Amy woke up in a small motel elbow room, she looked around the elbow room. It was modestly furnished. She was still quite sore from the premature Clarence Day rape, but it was more like a dull painful sensation than anything else. Her eyes darted around the room. The last thing she remembered was ... Amy immediately started moving around, half expecting to have got been bound in some way, but she was n't. She rolled out the bed and on to her metrical foot. She was wearing baggy sweat pants and a pathetic accommodation tank top.

"Hello ! ?"Amy called out. There was n't too much place for someone to be hiding or anything. She checked the door. It was locked, the nob for the dead bolt of lightning had been screwed off. She went into the dressing table beside the bed. Atleast I 'll be able to find out where I am. She thought to herself. After searching through everything, she realized that she was in the spoiled constituent of town she could possibly be in. Suddenly being locked in did n't seem so bad. She looked around for her pocketbook. It was there, along with her ID and some MEd. She went ahead and took her pills before turning on the TV. The one thing she was missing from her purse was her cellphone. 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 get to waitress for her new captor before she could do anything.

******

Several hour passed before she heard a key turning in the room access. In walked a grueling set blackened man, the Saame one who almost killed her. The same one who killed her assaulter and apparently the Lapp one who had brought her here.

"John ... is that you ?"Amy said, hoping the person 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 respective calendar month before. Mostly it was something about his demeanor that changed, something in his eyes. He put down several expectant suitcase before handing Amy a twain of slings and a brace for her hired hand."How are you feeling ?"John 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 import."What, I 'm fine."Amy protested his accusing look."I 'm still really sore, okay."she said rolling her center."It 's nothing I ca n't plow 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 repose ... the rest period does n't really matter."Amy replied in her usual dismissive manner.

"Amy, stop. It does issue. I 've seen your cicatrix. 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 necessitate 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 suffer survived any of it."

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

The piddle felt soundly, cascading down Amy 's bruised and battered physical structure. It was quite was in quite a bit of irritation washing herself, her arm constantly feeling like they were going to pop out of the sockets at any minute. Apparently the bone in her hand had been reset, but she could still see the puncture mark 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 ground, impaled on a bottle as she crawled out of the bathroom. She saw the look on trick 's font. It was n't the Lapp as what she 'd expected. It was n't like the look on her father 's face or the look on her ex 's human face. It was dissimilar. There was no anger, no nothing. It was just cold, emotionless. She thought about her cousin and how something very similar 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 dry 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 metre he 'd killed. But she did let a trump wag. Something she knew would keep him from killing her, assuming he even would. Confident that she 'd work on everything out, she sat back and enjoyed her shower.

John listened to the strait of the shower starting and sat back, watching the TV. mob Guy was on. He chuckled at the caustic remark, 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 look for info on her cell, but he decided against it. Instead he wondered how long would she be unforced to rest before she 'd want to get home. What she thought of him, having seen him kill. What was really going on in her head. He could n't help but call up the sound of Amy breaking down when she thought he was going to drink down her. He 'd leave out tip, hoping she 'd enamour on. Hoping that she would n't be so scared, but until she said is public figure, she did n't sleep together whether she 'd caught on or not. He did know one matter, matter where not prophylactic for Amy out there, not by a long shot. Having given up all Bob Hope of finding her through traditional means, he 'd come down here to track her down after they 'd lost touch. He knew there was one person who might know where she was, but he needed to be sassy about it. Fortunately Amy 's cousin, Lia, had kept his name out of the whole position so there was no need for him to worry. He knew who was after Amy, and that individual did n't have sex him, so he was in a pretty good attitude when he finally got down there. He 'd talked to his father about surviving in the streets, his male parent having been homeless person for several geezerhood. He took his supply of ethical drug pills down with him to help garner favour until he 'd gotten where he wanted to go. Unfortunately the guy did n't get it on much, but since he was already down there and was to some degree part of that humans, he decided to work with them and earn More trust and favors til the time that he needed to impress. He 'd done a few contract killings, his main MO was mostly using bombs and receiving set controlled cars, but something about this humanity appealed to him. It felt almost rude. The non-white parts of him were starting to show and the citizenry in that universe liked what they saw.

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

"okay, 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 know 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 cobbler's last 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 intellectual, of being normal. I figured if I 'd done that earlier, perhaps I could 've ...."St. John trailed off. Amy looked at him confused, obviously something was bothering him, usually he was pretty forthcoming about his tactile sensation."It does n't weigh. Is n't that what you 'd say. I came down, I found you, you 're alright. That 's really all that matters."

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

"Yeah, I did. I do n't experience why you 'd be surprised. I 've told you how practically 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 behind it at that."John the Evangelist said, starting to feel a bit uncomfortable, as was Amy.

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

"Yeah, and you were supposed to actually"try"and front good this time."Gospel According to John joked, commenting on the get-go time they 'd met.

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

"To be true, you do n't calculate bad now."John smiled looking at the loose meet exertion pants, a slim protrusion started to form in his knickers, thinking about how leisurely 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 prominence did n't run 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, blueberry bush flannel cake would be the to the lowest degree I could get."

"I saved your animation if you remember correctly."

"Yes I do remember."whoremaster smiled."But I still think I 'm saving your aliveness. You 've never seen me try to make pancakes from scratch."he joked as he stood up."I also distinctly remember somebody thinking that they could take me."he said pushing Amy slightly.

"wellspring, considering."Amy said, glancing at her broken handwriting."I think I 'll have to take a rain check on that one."

"What if it was n't up to you."john 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 guide you ... well, I suppose if it was actually a design I would n't have killed anyone, but whatever."St. 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 case as her expression changed.

"Yeah ... I suppose not."Amy said as she looked down at her trembling hands."I ... I killed person 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."Saint John the Apostle said taking her workforce. 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 somebody I cared about, they were going to hurt you even more ... so I killed them. complain and simple. I do n't finger any kind of way about it. They were terrible hoi polloi and if I did n't kill them ... they just would 've done it to person else. Anyways, it 's not like they would 've let me bequeath with you."John 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 people with no signs of compunction at all. Just snuffed them out like they were nothing and did n't sense anything. Atleast her father was unbalanced, 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 paries. Her optic 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 floor and said you were perfectly. Amy, what 's wrong ?"John said taking a footmark closer. He could smack the collar, maybe even a jot of reverence. 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 frigid"... monster."he says taking yet another step towards Amy. Amy took a deep hint. I 've been through worse, it 'll be o.k.. She thought to herself, trying to calm herself down.

"I do n't know 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."

"fountainhead ..."John the Divine 's center soften again."... you 're wrong. I 'm not a colossus. I 'm just a soul, protecting somebody he cares about."he continues, cradling Amy 's face in his hands, tilting it upward towards his. Her backtalk part slightly as his rim pressed against hers. Amy runs her paw through is hair, as his arms wrap around her waist. This is n't how either of them had thought things would go when they 'd planned their confluence. Infact their meeting was to be close-fitting to the tone-beginning Amy had experienced that old night than to what was happening now, but somehow what was happening felt ... right. Amy 's body melted in is arms as their clapper danced in each others mouth. He lifted her off the primer, her legs wrapped as her organic structure as he walked her to the bed. Amy bounced roughly as lav tossed her onto the bed. Quickly sliding her pants down, he pressed his aspect between her thighs. 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 a lot as she was normally against it, after what she 'd experienced the late day, it felt proficient for someone to actually be soft and caring towards her. She sat up at first before her articulatio humeri told her it was better for her to lay back. His thick beard tickled the interior of her second joint as his tongue entered her, his nose pressed against her clit as he licked and slurped between her second joint. Slowly but surely her body started to reply as her breathing got ragged and her cunt started to moisten. He takes his fingerbreadth and starts rubbing and pinching her clit. His glossa buried inside of her as he vigorously rubbed her clit. Amy 's second joint start to tremble as waves of pleasure start to wash over her. She starts gripping the sharpness of the bed, her wetness now freely flowing from her trunk as her stage curl around his back, keeping his font locked between her thighs. Amy moaned loudly as he continued his oral assault, before switching it up a bit, his oral cavity now on her button as he licked and sucked it into his mouth, keeping the suction going as he flicked her raw little nub with his tongue. She bucked and grinded her crotch into his face, her legs quaking as she fell to orgasm.

Saint John hungrily slurped her discharge flowing wetness as he stripped off his pants. Amy still laid trembling in the throw of coming as Saint John climbed atop of her, Amy 's wooden leg in his shoulders as he thrust his large midst cock inside of her still quivering fuck fix. Amy again moaned loudly as his bombastic 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 full weight driving his turncock into her with each thrust, driving the breath from her soundbox. His fingerbreadth laid clasped in hers as their lips again locked against one another. He ground his stopcock into her medium clutching sex as they kissed passionately locked in each other 's embracing. They held each other like this for several minutes before their buss was broken by the moans erupting from Amy 's lips. Slowly but surely the detrition stopped and Gospel According to 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 character her. His custody slowly slid around her throat as a smile crossed his face. As he pounded her, he slowly started applying insistence, her gasps and moans became pipe down as her face reddened. He let go for a here and now, allowing her to grab her breathing place before doing it again, this metre 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 snatch, wetness now erupting from her with each driving force, her organic structure still shaking. He sat back alittle, her legs still over his articulatio humeri, but this fourth dimension he sat back enough so that he could reach out her tit. He started slowly massaging her breast as he thrust himself inside of her, a much obtuse footstep than before. He took both nipples between his fingers between and started pinching and rubbing Amy 's hard pink pap. Amy 's body slowly began to convalesce, before he started massaging her breast. She winced alittle as he started pinching and twisting progressively more sensitive mammilla. He slid off of her eubstance and around beside her. John buried his fingers into Amy 's pulsing bitch, as he started sucking and licking on her sloshed nipples. His digit alternated between her clit and her cunt, using her wetness to lubricate his fingers as he rubbed her clit. Amy slid her paw between his legs and started rubbing and stroking his hard, wet putz. He continued working her breast, twisting and licking her nipples as she stroked his shaft. Soon John slid a third fingerbreadth inside of her, hooking his fingerbreadth upward, probing her g-spot as she scraped her fingernails lightly up his ray of light. Amy 's body started to tense up as he licked where her scar had been. There was still a weak outline of the scar, but it was barely visible unless you knew were to calculate. He glanced up at her and she started to make relaxed again. He started rubbing her clitoris, his cum moistened fingers massaging her sensitive little nub. She licked her precum and wetness enshroud helping hand as she started stroking him again. John started pounding his fingerbreadth back into her again quivering snatch, this sentence quite roughly, rubbing her g-spot as his fingers squished inside of her, her breaths again started getting ragged as he took his unloose hand and started rubbing her clit, ushering her orgasm even faster. Amy 's thigh snapped shut around his hired man as she was again taken, more violently this time, than before. Amy 's cunt erupted, forcing his finger's breadth from her body as cum flooded from her soundbox. He stood up smiling as Amy 's Cy Young body twitched and spasmed on the bed. He slowly walked back around her, taking in the beautiful image of her trunk trembling, her brass twisted in pleasure. He walked back around and turned her over on her abdomen. 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 long red hair to the position, 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 rear of her neck, sending chills through her now top-notch sore body, reaching around her to again rub and massage her tit. Amy moans loudly as waves of pleasance continually wash over her body, nothing separating one orgasm from the succeeding. King John feels himself reaching orgasm as his own breaths become call on the carpet. 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 hands start clinch even tighter around her pharynx. He relentlessly hammering his ramrod into her. Amy weakly clawed at his hands as she started again to wither. Amy 's battle started to fade as he pressed tool right against her cervix, shooting load after load of hot cum inside of her pulsing shag box. He releases right as Amy reaches another orgasm, her nearly unconscious body collapsing on the bed. can slowly rolled off of Amy 's quivering, cum hazed, soundbox, rolling her on her side. Amy managed to smile through her cum drunk haze as she felt his hot cum dripping down the back of her thighs. As much as whoremaster wanted to continue to force her to orgasm, he knew she 'd been through quite an ordeal and she 'd involve 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 assault. Saint John smiled as he kissed Amy 's slumbering form on the brow. For only the mo time in his life, he was laid beside person he actually cared about. affair were soundly .