Title: Creegan’s Holiday
Author: Creegan
Rating: NC-17, for language and explicit sex
Feedback: creegan2525@yahoo.com

Disclaimer: Listen here, I don’t own the Cleopatra 2525 world. I’m not making any money off this material. Why am I doing this you may ask? More or less likely for my own personal kicks. So no infringement intended, I’ve just got these things in my head that I need to get out. Damn Voice!

Creegan’s Holiday

December 5, 2003

My nerves were killing me and nothing was satisfactory there in my own little hole in the ground. There were things that I needed to get done, but after just escaping from that maximum security prison Voice had placed me in a few days earlier, well, I had to admit I really didn’t feel like rallying my army together so soon after that. That place really depressed me and I never realized how lonely I really was until being placed in there. There was just no way to relieve myself in there! No one I could take my frustrations out on. No one to shout at, no one to push around, no one to kill or torment, and no one worthy of fucking. It was fucking miserable!

To think that Voice would stick me in a place like that! Damn that bitch! I would rather be cryo-stored! At least then I wouldn’t be deserted alone in complete isolation to be tormented by a whole variety of lust. Lets see, the list was ever growing: 1) lust for vengeance 2) lust for blood 3) lust for recognition 4) lust for violence 5) lust for accomplishment 6) lust for sex and 7) general lust for life.

So I decided it was time to get out and about and enjoy myself among the other hell raisers. Oh, how I was so wrong!

This place stunk, literally. And what the hell? What kind of music were they playing? Dammit, how I longed for that old time rock n’ roll! Oh, and to beat it all some of those annoying cut-throats that once upon a time ago had ridden on my coat-tails to glory were now pretending that they were my best friends. These guys were really disgusting me as they rambled on about all of their little insignificant conquests, and they attempted to drag me into their so-called next big heist. When were they going to learn that I didn’t work with the likes of them anymore? I’ve established myself down here as being the big bad. Why would I want to lollygag around with amateur ruffians like them? I don’t know why I came here to begin with!

Oh yes, now I remember! I was lonely!

Well, these whores were hanging all over me and I figured that might not be a terrible thing. I have needs just like any other man. But to tell the truth they disgusted me too. Sure, they were good for the occasional hand and blow jobs, but really now, did I really want to risk getting some kind of god-awful disease off of these cunts? Hell no! I am too good for their asses. However, just being around them with their roaming hands and provocative suggestions were really turning me on. It made me think about the last time that I made love to a woman and at the same time it depressed the hell out of me. It had been so long ago. So long ago that one might question that the reason behind my excessive episodes of violent outbursts came from the fact that I was sexually frustrated because I couldn’t get laid! No doubt about it, this joint was really dragging me down and I had to get out of here!

However I needed some kind of satisfaction. It was usually easier to simply just kill someone and satisfy my blood lust than it was to find someone appropriate for sex games down here. But now there was no denying it. This sexual longing had now awakened in my blood, among various other places. What I really wanted to do was find some pure 100% grade A pussy. But I wasn’t going to find it here, now was I? Oh no, not here with their loose asses. I wanted something innocent. More importantly, I wanted something clean. A virgin would be nice but hell, seems they don’t last long down here in the underground these days. But that would really be something that I could sink my teeth into. Oh, what fun it would be! Stripping the innocence away, playing her, manipulating her into thinking I was giving her what she wanted, and finally I would have a devoted little plaything that I could keep around for various services. Mmmm!

Damn, it was getting hot in here. I needed some fresh air; I was suffocating in this vile, infested rat-nest.

I proceeded to shake the whores off of my arms and told them to "Beat it!" I am sure it wasn’t the type of beating off that they had in mind for the evening. But all of a sudden I didn’t want their hands on me, after all where else had those hands or even those mouths been? Looking around at the various cretins here, I had a pretty damn good idea.

On top of it all, that dumbfuck of a bartender didn’t even give me the appropriate poison for the evening! This was supposed to be mash imported from level 103 and instead it tastes like piss! God, I hope that’s not what it was! I sat the shot glass down and proceeded to make a beeline for the exit!

Tox tried to stop me from leaving. That imbecilic rash! How dare he touch me? I told him to fuck off, that I had services to attend to and he wasn’t invited. Well, brainless Tox thought I was going to spiritual church-like services and asked me if that was such a good idea? How did I ever tolerate being around such a complete moronic bastard? I have come to the conclusion that within 500 years, most of humanity has devolved into pond scum. They should all bow down and worship me as their god because I am so much more advanced than they will ever be. I am so much more superior compared to these people. I don’t know why I thought that coming here would be a good idea. They would be much better off if they were out of their misery. I would be much better off if I didn’t have to lay my eyes on them again. I would have to kill them later, because I was too damn depressed from being present in this joint to do it now. It just wouldn’t be as much fun.

So I finally made it out of the old joint from the Hidey-Ho days and made my little journey to the surface. Maybe I would feel better having my lungs filtered and purged of that filth I had to endure breathing earlier. Perhaps the night air would cool me down as well. The daylight was fading fast and I expected I wouldn’t have to wait too long on the stars.

I was still thirsty from before and decided that I would go down to the river for a drink. Maybe wash that god-awful taste from whatever that was they served me in that dump from my mouth.

As I approached the riverbank I heard singing coming from the same direction. Creeping into the brush, I peeked out through the foliage and couldn’t believe my eyes. Thank you god!

A young woman stood there bathing in the river where the water leveled off around her thighs. I watched her drop the cloth in her hand into the water and then bring it up to her neck. The water from that cloth trickled down between her breasts to the lovely mound of reddish curls below, leaving small droplets, which seemed to glisten off her body. She was the visage of a living painting. Her reddish brown hair was pinned up off her shoulders, which I guess was to keep it from getting wet. One strand of her hair didn’t stay pinned up, it dangled off the side of her face. I thought that was incredibly sexy. Looking on her lean yet curvy body I knew I must have her tonight. I also figured she was a surface dweller and realized I could have some real fun with this. And who knows, she might even be a virgin!

I picked up a stone and tossed it into the river. Having as good aim as I do, it landed just a few feet from where this alluring siren was bathing. Song hushed from her throat as I watched her, now startled.

"Is anyone there?" she spoke out in a slightly spooked but bashful voice.

She walked back to the bank, wrapped her dress around her like it was a towel and looked in the direction in which she thought the stone came. I had already moved by the time she reached the bank and watched her closely. I watched her gather the rest of her clothes up into her arms. I guess my subtle attempt to spook her worked well enough. Swiftly by she came, and I stepped out from behind a tree, grabbed her around the waist and cupped my hand over her mouth. She immediately dropped her clothes and just stood there in her pinned dress, screaming under my hand.

I whispered to her: "Don’t scream yet! There will be plenty of time for that!" Of course she still tried to fight me, which was expected. I pushed her up against a tree and grabbed her throat in one of my hands. I’m telling you, when she saw me face to face her eyes really got big and, well, she fainted. I suppose it was good that she fainted because it was much easier to carry her unconsciously into the underground than it would have been carrying her screaming, kicking, and fighting me the whole way.

So I returned to my own little hole in the ground with a real treat wrapped up in my arms. I laid her body on my bed and scanned her for infection and to see if she was a virgin. Hey, you can’t be too careful alright? Afterwards I decided that I would leave her here a moment and return with something to drink. I really needed something to quench this awful thirst. And besides, I wasn’t going to take advantage of her while she was unconscious, it just wouldn’t be the same. No, I wanted her fully conscious and wriggling under me tonight. Kicking and screaming could be very arousing but I was sure that when I was done with her she would be begging me for it.

I returned to my bedroom shortly with plenty of refreshments, to find her fully conscious and of course frightened. She had backed herself up into a corner. She stood on her knees and tightly hugged herself, as tears streamed down her face. It was a sight almost to beautiful to behold. Seems she had managed to put her dress on. Well, I could always help her take it back off I suppose. She looked up at me and screamed. I could only laugh.

"Scream all you want! No one is going to hear you here!"

"What are you? What are you going to do with me?" she asked of me in a scared, shaking voice.

I put the rest of the drinks in a small refrigerator before I approached her. She tried to run to the other side of the room away from me and I realized I had a real feisty one here. But she would soon come to realize that she could not escape me, no matter how hard she tried. As she tried to escape my grasp I grabbed her wrist and jerked her around into my arms.

I stared down into her big, doe-like eyes, which where filled with fear. I was really turned on by what her eyes reflected! And now, with her body in such close proximity to my own I could feel the blood rush to my groin. I swelled against my pants but I realized I would have to hold off until I got her where I wanted her.

"To answer your questions. Name’s Creegan. As for what I’m going to do with you! Well! It’s going to be very special! I’m going to give to you what others dream of!" I whispered to her, as I cupped her chin between my thumb and index finger holding her face.

She just stared back at me with a confused look on her face. More tears poured from her eyes.

I reached into her hair and pulled the pins that held it loose. She had amazing doll-like hair. In this light it was naturally wavy, and chocolate with a red tint to it. I leaned my face in to smell her hair and was taken with the scent of honeysuckle. Afterwards I lead her over to my vanity where I swung the chair around and sat down on it. Though she was extremely hesitant and tried to pull away I forced her onto my lap, facing me, where she fearfully gazed into my eyes. Each of her legs dangled off each side of the chair and she was packed firm against my hardness. There was something I felt like I must do before I could proceed any further. Besides, I had all night to play with this doll. Might as well make the night last as long as possible.

I slipped my gloves off of my hands and laid them over on the vanity. Reaching out I grabbed some of my semi-permanent, white face paint. I scraped some of it onto my fingers and proceeded to spread it over her face. As I was rubbing it in she tried to pull back not understanding what I was doing to her, then I grabbed her hips firmly and swung us around to face the mirror.

"Look," I told her, pulling her closer and pointing into the mirror where my own reflection pointed back at me.

She sat there looking at her own white face and I think she now understood that I am a man. Afterwards I let her watch in the mirror as I lined her eyes in black and drew a design around her eyes. The design emulated the image of butterfly wings over each one of her eyes. I lined it in black and colored it in with blue and red paint. The colors overlapped at some point blending into purple. Next I lined her lips in crimson red and colored them in using a lighter shade of red. I was finished with her face and watched her stare at herself in awe. It was really entertaining to watch her look at herself in the mirror. I think she seemed to find herself as beautiful as I did.

I slid my hands up under her dress and smoothly ran them up her sides. Her skin was like the feel of satin against my own. She looked at me as if she was now shocked. "Stop, don’t do that!" she protested. I slide the knife out from the hidden compartment located inside of my jacket, which seemed to terrify her as a shrill scream escaped her lips yet again.

"Shhh! Shhh!" I tried to hush her as I put a finger against her lips. I raised the tip of the blade right below her collarbone. She begged me not to kill her and I told her I didn’t intend on killing her, as I slashed her garment down the middle stopping at her stomach. The look of anger that she gave me after that was quite amusing. She got up because I let her, though she might think she did it on her own because she wanted to. She backed away from me still trying to hold the garment around her.

I chuckled at her as I put the knife away. She stared at my bedroom door when I was taking my boots off. I suppose that if she thought she could reach it, she thought she could make a run for it. After I had managed to get my boots off, I slipped out of my jacket, stood and placed it on the back of the chair. I noticed she was still looking back and forth between me and the door as I slid the black shirt off over my head. I caught a glimpse of myself bare-chested in front of my mirror. The muscle tone was all very encouraging with the exception of my pale blemished skin. I was very insecure about this now and I almost backed out of doing it. However, my other head talked me back into it. I just desperately hoped that my new toy wouldn’t make mention of it. I would hate to have to break her. Her porcelain skin would shatter and beauty would be dead. I would be miserable.

As I had predicted my butterfly tried to fly out the door. Only, when she made her way for the door, I chased her over there and stopped just as she reached the doorknob. She discovered that it wouldn’t turn over, that I had locked the door, and shot me a dirty glare. I stood there chuckling at her as I tore the garment she held close from her hands. The torn garment dropped to the floor and there she stood in perfect form, naked in front of me; I couldn’t help but force my lips onto hers and drive my tongue into her mouth. But she didn’t play along and bit down on my tongue. I admit this made me angry and before I knew it I had grabbed her again by her throat. Holding her against the door, I wedged two fingers between my lips touching my tongue and swiftly withdrew them. I examined the blood from my tongue dabbled across my flesh.

"So you want to play rough?"

I slung her from the door over onto the bed and then attacked her, springing forward on top of her. She fought hard against me but I finally managed to get a firm hold on both her wrists and held her down. My chest was laid firmly against hers and I could feel her heart beat racing. I lowered myself against her body as she kicked against my abdomen, until she could kick no more; I wedged my own body firmly between her legs making it hard for her to continue like she did. Lower now I moved with prowess as my mouth found one of her nipples and I began to tongue it before right out sucking on it. Perhaps she didn’t want this but her body responded positively to me anyway as her nipple firmed between my lips.

"Why is this happening to me!" I heard her cry as the tears streamed once again from her face. I released her tit and wrists. Proceeding to wipe the tears away from her eyes I told her: "Because you’re beautiful and I am starved! Don’t cry! This will feel good if you let it! I promise!"

I decided that the tears on my hands would make a pretty good lubricant, so I propped myself up and over a bit and inched my hand down and between me and her legs. With her hands now free she pulled at my hair in an attempt to stop me. My fingers found their way in between her legs where I teased the lips to her pussy. I proceeded by gently rubbing her in between those lips. Ever so often I would lightly tease her clit with one of my fingers, not ever rubbing it hard. I could take the abuse that she was forking out on me, with her pulling my hair roughly and clawing at my face, because I knew it wouldn’t take long for me to get her where I wanted her.

I didn’t stick my fingers inside her but allowed them to tease the action. Again I proceeded to suck on her nipple and I kept the same motion going on between her legs up for awhile; I knew that I would be ready for her when I had readied her. She was already growing wet between her legs. She had probably decided that there wasn’t any use in fighting me. I heard a small moan escape from her lips and guessed that she was starting to enjoy this. What she had been afraid of was starting to feel really good to her, so why should she keep fighting me?

"Do you want more?" I asked her. "You know it can feel so much better than this!"

My fingers continued doing their walking and caressing as I found her staring at me once again with a confused expression across her face. She didn’t say anything and I stopped doing what I was doing and looked at her, waiting.

To my surprise "yeah" escaped her lips. But it really wasn’t a surprise, now was it? I mean, I was pleasuring her and it wasn’t the other way around...yet.

So I guess you could say that this really pleased me. I picked up where I had left off and started fingering her again, only this time I eased just the tip of my finger in and out of her, slowly, which she really responded to. I now found that she was attempting to raise her hips, making an attempt to take more than just the tip. I felt her arms begin to run down over my back and she was starting to caress my skin. Damn it felt so good for her to touch me like that and I wanted so much more from her.

I stopped and rose back on my knees, which seemed to upset her until she must have realized I was proceeding to take my pants off. It was humorous to me how she seemed eager to see what I had. Her eyes focused on my groin as I managed to get my pants to my knees. Afterwards I stood up on the bed and finished sliding them off and slung them into the chair. I tossed the underwear, too; no need in having to fight with that when I had a naked woman under me.

The way she looked at me, a mix between desire and fear playing in her eyes, made me want her even more. And I could really see her questioning herself as to whether she really wanted this or not. Of course I wasn’t going to let her know it, but she was mine regardless of what she wanted.

I attempted to position myself back over her and I found that she had stuck her hand out in an attempt to push me back. She revealed to me that she wanted to touch my dick, which was already aroused. She lightly ran her hand over the delicate skin and the touch of her on that part of myself made me feel like I was in pure ecstasy. She took her hand off my cock and ran both of her hands up over my butt, then over the sides of my hips, up to my ribs and then she embraced me in her arms. My plan had worked accordingly and I was thrilled as I now bent down to kiss her lips and found that she returned the kiss. Passionately our tongues clashed together, and she ran her hands over my face, stroking it gently before wrapping her arms around my back and hugging me to herself tightly.

She couldn’t decide where she wanted her hands, which was damned alright with me as she removed them from my back and took one of my hands in hers and led it back down to her pussy. At the same time I felt her reach for my dick. She enclosed her hand around me and I guessed she didn’t know what else to do because she didn’t do much with it until I reach my hand up over hers and showed her. I returned to playing with her pussy; when she started raising her hips for more this time, I gave her a whole finger.

Her hand felt so good around me but I was wanting inside her now and I felt like she was as ready as she was ever going to be. I removed my hand, grabbed hers in mine, brought our hands clasped together up beside her head and positioned myself further over on top of her body and proceeded to go inside. I pushed the head of my dick into her and she was wriggling under me. I don’t think she could make up her mind if she wanted it or not. And then she swung her legs further apart and up over me and raised her hips against the head of my dick. It was then that I pushed all the way in, drawing a loud sound, between a whimper and a moan from her lips. Oh my god, she was warm and tight. And despite my instinct to really slam into her hard and fast, I decided I would take it as slow and gentle as I could for our first time together.

I proceeded thrusting in and out of her drawing several little moans. She was bucking against my body and her breasts were growing larger and fuller before my eyes. I couldn’t ignore those milky white breasts any longer. I cupped a hand over one of her breasts and started kneading it; catching a nipple between my fingers, I lightly pulled on it. Before long her whole body proceeded to shake uncontrollably under me and she was screaming in delightful rapture. My own climatic orgasm was working on me and all it took was the flow of the last of her warm juices against my member to trigger the release of my own seed. I suppose at the end I got a little bit rough with her, driving harder and deeper into her and against her body. I continued thrusting into her until I had pumped all the seed into her.

Afterwards I looked into her butterfly face and she looked back into my own painted face. I know she had as much fun as I did. We were both breathing hard and my energies were incredibly spent for the moment. I laid my head against her chest as she lay there. I was listening to the beat of her heart, which now soothed me. She gently fumbled with one of my loose braids of hair and made the remark: "I think I love you... Creegan!"

I lay there giving myself a mental pat on the back, congratulating myself on a job well done and replied to her: "I was counting on it."

---Creegan