Posted by Tala on March 02, 2007 at 22:42:35:
To give a little background about this, this is actually a rewrite of a story I already have in the archive. Actually, I'm in the process of shredding everything that I have in the archive. What led to this mass suicide so to speak, was a conversation that I'd had with Rip one night. He's always been one of my favorite writers (ok so I'm biased) and I do honestly value his opinion. I suppose some of it had sprouted out of sheer jealousy. There's certain ones that he goes on and on about, and yet every time he'd read something of mine, I felt like all I heard was negative and basically it was shit. So I did some digging, trying to figure out what it was that I was lacking. In other words, actual research. Then I went back and reread some of the stuff I'd done. He was right, it is shit, and if I actually want to get anywhere with this writing thing I have to A: be able to take some creative criticism, B: practice, practice, practice, and C: not get so damned discouraged. I started to get the attitude of fuck it and scraping it all together. It's not that I think that I'm extremely terrible, but hey as they say, sometimes you just got to leave it to the pros. So, after a lot of thinking, swallowing my ego, and more or less ripping apart what I had worked so hard on in the first place, I think I've come up with a damned good replacement. So here goes nothin'...
So what do ya wanna talk about this week? Oh. Him huh? Why him again? Ok, I’ll admit, I still can’t quit thinkin’ about him, but that’s beside the point. You want to hear about that night. I’ve told you that one before haven’t I? Or have I? I don’t remember. I don’t remember much these days. My mind gets so fuzzy sometimes. He lives in there you know, in my head. You sure I didn’t tell you about all of that? Maybe it would explain a lot. Uh yeah, like why I’m so fucked up.
I can remember every last little detail. How he smelled, how he looked, how I felt, it never seemed to go away. I never wanted it to, but I’m getting ahead of myself aren’t I? Can’t start a story from the middle; have to start from the beginning, but then again, maybe I’m just stalling.
I was sitting on the edge of my bed, brushing out my still soaking wet hair, letting the ends tickle the tips of my hard nipples. Between the chill of the room and the nasty thoughts I was having about him, goose bumps raised up on my naked skin. I kept thinking about when he called me that morning.
“You comin’ over tonight?” He could be so demanding sometimes, but I liked it.
“Now why would I wanna do that for?” I don’t know why I even bothered to ask; I already knew the answer. I’d go over to his place, we’d watch a couple of movies, drink a few, maybe even get high then we’d fuck. That’s usually the way it went. Not that I’m complaining mind you, it was just starting to get a little predictable. However, it was the fucking part that I always liked the best. It was so intense, electric even. He didn’t have to touch me, just talk to me, whisper the things he wanted to do to me and I’d cum. Ever have someone do that to you? I doubt it, but you should try it sometime. Y’know, I’d always been the kind of girl that could go from one extreme to the other, and amazingly, he could actually keep up. One time he could be so gentle and loving, barely even touching me, brushing my skin with only his fingertips. Other times, he’d hold me so fucking tight I could damn near feel him crawling under my skin, fucking me like there was no tomorrow. God he felt good in me. Maybe that’s why I’d gotten hooked in the first place.
I laid back on my bed, fantasizing about what he’d do to me; giving in to the tingling between my legs. My freshly painted red fingernails grazed the insides of my thighs, working their way down to my swollen wet lips. I slipped a couple of fingers in, pushing them as far as I could go, picturing him in my head. I pulled them out and rubbed on my clit, pressing on it hard. Harder and faster I stroked it, coming so hard that I was out of breath and my legs were shaking. I closed my eyes and put my fingers in my mouth, sucking my own juices off of them. Mmm, kinda like this. Does that turn you on sweetie? Hahaha. I’m telling you, I couldn’t wait to see him. The phone ringing startled me out of my jumbled haze. “H-hello?” I was trying to get my racing heart back to normal.
“Hey, how long ‘til you get here?” Speaking of the devil, right? He sounded kinda strange though, but then again, he was strange.
“Umm, I don’t know, ‘bout twenty five minutes or so. Why?”
“I need you to leave your car someplace else. Why don’t you park it over at that one strip mall on Columbus, and I’ll just meet you there.”
“Uh, sure ok. What’s the big deal? I’ve parked at your place before.”
“The ex-cunt keeps driving around out here. I don’t want her showing up, that’s all.” At the time, I couldn’t figure out why he was lying to me. His ex was a bitch, but we hadn’t seen her ugly ass around for months.
“Ok, I’ll meet you there in about half an hour. Is that cool?”
“Fine. Don’t be late.” He hung up without even saying I love you, and that bothered me. Oh well, y’know how those brooding artist types are. Fuck ‘em anyways.
I kept obsessing about how weird he sounded while I was driving there. Maybe he’d just had somethin’ on his mind. I was hoping nothing was wrong. I pulled into the abandoned parking lot of the strip mall with only the funny orange glow of the city lights bouncing off of everything. I’d always hated the way I couldn’t see the stars at night in the city, but the moon’s pale face peeking around the trees was kinda pretty. I turned the engine off, leaving the radio running while I waited. As usual he was late. I remember it being so warm that night, but at least it wasn’t muggy. I took a drag off of my cigarette as I settled back and closed my eyes. I drifted off into daydreams, thinking about all the years before. We’d known each other forever; of course, you already knew that. We were best friends up until a few months ago. I knew I’d loved him since the first day I’d met him. I think he was into me too then, but he’d never admit to that. I loved everything about him; his smile, the way he kind of smirked when he laughed, that look he gave me when I said somethin’ stupid, and his eyes. Oh, those eyes. That was the very first thing that I’d noticed about him. Blue like a clear summer sky, but sometimes they don’t just look at you, they stared straight into you. Almost like that nurse down the hall, oh what’s her name does. What was that? Yeah her. I suck at names. Anyway, his car rolled up next to mine facing the opposite direction. Even though I’d known him forever, he could still make me feel so nervous that I had butterflies ripping through my stomach. He grinned at me like a dirty little boy up to no good.
“Hey,” I said trying to play it cool.
“Lock up and get in,” he sounded distracted and quite frankly pissed.
I hopped into the passenger seat next to him, waiting to see if it was me that he was pissed at. His hand reached over and found the inside of my thigh with his pinky finger stroking my left lip through the crotch of my jeans. His hand casually went to the side of my face as he leaned in towards me, all the while staring into me. His lips touched mine and it was soft at first. The tip of his tongue touched my bottom lip and I opened my mouth to meet his. He pressed hard into me, his tongue felt like an electric eel while it probed and meshed with my own. He bit down on my lip and then tenderly kissed it again. It felt like heaven and the sheer taste of him drove me crazy.
“Ya ready to go?”
“Yeah,” I said, licking my lips getting every last drop,” What’s the plan?”
“Oh, somethin’ different, somethin’ special,” the corners of his lips just barely pulling upwards.
The anticipation was killing me. My heart was beating so fast. It wasn’t unusual for him to surprise me with things. One time he had candles lit on any surface that would stand still long enough and made love to me all night long. A guy had never treated me like that before, like I was actually human and not some piece of meat. Most guys just wanted to fuck and then only wanted to be friends, or wouldn’t ever bother calling me back. I suppose I was considered a whore. I didn’t care. He loved me in spite of it, hell I think it almost turned him on. He knew he could do anything he wanted to with me and it wouldn’t scare me off. To be brutally honest, we were into some fucked up shit.
His house was just outside of town in a little suburbanite version of the country. The place used to be his folk’s at one point and they left it to him after they’d died. It was so different out there than it was in town, no noise, no light to block out the sky, just quiet dark. The wind had started to pick up as we pulled onto the gravel driveway. After he got out of the car, I watched the muscles move under his shirt as he stretched out his tall thin body. He pulled my door open and helped me out, grabbing my hand to walk me up to the door. As he fished for his house keys in his pockets, I couldn’t help but notice he was sweating.
“You ok baby?”
“Yeah I’m fine, why?” I didn’t know what the hell his problem was, he kept running hot and cold on me and it was getting confusing.
“Come on,” he said as he pushed me through the door, and locked it behind himself. He grabbed a hold of my hair and yanked my head back. He pressed his lips against mine so hard that he made my lip bleed. I jerked away from him and wiped the blood on the back of my hand.
“What the fuck is your problem!” I yelled at him. He could get rough sometimes but this was different.
“I can’t help it,” he pressed his crotch against my hip and I could feel that his cock was already rock hard,” You ready for your fucking yet?”
“Just take it easy, ‘K? We’ve got all night. I’m not going anywhere.”
He ran his fingers through my hair and lightly touched the side of my face. “I’m sorry baby, I’ve been waiting all day to see you. I’ve missed you.” I looked into his eyes; they were different somehow. I could almost always know what he was thinking, but not this time. I couldn’t even see myself in them. No reflection, no nothing, nothing but blackness.
“I missed you too baby. You sure you’re ok?” I didn’t even hardly have enough time to get the words out of my mouth before he kissed me again, this time it was much softer, like a lover’s supposed to.
“I want to show you something new I’ve added to the ‘playroom’,” he smiled at me as he grabbed my hand, practically dragging me to the basement door. We always had the most fun down there. I swear he had every toy imaginable. One entire wall was nothing but whips, floggers, and paddles. If you can think of a kink, we did it. Although I think one of my favorite things was this table a friend of his made. It had a kneeling pad on it so I could get my ass beat. He made me walk down the stairs first. I was expecting a new set of cuffs or the muzzle I’d been wanting, not what I ended up seeing hanging from the ceiling. Now, before I keep going, you sure you’re ready for this? I mean, this is the stuff nightmares are made of, but then again, I don’t know. I think you’re a closet case. Maybe this’ll get you all hot. Lean in a little closer, and I’ll give you all the juicy details. Closer. Closer still. You might want to scoot that tape recorder closer ‘cause I don’t want to have to say it too loud. I don’t want him to hear me.
Now where was I, oh yeah I remember, all I could see were these chains with huge hooks on the ends. The tiny little bit of light that was down there glinted off the sharpened ends of them. All I could do was stand there and stare in total disbelief. I heard the key in the deadbolt click right before he came down the stairs behind me. His hands ran up my shoulder blades to the sides of my neck, his breath was hot in my ear. “I want you so bad I could eat you alive,” his voice growled like an animal. I turned around. I had to see his face, to make sure it was even still him. I didn’t want him to know I was scared, but I was scared shitless. “You wanted this. You were the one that wanted to push it to the limit. You said you wanted to go to the extreme. This is all for you baby.”
I started to back up away from him,” What the fuck do you think you’re goin’ to do with those?” I pointed to the suspended hooks.
“You’ll see.”
“NO! No, I don’t mother fucking think so!” I was looking for a place to run to, but there wasn’t one.
His arms wrapped around me and pulled me into him. I’d never realized before just how strong he really was. “You’ll be fine.” He picked me up and carried me across the room and all around me was what looked like a thousand stars from the light bouncing off of the metal. With one arm around me, he touched my face with his free hand. He reached above my head, grabbed one of the metal cuffs that was dangling there and clamped it around one of my wrists. “Put you’re other hand up.” I did as I was told. There was nothing else I could do y’know? I hoped that if I didn’t struggle then maybe he’d come to his senses and stop. A hunt is no fun if the prey doesn’t run. He caressed my face again and then he kissed me. I couldn’t help it, even as frightened as I was, I couldn’t help melting under his touch. He looked into my eyes and a tear ran down my cheek.
“Don’t. Please don’t,” I couldn’t disguise the fear in my voice. The tips of the sharp hooks scratched at my forearms.
He walked away from me and went around the room lighting a ton of candles. After he shut the lights off, I remember the glow made me think-so this is what hell looks like. He stood in front of this table and stripped down completely naked, the shadows that played across his skin looked liked demons fighting for his soul. When he turned around I could see that he had his favorite blade in hand. I wish you could have seen what he looked like when he walked back up to me. That pale yellow candlelight barely highlighting his face and yet the rest of him almost looked black, his head bent down, staring at me. It wasn’t him, I swear to God it wasn’t him; he wouldn’t have done this to me. He put the tip of the knife in the middle of my throat, pushing it in enough to where I could feel it pressing on my windpipe, dragging it down to rest on the material of my tank top in between my tits. He grabbed the neckline to pull it out and run the blade through to cut it off, exposing my pale skin. I looked down to watch him glide it down my belly and slip the tip into the waistband of my jeans. He knelt down on the floor and took my jeans and panties off, and started kissing my belly just below my belly button. His tongue flicked in and out of the dimple in my tummy. He worked his way back up, nuzzling, kissing, and licking his way to the top. He sucked on my earlobe before he whispered,” This will only hurt for a little while.”
I heard rattling to the left of me right before I felt a sharp jabbing pain in my shoulder blade. I bet you could have heard me scream for miles. He put his finger up to my lips,”Shhh, it’ll only make it worse.” One by one he’d pinch the skin up and slam a piece of razor sharp metal through it. There were four on each side of my back from my shoulder blades to my ass. Never in my life had I ever experienced hurt like that. I couldn’t keep the tears from coming and I stood there crying like a baby, begging for him to let me go. I could feel the blood running down my back as it dripped down to my feet. He grabbed a hold of the skin at the top of my right shoulder, right above the collarbone, and pushed a steel hook through it. I could hear a popping sound when it pushed through to the other side. He did the same to the flesh on the other shoulder. I wanted to collapse but I was afraid that they would rip out so I clung on to the cuffs locked around my wrists.
He walked over to this switch on the wall and flipped it. I heard this whirring sound coming from above me as the chains started to shorten up, raising my feet up off of the floor. I could feel the skin stretching and tearing; new streams of blood ran down my legs. I was starting to pass out when he grabbed my legs and wrapped them around his waist. He lifted me up a little and positioned me on top of his rock hard cock. I was dry, but with every push there was a mix of blood and sweat and he was finally able to get into me. The room started spinning and I couldn’t catch my breath. Every time he pounded me into him, I could feel my flesh tearing and trying to give way. Tears streamed down my face. He lifted my chin with his finger so that I could look him in the face.” I love you.” He sounded out of breath. His lips touched mine. His tongue probed into my mouth. I swear it was the deepest he had ever kissed me. I clamped my ankles around him and somehow everything seemed to fade away as I kissed him back violently. I was now in control. I pumped myself on him with my legs as I rode him; his hands were clasped under my ass holding me up.
Panting, I whispered,” I love you too.” I could hear the chains clanking together all around me. He’d always been right; pain does wake up the senses. Everything intensified, the smells, sounds, tastes, the way he felt in me. The insides of my thighs started to shiver as moans filled my throat. I was so wrapped up in the sensation of my own orgasm that I didn’t feel the new metal tip in the middle of my back. He thrust deep into me. The dagger slid in between my ribs and into my lung. A huge bubble of blood gushed out of my mouth. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t scream. He plunged it into me again and again. I felt his body start to shudder as he straightened up and his whole body went stiff, growling in my ear. I could feel him pulsing inside as his cum dumped into me. My whole body was going slack as my eyes started to fog over. He kissed one cheek, then another, then kissed my forehead. He held me close, then he whispered,” I love you.”