The wipers of the cab are working at full speed as rain pelts down. The driver negotiates the build-up of traffic which has slowed to a snail’s pace but I’m not in any hurry. The bland country metal music blaring from the radio comes to an end and is replaced by the news. I tune in to the headline story.
‘Prime Minister Suzanne Blunt has condemned the public and brutal execution of Daniel Harper earlier today. Sources say that whilst she sympathises with the Women’s Liberation Army, she cannot condone any executions conducted without a trial. Mr Harper’s family vehemently refute all allegations held against him. Eva Mansell, head of the WLA states that there was undeniable and substantial evidence that proves his guilt and that she stands by the actions of her all-female regiment.’
‘Fucking lesbians,’ mutters the cabbie before glancing in the rearview mirror. His eyes widen as I part my jacket and flash the pistol– yeah, fuck you motherfucker. We pull up outside the club and I get out with no charge for the journey and a ‘thank you for your service.’
I’m waved past the tedious queue of people having their IDs checked against retinal scans and head to the bar.
‘Hey Jen, usual please.’ Jen has worked at Free Love since the club opened, the Liberation flagship that appeased the opposition during the closure of the last remaining brothels. ‘Guess you heard the news?’
‘Yeah, sounds like a brutal one.’ She pours a double vodka, adds a cube of ice and passes the drink to me. ‘You here to drink or are you heading upstairs?’
I down the shot in one go. ‘Both.’
‘Well, there are quite a few members available tonight, take a look.’
She passes the tablet to me, a catalogue of people who just want a fuck. The ethos of Free Love establishments legalised in the seventh wave of radical reform, no money, no strings and no fucking patriarchal management.
Tonight I have a desperate need to relinquish control so I set the filters and choose my options, tick, tick, tick. Consent box signed and then a match– no names, just a number and in his case ‘Eight’. The details of the room and pin code are pinged to my watch. Jen pours a second hefty shot.
‘Here, this one’s on the house.’
Second drink downed and as the buzz sets in, I head up to the room. I punch in the PIN code and push the door open. Eight is sitting on the chair, dressed in black suit trousers, a white shirt and a thick black tie. He has dark hair and a face full of stubble. I remove my jacket, fold it neatly and place it on the shelf. I then remove the Glock from it’s holster and place it in the lock box as per policy and face Eight.
‘Are you one of them?’
I nod and his eyes fire up. Fucking one of ‘us’ is the holy grail.
‘You’ve read my profile, you know what I’m here for and it’s not to chat.’ I set the ground rules off the bat.
‘Okay, fine by me. I see you’ve signed all the consent boxes. So you’re happy to continue?’
Verbal agreement always overrides digital consent.
‘Yes, you?’
‘More than happy.’ He stands up and walks three paces until he’s stood only inches away from me. ‘You are rather stunning, even more so than in your profile picture.’ I share the sentiment, Eight’s photo failing to capture the raw edge that has my heart pumping faster. He caresses my cheek with a finger. It feels cold against my alcohol-flushed skin. ‘I want you to remove your clothes.’
I comply with a slow striptease. Kicking off my shoes then reaching under my skirt, sliding my barely-there knickers down and dropping them to the floor. I turn so that my back is facing him and lift my fitted top over my head, tantalising him by slowly easing off my bra straps before unclasping and discarding it. Finally, I slip the skirt over the curves of my hips and thighs and step out of it. Exposed under the watchful eyes of a stranger, I get cunt tingles and my juices flow. I stand my ground, with legs parted and feet planted.
‘Holy shit.’
I take that as an approval. Eight moves closer, wraps his arms around my waist and kisses the slant of my neck with unexpected gentleness. I soften my body into his, the fabric of his clothes the only barrier between us. He lifts a hand and places it on my firm breast quickly finding the nipple piercing which he toys with, little shocks of twists and tugs. I arch my spine and lean on him, my ass finding his groin and the back of my head resting on his shoulder.
‘Mmm, you like that, don’t you?’ he whispers into my ear.
‘Yes,’ I sigh.
Eight chuckles then retreats. I try turning towards him but he stops me.
‘Ah-ah, stay right where you are.’
I recognise the sounds of a man undressing. The swish of a tie being whipped from a collar, the clunk of a belt buckle loosened. And then he’s back, cradled into my rear only this time flesh to flesh. The hairs on his chest tickle against my sensitive skin and the bulk of his groin pushes onto me. He reaches between my legs and rubs his fingertips gently along the slick groove, brushing against my swollen clit.
‘You like this too, don’t you?’
A question with a very wet and obvious answer. I moan my approval which results in his withdrawal, leaving me wanting more. Still with my back facing him, he ties a blindfold tightly around my head, plunging me into a black void. I fight against a primal need to escape, taking deep, slow breaths. Eight traces his finger down my neck and along the hollow of my spine until he reaches the base of my back. He takes my left hand in his and spins me around.
I feel his mouth on mine, a tender endearment that I reciprocate. A tongue darting in, teeth that bite gently on lips. He’s good, very good and now that the fear has been caged, I give in fully to the moment. I lift my arms, wanting to hold him close but Eight refuses me, moving out of reach.
‘What should I call you?’ he asks.
I know he has my number, ninety-six, but I bat the question away, my name is irrelevant.
‘You can call me whatever you need to.’
‘Fair enough, I want your name but if you want to keep it from me then that’s your choice.’ He grabs my hand again. ‘Here, sit on the bed.’ I’m manoeuvred into position, taking a sideway step until I’m on the mattress, sitting upright.
Eight tussles my hair and smooths my face before putting his fingers on my parted lips. I suck them hungrily into my mouth but I need more and so does he. He removes his fingers and then rewards me by replacing them with the tip of his cock. I lick it, savouring the slick of pre-cum that has little taste yet sits divinely on my tongue. I feel my way around the solid member and take hold of the base whilst continuing to lap and suck. He groans and places his hands on the top of my head. I descend down his length then take long teasing licks up and down. I stop at his balls, take them into my mouth and suck gently. Heavy breaths fill the room.
His cock trembles as I gently nibble and tongue-play with his balls, then his shaft and then back to the head. I part my lips wide and let him slide in. He takes it slowly, not forcing his way in any faster than I am ready for. Just sinking into my mouth bit by bit. Both of us work at the same pace, pushing in and pulling out. My fingers stay circled around the bottom of his hard cock whilst I reach up with the other hand and cup his malleable balls, putty in my palm.
‘Fuck, yes,’ he grunts.
He twists my hair between his fingers and moves my head to and fro, taking bitesize pieces of control from me. His cock hits the back of my throat. I try changing my position to accommodate him better but where I go he follows. I lean back, he pushes forward, I move down, he lowers himself. I centre myself, breathing through my nose and give in, letting him fuck my mouth as he wants. And once I allow myself to give him absolute control I relish the sensation of him pistoning in and out of my orifice. I lap greedily, lashing my tongue whilst deep-throating him. Thrust-suck-thrust-suck, his rhythm speeds up incrementally. Any longer at this rate and I fear he might cum but my fears are alleviated as he withdraws his cock from my mouth leaving a trail of saliva dripping down my chin.
‘You’re not getting away with it that easily, move back onto the bed,’ he orders.
I do as I’m told and wriggle onto the middle of the king-size mattress. Eight climbs up next to me, lifts my legs and swivels me around so that I am facing the bottom of the bed.
‘Lie back.’
He pushes me gently by the shoulders until I am fully reclined then rolls me facedown onto my stomach. The mattress dips as he kneels near my head and then ‘clink’, the sound of metal rattling. One by one, he takes my wrists, then my ankles and places them in cold steel rings and clasps them tight. Restrained and star-fished, I anticipate his next move. Every sense is now heightened as he keeps me waiting, needing him to take the next step. The fact that I’m so vulnerable is a double-edged sword, fear on one side and extreme excitement on the other. I remind myself that cameras capture every inch of this room, privacy having been swapped out for the safety of constant surveillance.
Eight moves down the bed and positions himself between my spreadeagled thighs. My cunt is aching and juices seep out of my plump lips. I know he can see it all, a pussy waiting for him to fuck as he wants or maybe he has other ideas? He leans down and kisses the small of my back sending a ripple of goosebumps along my flesh. Then the kisses get lower, one ass cheek then the other. I rub myself on the satin sheet, needing to feel something, anything on my clit. He moves further down, reaching my silky slit and darts his tongue inside.
‘Oh, shit!’
I moan and writhe as electric pleasure jolts throughout my body. He licks and probes, exploring my cunt, tasting my juices. As I grind myself onto his mouth, the cuffs bite a little into my skin but after today, it’s a pain that I relish. He keeps on going, sucking at my labia, biting gently, pushing his tongue in and out. I buck forwards and backwards trying to get the pressure I need on my clit but it’s not enough, I’m at his mercy.
Eight’s breath falters as he speaks to me. ‘You are one horny bitch, aren’t you?’
If we were anywhere other than in this room, I would severely reprimand his use of ‘bitch’ but here and now it sends my pussy into overdrive. Instead of returning his tongue to my drenched cunt he prods with his fingers. Two, three? I have no clue but they feel good as they touch my inner walls. He slides them out and then forces them back in hard. A depraved finger fucking that has me twisting and turning, my ass bouncing up and down. And then just as quickly the fingers are withdrawn before I can reach climax. Eight grabs my thighs with his large hands. His palms are rough, working men’s hands which I didn’t expect given his earlier attire. I try to rise up but I’m trapped. Fuck, he has me dripping and my cunt begging.
I feel a sharp slap and my ass cheek stings at the force of his palm hitting my tender flesh. I groan and lift up for more. He makes me wait but placates me with more slip-sliding of his fingers along my clit and back into my cunt. Then another slap, the burn lasting for a few seconds.
I shout out ‘Yes!’ but my voice is muffled as I bury my head into the sheets.
‘You want more, don’t you?’
He doesn’t wait for an answer, he spanks me once, twice and a third final time. His weight shifts as he moves in closer, his legs touching mine, nestled between the soft inner flesh of my upper thighs. I brace myself, expecting him to enter me but instead, he leans forward and kisses my neck. He licks his way down to the top of my shoulder where the kisses resume and then he uses his teeth. The bite is gentle, not enough to draw blood but enough to send shivers down my spine. I turn my head to the side and his mouth finds mine. His hands roam my body, exploring the well-defined muscles of my back and the soft caress of my buttocks. It’s a sensual contrast to the sting of his slaps.
Eight lifts himself off again, kneeling back between my legs. Oh god, please let it be now! Let me feel that cock inside of me. I feel the grip of his hands around my hips as he raises me slightly, positioning the tip of his member at my slit and fuck me! He slides it straight in with one solid and determined motion.
‘Fuck!’
No time for eloquence from me, just a need to express the feeling that has me moving as best as I can with my ankles shackled. A slow withdrawal, inch by inch until he is back to his tip touching my lips and then a deep penetration that hits my cervix. Hands clamped around my frame, he fucks me, taking his time to make sure I feel every sensation in slow motion as he moves out then even better sensations as he pistons back in. The concept of time disappears as he keeps on, over and over, raw fucking that blunts the jagged edges of the day. Eight reaches up and grabs a fistful of my hair. He pulls my head up sharply without breaking his rhythm.
‘Do you like it?’ his voice breaks with unsteady breaths. ‘Yeah, you do, don’t you? Just… like.. this.’ He punctuates the final words with his thrusts. My cunt feels tender as he rams in but still, I need even more.
‘Yes, just like that!’
Eight releases my hair and I let my head fall onto the sheet. Both of his hands are back on my hips holding me steady as he keeps the pressure on, a callous fucking and I take it all, every delicious inch of it. The warmth in my cunt intensifies and ripples of pleasure throb in my clit. A few more thrusts and then I’m sent over the edge. My walls contract, wave after wave, my legs shudder and I buck onto his cock.
‘You’re cumming, aren’t you?’
I offer nothing but loud moans in response as my body continues to climax.
‘Fuck yes.’
Eight’s cock stiffens a fraction more as he speeds up, banging forcefully against my hot cunt walls that are pulsating over his cock. Harder, faster, deeper and then the release.
‘Oh shit!’
Warm jets of spunk pump into me as Eight holds me firmly in place. Spurt after spurt of his thick white cum ejaculating deep into my tight wet pussy. His thighs quiver as the last of his semen is released.
When he is done he falls on top of me, a heavyweight that squashes me into the mattress. We lie like that for a few minutes, both of us realigning back into the present. Eight rolls off then uses the key on the handcuffs to set me free, first my wrists then my ankles. I sit up and remove the blindfold and rub at the red lines on my pale skin. Eight takes a place next to me on the bed, reaches for a box of cigarettes and offers me one, which I decline.
‘Do you mind?’
‘No, it’s fine.’
He sparks one up, leans back against the headrest, takes a deep draw then lets the smoke drift out lazily between his lips. I have no desire to cosy up so I get up and start getting dressed.
‘Can I ask you a question?’
I hate questions but I let him continue. ‘Sure.’
‘Why this? I mean, if you hate men so much.’
‘I don’t hate all men.’ I let the silence sit heavily between us for a moment. ‘Just the ones that think they can do what they want when they want without consequence.’
Men like Daniel Harper, I think to myself. Then again, Daniel didn’t get away without consequence. Sure, the evidence might not have been as robust as Eva would have the press believe and they all protest their innocence when they see the end is inevitable. Okay, so he was one of the more convincing ones and truth be told, I wavered. However, there was enough evidence to seal his fate and just like vermin, men like him need eradicating. Five bullets, first his kneecaps, then his cock, one in the chest and a final one in his head. By the time I was done with him, there was one less shadow man in this fucking shitty world.
I collect my jacket and toss Eight a quick ‘thanks for the fuck,’ as I head out of the door with a clean slate and a loaded gun.
Make haste into the shadows, come away from the light,
For the rat catcher’s a-catching,
a-catching tonight.
