Saint Ch 02
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Saint Millers Crossing is a 'small' well-to-do, cozy community out in the middle of nowhere. Far from big cities but not so rural that it loses that suburban charm. It resides in the middle of a low land valley surrounded by small rolling hills on all sides; with federally protected forest lands, to the west, and unincorporated grass lands to the north, plus some farms as far as the eye can see to the South and East. The commute to the nearest 'city' is at least a 2 1/2 hour drive.
The very first thing you notice when you move here is all the 'hottie' moms, they are all over the place. They're playing sports, walking in the parks, swimming or sunning in and at the community pools, or gym pools, and mostly pools in their own backyards. You see them playing in the golf courses, walking and/or jogging on the sidewalk. But what else do you notice? Oh yeah! Their daughters are a chip off the old yet firm and gravity defying behind. This is a horny dudes paradise! Well let's not get ahead of ourselves. These are real women (as real as fictional ones can get), so it's not that you're going to get swamped by cock hungry sluts; although they have needs, it could be possible but still you've got to work at it.
Now the question here for you in Saint's town is: who will you fuck first? Some random MILF, whom you don't even know her name? The Head of the PTA, next door? That Hippie Mom from down the block? The Latina with the big booty, whom you work for? The token Black mom in a rich community that actually looks like she's young enough to still be in high school, and is the local gym owner? That Muslim lady that's captain of the block and welcomed you when you moved in? Or will you try to convert that Lesbian couple that live across the street? Will you be able to avoid their husband's/significant others/children? Will you try your luck with their daughters?
[Fun Fact: Saint Milfer is a the saint primarily preoccupied with turning women into MILF's (sadly he can't actually do it himself since he no longer has a reproduction system ) but he is more often than not the saint of getting MILF's laid.]
Oh And To Whom It May Concern: The Main Story Character/Your Character is Male but I have absolutely no problem with a Female version of this Story whether or not she is Lesbian or just Hetero (although it would probably be called Saint Dilfer, lol). Sure some of the family's relationship which I've set up will change a little but that's too be expected. If you do decide to thread it here make sure to thread it on this page and make it clear that its the alternate version. Anyway look forward to reading one if it's ever made. Oh and sorry to you guys or people who enjoy man on man action, but it is a Harem(ish) story. Sorry Again.
On to the Main Story:
So...
Your mother, her sister, her sister's only daughter, your older sister, your younger sister and you; all of you somehow managed to find a home amidst that community. Now all of you live comfortably with well paying jobs, for most of you, in the self-sustaining community that is Saint's Cross (the residents nickname for it).
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His head was pounding, his stomach a constant churning ache. He managed to open the door to his office and slink over to his chair, wincing at the sound it made when he pulled it back. He sank down into it, laying his head on his arms on the desk, praying that either God would take mercy on him or kill him. Killing him would be a mercy today and God didn't grant such mercies to people like him. Nick reached into the middle drawer of his desk, his fingers going over the different pill...
Damn, damn, damn! Today of all days. Her dependable little Neon had to pull something like this. She slammed the car door shut and reached carefully for the hood latch. Steam was billowing out from around the hood of the car, a red light was blaring at her on the dash, and she was way out in the back of nowhere, on a short cut she had taken hundreds of times and never had another thought about. She burned herself on the steam as she finally found the latch and yanked her hand out, sticking...
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He was being called on the carpet. Again. He heaved a huge sigh of disgust. The cost of doing this job and doing it the way it was supposed to be done meant pushing limits, pissing people off at times and at others, bending the rules just a bit. He tried to smile at Michelle, to offer a little comfort. There wasn't any reason that she should be there. He was the one that had decided to not call in the crime scene guys right away. He didn't follow procedure. He was primary, his decision so...
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LesbianDetective Nicholas Saint stood in the bathroom of the Lapeer County Sheriff's station, hands gripping one of the three sinks lining one wall, staring at himself in the mirror. His eyes were bloodshot and bleary, evidence of too much Jack Daniels and too many sleepless nights. His hair was mussed from running his hands through the thick black strands in frustration. He grimaced at the sour taste of cigarettes and over cooked coffee in his mouth. This was too much. He had come home to the...
Those words came to haunt Nick. No identification on either of the victims. They had managed to get fingerprints on victim one. She wasn't in any system that Nick had available to him, including AFIS, the Automated Fingerprint Identification System. So, whoever she was, she didn't have a record and had never been fingerprinted. It had been impossible to fingerprint victim two. The decomposition had been too devastating, animals had destroyed what the killer hadn't. Dental records weren't...
Michelle pulled her seatbelt a little tighter, not caring if Nick saw it or not. The man drove like a maniac. She had felt safer being in a car with Sam, even though the man was a pervert and lazy as hell. She felt her stomach tighten as the light in front of them turned yellow and he sped up, going through it just as it turned red. "Is this your way of trying to back out?" she asked him through gritted teeth. Nick looked over at her, sitting stiffly in the low slung passenger bucket seat...
The team from the crime lab was still hard at work when Michelle got back to the victim's apartment. They, for the most part, ignored her as she stood in the doorway watching them work. Pictures were being taken, evidence cataloged, fingerprint powder spread over every conceivable surface. The victim's bedroom was dark except for a bright blue spotlight that was slowly going over the surface of the bed. It was amazing to watch. Each member of the team seemed to know exactly what their job...
Hmmm, heaven was built on spicy Szechwan chicken. Michelle popped the last bite into her mouth and sat back on the couch, her hand on her flat stomach. She had changed clothing before sitting down with Nick and the food, putting on a pair of short black leggings and an oversized FBI tee shirt her brother had gotten for her when he went to Quantico for some training classes a few months ago. With her hair pulled up in a long blonde ponytail and no makeup, she looked all of ten years...
The shrill scream of the phone woke her and she reached for it without opening her eyes. She managed to pick it up, fumbled it for a second and then held it to her ear. "Yeah?" she croaked, managing to put in one word her anger that all her longing for sleep, peace and quiet was going down the tubes. "Deputy Parsons?" Oh, shit. She knew that voice. She sat straight up and then gathered the sheet back up over her breasts. "Yes, Sheriff, what can I do for you?" She heard a groan of...
They're putting together a task force, he thought as he rubbed his hands together, almost giggling in delight. A task force in his honor. It was almost like getting an academy award. He did giggle then, thinking about standing at a podium, Nick Saint handing him the head of a dead girl as a trophy. Too delicious. He was down in his laboratory, what he called the underground room where he kept his research. His latest case file was open in front of him letting him relive every glorious...
He sat at his desk, happily writing on lined paper. He was documenting his experiences of the day, the way it had felt to be in that conference room, to know that they were all gathered there for him. He wished he had recorded it somehow, had taken in a mini recorder. Instead he had to rely upon his memories. But that was okay. He remembered how it felt to have Detective Nick Saint shake his hand, talk to him as if he were an equal. The seriousness in the man's voice when he had spoken of...
The move to the new task force headquarters was done with the least amount of fuss possible. No cop cars would be allowed in the parking lot. No one was to know where they were located. Every precaution was to be used to keep this location a secret from the public and the news people. The newsies were getting too brazen and brave as it was. The warehouse was huge inside, with two offices on a second floor. There were two rooms on the first floor, a main warehouse as you walked into the front...
To Michelle, morning had seemed hours ago. Her eyes burned and her head ached but she kept at it, sitting in front of a computer at the task force headquarters. She was inputting what new information they had on the victims, cross referencing for any similarities that might come up, a job Nick had asked her to do. So far they had nothing, but part of police work was getting into the little details. Sometimes the biggest clue they could have would come out of the littlest of details. So she...
That bitch! Rage poured through him making it hard for him to breath. He tore the binoculars from around his neck and threw them against the tree branch he was sitting on. Even the sound of the lens shattering didn't make him feel better. How dare she do this to him. He thought she understood, thought she knew that she was the prize. And the prize was supposed to stay chaste. It was the way the game was played. He pulled at his hair, feeling as if the rage would make him explode. So she...
Roger stood outside the house, watching as the ambulance pulled away, lights going, sirens blaring into the quiet of the night. He gave a silent prayer that Nick would be okay. The he could find Michelle and keep his promise. Damn, how do you come to admire and like someone that you've only known a couple of days. He looked down at the blood covering his hands. Then he felt a hand on his arm. He turned. Stephanie stood there, looking up at him. She was such a tiny thing. No wonder she was...
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If you have never ridden a Greyhound bus across country, then count yourself lucky. Imagine yourself in a long tube filled with other people. There is always at least one crying baby, usually with a dirty diaper and one unruly child who is tormenting another passenger, not always a relative of, or even someone known to, the child. There is always at least one obnoxious drunk, a couple of obese and cranky travelers and that one creepy guy who stares at people until they get so uncomfortable...
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Time held no meaning for her any longer. The few moments that she had in the light were shadowed by him. The rest of the time, she was alone in the dark with the voices. She didn't know if it were night or day. She didn't know how long she had been held here. And she held no hope that she would ever leave. The lack of hope was what was the hardest. At least, when she hoped, she could imagine something better, her parents meeting her at the airport with open arms and forgiving smiles. Her...
The door creaked open and the switch was thrown. Light filled the underground room. Another soft click and the tape was stopped, the voices disappearing. The figure on the table blinked in surprise at the light and lack of noise, the quiet was more disturbing now than the voices. They had become friendly and familiar, even if the words were evil and bloody. The voices meant that she was alone and that no one would hurt her. She was safe with them. When they stopped was when she felt...
Nick walked into his office whistling, in too good of a mood to let much bother him. Despite the lack of sleep, another body found, and his upcoming dressing down by the sheriff, he felt like a million bucks. He opened the door, pausing when he saw Michelle sitting behind his desk. Her head was leaning against her hand which was propped up on the wooden surface, her eyes were closed and her mouth was opened slightly. He could hear the deep, even sound of her breathing from here. He stood...
Michelle tossed the wrapper to her hamburger in the trash with a flick of her wrist. Then she scattered the rest of her fries on the ground for the birds and the squirrels and sipped on her chocolate shake. The sun was hot on her bare shoulders, the breeze cool on her cheeks. She actually felt better, almost human again. Nick was sitting next to her, drowning french fries in ketchup and munching on them. "So," he started, keeping his tone of voice light despite the feeling of dread he...
She took a deep breath to calm herself before grabbing her briefcase and getting out of her little Neon. She slammed the door a trifle too hard and took another deep breath. Last night had been the worse. She had come home, thinking that she would work herself into a coma. It hadn't worked that way. She should be exhausted. Normally would be exhausted. But her brain wouldn't turn off. Bodies and Nick, the case, the way he had felt against her body, in her body. She finally had slammed the...
It never rained but it poured. At one time, she hadn't really understood that expression. Today she did, she could have explained it to whole classes of people. She stood at the counter of the rental company, the one and only company in Lapeer that rented cars. She had been there for an hour and a half and she still wasn't any closer to getting a car. First there had been trouble with the computers. The salesman was an overweight, sweaty man who unsuccessfully tried to cover his balding...
Michelle had been sitting in one of the three tiny, airless, cramped interrogation rooms for the past hour in what would have to be the longest day of her life. The coffee in the stained, chipped mug that she now just played with was nothing but cold sludge clinging to the bottom of the cup. She was tired, hungry and had a headache big enough to sink the Titanic. And they still wouldn't let her go home. She sighed and rubbed the heels of her palms against her dry, irritated eyes, wishing...
She woke to a beam of sunlight tickling her nose. She was warm and comfortable and she moved just enough to get away from that nagging beam. She felt his arm come around her waist, pull her back into his body, and smiled. What a way to wake up. She kept her breathing even, wanting to savor this feeling. She felt safe and loved, needed. Wanted. His hand moved up her stomach and cupped one of her breasts, just stayed there, not moving. "Hmmm, you feel good." His voice was husky and gravelly...
Tonight. He giggled as he put together his kit. This was a special day, a special night. Everything had to be perfect for them. He carefully chose a knife from the array spread on the table in front of him. He checked the edge for sharpness and giggled when it bit into his finger deep enough to draw blood. He stared at the drop of blood, lost in the glossy deep red of it. It was so pretty in the light, much prettier than at night. Then it was too black and deep. Like deep wells that were...
She'd never get the sound of that voice out of her head. The way he had said those six little words. The thrill of terror that had streaked through her and left her cold and petrified. She wasn't scared for herself. It was a strange feeling, to be more scared for someone else than for yourself. To be ready to step in and give yourself up for another without that being asked of you. It was what she was ready to do. Because she understood what M had meant. He wanted to win and the game that...
Michelle turned into the cool wetness on her face. Her head thumped and thudded in sickening waves that sent nausea boiling and bile into her throat. She wanted to dive back down into the comforting nothingness of unconsciousness. It would be such bliss to let go of the pain and float back down. She tried to push the cloth away but her hands weren't working right. Her eyes were open, mere slits in the glaring light. She heard a snap and then the acrid, burning smell of ammonia flooded her...
"Oh, hell." The room tilted when he tried to sit up. "What the hell did I do?" he muttered. Pain, streaks of shooting pain, surged from his shoulder and his back. He reached up with his right hand and touched his shoulder, feeling a little nausea at the sight of sticky blood coating his fingertips. It came back in a rush. Michelle, being shot. Michelle was gone. He tried to shoot to his feet but fell back, gasping in pain. He had to move. He had to get up and get out of here. He looked...
The wound on her arm, caused by the rope and her twisting was throbbing in a steady rhythm with her head but she managed to find the knots and untie her right wrist. Bending over to reach her ankles shot pain straight to her nervous system and made her dizzier than she already was. She had to stop and rest between efforts taking up precious time. Time she didn't know if they even had to begin with. She had to stop and control her breathing, stop and fight the nausea that kept threatening to...
Stephanie beat him to the front door by inches. And gave him a cocky grin at his amazed grunt at her speed. He was so much fun to surprise. They both raced to the front room. Nick's briefcase was laying on the floor in the middle of the living room. Stephanie grabbed it and opened the front pocket, digging in like she knew exactly where it would be. She pulled out his cell phone. "Got it." "Okay, how did you know he kept it there?" The girl was amazing. He wondered if there was...
What was that noise? His head popped up from the paperwork he had been trying to concentrate on. He hadn't been too successful. His mind was out back, in his lab, with the woman who would be his. He had it planned down to the tiniest detail. Michelle might need some time to come around. He could give that to her. At least a little time. She could have until he killed his wife. Then they would have to leave. If she wasn't with him by then, well, he would miss her. But tomorrow would be a...
Roger rang the doorbell, waited and tried again. Finally he pounded on the door. He could see into the entryway, see up a great staircase that curved towards the second floor. Finally he saw life in the house. A light upstairs turned on and then another in the entryway. He saw a woman approach the door timidly, her hand clutching a blue velour robe tightly to her throat. She was thin, not an appealing thin, but a scrawny one. Her face was all angles and would have been much less scary if she...
Roger skidded to a stop, with Stephanie one step behind. She almost hit him before she could catch her balance. "Drop the guns." He pushed the knife in further. "Do it. NOW!" "Scott, you know I can't do that. Why don't you relax a little on the knife and we can discuss what you want?" Roger's voice was soft toned but not condescending. "Quit with the fucking psychology shit. Drop the damn guns or she dies." "She dies, Scott, you'll be going right after her." Stephanie took...
"Nicky?" "Hmm," he grumbled. His eyelids barely flickered. He could hear noise, beeping, people talking. He just wanted to go back to sleep. It didn't hurt there. "Come on, Nicky." Cool fingers touched his skin. He turned his head into them. He inhaled the scent of cool, sweet sin. Michelle? No. What? "Chelle," he mumbled, trying to wake up. Michelle's heart thumped in her chest, relief taking some of the energy out of her. "Come on baby, wake up. Please wake up." She leaned...
Stephanie hauled the large arrangement of flowers out of her Ford F150 with a sigh. It wasn't as if she didn't have enough to do without running more errands for the Sheriff. But when these came in, she'd volunteered. It was time Nick knew what was what. Still, she couldn't help but think about what her day had been like, even though she'd rather walk on live coals before going through something like that again. She'd spent most of the morning going through files. Not just any files,...
"Okay, I've had enough of both of you." Michelle turned around from where she had been studying the floral arrangement she was trying to do one handed. She'd been staying with her parents for the past six days. Going home and hiding, something she wouldn't usually do but her apartment had been overrun by news people. She couldn't walk out the door without getting trampled by them. They called at all hours, until finally she had turned the ringer off on her phone and let her voice mail...
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Group SexMy name is Tia. I'm 18 and just finished high school and am in college. It's alot different to high school thanks to Layla. My roomate. She's outgoing, fun, expirienced and beautiful. She has lovely dark brown hair, green eyes, full reddish pink lips, a toned stomach, perky little ass and shapely legs. Never did I think I'd be attracted to another girl. Maybe I even love her. But who am I tryna kid? I have shoulder length blond hair, brown eyes and am plain. Just that. One day, I was studying...
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