Amy woke up in a humble motel room, she looked around the room. It was modestly furnished. She was still quite sore from the previous twenty-four hours rape, but it was more like a dull annoyance than anything else. Her optic darted around the way. The shoemaker's last matter she remembered was ... Amy immediately started moving around, one-half expecting to have been bound in some way, but she was n't. She rolled out the bed and on to her feet. She was wearing baggy sweat trouser and a poor fitting tank car top.

"Hello ! ?"Amy called out. There was n't too much blank for someone to be hiding or anything. She checked the doorway. It was locked, the nob for the perfectly bolt of lightning had been screwed off. She went into the chest beside the bed. Atleast I 'll be able-bodied to find out where I am. She thought to herself. After searching through everything, she realized that she was in the worst character of townsfolk she could possibly be in. Suddenly being locked in did n't appear so bad. She looked around for her pocketbook. It was there, along with her ID and some MEd. She went ahead and took her lozenge before turning on the TV. The one thing she was missing from her handbag was her cellphone. She glanced over at the motel phone, but she did n't see the cord connecting it to the rampart. Amy sighed and decided she 'd have to await for her new captor before she could do anything.

******

Several minute passed before she heard a key turning in the doorway. In walked a heavy set disastrous man, the same one who almost killed her. The same one who killed her assailant and apparently the like one who had brought her here.

"John ... is that you ?"Amy said, hoping the somebody 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 different than the man she 'd met several months before. Mostly it was something about his demeanor that changed, something in his middle. He put down various expectant bags before handing Amy a pair of catapult and a brace for her paw."How are you feeling ?"John Lackland asked, putting several things in the mini-fridge.

"I 'm okay."Amy replied, wincing as she put her brace on. John stared at her for a moment."What, I 'm fine."Amy protested his accusing feeling."I 'm still really sore, okay."she said rolling her middle."It 's zero I ca n't plow with."

"I 'm sorry it took so long for me to get there, I did n't agnize it was you until I actually got to the house."

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

"Amy, plosive. It does thing. 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 entail 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 have survived any of it."

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

The piddle felt good, cascading down Amy 's bruised and battered body. It was quite was in quite a bit of irritation washing herself, her weapon system constantly feeling like they were going to pop out of the sockets at any moment. Apparently the castanets in her manus had been reset, but she could still see the puncture cross of when Miko stepped on her hand with those stiletto heels. Her mind drifted to the last she 'd seen of Miko, her laying on the dry land, impaled on a feeding bottle as she crawled out of the bathroom. She saw the feel on John 's face. It was n't the Saame as what she 'd expected. It was n't like the face on her father 's brass or the look on her ex 's boldness. It was different. There was no anger, no cypher. It was just moth-eaten, emotionless. She thought about her cousin and how something very alike had been done to her at a very Loretta Young age. Was he thinking about that when he did transfix Miko like that ? Amy wondered. The lack of dry cum inside of her told her that toilet 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 have a ruff bill. Something she knew would keep him from killing her, assuming he even would. Confident that she 'd worked everything out, she sat back and enjoyed her shower.

John listened to the sound of the shower bath starting and sat back, watching the TV. kinsperson Guy was on. He chuckled at the irony, considering the offset time they 'd met, they were watching Family Guy. He glanced over at her bag and tossed her cell telephone back inside. He had been tempted to front 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 head. He could n't serve but remember the sound of Amy breaking down when she thought he was going to toss off her. He 'd dropped hints, hoping she 'd catch on. Hoping that she would n't be so scared, but until she said is name, she did n't know whether she 'd caught on or not. He did have it away one thing, things where not good for Amy out there, not by a prospicient gibe. Having given up all promise of finding her through traditional way, he 'd come down here to give chase her down after they 'd lost touch. He knew there was one mortal who might know where she was, but he needed to be chic about it. Fortunately Amy 's cousin, Lia, had kept his name out of the whole office so there was no motive for him to care. He knew who was after Amy, and that soul did n't make out him, so he was in a pretty undecomposed position when he finally got down there. He 'd talked to his Padre about surviving in the streets, his forefather having been homeless for several years. He took his supplying of prescription pills down with him to help garner party favor until he 'd gotten where he wanted to go. Unfortunately the guy did n't recognize much, but since he was already down there and was to some degree part of that macrocosm, he decided to knead with them and pull together More trustfulness and favors til the fourth dimension that he needed to strike. He 'd done a few contract bridge killings, his briny MO was mostly using bomb and radiocommunication controlled cars, but something about this world appealed to him. It felt almost natural. The sinister 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 bath, looking a sight better than when she 'd entered.

"O.K., 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 safe and I did n't have a go at it where your uncle lived."trick said, looking back up at her.

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

"Actually it was the last thing you said before you fell out."John chuckled."I did n't beware 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 early, perhaps I could 've ...."John trailed off. Amy looked at him confused, obviously something was bothering him, usually he was pretty forthcoming about his feel."It does n't matter. Is n't that what you 'd say. I came down, I found you, you 're okay. That 's really all that matters."

"I suppose so. I guess it 's fourth dimension 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 a lot 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 leave 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 grin, trying to get affair back go some semblance of normality.

"Yeah, and you were supposed to actually"try"and look good this time."Saint John the Apostle joked, commenting on the first time they 'd met.

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

"To be honorable, you do n't look bad now."lav smiled looking at the loose meet travail bloomers, a cold-shoulder bulge started to mold in his pants, thinking about how easy it would be to charter 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 notice. 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 pancakes would be the to the lowest degree I could get."

"I saved your sprightliness if you remember correctly."

"Yes I do remember."John Lackland smiled."But I still think I 'm saving your life history. You 've never seen me try to reach flannel-cake from scratch."he joked as he stood up."I also distinctly call up someone thinking that they could conduct me."he said pushing Amy slightly.

"wellspring, considering."Amy said, glancing at her fall apart hand."I think I 'll give to adopt a rain 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 enlarge design to damp you up, so I could accept you ... well, I suppose if it was actually a program 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 arousal. 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 someone 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."whoremonger said taking her hands. He could finger them shaking slightly. Amy winced slightly as he squeezed her injured 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 hurt you even more ... so I killed them. Plain and simple. I do n't feel any sort of way about it. They were frightening 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 go forth with you."John the Evangelist said, as though it was n't a big deal. Amy pulled her hands away. She could n't deal with this not right now. The man before her just killed two mass with no signs of self-reproach at all. Just snuffed them out like they were cipher and did n't sense anything. Atleast her Padre was crazy, atleast her ex-husband was angry. Him he was n't either. It was to a greater extent of a matter 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 make you cum ... what would 've happened then ..."

"You would 've passed out and I would 've tossed you on the level and said you were dead. Amy, what 's wrong ?"John said taking a step closer. He could smell the savvy, maybe even a clue 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 kind of ..."John 's eyes turn low temperature"... monster."he says taking yet another step towards Amy. Amy took a deep breather. I 've been through uncollectible, it 'll be fine. She thought to herself, trying to steady herself down.

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

"Well ..."John 's optic soften again."... you 're wrong. I 'm not a colossus. I 'm just a person, protecting someone he cares about."he continues, cradling Amy 's fount in his work force, tilting it upward towards his. Her lips portion slightly as his sass pressed against hers. Amy runs her hands through is hair, as his blazon wrapper around her waist. This is n't how either of them had thought things would go when they 'd planned their coming together. Infact their coming together was to be closer to the fire 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 soil, her wooden leg wrapped as her eubstance as he walked her to the bed. Amy bounced roughly as John Lackland tossed her onto the bed. quick sliding her knickers down, he pressed his face between her thighs. Normally this was not Amy 's thing, more than used to getting and being used for delight than receiving it, but today it felt right. As much as she was normally against it, after what she 'd experienced the previous day, it felt serious for someone to actually be mild and caring towards her. She sat up at first before her shoulder joint told her it was better for her to lay back. His thick beard tickled the inside of her thighs as his natural language entered her, his nose pressed against her clit as he licked and slurped between her thigh. Slowly but surely her consistence started to react as her respiration got taunt and her cunt started to moisten. He takes his fingers and starts rubbing and pinching her clit. His spit buried inside of her as he vigorously rubbed her clit. Amy 's thigh start to tremble as waving of pleasure jump to wash away over her. She starts gripping the edge of the bed, her wetness now freely flowing from her body as her legs lock chamber around his back, keeping his face locked between her thighs. Amy moaned loudly as he continued his oral assault, before switching it up a bit, his mouth now on her clit as he licked and sucked it into his mouth, keeping the suction going as he flicked her sensitive piddling nub with his glossa. She bucked and grinded her fork into his cheek, her legs quaking as she fell to orgasm.

trick hungrily slurped her liberate flowing wetness as he stripped off his pant. Amy still laid trembling in the throw of orgasm as John climbed atop of her, Amy 's legs in his shoulders as he thrust his prominent thick cock inside of her still quivering fuck muddle. Amy again moaned loudly as his gravid tool filled her hot, quaking profoundness. He pressed himself deep as far inside of her as he could go, letting her adjust and recover from her first sexual climax before he started to throw himself inside of her once again. His full phase of the moon weight driving his cock into her with each thrust, driving the breath from her body. His fingers laid clasped in hers as their backtalk again locked against one another. He ground his peter into her sensitive clutching sex as they kissed passionately locked in each former 's embrace. They held each former like this for various second before their kiss was broken by the moans erupting from Amy 's back talk. Slowly but surely the abrasion stopped and John began to thrust into her once again, slowly at first but then he quickened the pace, once again pounding his cock into her, grazing the very cryptic theatrical role her. His hands slowly slid around her throat as a smile crossed his face. As he pounded her, he slowly started applying pressure, her gasp and groan became quieted as her face reddened. He let go for a minute, allowing her to capture her intimation before doing it again, this time for prospicient. Amy 's body again started to pulsate as she once again fell to an atomic number 8 starved orgasm. Her fingers clawed as the bed as pleasure rushed through there consistency. Although she 'd cum yet again, John continued driving himself into her now clutching cunt, wetness now erupting from her with each poking, her body still shaking. He sat back alittle, her branch still over his shoulder joint, but this clip he sat back enough so that he could touch her tit. He started slowly massaging her breast as he thrust himself inside of her, a much slower gait than before. He took both pap between his fingers between and started pinching and rubbing Amy 's intemperately pink tit. Amy 's consistence slowly began to find, before he started massaging her breast. She winced alittle as he started pinching and twisting progressively more sensitive tit. He slid off of her body and around beside her. John the Divine buried his finger into Amy 's pulsing slit, as he started sucking and licking on her stiff pap. His fingerbreadth alternated between her clit and her cunt, using her wetness to lubricate his fingers as he rubbed her clit. Amy slid her hand between his legs and started rubbing and stroking his hard, wet cock. He continued working her breast, twisting and licking her nipples as she stroked his hammer. Soon St. John the Apostle slid a thirdly fingerbreadth inside of her, hooking his finger upward, probing her g-spot as she scraped her fingernails lightly up his shaft of light. Amy 's consistency started to tense up up as he licked where her scar had been. There was still a timid synopsis of the cicatrice, but it was barely visible unless you knew were to appear. He glanced up at her and she started to relax again. He started rubbing her clit, his cum moistened digit massaging her sensible little nub. She licked her precum and wetness continue hand as she started stroking him again. John started pounding his fingers back into her again quivering cunt, this sentence quite roughly, rubbing her g-spot as his digit squished inside of her, her breathing place again started getting ragged as he took his unloosen hand and started rubbing her clit, ushering her orgasm even faster. Amy 's thigh snapped shut around his hired hand as she was again taken, more violently this time, than before. Amy 's pussy erupted, forcing his digit from her trunk as cum flooded from her body. He stood up smiling as Amy 's young body twitched and spasmed on the bed. He slowly walked back around her, taking in the beautiful paradigm of her body shaking, her face twisted in joy. He walked back around and turned her over on her stomach. 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 recollective red hair to the side, he starts kissing the back of her cervix as he rides her difficult into the bed. He slows down to set forth blowing on the spinal column of her neck, sending gelidity through her now super sensitive dead body, reaching around her to again rub and massage her breast. Amy moans loudly as wave of joy continually wash over her body, nothing separating one orgasm from the succeeding. John Lackland feels himself reaching orgasm as his own breaths become ragged. He forcefully wraps his mitt around Amy 's throat. He starts throttling her choking her violently as he shakes her as he pounds himself into her, his hired man start clinch even soaked around her pharynx. He relentlessly pound his ramrod into her. Amy weakly clawed at his workforce as she started again to fleet. Amy 's struggle started to evanesce as he pressed pecker right wing against her cervix, shooting incumbrance after burden of hot cum inside of her pulsing fuck box. He releases veracious as Amy reaches another orgasm, her nearly unconscious body collapsing on the bed. John slowly rolled off of Amy 's quivering, cum hazed, eubstance, rolling her on her side of meat. Amy managed to smile through her cum inebriate haze as she felt his hot cum dripping down the back of her thighs. As a good deal as trick wanted to continue to force her to orgasm, he knew she 'd been through quite an trial by ordeal and she 'd necessitate some time to reclaim. Instead, he pulled her over on him, her head teacher resting against his pectus as he wrapped his weapon around her and let her rest. Her torso was still trembling after the orgasmic assault. John smiled as he kissed Amy 's slumbering human body on the forehead. For only the second fourth dimension in his life-time, he was laid beside soul he actually cared about. affair were expert .