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Downfall part 3 (mf,mm)
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Subject: Downfall Part III (Fan Fic, f/m, light m/m)
Reply-To: [email protected] (Ms Chains)
Date: Mon Jul 3 02:12:53 1995
This story is sexually explicit and contains scenes of a sexual nature
involving a woman and two men. There is light male/male sexual
involvement. If you are offended by explicit sexual subject matter, or
are under 18, please consider yourself completely warned as to what
you are about to read. This is a story based on the characters
Pik VanCleef and Emil Fouchon of the movie Hard Target. It is also
based on a friend's theory that the two characters were, well, not
entirely of this world. The usual copyright stuff about the characters
not being of my making; I am merely borrowing them, and any
embellishment is entirely unauthorized and on my own.
Downfall, Part III
Then I heard Fouchon's voice roar out, "Pik!"
Pik stopped short, and he stood there, hate streaming from his
eyes. He would be willing to rip my throat out, and as I watched his
powerful hands clenching, I knew he was more than able. Only Fouchon
stood between me and death, or at best, a horrible beating.
Fouchon crossed the room and stood in front of Pik. "I never
thought I'd see you lose control of a woman. A WOMAN, Pik!! Now, you go
over there and pour yourself a drink, while I do your job for you."
With a final hate-filled glance in my direction, Pik crossed the
room and got a drink. He went to the window with it and stood there;
looking out. His body was stiff with rage.
Then Fouchon turned to me. He looked at me for a moment, and then
too quickly for me to react, he backhanded me. I slammed up against the
wall, and lost my balance. I would have fallen, but Fouchon brutally
grabbed my arm. I knew that there would be bruises there the next day.
He pulled me to him, tightly,
and for a moment his face contorted with rage. Then his features cleared.
He hissed with a horrible deadly menace, "That was a very stupid thing to
do! If you knew who you just hit, you would pray to every god in the
universe to save you." His voice turned suddenly gentle, and he stroked
my face where a bruise was already beginning to swell. "Ah, foolish
woman, pray all you want to; it's much too late for anyone to save you."
Then he roughly shoved me to the ground, and his hands went to his
zipper and his freed cock sprang out, fully erect. I looked up into his
face, and I don't know if it was the shadows and the alcohol, or what, but
I saw an expression of pure hateful malice cross his face. It chilled me
to the bone, and I began to back away from him.
I backed into something solid, and I looked up to see Pik grinning
down at me. I leapt to my feet, hoping to run away, but I was at a
disadvantage. Pik caught me, and I struggled against him. Suddenly, he
threw me to the ground, and the air whooshed out of my lungs.
While I lay there, trying to catch my breath, Fouchon tore my legs
apart and placed the head of his cock near my pussy. Though I struggled,
he held on to my thighs tightly, and teased my pussy with his cock. He
smiled when he saw how much I wanted it. As I tried to impale myself on
him, he pulled back, and then inserted just the tip inside of me. I lay
there, gathering my strength, aching
with need, and hoping, praying that he would give me the rest of it. When
he didn't, I surged up with my hips, trying to force it in. Again, he
pulled back.
I was mad with lust. I sat up and tried to strike him for teasing
me like he was. My fear had been shoved to the back of my mind, my need
was first and foremost. But Pik was still standing above us, and he saw
my intent and grabbed a handful of my hair to pull me back. He kneeled
down beside me, and pulled my head back painfully tight. He looked in my
face for a moment, and then ran his tongue up my throat to my ear. While
he began nibbling on my ear, Fouchon once again began masturbating me with
the velvety soft tip of that marvelous cock of his. Then Pik kissed me,
and began tongue-fucking my mouth. I eagerly sucked on it, and tears of
frustration began running down my face. "I'm sorry, please, help me. I
am soooo sorry, forgive me, I'll never do it again," I sobbed.
"Oh, luv, I don't know. It was a very serious thing, what you
did. I think maybe I should just put you back in the car and take you
home now. You aren't playing very nice, after all," he crooned into my
ear.
"No! No, please, just fuck me, please, that's all I want, baby,
just put that big cock of yours inside me and fuck me. I'm dying.
Please." They couldn't leave me like this anymore, I needed relief. I
would say or do anything for them.
"I don't know, what do you think, Emil?" he asked. I could hear
the amusement in his voice. "Do you think she'll behave now?"
I lay there panting. "I'll be good, I promise. No more hitting.
I'll do anything you want me to. Please," I begged them.
Then I heard Fouchon's husky voice. "Anything we want? That
sounds like a tempting offer." He smiled at Pik. "Do you have anything
we might want?"
I looked at him in confusion. "Just myself," I answered.
"Ah, your body," Fouchon replied. "But I can have that right now
if I want to." To prove his point, he stabbed me lightly with his cock.
I shivered with anticipated ecstasy. "But what else is there? What about
your soul?"
"My soul?" I asked him "Are you kidding?"
Pik and Fouchon exchanged a look. "Maybe I am, maybe not," he
replied. "But do you really want to take a chance? You said that you
would give us anything we want if we.....ease your discomfort. I have
said that I want your soul. We strike a bargain, and...." he pulled back
and placed his mouth on my pussy.
He lapped up my juices, and sent me skyrocketing towards ecstasy. Then he
stopped, and said, "But on the other hand, if there is no bargain, Pik
will just take you home now." He wiped his face fastidiously with the
handkerchief that Pik had produced, and then kissed Pik deeply to share
the taste of me with him. Then he looked at me again. "Well, what do you
say?"
"Yes, yes, anything, I want it now, lease......Ooooohhhhh!!" I
cried out as he slid his cock into me deeply. He pulled back and then
back in again. I came almost immediately. It was a small one, and I knew
that there would be others. My body was still like a live wire. Fouchon
fucked me deeply, and I thrashed underneath him, scratching and biting
him. I didn't think I would ever get enough. He slammed into me over and
over, while I voiced my pleasure. I had
many orgasms, some a little bigger, some smaller. None was the big one
that I knew was coming. I had the feeling that he was deliberately
pulling back. That was fine with me. Like Pik had told me earlier, this
was going to be a long night.
After some time, Fouchon stiffened and came with a deep moan of
satisfaction. He withdrew from me and Pik took his place between my legs.
Instead of giving me his cock, he placed his lips on my pussy and licked
up mine and Fouchon's juices, and driving me crazy in the process. Like
the man or not, he had one hell of a wicked tongue. He knew just when and
how hard to lick my clit to bring me on the verge of orgasm, but not
quite. When he was done lapping up all the excess cum, he stood up and
grasped my arm so I was standing as well. He looked down at me and then
picked me up and impaled me on his cock. I threw my head back and bucked
against him as he slid me up and down.
I looked over and saw Fouchon watching us. He had removed his
pants and had a very tight trim body. His cock was standing at attention
once more, and I looked forward to having him again. I had never before
performed for an audience, and it turned me on more than anything I'd ever
done.
Meanwhile, I was very impressed with Pik's stamina. He was
showing no signs of tiring. The position that he was holding me in made
my clit slam against his body ever time he impaled me deeply on his cock.
I think the bastard knew I was getting ready to cum, because he slid me
off of his cock, and then set me on
the ground on my stomach. Instinctively, I got on all fours, and waited
for Pik to come around behind me and fuck me. But instead, he came around
front and offered his prick to my willing mouth. As I began to lick the
taste of myself off of him, Fouchon grasped my hips and entered me from
behind. He entered me so violently that I cried out. I rocked back and
forth, a cock at either end.
Suddenly, Fouchon withdrew from me, and then used his finger to
lubricate my asshole with my own juices. I didn't like being fucked up
the ass, and I began to struggle, but between the two of them, I didn't
have a chance. I took my mouth off of Pik's cock, and said, "Please,
don't do that! I don't like it!" I increased my struggling, and then I
felt Fouchon lean over me, along my back,
and he whispered into my ear, "Just relax, and it won't hurt. I'll go
slowly, I promise."
Frightened, I just said softly, "Please don't."
He gently stroked my hair, and said, "Ssshhh. It'll be good.
Relax."
Trembling, I tried to relax, but the moment I felt the tip of his
cock probing me, I began to tense up. He said again, "Relax," and then he
began to finger my clit lightly. When I relaxed and began to get into it,
he slid his cock in a little deeper. I consciously had to make myself
relax, but despite my nervousness, he was finally all the way in. He
began to fuck myasshole slowly, gently, all the while tickling my clit.
After a few minutes, I totally relaxed, and
while I didn't fuck him back with the intensity that I would have if he
had been fucking my cunt, I did begin to enjoy it.
Suddenly, I realized that Pik was still in front of me with his
raging hard-on, and I took it back into my mouth. I licked and sucked
that gorgeous cock of his and then the two of them began fucking their
respective ends of me harder and faster. Pik grabbed my face and began
slamming his cock into my mouth. I was having a hard time breathing, but
I managed. I pushed my hips back at Fouchon so he could get deeper access
to me. They were both going at me like pistons in a V-8, and then, just
when I thought I couldn't take it any more, they both came. I listened to
these two men cry out, and I came again myself. Our voices all mingled
together in a primitive song of ecstasy. We all collapsed in a heap
together, breathing heavily, our bodies glistening with sweat.
We lay there for several minutes, and then disentangled ourselves
from each other. Pik went over to the bar where a steaming washbowl was
waiting. He reached into it, and withdrew a thick washrag. He gave it to
me, and I began to clean myself off. I cleaned my face and rinsed the
sweat and our intermingled fluids from my body. I went back to dip the
rag again, and found some more waiting in the bowl. Pik had already
gotten one and was reverently cleaning Fouchon's body. I watched them
together, and the sight of it started me to throbbing between my legs
again. I took two fresh rags from the bowl and walked over to the men. I
began to clean Pik, wiping the sweat from his face, and his throat. I
worked my way down to his softened cock and began to gently clean
it. I felt it begin to harden again, and I put my mouth on it and sucked
on it until it was once again stiff.
Taking the other rag, I finished washing Fouchon, and then treated
his cock to the same attention I had Pik's. I stood up, facing Fouchon,
and he bent down and gave me a deep kiss. He lowered his head to my
breasts and began sucking on my nipples. Pik got down on his knees and
slid between my legs in front of me. As Fouchon licked my nipples, Pik
spread wide my pussy lips and
began to eat me out. Shortly, I was once again begging for their stiff
pricks.
Fouchon stood up and went over in front of the fireplace. He got
down on the floor, propped up by some massive cushions, and then held his
hand out to me. I regretfully tore myself away from Pik's masterful lips,
and went over to where Fouchon lay.
I straddled him, but didn't take him into me right away. I
explored his chest, his arms, his wonderful hands with my fingers. I
looked at his face, stroked it, kissed it. I thought maybe that I loved
this man. At the very least, I would never forget him. He would be an
obsession with me for the rest of my life. I knew that. I didn't know
how I did, but I did. Tears began to come to my eyes, because I knew that
soon it would be over and I would probably never see him
again. As the tears rolled down my face, Fouchon looked at me with what I
thought might be pity, as if he knew what I felt. Vaguely, I heard the
door close as Pik left the room, but I didn't care. I was miserable.
Fouchon traced my tears to where they had gathered at my nipple,
waiting to drop, and he touched it lightly, and then brought his finger to
his lips. I put my hand against my cheek, and felt the soreness and
swelling where he had hit me. I knew that I would mourn in a few days
when it began to fade. As the tears shed
anew from my eyes, I looked at him, and said, "I love you."
He didn't seem surprised. "I know," he said. "You gave me your
soul, remember?" Through my tears, I gave a little laugh, and said, "I
guess I did." Slowly, lovingly, I reached down and caressed his warm
cock. I positioned myself and then slid down it, achingly slow. I stayed
there a moment, and slid back up. I found a good, strong, slow rhythm,
and I made love to him. For probably the first time in my life, I was
making love instead of just fucking. The beauty of it brought more tears
to my eyes.
We looked into each other's eyes, in some strange way speaking to
each other. It was like I'd known this man my whole life. He'd been in
the background, in the back of my mind, since I was old enough to think.
Somehow, he was a part of me.
His fingers caressed my body, setting it on fire, and his thoughts
were setting my mind on fire. This was what I had been looking for, when
I'd been out throwing my body to anyone who wanted it. This man loved me
too. He would care for me, take care of my every need. I would never
need anything but this man, ever again.
As I rode him, my body blazed with intensity. I knew that the
most glorious orgasm of my life was just within my grasp. His fingers
were stroking my body, intimately, and his thoughts were intimately
entwined with mine. I felt my orgasm beginning to build, and I threw my
head back, riding his cock violently, slamming up and down upon it. His
fingers were dancing over me, rubbing me just how I liked it, just the
right speed. He began to go faster, more intensely, and my riding
increased in intensity as well. I could feel it, and I began to call out
his name, over and over, only it didn't sound the same every time, but I
knew they were all his names just the same, and I kept calling him,
begging him, wrapping my tongue around ancient names in an ancient tongue
long forgotten, and as I exploded in glorious, crushing rapture I looked
deeply into the eyes of this man I loved with my entire body and soul, and
my scream of ecstasy became a howl of terror and loathing.
Beyond the eyes of the man I looked into the soul, and found The
Beast. I saw that I had been deceived, and I saw the delight of the
demons. There was one there, taking particular delight. Somehow I knew
that it was the one I had known as Pik. He led them as they closed in on
me, dancing madly, pulling at me, ripping pieces of flesh from my bones
and feasting on them. Then I felt a scream of ungodly despair from deep
inside of me, and I spoke my last words just before my soul was ripped
away from me.
"Mother? You were right."
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