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Hell's Kitchen, NYC	By : SylviaSilphium Category: Individual Celebrities > Stephen Colbert Views: 1542 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know Jon Stewart or Stephen Colbert, I do not profit from this writing, and it is fiction.

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Stephen Colbert's fingers drummed rhythmically on the edge of the brass lock. Jon watched the back of his friend's neck, tense with the strain that comes from resisting temptation. Or, perhaps, from savoring the moment before an event long anticipated. If he was honest, Jon had no idea what his friend was thinking as he stood outside that door, and he didn't want to know.
He wet his lips with his scotch and felt torn. In an oft-neglected corner of his mind, he knew he should have put a stop to this years ago. He wondered if that would have even been possible. Stephen was unpredictable. Often he was charismatic, charming, gentle...but at other times, his eyes grew blacker, his grin a little wolfish, and there were noises that came out of that room behind the door with the brass lock that gave him sleepless nights. But Jon enjoyed the results of the time Stephen spent in there. He looked down at the woman bound at his feet. Yes, he enjoyed the results a lot.

Stephen turned to look at his friend, and said quietly, 'Are you staying, Jon?'.

Jon cleared his throat, and sat up in the couch.

'No.' (God no). 'I'll, um ...' he cast a wistful look at the woman on the floor. She'd been with them a while. She'd be alright. 'I'll be back later.' He swallowed the rest of his scotch, slammed the glass on the table beside him, and walked toward the exit. He didn't look back.
Stephen watched him leave. But instead of opening the lock that had so fascinated him, he turned to the woman on the floor. He liked Jon, but he was a child. And terrible with the ladies.
He couldn't remember where this one had come from. Most were volunteers. She had been with them a while now, maybe too long, he knew that. One of Jon's favorites. But where...?
He heard her breathing quicken as he walked towards her. She was naked, hogtied and on her stomach. Her hair was tethered to her wrists, so that her head rested painfully on her chin. A gag muffled her moans of discomfort, and Stephen could still see the little red marks on the side of her back, where Jon had rested his feet. As he knelt next to her, he could see the muscles in her neck begin to spasm. He would have to talk to Jon about taking better care of his toys.
He rolled the woman over on her side, so that she could see her eyes. He saw them widen in panic as she recognized the man crouched beside her.
'You remember me, don't you?' he asked quietly. He trawled a finger between her breasts. The scars across her ribs jogged his memory. 'I remember you.'

He had met her in a bar after the show. She was starstruck and he was charming. They drank, she giggled, he was kind, and sooner or later she began to laugh, a hand lingering on his wrist a little too long. It was cute. But the beginning always felt a little too much like work. He took her back home. She went into the room. She came out a little different.
Everyone had a useby date. A point when they stopped being fun to play with. The trick was to get rid of them before they broke completely. This girl had been with them far too long. Her responses were too automatic. She had nothing left inside for Stephen to break.
His finger drew a line along the curve of her throat and he felt a whimper tremble in her larynx, held at bay by the gag. He grabbed her firmly by the hair and dragged her to the couch where Jon had been sitting, knowing has he did so, he destroyed any remaining strength she had left in her neck. Perhaps permanently. His hand stroked its way down towards the gap between her legs, and the other removed the gag with uncommon dexterity. The woman let out a breath that was mostly desperation.

'Please.' she begged, and was about to say more, but Stephen struck her firmly across the cheek.

'Shhhh.' he hissed, grabbing her jaw in his hand. 'That's enough.'
He shoved his fingers roughly inside her, stroking her g-spot relentlessly until she began to clench around his hand. She opened her mouth to gasp, and Stephen shoved his cock in her mouth, until she struggled for breath. He pulled back slightly.

'Who knows. Maybe if you're good enough, I'll keep you.'

He began to thrust, the woman's head braced by the couch. His fingers matched the rhythm of his cock, and kept her just before the brink of orgasm.
He had almost begun to get her to respond the way he liked -- controlling her tongue with his touch inside her (the way he trained all his girls), when he heard a thump inside the room with the lock. Sighing, he withdrew from the woman. Placing her gag back on, he hit speaker on the intercom.
'Could someone please come and tidy up in here?' he demanded, zipping his fly.

'Yes, sir.' was the automatic reply.
Sorry, Jon, he thought. There'll be others.

And with that thought, he turned towards the locked room.
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