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  I let go of Chapman’s dick and pulled my T-shirt over my head. I tossed it to the ground.

  “Shit,” I heard Chapman say quietly under his breath.

  Fuck your needs. These are about my needs now.

  I unlaced my boots and kicked them off, imagining Chapman behind me, biting his lip, knowing he was about to get some.

  I unclasped my bra and let it fall off my shoulders, scraping along my tits, and finally coming free as it drifted lazily to my lap. The familiar comfort of slipping out of my clothes at home flooded over me, the joy of releasing my tits at the end of the day.

  I sat up straight and gravity was kind, letting me stay quite perky.

  “You are so fucking beautiful,” he said.

  He’d never told me that before. He’d called me hot and sexy and extremely fuckable but had never said the word beautiful. We were making progress.

  On screen, the scene switched to the man sitting on the couch, the woman riding him reverse cowgirl, her tits shaking, bouncing along with the motion of her body. I liked it. She was as free as I wanted to be. She was reckless and open to being fucked without remorse.

  I turned on the desk and sat facing him. His eyes were glued to my tits, taking them in. I realized he’d never seen me like this. We’d had to sneak quickies before but had never been face to face, naked, with so much space.

  He stood and reached over his shoulders with both arms, gripped his brown shirt, and pulled it up over his head. His tattooed arms were the first thing I noticed. A cross. An eagle. A skull. All blended together with deep, beautiful colors. I’d never seen him like this.

  He tossed his shirt onto the floor and stood before me, his chest so strong and wide. His muscles bulged. I reached out and placed a palm on his arm, appreciating the fact that it didn’t cover even half of it.

  I knew he was ripped, but damn.

  He wasn’t moving quickly enough for me. I needed him. I needed to be fucked so good I could forget about this insane fucking night.

  I grabbed the waistband of both his pants and his underwear, and dropped to my knees, bringing it all down with me. Just as my face passed his groin, his cock plopped out and dangled in front of my eyes. It was beautiful. Most dicks aren’t, but this one was smooth, with a big, luscious pink head. And it was so fucking hard.

  Just seeing my naked tits had gotten him hard. That was all the motivation I needed.

  I cupped his balls in my right hand, gripped the base of his cock with my left, and took him into my mouth. The head spread my lips open and I had to fight to keep my teeth from scraping him. The salty taste of his pre-cum swiped across my tongue and I swallowed it.

  Chapman watched me through squinted eyes, his lips pursed, his breath quickened. He reached out to my head, to grip my hair, but I swatted his hand away. This was my moment. He wanted a fucking booty call and he was going to get one. I was a member of the armed military forces and I was going to suck his cock according to MY plans. Fuck him.

  “Oh shit,” he said as I lowered myself a little, bending his cock at an uncomfortable angle.

  Or maybe it was more than comfortable because his hips started to move, trying to fuck my face. I bent lower, feeling his dick contort a little. It had to be uncomfortable.

  “Fuck!” he yelled. “I’m gonna cum already.”

  “No,” I said.

  I shoved his ass into his seat and, just for a moment, admired the way his toned body led down to his solid cock. It stood upright, waiting, beckoning to me. It wanted me as much as I wanted it.

  I took off my belt, unfastened my pants, and let them fall to the floor.

  Chapman stared at my pink panties and I looked down to see that my wetness had seeped through the fabric and the material was up inside me a bit, forming what was usually called a camel toe. He licked his lips, not at all perturbed.

  He leaned forward and took me in his mouth, panties and all, and sucked at the fabric, savoring my flavor. He bit down gently and chewed at my panties, biting my pussy hair. His tongue pressed up into me, shoving the material inside me, before scooping it back out.

  “Mmm…” I moaned. “Unh huh.”

  He reached out and slowly pulled my panties down, as if cherishing each inch of the way, watching the top of my trimmed thatch come into view and then lowering them little by little until he saw my crease.

  “You taste so fucking good,” he said.

  My knees got weak.

  The sound of the man on screen thrusting up into his maid was so erotic. I looked back real quick just to see what was going on, and that’s when Chapman decided to really fuck me with his mouth.

  He ate me like a rabid dog, not soft and sensual the way he had the last time we’d been together. He clearly wanted me to hurt. His tongue thrashed back and forth, slamming into my clit like a rough wave on stormy seas. He circled my clit, swishing it back and forth, clamping his jaw down on my pussy and torturing me.

  I howled. I didn’t mean to. It just came out. My neck snapped back and I inched my ass onto the desk as Chapman’s mouth drilled into me, planting me hard against the wooden table.

  “Oh fuck!” I yelled.

  “You want me?” he asked, his mouth full of my swollen pussy.

  “Mmm Hmm!”

  “Say it,” he ordered.

  “I want you!”

  “Tell me!”

  “I want you! Stop eating me. Just fuck me!”

  I’d never asked anyone to stop licking my pussy but I was desperate. He was so fucking good. I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted him inside me.

  “Fuck me!” I yelled.

  With that, he pulled his mouth off me, grabbed his cock, and shoved it into me. No planning, no testing the tip, he just crammed it inside me. I thought I might pass out. He was big and I wasn’t ready. I thought I was…but I wasn’t.

  “Fuck!” I screamed.

  “You feel so good,” he said. “I love being inside you.”

  With both of my hands and both of his gripping the edge of the desk, Chapman aimed down and smashed his cock into my pussy. It burned and ached and felt so fucking good. When one of his hands reached up and found my clit, I thought I might come right then. I wanted to squirt. I’d never squirted before but had seen it in so many videos.

  I relaxed, trying to enjoy the pleasure despite the pain. I lifted my head to see him, but he drove into me so good I collapsed and hit my head on the hard table.

  He lifted up and hit something. It felt incredible. He did it again and again and again and…

  Oh fuck, I can’t take it anymore. I can’t…I can’t…I can’t breathe. I can’t see. My eyes are blurry. Ohhhhhhh shiiiiit. Ohhh yaaaaaassss!

  “Yes!” I yelled as my internal dialogue spewed forth. A suffocating feeling ran through my entire body until I felt like fireworks were lit off inside my chest, stomach, and pussy.

  I’m coming. Oh shit, I’m coming.

  “You’re mine!” Chapman whispered. “You’re mine, you hear that? Mine.”

  I didn’t squirt, but I came like never before and couldn’t move. I collapsed onto the desk.

  “Come here,” he said.

  I felt my body hoisted up like a rag doll. My limbs didn’t seem to want to work right. My eyes were dry. My body was drenched with sweat. It was so fucking hot in the building. Or I was just so fucking destroyed.

  Chapman sat down in the chair and lifted me up onto his lap. I straddled him, really having no choice in the matter, as gravity brought my pussy down hard over him, hugging his cock, taking him in as deep as possible.

  I leaned my forehead against his shoulder, draped my arms around his neck, and did my best to move. I rolled my hips once, twice, and as he filled me something came to life inside me again. A second wave of wanting.

  I sat on him and wiggled, hopping up and down a little, feeling him buried inside me balls deep. And I mean balls deep. I could feel his balls squishing beneath my ass, soaked with my juices.

  “I’m yours?”
I asked as I slammed my pussy down onto him.

  He didn’t respond.

  “I’m yours?” I said again.

  “Oh fuck yes!” he replied, lifting his ass and thrusting into me.

  I was rocking forward, punishing his cock, when we flipped over. Chapman tumbled backwards out of the chair and I fell off of him. I wanted to scream noooooo!

  I’m so close to coming again.

  Before I could make sense of what had happened, Chapman was pulling me up, shoving me against the desk. My naked tits smashed against the wooden top and I let my face fall down just the same. I was ruined.

  And then he was on me again, fucking me from behind. I could see the movie now, the money shot moment, where the dude stood over the open mouth of his maid, showering her with his hot sperm.

  Chapman kept plowing into me until I heard him gasp a couple of times and I braced myself. His pace slowed down and instead of fast, upward thrusts, they became deep, straight on and hard ones.

  Then I came. I didn’t even realize I was close again. I thought I’d lost it when the chair fell, but something about realizing he wasn’t going to pull out, that he was about to come inside me, turned me on.

  I shoved my ass against him, making him bury himself deeper than his tapped out energy would allow and he exploded inside me.

  Ohhhh shit! That’s so fucking good. So warm.

  I imagined, like a donut being stuffed with jelly, that his seed had filled me to the brim and was spilling out. It seemed to never stop being warm and the movement inside of my pussy was incredible, no more thrusting, just a calm pulsating.

  And I came, this time not earth shattering, but my legs twitched and I couldn’t move. I was spent.

  Chapman pulled out of me and fell back against the wall, breathing heavy, and a big smile on his face. I suddenly felt embarrassed and exposed. I was completely naked.

  Redressed and with a face probably fire engine red, I sat in Chapman’s chair, just looking up at him as he put a new DVD into the player. He pushed play and walked over to stand next to me, tucking in his shirt.

  “That was great,” he said.

  Great? Great? That’s all? You better fucking say something that’s not going to make me want to rip your head off.

  Why was I so angry? I’d made up my mind to fuck him, knowing full well I wanted it as much as he did, but the vulnerable, feminine part of me crept up and haunted me, making me feel instantly miserable for giving in so easily.

  “It was fun,” I said, all while wanting to yell, “You just came inside me you fucking son of a bitch!”

  He stepped closer to me and pulled my head into his stomach, where he ran a thumb over the spot above my ear.

  “Come home with me after our shift,” he said.

  What did you just say? Did you just invite me over?

  “What?”

  “I live off base with Jones and Porter. A three-bedroom house. It’s a bit of a bachelor pad most of the time, but why don’t you come stay with me today?”

  He wasn’t exactly inviting me into his life forever but this was a good start.

  “I’d like that,” I said.

  “Me too.”

  The rest of our short-lived time alone together was spent watching the beginning of another one of his scary movies. I needed to finish my checks so I left him, promising I’d come back soon. He kissed me, gently, and told me he couldn’t wait.

  I raced down the stairs, knowing I’d hate every second spent in the basement. I’d only checked the sub-level floor once earlier in the night, during that first walk through, which seemed like years ago. This was turning out to be the longest night of my life. Plus, after my time spent with Chapman, I was feeling a bit sleepy. Usually when stuck on post, I could step out into the snow and wake myself up. Cold air does wonders. Here, I couldn’t get anywhere close to the snow. I was locked in. The thought of being trapped in this building made my stomach turn. It just didn’t seem right.

  I didn’t even like elevators. In some ways, this big facility was like a gigantic elevator, that wouldn’t reach its destination until slightly after 7am. If only the tinny Musak would play and provide a little bit of comfort. The eerie silence was overwhelming and I couldn’t stop the return of the cramping in my gut. I was afraid all over again.

  The stairs ended and ran right into the basement door, which was large, black, and had a small square window up top, with wire squares set deep within the glass. I yanked open the door, hoping the fast jerk would stop it from creaking, but it didn’t work. The door whined as I stepped inside. I’d been careful to leave the light on the last time I’d descended into the dark pit and thank God I did.

  Finding the dangling string set at the center of the room had been a bitch even with a flashlight. At least now the room was aglow. Aglow was probably too strong a word since it really only provided a beacon of light to be found whenever I strayed too far into the darkness that shrouded all corners of the room.

  Now, as I entered, I felt like I’d set out on a sea of darkness, just within view of the lighthouse at the center of the room. Its orange glow was dim, like a dying sun just beyond my reach. My overactive imagination was in full force. I flipped off my flashlight, deciding I could see well enough without it, and knowing the necessity of preserving the batteries as long as I could. The radio beeped again, reminding me that nothing would last forever.

  The first room was the largest. It ran more than half the length of the building and had large floor-to-ceiling columns making it hard to truly get a clear picture of all that lay in front of me. The paint on the walls, what remained of it, was chipping and peeling off. Crumbs of the cream colored gunk littered the floor all along the walls.

  Above my head, rusty pipes ran across the ceiling, like a slightly cleaner, not-so-crowded version of the boiler room from the Nightmare on Elm Street movies. I tried to dismiss the fear creeping up my throat as I walked the perimeter of the room, looking down at the outlets (the few there were) and up at the small windows, most covered from the snow outside.

  The last time I checked, they were all secure, and this time was no different. None of Redgrave’s cult members had come to rescue him. Beyond the large, darkest room, were two more rooms, one of which was locked, but I yanked on the door a couple of times to make sure.

  Good to go. Almost finished down here.

  The next room was odd and I didn’t like it. The light worked, but cast an eerie red light over the room, making it look almost like it were bathed in blood. Only a single wooden chair sat at its center. That’s what bothered me most. The one chair. It was such a simple thing, but alone, it painted a strange picture.

  What had this chair been used for?

  Was it just the chair from a desk that had been long since removed? Or was it something else altogether? This was a military installation, so I supposed it could have been used for interrogations. Elemendorf Air Force Base was not all that far from Russia, and I had to wonder if any Ruskies had been dragged down to the basement floor for a little bit of one-on-one, or maybe many-on-one questioning.

  What if Redgrave isn’t the first mentally insane prisoner to occupy the building? What if someone else had once been kept in this room, allowed only a chair, and maybe finger foods? Maybe that red light bulb was no coincidence. It could’ve been used to alter someone’s mood.

  I couldn’t imagine being secured in the creepy room, with a red light bulb on at all hours. I’d spent too much time in there already.

  Outlets clear and no forced entry. Fuck this room.

  Chapter 4

  I was hungry. With so much free time in this place, I was surprised I hadn’t been eating the whole night. Then again, I always got hungry after sex. The aching between my legs reminded me of Chapman and I wondered if we’d hook up again later at his house. I was exhausted but I wouldn’t say no. I fished my room-temperature box of meatball-flavored Hot Pockets out of my backpack, grabbed a few sour worm candies, and proceeded to cook dinner.
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  The couch was my dinner table. I considered taking my food up to Chapman’s post but I was afraid I’d come across as needy. Instead, I popped in one of my favorite movies, Freeway, with Reese Witherspoon and Kiefer Sutherland. What a messed up movie, but funny, and I needed to laugh. I kept the volume down low and sat back to enjoy the film. It didn’t take long for my eyes to start fluttering. The 4am hour was always the most difficult. Less than three hours till relief. Nine hours had gone by way too slow. Twelve hour shifts were brutal but the three on and three off schedule was preferred by most of our team.