Ravishment University
LITERATURE: Tales of Ravishment, Fantasy Rape Stories, BDSM and other erotic visions => Literature => Mixed Groupings => Topic started by: SheerHose33 on January 08, 2020, 06:40:17 PM
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This is a direct sequel to the Midnight Man. It can be read here
https://ravishu.com/forums/index.php?topic=44608.msg359749#msg359749
My first Mixed Group Offering so please be nice!
Enjoy!
Chapter I
Zoe enjoyed the play immensely despite its deep and difficult context. Dedicated to the book, well scripted and even better acted. The production of “In Our Shoes” was heart wrenching as it it was brilliant.
Zoe had read the bestseller by the champion of survivors, who was making more ground and statements across the globe that the #MeToo# movement ever would. One Robyn Parker, a one time obscure YouTube journalist, who shared her traumatic event in a run down English seaside town. Not only had she shared her horror, she’d brought her attackers to justice. Then made her controversial video later book dubbed “This is England” which dealt with unheard cases across the country. This garnered her more fame as she released her book on her rape and survival. “In Our Shoes” which was a huge hit and even made it to become a New York Times Bestseller.
Then her university tour and seminars, her radio time, appearances on tv, from This Morning Show in the UK, to even sitting with the Famous Ellen Degeneres in the States. Everyone followed the brunette, well spoken lady who gave so much hope to so many and led the march against rape culture with many her die hard fans the Red Breasts, who wore slogans on their partially naked bodies, their breasts being covered by a red bra, others more modest wore a red blouse, but red was the color of the movement.
Her book became a play, and while Robyn herself embarked on a global documentary of rape cultures around the world. Her fans in England were treated to the play of her bestseller. Zoe loved it, she wasn’t a survivor of sexual abuse but of child and domestic, most of it by her father and later the woman who she fell in love with. However she finally got away from the clutches of the woman who burnt her hand with an iron, and threw countless of large objects at her in drunken rages. As hard hitting and as terrifying as any man could be.
However the 28 year old brunette librarian finally got her own courage and left the shrieking banshee as she hurled obscenities at her and threatened to kill the woman she’d met and had helped her get away. However that woman, would be un-phased by the ravings of an alcoholic. Lyla Kenwood, was a survivor. She wasn’t raped or molested, but more disturbing she was forced to commit sex acts on her friend as she was watched by the man who raped them. That was a year ago, and she’d never spoken of it. Even when her friend Lucinda had gone to the police and reported it. Lyla didn’t give a statement. She nodded and said she was there but she never spoke of what was done to her. To anyone. Except Zoe.
Lyla’s jump from being straight and very much In love with her now ex-boyfriend Allan, who found out of the event, at the hands of the Midnight Man after Lucinda came forward. He tried to talk, and she said nothing. She carried on living in the house, carried on having seemingly mindless sex with him, but said nothing. Allan packed his bags from her life and she packed hers from the life she had. University, her family, men, even her long blonde hair was all placed in a box and dumped. Except her Star Trek collections and t shirts, her profound tea drinking and the house that the trauma was committed in remained.
She had got a job, in a small restaurant , the one time future biologist and wonderful mind was now a table serving robot by day, but at night she was different. Each night, even when Zoe stayed. She lit candles and in her own world, invited the Midnight Man back, the man who was never caught, crept in her fantasies, as Zoe’s fingers crept inside her. Then reversing the role she’d pleasure her new lover, all the time imaging him breathing behind her, and instead of Zoe, her one time friend Stefani lying moaning under her as she was forced to assault her with her digits. Zoe knew of her story, she didn’t know her friends desires, she didn’t know her girlfriend only had one thing in her mind, one orchestra that played the same score each time, Lyla became sexually awakened
Zoe enjoyed the play and related to a lot of it and thought it would help her lover and savior to her own echos of past badness, behind her glasses and cautious, yet well rehearsed smile Lyla didn’t care for it. She only wanted to get home back to the house, ignore her new housemate Paul and his sexy yet obnoxious girlfriend Nicola, and get Zoe’s dress off and her naked body next to hers.
Then she could turn the lights off and pretend she was back in that room all over again and again.
They hailed a taxi and jumped in. It rained so hard outside on the streets of Nottingham’s concrete jungle. Once in Zoe kissed Lylas neck and whispered “5 months already, I do love you Lyla” Lyla placed her hand on Zoe’s bare knee and caressed it. “I know you do bunny, 5 months indeed” but it was a year in her mind, a year since she really became the twisted person she was, Zoe was just a product, another woman who was escaping.
She may have escaped , but Lyla couldn’t or if she could didn’t want to. Zoe did get creeped out it was the house, she’d said it over and over for Lyla to move, but it was a waste of time. Lyla loved and lived in her temple of trauma.
Zoe just accepted it as part of being with Lyla. She loved Lyla and would do anything she’d asked. That was her weakness and that’s what led her to be abused before. Lyla was different in her mind, younger intelligent and mysterious.
They kissed again this time mouth to mouth. The taxi driver glanced back and nodded his head. Zoe became conscious, broke the kiss and apologized. “Sorry” she muttered lightly.
“Don’t mind me” laughed the taxi driver. “Go all the way if you like, I can wash those seats after” he laughed sleazily.
Zoe made a face and then just rolled her eyes and buried her head into her lovers shoulder. “Men eh” she muttered. “Obsessed with girl on girl” she felt the small hand of Lyla’s under her dress and rubbing slowly up her leg. “Me too” Lyla whispered and kissed Zoe again.
Zoe may have wanted to discuss many things that night, the play, their relationship , Lyla’s new female housemate Cassie who was moving in at the end of the week, her idea of getting Lyla and her an apartment together. Her most mind consuming plan was bringing her home to Sheffield to meet her understanding and supportive parents. She also wanted to discuss Lyla’s stance with her own family. Not that night, as the taxi crawled through the rainy dark lanes, to its destination, Lyla’s hands were reaching a destination of their own. As Zoe gasped at the light touch against her lacy panties, all those mind consuming thoughts left and became one with Lyla’s.
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Without any further thoughts I am declaring that this story will be perhaps one of the most diabolical and disturbing things you have ever brought to the forum. I am excited beyond belief that one of my favourite characters of all time is being brought back and the amount of little things I picked up in this one chapter alone is going to give me tingles for a very long time.
The sheer force of your descriptions paints a picture that I could almost touch and feel myself. The background of Lyla and the previous year with her obsession is not only chilling but has made me envious as well.
I LOVED the original Midnight Man and could see its brilliance from the start. I will be following this until the end and if anything it gives me an excuse to read that perfect story one more time.
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Very much agree with Rachel's assessment! So happy that you have decided to do a sequel to Midnight Man. Really loved the taxi scene. Yes this story has all the makings of another Jessica_33 classic.
"Allan packed his bags from her life and she packed hers from the life she had. University, her family, men, even her long blonde hair was all placed in a box and dumped."
The way you described this, Lyla getting rid of her former life. Very powerful, in the Jessica way we have all come to love!
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Wow, no, double wow. Not only does it have my favorite kink, girl on girl, but a twist of mystery with the return of the Midnight Man. Setting a story about rape survivals and rape culture on a rape fantasy site is inspired. Another merit earned.
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So much of this scores with me. The reference to "This Is England", quick references to the original "Midnight Man", how the intervening year has been for both Zoe and Lyla. The cultural references to the top "talk" shows in Britain and the States. The kiss in the cab and the driver's reaction to it was perfect in today's times Can't wait to see how you reintroduce the mysterious man who i fell in love with! Merit awarded and like Rachel, you got me hooked right to the end!
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Brilliant writing, just outstanding. I had goosebumps the whole way through. Bringing your heroine/victims from previous stories is inspire, as we get to see their characters develop and evolve even more - you know I love dwelling on extended character evolution and this has it in spades. The description of the trauma they each have faced and their coping mechanisms is so real and sad. The wanting secretly of a repeat, to make her feel the intensity of the experience, to replace the emptiness is diabolical and insightful. As has been said, clever political and cultural references was excellent. And then the detail you have captured in your descriptions, your words and ideas just flow off the page, making us see your 'movie' and anticipate the sequel all that much more. Thank you for sharing this
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Chapter II
The taxi arrived at the house. Number 80 Windrush Avenue and the two lovers got outside paying the fare. The taxi man mumbled that the view of them kissing was the best tip he could have got and he bid them a goodnight and drove off . “Why are all men such perverts?” Said Zoe coldly as Lyla looked for her keys in her handbag. “Just their way I guess” Lyla knew men liked to watch....., as that man who watched her do unspeakable things to her friend. In a way she couldn’t even understand it turned her on and she wanted Zoe out of her dress and in her lingerie while she imagined the taxi driver watching, and getting himself off. If Paul wasn’t or Zoe was more open to wild sexual adventure, shed nearly ask him inside. “Damn I forgot my keys” she said exasperatedly. She knocked at the door.
Number 80 was a small rundown looking house, right on the main road, where in the mornings a bus would act as an alarm clock as the the stop was right outside the door. It was known locally that a bad event happened there. Though the story of the Midnight Man Rape only made it to a small column of a Nottinghamshire newspaper. Students at the university avoided it like the plague. The landlord, Mr. Weaver, had to lower the price and hope for professionals instead of students.
He also had to change locks and install security alarms. He wanted Lyla to leave but she wouldn’t and he couldn’t kick her out as she had most verbally made it clear if she did she’d spread of what happened there far and wide. Her rent was almost free of charge and he came to inspect it every week. She blamed him for his lack of security and the papers would certainly take the word of a young 20 year old student over him so he was bent over a table by Lyla and had to play her game.
The new tenant was the man who answered the door. Paul Thompson, a short but stocky man who worked as a telephone cold caller, and was good at his job. He knew the story of the house, and also got his rent for a cheap price, being a man of great negotiation skill as befitted his line of work. He was an arrogant, cocky and beyond untidy in the house, frequently smoking, and using empty cans of coke as ashtrays. He had taken the room on the third floor, the room Lucinda had occupied. Lyla was thankful for that as it had its own bathroom, so she had the communal one with the bathtub, that until Cassie arrived was hers.
He dressed in well fitting suits for work and looked undeniably handsome, and professional, but as soon as he came home, all class went out the window and he dressed in baggy tracksuit pants, and white tank tops. His earring returned and his two sleeved tattoos were on display. In the States he’d be dubbed little more than “white trash”. He drank tea by the gallon, and either vegetated himself on the sofa watching reality tv shows, or doing god knew what in his room as creaks and thumping , house music blaring at all hours of the night was enough to say he didn’t sleep much. He was frequently serviced by his blonde slim bombshell girlfriend Nicole, who Lyla thought must have been blind or had issues more serious than she did herself.
When she arrived there was no sign of them and they’d retreat to his cave and the ever more creaking of his bed and her moans, or noisy volatile, verbal wars. He called her every name under the sun, while she slammed doors, and shrieked back at him “It was over”. It never was and she always returned to carry on the circle or Paul and Nicole’s relationship. It actually made Lyla feel less concerned of her own issues. No one could hate themselves more than Lyla, yet she felt she’d met a contender for that title in Nicole.
Sometimes it wasn’t always Nicole who vacated Paul’s lair for the night and in the middle of their many disputes or her over night duties at the hospital. Paul and his best friend Keith would descend onto Nottingham’s vibrant nightlife and drunken wayward female revelers and trawl a catch in their nets which led to more creaking and just slightly different moans.
However in the sea of disdain for anyone female he swam in, he seemed to have an ounce of respect for Lyla. Not knowing her history, he shared the bond that he didn’t talk to his family either. He had no problem with lesbians either and not in the same way as the taxi driver. He had a car and frequently brought her to the shops to get the groceries from Asda which he’d frequently help himself to afterwards. Sometimes he’d even carry the heavy shopping. Lyla tried to figure it out, what was it that made her immune to his blatant misogyny and chauvinism.
Then she found the answer one day on a showing of the car crash TV show. “Take Me Out”which he slated any female on it above a size 8 as a “walrus”. He looked genuinely horrified when the male contestant chose an average sized woman at the end, and dubbed him as having mental problems. His friend Keith also was billed as a “chubby chaser” and he was a man who made frequent passing advances on Lyla, ignoring her newfound sexuality. So Lyla was beneath his standard. She didn’t mind. Better a cosy walrus than a stray mangy tomcat she thought.
He glanced at them in the rain and let them in. He was wearing his number 80 uniform of Paul. Grey sweatpants with the optional tea stains and matching tea stained Primark t shirt. They came in out of the rain and he sat back down on the sofa. Nicole was there also in a tight fitting tracksuit filing her nails. It was rare she appeared in the main room, usually whisked away out of sight to their “love nest/battleground.
“Hello” she said to Zoe and Lyla. Paul was used to Zoe. Zoe was slim but was she slim enough to be on his radar Lyla didn’t know.
They didn’t waste anymore time. Lyla stopping to ask Paul for something else she found him useful for.
“Did you pick up that bag of........” she was cut off. Zoe looked at her with disapproval but accepted it the same time. Paul gave her the evil eye that said “Shut up” in front of Nicole. “Star Trek DVDs? No but I’ll have them tomorrow” he picked up a near empty box of take away pizza and took the last slice. Another box Lyla would have to clean up. Nicole looked scornful. “Oh I hate Sci-Fi” she said as if it was a mark of superiority. “We all have our tastes” Lyla said with a smugness of her own.
“Don’t we just” Paul said winking with jest at Zoe. They left and Lyla made one more note of the fact they Nicole was using her Star Trek mug as an ashtray. Seething with silent rage she led Zoe up the stairs and into her room, she threw off her denim jacket and began to light candles. She always did. Zoe made herself at home, sat down on the on the bed and began to unzip her boots. The very bed that was a scene of the most diabolical of crimes. Lyla connected her MP3 player to her Bluetooth speaker shaped like the Starship Enterprise a last present from Allan and put her music on. It was her usual tones of dreary sounding 90s British rock in this case “Creep” by Radiohead. Then she pulled out a black one piece out of her wardrobe and handed it to Zoe. The usual one, it was lacy at the thighs and had a spider web design making it the erotic wear of Emo/gothic design. Zoe smiled it made her feel sexy. Lyla left to go to the bathroom while, she threw off her dress and slipped on the delicate garment. Little did she know it belonged to the woman who was before taken on that very bed, the very woman who Lyla saw and felt in her fantasies. It belonged to Stefani.
The music played and the candles flickered in the night. Lyla returns just in a pink dressing gown and nothing else as she stripped it off.
The song played as Lyla sang the words.
“I don’t care if it hurts, I wanna have control,
I want a perfect body, I wanna perfect soul,
I want you to notice, when I’m not around,
You’re so fucking special.......I wish I was special,”
As the tune ascended into its loud chorus, Lyla descended onto her lover, and it was her bed that creaked this time in the tranquil lit room. The rain pattered on the windows as it did that night, almost triggering Lyla more to sexual abandonment. She probed Zoe’s tongue hungrily with her own. Her hands pinned Zoe’s to the sheets and her naked body pressed against the soft fabric of her lover’s. Zoe’s responded by softly moaning as she felt nothing else but, Lylas heat and wetness as her partner sat up and straddled her waist, her hands, roaming Zoe’s body and running down through the sensual feeling textile, to Zoe’s own burning furnace of moist passion.
“But I’m a Creep, I’m a weirdo, what the hell am I doing here! I don’t belong here”
Lyla now whispered the words of the song as it came to an end.
Zoe felt her body overwhelmed by Lyla’s almost aggressive fingers slipping inside her oozing opening as Lyla gyrated softy against her naval applying enough pressure to her own clit. The two made love like it was their last.
Zoe moaning Lyla’s name, as her body tensed and clenched in waves of orgasm, Lyla looked down on her breathless and panting, biting her lip, she then licked it and then gently got off Zoe lying flat on her back with parted legs and beckoned her lover’s tongue. Zoe saw her Lyla, who was quickly becoming her soulmate, Lyla just saw Stefani and the Midnight Man in the shadows of her own bellowing orgasm.
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Amazing! Just amazing! Lyla is fast becoming a favourite character of mine and this chapter gives us an even deeper understanding in what she is thinking and where her mindset actually is.
I just loved the way you had her remember the Midnight Man and her desire to be watched while she performs her deeds.
Your description of Paul is that of a man who I already dislike. No one can write a character of such un-redeeming qualities as you can Jess and I feel I will be finding a lot more to hate about this man going forwards.
The way you showed the background to the dynamic of the housemates is so interesting and my mind is already sprouting various theories about what may come to pass. Nicole's blatant disregard for others property I hope comes back to bite her.
The use of music is so strong and the words as well so poignant and holding meaning, fantastic description of the lovemaking as well. Really got this chick a bit heated I must admit!
However the part which has stuck with me the most is the lingerie... That is just a whole new level of wrong and I applaud you for that. Having her lover wear the former lingerie of her victim while she fantasises about that night. Jess, you are a fantastic writer!
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I've heard of the perpetrator keeping souvenirs of their victims but never a fellow victim- very original especially using said souvenir with someone they reportedly love. Don't know what to make of Paul yet- sounds like a weekend filth monger to me! Can't wait to see where you're going to take this tale! Merit awarded!
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Damn, what a splendid chapter. I have to tell you, whoever plays "Creep" by radio head, has good taste :) That line, "He dressed in well fitting suits for work and looked undeniably handsome, and professional, but as soon as he came home, all class went out the window and he dressed in baggy tracksuit pants, and white tank tops, is so me. The first thing I do when I get home is shred my clothes and put on a pair of sweat pants and a t shirt. lol.
Great chapter Jessica.
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Absolutely outstanding. So many incredible observations. The music playing loud and emotionally in her head, the warped view of her lover and her perpetrator, blending, the house-mate interactions. All described with such detail and I think clear but nuanced meaning that you will drop in again in future parts. I have some suspicions about Paul, but let's see where you take this and he is bound to be an important part going forward. You ramped the tension and the erotica well to give us a taste of their perspectives at the end.
Just so well written, classy, sophisticated and hot - well done and cant wait for the continuation.
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I don't know what else to say besides being spellbound by the hot writing. I love the references to This is England and Midnight Man, as if we're all in with the inside reference of this universe you're creating.
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I stand in awe. Love it Jessica :emot_thedrool.gif:
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Chapter III
After the intense and passionate night the week proceeded and Zoe and Lyla didn’t see much of each other, work and late shifts at the restaurant Lyla worked at got in the way. However that following
Friday was a date night and Zoe would indeed plan to end up staying over. She still wanted to talk to Lyla about so much, and the ever decreasing state of tidiness in the house was urging her to propose a plan of co-habitation with Lyla. She loved her and it seemed right. She also looked forward to bringing her to see her parents. It confused her why Lyla cut hers off, when they could have supported her. Several times they’d try to call her and she simply just ignored the call and let it ring out silently.
Also what bothered Zoe was Cassie. She’d have moved in by the Friday and Zoe wanted to get a good look at her. Her ex was notorious for making her feel jealous at the first glimpse of fresh skirt.
Lyla hadn’t met Cassie either but Paul has been present when she looked about the house and gave his blunt and frank verdict. “Nice set of knockers , London accent”
It was the “nice set of knockers ” that worried Zoe. However Lyla hadn’t ever given her a reason to think she’d be unfaithful.
It was Thursday night at 23:00 when Lyla who’d finally finished her shift came back to the house. It was still raining, it has rained all week. Hanging her coat and umbrella up on the rack by the door. She spotted a short, curvy brunette sitting on the sofa eating a bowl of cereal. She looked up and smiled. “Hi I’m Cassie,or call me Cass, you must be Lyla eyeing up Lylas name tag. Lyla smiled back. “That’s what the badge says” she laughed.
“From London?” Lyla asked to which Cassie replied “ Yes Sheppard’s Bush”. She strode into the kitchen and got out Pot Noodle from the cupboard. She then put on the kettle offering Cassie a tea? Cassie accepted and told Lyla where to find her Hello Kitty mug and also said “A drop of milk, no sugar, barely black”
Lyla then swore loudly in the small kitchen. “What’s the matter?” Cassie asked. “That bloody prick has my mug again” Lyla said in anger. “9 hour day, more abuse from pig headed customers than tips, then my lift had to go away early, I was stuck in rain waiting for that bus.........and I just want a cup of tea in my mug” she finally accepted defeat and got another cup out whispering curses to Paul.
“Oh is he bad for taking stuff then?” Asked Cassie as Lyla brought in her tea.
“See this Hello Kitty mug, guard it with your life, as he’ll use it for an ashtray” they both sat on the sofa. Cassie had a bright chirpy face. Lyla already liked her.
She stirred her pot noodles intensively.
“Oh right I’ve only met him the time I saw the house and just half an hour earlier. He had his girlfriend with him” Cassie sipped her tea.
. “Oh Nicole, yes she’s very pretty, love her long blonde hair” Lyla said as she sipped her own tea. “Blonde?” Cassie said, this girl had black hair. “Oh right” said Lyla shaking her head. Cassie knew what she meant. “Oh so he’s a bit of player then!”
She remarked not looking as disgusted as she should have.
Lyla nodded. “Just a bit”.
Cassie then laughed . “Yes I caught him glancing down my top a few times”. Lyla had noted Cassie’s assets. “Do you mind if I smoke?” Cassie asked picking up a box of cigarettes.
“No, just go out the back door through the kitchen” Lyla said, even though Lyla smoked her fair share of own herbs in her room, she wanted to keep the smell out of the eating areas. Paul didn’t enforce it.
After Cassie had her cigarette she came back and sat back down. “It’s chucking down out there” she remarked.
They spoke a bit more, and Lyla revealed she was in a relationship with a woman which the newcomer didn’t seem to mind. Cassie told her of why she was in Nottingham, mostly over her sister moving there and living on the other side of the city. Her job as a child minder for a wealthy family on the nicer parts of Nottingham. Cassie vaguely touched on her bad relationship with her dad, that she hadn’t seen since she was 15 when Paul walked down in his boxers and straight into the kitchen ignoring the two women as if there were just part of the furniture.
Then they heard the fridge open, him gulp down a liquid and belch and then slam the fridge shut. He walked in a taking a box of cigarettes off the arm of the sofa without asking, and lighter lit one up. “So settled in yet?” He asked as he began to walk back up the stairs, watch Lyla, she’s very bossy, and bats for the other team” he didn’t even wait for a response of the jaw dropped Cassie.
He didn’t need one. In his mind he was the man of the house and even first impressions were beneath him. Also beneath him that night was the black haired girl he worked with that wasn’t Nicole.Later on as his bed creaked and she moaned as Nicole had done nearly every night that week. Lyla lay in bed and listened. She heard Cassie moving about in her room, still unpacking by the sounds of it.
Lyla just listened, her fingers straying south as Zoe texted her explicit things that were yet to happen. She listened as the Midnight Man watched. She heard the girl in the room above cry out in ecstasy as she stifled her own groan of pleasure , her hand twisted her nipple delicately as her fingers played the solo tune of her forbidden desires. As it settled down upstairs, Lylas climax eased down also, her legs scrunched together as her body had tensed. The sexual sounds and Zoe’s messages were only a brick in the wall of the house of Lyla’s orgasm. The foundation was her dark, dirty and depraved thoughts that repeated over and over in her mind as Stefani’s playlist that still had a place on her computer.
Zoe had the day off. She had to get her teeth checked and then she was off to buy something nice to wear to the date. Also if she had time, something nice to wear for the afters. It was an important night for her, that night either during dinner or later under the bed sheets post climax, she’d lay all bare of her love for Lyla and the future she wanted, that she’d hoped they both wanted. She’d cure Lyla and get her out of that house. Hopefully getting her in the mindset of rebuilding her relationship with her family eventually.
Even getting Lyla to stay in Zoe’s tidy one room apartment was a tough task only achieved once and it was a far better love nest than the run down and dirty feeling house she clung on to. Why Lyla stayed in it was a mystery and as Lyla said it was complex, Zoe had to affirmably agree. She was half afraid of the house and would never stay there on her own.
However as the continued rain beat off the bus to the town center, Zoe’s mind played with uncertainty an possible answers to her many questions. Even during her dental check up her mind wandered as Lyla’s hands wandered over her body a week prior. She shivered at the sight of her female dentist , her ex was a doctor and just the way they spoke, in that professional but superior way made her feel small even though her teeth were “healthy and strong” as she was told pleasantly. Then she got a coffee and walked around the shops. She had a good day, texting Lyla excitedly and trying on tasteful dresses, settling for a seductive black a line mid length dress, that just consumed any self doubt her figure and made her feel a Goddess. She paid the slightly steep price tag and bought it. Lyla seemed to like the a feminine look so it was for her really. It had a long invisible zip at the back and Zoe imagined Lyla peeling it off her.
Then Zoe made a trip to a Victoria’s Secret and browsed lingerie. She chose a sly blue set, lacy at seductive, with white stockings finished with sky blue bow on each of the thighs. Once she’d completed her saucy purchase she walked out of the store to bump into a lady. Long brown hair that fell down her shoulders, slim, dressed immaculately in a grey pencil skirt suit was her ex, her one time older lover and until then just a bad memory. It was Dr. Valerie Warren. She worked in Nottingham, but was avoided until now the last she was seen was a drunken scene in the library Zoe worked, which ended in the police being threatened to be called and Valerie being given a warning from the private clinic she practiced at.
Cultured, intelligent well spoken, and as cunning as she was ruthless, the 38 year old specialist could turn from the most elegant and imposing lady to a monster of the deepest abyss of any woman’s fears at the darkest of nights. Manipulative, cunning, and violent, the woman who helped so many sick people, crushed Zoe in every way possible , the Zoe that had only been rebuilt after her hard childhood with her equally as drunk and violent father. The Zoe who had finally ran from her fears as her mother had finally left the alcoholic fueled hands. Now that Zoe was once again face to face with the unhinged lady. “Zoe Bradley, it’s been too long” she said with a red lipstick smile. Zoe felt as if she was about to have a panic attack. Valerie seemed sober, but as menacing as she was the day she left her that scar with the iron on Zoe’s right arm.
“Val......Valerie......leave me alone! ” Zoe’s fears cut through her like a hot knife through a block of butter.
“Ssssh Darling.......it’s ok..... I won’t hurt you” Valerie stepped forward and placed her varnished nailed finger to Zoe’s quivering lips. “It’s ok dear, I don’t believe in fate but I was just thinking of you” she placed an arm around the trembling Zoe. “Why don’t we talk.....we need to talk, I don’t drink, and I think we need to get things off our chests in a civilized way” her voice was steady and flat toned. Her perfume triggered her fears as much as those hazel eyes that use to study Zoe, hazy themselves from the daily bottle of wine she consumed.
This day however they seemed clear, but reading. Zoe froze, she wanted to cry out, but she was afraid of making a scene, she felt her ex lovers hand led her 10 minutes to a silver BMW saloon and gently pushed into the front seat and then the classical music played as Valerie checked her make up and through the rain that fell again, the car gliding through the puddles to the large red brick suburban home that Zoe used to stay and be slowly deprived of dignity. She lost count of how many times she tried to stop Valerie but failed as the doctor drove the luxurious car to a stop and the music stopped with it.
“Come on darling, I’ve missed you” she opened Zoe’s door as a chauffeur would and picked up Zoe bags and all to her feet. “Oh Victoria’s Secret.......you must have known I was coming” Zoe whimpered something that made Valerie smirk her smug face with that detestable smile. “I know you have new woman, I know you have moved on but you have to know......that I still love you, I’ve always loved you and always will” once they were in the porch Zoe was pressed to the wall her bags and dinner date plans dropped together as did her dignity one more time.
Valerie pressed her tongue into Zoe’s mouth who tried to feebly protest but instead just opened her mouth to the female invader. A soft medial professional’s hand slipped up Zoe’s noisier and cupped her breast over her bra. A nylon clad leg slipped between her own and pressed up. Zoe tried to black it out but it was impossible, she submitted without a fight, her own hands were placed on her former lover’s firm backside her gasped of pleasure released from the attention her breast was getting, and the lipsticked nuzzles on her neck. Her skirt was lifted and the waistband of her black tights were tugged down by the hand of Valerie, a hand that caused her to most barbaric of pain. “Little slut.......you are wet for me, like you always were,as you know my hands are your real goddesses ” Valerie whispered breathlessly in Zoe’s ear. Zoe’s closed her eyes and released a soft moan.
Her ex lover may have lowered to her knees but she was the one in charge. With both hands she slid them up Zoe’s skirt and tugged down, Zoe’s tights, underwear and all that remained of the rebuilt person she was with one seductive movement. As Zoe felt Valerie’s forked tongue worked black magic against her now burning moistness, all Zoe did was cradle her head, gasping at her to stop. Then Zoe herself fell to the floor.
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" She heard the girl in the room above cry out in ecstasy as she stifled her own groan of pleasure , her hand twisted her nipple delicately as her fingers played the solo tune of her forbidden desires. " Love that line, and Zoe meeting Valerie, wheeee. things are getting very hot. Great chapter Jessica.
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Three chapters in and I feel exhausted already from the amount of gratification you are giving your readers as far as characters go.
This story could be used as a blueprint for character development. You have brought Cassie into the story and she is certainly not what I expected her to be like but then with the skilled Jess as author we should know to expect the unexpected and I feel that things may suffer a seismic shift before too long.
The one thing that hasn't changed is my contempt for Paul, nasty pig of a man indeed and unfortunately someone whose cheating ways will never be caught or if they are will be overlooked.
The part of Lyla's self pleasure was beautifully described and made such sense as we do sometimes get turned on by hearing others in the throws of passion.
Valarie, a nasty piece of work and I feel a master manipulator of the first degree. The way she used fear to get Zoe to capitulate to her was just plain wrong. The outcome though was described impeccably and very hot writing. The "forked tongue work black magic against her now burning moistness" well that's a line and a half there and tells us everything we need to know about Valarie. Astounding work as always!
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Wow three chapters in and I'm rooting for two people to be victims- Cassie and Valerie
Really love the characterization building your doing for this one. Have feeling that it's going to make their eventual destruction all the more pleasant to read! Merit from me when I can!
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Wow Jess! This story is really carrying me away! I love every word of it! You are such a master of characterization and it is writing like this that helps inspire me for stories of my own, like She Just Wanted a New Friend!
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Outstanding, brilliant, inspired writing. The depth of the details and the tension you are building are masterful. Valerie is one real piece of work as has been said, you presented her perfectly and Cassie too. The array of characters you have to work with is incredible and I'm not even going to try an second guess what you have planned for us and where the Midnight Man comes in and who he gets to play with. The way you described Zoe's capitulation was really good, fear, lack of self assurance, triggering old habits/wounds, arousal/desire all combined with a few words and lines to help us understand what was happening. Thank you and please dont keep us waiting too long.
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Chapter IV
Zoe wasn’t long in feeling the tongue of Valerie back between her legs licking expertly, dangerously sabotaging everything that Zoe fought and conquered against. Her thighs clenched around Valerie’s neck as the doctor gave her a prescribed dose of lesbian licks. Zoe both whimpered in defeat and cried out in pleasure in the space of a minute. Valerie was as an expert as a lover, as an abuser. On the sandy carpet of her lair she brought her ex, to a warped anguished climax with both tongue and soft varnished fingers.
Zoe feebly mumbled a sighing “No!” as she succumbed to the mistress of reluctant seduction . Valerie lifted her head from the panting Zoe who laid out like a starfish in her hallway. She licked her lips and savored the taste of her former lover as if it was the alcohol she used to desire more than anything else.
“Welcome home Zoe!” She leant over Zoe who’s eyes now flooded with tears of shame and capitulation.
“You.........you.....bitch” she murmured through gasps of quickened breath.
Valerie smiled and then straddled the hapless woman’s waste with her slender legs each side. Zoe could feel the heat from her abusers body and knew she wanted more. Intimacy was the first thing lost to drunken rages at the twilight of their relationship, sex and love was replaced by traumatic mind games and vicious attacks in frenzies. Now her former lover wanted what had been absent. Zoe for a second felt wanted by her, and it made her feel a spark of warmth.
Her lips met Valerie’s and she tasted her own juices through the probing tongue that had accepted her surrender.
“I’m sorry” Valerie cradled the now sobbing Zoe, who despite what she felt, now felt as if her mind was torn apart by that kiss of dark passion. “You forced yourself on me” weeped Zoe, thinking of Lyla and what she’d say If she saw the the entanglement.
“Ssssh........I didn’t my darling, I just brought you back home...... gentle persuasion, that’s all, now it’s ok to cry.....let it all out my darling...... I love you” Valerie’s own tears fell as once again Zoe’s resistance also.
Lyla was having a bad day. Customers were being their entitled selves and she had to bare the brunt of complaints that should have been directed to the chef, who was clearly, having bad day also but unseen and untouched by the annoyance of the irate diners. She had also forgot her purse as she left the house in her usual hurry. She had change for the bus to her workplace but not enough for the ride back. She had packed a lunch, and up until then Zoe would get her taxi to stop at the restaurant at 18:00 so she could go back and get ready for the date night together, or maybe even have the date night in the raunchy confines of Lylas bedroom. Then she got a text. It was short and swift
“Sorry LyLy” I feel rather sick so can’t make it........love you xxxxxx”
Lyla studied the text and saw already it was a feeble excuse. Up to an hour and a half prior to it, Zoe was texting flirty messages of affection and longed to feel Lylas body against hers, no all of a sudden, she received the final nail to the coffin of a lovely Friday evening as the day was lost. She was overwhelmed by disappointment and curtly replied “What’s wrong?” and the reply back was “My throat and temperature” followed by another “sorry”and “xxxxx’s”.
Back at Valerie’s house and with trembling hands and wearing her new sky blue lingerie meant for only Lyla’s eyes, Zoe sent the text. Valerie sat on the bed and slowly took off her tights seductively. Then unzipped her pencil skirt and wriggled out of it and discarded on the floor. Still in her white blouse and now her lacy French knickers visible she gently pulled Zoe by her shoulders back onto her bed, as Zoe’s phone dropped to the floor and the lies it sent.
Lyla then figured how to get home. The taxis wouldn’t drop her without money and even her running to her house to get money would give the impression she was evading paying. Her colleague Sadie who had a car, was on a later shift.
She didn’t want to ask for money after catching Sadie for the said later shift so she was off for date night. She didn’t want to make out her date and lover Zoe had stood her up. It really troubled her. She could attempt an hours walk home but it began to rain down hard again. The weather making her day much more dismal. She had no option but to text Paul, and see if was about. He finished work at 16:00 on Friday’s so it was possible. She texted him for a lift at 18:00hrs and he replied as if I was as gruff as his voice. “Sure”. She was about to text Zoe back when her supervisor Tori, came in to the backroom.
“Come on Lyla we need you out there, you’ve already had a lunch-break”. She barked with irritation.
The shift finally ended 35 minutes after it was supposed to as usual, and Lyla clocked out. She was thankful for it as it was getting more and more busier as Friday’s were. She texted Zoe asking her how she was feeling and got her black jacket and put it on over her waitress uniform. She left the madness of the restaurant behind. Paul still wasn’t there despite her lateness. She stood out in the rain and her heart sank so far to the bottom she couldn’t help but to cry the rain diluting her tears. She rang Paul and he didn’t answer. after another 10 minutes waiting getting splashed by a truck passing, she began to walk, when a toot of a horn behind her sounded.
The blue VW Golf of Paul finally arrived and parked next to her. Lyla was about to get in the front but Paul waved to get in the back. Lyla sighed and done as he asked. He was home uniform in his tracksuit pants, and white stained t shirt, and smoked a cigarette. There was no one in the front.
She got in the back. “Just got to pick up Keith ” he said as he took a drag and drove the car on. “Plus I don’t want in the front seat people might talk” he laughed. Lyla didn’t like him the car smelt musty and of tobacco. He’s music pumped loudly and he took off with bad careless driving.
“You took your time, I’m bloody soaked” Lyla said with annoyance.
“Well you are silly leaving your wallet behind, lucky I was there and besides I’m not a bloody taxi service” he went on. Lyla just said quietly she’d sort him out for petrol money. “Good girl, you look like a drowned rat” he carried on puffing his cigarette. “So what happened? Thought you were off muff diving tonight” he smirked.
Lyla didn’t want to tell him much. “Zoe’s sick, that’s all” she looked through her phone for a reply. There was not one.
“Why don’t you have a few drinks with us in the house, Cassie seems to be up for it too, we must welcome her I guess, Keith is there also and it will be a good laugh” he drove quickly turning corners fast and erratic.
“No I’ll just go to bed I think” Lyla murmured. She didn’t want a night with Paul’s unbearable bravado and Keith’s leering eyes.
“I take it, Nicole is on duty tonight?” Lyla questioned with a touch of ice in her tone.
“She sure is, and that means we can all have a laugh, and you know what I mean, Cassie is alright, what do you think? Bit of a sort I’d say” Paul smugly sounded.
“Paul you can’t keep on treating Nicole this way, and no I don’t think Cassie will be interested !” Lyla said as she kept checking her phone.
“Oh......does someone have her lesbo eye on her?” Paul chuckled. “I’d watch that!”
“You’re gross!” Lyla sighed as the car came to a stop outside Keith’s mother’s townhouse. Also in a grey tracksuit and wearing a baseball cap.He carried a case of beer and three it in the back seat as he clicked a wink at Lyla. She managed a nod but not a smile. Then he got in the front and lit up one of Paul’s cigarettes blowing smoke carelessly into Lylas face, she wound down a her window and the droplets of rain fell on to her as the car speedily splashed her home.
“Well Lyla, it’s good to see you looking so wet” he joked as Paul sniggered. Lyla just ignored him.
“Keith, shes on the other team” Paul corrected his friend. “But she was stood up tonight. Apparently Zoe is sick” he sounded scornful.
“Listen you two pricks , just less of it, I’ve had a shit day and I don’t want to hear your silly jibes” Lyla chided indigently.
“Only having a laugh, look why don’t you have a few drinks, Cassie is joining us and two girls, two guys, doesn’t that sound better than two guys and one girl?” Paul said sincerely.
“Well depends on the girl!” Keith remarked, throwing out his cigarette.
“I’ve yet to see this Cassie sort” Keith banger his hands on the dashboard. “Got great assets I hear”
“Yeah well, you can sit back and watch the master, sort those goodies out ” Paul said, his smugness and arrogance never faltering.
“You really are a creature Paul! ” remarked Lyla with absolute slow disdain. She guessed as she was lesbian she was not spared the unwarranted “guy talk”.
“Oi just because you got blown out don’t take it out on me” Paul scolded with a grin. “You’d wanna lighten up Lyla, and I don’t just mean on the scales”
Lylas mouth dropped at the cutting insult.
Keith turned to her and patted her knee.
“Don’t listen to him Lyla, I think you are beautiful, honest a dish and a half” he kept a serious face. Paul made mock vomiting sound as the car arrived back at outside number 80.
“Come on, grab the booze Lyla” Paul said as he clambered out of the car. Lyla picked it up but Keith took it off her.
“I’ll take it and come on Lyla, we can have a laugh tonight, I’ll be able to cheer you up” he said with the same sincere voice.
“We’ll see” she said. As much as Keith annoyed her she didn’t want to seem rude to Cassie, and besides she wasn’t doing anything else. Her mind wandered as she followed the men into the house.
She wanted to know how Zoe was and what she was doing, that she couldn’t text back.
As for her lover and as the rain patted off Valerie’s bedroom window. Valerie was the one lying back with building ecstasy, her blouse unbuttoned and her exposed nipples sucked and caressed by Zoe’s reluctant sounding but yet obliging mouth. Two of her fingers now deep in Valerie’s wet canal, making the doctor moan in abandonment. Her hands slowly caressing back Zoe’s figure, in her delicate garments enjoying the feel of the smooth skin under satin and lace.
“You love me.......don’t you” gasped Valerie. Her breath quickened with every firm stroke.
“No I hate you.......” tears ran down Zoe’s face again. “I really just hate you” she sobbed. Valerie bit her lip tightly.
“Yet you can’t stop.......you can’t stop craving this body” she gasped and her body moved restlessly with the growing sexual release.
Zoe didn’t stop silently crying, and her hand only stopped after Valerie cried out and her body writhed up on her bedsheets her orgasm loud and shuddering. Her fingers dug into Zoe’s soft flesh.
“Oh darling......I’ve missed you” she paired as it was her turn to lay out flat and worn out.
Zoe just cried and once again in that house and with that person. Her cries were ignored.
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Magnificent writing Jess, shocking and depraved but magnificent at the same time.
I felt the mental manipulation employed by Valerie on Zoe was just deeply saddening but so well conveyed. The fact she was crying all the way through, expertly described as being back in the house with someone who ignored her pleas.
Lyla having a very bad day indeed and we get more background into the interpersonal relationship with Paul. Gosh I hate this man!! His misogynistic attitude just makes my hands ball up ready to fight. Him and Keith with Lyla and Cassie is not going to end well.
The highlight of the chapter was just a simple thing you did but struck a chord with me. Zoe wearing her new sky blue lingerie for the wrong person. I know what an important thing revealing new lingerie to your lover is and it being given to someone who has hurt her made me sad.
Well done getting such emotions from me while making me aroused at the same time. Awesome chapter as expected!
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I don't know who i'm more in hate of Paul for being an overall asshole or Doctor Valerie for being a manipulating bitch!
Paul is more concerned with getting Lyla in a compromising position, than treating her a a human being!
Valerie is using past feeling and inside information to make Zoe dependent on her, one more time. and I have a feeling it isn't because she wants Zoe but rather wants to prove to Zoe that only she can make her feel right about herself!! as per usual this is writing well worth a merit from me when allowed!
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This is as good as it gets. The steamy sex between Zoe and Valerie and the drama of the other characters all weaves together as only you can. Great job and another merit from me.
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Chapter V
Valerie held Zoe tightly as she cried and sobbed loudly the tears streaming down her once perky face.
“It’s ok darling......it’s ok, I know this is emotional, but it’s right, it’s always been right and I won’t ever hurt you again, but you belong here in my arms, in my heart.......in this bed” Valerie stroked Zoe’s hair and kissed her salty tear stained cheek.
“You’re hurting me now............you’re ruining what I had” Zoe wailed into her ex lover’s shoulder. “Come....come... my darling, I understand your tears, you are confused but you know it’s right deep down. It’s the same as, when I was confused when we first made love, I cried remember?” Valerie spoke so softly, the monster she was had disguised itself well behind her gentle, now sober features.
Zoe wanted to push her away, wanted to hate her, wanted to make her suffer that
moment but she cried and wept bitterly closer into Valerie’s bosom. Her body had surrendered, her emotions were now falling too. Valerie looked into the mirror across from the bed, as she held her lover. She gave a small smile of victory and deep down the monster within get still winked back at her triumph.
Cassie was sitting on the sofa with another woman about 10 years older than her. She was dressed in black leggings and a red sweater, while the other woman also a brunette was in a light blue blouse and black skinny jeans with cut off knees that showed off her fake tanned skin. A small boy, about 4 years old scuffled about as the cartoons on the television for his benefit were ignored. Paul, Keith and Lyla piled in from the angry wet evening.
Cassie stood up and straight away said “Hi” and introduced the woman who turned out to be her older sister Roselyn.
She nodded curtly at them but Lyla saw her eyes could not hide the disapproval.
“Roselyn just helped me arrange my room and got a food shop in. She’s just off” Roselyn got up and with her son’s jacket bent down to put it on him. Paul and Keith’s eyes didn’t even attempt to be subtle at gazing at her rear. She was much taller and sported an hourglass figure. Even Lyla couldn’t help a quick glance. Then she put on her own coat and Cassie followed her to the door.
“See you Sis, now be good” Roselyn picked up her son and gave Paul and Keith a cautious look. “Thanks for everything Roz” kissing her nephew and then hugging her sister she saw them out.
Paul and Keith hovered in the room, Keith still holding the crate of beer. Lyla had thrown off her coat and bag and went into the kitchen to put on the kettle, she didn’t offer tea this time. Then going through the fridge put on a microwave pasta dish, she had stored.
Cassie followed her in. “Hi hun, I thought you were having a date night?” She opened the back door and lit a cigarette.
“Roz, doesn’t know I smoke, been gasping for one all day” she took a long drag.
“Zoe is sick!” Lyla replied not hiding her bad mood, slamming her retrieved Star Trek mug on the counter.
“Oh no, is she ok?” Cassie asked. Lyla shrugged. “Oh no chick, that’s a choker, sorry to hear that, I’m sure she is though, has she done this before? Canceled a date last minute?” Cassie sounded concerned and pleasant.
Paul and Keith came into the kitchen and opened the fridge and Keith began to unload bottles into the shelves pushing anything that wasn’t his out of the way.
Lyla didn’t answer. She was disturbed by Zoe’s silence. As soon as she was alone in her room, she’d attempt to call Zoe.
“Oh she just got her eyesight back I imagine” Paul said mockingly.
“Paul! That’s horrible!” Cassie scolded him. “Yeah mate, don’t be a dick” Keith said through the clinking of bottles.
“She knows I’m joking” . Paul gave Lyla a quick squeeze of her shoulders. Lyla made a face that spelled “Leave me alone”
“Still she checked out your sister didn’t she?” Paul carried on with his jest.
“I’m Keith by the way” Keith shook Cassie’s hand. Then he asked her for a cigarette, which she gave him.
“You were all checking out my sister” Cassie said with a smirk. “All of you” she said again making eye contact with Lyla who blushed. “Yeah shes damn fit” Paul said out straight.
“Hey Lyla why don’t you have a drink with us tonight? Roz got me a nice Chardonnay it’s it the fridge, how about it hun?” Cassie threw her cigarette butt out the back.
“You can get all lesbian for us.....Yeah!” Paul said opening a bottle of beer and as Keith did too they smashed the bottles together spilling it over the floor.
“You are something else you are” Cassie smirked. “I’m not into women and besides she has a chick”
“Not tonight she doesn’t” Paul said quickly and took a gulp of his beverage.
Lyla just waited in silence for her meal to cook and prepared her tea. If she wasn’t consumed by hunger she’d have left the kitchen straight away. Hunger for food, craving for affection and starvation for answers.
Zoe lay once again flat on Valerie’s bed, her stoking clad left leg slowly kissed the puckered lips of the mistress of that bedroom. She had stopped crying but her worries consumed her mind. It was dominated by what Lyla might be thinking of the feeble excuse she sent her, if Lyla’s heart might be breaking, the disappointment she inflicted on her younger lover.
However thoughts and even worries could be diluted and the slick tongue at the bow of her nylon that in circular motions did just that and the now naked body of Valerie ran her hands along the other nylon dressed leg as she worked her mouth up and inside the opening thighs.
Zoe didn’t even say “stop” this time. She just stared at the familiar ceiling, and felt the tantalizing touch as it set the timer on the bomb of dirty orgasmic release. Her lacy panties were pulled gently to one side as Valerie, swirled her tongue tip against the throbbing desire she conjured up. Then after several flicks that made Zoe gasp, she fully rotated her tongue around the helpless woman’s labia pressing gently into Zoe’s saturated sex.
Zoe’s limbs were weak, her hands fiddled with and pulled the bedsheets as she felt her soft invader take more each flick of her tongue. Valerie’s right hand roamed up Zoe’s, navel, and trickled around her soft skin. Her left hand was firmly against her own womanhood and her own fingers danced inside her as she coaxed another whimper and moan of obvious shame from Zoe. The climatic bomb was timed primed and set off, with a groan and a heavy panting shudder. For both of them that time.
Down far away even though within the same walls Zoe’s phone vibrated as her orgasm had. Lylas name flashed on the screen as her disapproving face flashed in her mind. It was unanswered. Phones aren’t allowed in prison. Only this prison Zoe was held captive in, was her own betraying body.
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Man, this just keeps getting better and better. What a wonderful story you have created here. Showcases your talent very well.
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Another superb chapter that's bringing more conflicting emotions to the surface in my head and heart.
The sympathy we are getting for Zoe is firmly put on the forefront here as you delve deeper into the emotion of victims and why they stay. I felt this chapter really let us see Valerie for what she is, perfectly described as the monster in the mirror.
Zoe is letting her body take the brunt of abuse here while trying to keep hold of her Lyla in her soul. How long will those fingertips be able to hold on for?
If I couldn't hate Paul enough before you've made me dislike him even more with his attitude.
The glee that Paul states they can "get all lesbian" showing that weird thing guys have for seeing two women together.
Roselyn seems interesting and I wonder if we will see her again some point.
Everything about this chapter left an impression and you are really getting me excited about this story even more than I was before!!!!
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A beautiful continuation that makes me hate Paul even more. Why Lyla or Cassie didn't slap his face is beyond me! now I'm wondering if Zoe is as over Doctor Valeria as she pretends to be! Can't wait to read more. Merit awarded!
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I got the chance to read two chapters in a row. You're doing a masterful job of the domination of Zoe, with all the conflict, insecurities and manipulation, brought out by wonderful dialogue. And Lyla's day is equally miserable - loving the accuracy you bring to Paul and Keith and the sensitivity of Cassie. All such well studied characters. I'm really wondering where you are going with all this - so much intrigue and complexity. Also little subtle nuances or observations dropped in. Just great writing. Your definitely getting us responding emotionally to your story. Well done and I hope you get the next chapter soon.
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Yes! The way these characters are being developed is just astounding! Simply nothing redeeming about Paul or Keith at all, they're both douchebags! And poor Zoe at the hands of Valerie! And Lyla caught in the middle with Paul and Keith and Cassie. You just jump from one tense situation to the other so flawlessly.
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Thank you all for kind words here
A fun tale to write and I’m sure I can get a few surprises in there too
All of your support means so much xxxx
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Chapter VI
The night back at Number 80 was passing with the sound of Paul’s thumping music from his bedroom, despite the fact he was down below drinking with Keith, and Cassie who could be heard with a an occasional cackle.
Lyla listened to it, and rolled her eyes. She even made a bet with herself how long it would be before Cassie ended up in Paul’s bed. Then she sighed as she was alone when she shouldn’t have been. She got in and out of the shower quickly and back into her room and as she dried her hair, the noise of the dryer stifled the sound of a knock on her door. She carried on drying her blonde hair and as she gazed at herself in the large wall mirror by her bed, she saw the door open.
Terror overtook her and she shrieked and jumped brandishing the dryer as a melee weapon. It was Cassie who looked startled.
“Oh God......sorry for scaring you” she mumbled. “I did knock”
“What!........is it?” Lyla replied unable to contain the irate tone of her voice.
“Oh dear I’m sorry......I just wanted to see if you you wanted that glass of wine? Could do with another female voice to back me up.” Cassie gave her pleading puppy eyes. Lyla sighed and carried on rubbing her hair with her towel.
“Oh ok Cassie, I’ll have one, it’s not like I’m going anywhere or doing anything anyway” Lyla looked sad.
Cassie’s face lit up. “Oh cool, this will be great!” She clapped her hands together. She remained in the room. “Can I get changed in peace please?”
Cassie nodded. “Of course sorry” she left.
As much as Lyla warmed to Cassie the first meeting she thought her behavior was much too forward. She texted Zoe once more and it was a plain “Goodnight” icy and to the point. She got into one of her Star Trek t shirt’s and and leggings and walked downstairs to the smell of smoke and the music channels on the tv fighting back the pounding music above.
Her glass of wine was already waiting on the coffee table. Cassie smiled at her, Keith waved as he lit a cigarette and Paul zoned out with his beer watching the near naked singer prance and dance on the television during the music video.
He looked up at Lyla.
“Oh look she’s joining us lowly mortals, before you sit down, can you get me a beer and probably one for Keith?” he said as Keith put up is hand.
“Lowly mortals indeed” said Lyla she went in and got the beers and gave them out and then sat at her place, Cassie smiled at her as she brushed her hair.
“Do you mind not smoking here, Weaver will go mad” Lyla said trying the wine. Looking annoyed at Keith.
He flustered. Paul shook his head. “Never mind that, Weaver’s lucky he’s got us here, he won’t say anything”
“He said it it to me last time” Lyla said abruptly. “He doesn’t want smoking in the house”
“Well Weaver can suck my dick” Paul said dismissively as he opened Cassie’s box of cigarettes and lit one up.
“Bet you’d like that Paul! ” Lyla said sharply. Cassie couldn’t help a giggle.
“No but better than your lips still” Paul came back just as quickly.
“Burn!” Keith said obnoxiously.
Lyla looked at him gravely and his expression then changed to an apologetic one.
“Do you have to have that shit playing upstairs so loudly, what’s the point in watching this if we can’t hear the music over that racket?” Lyla changed the subject. Paul gave a shrug and lounged into his chair. “Too much effort!” He murmured. “Anyway don’t bring your lonely hearts club attitude down here, not our fault Zoe gave you the heave ho!” Keith laughed. Cassie shook her head.
“She hasn’t she’s just sick” Lyla felt hurt but couldn’t give Paul that satisfaction.
“Sick in the head, more like” Paul replied.
“Ok that’s enough!” Cassie exclaimed. “Is it like this every night?” She sipped her wine.
“No just when Paul is about, 99.9% of the time” Lyla said coldly.
Paul rolled his eyes. The night carried on icily and attention turned to Cassie who gladly chirped on about her life and hopes. Paul pretended he was interested but all he took in was her cleavage.
Valerie back in her lair now lay back as Zoe’s mouth was placed on her her sex as she murmured and hummed panted words of approval. She cradled Zoe’s hunger in her hands as her ex lover lapped around her neatly groomed sex. “You belong to me my darling!” She mumbled between sighs. “I do love you Zoe, I’ve always loved you.....” she continued to tense up as Zoe’s tongue worked its own magic. Zoe was consumed by the smell of arousal, Valerie’s juices in her face, and her deep guilt that lulled in her conscious. She wanted it to be over, but to do that she needed to push Valerie over the edge one more time.
Every whisper of passion Valerie gave her, was a mockery of her very self. She was pathetic in her mind. “If Lyla could see her” that thought filled her squinted eyes with more moisture, as she inserted her tongue slightly inside Valerie making her groan loudly and her stomach heave with the sensation.
“Give it to me, Zoe.......please darling....I beg you” the monster whispered.
Lyla was bored. Cassie has gone on about herself for an hour, she hadn’t heard from Zoe either. Paul had drank more and was getting more louder if that was possible.
Keith kept giving Lyla glances.
She didn’t particularly like him but compared to Paul, he was a saint. Not as handsome in features but a lot more humane. She didn’t see why he was friends with Paul. He was never treated with respect.
“Well Cass, I must say you are a cracker and a half” Paul said as signaled to Keith to get him another beer. Cassie blushed and chuckled. “Oh stop it, I bet you say that to all the girls” she turned to face him and her eyes were on his.
Lyla couldn’t believe her own eyes. “What did they all see in this prick?” she thought.
Keith turned to Lyla. “So are you and Zoe done then?” He asked almost hopefully.
“No!” though Lyla was wasn’t sure.
“Well if you want to come back to the Light Side, then you know where I am” he sniggered and took a large long gulp from his bottle. “You are in my sitting room, and staining my carpet” Lyla said offishly.
Keith laughed. “Sorry Lyla, I think you are amazing, so witty and funny, you are wasted on girls, I’d keep you warm any day of the week”. Paul heard him and though he was whispering with Cassie. He got up and stretched and grabbed his beer. “I’m going to get sick, literally, Keith she’s a lezzer, you need to respect that, she likes the carpet burns!” He gave Lyla a cheeky grin, and then walked up to bed. Before he vanished out of site, he made an eye gesture to Cassie, who made an awkward glance to be neatly empty wine glass and to Lyla who raised her eyebrows in obvious disapproval.
Paul shrugged and went off up the stairs. Cassie finished her drink. There was an awkward silence. “He’s really not getting sick” said Keith with a silly laugh. “I’m a bit tired” Cassie said playing with a strand of hair. “It was a good evening and nice to meet you Keith, and thanks for coming down chick” she smiled at Lyla, who frowned. “I hope Zoe gets better” she said and then took her phone and strode off up the stairs leaving her empty glass on the table. Keith was about to speak when Lyla hushed him.
Then she got up stealthily, and crept to the end of the stairs listening upwards.
“Oh my god!” She exclaimed in a whisper. “She’s going up to Paul’s room, what a little tramp!”
Keith remained uninterested, and sat back changing the channels.
“So what, big deal, Paul’s just so good with the girls” he looked down.
“I don’t see it, I really don’t! Lyla sat back down and studied her glass.
“Well you are a lezzer, aren’t you?” Keith looked at her. Paul’s music got suddenly louder. “I still know a narcissistic twerp when I see one” Lyla tried to listen for the obvious.
“Where will I stay tonight, he’s after drink, and it gets so cold her at night on the sofa” Keith had no finesse.
“Get a taxi home!” Lyla smirked. “Or sleep in Cassie’s bed, doesn’t look like she’ll be back down to it. “I won’t get a taxi at this time.........besides she could come back down” Lyla was shocked he was actually considering staying in the other girl’s bed.
“Or I could......” he began looking at her.
“Forget it! No!” Lyla said firmly. “You can’t stay there, I don’t want you trying it on all night with those octopus hands!”
“But you don’t like men, and I’ll behave, just you can tell me all about Zoe, I’ll listen!” Keith said sincerely.
“Besides, we can both listen and see if Cassie is a tramp” he finished his beer.
Lyla thought and she didn’t know why, but at that moment need a warm body to cuddle even if it was Keith. She wasn’t afraid of him, and she thought would be fun to listen to the sounds above together.
“Ok Keith you can stay in my bed, but nothing will happen, you get me?” She downed her wine, and got up. Keith got up too. “On my honor I won’t try a thing” he replied.
Cassie stood in Paul’s room as he lay down on his bed texting his girlfriend Nicole. “That was quick” he looked up
“Who are you texting?” Asked Cassie, “The girl the last night?”
“No my girlfriend!” He answered honestly.
She bit her lip. “You are so bad!” She said but walked closer. “You’ve no idea” he smugly replied. “You are some tart Cass!” She just nodded and got on the bed. He finished texting “goodnight to Nicole” and grabbed her pulling her over him. There and then they kissed sloppily and his hand strayed up her top almost instantly.
“Very nice room you have here” Keith looked about. “Lyla brushed her teeth in the bathroom and then entered the bedroom and shut the door. Keith stood awkwardly. “Am can I take my clothes off or?” He mumbled.
“If you must” Lyla pulled down her leggings and folded them neatly to place on a chair.
Keith glanced at her legs, and then took off his top as the lights went out. “Lyla paused to hear the bed creak above. “Tramp!” She muttered.
“Get off my side!” She kept her Star Trek t shirt on and he moved over. “This is a bit weird” Keith said as Lyla sat up to listen.
“Why does it bother you what they do? Unless.......you like Cassie!” He mused.
“Don’t be ridiculous!” She replied. She felt his body close up to hers, her back was to him. “That better not be what I think it is” she remarked as she felt his hardness through his boxers. His arms came around her and pulled her close. “Keith.....” she said softly. “I’m just cuddling” he said as he slowly began to kiss her neck.
“Come back to the Light Side” he murmured. “Keith that’s fucking creepy, stop it..........” she said as they both heard Paul’s bed creak louder. “I didn’t say stop kissing me, just don’t say weird things!” She ordered him as he began to kiss her neck softly and his hand slipped up her T shirt she ground her curvy rear to his crotch. She needed the affection, she needed to feel wanted as Zoe had left a major void and she didn’t know what to make of it. She needed the affection, and Keith may have been the bottom of the barrel but warm and wanting her he was.
Cassie kissed Paul hard as she straddled his body. He pulled off her sweater as she sat over him, her hands roaming his body. He kissed her more and pulled her over him and fondled her breasts with close attention. The bed softly, as they got more into it . Cassie slipped her hand onto his crotch and squeezed the stiffening rod within. Then she stopped. “No.....no sorry this is wrong, it’s the drink, this is wrong, sorry Paul” she got off him.
“What!” He said sitting up. Cassie shook her head and rubbed her hands over it.
“It’s wrong Paul, you have a girlfriend I’m being stupid, sorry” she was about to get up and go, as she grabbed her sweater , like a lightening bolt, Paul got to the door before her and locked the door. “No way!, you can’t just come in like that and then leave, back on the bed Cass” he took her hands.
“No Paul, it’s wrong, let me out.......let me go” he led her to bed and pushed her onto it. “Paul no!” She said but not loudly. He got on to her and kissed her mouth intensely.
As Valerie climaxed covering Zoe’s face with more wetness to add to her tears. She tugged Zoe gently by the hair and pulled her next to her, as she lay panting hard.
“Oh my darling, that was good” she breathed. “Please can I go now?” Zoe sobbed. Valerie glanced at her curiously.
“Why are you crying? This has been brilliant” she ran her hands over Zoe’s semi naked body.
“So tell me about your Trekkie girlfriend, or well we can say ex girlfriend? She asked and turned on her side to study and enjoy the sight of the broken, defeated and crying Zoe.
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Totally and utterly perfect writing. What a chapter!!
This has quite literally everything in it, you build characters up, you delve deeper into them and you give us the balance of terror we desire.
A normal night is what we think we have and the pairing off that happens during these house parties was done so well. No, I don't see what everyone sees in men like Paul either!!
Lyla being as fascinating a character as always and obviously no self respecting Trekkie would listen to that Light Side/Dark Side crap!!!
Now we start to get dark as Paul plays his part and I can't imagine what will be happening next in the house but as you are writing this I know it will be beyond brilliant.
So much happening we almost forget about Zoe... Almost. This is nasty, evil, dirty and degrading and yet I can't help but to love it. Truly a delight to read!
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Thank you Rachel. You were right it’s a fun section to write in as it’s void of rules and regulations
It’s a slow story and one close to my heart but there is some oversized eyes moments to come.
Really glad you are enjoying it and from a stellar writer and wordsmith it’s huge praise indeed
Really pleased you like the characters and be careful of the hordes or Star Wars fans with comments like that lol
Thanks again hun xxx
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Now if this was an old serial of the thirties and forties the sign would come up "next the rapes begin!" Cassie had to know that Paul wouldn't take no for an answer when she went to his room and just how naive is Lyla to think that Keith wouldn't try anything!. And As For Zoe, I've already think she a lost cause. Excellent chapter and can't wait to read just correct I am in the next chapter! Merit when the site allows!
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nasty, evil, dirty and degrading
I think Rachel said it best! That is exactly how I felt about this chapter too. Paul still being a super-douche, and Keith a close second.
As Graham surmised......"next the rapes begin!" Mmmmmm, two drunk and horny men, high on their own egos, I can't see them NOT taking from Cassie and Lyla what they want!
The tense atmosphere you've created is so captivating! I need more! LOL!
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Good grief, how did I miss this chapter? Am I ever glad I found it. That was hot and steamy, well written as always. You are really turning out some great work Jessica. Keep it up!
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Chapter VII
Valerie, carried on studying her fallen “lover” who wept quietly as the rain battered off the roof of the bedroom, which was the lair of terror it was that very room. Zoe had been attacked with and burnt with a hot iron, branding her a victim of domestic abuse for life.
Now her abuser lied next to her caressing her semi naked back. She got to the the scare on her arm.
“You know how sorry I am” that wasn’t me and I’ve been treated now my darling” Valerie said for the tenth time that night.
Zoe just lay awake and lost in a sea of dark defeat. She felt the fingers on her soft skin glide and dance around her.
“So tell me about your Trekkie girlfriend” Valerie said again. “Is she as good as me?” Her fingers tapped and ran down Zoe’s lower back and onto her buttocks making her shudder. She then felt them nestle between her thighs, and grasp at her soft heated mound as once again, Valerie hacked her defenses with confident precision.
“I.....I....she....stop.....” Zoe tried to speak but Valerie wouldn’t let her and her body once again caved into the her abusers digits. No force was needed, just a slight pressure in a certain area.
Back at number 80. The rain was far more audible, what was more audible was the bed springs of Paul and the sounds of his latest conquest. Lyla listened and as she did the kisses on her neck were becoming more and more wanting. Keith’s body was against hers and his hand had released one of her breasts from its lacy casing. His hardness was prodding against her bottom as she gyrated it further against his weapon. It was wrong, but deep down she didn’t believe in Zoe’s sudden sickness story, there was more to it than that and affection is like a drug, she just needed it. Even if it came from a man who resembled a back street dealer. She suddenly thought of her ex boyfriend Alan whom she truly loved, until... the event. As Keith worked her to a soft pant by caressing and kissing her, her darkest fantasy crept into her mind as he did every other night.
She turned to lie on her back as Keith made space for her, her hand now slipped into his boxers and began to tug the throbbing hot shaft within. He grunted as his mouth found her exposed nipple and began to suck on it, drawing more urgent breathlessness from Lyla. Keith couldn’t believe his luck, or what he felt was actually happening. Lyla’s mind was far away, though still in the bedroom, she imagined the Midnight Man commanding her, forcing her to pleasure the man next to her and it spurred her like the sexually starved being she was. Her strokes became more urgent on Keith’s manhood, as he slipped out of his boxers.
“You are a good girl Lyla” he mumbled as his own breath quickened as Lyla tugged him harder.
Then she sat up and throwing the blankets off him, lowered her face down to take his standing to attention soldier in her mouth. He sighed and held her head as her mouth took in his tip, her tongue pressing and swirling around his head.
“Oh my fucking God.....Lyla....this is awesome” he breathed.
She stopped. “Shut up! You’re ruining it!” She whispered firmly. Then she placed her mouth back where it was all the time feeling a blade against her back as her fantasies ran away with themselves.
A different sort of confrontation was going on upstairs. Paul had Cassie pinned down and even though she initially fought back she seemed quite submissive though protested his every move. She was down to her red bra and Paul’s hands had obscenely groped them as they were nothing more than there for him to squeeze and that was it. Cassie’s protests got less and less quieter.
“You little tramp!” He sneered as he bit her neck, “you come up here and then start something. Then you try to leave, you don’t want to leave” his hands tugged down her black leggings and he pulled her black thong off with them.
“Please stop......I’ll scream!” She whimpered.
“Oh you’ll scream alright!” He said as he pulled her bra down and placing his hands over her breasts. “You’ll scream for more.....” he then dropped a hand from her right breast while the other one clutched her left, as he crudely explored down her body. He reached her exposed womanhood and without warning, drove two digits within her folds. She cried out but that was muffled by his mouth.
“Shut up.....” he grunted as he slobbered over her. His fingers slowly stroked inside her and her body began to adjust but the pain was intense, and her eyes filled with tears at the intrusion. Her hands still punched feebly at him as he he weighed down on her.
“You’re wet! You whore!” He withdrew his fingers and stuck them in his own mouth.
“The taste of victory” he mused as he adjusted his weight to pull his pants and boxers down. He was hard and he guided it to her womanhood as her protests became stifled moans again to his invading mouth.
Downstairs things had gone a lot different and over a lot quicker it seemed.
“Lyla who held her own breasts and toyed with her engorged stiff nipple sucked on Keith’s throbbing member as her mind conjured up a rape fantasy. She was enjoying it and pretended Keith was her landlord and the Midnight Man watched her. She was just plotting the next act which she’d have Keith returning the favor, when it all ended with a groan from Keith, intense twitching in against her tongue and a large gush of saltiness against the back of her throat. She pulled back her mouth and took two more shots of his sticky goo in her face as he groaned and writhed in the bed. It went everywhere over her cheeks, forehead, hair and staining her hiked up Star Trek T-Shirt.
Lyla was forced to gulp the first shot down and made a face while doing so. “Then she jabbed him bringing him out of his climactic trance.
“Are you shitting me?” She sounded indignant. “Are you actually for real?”
“What?” Keith gasped. “You are bloody good!” Lyla was angry. “This is why men are useless, you couldn’t even hold on for more, you selfish prick, get out” she barked.
“Wait....what” he lent up in the bed, to see her clamber out of it. “Get your clothes and get out!” She opened her bedroom door.
“Hey I can go again, why don’t you just finger yourself a bit and.......” he was cut off. “Out, out” she barked. He got his clothes and left the room naked and sticky shaking his head. “Where will I sleep?” He asked.
“I don’t give a fuck!” She snapped and slammed the door.
Lyla wiped her face and listened to the room upstairs. She was happy he did come when he did, it prevented her from cheating, but she was enjoying the fantasy. She heard Keith walk downstairs and mutter. She got back into bed and done what he’d suggested, and resumed her dark warped midnight rape fantasy, as a real event happened in the room above.
Cassie lay staring up at the ceiling as Paul’s music played to what was now a song forever etched in her memory. She felt him enter her and though her body was shamefully ready, it still hurt. He grabbed her face to kiss as he steadily pumped into her, she tried not to let it show how her body reacted but it did and gave him murmurs of approval as it seemed to justify what he was doing. He was very vigorous and didn’t ease once only to pull out with a grunt and spray his seed over her naked navel. Then he was done and rolled off her as if she was a pillow. Lighting a cigarette and offering her one of her own. He sat back on the bed and resumed texting Nicole.
She lay in silence as the cigarette was lit by his hand then with a simple hand gesture for her to go she did taking her clothes and silence with her .
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Another intriguing chapter and another deserved merit.
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Magnificent writing!! Really impressive as you take a story which has captured my imagination and add another level of twisted intentions to it.
Zoe is trapped in her nightmare past unable to escape. Valerie gradually getting her to forget her true lover.
Paul crossing the line to a rapist mentality and Cassie will never be the same again.
Lyla feeling the need to be touched sexually no matter who is doing the touching and enjoying her rape fantasies, she would be a good addition to RU....
Loved reading about Lyla as always. One of my favourite characters you've created by far.
Totally amazing work and loving the roll you're on right now. Every merit received is a well deserved merit.
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Wow Jess. This is becoming another of your epic masterpieces. Your created the characters with such reality and detail that when they make decisions we know it is what they would do. Such great dialogue, incredible scenes, the nastiness of some characters, the helpless submission of others makes for such a dark, torrid tale. I loved Lyla kicking Keith out when he came too quick - just made me laugh. Loved your description of Paul dismissing the woman he'd just raped with a hand gesture while texting. The detail of touching Zoe's scar from previous abuse as if it was the handcuffs that held her there. All just sublime writing. Well done and sorry I've been absent, but got to read two in a row - lucky me!!
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Another chapter showing us how to write a rape scene from different perspectives. Lyla loving what is happening until his in ability to hold back to Cassie's classic reaction to being raped. Throw in the domination of Zoe by Valerie and one has to wonder just where all this is coming from- an active imagination or a deep hidden story of personal experience! All I know is the winners from this is we the readers! Merit when allowed to!
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Hot and steamy, just the way we like em. A great chapter Jessica. Loved the back and forth of the two different rooms. Great perspectives.
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Thank you so much for supporting this work.
It’s a deep story and yes, some parts are heavily influenced by my Real life.
Others are complete fabricated fantasy I’ll keep you guessing.
Again thank you it means a lot and inspires me to write more.
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Chapter VIII
Zoe once again fell into a cascade of regretful and disturbing orgasmic aftermath in the hands of the woman who’d scarred her for life. Her whole body clenched up as she felt the weakening waves take over her slowly from behind as Valerie gently caressed her clit. Finishing her assault with an even more gentle loving kiss on Zoe’s neck.
“I’d never forgotten how beautiful you are my darling” Valerie whispered as she pulled her victim close. “I do love you very much” Valerie wiped a tear, or played out the action of doing so. Zoe under quick breaths and distressed sobs just lay on her side unable to move, unable to speak. It was familiar territory, but one she’d never ever imagined to visit again.
“So do you love me, still Zoe? I know you love Lyla but do you love me” Valerie soft refined educated voice was the speech of nightmares.
Zoe remained silent she’d been mentally dragged back into that house, she also been dragged to that mindset of “not saying anything”.
“Lyla must be something” Valerie softly carried on. “A real sparky I bet, she works at that charming restaurant, I know, and you know I know that” Valerie’s tone began to get dangerous. Zoe gulped.
“Please stay away from us, from me, Lyla is like me, we’ve both been through so much, please if you love me......” Zoe’s voice a mere whimper.
“Don’t you dare.....Zoe!” Valerie’s tone changed suddenly to the familiar hostile one that heralded irrational inflictions.
Valerie took a deep breath as if to control herself, and then stroked Zoe’s long brown strands. “Please don’t say that to me......we had that agreement, or I can go on about how much I sacrificed to be with you, do you want me to go down that lane?” Valerie held Zoe close and tight, it wasn’t love it was total emotional captivity.
Lyla slept soundly after her frenzied fantasies. She had no idea in the room next to her Cassie stared at the ceiling in silence, she was no longer crying, the realization of what just happened hadn’t even registered.
She didn’t want to leave her room for the rest of that long night, not even to wash the shame off her, which she wanted to more than anything, but she couldn’t leave her solace. She just stared as the night seemed to stare back at her with narrow eyes of judgement.
The next morning. Lyla was up early and came down to put on her coffee, she wasn’t working but was never one for staying in bed. She passed the still scruffy form of Keith who slumbered on the couch. With absolute disregard for his quality of sleep, she banged her mug on the table and slammed cupboards looking for the jar of coffee.
She filled the kettle and studied her phone. Still not a word, from Zoe. She texted her a curt but offish “good morning” and put her phone down the front of her stained Star Trek t shirt.
“Why don’t you make a bit more noise” a gruff voice said in the room behind her.
Keith’s face looked up with bloodshot eyes and pale skin.
“Oh sorry Keith, I didn’t know you were there” Lyla lied as she stirred her mug.
“Yeah right, what was all that about last night? I mean you got all weird, I can’t help it if you give a great blowie” he smirked. Lyla rolled her eyes.
“Right, Keith!” She started and her tone was shrill and firm. “Last night never happened ok, take what you got from it and leave it at that” she said as she sipped her coffee.
“Never happened” she repeated as if she was talking to herself.
“Oh well, I’ll still tell the story of your perfect lips” Keith still smirked.
Lyla shook her head. “No you won’t......never happened” she said again.
“Well What will you do for that sort of silence?” Keith sat up and looked very much awake. He was still in his boxers.
Lyla rolled her eyes.
“Well Keith, unless you don’t ever want these perfect lips around your spring loaded weapon ever again. You’ll stay quiet and, remember,.....nothing happened” she said as she looked away from his barely clothed body.
“Oh really.....that’s sounds acceptable to me” he said , as she was starting to hate that smirk by the second.
“So when will the next time be then?” He asked eagerly hoping it would be that minute.
“I’ll let you know, and I’d work your on endurance for the next time if I were you” then it was Lyla’s turn to smirk. “Or you’re going to have spend a lot of nights on this couch”.
Keith just nodded blankly and then changed the subject.
“I wonder how Cassie feels after being ‘Pauled’ out of it?” He asked with a silly grin. The blind admiration he had for Paul was his most repulsive feature to Lyla.
“Well she was in her room this morning, I heard her moving about, not worthy to stay in the Paul-sty of a bedroom I guess” Lyla carried on drinking her coffee.
Keith struggled into his clothes.
“How does he do it the lucky sod?” Keith put on his shoes.
Lyla shrugged. “I don’t know he must force himself on them, as I wouldn’t be caught dead in bed with him and you’re living proof my standards have dropped”.she mused. Keith shook his head at her.
A muse it was, as much as it was the truth.
Zoe fell asleep when, she didn’t know, Valerie was still speaking softly and caressing her soft skin as she did. She awoke wishing the previous night was a bad dream, however it was the bed of evil indeed. The black satin sheets did little more than to symbolize the darkness of what she’d allowed to happen to her. Valerie opened the door and wearing a short black and red negligee she came in with a tray containing two glasses of orange and a hot bowl of porridge with jam swirled into it. Zoe’s favorite, Also two plates of eggs In a basket. Zoe who still wearing her sky blue lingerie she’d intended for Lyla, looked bleary and beaten as Valerie placed the tray on the bed.
“I think you deserve this.....my darling” she said in her authoritarian tone. “It’s your favorite, no one else you know can do eggs like this, you told me that yourself, Also there is coffee brewing downstairs and I got your favorite magazine in too” she handed her an issue of Vogue.
“I’d have bought flowers, but.....well there wasn’t anywhere good to get them open yet, and my darling only deserves the best.
She said as she snuggled up to Zoe who withered at her presence.
“So I think today, we’ll have this lovely breakfast, then maybe get ready and go for a girly day together, see if I can get a spa appointment” she ran her hands through Zoe’s hair. “We need to get this sorted, you look so much more you when your hair is done up, in that bun the way I like” she got up and Zoe sat in silence.
Valerie opened her wardrobe and took out a black pencil skirt and a white blouse.
“Wear these today and we’ll collect your things later, and tonight I’ll get your favorite film, Pretty Woman on the box and we can watch it together, wine for you, water for me” she joked.
Zoe gulped and shook her head as the tears formed. “No.....I’m going home, please let me go home” she began to cry and buried her face into the sheets of the bed.
“Oh my darling......my darling...” Valerie put her arm around her “Its scary....but Zoe” she gently stroked the tear soaked cheeks of Zoe’s face. “You are home” she cradled the sobbing woman’s head into her bosom and gently stroked her hair in a maternal way.
“Please don’t cry Zoe, you’ll set me off if you cry, we can make this work, I can never pay back what I done, that scar is there to remind me always of my own failures, but I’m good now, I need you Zoe, I’ve always needed you” she held her face up and kissed Zoe’s tears licking the salty taste around her lips.
“Val.....you cant take it back.....you can’t that scar will remind me forever of your brutality and I let it happen.....this is messed up, this is.....rape” Zoe wailed heavily.
Valerie took a deep personal notice that Zoe had called her Val, she called her that when they were together.
“Oh my darling, don’t be silly, you always do say such silly things when you are upset, rape indeed, you can’t say that Zoe. You can’t mean that, I have not forced you to be here, that was long lost love last night, it was real to you and it was real to me” Valerie released her and got off the bed.
“It’s rape” Zoe snapped hysterically.
Valerie’s soft sincere features hardened.
“Zoe......don’t be silly with me, how can you say that” now Valerie sounded hysterical.
“I have worked in the sexual assault treatment centre of this diabolical city, Ive seen some pretty fucking awful things as you know, the faces of those people that will haunt me, women with horrific internal injuries, women who wanted to end their lives. Kids.....Zoe, fucking children......how dare you coat yourself in their helplessness” she then wiped her own tears and sat on the bed. “Now you’ve made me cry.....you self centered bitch” she sniffed and then it was Zoe who put her arms around Valerie.
“I’m so so sorry Val” she cried into her ex lovers shoulder. “I know those nights at that place led you onto the drink. I’m so sorry I’m just a selfish spoilt little cow” she held Valerie close.
Valerie got up and sighed drying her eyes with her hand.
“It’s ok, your emotions always make you say silly things, no matter how much you hurt me with words I’ll always love you. I’m going to get the coffee, you have your breakfast and have a shower, you smell like last night” she smirked the last part.
Zoe nodded. “We can save today, sex is important but I just want you to hold me and be held by you, that’s all” Valerie smiled her old smile at Zoe. She left to walk out the door.
“By the way, I’ll leave it to you to tell Lyla that you’re done with her, our relationship sank and she was a good lifeboat but the ship is back afloat” Valerie always seemed to like the sea and her nautical metaphors always crept into conversation.
Zoe’s heart sank, as Valerie threw her, her mobile phone.
“Put her out of her misery, she doesn’t deserve to be led on like this, be gentle with her Zoe, I’ve no more to say on it really, I do love you” she left and didn’t wait for Zoe’s response.
She didn’t need to. Zoe fell back into the bed sobbing as she summoned up the courage to text Lyla. What she would say she didn’t know.
She had now capitulated to the atomic bomb of guilt ridden emotion and her life was now being annexed by the most dangerous of regimes.
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Oh this was extraordinary writing Jess!! Truly the morning after the terror before and we are shown the aftermath in the undiluted light of the sun.
Cassie coming to terms with what sort of man Paul really is. I can only hope that this is the wake-up call she needs to keep her distance from him.
Lyla once again being the central point of my attention and her attitude towards Keith is perfect. I love the playful part of her so much and can't wait to see what she gets up to next. Easily one of my favourite characters!!!
This situation with Zoe and Valerie is as depraved as a story comes and only your mind could come up with this sort of dialogue, you know I love dialogue!!!
Planning their perfect day together as if nothings happened and like a true psychological terrorist turns it all to never being her fault. Awesome writing!
This is turning into one of my most loved stories from you. Please accept my deepest thanks for this.
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Christ I would love to see Valerie meet up with Mad Maid Marion. What a depraved character who seems to know just what buttons to push with Zoe. Surprised She isn't the one going to see Lyla in person to tell her that Zoe is better off with her than you! Hell I could see her trying to seduce Lyla so she could fully control Zoe!. Love the way you have Cassie reacting, withdrawing to a space of solitude like that is so spot on! Merit from me for this part when possible!
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Sizzling hot, and what a well written chapter. "as I wouldn’t be caught dead in bed with him and you’re living proof my standards have dropped”.she mused." I laughed out loud at that line. Just great writing Jessica.
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Thank you so much for all the supportive words. Will get back to this and others soon as thank you.
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I am commenting on both of the last chapters, Jess.
“Please stop......I’ll scream!” She whimpered.
“Oh you’ll scream alright!” He said as he pulled her bra down and placing his hands over her breasts. “You’ll scream for more.....” he then dropped a hand from her right breast while the other one clutched her left, as he crudely explored down her body. He reached her exposed womanhood and without warning, drove two digits within her folds. She cried out but that was muffled by his mouth.
“Shut up.....” he grunted as he slobbered over her. His fingers slowly stroked inside her and her body began to adjust but the pain was intense, and her eyes filled with tears at the intrusion. Her hands still punched feebly at him as he he weighed down on her.
“You’re wet! You whore!” He withdrew his fingers and stuck them in his own mouth.
“The taste of victory” he mused as he adjusted his weight to pull his pants and boxers down. He was hard and he guided it to her womanhood as her protests became stifled moans again to his invading mouth.
Just love the casual brutality of this scene. Paul just being such a disgusting lout. You can see he cares nothing whatsoever for Cassie's pleasure. Everything he does is for his own sick satisfaction.Makes us hate him even more!
And the way Valerie demeans and belittles Zoe. She really is the evil female version of Paul,I think. When Zoe tries to tell Valerie that what she is doing is rape and Valerie chides her for having the audacity to compare herself to other rape victims, “I have worked in the sexual assault treatment centre of this diabolical city, Ive seen some pretty fucking awful things as you know, the faces of those people that will haunt me, women with horrific internal injuries, women who wanted to end their lives. Kids.....Zoe, fucking children......how dare you coat yourself in their helplessness” she then wiped her own tears and sat on the bed. “Now you’ve made me cry.....you self centered bitch” she sniffed and then it was Zoe who put her arms around Valerie.
“I’m so so sorry Val” she cried into her ex lovers shoulder. “I know those nights at that place led you onto the drink. I’m so sorry I’m just a selfish spoilt little cow” she held Valerie close. The way Valerie just takes whatever Zoe says and twists it around to make herself become the victim....just brilliant!
I also really liked how Lyla treats Keith. Really shot him down and made him look like such an inadequate fool. He really had it coming though, figuring he was such a ladies' man. Altogether, I have so enjoyed reading this Jess and it just continues to demonstrate to us what a powerful writer you are!
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Just dazzlingly brilliant. Psychological,erotic drama. I love it. The interplay in the relationships. Depraved narcissists, hopeless suffering. Jess you are turning this up with every addition. Making it one of your best. Well done
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Wow thanks for all the words, , thanks so much, I’m so grateful
Back writing despite the worry in the world.
Jess xx
Now for chapter Nine.
Chapter IX
After getting showered and getting changed into some casual attire Lyla returned to the main room below. Keith was still sprawled out on the couch. Lyla gave him a nudge. “Come on at some point today I’m going to want my couch back. Keith gave her a sleepy grin. Always room for you to join me” he chuckled.
Lyla shook her head. “Wow, you really are a chancer aren’t you” she said as she sat across from him.
Then Paul staggered down in his boxers and like a zombie went into the kitchen and carried on his morning routine, with an aggressive opening of the fridge, a gulp of someone’s liquid, and a large belch followed by the slam of the fridge door. He walked out and noticed Keith on the couch. “I thought you were in there mate , told ya, she’s not into blokes”
He said as once again he helped himself to Keith’s cigarettes and lit one up. Keith smirked and was about to speak.
“Paul, outside with that!” Lyla fumed.
“Why? This place is a shithole as it is, my fag isn’t going to to change anything, and we all smoke” he studied Lyla. “Now don’t you get all moody with me today, I know it’s a raw deal being dumped, but why don’t you just move on, she has and leave it at” he inhaled his cigarette and coughed.
“Just stay out of it Paul, it’s nothing to do with you for a start” Lyla snapped. Keith sat up again. “So how did it go with Cassie?” he asked with the same unbearable admiration in his voice as previously.
“We all know” Lyla said with scorn.
Paul ignored her. “Well, she came looking for me, found me, and you know the rest, I’m sure, won’t be going back there she did just lie there like a bag of potatoes, nothing amazing, and it was no contest” he smugly added.
“My god, the way you talk, have you no shame?” Lyla asked shaking her head
“Hey it takes two right, shes just as shameful as I’m supposed to be, she came after me, and she got what she wanted” Paul gave Keith a fist pump as his friend verbally applauded him.
“The point is.......” Lyla started slowly as the to men looked at her with contempt.
“He has a girlfriend and......” she paused as they both rolled their eyes.
“Bloody pigs of men!” She exclaimed and stormed out.
“Thank god for that” Paul smirked as she stormed up the stairs, I thought I was about to get another lecture, on toxic masculinity”
Keith laughed and they discussed the weekend.
“Nicole has booked at hotel for the night out in the countryside as a surprise, so that’s my plan” Paul said. “Get to the gym and sun beds and I’ll be on my way” he grinned.
“Wow, that was nice of her” Keith shook his head. “And after all you do behind her back” the two of them both laughed as it was the joke of the century.
“What’s your plan mate?” Paul asked the lazing Keith. He shrugged. “Pub, footie, see if I can get a bit of skirt.....” he paused and sat up.
“Though if I play my cards right, I think I can entice Lyla to get on the right side my cock” he said hopefully. He wanted to tell Paul of the previous night, but felt it in his best interest not to.
“You’ll get nowhere there” Paul scoffed.
“Told you, she ain’t into the cock” he sneered. “Besides, why bother? You can surely do better that that feminist slug?”
“Don’t be dick” Keith said almost protectively.
“Oh my god, you actually fancy her don’t you” Paul mocked and lit up another cigarette. “Go for it mate, good luck, tell me how it was, but don’t blame me if I get sick thinking of it” he jeered.
Lyla wiped the tears from her face as she heard the two talk. She was happy Paul was gone for the night. She was angry with Zoe and kept looking at her phone for an answer at least, but there was none.
She put on her clothes, a casual white top and tight figure hugging jeans. As much as she was angry at Keith for being friends with Paul, she admired that he stood up for her in the marginal way that he did. However she had no interest in his inevitable advances that weekend.
She wanted one thing and that was an answer. She was thinking of calling to Zoe’s apartment to see if she was there. She rang her phone again, and it just rang out.
Lyla flopped back on her bed and began to cry out of desperation when a timid knock sounded from her door.
Sighing in annoyance she answered with hasty and sharp “What?” containing her
sobs.
“Sorry it’s me” came the gentle, scared whisper of Cassie. Lyla got up, wiped her eyes, and opened the door. She wanted all the information from the night before. She saw Cassie, standing, her own face tearful . She walked into the room.
As tearful as Cassie was, it was her who asked Lyla about her obvious distress.
“Oh, you’ve been crying?” She said lowly.
“Oh it’s nothing” Lyla sniffed. “Just worried about Zoe, that’s all. A million thoughts going through my head, it’s not easy when all I hear is people cheating on their girlfriends” she couldn’t help saying the last part.
Cassie looked down at the floor with shame. They heard Paul walk up the stairs and return to his room, where the music was switched on and began its loud echoing vibrations through the house.
Cassie looked fearful.
“So......” Lyla asked. “Can I help you?”
Cassie’s eyes filled up and she wanted to speak. “Look don’t blame yourself chick” Lyla began. “It’s easily done, a new house, away from parents and other restrictions....the booze, it’s easily done” she patted Cassie’s arm. Who remained silent and shameful.
“You just have to remember, he won’t ever care for you, he doesn’t care for anyone but himself, you saw he had another girl in his bed Thursday night. You haven’t met his girlfriend yet, that’s the type of man he is” Lyla thought she sounded quite reasonable. She smiled and tried to make light of the situation.
“I must say though, you move fast, I didn’t think you’d be in bed with him by the second night staying here, he does have that dangerous appeal I suppose, that’s all I can put together why so many women fall at his feet” Lyla looked at herself in the mirror and didn’t notice Cassie’s tears falling.
“It could get awkward but you need to be strong if it’s just sex then I’ll warn you......” she stopped and saw how upset Cassie was.
“What’s the matter she asked?” Putting her arms around her.
“I......just made a huge mistake......Lyla” she sobbed. “A huge mistake , and I feel so........used....I’m sorry ” she cried into Lylas shoulder. Lyla held her and could only agree not knowing the real truth of what Cassie said all the while the rapist in the room above paced about talking to his girlfriend as if she actually mattered to him.
Zoe had showered and got into a clean set of black lacy underwear Valerie still had belonging to her. She left her phone ring and ignored three more concerned texts from Lyla, the last being less friendly and was blunt as a rusty blade. “Do what you want, be silent and enjoy hurting me” was the last words Lyla had sent.
With trembling hands, Zoe tried to text her but fell down on the bed that was a battleground of a lost war and cried which such distress, and verbal anguish that Valerie ran in and held her lovers head in her arms stroking her dark brown hair.
“It’s ok my darling, it’s not easy, I know, I had to let my husband go in similar ways” she said with a careful caring whisper.
“Cry now, and act later, or act now and cry later, I’d prefer if you cry now actually” she said as she brought Zoe’s quivering lips to meet hers. Zoe sobbed as she received the kiss, and Valerie pushed her back on the bed. Valerie,coated her face with kisses and began to unbutton her own light purple blouse.
Any attempt by Zoe to protest was silenced by a kiss and then her hands were pinned down by Valerie’s as she lay on top her working at her neck, her slender body pressed down on the near naked one of Zoe’s, letting her silky nylon clad legs knee open Zoe’s. Her lipstick left smears all over Zoe’s neck as she seemed to sensually remove any resistance from Zoe’s body.
“Come my darling, I’ll make you feel better” she gasped as she carefully squeezed Zoe’s right breast as Zoe looked away the wetness of her tears replaced by another moistness between her legs. She tried to speak but couldn’t, as she felt Valerie’s intrusive mouth and venom oozing tongue work down her navel once again, and with her teeth tug down the soft fabric that was supposed to be of some defense. There was non, and Valerie owned and won another battle with little words yet with a powerful tongue.
Zoe couldn’t even pretend to keep quiet she writhed and panted on the bed as her body was pushed to its limits by her ex lovers. “Oh.......no.....no......god....oh....” she yelled as her body convulsed into another forced frenzy of orgasm. As she lay on the bed panting and heavily breathing, with glassy eyes and weak limbs, she didn’t notice Valerie, take an item into her hand, and face it with a cheeky and dangerous, no nonsense smirk. Zoe didn’t notice the flash of light, that even Valerie wasn’t expecting from the camera.
She would however notice later, the message that was sent from her phone to Lylas, of Valerie’s victorious face between Zoe’s legs as she laid with post orgasm bliss, however reluctant.
With the words. “Bye Lyla, Wish You Were Her”. Only followed by the send button from a moist finger.
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Can just imagine how Lyla is going to take that picture after being raped by Keith. Love how despicable Paul is acting in the house, wonder how he would act if Cassie showed up at his weekend hook up? Can't wait for more and of course Merit awarded
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Another stellar chapter. Loved the banter between Paul and Keith. Excellent work on this Jessica. Merit easily given
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As certain as it is that the clock strikes midnight I feel that same certainty when I read a chapter from you that I will be entertained and have my senses taken to new and spectacular heights. Amazingly well written chapter that reads as if I am sitting uncomfortably in the corner of the room watching a scene play out on front of me.
As has been mentioned before I think that the way you write these characters is beyond brilliant. They are real people and we see their quirks and flaws, their likes and dislikes, their fantasies and their downfalls. Dialogue is always your forte and this had it in spades as we deal with the after effects of the nights activities.
Lyla becoming a very complex character and I loved the line she delivers to Zoe in her final text. Easily my line of the chapter in this instance.
Zoe and Valerie's story has just taken the most spiteful turn possible and I can only imagine what Lyla is going to think when she sees that picture. I can imagine my reaction so lets see what you bring to the table!!
Awesome chapter and wonderful to have you back writing this during these very dark times. Thank you dearly xx
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Dark and depraved again. Wonderful writing and creative drama. Brilliant dialogue showing us the aftermath and the ongoing trauma. Love the end, and cant wait for Lyla's response. You have created such tension with Cassie and Paul, fascinating dynamics with Keith. Awesome work.
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Paul is a piece of shit! Valerie is a female piece of shit! :emot_rotf.gif: There, I've had my say! You are such a master at writing characters we want to, and indeed enjoy, hating! Loved this chapter and how we are shown even more the brutal misogynistic attitudes of Paul. And the last little bit with Zoe and Valerie....wow! Pure vindictiveness.
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Thanks so much all, such lovely words from all top authors.
More coming right up xxx
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Chapter X
Zoe sat up, still puffy faced and short of breath. Valerie had gone into the bathroom and fixed herself up.
Zoe caught her phone and looked at the text that came through with wide eyes of horror. It was one word, four letters and hit Zoe harder than Valerie ever could.
“Scum!” Was all Lyla has sent.
Zoe cried as her hands trembled trying to send a reply. Valerie came in again applying fresh lip gloss.
“What now? I think it’s time you got ready for our day my darling” she spoke softly, and deep down one could see in her eyes she enjoyed seeing Zoe so flustered and desperate.
“H.....h....how could you.....how could you do this to me......to us?” Zoe held the phone as she shook frantically.
Valerie’s eyes narrowed. She took a deep breath and then sighed.
“Us?” She said darkly. The only “us” is you and I, and don’t say such ungrateful things, I done you a favor, and it’s true, you would wish Lyla was me, If you ever saw her again, which I don’t think you will. It’s good that I was here to do that for you, you lack strength Zoe, you always have, but that’s ok, some are born to be leaders and some are born to be lead. My husband was the same, a weak man” she sat down on the bed.
“You’ve broken her heart......she’ll never forgive me. She loved me and I her” Zoe blurted.
Valerie patted Zoe patronizingly.
“Of course you do darling, that’s why you canceled your date with her, came to my house and made love to me all night, yes indeed you love Lyla a lot as you show it”
Valerie caressed Zoe’s scar again as if she was drawn to it.
“It wasn’t that way......” Zoe exclaimed.
“You.....you.....made.....” she stammered at Valerie’s narrowing eyes and her pursed lips of silent controlled agitation.
“Oh yes, you were forced to come here and do all that. I just grabbed you off the street and bundled you into my car and had my way with you. All with my 5ft 4 brute strength. You survived my tongue, while you fought me off with yours. I don’t think it’s going to make the paper somehow” Valerie could be sarcastic.
“But.....you.....” Zoe tried so hard to speak.
“Enough!” Valerie said firmly and Zoe knew when to be quiet.
“No more of this performance, now get ready, I have laid your clothes, out, I think it’s tights weather so take a pair of my black ones. I’ll be down below” she kissed Zoe’s tear smeared cheek. “It’s ok, I know it’s hard but after today and a few more like it, you’ll see why Lyla was never the one for you”. She was about to leave, but then stop to take Zoe’s phone.
“Best if I have this, until you begin to think straight” without word Zoe gave it to her, and Valerie left. Zoe collapsed onto the bed and sobbed as loudly as she had the first time Valerie had attacked her.
One minute Cassie was trying her best to tell Lyla of what happened with Paul. Was about to reveal he in fact forced her into bed with him. When Lyla got a text and there and then Cassie saw a person break. Lyla shook, and cried out holding her palm over her mouth as she did. With trembling fingers she wrote back a reply to a text and then chucked her phone across the room and turned away before she even saw it break into two pieces.
“Oh my god, what is it?” Cassie asked as Lyla fell onto her bed in a fit of hysterical overwhelming emotional distress.
“She......she.....her, fucking with her......” Lyla took deep breaths and cuddled her pillow.
Cassie sat on her bed. “Zoe?” She asked all of a sudden her one distress with Paul seemed irrelevant
Lyla just nodded as she wiped her tears on the pillow that was the only form of any acceptable comfort.
“What did she do?” Cassie felt she knew the answer.
Lyla shook her head as her tears continued to stream out of her.
She broke my heart Cassie, please just leave me” she sobbed. Cassie couldn’t leave her like that.
“Oh I’m sorry Lyla” she sat on the bed and felt her own tears return. The emotion of it all brought them up to the surface. She laid next to Lyla and held her as Lyla cried. Cassie silently weeped from behind.
“She got back with her ex, her ex that abused her, she actually went back to her, she wasn’t sick, I knew it Cassie, but I just......” she began to cry again.
“Didn’t think she’d do that to me, I thought I saved her, but how little she thought of me” Lyla shook as her heart broke.
“What a bitch” whispered Cassie with a lump in her throat.
Lyla then stopped and turned to face Cassie who tried to wipe her eyes before Lyla saw.
“Yes....bitch isn’t she....and so is Valerie, imagine going off with someone when you know they have someone in their lives?” Lyla’s tears had subsided.
Cassie gulped as she knew what Lyla was getting at.
“Lyla.....it wasn’t that way....it was...” she began only to get cut off by Lyla’s narrowed blue bloodshot eyes.
“It never is though is it? I’m sure Zoe will have an excuse too as for Valerie she is nothing more than a parasite. Who feeds of misery and makes misery” Lyla gazed at Cassie who now felt nervous.
“If you want to weep here and be on my side, and give me some form of sisterhood then stop being such a hypocrite yourself” Lyla spoke so cold.
“Lyla.....please....” Cassie began.
“I don’t want to hear it, I don’t know you Cassie. All I know is you are willing to sleep with another woman’s partner and then try and cry my tears. So a word of advice, you don’t know me and I’m not sure you’ll want to know me, but one thing I don’t like is a fake, so next time you want to be that caring friend who condemns others, check your own greenhouse. Soon you’ll have to look Nicole in the eye too. Oh yes, you haven’t met her yet, she’ll be around soon to see HER boyfriend, as much of a rat he is.
Do you get what I’m saying?” Lyla didnt even know why she was suddenly so hard on Cassie, she was guilty of wrongdoing herself with Keith and that played in her mind too.
Cassie burst into tears. “Lyla.....please don’t do this” she cried.
“Just leave me alone Cassie” Lyla turned away from her, and took out her diary out of a drawer and began to write.
“Sorry.....” whispered Cassie and as she left. Slamming shut her room as she fled to it.
“So what was all that about then?” Paul crept into her room. Still half dressed front the waist up.
Lyla wiped her eyes as she wrote the destruction of her relationship in her book.
“Oh God....give me strength” she said gazing up to the ceiling.
“I’ve just had to deal with your hypocritical fuck buddy from last night, I don’t want to deal with you, can you just all leave me alone” Lyla exclaimed.
Paul closed the door. “It’s Zoe isn’t it? I told you when I first met you, she wasn’t to be trusted, I could smell a snake” he did say that as she remembered.
“Well it takes one to know one Paul” Lyla snapped at him.
He didn’t answer but looked at her phone in pieces on the floor of the room.
“Why did you do that? That was a pretty expensive phone, dramatic much” he added.
Lyla glared at him. “Have you a reason to be here, or just come to tell me how right you are?” She went back to writing.
“No.....just came to see if you are alright that’s all.......and what was Cassie saying?” He looked out the window.
“Don’t worry Paul, she didn’t tell me about your tic tac between your legs” Lyla didn’t even look at him.
Paul laughed. “Nothing about a tic tac but if you want to see size, I can just show you now” he joked.
“No thank you, I feel sick as it is” Lyla, controlled a sob.
“Look Paul, I’ve been hurt pretty bad this morning, can you please leave me alone, the last thing I want is to talk to a cheater like you, and put on a bloody top, no one wants to see your chest” Lyla rarely asked Paul for anything.
Paul flexed his chest in the mirror not paying her much attention.
“Just because you are a failed dyke, and I’m only a cheater if I get caught. My advice to you is get over that Zoe thing, lose yourself a bit, don’t look back and have no regrets. Trouble is with you lot, you get too attached and emotionally invested” he said the last part sneeringly
“Thanks for the useless advice Paul, I have a mind , a heart and a soul, three things you don’t have” Lyla put her pen down and gave him a “go away” face.
Paul laughed in his smug way.
“Then have a lovely time, crying over the lack of rug munching , and writing pointless crap, in a book. You can’t change things or who people are” he walked out.
“Have a lovely time giving Nicole chlamydia” Lyla called out and shut to door to ignore the course verbal gesture Paul threw back over her weight.
She locked the door and put on music on her iPod. She cursed her broken phone.
The iPod played the playlist titled “STEFANI” and the 90s rock music emitted from the speaker.
Lyla stripped and opened her wardrobe putting on a lacy purple set of underwear, and rubbed down her body, then she took out a black Green Day American Idiot T shirt, and threw it on. She went back to her underwear drawer and taking out a pair of purple fishnet tights she wriggled into them.
Then finally she bent under her bed and pulled out a checkered black and purple miniskirt and squeezed into it with a struggle as it wasn’t hers. After half an hour of applying heavy black eye make up and purple lipstick. She set up her laptop and pointed the webcam at her. Finally putting on a black peaked cap, and leather jacket, she posed with sexual suggestiveness at the camera. She was on all fours on the bed as she licked her lips as she imagined the Midnight Man making her act like the slut she pretended she was.
Finally she lost herself on the bed, overcome by grief and a sick, but oozing desire. Her fantasy was awakened as she felt up her skirt and through the fishnets, and lacy panties, she caressed her wetness as the music played. The tune, was Stefani’s favorite, Black Hole Sun by Soundgarden.
As it played Lyla slowly sang it as she had many times before and as it played she played. Her fingers deep inside, her gasps between words as she forgot the world and it’s cruelty outside. Her t shirt pulled up by her hands as she squeezed and fondled herself, wishing more than anything this wasn’t a solo act.
She was the victim of herself and her hand was the aggressor. She eased her pressure and worked her clit to its tingling sensations she controlled.
“Black Hole Sun, Won’t You Come
And Wash Away The Rain,
Black Hole Sun Won’t You Come
Won’t You Come”
She breathed as she came with the lyrics of her friends favorite song, her one time friend Stefani and now the most sordid of fantasies Lyla now cosplayed as her body tensed up and her purple lacy panties took the full brunt of her ejaculating desire. Her toes curling inside the purple fishnet tights, that also weren’t hers.
“Won’t You Come”
the lyrics heralded the end of the song, as her climax ended.
She lay in her hot mess, the performance or both victim and rapist over as she panted as another tune started.
Then Lyla realized what she was and where she was in life. Then the only hot and wet sensation belonged to her eyes that flowed helplessly.
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God I want Lyla and Valerie to meet and have Zoe come to her senses and attack her for treating Lyla like that! Like how outright hostile her words were to both Cassie and Paul and absolutely honest she was with them. Nasty sex scene that only a female could write! Merit awarded from me!
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Outstanding piece of writing which has continued to grip us in your hold and force feed us mental and psychological depravity and issues of abuse not just through physical rape but emotional distress as well.
The situation between Zoe and Valerie continues to get darker and now not only is Valerie dressing her captive but not even deeming her worth making decisions with her phone.
The highlight was the dialogue and what a conversation we were treated to. You have made these characters as real as possible and I can actually see these playing out in a real world environment.
Your stories always give us the hook at the end and this one got my tingles on!! Playing with a few of my personal fantasies as well and the metaphors employed themselves extremely well.
A wonderful universe being created here and may it continue to be a favourite.
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Another classic chapter. Love that included "Black Hole Sun" one of my favorite tunes. Loved the banter between Paul and Lyla too. Another merit earned
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Glad you all liked this.
Sorry if it’s not for everyone, it is slow paced and character driven but with a lot of sex involved.
Black Hole Sun is one of my favorite songs and most certainly a song I’ve made love to when playing over the years
So it fits!!
Next chapter right up and thank you so so much for the comments and merits they make it all worth the while.
Xxxxx
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Chapter XI
The day passed and with it Zoe’s further descent back into the life she had, a life before Lyla. A life that tested her most inner spirit and broke it. Spa days were a common thing with Valerie, being spoilt with expensive gifts, being wined and dined in romantic settings were too. Almost as common as the feelings of dread, guilt, and Valerie’s way of making it always Zoe’s fault.
Now dressed in the attire that Valerie selected, a white blouse and black tight fitting pencil skirt that boasted a slit showing off her glossy black nylon clad legs and standing tall in the shiny black heels. She looked a woman of power and confidence. She was anything but, merely a puppet to a mistress who replicated her stance and donned a similar smart outfit.
She even took a photo of them together, before they set off to the Spa.
Zoe didn’t smile, her make up covered her dying light only slightly. Being Zoe’s own phone that took the picture, made her even more uneasy.
Valerie had packed a bag and asked Zoe to put it into the boot of her BMW.
Zoe did what she was asked. Then she got into the front seat, just like old times.
“I chose the Green Falls Resort in Bestwood, well you always wanted to go there, so I booked it last night” Valerie drove as they left the leafy lane and out towards the outskirts of Nottingham and into the countryside.
“Can I have my phone back please, I want to text my Mum” Zoe said sadly. Her hand hide most of her face as if she was hiding being seen the vehicle.
“Already done that for you my darling” Valerie said as she concentrated on he road, turning on a music station.
“Wh.....what?” Zoe gulped and her eyes filled with tears for the 50th time that morning.
“Done it already and I said you loved her very much. I guess she hates me too, but in time she’ll be happy her daughter is happy, and I’ll make you happy Zoe, I promise” she smiled with such a sincere caring warm expression, anyone but Zoe could be forgiven for being fooled.
“Lighten up my darling, it’s the weekend, I’m not back to work, until Tuesday, and I bet you can guess what that means.....go on my Dove, guess!” She licked her lips.
Zoe was just speechless.
“We can be together for all that time. I suppose you won’t want to go back to that apartment. Has she been ever been there?” Valerie asked.
Zoe nodded. “Just once” she said in a troubled tone.
“Just once, but once is enough, yes I think you’ll give your notice and that will be that, move in with me again. You can keep that job at the library but.......” she paused.
“But.......?” Zoe slowly asked her mind unable to comprehend how fast Valerie was controlling her again, yet she was accepting it.
“I will do some research and maybe get you on the NHS payroll. You can do some of the admin surely, though I don’t know would you be able ” she smirked.
“No I like my job, I liked my life can you just let me go! If you love me you’ll.....” she was cut off as Valerie pulled the car over to a small lay by and brought it to sudden sharp halt.
“Get out then, GET OUT!!!” Valerie screamed at her.
Zoe was shocked. “Not here, Valerie no.....no please” she begged.
Valerie’s eyes filled with tears.
“I begged you, not to say those words, never say those words, you spiteful spoilt cow. I begged you....” Valerie wiped her eyes.
“Val......” Zoe began and reached out to her mistress.
“No......get away” Valerie swiped her hand away with an aggressive flick of her own hand.
“Get out....” Valerie whispered. “Go back to Lyla, I don’t want you, you don’t care for me at all. Just another guilt trip, playing with my emotions. I’m trying so hard to make things right, Zoe” she hit her head off the steering wheel.
“You....you don’t want me?” Zoe was alarmed.
“No...I did, I love you and you know it, you use it against me, if I love you, I’d take you on a nice day out, treat you like a true soulmate that’s what I’d do. Yet you don’t want it!”
Zoe tried to speak.
“I gave up drink, that that was hard for me, I gave up my husband, put my job under scrutiny, I did it all for you. My parents didn’t want to know me after I threw my marriage away for you.....” Valerie sobbed.
“Yet you sit there pretending you’re some sort of victim, some sort of martyr, how dare you!” Valerie went on.
“You rub it in my face, you’re so perfect, Perfect Zoe, poor little distressed damsel Zoe, who keeps her tears in a jar and lets them out every time it suits her” Valerie continued the attack.
Zoe held back her tears. “I....I’m....sorry, please don’t say you don’t want me......no one else will want me now” she stammered.
“Oh your apologies are just words Zoe....” Valerie stared at her through what seemed genuine heartache.
“What will you actually do? What will you risk? Even now you’re so self absorbed you just worry about women not falling around you and just being left on the side of this road” Valerie grabbed a tissue from her glovebox and dried her eyes.
“Please Val, I’m so sorry, I’ll make it up to you, I promise, I’ll do better......” she sighed. “I don’t have anyone else that would put up with me” her lip quivered.
Valerie let out a tearful chuckle.
“That jar of tears opening again?” She mused.
Zoe smiled a watery facade.
“No, I’m being serious, I forget how much you sacrificed for me, for us”
“You silly girl, you’ve made me ruin my make up” Valerie said as she sat up to the mirror and studied her face. Then she turned and faced Zoe. “You’ll need to be punished” she said it playfully, but Zoe felt that dread raise to the surface again.
Lyla lay in her scent of shame, with a with an aroma of defeat on her bed. She had enjoyed the fantasy as she did each time, she placed herself at the mercy of the Midnight Man and imagined Stefani being at hers. Dressing in some her old friend’s clothes was a new level she ascended or rather descended too.
The music still played and as she was being yelled at by Marilyn Manson, and Courtney Love, she didn’t hear the knock of Keith as he tried his best to get at least a goodbye kiss of the girl. He left without a word from her and Paul dropped him off to his home on the way to collect Nicole.m
She missed the timid knock of Cassie who emerged once Paul had left to offer some sort of an apology to the troubled Lyla, she gave up and slunk back into her own world of misery and confusion within her bedroom.
Lyla had no contact as her phone was knocked out of action, nor did she even want to begin to hear Zoe’s explanation of the sordid picture message she received.
Lyla was in lockdown, her laptop, and it’s dirty rape stories she festered in. The theme songs of her fantasies that played from the laptop, the clothes of her friend now her victim in her mind. The eerie exciting feeling that she was being watched by the Midnight Man.
She lived in this lair of depravity for the rest of the day. No one was allowed into it or out. Her diary was now a “book of twisted revenge ” and wishes of what she hoped to achieve, if she could. Lyla was in her oyster of sleazy unforgiving hatred and no one was allowed in or out.
Zoe found herself in the same world, yet she was in one of action and not words on a page, or in the mind of a troubled woman. She was behind the skin that trembled beneath the touch of her own real menace. She was the face that tried to hide her inner self faltering from the hands and lipstick covered mouth of her now handler as her body was pinned against a tree and ravaged in large forest near the car by Valerie. Her eyes blindfolded by her the dark tights that she was made to wear, and while her real lover Lyla was lost in a revenge and rape fantasy back at her home. Zoe was trying to lose herself in a consensual fantasy within a rape.
Her “punishment” from Valerie was not of violence, or even verbal.
It was another orgasm at the end of a lost highway of ownership. Once a road of love, now it was deceit and destruction of what all she’d gained. Even as she groaned and finding herself pushing Valerie’s head further between her legs under her hiked up skirt. Hearing her phone vibrate within Valerie’s handbag made her shudder with fear. Behind the blindfold and pressed against the tree Zoe reached another landmark of defeat as her body gave Valerie another taste of victory and trembled desire. Valerie knew the punishment was Zoe’s own desire. There was no need for hot irons or forcefulness. Her words were the second most dangerous thing that flicked from her tongue.
It was over again. Valerie wiped her mouth. Zoe panted in ecstasy, and her face flushed with burning fires of hot climax and humiliation.
She was only pinned to the tree by her own body. She still felt clung to it. Even when she heard the words.
“Come on back to the car my darling, I don’t think anyone saw us” from Valerie.
At that moment Zoe knew there was no escape. She had allowed her body and even her mind to want Valerie again.
The pain was still there it would always be there. She’d read about rape and heard Valerie’s own stories of victims suffering at the hands of evil men.
This was worse in her mind. Her body was one temple that could be penetrated by another body, what Valerie achieved was by wiping out even the realization of what was wrong and making it right. She pulled the tights off her face and wriggled up her panties, feeling them cling to her sex with from wetness of both the monsters saliva and her own juices.
“Come on Zoe, our appointment is at 2!” The shrill voice of Valerie called out.
Zoe sighed and gathered her heels putting them on to follow the voice.
“Some are born to be leaders some are born to be led”
It was just a voice that made Zoe the latter and she got back into the car.
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A wonderful chapter that could almost be the basis for its very own story. Focusing primarily on the interplay between Zoe and Valerie was brilliant as we can see the walls of a person being smashed down with wrecking ball precision. Valerie is raping Zoe in every way possible except physically which is of no surprise as she doesn't need to do this, her other tricks are enough.
Some of the most impressive dialogue I've read in this chapter and I feel that I know these people well thanks to you.
Zoe will be feeling the effects of this for a very long time to come and you are still teasing us with the eventual meeting between the former lovers and I'm sure the fireworks you provide will rival Disneyworld in their splendor.
Lyla continuing her course into rapist oblivion as she shuts herself away and lives her better life in her mind.
Totally loved this story chapter and thank you for writing this tale, brilliant as always.
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Another perfect chapter in Psycho 101 handbook! First Valerie destroying any chance Zoe had of escaping her clutches , then all sense of Zoe's self worth. The roadside punishment was ingenious and this might seem perverse but i hope someone did spot them and video the encounter to use against both at a later date!
Love how Lyla is totally regressing into her fantasy world to easy all the pain. Wonder what will happen if her and Zoe by chance happen to meet face to face away from Valerie and the flat? Merit will be awarded when the site allows
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Wow.How beautifully you detailed the controlling Valerie. Another excellent, steamy chapter in a well defined story.
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Thanks so much for the praise and interest in which might be my most complex story to date
This hits a lot of personal experiences with me, and some personal humiliation fantasies so parts of it are extra easy to write, others not so much.
Interest seems to have died a bit but will continue on as I’m sure you’ll love the end result.
Love building universes and characters driving the stories and this universe is the most real in my mind
Thank you all and comments are Kind xx
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OMG! :emot_weird.gif: Valerie is just laying on the psychological abuse to poor Zoe.
Her words were the second most dangerous thing that flicked from her tongue.
That just says it all! Valerie's tongue is indeed a terrible weapon. And Zoe is caught between a rock and a hard place, knowing her bridge to Lyla has been burned and not wanting to have Valerie abandon her either, so therefore she's practically forced to put up with her verbal barrages. Then Valerie not even allowing her to text her own mother! Talk about control!
These last two chapters are just such excellent storytelling, Jess! Merit earned!
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Thanks for a lovely comment Vile8r I really appreciate it and yes we shall go down a rabbit hole of self destruction and abuse in this one. Xx
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Chapter XII
At the Green Falls Hotel Zoe even forgot herself for 2 hours of a dry floatation bed and followed by a back and shoulder massage by a younger sparkly woman named Lindsey. She spoke of her relationship with Valerie as it was a pure and beautiful thing, void of the horrors and mental degraded road she was brought down by the doctor.
Lindsey seemed chirpy and friendly taken in by Zoe’s tale of love and companionship. Valerie in her pedicure and Indian head massage did the opposite she only spoke of her “friend Zoe” who had undergone a recent break up and she was treating her. It wasn’t really a lie but Valerie enjoyed the masseuse’s praise for being a wonderful sister-like figure to the hapless Zoe.
As Lyla explored her darkest fantasies out of hatred back in the safety of her lair of a bedroom. Zoe acted her fantasy that all was well and good with her monster from the danger of her solitude with that individual. After their treatments. They once again got changed and Valerie had booked a light lunch for them both, with non alcoholic beverages.
Also in the Green Falls Hotel that day Paul and Nicole were sitting down to food, they had arrived and after the obligatory romp in the fresh hotel bed they had changed and ordered food at the bar as he wanted to watch the football. Nicole had tried to make it romantic as possible but her wishes and opinion were as valuable to Paul as the kiddies menu at the restaurant.
He ordered his plate of wings and beer, while she was about to order a burrito bowl but then he ordered her green salad for her instead.
“You know I do have a choice on what to eat” the blonde said as she studied the cocktail menu.
“You always get the salad though I was just being decent, same as I always get the wings” Paul was impressed by the hotel but was tired of the company.
“I really was hoping we’d get room service and you know just stay in the room, and talk a bit.......and love each other” Nicole said as she put the menu down.
“We did love each other” Paul smirked.
Nicole shook her head. “It was just sex Paul, I want real contact, you know what I want but you won’t give it to me, No! Beer and football always wins” she sighed.
Paul shook his head. “If you were going to moan every minute we whilst here then why did you book it in the first place?” He said irritably.
“Because I wanted a break, I wanted us to get away from that hellhole of a house and just......be together without the smell of ashtrays and stale beer” Nicole gloomily spoke.
“Hellhole? Smelly? My home that is” he laughed as he put on the voice of Yoda from Star Wars.
Nicole couldn’t keep a straight face and a smile broke out on her frown.
“Arsehole you always manage to make me laugh when I’m mad at you” she seethed shaking her head.
Then both of them looked up and saw two women impeccably dressed and looking fresh take a seat. They both recognized one of them.
“Isn’t that Zoe?” Nicole began.
“Yeah, so?” Paul didn’t want to be seen by Zoe so he held up a menu as they passed. Zoe was just another person of many who knew of his misdeeds.
“The other one looks familiar too, think I’ve seen her at the hospital” Nicole commentated.
“Yeah so what? Can we not just enjoy our food?” Then it was Paul who seemed needy.
“Paul.....Paul, they are holding hands, oh my God, Paul” Nicole was nearly jumping out of the seat. “Poor Lyla” she said with a look of sudden sadness.
“Why don’t you just go over there then and join them” Paul said sarcastically as the waitress brought their food down to the table.
“Why not indeed, better than sitting here with a miserable old sod like you, and I caught you checking out the waitress” Nicole said shaking her head again.
“What do you make of it?” She added gazing over at Valerie who was ordering food for her and Zoe.
“For your information and future gossip , Lyla was stood up by Zoe last night, and now we can see why, it’s old news” Paul shrugged as he took one of his chicken wing Max
“Not to me it isn’t and you never tell me anything, that’s a big deal Paul, a very big deal” Nicole was annoyed.
“And you still haven’t answered my question about Cassie, what’s she like” Nicole picked at her food
“It’s not a big deal not to my life, I warned Lyla, and I was right all along, I tried my best to offer her my support but she’d rather just smoke it away and get lost on terrible 1960s Sci-Fi shows. I did try. As for Cassie I haven’t much to tell, she’s a girl of 20, brown hair, not in your league so why worry?” He said flatly taking a sip of beer.
Nicole studied him. “Because you check out women in front of me so what are you like when I’m not there? That was good of you to do that for Lyla though,
I like Lyla and she doesn’t deserve this” she went back to glancing over to Zoe and Valerie. Zoe then saw her and looked away.
Paul carried on with his back to them eating his wings and making up lies to tell his girlfriend should the need arise.
Valerie ordered two goats cheese salads and soft drinks. She then noticed Zoe acting shifty across the table. “What is it my darling?. “Err nothing” Zoe fidgeted.
“Well stop fidgeting and look at me then” Valerie said commandingly.
“Can.....can....I order a drink please” Zoe stammered.
“Valerie’s eyes narrowed. “Order a drink?” She repeated unable to believe what she just heard.
“You want to order a drink? In the company of a person who’s recovering from a drink problem? Are you sick Zoe? Is this some sort of game to you?” Valerie looked away in disgust. Zoe still detected the glances from Nicole.
“I....I....I’m sorry I just.....” Zoe was nearly in tears.
Valerie shook her head and was visibly angry at her captive.
“That’s what you think of me isn’t it? Oh yes, I’ll be dined and taken to spa days, out in the countryside, then I’ll just get Valerie to top me up with booze so I can rub it in her face that I can drink and remind her of her issues . Oh Zoe! I didn’t think you’d sink to a new level of low. You are such a callous woman when you want to be” her eyes sized up Zoe’s anguish and she enjoyed it.
“Please don’t say that......please......” Zoe said feebly.
“Pull yourself together Zoe, go and sort yourself out. You’re embarrassing us both” Valerie said as a whisper but it was firm and hard hitting.
“I......it’s a good idea.....I’ll just go and fix my make up......sorry Val, please don’t be angry it’s been a lovely day” Zoe mumbled as she clumsily got to her feet nearly knocking the table as a glass spilled and soaked Valerie’s skirt.
“Oh my goodness, you’ve spilt water over my skirt, you clumsy, silly girl” Valerie muttered and before she could Zoe was on her knees and dabbing the water stain with her napkin shakily.
“Sor....sorry....I’ll make it better” she rambled on.
“Get up, just get up and go and pull yourself together, you are getting tiresome , you’ve ruined another day of mine that I wanted to be perfect, just like you always do. Get into the ladies and seriously take a long hard look at yourself in the mirror” Valerie firmly told Zoe who had fallen to pieces.
From the table of Paul and Nicole, Nicole was speechless her salad untouched.
“Enjoying the show?” Asked a sarcastic Paul who had nearly finished his wings and was wiping his orange stained mouth.
“Well consider this my football” Nicole said as she called for a vodka and coke from the waitress.
“What is going on?” She asked herself loudly as Paul wasn’t participating in her entertainment.
“A waste of a hotel room to tell you the truth” Paul snapped and Nicole rolled her eyes as an argument was brewing.
Valerie apologized to the waitress who brought down the food to the table and then excused herself as she followed Zoe to the ladies. She found her leaning over the sink in tears and sobs of despair. The running water from the tap gurgled next to her, she leaned beside Zoe and held her.
“My darling, I know you are not at your best state of mind but you can’t do this to us, I know you might want a drink, and you can tonight it’s just out in a bar I find it hard to pull together” she was left as Zoe stormed over one side of the restroom
“It’s always about you” she wailed. “I wanted to drink just for comfort, just to get over what is distressing me and you know what that is but you shrug it off as it’s nothing, I saw a man and his girlfriend who know Lyla and me and the girl was just looking at me, judging me, and that’s why I wanted a drink.....” she then was pushed into a cubicle as she spoke by Valerie.
“Lyla........why is it always Lyla? Why do you even care about what people think, do you think I cared about what people said about me when I left my husband to be with a selfish, self centered and clumsy little dyke. It was love Zoe but that’s something I think you know nothing about, with you it’s just animal urges so that’s what you’ll get” she bit Zoe’s neck and made her cry out.
“Valerie no.....” she exclaimed as she felt her skirt roughly hiked up and Valerie’s hands tearing away at her tights ripping them below the gusset and laddering them all the way down her inner thigh with her long nails.
She bit Zoe again this time leaving a mark.
“You want your urges fulfilled? Then this is the new norm you game playing little hussy. I bet the “Legendary Lyla” owned you in bed you useless lump. You couldn’t even own a car” her fingers tore up the fabric behind Zoe’s panties and she dug her nails into her buttock.
“Stop.......” Zoe tried to push Valerie off her but either she didn’t have the strength that moment or subconsciously didn’t even try. Her head lifted as she stared up at the florescent lights as Valerie’s hands roughly prodded Zoe’s suddenly moistening sex and a mix of pain and pleasure, her nails doing the former, made Zoe gasp for air her fingers danced and owned the hapless woman.
“Please stop...just stop” moaned Zoe.
“Stop....oh please stop” mocked Valerie as she bit her own lip satisfied in what she was feeling.
“Your body overrides anything else as you don’t really have the brains or willpower for control” Valerie gave another forceful kiss as they heard someone coming into the restroom to use the sink.
Zoe’s moans were either muffled by Valerie’s mouth or by her other hand that grabbed and squeezed her by the throat.
“You are disgusting” Valerie whispered as Zoe began to climax against her and the wall.
She let out a moan as the hand dryer’s noise took over the room.
Then it was over and she was left breathless and shamefully overcome by the forceful orgasm.
Her panting mouth was wiped gently and slowly by her own wetness and scent as Valerie rubbed her used digits over Zoe’s lips.
“You are Shameful and pathetic I own you now, now you can’t even be raped by me , as you crave it. Like an animal that presents herself to be mated with, disgusting” Valerie backed out and as the woman who washed her hands left. Valerie washed Zoe’s shame off hers as Zoe was left in a heap. Valerie winked at herself in the mirror and sensed a form of power she suddenly got from the act. She had just committed an atrocity, the same type she had seen from so many survivors. She had just taken someone herself who was probably physically stronger than her, and could have fought her off if she really wanted to.
Then Valerie thought. “No those poor women didn’t have a choice, I didn’t ravage Zoe” she justified herself but the sense of control remained as the panting and sobbing Zoe told her from the cubicle.
“I’ll leave my make up bag here, I suggest you use it and I would safely say bin the tights, and I’ll see you back at the table for Take 2 in 10 minutes, no later” Valerie called.
“Understood?” She asked again as there wasn’t an answer.
“Yes....yes” the shaky breathless voice of Zoe followed her and her victorious smile back to the lunch table.
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My skills as a writer simply pale in comparison.......
Amazing......simply AMAZING!!!!
Tony V. :police:
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Once again you write a chapter which takes us all on a journey of terror and eroticism.
I loved the way you took a nice day out and gradually made it a terrifying experience through the control of Zoe by someone who claimed to care for her.
The way Valerie twisted it all to her own desires and then once again made Zoe into the villain of the piece was fantastic writing. Bringing her to another unwelcome but wanted orgasm was such a turn on and got me slightly excited about where we will go then.
So the cat is now out of the bag and Paul has information that I bet he can't wait to rub into Lyla's face. Looking forward to seeing the reactions from all involved.
Another outstanding chapter so thank you deeply for writing this.
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Damn if only the woman in the washroom was Nicole, then maybe Zoe would have the strength to overcome Miss Psycho. How dare Valerie claim that Zoe was making everything about Lyla, that calling the kettle black considering Valerie is claiming Zoe is ruining the day out for her by thinking of Lyla.
Nice to see Paul continue to be at his asshole best, even out in public! I can just imagine what a couple Valerie and Paul would make if they hooked up!
Merit awarded from me!
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Oh my word!. You have turned in another stellar chapter. The banter between Paul and Nicole, and the steamy scene in the ladies room was stellar story telling. Loved it .
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Thank you all xx More to come soon time for Lyla to have another chapter and her spiraling out of control fantasies
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Thank you all xx More to come soon time for Lyla to have another chapter and her spiraling out of control fantasies
I can’t wait to read it. Truly inspired writing. Merit from me.
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Bravo! What a treat to read three such distinct chapters, complexly interwoven but each with such deep psychological insight and perfection.
Your dialogue is incredible, natural, gritty, realistic, so it just roles of ones tongue. I can imagine the banter and fights with their characters' thoughts and emotions displayed for us to see and enjoy. Truly masterful how you move the world, plot and characters forward with their words.
You know I'm a sucker for the psychology and this has it in spades. Lyla retreating to her dark fantasies and the guilty pleasures they elicit. Val manipulating at every turn. Zoe weakened by her insecurity and physical self-betrayal, Paul ever the dick and thinking with his all the time.
The rape scenes you imagine are creative and unique, particularly the Val - Zoe interface. It's fascinating to watch the female perpetrator learn from previous victims and then dissociate from her own responsibility, all the while relishing the surge of power - you write that magnificently.
All in all one of your most complex and accomplished stories - brilliantly done and sorry I have not been around enough to give you the recognition you deserve.
This story has to continue - cant wait for more and will try and stay up to date going forward.
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Thank you both so much and yes I do move stories with dialogue. It’s my favorite way of telling a story that has more than just the images in word descriptions
Next chapter coming up and comments make it worth every word so thank you all who choose to follow my work. Xxx
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Chapter XIII
As the sordid spa day of Valerie and Zoe came to a conclusion, and Paul tossed with the ethics of relationship politics with Nicole. Lyla was enjoying her descent into mindfulness of dark captivity. Her daily diary was three pages long, it’s contents about the betrayal of one and weaknesses of man it was written as a form of thesis to Lylas crumbing relations. Her phone remained broken and it’s screen unreadable.
Her music played loud and heavy, just like the genre of her starlet fantasy.
She had played her own instruments of pleasure to the riffs thinking of where the vessel of debauchery could take. One large joint that made her as glassy eyed as the three shuddering orgasms of hate she had.. She needed to cool down and get a bite to eat the munchies were coming quick, She stripped threw on her towel and left her room almost in a daze. She bumped straight into Cassie who had either just come out of their shared bathroom or was just hovering on the landing creepily.
She jumped it looked like she’d been crying. She asked Lyla that question
Lyla shook her head. “Nope......I’m just stoned” and she walked into the bathroom.
“Are you crying still? Come on get over it, don’t even think about it, I gave my advice, so move on” Lyla turned on the water and was about to close the door.
Tears streamed down Cassie’s face. “You.....are....right..... I’ll just get over it” she burst into tears.
Lyla rolled her eyes as she checked herself out.
“Pull yourself together!” She said firmly.
“For fuck sake don’t go crazy on me!” She said again as Cassie sat on the stairs and sobbed painfully.
“I know......I just hurt so much” Cassie cried. “I let you down too.......I’m sorry” she struggled to speak.
“Don’t worry about me” Lyla said. “I’m used to being let down and you didn’t reply I was just in the heat of the moment. I’m sorry for snapping but you can’t let this thing with Paul get to you like this, it’s done, if you respect yourself and girlfriend don’t do it again” Lyla sat down with her and offered her arm despite being in just a towel.
Cassie nodded. “Ok....ok....I’ll be strong, it’s just.........” she stammered.
Lyla raised her eyebrows as she awaited the rest of the sentence. There was none.
“I’ll be strong” Cassie wiped her eyes. “I’m going to call my sister, but........” she stopped as Lyla got back to her running shower. Cassie shuffled her legs awkwardly. “ Can I have some weed?” She paused and sobbed slightly.
“Yeah sure, but can you weight until I’m done here and I’ll make us a large one”
Cassie managed a watery smile. “You are so kind” she mumbled. “I have a spare phone, it’s not great but it’s unlocked and If you want to give Zoe........a message then it’s yours” she said as she shuffled on the stairs.
“Fuck Zoe! There is no message, and I don’t even want to talk about her” Lyla said gulping suddenly. “But I do need to contact work, so I’ll take it, thank you Cassie, you are so kind too, really sorry I had a go at you earlier” Lyla felt bad even in her state as she felt the shower was further away than it was.
Cassie shook her head. “I deserved it, I’m a right idiot aren’t I” she stood up. Lyla closed the door.
“Let me know if you need company in there” Lyla wasn’t fully sure if Cassie actually said it or something else.
“Oh lord......I’ll be okay ” she called back to no reply, to the shower head as she drenched her hair and then giggled as she realized her towel was still on. She threw off the drenched material. She pressed the shower head to a certain place, and gasped at its sensations adjusting it to a setting she wanted.
“Now if your name was Stefani........I’d have dragged you in here long ago” she panted as her other hand roamed over her breasts. “Or if your name was Valerie I’d do the same but make you scream for mercy first” Lyla lifted her left leg slightly to give the water jets more room to tingle her dark desires.
Back at the hotel. Zoe sat motionless with a coffee as she waited for Valerie to return from a stroll by herself in the gardens of the premises. It was her trait, her coping mechanism, the 10 minutes of “Lonely Bliss in Beauty” as she called it. She needed to rearrange her thoughts that was disturbed by Zoe “heartless” behavior. Zoe had no phone, she sat in her lonely abandonment in the lobby of the hotel, as happy couples checked in, and giddy laughing families departed for excursions.
She was in her own world of misery. When someone called across the lobby.
“Hi Zoe, hope you are enjoying your day” it was Nicole with Paul shuffling behind
Zoe blushed and managed a forced smile.
“Oh Hi Nicole, it’s a small world isn’t it” she fidgeted as the pair walked over to her. Paul’s face cold and sneering.
He actually looked at her with disapproval, is if he had a glass house, and a bucket of rocks to hurl at her.
“Lovely place isn’t it” Nicole started.
“Lovely food, nice vibe, and modern” she carried on. Zoe just nodded.
“Great place for a dirty weekend away indeed” Paul added. Nicole looked at him with annoyance.
“I wouldn’t know Paul......I’m just here on......a.....” she was finished by Paul.
“Date.....?” He smugly said standing over her. Nicole shook her head.
“What Paul means is.....” she began.
“I know what you mean Paul” Zoe said sadly.
“Right.....well it’s good to see you” Nicole said awkwardly. “Tell Lyla I said Hi” she said with her own smugness. Then it was Paul’s turn to be annoyed. “Really Nicole.....really” he saw Zoe look down at the floor miserably. She was about to speak when Valerie came back and in some strange way at that moment she didn’t want to see anyone else she knew Valerie would save her.
“Come on then my darling and let’s get back......oh you’ve got company I see” Valerie’s heels clicked as sternly as her sharp thin face as she walked to the trio
Nicole and Paul backed up and Paul introduced himself and Nicole with triumph.
“Hello, I’m Paul and this is Nicole we just saw Zoe here and thought we’d say hi, we are Lylas friends you see and you are?” He extended a hand. Nicole muttered an apology.
Valerie stared at him with contempt. Zoe quickly burst into the cold situation.
“They’re Lyla’s house mates” she muttered. “That’s all......they know me they said hi” she looked at Paul and Nicole coldly.
“Oh.......right, I know you.........” Valerie looked at Nicole. “Ramsey is your surname isn’t it?” Valerie stared into her eyes.
Nicole nodded.
“Yes I recognize you from the hospital, a student nurse am I right?” Valerie was sharp.
Nicole nodded again.
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“Great, you’ll be seeing me quite a bit” she beckoned Zoe who quickly got to her feet.
Zoe mumbled a goodbye to Paul and Nicole who stood dumbfounded at the sight of the control Valerie had over her, she looked like the Zoe they knew, but she was anything but in person.
Zoe followed Valerie to her BMW.
“Lylas quite the popular girl isn’t she?” Valerie said with a dangerous tone.
Zoe shook her head. “No......she’s.....that’s just her housemates......they are awful people......thank you for saving me Val” she got into the car.
“Well you can tell me all about them on the way home” Valerie said as she got in.
“No.....it’s all in the past now, I probably won’t ever see them again” Zoe mumbled.
“That may be, but you’ll tell me all about them, won’t you?” Valerie’s soft voice and breath into Zoe’s ear made her shiver inside.
Lyla came back to her room and got dried and collapsed on her bed with post orgasmic ecstasy for a few minutes. Then she put on a purple set of underwear and grey yoga pants, with Star Trek t shirt and began to blow dry her hair. Cassie shuffled in with a small phone.
“Here Lyla you can have this, it might need charging, so you want me to do your hair” she asked helpfully.
“No thanks chick but thanks for the phone, I’ll roll you that spliff just after I do this.
“I called my sister” said Cassie. “She said she’ll meet me for a drink, in the city centre, around 8ish, do you want to come in with me, Roslyn is really cool you’d like her” Cassie sat on the bed next to her.
“God I haven’t been out for a drink in ages, I mean I’ve gone on dinner dates with Zoe but not out on the town since........” Lyla looked away.
“Cassie studied her. “Since?” She asked.
“Since........I met......Zoe” Lyla quickly said.
“Well I don’t think I’m going to go mad, I don’t really have the mental state for that right now” Cassie said. “It will be just a couple of drinks”
“Why not just invite her here” Lyla asked as she brushed her hair as the dryer noisily operated.
“I......want to get away from here for a bit.....that’s all” Cassie bit her lip. “I must just get used to the place and well.......it’s not the best is it?” She got up. “I want to make friends in this city, I have my sister but she does have a family now, I need to get out and not be in.......any vulnerable positions here....” Lyla saw the hurt in Cassie’s face as she spoke she just couldn’t make it out.
“Come on, we’ll get dressed up, get a bite to eat and go for a couple” Cassie’s face lit up suddenly.
“Show a London chick the bright lights of Nottingham” she laughed,
Lyla thought and turned off the dryer.
“Not much to see up here, you won’t be paying that much for drink compared to the capital and we do have the UK’s only Hooters” she laughed.
“Oh we have to go there!” Cassie clapped her hands.
“Overpriced wings, and “American”waitresses with English accents singing songs to 15 year old boys no thanks” Lyla laughed.
“We can go to Claude’s it’s a student bar but on Saturdays it’s £2 a drink until Midnight then on to Club Bjorne’s for some moves and cocktails.....without the tails!” Lyla said with smirk.
“Wow you have this all figured out” Cassie said with some form of life back into her. “I have some cider, we can have that now and can you please.....please roll that joint....but don’t tell Roz, please don’t” she begged.
“Ok ok” Lyla said. “I need to get Zoe out of my system”.
“In need to get a lot of things out of mine” Cassie called back as Lyla heard the jingle of bottles from her room.
Valerie was silent as Zoe told her about Paul and Nicole she didn’t tell her everything but enough of what Paul was like and what Nicole was blind to. “Well she’s on my radar now” Valerie said when she was done.
“They only said hi to me, that was all” Zoe said reassuringly.
“They are associated with Lyla, they will tell her, and also how uneasy you were, as if you were wrong to be there.......wrong to be with me” Valerie said as she drove.
“You mustn’t be afraid of me, I’m not the monster you think I am and how many more times must I say it” Valerie carried on.
She suddenly turned the car into a lay by on the wooded lane they were taking.
“Not.....again....please Val I’m just too tired” Zoe blurted out. Valerie stared at her as her hands roamed over Zoe’s then bare legs lifting her skirt slowly and slightly.
“I mean.....I want to save myself for tonight........I don’t want to be tired......”
Zoe spoke gently as she felt her hand taken by Valerie and placed on her lovers chest instinctively squeezing Valerie’s breasts over her blouse.
“You think it’s all about you don’t you?” Valerie took Zoe’s other hand and placed on her nylon cladded knee.
“You owe me at least three today, and I want you to make me scream here in the woods, I’m getting tired of being the instigator. She opened the door and got out beckoning Zoe with her.
“Val.....I really think it would be better to wait and go home, really.......” her hand was taken by Valerie’s and she was led through the trees.
“Well I think you don’t get to make that decision, I want you Zoe isn’t that what you want, me to want you so now you’ll show me, make me yours again and redeem yourself under the trees”
Zoe knew Valerie could change from a raging monster who spat poison to an erotic temptress at the drop of a hat, she knew she had to please her lover, and as she slowly lowered herself hand in hand with Valerie to the forest floor, as her hand roamed up Valerie’s skirt, while Valerie unbuttoned Zoe’s own blouse, she wanted to please Valerie at that point. Her fingers found their mark as she slid down Valerie’s tights and silky and damp underwear, and as like lovers she kissed
Valerie as she her fingers brought up the heat in Valerie’s body. Reluctancy is a voice easily silenced by fear. She feared the softly moaning Valerie who groped Zoe’s body crudely as she done the deed. She wanted Valerie, as much as she wanted Lyla, in a different way but both basic instinct. As Valerie whimpered sexually and clutched Zoe’s body and she pushed her head head down to the wetness she created, Zoe finally felt a long lost power again, it wouldn’t last and was only until Valerie got her satisfaction but it was there, on the forest floor both of them oblivious to the light rain they dropped through the trees.
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is it wrong for me to get the feelinf that Lyla and Cassie may hook up before the night is over? Is it wrong that I thing Valerie is going to make Nicole's life a living hell at the hospital? Is it wrong for me to think that Paul is going to tell Lyla everything he saw at the spa to make her life hell? Love how so many scenario are all built around one person's attitude towards others! Merit awarded when allow!
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Fantastic chapter that's giving us more information about the dynamics of the mind.
I love how you are taking us on a journey with Lyla and her method of coping being the same how she coped with the original terror. So Lyla is preparing for a night out and my overactive mind is already playing with the ramifications of what this could mean.
Valerie's exertion of power is getting worse and now she has another means of getting one over Lyla with Nicole.
As has been noted the threads of life are weaving together with the different story lines and I'm looking forward to the final outcome.
I used to have sympathy for Zoe, this is wearing thin as she descends lower into her own pit of depravity.
Very enjoyable chapter. Keep going please!!! The merits say so.
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Jessica, you can definitely write some mouth watering scenes. Another excellent chapter to this awesome story. Merit time
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Chapter XIV
Cassie brought in two bottles of cheap berry flavored cider that needed attention in the form of a fridge but Lyla accepted it and allowed Cassie to open one for her.
Her music playlist list had changed to one or a more suitable pace and mood of the activity they found themselves in as Lyla lit the joint, she used Cassie’s tobacco to dilute it. Making a face as she sipped the tepid cider, she puffed on the joint a few times and then passed it to Cassie who took a cautious pull and then began to cough at the strength.
Lyla laughed at her.
“I thought a gal from London knew her weed?” Lyla smirked taking back the joint from the spluttering Cassie. She swigged her cider and cleared her throat, her eyes red and bloodshot.
“I do, but that’s not weed, that’s opium or something, girl......that’s strong” Cassie shook her head.
Lyla was well used to the substance.
“Paul knows this bloke who grows it in his attic and well.....its a hit” Lyla passed it over to Cassie who took a quick and easy drag. Coughing again she shook her head.
“Wow........ so Paul is your dealer then?” She almost looked disapproving at Lyla even with the joint in her hand.
“I prefer the term carrier pigeon to an unlicensed herbalist myself” Lyla broke out giggling. Cassie smiled but not for long. “I can’t stand Paul” she said quietly.
“He’s an arsehole, but one of his only uses is he can get this” Lyla took the joint back and the girls carried on talking as the time passed.
“Funny how it takes most people to bed him to get that conclusion” Lyla said as she got up and began to look into her wardrobe.
Cassie looked with her and sized up her outfits, the joint was discarded for later in an ashtray.
“Look it was a mistake, I know what he’s like now and........it won’t happen again” Cassie gulped and finished her bottle of cider swiftly.
“You don’t have to convince me” Lyla took out some dresses and tops and laid them out.
“Who’s that?” Cassie asked, as she looked at a framed photograph on the top shelf of Lyla’s wardrobe. It was picture of Lyla and Stefani side by side in a pub making a fun pose together.
“That’s a friend of mine........or rather was......I don’t see her anymore....” Lyla seemed crestfallen and forlorn.
“Oh sorry......a friend like Zoe?” Cassie asked sadly. Lyla just shook her head.
“I don’t see many of my old friends anymore too, but I’m here it make new ones, and I think we shall get on so well, you are fun” she smiled. “I love your outfits, I don’t really know what to wear, I’ll see, I just don’t think I’ll go OTT, I’m in a bit of a fuzz” Cassie went on.
“But who knows, we could be great friends and one day I could be on top of your wardrobe” Cassie looked at her with faux chirpiness, Lyla saw that this girl was rather as unhinged or possibly more so than she was herself.
“Oh right, no offense but.....she’s very special to me...... you wouldn’t understand........sorry” Lyla trailed off not wanting to say anymore.
“Oh sorry” Cassie looked down sadly.
“No it’s nothing, anyway, just a figure of speech, right what say we’ll get ourselves ready you can show me what you’re thinking of wearing we can choose the best outfits and I’ll book a taxi for 7? Will we meet Roselyn in town?” Lyla quickly shut the wardrobe.
“Yes at Claudes then? One day you’ll take me to Hooters though right?” Cassie laughed.
“Why would a straight chick want to go to Hooters? I’m into women and it doesn’t appeal to me” Lyla asked curiously.
“Oh just so I can say I’ve been” giggled Cassie.
“Where’s that joint gone?” Cassie’s energy was starting to get a bit much for Lyla who was controlling the day the best she was.
“We’ll have it when we come back I’m not taking that into town” Lyla said remembering Stefani and her boyfriend being denied access to a club, just for a pipe in her handbag.
The girls got ready and Lyla wished it was anybody but Cassie, she couldn’t put her finger on it. Though with Cassie’s old phone she could make contact with others. She texted her workplace for her weekly hours, and also she received a message she texted back to, from a man named Keith, Paul had obviously passed on her number to his friend, but at that point Lyla didn’t care.
Valerie followed her lover up the steps of Zoe’s modern rented apartment. Zoe walked in and began to pack an overnight bag under Valerie’s instructions.
“Something silky and tantalizing, soft to touch” Valerie’s firm and assertive voice followed her.
Zoe grabbed a lacy black corset and with matching sheer black stockings with suspenders, a treat Lyla never even got.
Then she threw in clothes for the next day and finally her work suit which was hanging. She didn’t know when she’d be allowed to return to her home. There wasn’t much memories of Lyla there, only the one night, and Lyla got anxious after making love that she wasn’t at her home.
The photographs of her were plentiful, and that brought the attention of Valerie who glanced at them.
“Well you really did need a reminder of her didn’t you?” Valerie strutted about the rooms her heels clicking, they all always clicked in a way as assertive and menacing as her voice.
“It’s......in the past now.....I’ll get rid of them.......” Zoe shuffled to a photograph of her and Lyla sharing a warm kiss and placed it face down.
“No you don’t have to go that mad yet, but I don’t see the need for them anymore ,that kissed looked forced, she looked like it meant something to her but your eyes are partially open, you wanted to see how she looked as she gave you passion, and you wished it was me didn’t you?” Valerie’s hand stroked the arm of Zoe as she nodded in a programmed way.
“Come on, this place won’t be relevant anymore my darling, ill fetch the rest of the stuff during the week, let’s get you home” she squeezed Zoe’s hand and led her out of the happy post Valerie life Zoe built, and a memento of that happiness faced down forever.
Lyla had decided on a simple black s top with netted sleeves which made her arms appear much slimmer, a purple and black tartan patterned kilt type skirt and black fishnet tights over nude toned ones as there was a chill in the air. She straightened her hair, and her eyes were highlighted in a dusky shadow, and her lips a dark toned purple gloss.
She zipped up her knee high boots, and admired herself in the mirror. The outfit was alternative but she felt it complemented her body in every way. She put on a small silver bangle and a set of drooping earrings with a cross. Cassie was taken aback.
She wore just a short shiny pink cocktail dress and white heels that showed off her legs and cleavage a little to much her large shapely chest was too full on. Her hair was straightened and her face heavily made up but with subtle colors and a shades. I’m other words “basic”. Lyla mused to herself.
“Well what do you think?” Asked Cassie.
“Stunning.....” Lyla said automatically.
“I love your outfit, so cool, I couldn’t get away with wearing that I’m too mainstream” Cassie chimed. Lyla has to agree with her and said nothing.
The cider was all gone and they had puffed once more each on the joint. Then Cassie wanted the obligatory selfies much to Lylas dismay. “Don’t put these up on social media please” Lyla pleaded.
“I won’t” Cassie made a pose and after ten of the same pictures the horn from taxi outside put Lyla out of her misery as she finally got to leave the house.
“See you later babes” she checked the last text sent from Keith.
She then sent a pic of her and Cassie to Zoe.
“Wish you were her??” She then put the battered phone into her handbag as the taxi sped into the city center to join the city’s Saturday night revelers
They arrived in the large imposing bar called Claudes and even at the early time of 19:30 it was busy mostly with under 25s, mostly students.
Cassie followed Lyla and texted her sister letting them know where they were.
They were lucky to get a table as many revelers had found the “£2” drink deal appealing, despite the fact the quality was anything but. Lyla ordered two vokdas and coke and a pizza menu from the bar.
“Might as get food here” she said helpfully to Cassie who busy checking out the premises and judging the outfits of the female clientele.
“A plastic glass!” Cassie said snootily as Lyla brought the drinks down.
“What do you expect for two quid?” Lyla laughed.
“The pizzas are good here and only a fiver” she added.
“Probably comes on a paper plate” scoffed Cassie.
“Well lah de dah Miss London” Lyla giggled. “I didn’t put you down for someone so uppity, if you want gourmet, come on we’ll go to that French restaurant down the end of the street and we can have a candlelit dinner......then walk home as we won’t even have money left for taxi” Lyla said with sarcasm.
“I don’t feel hungry” Cassie’s darkness came back to her. Lyla studied her again
“Ok suit yourself” Lyla was getting tired of Cassie’s forlorn spirit.
“Maybe it wasn’t a good idea coming out tonight......I just don’t feel the best” Cassie said as her mood decreased.
“Is this over Paul again? Look I can’t change things but what happened, happened it s regrettable but be strong next time, really, just.......have a drink and get wasted. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I haven’t had a great day either, with my girlfriend, you know........sleeping with her ex and abandoning me” Lyla knocked back her drink.
“Still, this seems a good solution” she was about to go to the bar for more. Cassie sipped here slowly and wiped her eyes.
“The thing is with Paul.......was.....it was......was.....” Cassie gulped. She was about to say something when a woman arrived at the table, it was Cassie’s sister Roselyn.
“Well that was lucky to find you here” she said this place is mobbed, and why did we come here, I feel so old” she gave Cassie a hug and Cassie cried into her shoulder.
“But whatever’s the matter?” She asked her younger sister.
Cassie wiped her eyes. “It’s nothing sis, really.....I’m just a bit all over the place today” Lyla waited until Roselyn sat down, she did look out of place, with just a red and white stripy top and skinny ripped jeans. “At least she wore heels” thought Lyla.
Roslyn said hi to Lyla as Lyla offered her a drink. “Just a bottle of Bud Light please , I’m taking it easy, sadly having a child ends crazy nights” Roselyn smiled.
Lyla was at the bar and looked down to Roselyn and Cassie locked deep in conversation. She quickly gazed at her phone. Not a text off Zoe, nothing. Nothing off Keith either. Lyla sighed and felt so alone, she paid for the drinks and left that change as a tip. It was going to be a long night.
Zoe sat in front of the Indian meal Valerie ordered, she prodded the chicken Bhuna with her fork. It smelt good but she wasn’t hungry. She had showered and put on the lingerie that Valerie insisted on under a silky black robe, Valerie liked her in black. A non alcoholic wine sat untouched in front of her as Valerie sipped hers.
Valerie donned in a soft peach robe Zoe bought her a year before, eyed her lover victoriously.
“Why aren’t you eating?, it’s your favorite” Valerie delicately ate her lamb korma.
“I’ll.....eat it now.......” she stammered and took a bite.
“You got a message off LyLy” Valerie crossed her legs and smirked enough for Zoe to notice. Zoe remained quiet.
“Valerie retrieved Zoe’s phone from between her breasts under her robe and passed it to her.
Zoe couldn’t contain her anguish at the photograph Lyla had sent. Her fork dropped on the plate with a rattle and her mouth covered by her shaking hands.
“Upset are we? Of course you are darling, but now you see her for what she really is” Valerie rushed to the breaking Zoe’s aid and gently rubbed her shoulders.
“And what you are to her. She is as loyal as a tom cat with claws just as sharp” Valerie whispered.
“I can see the appeal to her now, dangerous, wayward, even quite sexy, but meaningless and look at the trashy girl she’s dropped you for” Valerie kissed Zoe’s neck hungrily.
“Save that picture keep it as reminder and a warning of what road she would have taken you” Valerie owned Zoe in every way. Nothing of Zoe was left that could be called her own. Once again reduced to a sobbing broken hearted woman, who gasped as her body gave itself back to the woman who never let go of the keys. Another climax at the horizon of a lost highway.
The night was still relatively young. Lyla skipped her pizza and opted for a liquid dinner instead. Then they changed bars and went to a more darker expensive but exotic looking cocktail bar across the road, called Iced Peaches. The venue was filling up though more relaxed and the drink flowed stronger. Lyla was placing money behind the bar and bought a round of iced teas for the three. Roselyn looked at it awkwardly.
“Hang on I said I won’t be going mad tonight” she laughed.
Cassie thanked Lyla and sipped into the beverage after stirring it.
“Wow Lyla, this is good, I’m getting the next one” she seemed more impressed by the tall glass than the beverage.
“You said that three drinks ago!” Laughed Lyla as she carefully sipped hers.
“Well we can’t keep up with you” snorted Cassie playfully and Lyla could see she was already intoxicated.
“I’d better get home soon, hangovers and
Jayden’s screeching don’t go together” she said referring to her son.
“Oh the night is young and it’s been so nice meeting you stay out another hour” Lyla said with a cheeky grin on her naughty mouth.
“Yes do sis, I’d like you to stay with us” Cassie convinced her. “After all Terry can put up with Jayden tomorrow, you do it enough for him and his “Lads Nights Out”
Cassie patted her back and went up to the bar wobbling on her heels just slightly.
“Well.......” Roslyn said doubtfully.
“Another three of those iced teas” called Cassie to the cocktail waiter who nodded obediently.
“Oh you both are terrible, I’m not really dressed for this” Roselyn looked down at herself with concern.
“Don’t be hard on yourself girl, you are stunning just like your sister” Lyla felt she needed to say the obligatory woman to woman praise.
“Well you are sweet and love the outfit, so edgy, who’s your inspiration for that look?” Asked Roselyn.
“Just someone I knew......” Lyla said with a shrug and a far away gaze.
She was brought back to reality to Cassie putting an iced tea on the table and her phone vibrating. It was Keith. She was about to answer his text asking where she was, when she saw a man enter the premises with two of his male friends.
Tall with his brown hair in a small neat bun He wore a checked shirt and skinny jeans and his goatee was even longer than she remembered. She knew him non other than Greg, the former partner and lover of her old friend and now alter ego Stefani.
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Hell even when she goes out Lyla can't escape her past!. Do I detect Cassie and Lyla getting a little more comfortable around each other? Can't wait for Zoe to find the intestinal fortitude to climb out from under the ego of Valerie! Merit from me!
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So good to see you back writing again. Splendid chapter as always. Made my day to catch up on this gem.
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I've just managed to catch up and what intriguing chapters. You are really weaving a psychological web with your diverse and brilliantly described characters. Also loving the witty dialogue and the details. Enjoyed the clothing deconstructed as so often happens in real life. Wondering when and how Val gets her just deserts. Looking forward to where you take this thriller...
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Fantastic chapter for one of the most interesting and intriguing stories on RU.
It has been awhile since I've read this and every chapter keeps increasing the tempo and the anticipation for what comes next.
I found the way you wrote the build up to going out to be phenomenal and as a woman I can tell you that I've had those pre-night out drinks and conversations all too often. I really felt as if the use of the picture to get her own back on Zoe was fantastic even down to the same wording as well.
Lyla having her special shelf with her very special friend on it was foreshadowing and are we starting to see a more unhinged side of Cassie? Could this be the beginnings of a more darker side to this character, call me tickled purple with intrigue.
As a fan of the colour purple I love the outfit Lyla has worn for the night, would be very hard for anyone to resist her in that.
The section with Valerie and Zoe was so well done and the levels of control just keep being twisted up a notch. Having a meal wearing your lingerie is dark on certain levels and really does just show what Valerie thinks of her deep down.
Finally we finish up with a cliffhanger and I'm in anticipation of whats to come, I have my theories as to how this will develop but I'm going to let you write it and I'll just sit and read letting my excitement manifest itself to your words.
Awesome work and my first merit in a while is for you.
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Chapter XV
Lyla watched as Greg took a seat as one of his friends went to the bar. She studied him from her table curiously as a burning heat of excitement slowly built within her.
Greg looked around as anyone would in a bar but didn’t seem to notice Lyla not that he would. She looked nothing like the Lyla he recognized and she was no longer the Lyla he knew.
“See someone who takes your fancy?” Roselyn asked sipping her iced tea.
“Oh no just......what were we talking about?” She came back again from far away thoughts.
“Nothing really......I really shouldn’t be drinking so much, it does go to my head” Roselyn said but didn’t stop indulging in the beverage.
“Oh hogwash, enjoy your life, you only have one” Lyla mused.
“Life is so complicated and hard sometimes” Cassie stirred her drink with a straw lost in the depths of her own pending despair.
“Life’s only complicated if you let it be” Lyla said and smiled.
“Look at my car crash of a life but now I’m sitting here enjoying a drink with two lovely friends checking out the clientele ” she gazed back to Greg who was savoring a craft beer in a long glass.
“Aww that’s sweet” Roselyn said as she patted Lylas arm.
“Yes.....but....” Cassie flicked her hair.
“Come on Cass don’t bring down the party we all are fighting our battles right now” Lyla said with a sigh. Maybe it was the alcohol but she was feeling light headed and powerful then.
Cassie quickly wiped a tear and avoided a gaze of concern from her sister.
The night continued centering on Cassie’s alcohol fueled deterioration.
“What’s the matter Cass? , you have not been yourself tonight at all” Roselyn slurred her words and snorted a contained sneeze.
Lyla got up. This time she was visibly weary of Cassie’s mood. She carefully walked passed Greg’s table and dropped her lipstick deliberately under his table.
“Oh excuse me I must......Greg....Greg is that you?” She said with convincing performance.
Greg studied her as she hovered down to pick up the fallen lipstick.
He wouldn’t have recognized her only for the chirpy distinct voice.
“Lyla......” his tone was cold and unlike the Greg she knew who used to call over to the house every second day.
“Yes.....it’s me” she gathered herself up.
“I’ve not seen you here before, so how are things, she stood up to him as he sat on the high stool and threw her arms around him. He reacted with an awkward uncomfortable flinch. His two friends looked curiously and grinned at the colorful character.
“You seem so nervous Greg, it’s only me, she still held the embrace as Greg finally and carefully withdrew her arms.
“Sorry about this” he said to his friends and took Lyla by the hand and led her to a corner of a increasingly crowding venue.
His friends looked on and so did Cassie and Roselyn who stared across the filling up bar.
“Lyla what the hell is wrong with you?” Greg snapped.
“Look at your style is this some sick game, you look like.....look like.....”HER!” They both said that part together.
Lyla held both sides of her skirt and twirled.
“Her Greg, indeed I do, out of respect for my best friend” Lyla remarked.
She then rubbed his man bun imposingly.
“I like it Greg....it’s suits you” she said with a titter.
“Lyla! Leave me alone, Stefani isn’t your friend anymore, she isn’t even in my life anymore, all because of you and Lucinda and that man who.......took her” he held his composure but Lyla saw and felt the rage within him.
“No......don’t say that.....you can’t say that......” Lyla said erratically.
“Yes I can and I have” snapped Greg.
“Lucinda came up with the game, you both let poor Stefani take the brunt, and then after all that you didn’t support her to the police. I lost her lost that person I loved, lost myself even....” he said in a lost far away tone.
“Oh Greg you aren’t a victim in this, not even close, as for the game and letting Stef take the brunt, Lucinda must answer....” Lyla was cut off as her shoulders were grabbed by Greg.
“Lucinda answered with her body as you should have done if you had any sense of honor! Instead you sat and done things, twisted things, to appease a rapist fuck, you shall answer” he growled.
“Then when you had the chance to be on their side and maybe even have your side heard you remained silent” he didn’t realize he was still holding her.
A hand pulled his away from Lyla.
“Back off who do you think you are talking to her like that” Cassie barked at him.
“Greg........I....” Lyla was close to tears.
Greg looked at Cassie, Roselyn also showed up on the scene. His friends had walked over too.
“Oh are these your friends Lyla? Do they know what kind of a
nutcase you are?” He sneered.
“You’re horrible!” Cassie remarked to him
“If you want to know the story ask this sicko what she does and what she gets off on! Now leave me alone” Greg walked away to his friends who seemed more baffled than anything else.
Before Cassie or Roselyn could say anything Lyla just called after him.
“Where is she Greg?”
Greg looked back at her and shook his head.
“Do you think if I even knew myself I’d tell you, she’s not the same person anymore, all because of you, stay away from me and more importantly stay away from her, you’ve done enough.....you fucked up psychopath” Greg turned and walked away from them and out of the bar. His friends obviously asking him what it was all about as they looked back at the forlorn Lyla.
“What was all that about?” Asked Roselyn.
“Yeah you have to tell us now” said Cassie as she stood awkwardly next to her sister.
“It doesn’t matter, he’s right, I am a sicko” Lyla burst into tears and stormed off out of the bar.
Cassie and Roselyn ran to get their bags and chased after her.
“I hate Lyla Kenwood” shouted Zoe as she lay in her chosen lingerie as Valerie smiled at each time she said. She licked her lips and seemed to take more internal pleasure at hearing Zoe’s words.
“Why do you hate her?” Valerie’s hand moved slowly up the inner stocking clad thighs of Zoe and found the hot place she sought after pressing her palm against the delicate fabric feeling Zoe’s burning moist but hacked desire building up.
“I hate her looks, I hate what she is, I hate her betrayal, I hate her because she.......” Zoe gasped as Valerie’s fingers slipped inside the laciness they enclosed her seeping passion for hate.
“She......” she began to breath heavily as Valerie’s fingers began to hack her desires once again in her expert way.
“She isn’t you......” Zoe squirmed as Valerie’s fingers massaged her engorged clit, and a finger slipped in deep.
“I hate her as she made me lose myself.......oh god.......” she bit her lip as Valerie’s well trained digits began their non medical examination.
“Not....”Oh God”....just “Oh Val” will do” Valerie whispered, as she felt Zoe’s body respond more and more to her control.
“Oh Val.......I.....I want you.....I must have you.......I’ll never leave again......I’ve been so stupid.......I love you” Zoe panted as Valerie straddled her clad in her own bedroom attire of ivory satin, gold tassels and skin colored fishnets.
Valerie kissed her and bit her top lip as she felt Zoe’s climax drenching her fingers. Withdrawing them as she withdrew her mouth she placed them neatly into Zoe’s panting mouth.
“Taste your love for me my darling, and know nothing else tastes so sweet” Valerie once again sat over her captive and flicked her long hair that flowed down her back in the candle lit room.
“I want you........” Zoe murmured between the sucking of her own juices.
Valerie looked down and still stroking her own hair she smiled and whispered
“Of course you do my darling but.......I’m tired now, it’s been a long and eventful day, we shall hope for a more relaxed day, tomorrow” she began to unhook her stockings from her suspenders.
Zoe sat up still exerted from her ordeal.
“Val I want you I want to make you feel like you made me” she said determinedly
“All in good time my darling, I still need to know I can trust you, you did hurt me a lot Zoe” she pulled off her stockings and neatly folded them and placed them In a drawer. “She smiled at the breathless and lost looking Zoe. Until then you are still a bad girl” she added as Zoe fell back on the bed and thinking Valerie couldn’t see, she wiped her tears away. However Valerie saw everything and smiled as she did so.
Cassie and Roselyn caught up to Lyla as she paced a fast stride in her boots.
“Hey Lyla, don’t be like that we don’t care what he said he was a jerk!” Cassie told her as she walked by her side.
“No he’s right I’m just bad......you go back and have a good night with your sister” Lyla said as she carried on.
“No we aren’t leaving you on your own that would be careless” Roselyn said concerned.
“Oh I can look after myself after all aren’t I the monster who......” she was cut off with a male shout across the street.
“Lyla!” It was Keith accompanied by another man with him. He was short and stocky and looked similar to Keith.
They ran across to the girls as the rain began to fall again.
“Hey you didn’t answer my last few texts, what’s up!” He seemed indignant.
“Oi Cass” he gave Cassie a friendly pat on the arm making her flinch.
Roselyn took an instant dislike to him.
“Look Keith I’m off home, it’s been a bad night” Lyla sounded cold.
“Yeah we’ll go home too then” Cassie said.
Keith smiled “So why not we all go back? This is Rob by the way” he introduced his friend. Lyla had never seen him before or cared for his presence. She wanted to tell him no but she wanted something else more. What it was was dark and mysterious but she wanted it.
“I am a monster” she thought.
“Ok then we’ll go back” she agreed with a slow smile.
Roselyn fidgeted. “I’d better go home then it’s too late as it is” she checked her phone.
“No Roz, come back and stay the night, he can deal with one morning of Jayden. She referred to Roselyn’s partner and child.
“Umm....” she thought. Lyla decided for her. “You’re coming back to ours and I’ll explain about all that fuss earlier” she said in a warm voice.
“Great!” Keith said as he nudged Rob who was lost in a gaze at Cassie’s legs.
They waited for the taxi as the rain poured harder.
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As always you building the suspense and leave us wanting more.
The Val Zoe interactions are just getting more diabolical, while I like the introduction of Greg as a contrast to her previous life.
Now the dark Lyla is coming out and everyone is at risk...
Great work and looking forward to the next installment
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Well this was a grand chapter that is setting the stage for a darkness that we have yet to discover!
Really enjoyed reading this tale of power and control from differing aspects and as always you give us something to consider and reflect upon as we shift our alliances and version on if a character is actually a victim or not.
Greg being as confused as one would imagine when confronted by someone who takes such delight in looking like his ex and primarily the reason for her being an ex!!
Excellent dialogue as we explore the budding friendships between the women and how they rally around the vulnerable Lyla, I hope she hasnt got a Distressed Face on her as a result of this...
Zoe and Valerie are progressing to a deeper level than before and the control is being firmly implanted here. Valerie knows what she is up to and the situation they were performing was tingle inspiring.
Meeting Keith and the subsequent decision to return home can only lead to one place and now with this cliffhanger I'm eagerly awaiting what will happen next as I'm sure you will make it wonderful as always!!!
Loved the chapter and merited before anything else.
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Well, this Lyla is a piece of work now. Such a great job at building the tension as the story progressed. Excellent work as always!
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Yes Jessica you really are a master at building suspense and tension, and this chapter had all that! Loved the confrontation with Greg.
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Tension heightened by Lyla to the point you begin to believe that she was the midnight man all along. What will she tell the sisters about that night. Wondering if Zoe will ever come to her senses and figure out that Val is manipulating her to control her!. love how you keep us questioning the story and all the actions of the characters! merit awarded when the damn system allows me!
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Chapter XVI
They arrived back at number 80, as the rain lashed down harder, a symbol of Lyla’s mood.
She felt intoxicated, lost and looking around the dark taxi seemed to be alone.
Rob and Keith spoke and laughed to themselves.
Roselyn looked tipsy and an expression of concern on her features. Cassie stared into space. Lyla was over her whining, and also felt trapped in a corner to explain the incident inside the bar.
The taxi man was paid most nobly by Keith and Rob as the women hovered around the door. Lyla fumbled for her keys. She opened the lock and the musty smell of damp clothes and stale cigarette smoke greeted them as they piled into the open plan living room.
Rob made a face at the sight of the place.
Keith sat down as entitled as he felt he was.
“What will we do for drink, I’ve no cider left” Cassie seemed concerned.
“I’ll check the fridge, Paul has beer and I’m sure there is wine in the cupboard too” Lyla made towards the kitchen.
Keith lit up a cigarette giving Rob one and got up to follow Lyla. He found her at the fridge.
“Paul will go nuts” he said as Lyla held out a Budweiser.
“Fuck Paul and the whore he rode in on” Said Lyla with a scowl as Keith took the bottle.
She rummaged through the cupboard and found a cheap bottle of wine.
She gave in with miss matched glasses and a bottle of beer for Rob.
He took it politely.
Keith sat on the arm of the sofa and asked Roselyn how her night was.
“It was good......until....oh no wine please Lyla.....it goes to my head in a painful way” She tried to resist the glass.
“Oh hogwash, have one just sip it elegantly. Look you can have the only wine glass we have” Lyla smiled as Roselyn took it with a sigh.
“We are going to be so fucked up” Cassie gulped hers down.
“Well it’s Saturday night so who cares?”
Keith added slurping his beer down spilling half of it on the carpet.
“So are you going to tell us what that was all about, in the bar?” Cassie mumbled as she made a face at the wine.
“No need, just a stupid bloke, someone that changed and is not what I thought he was” Lyla wasn’t going to tell them.
“What bloke?” Asked Keith defensively.
“Nothing.....it’s my business, not to be rude, he just upset me that’s all” Lyla downed her wine.
“You can talk to me chick” Cassie said. “I can see he hurt you, calling you a nutcase, why do men say those things?” She shook her head.
“Hey most of the time it’s true, women can be barking mad” Keith blurted as Rob nodded his head.
“Yeah it’s true” he remarked.
“Keith this isn’t really anything to do with you, and aren’t we supposed to be having fun” Lyla jumped up and picked up the remote for the television and turned on the music channels. Like always her music was drowned out by either Cassie or Keith who took over the remote with modern R&B and house music taking over from her rock tracks.
She sighed to herself. “Why can’t it be back to how it was, people I liked, and doing things I loved” she said to herself. She looked at Cassie who was even managing a smile at one of Rob’s jokes and Keith was gravitating towards Roselyn who suddenly seemed to forget she was tired and afraid of wine headaches.
“Vultures the lot of them, what’s wrong with me?, why doesn’t anyone notice me?” She self exclaimed as she went upstairs to her room and looked for her weed and began to roll a joint.
She heard a stumble up the stairs, it was Keith he went to the toilet and she shook her head knowing he didn’t put the seat up.
“Give me fucking strength!” She said out loud.
He walked out without washing his hands.
He poked his head through her door.
“Hey beautiful.....” he started.
“Fuck off!” Was his response.
“What’s wrong with you now? I thought after last night.......” he was cut off.
“What last night you left a stain on my bed nothing else”‘Lyla lit up her spliff.
“Hey that’s a joint.....wow, can I have some” Keith seemed taken aback.
“No, you’d probably pass out or get sick on my floor, let’s be honest Keith you’re not really cut out for all this are you? Drinking, trying to be cool to Paul, your useless attempts at being sexy. You try to be one the boys but really your just like an old penny you keep turning up” Lyla sniggered as she shook her head and sat down on the bed.
Keith seemed hurt.
“What the actual fuck Lyla? You know what I can see why your precious Zoe left you, she got a much better offer, look at the state of you” and with that he began to walk away.
“And another thing I’ll get Cassie’s sister and Rob is going to have Cassie and the most you’ll get to any action is what you hear behind the walls” he gave her the fingers and walked back downstairs.
Lyla took another puff and then took out the broken phone. She sent Zoe a text.
It read
“I hate you, in fact every time you touched me I pretended I liked it. I’m not even into women, you were just an experiment, a failed one. Have fun being smacked around by your doctor, you must like it rough you warped creature, dont ever call me or text me again. I hate you, you are a pathetic weak dyke and I hate you.
So you hear me, I’m so much happier you are gone and thank Valerie for taking you away from me I was looking for an excuse to get shot of you. I hate you.
Get lost Hugs and kisses Lyla xxxxxxx
She sent the text before she even thought about it and then she felt stupid and looked in the mirror as the mixture of weed and alcohol crashed together like waves in her head.
Cassie was next to enter her room.
“Lyla what’s the matter? What did you say to Keith, he’s going nuts downstairs about you!” She walked over and saw tears running down Lylas face.
“I’m ok.......Cassie.....just go down and enjoy the night don’t worry about me, I was hard on Keith. He doesn’t deserve it. No one deserves me in their lives” she held out the joint for Cassie who took it and gave it a puff coughing before handing it back.
“Wow that’s hitting me in places I never knew existed” she said.
“Stop it, you sound like Zoe” Lyla laughed, she didn’t know why.
“Come back down, and tomorrow you’ll tell me what was the deal with that man in the pub and I’ll tell you something bothering me too, when our heads are clearer” Cassie for once sounded sensible.
She came back down bringing the joint with her.
Keith gave her a hard stare and Lyla gave him an awkward expression.
Rob gave Cassie a wink.
Lyla apologized to Keith who shrugged. “Sorry I’m just not with it ok” she said as Cassie showed Roselyn wear the bathroom was. Rob sat in the corner eyeing them both as they left.
“Ok Lyla I get you, but stop being a bitch then” he said firmly.
Lyla handed him the joint and he puffed and spluttered.
“Christ, what’s in that?” He choked.
“Hey don’t forget me” Rob said as Keith passed it to him with bloodshot eyes.
The women came back. “Who’s the pig who pissed on the seat?” Cassie said indigently.
“Never mind that now, that’s a joint?” Roselyn exclaimed with a frown.
“Well done you got it first time” Rob smirked as he passed it to her he seemed used to it.
Lyla sank into the sofa between Rob and Keith and her head spun she was now out of control and with the spinning, monsters and demons awoke from their slumber within her.
“No way. I don’t do that, come on. Cassie what are you doing?” Roselyn saw Cassie take it and puff on it as it was her last breath. She blew back into her Roselyns face. “Don’t be bore Roz” she squeaked.
“Cassie no.....you can’t do that, we weren’t brought up to do drugs and dont blow it in my face” she coughed.
Rob laughed and Keith gave a stoned chuckle, as Lyla pulled his hand onto her leg and he began to stroke her nylon cladded knees.
“Cass, give me that” Roselyn tried to grab the joint as Cassie backed away.
“Roz you can sooo boring, just live a little, since you met your useless boyfriend and had Jayden you are so boring, a stick in the mud” she took another drag and coughed as she stumbled over onto the floor giggling her dress hiked up around her waist her black panties on display.
“Right Cassie you are going to bed, get up you’re embarrassing us both” shouted Roselyn.
Rob just laughed as he got up picking up the joint. “Nice undies” he remarked.
“Hey back off and give me that joint” Roselyn tried to grab it as Cassie rolled around on the floor.
Keith started over but found his face being turned forcefully towards Lyla mouth who sank her tongue into his mouth pulling his hand up her leg.
“What the hell is going on? He mumbled through the kiss.
“Just shut up and kiss me you twat” Lyla gasped.
Keith kissed her back and slipped his hand further up her skirt as her hands fell on his lap. This provoked a pat on his back from Rob who managed to keep a safe distance from the commotion between the sisters.
Roselyn dragged Cassie up and got a push back. “You know what Roz, you are bring down, look at me I’m Roselyn, I shop at Sainsbury’s now I think I’m posh though I can’t even spell Bridge let alone play it” Cassie mocked her.
“Cassie just stop........” Roselyn tried to grab at her but Cassie pushed her away.
“Fuck off Roz, I’m off to bed and you can stay where you like but I need space, a lot going on in my life and you wouldn’t understand, thanks for ruining my night, you should have gone home to your boring life. Goodnight all!” She said irritably.
“Oh and Lyla, go for it chick ......” she gave a whistle to her friend and then ran up the stairs. Roselyn ran after her and was met with a door slammed in her face.
“Cassie....” she tried to call her sister.
Rob came up behind her.
“Look I outed the spliff things got out of hand” struggled to even stand straight.
“I’m so annoyed at her she gets so bad on drink and drugs......it’s fucking drugs.....” she said shaking her head. She was beyond her limit of intoxication also.
“Yeah sorry, it was probably my fault for stirring things up” Rob offered his hand
Roselyn patted it instinctively.
“I’m calling a cab and going home” she said looking for her phone.
“Oh you won’t get a taxi now, and also you can’t go alone, all those creeps of taxi men driving about, you’d be better off just staying and I’ll share a taxi with you in the morning” Rob held her hand and squeezed it.
“But......I was supposed to stay in her room and........” she was cut off.
“Just stay in this one” he opened the door to Lylas bedroom.
“But......that’s wrong what about Lyla” Roselyn felt his hand pulling her through the door.
“Well she’s rather busy on the sofa with Keith, and if she comes up big deal you are just sleeping as Cassie has locked you out” he pulled her towards Lyla’s bed and she began to resist.
“Where are you staying?” She asked.
“You can’t stay here, I’ve a boyfriend, no.....” she was sat down ok the bed.
“You do talk to much Roz.....take your sisters advice and live a bit” he pulled her face to his and kissed her as she tried to push him off.
Lyla was engaging in her own sexual mission and she seemed to be doing all the donkey work. Her hand roamed down Keith’s now unzipped jeans as she played with his hardening rod. He grunted as she softly ran her hands over the head of his member. One of his hand found its way up her top, and she felt her bra pulled peen and her breast squeezed in irrational fashion.
His other hand was pawing up her skirt as she caught it and pressed it against her hose cladded crotch while she gave a moan of her own. She was hot and was it the weed or the fact she just wanted to get over Zoe, she wanted one thing and Keith was the only real option Rob having departed the scene.
She stopped to unbutton his shirt, as her other hand still slowly built up his erection as his hands drew her wetness.
She stopped and picked up the remote. “Can we put on something good?” She asked already short of breath.
“Play anything you want baby......” Keith kissed neck as she toggled for the right music.
She found a song she fancied as Keith managed to rip a small hole through her sheer tights under the fishnets and she nearly melted as she felt it prod at her soaked purple underwear.
The Who were playing on an old vintage channel.
“See Me Feel Me” was the track. Live at Woodstock.
Lyla flicked it on as Keith pushed her back more.
“My dad listens to The Who” he mused as she began to kiss his naked body.
“Stop talking about your fucking dad and just take me now” she almost growled and bit his neck so hard he pulled back.
“Wow you are incredible” he gasped.
“You’ve no idea what I’m like now shut up.......” she pulled again on his hard manhood as he began to pull down her double layer of hosiery pulling them almost off to leave one leg with the nylon garment clung to them dangling over the sofa as he pressed her down to kiss her as she rubbed him harder and enjoying feeling of his heated organ against the bare skin of her inner thighs.
“See Me, Feel Me, Touch Me, Heal Me” the lyrics played out loud.
Upstairs it was a different story. Roselyn found herself being pushed down on the bed as Rob kissed her lips forcing his tongue further down her throat.
“Get off” she tried to shout but his kisses muffled her voice.
His hands were up her blouse and like Lyla she felt a squeeze but it was not welcome.
It was a grope and filled her with panic.
“Get off stop I don’t want this, please stop. I’ve a boyfriend and a son” she tried one more time to push Rob off.
“You want this really, so cut the act, you could stop me but you are letting me give you the fucking you’ve missed in your boring life” he kissed her more forcefully not letting her answer as his hand unbuttoned her jeans. Her hands that were trying to push at him rested on his body though she wanted it to stop.
He leaned over her and pulled her jeans down.
“No......stop......please don’t do this” she whispered with a whimper.
He ignored her this time and stuffed his hand crudely down her red knickers as she yelped at the touch, her stroked her clit as she grabbed his hand.
“Get off me.....” she grunted as his hand remained firm and he pulled her blouse open.
“Your bloke is a lucky guy” he mused as he pulled her bra down roughly and buried his face into her large breasts. She felt his tongue bite her nipple and as much as she hated the touch it felt good.
Cassie lay on her bed face first dead to the world, still in her dress, her tears that soaked the bed under face already drying up. She had fallen asleep, the door locked and that night Cassie was a safe woman as her sister felt her struggle in the next room and Lyla let loose her desires in the room below.
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Wine, a joint,. and the Who on the radio. Now that is my idea of a great evening. Loved the dialogue in the story Jessica. Great job.
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Oh how very delicious and delightful! What a fantastic chapter that squeezes every last bit of excitement from your words.
Totally loved the dialogue! It flows so well between the characters that I have to keep reminding myself that they are in a story and I haven't been eavesdropping on a real life event.
Character development is spot on here and as much as Cassie is annoying you can't help but feel sorry for her as she is trying to put things together in her head.
Lyla... Well she has certainly put Zoe to bed as far as the relationship is concerned and her interactions with Keith made this girl squeal so well done!!
Very hot sex scene with the counterpoint of what is taking place with Roselyn upstairs which is going to be a bonding moment for the sisters the next day. Once again the house is home to an evil deed.
Awesome chapter, thank you so much and merit obviously.
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Once more we get the glimpse into a mind that leaves us wondering what is tory and what was a reality! love how Cassie sleeps her binge off while Lyla reverts to the slut everyone wants her to be. Roselyn needs to fight or wind up losing more than just a piece of herself! Such direct dialogue that really draws the reader into the story. What will happen, on the mistress of the word knows for sure! Damn not maybe this merit will get them to us faster!
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So well done, Jess! The dialogue just gets us so wrapped up in this. Loved the Who references, really nice touch.
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Loved this chapter. The dialogue enabling the further characterization. The banter and spite excellent. You created the mood in the house so dramatically and then the three women experiencing their own ordeals. The comparison of Ros and Lyla, and Ros and Cassie the night before. Everything unraveling a bit more in the house. Setting up so much future trauma and angst. Well done Jess and as you said the music references spot on, all the way through.
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Chapter XVII
As Cassie slept an alcohol fueled slumber and Lyla was getting aquatinted to Keith on the sofa, Roselyn was in a world of twisted hands and aggressively rubbing fingers.
“Please Rob, get off me please” she begged. He stopped and cursed at her.
“Seriously what’s the fucking problem? Why did you come up here If you didn’t want to do anything?” He pressed her down on the bed.
“You told me to, you didn’t give me a chance to think about it I’m calling a taxi” she tried to get up.
“To hell you are, come on give me something I think you are so fit” he tried to kiss her as she moved her head away, making him just slobber at her cheek.
“Please no.....no” she said again feebly.
“Just stop” she gasped as he lunged his face against her shapely breasts.
“Please I’ve a boyfriend, He’s the father to my child......please” she squirmed as Rob’s hand pushed down her panties again as he crudely felt her sex. Between attacks on her naked breasts he mused.
“Yes we’ve been over this, he’s a lucky guy, and has great taste, but he’s not here and a part of you doesn’t seem to mind this”, he pulled his hand out of her underwear and licked the glistening wetness off his fingers.
“Great taste indeed, I want more of that” he began to kiss down from her breasts to down her navel slowly, has her hands returned to try and push him off.
“No Rob, please don’t do that I.........” she was cut off by her own gasp as she felt him pull down her red underwear with his mouth. Then She felt his stubble against her delicate womanhood, as he dived face first into it slobbering and swirling his tongue around her clit making her body jolt with sensitivity.
“Oh god stop......don’t.....” Roselyn panted as she felt her body not only accept what was happening but enjoy his touch. Her body had abandoned her mind and switched sides only her mind and what was left of her dignity tried to fight the ordeal.
She gasped and even gave Rob a soft moan as he worked her wetness adding his own saliva to it, as he flicked his tongue passed her vagina lips and caused only traumatic, yet exciting havoc behind her unlocked door.
Down in the sitting room and on the sofa Lyla and Keith’s mouths pressed against each other’s as Lylas hands rubbed his twitching member slowly and her drenched purple underwear by now had been discarded to join her hosiery which has slipped onto the floor.
He wedged one hand up her top to fondle her breasts.
Feeling his hot rod against her wanting wetness she pulled his hand onto his member.
“Take me now and you’d better not come in me” she said with a breathless fierce manner.
“I’ve a condom if you want......” he was silenced as he yelped to the bite she gave on his ear.
“You don’t fucking stop talking do you! DONT TALK JUST FUCK!!!” She exclaimed and shuddered with a moan as he took notice and entered her still reeling with the pain.
“Fuck me like it’s your last ever fuck Keith”
She wrapped her legs around him letting him sink further to a point were it was slightly uncomfortable yet filling in the way she’d been wanting to to feel so much.
“Yes she still liked Cock!” She squealed to herself fuck you Zoe!” She didn’t know if she said that part out loud as she was rocked by Keith’s steady thrusts on the sofa.
“You’re so incredible Lyla,” Keith breathed as he bucked up and down making her feel every bit of him.
“Stop talking.......please just go harder......I want to feel like rubbish” moaned Lyla as he buried his mouth against her neck.
“Ok harder it is” and he began to take her more firmly and with more assertive aggression.
“Oh yes.....yes.....finally you are getting it....yes!” Lyla let her hands dangle bedside her as she felt taken to another world.
Upstairs, eyes tear filled and yet lying with no more resistance but an inevitable climax building up to the tongue of a ravager, Roselyn stifled her groans into muffled panting snorts as Rob carried on melting her fight, and fueling her instinctive desires wither she liked it or not.
“You’re going to come for me baby” he said sleazily between the squelching sounds of his mouth. Her body heaved as she clutched the bed, as her pleasure levels increased however unwanted.
She had no more words for him just glassy eyes and a bitten lip.
He stopped only to remove his top, his jeans and underwear after kicking off his shoes. Naked, hard and ready he pushed her back down as she had attempted to get off the bed.
“Not yet.....” he kissed her invasively as she squirmed at is touch, from his hard hot member that pressed against her. She wanted to cry out but no words came, only a strong shameful moan as he entered her with ease.
He took her with steadiness, his manhood eased in by her induced flowing juices brought by his mouth, she tasted herself against his intrusive tongue as he swept it around her mouth as she closed it and looked away, he covered her cheeks with his his saliva.
“You like this really Roz!” He gasped as he he pinned her hands down again and thrusted his naked body between her open legs.
She just starred at Lyla’s bedside table. Her body nearly given to him in climatic frenzy as he worked her harder and the bed began to rock and the springs creaked as he carried on.
“Fuck you, fuck you.......fuck you!” She grunted between heavy breathing as her body arched and with a forceful bite on her neck she came hard to her ravager as it set him off, her tensing body meeting his heaving groan of orgasm as he emptied his nastiness inside her.He collapsed on top of her panting his hardness still jumping deep inside making her squirm at his automatic touch.
“Sorry Roz.......sorry it needed to be done, and you know it was right as much as it was wrong” he gasped as she just lay in her own dying ecstasy.
“You bastard......you total bastard!” Her tears had returned but she didn’t push him off.
Down below, Lyla was continuing to enjoy the hard taking by Keith who seemed to indulge in the scenario. She had scratched him, bitten him, slapped his face to give it to her more and he had responded with controlled brutality of his own. He grabbed her hair pulling it as he rampaged on her, he bit her lip as he kissed her and slapped her backside as he pulled her legs over his shoulders.
“Oh yes....Keith.....that’s it......” she murmured sexily, as his body gave her what she needed. She was still far from a climax but she just needed the “seeing too” she was given.
The drink filled Keith seemed to have stamina this time. He took her hard making her yelp as he thumped her cervix.
Then normal service resumed as he began to shudder and his movements became more irregular.
“No....no Keith.....don’t stop.....don’t come......” Lyla struck his side that was nearly out fo reach.
Keith was losing his stride and he was seemed overcome by heavy pants and manly moans.
“Sorry babes I can’t help it......” he groaned.
Lyla felt him starting to come. “Not in me you fuck”
“I can’t stop......” panted Keith as his thrusts stopped to flood her with his ooze. She felt him come deeply it excited her and annoyed her at the same time.
“Oh you bastard.....I said not in me” she pushed him off as he spilled onto the sofa and carpet as his hands rubbed the last drops out.
“Sorry I said sorry......” he collapsed on the armchair brandishing his softening member.
“Sorry doesn’t cut it, what If I get pregnant......you idiot Keith, and couldn’t you at least gone on for another while longer?” She inspected between her legs with her hand and looked at the slimy substance.
“What a fucking mess” she swore again at him as he looked lost deep in a post orgasmic nirvana.
“Don’t you dare think of going to sleep, clean it up” she said as she threw the remote control at him.
“What!” He exclaimed.
“I’ll get a tissue, and get the morning after pill, it’s no big deal” he said with annoyance.
“No you clean it up with your mouth” she lay back on the sofa and hitched her skirt up again.
“Clean it up or there will not be a next time, and you know you want more......”
“No I’m not doing that” Keith shook his head.
Lyla got up and stormed into the kitchen.
She came back with a large chefs knife from the drawer and she stood behind the armchair slowly bringing the blade to the bewildered Keith’s neck. He felt it dig against his skin.
“You will mate......., you fucking will clean it or I’ll go south with this knife and it really would be your last fuck and you’ll come with me to the chemist and get that pill, is that understood dirtbag?”
“You’re insane!” Keith tried to push the knife away but he felt it dig so hard it drew blood.
“You’ve no idea Keith, no you know what to do” she withdrew her knife and Keith jumped up. He looked as if he was about to run but instead found himself at his knees to his goddess Lyla who returned to her throne hiked up skirt and all.
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That was so amazingly hot. I loved how the scenes shifted back and forth detailing the steamy sex for us to enjoy. Merit for sure. Now I need a cold shower :)
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That was amazing Jess!! An awesome chapter that has just taken such a dark turn.
I also enjoyed the contrasts of scenes and the different ways the characters reacted to the situation.
Roselyn getting raped was very hard to read and the description of the body shutting its defences down and allowing itself to "enjoy" the situation rings so strongly which only exemplifies the humiliation and despair.
Lyla proving once again why she is in my top three characters with a sex scene that just screams of excitement and was very hot to read. Loved her being taken hard!!!
The final part with the knife and control was perfect and let us not forget that Lyla had the knife to her throat the last time when she was made to perform an embarrassing task with her mouth.
Really good work and so sorry for the late viewing, will a merit make it better?
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Advice to Kyle when a knife comes into play- work the lips like there is no tomorrow! Remember John Bobbitt? Love how this it being taken, added addition of possible violence to get her own way, hmmm usually that comes from the rapists not a participant! Have seen a slightly darker tint given to this story, just like in reality and I for one enjoy thinking what can occur next! Merit from me!
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Brilliantly dark and twisted. Loved the line which captures Lyla's conflicted character 'I want to feel like rubbish'. She wanting the climax she couldnt reach while Roz getting one she didn't want was so well done. Always the forced sex in the houses bedrooms. And that last scene with the knife and having to clean his mess. Such a twist on the usual rapist 'clean me up' line. Lyla proving she is a force and watch out Zoe and Val... If she can threaten her lover like that what will she do to those who betray her? As always your characters and rich and diverse. How will Roz react? I hope she fights back unlike Cassie, but her shame may keep her silent. Thanks for this and look forward to the next depraved episode...
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Chapter XVIII
Keith really didn’t even understand how he came to between Lylas legs and tasting his own semen, he also found it surreal his neck was bleeding. He wanted to run, he had his fun now he needed to get out from the clutches of this unhinged individual, but he couldn’t. The way she spoke to him struck something within him and he craved more and even felt his excitement stir again, as her hands held his face in place to continue the “job” she’d given him
Lyla was panting softly as she felt his tongue massage her clit. The rape fantasy had dwindled somewhat as he seemed more eager then she’d liked him to but in her head she imagined he hated doing it.
“ Tasting his own ooze and enjoying it” she thought as his tongue made her tingle more and more.
“You sick animal, you filthy bastard......” she said with evident pleasure.
Keith said something muffled and inaudible. Not that she cared what he had to say.
“That’s it lap it up” she breathed more urgently as she tried to keep the fantasy alive in her mind.
She imagined the Midnight Man had crept into the house and held Keith by gunpoint to what he was doing now.
“Yes that’s it” she pushed her own hand yo her top and stroked her firming nipples as he gripped his head more.
Keith own hands were stroking her one of her legs and the other had roamed south to his once again exposed stiff organ.
She was lost in the rough sea of Lylas World and dark fantasies came alive triggered on by Keith’s surprisingly strong technique in the art of female oral stimulation.
She saw Stefani cowering to the dirty intruding hands of the Midnight Man, Lucinda begging for him to stop. Lyla being held by a knifepoint to make them both feel her tongue and its unwanted gift of forced pleasure.
“Oh fucking God......” she moaned as her body became more and more lost to his touch.
Her hand on his head grew firmer and her stroking fingers on her breasts carried on their performance of helping her reach that destination.
Keith was fully flying solo to himself as he worked her to a frenzied orgasm.
Keith felt her fortress walls crumble and fill his mouth with flowing squirts of ecstasy.
He backed off his face drenched by the fluids of her climax. She panted heavily as he continued to stroke himself harder
“Good then?” He asked kicking his lips.
“Average at best......” she sighed breathlessly.
Keith laughed. “Well you are the best faker if that was average” he smirked and knelt next to her in the couch placing her hands on his twitching erection.
She removed them at once.
“Fuck off” she sneered.
“Hey you owe me at least a wank” he tried to put her hands back on his engorged manhood.
“Finish yourself off” she said irritably.
“Fine but over you” he began to stroke himself hard as he pulled her skirt back up to reveal her thigh.
He panted harder and harder while he jacked himself off over her body. Lyla felt somewhat uncomfortable by it.
“How is this taking so long?” Asked Lyla. “Can’t you even manage to get yourself off? She shook her head.
“Shut up Lyla, come on just suck me off or something......please” he grabbed her head forward towards his member.
Lyla sighed and took him back into her mouth.
She played with his tip with her own tip of her tongue noticing he tasted different that night.
Listening to Keith’s excited breathing and irregular groans Lyla began to feel impatient.
“Will you just come for god sake....” she gave up using her mouth and pulled it away leaving a saliva trail and rubbed it hard with both her hands impatiently and void of any enjoyment.
“Oh that’s it.......Lyla......oh fuck.....” Keith’s deep murmurings let her know he was ready.
“Suck it.....suck it” he commanded but she wasn’t obeying him. She pulled back and after one more hard tug, she let him spill onto the sofa as he begged her not to.
He moaned and groaned as jets of his seed shot against the back of the couch as Lyla dodged it like was dangerous
“Right bed time, and you know you’ll be cleaning that tomorrow” Lyla got up and away from the breathless yet disappointed Keith.
She loved the control she had over him, even making his orgasms disappointing made her feel a wave of power.
“Why didn’t you suck it” he panted as he put away his sticky shrinking rod.
“Because I didn’t want to Keith got it, you can either sleep there or with me but decide now” she began to walk up the stairs.
He followed and she felt that control radiate on to his lack of self respect.
“Did he even despise himself as much as she hated her own soul?” She thought as she got to the door of her room and opened it to jump out of her skin as a person jumped out if the bed.
“What’s wrong?”murmured Keith behind her.
“Two little love rats in my bed but not sleeping” Lyla said as she turned on the light. Roselyn covered herself up with obvious shame.
“Oh sorry Lyla,I thought....we thought.....” Rob stammered as he stood in his boxers.
“Wow you dog!” Applauded Keith to his friend.
Roselyn began to cry. “What have I done.......” she sobbed into Lylas duvet.
“What haven’t you done?” Lyla said coldly.
“In my bed too, all this “I must get back to my boyfriend and child......blah blah blah” she carried on sarcastically but clearly annoyed.
“It was wrong we agree and we are sorry” Rob tried to come between Lyla and Roslyn.
“You are a horny bloke, who cares if you are sorry because you know what you wanted and you’d do it again in an instance.....won’t you” she said darkly.
Rob looked at Keith who shrugged.
“Lyla it’s not like that I made a mistake.......you bastard” she slapped Robs naked arm and tried to cover herself up.
“Don’t blame him, you know what you were doing, I mean who goes to bed with a man and not expect something to happen. I get it all now, Cassie’s out of the way in bed I was downstairs with Keith so sneak away and have a bit of fun is it? What sort of idiot do you take me for?” Lyla felt the annoyance and betrayal from Zoe face her in the form of the sobbing Roslyn.
“I think this has all gone a bit far.....I’ll get a taxi and we’ll go home” Rob butted in.
“Oh yeah, you’ll go home and no panic, just leave a mess here for me to clean up is it?” Lyla faced him.
“Well what do you want? Me to do the laundry?” Asked Rob sarcastic and confused.
“You can go home and yes do the laundry after you get a bit more dirty” Lyla licked her lips.
“What?” Everyone else said together.
“Get back into my bed, and fuck, you might as well” Lyla sneered.
“What are you talking about?” Roselyn sighed as more tears appeared.
Lyla rolled her eyes.
“Someone give me chalk and a blackboard do I have to draw it out? Get back in my bed and fuck your cheap one night stand, you might as well, then go back to your man and son like nothing ever happened you condescending, unbearable slut” Lyla said coldly.
“Lyla how can you say that to me?” Roslyn cried
“I’m not like that he forced me to have sex with him” she faced Rob hysterically.
“You know you did” she slapped his naked body again.
“Oh you lying bitch, you know it wasn’t that way, just because you regret it now” Robs indigence was convincing.
Lyla grabbed Keith’s phone out of his hand. She typed in 999. “If that’s true Roz you better call the police right now, you see something like that happened to me before and I didn’t call them and I should have but this time I won’t fail another woman” Lyla said with faux concerning passion.
“Don’t she’s lying” Rob cried out frantically.
Roslyn just looked down and sobbed.
“Don’t worry Rob......I know she is, and she won’t call them because that’s fucking disgusting!” She exclaimed.
“For that Roz, you are going to get it good this time and Rob here is going to give you one more seeing to before you fuck off back to your life” Lyla snapped sharply.
“What are you going to do” Roz said in a scared tone.
“Lyla this has gone too far just get over it and clean the sheets it’s not a big deal” Keith said in her ear.
“Dammit I knew you are like an old man when I had sex with you Keith but not an old woman, not your room, not your circus and not your monkeys” Lyla snapped at him. Something was lost in her and maybe it was the drugs or drink but she couldn’t explain it never mind stop it.
The old Lyla was deep in her begging her to stop. That Lyla was long destroyed and her voice a tiny whisper telling her to stop in the stormy sea of fantasies.
“Right get back into bed and we’ll forget about all this tomorrow” Lyla said.
“Do it or I’ll ruin both your lives with your own lies” she bellowed when she got no response.
“You can’t make us do this” Roslyn sobbed but cried out as Rob took her gently back in bed.
“I think her watching is a turn on” he smirked as Lyla resumed her position of being a spectator and arranged her playlist.
Keith slipped out the door taking back his phone.
“Where are you going?” She called out to him.
“Home where I should have stayed.....” he said somberly back up to her.
Lyla felt a pang of sadness and her eyes filled up. Keith showed her once again there was no badness in him and yet he seemed to pay her price for it.
“Get off me please” Roslyn cried as she felt her underwear pulled down again that night and Rob’s body press her down as his mouth invaded hers and muffled any further protest. All the while Lyla watched cross legged, watery eyed and smelling of her own sex.
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That is the hottest oral sex description I have read in some time. Love how she takes control of Roselyn as well. Merit easily earned on this one
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I'm breathless. That was so depraved, dark, intense. Lyla becoming rapist and enabler. Feeling nothing, except the thrill of power, her spark of humanity suppressed deep inside. Making Roz accept a second rape, to avoid exposure - that is diabolical Jess. Even Keith fleeing in despair. Wow. I can't wait to see where this goes.
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WOW what a chapter, one minute Lyla is using Keith like her personal sex toy the next she's bringing other into her dark world just because they made out in her bed. Love how dark Lyla became! I clearly see where Roslyn hoped Lyla would take her side against Rob, man can just imagine Roslyn's face when that backfired against her! Damn hot sex that you can see happening in real life! merit awarded from me!
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I have an idea..I'll just start reading all of Jessica's stories. Because I cum the entire time. I love the interactions between people. There is no guessing who is doing what, as we all see her words so well, it's like a movie, not a story
a merit and 3,983,018 licks
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Once again an amazing chapter of a story that seems to get darker with each moment. As close as possible to get to horror without crossing that boundary.
Lyla allowing the fantasy to take over reality as she becomes that which she has fought against before.
Tingling was inspired by reading this and looking forward to seeing where it goes now and if your ideas match what I'm hoping for.
Always a pleasure to reward writing like this with a merit
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I have been remiss in commenting on this story, but tonight I got caught up on the past two chapters. Wow! Love how Lyla has turned into such a dark bitch, lording over Keith, even mocking him that he can't even get himself off. Then tearing into Roselyn, totally unsympathetic to the fact that Rob raped her.
Lyla rolled her eyes.
“Someone give me chalk and a blackboard do I have to draw it out? Get back in my bed and fuck your cheap one night stand, you might as well, then go back to your man and son like nothing ever happened you condescending, unbearable slut” Lyla said coldly.
You are such a master of dialogue!
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Chapter XIX
“Get off me, please get off me” Roslyn cried at Rob’s forceful nature, he seemed more urged on by Lyla’s eyes as she lit her last cigarette and put on music, the track Lay Lady Lady by Bob Dylan coming on was no accident.
“While the struggle continued she brushed her hair and wiped the smeared make up off her face as the night was over, or almost over for her.
Roselyn’s body was crudely groped by Rob as he made himself naked on top of her, his hardness back and ready for round two of the night.
“This is sexy Roz, just go with it” he whispered.
“Get off.......” she was muffled out again by his tongue.
His weight held her on the bed and his hand moved down from groping her once again exposed breasts to clutch his hot, hard member that prodded her eagerly.
“Lyla please help me.....” she said muffled as she squirmed as Rob positioned himself between her forced open legs.
Lyla just sat peacefully and carefully glanced in the mirror as if it was a cheap cheesy infomercial on the tv.
“No.....I won’t help” she finally said .
“You got yourself into this mess, you can get yourself out of it” she stood up and watching Rob begin to take her again with steady thrusts she just shook her head at Roselyn’s struggles.
Rob was all over her her, slobbering at her neck and gripping her naked breasts as she turned her head away.
“I’m going to go to the police......” she whimpered as her body shook from the ravaging Rob was giving her.
“Yes this will be traumatic but going to the police would be a bad idea, see they’ll ask lots of questions, really nasty questions, you’ll have it go to court, you’ll have to get witnesses, and there will be some who’ll say you made it up” she smiled at herself in the mirror.
“It has to be rape because.........you can’t admit to yourself you are a cheater on your family” Lyla carried on as Roselyn whimpered and groaned as Rob kissed her mouth as he moaned with excitement.
“The best thing to do would be go home, have a nice long shower, get back into bed with your bloke and try and forget it all happened, or better still make something dark and seedy into something else. Make this experience define you......that’s what I did......” she smiled evilly unlike the chirpy nerdy Lyla she used to be.
“Right it’s time for bed” she stood up and slowly stripped off her skirt and top and climbed into the shaking bed.
“Move over sailor, she slapped Rob’s bare buttocks as he still took the panting Roselyn with no mercy or relent.
Lyla reached down and pulled at Rob’s stabbing hardness that was buried in Roselyn’s abused sex.
She tugged at it while Rob grunted and then with a cry of final exertion he collapsed on top evidently coming hard again inside of a sobbing Roselyn who was by now oblivious to Lyla’s presence.
“Actually I did help you Roz, It’s all over now” she sighed as Roselyn was frozen with hard shaking sobs of raped anguish.
Rob was on a different planet of post orgasmic alcoholic bliss still crushing the naked beaten Roslyn with his naked sweaty weight
“Right get out of my bed, this chick needs her beauty sleep and you dirt-birds have stained my sheets.......out” she exclaimed as she gave naked flesh a kick. She felt Roselyn’s tear ridden face as she held it and gave the helpless woman’s quivering lips a long delicate kiss muffling out any more protest left in her. Then Lyla licked hers.
“It’s been........well.....it’s been real......” she said as she turned over and passed her limit of drugs, sex and alcohol she passed out.
She missed Rob get out of bed and dress. She missed Roselyn push him off her frantically as he offered to order her a taxi.
She missed them leave the room of depravity and despair.
She missed the departure of the night and the aftermath of sexual conquest and trauma.
She was awakened by a familiar voice.
“Hey Lyla.....hey I got you coffee from across the road. Hey......it’s gone passed 1 in the day.
Lylas eyes flickered as she woke to a dressed and smiling Cassie holding a take away cup over her bed.
“I really must lock that door......” she said to herself and sat up. The room was a state though at least the evidence of what happened in her bed had dried to the sheets.
“Thanks Cassie, really that’s kind” she murmured and coughed. “Oh I must look how I feel” she spluttered.
Cassie laughed and sat on her bed sipping from her cup.
“Yeah we really went all out last night chick, I passed out” she said with a chuckle.
“I’m so sorry for the spat I had with my sister, it always happens when we drink too much. Still she got home safely” Cassie glanced at her phone.
“She texted?” Asked Lyla falling on her back again and groaning holding her head.
“Yes she texted me at 6 according to this, I sent her a message back but no reply, she’ll be mad for awhile with me but it will blow over, she’s probably in a state today too” Cassie went on.
“Oh I bet she is........” Lyla said wickedly.
“Oh gawd!!! I’m not drinking ever again., ever ever again..........for 3 days” she laughed and Cassie grinned back at her.
“I’m feeling better today, I mean I’m hungover and all, but I think it was good to have a blow out, going to Paul’s bedroom was a mistake and I’ll make sure it will never happen again” she looked sad again but seemed to find strength from her coffee.
“Well live and let learn” Lyla said. “I expect we’ll be honored with his lordship’s presence today at some point......the thought of it makes me want to start drinking again.......even in this state” she smiled weakly.
Cassie said nothing.
“Any word from Zoe?” She asked.
“No” was the flat reply. Lyla looked at her phone. Cassie didn’t press it.
“So did anything happen with Keith or Rob? I think Rob was into me, I got that vibe but if you got there chick it’s ok” Cassie said playfully.
Lyla looked away. Cassie smirked at her.
“Rob? Keith? Oooooh which one?” She jabbed Lyla’s shoulder giddily.
“Stop that! Look it was Keith and it was a mistake and we’ll never mention it again......” Lyla knew she was blushing.
“Wow.............” Cassie said. “Dark horse Lyla well that must help getting over Zoe, must be great to be bisexual just can be more choosy. So what was he like?” Cassie was starting to annoy Lyla at that point.
“He wasn’t bad but he’s too immature and I don’t think he would meet my needs if it became a regular thing.......not many can” she whispered at the end.
“Besides he got kind of weird afterwards like he regretted it all and rushed off” Lyla said with a hint of true sadness.
“Huh that’s just men hun, they get what they want and just make off afterwards job well done” Cassie said shaking her head.
Lyla just nodded.
“And Rob? My sister?” Cassie pressed her.
“What about them?”’Lyla sipped her coffee.
“You know what? Did they?” Cassie asked. “I mean if she got back at 6, then she must have left here at gone 5.......they didn’t did they?” They did?” Cassie seemed shocked but not surprised at the same time.
“I don’t know........when I came to my room........” Lyla said no more.
“She did! The dirty slut! I knew it!” Cassie paced around.
“Look say nothing, I don’t know anything” Lyla quickly said back.
Cassie shook her head.
“Its ok hun, I won’t throw you under the bus, but she’s with her fella, 7 years, and there’s Jayden, how could she?” Cassie was outraged.
“Just a mistake, haven’t we all made them Cass” Lyla said looking Cassie right into the eyes.
Cassie nodded. “I suppose you are right, I’ll ask her about it in due time, and I liked Rob” She said indignantly.
“Right Cassie I need to get up and shower, can I have some time please and then we’ll go for something to eat, yes?” She sat up again feeling the hangover rush to her head.
Cassie smiled. “Yes that sounds fab chick. Wow Roz.......I can’t get over her” she said as she walked out.
Lyla collapsed back on the bed feeling sick.
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Love how Lyla just sat there and did nothing while Rob raped Roz, How callus and jaded can one person be! I do agree with her not telling Cassie anything about Roz, better to let Cassie finds out herself.. A good point was brought up in just what is Zoe and the 'doctor' doing while this is going on! (Something to delve into????) Merit awarded from me for a dark chapter that is setting up future events (Can't wait to read what Cassie does to Lyla when the truth comes out!)
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A wonderful squeal inducing chapter that made me remember just how much I love this story and the complexity of the characters lives.
Lyla continuing to be the character flirting with the borderline of insanity as far as her sense of right and wrong goes.
We see how she treats those who she feels are not accepting the darkness of sexual encounters as she has been introduced to, her almost dismissal of what is going on shows a darker side to the lovely, sweet girl.
Just kicking them out of bed when they are done and avoiding the mess made was a true visual and at least she gave Roselyn a parting kiss to show she cares!
The follow up with Cassie was very good and I'm with Graham in wanting to see how the conversation goes between the sisters and who will take the moral high ground considering they both have a shared experience to draw upon now.
Fantastic chapter and merit was awarded instantly!
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This is classic stuff. Lay lady lay by Dillon is one of my all time faves. Love how lyla climbs in bed mid rape and gives him a hand so to speak. Great job !! Merit on way
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Gosh. Nasty, hot, intense, as we expect from you. Lyla really living her inner demons, to her own ultimate disgust/regret? The mirror and getting into bed to help, and then the heartless dialogue during and after the act was chilling. Love where you are taking us as you reveal Lyla's psychology and its unraveling. The line about the dirtiness remaking herself was profound