Amy woke up in a lowly motel room, she looked around the room. It was modestly furnished. She was still quite sore from the previous days Assault, but it was more like a dull botheration than anything else. Her heart darted around the elbow room. 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 travail gasp and a poor fitting tank top.

"Hello ! ?"Amy called out. There was n't too much space for soul to be hiding or anything. She checked the doorway. It was locked, the nob for the utterly deadbolt had been screwed off. She went into the vanity beside the bed. Atleast I 'll be able-bodied to bump out where I am. She thought to herself. After searching through everything, she realized that she was in the uncollectible piece of town she could possibly be in. Suddenly being locked in did n't appear so bad. She looked around for her purse. It was there, along with her ID and some meds. She went ahead and took her pills before turning on the TV. The one thing she was missing from her purse was her cellular telephone. She glanced over at the motel phone, but she did n't see the cord connecting it to the wall. Amy sighed and decided she 'd have to hold back for her new captor before she could do anything.

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Several time of day passed before she heard a key turning in the door. In walked a heavy set black man, the same one who almost killed her. The same one who killed her attackers and apparently the same one who had brought her here.

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

"Yeah, it 's me ... kinda."The man replied. He looked a lot unlike than the man she 'd met several months before. Mostly it was something about his demeanor that changed, something in his eyes. He put down several large traveling bag before handing Amy a twain of slings and a duo for her hand."How are you feeling ?"John asked, putting several things in the mini-fridge.

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

"I 'm dreary it took so long for me to get there, I did n't realize 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 issue. 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. Saint John sat down beside her on the bed.

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

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

The water felt good, cascading down Amy 's bruised and battered body. It was quite was in quite a bit of uncomfortableness washing herself, her weaponry constantly feeling like they were going to pop out of the sockets at any moment. Apparently the bones in her hand had been reset, but she could still see the puncture mark of when Miko stepped on her hired man with those stiletto heels. Her creative thinker drifted to the last she 'd seen of Miko, her laying on the ground, impaled on a bottle as she crawled out of the can. She saw the look on John 's face. It was n't the same as what she 'd expected. It was n't like the look on her father 's face or the looking on her ex 's boldness. It was different. There was no anger, no zero. It was just cold, emotionless. She thought about her cousin and how something very standardised had been done to her at a very unseasoned age. Was he thinking about that when he did impaled Miko like that ? Amy wondered. The lack of dried cum inside of her told her that St. 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 throw a trump card. Something she knew would keep him from killing her, assuming he even would. Confident that she 'd make everything out, she sat back and enjoyed her shower.

John the Evangelist listened to the auditory sensation of the cascade starting and sat back, watching the TV. phratry Guy was on. He chuckled at the irony, considering the first time they 'd met, they were watching kinsfolk Guy. He glanced over at her purse and tossed her jail cell phone back inside. He had been tempted to look for info on her cellphone, but he decided against it. Instead he wondered how long would she be willing to stay before she 'd desire to get home. What she thought of him, having seen him kill. What was really going on in her mind. He could n't help but think of the speech sound of Amy breaking down when she thought he was going to drink down her. He 'd neglect soupcon, hoping she 'd overtake on. Hoping that she would n't be so scared, but until she said is gens, she did n't be intimate whether she 'd caught on or not. He did know one thing, matter where not safe for Amy out there, not by a long shot. Having given up all hopes of finding her through traditional means, he 'd get along down here to go after her down after they 'd lost touch. He knew there was one individual who might have it away where she was, but he needed to be smart about it. Fortunately Amy 's cousin-german, Lia, had kept his name out of the unscathed situation so there was no need for him to worry. He knew who was after Amy, and that person did n't live him, so he was in a pretty full position when he finally got down there. He 'd talked to his Father of the Church about surviving in the streets, his Father having been homeless person for several years. He took his supply of ethical drug lozenge down with him to help garner favour until he 'd gotten where he wanted to go. Unfortunately the guy did n't know much, but since he was already down there and was to some degree part of that Earth, he decided to work with them and earn Sir Thomas More reliance and favors til the clip that he needed to strike. He 'd done a few contract violent death, his main MO was mostly using bombs and radio receiver controlled cars, but something about this world appealed to him. It felt almost born. The dark parts of him were starting to show and the people in that world liked what they saw.

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

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

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

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

"Actually it was the last thing you said before you fell out."John chuckled."I did n't listen 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 normal. I figured if I 'd done that earlier, perhaps I could 've ...."John trailed off. Amy looked at him confused, obviously something was bothering him, usually he was pretty forthcoming about his touch."It does n't matter. 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 meter for me to get going."Amy said, alittle confused."You came down for me ?"

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

"But ..."

"Yeah, I know ... but still. You where here for me, now I 'm here for you. Perhaps we should provide it at that."John said, starting to sense 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 things back go some semblance of normalcy.

"Yeah, and you were supposed to actually"try"and search honest this time."John joked, commenting on the number one time they 'd met.

"Well unless you have some wearing apparel for me and would be willing to hold back for a few, I guess you 're kind of out of luck."

"To be honest, you do n't await bad now."privy smiled looking at the loose fitting fret pants, a flimsy bulge started to form in his trouser, thinking about how wanton it would be to rent them off. He glanced up at the top. The slope of her bosom were clearly seeable. She was wearing his wearing apparel which obviously did n't fit her very well. The gibbousness did n't escape Amy 's notice. A smile crossed her face.

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

"Actually I was kinda thinking you owed me for saving your life history, blueberry pancakes would be the to the lowest degree I could get."

"I saved your life if you remember correctly."

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

"fountainhead, considering."Amy said, glancing at her break out deal."I think I 'll have to take a rainwater check on that one."

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

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

"No you did n't. You saved me yesterday. He was going to bash me with that 2x4. You totally saved my ass."lavatory said taking her hands. He could feel them shaking slightly. Amy winced slightly as he squeezed her hurt hand.

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

"Yeah, I know. I murdered them. They hurt mortal I cared about, they were going to anguish you even more ... so I killed them. sound off and simple. I do n't experience any variety of way about it. They were wicked people and if I did n't kill them ... they just would 've done it to someone else. Anyways, it 's not like they would 've let me get out with you."Saint John the Apostle said, as though it was n't a big peck. Amy pulled her script away. She could n't deal with this not right now. The man before her just killed two the great unwashed with no signs of remorse at all. Just snuffed them out like they were zero and did n't experience anything. Atleast her sire was crazy, atleast her ex-husband was angry. Him he was n't either. It was more of a issue 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 eyes locked on to his."And if I did n't take you cum ... what would 've happened then ..."

"You would 've passed out and I would 've tossed you on the storey and said you were deadened. Amy, what 's untimely ?"John said taking a step closer. He could smell the apprehensiveness, maybe even a hint of concern. 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 kind of ..."toilet 's eye turn frigidness"... monster."he says taking yet another step towards Amy. Amy took a deep breath. I 've been through worse, it 'll be fine. She thought to herself, trying to calm down herself down.

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

"wellspring ..."John 's eyes soften again."... you 're unseasonable. I 'm not a monster. I 'm just a person, protecting mortal he cares about."he continues, cradling Amy 's cheek in his hands, tilting it upward towards his. Her sass part slightly as his mouth pressed against hers. Amy runs her hands through is tomentum, as his coat of arms wrap around her waist. This is n't how either of them had thought thing would go when they 'd planned their meeting. Infact their group meeting was to be closer to the flak Amy had experienced that premature night than to what was happening now, but somehow what was happening felt ... right. Amy 's body melted in is blazon as their tongues danced in each others oral cavity. He lifted her off the ground, her legs wrapped as her body as he walked her to the bed. Amy bounced roughly as John the Evangelist tossed her onto the bed. apace sliding her pants down, he pressed his face between her thighs. Normally this was not Amy 's thing, Thomas More used to getting and being used for joy than receiving it, but today it felt right. As lots as she was normally against it, after what she 'd experienced the previous day, it felt good for person to actually be indulgent and caring towards her. She sat up at initiatory before her shoulders told her it was better for her to lay back. His blockheaded byssus tickled the interior of her thighs as his tongue entered her, his pry pressed against her clitoris as he licked and slurped between her thigh. Slowly but surely her physical structure started to reply as her breathing got annoy and her bitch started to dampen. 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 thigh start to tremble as waves of delight start to wash over her. She starts gripping the edge of the bed, her wetness now freely flowing from her dead body as her peg lock around his back, keeping his face locked between her second joint. Amy moaned loudly as he continued his unwritten assault, before switching it up a bit, his mouth now on her clit as he licked and sucked it into his rima oris, keeping the sucking going as he flicked her raw minuscule nub with his spit. She bucked and grinded her privates into his face, her stage 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 throws of orgasm as John climbed atop of her, Amy 's legs in his shoulders as he thrust his expectant midst rooster inside of her still quivering sleep together fix. Amy again moaned loudly as his large 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 low gear orgasm before he started to hurtle himself inside of her once again. His entire system of weights driving his putz into her with each jabbing, driving the breathing place from her consistence. His fingers laid clasped in hers as their sass again locked against one another. He ground his pecker into her sensitive clutching sex as they kissed passionately locked in each other 's embrace. They held each early like this for several mo before their candy kiss was broken by the moans erupting from Amy 's sass. Slowly but surely the grinding stopped and bathroom began to thrust into her once again, slowly at first but then he quickened the gait, once again pounding his putz into her, grazing the very deepest persona her. His manus slowly slid around her throat as a smile crossed his grimace. As he pounded her, he slowly started applying pressure, her gasps and moans became quiesce as her face reddened. He let go for a here and now, allowing her to fascinate her breath before doing it again, this sentence for prospicient. Amy 's soundbox 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 dead body. Although she 'd cum yet again, John continued driving himself into her now clutching cunt, wetness now erupting from her with each driving force, her body still shaking. He sat back alittle, her peg still over his shoulders, but this clip he sat back enough so that he could touch her boob. He started slowly massaging her knocker as he thrust himself inside of her, a much slower tread than before. He took both mammilla between his fingers between and started pinching and rubbing Amy 's punishing pink nipples. Amy 's organic structure slowly began to find, before he started massaging her titty. She winced alittle as he started pinching and twisting progressively more sensitive nipples. He slid off of her body and around beside her. John buried his fingers into Amy 's pulsing pussy, as he started sucking and licking on her stiff nipples. His digit alternated between her clitoris and her cunt, using her wetness to lubricate his digit as he rubbed her clit. Amy slid her hand between his legs and started rubbing and stroking his hard, wet prick. He continued working her tit, twisting and licking her mammilla as she stroked his cock. Soon Saint John slid a third finger inside of her, hooking his fingers upward, probing her g-spot as she scraped her fingernails lightly up his diaphysis. Amy 's body started to strain up as he licked where her scar had been. There was still a vague scheme of the scar, but it was barely seeable unless you knew were to look. He glanced up at her and she started to loosen up again. He started rubbing her clitoris, his cum moistened fingers massaging her sensitive niggling nub. She licked her precum and wetness covered helping hand as she started stroking him again. lav started pounding his fingers back into her again quivering pussy, this prison term quite roughly, rubbing her g-spot as his fingers squished inside of her, her breaths again started getting ragged as he took his detached hand and started rubbing her clit, ushering her coming even faster. Amy 's second joint snapped shut around his deal as she was again taken, more violently this metre, than before. Amy 's slit erupted, forcing his finger's breadth from her body as cum flooded from her eubstance. He stood up smiling as Amy 's young eubstance twitched and spasmed on the bed. He slowly walked back around her, taking in the beautiful image of her body quivering, her side twisted in pleasure. He walked back around and turned her over on her belly. He again plunges himself inside of her as she moans softly her mind now lost in an orgasmic fog as he hammers himself inside of her. Pushing her hanker red hair to the side, he starts kissing the back of her neck as he rides her hard into the bed. He slows down to start up blowing on the dorsum of her neck, sending shudder through her now super tender trunk, reaching around her to again rub and massage her white meat. Amy moans loudly as waves of pleasance continually wash over her consistency, nothing separating one orgasm from the succeeding. John feels himself reaching orgasm as his own breaths become ragged. He forcefully wraps his hand around Amy 's pharynx. He starts throttling her choking her violently as he shakes her as he pounds himself into her, his script start clinch even tighter around her throat. He relentlessly hammers his ramrod into her. Amy weakly clawed at his hands as she started again to fade. Amy 's struggle started to fade as he pressed cock right hand against her cervix, shooting lode after cargo of hot cum inside of her pulsing bed box. He releases right as Amy reaches another orgasm, her nearly unconscious body collapsing on the bed. John slowly rolled off of Amy 's shaking, cum hazed, body, rolling her on her side. Amy managed to smile through her cum drunk daze as she felt his hot cum dripping down the back of her second joint. As much as whoremaster wanted to go on to force her to orgasm, he knew she 'd been through quite an ordeal and she 'd call for some metre to recover. Instead, he pulled her over on him, her head resting against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her and let her rest. Her body was still trembling after the orgasmic assault. St. John the Apostle smiled as he kissed Amy 's slumbering course on the forehead. For only the second time in his lifetime, he was laid beside someone he actually cared about. thing were effective .