To Trap a Wish...

" To Trap a Wish... " Opulence. The high domed ceiling illuminated by countless low hanging crystal chandeliers. The Baccarat glasses and champagne flutes that tinkle in shiny silver trays. The high fashion clothes partnered with expensive jewelry. Elegant men and women parading in their fineries attended to by uniformed waiters, valets, and bodyguards. Fast cars driven by even faster men. This is the world I was born into. A world that I was a part of... belonged to. I was raised not as a sweet innocent child, but as a prized stallion coached to act in the best way that would serve my goals and reap the results I wanted. It is no wonder therefore that many see me as a trophy to be won... and not as a woman to be loved. The night was ablaze with a million fireworks. They originated from the four corners of the crimson sky to converge at the center, exactly above the dome roof of the City Hall. From the elaborate marble lobby of the building emerged a young woman dressed in a purple satin Givenchy evening gown with silver sequined sleeves. Her hair was pulled up in a fashionable bun, her neck adorned in a diamond choker, and her ears heavy with teardrop diamond earrings. She swiftly made her way to the uniformed chauffer who held the door of the black Lincoln limousine for her, and greeted him with the warmest of smiles. "Good evening Miss Trish. Home I presume?" The driver spoke in a low baritone of a voice. "Not just yet Gaston. I must first visit the site for the ribbon-cutting ceremony tomorrow for the newly openned hotel in Marcos Hi-way. Please steer your wheels there, and after that you may take me home." She winked as she said this, and her driver was at a loss for words, unable to control the blush from spreading across his handsome face as he escorted her to the backseat. He took his time to inhale her sweet scent, Tresor by Lancome was her favorite perfume, and she was quite like her perfume... a rare treasure. "Police Line Do Not Cross" were the words printed on a yellow ribbon that blocked the glass door of the abandoned internet shop in Kisad Road. From inside the small space, a tall bulky man wearing black leather jacket, white gloves, and surgical mask was busy rummaging through folders, discs, and tapes. He held a small but strong flashlight to illuminate the darkened room. He was busy playing the surveillance tapes when a call from his cell jolted him to grab his pants' pocket. "Stryke... found anything yet?" Trish whispered on her cellphone from the backseat of the fast moving limo. "Not just yet my dear... but I am willing to turn this place upside down to be able to link Del Fuego to the murder of Mark Lacanlale III. How was the party?" He placed his flashlight down on a monoblock chair and removed his surgical mask temporarily to reveal a smile that was plastered on his handsome face. It showed everytime he was speaking to this lovely vixen. "It was alright, I guess, full of old fuddy duddies." A giggle could be detected from her tone of voice. Their conversation was interrupted when the chauffer called out to Trish from the driver's seat. "Miss Trish... we're being tailed." And the line went dead. Stryke stared at the beeping cell on his right hand. He tried to call Trish, but the line remained unanswered. Cold sweat began to form on his forehead as he feared the worst for his secret love. Miles away from where he stood, Trish was being bounced around the backseat as the limo careened from side to side. The driver tried to dodge the bullets that were being aimed at them from the pick up behind. "Evasive manuevers Gaston. Try to lose them." Commanded the young woman from the backseat as she removed her Jimmy Choos and dialed just one number from her cell's directory. Ramil was busy tending to his men who fell ill after being under the cold weather for too long in their latest attempt to guard the small town of Buswangga from the opposing rebel group. They just got home after a month to replenish their stocks and had barely been able to dispense cough and colds remedy to his infantry when the call came through. His face was sunburned, but it broke into a wide smile as he realized who the caller was. "Hello my precious, missed me?" He joked. "Ramil... I'm being chased. I don't know who's behind this. They're gaining on me. I'm at Marcos Hi-way... somewhere past the shooting range. I need help..." The line was cut by a deafening sound of a bullet hitting glass, and the beeping sound of a dropped call replaced the sweet voice of the girl on the other end. He immediately rounded up his men, ready to kill for the life of the woman he has long had a crush on, and they rode valiantly into the dark of the night. "Plan B Gaston... execute it at the first plain we pass through." The driver released the auto locks on all the doors as he steered the car away from the flying bullets. "As you wish mistress." The pick up behind them tried to cut their way, and he let them overtake the limo. He slowed down by a pulse, then hit the brake, and immediately went into reverse. He stopped abruptly horizontal to the road, this was the signal for Trish to open the passenger door and jump out of the car unnoticed. She bruised herself as she landed first on her left arm, then she made a forward roll, before she successfully landed on her dainty little feet. She stood up momentarily, her shoes clutched in her right hand, as she gazed in the direction of the car she was in moments ago. The door of the backseat closed, and the battered limo ran at full speed away from the red Nissan Navarra that was firing at it. Try as she did, the license plate eluded her sight. She ran into the welcoming darkness of the trees, cloaked by the mist, she continued on until she heard a familiar voice from somewhere behind the shadows. "Excellent execution of a century old getaway. Sad to say though, I knew you were going to do just that." The voice seemed to surround her, and she felt the real threat close by. She heard a twig snap, but even before she could face her assailant, something blunt hit her head, and she fell heavy as iron on the cold lumpy soil of the ground she stood on. Bright lights. She hated them. It made her head ache even more so than when she first got hit. She tried to open her groggy eyes, they'd flutter open for a couple of seconds, but would close again to shield her from the excruciating brightness. She was tied. She could feel handcuffs biting into her thin smooth skin. Her wrists were held up by the cuffs on either side of her. She was spread eagled, in a standing position... and she was naked. She was vaguely aware that she still had her diamond choker, and diamond teardrop earrings on. Surprisingly, she could feel her Jimmy Choos on her feet, and she could not remember putting them back on again before she lost consciousness. But undeniably she was naked. Her soft glowing skin tingled as she felt the cool breeze on her uncovered body. She could hear murmurs. Fabrics shuffling. Deep breathing. She could sense that there were people here... a crowd of ten or maybe more. They ogled her exposed young curvacious figure. She could hear whispers, of awe and disbelief. Her eyes started to wander. They remained open long enough to see suits, tuxedos. Men, seated on bleachers, with bubbly champagne, and dark colored wine in their hands. They all wore masks, like the ones used in Mardi Gras. They sat in a circular formation, around the stage where she held the spotlight, where she was the main attraction. Del Fuego approached her, naked as she was. He was already hard. His fat, throbbing phallus leading the way to her supple form. He held her hips, a smile spreading through his handsome though wrinkled face. He bent his head, and his warm lips connected with the left side of Trish's neck. He suckled on it, the soft skin of her neck being lifted slightly as it gave in to the pressure of his lips and tongue. His left hand caressed her sides, he softly grazed her skin as if adoring the very form of a goddess now in his grasps. Groggy and unsure of her surroundings, Trish was powerless to resist the sensations that Del Fuego was lavishing on her bound body. He licked lower. His tongue slid to her cleavage, and it tickled the space between her perky breasts. As he did this, he slightly grazed her left nipple with his calloused left hand. His right hand encircled her slim waist, and held her steady as his mouth travelled freely on her firm mammaries. His warm lips encircled her left nipple and gently his tongue flicked the little knob. "Ahhhhh..." A soft moan escaped Trish's lips, and this gave Del Fuego the information of where her trigger point was. From a vigorous flicking motion, his teeth suddenly bit into the sensitive pink nipple of Trish, at the same time his right hand began to mash the other nubile mound of flesh from where his shaking right hand started to knead the firm tit. He alternated doing this between the perky breasts of the girl who could do nothing but twist and moan, her sounds alternating between pain and pleasure. It's like she was drugged, her eyelids were heavy like lead, but every sensation in her body was heightened. The tickling motion of Del Fuego's tongue was almost unbearable to stand, she wanted to embarce his neck, and feed more of her upthrusted boob into his eager mouth. His biting motion was a pleasurable pressure which made her throw her head back, and rub her naked long thighs together in an attempt to squeeze her pussy lips against each other. Del Fuego could sense that this girl was very receptive to his ministrations, he knew from her body movements that she was already as turned on as he was. He could not deny the hard, hot, spear of flesh between his groin area and her left thigh. His cock jerked several times and excreted the clear precum that made it easy for him to slide his manhood against her soft smooth leg. He groaned in anticipation of the time when he'd be able to slide his enormous cock in her eagerly awaiting pussy. He squeezed her breasts together, and once her nipples were touching each other he began to flick his tongue on both tips, causing the girl to pull on her cuffs, and jumped up several times either to escape the tickling sensation of his tongue, or to tell him to continue what he was doing. A leer spread accross his handsome face, he now had control over this young beautiful body, and he would play it to his best advantage even if it would last only for one night... he'd make sure she would remember it for the rest of her life. She could hear soft moans, male voices undeniably in the throes of pleasure. She openned her eyes, and saw that the men wearing masks now had women joining them. The girls were naked exept for chastity belts. Their breasts were out in the open, free to be played with by the men whose cocks they were either jerking or sucking. They all had long silky blond hair although some looked Asian, and they were all doing their best to pleasure the men in the bleachers who had drinks in one hand, and breasts in the other. Slurping sounds permeated the air, the smell of flesh was overpowering. The temperature in the darkened small room was undeniably hot, as the bodies reached a certain level of excitement. Her eyes closed again as Del Fuego now kneeling before her started to kiss her outer pussy lips. As he did this, he massaged her butt cheeks, and blew warm air on her clit. She involuntarily jerked when he stuck his index finger in her partly wet hole, and squirmed it until it was completely buried in her tight vagina. He slowly retracted his digit, then placed it in his mouth once it was all the way out, only to put it all the way in again. He kept his gaze focused on her lovely face, memorizing her every expression of utmost pleasure. Her groans and moans were becoming louder, as little by little her reserves started to desert her. She was beginning to let herself go, to give in to the pleasures that he was giving her. No words were said by this young creature, but her gyrations and facial expressions were enough to turn an impotent man into a raving maniac. Del Fuego started to stick his tounge out to play with her sensitive clit, he held her hips in place as he tortured her repeatedly with the pleasure of his talented tongue. He slurped up her juices, and fucked her wet pussy with his rather wide tongue, and she was powerless to resist his movements. He would have wanted her to suck his cock, or even to just jerk it, but he was always careful with his actions. He did not want the girl to have any leverage in the situation. It would always have to be like this... he should always be in command. He took it a beat faster as his tongue sliced through her wet slightly parted pussy lips, and fucked her with his wet tongue. She was squirming uncontrollably, as her first orgasm for the night was fast approaching. "Ready to cum aren't you... want to flood my mouth with your cunt juices don't you?" He stopped momentarily as he rubbed her pussy lips together with his right hand. "Tell me what you want... beg me to let you cum... say it. Tell the others that you want me to bring you to orgasm." Del Fuego said smiling at the girl whose face registered the need to cum quickly. He did not move until she said it slowly, reluctantly. "Please... please make me cum... I need it... I need to cum... please make meee cccummmmmm!!!" She wasn't able to finish her plea as Del Fuego suddenly plastered his face to her groin area and stuck his tongue in her wet cunt. He pinched her hard clit at the same time while grabbing her left butt cheek and mashing it. All the combined actions pushed Trish off the edge, and her legs started to shake involuntarily. She came wildly as she pulled on her cuffs, and threw her head back. She surrendered to the waves of pleasure that assaulted her nubile body repeatedly. She was still cumming when Del Fuego suddenly stood up to thrust his hard shaft in her quivering pussy. He did it without warning, and her eyes almost bulged out of their sockets when she felt her inner pussy walls suddenly stretched by the rather enormous cock of the older man. "Take it... take it all the way in... take it in deep bitch. This is what you want... this is what you need... a big... hard... fat cock... to plow your tight young pussy. Take it! Take my big old cock in your slippery wet cunt bitch." She could smell her juices on his face, she could see the glint of pride in his eyes as he said this. He knew that she was liking his every movement, and her body made sure he was rewarded for it. Her hips swayed from side to side, changing every now and then to a forward backward motion, then to a circular movement... trying to guide his cock in the direction she wanted it to hit. Del Fuego's eyes closed, as he bent to kiss Trish on her lips. Their tongues danced, and she could taste her juices on his mouth. His movements became erratic, as his impending orgasm neared. He clutched her hips tightly, too tight in fact that his figers left prints on her soft supple skin. "Ahhhh fuck... I'm close... take it... take my seed deep in your soft tight pussy... take it... taaaakkkeee iiiitttt!!!" She suddenly felt his cock grow even bigger, as it throbbed repeatedly in her pussy. His cum splattered in her pussy walls, hot and forceful as it spurted again and again. Her orgasm came when he continued to fuck her as he filled her pussy with his sticky cum. "Ohhhh noooo, I'm about to cummmm tooooo!!!" She jumped up and down like a lunatic under the moon, obviously trying to match Del Fuego's orgasm and movement. Her perky tits jumping to scrape his hairy chest. She continued to shake as her skin broke out in goose bumps, and turned a slight shade of red. She rode her orgasm to the last drop, and saw her turn to take command when Del Fuego tried to disentangle his body from her after his orgasm was spent. She suddenly clamped her legs around his waist, a lock that was almost a vise-like grip. He could not retract his phallus, her cunt muscles and thigh power made it impossible for Del Fuego to escape. She rode his still hard cock, as she saw the surprised look on his handsome wrinkled face. "We're not done... there's always a twist with Trish." She sneered at him as she began to use her cuffs as leverage to successfully lift her body and lower it repeatedly on Del Fuego's cock. He tried to push her away, but she was adamant. She squeezed her cunt muscles, and a moan escaped from somewhere in Del Fuego's throat. His cock remained hard, much to his surprise, as the naughty but talented girl performed miracles on his old form. It only took a moment for Del Fuego to react, his savage side took charge, and he gave in to the primal need of the girl to copulate. He squeezed her tits hard, grinning lewdly at the succulent reddish tips of her breasts. He looked at her face, and immediately his hips began to pumps his hard cock in and out of her accomodating cunt walls. She threw her head back, as she fucked him back in a circular motion. She became wild... like a goddess untamed. Their fucking sped up, both eager to make the other cum... yet both wanting to prolong the sensation. Del Fuego kissed her again, a kiss that was full of promises... gentle, and kind... different from what he tried to show to the world of himself as fearless and brusque. It was a glimpse of what he truly was inside... and only this girl was able to do that. He fucked her faster, wanting to give her the best fuck of her life. He wanted to own this moment... as the man who made her cum infront of other strangers. He wanted her to remember... remember this night, this episode in her life, but most of all... to remember him. She could hear the moans getting louder as the spectators were beginning to cum one after the other. Her eyes opened to see the women busy trying to swallow the sperm that was erupting from the men's cocks. Their hair a mess, and their faces smeared with the white sticky fluid. The sight of all the cocks spewing forth hot molten cum caused her to ride Del Fuego's cock even harder. And it didn't take long before they both reached their climax together. "Ahhh... can't take much more... Trish... am about to... about to... aaahhhhh cccummmmm!!!" Del Fuego bit her left nipple sending her to the brink of ecstasy. Her body convulsed and her eyes closed as her pussy walls clamped down hard on the fat cock that was squirting sperm inside her. "Me too... me toooooo... ohhhhhh ssshiiittttt!!!" She continued to ride his cock until their orgasms were spent. And she released her clamped legs around his waist. White bubbly cum began to travel down her long thighs, and Del Fuego stared at it. A smile broke from his lips, as he snapped his fingers and two women approached him. "Clean her up." He ordered, and immediately the two kneeled infront of Trish, and ate out her pussy of the cum that Del Fuego excreted there. They lapped up the pink, open cunt of the girl whose wrists were still tied. Afterwhich they stood up, and all three kissed. They deposited the cum that they were able to scoop up from her cunt, and placed it in her mouth. Trish eagerly lapped up their tongues, greedy to recieve Del Fuego's sperm. The mood was broken by gunshots, and everybody was jolted into action. The men pulled up their pants, and the women scampered to escape the premises. Del Fuego appraoched Trish, a key in his right hand. He released Trish's right wrist, and gave her the key. "You stole an important shipment from me... I've already extracted my payment. Next time you need anything, call me." He kissed her left cheek, and ran to escape. She was still naked... she was beautiful. Adorned only in her glittering diamond choker and teardrop earrings, she was a sight to behold as she ran swiftly in her three inches high heeled Jimmy Choos. A uniformed guard was lying unconscious in a hallway, and she bent down to take his armalite. Just as she was about to flee, two armed guards saw her, their mouths open. Clearly the armed men were in a conundrum... unable to decide whether to shoot this naked lovely creature, or fall in love with her. She aimed at the flourescent lamp above the head of the two men, shattering it into pieces, and bringing darkness into the area... she escaped unnoticed as the two men tried to flee the other way. Almost there. Trish was about to open the main gate when two gunshots stopped her and made her turn around. A security guard lay motionless on the ground, as a man in army fatigues approached to help her. He took off his cap and introduced himself. "My name's Ron... Ka Pulvuron. I am a double agent for Ramil. I am at your service." He took off his jacket, and draped it on Trish. Just when they were about to leave, a soft whimpering voice was heard by Trish, and she turned to the direction of the sound. An outhouse, a small log cabin held a wounded man. "Help... please... help me." The man whispered to no one in particular. He was unaware of his surroundings. In shock, incoherent, and clearly confused. Handsome, bulky, he was strapped to a chair, his long black hair covering his face. His only clothing was a pair of faded jeans, and his chest and biceps rippled with muscles and sweat. Trish kneeled infront of the wounded stranger, she held his face momentarily, looking deep into his unfocused eyes. "It's ok, you're safe now... we'll get you out." Trish and Ron released the chains that bound the man to his chair, and they both supported his weight as they left the area. They met Ramil and a few of his men on the way out of the compound. Stryke arrived shortly after. Ramil took Trish home, Ron took the wounded stranger to the doctor friend of Ramil, and Stryke stayed behind to make sure no trace of evidence would be left to connect the incident tonight to the presence of Trish. All in all, the escape was a success, no one got hurt and everyone was safe... or so they thought. EPILOGUE: Franco woke up in a hospital bed, his wounds taken cared of. A man in fatigues, stood near by, staring out into the open window. He cleared his throat, and tried to sit up. The man approached him quickly and introduced himself. "My name's Ron, we saw you tied and wounded, we rescued you and brought you here. Is there anyone you need to contact? A family member perhaps?" He assisted the wounded man to sit up in bed. "I am Franchesco. And no... I have no one to call." His mind was fuzzy, his memory in bits and pieces. But one face comes to mind as he was being tortured... a beautiful woman, in a diamond choker, and teardrop earrings... he wasn't sure... but she was the one giving orders for him to be repeatedly tortured. He would get even... revenge was his. This girl, whoever she was, would suffer... he would make sure of it.