They were sneaking down corridors in the dark, only illuminated by an emergency lighting that made their bodies shimmer, both wearing their bodysuits as almost as open as they had int he office and followed the floor layout of the plan. They descended stairs in the shadows, crawled across balustrades, slid along darkened walls, until they reached the ground floor, pausing in a corner, listening intently into the darkness of the building.

Footsteps. They peeked into the half light of the entrance and saw two guards in uniform, boredly walking their routes until they stood by a pillar and talked. El and V silently slipped past them and entered a storage, crawling past boxes in the darkness, heading towards a cabinet. Their goal. “The red box!” El whispered as he tried to open the doors. It was locked, and while V was trying his luck on the lock again she nervously looked around. The guards might be patrolling this area too and god knows when they might be here.

El nervously went through your pocket, finding the vibrator again which she eventually decided to take along, unable to part with it. She was running her hand along it, suddenly remembering something that struck her as curious. It was rattling when she used it. There was something inside. She took it out of her pocket, unscrewed the bottom and several small keys fell out.

“Look what I found!” she giggled. V turned around, unnerved. “You could’ve TOLD me you had the keys!” he whispered. El laughed. “I was USING them!” After a few seconds of try and error, they found the right one. The cabinet swung open and there were several small boxes inside, among them a red one just as described by their client. They took it out and El shook it, wondering what would be inside. “Do you think we can OPEN it?” she asked.

V didn’t answer and instead crawled in the shadows towards the exit, listening intently to any sound. Her curiousity got the best of her and so she opened the box. It contained something that gleamed in the dark. She ran her fingers over it and it felt all rough and edged but was cylindrical with a thicker end. She giggled. “I love cylindrical,” she thought as she took it out and weighed it in her hands. It was very heavy and by the dim light that gleamed over it she could see, that it was solid gold, intricatly covered with beautiful gems that seemed to glow in the dark. A sceptre of sorts. It gave her ideas.

V knelt beside the door hearing someone move outside. The door handle turned and his breath halted. Silently it swung open and a flashlight beam followed by the dark shape of a guard entered. He hit the guard with a plank as hard as he could and the man slumped without a sound. V grabbed him and carried him into the darkness behind the boxes.

El closed her eyes and moaned, enjoying the feeling of the gems rubbing along her clit, the knob spreading her labia as her mind wandered, wondering which queen might have used it before her and if it brought her equal pleasure. Somewhere, something thumped to the floor, but she was miles and centuries away, taking a sceptre up her cunt, massaged by her chamber maid who caressed her breasts, her nipples; licking them as the sceptre entered her deep, masterfully tailored to the size of her cunt. She moved it in and out, slowly at first, until her slimy juices covered it all, going easier, deeper, faster, when all at once a lightbeam fell upon her. It illuminated the scene of her sitting in the darkness, holding the sceptre deep inside her. A female voice behind the flashlight gasped and said: “What’s going on here?”

El smiled her innocent smile and suddenly leapt towards her in a high jump, grabbing her flashlight while hitting her chest. The female guard fell to the floor and her gun slid sideways under some boxes. El squatted over her, her sceptre filled cunt close to her face and whispered: “Hello chamber maid. Time to suck me.”

She pulled the sceptre out of herself and sat fully down on her face, pressing her cunt hard on her mouth. The woman gagged and gasped for air, then opened her mouth, feeling juices flow inside. She tasted them, sucking at the labia and clit of that woman that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. Not before long, the guard moaned and seemed to enjoy it. El looked down at her, lighting with the flashlight and watched her suck while she could feel her lick deeper and deeper. The guard woman was quite short. She wore her brown hair long but had it hidden under her cap, which had just fallen off. She seemed to enjoy wearing makeup, even at work, as her red lips started to get smeared by El’s juices.

El she started to move up and down her face, moving her hips and let her lick further down towards her ass. She reached for her clit and rubbed it fast, hard, as she felt her tongue at her anus, which was still damp from his sperm. She smiled at the thought of her tasting it while she rubbed even harder and felt it coming on already.

El looked down at her face, buried beneath her cunt. The dark lined eyes of the guard were closed as she was tasting her, licking and playing. El relaxed and let it gush all over her face, bathing her in cunt juices and smeared her mascara all over her face. It took the guard woman by surprise and she was trying to swallow the juice as El could hear a voice close to her ear. “What the hell are you DOING?”

She moaned softly. “I’m having fun with our treasure,” she replied. V looked down at the gasping woman, her face all wet, and the slimy sceptre laying on the side. El bent back and reached up to him, whispering: “Come, my king and SHOW me how good you can wield your sword.” She went down on all fours, arching her butt high up while spreading the legs of the guard woman. Her hand wandered inside her pocket and grabbed a pair of scissors which she used to cut the pants of the guard open in the crotch. For a moment she admired her beautiful lingerie as she could feel her buttocks get parted once more, and the one thing that fit her better, and could take her harder, and deeper, than any sceptre, or any other thing was entering her ass once more: His massive cock.

Before the guard could gather her senses again she pulled her panties aside and pushed three fingers inside her cunt, starting to fuck her fast, just as her ass got probed by the warm, big cock. Her king was fucking her, taking her like in the old days of yore, when she used to take audiences sitting on his dick, or let chamber maids lick her while he filled her ass. And even when she was still his slave and was kept in his dungeon to get fucked over and over again to his liking, it was HIS cock she obeyed. But that lowly chamber maid, who had shaven her horny cunt to appear even hornier, SHE will not get his cock. SHE will get the fuck of her lifetime instead, as the queen shoved her hand hard inside her, hearing her gasp, moan, scream, thrash, getting fucked through her ripped clothes until the queen could feel her cunt convulse around her wrist, pulling, while that hard cock kept pounding her asshole, driving her wild, and she felt it coming on. Unable to control her body she rammed her fist hard up the cunt of the guard as they both screamed, squirting hard, feeling her asshole get filled with hot cum once more.

She let her hand glide along the sceptre, as the sunbeams fell through the windows in their office. The gems were blazing, as if lit by an inner fire. For days they had been unable to contact their client, and it seemed he had pulled out of the deal. “What will we do with it now?” El asked. V read loud from the latest Avastar as his feet rested on the desktop. “Three days after the robbery of the Norman Exhibition, police still found no trail to the thieves. The security guards concordantly stated they didn’t see anyone in or around the building. How the sceptre of Eleanor of Castile disappeared remains a mystery. Bay City Police chief Dick Morris stated that ‘investigations continue in all directions and we ask the public to report any suspicious actions they might witness’.”

He threw the newspaper on the desk. “We might as well bring it back,” he sighed. El pouted. “I already put the vibrator back. Even WITH the keys!” she said. “I’m keeping this one. I’ll put it to BETTER use than they anyway!” V smiled and looked outside where the sun set beyond the portlands over a Bay City evening.

The streets of Bay City are paved with high rising buildings which were mostly erected during the first half of the previous century. There were only a few skyscrapers in the city, most buildings stopped at a modest height of about 20 or 25 meters. The Firecaster Building was no exception. Though it slumped slightly on one end as its girders were giving in to gravity, its glass roof was on par with the surrounding buildings, which, although mainly unnoticed by most residents, made for a convenient way of traveling almost invisibly through the city. Therefor, nobody noticed the two black dressed figures which were balancing along the parapets, jumping from roof to roof through a Bay City evening.

They crossed the street under a large board announcing the special exhibition of norman treasures of the 13th century, which was held this week in the museum. Even though the museum was their destination as well, they weren’t particularly interested in the exhibits themselves but rather in a small red box, which their client had specified to them. She didn’t tell them what the box contained or why it was of value, and they didn’t ask. Their job was simply to retrieve it, so all they needed to know was where it was stored, and how to get there.

The venting system was the highway throughout the building. They carried with them a copy of an old blueprint of the museum’s layout. All rooms were connected by a network of venting shafts, as the building was constructed in an era when venting was just starting to be used in construction, and the shafts were large enough to let two people crawl through them alongside each other.

When they reached the roof of the Bay City Museum, it started raining. Large drops splashed on the concrete plates the roof was constructed out of. Both figures were dressed in tight black body suits, their faces covered with black glasses and painted dark with ash. Only their hair glistened in the starlight, red and blonde, a man and a woman. He unscrewed and lifted the top of a venting outlet and they both climbed inside, crawling through the clanging metal shafts that ran along the ceilings. His partner led the way, which gave him plenty of opportunity to adore her figure in the tight bodysuit as she wriggled along, occasional beams of light outlining her body when they crossed a grate.

“You like staring at my butt, don’t you?” she asked, as if reading his mind.

“Be glad I can’t SLAP it in here,” he mumbled.

He tried to concentrate on the map to find a way through the labyrinth of shafts and corridors when suddenly a sharp shrieking sound made them stop as they crossed through a room that was labeled ‘office’ on the layout.

“What was that?” he hissed.

“Not ME!” she whispered back.

“That’s what you ALWAYS say,” he remarked. “But there…”

All at once, the hooks that held the shaft gave in to their weight, and they dropped hard down into the room, falling out of the broken metal frame as it hit the ground. For a long while they just lay there, listening alert into the silence of the building, not daring to move or even breathe. Nothing happened. If anyone had noticed their descent, they didn’t do anything to investigate. Carefully they got up again, lighting a dim flashlight to explore the contents of the room. They were standing in front of a large oaken desk, presumably an antique. Across it was a door, which – according to their plan – would lead out to a corridor on the third floor of the museum. Along the walls were several bookshelves and cabinets, some large potted plants and a group of leather seats and a table in one corner.

“You search the desk while I try the door,” he whispered and sneaked across the room. It was locked. The flashlight flickered along the walls as she searched through the drawers of the desk while he tried to pick the lock with the few tools he had with him.

“Damn, can you find a key somewhere? It’s no use with this crap…” he whispered as he turned to look after his partner, surprised to see her suck on a glistening metal cone while the flashlight lay on the desk, illuminating her features.

“Look what I found,” she giggled as her tongue slid along the sides of the vibrator, cleaning the remains of its previous owner. He watched her mesmerized as she slowly pulled down the zipper on front of her bodysuit, opening it all the way down to her crotch. As usual, she wore nothing beneath. Her nipples were peeking hard around the borders of the zipper, as she ran the vibrator down between them, across her belly to the soft pubic hair that circled her crotch. With one smooth motion she sat down on the desktop, spreading her legs towards him.

“Mmmmh,” she moaned as the vibrator found its way between her labia and the gleaming shaft disappeared inside her.

“God, El!” he whispered, unable to avert his eyes from the scene. She took little notice of him as she moved the vibrator in and out, leaving wet streaks all over it. Moaning louder, she lay back on the desk, arching her hips up as the zipper continued to open the bodysuit up her back. As her soft buttocks appeared, she quickly took the vibrator out of her cunt and inserted it between them.

“Mmmmmh, god!” she gasped. “Who would’ve thought they’d think of our ENTERTAINMENT while we’re here?” She held the vibrator inside her anus with one hand while grabbing the flashlight with another, pointing the handhold at her wet labia, which were swollen and wet by now, and gently pushed it in. Moaning loud, she rolled down the desk, turning her back towards him as she bend over the desktop. “God, I need you inside me now!” she whispered trembling as she pulled the vibrator out of her butt again. “Please!”

He quickly unzipped his own suit, relieving his dick from the painfully tight confines of it’s crotch, feeling it hard and warm in his hand, pulsing already. He approached her from behind as she spit on her hand, rubbing her saliva between her buttocks.

“Mmmh, you need my hard cock, my little whore?” he whispered close to her ear.

“Oh yes, very MUCH so,” she moaned.

“In your ASS?” he asked as the head of his cock was already rubbing against her buttocks.

All she gave as a reply was a long moan. She pushed back against him, forcing his cock to enter her anus, almost screaming as she felt it part her. She waited for a moment and relaxed, then felt him thrust inside her as the pain ceased, filling her with pure pleasure. He thrusted inside her hard, filling her up completely as the flashlight sat firm and deep in her cunt and she sucked her own juices off the vibrator, enjoying the moment of complete fulfillment. She felt him go harder and faster, slowly losing control over his own body and making her lose her own control as well as the one sensation that was taking over all others was his massive cock in her ass. Finally, the orgasm swept like a wave over her, thrusting the flashlight out and gushed down on the floor, as she felt his dick jerk in the grip of her anus, pumping warm wetness inside her.

They were sinking on the ground, breathing hard, holding each other tight. She kissed him softly, giggling as she saw the small sign on the desk. “Do you think the director would mind that I had ‘borrowed’ her vibrator?”

Shadows crawled out of the canals as the sun sank wearily beyond the portlands, casting the streets of Bay City in a fiery orange glow. The traffic slowly ceased as the street lamps sprang to light one by one, welcoming the nightfall with flickering beams. They made the onslaught of darkness both more and less harsh at the same time, as the cold-lit walks of light they created only made the shadows that lined them seem deeper and darker than they already were. It was silent in this part of town, after the business hours were over. Only a few people hurried through the parks and streets, trying to catch the late tram home. None of them observed the one shadow that was moving among all the others, gliding through the unlit alleys, the dark spaces between trees and far corners of sidewalks.

Land prices were extremely high in these parts, and consequently, most buildings were offices, banks or shops. The few people that actually lived here had to be well-off citizens. The moving shadow paved its way towards a strange, run-down building whose skeletal frame rose high among the surrounding buildings. He had observed it for a while now. It was inhabited, there was no doubt about that. It had certainly seen brighter days though, as he remembered it once housed a classy shop of exquisite and high-priced cosmetics and accessoires. Ever since the breakdown of ’09 though, the building fell apart. Broken panes now shattered the weary walls, as branches climbed out and along them, seeming to sustain the girders to keep the whole house from collapsing. The few parts that were still intact were however still used by the original inhabitants, whose name was still etched in stone below the intricate stained glass window that arched the entrance. Firecaster.

They owned large parts of this area, as the Firecaster Building itself sprawled along pavements for almost 100 meters. The place might lay in disrepair, but the shadow concluded there would still have to be money somewhere inside the building, and tonight he was determined to get it. He passed the car that had been parked in the attic and kept changing colour almost every day, presumably sprayed by neighbourhood kids in some desperate attempt to search for graffiti-free surfaces. He lurched through the strange indoor garden that formed as plants grew through the broken floor tiles and windows after the place was deserted, and finally reached the doors. They were set into a supplementary wall that separated the abandoned from the unabandoned part of the building. The windows were all dark, as they had been for three consecutive days by now, and even though the mailboxes seemed to get emptied, he had no doubt that the owners were not at home.

The doors were locked, of course. He had tried them before, and there was no way to open them, as they were fitted with a sophisticated locking mechanism, which allowed only the key holders to enter. There were, however, ways around this, and he had sufficient experience as a burglar to bypass them. The room he entered was high, wide, and dark. Lamplight streamed through the windows on one side, while the moon lit the room from another. He could make out a kitchen in the corner, a bookshelf in another. Large paintings on the walls, and a gigantic fireplace right in front of him, blocking his view of the rest of the room. Carefully he set one foot after another, as he set out across the softly creaking wooden floor towards the back of the fireplace. As he reached it, he paused for a minute, contemplating if it was safe to use a flashlight now, as his spine suddenly froze at a sound.

Crackle. The fireplace crackled. He halted his breathing, listening intently, hoping his senses had betrayed him. But there was no doubt: Someone must have lit the fire recently. His mind went rampant. How could this be? He had seen nobody come or go. He had observed the building all day long and there was only the set of doors he had just passed to get into the room. He sank to his knees with his back against the fireplace, breathing slowly. He inched towards the edge of the fireplace, trying to get a better glimpse of the room, while calculating routes to escape if he was spotted. And suddenly, very faintly, he heard voices. There was the deep voice of a man with a strange accent, who muttered some half-whispered remarks. “…Cake or death?”

“Chocolate!” giggled a female reply.”You give me chocolate or you DIE!”

“Momentarily. Just leave your gun.”

“Chocolate!” – “Wack!” – “Ouch!” – “Don’t make me shoot you!”

The man mumbled a half-serious remark and they both resorted to a series of sounds and soft laughter, while the shadow could hear his heart beat deafening in his chest. He did not plan for this situation, as all houses he had entered so far were empty at the time. He was masked and wore a green bodysuit and helmet, so even if he had to make a run for it, he might still get away unrecognized. This was little comfort however, as the people behind the fireplace seemed to be armed. He had to find a way out.

“You want the bra back on?” the woman drawled.

“Not at all!” he said in a soft, deep voice.

“You want the thong… off?” she asked innocently.

There was a deep humming coming from the man as the shadow glanced hastily around. The two people seemed to be busy with each other, and he wanted to take the opportunity to look for an escape. There was a stairs going up, and he took them sneakily as softly as he could. He found himself in a strange room, part bath, part bedroom, part study. While he hastily scurried from wall to wall, looking for any window that could be opened, the shower suddenly started. He almost fell into it as he panicked, looking for a way to turn it off. Below, he could hear the woman sigh. “Dammit. Why can they turn the water on and NOT off!”

The man laughed.  ”I’m pretty sure the Bay City Water Departement runs on us alone.”

“That, and the Police Departement!” the woman chuckled. The shadow hid trembling behind a curtain, listening intently to all the noises in the house. Below, the conversation continued.

“I bet you are ECSTATIC!” the woman drawled.

“Uhhh. Well it MOVES kinda slow,” he moaned.

“It just seems to flow IN AND OUT of FLUIDITY” she said laughing.

“You’re not making this ANY easier, Missey!” the man chuckled.

“I just want to keep you aBREAST of the situation!” she giggled,  It all COMES with the changes going on… I don’t want it to draw to a CLIMAX too soon, I was afraid with the shower running it would be too WET here…”

A sharp sound, as if something was slapped, suddenly echoed through the room, and the woman moaned loud. He slipped from behind the curtain, quickly trying the rest of the windows. They all couldn’t be opened. If there was a way out, it would be downstairs.

He descended the stairs again, hearing clothes rustling, and the two people breathing harder, while shreds of their conversation could be heard over their panting.

“You wouldn’t make your little… hungry…”

“I would make her… empty herself… all over…”

They both moaned loud, and the shadow decided that this was the best opportunity to leap for an escape. He headed for the door, trying to get out again, as he heard soft clicking sounds behind his back, and two calm voices speaking to him.

“Welcome to Bay City. How can we help you?”

Bay City, September 2009.

V: And this is our Bay City home.
El: ?
V: I bought it today.
V smiles.
El: OMG!
El: V!!!!!!!!!!!
V kisses her softly.
El: I am stunned!
V smiles.
El kisses him!
V: I just like the concept so much.
El: Oh V!
V: The whole city.
V: It’s so beautiful.
El: yes
El: oh wow
V: Like to get in?
El: YES!
V smiles.
El: wow!
V smiles.
V: You don’t know how much you mean to me, El.
V: I tried to write something this morning.
V: But I had no words.
El: oh baby
V: I just drove around, and ended up here somehow.
El kisses him
V: And then I thought it would be nice to have a nice little house here.
V: Just for an evening in ‘the city’
El: yes!

Bay City, February 2010.

He looked out, across the rooftops of the city. Around him, the building croaked and moaned, as if stretching from a deep deep sleep. He could hear the wind speed through the rafters and the skeleton of walls, talking about distance and the sea.

It has been a long day. A long, but content day. He finally felt safer, like he had secured a solid piece of ground on which he could stand. His mind was at rest, and he played with ideas as they came.

Around him, the building re-formed, shaped, grew, broke, grew more. Glass burst, windows trashed, branches grew out of them. The sun went down, and rose again. Stones ran their course, along the walls, around bends, corners, streets.

He loved the city. He was always sad looking across the empty parcels that were theirs. He felt like he needed to put them to use, to do something that would fit this place like nothing else. So much space. So much potential. Such beautiful spots all around. It had to flow.

He followed the stream of ideas, carefully letting the parts flow and take shape. He didn’t want to make mistakes. He didn’t want to make their home less homely, or less beautiful than it was. But he also couldn’t stop the onslaught of ideas.

So much space. But we won’t need that much space. And I can’t place buildings all over. There would have to be plants, trees, beauty. But oh, such a glorious building. What if it broke? What if there were plants inside, on the bottom levels? What if we would live high up, watching out all over the city?

His ideas waned. The building congealed. He looked around, insecure. Like in all things he made, he was unsure of their quality. For him, there were no bad ideas. There were no good ideas either. There were just ideas. And he loved them all. He just wished he would be less clumsy, and faster at bringing them to life. It all seemed to take so much effort.

He looked out, across the rooftops of the city. There were plans, fragments, shattered like the window panes. A bridge across the canal. Trees in the attic. A high and light apartement on top. The building spreading out like a tree itself, it’s walls broken and battered, but the foundation solid, and the top housing so much light, and love. He could just hope he would be able to achieve that.

The walls whispered to him, spoke tales of times long past. He had brought part of their furniture over already, and loved gazing out of the high windows across the rooftops of the city. He felt closer to the sky, with all the glass and light and air around. Aerial.

And the walls whispered. They spoke of the wind, of the sun, of the rain. They talked about the times when they stood proud and strong, when many souls were inside them at all times. Of the times when they were a hotel, or an office, or a restaurant or shop. Proud times.

Maybe it was the wind that held them together. The wind and the memories. He chose the high wide room for their bath and bedroom. It was one of the few parts that were still inhabitable. He would tend to the other parts later, feeling the walls croak even as he thought about it. There would be a living room close to the ground, by the park. A garage somewhere in between. And some place to store his creations.

He felt the building shift, form, grow stronger for all its brittleness. Girders morticing against the wind, the building taking the crooked stance of a man walking in a storm, or a ship in heavy weather. Or maybe a tiger crouching, ready to jump. He looked at the cafe below, forever threatened to be crushed by the Firecaster building. The willows leaves rustled in the wind, and there were birds in the trees.