Posted by Rache on August 02, 2001 at 03:31:20:
(f/f,hang,knife,cons,lesbian,sci-fi)
I don't really have a title for this...I guess this will work.
When Choices Meet
Fiction by Rachael
Leaving Dr. Harmon's office on the 4th floor of the University of Washington Medical Center always means a little elevator ride. Rache had done it 52 times a year for very nearly 3 years. But this time something different happened. The elevator was empty except for her, just Rachael and the lingering scent of someone's perfume. She barely touched the button for the first floor and was rewarded when the large square button lit up brightly. A moment later the elevator stopped, the lights went out briefly and a long arc of electricity flew from the light overhead to the elevator control panel. It was like a strobe, momentarily blinding Rache and she turned away, covering her eyes.
When she opened them again the lights were back on and the elevator started moving again. She could see a jagged brightness, the leftovers of the brilliant light imprinted on her optic nerves. Rache could smell the distinctive ozone of burnt air and she turned back around, rubbing her eyes. And then she saw that she wasn't alone.
It was like looking in a mirror. Almost. A version of herself stood opposite her. Rachael stared, looking at this other self from the ugly brown sandals on her feet, past the plain yellow sundress, up to the short black hair, parted in the middle. Rachael rubbed her eyes again and decided she needed to get back to Dr. Harmon's office. She reached for the "4" button the same time as Rache. Their fingers touched and both of them jerked back as if they'd just touched a lit match.
Rache watched the other woman for a moment and then closed her eyes, counting slowly to 3 before opening them. She was still there. It was her face, her body, but...Leather 4" heels? Black stockings, a black leather miniskirt and white almost see-through blouse? She obviously wasn't even wearing a bra and she could see the scarred left nipple, it was missing, a dark jagged patch of smooth skin, exactly like her own. And her face, she had crimson lipstick, dark eye shadow and long, beautiful long black hair. Rache felt faint, she leaned against the wall. They were almost at the bottom she thought, the little room felt tiny, compressing her, squeezing her; she needed air, she needed to get out and everything would be okay.
But Rachael jammed her fist on the big red stop button. An alarm sounded but neither girl noticed.
"Who the fuck are you?" Rachael asked. "Some kind of ghost? Some dream? Or some bitch who just looks like me?" Her voice was menacing, challenging. Rachael didn't like being confused; it was her natural reaction to attack what she didn't understand.
"What?...I don't....Who ARE you?" Rache was already backed into the corner. Her eyes were open wide, she didn't understand. She didn't understand where this other version of herself had come from, or if it was even real. It couldn't be real, could it? It was in her nature to run, to hide away from anything, which might hurt her. But she felt the hard cool walls around her, she couldn't escape. Panic began to seize her, she couldn't breathe. Her chest heaved but nothing came or went.
But both young women could sense something about the other, it was beyond understanding, but somehow they were the same person. The elevator door opened and Rache nearly ran out, squeezing through the still opening doors, bumping a man and calling a weak apology as she made her way to the large glass doors and into the warm summer air. She took a deep breath, slowing down and trying to convince herself it had been some kind of a dream. She looked behind her and despaired of all sanity when she saw Rachael catching up to her, her high heels making a rhythmic click-clack sound. Rache stopped and waited, not entirely understanding why.
"Don't tell me," Rachael said when she'd come up beside Rache. "Bus number 6?"
Rache nodded mutely and they walked side by side down the gently sloping hill to the bus stop. They sat in the small glass enclosure and Rachael dug into her purse for a cigarette. "Want one?" She shook the pack in Rache's direction but the other girl just shook her head.
"I don't smoke."
"You should, it's the socially accepted..."
"Form of suicide." Rache finished the sentence. "I know."
"Why are you here? I mean, it's obvious you're me...So where did you come from?"
"What do you mean? I live here, this is my world. There was a flash and a bright light and..."
"Suddenly you were in my elevator, yeah, I was there, remember?"
"What is going on? Am I...I mean are...Are we crazy?"
"You just left Harmon's office right? So what do you think?" Rachael took a long puff of her cigarette and threw it half-smoked into the street. She spread her legs and reached between them, moving her hips and adjusting her panties. Rache looked away, embarrassed.
Rachael grinned at her. "I love Mondays, don't you? But they always leave me so...Messy!"
Rache looked back at Rachael. "What? I don't...What do you mean?"
"I mean Harmon's got a great cock, don't you think?" Rachael smoothed her skirt again, crossing her legs and smiling at Rache's confusion. "Don't tell me you don't fuck him!"
"No...No! What a thing to say!"
"Really? He's been fucking me since I was 17." Rachael looked at Rache. "It's probably the clothes, you look like shit. And your hair! Jeez, you look like dyke bait!"
Rache unconsciously brushed an imaginary lock out of her eyes. "Well, at least I don't look like a slut." she whispered and then a stronger "I like my clothes and my hair and Dr. Harmon."
"Oh I know you do, I know all about you. He's just like Daddy isn't he?" Rachael grinned as Rache's mouth opened and closed silently. "Here comes Lenny."
Bus number 6B pulled up to the curb and the regular driver, a large black man named Lenny smiled at Rache as she climbed up the steps and flashed him her monthly pass, even though they both knew she really didn't have to. "Hi Lenny." She smiled and picked a seat near the front of the mostly empty bus.
"Hi Rache!" Lenny was always in a good mood, "Did you change your hair or something?" He looked back as Rachael climbed the short steps, his question immediately forgotten.
"Hi Lenny." Rachael flashed him her pass and moved down the center aisle towards the back of the bus.
"Uh...Hi...Rache?" Lenny turned around watching as the back of Rachael passed by the front of Rache. Lenny shook his head. "What the hell is going on here?" he said under his breath watching as the longhaired girl's ass pushed and pulled the tight leather mini hypnotically. She turned and sat down in the center of the long bench all the way at the back, spreading her legs slightly and smiling at Lenny until he turned around and slowly closed the doors.
It was a long bus ride, nearly 40 minutes as it made it's circuitous way around North Seattle. Monday afternoons were always slow and Rache spent her time looking out the window as she always did, largely ignoring everyone else. Occasionally she'd turn around and look at Rachael who was invariably staring back at her. But halfway home she turned around and did not see her for a moment, only some guy she didn't know sitting near the back with his face turned down. He was watching something intently, every now and then shifting suddenly as if...He suddenly tilted his head back, resting it on the back of his seat. The look of pleasure on his face told Rache where, or more exactly what, Rachael was.
Rachael pulled her mouth off her new friend's cock. He'd filled her mouth to overflowing with his semen and some had run down her lips and across her chin, dripping onto her black skirt. She saw Rache staring at her and she licked around her smeared red lips and cleaned her wet fingers one by one. Rache turned around, her face burning and red.
Rachael laughed and kissed the stranger on his cheek. "Got a pen?"
"Oh, yeah...Here."
Rachael took his pen and his hand in her left, turning it palm up. She wrote her phone number on it. "I'm Rachael, call me. I have to go sit by my sister, she gets lonely." Rachael tossed the pen on the seat and left the confused but happy young man as he stared at the numbers on his hand.
Rache looked away as Rachael sat down next to her. Their legs touched and Rache shivered and moved away, pressing herself against the window.
"Oh come on, Rache, don't tell me you never sucked a guy before!"
"Not a stranger and not on a bus!"
"Shhhhh....You'll embarrass me!" Rachael laughed and exaggerated a nervous look around.
"You don't know that guy, what if he's got a disease or something?"
"What? Like AIDS or something? So what? I don't care, bring it on!"
"Yeah sure. You liar."
"Oh fuck you! What's the difference Rache? Huh? You kill yourself with loneliness! Still waiting for Prince Charming? Remember Patrick?... Remember when he hit us with the fucking baseball bat Rache? How was that, huh? I remember it, I remember every fucking second of it." Rachael looked up for a second. "Eyes on the road Lenny!...It felt good though didn't it? We deserved it didn't we. Look at me Rache, we loved Patrick that night didn't we?"
Rache didn't say anything. She couldn't, Rachael already knew all the answers. She knew everything.
Rachael leaned close, putting her mouth next to Rache's ear. "But I stopped it after that."
"What? What do you mean?" Rache turned around so that there faces were almost touching. She could smell her, everything about her. It dilated her nostrils as she breathed it. The cigarettes, the stranger's sperm, even the anger was tangible. Rache held her breath, staring into deep brown eyes, mirrors of her own.
"I mean this. We're the same, but we're not are we? Look at us. Look at that guy back there. Ask Dr. Harmon the next time you see him if he thinks about fucking your ass. he does. I know it, but you don't. Why is that Rache? Who's your last boyfriend?"
"My last boyfriend...Uh, Greg....Why?"
"Because I don't know him, moron...Patrick was mine. How many between Patrick and Greg?"
"Two. Two guys. J.J. and Darrell."
"Nope, doesn't ring a bell. You know why?"
"I don't know...I don't understand."
"Because after Patrick beat us up I said never again. It was my turn, it was my baseball bat and my choice and instead of keeping the hurt inside I learned to share it."
"What? I don't...You don't make any sense. You're a liar."
"Am I? I've never lied to you. Everybody else does, but not me. When it hurts I tell you when it feels good I tell you. I'm the only one you can trust Rache."
Rachael reached out stroking Rache's head, combing her fingers through her short fine hair. She caressed Rache's face with the back of her hand. "This is our chance, isn't it? You know what I mean...Don't look away. Look at me, we're almost home. You know what we both want."
Rache let Rachael turn her face so they were staring into each other's eyes again. Rachael leaned forward and kissed herself, a gentle touch of her lips to Rache's. "Say it."
"Yes." It was a whisper and Rache wondered where it had come from. She knew what Rachael meant, it was a sudden clarity, which frightened more than anything she'd ever felt before in her life. She closed her eyes as she felt Rachael's soft lips once again on her own, parting slightly and a touch of tongues.
The bus came to a stop 2 blocks from their house. Lenny watched the two girls exit down the few large steps. "Bye Lenny." They both said at the same time, with the same voice. Lenny just watched, staring until the doors closed and they were gone.
----------------------------------------------------
The house was empty, silent when Rachael opened the door and threw her purse on the small table near the door. She took Rache's hand and led her toward the stairs.
"Wait....Wait...Where are we going?"
"Daddy's room."
"But don't you...I mean we can relax a little, talk or...something?" Rache was reluctantly letting herself be pulled up the stairs.
"No Rache. We talk everyday, endlessly, tirelessly...We don't have to do that now."
"But...I'm...I'm scared"
"I know! Isn't it wonderful? Come on....Yesterday we were weak. But not now...We're here now. Both of us."
They took the steps slowly, one at a time. "I remember you. When I was...Thirteen. I remember you..."
Rachael looked back smiling. "I cut our wrists." Another step, another moment of the past. "But you stopped me, do you remember that Rache?"
"Yes. I called Daddy"
"Yes. Always Daddy...Do you think you can stop me now Rache? Do you think Daddy will come this time?"
"I don't..."
"No. Daddy isn't coming Rache, it's only us. And we both want it, I'm strong enough now, I can prove it to you. I can prove it to us."
They walked past their bedroom and Rachael didn't say a word, just a quick look. Rache stopped and stared. "That's not...That's not my room!"
Rachael laughed. "Well, I guess we know whose reality were in now, don't we? Come on slowpoke...Remember when I put that sign on Daddy's door?"
"Yes. Room 101"
"Yes. The worst thing in the world Rache. You called yourself Julia for a week, I hate that name. A victim's name. Say it Rache, say those words you used to say...When you wanted Daddy to spank us."
"We are the dead."
"Oh yes Rache, we are the dead." Rachael laughed again. Rache never sounded like that when she laughed, it was a sound she tried to imitate but could never get quite right. "God! Daddy hated it when you said that. If only he knew. He makes a good Winston Smith, don't you think?"
"What?"
"Please Rache, he's dead too don't you know that?"
Rache followed Rachael into her father's bedroom. Her eyes instinctively went to the closet door. It was closed but she knew what was inside. Rachael followed Rache's gaze. "Open it Rache...Get Daddy's belt."
Rachael let go of the other girl's hand and watched as she slowly pulled the closet door open. Yes, there in the darkness, hanging on the row of hooks behind the door. A selection of ties and then her father's belts. She picked one, a long very soft leather belt. Faded and slightly discolored in certain places. She held it in her trembling hands as she had so many times before. Only this time it wasn't Daddy who would use it on her, it was she, herself. Another version of her, somehow changed by a different choice. But still a part of her that she knew and understood.
Rache brought the belt to Rachael who was sitting on the edge of the bed. She patted her thighs, "Right here Rache, you know what to do."
The belt felt good in Rachael's hands, doubled it over, bringing the metal-capped end around to meet the hard silver buckle. She put her hand on Rache's back, not pushing her, just feeling the girl's heat as she bent over Rachael's legs. She reached out to put her palms on the floor, sliding forward so her butt was in the proper place. She felt the blood rushing to her head and she took slow deep breaths, she'd been doing this as long as she could remember. Rache felt Rachael's fingers lifting her dress, exposing her white cotton panties. The fingers were in the waistband, pulling them down. The cool air felt nice on her flushed skin, she was trembling. Just as she always did, shivering with anticipation.
"Are you getting wet Rache?" Rachael slide a finger between Rache's thighs, finding her hot sex and massaging it lightly. "Oh yes! We always get wet for Daddy don't we Rache?"
Rachael put her left hand on Rache's right hip, digging her fingernails into the soft flesh, holding her tightly as she brought the belt down sharply. *SMACK* It left an inch-wide stripe of redness across Rache's pale skin. *SMACK* Again and again Rachael brought the belt down, as hard as she could. *SMACK* She covered the other girl's buttocks with angry streaks of red, criss-crossing, over and over.
Rache was biting her lip, sucking at it as the pain flooded her body. And just underneath it was pleasure, trying to hide beneath the endless whipping but Rache could feel it. The wetness was growing, her sex contracting upon itself over and over with each cruel slap of leather. And it was so good! Her father had beaten her often and sometimes as hard as this, but not for this long. Over and over Rachael brought the belt, each stroke accompanied by a soft grunt from the effort, which was soon joined by Rache's high pitched yelps, and then moans as her body surrendered.
"Yesss....It's nice isn't it Rache?" *SMACK* "I didn't know it was this beautiful, no wonder Daddy loves us so much!" *SMACK* "I love us too Rache." *SMACK* "Tell me you love me Rache." *SMACK* "Tell me!" *SMACK* "Tell me!"
Rachael was breathing hard, her face flushed and sweating. She was wet as well, her body telling her it was ready. That it needed more. She listened as Rache moaned beneath her, crying out as the belt stroked the welts that had already risen. Bruises had formed and blood was plainly visible, leaking from swollen skin, burst by the merciless crack of the belt. Finally Rachael stopped. She tossed the belt aside and immediately began rubbing the bruised and bleeding girl. Her flesh felt like a furnace, she dug her nails into the tenderness, gouging her and she was rewarded by a loud sobbing. Rachael shoved her hand between Rache's thighs, pushing 3 fingers deep into Rache's wetness. She fucked her fingers in and out and felt Rache responding, pushing back, and rolling her hips as her orgasm shredded her sanity.
"You always wanted that didn't we." Rachael was feeling the soft wet walls of Rache squeezing her fingers. She turned her hand, she knew exactly what they both liked the most. The girl was crying softly, her short black hair hanging around her face. "Daddy likes it too Rache, believe me...I found out what Daddy likes."
Rache made a low moaning sound, a sad song of denial.
"Oh? You don't believe me? he likes me Rache, he doesn't want a good girl..." Rachael stabbed her fingers deep, ramming them in and out. "He wants a bad girl, someone who doesn't whine and cry about how fucked up she is...How fucked up you are."
Rachael let her fingers slid out of Rache's pussy as she reached down to grab the girl by her hair. She yanked Rache's head back painfully forcing her to slide off Rachael's thighs and kneel on the floor. It felt as if Rache's hair was being pulled out from the roots. She arched her back as Rachael turned her head to face her.
"Was it good for you too?"
"Ohhh...Please...I'm not sure I want to..."
"Yes you are Rache, you're sure...Why don't you kiss us, lick yourself like you always wanted to."
Rachael spread her legs and lifted her body slightly as Rache reached under the other woman's skirt. She unhooked the garters holding the black nylons in place and rolled them slowly down Rachael's pale legs, one at a time. Rache removed Rachael's shoes and pulled the silk off her feet.
"Kiss my foot Rache."
Rachael watched as Rache picked up Rachael's foot, exactly the same as her own. She kissed the top and Rachael pushed her toes between Rache's lips. "Suck my foot Rache, make love to my foot with your mouth."
"Mmmm...Yes...Just like when we were 15...Remember? We could bend our body down, lift our leg and suck our own toes. We thought it was so perverted, remember that?"
Rache looked up at Rachael's smiling face, her lips spread wide around the warm foot, all 5 toes caught in her mouth as she wriggled her tongue over and around and between. She reached between her thighs and rubbed small circles around her clit. She did remember, she remembered how nice it was to cum as she worked her own foot between her lips. She used to bite, as if trying to eat herself, breaking the skin sometimes, filling her mouth with hot blood. Rache pressed her teeth against the soft flesh and felt a tremor in Rachael's leg.
"Hssss..." A sharp intake of air and Rachael moved her hands to her breasts, barely covered by the sheer white blouse. "Yesss....Do it Rache, bite me....Taste me like we always wanted to..."
Rache's teeth sank deep into Rachael's foot, just above the toes, piercing the skin. She could feel the suddenly salty rich flow of blood in her mouth and she sucked on it, grinding her teeth into the soft flesh. Rachael's hands pulled her breasts, twisting them as her body shook. She had to have more, she had to have it now. She yanked her blood and saliva covered foot out of Rache's mouth and grabbed her head again, pulling her face between her legs, pressing the girl's panting mouth to her sex.
The pungent smell of Rachael's recently used cunt filled Rache's nostrils. She breathed it, smelling the truth. Dr. Harmon really had taken her. She pulled Rachael's thong to the side, exposing the girl's clean-shaven sex. It was wet and glistening and Rache had often dreamed of tasting herself, of making love to herself. Rache pushed Rachael's thighs apart, sucking the hard little clitoris between her lips. She'd examined herself so many times before, testing herself, finding out what she liked and disliked. She knew that after a few moments the hard little piece of flesh would become so sensitive she'd have to avoid it, it would become unbearable to touch. A hundred thousand nerves dancing on pins and needles. She sucked it gently, working her tongue underneath it, flicking across it until she felt Rachael's fingers finding her hair, grabbing handfuls and pulling her face away. She'd had enough, her body was twisting, pushing with her feet to move Rache's mouth lower, against her wet canal.
She didn't hesitate, Rache pressed her hungry mouth to the slit identical to her own, she parted the same scarred labia with her tongue, pushing inside. Rachael lay back on the bed, unable to concentrate on anything else but the dream finally being reality. Rache worked her tongue inside and out, sucking the blood-engorged labia into her mouth, teasing them with her teeth, nibbling softly. Rachael moaned as she felt her orgasm coming, it was fast, too fast. She wanted to keep this feeling forever, her own mouth was moving, her tongue tracing the same invisible path as Rache's.
Rachael's body moved by itself, thrusting her hips and sex against Rache's hungry mouth as the flood of juices was suddenly released. She gripped Rache's head in her hands, holding her lips and tongue tightly to her sex, moaning loudly as the moment receded slowly away. It left both of the girls breathless and Rachael pulled her upward, along her body until their lips met. Rache's tongue pushed inside Rachael's mouth so they could share the sweetness of her taste.
Rache looked down at her own face, identical in every detail beneath the makeup. "Have you ever...I mean.."
The other girl smiled. "Have I ever done it with another girl before?"
"Yes."
"No, never...I never wanted to."
Rache laid her head in the soft shallow valley between Rachael's breasts. "Me neither, only myself...I always wanted to...remember that story, that Dolcett story?"
"Yes." Rachael remembered everything. How many times had she masturbated at the thought of being decapitated, of her executioner bringing her still conscious mouth to her dying sex, so she could finally taste her own pleasure.
"Go get the ties, Rache."
Rache kissed Rachael again and got up, off the bed opening the closet door and getting a handful of her father's neckties. Both of them knew what was coming, both of them had played this dream before a thousand times.
"I wish I had a penis." Rachael said.
"I know." It wouldn't quite be the way they really wanted it in some ways, but it would be better in others.
Rachael tied Rache's hands first, behind her back and then again at her elbows. She pulled them together high and hard so that Rache cried out with the sudden pain. But it passed into an aching strain. Her shoulders were pulled back so that she had to arch her back and her small firm breasts jutted out, as did her smooth rounded ass.
Rachael stood back and admired her knots; they would hold she was sure. Both women were feeling the excitement, the heat inside never fading always urging them on.
"Now, what can we use?" Rachael looked around the room, the ceiling. It didn't look like there was going to be any easy way to hang Rache. "Maybe we should go to the basement?"
"No." Rache said, looking around as well. "This is where we have to do it."
"How about using the closet door?"
"Tie it to the doorknob on the other side?"
"Yeah, would that work?"
"I think so, have to use some more ties. Will they hold me?"
"They'll hold you enough."
"Yeah, there's room on each side too."
"Yeah." Rachael started tying her father's ties together, testing each knot by pulling on it until she was sure it would hold Rache's 100lbs. "Do you want to hear some music?"
"Deftones? I was just thinking that!"
"Yeah, I'll get my CD Player in a minute. But first..." Rachael made a slipknot and fitted the noose over Rache's head. She pulled it tight with her right hand while she held the back of Rache's head with her left. Rache made a slight gagging sound as she felt it close around her neck, threatening to cut off her air and the blood flow to her brain. But it felt good; it was perfect leaving just enough room to keep her conscious. Rache squeezed her thighs together, feeling the wetness still present.
Rachael led her captive self to the closet door, opening it just enough so that she would be able to reach the doorknob on the inside. Rache stood against it, on her tiptoes making herself as tall as possible. Rachael pushed the length of ties over the top of the door; it wasn't very high, a little over 6 feet, but plenty high enough for their purpose. She pulled the end down, trying to lift Rache of her feet but it was too awkward and the girl too heavy, even thin as she was. Rachael went to her father's nightstand and got a couple of the books he had stacked on top.
"Hmmm....The Search For Alexander...Good book."
Rache tried to answer, but her voice was weak from the noose tight around her neck. She only nodded and lifted first one foot and then the other so that she was a couple inches taller. Rachael pulled the makeshift rope tight and wound it around the doorknob, tying it off so that it would not come undone by accident.
Rache lifted her feet again as Rachael took the books out from under her. For brief second she hung suspended and the soft noose bit into her tender neck, she felt a moment of panic that fueled her excitement until the ties stretched and slipped a little, the knots tightening and giving her just enough so that her toes touched the carpet. She pushed, stretching her body, willing herself to be taller while Rachael pried her finger under the noose and worked a little room for Rache to breathe.
"There...Is that okay Rache?"
Rache couldn't speak and dared not try to nod, her face was turned upward, the back of her head against the hard wood, as were her arms and butt and heels, Rachael kissed her cheek. "Don't move sweetie, I'll be right back."
Rache stayed that way, feeling the ache in her arms starting to become a very uncomfortable cramp. The knots had turned her hands numb and she could feel the tiny pins and needles as she moved them slightly, wriggling her fingers. Her breathing was slow and shallow, but her heart raced inside her chest. After a few minutes she began to think she would have to change her position, her calves were tight and the feeling in her feet was becoming painful as she stood on her toes. She eased herself down and felt the slipknot getting fractionally tighter around her neck and she quickly pushed herself back up, but the noose did not slacken again, she could feel the blood pounding in her head as it's flow was restricted further. Rache started to wonder if Rachael was coming back, maybe she had been dreaming everything after all, maybe the girl wasn't real. Maybe, somehow. Rache had managed to do this to herself. Fear was taking her and she forced herself to think clearly, no it wasn't possible. Someone was here, Rachael was here, and she would come back.
Rachael limped through the house finding what she needed. Her foot had stopped bleeding long since, but the bite wound had begun to throb as she moved on it. But Rachael didn't mind, it felt good. Pain was welcome it reminded her of so many things, love was pain. Rache had just proven it to her again, the way her father had so many times. The way her boyfriends had. And the way she was going to prove it to Rache. Both of them knew everything about the other, they had to, they were the same person after all. Not like split, the way it might seem. Rache was there still, inside Rachael, a part of her. Just as she, Rachael was a part of Rache. No, they were not two sides of one person somehow split apart, they were the same person, and only different choices had made them seem different in some ways.
Rachael returned and saw that Rachael had started turning red, the noose tightened and she was unable to stand so high on her toes now. But she was still alive, still conscious. Relief flooded her eyes when she saw Rachael return. Not relief that she might somehow be saved, neither of them wanted that. It was relief that she would not be alone, that Rachael was there with her. Rachael dumped her things on the bed and then loosened the noose slightly, with difficulty, but enough that Rache could relax a little. Her face began returning a little more normal and she breathed deeply, with a soft rasping sound.
"Digital Bath?....Or Change, first?...." Rachael looked to Rache as she plugged in the portable CD player. "Yeah, Digital Bath first. Change will come later."
Rachael walked over to Rache and kissed her flushed cheek. She pushed a hand between the hanging girl's thighs and felt the wetness. "It's nice isn't it? I wish it were me, but you wouldn't do it would you, Rache? Not because you don't want to, you do, but because it isn't the same feeling, is it?"
Rache watched as Rachael walked over to the bed. "I brought something for us, a few things actually, that I know you'll like." She held up a long, straight butcher's knife. "Nice huh?" Rachael set it down and held up a pincushion with a few dozen large, long pins stuck in it. "Of course, couldn't forget these!"
The haunting strains of 'Digital Bath' by the Deftones filled the room. It was loud; the way both of them liked it. No reason to talk anymore, it probably hadn't ever been really necessary; they knew what they were both thinking. Rachael started by pushing needles slowly, one at a time deeply into Rache's breasts as she hung there, standing tip-toe against the door. Not the usual piercing, not through a little pinch of skin near her hard sensitive nipples, no Rachael pressed them straight into Rache's breast. Sinking 2 inches of thin steel deep into the firm fatty tissue. Rache screamed, shaking her head as her body seemed to contract on itself. But no one would hear and no one would stop them.
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Break: I'm singing along with "Digital Bath" by Deftones
You move like I want to/To see like your eyes do/We are downstairs where/No one can see/New life breakaway/
Tonight I feel like more/Tonight I/You make the water warm/You taste foreign/And I know you can see/The cord breakaway/Cause tonight I feel like more/Tonight I feel/Feel like more/You breathed/Then you stopped/I breathed then dried you off/And tonight/I feel like more/Tonight
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Blood streamed in thin red lines from Rache's breasts, it stained her pale skin and Rachael licked her lips. She rubbed her sex, pressing her fingers in a small circle around her hardening clit. Rache's face was red, tears glistened on her cheeks and she stared at the two-dozen short points of metal sticking out of her. Every time she breathed she could feel them, piercing her body. Her body ached from the strain of standing and she'd found a way to grasp the doorknob in her hands, to steady herself if only a little.
Rachael moved her mouth to Rache's breasts, kissing them and licking at the blood. She dragged the flatness of her tongue across the jagged little needles sticking out and rubbed her pussy harder. Rachael used her thumb to press them in again, all the way this time. Her pressure left small indentations, which disappeared, swallowing the needles one at time. The agony was wonderful, Rache moaned, thrashing weakly as the slivers of pain went deeper into her, grazing the tissue beneath her wounded breasts.
The music had changed and with it Rachael dropped to her knees, lifting Rache's legs so she could wrap them around Rachael's shoulders, Her sex was blossoming with urgency, glistening and Rachael pressed her mouth to the sex she'd known her whole life. It was a dream come true, bound and helpless, writhing in the delightful agony of pleasure and then being able to taste herself. Rachael pushed her tongue deeply into Rache and was rewarded with a flood of tangy fluid, a shuddering climax punctuated by moans and sharp yelps of pain as the needles worked themselves deeper. Rachael was coming as well, her fingers dipping deeply in the soft firm walls of her sex, working to find the place, the release.
As Rache's climax receded Rachael's was just beginning and it was all she could do to press her mouth against Rache and hold her with arms wrapped around the hanging girl's thighs. She was pulling down, unconsciously and Rache felt the noose growing tighter, cutting off her air, making her body heave with the need to breathe. The needles dug deeper and she tried to scream, to beg for air but no sound would come. Her tongue felt thick and dry and in the way. Rache's mouth was open, tilted up and her eyes began to bulge. She instinctively began closing her legs, scissoring them around Rachael, ever tighter as she spasmed.
Rachael finally realized what was happening, her heart was pounding, the ecstasy refusing to leave her. She freed herself from Rache's legs, finding a way to hold the girl enough so that she could loosen the noose, pulling it just enough that Rache could gasp a lungful of air and spit it out with a wheezing cough. Both girls felt exhausted, Rache the worst of it. As she breathed soft shallow breaths into her tortured lungs she felt the sharp needles buried in her breasts, piercing her at both ends now, hidden in her body.
Rachael made sure Rache could stand back up on her toes before letting go of her. She kissed Rache deeply, pressing her wet warm tongue into Rache's dry mouth. Rachael brought her hand to Rache's left breast as they kissed and squeezed it, pressing it with her palm until she could feel the needles inside. Rache moaned and then screamed into her twin lover and Rachael drank it into her body. She pulled away and smiled. Rachael went to the bed and picked up the knife. "It's time now, Rache."
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Break: Singing along to "Change (In the house of flies) by Deftones
I watched you change/Into a fly/I looked away you were on fire/And I watched a change in you/It's like you never had/Wings now you feel alive/I've watched you change/I took you home/Set you on the glass/I pulled off your wings/Then I laughed/And I watched a change in you/Now you feel alive/Now you feel so alive/I've watched you change/Like you never had wings/I look at the cross/Then I look away/Give you the lungs to blow/Me away
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"I'm going to fuck you Rache." Rachael held the knife between her legs, the silver blade pointing straight out from her. "I'm going to take our virginity."
Rache watched and felt her heart racing, so many thoughts competing for her attention. But the only one she could hear was the need, the wonderful desperate need to feel it. To be impaled finally, awfully in a moment of passion. She moaned, staring at the glinting stainless steel. She licked her dry cracked lips and her body arched even further, unknowingly, bending to the blade.
Rachael knew the place, the wonderful perfect place she'd picked so long before. She pressed her fingers against Rache's pelvis, just above her pelvic bone. She could feel the hard ridge inside, under the layers of skin and fat and muscle. The guardian of Rache's womb. Of their womb, she had practiced this cut, this urgent thrust a thousand times. She pressed the point of the blade between her fingers and pulled her hand away. The music had stopped and the only sound came from their own breathless anticipation.
"Are you ready Rache?" Rachael stared into eyes equally brown, equally wide. She saw herself reflected there and she didn't wait for an answer. "I love you."
She shoved the blade in and slightly up, a quick smooth motion and as she did so she twisted, forcing the point down again, seeking Rache's womb. She had no way of knowing if she'd found, she didn't even know if it was possible. But they both believed it. Rache gasped and then sucked in a great lungful of air, holding it as her body went stiff. Te pain roared through her, spreading like an arc of lightning through all of her nerves. It paralyzed her mind, drove her to the edge of sanity and then over.
Rachael felt the sudden wash of blood as it poured out of Rache's lower tummy and onto Rachael's hands and body. She pressed her mouth to Rache as she held the knife, slippery with blood. Rachael worked it back and forth, twisting it as she forced her tongue into the dying girl's mouth. She jerked her hand, stabbing with the knife. She wanted to find that thing, that elusive part of them they'd spent their whole lives looking for. Rachael sucked on Rache, pulling the air out of the other girl's lungs and into her own. She pressed her body against her, her hard nipples against Rache's. The needles forgotten. Everything lost except the knife, seeking Rache's soul.
After a few moments Rachael backed away. Her body was covered with blood. She pulled the knife out of the horrendous wound and half of Rache's lower intestine fell out with it, a long uneven rope of flesh, sliding slowly to the floor. Rachael stood there and watched, pressing the tip of the knife unconsciously to her own abdomen. Rache had collapsed, the noose around her neck was tight but it didn't matter. She was dead, her soft brown eyes gone somehow pale. Rachael kissed her again and closed Rache's eyes with her fingers, leaving red streaks across her eyes and down her tear stained cheeks.
Downstairs the door opened and I stepped inside the house. It felt different somehow and I called out to see if Daddy was somehow home. I'd missed my Doctor's appointment, the first time I could ever remember and I was feeling bad about it. It was one of those days that just feel strange. I was glad to be home.
Rachael, upstairs, leaned close to Rache. "That wasn't my bedroom either," she whispered.
The end
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About this: I started it and then I stopped and then I wrote a little...And then I stopped. Today, tonight, I decided I just wanted to finish it. And forget about it! Yes! 8000 words...ouch. Listen to the Deftones!!!