Thread: Nightfall (Trixie x Iron & Wine)

Nightshade grimly accepted the terms of the man behind the wall of static on the video camera. This was becoming personal not that fighting all sorts of scum and villainy wasn't personal for Nightshade - it was her father's legacy, and the same fire burned inside her - but SR-0 proved far more capable, mor devious, than any criminal she'd come up against with before. He was a rare sort of monster, one who'd acquired her full attention, and Nightshade's attention meant that a pale horse of bullets and fury wouldn't be far behind. As she and Detective Sykes prepared to do the unthinkable, the man behind the static smiled savagely. You're a good negotiator, better than anyone on the police force. If you're not cut out for vigilante work, at least you have something to fall back on. He was taunting her again. This had never been about the three kidnapped girls. It had been about her. Agreed. One time, inside you, and I'll let Stacy go. No hidden sniper, but i like how you think. Three times and I reveal my face to you...inside you, in your ass, and on your face. It's only fitting. Now Stacy, you're not going to want to watch this... He wrapped a blindfold around Stacy's eyes, making sure the panties were firmly in the mouth of Sykes' daughter. It was a strange little courtesy, something Nightshade filed away for the moment to a later point when she had the chance to put together the pieces of SR-0's criminal psychology. As Nighhtshade retrieved the lubricant, the handcuffed stripper pleaded with her to be released. Don't let him use me again, please. He- he's untouchable, isn't he? If he can make you and a cop... Please don't let him use me again. She sobbed into the sheets. Despite the horribly demeaning nature of what was unfolding, Sykes was struck both by the vigilante's arousing young body and by the grim professionalism with which she approached the situation, like a worldly hooker. Yet she couldnt have been older than 24 or 25. It was as if there was no question in Nightshade's mind about what had to happen. Oh god, my wife, he whispered hoarsely to himself, freezing up for a moment, twisting his wedding ring. Finally, at Nightshade's bidding, Sykes got his act together, dropping his pants with a bitter curse of I'll kill you, you son of a bitch under his breath. It was her first time hearing a cop talk like that, like how she was accustomed to talking everyday. But talk and action were two different things. Sykes sat down in the chair, pantless and shoeless with only his undershirt on, using the lubricant to stroke himself to a semi-erection as best he could given the circumstances. As Nighsthade approached him she would notice despite him being about 40, his body was muscled like a weight lifter and there was a small tattoo on his shoulder that looked like it was from the Marines, some sort of military company emblem. Are we really going to...You're so young, I mean... Sykes began to ask, but his wavering was met with Nightshade's steely determination as she grasped the base of his shaft and lowered herself onto him. Cussing under his breath at how tight she was, Sykes brought his hands gingerly up along Nightshade's thighs, cupping her ass from behind to support her as she planted down to his hilt. He saw the wince that passed along her face, and instinctively he knew. Y-You're a virgin? Oh fuck...god this is so wrong... Yet despite the wrongness, Sykes responded right away to being enveloped by Nora's tight untested cunt, his hips pulsing upward to bury his cherry vanilla lubricated cock in her, stretching her virgin passage. Oh god...my wife can never know about this... The modulated voice on the other side of the monitor laughed scornfully, Oh please, Detective. You and your wife have been rocky for months now, ever since you started banging your partner Delaney. Now turn the chair so the camera catches you in side profile - its so much sexier that way we can see Nightshade's masked face... Groaning and flushed with shame, Sykes adjusted the chair as instructed, his cock twitching inside Nightshade, pressing against her sensitive upper wall and pushing hard against her g-spot as she began to ride him. His caught breath, reddening face, and turn away from the camera could have happened for any number of reasons, but she would recognize that SR-0 had told the truth, that Sykes was having an affair with Delaney. Damn it, what more do you want from me? Growled Sykes, grasping Nora's hips and pulling her down hard on his cock with a burst of aggression, letting her resume her increasing pace in his lap. I've set an alarm for 30 minutes, so you're on the clock now. You know... the voice took in an excite breath, breathing against the microphone for a second. ...Sykes, this means you'll have been inside both the vigilante and the detective pursuing her. Impressive. I'll give you a little hint about the good detective, Nightshade he likes his sex on the kinky rough side, whether on the giving or receiving end.