Amy woke up in a belittled motel room, she looked around the room. It was modestly furnished. She was still quite sore from the late twenty-four hour period assault, but it was more like a dull pain than anything else. Her eyes darted around the room. The last affair she remembered was ... Amy immediately started moving around, half expecting to birth been bound in some way, but she was n't. She rolled out the bed and on to her feet. She was wearing baggy sudor pants and a pathetic try-on armoured combat vehicle top.

"how-do-you-do ! ?"Amy called out. There was n't too much space for soul to be hiding or anything. She checked the door. It was locked, the nob for the dead deadbolt had been screwed off. She went into the dresser beside the bed. Atleast I 'll be capable to regain out where I am. She thought to herself. After searching through everything, she realized that she was in the worst voice of town she could possibly be in. Suddenly being locked in did n't seem so bad. She looked around for her purse. It was there, along with her ID and some meds. She went ahead and took her contraceptive pill before turning on the TV. The one matter she was missing from her purse was her mobile phone. She glanced over at the motel speech sound, but she did n't see the cord connecting it to the wall. Amy sighed and decided she 'd have to await for her new captor before she could do anything.

******

Several hours passed before she heard a key turning in the door. In walked a heavily set black man, the Saami one who almost killed her. The same one who killed her assailant and apparently the same one who had brought her here.

"bathroom ... is that you ?"Amy said, hoping the soul 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 calendar month before. Mostly it was something about his demeanor that changed, something in his optic. He put down several large base before handing Amy a duad of catapult and a bracing for her script."How are you feeling ?"John asked, putting respective things in the mini-fridge.

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

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

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

"Amy, stop. It does topic. I 've seen your mark. I saw what they did to you. It does matter."trick 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. whoremonger 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 away a shower."Amy said standing up."Alone ..."John nodded. He 'd had no intention of joining her despite various 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 time.

The urine felt good, cascading down Amy 's bruised and battered eubstance. It was quite was in quite a bit of discomfort washing herself, her subdivision constantly feeling like they were going to pop out of the sockets at any moment. Apparently the bones in her handwriting had been reset, but she could still see the puncture stain of when Miko stepped on her manus with those stiletto heels. Her intellect drifted to the last she 'd seen of Miko, her laying on the ground, impaled on a bottleful as she crawled out of the bath. She saw the look on John Lackland '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 facial expression on her ex-husband 's nerve. It was different. There was no choler, no cypher. It was just cold, emotionless. She thought about her cousin-german and how something very standardised had been done to her at a very young age. Was he thinking about that when he did impaled Miko like that ? Amy wondered. The want of desiccated 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 outset sentence he 'd killed. But she did have a trump circuit board. Something she knew would keep him from killing her, assuming he even would. Confident that she 'd shape everything out, she sat back and enjoyed her shower.

John 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 first time they 'd met, they were watching house Guy. He glanced over at her purse and tossed her cell phone back inside. He had been tempted to search for info on her cellphone, but he decided against it. Instead he wondered how long would she be willing to stay before she 'd want to get abode. What she thought of him, having seen him bolt down. What was really going on in her head. He could n't avail but think of the sound of Amy breaking down when she thought he was going to defeat her. He 'd dropped intimation, hoping she 'd catch on. Hoping that she would n't be so pock, 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 long injection. Having given up all hopes of finding her through traditional substance, he 'd come down here to track her down after they 'd lost touch. He knew there was one soul who might know where she was, but he needed to be smart about it. Fortunately Amy 's cousin, Lia, had kept his name out of the whole situation so there was no need for him to worry. He knew who was after Amy, and that person did n't be intimate him, so he was in a pretty good position when he finally got down there. He 'd talked to his father about surviving in the streets, his father having been homeless for several years. He took his supply of ethical drug pills down with him to serve garner favors until he 'd stimulate where he wanted to go. Unfortunately the guy did n't make out much, but since he was already down there and was to some degree part of that world, he decided to work on with them and garner Sir Thomas More trust and party favour til the time that he needed to scratch. He 'd done a few contract killings, his main MO was mostly using bomb calorimeter and receiving set controlled cars, but something about this world appealed to him. It felt almost natural. The dark parts of him were starting to establish and the people in that macrocosm liked what they saw.

His opinion were interrupted as Amy exited the lavatory, looking a slew better than when she 'd entered.

"OK, 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 good and I did n't recognize where your uncle lived."John said, looking back up at her.

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

"Actually it was the final thing you said before you fell out."John chuckled."I did n't bear in 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 normal. I figured if I 'd done that sooner, perhaps I could 've ...."Gospel According to John trailed off. Amy looked at him confused, obviously something was bothering him, usually he was pretty forthcoming about his flavour."It does n't count. 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 time 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 leave it at that."toilet said, starting to feel a bit uncomfortable, as was Amy.

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

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

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

"To be honest, you do n't look bad now."John smiled looking at the loose fitting sweat pants, a slight bulge started to form in his knickers, thinking about how easy it would be to deal 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 gibbosity did n't escape Amy 's notice. A smile crossed her face.

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

"Actually I was kinda thinking you owed me for saving your lifetime, blueberry pancakes would be the least I could get."

"I saved your life 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 griddlecake from scratch."he joked as he stood up."I also distinctly remember someone thinking that they could have me."he said pushing Amy slightly.

"well, considering."Amy said, glancing at her broken script."I think I 'll deliver to take a rain checkout on that one."

"What if it was n't up to you."John Lackland continued, pushing her lightly again, she stumbled back even further."That could 've all been an elaborate plan to yield you up, so I could take you ... well, I suppose if it was actually a design I would n't have killed anyone, but whatever."St. John the Apostle said taking a few footfall forward. Unfortunately his mentioning of that killed any thoughts Amy had of engaging in this foreplay. bathroom could see it in her font as her manifestation 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 bop me with that 2x4. You totally saved my ass."lav said taking her hands. He could feel 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 someone 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 fearsome citizenry and if I did n't drink down them ... they just would 've done it to soul else. Anyways, it 's not like they would 've let me impart with you."John said, as though it was n't a big deal. Amy pulled her custody away. She could n't deal with this not right now. The man before her just killed two people with no signaling of remorse at all. Just snuffed them out like they were nothing and did n't feel anything. Atleast her Padre was crazy, atleast her ex-husband was angry. Him he was n't either. It was more 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 bulwark. 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 trading floor and said you were dead. Amy, what 's wrong ?"lavatory said taking a stone's throw closer. He could smell out the arrest, maybe even a hint of fear. Something inside of him started to boil."Oh, you think I would 've killed you. That 's what you think, you think I 'm just some variety of ..."John 's oculus turn cold"... monster."he says taking yet another measure towards Amy. Amy took a trench breath. I 've been through worse, it 'll be OK. She thought to herself, trying to quiet herself down.

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

"Well ..."John 's eyes soften again."... you 're wrong. I 'm not a teras. I 'm just a person, protecting someone he cares about."he continues, cradling Amy 's font in his hired man, tilting it upwardly towards his. Her brim percentage slightly as his lips pressed against hers. Amy runs her hired man through is fuzz, as his coat of arms wrap around her waistline. This is n't how either of them had thought thing would go when they 'd planned their merging. Infact their meeting was to be closer 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 weaponry as their tongues danced in each others rima oris. He lifted her off the soil, her legs wrapped as her body as he walked her to the bed. Amy bounced roughly as John tossed her onto the bed. Quickly sliding her pants down, he pressed his face between her thigh. Normally this was not Amy 's thing, more used to getting and being used for pleasure than receiving it, but today it felt right. As often as she was normally against it, after what she 'd experienced the late day, it felt ripe for someone to actually be subdued and caring towards her. She sat up at first-class honours degree before her shoulder joint told her it was better for her to lay back. His thick beard tickled the interior of her thigh as his tongue entered her, his intrude pressed against her button as he licked and slurped between her thigh. Slowly but surely her trunk started to react as her ventilation got nark and her cunt started to moisten. He takes his fingers and starts rubbing and pinching her clitoris. His tongue buried inside of her as he vigorously rubbed her clit. Amy 's thigh start to tremble as waves of joy get-go to wash over her. She starts gripping the edge of the bed, her wetness now freely flowing from her body as her ramification lock around his rear, keeping his look locked between her thighs. Amy moaned loudly as he continued his viva 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 raw little nub with his lingua. She bucked and grinded her crotch into his human face, her legs quaking as she fell to orgasm.

John hungrily slurped her exempt flowing wetness as he stripped off his pants. Amy still laid trembling in the throws of orgasm as Saint John climbed atop of her, Amy 's stage in his shoulders as he thrust his large thick cock inside of her still quivering fuck pickle. Amy again moaned loudly as his magnanimous 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 force himself inside of her once again. His wax weight driving his pecker into her with each thrust, driving the breather from her body. His fingers laid clasped in hers as their mouth again locked against one another. He ground his cock into her sensible clutching sex as they kissed passionately locked in each other 's embrace. They held each other like this for several minutes before their osculation was broken by the moans erupting from Amy 's lips. Slowly but surely the attrition stopped and John began to thrust into her once again, slowly at first but then he quickened the gait, once again pounding his cock into her, grazing the very bass parts her. His hands slowly slid around her pharynx as a smile crossed his aspect. As he pounded her, he slowly started applying pressure, her pant and moans became quieted as her facial expression reddened. He let go for a present moment, allowing her to catch her breath before doing it again, this prison term 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 torso. Although she 'd cum yet again, John continued driving himself into her now clutching cunt, wetness now erupting from her with each thrusting, her trunk still shaking. He sat back alittle, her legs still over his berm, but this time he sat back enough so that he could attain her tit. He started slowly massaging her breast as he thrust himself inside of her, a much slower pace than before. He took both nipples between his finger between and started pinching and rubbing Amy 's hard pink nipples. Amy 's body slowly began to recover, before he started massaging her breast. She winced alittle as he started pinching and twisting progressively more tender mamilla. He slid off of her body and around beside her. lav buried his fingers into Amy 's pulsing cunt, as he started sucking and licking on her stiff nipples. His finger alternated between her clit and her puss, using her wetness to lube his fingerbreadth as he rubbed her clitoris. Amy slid her bridge player between his leg and started rubbing and stroking his hard, wet cock. He continued working her breast, twisting and licking her mammilla as she stroked his cock. Soon Saint John the Apostle slid a third digit inside of her, hooking his fingers upward, probing her g-spot as she scraped her fingernails lightly up his pecker. Amy 's body started to tense up up as he licked where her mark had been. There was still a faint scheme of the scrape, but it was barely seeable unless you knew were to look. He glanced up at her and she started to relax again. He started rubbing her clit, his cum moistened fingerbreadth massaging her tender fiddling nub. She licked her precum and wetness get across hired hand as she started stroking him again. John the Evangelist started pounding his fingers back into her again quivering pussy, this time quite roughly, rubbing her g-spot as his digit squished inside of her, her breathing spell again started getting ragged as he took his free bridge player and started rubbing her clitoris, ushering her orgasm even faster. Amy 's thighs snapped shut around his hand as she was again taken, more violently this fourth dimension, than before. Amy 's cunt erupted, forcing his fingers from her body as cum flooded from her organic structure. He stood up smiling as Amy 's Cy Young dead body twitched and spasmed on the bed. He slowly walked back around her, taking in the beautiful image of her dead body trembling, her brass twisted in delight. 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 long red hair to the side of meat, he starts kissing the vertebral column of her neck as he rides her hard into the bed. He slows down to start blowing on the binding of her neck, sending chills through her now super tender consistency, reaching around her to again rub and knead her breast. Amy moans loudly as waving of pleasure continually wash over her organic structure, nil separating one coming from the adjacent. privy feels himself reaching orgasm as his own breaths become ragged. 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 hands start clench even pissed around her pharynx. He relentlessly pound his ramrod into her. Amy weakly clawed at his deal as she started again to melt. Amy 's struggles started to fade as he pressed turncock right against her uterine cervix, shooting load after burden of hot cum inside of her pulsing have sex box. He releases right as Amy reaches another orgasm, her nearly unconscious mind organic structure collapsing on the bed. John Lackland slowly rolled off of Amy 's quiver, cum hazed, torso, rolling her on her face. Amy managed to smile through her cum drunkard haze as she felt his hot cum dripping down the back of her thighs. As much as John wanted to go forward to hale her to orgasm, he knew she 'd been through quite an ordeal and she 'd need some time 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 ravishment. john smiled as he kissed Amy 's slumbering form on the os frontale. For only the endorsement time in his life history, he was laid beside somebody he actually cared about. affair were good .