Dream or Scream!?  (Jack Stalker and Kissin Kate)
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				Title: <strong>Dream or Scream!?  (Jack Stalker and Kissin Kate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jack Stalker</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 12:10:58</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Dream or Scream!? </span> </span></em></strong></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img03.imagefra.me/img/img03/1/11/15/madquest8/f_igpwu00j6xwm_51b4f11.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://img40.imagefra.me/img/img40/1/11/15/madquest8/f_r26m0ykeuujm_8992ff7.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size">&lt;</span></strong> <span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong> Stephanie Burk &nbsp; <strong>Nickname:</strong> “Steffie” or “Steph”&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Sex:</strong> Female&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Age:</strong> Just turned 21&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><strong>Slasher Archetype:</strong> Insaniously Flirty<br><strong>Personality:</strong> Loves to meet new people, and of course to flirt. She’s always flirting, guys or girls doesn’t matter, though always tending more to guys. Although she’s not always aware that she’s flirting, but it’s sometimes pretty obvious when she does it. She knows that she looks good and sometimes flaunt and brags about, so she get’s a little obnoxious from time to time. Otherwise she’s a very sweet charming girl, but with a strong will. She will whoop your ass if she thinks you deserve it. She’s wild and spontaneous and always up for an adventure, not much frightens her, even though she’s sometimes bothered by heights depending on how high up she is.<br><strong>Appearance:</strong>Long smooth legs, softly tanned and a bright white smile and contagious laugh. She usually wears tight short dresses, or short shorts and a tight top. She see's no need in covering up a perfect body more then necessary, just to leave a little to the imagination.</span><br><strong><span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size">&gt;</span></strong> <span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong> Jason Steadman&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Nickname:</strong> None (yet)&nbsp; <strong>Sex:</strong> Male&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Age:</strong> 28&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Slasher Archetype:</strong> Talk dark stranger<br><strong>Personality:</strong> Professional, discrete and level headed, Jason has a chivalrous streak but also has a secretive side and does not like to talk about his past unless pushed or convinced to. He is a good listener and generally has a comment to lighten the mood or impart some good advice. Jason has fallen into the Bodyguard / Chauffeur line of work after a short but eventful career working for the police. He has a great sense of sarcastic humour but knows when to joke and when to get serious. His last girlfriend vanished on him a year ago and is currently listed on police files as missing.<br><strong>Appearance:</strong>Tall, dark and handsome, manages to pull off the unkempt hair and stubble look, usually dressed in dark clothing even when he is not in his chauffeurs uniform. Has sharp clear eyes and an athletic build.</span><br><br><br><br><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">Stephanie Burk</span></em></span>, Burk was not a very flattering name for a girl, but Jason had checked out her photo in the client file, before accepting the assignment from her father, and had discovered that she was sensational, she had curves to die for and devastatingly sexy legs, that she liked to show off in a variety of short dresses and skirts. The job was to act as her driver and unofficially to keep an eye on her and make sure she did not get into any trouble. This was easier said than done since he hardly ever got to actually leave the car and accompany her into any of the parties she went to, but he did not think it was a job that required him to be watching over her life, it was more that her parents did not want her going off with the wrong man... or woman by the scenes outside a few clubs that he had witnessed, of course girls usually just flirted with each other to tease boys.<br><br>Strangely, although he knew little about her past and tended to keep his own sketchy, he seemed to hit it off with her. It was obvious that she had money and was way out of his league dating wise, but he could not help but smile when she smiled and laugh when she laughed, she had an infectious laugh that always had others around her grinning. It was easy to see that she was going to be a major heart breaker even if she was not already. He enjoyed talking with her and listening to her stories and anecdotes about the various functions, parties and premieres she went to, getting in to some pretty amazing events. One thing that he had noticed in the few weeks that he had been Miss Burks driver was that she liked people to call her Steffie or Steph, although he usually called her Miss Burk when he was opening doors for her or acting officially around other people. The other thing that he had noticed was that she always tended to go home alone, and while he did not yet realise why, that always seemed to put him in a good mood.<br><br>Tonight was Saturday, well it was Sunday morning to be precise, Jason was waiting outside one of Steph's friends houses to take her home after another night of wild partying. He was almost beginning to miss going to parties himself, she partied so much that he was missing out himself, he could not be out when she was obviously, and while she went to many amazing places (some that he had been to himself a few months ago), now all he did was wait to take her home from them. He grinned to himself, he was beginning to make his life sound a lot worse than it was. The truth was that it was worth waiting for her, just to hear the latest tale that she was ready to tell him, even if recently she had not seemed herself, it was like she was holding something back...<br><br>Maybe tonight she would open up a little more and tell him what was really on her mind...<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dream or Scream!?  (Jack Stalker and Kissin Kate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kissin Kate</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 23:08:40</strong>
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				Steph had huffed and complained loudly when her father told her that he were gonna hire a driver and sorta bodyguard for her. Why did he have to do that, she wasn't a kid anymore. She had turned 21 about a month ago now. She was sure she knew what she was doing and where her life was going.<br><br>Well that is, she complained until she actually got to meet him. Jason Steadman! Studman was more like it she thought as she had looked him up and down quickly like she always did when she meet a new guy. She had no complaints what so ever anymore. She would gladly let him drive her all around town, heck the entire world if he wanted to. He was dark, tall and gorgeous. But her mind was already working hard in thinking out a plan that allowed her to wrap him around her finger without him even realising it. She was an obvious flirt at some points, but she could often tell what a guy liked by just looking at him. She wanted to try and tease Jason, at least a little bit although she never saw herself as being able to keep to one guy.<br><br>As they were riding in the car they never discussed there past, even though they could talk to eachother for the entire ride. But it was always about rescent events, parties and some different future things. Mostly it was her discussing the events from the latest party she had been to. Since she liked to go out as often as possible. She was rarely drunk even though she could've easily been since everywhere she went all the guys, ad sometimes even the girls, wanted to buy her a drink. But mostly she just accepted one or two. She was a flirt for all that it was worth but she wasn't stupid.<br><br>The latest party though had been at home at one of her best friends, Betty to be more exact. The party had brought more guests then counted for but everyone just accepted it as long as no one did anything out of order. Luckily no one had and the party had been a success. Most of the guests had left the house and Steffie and some of the original guests had remained to help with the clean-up. Not that funny a task, but something that had to be done. As they finished up they smiled at eachother and then kissed lightly before heading out to the car that was already waiting for her. They had been on the staircase as they had kissed, and she knew that Jason was looking, the truth was that she hoped he did. To her kissing Betty was just like kissing her sister, it didn't really bother her and there was nothing special about it. To them that was like shaking hands.<br><br>She stretched and yawned as she strolled closer to the car. Her black, thigh short, silky, tight dress shaped well to her body. And with that deep clevage in the front it was impossible to not look there at some point and she knew it. She had gotten quite some looks, pinches and compliments, and that suited her just fine. Indeed the party had been a huge success, but now when the music was gone as well as the sound she once again began to think about her most recent dreams. What did they mean?Why did they come to her? Why now?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dream or Scream!?  (Jack Stalker and Kissin Kate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jack Stalker</strong> on <strong>16-11-2009, 13:15:24</strong>
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				Jason had never been interested in sluts as he was not the kind of guy interested in that sort of woman. He hoped that Steph was not that kind of girl and that even if she did enjoy flirting she did not end up biting off more than she could chew one day by teasing the wrong guy. With a body like hers and such a beautiful face and smile it would be hard for some young guys to rein back their feelings and behave like gentlemen if she pushed them too far. More than likely it would have to be him who stepped in to sort out whatever mess she started. Not that he would mind stepping in and helping her out, it would be no problem, she was a great girl and in his eyes no way did she deserve to get taken advantage of just because she liked to flirt a little. In fact he wondered why she never seemed to flirt with him, did he just overlook the signs and signals or was going that far with the hired help beneath her? It should not have mattered to him since he was not looking to get involved with anyone anyway, yet somehow it did.<br><br>Jason was keeping a keen eye open for Steph and sure enough at about the time he had expected her to, she appeared, she was rarely drunk and even when she was it was more like tipsy in his opinion, he never had to carry her to the car or anything like that. As he thought about what it would be like to slip his hands around her and lift her into the air, one hand on her waist the other around her incredible legs, he saw her emerge from her friends house, stopping to kiss her on the stairs. The kiss did not get any kind of reaction from him, he could see that it was just one friend kissing another goodbye, lots of girls expressed themselves in such a fashion. It was nothing unusual especially for a girl like Steph, although he wondered for a moment if she had not done it just for his benefit. <br><br>He kept a very keen eye on her as she came down the stairs, nothing but heels and legs going all the way up her perfect body and vanishing into the tiny black dress she was wearing. He thought women had a principle to not flash cleavage and legs at the same time. Steph must have decided to ignore that rule and he was glad of it, she had the most incredible body and although she showed if off every time she went out it still got him a little hard on every occasion he decided to check her out. The dress was so tight, clinging to every curve, when Steph finally stopped flirting and decided to give in to some guy, or ravage him, that guy would be one of the luckiest on earth. <br><br>He put any inappropriate thoughts out of his head involving those legs and stepped out of the car, moving to the rear door to open it as she approached, his cap nestled straight on his head, his eyes locked on hers like she was the only person in the world, they never strayed to her breasts or legs, not when she was watching. He made sure of it. “Your chariot awaits Miss Burk.” He said in a friendly but professional manner. He would have loved to watch her get into the car without flashing her underwear, if that was even possible. But he always made sure that his gaze was averted, otherwise it would be unprofessional of him. Plus he was always telling himself that Steph would never be interested in a guy like him. Not if she knew the truth about him.<br><br>Not if she knew what really happened to his ex girlfriend.<br><br>He made sure that she was in the back and then slid back into the drivers seat. “Seatbelt on Miss Burk.” he said. She knew by now that he would not move the car until she was safely restrained. It could be a long wait for Miss Burk to get buckled in, depending on her mood. Jason did not mind though, after all it was his job to look after her, whether she wanted him to or not. He knew what a car crash could do to a pretty young face all too well.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dream or Scream!?  (Jack Stalker and Kissin Kate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kissin Kate</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 13:20:51</strong>
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				Steffie was far from a slut even though she liked to tease and flirt with guys, and gals sometimes if in the mood, until they almost went crazy. Even though she wasn't a slut she was far from innocent, but nothing she found a need to brag about and she could usually find a way after every single time to get the other part to keep it to themselvs so that no rumours would come out and destroy her good reputation. Even Jason didn't know about all of her conquers, so to speak. She knew Jason would help her if she needed it though, but yet he was still just the driver. He hadn't needed to interfere yet.<br><br>She smiled at him as he opened the door for her and stroked his left cheek at the same time. "Thank you Jason." The hand stroking the cheek could be just a friendly act or it could be something more there was no sure way of knowing that. Given the kind of person Steffie was. She tried to put the strange ideas out of her head, for now at least. She got in to the car and he closed the door as she seattled inside. She flashed him another one of her famous smiles as he sat down in his seat once again. She checked him out as always, but she knew how to hide it. He looked just as goregous today as he did any other day as well. <br><br>She was wondering what he thought about her. She had noticed him looking at her sometimes, with the eyes she had seen so many, many times before. But perhaps she just mixed it up with being protective as he never did anything else. The past few nights dreaming had made her unsure and she was more mellow and timid then she used to be, but she tried hard to not let anyone notice that. She didn't want them to worry about her. She could take care of herself. She kept her eyes at Jason for a little while longer and then she leaned back and closed her eyes. Her thoughts once again beginning to wonder about the meaning of those dreams.<br><br>She stretched again, arching her back as she did, and didn't really pay attention to Jason's words about the seatbelt. Or perhaps she didn't hear them at all. She crossed one leg over the other putting them against the seat in front of her, most likely flashing part of her underwear as she did, but she really didn't think of it right now. When she noticed that they weren't moving she opened her eyes and then quickly put the belt on, while trying to shake the bad feeling off that she got from thinking about the dreams. Licking her lips as she glanced at Jason and then looked out the window as he started driving, her legs still crossed. she starred at her reflection in the car window. She would have to do something about these dreams soon, but what? And what did the dreams mean? How would she be able to do anything at all about it if she didn't even know that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dream or Scream!?  (Jack Stalker and Kissin Kate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jack Stalker</strong> on <strong>18-11-2009, 00:36:43</strong>
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				Jason wondered if that brush against the cheek had been anything other than a friendly gesture. He knew that Steph was a touchy feely sort of girl, so the chances were that it was just her being her normal self. Yet his experiences in life so far had shown him that, in reality, coincidence could not be used to explain away everything. Still it could be that he was just misreading the situation. He had to keep reminding himself that he was just a member of staff effectively, an employee. She was not necessarily acting this way because she liked him as anything other than perhaps a friend, it was probably because she felt she could trust him, she felt that as an employee she did not have to worry about him doing anything improper. She was right of course, he would never act on any of the improper thoughts that often ran through his head when he saw her in outfits like the one she was wearing right now, designed to show off every inch of her incredible legs and flatter every perfect curve on her body. H smiled as he remembered what he thought she might look like and how he reasoned that she might act, before he got a look at the file.<br><br>Taking on this job could prove to be the best choice he had ever made regarding his work. He never once considered that it might be his last.<br><br>He noticed that Steph seemed a little off tonight, a little more quiet as she settled into her seat, almost slipping on her seatbelt as an afterthought after spending a few moments glancing out of the window, or was she gazing at it, not seeing what was outside? He could tell that she was distracted as he adjusted the rear view mirror as always so that he could get a good look at her eyes. His gaze travelled up her legs first though, he was a trying to be a professional but he had never seen so perfect a figure before and so occasionally allowed himself to check her out now and again, he could not help himself. He often wondered what would happen if he was rich enough to attend one of the parties that Steph breezed in and out of so casually, wondered what would have happened if they had met under different circumstances.<br><br>They drove away from her friends and headed out of the city, it was a long drive to her mansion located outside the city limits. The highway was unusually dark, perhaps due to the fog that was starting to roll in, obviously the weather was starting to take a turn for the worse, unexplained fog banks had been appearing for a few nights now, the weather forecasters blathering out stuff about pressure and fronts, all over his head. All he had to do was make sure that the heating was on at the perfect temperature, so that those amazing legs of Steph’s did not end up freezing in the back of the limo.<br><br>Right now though he cleared his throat and spoke up. “Miss Burk, are you feeling alright, you seem a little distracted? I hope that everything went well at the party?” his voice was even but friendly in tone as he looked at her in the mirror, watching her arch her back and lick her lips in perfectly natural motions that somehow seemed to tease him. Made him think about how beautiful she was, made him almost consider the possibility that she was preening herself for him. Of course she might just be stretching after a tiring night dancing and partying, or licking her lips because they were dry.<br><br>He flashed her a concerned smile in the mirror. Hoping that she would feel that she could talk to him about any problems she might be having.<br><br>The only problems that he had ever had in his life were his ex girlfriend…<br><br>Oh and the weird dreams of course…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dream or Scream!?  (Jack Stalker and Kissin Kate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kissin Kate</strong> on <strong>18-11-2009, 01:21:51</strong>
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				Steffie was so lost in thought tonight that she didn't even notice his admiring gaze upon her legs and figure. At any given night she would've sucked it all in and just laughed and smiled at him, joking and talking non stop. But not tonight. <br><br>The driver home was going to take a long while, which gave her a lot of time to think about her recent dreams and the possible meaning of them. Her eyes was following the changing nature outside. From the hot, streaming lights of the city to the more mellow look as they got out of town. The fog came as a surprise. Tonight again! This had been going on for days now. Where did the fog come from? As far as she knew no one else knew where it came from either. Was that even possible? Well thank god it was warm in the car. A faint smile began to play on her lips at that thought. He was so good to her sometimes. Her gaze left the window and glanced at him slightly, secretly. Beautiful.<br><br>She giggled as he spoke, trying to shake that weird feeling off she had been getting when she thought about her dreams again. The fog not helping either. "Jason, when will you learn that you can call me Steffie or Steph when it's just us! You just need to use those formal titels out in public, and that's just because my father says so." She flashed a big smile at him, genuine even though the dreams were still putting her mood down, but she was decided on not letting it show to much. As she had said before. She didn't want people to worry about her. "Yeah, the party was just great. Well except for a few uninvited guests but it all worked out anyway." She tilted her head and watched his face, she could see the concern in his eyes. Why was he so worried about her? He didn't have to be. Her father wouldn't have been worried about her being a little distracted and off, most likely he would've welcomed a little peace and quiet.<br><br>She kept watching him quietly. There was something she wanted to ask him, but she didn't know how to frace it. She leaned back and closed her eyes for a few seconds as she thought about it. Then speaking out loud. Eyes still closed and leaned back against the seat. "Jason have you ever had dreams that you can't explain? I mean like really weird dreams."<br><br>Well now she had said it. Now the only question was, was he gonna think her crazy or would he admit to sometimes having those kind of dreams himself?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dream or Scream!?  (Jack Stalker and Kissin Kate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jack Stalker</strong> on <strong>18-11-2009, 19:17:08</strong>
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				Jason realised that a little too much concern must have been showing on his face. But he could not help it. He would have to try better to look more neutral and professional, it was not a good idea to give too much away with your face, that is why he had never worked under cover when he had been with the police and why he always tried to maintain a professional air when he was working. In fact Steph was the only person who got him to climb out from behind his mask of professionalism now and again, there was something about her manner and smile that broke down his attempts to act in the way he thought a chauffeur should act, like on all the movies he had seen. Serious, passionless, emotionless. <br><br>Maybe he had just been watching the wrong movies.<br><br>“Sorry Steph, I just get used to talking and behaving in a professional way. There are plenty of people who would have me fired for not calling them Mr This or Mrs That, I guess it just takes a while to get used to.” Jason flashed her a warm smile. “I guess I need to get used to it more. I don’t want you to think I’m some stuffy chauffeur with no sense of humour.” he added with a smile. “But I wasn’t sure what sort of mood you were in…” he listened to her other comments. He liked it when she was talking, there was something about the sound of her voice, he did not know quite what it was but he knew that he missed it when she was not speaking as much as usual. He would never be thankful for peace and quiet where she was concerned, in fact the silence only alerted him to the fact that something was off.<br><br>“Uninvited guests? You know I can help you out with any problems like that don’t you? You can just call me.” he knew she had his cell number. Jason made sure that she knew he was there to do more than just drive her car. He was there to make sure she did not get into any trouble.<br><br>He watched her lean back in the rear view mirror, closing her eyes, then he heard her talk about something he never thought he would hear anybody talk about again. Weird dreams. What did she know about those, he was about to comment when he realised that Steph must just be talking about normal levels of weird, the sort of weirdness that everybody experienced at some point in their lives. “Everybody has weird dreams that they can’t explain. There are people that make a living out of trying to decipher the meanings of dreams.” he replied. “What makes you think that your dreams are that weird?” they could not be that weird, surely.<br><br>Looking up into the mirror he noticed that Steph looked so calm and peaceful lying back in her seat, the warmth of the car and the comfort of the leather caressing her and easing her into a sudden restful sleep by the looks of it, her voice had sounded tired and Jason figured it would not do any harm to let her drift off if she wanted to, he could wake her when they were closer to home, after all a short nap in the back of the car would not do her any harm.<br><br>He wondered what she was dreaming about right now… or whether she was just resting her eyelids for a few seconds as she decided what to say to him next.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Kissin Kate</strong> on <strong>18-11-2009, 20:12:11</strong>
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				"I know Jason. But it's just that I feel like an old lady everytime you call me Miss Burk." She smiled back at him. He was always so sweet to her, trying his hardest to please her it seemed. Well she couldn't complain about that. "Well that would've been bad Jason, if you had been a stuffy chauffeur I mean. Then the rides home would've been dreadful for sure. There would've been nothing to look at." She chuckled and winked playfully at him. Oh how she loved teasing him in every way possible. Even if she was bumbed out or distracted like tonight he could always make her feel better.<br><br>"Of course I know I can call you, but I didn't think it necessary as long as they didn't do anything. They were actually quite nice, and cute as well." She thought about the two boys she had made out with at the party, but that was a story she could tell him later.<br><br>Leaning back in the seat with her eyes closed waiting for an answer to her question about the dreams. She just hoped that he wouldn't call her crazy. She was sorta relieved when his answer came, but still not. Of course everyone had weird dreams sometimes, but this was something more. But she didn't know how to explain it. She couldn't find the right words for it. "Of course everyone does" she responded after a short moment of silence. "What I meant was, really, really weird dreams. That kind when everything feels so real that you can't be sure if you're dreaming or not. And when you eventually wake up it feels as if the dream were still there if you just reached out your hand you could grab it." She opened her eyes and looked at him. Something was reflecting in her eyes, although he couldn't make out what it was. Fear? Worry? Lust? <br><br>Steffie kept her eyes on his in the rear view mirror as she waited for him to reply. It wasn't even sure that he saw whatever it was that was reflected in her eyes. And even though it was warm in the car she felt a shiver going down her spine as last nights dream made itself clear in pictures in her head. Rewinding itself in her mind. She grabbed the seat tightly, but tried to hide it as she didn't want him to be more worried about her then he already was.<br><br>What would he say? Would he call her crazy now or did he know what she meant?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dream or Scream!?  (Jack Stalker and Kissin Kate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jack Stalker</strong> on <strong>19-11-2009, 18:19:29</strong>
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				Jason realised that the party crashers were not as uninvited as he had first thought from the look in Steph’s eyes for a second. Obviously she must have flirted with them, after all that was her way of dealing with everyone, even him he realised. He knew then for certain that he would only ever be a friendly ear to bend, she was too far out of his league to consider him a viable prospect, plus even if she did it would more than likely just be to use and abuse him as a toy or a plaything. Jason was not sure if he was ready for that, not after everything that had happened to him in the past.<br><br>He listened to her talking about weird dreams more, but if there was any recognition of that sort of experience in his eyes it did not show, he merely nodded. Not really knowing what to say. “Maybe you have been partying too hard, you know that you are out over almost every weekend and often during the week as well. It might just be this kind of lifestyle catching up with you.” he ventured, dropping the speed of the car a little as the fog closed in around them. The fog lights struggling to penetrate the mist and find the road ahead. <br><br>“How long have these vivid dreams been going on? What sort of things happen in them?” he said as she opened her eyes again, he sensed her tensing as she spoke. She was young, but hardly a teenager to be scared by nightmares… if that is what they were. “I knew a psychologist once, he talked about how to handle nightmares, or bad dreams, you need to talk about them to someone, then write them down and visualise&nbsp; taking control of the nightmare and giving it a different ending, then you can make the nightmare into something that you can direct yourself, like a movie. You are talking about nightmares I assume.” he paused. <br><br>“You aren’t doing any sort of new drugs are you Steph. No disrespect intended, but you must know about all the weird stuff out there cut with god knows what. If you get hooked on that stuff anything could happen.”&nbsp; he knew all too well the effects that drugs could have on people. It would be a shame to see someone as beautiful as her fucked up by some new experimental powder or something. “If you really want to use drugs you know that I can hook you up with something safe right?” he would rather not of course, but he would rather that she get clean stuff from him than from idiots who had cut their stuff with stuff that could mess someone up really badly.<br><br>“Look, if you need to talk to someone, why not talk to me. You know it’s not going to get spread as a rumour and it will go no further than the inside of this car. Why not just talk to me about the dreams or nightmares that you’ve been having. It will help you feel better. Trust me…” he said.<br><br><em>I know it will</em>, he thought.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dream or Scream!?  (Jack Stalker and Kissin Kate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kissin Kate</strong> on <strong>19-11-2009, 21:52:44</strong>
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				Steffie glanced in secret at Jason. She would've enjoyed it even more if he had been one of the party crashers. But that she couldn't tell him. It wasn't suiting for a girl in her position to flirt around with the hired help. Not that she really cared about those rules. But she really didn't want to get him fired. She was far more attached to him then perhaps any of them realised. No normal driver would accept the hard task of driving her back and forth all across town almost everyday. Even if he was paid good money for it.<br><br>She tried to relax, but it was hard to do since the dreams where up for discussion. She shook her head at his suggestion about to much partying. "No I don't think it's that. I don't know how to explain the dreams. It's sort of embaressing as well." Her cheeks blushed lightly, taking on a deeper red color then normal. She didn't usually blush or get embaressed by things. It never seemed as she were keeping any kind of secrets. Not much could embaress her so what in the world was happening in those dreams of hers? She licked her lips and looked back up at him.<br><br>"Well, only a couple of days, but..." She bit down on her lower lip as she looked away from him. "Well that's just the problem. I don't really know how to explain the things that are happenings in the dreams. I can't even decide if I'm scared or happy." She stared up at him with big eyes as he mentioned the word drugs. "I ain't that stupid. I don't need anything like that destroying my body from inside. Why mess with something that is already perfect." She giggled and winked at him as she flashed him a big smile and crossed one leg over the other again, revealing her silky smooth, slender legs. She knew he liked them. She had caught him looking at them every now and then. Immediatly she was able to relax, this subject was something she was more familiar with. "What you don't think my body is perfect already? You need something more inside then already is?" She loved to tease him. She wanted to see how far she could drive him. How much would it take before he gave in? Until he caved to her will.<br><br>She smiled at him. "I know you won't spread the word around, but right now I don't know how to explain it. Maybe later." She leaned back and stretched against the seat, closing her eyes again. It wasn't until now she realised how tired she was. She yawned and relaxed as she began to drift off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dream or Scream!?  (Jack Stalker and Kissin Kate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jack Stalker</strong> on <strong>20-11-2009, 10:23:12</strong>
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				Jason was surprised to see signs of embarrassment. That was a little intriguing since he could never imagine Steph as someone who got embarrassed. He knew for a fact that with a body like hers and the way she showed it off she surely could not be the sort of girl to get embarrassed or ashamed of her body. Nudity could not be a problem surely? She was the sort he imagined going topless on a beach in the med without a second thought, he body was incredible, he knew he had seen enough of it in her fabulous party outfits, he never seemed to get tired of her legs though, he could rake his eyes up and down them when she was not watching him with ease.&nbsp; <br><br>More and more he thought about what it would be like to run his hand along them instead of his eyes, but of course he was getting way ahead of himself. He had a job to do and if he let Steph know or guess what he was thinking sometimes, then she would stop trusting him and he did not want that.<br><br>He heard Steph say that she had been having the ‘dream’ come nightmares for a couple of days now, that was hardly anything. She seemed pretty affected by them though. “Embarrassing? That doesn’t sound like you at all Steph. You can tell me, I’m a grown up.” He flashed her a grin in the mirror, trying to keep the mood light as she explained that she did not know if she was happy or scared. That did not sound like the dreams he had experienced. In fact he would not use either of those words to describe them.<br><br>Jason was glad to hear that Steph was not into drugs, he stayed away from them himself, when he could… at least the ones that had no other purpose than to make you feel good. Unfortunately the only really good thing that drugs did was to take away all your normal problems and replace them with just one. A drug problem. His thoughts about drugs vanished as he heard her mercilessly teasing him. Of course there was just one thing he could think of that could destroy her body from inside, but he was just her friend and her driver. Chances were that she would never get to see it, or feel it. It was probably for the best, considering his past there was every reason to avoid getting involved again, particularly with a tease.<br><br>Just as it seemed that she might start to open up a little she started to drift off again. He considered switching off the heating but there was no point trying to pressure her into telling him about her dreams, it was up to her. If she just wanted to take a nap there was nothing wrong with that, after all it would be a while before they got back. In fact he had been forced to drop the speed quite a bit, the fog outside was brutal, the road barely visible. He could almost swear he had seen the same signpost more than once.<br><br>He mentally chastised himself for feasting his eyes on her as she slept, it was like he was taking advantage of a friend, but it was harmless, there was nothing wrong with admiring a beautiful woman.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dream or Scream!?  (Jack Stalker and Kissin Kate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kissin Kate</strong> on <strong>21-11-2009, 12:23:58</strong>
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				Steph could feel her cheeks blush and just hoped he had no idea why. Cause for some reason that would be even more embaressing. She smiled up at him just trying to be her normal flirty self. "Actually, you're the one person I can't tell this to. And besides you're not that much older then I am. Only seven years." She giggled and reached her tongue out at him It wa always nice that she was able to relax around him. No matter what had happened before or what she was thinking about. He could always make it seem less pressing or important.<br><br>She could tell that he was happy that she weren't in to drugs. But she bet he couldn't tell the reason why. She had gotten drugs in her system once before and that wasn't really an experience she wanted to try again. It was still a really bad memory of hers. something she wasn't sure he knew about since it had been before his time. Way before he had started on this job. Perhaps that memory had something to do with some of the stuff that was happening in her dreams? It wouldn't be impossible, right?<br><br>She was frustrated that she couldn't seem to crack him. Any other guy she met would be all over her now, but not him. In a way it was releaving, but she just wished sometimes that he would step out of the role he had on when he was working, which was always, and just be a guy. Surely she hadn't gotten his signals wrong, had she?<br><br>The thoughts were spinning like crazy in her head as she began to drift off to sleep. Although she could still see his face before her eyes, it kept her calm as her dreams lured just 'round the corner of her mind. She knew that as soon as she feel asleep there would be no way out unless the dream wanted her out. <br><br>She feel asleep as the fog kept rolling in over the road, and Jason sorta cursing over it as he had to drop the speed even more. She was still smiling in her sleep, she could still hear his voice. It was calming even if he was angry and frustrated.<br><br><em>She opened her eyes and looked around. Nothing seemed to have changed, perhaps she hadn't really fallen asleep. Maybe she just thought that she had? Then she noticed that the car wasn't moving. Why weren't they moving. Surely they couldn't be home already? She looked out the window, the fog was thicker then ever.<br><br>She gasped as she suddenly felt a hand upon her shoulder. Quickly she turned around only to find Jason sitting right next to her. She relaxed and smiled at him. "Jason don't scare me like that!" She stroked his cheek and moved closer. "Why did you stop the car? We're not home yet." He pointed outside towards the fog. She nodded, she understood. He couldn't see to drive. It was better to wait it out then. And it seemed just like he knew what he wanted to do. He reached out his hands and grabbed a hold of her wrists, moving forward so that he now was on top of her. Her eyes sparkled as she smiled up at him. "I never thought you'd do this. You can't believe how much I've longed for this Jason!" She could hardly finish her sentence before his lips were all over hers, his tongue invading her mouth. And she loved every second of it. Closing her eyes just enjoying the ride. His grip tightened around her wrists but she didn't mind it at all. Their kiss got even deeper, more intense. She didn't want it to stop. Never wanted it to stop. This was the only thing she needed. The one thing she had been searching for her whole life.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dream or Scream!?  (Jack Stalker and Kissin Kate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jack Stalker</strong> on <strong>27-11-2009, 07:25:15</strong>
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				Although the fog was thick Jason kept a steady speed up, well it was a steady crawl more like. He could not risk a more sensible speed for although he had traveled this road dozens of times before, while busy taking Steph to and from her home, tonight the area seemed different somehow, it did not seem familiar at all, even though he should have been able to drive the route with his eyes closed. It was all very confusing, he might have made a wrong turn somewhere while he was talking to Steph, it was possible he thought to himself, but he was usually to professional to make such a mistake. Jason hoped that this tiny slip up would not count against him since he needed this job, although he hardly felt that Steph would say something to get him sacked. She seemed to like him, or at least she acted in a way he saw as friendly most of the time. Of course it was often difficult to predict exactly how someone from her background would react from day to day especially where the ‘hired help’ was concerned.<br><br>Like right now, for example. Steph had seemed to be in a strange mood about these dreams she was having, he had offered to listen to her, to provide a friendly ear and as soon as he had thought that she might be breaking down to tell him about them she dozed off. He guessed that she might have had a little too much to drink tonight, leaving her unusually tipsy. She certainly was not going to be opening up to him now. Chances are she would be asleep until he got her home, whenever that would be. The fog and the road had him pretty much lost, though he would never admit as much. He frowned as a road sign he definitely did not recognise flashed by, Kruger highway? He had never heard of it, all the side roads that led away looked the same. He was not pretty much lost… he was lost.<br><br>Where the hell were they?<br><br>Jason slowed the car gently down so as not to disturb Steph and pulled over at the side of the road, quietly sliding up the partition between the front and rear of the car, so that he would not wake Steph, he opened the door and moved outside, quietly grabbing a map and a torch from the glove compartment. There was a definite chill in the air as he spread the map out on the bonnet and started searching for their location. He wished the company had decided to spring for a sat nav for the limo, instead he was reduced to using a torch and paper.<br><br>After about ten minutes he gave up, the lines did not correspond to anything that looked familiar, not that he could see more than twenty feet around them. He wondered if it was going to get worse. In fact he wondered about a lot of things while he was outside the car and out of sight of Steph. He wondered about how hot it would feel to slide between her amazing thighs and touch the heat between her legs, about how her hot wet lips would feel against his and about how her screams would vibrate against his body as he opened up her tight holes with his monstrous cock. He was allowed to think these things since he was sort of off duty out here looking at a worthless map. It was not so improper to think about what he could do to a woman with a body like hers when he was not actually staring her in the eyes or being her friend. He was happy to be her friend of course, but every now and again he wondered what it would be like to sink into her flesh and treat her like a whore.<br><br>He was only human after all.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dream or Scream!?  (Jack Stalker and Kissin Kate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kissin Kate</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 01:49:40</strong>
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				The fog was just as thick for Jason as it was for Steph in her dream, cause it was a dream wasn't it? She always had a hard time to keep them apart, at least the ones she had had the last couple of days. And she wasn't really feeling relaxed and refreshed as she woke from them. In fact she felt even more tired then when she went to sleep and sometimes she was even sore, but she didn't know how that was even possible.<br><br>As for the drinking part, she hadn't even taken one today. If they checked she wouldn't have a single drop of alcohol in her bloodstream. She knew how to have fun anyway. Even though some people were always stupid enough to think that you needed to get drunk at parties to have fun. She always rolled her eyes at those people. They were always more likely to embaress theirselvs then anything else. <br><br>Since she was asleep she did not notice Jason's trouble with finding the right way in the fog. She didn't even expect him to get lost. He had driven this road back and forth so many times that he should be able to find the way back blindfolded. That much she knew she could trust him with. She continued to sleep as the car come to a halt and Jason went outside to check the map. Her father was a little old fashioned when it come those kind of things and didn't really trust today's electronic's that much.<br><br>When he stopped the car that was when things started to turn around to the bad in her dream.<br><br><em>Steph could hardly believe her luck. She couldn't believe that it really was her hot driver Jason that was all over her right at this second. But now something in her head told her that something was wrong, terribly wrong. Why would anything be wrong? She had just what she wanted, didn't she? She pulled away to look at his face, but his grip hardened around her wrists and he layed down on top of her, pinning her down on the seat. She was starting to be a little afraid now. "Jason?" She whispered, praying that he would answer her with his sweet voice.<br><br>But the voice she heard didn't belong to him. The voice she heard sounded hard, unkind, gleefull and mean. "Whose Jason?" The man pulled back but what she saw made her scream out loud in terror. Desperatly she tried to pull free, kicking and screaming. "Let me go!" The voice was beginning to laugh and she felt like the laughter was slowly sucking the air out of the car. Fighting was usless.</em><br><br>As her high-pitched scream in terror echoed in her dream so it did in real life. And she was tossing and turning wildly on the seat. Almost as if she were in pain or something like it. Surely Jason would be able to hear her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dream or Scream!?  (Jack Stalker and Kissin Kate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jack Stalker</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 15:41:46</strong>
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				Jason was lost not only in the physical sense but also in his mind, no matter what he did he could no&nbsp; seem to concentrate on the map. Any other night he would have been fine but tonight Steph was a damsel in distress, plagued by dreams and nightmares that she did not want to talk about... no, that she did not feel she could talk to him about.Jason was curious to learn more about them, he would have to ask her again when he saw her next. <br><br>His thoughts were distracted by her now, they kept straying to the thought of her incredible legs in her short dress that rode up her thighs until it threatened to reveal her panties to the world, they were lickable, he could imagine licking every inch of them, from her heels past her ankles, along her calves, up her thighs until he could finally bury his head between her legs and start to taste her wet pink gash, force her cuntlips apart with his tongue and get her ready for what would come next. Ready for him to sink into the hot flesh between her thighs, the tight slit that every man who ever saw her fantasized about fucking. <br><br>They all desired it, wanted it, craved it, he knew because so did he although he would never tell her, that would be unprofessional. Steph saw him as a friend and to tell her what he really wanted to do to her would be a breach of the trust she had of him, hell she probably thought he was gay or blind. Jason needed to stay in control, the last thing she needed right now was the hired help drooling over her perfect fantasy body.He was just glad that he was standing outside the car right now as his hardon distended his pants and pushed angrily against the fabric, yearning to be surrounded by her deep soaking walls.<br><br>Jason jumped when he heard her scream, was someone attacking her, he could not see anybody inside the car or around the outside, there had not been the sound of anyone approaching or smashing a window. He reached out for the door handle and it would not budge, he tried it a few times before quickly moving to her side of the car, again he could not get in. Had she locked them from inside? He could not make her out through the tinted glass. "Steph, what is it? Open the door. Let me in!" he shouted, banging on the windows, finally giving up Jason leapt inside the front of the car, reaching for the control that would bring down the partition inside, still there was no response, it at their motionless as he looked into the rear of the car, desperate to see what was happening there. <br><br>Obviously Steph was having a nightmare, he thought, after falling asleep, but surely she should have woken up by now, she could not have slept through his frantic hammering on the car or his calls for her to answer him... or maybe she was playing a practical joke on him for some reason. Pretending to suffer a nightmare just to see what he would do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dream or Scream!?  (Jack Stalker and Kissin Kate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kissin Kate</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 16:09:04</strong>
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				<em>"Let me go! Please, who are you?" The character that held her down was a man that much she was sure of, even though looking at him would give no clue to it. What tipped her off was the strength and control that he had over her. She wanted to look away from his scorned face but was unable to. Her own horror was reflected in his yellow looking eyes and she could see that he enjoyed her struggle. <br><br>She was slowly getting lightheaded as more and more oxygen disappeared from the car. She had no idea how he did that or if it was just her own panicked imagination that was playing tricks on her. The man was still laughing, finally succeeding to pin her down completely to the seat under them. His hard grip around her wrists painfully noticable as well as his weight that he had on top of her petite slim body. <br><br>She had no energy left to struggle and everything was getting blurry around her. She heard some kind of noise, or so she thought. It sounded as if someone was trying to get inside the car. "No, no more..." she mumbled as she slowly drifted closer to unconsiousness. A weak cry of pain slipped from her lips as the man clawed her right down the middle with three fingers, well they should be but they looked more like claws. The man's clawing left three red wounds after them, going from the bottom of her throath to the bottom of her stumache. The wounds weren't deep enough to have the blood pouring out of them, but sme blood slowly trickled out from someplaces, leaving thin lines on her know sorta shredded black dress. She passed out.</em><br><br>As soon as Steph had passed out the dream ended just as fast as it had started. The fog cleared and the car once again began to work. The petition Jason had tried to slide down before now did as it should. Which allowed him to see Steph laying on the seat, passed out. Surely she was passed out at least. Though her breathing couldn't be seen or heard. The three wounds from her dream had closed up and stopped bleeding, but they did look like three red scars. The blood had disappeard from her dress though the dress itself was still torn. <br><br>Dark bruising could be seen around both her wrists, it was almost completely black. A few strands of hair had gotten stuck in her face. Placing themselvs there during the fight and crying. She looked like hell, but not as bad as she had done in her dream. The whole thing was strange though, since there was no sign of anyone else in there nor was the doors unlocked. They had locked themselvs as soon as he had stopped the car and from that moment had been unable to open from the outside or the inside. Anyone that wold've wanted to get into the car would've had to pass Jason first.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dream or Scream!?  (Jack Stalker and Kissin Kate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jack Stalker</strong> on <strong>22-12-2009, 09:54:44</strong>
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				Jason could not believe his eyes when the partition came down, for a number of reasons. He saw how awful Steph looked, her dress was torn, her wrists were bruised, she had not looked like that when she left the party. Had she? He had been staring at her legs most of the time, sure, but he had taken in the rest of her. Jason decided he did not want to waste time with the car doors, for all he knew they were still jammed or locked. Had Steph done something to herself deliberately? Had she been the one who had locked him out of the car? Jason hoped that the answer was yes because if she had not torn her own dress and brusied her own wrists then it would only mean one terrible thing. One thing that he did not want to face up to or admit.<br><br>That 'it' was starting all over again.<br><br>Jason slid through the partition, crumpling into the back seat, calling out Steph’s name. "Steph are you alright? Steph are you hurt?" but, apart from the faint lines visible where she appeared to have somehow scratched through her dress and her bruised wrists, there was no sign of any other damage. Any thoughts of passion were far away as he checked for a pulse. He happened to glance past her head and note that the fog had vanished, he even seemed to recognize the area that they were parked in... Once he established that she had a pulse the right thing to do should have been to drive her to a hospital. But Jason chose to drive her home instead, after all... he knew from bitter experience that a hospital would not be able to help Steph. Based on what she had told him before this happened and the mysterious fog that had been plaguing the area, he could no longer bury his head in the sand and hope it was all a big coincidence.<br><br>It was happening again, but this time he had to do something to stop it.<br><br>"I'm taking you home Steph." he was not ready to tell her that he had seen this sort of thing before, it might freak her out more than she might be at seeing what had happened to her dress. For a moment he considered that she might wake up and blame it on him! He sure hoped that she realised that he was not responsible. That was another reason to take her home and not to a hospital, he could do without answering any awkward questions about who had attacked her. <br><br>"How are you feeling? Are you alright? Are you feeling any better, you must have had a fit or something when you fell asleep. Are you sure you did not take anything at the party?"&nbsp; he ran his hands along her legs, checking for any sign of injury as he brushed the strands of hair out of her face, letting his hands wander along her calves, around her knees and up her thighs, stopping himself from searching any further. He traced the red marks on her stomach inside her dress and brought down her wrists to her lap to check them over. He looked into her eyes hoping that she would come around soon.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dream or Scream!?  (Jack Stalker and Kissin Kate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kissin Kate</strong> on <strong>25-12-2009, 21:07:43</strong>
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				As the partition slid down a cold wind blew through the car, sending chills down both their spines. Although Steph was unaware of anything that went on. As Jason called out her name when he crawled through the partition, ending up right next to her on the backseat. She did something that was probably a surprise to him since she didn't seem to be awake nor hardly breathing. She called out his name.<br><br>"Jason..."<br><br>Though her voice was weak, almost seeming to float, the single word she spoke was as clear as a blue sky on a summersday. She didn't move, but hearing her speak relieved him a little bit, most likely. To speak you had to at least have a pulse. She was happily unaware, no one could be sure though, of what was going on around her and in his mind. Since if she had known what he was thinking about she would've asked. She wasn't the one to stop her curiousity, which sometimes led her directly in to trouble. But mostly she could also get out of them by flirting or talking. She had never really had any kind of problems with anything in her whole life. Which made her end up being hated by some since they just thought she was gonna be a stuck up bimbo. She could've been that if she had wanted to, but she never was. So genrally anyone thinking that way about her would have to change their minds as soon as they got to know her.<br><br>Although, from time to time she had played the role of the bitch and bimbo. Just to keep people away, but then she usually had a good reason to do so. Steph loved her life. That was partly why Jason had to accept that neither the bruising, the torn dress nor the locked car doors had anything to do with her. At least not something she had done to herself.<br><br>Little chills of goosebumps went up her silky smooth, slender legs as his hands checked them for injuries. Which there was none. A light tingle went through her body and a weak smile played over her lips. Though she was still unconscious her body responded to the soft strong touch as a candle did to a piece of burning match. It made her hot. And once again she mumbled his name.<br><br>"Jason..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dream or Scream!?  (Jack Stalker and Kissin Kate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jack Stalker</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 10:38:01</strong>
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				"I'm here Steph, can you hear me?" said Jason as he heard her mutter his name under her breath. Why had she not come around yet? Her condition did not seem to be that bad, she could not be sleeping through him talking to her and moving his hands across her body. He felt her skin heat up under his touch and it felt good, it felt like her flesh was doing more than just being heated by the warmth of his hand, it felt like her flesh was coming alive under his touch. He felt a slight twinge of guilt, that maybe he was taking advantage of her somehow as she slumped helplessly in the back of the limo, he should not be abusing his trusted position to run his hands along her legs from her ankles to up to her thighs, just because he enjoyed the way her flesh heated up under his touch, but he could not help himself. For so long he had admired her body and now he had the chance to touch her, to feel her flesh under his skin. It was hard to tear himself away from her but he finally managed it, hoping that he had not spent too much time checking her for injuries to seem suspicious. "I'm going to take you home Steph. Don't worry, everything will be alright..." he lied as best he could.<br><br>This was the way it always started.<br><br>It was just like before, things were happening all over again, things that he had no control over. Why did it always seem to happen to people that he liked? Was it his fault or was he just cursed with bad luck? He hoped it was not something deliberate, something directly aimed at causing him pain. Surely these things were not happening to punish him? If only he could face up to the truth and stop denying things to himself, if only he could understand why these strange incidents happened.<br><br>Jason made Steph as comfortable as he could, stretching her out on the back seat of the car, resting her head on his jacket. Then he tried the door, it was working fine now he noticed. He slipped back into the drives seat and covered the distance to the mansion sized house where Steph lived in record time. Jason had been closer to it than he had thought, the surroundings soon became comfortably familiar and he was pleased to get Steph home, parking outside and opening the door to the house before carrying her inside and up to her room, laying her down on her bed as gently as he could. He stayed in the room of course. Watching her carefully as he took out his cell and texted the message he had been trying to avoid sending... to a person he had been trying to avoid.<br><br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">It's happening again. <br>Jason.</span><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dream or Scream!?  (Jack Stalker and Kissin Kate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kissin Kate</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 10:58:48</strong>
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				At the sound of his voice her smiled brightened but soon her face turned troublesome as if something was wrong. But what could that possibly be? "Jason... Don't leave me..." Her voice was even weaker then it had been the first times she had spoken his name. Should he be worried? But soon enough she stirred and her hand reached up to grab the arm of his jacket, holding on tightly as she mumbled low before her hand slipped back down to her side. "Don't leave..."<br><br>She was asleep. How you could go from unconscious to sleep however was a mystery, but none the less she had just done it. In the back of her mind she probably heard him say he was gonna take her home, but she was sleeping to heavily to respond to him. Exhausted totally after the intense scary dream. To tired to stay awake.<br><br>She smiled as he put his jacket under her head and she cuddled up into it. It was warm, soft and smelled just like him. Asleep she just ran with her instincts no matter what they were. No matter if she accidentally spilled her thoughts or emotions to someone else. Spilling something she might have worked well to hide. Asleep she had no control.<br><br>As he carried her inside she nuzzled up in his arms, automatically wrapping her arms around his neck. She unintentionally drew in his smell through her nose. Her face being placed just at the creak of his neck. His soft warm neck. His strong arms carrying her made her feel safe and comfortable. As he put her down on her bed she gripped his arm with her hand and whispered, even though she was still asleep. "Don't leave me Jason..." Even though she was asleep she was surprisingly strong, holding on to his arm so tight that her nails dug into his flesh.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dream or Scream!?  (Jack Stalker and Kissin Kate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jack Stalker</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 16:35:02</strong>
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				Jason had no idea that Steph was asleep, as far as he could tell she was awake, semi conscious and mumbling his name every so often, if he had thought she was asleep he would not have taken her to the bedroom, that much was a certainty. There was no telling how far along things were with her and it was important to act at the beginning, waiting always made things worse. He did not know how long it would take for his text to be responded to so he could not afford to leave Steph alone.<br><br>"I'm not going to leave you Steph, you're obviously in need of some help.." said Jason. he said some other things which did not get the response that he had hoped. By the time he had to prise her fingers open to get her to let go of his arm it was clear that she was not her normal self, he was beginning to wonder if she had somehow fallen into a trance, one thing was certain from the sound of her voice... she was not fully awake, she was not even partly awake, that was very clear now.<br><br>There were two option available, but without the arrival of the Doctor he had just texted option one was on the back burner. Of course Robert was not a real doctor in any sense of the word, but he would be a lot of help in this situation. the fact that he had not been of any help in the past eluded Jason right now, it was not as if he had any one else to turn to or that there was anyone else who would even believe what was happening. <br><br>Jason vanished from the room for a moment, he had to, but he was back in less than thirty seconds, scooping Steph up in his arms he carried&nbsp; her out of the bedroom. She felt as light as a feather in his arms. Even though he was trying to help her he could not help but enjoy every moment he got to put her arms around her and his hands on her. every excuse to let his hands wander across her body was exploited, perhaps subconsciously. Her body felt so good, she was so vulnerable, it would have been so easy to take advantage of her but somehow he fought the dark urges that were rising in his thoughts. He wondered if she would even remember if he was to slide up her dress and pull her panties to the side. he wondered if she would recall it if he sank his fingers into her deep flesh, or peeled apart her cunt flaps and opened her up with his tongue. He wondered what she would taste like, whether she would even feel his tongue probing at the walls inside her hot pink gash. Jason was sure that any other driver would have taken advantage of her long before now, probably taking the opportunity to fuck her while they were back on the road, not even caring about her story or plight.<br><br>Luckily for Steph, Jason still had some semblance of control left in him, after all he did not want her to wake up and accuse him of raping her. "I hope this works." he muttered taking Steph and dumping her into the bath he had running, fully clothed of course. He had to try and wake her up if he could before she got too deep into a sleep that she would not wake up from. "Sorry Steph... can you hear me? Are you awake now?" he asked her, hoping to see her thrashing around and looking annoyed. He thought about the missed opportunity he had to get a taste of her, then remembered... there would be more opportunities later. This was far from over.<br><br>If nothing came of trying to wake her in the bath then at least he had determined that she looked good wet as well as dry. <br><br>****<br>Across town in a office 'Dr' Robert Engel noted the text that he had received and shook his head in dismay. "Jason, Jason, Jason..." he muttered under his breath. "When will you learn." he grabbed a briefcase and was on his way to his car within moments.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dream or Scream!?  (Jack Stalker and Kissin Kate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kissin Kate</strong> on <strong>31-12-2009, 06:04:58</strong>
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				His voice seemed to have a soothing effect on her but it wasn't really noticable. And her grip remained tight on his arm until he prised it open and left her side for a while. Her hand remained in the air for a while, reaching out for him as a whimper slipped from her lips. Slowly her arm sank back down next to her on the bed. <br><br>As soon as he got out of her grip and moved away she was pulled back into yet another dream. But this time the scene was indeed taking place in her bedroom as so many other nights. The only difference now was that it started out horrible already from the start, but she was frozen in motion completely. She most likely would've started the same pattern as she had out in the car if Jason hadn't returned and scooped her back up in his arms. Immediatly she was drawn into a fuzzy haze of soft light and warm embrace. She calmed down but was still asleep. It was really amazing how she could know that it was Jason who had his arms around her, it wasn't as if they really touched much during the few hours they saw eachother. This was most likely the closest they had ever been to eachother. <br><br>Subconsiously she took yet another chance to savor his smell, and the feel of his warm strong arms around her. His heaving heart and his flexed muscles. She was sleeping so deeply that she most likely wouldn't even have noticed if he did half of the things he was wondering about. And even if she had who could say if she would've told him to stop?<br><br>As he dropped her into the semi cold water she gasped and went under for a while, remaining their for a few seconds before she gaspingly came back to the surface, hacking and coughing as she had gotten some water into her. Her eyes had flung open as she had been under water and she was desorientated and looked around her wildly, afraid that she was still somehow dreaming. She called out his name, purely by reflex. If he was there he would save her if anything bad was happening. That much she trusted. "Jason..." Her voice was strong, but filled with panic. At the sound of his voice she turned her head and threw her arms around his neck, holding him tightly, refusing to let go. She was shivering slightly from the cold so he couldn't really notice right now that she was crying. She had her face nuzzled in against his warm neck and she held him even tighter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dream or Scream!?  (Jack Stalker and Kissin Kate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jack Stalker</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 18:14:09</strong>
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				Jason patted Steph on the back as she coughed and spluttered, at least this was a recognizable reaction rather than having her just mumbling his name for some reason, then he carefully moved her over to the sink, making sure that she had her footing as he reached out for a body sized towel. He held it up, partially wrapping it around her shoulders. "You need to get out of these wet clothes Steph. I had no choice but to dump you in the water, I couldn't seem to wake you up." his words were filled with concern and worry and a frown was plastered across his face. "You're alright now, you're awake. You need to stay awake." he rubbed her down a little with the towel before lifting it up, shielding her from view as he waited for her to disrobe. "I need to get you into a warm bed. We need to talk before he gets here." he continued.<br><br>"I kind of panicked when you didn't seem to be waking up. I hope you don't mind, it was dump you&nbsp; in water or start slapping you." he said as he wrapped her and guided her back to her bedroom. "We need to get you dried off and dressed again. Robert should be here soon. He can help us... I mean you... do you remember anything from your dream? You need to tell me what you remember." Jason looked a little guilty as he spoke. "I don't think I was entirely honest with you earlier when you asked about dreams. I think, no... I know that I've had dreams that weren't normal. I've had quite a few of them in fact. I'm curious to know if we share anything in common with them." he turned his back giving Steph an opportunity to get changed. He checked his watch. "He should be here soon, maybe less than an hour. He's a scientist, he kind of studies stuff like this."<br><br>Jason wondered why he seemed to hook up with Robert every so often. Was it really that he stumbled upon people with weird dreams so much by coincidence, or was it something else. It was almost like people suffered from bad dreams wherever he went. It was not anything to do with him though, surely. Not consciously anyway. Jason refused to believe it could be something connected to his own dreams. This was a coincidence, just like the other times. But maybe this time he would be able to do something to help Steph. Maybe this time she would not end up like all the others.<br><br>"Do you remember anything about the car? About passing out before? What about the marks on your body? Do you remember how you got them, have you ever been marked like that before?" Jason had to keep talking to Steph. It was not like he could wander off and check on the car or Roberts arrival. "Talk to me Steph. Don't worry I'm not going to leave you alone or let you fall asleep again." at least not until Robert arrived.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dream or Scream!?  (Jack Stalker and Kissin Kate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kissin Kate</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 01:59:30</strong>
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				She moved with him as he moved over to the zink. She was kinda wobbly on her feet but she could stand by herself, at least until he got her a towel. As he wrapped it around her body she drew closer to him again. She was terrified about what was going on and she didn't know wether to hide it or show it. "What's going on Jason?" She saw the concern written all over his face as she began to undress. Just simply shedding any clothes she had on beneth her on the floor. She closed her eyes and gave him a soft smile as he rubbed her. It was nice.<br><br>As he spoke about the options of dumping her into the water or began slapping her she looked down on the floor and mumbled, though it was barely hearable. "You just might as well have slapped me. Wouldn't have made a difference." She knew it was true. The dream had a hold on her which she couldn't explain. She had no control. No power over what was going on. She was a puppet. A play thing. But why? She listened to his voice as he almost began rambling. It was strange how his voice could still seem to calm her down even when he was upset.<br><br>She nodded. She remembered the dreams. All of them. But it wasn't something she choosed to do. She had tried to forget them. She really had. But they just wouldn't go away and leave her alone. As soon as she was alone, or worse, asleep they always came back to bug her in some way. She clung to Jason again. Her hand grabbing his wrist as he continued the hearing about what had happened in the car. She dropped the towel and guided the hand she held onto to the bottom of her throath. Letting his fingers slide across the red markings. Between her breasts and all the way down to where they stopped just below her stumache. "What do you feel Jason? Tell me what you feel." She knew the marks would be gone tomorrow, but she also knew that they wouldn't feel just like normal marks. She could feel them burn inside her. Though it didn't hurt. But it was a feeling that she couldn't explain. A feeling that she didn't like. It made her feel vunerable.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dream or Scream!?  (Jack Stalker and Kissin Kate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jack Stalker</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 12:28:33</strong>
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				"Please Steph, you're naked. You should cover yourself... I'm, I'm only human, I really shouldn't be..." he let the words trail off as his hand caressed her throat and then followed the line of marks down that incredible body of hers, still wet in places the towel had missed. He stood close up behind her, his body pressed up against hers, the perfect globes of her naked ass pressed against his groin as he looked over her shoulder, making eye contact with her in the mirror, trying to keep it and failing as he let his eyes follow his fingers as they stroked at the marks running down her. He really should not be taking advantage of her like this, but he had no choice, he had planned to step back from what was happening here, to wait for Robert, but it was like she had called out to him with her distress and he had answered. He had been lost and she had reached out and dragged him back to her with her voice and her comments.<br><br>He felt his hand smooth its way down her body, sliding across her ribs, along her taut stomach to the bottom of her belly button, his fingers stretching further beyond, nudging the edge of her mound. He felt a sudden need to let himself explore further, but instead brought his eyes back to hers, looking deep into them he let out a breath, realising he had been holding it as he had been guided down her body. She needed his help, not the random exploration of a lust fuelled driver, but as he had told her, he was only human, he had admired her from close and far for too long and the events of the evening were starting to overwhelm him. For all he knew this could be one of the last times he saw her alive.<br><br>The feel of her ass against his body had him hardening until he felt a steel bar had been shoved down his pants. "I don't know what's going on, not exactly, but I want you to know I won't leave you. I'll find a way to keep you awake. Do they hurt?" he asked, stroking the lines up and down her body with his right hand while his left slid around her waist to hold her steady, he wondered if she could feel how hard he was, pressed up against her like this. Her naked wetness was starting to overwhelm him, to rob him of his reason, each time he ran the fingers of his right hand up the marks, he ran them back down so that they wandered a little further towards the heat that he knew burned between her thighs. He leaned in so that his mouth was close to her right ear, his breath warm on her neck. "We need to keep you awake Steph. You understand?" his voice was descending towards a low growl. he was ashamed of his actions, she wasn't a whore or some cheap slut, she was a friend in need, but her body... he never realised how much he had craved it until he saw her naked in front of him.Half of him wanted her to get dressed, half just wanted to fuck her right there, shoved up against the bathroom mirror, her legs spread and her ass shoved against him as fucked her hard from behind, watching her face in the mirror as he finally got to feel that tight young cunt of hers wrapped around his shaft.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dream or Scream!?  (Jack Stalker and Kissin Kate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kissin Kate</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 12:54:39</strong>
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				She watched his face as she let his fingers trail along the wounds of her body. This was the first time she had ever felt comfortable with a man touching her like this, but she wasn't about to let him know that. She smiled at him. "You're hand feels good Jason. Soft, strong." That was true what she said, but it was also true what he had said. That he was only a man, she could feel his hard on press against her ass but she didn't really mind. It only had her smile even more since now she could be sure that he really did like what he saw. She had been trying to get him to touch her for so long but he had always been just out of reach, and he never knew way. It had irritated her beyond belief to know that the one thing she was really craving was out of reach. She was used to have everything going her way... well... almost everything at least. Her eyes trailed down as she felt his fingers nudge against her mound and she pressed back against him, closing her eyes momentarily.<br><br>She listened to him speak and nodded, still feeling his fingers trail along her wounds, sothing the burn in them. "They feel like their burning right through my body, but it doesn't hurt really it just... well I can't really explain the feeling. But your hand feels good against them, making them burn less." As his hand went around her waist she leaned back into him, her head resting against his chest. If he only knew how much she had wanted this since the first time she saw him. One of her hands trailed the arm around her waist and soon she had let her arm lie down on top of it, letting her hand touch his gently. "I understand. And I don't wanna go to sleep. I'm sure you can guess why." From the way they were standing now the three wound like scars was quite visible along with the almost black bruises around her wrists. She shivered and bit down hard on her lip as the face and the eyes from her dream came in to mind for a spilt second. She hoped to god that Jason had nothing to do with it, nor the other dreams... nightmares she'd been having. "Tell me Jason. What do you think is going on?" She had tilted her head upwards now, so that her soft warm breath was against his neck and chin. She licked her lips and just wished he would look down at her, she wanted to know if those lips was as soft as the ones she had experienced for a few short seconds in her dream back in the car.<br><br>he was wondering if she should let him know that he was just the third guy who had seen her like this. But perhaps then again she wouldn't tell him. Surely he would want to know something about the two others and she wasn't near ready to tell him, or anybody else for that matter about that event. though she refused to believe that certain event had anything at all to do with the strange nightmares she was having. Though there was sometimes an awful lot of things going on in the dreams that had remainded her of that awful night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dream or Scream!?  (Jack Stalker and Kissin Kate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jack Stalker</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 06:26:17</strong>
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				'Your body feels incredible, soft, hot, yielding...' thought Jason, desperately straining to hold himself in check and not let himself go to his wilder thoughts. As Steph pushed back against him he let his hand slip lower in the guise of tracing her wounds, brushing close to the top of her slit, he could only imagine, no, he could only dream of what it would feel like to ease a finger down into that crease between her thighs, to stroke those folds open and sink a finger into that hot wet gash. All the pent up lust and want that he had suppressed for so long was boiling to the surface. It was not like he had never had a naked woman in his arms before, just that he had never had one as beautiful as Steph, "Glad it's helping." he replied, "Is there anywhere else that is burning?" he asked, his left hand moving up to her throat, then his fingers spreading out as he smoothed it down her body, over her left breast, his thumb pushing at her nipple as he stroked her body. His right hand motionless a hairs breadth away from the hood of her clit.<br><br>He looked down at her as she looked up at him, the smell of her hair in his nostrils as he left her breast with his left hand, bringing it back to her throat, gently tilting her head further. "I'm not sure what is going on... not entirely, it will be better when Robert gets here, he can explain more than I can, at least I hope he can." said Jason. His eyes burned into hers, as he saw her lips moisten under the caress of her tongue. How he wished that was his. "What are we doing here Steph, I mean you can feel the effect you are having on me can't you? If you don't put some clothes back on I can't promise not to just..." he started speaking, then lost the train of thought and simply leaned down to press his lips against hers, gauging her reaction as his tongue slipped between them to invade her mouth, making contact with hers as he pulled himself hard into her body, pinning her against the sink, the size of his steel hard cock impossible to ignore even through his clothing as it dug into her ass. The angle of the kiss was awkward, but that was lost in the explosion of sensation that flooded across his thoughts as he ravaged her with his mouth, finally pulling away to see what her reaction would be as he moved away from her, turning her around to face him properly, his gaze never wavering from her eyes now as moved to her hips, sliding down the sensational curves of her body.<br><br>She had the most amazing figure, he felt shame and a little guilt at his taking advantage of her right now, but it was not as if she was helpless, she could stop him if she wanted to with a simple word or the raising of a hand between them. He gazed into her eyes for as long as he could before letting them widen as they roamed down her body, following the all too familiar marks. "I'll find a way to help you Steph, I promise I'll find a way." he told her. A hand snaked behind her neck and grasped at her hair, pulling her forwards as he leaned in for a kiss. Unable to deny himself the taste of those lips one second more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dream or Scream!?  (Jack Stalker and Kissin Kate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kissin Kate</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 09:45:51</strong>
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				She smiled at him. His touch felt wondeful, hot, and... she wanted more of it. "You tell me..." Her words trailed off as she felt his hand go over her breast, his thumb pressing against her sensitive nipple, a silent gasp ecaping her lips as he eyes closed. His right hand staying perfectly still so close to her mound was almost driving her crazy already. Her legs inching open slightly more, hardly noticable though, but silently begging for his touch.<br><br>"Who's Rob..." Her question was cut short by a pair of lips closing in over hers, and her legs immediatly shivered and caved under her as the familiar soft, hot lips from her dream was now a fact. cause surely she was awake now, right? Her lips parted in a low moan and immediatly his tongue was inside her mouth, seaching for hers. And she responded, before she could even think the thought. Right now she couldn't careless what they were doing, if she was clothed or not or even if she died tonight. The kiss and the lips was exactly what she had dreamed of and more. She knew she was hooked, no matter what he did now she was hooked. All he had to do was ask her and she would do it, no matter what. She was his, completely, hopelessly devoted to him. Never had she felt like this before. This was exactly what she had been lookin' for her whole life.<br><br>She could feel him pin her against the sink and the size of his manhood made itself utterly known as it pressed hard against her ass. But she wasn't scared, in fact it had her space between the legs heating up immensly and long to feel him inside of her. She couldn't remember ever feeling like this, or wanting something this much. She just hoped that he wouldn't dissapoint her by telling her no. Her eyes were still closed as he broke the kiss and she frowned as she lost the connection with his lips. As he turned her around she opened her eyes to look at him, her eyes dreamy and full of bliss. "I'm not dreaming now am I Jason? Please tell me I'm not dreaming." She would hate if it all turned around now, she would be helpless, no matter what happened now she was helpless. Either way lost to her desires or to her fears.<br><br>She let her hands roam down his sides, snaking in under his shirt as she waited for his reply. His skin warm and soft under her touch. One hand continuing up over his abs, pulling the shirt with her. The other hand snaked down over his pants and stroked over his crotch, over the space where the pants were straining the most. She could feel his eyes roam over her body and it had her flushing, but in a good way. She felt his hand snake into her hair, pulling her forward, her hands pressing against his chest and his crotch as he pulled her in for another hot kiss. As she felt those lips against hers once again she knew that no matter what he wanted her to do she would try her best to oblige. If he told her to jump she'd jump. If he told her to die, she would. Though she hoped that he would follow her then.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dream or Scream!?  (Jack Stalker and Kissin Kate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jack Stalker</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 17:51:34</strong>
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				Jason backed away from her in silence, pulling his shirt up and over his head, tossing it aside, then he was stripping out his trouser belt as he kicked off his shoes and slid off his socks, baring himself within mere moments, his eyes never leaving hers. Finally he stood in front of her as naked as she was, except for the metal bolt through his right nipple and the glint of steel beneath the knob of his ten inch cock as it jutted out in front of him. He wondered for a moment how many other drivers she had broken down and gotten to this point, what had become of them? He had no idea and cared less, whatever had happened to them would not be his fate, because he was going to fuck Steph properly, not leave her unsatisfied like they obviously had.<br><br>"Turn around." he told her, yet he did not wait for her to make that choice, instead he took hold of her shoulders so that he could spin her around and push her forwards, bending her over so that she was forced to put out her hands to maintain her balance. He fixed his eyes on hers in the mirror, then he moved in behind her, his cock slid between her thighs as his strong hands gripped her hips and lifted her up until she was on tip toes, his knees easing apart her legs until she was teetering before him, his shaft dragged back and forth between her legs, the top of it sliming itself against her hanging cuntlips. He met her gaze in the reflection of the mirror. "I want to fuck you like this so bad it hurts, just slam myself deep inside your cunt from behind, but I'm not going to do that Steph, because the first time I fuck your cock hungry tight little cunt I want to be looking into your eyes. I want to see you come when I fuck you. Not just gaze at your reflection." he slapped her ass, leaving a red palm print on a single quivering buttock. Resting his hand there and letting the burn fade into it. His steel hard shaft throbbing beneath her pussy now as his hands massaged her hips and his body pressed into her from behind.<br><br>He let his enormous shaft stay in position as his hands slid away from her hips to move along her sides until he could snake them around her front to grasp her tits, feeling their weight and squeezing them hard as he searched for her nipples, finally allowing his thumbs and forefingers to roll the hard nubs between them as he leaned over her back and let his hot breath wash across her neck before he kissed it. "Do you have any idea how long I've wanted this, how long I've waited to get you, to have you, to take you and make you mine? I feel like it's been an eternity, you've driven me mad for months with your body and your looks and your words... and now I'm going to claim you, now I'm going to show you that all that teasing was worth it." he bit down gently on her neck, teasing her flesh with his teeth as he shifted his body and let his knob stroke open her warm cunt lips, thrusting it back and forth along those fleshy folds until her gash was revealed to the cool bathroom air. Even now there were things he wanted to do to her that he would only ever do in his dreams... thoughts that only the dark side of his personality would ever consider...<br><br>The cell phone in his pants pocket was buzzing, a sure sign that Robert was near, Jason was torn between answering it and continuing with what he was doing. He wanted to help her, but he was desperate to feel himself inside her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dream or Scream!?  (Jack Stalker and Kissin Kate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kissin Kate</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 12:07:25</strong>
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				Steph smiled as she saw him strip. He looked even better then she had imagined and she could hardly believe this was happening. Whatever he might think of her she didn't care. She would gladly let him think she was a whore who had slept around with every man she could get her hands on, which wasn't near true. He would only be her third, though she didn't wanna go and think about that right now. <br><br>However as he told her to turn around but did not wait for a reply before helping out himself she got nervous. She reached forward to keep her balance and glanced back at him, licking her lips nervously. As he moved in behind her she looked back into the mirror, finding his eyes in the reflection. Her heartbeats increased, but not only because of arousal. She was suddenly nervous that he would hurt her. Or that this really would be all a dream that would turn bad. Just like the one out in the car. Her hands clenched the sink as he lifted her so much that she had to stand on her tip toes. Her eyes closed momentarily. "Be careful Jason" Her eyes opened and searched for his in the mirror again, she gasped and her chest heaved up and down heavily as she could feel him drag his rock hard member against her wet folds. She blushed at his words.<br><br>A scream escaping her lips as he slapped her ass and she clenched the sink even tighter as she bit down on her lip at the same time. She gasped and her eyes widened as she could see his hands snake forward towards her breasts. As he grasped them hard she twitched and pushed up back against him. She licked her lips though and closed her eyes when his fingers found her nipples. His hot breath against her neck felt wonderful, and she was so hoping this wasn't a dream. She smiled at his words but a worried feautre still splayed out over her face. She moaned out softly as his knob began to stroke her open. The sensations now was wonderful and she couldn't believe how long she had had to fight to get him like this, but now she finally had him. Right?<br><br>She thought she heard the faint sound of a cellphone buzzing but she didn't really register it right now. All thoughts of Robert and what Jason had told her about him out the window right now. All she wanted now was Jason. The sweet, but strong Jason from her dreams.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dream or Scream!?  (Jack Stalker and Kissin Kate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jack Stalker</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 21:16:29</strong>
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				Jason could sense the change in Steph, the nervousness as he manhandled her around, it turned him on to think of her being so helpless, being at his mercy. He could feel her heartbeat increasing as his hands mauled her breasts, his fingers distending her nipples and kneading her flesh as he ground his hips against hers and let his shaft grow slicker as it slipped back to sliding between her folds, he kissed at her neck as he heard her ask him to be careful. "I'll be careful Steph." he whispered in her ear before sucking the lobe between his lips as he brought his hands away from her tits now, sliding them down her body until they rested&nbsp; on her hips. "I just need to fuck you like this for a while." he told her, lifting her so her feet dangled clear of the floor and pulling her onto his shaft as he thrust forwards. His knob splaying her cuntflaps open as his monstrous member speared into her, slicing into her hot gash as he let out a deep growl. His cock opening up her fuck hole with one desperate driven movement. Gasps of hot breath leaving his mouth as he slowly buried himself inside her, forcing her to stretch wide to take him, lowering her until her feet could barely touch the tiles as he finally shoved the entire length of his burning rod into her... right up to the balls. His eyes never breaking contact with hers in the mirror.<br><br>His hands grasping her flesh tightly he started to move himself in and out of her, his cock dragging heavily back and forth through her drenched tunnel, his fat knob stretching her entrance as he brought it almost all the way out before slowly cramming himself back inside her. Slow forceful thrusts in and out of her as he fucked her tight young pussy with measured strokes, the pleasure showing on his face more and more with each torturous invasion of her soaking hole, she was even hotter inside than he had ever imagined, hotter and wetter. Her cunt clinging to his cock as her fought to maintain as slow steady rhythm when all he wanted to do was viciously batter her insides until he came. Each hard thrust brought her body closer to the mirror as if he sought to fuck her through it eventually. <br><br>Jason allowed his hands to move from her hips, sliding up her back as his thumbs traced along her spine until they were gripping her shoulders, his pace slowly increasing as he started to fuck her with faster, harder strokes. "How do you want it Steph my darling? Fast and hard like a whore?" he asked as he slammed into her just that very way. "Or slow and easy like the lover I've often dreamed of? Tell me, tell me what you want and I'll give it to you." he gently slapped her ass again as he slowed down, watching the flesh quiver from the playful spank as he savoured each stroke into her. He slipped his left hand into her hair, grasping it and winding it around his fingers so he could hold onto it tightly. He watched how she reacted to his every move by gazing at the reflection of her face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dream or Scream!?  (Jack Stalker and Kissin Kate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kissin Kate</strong> on <strong>31-03-2010, 19:24:10</strong>
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				She smiled slightly at him as he promised to be careful. She didn't anything else then to feel him inside of her right now. Was that wrong of her to think so? He was after all an employee and they weren't supposed to become this intimate. She shook her head once, she didn't care about that and she knew it. Though he was actually the first hired help she had gone this far with, she wouldn't have done this with anyone else and she knew it. He might think differently but she didn't really care. She locked eyes with him in the mirror and nodded as he told her that he needed to fuck her like this for now. "Anything for you Jason. Just... be careful" She was still nervous and it showed in her eyes as he lifted her up off the floor, and then slowly began to push himself inside of her. She bit down on her lip and closed her eyes for a few seconds, her hands clenching tightly at the sink until her knuckles turned white.<br><br>She was tight and she knew it, and she knew he was trying to be gentle but still it hurt as he slid into her. She gave him a trying smile, though the pain showed slightly in her eyes as well. She was relieved as she almost could feel the ground beneth her feet again. Though she felt awfully full right now with his entire cock crammed into her tight pussy. She gasped as he slowly pulled out and then began to press his way back in again. Her eyes followed his in the mirror, feeling his hands slide up her back to grab at her shoulders. He slid in and out of her better now, but it still felt weird and a little uncomfortable. As he picked up the pace she watched him closely in the mirror, pleasure written all over his face.<br><br>As he asked her how she wanted it and then pounded hard and viciously into her she winched and gasped in pain and shook her head. She was happy when he slowed down and gave her the other suggestion. That was what she wanted, at least for now. She wanted though to give him as much pleasure as she knew he wanted. She could feel what he wanted, but her body just couldn't take it, even though it might look like it would be able to handle it. "Please Jason, take it slow." She begged him, afraid that this might turn out to be one of her nightmares. The thought had occured to her once again as he had mentioned the words whore and hard and fast.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dream or Scream!?  (Jack Stalker and Kissin Kate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jack Stalker</strong> on <strong>01-04-2010, 08:33:45</strong>
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				Jason growled slightly, fierce restraint showing on his features as he slowed down, pulling almost all the way out of Steph before slowly sliding himself back into that tight tunnel of hot wet flesh between her legs. Making sure he took things slow and easy now, he watched her expression carefully, making sure to stop half way, then ease himself deeper into her, opening her up inch by glorious inch as he maintained a strong firm grasp on her shoulder and her hair. "Anything for you Steph... anything you want, I'll make it happen." he told her through clenched teeth, welcoming the blissful sensations that assaulted his shaft as it was slowly massaged by her innards. He let out a long deep breath as he buried himself balls deep in that crushingly tight fuck hole, before sliding back to start the process again, savouring the way her insides clung at him as he pulled back, reluctant to leave her but eager to slide another slow stroke deep into that perfect cunt of hers. The bliss he found in these slow deliberate invasions or her young body were clearly written on his face. Why he had waited so long escaped him, he should have taken her ages ago, when he first had the urge. The waiting had been torturous.<br><br>He released her hair and let his hands trail down her body to her hips, where he settled them against her flesh, gripping firmly but gently as he thrust back and forth, fucking her softly as he developed a careful and considerate rhythm that would allow her time to grow accustomed to the monstrous spear of flesh that was stretching her insides. He had no idea how she had managed to stay so tight, but he certainly had no complaints as her vice like cuntal duct gripped him like a glove, feeling like it was the most perfect hole on earth. He carried on driving careful measured strokes into her until his cock was burning from her furnace like gash. He pulled out completely then, his cock slick and shining. He pulled her up and turned her around, picking her up he kissed her eagerly as he left the bathroom and carried her towards her bed, though he had no intention of either of them sleeping.<br><br>Jason lay her down and gently parted her thighs with his hands, his palms against her soft flesh as he moved up between her legs, a hungry look in his eyes as he took in every inch of her body from her wet pink slit to her hard nipples to her moist lips, his arms either side of her he let the head of his shaft splay open her cuntflaps and pierce her again as he melded his mouth against hers and slid his tongue between her lips to stroke and caress the inside of her mouth as his cock slowly stretched her open, her tight young cunt a little more yielding he imagined as again her hot flesh surrounded him. "How's this?" he asked as he kissed the side of her neck. "Is this better Steph." his words did not come easily as his body sank into hers and his eyes burned with a crazed lust and desire. It was obvious that Jason was holding back, that his conscious thought was restraining a ravenous hungry beast that sought to tear Steph apart.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dream or Scream!?  (Jack Stalker and Kissin Kate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kissin Kate</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 10:36:10</strong>
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				She smiled at his words. She had so longed to hear them from a man, especially from him though. Even though she was 21 she had still yet to have heard the words <em>I'll do anything for you</em> from a man. Was she really that much of a simple sexobject a conquring to them? The thought made her sad and she forced herself to shake it off and focus all her attention on Jason. He had said it to her just now. He was all she cared about. Good she had been so horny for him for such a long time, how had been able to control himself for so long? She used to have the talent to drive man crazy with in a few hours. But But Jason had been holding out for good knows how long. Perhaps that's why she wanted him so, because it wouldn't be so easy as the others. She looked at him in the mirror and smiled. He was so goregous, and she had fallen the first time she saw him. Somehow she knew she just had to make him hers, no matter what. <br><br>She loved how the pleasure was written all over his face, knowing that it was she who helped him feel it was wonderful and a warm tingling feeling spread through her body with the start in her stumache. He was sliding easily inside her know, though she was still tight it didn't hurt anymore. And a little moan even escaped her. His strong hands on her hips felt reassuring and she closed her eyes, smiling from the pleasure. Starting to let go and just run with her emotions completely now. She wanted him. She needed him. Though she had never realised how much, or how strong her emotions for him was. Up until now. As he pulled out she opened her eyes and pouted slightly. He turned her around quickly and she felt his lips kiss hers eagerly, not being slow to respond to the kiss. She pressed her lips against him with just as much hunger as him. Wrapping her arms around his neck, giggling into his mouth as he picked her up from the floor and carried her off to bed.<br><br>He put her down on her back and she let her grip of him go, watching him. Her breathing was quick, as was the beating of her heart. Her cheeks flushed red slightly, never had a man so muched admired her before, not without doing something at the same time at least. Or trying to do something. She felt his warm hands part her thighs and her cheeks flushed even more red. She giggled, although she wasn't really sure why. Smiling as she watched him move in between her legs, moaning as she felt him begin to push himself back inside her. She closed her eyes and let her hands run up his back and into his hair as his lips melded against hers again. She felt so hot right now, she wanted to feel him deep inside her. Thrusting back and forth. She wanted to feel his hands roam and tease her body. She moaned loudly as he kissed the side of her neck. She looked up at him a he spoke. "It's lovely Jason." She placed her hands on his cheek, looking him deep in the eyes. "But you don't need to hold back this much." Even though her pussy was stretched incredibly by him already she was hungry for more. She wanted more of him, always had. And she wanted to see how far he could go. How much&nbsp; his desire for her burned inside him. She knew it perhaps was a risk for her getting hurt if he released all his power, but she wanted him to enjoy this as much as she did. Though right now her heart was pounding like a sledge hammer at what she had said to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dream or Scream!?  (Jack Stalker and Kissin Kate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jack Stalker</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 18:33:05</strong>
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				<br><br>Jason sank his fingers into her hair as she spoke, as she told him he did not have to hold back so much. But she had just told him she did not want it too rough, he decided to err on the side of caution, to still restrain himself. He licked the side of her neck then returned to her lips, enjoying the look from her eyes as they pierced into his. He let his fingers yank at her head, pulling it back as he kissed his way down her throat to the nape of her neck, then back to her mouth. He shifted again, his hands on her incredible tits now, squeezing them hard as his thumbs played against her nipples, his body grinding and pumping against hers as he started to pound a little harder into her wet slit, every stroke ended with him buried to the balls inside her furnace of a cunt and then began again as he pulled out until the crown was stretching wide her entrance. Over and over he drove his entire length back and forth in her, obscene noises drifted to his ears from her flesh grasping and sucking at his shaft, coating it with cunt juice as he fucked her cunt with ragged and uneven strokes, the pace varying as he paused to kiss her, bite at her lip, tug at her hair. <br><br>"Hold back... don't hold back... you need to... aaahhh... make your mind up Steph, before I just take what I want, it isn't easy to hold back with a woman like you, don't you know what men want to do to you when they look into your eyes, when they see the lust and desire that lurks within. Of course you know, I think you just like to tease them until they break, you like to tease and tease until you push them over the edge, until you break them and force them to act, like you did with me. What did you think was going to happen when you decided to stand naked in front of me, iin front of someone you'd been teasing since the first day they laid eyes on you?"<br><br>Squeezing her tits hard, until they reddened under his grasp, he leaned down to tease her hard nipples into his mouth, first licking around them, then sucking on them and then taking them between his teeth and biting down on them, stretching each of her nipples in turn as he strayed from one breast to the other, leaving himself motionless within her, his full length simply boiling in the heat from her stretched out vaginal tract. Then he held onto her tits and started up again, hard rough strokes slid back and forth as he moved between her thighs, her body pushed deep into the bed with each driven invasion of the fuck hole between her thighs, the look in his eyes was wild and savage. He kissed her lips then moved across her cheek to her ear, sucking on the lobe as his hot breath washed across it. His nails left faint scratches on her breasts as he drew them away and slid his fingers around her throat, gently holding it in a firm grasp as he used the motion of his hips to try and drive himself deeper and deeper inside her. His thumbs running along her jaw line as he fucked her tight tube. <br><br>"You're such a tease, you know that Steph. Such a fucking tease sometimes. It makes me want to... to..." he growled, releasing her throat and cramming the fingers of his right hand into her mouth as his left hand returned to her hair, pulling back her head so he could slide his fingers deeper inside her mouth, feel the wet heat that awaited him, that made her mouth feel almost like a second cunt. He continued to thrust hard into her, releasing a little of the animal that he had held in check inside him. He pulled out his spit soaked fingers and replaced them with his tongue as he covered her mouth with his, invading it as easily as he did her tight fuck hole. "Now what do you want, do you still want me to hold back? Is that what you want?" each time he said the word want he forced himself deeper into her hot soaking cock sheath, the heat of their combined flesh almost unbearable, almost burning him as he fucked her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dream or Scream!?  (Jack Stalker and Kissin Kate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kissin Kate</strong> on <strong>19-05-2010, 06:15:23</strong>
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				He was driving her crazy right now. His huge cock inside her tight cunt, his lips all over her neck and mouth. His fingers grabbing her hair and then her tits, squeezing them hard. She didn't really know if she should whimper or moan so she did both. He made her feel so hot and for everything he did she wanted to feel more of him. He could call her a slut for as much as he liked, she knew she wasn't.But she wouldn't mind being it for him though, but just for him. She would never have done this, or said the things she did to anyone else. Her breathing was quick and shallow and she was about ready to cum at any moment, but she wanted to hold back, hold back for as long as she could. To please him more, before he pleased her all the way.<br><br>She listened to his words, of course she knew what men, and women for that matter, wanted to do when they looked at her. She had been there, though she hadn't told him about it yet. Nor had her father, but it was for that reason that he had gotten her a bodyguard. Although this was probably not what he had expected from his only daughter and her new hired help. But she didn't care. Jason had been the only man she had willingly given herself to, and he would be the only man she ever would do that for. She knew that from the first time she saw him. Her eyes searched for his as he finished speaking and a mischevious grin was upon her lips. "I think you know what I wanted from you all along Jason. What I've been trying to do from the very first day. Aren't I right?"<br><br>She moaned out loudly and arched her back as his lips found her nipples, oh he was causing her to feel so hot. She felt like she was burning, though she loved it. She had never felt this hot before. a small screaming slipping from her lips as he bit down on her nipples and pulled. Noticing that he kept himself still inside her drove her cazy as she could feel his cock throb deep inside of her. She thrusted once against him to show him that she wanted him to begin moving again. She moaned loudly in pleasure and closed her eyes as he began moving inside of her again. His breath upon her body felt just divine, though she was a little worried when his hands travelled up to her throath, grabbing a hold. She tensed up slightly but forced herself to relax again. She did trust him, she didn't think he would really hurt her. She immediatly felt better and could enjoy his hands there, enjoy his fingers upon her jawline.<br><br>She was surprised however as he released her throath and crammed his fingers down her throath instead, a muffled grunt and a squirm escaping her as he did so. She gasped for air as his fingers left her mouth after a while and she looked up at him, her breath ragged and her chest heaving up and down quickly as she gasped for air slightly. She relaxed again as she felt his tongue and lips against hers once more. She shook her head at his question and looked up into his eyes with a soft smile on her lips. "No Jason. I don't... I don't want you to hold back anymore. I wanna know what you can do. How far you can go." Her heart skipped a beat and almost jumped out of her chest right now. But she wanted to show him that she trused him enough. She needed to. She needed to know that he wouldn't become the man from her nightmares. She didn't want him to be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dream or Scream!?  (Jack Stalker and Kissin Kate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jack Stalker</strong> on <strong>01-06-2010, 11:31:22</strong>
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				Steph’s moans and whimpers cut into Jason's sanity, battering his resolve and his calm. The sounds she was making made him want to fuck her even harder and more frenziedly, but he was not a maniac, he was a normal guy and he had to control himself, he had to take it easy with her, had to be gentle if he ever wanted to feel her insides wrapped tightly around his cock again. At least that was what he had thought, but now he was sensing a change in her, a shift in her mood and her body as he felt as if her body was igniting around him. she was even starting to taunt him with her words, teasing him with the knowledge that she was a full blown cock teasing slut who had been trying to get him to fuck her from day one. If only he had, he should have given in and fucked her brains out as soon as he had the opportunity. Now he had wasted so much time and there was no telling how much time she might have left.<br><br>No telling if there really was anything he could do to help her.<br><br>Her arching back pushed him deep into her even when he was trying to hold still, almost causing him to flood her insides with his spunk ahead of time. He wanted to cum when he was ready, not when her whore of a body tore an orgasm out of him against his will. She was even squirming and attempting to drive herself onto his cock as he chewed on her tits. He felt her tense a little as he teased her throat with his hand, then shift and relax as he got back into fucking her properly. Her breath was uneven and her tits heaved up and down in front of his face, forcing him to suck on her bullet hard nipples and bite into her soft flesh. "Just tell me when you've had enough Steph." he told her, sliding his cock out of her he kissed his way down her body, his hands filled with her tits, his tongue leaving a trail down her, past her stomach and over her mound until his lips were at the wet gaping entrance to her cunt, recently vacated by his shaft.<br><br>He drew his hands slowly down her body, until they were between her legs, his thumbs peeling apart the sodden flaps of her cunt until his breath could wash across the pink moist flesh of her gash, then his tongue was inside her and he was feasting on her juices as he explored her deep tunnel, his mouth sealed against her slit until he had tasted his fill of her insides, his tongue curling and twisting inside her as he sought out every crease and nook that he could stretch it to reach. When he was happy that he had cleaned the entry to her snatch of every last drop of cunt nectar he kissed his way back up her body, resuming his mauling of her tits as he slid himself back inside her vaginal tract, slicing into her like a hot knife through butter as his shaft sank deep into her soaking fuck hole. Pushing deeper and deeper until he was balls deep, he began to fuck her slowly, pulling out until his knob splayed her wide open, then driving back inside her, starting to gradually vary the speed of his thrusts as he fucked her in a ragged and unpredictable pattern.<br><br>His hands went into her hair and yanked on it, pulling back her head so he could suck on her throat, graze her skin with his teeth as he ravaged her with more and more powerful thrusts. Then he let them slip past her and grasp the headboard of the bed, his whole body was now easy to lift into a position where he could really start to pound hard into her, shoving and pushing her into the mattress, hard thrusts drilled into her stretched tube as he eagerly let himself start to fuck her more and more violently, yet still maintaining control of sorts, he was still able to stop if he had to, or at least that's what he told himself. "Is this what you wanted? Is this how you want me to fuck you, you horny little tease. You cock teasing little slut?" he groaned into her ear as he leaned down to bite her earlobe, perspiration beading on his forehead now as her body turned him into a madman, he could not even remember why he had called Robert now, surely he could keep Steph awake just by fucking her around the clock.<br><br><em>*Downstairs the front door eased open and a lone figure entered the house... searching for something, or someone...*</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dream or Scream!?  (Jack Stalker and Kissin Kate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kissin Kate</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 12:42:56</strong>
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				She nodded at his words, though she doubted that she would ever be able to get enough of him. She had wanted him for so long and probably no matter what he did she wasn't about to let him slip away. She whimpered at the loss of his cock inside of her, she felt so empty when he wasn't filling her up anymore. Though as she felt his lips begin to kiss down her body she got butterflies all over inside her stomache. She could feel him go down... down, and down. Until he reached the bottom and could get the sought after reward. She twitched and moaned loudly as she felt his lips all over her cunt, slowly working her over the edge. She was so close, but she didn't wanna cum just yet. She wanted to hold out, until she felt him inside her again. She blushed at the very thoughts she herself had, she not only wanted to cum with him inside her, but she wanted him to cum deep inside her cunt too.<br><br>She grabbed a tight hold to the bedsheets as his tongue delved inside of her and she could feel his hot breath on her already burning cunt. Oh she wanted to hold back but he was making it oh so hard, cause she was so very very close right now. She was relieved as he began to kiss his way back up her body and she smiled as she let one hand run through his hair. "Wonderful Jason..." She was so horny right now that she couldn't manage to get out a whole sentence. And as soon as he slid back into her and began to fuck her again, although slowly she almost cummed right then and there. Not knowing how long she would be able to hold back anymore. He made her feel so good, and so fucking hot.<br><br>She ccould feel his hands in her hair, yanking on it but soon they disappeared and she could feel him come closer, pressing harder into her with his body. Then he began to pound inside of her and now she couldn't hold back any longer. She began to writhe in pleasure, screaming it out as her hands grabbed a hold of him, her nails digging in hard to his back as her orgasm finally hit her, and that it did hard. Her back arched and her nails dragged along the sides of his back. <br><br>She was so lost to her pleasure that she didn't even notice someone enter the house. They hadn't put on the usual alarm as they entered before, though she wasn't aware of that. Otherwise she might be a little nervous now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dream or Scream!?  (Jack Stalker and Kissin Kate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jack Stalker</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 22:28:31</strong>
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				Feeling Steph’s nails dig hard into his flesh and rake at it, scraping gouges into his body, turned Jason on more than he ever thought it would. <br><br>No other woman had ever been so harsh and violent towards his body. His cock hardened even more and he had to stop for a moment, savouring the feel of the scratches she had marked him with before resuming his ragged and violent fucking of her dripping wet cock sheath, his extra girth and length causing his shaft to drag heavily back and forth in her soaking fuck hole as he got closer and closer to coming, her flesh massaging his burning hot member and illiciting growls of pleasure as he fucked her harder and harder. His knuckles whitened as he gripped the headboard so tightly that he was sure it would break and splinter. His hips drove him deeper and deeper into that sucking drenched tunnel of hot flesh, his thoughts beginning to scramble as he gasped and pounded into her, biting down on her neck hard enough to give her a badge of honour as he hurtled towards the edge.<br><br>Jason stopped completely for a second, as suddenly a noise alerted him to the fact that they were not alone, but he was way too fired up, and far too desperate to flood her insides, to stop now. Hoping that it was Robert and that he would have the sense to wait downstairs, he slid his hands to Steph’s hips and then around and up her back until they gripped her shoulder blades as he drilled himself as deep as possible into her eager body. When her back arched and her nails dug deep he could actually feel her cunt flooding his rod with her cunt juice, the thrusts into her became rapid and fluid as her girl juice lubed him up, her orgasm giving him the incentive and opportunity to try and hammer fuck her to oblivion. "AHHH, you fucking bitch…AAHHH CUUMMINGG!" he almost screamed at her, his lips claimed hers in order to douse the torrent of abuse that was on the tip of his tongue as he felt his body tighten all over from his balls all the way along his spine as he shuddered and joined her in orgasmic pleasure.<br><br>The tip of his shaft exploded with cum as he shook and shivered, his cock spewing its load deep into her quivering frame as he looked into her eyes and came deep within her orgasming fuck duct. His hot spunk coated every inch of her insides as he continued to come for quite some time, sperm covering the four corners of her vaginal tract, the sensation of his balls draining themselves into her almost causing him to black out. His sweat soaked body was slick against hers as in one final move he leaned in to bite at one of her nipples, his teeth clenching down hard on her bullet hard flesh as his hips rose and fell, ploughing a final stroke into her, his spurting shaft filling her cunt with cream until it began to leak out of her ravaged gash, his cock showed little sign of diminishing in size as he fought to choose between completely ignoring the sounds that he had heard or continuing to fuck himself hard inside her again. <br><br>Reluctantly he let his cock simply pulse and throb inside her, emptying itself within that heavenly hole as he tried to pull himself together. "I... I think we've got company." he finally managed to gasp, yanking on her hair slightly to bring her face around to him. "You've had a lucky escape. You can consider this little session as the foreplay. Next time we get to do some serious fucking." he told her. It did occur to him for, a second, that he may not get another chance. Now that he had fucked her she might decide that she did not want another 'go' at him and that he was just her expendable chauffeur. That mattered little, he was obsessed with the feel of her body against his and the taste of her flesh in his mouth. If she refused him then he would take what he wanted one last time. Hopefully it would not come to that, hopefully she <em>wanted</em> another orgasm like the one he had just fucked out of her teasing whore of a body.<br><br>Robert’s voice called up from downstairs. "Jason? When you're ready I suggest you come down and bring your 'friend' with you. You know that in these circumstances that time is often an important factor."<br><br>Jason grimaced. “Hold on.” He called out. “Do you want to go and meet my friend? Or do you want me to ask him to wait while I fuck you properly?” he said, half joking as he squeezed her flesh and licked and sucked on her raw bitten nipple. His cock still rock hard between her legs. Jason knew he should be pulling away right now, but her flesh called to him and his rational thought was thin on the ground.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dream or Scream!?  (Jack Stalker and Kissin Kate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kissin Kate</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 13:31:37</strong>
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				She was screaming out her pleasure as Jason hammered hard into her, even when her orgasm was upon her. She had never felt anything quite like this before and she wanted more. She licked her lips and as she finally felt his member twitch inside her and then suddenly burst in a massive explosion of an orgasm from his side she knew she had to have more of him. She was tired but she didn't care, she let her lips kiss the top of his head just before he went down to bit down on her nipple, causing her nails to dig deep into his back again, and the hand that had strayed to his hair grabbed a firm hold and pulled. "Jason..." It was painful but at the same time thrilling as he abused her nipple with his teeth, and it didn't change the fact that she had the hots for him still.<br><br>She sighed to herself and grunted at the mention of company. Why right now, she was still hungry for more of Jason but knowing that there was someone more in the house, waiting, made her feel nervous again. Sorta taking the edge off of things. As Jason continued to speak to her teasingly she smiled and grabbed on to his cheeks, pulling his face up to hers for a deep passionate kiss, her fingers running through his hair and as she broke the kiss she was panting. "Take that as a reminder to keep your word."<br><br>As she heard the other man call up to Jason she sighed. They might as well go down there, she wouldn't be able to enjoy herself properly at the moment anyway knowing that he was down there. Well at least this had kept her mind off of sleep and nightmares. "We might as well go down and see him. The mood is killed now anyways." She let him hold on to her for a little while longer, loving the feel of his tongue and lips upon her slightly sore nipple. After a few more minutes she pushed him away and slid out of bed.<br><br>She grabbed a towel and turned to Jason. "I'm going to take a shower, and I don't want you to disturb me. Get yourself dressed I'll be right back." She headed for the bathroom and locked the door, turning on the shower and then stepping in to let the hot water rinse down over her sweaty body. This was the first time she had enjoyed someone being this rough against her. This was the first time she had enjoyed sex.<br><br>She closed her eyes as she leaned against the wall, trying to calm down her beating heart and burning body that still yearned for more of his touch. "Alright, calm... calm..." She mumbled to herself. She had to get her act together. It wouldn't do well to just simply fall into Jason's arms whenever she felt like it. She had a reputation to uphold, and by god she was gonna do that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dream or Scream!?  (Jack Stalker and Kissin Kate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jack Stalker</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 17:20:06</strong>
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				It was not easy for Jason to simply let Steph go, even having just filled her writhing body with his cum he could still feel his cock beginning to harden again, he had to fight to allow her to slip away from him. It was <em>especially</em> hard to do so after her parting kiss, but as she got up her words left a bit of a sting. Although he did not let her see their effect. Was she joking? Or was her order not to disturb her and her command to get dressed part of her slipping back into the role of his boss. Putting him back in the employee box for her to play with later when she got the urge.<br><br>He would not let her turn him into something he hated, but there was something inside him that called to him, that whispered to him that she <em>better</em> be ready for him again, when he wanted her, otherwise he might just have to <em>take</em> what he wanted from her. He might just have to force those thighs apart and sink into that flesh, to grasp those wide hips and force his way into that curvaceous body of hers. Of course maybe she was merely jesting, trying to keep the mood light, perhaps even a little embarrassed by the arrival of his friend.<br><br>Halfway through getting dressed, he was almost startled by Robert's unannounced appearance at the door.<br><br>"Hello Jason, I decided to come up. Time <em>is</em> of the essence after all." said Robert.<br><br>He was a short man, maybe in his late forties with greying hair and a short trimmed beard. He carried a briefcase with him that he took over to the dresser and clicked open.<br><br>"Maybe it doesn't have to be like <em>last time</em>?" said Jason, slipping on his shirt and pulling closed his pants. Not in the least bit embarrassed by the fact that he had obviously been fucking Stephanie mere moments before Robert had arrived.<br><br>"Well, <em>now</em> that you mention it, I <em>think</em> I have made some successful improvements since last time." Robert took out a 'injector' gun from the case and clipped two coloured vials of liquid into it. "This should be <em>much</em> more effective than the last attempt, although obviously all of this is beyond the realms of medical science. You know, you really should have tried not to get involved with anyone again. If I had <em>any</em> sort of ethics or principles beyond perfecting this drug, then I would probably have nothing more to do with you, but you're such a wonderful subject." he told Jason with a twisted sort of grin. He looked towards the bathroom door.<br><br>"Did you fuck her?" he asked, Jason looked at him furiously. "Don't bother to deny it Jason, you've probably just made matters worse." Robert tapped the injector device and went to stand by the bed.<br><br>Jason frowned, then called out. "My friend, Robert, he's up here. You probably should come out to meet him." he looked back to the man, then went and sat on the edge of the bed. Both of them looking at the bathroom door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dream or Scream!?  (Jack Stalker and Kissin Kate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kissin Kate</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 17:35:18</strong>
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				Since the water from the shower was washing over her she didn't hear anything that went on outside the bathroom doors. Not until she heard Jason's voice call to her through the door. With a slight sigh she stood back up properly and stuck her head out of the shower to call back to him. "Alright. I'll be right out. But could you two just leave the room so that I can get dressed before anything else is done."<br><br>Her voice was sweet, but it was still almost an order for them to leave her bedroom. She thought she had the right to do so. It was after all her room. Had she known what the two of them had talked about out there and what Robert had in his hand she might've been a little more nervous and not so eager to get out of the shower just yet.<br><br>Robert wouldn't have had to ask Jason if he had fucked Steph. There was evidence off it all over the room. Her dress at the floor, the messed up bed and the slightly musky smell in the air. Though she wasn't concerned over that fact just now, since she didn't really realize it just yet. Turning the shower off and stepping out, wrapping the towel around her. Her long hair dripping water down her back as she unlocked the door and headed out into her room. Hoping that both of them had done as she told them. She didn't have anything against Jason staying. But she didn't think it would make a good first impression to meet Robert wearing just a simple short towel that ended half way down her thighs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dream or Scream!?  (Jack Stalker and Kissin Kate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jack Stalker</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 18:29:55</strong>
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				Hearing her request, Jason motioned to Robert to leave the room.<br><br>"Does she know? Have you told her anything?" Robert asked him. Jason shook his head.<br><br>"Good." said Robert. "We should let her do the talking, then I'll explain what I can do. In fact there's no reason to tell her the truth at all now is there? Especially since it would be bad for her if it fails anyway." he suggested. "We can call this a uplifter. Something that will keep her awake and full of life. No need to sleep at all for a while." he grinned in his twisted way.<br><br>"Of course, you know that it's the complete opposite don't you? You know that this will put her out like a light. Her and you?" he asked Jason, although in a fashion which implied that he was not really expecting an answer of any kind. "Should we even bother with the niceties, we could grab her as soon as she comes out of the bathroom?" he asked the question as more of a suggestion. Eyebrows raised as he paused by the door. "Grab my case will you, we don't want her rummaging about in there, now do we?" <br><br>Jason took the case up. "We talk to her first, alright. I don't want her being hurt... any more than she already has been."<br><br>"That's the trick now isn't it." smiled Robert.<br><br>Jason almost snarled, but it was more at himself for letting his lust run away with him, but that was part of the problem. He would much rather have been lying in bed with Steph right now, kissing her softly and running his fingers through her hair after their torrid and enthusiastic fucking. Instead he was being swept along by Robert and events, hell, he almost felt like agreeing with the man and just jumping Steph when she left the bathroom, his taste of her had ignited a desire and a lust in his mind that he had not realised was even there, he did not just want to make love to her or fuck her again, he wanted to take her flesh, to invade it, to feast on her body. He would be a willing slave to her every order, she merely had to open her legs and groan out her appreciation for whatever it was he decided to do to her.<br><br>Maybe he would never even reach another party with her, perhaps next time they were in a limo together he would pull over and fuck her in it, just like he had secretly wanted to for months.<br><br>He waited to get the 'all clear' so they could start talking to her.<br><br>Robert folded his arms behind his back and tapped his foot impatiently.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream or Scream!?  (Jack Stalker and Kissin Kate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kissin Kate</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 00:58:39</strong>
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				She smiled slightly as she saw that both of them had followed her wish to leave to let her dress in private. Though now that she was alone her nightmarish thoughts returned. The images flashing by. The fatigue after the night events finally starting to take it's toll out on her. as she motioned for the drawer in which she kept her underwear she felt it as if she moved in slow motion. She felt so heavy.<br><br>Her eyelids were heavy as well and she twitched keeping them wide as she realized that she had dozed up for the briefest of seconds. Forcing herself to move quicker even though her body fought against it. Her body calling for the softness of the bed behind her. She pulled on a pair of red lace panties and a simple black bra. Then she headed over to the closet, dropping the towel to the floor in the process. Pulling out a black skirt and a green v-neck top.<br><br>Leaning against the closet door for the briefest second after pulling her clothes on, feeling her still dripping hair leave cold drops of water drizzling down her back. The nightmares once again returning clear in her mind, causing her to twitch and gasp in the process. She had to get them out of her head. Or at least understand what they meant. Why now? She yawned and headed over to her bedroom door, glancing on it and looking around. Even if they had left Robert's suitcase inside her room she probably wouldn't even have noticed it. "Jason..." Her voice sounded tired, and she looked the same.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream or Scream!?  (Jack Stalker and Kissin Kate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jack Stalker</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 00:13:39</strong>
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				<br>Listening for her cue, Jason opened the door and he and Robert walked back in. Robert walking over to offer her his hand. "Hello Stephanie, please, call me Robert. I'm a friend of Jason's here." he looked back at Jason. "I hear that you've been having some unusual dreams. It's odd that you should mention such a thing, yet fortunate at the same time." he looked her up and down, "You look very tired. It seems that I got here just in time." he added.<br><br>"Just explain to her." said Jason moving into the room and sitting on the edge of the bed.<br><br>"Very well," frowned Robert. "These dreams of yours, have you told Jason about them, have you told him what happens in them?" he asked.<br><br>"Not in so many words, but it's obvious. Show him some of the marks." he said To Steph.<br><br>Robert held up his hand. "No need. There is no doubt that you are in need of my help. I need the both of you to lie down on the bed while I give you each an injection. There is little point explaining the details and the specifics, needless to say that going to sleep normally is very dangerous for you. This drug..." he produced the injector gun. <br><br>"…will help the dreams to be pushed away. It's difficult to explain to a layman, but Jason will be there with you in your dreams, I will drug him too and as a result of your proximity and the chemicals inside triggering certain parts of your brains, you will link up. He will be able to help you with the problems you have been suffering." he spoke as if what he was saying was the most sensible and logical thing to say in the world.<br><br>Instead of the mad ramblings of a stranger that they could be thought to be.<br><br>Jason pitched in. "I know it's crazy sounding, but it's true. Trust me Steph. You've seen the weirdness, the marks on your body are the evidence. Give this a go..."<br><br>Robert moved slowly forwards, injector in hand. Intent on using it to put both of them to sleep, whereupon Jason, apparently, would be able to help Steph, within her dream...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream or Scream!?  (Jack Stalker and Kissin Kate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kissin Kate</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 15:52:51</strong>
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				Steph twitched and took a step back as Robert swiftly moved over to her offering her his hand to shake. She relaxed slightly then and shook it. "Nice to meet you Robert."<br><br>She didn't have much time to say anything else as Robert continued speaking. Her eyes followed his movements as he looked her up and down. Causing her to squirm lightly although she didn't know why so she shook it off. Trying to follow what both of them spoke about. But being so tired now that she was barely able to think herself. <br><br>Even less energy did she have to try and understand what Robert was speaking about. As Jason told her to show Robert the marks she was ready to pull her top up but stopped as Robert told her it wasn't needed. She shook her head, feeling more confused then ever. As Jason pitched in she had already made up her mind. And as he told her to give it a go she put her hand on his arm.<br><br>"It's okey Jason. I'll do it."<br><br>She smiled at him and went to sit down on the bed, wondering if she should lay down now or if there was something else she would need to answer or think of. She swallowed, slightly nervous, as Robert moved forward with the injector in his hand. She had twitched even the first time he had showed it to her and it didn't make any difference now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dream or Scream!?  (Jack Stalker and Kissin Kate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jack Stalker</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 03:18:01</strong>
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				Jason stood up as Steph approached the bed and brushed a hand against her cheek. It was something he would not have done in different company, of course, but with Robert he did not seem to mind if the man thought anything of it, in fact he knew that Robert would be aware of his feelings for Stephanie. After all, that was why he was here, why they were all here really. Jason did not want anything to happen to her. He had already had to suffer the loss of someone he cared about, he had no wish to endure that sort of thing again.<br><br>"Just relax, everything will be fine." he said to her. Things were moving quickly and he hoped that she would go along with things without asking too many questions, such as what the chances were that she would start having bad dreams and by sheer coincidence her chauffeur would know someone who could help, someone involved in experimental dream research and development techniques. The chances were pretty slim, yet here they all were, ready to get down to business, Jason not even sure what he was supposed to be doing as Steph had not managed to explain what was going on in her head to him, although he could make a pretty good guess.<br><br>He shifted back on the bed, placing his hands on Steph's shoulders to bring her back into a lying position as he moved back himself, lying down next to her he took hold of her hand and laced his fingers between hers. "Just relax and let yourself go. The drug will have you asleep in no time. It will be the same as when you normally sleep and dream except that I'll be there as well." he explained to her. He was really hoping that she was too tired to be thinking that he or Robert were crazy or out of their minds.<br><br>Even though it may be partially true.<br><br>Robert moved closer and get ready to inject them. "You'll feel a small sting and then you'll drift off, if there is any sign of undue distress I'll bring you out of your sleep, I have a counteragent that will definitely wake you up as fast as this puts you down." he assured both of them. Of course he did not really have to reassure Jason but he did so anyway.<br><br>Jason turned to look at Steph, wondering if she was tired, scared, trusting or something else.<br><br>He watched as Robert stifled a yawn, and before Jason could express his worry at such an action, the injector was against Steph's neck and then his own, sending both of them off to sleep with a surge of illegal and experimental chemicals that would either do some good or make matters worse..<br><br>Robert sat down in a nearby chair and yawned, stretched and then took out a flask of coffee from his case.<br><br>Outside the fog began to roll in.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream or Scream!?  (Jack Stalker and Kissin Kate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kissin Kate</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 12:55:02</strong>
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				She gave Jason a nervous smile as he walked over to her and brushed a hand against her cheek. She couldn't help but to lean in to his warm touch. It felt safe and she was glad that he would be going with her since she really didn't wish to do this alone. Just in case the nightmares came... no, she was sure that the nightmares would come this night too. Like it had every other night for the past week or so. The only thing she didn't understand was, why now? How could a dream be this intense,? So... so... so real?<br><br>She was scared. She couldn't help it. And it only got worse as Jason put his hands on her shoulders to guide her down next to him on the bed. His hand holding on to her was little comfort and she snuggled up closer to him, wanting to feel his warmth since she herself felt cold and chilly. She didn't think much about how Jason had come to know Robert. Surely he had had a life before he came to work her and she wasn't about to go poking there at the moment. Cause perhaps he didn't mention any of it cause it was painful. Besides he wasn't the only one who was keeping secrets. She thought momentarily on the darker parts of her own past.<br><br>She heard Jason's voice but couldn't really make out what he was saying. As Robert spoke up she was able to clear her mind and focus just a little. Nodding slightly. She wouldn't ask questions if Jason didn't. She would trust Robert if Jason did. She nuzzled her head up against Jason's shoulder, still holding on to his hand. So she didn't notice Robert stifling a yawn, and shortly after she felt the sting from the needle and then she began to drift off, it felt as if she was floating.<br><br>She awoke shortly after. At least it felt like it, though something was wrong. She searched for Jason's hand, turning to find herself staring at the empty bed. Where was he? "Jason..." Her voice sounded frightened already. She wanted to get off the bed, to look for him. But she was afraid. "Jason?" Her voice was just slightly stronger now. She looked around the room. Everything was dark. Outside, inside. The only light she saw was the one coming from the open door that lead to the hall. "Jason please, where are you?" She was on the verge of crying. She didn't like this. She didn't like this at all.<br><br>Outside the fog began to roll in. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream or Scream!?  (Jack Stalker and Kissin Kate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jack Stalker</strong> on <strong>18-10-2010, 21:58:55</strong>
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				Robert looked at his watch, it had been a few minutes now so there was nothing to really look for or even expect. He twisted the cap off of his thermos and poured himself a coffee, taking out a pack of cigarettes as he did so. He lit one up and started to smoke it, taking regular sips of his drink in between his long drawn out puffs on the cigarette. His eyes moving between Jason and Stephanie as they both slumbered in front of him, the glances moving to Stephanie, most of the time.<br><br>Jason was already succumbing to the drug and drifting off to sleep, he did not like the way that Robert was almost raping Stephanie with his eyes and only now he was wondering what exactly Robert would be doing to keep himself awake while he and Steph were asleep. A more unscrupulous individual might have stripped what few clothes she was wearing off of her incredible body and fucked her while she lay there drugged out of her mind, taking outrageous advantage of the unconscious girl. Fortunately he knew Robert was not interested in that sort of thing... but how far did he really trust him? How much temptation could a man resist when faced with the opportunity to freely ravage a body like Steph's?<br><br>His eyelids grew heavy and while he tried to say something it quickly became apparent that he could not form any words, slowly falling unconscious...<br><br>...yet he was apparently awake a moment later!<br><br>Looking around, Jason quickly saw that he was in the driver’s seat of the limousine, outside Steph's house. he could not have been dragged down there by Robert, could he? This meant he was asleep, surely? He was not immediately sure but opened the door and got out, intent on heading back into the house to locate Steph, she was the reason why he was here after all. <br><br>His clothing was the same as it had been before he had 'gone under', pants and a shirt, his jacket and tie abandoned inside. Entering the house with speed he headed for the stairs, it was quiet inside and he could not hear anything as yet. He was lucky to have found his way inside, really, what with the way the entrance to the place had become shrouded in fog.<br><br>Once inside, however, he found his thoughts more and more focused on Steph and where she might be. A baser more wild and driven desire to find her pushed at the front of his mind and he had to remind himself he was here to help her, there could be no satisfaction from fucking her in her dreams, surely, he had to wait until he was back in the real world. He tried to focus on why he was here and what he was doing, but all he could think about was the look in her eyes last time he was inside her, the way her body felt when she was orgasming, and how desperately he needed to feel himself inside her again, fucking into that tight wet hole between her legs. Pushing harder and harder into her boiling flesh.<br><br>He began to search for her in earnest...
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