Don't Shoot the "Messenger", Ch. 17

          Alison was moving through the house humming. She had been making significant headway with Mitch ever since that first night. The Messenger was finally able to get up and move around again on his own. He had taken to reading his Bible out on the porch, and Alison usually joined him after her evening chores were finished. He had gotten his strength back but was still having problems with his memory. Of course, she was thrilled; he still relied heavily on her and the nights were fantastic.  It was like a whole new world for them as they experimented with oils and the newer sex toys Alison had discovered.

           Ivan spent most of his time working in his lab and on the phone with his partners. The success of the nanobots working their wonders on Mitch was tantamount to a miracle. Alison had been so impressed at the way Mitch’s wounds had healed, that one night she had stolen the small vial from Kipling and gotten a small portion of the serum. Later in the privacy of her room, she had injected some into her system. At first, it had been extremely painful, but several days later she had begun noticing some changes. Arthritis in her joints had eased up and she felt younger than she had in years. Alison was hoping they would hold back the aging process when it came to her reproductive organs. After all, she was only forty-eight, and women between forty-two and forty-six were just as fertile as women in their early twenties. More than anything she wanted to carry her baby to term. Alison rubbed her tummy. She was two weeks past her cycle and was pretty sure she was pregnant with The Messenger’s child. Now, more than ever, she needed to get Mitch to agree to a quiet ceremony before telling him he was going to be a father. 

          Mitch watched his fiance as she worked around the house. He had come to feel something for her, although he wasn’t sure it was love. He couldn’t remember what love was or even remember if he had ever felt it. Still, Alison brought out strange feelings in him. One he knew as lust, pure and simple. He craved the nights. She was willing to perform all manner of erotic things to make him feel good. He loved the power he had over her during their lovemaking sessions. When she went down on him, he would sometimes hold her head in place even to the point of almost making her gag until he came. One night, she had brought in some scarves and had him tie her up, and let him do whatever he had felt like. The power surge he had felt to have her so totally in his control had been heady.

Today, he had been taking his pre-breakfast walk around the compound and had come across a length of rope about as long as his arm. It was well-made nylon and actually very soft as he pulled it through his fingers but at the same time, his hands enjoyed the feel of the braids as they rippled across his palm. It had been pleasurable and he had tucked it into his belt. Tonight he planned on using it. He envisioned Alison begging for its touch before he was through. As he watched her, Mitch noticed that she was looking softer and seemed to be filling her little dress out nicely. She was actually a pretty little thing, and he wondered why he was just now noticing it. Her hair, which at first he had thought of as mousy brown, was actually looking very shiny and soft and he had a sudden urge to want to run his hands through it. He felt his body beginning to respond and knew he didn’t want to wait until nightfall. He wanted her now.

Mitch walked up behind her and grabbed her. “I think you’ve cleaned long enough. I want you, Alison, right now,” he growled in her ear. “I will take you right now on this floor. Shall I, Alison?” He suddenly nipped her neck and let himself relish the perfumed scent of that shiny hair. He was primed and was seriously thinking of following up on his words. Deep in the back of his head, a voice suddenly said, “Blasphemy! Sinner!” and Mitch gripped Alison tightly. He started to pull back and let her go, but Alison backed into him rubbing her bottom against him and he pushed the words away as his body ruled his head.

Alison had almost dropped the plate she was drying when he had grabbed her. She couldn’t stop the squeal of surprise, but when he whispered in her ear she melted back into his arms. A part of her wished he would act on his wicked promise and take her right there. Suddenly his hands began moving over her body touching her and stirring up sensations. Her nipples responded to his touch through the fabric of her dress and she felt her breathing escalating, as her body pushed closer to his.

Mitch whispered in her ear. “Alison put the plate down and lean over the table.”

Alison shivered as she heard the voice of “The Messenger “ commanding her, and she did as he told her to.  Bending as she was, she felt vulnerable and exposed as he lifted her dress and began to pull her panties down. The touch of his hand on her flesh sent tingles through her and she knew she was moist and she found herself actually offering up her behind to him. She was beside herself waiting and wondering what he was going to do next.

Mitch smiled to himself as he watched her lift herself up to him, begging to be touched; with one hand he fondled her, stroking her inner thighs and loving the quivering her muscles made with his every stroke. With his other hand, he unzipped his pants and reached in to let himself free. Then he took the rope he had found and begun rubbing it along her bottom and in between her legs.

Alison had no idea what Mitch was using on her but the feel was sensuous and she held on to the edge of the table as her body squirmed. She felt herself wanting the texture of the item on her body, so cool and soft until he ran it between her legs and across her moist opening. Her sensitive nerves felt the ridges and she clenched around it as he drew it through. Suddenly she felt a blow across her behind and a sound like a slap. She jerked from the slight sting and then another “Oh! Mitch, what are you doing?” She was scared but excited, as her body began relishing the blows and she began begging him for more. He continued striking her and soon she was writhing on the table, her body tingling all over.

Mitch was enjoying her cries and he felt his own desire growing with each plea. He finally entered her from behind, his hand once again playing across her now very sensitive rear end, with each of his touches she moaned. Not wanting her to climax before him, he ceased touching her and heard her small voice pleading.

“No, don’t stop, please Mitch, don’t stop!” she begged. Alison was so hot and feverish, as every nerve in her body wanted his touch and he refused to take her to the last step.

“You will wait until I tell you, Alison, understand?” Mitch wanted her to know he was now in charge again. She would feel good when he said so, for now, it was his turn. He took his time, each of her pleas driving him faster to his destination as he finally spilled forth within her. He touched her sensitive bottom and raked a fingernail down it. “Now, my dear.”

Alison’s body was like a live wire, as anticipation and the uncertainty had her body straining for release but he wouldn’t touch her and she knew just one stroke would be the spark. The moment his nail scraped her, Alison screamed as both pain and pleasure roared through her. She climaxed and collapsed on the table, spent. Never before had she experienced anything like that. Mitch’s sadistic streak had made its appearance and God, she had loved every minute of it.

Coming out of his Lab, Ivan had watched the whole encounter with interest. Mitch was showing signs of getting back a few more of his normal traits. Ivan had known sooner or later Mitch’s true self would begin to seep through as he healed. Ivan also was very well aware that Alison had stolen some of his serum. Looking at her, he was pretty sure the nanobots in her were giving her body a makeover, healing any unhealthy tissues and flaws. He also realized she was hoping to become pregnant with Mitch’s child.  He walked back into his lab and headed to his computer to make some notes.

“Subject one is beginning to exhibit signs that suggest his underlying nature is starting to surface. I venture to guess it won’t be long before his memory returns. Subject two is showing signs that her nanobots are also improving her physically. Will be offering services to determine if subject two has rejuvenated enough to carry a child. I’m certain that said child, if there, will also have nanobots in its system and will need monitoring to come to full term.”

In that kitchen, Mitch pulled out and tucked himself back into his slacks. He felt invincible at that moment and sneered at his little fiance’s behind. She was easily manipulated he realized and knew she would do anything he asked of her. Today had taught him something. He liked it when she had screamed at the end and a part of him wanted to hear more of that. Her romantic lovemaking sessions would no longer be enough for him. He wanted her to beg and he would make sure she did from now on. “Alison, clean yourself up. I won't have my fiance looking like a slut with another man in the house.” He turned and left her to go read his Bible. She would do as she was told, so he knew he didn’t have to stand there and watch.

Her body still shaking from release, Alison stood up and reached to pull her panties back up. She hugged herself as she watched him leave the room. He was changing and she wondered how much longer it would be before his memory returned. Rubbing her tummy she realized she was running out of time to get him to marry her. She decided to make another trip into the forest. It was also time to line up a minister to perform the ceremony. If she could get it lined up, she might become Mrs. Laurence before the end of the week It was still pretty early in the morning as she made her way through the forest. She found the herbs and marijuana where she had found them before and decided to once again venture close to Sam’s home. She was drawn to the beautiful home and found herself wishing it was hers.

She took a trail through the woods she had noticed earlier, and found herself coming out of the woods behind the home, but closer to it. She could actually see some of the furnishings inside the windows. It was beautifully laid out, yet she was afraid to move closer and get a truly good look. She carefully sat down and picked up several small flowers and began weaving them together. She had enjoyed learning how to weave when she had been at St. Ann’s and now her hands moved almost on their own, plaiting and making the little wreath. Her thoughts were on Mitch and his unusual behavior. Her heart began racing as she came to the conclusion that she liked what Mitch had done and it excited her. She had never thought she would be turned on like that, but hearing his voice and suddenly picturing him as “The Messenger” had been so arousing, she would have done anything for him. She was and always would be his devoted servant. 

Alison saw some movement in the window and found herself curious to see who else might live in the home in front of her. She had yet to see the father of the children she had seen. She stood up wanting to get a better view and watched as the figure moved closer to the window. He came into view and Alison looked at him long and hard. A chill suddenly took her like a cold breeze had just come up. She knew him and she frowned. She was puzzled because he looked like the old Todd Manning. She had thought Manning looked different these days. At least he had been the last time she had seen him. Even Mitch had told her he had gotten plastic surgery and had claimed to be his brother when he had returned back in 2003. What had he done? Had he gotten his old face back? She was confused and it disturbed her that this man, this “Todd Manning” was so close to them. This could be a problem. She pulled back into the woods, dropping the wreath, and headed back home. 

As she walked, she remembered something about Manning and another man being the people who put Dr. Kipling and Carlo Hesser behind bars. It was time to talk to Ivan and see if this man was one of those responsible. If he was, they needed to find a different hideout. She had no idea what the young boy had told his family, but if they figure out the boy was talking to her, the police might start searching the mountain. She needed to find someplace different now. Her mind went to work, thinking of having to move, and she found herself resenting the man standing in the house behind her. He was going to ruin everything. She trembled, she would not lose Mitch back to prison this close to getting everything she ever wanted.  Mitch had disposed of him once before, they would just have to do it again.