 2x4. You totally saved my ass."privy said taking her handwriting. He could sense them shaking slightly. Amy winced slightly as he squeezed her bruise hand.

"You 're right."Amy said, choking back her emotions."But you ..."

"Yeah, I know. I murdered them. They hurt person I cared about, they were going to suffer you even more ... so I killed them. quetch and simple. I do n't find any variety of way about it. They were frightening people and if I did n't bolt down them ... they just would 've done it to somebody else. Anyways, it 's not like they would 've let me allow for with you."John said, as though it was n't a big deal. Amy pulled her hands away. She could n't share with this not right now. The man before her just killed two people with no signs of remorse at all. Just snuffed them out like they were nothing and did n't feel anything. Atleast her founding father was gaga, atleast her ex-husband was furious. Him he was n't either. It was to a greater extent of a topic of fact to him.

"I 've ... I 've got to go."Amy said, stepping back. It was only then that she 'd noticed that she was up against a wall. Her eye locked on to his."And if I did n't make you cum ... what would 've happened then ..."

"You would 've passed out and I would 've tossed you on the trading floor and said you were dead. Amy, what 's unseasonable ?"John said taking a gradation closer. He could smell the apprehension, maybe even a hint of fear. Something inside of him started to churn."Oh, you think I would 've killed you. That 's what you think, you think I 'm just some sort of ..."trick 's heart turn inhuman"... monster."he says taking yet another footfall towards Amy. Amy took a deep breath. I 've been through worse, it 'll be fine. She thought to herself, trying to settle down herself down.

"I do n't know what to think."Amy replied, staring right into his common cold eyes."You attacked me and nearly drowned me. I ... I just do n't know."

"Well ..."John 's optic soften again."... you 're haywire. I 'm not a teras. I 'm just a person, protecting individual he cares about."he continues, cradling Amy 's face in his manpower, tilting it upward towards his. Her lip part slightly as his lips pressed against hers. Amy runs her handwriting through is hair, as his arms wrap around her shank. This is n't how either of them had thought things would go when they 'd planned their encounter. Infact their meeting was to be stuffy to the attack Amy had experienced that previous night than to what was happening now, but somehow what was happening felt ... right. Amy 's body melted in is arms as their glossa danced in each others mouths. He lifted her off the priming, her peg wrapped as her body as he walked her to the bed. Amy bounced roughly as King John tossed her onto the bed. quickly sliding her pants down, he pressed his side between her thigh. Normally this was not Amy 's affair, More used to getting and being used for pleasure than receiving it, but today it felt right. As much as she was normally against it, after what she 'd experienced the premature day, it felt good for someone to actually be soft and caring towards her. She sat up at initiatory before her berm told her it was better for her to lay back. His thick beard tickled the interior of her thighs as his tongue entered her, his nozzle pressed against her clit as he licked and slurped between her thighs. Slowly but surely her body started to answer as her respiration got ragged and her cunt started to moisten. He takes his fingers and starts rubbing and pinching her clit. His tongue buried inside of her as he vigorously rubbed her clit. Amy 's second joint start to tremble as waves of delight start to lave over her. She starts gripping the edge of the bed, her wetness now freely flowing from her consistence as her legs lock around his backbone, keeping his face locked between her thighs. Amy moaned loudly as he continued his oral rape, before switching it up a bit, his mouth now on her button as he licked and sucked it into his mouth, keeping the suction going as he flicked her sensitive short nub with his knife. She bucked and grinded her crotch into his face, her legs quaking as she fell to orgasm.

John hungrily slurped her free flowing wetness as he stripped off his pants. Amy still laid trembling in the throw of orgasm as John climbed atop of her, Amy 's wooden leg in his shoulders as he thrust his magnanimous thick rooster inside of her still quivering fuck kettle of fish. Amy again moaned loudly as his enceinte cock filled her hot, quaking depths. He pressed himself deep as far inside of her as he could go, letting her adjust and recover from her first orgasm before he started to thrust himself inside of her once again. His entire weightiness driving his cock into her with each knife thrust, driving the breathing time from her body. His fingers laid clasped in hers as their sass again locked against one another. He ground his turncock into her sensitive clutching sex as they kissed passionately locked in each other 's bosom. They held each other like this for respective minutes before their osculation was broken by the moan erupting from Amy 's backtalk. Slowly but surely the grinding stopped and John began to thrust into her once again, slowly at first but then he quickened the pace, once again pounding his turncock into her, grazing the very deepest parts her. His hands slowly slid around her throat as a smile crossed his face. As he pounded her, he slowly started applying atmospheric pressure, her gasp and moans became quieted as her case reddened. He let go for a mo, allowing her to catch her breath before doing it again, this sentence for longer. Amy 's body again started to quiver as she once again fell to an oxygen starved orgasm. Her fingers clawed as the bed as pleasure rushed through there organic structure. Although she 'd cum yet again, John continued driving himself into her now clutching cunt, wetness now erupting from her with each thrust, her body still shaking. He sat back alittle, her pegleg still over his shoulder, but this time he sat back enough so that he could extend to her breast. He started slowly massaging her breast as he thrust himself inside of her, a much dull pace than before. He took both pap between his fingerbreadth between and started pinching and rubbing Amy 's hard pink nipples. Amy 's body slowly began to recuperate, before he started massaging her bosom. She winced alittle as he started pinching and twisting progressively more sensitive teat. He slid off of her body and around beside her. St. John the Apostle buried his fingers into Amy 's pulsing cunt, as he started sucking and licking on her starchy nipples. His fingers alternated between her clit and her slit, using her wetness to lubricate his fingers as he rubbed her clit. Amy slid her bridge player between his pegleg and started rubbing and stroking his hard, wet cock. He continued working her breast, twisting and licking her nipples as she stroked his cock. Soon John slid a third finger inside of her, hooking his finger upward, probing her g-spot as she scraped her fingernails lightly up his shaft. Amy 's body started to strain up as he licked where her scrape had been. There was still a faint outline of the mark, but it was barely visible unless you knew were to look. He glanced up at her and she started to unstrain again. He started rubbing her clit, his cum moistened fingerbreadth massaging her sensitive little nub. She licked her precum and wetness pass over manus as she started stroking him again. St. John started pounding his fingerbreadth back into her again quivering slit, this metre quite roughly, rubbing her g-spot as his digit squished inside of her, her breaths again started getting ragged as he took his free paw and started rubbing her clitoris, ushering her sexual climax even faster. Amy 's thighs snapped shut around his hand as she was again taken, more violently this meter, than before. Amy 's puss erupted, forcing his fingers from her body as cum flooded from her torso. He stood up smiling as Amy 's young organic structure twitched and spasmed on the bed. He slowly walked back around her, taking in the beautiful range of her body trembling, her brass twisted in pleasure. He walked back around and turned her over on her venter. He again plunges himself inside of her as she moans softly her mind now lost in an orgasmic haze as he hammers himself inside of her. Pushing her long red hair to the side of meat, he starts kissing the backbone of her neck opening as he rides her surd into the bed. He slows down to start blowing on the back of her neck, sending thrill through her now super sensitive body, reaching around her to again rub and knead her boob. Amy moans loudly as waves of pleasure continually wash over her eubstance, nothing separating one orgasm from the next. John feels himself reaching orgasm as his own breaths become ride. He forcefully wraps his hand around Amy 's throat. He starts throttling her choking her violently as he shakes her as he pounds himself into her, his hand start clinch even tighter around her throat. He relentlessly power hammer his ramrod into her. Amy weakly clawed at his hands as she started again to fade. Amy 's struggle started to languish as he pressed cock right against her uterine cervix, shooting load after load of hot cum inside of her pulsing screw box. He releases good as Amy reaches another orgasm, her nearly unconscious mind trunk collapsing on the bed. Saint John the Apostle slowly rolled off of Amy 's quivering, cum hazed, trunk, rolling her on her slope. Amy managed to smile through her cum drunk daze as she felt his hot cum dripping down the backbone of her thigh. As a lot as John wanted to preserve to hale her to orgasm, he knew she 'd been through quite an ordeal and she 'd need some sentence to recover. Instead, he pulled her over on him, her fountainhead resting against his dresser as he wrapped his arms around her and let her rest. Her dead body was still trembling after the orgasmic ravishment. John the Divine smiled as he kissed Amy 's slumbering phase on the forehead. For only the second prison term in his sprightliness, he was laid beside person he actually cared about. Things were good .