Strange Love

WARNING: CONTAINS GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF SEX AND ABUSE. DO NOT READ IF EASILY DISTURBED. 1

Holding my breath, lest I fog the mirror, I applied the final touches to my face. I blinked as I swept the mascara brush up, coating my already luscious eyelashes with liquid night. As I recapped the wand, I leant back from the mirror, scrupulously examining my reflection. 2

She stared back at me; my twin, the echo of myself trapped behind the glass. She smiled coyly, deep crimson lips below a delicate button nose. Framed in black, her emerald eyes sparkled. We both glanced down as parallel hands smoothed the tight black leather corset, fingers teasing the supple material as they slid down our lithe form. Leather ended as denim began, taut and clinging to sculptured hips and shapely thighs.3

Jewels glinted on fingers as I and my doppelganger twisted, revealing that hours of yoga and sweat in the gym had paid well; a firm arse that flared where it should before curving in at the waist. The crop jeans idolized my shape, perfection my offering on the altar of desire tonight.4

I turned to face the mirror once more and tousled my fine ebony hair. It sat in layered bangs about my shoulders, framing my elongated neck and high cheekbones, stray wisps feathered across pronounced collarbone and flawless décolletage. My twin smirked; she and I both knew the effect these looks had on men, but tonight my desire demanded to be sated with something more delicate.5

I winked, and turned away; she departed also, melting away into her world to wait until I called her back. 6

I paused in front of the closet and bent to retrieve my favourite Gucci leather boots. Black, with four-inch heels, the boots oozed sophistication and style, and would be perfect for tonight’s fun and games. With well-practised ease, I slid my feet into them; with them on, my ensemble was complete.7

I sashayed from the room; all that remained now, a final check on my games room. I had decked out my basement with everything one needed for a good time: a full bar, snooker table, as well as an extensive collection of adult playthings. I made a circuit of the room, pausing in front ‘the wall’. My tastes included many things beyond the normal purview, and I liked to cater for all eventualities. Each article on ‘the wall’ held special memories, and with a tender touch to one, I shut my eyes and remembered the thrill and the excitement of that night.8

“Caroline?”9

My partner, Fletch, broke my reverie, and I swivelled to face him as he came down the stairs.10

“Are we sharing tonight, or are you going to torture me?” he asked as he approached, cheeks dimpling with mirth.11

I stalked toward him, boot heels clicking on the floor. “Have you been good?”12

He grabbed me about the waist, and pulled me to him. “No.”13

Resting my elbows on his chest, I stared up at him. “I have a taste for something different tonight, but I will share my spoils.”14

He laughed. “As long as I can have her before you spoil her too much.”15

I smirked as I detached myself from him. “Trust me Fletch you’ll have all that and more tonight.”16

I left him in the room staring at ‘the wall’, considering the possibilities I offered.17

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I wove through the seething throng of people, bodies gyrating and writhing to the bass notes of the dynamic beat currently plied from the speakers dotted throughout the room. Hips undulating, I drew stares of overt sexual hunger from male and female alike. As I squeezed through a large group of college-age men, one grabbed me from behind; grinding against me, he whispered alcohol-laden innuendo against my neck. I shrugged him off with a wink and a promise of returned attentions. I continued on my way, riding a wave of people to the bar.21

Leaning on the bar, cleavage positioned to best attract attention, I waited. Within seconds, a willing attendant appeared, eyes drawn to what I offered. I mouthed my request and he nodded, twirling away to draw the shot. Money pushed back at me with a grin, I left the bar to mingle. 22

A yell from the corner of the room caught my attention. A fellow clubber, Lana, waved me over to her, a blonde piece already clutching her arm, eyes blank and dazed. We mocked kissed, smooches blown in the air millimetres above our cheeks. 23

“Fuck, babe, you look smoking!” she remarked holding me at arms length.24

I smirked. “Who’s the piece?” I gestured with my head at the zoned-out girl.25

“Some college kid… wanted a good time. You know me, Carol, if they want to throw themselves at me feet, I ain’t gonna say no.”26

“Anything new tonight?”27

“Just the usual – kids from the campus, some out-of-towners, and the business types. Why? You on the prowl?”28

“Bit of fun for Fletch and I – but I don’t want fluff,” I said, sneering at Lana’s choice. Honestly, the woman had no taste – I wanted something more vivacious.29

“Well, fuck you too, sweetheart,” Lana replied, lips curling into a smile. She pointed at a brunette dancing provocatively on the edge of the dance floor. “She’s been breaking more hearts tonight than you normally do.”30

I observed the woman for a few minutes. Petite, she wore a clingy sequined top over a mini and sheer black stockings, and though she attracted men by the minute, she appeared disinterested. As I watched, I threw my gaze around the room for other contenders, but found that my eyes always came back to rest on her. Light rippled across pert breasts as she swayed to the beat of the music. She turned to face me, and I could see wisps of hair clinging to perspiration on her skin. I caught her eye and winked, then purposely allowed my gaze to linger on her hips and thighs before returning to her face.31

She acknowledged the appraisal and returned one of her own: her eyes began their journey on my face, dropping to linger keenly on the rise and fall of my chest, before trailing down my denim-clad legs. I could see her approval in the way her mouth opened slightly, with the faint moist tip of pink tongue resting against an incisor. 32

I drained the last of my drink, setting the glass down before striding out to her. With the thump of the dance floor threading through my veins, I swayed seductively as I drew closer, hands moving as an extension of the rhythm against my body.33

She drank in my movements for a moment and then joined me in an intimate dance, barely touching at first, but with each passing second, she and I wove our magic around the other. Soon, hands teased along fabric, and breath quickened as she tilted her head toward mine. 34

To a cacophony of jeers and wolf-whistles we kissed, a frank moment of shared desire, my hands tangled in her hair and hers against the lace of the corset. We pulled away, flushed with longing, and I slid my lips along her jaw to nuzzle her ear. “I can give you all that and more,” I murmured. 35

She responded, exhaling tremulously against my neck, her hot breath laving my cooling skin. 36

“And I know you want to fuck me,” I continued as I ran a finger down her back to rest on the curve of her arse. “I want to fuck you until you scream for me to stop.” To emphasize the last, I dropped my hand down to cup her arse and ran a firm finger into the crevice between her legs.37

She jolted and a small moan of pleasure escaped her lips. 38

I kissed her again, but with a fiery passion that declared I made promises I could keep. As I rolled her lip between my teeth and sucked, I entwined my hand with hers. “I live close by… let’s not wait any longer than we need to.”39

She barely needed further invitation to walk with me to the door. By the time we reached the car, she had pried the ribbon undone at the top of my corset, my breasts spilling from their containment. I paused to lean on the car, allowing her a moment to lave her tongue across one nipple. I tangled my fingers in her hair, massaging the nape of her neck, as her mouth moved against me.40

She broke away, flushed, hair hanging limp about her face. I pushed away from the car and unlocked it, holding the passenger door open for her. I smirked as she trailed a hand down my figure and ground her palm against the crotch of my jeans. I leaned into her and she rewarded me by massaging me with the tips of her fingers. I sighed with delight; at least she knew what to do. She eased into the seat with a coy smile of her own. “Just wait,” she purred as she sucked her bottom lip and released it.41

Even though many women had offered me that promise previously, raw desire instantly ignited in my chest, and then radiated through my belly to spread moist warmth between my legs.42

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We tore at each other’s clothes as we stumbled through the front hall, her fingers deftly removing the last vestiges of the corset. Her sequined top followed shortly afterward, falling to the floor in a sparkling heap. Her breasts were glorious – two firm peaks of flesh upon which rode perfect nipples encircled by dusky pink areolas. We danced around the kitchen erratically, alternating between pushing and pulling each other across walls and surfaces. Finally, she pinned me against the counter top, her breath coming in short gasps.46

With one hand, I pried my jeans button undone, gazing at her as I did so. I slid the zipper down, and sensuously stroked my fingers across the smooth bareness revealed. I got as far parting myself, before she snatched my hand away. “Let me,” she whispered huskily.47

She tugged the jeans down until they pooled at my feet, and then ran warm hands leisurely up my legs, pausing in random places to draw small circles with a fingertip, each tease extracting quivers of craving. Reaching my thighs, she inclined her head, her tongue now following the passage of her fingers. 48

I reclined on the countertop, leaning back on my elbows and watched as her head moved closer to what I needed. I trembled as she parted me with her fingers, and then her hot mouth caressed my core, her tongue probing my depths. I groaned with satisfaction as she took my engorged clitoris between her teeth and sucked.49

Her mouth moved incessantly, her tongue alternating between teasing me and tasting me. Soon, she used her fingers, moving them in me, curling them to stroke me. A shudder grew in my thighs as she manipulated both my core and my inner sanctum, building to a ripple of pure intensity that travelled to pool in my groin.50

She seemed to realise this and slowed, and my own hand crept forward to give me what she wouldn’t. She pinned the hand to my side and, after giving me a cheeky grin, brought me to the explosive finish: my hands fisted in her hair and my chest heaving as I dropped my head back.51

In the bliss that followed, she kissed my fevered skin, slowly working her mouth up: across my flat belly, pausing briefly to caress my breasts, before capturing my mouth with hers and kissing me deeply. 52

Shortly afterward, I eased from the counter, pulling my jeans up to re-fasten them. I reached to retrieve a small glassine bag from the top of the fridge, which I flipped and held up to the light. “Share one?”53

“An E?” she asked, taking the clear bag from me. She turned it over in her hands, examining the contents.54

“Yeah – but half each – enough for a bit of fun,” I replied as I took the bag back from her. I shook one tiny pill out, and sat it on my tongue. Biting down, I shaved a small amount off for myself, and left the majority for her; I would need my mental acuity more than she would. 55

I took her face into my hands and kissed her, thrusting my tongue and the pill it carried as far down her throat as I could. Her eyes narrowed when she realised what I had done. She raised a hand back to slap me, but I snagged it in the air. “No – I want you to have fun this time.”56

She snatched her hand back and glared. 57

I ignored it, having received many like it previously. Her stance, and the way she pouted, rather a turn on than a warning to stay away, so I snatched her by the hair and yanked her face toward mine again. 58

As I ensnared her lips again, she bit me, drawing blood. Instead of releasing her, I rammed her against the fridge, knee in her crotch to restrain her, and kissed her fiercely. Struggling, she flailed, nails raking across my throat. Although my skin smarted as pinpricks of blood welled to the surface, I chuckled against her mouth.59

“Feisty little bitch, aren’t you?” I snatched one of her hands as it clawed at one of my breasts. “You like playing rough… maybe you’ll enjoy my Games Room.” Without waiting for a response, I tugged her away and led her through the house. As we reached the top of the basement stairs, she hesitated. I shoved her hard enough to make her stumble down the first few steps.60

She glanced up at me, pupils already starting to dilate from the E. I grinned. “Trust me sweetheart, I promised I’d fuck you till you screamed… and I will… down here.” I nudged her again.61

The drug provided the compliance, and though she turned hesitantly, her feet carried her to the bottom of the stairs and into the room. I followed, pulling up short as she stalled in front of me. Across the room, Fletch smirked back at me. 62

She turned, tried to walk past me, but I grabbed her. “Where the hell do you think you’re going, bitch?”63

Dazed, she glanced at my partner and then at me. “I don’t…” she started in protest.64

“Don’t what? Don’t like men? Don’t do threesomes?” I gestured at ‘the Wall’, “Don’t engage in BDSM? What is it that you don’t do?”65

I observed her closely as her eyes explored the room, noting how they lingered on a few of my toys, and then alighted on Fletch again. “I’m not into men,” she muttered.66

“He will just be watching, won’t you, Fletch?” 67

My partner didn’t say anything; he knew that anything I said from now on in would be for show, to reassure the tasty little bitch that stood, tentative, between us. He nodded, and she relaxed somewhat.68

I swivelled her toward the snooker table. “A game first perhaps…?” She would be in no condition to play and win, so I smirked and offered, “Winner chooses the scenario to play out.”69

Finally, in the throes of the chemical, she serenely drifted to the table. She picked up a pool cue and rubbed the end of it against her, her heavily lidded eyes focused on my face. She snickered, “Going to give it to me, or will I have to do all the work?”70

Slightly surprised at her forwardness, I concluded that she must have decided to make the best of the situation in which she found herself. I licked my lips in anticipation. “Get on the table,” I commanded.71

She complied, crawling up onto the green felt. On her knees, she undid her mini and pushed it down and over her feet, and flicked it off onto the floor. Still holding my gaze, she lay back on the snooker table, clad only in crotch-less underwear and suspender stockings, knees bent and legs apart, core already glistening with moist invitation.72

I approached, and indicated that Fletch do the same. I retrieved the discarded pool cue, and leaned over her. I teased her with the tip and she jerked as she watched, her face already flushing. She thrust her hips up, but I moved the cue away, and she whimpered her longing. 73

“How much do you want it?” I murmured, playing it ever so slightly against her.74

She arched her back and squirmed on the green fabric. “Give it to me.”75

I did – hard. Ramming the pool cue into her, her eyes widened in shock, and a gasp of pain escaped her lips as I forced the stick beyond the confines of her vaginal cavity. When she reached forward with her hands to stop me, Fletch grabbed her, pushing her back to the table. Her legs quivering with pain rather than pleasure, I pulled the cue out only to thrust it again, this time eliciting a startled yelp.76

My breath coming in short gasps, I revelled in her discomfort; each twinge and writhe on her behalf building the ecstasy I felt. I leant forward and gently kissed a trembling knee, and then a twitching thigh. As I drove the blood-slicked cue into her once more, I bit her tender flesh.77

She screamed, and Fletch grunted with exertion as he struggled to hold her down. I sunk my teeth into her until she bleed, and then licked the warm liquid as it oozed from the wound. After tasting her, I grazed my teeth up her thigh, nipping her pale skin in places, smirking as she trembled beneath my mouth. Reaching the smooth wood of the cue, I twirled my tongue around the shaft as a pulled it from her, tasting the unique combination of her pleasure and pain.78

As she sobbed, I lifted my head and glanced at Fletch. “You want her now?”79

His reply was to pull her up by the shoulders and drag her from the table, where she then collapsed on the floor. I examined the pool table with a critical eye: spotless – as much as I loved to engage in my fetish I hated to get blood where it would be hard to clean. Fletch and I had only recently had the table re-covered after a minor incident of poor planning, and I really couldn’t be bothered having to go through the same process again so soon after the last.80

While Fletch enjoyed his share of the woman, I went through the ritual of preparing the Bed. An old metal hospital bed, we had purchased it at a government surplus auction nearly three years ago. After a few custom alterations, it fit our purpose well. As I stretched the rubber sheeting over the base and secured it, I reflected on every person in the past that had come to play.81

The Danish backpacker with the soft lips and angelic blue eyes had been memorable. He had made love to me with a vigour I had seldom experienced and found his knowledge of sexual satisfaction extensive. He too complied, trusting me to lead him around the room by a tether attached with nearly fifty fish hooks embedded in his face. 82

The shock etched into their faces, as I took that trust and ripped it from them, gratified me. The look the Dane had given me priceless as Fletch held him and I yanked the tether, tearing ribbons of flesh from his face. 83

The only real difference in the countless faces was the subtle variances in the tang of their agony. Not dissimilar to a fine wine, the blood, that seeped from their split skin and percolated with fear, terror, and pain, was unique in its bouquet. Beyond the pervading coppery taste, other notes manifested themselves. 84

The Bed prepared, I turned my attention to the toy I had selected to highlight this evening’s entertainment. I ran my hand down the sleek metal, caressing its cool surface, fingers whispering over the three scores in its otherwise flawless design. The careful scratches indicated that I had used this thrice before, and, after tonight, a fourth would join those already present.85

“A little help, please, Caroline.” Fletch’s voice rung out behind me, followed by shuffling sounds as he dragged the unconscious woman across the floor. 86

I sighed with annoyance and leaned the object against the frame of the bed, before turning to help my partner. Snagging her feet, we lifted her onto the bed, where we secured her wrists and ankles. I perused her body, noting Fletch’s personal touch: the bruising on her face, the handprint around her throat and her nipple-less breasts. 87

“I thought you might like those,” I commented as he came up behind me to pull me against him. “Nice knife work, too.”88

He chucked against my neck, the sound rumbling from his chest. “Persistence and diligence, isn’t that what you always say?”89

I smiled. Fletch hadn’t been much when I discovered him, but with some training and attention to his needs, he soon became the perfect partner. 90

Reaching around me, he picked up single-barrel shotgun I had left leaning against the bed. “I haven’t seen this for awhile,” he murmured, his breath steamy against my neck.91

“No,” I breathed in reply as I snagged his other hand and held it against my belly. Recognising what I wanted, his fingers moved against my skin, each concentric spiral moving lower than the last.92

I leaned over the woman, and as I ran my own hand up her leg, she awoke with a groan. Still not fully conscious, I pinched her leg where I had bit her, and her eyes snapped open and watered. 93

“Please…”94

“Begging is good, but I prefer screams more,” I remarked as I took the shotgun from Fletch and displayed it to the woman. “If you liked the pool cue, you’ll enjoy this.”95

Behind me, Fletch sniggered as his hand worked its way past the waistband of my jeans. 96

The woman’s eyes bulged as I manoeuvred the barrel to rest between legs. She flinched as I pushed the cold metal into her, though she easily took the first few inches. For each inch gained, Fletch’s fingers moved incessantly toward my throbbing clitoris. 97

Meeting some resistance, I forced the barrel to move, and the woman shrieked as it ruptured delicate internal structures. As new blood escaped from her and trickled down the metal, Fletch grasped my clit between two fingers and squeezed. Sensation rocking my body, I thrust the barrel into her further; a spasm wracked her body at the same time as I quivered with pleasure.98

I pushed until my hands slipped on the weapon; it would go no further. Alternating between sobbing and keening, the woman tried vainly to free herself. As Fletch stimulated me, his fingers moving against me with urgency, I leaned over the woman, torturing her with my teeth. I bit her belly, her thighs, even the raw patches where Fetch had excised flesh from her, her screams a melody of joy.99

Grinning, I found her clitoris, isolating it with my fingers, and lowered my head to capture it between my teeth. Grinding my jaw, I bit down on my prize, my teeth splitting flesh and exposing nerves. As my teeth came together, I jerked my head back.100

As I climaxed against Fletch, an orgasm gripping my body, the woman screeched. With blood smeared across my lips, I chewed a few times, savouring the delicate taste, before swallowing. Fletch turned my head to his, licking my lips before kissing me. 101

When he released my lips, my hand crawled up the barrel of the gun to the trigger. After one final, cruel thrust, I pulled the trigger.102

In the confined space, the birdshot tore through the woman’s abdomen and chest, bright gouts of blood splashing her face as the shot exited her body from numerous wounds. The woman’s face paled, and her mouth open and shut as her mind processed her impending death. 103

I yanked the barrel out of her, a rush of dark blood pouring out onto the rubber sheeting. She shook, convulsions gripping her body as she died, the metal restraints rattling as she took one, last gulping breath.104

Still holding the gun, I relaxed against Fletch. 105

“She was fun,” he breathed.106

I glanced at the trail of crimson that now oozed down the bed. “That she was.”107