Paradise, Wrapped in a Straightjacket

AN: Oops, I didn't realize I hadn't updated this fic! Since I've had the last chapter of the fic posted on the Silent Hill Archive for about a year, it really was an oversight on my part. Sorry! So, here is the last chapter of the story, as compensation for not updating for you!  :)

 

 

Chapter 3: Consummations

 

Heather was lead by Stanley back to the room where they'd first met. She wasn't really sure what to think. One thing was painfully obvious. She was still without her gun. If he chose to do something to her now, she would be unable to stop him. Heather followed him inside and stood a short distance away from Stan. Stanley stood uncertain of what to do, somewhat to Heather's relief.

She was tempted to get the shotgun from the floor, but she resisted the temptation.



For now.

The first question was obvious, and Heather didn't hesitate to ask it.

“Why did you save me?”

“Because I care about you, Heather,” Stanley said, standing beside the shotgun Heather dropped.

“But...you wanted to kill me!” Heather exclaimed.

“Yes, I did. But not anymore,” Stanley admitted. “Heather, I wanted to do that because I thought it was the only way to escape from the God, but I was wrong. You defeated the God, without sacrificing yourself. We don't have to worry about that anymore.”

Heather turned away from the young man. If she had met this man earlier, he most likely would have killed her. Perhaps she would have been able to defend herself. Or perhaps he would have gotten her when she least expected it. But now he claimed he didn't want to kill her anymore. How far was he to be trusted?

“Heather, I swear to you, I would never harm you,” Stanley pleaded earnestly, clenching his hands tightly to show how serious he was.

Heather surveyed the young man with a frown, wondering whether to pick up her gun. He didn't seem like he wanted to harm her, but that wasn't a certainty. Appearances could be deceiving, as she had learned from Vincent. She looked at the room, which was filled with dirt, grime, and overturned mattresses. The place was abandoned, but the conditions spoke of neglect long before the personnel disappeared. It was no wonder somebody could go insane here, if they weren't already. She decided to try another route.

“How long have you been here?”

Stanley seemed relieved to return to a line of questioning he could answer easily. “About a year. The Order didn't commit me until recently.”

Wow. That was a long time to be locked up in such a depressing place. “Do you do anything besides write about me?”

Stanley gave her an annoyed glance. “Of course. I'm not just some obsessed psychopath. I used to paint. I had a canvas and everything. But they took away my canvas, so I went back to my journal. It's not easy to maintain your sanity in a place like this,” he gave her a pointed look.

Heather didn't know how to respond to that. “I'm sorry,” she quietly, uncertain whether he wanted sympathy.

“Heather, I know I sounded creepy in those diaries I left for you. I was excited when I first learned you were coming here. I'd been alone for a long time, but the creeps in this place insisted it was a delusion, and that I couldn't possibly gain the heart of a woman I didn't know. So I went a little overboard.”

Yeah, overboard is the operative word, Heather thought, giving a tight little smirk. Fortunately Stanley didn't seem offended.

“What do you want with me?” she asked.

Stanley's answer was direct. “I want us to be together. Even if it's just this once. I know things aren't exactly ideal, but that doesn't have to matter. I can make you feel things you never have before. I am but a shadow compared to the things you deserve, but I still love you more than anything else. I want to take you to Paradise. I want us to be alone in Paradise, savoring the pleasure we can give each other."



Heather considered what he was saying. Paradise wasn't something she wanted to deal with, but the Paradise Stanley was talking about, that was something different. He could have picked up her gun at anytime and killed her if that's what he really wanted to do. She didn't know him that well, but what was the harm in giving him a second chance? She was taken aback at the devotion in his voice, and that gave her a ray of hope. Maybe he had recovered from whatever madness had taken hold in him.

There was another reason. Girlish as it seemed, she was a bit flattered in hearing someone talk like that. No one had ever talked to her with such longing. Usually she was ignored by boys, or approached only because they wanted to bang her, not because they valued her looks or her personality. She was just a challenge, the one girl in school who wasn't a looker and wouldn't put out easily regardless of that. She had to admit, she could feel her face warm from knowing someone wanted her in that fashion - and not just because she played hard-to-get.

And he seemed serious about this. The passion was the same as in the diaries, but the words were different, and the mentality behind them was more clear. She wondered – had this place somehow changed his insanity, as she pondered earlier? Still, she had her reservations.

“You do know it's Alessa you want, don't you? I'm not the woman with black hair and pale skin from your dreams.”

Stanley was undeterred. “It doesn't matter. You were Alessa. You are Alessa, no matter what changes you've had on the outside. I love you.”

“How do I know you won't hurt me?” Heather asked with one eyebrow raised.

“You'll just have to trust me. I can't say it any more plainly than I already have,” Stanley answered.

For the longest time Heather was silent. She knew she was making a tactical error, letting a potential enemy get so close to her. But she was so lonely for companionship. There was so little left in her life, with first her dad gone and now her memories as Alessa coming back to haunt her. She wanted to feel good about something in her life, and hunting Claudia was getting her nowhere. Perhaps she could take a break from her quest to indulge in this...whatever it was. And she had to admit, she was curious.

“Okay.”

Stanley's face lit up like a child's on Christmas morning. But then he showed surprising restraint, and only smiled slightly. “I promise you, I'll be careful.”

Heather smiled wryly. “You better,” she said slyly, though she tried to put a bit of threat into it. She was fully prepared to kick his ass if he did anything funny.

They hesitated at first, not surprisingly. Stanley approached Heather tentatively; she could only imagine what was going through his mind. Probably he was enthralled at finally realizing his fantasy. Gradually he reached for Heather's arms. Heather forced herself not to wince at his touch. When Stanley leaned in toward her she stiffened, until his lips descended on her neck. He gave her a small peck, then another one, until he finally reached her lips. Heather was extremely unsure what to do at first, having never kissed someone with the intent to do more than that. Hesitantly she encircled her arms around the small of his back. It was enough encouragement for Stanley. Gradually Heather relaxed under his grasp, as she realized she could in fact trust him. But then, to his surprise, she pushed him back slightly.



“Wait. If we're going to do this, I want to be the one to take charge,” Heather said, pleased with herself for coming up with the novel idea. It would let her explore her curiosity and she would be the one in charge, in case he did try something. You never knew.

“Okay,” Stanley said, unsure of himself. This new take-charge Heather was something he didn't expect. For the longest time, Heather was not sure how to start. She didn't particularly want to sleep with him, in terms of an all-consuming desire, and she didn't have experience in this regard. She decided to think of it as a test of herself, to see whether she could please someone without any outside help. She pulled Stanley into a kiss and held him closely. Her hands explored his body and soon prompted his to do the same to her, with much more confidence than either of them felt.

Stanley sat down on a desk behind him, guiding by Heather's motions. Time passed as they enjoyed these first experimental traces of affection. Heather kissed her way down his neck and trailed past his shirt, until she knelt before him and reached for his pants. With a moment's hesitation, Heather pulled the uniform pants down. Stan trembled just the slightest bit at being exposed. Heather stared at the sight of his disrobed body. This was the first time she had seen a boy naked. Reading diagrams in a book or seeing pictures on a computer wasn't the same thing. She felt her own heart rate increase as the reality of the situation set in, and she became a little lightheaded despite the coolness of the room. Okay, she told herself, forcing herself to remain calm. Time to see if she could do this.

Reaching for his body, Heather grabbed his flaccid organ and placed it between her lips. She moved it around tentatively, getting a feel for what it felt like, to have him close to her like this. There was a moment of momentary repulsion, but she adjusted to it as she became used to the idea. Stanley uttered the slightest of moans. Having had enough of a 'practice', Heather took the next step. Holding him in her left hand, Heather took his sex into her mouth. She stroked the member with her fingers as she bobbed up and down over his flesh, sucking on his sensitive head. The organ gradually hardened in her grasp, and she was soon sucking on his full erection. Heather pulled back. He wasn't big, but that was a plus. She had no idea how she would have been able to fit him in her mouth if he was huge. Traversing lower, Heather placed a hand around his glands. She marveled at how soft they felt in her hands while she worked on his cock. The girls at school were always talking about how pathetic boys were for having these things, how they were weak and were always being led around by them, but Heather saw a certain beauty in them. Her lips traversed over his cock, kissing it and gliding her tongue over it.

“Am I doing okay” she asked Stanley.

“Yeah. Don't stop,” Stanley replied, his voice audibly strained.

Heather resumed her work, smiling in satisfaction at the reaction she was getting. She and her friends always made fun of the girls who did this, but now Heather saw there was a definite appeal to this. There was an incredible feeling that she got from bringing someone pleasure, and knowing she had the power she had over him. Stanley's moans were audible in the silence of the room, which only served to encourage Heather more. She bobbed her head while sucking on the hardened member, licking at the sensitive tip. By now she held his sac in her right hand, giving him added stimulation while she stroked him with the other. Stanley's sounds increased in urgency. Heather continued stroking him, until Stanley stiffened in her hold. Jets of white-hot fluid spurted from his organ. Heather pulled her head back, taken aback by the sudden explosion, but she continued stroking him, watching in curious interest as he experienced his release. With a few tight strokes, she drained the last of his orgasm from his body.

Stanley leaned back in blissful aftermath. Heather looked at the fluid that was on his body; it was on her hand too. Curious, she took a little taste of it. Hmm, not bad, she thought, though with a grimace; it wasn't something she would want too much of. Heather thought of saying some quip, but it seemed inappropriate to ruin the moment, somehow. She waited until he had fully recovered before talking.

“Wow, that was...I've never jerked a guy off before,” Heather laughed uncertainly.

Stanley was taken aback at the bluntness of the comment, but then smiled in amusement. That was his Heather, always with a quick wit and a straightforwardness about her that was refreshing compared to other people.

Stanley had a million things he could say. But remembering the creepiness factor that had scared her off initially, he decided to keep them to himself.

“Okay, it’s your turn now,” Stanley said.

Heather shrunk back a little. “Um, I don’t…” the blonde trailed off uncertainly. She knew it was inevitable he’d want more, but she didn’t think this would be the route. She figured she’d just give him some oral and then they’d fuck. It wasn’t like she knew a lot about what they were doing.

 

“Heather, trust me,” Stanley said in reassurance.

There were two beds behind her, the only two in the room that were still set up. Stanley directed Heather towards the nearest one. The bed wasn’t as dirty as the others; in fact, it was surprisingly clean. Heather lay back on the bed. Stanley moved over her and she fought to keep herself calm. There was caution in Stanley’s movements, perhaps in response to her nervousness. But eventually he captured her lips in a kiss. Heather placed her arms around him and allowed him to slide his tongue into her mouth. When he withdrew, Heather slid her tongue past his lips and reciprocated the kiss. Gradually Stanley shifted focus to her neck. Heather moaned as he caressed the sensitive part of her neck. He touched every part of the delicate nape, feeling every inch of her skin and showering her with kisses. Stanley unzipped the vest she wore and placed it aside. Next came the orange shirt that tightly hugged her body. He grabbed the edges of the hem. Heather didn’t protest, so he pulled the shirt and helped it over her arms.

Stanley surveyed Heather’s naked body. She was beautiful, just as he had imagined. He could see in her eyes that she was nervous, and was probably resisting covering up her breasts. Very well, he would show her that there was nothing to be nervous about. He was going to take of her.

Resuming his work, he kissed the side of her throat once more, working his way downward. He left a trail of kisses until he reached the center of her chest. Heather tensed at the contact, and he smiled in anticipation of what was to come. He teased her mercilessly, kissing her sternum and the sides of her breasts; kissing everywhere except the one place he knew she wanted him to. Heather squirmed under his body, and he knew she was probably getting a bit uncomfortable. He kept at the teasing until he finally took into his mouth. Heather gasped at the action, and he took it easy at first, licking her breast experimentally, content to have her in this position. Her breasts were small, but full, and he took great satisfaction in savoring the one in his grasp.

He began to suck at her breast, using his tongue in conjunction with his mouth over her rosy pink nipple. The nipple grew hard under his tongue, and he flicked his tongue over it with delight. Heather moaned as she stimulated the hardened peak. She had known it would feel good to have someone suck on her breasts, but she didn’t think it would feel this good. Stanley switched to the other one and gave it the same satisfying treatment, making Heather moan in delight. It was an overall good feeling that spread from her chest all the way down to the lowest part of her body. Eventually Stanley moved downward, kissing his way down her stomach, planting delightful kisses all over her flat abdomen, until he reached the waistband of her panties. Heather got nervous when he did. She hadn’t ever had anyone down there, and she wasn’t sure what he would think. She didn’t think she was that good looking down there, but then again, what girl really did?



Stanley slid her panties down her legs, an unspoken moment of trust passing between them. She was left naked save for her boots, which weren’t a hindrance in any fashion. And revealed was a wonderful treasure. Stanley looked at Heather’s sex. She was shaved, which wasn’t what he expected, but it was still as beautiful as he imagined. It was enough to almost make him wet his lips in anticipation. He settled over her sex, already tasting what an experience this would be. He kissed the surface of her folds, brushing his lips gently across the skin at first. Heather quivered under his touch. He began to lick along the length of her folds, staying away from the primary pleasure point at first. That would come later. Heather bit down on her lip, trying to keep quiet from the maddening teasing. Finally, he trailed upwards. Stanley licked at the tiny pink nub, and Heather gasped in pleasure as a shock went through her. He began to lick at her aroused clit, holding his hands at the sides of her hips to keep her in place. He would look all along her sexual area, before returning back to her clit. Pretty soon, that was all he focused on.



Heather moaned as she began to feel things she never had before. It was similar to what she felt when she masturbated, but there was a definite difference having a warm tongue do it instead of her fingers. And then he did the unexpected – he took her clit into his mouth. Heather moaned loudly as he kissed and sucked every inch of the area around her clit, using his rapid tongue on the hardened nub. Oh God, Heather thought to herself, settling her hands in Stanley’s hair. This was more intense than she thought it would be. She was squirming wildly on the bed, using his body to try to keep herself still amidst the pleasure. Stanley knew this, of course, and kept at the wonderful treatment. Her moisture was seeping out of her, and the heady aroma of her arousal was filling his nostrils, leaving him more than a little lightheaded. He badly wanted to taste it, but her pleasure came first. And so he continued licking her hardened pleasure point, until she felt a familiar sensation growing beneath her abdomen. Oh God, she was going to come, she thought in a panic, gripping desperately at Stanley’s hair. 

The feeling continued to build until she broke out in spasms harder than she ever had before, crying out in unparalleled sexual release. Stanley looked up briefly from his vantage point to see Heather writhing stiffly on the bed, her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth open in a silent scream. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, seeing his beloved in such pleasure. He continued licking her ultra sensitive clit until she was all but spent, going limp beneath his body. It was almost time for their final act of love, though he would give her a moment to recover herself. While she was panting on the bed, he took the opportunity to satisfy his curiosity about her taste, running his tongue along the opening of her entrance. He tasted of her nectar, savoring the tangy taste. The action sent tiny spasms running up her body, as she shivered in leftover pleasure.

Heather lay exhausted from her experience. Her heart felt like it had been beating 100 miles a minute, hammering in her chest so hard it almost hurt. Her face felt flushed with heat, and she could hardly summon the strength to move her arms. Wow, that was the most pleasure she had ever gotten out of sex. Words couldn’t describe how good it felt to have someone down there bring her to orgasm. She thought they were almost ready to end this. But then she saw Stanley climbing on top of her, and she saw the hardened member between his legs. It seemed so big now, compared to when she was just sucking him. How was she ever going to get it inside her?

“Are you ready”? Stanley asked Heather.

Heather nodded in response. They had come this far, so why not? Besides, now that she was recovering, she found she still had enough left for one more try. She wanted to feel him inside her. Stanley positioned himself at the apex between her thighs. She could feel him poking against her entrance, as the tip of his member brushed against her sex. It was weird, kind of, knowing she was about to have a boy inside of her for the first time ever, but she was ready to explore this aspect of herself. She just hoped it wouldn’t hurt too much. Holding himself, Stanley guided the hardened organ into her, going as slowly as possible in order to minimize the pain. Heather grunted as he slid into her, inch by inch, her grasp tightening on his back, until with one push he was fully inside her. Heather cried out in agony.

“It hurts!” Heather cried, tears pooling at the corners of her eyes.

Stanley issued some comforting sounds, stroking her hair with one hand, while he waited for her to adjust to the sensation. He knew this was going to hurt her at first. Gradually he began to move in and out of her, going very slowly to make it as painless as possible. Heather clung to him with both hands. She was crying freely now, and it was clear that she was barely keeping herself together. It pained Stanley to see her like this, but he knew it would soon get better for her. He would make sure of it.

Heather gasped and whimpered as Stanley thrust in and out of her. She was gradually getting used to this, but it was a slow, agonizing process. She had known this would hurt, but she didn’t know it would hurt this much. Then, something changed. She began to grow more accustomed to it. To her amazement, the pain gradually disappeared. Pretty soon, all that was left was a curious full sensation. It still wasn’t pleasurable, but at least it wasn’t painful. Was he doing this? She wondered. But if he was, she had no way of telling on his face whether or not he was responsible. She smiled, sighing as she allowed herself to relax into this. “Are you okay?” Stanley asked, and Heather genuinely allowed herself to smile as she nodded. She was determined to get through this. Gradually she felt the first stirrings of pleasure. She felt…something, but it wasn’t enough to get her where she needed to go. Not right now, at least.

Stanley abruptly stopped. He began to maneuver her onto her side, and Heather was about to ask what he was doing – Stanley seemed to realize her confusion and shifted her to be on top of him. “Here, get into this position. Maybe it’ll help,” he said, as he adjusted her onto his body. Heather almost smacked herself for being so obvious. Yeah, that would help things quite a bit, now that she thought about it.

He began to move in and out of her. Heather willed herself to relax as she found herself in the new, uncomfortable position. It wasn’t bad, but it still wasn’t pleasurable in the way being eaten out had been. Seeing that she was still adjusting, Stanley took the initiative. He grasped her hips and began guiding her with his hands, rocking her hips forward so that she would get an idea of what to do. The idea worked. Heather shifted on his body as she wiggled around to find a position that would be pleasurable, until she finally found an angle that hit the right spot. Ah, that’s it, Heather sighed internally. She definitely felt something now. It felt like a pressure in her crotch, like she needed to go to the bathroom, but there was also a hint of pleasure behind it. Stanley reached up to cup her breasts as she rode him, kneading them under his silky hands. Heather moaned as he handled her breasts with gentle firmness. It felt so good to have him touch her breasts while she was in this position. The pressure was still a little strange, but she was gradually getting used to it.

Stanley could see by now that Heather was definitely getting into it. He sensed her emotions clearly through his senses. But there was still an aspect missing. It was pleasurable, but not overwhelmingly so. He knew what she needed. Moistening his fingers by licking them, he began to massage her clit. His right hand lingered under her abdomen, while the other went to her side, steadying her and himself. Heather moaned as the throes of pleasure began to emanate from her sex. She shuddered visibly as he touched her pleasure point, clenching her fists to steady herself.

God, that was definitely what she needed, she thought with a rush of sudden pleasure. She was fully aroused now, so it wasn’t sensitive like it would have been before, in a painful way. Now that sensitivity was utter pleasure. She loved playing with her button, and his hand was no exception. His fingers skimmed skillfully over her clit, drawing out the tides of pleasure from the nub as he massaged her sensitive skin. Heather gripped the sides of his legs to steady herself, and she found herself becoming lost in what was transpiring. Her hips rocked against Stanley’s as she rode her pleasure to its breaking point; she didn’t even stop to wonder how he had lasted that long. The feeling of having to go to the bathroom had long since passed, and was replaced by a feeling of utter immeasurable pleasure. The sensations coming from her core were incredible. She was receiving now the ultimate stimulation from her clit and from within her sex, as Stanley’s cock hit her sensitive spot every time. Stanley removed his hand from her crotch to grab her waist, but it didn’t matter, for Heather kept pumping with her hips. The friction she was providing her clit by grinding close to him was adequate, and she felt a climax nearing. Heather gasped and panted audibly as the pleasure rose inside her, the grinding of her hips becoming faster and more striking, until she finally exploded in a climax of sexual release. Stanley held her as she fell down over his chest, one hand trailing down to cup her rear as she bucked and trembled against him. Finally she stilled, and Stanley knew she was spent for the moment.

After a few minutes, Stanley rolled her over onto her back while he remained inside her. Adjusting himself so that he didn’t put too much weight on her, he began to pump into her once more. He slid in and out of her with a slower pace, moving his hips with a less demanding rhythm than before. He was still tired from their activities before; they both were. He still hadn’t found his release. As the pleasure grew, his hips sped up the motions at which he entered her, until he was full-on thrusting into her with reckless abandon. Heather grasped onto him tightly, beginning to feel the stirrings of pleasure now once again. Stanley rocked against her body with unyielding force, pushing himself further towards the brink of orgasm. Heather cried and whimpered as she bucked against him. The frenzied thrusting and moaning continued, until Stanley exploded in climax with a great cry, stiffening against her as he released his essence into her.

They lay relaxed on the bed, catching their breath and recovering from the exhausting coupling. Heather was unable to move after their exhausting display of passion. She still clung to him, hands and arms encircled around his back in a leisurely grip. Stanley lay still over her, unmoving after his demonstration of lust for her. Their bodies were cold from the sweat that was drying now in the open air. So enveloped in what they were doing, Heather hadn’t even thought about whether she needed protection. Well, it was too late now, what was done was done. Stanley looked down at her in adoration, and for a moment she saw something darker in his eyes, and she remembered the madness that had plagued him earlier. But then it disappeared, and Heather relaxed back into his grip. One or two exceptions aside, she had never felt more comfortable in her life as she did right now.

“I’ll always be with you, Heather,” Stanley murmured softly, hovering above her and staring at her with a devoted gaze.

Heather was reassured by the words, despite not fully comprehending them in her dazed and tired state. She relaxed freely on the bed, clutching Stanley close to her and closing her eyes as she dreamed of a peaceful place, where things went peacefully in her life and there were no monsters or anything else, only the loving embrace of a person who cared deeply about her.

~

Heather woke up with a start. Looking around, she saw only the white walls of her room and realized that she was alone. Whoa, that was one intense dream, she thought to herself. It seemed so real. She could almost feel the feeling of another person’s skin against her own, the stirrings of pleasure as Stanley’s fingertips massaged her in so many ways. It was an incredible dream; she had never had one like that before. It almost left her longing for more, wishing that the dream hadn’t ended so quickly. She pulled off the sheets and made a startling discovery, one that caused her to pause in her tracks.

She was absolutely drenched in sweat. She was clammy everywhere from the moisture that was drying on her, and looking down she saw her crotch was damp, damp from something that wasn’t sweat. Her inner pussy lips were red from stimulation, like she had orgasmed several times in her sleep. Most telling of all, the atmosphere around her was charged and heavy, like there had been someone else there with her, beyond just the sleep-driven physical exertions of her body.

A slow realization came to Heather’s mind. So, it hadn’t been a dream. Stanley had actually come to her, and made love to her with a physical passion that bypassed the boundaries of reality and her fictional dreams, satisfying her physical needs and her need for companionship without her even being aware of it. It was…astounding.

A fully satisfied smile spread across Heather’s face. Maybe she wouldn’t be alone in her new life, after all. He would come to visit her in her dreams whenever she needed it, needing the companionship only a friendly presence and the loving indulgence of those feelings of lust and longing could offer. She looked forward to seeing his next visit, regardless of whenever and wherever it happened, and what unusual characteristics it started out with.