Jon Fore: Black Water

“God?” Ethan asked, fighting violently within himself to not drop the shotgun and take Madison for his own pleasure.

“Yes…” she hissed as her hand found the place between her legs. “They told me you are special…” She moaned again.

“Madison, we just want to leave.”

“You can’t, Ethan.” Madison suddenly stopped as if to realize that her ploy was not working and dropped her hands at her side. “Listen, they want you to come and join them… They have made you this offer: if you come willingly…join the Culture without resistance…they will provide you a station of stature among them… They have also promised to give you the two with you as your toys… The fucking here is incredible, Ethan…I swear you’ll think you’re in heaven.”

“What did they promise you, Madison?” Ethan shot back.

“Oh, you should see the men I get to pick from—such beautiful men…escaped slaves from a long time ago…but they are so animal…so gorgeous to see… Ah, they know how to pound a woman, let me tell you…” She moaned again, this time at her memories. “And I can have as many as I want…in any way that I want…as often as I want.”

“I don’t want that, Madison. Tell them I refuse.”

“What? Are you nuts, Ethan? Now I know why Abby was going to leave you… You’re such a fucking nerd…”

Ethan lifted the barrel of the gun and leveled it at Madison. “It’s time for you to go.”

Madison chuckled in a breathy way. “Alright!” she shouted. “They told me to tell you that you can have me if you want…”

Ethan felt a sudden drop in his resolve, but he fought to maintain it. “What is the Culture?” he asked, finding it to difficult to say anything, more or less “no.”

“They are ancient…they are wise…and they have been here for centuries, Ethan… They tended themselves for millennia before people even began working with metal, they say… The Culture still remembers those days of transit…forcing those simple mindless creatures to serve them…to bear their fledgling society until they found Black Water Mountain… That was their turning point and moment of greatness.”

“The Culture’s?”

“Yes…” she said again, in a moaning way. “Then, the Culture was weak…almost helpless except for those they controlled… When they found the cave…the nurturing waters…the tribes of man so readily available…it was a moment of great triumph… The servants brought the Culture to the cave and hid them in the lake…. That is where they have stayed for the last five centuries…”

“What do they want from me?” Ethan asked.

“Well, I guess what they wanted from me: your undying devotion…”

“I won’t, Madison. I won’t give myself to their slavery.”

“Oh, yes you will; that is not the question… The question is: do you go to them willingly and become a prince in the Culture…or do they take you and you become my own servant? I always thought you would look good fucking me while you sucked off another man…”

Ethan felt a rush of trail mix and soda reach the back of his mouth, and he almost vomited. “Go, you sick twisted bitch!” he screamed at her.

“Ethan?” a soft voice came from the tent.

“Then you will be taken, Ethan…and I will have you in so many dreadful ways…” Madison drifted backwards and dissolved into the smog with a sighing hiss.

The tent’s zipper ran its course downward, and Shannon looked out at him. The light was low, but she could tell he was alone. “Who were you talking to, Ethan?”

“Madison.”

“She came back?” Worry filled her voice.

“Yeah.”

Shannon tried to look everywhere at once. “Where is she?

“She’s gone. I told her to leave.”

“You rejected her?”

“Yeah, she wanted me to go with her, but I refused.” Ethan turned towards Shannon. “The trails are closed off in both directions,” he said simply.

Shannon saw that Ethan was thoroughly aroused again, and it looked painful in his jeans, but the shock of no escape stopped that train of thought. “What do you mean?” she asked as she scrambled from the tent.

“Look.” He indicated the missing trails.

“Shit,” Shannon whispered lightly. “Now what?”

“We wait for the morning,” Ethan replied as he sat.

“Hurts?” Shannon asked simply as she began removing her shoes.

“Yeah, but it will pass. I can’t believe she can have such an effect on me.”

“She had the same effect on me last night. I think she is more than just a pretty girl, like she has a pheromone…” Shannon replied as she rolled her jeans down and stepped out of them.

“What’s a pheromone?” Ethan asked.

“Like a lightning bug; their glowing butts make other insects think they are trying to mate. When they get close enough, they eat them—like a sex trap,” she replied as she dropped her flannel shirt onto her jeans. Her almost nudity began to arouse her, in the open, in the forest, naked.

“It would have to be. She is pretty and all, but she never had an effect on me like that.”

“Don’t be ashamed about it; like I said, she effected me as well, and I am a girl.” She dropped her bra and panties onto the growing pile of clothes and approached Ethan next to the fire.

He looked up at her, and his breath caught a moment. The firelight played along her figure, highlighting this curve, then that, giving her skin a soft glow. His mouth ran dry instantly.

“I want to make love, Ethan, like it is going to be our last time. The way this is going, it just may be.”

The erection that had begun to subside came racing back. “What about, well, you know… Won’t it hurt?”

“God I hope so,” Shannon said as she hugged his head against his lower stomach. “Take me, Ethan; let me show you what I can do for you with my body, and not just my mouth.”

Ethan took her there, in the failing firelight, and brought her to many climaxes, each one almost loud enough to awaken the girl still sleeping in the tent, each one a standard of resolve for them both to continue, to not give in to the pressure of the evil around them.

Kayla woke to the bland sunlight filtering down through the smog and the cobalt blue of the tent’s walls. She rolled herself out of her sleeping bag and noticed that Ms. Shannon was gone. She had gone to sleep next to her, but now she as missing. Fear ran a jagged course through her and she stood motionless, listening, seeking a noise that would prove to her that she was not alone. What came to her was a soft growling, almost gentle, like what she would imagine a baby lion would make when playing.

She worked up enough nerve to gently unzip the tent’s door, but found it already opened. She peeked out a small hole between the doors and saw the woman and the man, lying next to a dead fire, too near the smog. They were wrapped in each other’s arms and sleeping. The woman was snoring lightly, like that baby lion.

She went to the man and knelt next to him. He was almost completely underneath the sleeping bag, but he was the one who knew where the food was and Kayla was hungry. She shook him gently. “Mister?”

“Yeah, I’m awake,” Ethan said dreamily.

“I’m hungry.”

The memories of the past few days rushed him and crowded the forefront of his thoughts. He had allowed himself to become lost in Shannon’s lust, which allowed him to escape, if for only a little while, the horror they were now living. He sat bolt upright. “What?” he asked just a bit too loud.

Kayla took a tentative step back, “I’m hungry…and I have to pee.”

“Oh, sorry, sweetie; you scared me. You can go behind the tent to pee—you know how to in the woods, right?”