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mine. Cause we know the world is chock full o’ fine looking chicks like these,
right?
Language: Plenty of it and it’s not all good.
Sex: Of course there is sex, the hot and nasty kind. Depictions of consenting
adults participating in same sex unions and bdsm scenarios, so if you are
vanilla, be warned that this is dark chocolate, both bitter and sweet. If it
ain’t your thang, then do not pass go. Do not collect $200, just hit the road
now!
Violence:
Oh yeah, there is!
Chapter
five
Bring
Me To Life
“Noooooooooo! No….you do
it like this—“, laughed Monica as she demonstrated for the eighth time the
proper way to eat an oyster on the half-shell. Torrid grimaced, she sucked the
oyster she was holding down and chased it with a shot of whiskey.
“Holy fuck!” she said,
“That’s nasty!” she reached for her water glass and drank liberally from
it, laughing.
“Okay Monica, you get a lot
of butch points for eating raw oysters,” she chuckled,” so tell me, are they
working yet?”
Monica narrowed her eyebrows
and stuck her tongue out at Torrid, as she sipped her fourth cocktail.
“Hey, I guess they
do…it’s a lesbian with a hard on!” Torrid jabbed jokingly.
“Oh ha ha, Torrid. I don’t
need to ask if they worked on you!”
“Babe, with you…I don’t
need the oysters,” Torrid smiled, as she caught Monica’s glance, they locked
gazes for a long moment, and Torrid swallowed hard. She suddenly felt nervous,
hungry and uncertain all at the same time; her knee bounced, and Monica noticed.
She smiled inside. She didn’t want this moment to end. She knew Torrid was
looking at her, really looking at her. She liked it. She smiled at Torrid, and
sipped her drink, then cocked her head to one side, and looked at Torrid saying,
“ I don’t need them either.”
Torrid was going to say
something, but the waiter arrived with the food, and she chickened out and
started eating silently. What was wrong with her? Why was she suddenly so
nervous? Why was she worried? What was she worried about? Elektra? Oh fuck
no, Elektra was off chasing her tail right about now! Then what? Monica….
I don’t want her to be angry
at me, or upset with me, or think bad of me. I want her to…
“What?” asked Monica,
jolting Torrid from her thoughts, and she knocked over the basket of rolls.
“Shit!” Torrid swore,
picking up the bread.
“Torrid, it’s okay, take
it easy. Is something the matter?”
”Monica—there’s something I want to say. I know I was an asshole in the
past, and I know I hurt you, but I never meant to, I just..” she shifted
uncomfortably in her chair.
“Just what, Torrid?”
Monica was deeply interested in what she had to say.
“I uh..Monica, look, this
isn’t easy for me,”
“I know, but I need to know
what’s on your mind.”
”Yeah, okay. Look—here’s the deal: I never wanted any kind of relationship
with any girl. I didn’t think I did anything to lead you on, I told you what I
was about when we met, and every time we-f—er—were together. And I didn’t
want any long term relationship, or heavy commitment. When the ink was done, I
figured that was that.”
Monica nodded, but it was
obvious she was hurting inside.
“Wait,” Torrid said,
“Let me finish?”
Monica nodded.
“When I saw you the other
day, I couldn’t get you out of my mind. I missed you after you didn’t come
around anymore, and seeing you again made me think, maybe I was wrong.”
“What? Wrong about what? You
lost me, Torrid.”
”Wrong about you—“
“Me?”
“Monica, I had assumed you
were a preppy chick who was slumming, getting a tattoo and a good hard fuck from
a leather dyke.” Torrid said, sheepishly.
“I was, Torrid. When we
first met, I was.”
Torrid looked hurt, but
nodded. Thinking and knowing it were two different things, and Torrid’s walls
weren’t as thick as she thought they were. Monica had hurt her in a way she
couldn’t imagine. As much as Torrid knew she was a walk on the wild side for
many women, the one you don’t take home to mother; she resented it. As much as
she herself encouraged others to think that, as easy as it made it to live a
rock star existence, it really wasn’t what she wanted. Not deep down.
“But Torrid, “ all that
changed. “I like you, you’re hot, sexy and gorgeous, yes. The bad girl
fantasy come to life, Hell yes! But, you’re an artist, you’re smart and
sweet.”
Torrid flinched at being
called sweet.
“Oh stop!” scolded Monica.
“My point is…I asked you out to get to know you more. I don’t expect
anything out of you that you’re not willing to give me. So don’t go all deer
in the headlights and be uptight. And I am NOT a preppy chick. I am a rivet
head, thank you very much!”
“Okay—having said that,
that’s cool and I can hang. But let me finish. I want to get to know you too.
I see the changes in you since the last time we f—er…saw eachother. You’re
on a personal journey. I see your growth and your determination and it pleases
me. You’re stubborn and you’re spunky and I love that! You are cute, and
sexy too. And hot…woman you are hot!” Torrid winked.
Monica blushed. She wanted to
pinch herself. What had happened to Torrid?
“You. You happened to me.”
Torrid said, reading her mind. They sat smiling at eachother.
Shots rang out, chaos ensued.
People dove for cover or ran for the exit, but the couple sitting quietly in the
corner was taken totally by surprise when Elektra reloaded and approached them
from behind. “Reunions are such fun. How’s life been treating you, Torrid,
miss me?” Elektra said as she walked around to face the figure in leather…
“Oh my god! Torrid what’s
happening?” Monica said, panicked.
“What the fuck? Elektra!
She’s insane!” Torrid said.
“You know her? She gave me a
manicure today! Oh my god!”
They watched the news feed on
the wide screen tv that was over the bar. There was a shooting in progress at a
seafood restaurant in the Montrose.
Torrid jumped up from the
table and threw a stack of money down grabbing Monica by the arm, “We gotta
get the hell outta here! I’ll explain on the way! I gotta stop her!”
“Stop her?! Torrid, let the
police handle this!” Monica said, afraid.
“Monica if she hurts anyone,
it’s my fault! I gotta stop her!”
Elektra’s face fell.
“Where the fuck is Torrid?” She screamed.
The man trembling at the table
shrieked back, “Who the fuck is Torrid?! Lady you’re fucking nuts!”
Elektra opened fire and
emptied her clip.
“Don’t call me nuts.”
She said, and ran out the back door through the kitchen. She’d have to ditch
the car later. She walked down the street and climbed a stone wall that
surrounded an old Victorian house and hid herself in the pool house. She sat in
the dark reloading her clips.
Oh Torrid, Torrid,
Torrid…you outsmarted me, didn’t you? But I’ll get you…and your little
bitch too!
She smiled a feral grin, Dear little Monica!
“Oh no you don’t!”
Monica said, “I am not going home, I am going with you! What if you get
yourself killed?”
”What if I get you killed? Monica don’t argue! Do as I say!”
“Torrid Duncan, no one tells
me what to do!”
”Monica—for fuck sakes! Please ..I don’t know what I’d do if anything
happened to you! I just got you, I don’t want to lose you! Now you’re going
home!”
Monica blinked, Torrid’s
words sunk into her, she nodded. She didn’t argue any further, accept to add,
“ Okay. But I am calling the police.”
“Fair enough,” said
Torrid, “Driver, can you go any faster?”
It was after midnight when the
limo pulled into Monica’s driveway, and Torrid paid the driver and walked
Monica to her apartment. She made Monica go in and lock the door and she went
down and got her bike, and headed to the site of the shooting. The police had
already cleared the crowd away and the CSI was inside gathering evidence. She
rode passed and noticed the car that she saw Elektra in still parked in front of
the video store.
Cops are so fucking stupid,
she thought to herself. She’ll be back for the car tomorrow, and I’ll be
waiting.
Monica paced the floor, she
was worried sick about Torrid. She was terrified that something bad would happen
to her. Torrid had told her everything about Elektra in the car on the way back,
and Monica cringed at Elektra’s insanity. She thought about the manicure, how
Elektra had gotten her to tell her everything about their evening.
They’d both be dead now, if
Torrid hadn’t –“Oh god..she saved my life!” Monica thought out loud.
Suddenly her door knob turned
and she heard the click. She froze. Then there came a pounding at the door.
She looked out through the
peep hole to see Torrid standing there, and threw the door open, “Oh thank
god! Torrid, get in here!”
“Glad to see me?” Torrid
said sheepishly.
“I was worried sick! What
happened? Are you okay? Where’s the psycho bitch? Did you talk to the cops?
Torrid—“ Monica was suddenly silenced by Torrid’s mouth covering hers.
Torrid kissed her deep, and harder with each descent into the kiss. Torrid held
her close and devoured her mouth like she had never tasted Monica before.
“It’ll be okay, babe, I promise,” Torrid said into Monica’s mouth.
Monica surrendered completely
to the kiss, feeling herself release all the tension and fear to Torrid’s
touch.
“Oh god Torrid—I need
you!” Monica gasped, “Take me, please? Take me!”
Torrid kissed her hard again and began to undress her, but fumbled at the
buttons and snaps. She picked Monica up kicked the bedroom door open. She
carried Monica to the bed and laid her down on the soft fluff of linens. She
continued to kiss her only more tenderly and passionately as she moved her body
on top of Monica. She worked the buttons lose one and a time, but for Monica it
was agonizingly slow. Monica was wet, throbbing and trembling with need.
Torrid took her time, it was
different somehow. Torrid didn’t want to just fuck Monica, she wanted to
worship her, to feel, smell and taste her, to absorb her into herself and feel
her like a second skin.
“Please, “ Monica begged,
“I need you inside me!”
Torrid kissed Monica’s neck,
and whispered in her ear, “Monica, I want all of you…not just your sweet
cunt, I want all of you. Will you give it to me?”
“Yes baby, take it ..take it
all, fuck me!”
Torrid pulled back and looked
Monica in the eyes, “No.”
Monica’s eyes opened and she
looked deep into Torrid’s. She gasped at the intensity of Torrid’s gaze. It
was like looking into a bowl of blue diamonds. But she could see the passion and
emotion along with the desire. She new what Torrid was asking. She nodded,
“Make love to me Torrid.”
Elektra sat in the shadows.
She had to wait til morning to get the car and stash it. She didn’t want to
risk getting caught before she had a change to blow Torrid to kingdom come. She’s
probably up there right now fucking her little piece of ass! Well enjoy your
pussy Torrid, it’s the last you’ll ever have! She chuckled to herself
and sat with her knees drawn up to her chest, rocking back and forth and
humming. She was totally insane. She sat for a long time then finally exhaustion
claimed her and she fell into fitful sleep. Her hand fell to her side and the
gun slid free from her grip. Outside,
A patrol car drove up and down
the street, lights spilling over the walls of hedge and the muffled sound of the
police radio, this played on into the night.
Torrid held Monica tight to
her as she thrust into her. A sweet rhythm drove her, and she was covered with
sweat as she gave herself over to the passion. Tears filled the corners of her
eyes, but she blinked them away and continued to stroke herself into Monica. She
was so close to cumming she was trembling.
Monica held her close, and
arched her back so that Torrid’s dildo would go deeper and harder into her.
She needed Torrid deep inside her, she wrapped her legs around Torrid’s waist
and crossed them again around her hips. She held on to Torrid as she rode her.
Monica was crying, she
couldn’t hold in the emotions anymore, her moans gave way to wails, but Torrid
didn’t stop. She knew Monica was having a release, so so thrust harder and
harder.
Finally Monica’s wailing
gave way to loud vocalizations as she came over and over, and she relaxed into
Torrid’s thrusts. Torrid stroked her until her pussy was numb, but didn’t
stop. Torrid needed to release inside Monica, she needed to hold her and feel
her all around her when she came.
Monica kissed her beaded
cheeks and brushed her sweat soaked hair out of her eyes. She whispered sweet
nothings in Torrid’s ear, and when she sensed Torrid was at the threshold she
took her over the edge, “It’s okay baby…I’ve got you!”
With those three words,
Torrid’s damn broke. She came so hard she shuttered and let go of a long loud
cry. She trembled and collapsed on top of Monica. Monica kissed her face and
held her. She cried silently, Monica said nothing, she held her and felt
Torrid’s tears falling on her skin. She petted her until she fell into
slumber. Monica rolled Torrid over and covered her with the soft sheets and
wrapped herself around her sleeping Amazon.
She stroked Torrid’s hair as
she slept and whispered softly, “I love you.”
The lovers slept til the wee
hours of the morning under the watchful eyes of an angel. She was touched at the
blissful repose of the pair, how they instinctively cuddled and fit together as
two became one. She watched, and her stomach turned. She was filled with
loathing and jealousy and a hunger for revenge that matched no other. Elektra
stood over the pair, polishing her gun with a soft cloth from Monica’s
bathroom.
When she had tortured herself
sufficiently, she decided it was time to wake the lovers. It would be so easy
to kill them now, she thought, they’d never see it coming. I want them
to see it! I want them to meet death with their eyes wide open! I want them to
know it was me who sent them there!
She began to tremble she was
so angry, “WAKE UP!” she shouted.
Torrid shot up, groggy and
disoriented, she heard the clicking of the 9m being cocked and felt it’s cold
against her head.
“Oh Torrid, my dear, dear
friend….” Elektra hissed, “It’s been sooooooooooooooooo long!”
Torrid stiffened at the sound
of Elektra’s voice. She instinctively held Monica tighter to her.
“Elektra—why are you doing
this?” asked Torrid.
“WHY? BECAUSE YOU FUCKED UP
MY LIFE AND IT’S TIME FOR PAY BACKS, BITCH!”
“Oh no! YOU fucked up your
own life! When are you gonna see that? After all this time, you’re still
wearing your Teflon suit!”
Elektra was pissed! She hit Torrid across the face with the muzzle of her gun,
and Monica, bucked up, “HEY! DON’T TOUCH HER!”
Elektra put the muzzle to
Monica’s forehead, “I’m sorry, did you say something?” She blinked and
smiled, and cocked her head to the side. “I didn’t think so. Listen Monica,
this is between me and Torrid. You want to live, you go sit your ass in the
corner while I finish up with this cunt!”
Torrid turned to Monica, “Do
what she says.”
“But—“
”Do it now!” Torrid shouted. Elektra laughed.
Monica slowly backed herself
into the corner and sat in the chair there. She remembered her cell phone was in
her purse, if she could just get to it , she could call 911.
Elektra continued to beat
Torrid with the gun, pistol whipping her and taunting her. Monica was amazed at
the level of self control Torrid had. She kept her cool, even when she was being
tortured. I am about ready to kill that crazy ass bitch! She thought to
herself. She had a plan.
“Uh excuse me—Elektra,
right?”
Elektra turned to look at
Monica, “what is it sweetie?” she mocked.
“Uh…I gotta pee?” Monica
said holding her bladder. “Too many cosmos.” She said sheepishly. Elektra
sighed. She waved her gun in the direction of the bathroom.
“Hurry up Princess!” she
mocked.
Monica reached for her purse,
Elektra leered at her, she shrugged, “Tampons.”
Elektra rolled her eyes.
Monica walked into the bathroom and closed the door. Elektra braced a chair
under the knob, “Why don’t you just stay there for a while, Monica?” She
turned back to Torrid, “Now, where were we?”
Torrid looked up at her, she
smiled a wicked smile, “Alone at last.”
Elektra was puzzled. She
realized her mistake. Shit! Monica…she was in the room, now she’s out of
danger!
She turned and fired three
shots through the bathroom door.
“NO!” Torrid screamed, and
she dove for Elektra, tackling her to the ground. She grabbed Elektra’s gun
hand and smashed her wrist against the iron bed frame. Elektra screamed, Torrid
kicked the gun away and pulled Elektra up by the hair, then punched her in the
face repeatedly!
“You fucking bitch!” she
said as she beat her, “ Five years you tormented me! Five fucking years!”
Elektra was laughing.
“Torrid if you think I am
afraid of a beating, you’re stupid.”
Torrid stopped. She pulled
Elektra up by the hair and sat on the bed and pulled her down over her knee. She
sat there on the bed naked with Elektra over her knee.
“What the fuck are you
doing, Torrid?”
You’ve been a bad girl, Elektra—very bad!” Torrid said as she pulled her
belt from the nightstand. Elektra squirmed, she was freaked out. This didn’t
make any sense.
“Torrid, let me go!”
”Oh no baby, you got a spanking coming! First I’m going to spank you—then
I am going to fuck you up the ass dry and then…” Torrid reached for the gun
and put it to Elektra’s temple, “Then, I’m going to blow your fucking
FUCKED up insane brains out, you FUCKING BITCH!”
“Can we skip the first two
and go right to the end?” Elektra mocked.
POP! She screamed.
“count them out for me
babe!”
”Fuck you!”
POP! Scream. POP! Scream.
“STOP!!!” Elektra
screamed, “FUCK YOU!”
Torrid pulled Elektra up off
her lap, by the hair, and slapped her so hard across the face, she dropped to
the floor. Torrid put the gun to Elektra’s lips, “Open wide baby, you’re
gonna give me a blow job!”
She forced the muzzle into
Elektra’s mouth. “Now you suck it nice for me, and I’ll kill you quick!
You fucking cunt! You killed everything I ever loved! What did you think? That
this would be easy? You stupid arrogant INSANE BITCH! You’re fucking going to
die!” She began to squeeze the trigger, when there came a pounding on the
front door. Torrid looked away only for a second, but that’s all Elektra
needed, She kicked Torrid in the groin and knocked the gun away from her. She
reached down into her steel boot and bulled out a razor. She began to slash at
Torrid, cutting her flesh again and again. Torrid was backing away trying to
block Elektra’s unrelenting slash assault, she backed into the corner and
tried to fend off her attacker. Elektra cut Torrid across the eyes and she fell
back into the corner covering her face. “FUCK!” Torrid screamed.
Elektra was off the deep end.
She was completely whacked. “I am going to make ribbons of you! Ribbons!
Ribbons! Ribbons!”
Inside the bathroom, Monica edged her way out of the bathtub. She had laid down
in the tub to make her call to 911, and stayed there. Shit, I’d be dead now
if I had really had to pee! She thought, as she tried the door. Fuck!
What’s going on out there? I gotta get out of here and get help! That
fucking bitch will Kill Torrid! She decided the window was her best bet. She
climbed out the window onto the ledge. There was an old Oak Tree just out of
reach, if she could make it, she could come up the back steps. She jumped and
missed, and fell headlong into the hedges with a thud. She was unconscious.
Upstairs, Torrid struggled for
her life.
Continued in Chapter Six
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