I took turns sucking each one into my mouth and nibbled on your nipples. I turned you around and pulled your blouse and hoody down over your shoulders...locking your arms behind you. As I bent you over the trunk of the car your bare breasts pressed into the cold steel of the trunk. A sigh slipped from your lips. I lifted up your little plaid skirt and flipped it up over your youthful ass and on to your back. Your pussy was soaking wet and your juices were running down the inside of your shapely. Experts and pseudo-experts were called in to give their assessments and opinions. Television talking heads bantered about the mystery from one end of the country to the other and even over-seas. Some stories, even on a single person, can be that important, and this one was. The woman considered to be the most beautiful creature of this, or some said, any century, was missing. Vanished, it seemed, into thin air. They feared for her life. Local police investigated the deranged fan theory, as well. She could remember feeling the thick undergrowth scraping against her legs as they led her down a steep ravine by each arm. A few times she slipped on the wet leaves and fell backward, only to be roughly pulled back onto her feet again. When they reached a small clearing, the tattooed man struck her in the right temple with his fist and sent her reeling to the ground. The hit was so hard it almost knocked her out. "Careful man, I don't want her face messed up." "The hell with her face, I wanna. My back is almost pounded by his hands thumping on me.That can't be true. I went all over the place on errands, I was his heir. I stutter out as my breath is pushed out.And you were surrounded by how many guards? Plus the Insurrection Faction knew you to be one of them, so they were not going to make a move either. He lets up on the pounding and kisses my neck. I don't get the same shivers from him that I do from Nimrod, but it comforts me nonetheless. You were untouchable.And now? I ask.And.