Date: Sun, 3 Dec 1995 16:26:43 -0800 Reply-To: Noah Johnson Sender: Highlander TV show stories From: Noah Johnson Subject: Prizewinner (Kurgan porn) I want to apologize for this story in advance. It was written by my perverted friend the Kurgan fetish. It _will_ offend some of you. I personally have never cared who I offend, but I don't want your email about it. Send it to my friend at 98lhe@wheatonma.edu if you want to complain. PRIZEWINNER By Lauren Emerson There was hardly room to breathe in the club that night. It seemed like all of the freaks were out on this restless evening. Maybe it was the wind, or rather the scent on the wind that drew them to Nosferatu on a dark and stormy October night. The club had its usual share of goths, most of whom would pale at the sight of blood, but one stood out among them. On second glance he wasn't exactly goth, but he was trying to blend in among the crowd. Considering the fact that he must have been at least six and a half feet tall, that's no small task. The man stood against the bar with an air about him; the power and charisma oozed from every pore. His muscles rippled under his shirt as he turned to face the dancers. His blue eyes hinted at something dark, something perhaps sinister within him. Suddenly, like a predator sensing prey, he made his move. She was tall for a woman, and moved like a cat, gliding across the floor to him. Her emerald eyes burned with fire at the sight of him. Her silver jewelry flashed under the lights, accentuating her dancer's body. Her legs were long and muscular, her belly firm with years of conditioning. She had black hair like his, but hers fell to just below the shoulders, while his reached the middle of his back. Her half shirt called attention to her generous bosom, and her skirt to her rounded buttocks. Their eyes met as a bolt of lightning split the sky. "Hello, pretty. What's your name?" His voice was a low, metallic growl. "What's yours?" She countered in a strong husky whisper. "The name's Victor. Victor Kruger. It means "prizewinner". Now tell me yours, pretty." "Sarah. Just Sarah. Am I the prize, Victor?" "That you are, pretty Sarah. Come with me, and I'll show you things you've never dreamed of." Victor grabbed his leather jacket, which was as distinctive as Victor himself, with one sleeve missing, and spikes and chains a-plenty. Out they went into the storm, and caught a cab back to Victor's apartment. Within minutes they were on the couch, Sarah pinned beneath VictorUs massive body. He had grabbed her hair, and was licking her entire body while ripping her clothes off. Sarah arched her back and threw herself into the swell of his chest. His tongue found her nipples erect, and he bit them, causing Sarah to cry out. "Ow! You're a little kinkier than what I'm used to, Victor. Go easy on me, Ok?" Victor threw back his head and laughed. "I guess I would seem a little strange to you, pretty. Tell me, do you like...weapons?" With that he reached over and unsheathed his sword. At the press of a switch, two spikes appeared from the crossguard. Sarah's eyes widened - the blade was easily over three feet long, probably closer to four, as far as she could tell. "Now pretty, I want you to lick my sword, run your tongue across the blade, around the crossguard, all over it." "This is getting too weird for me. I'm leaving." Sarah attempted to get up, but was pushed to the ground with a single massive hand. "You'll do as I damn well say, woman, if you want to ever walk again!" Victor growled at Sarah cowering on the floor. "Just indulge me this one fetish, pretty." Sarah crawled over to Victor and reached for his sword. She wrapped her lips around the blade and kissed it. Her serpentine tongue darted out and licked up and down its metal shaft. Staggering to her knees, she tried to take the blade into her mouth entirely, but gagged on its width. "That will do, pretty..." Victor grabbed Sarah's naked form, and kissed her, running his tongue down her throat. His penis pressed demandingly against her thigh. Sarah drank in his scent, his dark, male taste, the taste of blood and fire. His callused hands molded to her flesh, taking great pleasure in her body. Victor stripped off his pants and shirt, tossing them over by his sword. He was deliciously muscular, his pale skin forming alabaster ripples. Sarah moaned and kissed his chest, teasing his nipples while her hands gripped his buttocks in pleasure. His penis pressed against her again like hot satin over steel. She shifted her position to take him in her mouth. He tasted musky, salty, sweaty. His growls spurred Sarah to new heights of desire. Suddenly Victor screamed out loud, more a battle cry than a cry of pleasure. He grabbed Sarah and tossed her across the couch. His penetration was as violent as his background. He wrapped her legs around his waist and thrust himself into her. Sarah came just as violently, crying out while her head slammed into the cushions. Her legs tightened around his hips, pulling him in deeper, deeper. She screamed again as the second orgasm rocked her body. She shuddered and crashed against the couch. Victor withdrew from her sweaty body. "See, pretty, I told you you'd love it. All the others have. True, some of them weren't as willing as you were, but between you and me, those were my favorites-the ones that protested the loudest. It's too bad that we won't be able to do this again..." Victor reached over and grabbed his sword. "I don't like commitment, pretty. You were my best though. I'll miss you." Before Sarah could react, Victor had raised his sword over his head. The last image Sarah had before her head came away from her body was of Victor Kruger, the Kurgan, screaming. "Tonight you sleep in Hell!" =========================================================================