SHADOWS IN THE DARK

Damian Sanders was not the kind of man you wanted as an enemy. At 6.3 and weighing in at 280 pounds he stood an impressive exhibit of man hood. His broad muscular shoulders were probably the first thing you would notice about Damian as he appeared on the visual horizon. His two arms which always seemed to be on display rippled with the kind of muscular definition one would expect from a world class body builder.

Someone once described Damian as 280 pounds of moving muscle. Everyone seemed to agree with this description and generally moved out of his way when they saw Damian approaching. People were usually caught off guard when this powerfully built giant of a man stopped in his track s to give way to the elderly, children and women especially.

Damian was known as the gentle giant because he went out of his way to be courteous to those considered to be weak. He volunteered at the local senior citizen’s home and faithfully served as a deacon in the largest church in the community. He was what might be called a model citizen until a tragedy occurred that changed the man and transformed him into someone unrecognized by a community that had grown to love him.

A tropical storm was approaching the island and everyone was in the preparation mode. Storms were becoming more frequent and their severity was causing great hardships in Barbados and all the other Caribbean countries. Tomas had sneaked up on the island and giving islanders just a few hours to prepare for the onslaught.

The meteorological office had been caught off guard by the speed at which the tropical depression developed into a storm. By the time the alarm had been sounded Tomas was already creeping toward the shores of the island.

The night Tomas came ashore proved to be a turning point in a small fishing village at Oistins and in the life of Damian the gentle giant. Damian had been working in the eastern section of the island and had stopped to give some assistance at the senior citizen home where he volunteered before going home.

Homecoming for Damian that night was doubly unpleasant. In the pre-storm drama some fools made the worst mistake of their lives by breaking into Damian’s home. It was bad enough that they violated the sanctity of the giant’s home. That may have been forgivable but the act of violating Veronese was a matter on a totally different scale.

Damian’s cry of anguish pierced the stillness of the night driving fear into the hearts of every one close enough to hear his lament of sorrow. Damian stood on the street outside his home with Veronese cradled in his arms like a broken doll that had been used, abused and then discarded with contempt.

“She is hardly breathing. Somebody please help me.”

The giant’s screams became louder and louder creating a near panic in the community. That was when the thunder, lightning, and rain began. The gentle giant moved from door to door begging and beseeching the occupants for help. The howling winds which had preceded the thunder, lightning, and rain created a cacophony which effectively drowned out the giants voice.

The giant made his way up the street knocking on every door and receiving the same silent reception from the frightened occupants. Darkness settled over the island as the electricity company started shutting down its power grids leaving Damian alone in the blackness of the night.

“Oh god, please help me. I don’t want her to die.”

The gods, maybe deafened by a clap of thunder that shook the very foundations of the island granted Damian no relief from his dilemma. If anything the gods added to Damian’s misery by sending a utility pole crashing down a few feet from where he stood still carrying Veronese. Totally oblivious to his danger, Damian stepped into the street and into the path a sheet of zinc roofing material that had been ripped from the rooftop of one of his neighbors.

The impact of the sheet of zinc was enough to shake his mighty frame causing him to stumble a few paces. Damian braced himself and turned towards his house as another object smashed into his mighty frame this time knocking him off his feet. He tried his best to maintain his hold of Veronese but she slipped from his grasp falling to the street.

Another sheet of zinc roofing material struck him. He had been lucky the first time to have been struck by the centre of the sheet of zinc. His luck ran out the second time around as he felt the thin sharp edge of the material slice into the flesh of his arm. Damian cried out in pain as he groped in the darkness trying to find Veronese.

He was a man of great strength but he was no match for the elements. The howling winds were beginning to exert sufficient pressure against him to convince him to retreat to his house. Another object smash into his body but he was able to withstand the impact. It was a branch from one the many coconut trees in the area.

With his home in sight Damian made a mad dash for the door hoping to make it to the safety of his house without further incident. Damian’s luck ran out just feet from his door. He heard the cracking sound but in the darkness he failed to see the trunk of an uprooted tree falling towards his house. A heavy object struck Damian across his head knocking him to the ground for a second time.

Fear overtook him as he felt a heavy weight pressing him down to the ground. He tried to shift the weight but even in the darkness he knew he was in deep trouble. He was pinned under a huge tree that had fallen onto the roof of his home. He reached out in the darkness searching with his free hand, trying to feel for the body of Veronese.

His reach extended a few inches beyond where he had fallen. He knew that she was close to him but he had fallen on his back and one hand was now pinned under his body. Veronese was probably on the other side of his body.

She had looked so weak and lifeless when he entered the house and found her naked on the floor. With a storm on its way there was little hope of getting an ambulance to collect her. He knew he would have had to ask one of his neighbors with transportation to assist him. It was a long shot with a storm brewing but he had no choice.

Damian had not anticipated the coldness he had received from his neighbors. These were people he had helped on numerous occasions. As a builder and a man generally gifted with his hands he was always in the homes of his neighbors fixing things. Much of the work he did in his neighbourhood was free. It was his way of giving back something to his community.

He had never asked much of his community but in his moment of need they had turned their backs on him. He felt as though he had been betrayed by a community that he had grown to love. He was not a vindictive man but for the first time in his life Damian felt a darkness growing in his heart.

He had been left alone to deal with his tragedy and now he feared for the worst. He was trapped under a tree with Veronese who seemed to be holding on to life by a slender thread. Someone in the community had been the catalyst for this crisis and for once in his life Damian felt the bitter roots of hatred extending their tentacles throughout his spirit.

Like Darth Vader, the villain of his favorite movie Star Wars, he felt the pull of the dark side and succumbed to its power. A crime had been committed against him and the woman he loved and he intended to make those responsible pay in the worst possible way.

His neighbors may not have been the perpetrators of the dastardly deed but they shared in the guilt for not coming to his aid when he needed them. People were going to pay for their deeds and he was going to make sure of it. He had long since abandoned the use of certain abilities which he possessed since his youth. Unlike the others in his family Damian tried to lead a normal life but he always knew there was something asleep inside of him.

His mother had told him stories about a pact made by his maternal grandfather which brought protection and special abilities to all their bloodline. As a youth he had seen some strange and frightening things in his household. Shadowy figures roamed their home at night sometimes creating macabre movie silhouettes on the wall which both fascinated and scarred the shit out of him as a boy.

His younger sister Sarah-Lee had immersed herself in the mystery that surrounded them and had developed abilities which literally made him afraid of her. Sarah –Lee could read his thoughts as easily as she read all those strange books with equally strange titles. He could never erase from his memory the sight of his little sister floating in midair above her bed and talking to him as though it was the most natural thing in the world.

He had never seen Sarah Lee use her abilities in a bad way but there was a side to his sister that he did not trust. She did not like to be crossed and unlike him, Sarah-Lee had a very vindictive spirit. She had just returned to the island from Haiti and for once Damian was actually looking forward to seeing his sister.

“You need to move from where you are or you both will drown.”

Finally someone had come to his assistance. His neighbors had taken their time but they were finally responding. He waited for a few moments expecting to feel a comforting hand on his shoulder assuring him that he would be freed from under the tree and taken to a place where he and Veronese would get the help they needed.

No human hand touched his shoulder neither was there any attempt to lift the heavy branch than pinned his body beneath the fallen tree. His body was half submerged in the rising water caused by the heavy rainfall. The voice was right. Oistins was prone to flooding. His thoughts went to Veronese. He could not be certain how she had fallen. In her weaken state she would not be able to move her head much.

“Don’t fight who you are Damian. Use what is within you and free yourself.”

There was no mistake this time. He was hearing a voice but it was not the voice of any of his neighbors.

“Push against the branch Damian. You can move it.”

Sarah-Lee had lectured him in the past about the untapped potential of the human mind. She was adamant that each human being possessed god like abilities which needed to be awakened. After seeing some of the strange stuff she did, he was inclined to agree with her.

He remembered a time he had tried to move Sarah-Lee from a spot where she was standing. He had exerted himself to the point of exhaustion without moving Sarah-Lee an inch. It was one of those inexplicable phenomena that gave weight to all the things his sister had been telling him through the years.

Damian placed his hand on the branch which covered his body and pushed against it. He was attempting the impossible. The pressure being exerted against his body by the tree was more than any human being could counter. His belief system started collapsing as the branch slowly stated to move in an upward direction away from his body.

The laws of physics were being violated. He had somehow managed to counteract a force much greater than his all the force he possessed within his body. Once the process started it just got easier. Damian raised himself to a kneeling position and pushed the branch up and away from his body.

It was hard for him to comprehend the magnitude of his deed but he was certain that he had just lifted and entire tree and had pushed it back in the direction from which it had fallen. Confirmation came to his consciousness when he heard the sound of the tree crashing down on the house across the street. A little retribution had already been served.

He had been right about Veronese. She had fallen on the side of his body that had been pinned by the tree. He gathered her in his arms and retreated to the semi safety of his damaged house. With Veronese lying face down across his shoulder, Damian entered the bedroom and stripped the bed of the sheets and blanket.

He removed the tattered wet clothing Veronese was wearing and wrapped the sheet around her naked body. Her lifted her once again and headed for the safety of the bathroom. With a part of his roof already gone Damian stripped and covered their naked bodies with the sheets and blanket and waited for the storm to pass.

When Damian’s strength gave way and sleep finally seduced him his dreams were almost as terrifying as his reality. Faceless forms entered the bathroom overpowering him and snatching the motionless and naked body of Veronese from his loving grasp. He tried to fight them off but a general feeling of paralysis prevented him from moving his arms or legs.

Damian tried to scream but no sound escaped his lips. In his totally helpless state he watched the faceless forms lay Veronese’s naked body on the floor. One after the other they took their turn with her. He watch in terror as those huge cock plunged in and out of Veronese’s tight pussy stretching her and filling her in a way that he never could.

They were all over her, with their claw like fingers and serpentine tongues groping and licking every inch of her naked body. Veronese came to life and started to scream but her screams were all wrong. There was no terror in her screams. What he heard was the sound of a woman being pleasured far beyond her wildest imagination.

Veronese arched her back as she spread her legs exposing her over stimulated pussy to a slimy long tongue that was penetrating her and elevating her to a realm of ecstasy which seem to be so intense that she no longer had any control over her body.

Veronese was reaching out taking hold of those huge cock, stroking them licking them and taking them in every hole in her body. She was on top of one lowering her excited cunt down on a cock that looked twice the size of his and he was 10 inches at his hardest. Veronese reached behind her taking another huge cock in her hand and guided it to the well lubricated hole of her ass.

As the huge cock entered Veronese’s ass she reached for a third and opened her mouth as wide as she could, slowly covering it with her hot lips. Her moans of pleasure tortured Damian who had never been able to give her an orgasm. And even if he had been able to get Veronese off this was nothing he could compete with.

Veronese was in a zone he never thought she could enter. His quiet, demure, soft spoken wife had been transformed into a filthy little slut by these creatures whom he silently cursed in his helpless state.

“Oh fuck me harder. Fill me up with your huge cock.”

Veronese had never spoken like this when he fucked her. She was the silent type who had never given him any instruction about what to do and certainly she had never screamed like that begging him to fuck her.

“Harder, oh god, fuck me harder and make me cum.”

The faceless forms rammed their cocks into Veronese’s cunt, ass, and mouth while she stroked the other two with her hands. There was a mighty roar like that of a wild beast that had just tasted the blood of its favorite victim. The faceless form whose cock was sliding in and out Veronese’s mouth stepped back as he exploded shooting a river of white jism all over Veronese’s face and breasts.

Another stepped up to take his place forcing his huge cock into Veronese’s oral cavity. Damian wondered what had gotten into Veronese to make her behave in this way. This was not the woman he had been married to for seven years. The woman being gang fucked was a total slut who was enjoying servicing all those huge cock. The look on Veronese’s face told the story of complete enjoyment.

“Yes, yes, yes. I am cumming. Oh fucking Christ. I am cumming, I am cumming. Drive those cocks in my ass and cunt. It feels so fucking good.” Damian could not believe his ears or his eyes. He was watching his beloved wife raising herself completely over a cock that must have been at least fifteen inches then without missing a beat she was forcing her cunt down of the huge cock impaling herself on this fleshy sword.

He watched the huge cock part Veronese’s cunt lips and disappear deep within her. When Damian fucked Veronese he was always afraid that he might be hurting her so he fucked her as gently as he could. Maybe that was a mistake. Here was Veronese being fucked by several huge cocks and she was begging to be fucked wildly and very hard.

When her orgasm came Veronese started pulling the hair on her head as she screamed and shouted curses some of which Damian had never heard in his life. Her voice sounded different at times as she screamed at the top of her voice. It was like Veronese was carrying on an obscene conversation with several persons all of whom were using her vocal chords.

Damian wanted to scream. He wanted it all to stop. This was too much for his rational mind to process. Maybe he was dreaming and if so he would will himself to wake up to stop the awful vision he was having. The paralysis seemed to be gone and he could feel his body moving freely once again.

Consciousness resurfaced in Damian’s mind making him more aware of his surroundings. He could feel sweat pouring from his body which was in motion. At first he could not understand what he was doing but it finally dawned on him just what his body movements meant. Damian was kneeling on the bathroom floor and he was ramming his hard cock into Veronese’s unprotected ass hole. Just how long he had been at it was uncertain but he felt his cock begin to contract as he unloaded his sperm up Veronese’s ass channel.

Damian pulled his cock out his wife’s ass and collapsed on the floor beside her. How could he have done this to her in her weakened state? He grabbed the blanket and covered their bodies. Strange forces were working around him tonight. He stuffed some clothes under the door to prevent any water from seeping onto the floor which would be their bed for the rest of the night.

Damian cursed the darkness as he attempted to make his wife as comfortable as he could under the circumstances. He was uncertain about the time but he knew daybreak would come in a few hours. Darkness was not his friend. Too many bad things had already happened in the darkness.

He propped himself up against the wall in a slightly uncomfortable position. He did not want to go back to sleep again. He was afraid of his dreams and what he was capable of doing to Veronese if sleep seduced him again. Damian stared into the darkness and prayed for the new day to break.

Dark thoughts filled Damian’s mind as he sat on his bathroom floor trying his best to stay awake. There were moments when he felt himself drifting off to sleep but his fears kept him awake. The wind and the rain had abated signalling that the worst had past. He was thankful that Tomas was no hurricane. Had it been a hurricane the stillness of the night would simply have been a harbinger of probably worse things to come.

Judging by what he had seen earlier in the night things would look bad when the day finally broke. They had been some loud noises throughout the night. He guessed that a number of utilities poles had fallen and smashed into houses lining the street. He was certain that he would not be the only one wailing when the sun rose over Oistins.

His mind went back to the strange voice he had heard while pinned under the tree. It had taken him hours to figure it out but there was no doubt in his mind now. The voice was that of his sister Sarah-Lee. She had come to his assistance when everyone else had turned their back on him.

Someone had once called Sarah-Lee an evil witch and Damian had been inclined to accept a part of the description. He showed his displeasure about the evil part by knocking the man flat on his back. Being far more prudent in action than in speech the man had wisely stayed knocked down until Damian had departed the area,

Sarah-Lee had a knack for knowing when he was in difficulty and would arrive like the proverbial cavalry to save the day. He had lost count the number of times she has literally saved his ass from all kinds of difficulties. It was ironic because he was older and way bigger than she was but Sarah-Lee always ended up saving his butt.

She had tried to explain it once to him using the analogy of the internet. Sarah-Lee was convinced that there were energy forces interacting with humanity that connected brain to brain like the internet. Once people learned how to link up with these energy forces is was a simple matter of communicating with other minds without the complication of human speech.

Telepathy was a highly scientific concept to Sarah-Lee. It was not some dark, mysterious, arcane practice reserved for the most evolved of the species. Each human being had the potential to communicate via telepathy but most never would develop the ability because they lacked self awareness.

His experience with the tree had reframed his thinking somewhat. He was of the opinion that special abilities came with a price attached which he did not want to pay. The ease with which he had lifted the tree weakened his resolve to the point where he now wanted to know a whole lot more about his sister’s belief system.

He could not deny that he had felt a surge of energy circulating inside him just before he tossed the tree on top of his neighbour’s house. Veronese was breathing more easily and had woken up a few times after his dream. She even reached between his legs and squeezed his cock before drifting back off to sleep.

When he came in Veronese’s ass he felt as though there was a great release of energy from him into her. Sarah-Lee was of the opinion that sexuality was a wonderful doorway to effect healing. She had also warned him that it was a powerful way to drain a person’s energy as well.

Maybe he had injected a burst of healing energy into Veronese’s body while he was fucking her in the ass. A new world seemed to be opening before his feet and Damian was beginning to feel like a child let loose in a toy store. Sarah-Lee would help him make sense of everything that had happened so far but more importantly she would help him even the score with those responsible for the crisis he was now facing.

It was October in Barbados when daybreak came around 5:30 but the sun seems almost reluctant to start its diurnal trip across the sky. The first rays of sunlight were just becoming visible when Damian was startled from his half awake state. Veronese opened her eyes and looked at him silently wondering along with him who was knocking on their door so early in the morning.

Before Damian could move he heard his door opened and the sound of footsteps walking towards the bathroom.

“Are you awake big brother?”

Damian knew that his sister would have come to check up on him. Sometimes she fussed over him like a protective mother hen. He breathed a sigh of relief as she pushed the door and entered the bath room.

“How is she brother?”

Damian looked down at Veronese who seemed more asleep than awake.

“It is hard to say right now. Last night she looked quite knocked up when I found her but during the night her strength seemed to have returned.”

Sarah- Lee knelt beside Veronese slowly unwrapping the blanket that covered her naked body. Damian got to his feet forgetting that his state was similar to that of Veronese. Sarah-Lee’s eyes traveled up his legs and came to rest at his crotch. She licked her lips seductively while opening her legs wide enough for Damian to see the nothingness of the panty she was wearing.

This was one of the things that made Damian so very uncomfortable around his little sister. She was so carefree and sensual often teasing him to the point where he would be force to retreat to the privacy of his bedroom or bathroom to relieve the sexual pressure she had created in his body.

He could see strands of pubic hair sticking out the side of the material that just barely covered the crack of Sarah-Lee’s pussy. He had lost count of the number of times she had accidentally managed to display her naked pussy to his curious gaze. He was ashamed of the way Sarah-Lee’s large breasts and pussy invaded his fantasy life as a young man. This had been one of the main reasons why he had tried to put some distance between them.

Sarah-Lee had some kind of hypnotic control over him that made him very weak in her presence. As he stood gazing at Sarah- Lee’s crotch she reached out her hand gently grazing his erect cock. Sarah-Lee pointed to a bag she had placed on the bathroom counter.

“She has some bruises on her body but nothing seems to be broken.”

Damian watched as his sister hiked up her short skirt giving him a much better view of her crotch than he cared for under the circumstances. Sarah-Lee straddled Veronese’s body and started applying the contents of a pouch to the bruises on Veronese’s face and chest.

“Some of these bruises were made with a whip of some kind.”

“Jesus Christ!”

It was hard for Damian to fathom the reality of someone entering his home and beating his wife with a whip. He folded his fist and punched the wall seeking to release some of the anger which was now at a boiling point. A sharp pain shot up his arm and settled in the region of his shoulder.

Sarah-Lee jumped up from the floor and came to his assistance. She took his arm and twisted it with a force that took Damian by surprise. There was a cracking sound as the bones in his shoulders moved slightly relieving the pain he was feeling in his arm and shoulder.

Damian felt her leg brush against his hard cock which was now sticking out in front of him. He was glad that Veronese was still a little groggy and still appeared to be more asleep than awake. How would he explain the hardness of his cock and his nakedness in his sister’s presence?

Sarah-Lee pressed her body closer to his forcing his cock against the softness of her stomach. This was too much for Damian to take. He pulled away from her and left the room in search of some dry clothing for Veronese and for himself. He groaned as he stepped out into the passage way. The floor was wet from the pounding rain that had fallen most of the night.

His living room looked like a disaster zone. The roof over that section of his house was gone. The tree had weakened the roof allowing the wind to rip at the remaining material until it was all gone.

“Looks like you will have to come and stay with me until you can get your roof repaired.”

Sarah- Lee was standing behind him when she spoke. Damian felt as though his legs were planted in quick drying cement. He wanted to move and get as far as he could from Sarah-Lee but his legs betrayed him by refusing to follow the escapist thoughts circulating in his mind.

“I know you were looking at my pussy just now brother dear. That is nothing to be ashamed of. I always use to enjoy peeping at you when you were playing with cock.”

Damian knew that his sister had watched him jerking off numerous times in the past. She had walked into the bathroom several time and caught him with his cock in his hand. There were times also when he knew she was outside his bedroom door peeping through the keyhole or through the crack of the door he had left open for her to watch him.

Sarah-Lee interpreted his immobility as an open invitation to reach around his body and take his hard cock in her hand.

“It is much bigger than I remember it being the last time I say you naked. Let me see if I can make it harder and longer for you D.”

Damian moaned as his little sister tightened her strong grip on his already hard cock and started stroking him. He reached back and passed his hand under her skirt and inside her panty which was like the floor in his house.

“Don’t be shy D. I know you have always wanted to touch my pussy so sink your fingers inside and finger fuck me.”

Old fantasies were finally coming to life as his fingers parted the lips of his little sister’s slippery cunt. He remembered how he use to cum thinking about Sarah-Lee standing behind him in the shower stroking his hard cock while he reached back and fingered her pussy bringing her to orgasm after orgasm before exploding in her hands under the soothing sprays of hot water in the shower.

All the elements of that fantasy minus the shower and the hot water were present and Damian felt lost in a world of primal lust and desire. He could feel Sarah-Lee grinding her pussy against his two fingers which were planted inside her wet cunt. She was getting wild and uncontrollable. He had watched her paying with her pussy in the past and he was well aware that she came very quickly.

“Oh Shit D. I am cumming already. Rub my clit and finish me off baby.”

Damian placed his thumb on his sister’s clit and started rubbing vigorously. He felt greater pressure on his cock as Sarah- Lee increased the speed of her strokes. There was no going back now for them. They had crossed the line and were about to serve each other some intense ecstasy.

Sarah- Lee squeezed Damian’s hard cock and screamed as she came. She wrapped one of her legs around his body trapping his hand inside her exploding pussy. He could feel the softness of her breasts pressing against his back. Damian allowed himself to be totally swept away by the wild current of desire raging between himself and his little sister.

He felt his cock begin to contract as his sperm shot from the tip of his cock like tiny liquid bullets. He resisted the urge to scream as every pleasure centre in his body went into overdrive. Here he was in his matrimonial home with his fingers up his little sister’s cunt while his wife rested in a room nearby.

Damian’s feet finally seemed willing to cooperate with his mind allowing him to pull away from his sister who just stood looking at him with a mischievous smile on her face. Damian turned and walked towards the bedroom to find some dry clothing. As he glanced towards the bathroom door he noticed that the door was ajar. He walked to the bathroom and looked inside. Veronese was nowhere to be found. `

He could hear noise coming from the direction of the kitchen which sounded like someone opening and closing drawers. Running to the kitchen he arrived in time to see Veronese arming herself with the two longest knives she could find.

“I am going to kill that bitch of a sister of yours Damian. How the fuck she could expect to come in my house and disrespect me like that.”

Veronese held the knives out in front of her in a threatening way. She raised one of them in the air and ran out the kitchen in search of Sarah-Lee with Damian in pursuit. Damian was surprise at the speed with which Veronese closed in on his little sister who was standing her ground with a bemused expression on her face. Damian grabbed Veronese’s arm from behind trying to subdue her. She fought with him trying to free herself.

“Let her go brother. She wants a piece of me so let her have a shot at me.”

There was coldness in Sarah-Lee’s voice than sent a cold chill down Damian’s spine. She had not retreated an inch and looked more like a lioness being threatened by a solitary hyena.

“Babes please control yourself. I can’t let you hurt my little sister neither do I want her to harm you so please calm yourself.”

Veronese Struggled with Damian until she succeeded in freeing one arm from his grasp. She slashed in the direction of Sarah-Lee who did nothing to protect herself. Damian saw the knife blade cleave the flesh of his sister’s left shoulder and blood started trickling down her arm.

Sarah-Lee was true to her word. She gave Veronese a shot at her and now it was her turn to retaliate. Damian saw a blur of movement and felt Veronese being wrenched from his grasp. He tried to hold on to her but was forced to watch his wife sail through the air and land against a wall and falling to the floor a crumpled mass of flesh.

Veronese tried to get up but Sarah-Lee was too quick for her. Sarah-Lee grabbed one of the two knives that had dropped from Veronese’s hands and placed it against her throat.

“Please sis that is enough. I am not ready to be a widower or have you arrested for murdering my wife.”

Sarah-Lee kept the blade of the knife against Veronese’s throat.

“Tell him what you have been up to you cheating sack of shit.”

Damian placed his hand on the blade of the knife but could not move it. The sharp blade was resting on the thin layer of flesh above Veronese’ swallow pipe. The slightest amount of pressure from Sarah-Lee’s hand could send the blade into Veronese’s throat.

Veronese stopped struggling as she saw the resolve in Sarah-Lee’s face.

“Your bitch of a wife was not assaulted earlier. This is one sick bitch you have here for a wife D.”

Damian’s mind went blank as he tried to process the words he had just heard. What did his sister mean by calling Veronese a sick bitch? Why did she believe that his wife had not been assaulted earlier? Such thoughts would never have crossed his mind.

“Go ahead bitch and tell him what you were up to earlier.”

With the constant pressure of a sharp blade against her throat Veronese saw the wisdom in confessing her guilt to Damian.

“I was not raped earlier. I need rough sex to make me cum so I invited a few men over to rough me up while they fuck me. Things got out of hand and I must have blacked out after one on them choked me.”

Veronese pause hoping that her short confession would satisfy Sarah-Lee. She felt the pressure of the blade increase on her throat.

“Tell him about the marks on your breast and back bitch.”

Veronese was hoping that she would not have to explain the marks to her husband. Sarah-Lee was right to call her a sick bitch. She was so ashamed of what she did but it was the only way she got to that zone of pleasure that drove her insane with lust.

“I love to be beaten while I am being fucked. The mark on my breasts and back are from whips which two of the men used on me while the third one fucked me. That is the only way I can have an orgasm.”

Damian stumbled against the wall as his two legs gave way beneath him. His thoughts went back to the vivid dream he had during the night. Maybe the gods had been looking out for him after all. The faceless forms had been real and he had been given some insight into his wife’s dark side.

Had he been closer, Damian would have pressed the knife against Veronese’s throat until the blade had cut as far into her flesh as it would go. He could see himself cutting right through her neck until her head was fully severed.

“She is not worth it D. We could kill her and get away with it but as I said she is a sick bitch and she needs to be let loose.”

Veronese glared at Sarah-Lee wishing that she had stayed far away from their home. She had always feared that Sarah-Lee saw right through her and knew all her dark secrets. The woman presence always made her uncomfortable plus there was the way Damian acted when Sarah-Lee was around.

Finally she had proof of something she always suspected. Sarah-Lee was simply to hands on with her brother. Damian seemed so weak and unsure of himself when his little sister was around. She had just watched Sarah Lee jerking off her big brother while he fingered her hot little cunt.

The little slut was in no position to judge her. She had her needs, as strange as they were, but at least she was not fucking a family member. She silently wonder just involved Sarah-Lee and Damian were. She had heard of siblings who were madly in love with each other. Maybe Sarah-Lee was in love with her brother and had been jealous of her all along.

For all she cared now they could have each other and fuck each other’s brains out. She was tired of her life of sexual frustration. She wanted to explore and to experience more mind numbing passion. What she had done the night before was no mistake. She wanted and longed for more of the same.

Her experience the previous evening had taken her to a height that she had never reached before. Damian tried to please her sexually but he was just too gentle. He was always too careful not to hurt her in anyway but Veronese longed for pain during sex. She wanted a lover who would hit and humiliate her. She wanted a lover who could inflict pain all over her body until she writhed in agony and pleasure.

She could feel the wetness between her legs as Sarah-Lee continued to pin her body to the ground. Sarah-Lee was so strong and so dominating. She loved that in a lover. She had just come as close to death as she had ever been and the experience had sent shock wave through her pussy. She felt as though she was on the verge of an intense orgasm.

Sarah-Lee threw the knife from her hand but remained on top of Veronese. She raised her hand and brought her palm down hard against Veronese’s face. The sound of the slap echoed in the house.

“That is for cutting me bitch. And this is for fucking men in my brother’s home.”

Sarah-Lee slapped Veronese repeatedly until blood started running from her mouth. Damian sat with his back against the wall passively watching the proceedings. It was better for him to allow Sarah-Lee to handle the situation. He wanted to hit Veronese but he feared that his anger might push him to the point of murder.

Damian watched as his wife seemed to come alive beneath the body of his little sister. Her breathing became erratic and she started throwing her legs about in an uncontrollable manner. Her hips rose up from the floor taking Sarah-Lee on the upward journey with her. He looked at his wife’s face and recognized the expression. He had seen that same expression in the dream.

“Hit me harder and make me cum. Oh god this feels so fucking good.”

Sarah-Lee folded her fist and smashed it against Veronese’s nose forcing her to cry out in agony as the pain engulfed her entire face.

“Aghhhhhhhhhh. I am cumming. I am cumming.”

Veronese screamed as pleasure and pain mingled into an exquisite blend that took her to that special place of pleasure that took control of her and drove her insane with lust and desire.

“Oh god I want to be your slave. I want you to beat me and humiliate me. I will do whatever the two of you want me to do.”

Sarah-Lee placed her two hands around Veronese’s throat and started to squeeze. She had never seen a person behave so wildly during an orgasm and she wanted to prolong the experience just a little longer. She felt her own anger draining out her body and a familiar wetness was beginning to develop between her legs.

She removed her hands from Veronese’s throat as she brought her crotch inches from mouth. She pulled her panty to one side then lowered her dripping cunt on to Veronese’s face.

“Stick your tongue up my pussy bitch, and lick me like your life depends on it.”

Veronese stuck her tongue out as Sarah-Lee’s wet pussy inched towards her waiting mouth. Sarah-Lee was studying her brother’s face intently.

“See, I told you your wife is a freak. Look at how much she is enjoying sucking my cunt. I bet this is not the first cunt she has licked either.”

Damian watched spell bounded as his little sister suffocated his wife, wiping her wet pussy all over Veronese’s face. He felt the blood flowing to his cock as it slowly started to come to life again. His little sister was always so very dominant. That excited him more than he cared to admit. He wished Sarah-Lee was sitting on his face instead. He felt the urge to bury his tongue deep inside his little sister’s hot pussy.

“Your cock is getting hard again brother dear. Come and stand in front of me so I can show this bitch how to suck a big cock like your D.”

Damian struggled to get to his feet. Both his legs were feeling quite rubbery as though he had just exerted them to the limit of their endurance. He stood in front of his little sister who grabbed his cock and greedily brought it to her mouth. As Sarah-Lee’s tongue made contact with the tip of his cock, Damian breathed deeply enjoying the first wave of pleasure shooting through his cock.

His little sister proved to be much better at sucking cock in reality than in his fantasies. She toyed with the tip of his cock with her tongue while gently caressing his balls with one hand. She licked up and down the shaft sometimes playfully running her tongue all over his balls. Sarah-Lee worked her magic with her tongue while she stroked his cock with one hand.

When her mouth finally began to engulf his throbbing cock, Damian groaned in pleasure. He felt like a man getting his first blow job from whore who knew exactly what to do to make a man cum in the shortest possible time. Veronese had a small dainty mouth which was not physically equipped to handle his huge cock. Sarah- Lee had large thick lip and a mouth that was wide enough to suck two cocks simultaneously.

“Oh fuck sis, that feels so good. I feel as though I am going to cum in your mouth any second now.”

Sarah –Lee stopped sucking on his cock and placed her finger over the tube which conveys sperm to the glans of his cock. Damian could feel the passage of his sperm arrested as Sarah-Lee applied greater pressure. He was too far gone to stop himself from cumming but the pressure Sarah-Lee was applying to his cock stop the ejaculation phase of his orgasm.

“Don’t worry big brother. This little technique I am using on you allows you to cum as many times as you want to back to back. You can have multiple orgasms using this technique.”

Damian was certain that he had just reached a climax but his cock showed no signs of getting soft. Once she was certain her brother would not ejaculate, Sarah-Lee resumed stroking and sucking his cock. She sucked him until he was rock hard then positioned herself on top of Veronese so he could plunge his hard cock into her tight cunt.

As he entered his little sister’s cunt he could feel the softness of his wife’s tongue caressing his ball as he slammed into Sarah-Lee’s enticing pussy. This was the closest Damian had ever come to fucking two women simultaneously. He had been so ashamed when Veronese caught them pleasuring each other earlier.

His feelings were different now that he knew his wife’s little secret. He could not deny that he had nursed a secret desire to fuck his little sister for as far back as he could remember. His skeleton was now out the closet and so was his huge cock which continued to plunge into Sarah-Lee tight pussy causing her to moan with pleasure every time he drove it home into her.

“D, you have no idea how long I have wanted to feel this huge cock of your filling up my little cunt and driving me mad with lust for you. I love you D. I love you so very much.”

It was finally out in the open. All the years of light sexual banter and teasing finally made sense to Damian. His little sister was in love with him and she had been nursing that desire for years. He knew he had deep feelings for her as well. It was no use denying it. He felt the same way about her as she did about him. He loved his little sister in that special way that a man loved a woman. There was no need for him to fight the feeling anymore.

“I love you to sis. I have always loved you.”

He felt Sarah-Lee’s pussy tighten around his cock as she reached back and grabbed his leg pulling him deeper into her gaping cunt. His cock coupled with Veronese’s exploring tongue brought Sarah-Lee to the periphery of the land of lust. She skirted on the boundary line for a few seconds then she took the plunged screaming as hard as she could as the electrifying sensation of a super orgasm swept over her entire being.

“Aghhhhhhhhhhhh! I am cumming, I am cumming. Jesus fucking Christ I am cumming so god damn hard I feel I am going to die.”

Years of quiet anticipation had finally come to an end for Damian and Sarah- Lee. They had finally crossed that barrier that changed everything between them and between everyone else in their lives. Brother and sister had chosen to make each other number one in each other’s life.

Damian felt a little sorry for Veronese. In her own way she had tried to be a good wife to him but she was no match for Sarah-Lee. He would leave it up to Sarah-Lee to decide what to do with Veronese. Maybe she would be a plaything for the two of them to help spice things up when Sarah-Lee wanted to do something really unusual.

He did not think he had it in him to hurt Veronese the way she demanded to be hurt but he was sure Sarah-Lee possessed that streak of meanness to take Veronese to whatever level of pain she desired. Bondage and S and M was not exactly the kind of sexual exploration he sought out on his own but that world had come to his doorstep and he was certain there was much he could learn from his sexy little sister.

Damian felt the explosion the moment his little sister started to cum. It was like being pulled into a circuit of living energy that totally electrified his entire being. He could feel his cock pulsating as his orgasm drew near but there was something greater going on around him. He had never felt so alive and excited before. Something wonderful seemed to be taking full possession of his body, mind, and spirit. He had always been afraid to let go and allow himself to be taken by the strange forces that surrounded his sister but his fears were finally gone.

A switch had been thrown and he could feel the energy flowing between himself and Sarah-Lee. He screamed as he plunged his cock deep inside his sister’s cunt. He had never fucked anyone this hard before. Sarah-Lee’s orgasm just seemed to get more and more intense causing her to scream in ecstasy as wave after wave of sensuous pleasure crash against the walls of her super energized cunt walls.

In her excitement Sarah-Lee buried her head between Veronese’s legs and bit into her pussy. The pressure she exerted with her teeth was sufficient to push Veronese over the edge one more time. Veronese exploded as Damian pulled his cock from his little sister’s pussy shooting his load of sperm all over his wife’s face.

Damian knew that he had finally crossed over into his sister’s world and that everything was going to be different. There was something inside him that had been dormant but he could feel it coming to life. There was no point in resisting what was being birthed inside of him. A doorway had been opened and something had already come through that he could not control.

He needed Sarah-Lee more than ever now. Together they would grow in knowledge and in power. Fucking his little sister had been so liberating. His entire world had taken on new meaning once the deed was done. The old Damian was gone. He was a new man with a new purpose and a woman by his side that would help him evolve into whatever he was destined to become.

All his life, he had feared the dark shadows that plagued his dreams making him afraid of the night. His fear was finally gone. The shadows were still there lurking in the darkness but there was something awake inside of him that would keep the darkness at bay. He felt strong with Sarah-Lee at his side.

Damian looked down at his cock which was still rock hard. There were some scores to settle in his community and he was now more than equipped to bring retribution down on the heads of those who deserved it. No one would be able to hide from his wrath and he intended to show no mercy.

“Did you feel that raw energy that engulfed us D? I have never felt it so strong before. Fucking you seems to have taken me to a new level. This is going to be so much fun exploring like this together.”

Damian smiled as he settled himself on the floor between his sister and Veronese. He liked the feel of both women’s bodies pressing against his. He felt two pairs of hands rest on his hard cock. Damian closed his eyes and for the very first time in his life he welcomed the darkness.\

THE END