Escape to the Cabin... AfrahkenGahdess - Myself

[Elvenoff]

Well, (Your Character name) seemed to survive her first day at the small cabin for a much needed vacation. She was set to spend 2 weeks here away from the hustle and bustle of the city and away from her job as a nurse.

(Your Name) was anything but a 'damsel' in the woods as she stayed at the cabin by herself. She had grown up in a family of boys, her father and 4 older brothers, so she knew how to take care of herself. Besides, the cabin was well equipped with food and most modern necessities such as satellite and internet...so she wasn't really roughing it but she didn't bother getting online or watching TV either. She just needed to rest and forget her hectic work life, that it. Her personal life was more than lacking but she couldn't complain....right?

Yeah, right.

As she rested on the couch in the living area of the cabin, she had a book and a glass of wine as she settled down to relax for the evening.

My opening post..

John Sinclair, Twenty-seven years to the day flashed a malicious look at the peers of twelve that decided that he was guilty of the charges that he was accused of. His anger flared, his face now matching the fiery red stands of hair that was trimmed to a high and tight since his capture, when the bitch of justice read the sentencing process was to be held three weeks from this day and he was remanded to the Cook County jail until said date. His emerald orbs burned the flesh of the Bailiff as he yanked John’s arm in a command and control fashion.

The midday air was heavily scented by the saturating rain, the coolness of the air was a welcome to John as he was escorted from the courthouse to the transportation van of the DOC. The light chains that bounded his ankles, wrists clanked as he ducked and slide into van. Sliding across the vinyl seating, his glare shifted from the driver to the assistant driver, the cute small blonde-haired woman was obviously the best looking of the two transporting DOC officers.

The trip started normally as they traveled down the planned route of travel, one that was always taken for it was the fastest and direct way to the jail, and however, what was unplanned was the road was closed due to the heavy rains. Cursing, the driver radioed the jail and informed them that the alternate route b had to be taken now and that the time of travel would be increased by twenty minutes.

John watched as the view changed from a residential view to a denser wilderness type of terrain. Then it happened, the unplanned buck in the road, which caused the driver to jerk to the right, the heavy rains causing large puddles to form on the side of the road tested the driving skill of the driver, whom failed the test, as the van slide off the road. The van rolled down the embankment coming to a sudden stop as it met the sturdy trunk of an aging weeping willow.

John shaken, slightly dizzy for a few moments regained his posture as he realized what had just happened, he instantly looked at the two offices, the fat male driver’s head was bleeding profusely. The hot little blond was hanging down from her seat unconscious and suspended by her seatbelt.

Taking a few moments to come to a plan of action, John’s instinct kicked in as he began kicking at the wire divider that separated him from them and his freedom. Several heavy kicks and the wire framing, damaged from the wreck gave way and provided him a means to reach the cuties keys that hung from her belt. Several moments later John was darting down a path that leads deeper into the dense wooded horizon.

The overcastted day was becoming darker when he happened upon the small cabin. The scent of wet pine filled the damp, but warming air that indicated the storm was passing. His eyes darted side to side; his gaze was falling over the structure of the cabin and the open ground around it. ’No one in sight’ his inner voice informed him. Still not trusting the first scan of the place, he slowly resumed the search, looking for anything that showed occupancy of the place. ’There!’ his inner voice beckoned for attention, his eyes moved to the right of the cabin and rested upon the small portion of the back end of a vehicle.

He remained fixed in his position; the nice spruce tree offered a great hiding place to watch the cabin. He intensified his search of the cabin, staring into the windows for any signs of movement. ‘Shit!’ his inner voice clamored upon seeing nothing to ease the butterflies in his gut. He looked at the cabin once more, not for any movement, but for any signs of a hard line, smiling, for his search failed to see any. His mind shifted from that to the use of a cell phone, nah, the reception would be far too weak to make any calls of distress if such activity occurred.

Slowly he made his way toward the cabin, approaching it from the backside, hoping that his knowledge of cabin designs was close to the normalcy of this cabin, he should be approaching the kitchen area. With the time of day, if occupied, said people would be either in the living area or dinning area eating, if they were people of common normalcy.

He reached the backside of the cabin, his mind began playing images of past escapades of being a peeping tom of his victims, brought a sense of arousal to him. He enjoyed this type of cat and mouse foreplay before moving deeper into the desirable event. Several enthusiastic events occurred in his wake of several women, which was what he was charged with just a few hours ago, and now it seems that he was about to infringe upon another family. A smile formed upon his angular face as he inched his way up the cabin’s frame, peering inside the open curtain window, his gaze fell upon an empty kitchen. The smile grew in size.

He searched all the line of sight vectors, his eyes squinting as they scan over a small pair of feet with pink socks resting upon the cushion of a comfortable looking couch. He shifted his gaze about the wall of the room that he could partially see, the side walls of the kitchen, noting anything that could be used as a weapon against him. ‘So far so good, Just have to make sure they don’t get to those knives.’ his mind noting the location of the knife set on the counter.

Now moving away from the house, his eyes falls upon his next hiding location. The view he has now was looking at the front of the cabin where the very nice vehicle was parked. ’Well let the game begin.’ His mind whispered as the small rock smashed into the vehicle.

The alarm went off as planned, now it was time to see how many mice he had to play with…..

 

[AfrahkenGahdess]

"Are you sure, sweetheart? Going away on your own, sounds mighty dangerous," Sylvia Myer's gentle, quiet timbre that was evidently peppered with fear at the thought of her youngest child and only daughter venturing into the woods, alone still resonated in Ebony Myer's head as she rolled her luggage through her new home, at least for the next two weeks. Another vivid memory from the morning, she departed was a hefty yet loving back slap from George Myer Sr. before vigorously reassuring his bride, their child would be perfectly fine; she would never admit it aloud but his words had been a comfort. Roughing it in the forest didn't scare her, growing up with four ill-mannered and boisterous brothers, she was used to getting dirty. It was the solitary part that was particularly frightening, her entire life- from conception, on- she had never been unescorted. However, as obnoxious and strenuous her days have been lately, a few weeks from her hometown similar to chicken noodle soup, would be good for her soul.

Since Ebony was used to completing task at high speed paces, half an hour later, she had successfully put away her clothes and done some tidying. The man, she chartered this place from, had appeared to be far from a neat freak but the home was cleaner than she expected and didn't need much except a dusting. He was, nonetheless, very helpful. Once advised of the refrigerator's emptiness, she quickly picked up a week's worth of supply before arriving and even, that normally tedious chore was done.

"What do I.. do.. now," she huffed, realizing the reality of her decision. How long had she been begging for some time off? How often had she slumped, into bed, still clothed in her scrubs and lullabied herself to sleep by daydreams of a long, silent vacation? More times than any one person could count. "Well, probably just takes a little getting used to," A positive voice rang clear in her mind as she poured some wine and padded barefooted towards the master bathroom to run a nice, steaming shower.

The scorching, perfectly pressured water evaporated almost a week of stress, by itself. The strong patter and dreamy heat, massaged into Ebony's lean, muscled back and almost produced an audible moan as the excess liquid cascaded down her spine to stretch and cling to a large, plump bottom customarily hidden by baggy, nursing garments. Her large, brown eyes widened innocently as she examined her lower body, curiously prodding her fingertips into thick, fleshy thighs. Far from fat, the dark-fleshed beauty had often been complimented on her figure but it had always been a mystery as to why. "I suppose I could see how a man, could find me attractive," She thought, trailing her eyes to a smooth, unmarred belly- noticing a little pudginess before adding aloud," but a few trips to the gym couldn't hurt."

Moments later, a husky, feminine voice seemed to curl around the unusually stressed, young woman's ticker and warm her very essence; Erykah Badu's soulful and passionate tone coupled with a lazy, deep acoustic guitar could ease the weight of the world off the president's shoulders. With only a plush, ivory towel placed underneath her juicy backside, she let the fire little by little evaporate all the small droplets still clinging to her brown flesh. Meanwhile, she pondered the changes that had already happened, in only a few and short hours; time seemed slower and she could enjoy herself for much longer than if she was home. Sighing in content, she carefully ran her fingers through the thick, shoulder length and coily hair that was always tied back in a ponytail for work. Along with the tender fragrance of a Jasmine and Lavender incense, Ebony's worries, the anxieties of a normal trauma nurse, were slowly but surely dissipating; her eyes growing increasingly heavy with each inhale as she settled herself deeper into the tattered yet bizarrely comfortable loveseat, gently fluttered closed...

A sudden, high pitch shriek jolted the sleeping vacationer into the air. "Shit, I must have fallen asleep," Ebony muttered, slender fingers clutching at her bare chest. For a moment, she just sat there and attempted to calm her nerves. She contemplated putting on clothes, even a thin, cotton tee shirt seemed to constricting and also, no peeping tom's were around for miles. She figured an animal or a falling leaf tripped her sensitive, car alarm.

Snatching up the key from a coffee table in front of her, she hastily rose to hush the noise. The harsh, chilled air slithered around an unsuspecting victim as she opened the front door; erecting goose bumps on every centimeter of Ebony's moist, unblemished chocolaty skin, it's invisible, icy nails could reach. The wind howled, vulgarly, an hideous sound that almost made her step back inside and wait for the car's battery to just die. Still, she kept shuffling forward, arms wrapped snuggly against her chest because if Ebony Myer was nothing else, she was determined. Instead of investigating, she opted to just come close enough for the alarm to be deactivated via keypad and scurry back inside. Time had slipped away during the impromptu nap and Ebony hadn't realized how tired, she actually was. At 25 years old, nine pm had become her bedtime and she didn't intend to miss curfew.

 

[Elvenoff]

Emerald orbs glared from the small creviced area of the evergreen tree. John’s glare wasn’t at a loss when the screen door opened reluctantly against the howling wind by a very appealing figure that John took the advantage of admiring from his place of concealment. He lightly chuckle as the figure fought to keep her only attire, which was just a bath towel wrapped around a very curvaceous frame. “Fuck!” he felt his cock grow with a mind of its own, it knew when it wanted something, and that piece of chocolate that came out was the target of its aspiration. He had to reach down and pull his cock upwards for it being bent over hurt like a mother fucker. His eyes flowed over the form several times in the time span that the woman took to shut the alarm off and head back into the cabin.

He slightly cursed himself for allowing his full attention to focus upon the hot babe instead of seeing if anyone else was with her. But after what he saw he didn’t really give a damn, he would make sure that if there was another they would have a front row view of him fucking that piece of chocolate. His loins were burning with the desire of wanting to feel his cock sliding into that hot pussy. His mouth watered as the images of her body filled his mind and fueled his jerking cock. His walk toward the cabin was a one of ease but when he went to kneel to get below the window, his current situation was a bit of a hindrance. He cursed while again trying to relive the pressure by pushing it toward his outer hip so he could bend down and peer into the window.

He took one last look around the cabin before slowly rising up and peering into the window. He looked about the small living room area and was somewhat relieved that his target wasn’t in there. Slowly he made his way over to the door. His mind going over the place once more, remembering where the knives were located. He wasn’t happy about not knowing what was in the bedroom area but that was part of the hazard when seeking ultimate pleasure in life. He slowly push the screen door open and used his body as a prop before reaching over and press down on the handle, it’s metallic click made him curse but hopefully with the wind would give an excuse for the sound. He waited for a few moments to see is anyone would respond. Satisfied he pushed the door open slowly.

He took one last look about the area before opening the door just enough for him to slide his head in and take another look around. He admired the lady of luck that seemed to be with him this night for there was no one in sight. He made his move into the cabin quietly shutting the door once his body was inside. He stood at the doorway listening. Waiting to see if anyone was approaching before moving further in. His heart was pounding with anticipation of getting his hands on that curvy figure that he almost just took off running to the back but he bit down on his lip to bring forth a controlling pain.

Hearing nothing still, he moved to the small hallway that would lead to the bedrooms. He slowly moved to the corner and peered around it. His glare falling upon nothing he slowly moved forward, making sure that his weight was on his back side while testing the flooring with his front. He was about half way down when his lady luck gave way and the floor creaked..

 

[AfrahkenGahdess]

As Ebony softly shuts the front door, a fierce chill runs through her body and a bizarre thought comes. "Was there someone out there," she quietly wondered, turning around to peek through a beaten down, wheat colored curtain; she found tall, lanky trees, providing the perfect cover for any lurking figures, did little too reassure her troubles but without any concrete evidence, she just chopped it up to jitters. "No one is out there, it's just this place. Throwing me off my game"

Tightening the bath towel securely around her bosom, the slightly worried caregiver took two shaky steps towards the radio; hesitant to stop the music, she decided to clear the clutter. Even if Badu's sound was just a recording, it filled the air with another's beside her own. First, she picked up her upturned wine glass from the wooden floor, which fortunately hadn't contained enough wine to sully any furniture. She hadn't eaten and having decided to wash the goblet tomorrow with her breakfast dishes, set the dish in the sink. After doing a few other meaningless tasks, Ebony realized she was stalling. She had blown the candle out, tended to the fire and yet still the music continued. "Girl, if someone broke in, Erykah wouldn't do anything but continue singing," she heckled herself, eyeing the radio in dismay. For someone whom others referred to as tenacious, her behavior seemed strange and absolutely silly. A few more jabs from herself later, she worked up the courage to finally eject the beloved singer's cd and accept the quietness. With only the deafening silence as her companion, she shuffled off to the master bedroom.

Just being in the large, spacious boudoir made her spirit skyrocket because of it's beauty; there wasn't much in ways of furniture, two handcrafted dressers- one with an ancient alarm clock covered in several layers of disgusting dust but was next to a bed, which made up for that. A wide, cushiony California king, stretched across the center of the room, looked seductive and tempted Ebony to dive underneath it's covers in only her bath towel. Some how, she gathered up the willpower to deny herself the simple pleasure, derived from sleeping nude and went fishing through her clothes. She chose innocent, ivory panties that spread to accommodate her wide, womanly hips and an equally colorless, cotton sleep shirt that tapered high above her knee; Both items contrasted lovely against her obsidian skin.

Forgetting all about her peculiar feelings, she swiftly flipped the light off and practically leaped into bed. A heavy, plush comforter was wrapped around her small, luscious frame in seconds and her eyes were sealed shut. Ebony was just drifting off to sleep, when she heard a dreadful creak that sent an evil shiver hurtling down her spine and she shot up, sitting straighter than an arrow.

"The house is old," The excuse rapidly spilling from her lips was no where near as fast as her beating heart, now, close to imploding in her chest as she paused to strain her ears for any other sounds. Burning lungs, pleading for oxygen vigorously reminded her about the human body's need to breath and she let in a quivering breath. There were no other sounds, no obvious conformation of an interloper but still something didn't seem safe. No big, strong man insight, it was up to her to make sure all was well.

Leaving behind her blanket's warmth and security, Ebony hesitantly tiptoed toward the door and cracked it open an inch. "Is someone there," she called out, her tone wilting as she attempted to put on a sense of bravado. "Yeah, E, because a homicidal murderer is going to admit to breaking into your home"

Feeling a little embarrassed by her own stupidity, she left the door ajar and stuck her head out a little further.

 

[Elvenoff]

‘God damn it!’ John’s mind screamed in his head as he heard his ebony beauty call out if there was someone out there. He was a good ten feet away from the corner and she was right at the damn door. He couldn’t make around in time if she came out of from the room before she saw him and had time to react. She could stay in the room with a weapon that he doesn’t know about, naming a fucking gun; he cursed at the idea and hoped in the hell he was giving her too much credit.

His ache was still holding strong between his legs, his mouth still watered in wanting to taste every inch of the ebony skin, to run his thick tongue across those ample breasts, to lick that sweet honey spot she had between her legs. He wanted to feel that hot mouth slurping upon every inch of his pulsating cock. Damn he just wanted his hands up that body period. He didn’t care if she had a damn gun now that he got himself all worked up with the images of her in all the glory she will be giving him.

‘Fuck it,’ he decided that he was going to stand here, he was only about fifteen feet away from that door, if she comes out he would just rush the door in hopes of either knocking her down, or would be able to get his hands on her before she had anytime to grab something to defend herself with. Squaring up to the door was just in the nik of time as her gorgeous head popped out of the door. “FUCK!” he wasn’t ready he voice out loud which wasn’t suppose to happen. He only shook his head as he took off toward the door.

His face held that I’m goanna fuck you up look as his feet carried him toward that wonderful head of hers was looking at him running full tilt toward her. His eyes held that animalistic lust that all men have when they look upon a fine piece of ass. His tongue licked his lips as his feet peddled him even closer to his desire of his eye and cock…

 

[AfrahkenGahdess]

A thunderous ring echoed in Ebony's ear, she could only blindly wave her arms around as her spine collided against a cold, uncaring floor. Had she somehow tripped? Lost her footing whilst popping her head out the door?