You pick up Sable's device and examine it. "How do you get the bearings back up to the top?" You ask.
"You don't. It's an irreversible process."
"Uh huh. Or you could just break the window open--"
Sable grabs it back from you. "Some people would want to do that. But that doesn't apply to the analogy." She scowls at you. "You've had sex recently."
"Uh. What."
"You come into my abode stinking of sex and misunderstanding simple analogies. It's absurd. Did you fuck Alex? I can smell his cologne on you. He told me that the two of you were through. Was that a lie?"
"Are you jealous?"
"Why would I be jealous. Alex is a colleague. Sure, we've fooled around, but..."
"You are jealous."
Sable slaps you.
"Oh, fuck you. You crazy bitch."
She slaps you again.
You grab her by the wrists and pin her hands to the mattress. "You play nice, now," you say. "I don't want to rough you up like Alex did."
She spits at you. And then, as you groan in disgust and anger, she lurches forward and kisses you. Unstable Sable at her finest.
You force her backwards, getting her up against the wall of her van, and kiss her forecfully back. Despite her aggression, she's shaking. Your kiss only makes it worse.
"I missed that," Sable says, an insane lilt to her voice. "You kiss much better than Alex does."
"Has he been fucking you?"
"Who's jealous now?" Sable says. "Are you angry, Alabaster? Upset your two playmates played without you?"
"Just curious," you claim. "You honestly mean nothing to me."
"Liar," Sable says.
You kiss her again, and this time, you grip her face with both hands. You hold her roughly, almost violently. And Sable, her wrists no longer pinned, beats against your shoulders. This feels something like an oncoming rape. But when you pull away, Sable is all of a sudden docile. She looks up at you with big doe eyes and says: "Will you... play with me, Alabaster?"
You sneer at her. "Play with you how?"
"Play with... my genitals..."
That oddly anatomical request is also somehow oddly lewd. You can't but comply. You grab the waistband of Sable's pants and tug them down. As you do so, you find a gun, which falls to the mattress with a soft 'pwah'.
"Jesus," you exclaim. "Fucking warn me-- I could have shot one of us."
But as you sweep the gun aside, Sable is tugging at your belt, and now she discovers the gun that you yourself brought along. Your heart seizes in raw panic as she curls her slender fingers around the grip. You jolt and steal the gun back from her.
"Hypocrite," she laughs huskily.
"I brought it for your own good," you tell her. "To protect both of us."
"It's dangerous these days, isn't it? Isn't that fun?"
"You're fucking nuts. God."
Sable rises to her knees. Her pantied crotch, with the cleft of her pussy plainly visible through the thin white cotton, is directly in your face. She tenderly grasps your shoulders and then squats a little lower, towards your hand, where you hold your pistol. Unbelievably, she rubs her cunt against it. She rubs herself on your gun.
"What the FUCK, Sable--"
"It's so dangerous -- and so, so fun..."
Even with proper trigger discipline as inculcated by Rose, you're terrified that you're going to make a fatal mistake as Sable uses your weapon for a sex toy. But then, you suppose, that's what gets her off. The risk, the insane, needless risk. Her crotch gets wetter and wetter as she rises languidly up and down the steel barrel of the semi-automatic pistol. Her panties become transluscent and you can clearly see her cunt lips, the dark vulva, the bald mound. Despite being mentally unbalanced and living on the run, she still keeps her pussy shaven clean. You dutifully hold the gun for her, unable to do much else but gawk.
She clasps a hand around your wrist and uses it to direct your hand back and forth, digging the gun's muzzle right into her clit. Then she rises a little higher and gets the gun partially wedged up the canal of her pussy. The barrier of her sodden panties is the only thing preventing the barrel from slipping in completely. She fucks herself up and down on it.
"You can shoot me if the mood strikes," Sable tells you.
"Fuck," you sputter.
"Or that. I'm fine with either. It's about time I got a real dick in me."
You lock eyes with her. "You are the craziest person I've ever met."
She laughs and laughs -- and humps your gun. There's something weirdly erotic about it, and despite yourself, your cock is getting hard. Sable's insanity might be contagious. Regardless, you know you want to get off.
"Lie down," you tell her.
She obeys. She dismounts your pistol, a little ooze of her pussy cream dripping from her panties, and sinks to her butt. She lies back with her neck propped up against the wall and spreads her legs wide. "Fuck me raw," she says. "Cum inside me."
You put your pistol back in your waistband for safekeeping. You unzip your fly. Your turgid dick springs out practically on its own, a little streamer of precum suspended from the tip and glinting in the ambient light. Sable eyes it hungrily. "It's a fucking monster," she gulps. "God, I missed it..."
"You like it up your ass, don't you?" You say.
She gulps. Her voice is shaky. "Yeah... up my ass..."
"That's too bad. I like it better up your cunt."
Her eyes bulge. You reach down and tear her panties off, ripping them, and force her legs even wider apart. She tries to get up, but you're already bearing down on her, and she can't get away. With a sigh of sheer satisfaction, you get your prick shoved into the hot wet confines of Sable's pussy.
"Fuck you! Fuck you!" Sable shrieks. "You fucking asshole!"
"Shut the fuck up," you tell her. "You love it."
And she does. Despite berating you, she humps back against you, and her little cunt sucks your prick-leak out of you like a mouth. She shudders with every thrust. But she's still ranting and raving, calling you names, and it's getting annoying.
"Cocksucker! Faggot! You dumb piece of--"
With a grunt, you slap her -- at the same time as you get your cock as deep as it can go. She draws a sharp breath. Then she begins to cry.
Crying is better than yelling at you, at least. Actually, fucking a crying girl feels pretty good. You let her cry for a few moments as you fuck her silly. Even as she sobs, her pussy cums and gets the denim crotch of your jeans wet with her fluids.
It's getting a little pitiful, though, so you decide to give in to her desires. You reach between the union of your bodies and find the dark pucker of Sable's anus. It takes no more lubrication than her own juices running down her thigh to get a couple fingers wedged inside. Sable closes her eyes and sighs a sigh of deep, contented pleasure. She really is obsessed with anal.
"That feels so good, Alabaster," she coos, her voice dreamy. "I could fuck with you like this forever..."
"Uh huh. Is that your ideal universe?"
"Hmm... maybe~ or maybe I'd like a third... now THAT would be ideal..."
You pump in and out of her without responding. The silky smooth sensation of Sable's wet cunt is bringing you some much needed pleasure. The heat of it against your straining prick is such a nice relief. You could honestly fuck her forever like this, too. You play with her rubbbery, pliant asshole while you screw her. Pretty soon you'll be cumming in her just like she asked. You're not going to warn her. A woman like her doesn't deserve it, and wouldn't want it.
"Fuck... fuck... fuuuu-uuuck..." Sable pants. She might be one of the smartest people in history, true, but she goes stupid for your dick like all the rest. Her eyes are distant as she gazes up at you. "You're so nice to me... thank you... thank you for playing with me..."
"Shut up already."
She draws a shuddering breath. But she follows your orders.
The van falling silent again, you press harder down on her and just enjoy the raw sensation of fucking her. Soon, your nuts are tightening, getting ready to drop their load. Sable can sense you're about to cum, even if you don't let her know. She reaches down and fondles your balls. "There you go..." she mewls. "Shoot it all inside..."
"Oh, fuck," you can't help moaning.
Suddenly, she reaches behind you and grabs your gun.
"Sable--!!"
She laughs insanely. Time slows to a crawl as your worst nightmare comes to pass -- Sable is going to murder you right as you cum inside her.
But that's not what this is. With a crazy glint in her eyes, she takes the gun and puts it in her mouth instead. Both hands wrapped around the muzzle, she sucks it -- like a cock. She sucks on the business end of your pistol, grinning up at you, as you fuck her. And like this, you pop off. Your cum rockets out of your piss slit and paints Sable's insides as you watch her fellate your gun. She fucks herself back against your cock and your sodomizing fingers, and swirls her pink tongue around the gunmetal. You fire rope after sticky rope inside her. The heat and tightness is unbelievable, so too the volume of her own ejaculation. She cums all over you. And she never stops sucking. This horrible, crazy woman... all you can do is empty your balls inside her. It feels like you cum ten gallons. And her hungry pussy takes it all.