Juror Ch 02

As this story is a continuation of Juror, I recommend reading it first. However, if you read it a while ago, or don't have time now, here's a synopsis:

Theodora, Teo for short, and Frank met while on a jury. By fucking him silly, she - a mafia plant - convinced him to join her in finding mob underboss Tony Galliano innocent of murder, then double crossed him so he became the only not guilty vote. Then she disappeared. The FBI arrested Frank but, without evidence, couldn't hold him. Teo showed up weeks later, beaten, and said they had to run, that Galliano had gotten cold feet and put a contract out on both of them to ensure their silence. They fled. Hiding out, Frank insisted that Teo cut her hair and dye it blonde to alter her gorgeous appearance.

After she drugged him and stole his guns, money and car, Frank, who we learn had been in Stur, a secret covert ops unit, rescued her by killing the three hoods who'd captured her. When Teo calls to tell her sister, Ana, to go into hiding, one of Galliano's capos answers. He tells Teo that if she doesn't come to Washington, D.C. immediately, he will kill Ana. Frank has realized that the only way out for him, and Teo, is to make lots of trouble for Galliano, so all the adverse publicity will convince his mafia bosses that he's too dangerous to have around. Then, when Frank kills Tony the contracts will die with him. The jurors become a team.

This story begins with Frank and Teo en route to D.C.

**

"Ahhhhh... Ouch! Shit!"

She was just too tight. But Theodora Romanova was determined. Though she had my erection sopping wet with saliva, her anus was too constricted, clenching, and though she sat down, hard, repeatedly, she just couldn't get me in.

As she struggled, fiercely resolved and wincing with the pain of being stabbed, forced open, I remembered how her striving to get my cock up her ass had come about.

Theodora had outdone herself in the car. Ostensibly she was just keeping me awake after I began to feel drowsy on our late-night drive to Toledo, a stopover on the way to D.C. When I said I needed coffee, she'd chosen another option, on edging me over and over, keeping me up and alert. As she brought me to the brink for the fifth time and we finally made Toledo, she had me park in the motel parking lot. In the darkest corner.

Having been to the verge many times, it took only a few seconds for her to get me there again. Just as I approached the crest, was teetering on the brink, Teo popped her mouth off me, kissed me hard and fast, and said, "Good driving, Frank." Her voice became edgier, tense, as she continued, "But I really need you up and able once we get in the room, so I'm just going to take the froth off you now."

I hadn't a clue what she meant, but when her magic mouth went back to work I felt the semen driving up my pole. As it seared every nerve along the way, I knew it was going to be one hell of a mind-blowing orgasm.

Not so much. Teo's mouth and hands suddenly left me, and my abandoned, mystified cock trembled in the cool night air.

I watched perplexed as a glob of semen oozed out, gathered at the head, and trickled down my shaft. Teo wiped it up with a tissue just as the next dollop emerged. My penis tingled, and it felt pretty nice, but was not at all like any other ejaculation I'd ever experienced where either I or my partner drove me up and over the peak, intensifying the explosion.

With what she later told me was a "ruined orgasm," there was never any ecstatic release, no convulsive eruption, and neither was there the flood of hormones into my brain that brought on the refractory period. Only a curious shivering sensation each time my penis distended and disgorged another measure of semen. After squeezing out just five dribbles, my system was done, and Teo sucked me clean, stuffed my prick back in my pants, zipped me up, and patted my crotch.

Her voice was again odd, impatient and restless as she said, "There. Your cock should relax and behave while you go get us a room, but get hard again when I need it to. Hurry, Frank. I have big plans for tonight."

I had no idea what her big plans might entail, but was feeling great, up for anything. I got a pretty good clue about what she had in mind when, once our motel room door closed, she instantly began ripping off her clothes. As I secured the room and got undressed, her tense voice rasped as she said, "Hurry, Frank. Lie down on the bed. QUICK!" I did.

Teo was impatient. She leapt to her knees on the mattress beside me and devoured my uncertain penis. When it didn't instantly respond, she hissed, "Damn! I need to forget, Frank. Make me," as she abandoned my cock, threw a leg over my stomach, slid up, and encased my mouth with her pussy.

Oddly, she wasn't wet. I was puzzling over that - she'd been sexually teasing me for an hour in the car but was not aroused - when she reached down, spread wide her labia, and ordered, "Keep your tongue steady, Frank. Yes, just like that." She elevated nearly off me as I did my best to keep my licks consistent. Teo adjusted herself so that my tongue swept the grooves between her inner and outer lips. Once both valleys had been thoroughly explored, she shifted and I found my tongue licking her perineum, then edging ever-so-slowly north.

When it reached the opening of her vagina, I improvised, made a tube of my tongue and began to press in. "No! Just lick!" Though stunned by the vehemence of her reprimand, I complied, and found her hole spiraling around my stationary tongue. I was gratified to begin to taste her savory nectar, and her sounds - not really moans, more like keening murmurs - became more sensual, richer as her arousal grew.

My steady tongue licked its way up her innermost valley until it just nudged the tip of her clitoris. She recoiled, as if my probe was white hot, and moved to the side. My steady licks circled her erect pole, stopped at the top to traverse back and forth, then circled again.

A long, strangled moan signaled her first orgasm. She lifted herself off me as she pushed my head away. Her fingers, embedded deep in my hair, contracted unconsciously with her climax, pulling, stinging. My scalp burned again when she tugged me to her as she sat back down on me, and I resumed my role, the inanimate tool, a means to provoke orgasms, to provide release.

As Theodora groaned and thrashed above me through her third, most intense climax, my mind spontaneously flashed the image of her face earlier that night, pale and drawn, the moonlight exacerbating the wanness. Her look conveyed her helpless terror and horror as she listened to her sister scream so wretchedly over the phone. I finally understood what this was all about. Teo needed to drive that memory from her, to assuage the gnawing angst and anguish about Ana. Sex, sensation, orgiastic release, was the only way.

But it seemed not to be working. Initially mystified by her puzzling behavior, I had performed my duties stoically, uncomplaining, but curiously uninvolved. Though tasting her juices got some swelling started, when Teo needed to vary the way in which her orgasms were produced, I was not fully hard. Her whimper of disappointment and pain didn't help, but her immediately sucking my cock into her, the lashes of her tongue over my most sensitive spot, and her hands caressing my balls, did the trick.

As soon as I was stiff, Theodora quickly mounted up, reverse cowgirl, and began her ride. She leaned forward, bending my penis towards my toes, and her full-length strokes rubbed her clit hard against my shaft. As the fire built inside her, she moved faster, eventually just shimmying her hips, grinding her post against me.

As the wave crashed over her, Teo's strangled moan was like before, only more wretched, more tortured. My hands automatically grabbed her buttocks, caressing, wanting to help, to comfort, but, when hers found mine she tore them off, and I realized that they were actually a distraction from the intensity of the fire emanating from her sex. The fire she needed to purge her anxiety.

After another climax which also seemed more torture than release, Theodora did a quick spin and rode me face forward. She seized my hands and wrenched them onto her tits, then squeezed hard, driving my fingers deep into her soft, supple breasts. As her desperate ride neared the finish, she directed my fingers to her nipples, and gasped, "Squeeze! Harder! Harder!" I obeyed, but was conflicted, as I knew it was too hard, crossing the threshold between pleasure and pain, but the urgency in her voice, in her body, compelled me, drove me on.

Though the fiery needles from her breasts made her cries of release and completion louder and more ferocious, neither that orgasm nor the one after it purged the horrid angst raging inside her. I was alarmed at the tears in her eyes as she ripped my hands from her, leapt off, and devoured my cock. It was awful to see her so anguished, and having my own orgasm was the furthest thing from my mind.

But that wasn't her plan. Teo seemed to be slobbering more than usual - she did like to get me good and wet when she sucked me off - and I understood when she pulled off me, threw a leg over my hips, stood up my cock, put it at the entrance to her anus, and sat down.

She moaned, then winced and cursed as she tried to force it in, "Ahhhhh... Ahhhhh... Ouch! Shit!"

She was just too tight. As I lay on my back, desperately wondering what I could possibly do to help, Teo sprang off me, grabbed her purse, and rummaged inside. The hand cream did the trick. While she slicked up my throbbing cock, I sat up and worked some into her with my fingers. Impatient to continue driving the anxiety from her mind, Teo roughly pushed me back on the bed, mounted me, put me in her place, and sat down.

She was again annoyed at the initial resistance, but finally the head of my cock wedged open her sphincter and popped into her anus. Once the gate was breached, the rest was easier and she took my all.

Knowing I was just a tool, something for her to use to distract her from the memory of her sister's scream, I kept my hands to myself and just lay back and watched. I'd never seen such a blank look in her eyes. All her attention was inward, on the intense feeling as my cock scoured every cell of her anus and rectum. Her eyes fluttered and lost focus as she slowly raised up and eased herself back down. Over and over. Her initial slow walk became a trot, then a canter and finally, when her hand found her pussy and her fingers began madly lashing her clit, her canter became a frenzied gallop.

The semen began being sucked from my balls as her orgasm approached. Theodora grabbed my hands and pressed them hard onto her breasts, using my fingers to squeeze and pull her nipples, and her winces and cries told me I was doing it right. Causing her pain. When her fingers returned to her clitoris, the frenzy inside her fed on itself, combusting, seething and raging ever higher, and I was dragged towards the cliff with her.

Watching my cock sliding in and out her anus just below her frigging fingers was impossibly erotic, and her rectum was clenched on me so tightly that every nerve in my penis was screaming from being scraped and chaffed. When the overwhelming orgasm swept over her, it obliterated us both, forcing wrenching strangled gasps and cries from her throat and groans and grunts from mine. Her sleeve crushed me over and over, milking my cock, and it obediently expelled gush after gush of hot semen into her, swamping her insides.

When Theodora collapsed down on me, totally spent, limp as a wet blanket, her voice finally sounded cleansed when she said, "Hold me, Frank, hold me tight." I did, and our intimate connection stayed intense even when I waned, slipped out of her and she slid to my side and slept, snuggled into me. My consciousness floated, euphoric, buoyed, bobbing on the peaceful, regular undulations of her chest, and I inhaled her essence each time she breathed out.

When she awoke, the beast we'd purged, the unbearable worry about Ana, was back, and Theodora was distracted and anxious. She needed to get on the road, to get moving, to do something. Anything. She did smile, if ruefully - I could read her thought in her eyes, "God, men are SO predictable!" - when she saw my morning wood. After a very fast and intense blow job, we hit the road.

Our conversation in the car inevitably became heated. As I'd anticipated, Teo was dead set on calling Galliano's capo, Gus, to set up the meeting as soon as we arrived. I knew that would be suicidal. Galliano wanted Teo, first to question, then to kill, and I knew he'd keep Ana alive to use as bait. Our dispute was less an argument than a way that she could let off steam, release some of the pent-up anxiety gnawing at her. But I couldn't accede to her impulse. It would get us both killed.

After Theodora had sulked, seething in sullen silence for ten minutes after her irresistible force had bludgeoned my immovable object to a draw, I broke the frosty silence by asking her what the ideal outcome of our trip to D.C. would be. Obviously condescending to even acknowledge my query, she snipped, "Save Ana, of course. What a stupid question!"

"Do you want to survive, also?"

"Duh! Of course. Jesus, Frank! What the fuck!"

"Okay, so how is it that you are going to manage that outcome?"

Even more annoyed - how dare I be practical! - Theodora, Mensa-smart but so riven with concern that her brain had shut down, eventually deigned to float a few trial balloons. She'd take a gun with her to the meeting and kill the motherfuckers; she'd use her black belt karate skills, get up close, and kill the motherfuckers; I could sneak up behind them and kill the motherfuckers; God would send a lightening bolt and kill the motherfuckers.

After even she saw that her ideas were untenable and sank back into a morose pout, Teo finally listened to mine. I have an internal alarm clock that always wakes me up at 5:55 AM. No matter what. That morning, while Teo slept, I had logged onto the motel's wifi and had come up with a plan. It wasn't foolproof, but... Teo liked it, saw in it a glimmer of hope, and agreed to give me 24 hours after we arrived to set everything up.

**

The first golden ray from the rising sun peaked over the horizon and glinted off the barrel into my eyes at 7:29 AM. Secured 6 feet up in a tree by the rope around my hips and my feet in the Ameristep Tree Steps I'd procured at Cabela's the day before, I breathed on my hands to keep them warm. My thin shooting gloves just weren't doing the job. I had set out at 7:00, when the twilight dawned just enough to make my way through the bog.

The swamp awoke gradually as the darkness dissipated. Small birds -- I was surrounded by them -- had been active since first light. Next came the frogs. As the first sunbeams burned off some of the mist blanketing the area, a splash and swooshing of wings marked a Great Blue Heron's dawn patrol. Now that the fog was pierced by the gilded beams, through the fork in my tree I had a pristine panorama of the bridge 200 yards away, and 250 yards both east and west of it on Highway 234, aka Budds Creek Road, in Charles County, Maryland.

My plan had jelled the day before, a way we could both rescue Ana and stay alive. We would set up a trade, Teo giving herself up in exchange for Ana's freedom. It would happen here, out in the country, away from innocents who might get hurt if things went south. Teo would call Gus at 8 AM - as this location was an hour away from D.C. and the meet was set for 9, it precluded his ability to set up an ambush - and tell him to park just past the bridge on Budds Creek Road. After she'd stopped 100 yards away, Teo and Ana would start walking towards each other, Ana arriving at Teo's still-idling getaway car just as her sister fell into Gus' clutches.

Well, not really.

That was the plan Teo that was going to feed Gus, hoping he'd bite. In reality, when she and Ana met, Teo would do a 180 and they'd both sprint back to her car as I blew Gus and his soldiers away. While trying to anticipate every possible eventuality, I'd considered opening fire just as soon as Ana cleared Gus. A nice idea, but I knew he wouldn't play it straight, and would have a backup vehicle, filled with his soldiers, coming up behind Teo's escape car, pinning the women between them. Once I'd dealt with Gus I could take on the other vehicle, but the women had to be as close as possible to the cover Teo's car would provide before I took any action.

I hoped my elaborate plan -- there had been no way to keep it simple, stupid -- would actually work. It did give the good guys at least decent chance, which was better than none.

At 7:55 I had put the battery in my phone, called Teo, told her everything was set and she should make the call. I knew that Gus wouldn't like the intricate instructions Teo would give him, but I also knew he would go along. There was a big upside for him: he'd likely get what he wanted - Teo - if he did, and maybe not if he didn't.

After I had signed off, I readied the text, put my phone beside me and waited. We'd prepared as best we could, placed our bets, spun the disk and tossed the marble. The roulette wheel was in spin and at 9:00 AM the ball would land where it would.

Even though strikingly beautiful, I eventually tired of the scenery of the Allen's Fresh Natural Area and my mind wandered. To early this morning. Theodora had awoken soon after my 5:55 internal alarm popped my eyes open, and she was wired. Terrified that our plan wouldn't work, that Ana would be killed, that she herself wouldn't be able to carry out her role, couldn't improvise if necessary. And that I wouldn't do my part right. And innumerable other worries.

As before, sex provided a distraction and we wiled away the time before I had to get moving. Our distraction sex previously had been focused on her having as many orgasms as possible in the shortest time, but this morning she decided to switch things up. She rode me to a quick initial climax, and, when she hopped off me and swallowed my still hard cock, I realized her intentions. My morning wood didn't have a chance to relax before she dragged another load from it, and even then she kept her mouth on me.

I'm not certain how distracting it was for her, but my mind surely was focused on what her tongue and lips were doing. Though I'd doubted my ability, Teo bucked me up, kept me hard, and sucked me dry a third time. Her kiss as I left was hot, as was her sultry, "Well, at least you'll be relaxed. Now go get 'em," as she shut the door behind me and I headed for the swamp.

I heard it before I saw it. The Chevy Tahoe I assumed contained Gus, some other soldiers and Ana arrived just before 9, flipped a U, and parked just past the bridge. As instructed. No one got out, also as instructed. I eased the PSRL-1, Precision Shoulder-fired Rocket Launcher, up onto my shoulder, aimed, and pressed the laser sight. The vibration confirmed it had printed the grill of the SUV. Now I could even shoot sideways and the rocket would still home in and find the Chevy.

Teo's Rav4 arrived from the other direction a minute later, and parked 100 yards from the Tahoe. Teo got out first, and the Heckler and Koch MP5 slung over her shoulder looked formidable, the perfect prop for this play. It was hopefully just for show, a way to dissuade Gus from deciding to just drive up to Teo and take her. If they wanted her alive, to continue their interrogation, a gunfight would not be as favorable an outcome as the proposed exchange.

Gus got out next and pulled Ana from the backseat. He didn't untie her hands, but did remove her blindfold, and pushed her in the direction of Teo. The sisters started walking towards each other, matching stride for stride, but Teo was surreptitiously taking short steps so Ana would cover more ground than she.