1. Bloodsport Fairytale ch. 3


    Date: 7/24/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Male/Teen Female, Monster, Murder, Stockholm Syndrome, Young, Author: nightwolvesalpha, Rating: 88.9, Source: sexstories.com

    First and foremost let me apologize profusely for the unbelievably long wait between the previous chapter and this one. All I can offer by way of excuse is that life can be a cruel mistress indeed. Not long after I started working on this chapter, my computer crashed and took all of my work with It, because I am borderline computer illiterate and simple concepts such as anti virus and data back ups continually elude me. And seeing as I am still quite far from my ultimate goal of filthy, belligerently rich author / playboy, I only recently managed to scrape together enough cold hard cash to replace it. Now, since I'm sure you have other things in mind that don't involve listening to me prattle on about my day to day woes, let us return to Darrick and Courtney, and their lighthearted romp across America… It had been more than a month since I had stopped bothering to cover our trail, and the old bastard still hadn't shown his face. Courtney, bless her naive little heart, rather optimistically believed that this meant we had permanently thrown him off our trail, and for most of the last week she had been sulking because I didn't agree and had kept us on the move. To make matters worse, I had also begun to notice that Courtney's psychological state was in a steady decline; and had been for some time now. She had started acting increasingly childish, and now her behavior was closer to that of a ten year old than it was to her actual age of fourteen… an extremely horny ten year ...
    old, mind you, but a ten year old nonetheless. At that very moment, in fact, I was having to deal with another of her bizarre stunts. We were staying at the Marriott (ritzy, I know) and I had just stepped out of what I swear must have been the best and most relaxing shower I've ever taken in my seven hundred years of life when I came face to face with a brightly beaming Courtney hold a rather distressed little girl by the hair. Now, I would love nothing more than to say that my quick mind immediately jumped into action, churning out workable solutions to this little problem. Sadly, that was not the case. The unspeakably queer sight of a tiny, little slip of a girl dragging around another tiny, little slip of a girl by her curly blonde hair induced enough cognitive dissonance that all I could do was stumble over to the room's single bed, sit down, and heave a long-suffering sigh. After taking a minute to collect my thoughts, I spoke. “Courtney,” I said, somehow managing to keep my voice level despite the rage that had begun coursing through me, “who the fuck is that?” “I found her when I went down to the lobby to get a drink,” Courtney replied, wide eyed with excitement, “Can we keep her?” Well. That was creepy. “I'm sorry. Did you just say that you want to keep her? She's not a dog, Court, she's a little girl that you have just kidnapped, and, might I add, in full view of security cameras and hotel guests alike.” I don't get it. Was I too lenient with her? Too strict? Did her ...
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