The Dawn of Darkness (Part 20)

The sound of their tiptoeing steps echoed down the empty corridor as they made their way towards the pool area. Julie had laced her fingers through Bryan's and was squeezing tightly, holding onto him as she pulled him along. She was eager for a fucking, this one. There had been others that were sexually aggressive, but she had a different air about her. Bryan had gotten the sense that this fucking was all about her. The other ones had made it about helping him, saving him, mending him. He very quickly got the impression that Julie's intention was to use him as much as he wanted to use her. They just had very different ideas of what the climax would entail.

The pool had just recently been treated and the sting of chlorine filled their nostrils. Bryan was still adjusting to it. Julie took in a deep whiff and sighed in virtual ecstacy. "I love it when it's like this," she declared.

She turned and faced him, hooking her fingers into the front of his pants. She tilted her head up and pulled his head down towards her, kissing him hard. She ground her body against his. Bryan's eyes stayed open, focused on the glassy surface of the water. It was still, save for a couple of random waves, smaller than those made in a bathtub. He envisioned disturbing that surface, listening to the water crash against their bodies.

He thought about the sight of her head disappearing beneath it. Of holding it under. That thought made him smile against her kiss.

"Mmmmm, you like that?" Julie pulled away from him slightly and ran her tongue along his collarbone.

Bryan leaned in and kissed her again, harder this time. She returned his ferocity. Her hands dug deeper into his pants, fishing around for a hint of skin. Bryan's dick was still semi-limp, pointed down along the inside of his thigh. Her fingers swept back and forth in a fruitless search. She broke from him and stared down. "You in there?" she asked.

"Yeah. It's the wine. Give me a few minutes to warm up." He ran his hands along the front of her shirt and appreciated the firmness of her breasts. They were full but tight to her chest, not an ounce of jiggle to them like most larger breasts had.

Flick it! I shouted. Give it a little flick!

Bryan curled his middle finger down and pinned it with his thumb. She eyed him with caution. In a split second he released the digit, nailing her dead on in the nipple with the tip of his finger. She let out a small yelp and took a tiny hop backwards. The breast hadn't jiggled. Her nipple was now a hard little rock inside of her shirt, pointing at his chest.

"What the fuck did you do that for?" she asked with ire in her voice, and started to rub her palm against her tit. While she was preoccupied with that one, he quickly reached over and nailed the other.

"OUCH!" she yelped louder this time. "Knock it off, fucker!"

Bryan smiled slyly. "Awe, come on! I wanted them to come out and say hello!"

"Well then you pinch them a little! Or you take off my top and start to suck on them. But you don't fucking flick me in the goddamn nipples! Christ! Have you ever even been with a girl?" Julie was backing away and rubbing at both of her breasts now. Her eyes were looking clearer. The wine was wearing off and her patience was wearing thin.

Bryan reached out and took her by the wrist. He needed to pry the hand from her chest, and it took several awkward moments of silence looking into her eyes with that reassuring glance that he'd perfected over the years. That one that said: "I'm just a normal, boring, average guy. I don't mean you any harm."

That look always made me laugh. He hated hearing me laugh in his head. A couple of times I came close to breaking his concentration. Close... but not quite.

She allowed him to hold her hand and draw her back to him. "So how does this aqua-fuck work? I thought this was something we would be doing in the water." Bryan had reached around her back with one hand and was massaging gently on her lower back. She closed her eyes to slits and relaxed her muscles.

"Yeah..." She was now leaning her head against his chest. "But let me go get something first." She pulled back and started to walk backward. "Be naked by the time I get back." With that, she turned and headed swiftly off in the direction of the women's locker room.

His shirt came off first, yanked over his head and tossed to the side. He kicked loose his shoes and then started to undo his belt. By the time that he had his pants to his ankles, he was keenly aware of his desire rising again. Maybe it was because his heart had started racing in anticipation. Maybe it was the sweat beginning to bead at his temples, even in the cool air inside the room. Or maybe it was the sight of his fully erect cock as he bent over to yank off his socks.

Oh lookee, Bry! You got it up again and there isn't a bloody head in sight!

"Not yet there isn't," he chuckled aloud back at me.

You're not really serious about killing this one, are you? She could be a fun fuck! Did you see that tight ass of hers?

"Yeah, so? Did you see that long, delicate neck of hers?" Bryan was now idly toying with his cock, wrapping his fingers around the shaft and running his thumb in circles at the tip.

Fuck, Bry! I'd really had it. There was no purpose to me being around this madhouse any longer. He had even stopped pinning the dreams on me. He was embracing his insanity. Relishing it. Where he once needed me to believe that I was the criminal, the degenerate, the lunatic... he was now assuming every role of his own volition. And it filled him with a sick sense of pride to do so. Not that he saw it as sick. Those lines were too blurred for him to see anything other than the next pulse-less girl.

Julie came padding out of the locker room totally nude. She'd pulled her hair back into a ponytail. It was then that he realized why her tits were so solid. They were firm circles sitting on her rib cage, obvious implants. Her aerolas were uneven, the left one shaped in more of an oval than a circle, and the right one higher up on her chest than the left. They might have looked good in clothing, but in the flesh they almost brought bile up into Bryan's throat.

He swallowed hard and waited for her to get closer. Her head was angled forward and she was staring him down from the tops of her eyes, an attempt to look either sexy or aggressive. His gaze ran down to where her bush would have been if she had one. She was completely bare, the pale glow of her skin making her pussy look like that of a 10 year old girl's. There was a bit of metal poking out. Her clit was pierced.

She had a jar of something in her right hand. When she was a couple of feet from him, he made out the label.

"Vaseline," she offered, holding up the jar. "It's not water soluble. It's the aqua-fuck's best friend." She popped off the jar and dug two fingers deep into the thick jelly. There was a good tablespoon's worth of it when she pulled them out and held them up for his inspection. She turned around and bent at the waist, showing off her ass.

Now her ass was truly a thing of perfection. Tight, muscular and rounded. The skin glowed like it had been shined up with a floor buffer. Her legs were equally muscular, as well as long and taut. She spread her feet open slightly and positioned her legs in an inverted "V" shape. The hand with the loaded fingers appeared between her legs. She smoothed the Vaseline into her slit and massaged it around her asshole. The tip of her middle finger went in up to the first knuckle. The skin puckered and flexed around it.

Now this, THIS I like! If you're going to fuck this one up too, at least smack that fucking ass just ONCE for me before you do!

Bryan leaned in and gave her flank a hearty smack. She responded much more positively to this than the nipple flicking, arching her back and letting out a hard sigh.

"Do that again!" she ordered. Bryan complied, bringing his opposite hand down on the other ass cheek. She now had matching marks. She ran her hand back between her legs and pressed a finger into her pussy. Her other hand was cupping one of her mutilated tits. "You wanna fuck this?" she taunted.

"Hell yeah!" Bryan moved forward, holding his dick in one hand and angling to insert it up her back door.

"Well, catch me and fuck me then!" Julie was off and in the water before Bryan knew what was going on. The splash of her body hitting the water reverberated off the walls. She was half way across the length of the pool before he finally dove in.

She treaded water until he reached her and then wrapped her legs around his torso and her arms around his neck. As her tongue entered his mouth, his cock slid into her well oiled pussy. They bobbed in the water as he tried to keep his head above the surface and his thrusting at a semi-consistent rhythm.

"I can't!" he started panting. "I can't fuck you hard this way!"

Julie was laughing. "What if I don't want it hard?" Her elbows were digging into the tops of his shoulders now. "What if I like it this way?"

He could only make shallow thrusts at an uneven pace. He could hardly hold onto her and she was pressing her weight onto him, dragging him under.

"You need to get off of me," Bryan was attempting to twist his torso, but Julie's legs were firmly around his waist. She jammed her elbow even deeper into his shoulder, causing him to yelp sincerely in pain.

"There was this guy once," as she started the sentence, a strange air came over her. Her voice started to sound disconnected. "He wouldn't get off of me. I was trying to swim and he jumped in and wouldn't get off. You know what I did?"

The bottom of Bryan's nose was at the surface of the water. His mouth was fully submerged and he could no longer verbally respond. Julie was dragging him down. He shook his head to her question.

"I went still. Like when you float on your back? How you let your spirit kind of escape you and float out of your body and look down? That's when I came back up. I came up to the surface when I gave up and went still." Her eyes were glassy. Julie was no longer there in the room with Bryan anymore, but back in some other pool, in some other time and with some other guy.

It was then that Bryan's mind latched onto something that he'd read in the local paper. There had been two college men who had drown in the community pool downtown in the last year. There was another one that had died in the school's pool the year he was a freshman. They'd all been found swimming after or before standard pool hours.

Bryan's heart seized. The girl that he had a hard on to kill had the exact same intentions for him. He replayed her words in his head. "I went still." He relaxed his muscles. Stopped working against her, stopped fighting. His head bobbed up a little. His lips were now touching the water's surface. She was grinding against him, but his erection was fading. He could feel it softening inside of her and slipping out. This snapped her back into reality.

"NO!" She screamed. "NO! NO! NO! You can't do that shit! You want to fuck me in the WORST way, remember? You want to fuck me BAD! You can't do this!"

Bryan remained still as she started to yank on his hair and pull his head back into the water. His body had become very light and refused to sink even as she began to wail on him.

"Get down!" she was screaming, trying to punch his head down under the water. She hadn't unlocked her legs from his torso yet. He waited. She flailed and pummeled him about the head neck and shoulders. "Get down! Get down! GET DOWN!!!" His body refused to oblige.

She finally unhooked her feet from and let her legs fall loose. As she tried to kick him in the gut, he sprang back to life and grabbed her by the ankle. She let out an infuriated scream and started scratching him wherever she could make contact. One of her fingers hit his eye and he snapped it shut as white light flooded into his vision.

As Bryan clutched at his damaged eye, Julie swung around grabbed him around the neck. She then punched him deep in his right side and rendered his right leg useless. It stopped beating its pattern and pointed downward. She'd hit a pressure point. He was sinking below the water again. He tried to grab at her, but she was deft in the water, moving out of his reach and then delivering a similar blow to his other side. Both of his legs now felt numb. He sank under the surface. She was pushing him on the shoulders. He couldn't see out of one eye, his legs weren't responding and he was clutching at empty water.

Bryan was drowning.

"I give up," he said internally to me.

You sure?

He faintly nodded, closed his eyes and sank even deeper in the water.

Absolutely sure? You give up completely? You're willing to die right now?

He was silent. His arms had drifted to his sides. His toes were scraping the bottom of the pool now. I waited. I wanted his answer to be absolute.

"Yes." Then Bryan gave up completely.

And I took over.

He'd relinquished control over the body. I could feel his presence dying within it, fading to a dull ashen color. As the bottoms of his feet touched flat on the bottom of the pool, I felt it. Because they were MY feet now. I controlled them. I took a deep mental breath and pushed off. My head broke the surface of the water. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Julie swimming to the edge of the pool. I swam below the surface and tried to remain undetected for as long as possible. She turned as she reached the edge and looked in the direction of where Bryan's body had sunk.

That's when I surfaced and caught her square in the jaw with a left hook. Her head snapped back. She looked forward and gaped in disbelief at me. "You! You're not suppose to...."

"Not supposed to be alive? Well, I am. And now I really am going to fuck you in the worst way."

Julie raised her arms to protect her face. I grabbed them and dragged her along the wall of the pool to the steps, yanking her out of the water. "What the fuck? What the fuck?" she was screaming. I dragged her to the fire alarm and pulled it. Emergency lights flooded the dimly lit room and a siren blasted shrilly. She was trying to claw her way out of my grasp.

"Oh, no, bitch. Your looney ass is going down for this shit! You killed those other guys too, didn't you?" She stopped struggling and smiled coldly at me.

"Ooooo, what a smart one you are. Took you fucking long enough!" She inhaled quickly and spat chlorinated water in my face. I slammed her up against the wall and jammed my thumb up her greased asshole. She squirmed against me. I twisted it around and thrust it in and out a couple of times, listening to the wet little pop as it went back in.

"You feel that? That's what they call getting reamed. But you're going to get reamed a whole other way in jail, bitch!" I pulled my thumb out as the guard's footsteps grew closer. "Women can be fucking BRUTAL sometimes...." I let her off of the wall and reeled her to face the confused guard. We were standing naked in front of him, dripping wet and bruised up. It must have been quite a sight.

"Call the REAL cops, junior. This bitch just tried to kill me." I shoved her in his direction and then crumpled to the floor. The transition had taken everything out of me that was left after fighting to keep from drowning. As the darkness of unconsciousness poured over me, I searched him out in my head.

There was no response. Bryan was gone. Or so I'd thought.