Star's eyes flew open.
His head throbbed like a drum being beaten with sledgehammers, every pulse in sync with the furious pounding of his heart, as though his own heart had crawled up there and was hammering from the inside, each beat a loud, merciless;
boom-boom-boom..
His vision blurred, focus swimming in and out. He tried to steady his vision, but instead of clarity, muffled sounds seeped into his ears. At first, they were faint, like echoes carried from another world. But then it became vivid with every passing second.
"God, you are so good!"
The voice was desperate, raw, and dripping with pleasure, cutting through the haze in Star's mind like a knife.
His head throbbed, his heartbeat pounding louder now in his ears as if his chest might explode. He blinked, trying to sharpen his focus, but the muffled sounds around him only grew louder.
they were moans.
Wait. Shouldn't I be… hearing hospital machines? The beeping? Din-din-din, of the heart monitor?
He was crashed, by a helicopter... YES. He had been in his office. He remembered pain, blood, chaos and flames. He should be in a sterile bed, not buried under curves and skin.
So why the hell am I here?
But the moans drew him out of his thoughts:
Soft at first, then it grew closer- more urgent. A ripple of pleasure seared through him, sharp and electric. He was bare, his body naked, exposed, and hot. His hands tightened instinctively around something soft, and very much yielding.
The ass cheeks of a woman.
She was astride him, riding him hard, her hips grinding down on his cock in a rhythm that sent shockwaves up his spine.
Her wetness enveloped him, hot and slick, each thrust driving him deeper. But the moans… they weren't hers. They came from above, from the other woman who sat perched on his face, her thighs clamping his head as his tongue worked furiously at her clit.
A violent shiver ran through his body. His senses caught up, and horror tangled with confusion.
"Oh yes, yes, yes!" she cried, her voice trembling with ecstasy. Her pussy was soaked, her arousal dripping onto his tongue as he licked and swirled, savouring the sweetness of her.
"Don't stop... don't you dare stop!" she begged, her hips bucking against his mouth. Star groaned into her, his own pleasure escalating as the woman riding him tightened around his cock.
Her walls clenched, pulsing with the promise of orgasm.
"Uh-uh.... ahhhh!"
Her moan pierced the air, higher and more desperate than the one above him.
Star couldn't see her; the woman on his face blocked his view, her full ass pressed against him. But he could feel her; her wetness, her heat, the way her body shuddered as she came undone.
But then ...
His own release surged, white-hot and unstoppable. He thrust up into her one last time, his cock pulsing as he spilled inside her, thick ropes of cum mixing with her own release.
"Oh God… he just came!" the woman above him gasped, her voice teasing and triumphant.
"Oh my God… that means he's alive!" Her moan was breathless, almost cruel. Star's heart raced, his mind spinning as the words echoed in his ears.
'Alive? Why wouldn't he be alive?' And then it hit him; a flash of memory, vivid and jarring.
...
Minutes earlier;
He'd been sitting on the edge of the bed, the two women still clothed.
One in a blue bra and panties, the other in black lingerie that clung to her curves like a second skin.
He remembered feeling dizzy, disoriented, as if he'd been drugged.
It was crazy since Star didn't drink... he never drank, something that he had imbibed into himself to maintain his sanity. But the woman in black had handed him a shot, her lips curving into a seductive smile. And somehow he had accepted it.
"A toast to Steve Morris," she'd purred, her voice dripping with venom cloaked in sweetness.
('Steve Morris?' Confusion had set in already through the flashback.)
He'd downed the shot without thinking, the liquid burning its way down his throat. His face twitched at the sting. The alcohol hit like a hammer, fuzzing his mind, pulling grins from his lips that weren't really his own.
The woman in blue panties had giggled, stripping off her bra and straddling him, pushing his face into her breasts. He'd sucked at her nipples, her moans filling the room.
"Uhh… yes… suck them dry," she moaned, grinding him into her softness. Her back arched, eyes rolling with pleasure as he obeyed, his lips tugging at her hardened nipples.
The woman in black had joined them, her fingers wrapping around his hard cock, stroking him with practiced ease.
They pushed him down onto the bed, guiding him like he was their toy.
The girl in blue panties sat herself on his face, grinding against his mouth. The other positioned herself over his cock;
Then she'd lowered herself onto him, taking him deep inside her.
"Oh God, you're so big,"
she'd moaned, riding him with increasing urgency.
But while their moans filled the room, Star's mind spun. His chest tightened. His heart hammered slower, sluggish, and unnatural. His vision blurred further.
'what's happening to me' He said to himself, but he still felt sweet even at the point death.
And then... he saw it. Out of the corner of his eye.
The glass.... The shot.... Still on the bedside table.
Cold realization gripped him.
'I've been poisoned…'
The words barely escaped his lips before darkness swallowed him.
....
Present.
Star jolted back to now, the memory fluttering away. He turned his head sharply. what he saw marvelled him.
But.. But that was not what happened to him... it had never happened to him, 'what dream is this.'
There. On the bedside table. Was the shot glass. Still there. Still taunting his own very soul.
So it was real. He had been poisoned. By the very women writhing on him like lovers.
This wasn't a dream.
The realization lit fire in him. The confusion, the moans, the bliss, all shattered into fury.
His anger exploded. He grabbed the soft ass still pressed against his face and hurled the woman aside. She landed on the bed with a startled squeal. She yelped as she tumbled onto the bed, giggling breathlessly.
"Ohhh… he's strong… maybe he wants it rougher," she teased, clueless and oblivious to the storm brewing in his eyes.
But the other girl knew.
Her eyes widened in terror as Star pulled out of her abruptly. She scrambled back, panic flaring, as she made to escape, but Star was faster.
With animal-like speed, he lunged, grabbing her by the throat and slamming her against the wall. His eyes blazed with raw fury, as the wall vibrated furiously at the force of the hit.
The other woman froze, fear twisting her once-playful face into horror.
"Steve... what are you doing?!" she cried out, her voice trembling. Clearly she was just enjoying herself and had no hand in poisoning him.
But before her cries would run through her mouth. Star yelled at her
"GET OUT. NOW!" he roared, his voice thick and guttural, almost inhuman.
Terror consumed her. Tears spilled down her cheeks as she scrambled for her clothes, leaving her bra behind in her frantic rush, like she had just seen the devil. She burst out the door half-dressed, her only thought was survival.
Star turned back to the girl pinned beneath his hand.
His grip tightened. His voice broke like thunder.
"WHO SENT YOU?"
The girl spat in his face, venomous and defiant even with his hand around her throat.
"You deserve to die. You all do. Vermin like you need to be wiped from this world. And I'll never tell you who sent m...."
WHACK!
Star's hand moved before he could think, connecting with her cheek and delivering a brutal slap that rocked her head to the side.
She gasped in pain, her hair fluttering to her face.
For a split second, shock rippled through Star. He had never raised his hand against a woman before, yet here he was, not only doing it, but feeling nothing. No guilt. No hesitation. Maybe it was because she had poisoned him. Or because she poisoned him and kept on fucking him, waiting for the poison to take place.
Also, his senses felt more sharp, more focused, as if he was some kind of machine that was upgraded.
He felt everything around him clearly; the girl's strong heartbeat and also her every nervous vibration.
And that led to him feeling the pulse in the vein at the girl's neck. It was sexy, calling on him to take a bite, seducing him to feel the blood running through it. And for a while, his teeth were already moving to sever that vein that lay under that lovely, seductive skin. But then he jolted away.
"What the hell is wrong with me?" he muttered, his voice shaking.
The woman's eyes burned with hatred even as she gasped for air.
"You are the evil that reeks..."
CRACK!
Before she could finish, Star's hands snapped her neck. She slumped lifelessly in his grip.
Star staggered back, staring at his hands. At her limp body.
"I… I killed her," he whispered, trembling. "I just killed her in cold blood."
His mind spiraled.
"Wasn't I supposed to be in the hospital?" he thought again.
"At least the din-din-din sound of the machine reading my heart waves should be what I'm hearing... not waking up inside a woman after an accident."
And then also... they called him something else. They called him Steve.
Immediately that last thought came to his head, he dashed over to the mirror that was in the room.
"What the..." he muttered. It wasn't his face that stared back at him. It was the face of...
"Hang on." His breath rasped.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, NOOOOO!"