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The Slave and the Slut

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antisocialman

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The Slave and the Slut
« on: December 21, 2008, 06:51:04 AM »
Slave

“Uh uh uh uh uh uh oh yeah oh fuck me, baby, oh yeah, oh fuck oh fuck oh oh oh oh you’re hittin my spot, oh fuck you’re hittin my spot…”

Jessica enjoyed the thrill of a midday’s fuck inside the little studio apartment she was using. Anna’s body was curvy and soft and her hair was that nice curly black as she rubbed her wetness all over the shorter blonde. Anna’s body was like wet rubber the way it made squishing noises as the two women fucked; it was beautiful and so was she, but it contrasted against the small blonde’s big artificial tits and her tanned legs and nice ass. Anna was about a good soft voluptuous 5’10” and Jessie was at 5’8” and while not passing for a fitness model, fit enough. Jessica groaned and moaned in delight; this was what it was all about. Work at Terry’s was tonight, but for now, it was a little afternoon delight for her and her new girlfriend.

Anna- Man… that was fucking awesome. You just fucking rock at this shit… I think I’m falling in love with you.

Jessica- Awww, you make me feel so good inside when you say stuff like that, Anna. But you know the rules; ah’ve got work in a few and I need to clean up before ah go.

Anna- Can’t we just do one more quickie before you go?

Anna had told just about every girl she’s fucked that she was in love. But Anna really felt a genuine sense of love for Jessica; it was as if Jessie’s sex was an addiction. Anna looked around the wall of the bedroom and saw the nice blood red paint, but was more interested in the different varieties of dildos hanging on the wall, each one wrapped in plastic and stamped like a comic book collector‘s prized possessions. Anna sees the chains and whips and masks and objects that look like grapes, a set of penis-shaped keys, some sort of propeller looking contraption that she believed was a fan at first, and a bunch of drumstick-shaped massagers next to a basket full of batteries. The rest of the apartment didn’t have the look of this bedroom, and it was very clean. Anna couldn’t quite understand why she was being asked to leave, but she didn’t really worry herself with it. This had happened several times before, and the sex was good; Anna was beginning to get used to it.

Jessica- Ah have to clean this whole place up before ah go to work, sweetie. Ah can’t go to work with stuff all messy; when ah come home, ah like to come home to a clean place.

Anna- Ohhhh, okay Jess, but I really could’ve used another quickie before I leave. You’re just so good at this, and there are so many different tools to experiment with here.

Jessica- Anna babe, we’ll do this again real soon. Ah promise we will.

The big raven haired girl got up off the king sized bed with the purple covers and put her clothes on. She took her time as Jessie began to pick up the pizza boxes from the last few days and then, starts vacuuming. As soon as Anna left, Jessie picked up the phone, and after waiting a few minutes, she put in a call.

Jessica- Yeah Tracy… you wanna come over and fuck me?… Oh no, ah’m just straightening up around here… yeah, ah’ve been missing you too… Okay, ah’ll leave the door  open for you.

Jessica hung up the phone and jumped on the bed, rolling around in glee. She was getting close to her quota for the week, and it was only Tuesday. The door opened and closed. Jessica didn’t hear any footsteps and got to her feet immediately, wondering who this could be as she moved back into the front room.

“Hey there, Jessie.”

Jessica- Stacey? Hi Stacey… ah didn’t know you were back in town.

Stacey was a very small girl, but well defined. She stood at 5’2” and had dark red hair, almost to the degree that it was black at nighttime. Stacey had slanted gypsy like eyes and high cheekbones and thin but nice lips. She had honey brown skin, small but defined biceps, and a big ass and strong thighs. She was wearing a black hoody (sweatshirt with a hood) and blue jeans with dark blue Timberland boots and the 22-year old from Milwaukee looked about as innocent and harmless as could be as she came in with a duffle bag and a basketball. When Stacey spoke, her voice was like Minnie Mouse, very light and very sweet and barely noticeable.

Stacey- I’ve been in town; I’ve just been busy doing stuff before I decided to come here.

Jessica towered over Stacey and extended her arms outward for a hug. Stacey was half Black and half Filipino and she took off her hoody to reveal a black tank top and a black panther tattoo on her left shoulder. She and Jessica hugged as Jessica stuck her small hand under Stacey’s shirt and rubbed her stomach, across her muscles accenting her solar plexus to the defined line that runs right down the middle of it to her navel, which was round and stuck in slightly, but the “nut” portion of the navel stuck out, to her super sensitive lower belly below it. Stacey was moaning and groaning as the blonde’s knuckles were forcing her to really get into the spirit of things as she began to back up towards the couch.

Jessica- Don’t ah treat you good, baby? Aren’t you a good little girl?

Stacey- Uhhhh… you do… uhhh… yes, you do. But you’ve been so bad, Jessie.

Jessica- Oh baby… oh baby… how bad have ah been?

Stacey stepped back and held Jessica’s hand in her own, panting and smiling. Stacey pulled the blonde forward and slammed a vicious right hook into her stomach, just above the navel.

Jessica- UUUUGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!

Jessica doubled over hard; her eyes and mouth were wide open and saliva began to drizzle. She couldn’t breath at all and she felt like she was going to die as the redhead’s knuckles grinded into her belly. Stacey quickly took a step back, assuming her boxer’s stance with her right leg forward because she‘s left handed, her legs bent in a crouch, and her arms raised, and she banged a hard right hook to Jessica’s exposed left side.
 
Jessica- AUHHHHH!!!

Stacey- You better not go down, bitch! Stand the fuck up NOW!!

Jessica- (sobbing) Stacey… pleassssse, Staceyyyyy…. ah didn’t do anythingggggg…. Please stopppppp.

Stacey- Yeah right, bitch… (getting in Jessica’s face as she stands back up) you’ve been fucking giving freebees away without charging these bitches to fuck you!! You’ve been letting these bitches fuck you for FREE!!!

Jessica- No ah haven’tttttt…. Stacey, ah swear… ah haven’t--- AHHHH!!!

Stacey slapped Jessica hard with a closed right hand and the blonde staggered back as Stacey stepped in a gave her a hard uppercut to her stomach, lifting the tall blonde up on her toes with an “UFFFF!!!” and then flooring her with a left cross to her jaw, “Unnhhhhh!!!!”

Stacey- Bitch, get the fuck up!!

Jessica was sobbing as she turned over on her stomach and got to her hands and knees, only to have the tiny girl kick her hard in the ribs and continue to kick her, looking to hook her foot around and get her stomach. Jessica was screaming as the little redhead yanked her over onto her back and jumped, slamming both of her petite feet onto Jessica’s stomach, and forcing a horrified “OOUUGGHHHH!!!!” from her.

Stacey- Let me fucking tell you something, bitch. You don’t fuck anybody without that bitch paying the fucking rate… I am the only bitch who you fuck for free and that is because I own your bitch ass. I come back here from fucking Milwaukee and all my problems back home and you’re here with that stripper whore fucking and she ain’t fucking paying?! You didn’t think I was gonna find out, Jessica?

Jessica- (screaming and sobbing) AH’M SORRY STACEY!!! AH’M SORRYYYYY, PLEASE DON’T BEAT ME….

Stacey- Bitch, you better keep the fucking noise down, because if somebody calls the police, then I’m gonna fuck you up even worse.

Stacey stood over the much taller blonde as Jessie backed into a corner and brought her knees up, covering herself up.

Stacey- Bitch, you’re sorry huh?

Stacey, pulled the chain off of the black leather dummy hanging in the bedroom and lashed it on Jessie’s knee. The blonde screamed again and Stacey quickly swiped the chain across the blonde’s mouth, forcing a deep cut.

Stacey- Now move again, bitch! I fucking dare you to move. It smells like a fucking French whorehouse in here, but all I see are unpaid bills! Where the fuck is the fucking money?!!

Jessica stood up and turned around. Stacey ripped the white t-shirt off of the blonde and ripped off the white panties. Stacey began to lash Jessica across the back with the chain, each lash opening up a cut or creating a deep bruise. Jessica could only sob silently, and if she dropped to her knees, Stacey hit her in the back of her head.

Stacey- Get the fuck up!!

Jessica and Stacey had known each other since grade school. Jessica was from Athens, Georgia and Stacey was from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, but the two went to elementary school together in New Orleans. Jessica remembered when she was 13 and Stacey was ten, that Stacey stole her lunch during recess. Jessica didn’t know what to do about it, but was encouraged to confront the tiny poor girl by her friends. When Jessica confronted Stacey, she only wanted to tell the biracial girl that she could have asked her for some food and she would have gotten it, but Stacey snapped and beat her up in front of everyone after school. Even the teachers were laughing at Jessica as the much smaller and quiet Stacey doubled her over with stomach shot after stomach shot and put her in a headlock, battering her face. Jessica would get on the bus and be forced to sit next to Stacey, and the gut shot beatings would take place every day on the way to school. Sometimes, Stacey would catch Jessica in the hallway and punch her in the stomach just for the hell of it. Stacey was always held in pretty high regard by the teachers in high school, but that was probably because she was sleeping with them. Stacey made all A’s through those four years and continued to beat up on Jessica, eventually, getting her in the showers during gym class and having sex with her… well, more like forcing Jessica to have sex with her. Jessica never really tried to fight Stacey back; she would often try to be friends with the toughest girls in school to distance herself from Stacey. But unfortunately, those girls were all straight and would beat up Jessica if she tried to come on to them.

Stacey liked guys too, and Stacey would get into fights with the other girls in the bathrooms or in the neighborhoods, but never out in the open at school like with Jessica. Stacey would get threatened and a lot of times, girls would be looking to jump her, but Stacey started carrying a gun, mace, brass knuckles and a knife. Despite the Columbine High School shooting, the security did not search bags and no one suspected Stacey to be involved in anything anyway. She knew how to play that small innocent girl role when she needed to.  One time, a group of girls surrounded Stacey in the hallway and they were escorting Stacey to the bathroom to be jumped, but security showed up and Stacey got them all kicked out of school. Stacey was the biggest slut at the school, and this, along with her big mouth and Napoleonic complex, is what kept her into fights and problems with the other girls, but she could manipulate the teachers and male students in her favor by using her slutty ways.  Stacey told Jessica that her mother was one of the pioneering female boxers before Stacey was born and that’s how she learned fighting. Stacey had been homeless and lived a very hard life. She didn’t trust anyone, and she got her money and a scholarship to Tulane University having sex, but once she had Jessica under her control, she decided to pimp the blonde out. Stacey taught Jessica some boxing techniques and taught Jessica a lot of her street wisdom. Jessica had been in fights, sometimes with Stacey watching, and she had won some and lost some, but she could never even imagine standing up to the tiny redhead. And as the bills and the rent got higher after Hurricane Katrina, Stacey only became more violent. As Stacey grabbed a long purple dildo off of the wall and strapped it on over her jeans, Jessica could only imagine what horrors awaited her…

Device’s grinded against the dirty black haired, green eyed woman in the ugly brown trench coat and took the cigarette from the lady’s mouth, putting it in her own. The room was dark and the alcohol was very watered down on this night. The old blonde, May, was on stage and doing her usual ‘riding the imaginary horse’ routine that never gets old for the crowd at Terry’s Tits and Ass Topless Tavern, no matter how old May has gotten. The 6’ tall black haired Device with her blue eyes and green bikini and blue dragon tattoo curving around her body looked fluorescent in the dark blue of the booth.

Device- Soooo, what bring you here, sherie? Who you be?

“I am called The Seeker.”

Device- That right?

Device took the cigarette out of her mouth for a moment, and then took a sip of the Seeker’s scotch.

Device- This some nasty shit you be drinking. So, what you be seeking, Seeker?

Seeker- A woman.

Device- (laughing) Well! I believe you come to the right place for a woman, no? You take your pick; you have any woman here, and if you play your cards right, you may not have to pay for one, ha ha. But we gonna have to give you a bath… the smell of you, ha ha ha.

Seeker- I’ve been on a long journey. And I seek one woman.

Device- And who be this woman you seek, Seeker?

Seeker- Her name is Marie.

Device- Marie… pretty popular name in these parts. (laughing) We got about three or four ‘Marie’ who work here. Only one here right now. But you worry about her later; let me help you get off. That what you come to Device for.

Seeker- She wouldn’t be in a place like this.

Device- Then what the hell you doing here? You should be out looking for her, no?

The Seeker took out a photograph and a syringe. The brunette took her jacket off with Device’s assistance and injected the black liquid into her arm and tears ran down her face as Device cackled and the dragon on the body of the Creole exotic dancer growled and licked its lips. For a moment, Seeker was seeing everything in waves, Device’s body seemed to take on a liquid shape as she smoked and grinded and it seemed as though the dragon was dancing with the black haired Creole as she listened to the Seeker, throwing in a occasional laugh here and there.

Seeker- She was about 5’6” and 130 lbs… she’s got long curly black hair; her hair had this glow to it, this shine, like a glowing sunset in the dark clouds over the rolling waves of the ocean. And her eyes… endless blue eyes… eyes you could just lose yourself in. How I love to love Marie. She was born a poor Mexican; she lived in the streets and came here with her family but she rose above it all and she ruled the world. She was so angelic and so beautiful, with that little mole near her chin and one on her cheek… two beauty marks. I want her so badly… you just don’t understand because this is what you do all the time. You feed the hungry, the sexless, those who want an escape, this whole sexual thing is your business, but Marie… oh sweet Marie Gonzales, she was a virgin and a pure woman the likes of which would never set foot in a place like this.

Device was an army of glowing women with dragon tattoos in the mind of the Seeker as the liquid took hold of her and she felt Device’s hands going into her jacket, under her shirt and rubbing her belly.

Device- So what happened to you and this Marie girl?

Seeker- She dumped me.

Device- AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! I hear everything when I do the lap dances, I tell you. Every story is new and unique and you are a real piece of work, sherie.

Seeker- I could never touch the virgin body of Marie. Sleeping with her was the only way to set her free, but I couldn’t violate her… I was not worthy. Now, I live off prostitutes and this black death I drill inside myself. That which nourishes me, destroys me… until I feel the creamy honey skin of Marie and taste the cherry lips.

Device brings her bare pedicured foot up the Seeker’s mouth and the trench coated brunette allows Device’s big toe access as she sucks it with a fury before burying her face and tongue in the dragon lady’s crotch.

Device- Yessss, taste it. I’ll ring up for another round of this nasty throat burning shit you drinking and I’ll make you forget all about Marie. Taste it… yeahhhhh…

“Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, I’m the fuckin bitch I’m the fuckin bitch…I’m the baddest bitch in here.”

Jessica- Stacey… please stop… its hurting meee…. Ah can’t go on like thissss, you’re gonna tear itttt!! Ah won’t be able to fuck anybody if you tear itttttttt!!!!

Stacey- If I fuckin do, then it’ll heal… you will just have to deal with it. I’ll teach you NOT to fucking cheat on me. If they fuck you and pay, then it’s okay. But when you let them get up in you and you don’t collect from them, then it’s just like cheating on me!! You fucking belong to me, Jessie!! When the fuck are you going to fucking realize that and stop fucking with your life!! Bitch, don’t you know I’ll fucking kill you?!

Stacey was really into hammering Jessica from all angles. She was wearing the big purple Empire Dildo (called the Empire because as you thrust forward with it, like an empire, it expands, and was used by Typhoid Tina on Jessika in the never posted on freecatfights.com third chapter of “Samantha vs. Kayla: Anthology Edition”). Stacey had plenty of toys and devices, but she preferred sex the natural way; punishing Jessica, on the other hand, was a different story. Stacey had the chain wrapped around the much taller blonde’s neck with her left hand and was battering her face with her right hand; Jessica’s eyes were both blackening and Stacey was switching between hammering her face and getting in an occasional shot to her stomach, right on her small slit navel, which looked like a vertical line, but was somehow pierced with a diamond stud. Stacey got a scream out of the battered and bruised Jessica as she dug her finger into the blonde’s navel and tore the piercing out, causing blood to squirt from the little hole like a small geyser.

Stacey- I bought you this… and it’s mine now!!

Stacey heard knocking at the door and got off of Jessica for the moment.

Stacey- (whispering) Who is that? One of your fucks? Another bitch coming here to get a free ride while we’re about to have the fucking electricity turned off? Is that how you do me?

The knocking stopped a few minutes later, and Stacey watched the two small shadows from underneath the door disappear as the person at the door walked away. Stacey stared angrily and cautiously at the door; she was a woman with a lot of enemies and she didn’t know what this could be. She gripped the chain in her hands and pulled the 9mm from under the seat of the couch.

Jessica- Stacey… Stacey… Stacey…

Stacey- WHAT THE FUCK IS IT?!

Jessica- Ah’m sorry… ah love you… please don’t be mad at me plllease?

Stacey- Come here, Jessie.

Stacey hugged Jessica and wrapped her arms around the much taller blonde’s waist in a tight hug, rubbing the beaten girl’s back.

Stacey- (softly) Shhh, it’s okay, baby. It’s okay… I love you. Sometimes, I get a little out of hand, but you have to understand the way I am. And you’ve known me long enough to know how I am. I’m a human being and I have flaws and I have feelings, and I love you and care about you. Shhh, stop crying, it’s okay… Jessica, if you ever let another girl fuck you and she doesn’t pay, I am going to kill you right here in this apartment. I can go back to hooking and hustling to pay the bills around here; I don’t need you wasting our money. Now, I need to bring you to work, don’t I?

Jessica- Yes, Stacey.

The Seeker felt herself being carried by several sets of hands. Then she felt a hot hard red impact to her head and the cold cement… she was outside, and as everything continued its liquid spin, the Seeker could make out a dumpster and feel rain on her bleeding face. She looked up and saw three women, each of them big heavy-set masculine lesbian types, African American with cornrows and jerseys on.

Girl- My name is Asia, and this is China, and this is India. You’re fucked, bitch.

Seeker- Where’s Mongolia? Or for that matter, where in the world is Carmen San Diego?

Asia- Oh you wanna be funny, huh bitch? You order a bunch of drinks and get shit-faced, then you decide to try and skip out. You don’t pull that shit here.

China- We usually let that type of shit go when it isn‘t that expensive, but your tab is right around four hundred dollars, and you got a Device lap dance, which you did pay for, so we were patient with your dirty drugged up ass.

Asia- Otherwise, we woulda been beat the shit out of you… but better late than never, right bitch?

The three women began to kick the Seeker in the ribs over and over again. They stripped off her trench coat and threw it to the ground, revealing the Seeker’s black shirt and black jeans with cowboy boots. A hard kick to the stomach from India and the Seeker let out an “OUGH!!!” and covered in a fetal position.

China- You really were enjoying that dance, weren’t you? Well, we’re enjoying THIS!!

The Seeker sees the sneakered foot coming, and kicks her own leg out, catching the big girl in the shin. The big girl yelped and started hopping on one leg as the brunette rolled herself to her feet, avoiding two right cross from India and Asia. Seeker stepped in on India, simultaneously driving her elbow down on the fat girl’s throat and delivering a paralyzing punch to the heart as the big girl dropped. The Seeker felt a pain explode in her shoulder as Asia hit her with a grazing shot from her baseball bat. The brunette allowed the forward momentum to send her running into the parking lot as Asia helped India to her feet and the three girls set out after the black suited brunette. Asia had a baseball bat, China with a pipe, and India with a chain. The Seeker held the gold locket around her neck with a picture of a Mexican woman with a round face, beautiful blue eyes, and a white dress on.

Seeker- Marie… protect me, my love. I will find you soon, but give me your strength tonight.

China- Split up, ladies… you can run, but you can’t hide, bitch! Your kind always come back! You can’t stay away, all you broken hearted types… you’re nothing but fucking hypocrites!! When we find you, we’re gonna beat the shit out of you!!

India- We got your jacket, bitch!! Come get it!!

Stacey guided Jessica into the Tavern, closing the umbrella as the blonde had a lot of makeup on, but no amount could cover up the bruises and cuts from Stacey’s beating. Stacey was back in her hoody and jeans, but this time, she wore a jacket and some gloves while Jessica was in her red and white waitress with of course was topless. Jessica looked on the stage and saw the spider web was being set up behind the curtain… she was late because Device was about to go on and the waitresses needed to be out there serving. She immediately grabbed a tray and a set of drinks and made her way to the table near the stage where a black woman with latina eyes, honey skin, a fit build, and long curly black hair was seated.

Jessica- M… nice to see you again. You don’t seem like the type who comes to these places, but ah’ll shut up and not try to pry.

M- You remember my name?

Jessica- Ah remember everybody’s name; that’s a part of my job, sweetheart. What will you be having?

M- A Bloody Mary.

Jessica- Little heavy for you there, M.

M- I think I might be getting lucky tonight.

Drunk Male- Yeahhhh baby, sexy caramel ladyyyy… you gon get lucky with meeee!

M- If you touch me, you get a free castration.

Jessica- Ah’ll be back with that drink, M.


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Re: The Slave and the Slut
« Reply #1 on: December 21, 2008, 06:51:27 AM »
“AND NOW, LADIES AND GENTLEMENNNNNNNN, FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENTTTTTT, WE BRING TO YOUUUUUUU…. THE BLACK WIDOW!!!!”

Device was coming out for her show, and that draws the crowd as always. Jessica made sure that she moved quickly from the bar to the tables, but she could see Stacey making her way back to where the other waitresses were. Jessica ran to the back as she could see Stacey grabbing the black haired voluptuous Anna and pushing her outside into the cold night. Jessica watched as Stacey rammed the big girl against the wall and drove an uppercut into her soft belly, three inches below her navel.

Anna- OOOUUUUGGGGHHHH!!!!

Stacey- Where the fuck is my money, you fat bitch?!

Anna- Who the fuck are you?! Ohhhh my bellyyyyy….

Stacey continued her assault, driving four unanswered submarine shots into Anna gut, forcing “UUUGGGHHHH” “UUUUMMMMMM” “AAAUUUUGGGHHH” and “OOOOFFFF” from the big black haired girl as she looked into the gypsy eyes of the little girl with hair the color of rich blood and threw her left arm out, but Stacey ducked it and gave her a crunching shot between her legs.

Anna- GOFFFFFF!!!

Stacey drove a punch right to the big girl’s heart and another “MOOOOFFF!!!” came from her as a shot went deep into her stomach, driving her navel to her spine. Stacey wiped the blood spat in her face off and stepped back, throwing a hard sidekick to the big girl’s ribs and Jessica could hear them crack.

Jessica- Stacey, NO!!

Stacey looked at Jessica, standing there in the cold and rain as Anna slumped to the ground. For a second, Stacey thought that Jessica may finally have the courage to stand up to her, but Stacey looked deep into her slave’s eyes, and she saw nothing but fear and love of Stacey, the master…

Stacey- You’re right, Jessie. Not here. Get back to work, Jessica. Make us some fucking money. Come on, fat ass!

Stacey grabbed the hair of the black haired woman and walked her into the darkness of the parking lot. Stacey threw her up against a black Honda Accord and the tinted windows broke. Jessica followed, but stayed back as Stacey drove punch after punch after punch into Anna’s face, breaking her jaw, nose, teeth, splitting and busting up her lips… just hours before, Jessica had made love to this woman and now she was watching Stacey, little Stacey, beat her to death. Jessica didn’t know Stacey as the type to kill anybody… she’d seen Stacey get into fights before, but she had never seen Stacey kill someone. Stacey was choking Anna as the back of the black haired woman’s neck was being cut by the broken window and her head was being forced into the car.

Stacey- I want my fucking money, you fat ass bitch!! Give me my fucking money!!! When you fuck my girlfriend, you pay!!!

Jessica- Stacey… you’re killing her… you’re not a murderer… you’re going to kill her.

Stacey- Where’s my fucking money? Don’t know? Okay, bitch!

Stacey turned the big girl over and slammed her throat across the broken glass of the window, killing her. Jessica fell to her knees and began to sob loudly as Stacey pulled her back up only to knock her down again with a right hook. Stacey reached into the pockets of the big black haired Anna and pulled out all her earnings from the night. She gave Jessica about five hundred dollars and kept the other seven hundred.

Stacey- This isn’t even two months rent!!!

Stacey grabbed Jessica and shoved her back into the tavern while she picked up the bigger Anna and shoved her into the black car. Stacey was wearing gloves, and they were covered in blood. She went to her car and put them in and then switched to another pair she had in her suitcase, which she had not unpacked. Stacey then walked back into the tavern and was served a Hypnotic by Jessica.

Stacey- I’m gonna be leaving tonight. I have to let this shit blow over, so you better not fucking let any bitch into my fucking apartment and fuck you. You’re grounded. Do you fucking understand me, you little cxnt?

Jessica- Yes, ah understand, Stacey.

Stacey- Remember what happened tonight, bitch. You let another bitch fuck you without that bitch paying, and I’ll kill both of you right there in that fucking apartment. When I come back, you better have made some money doing this shit.

Bartender- Hey Jess, come on! When titties ain’t shakin, money ain’t makin’!

Stacey gave Jessica a twenty dollar tip, drank her drink and was gone.

Asia- Unnhhhh!!! Ahhhhh you bitch!! My fucking eye!!!

The Seeker pulled the tip of the windshield wiper out of the big black girl’s eye and blindly delivered a sidekick to the approaching China, breaking her sternum on impact. China had a “Z” carved in her face from the wiper and the Seeker floored Asia with a vicious kick to her chin. Blood stained the ground of the dark parking lot as The Seeker felt the air break and watched the chain whiz by her head… India. The last standing big girl and the Seeker faced off.

Seeker- You know, there’s something ironic about this… but I’ll tell you when it’s over.

India- Fuck you, bitch. We’re not going to beat the shit out of you… we’re gonna fucking kill you!!

Seeker stepped forward and drove the tip of the wiper into the big girl’s stomach, deep into her navel and when she removed it, she could see blood running from under the big girl’s shirt as India struggled to stay on her feet.

Seeker- The navel is an interesting body part. A person could orgasm from having it touched or rubbed the right way, but if struck in just the right way, you can bleed to death. That’s why these girls with these piercings always puzzled me. They think it’s just something for amusement, but I guess they should ask you now.

India dropped to the ground, a pool of blood forming around her.

Seeker- Let me tell you about that irony… your names are India, China, and Asia. India and China are countries in the continent of Asia of course. Now see me… I’m Asian, more distinctly, I’m Chinese… but my name is America, Erica for short. You’re not going to bleed to death, India; you will live. But this humiliation will be yours and that of your sisters. I am on a mission, and that mission is to find my love, my Marie. Nothing will stop me, certainly not three fat slow bull-dagging bouncers like the three of you. Drunk as I am and addicted to this black death, I am still more than enough from you. You are slaves to your mediocrity; you get this pitiful job breaking up fights and enforcing petty offenses and squabbles over a few hundred dollars. If I had a heart, I would kill you out of compassion.

The Seeker/America smiled and clutched her locket, pulling it up and kissing it. She walked back into the tavern and looked at the bartender.

Seeker- I believe you have something that belongs to me.

Bartender- I don’t know watcha talkin about.

Seeker- My sword. I came in here with a samurai sword and I will leave with it.

Bartender- I don’t know watcha talkin about.

Seeker- You have three fat women out there who are beaten and battered. Give me my damn sword NOW.

Bartender- (handing her the sword) I don’t want to see you in here ever again… ever again.

Seeker- I’ll have a drink before I leave… a scotch.

Bartender- Fine. Jessica will take care of you. Jessica!!

Seeker sat down and Jessica approached her.

Jessica- Hey sexy lady, what can ah get you?

Seeker- Scotch on the rocks… what happened to your face?

Jessica- Ah guess ah was just born ugly, ha ha ha.

Seeker- Your boyfriend did this?

Jessica- Ms… ah’d just rather not talk about it.

Seeker- Well, I’m harmless; after tonight, I won’t be setting foot in this place. I’ll find quenching for my lusts somewhere else.

Jessica- Where you going to spend the night, sweetie?

Seeker- I sleep where I can.

Jessica- Ah got an empty apartment and a working toilet and shower… and ah’ve had a rough night. You seem like the type ah can trust.

Seeker- Are you sure about that?

Jessica- Well… ah couldn’t help but hear about what you did to Asia, India, and China. Those girls are always trying to touch on me; they don’t ever want to pay.

Seeker- You’re a prostitute?

Jessica- Ah don’t know a girl here who isn’t.

Seeker- I guess I could use a shower and a good night’s sleep before I resume my search. And you seem like the type that I can trust.

Jessica- Good, let’s go.

Bartender- Hey! Jessica! Where do you think you’re going?

Jessica- Ah’m taking the rest of the night off. Ah’ve had a really rough night and ah’m tired of this shit… all this fighting; ah wanna work in a healthy environment.

Debby was another waitress, typical big chested blonde hair blue eyes and loopy personality. But on this night, she had seen something that made her grow up pretty quickly. She approached the bar, the bottoms of her shoes covered in blood and leading a trail back to one of the booths.

Debby- We got a muchhhhh bigger problem than this… Device… I think I’m gonna be sick…(see “Bitch” to find out what happened to Device)

Jessica took that moment and walked out of the tavern and America followed. The two women caught a bus to Jessica’s apartment and after taking a shower together and eating some egg rolls, they lay in bed, doing a 69, the taste of each other’s pussies on their mouths as the moonlight from outside was the only light in the room. No dildos, no sex toys, just natural beautiful love between two beautiful women as each one, a slave to a certain pursuit or a certain punishment, both slaves to circumstances they don’t know how they got involved in, neither one willing to divulge the information to the other, but both, perhaps, in imminent danger. Jessica couldn’t help but notice the light particularly was shining on Stacey’s picture as America the Seeker took a moment to look at the face of her love in the gold locket.

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antisocialman

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Re: The Slave and the Slut
« Reply #2 on: December 21, 2008, 06:53:11 AM »
"#1 Crush" by Garbage

I would die for you
I would die for you
I've been dying just to feel you by my side
To know that you're mine

I will cry for you
I will cry for you
I will wash away your pain with all my tears
And drown your fear

I will pray for you
I will pray for you
I will sell my soul for something pure and true
Someone like you

See your face every place that I walk in
Hear your voice every time I am talking
You will believe in me
And I will never be ignored

I will burn for you
Feel pain for you
I will twist the knife and bleed my aching heart
And tear it apart

I will lie for you
Beg and steal for you
I will crawl on hands and knees until you see
You're just like me

Violate all The love that I'm missing
Throw away all the pain that I'm living
You will believe in me
And I can never be ignored

I would die for you
I would kill for you
I will steal for you
I'd do time for you
I would wait for you
I'd make room for you
I'd sail ships for you
To be close to you
To be a part of you
'Cause I believe in you
I believe in you
I would die for you.

“Slave” part 2

America’s eyes opened up and she saw the little biracial woman staring at her. Erica felt Jessica turning over and looking, then Erica saw the blonde jump at the sight of the little redheaded woman.

Jessica- STACEY!!!

But Stacey didn’t say a word; she just stared at the Seeker named America but called Erica with a blank look on her face. The black haired green eyed Asian woman was nude and she looked wearily at Stacey as the little redhead got up and went into the living room.

Erica- Who is she?

Jessica- Ah’m in so much trouble… that’s my girlfriend Stacey. Ah’m in so much trouble…

Erica- I thought you told me you don’t have a girlfriend. I thought you said you were a prostitute?

Jessica- Ah am… but Stacey—

Erica- Is your pimp?

Jessica- Look, ah’m in trouble, so you should get your stuff and just leave now. Ah’m sorry ah dragged you into this.

Erica puts her clothes on, grabs her bag and sword and starts to make her way out, but Stacey, who is sitting on the couch, looks at the black haired woman.

Stacey- Oh no, you don’t have to leave just yet.

Erica- I’m sorry; I didn’t hear what you said.

Stacey- I said you don’t have to leave just yet. Sit… down… now.

Jessica- Stacey… please no.

Stacey- We need to have a chat about this because my girlfriend is in here with you and technically, that’s cheating. So, you need to explain yourself to me.

Erica- I don’t think that I do. If she is your girlfriend, then what has happened is between the two of you.

Stacey- I think you seriously need to sit the fuck down.

Erica- What are you going to do? Strong-arm me?

The left cross came in a flash, and Erica found herself on the carpeted floor seeing stars. Then she felt Stacey’s feet kicking her mercilessly in the stomach and ribs. The kicks were coming so quickly that the beautiful Asian had no time to groan. She was still in disbelief of what was happening to her. Stacey was pausing during her speech to kick Erica over and over again.

Stacey- We need to have a fuckin conversation… you come into MY fuckin apartment… you sleep in MY fuckin bed… you use MY fuckin shower… that’s cool… it’s all good, believe me… BUT you fuck MY GIRLFRIEND?

Jessica- STACEY!! STOP IT STACEY PLEASE!! AH’M SORRYYYYY!!!

Stacey- Yeah, you fuckin will be sorry!!

Erica scrambled to try and get to her feet, but Stacey kicked her crotch repeatedly. Erica tried to grab one of Stacey’s ankles, but the little redhead kicked her in the mouth and jumped over her body, getting a shot into her kidneys. Stacey was darting from side to side and jumping over Erica and getting in kicks; Erica could tell Stacey had done this kicking routine before. Erica’s mouth was bleeding, she felt one of her ribs was broken and she was hurting from the navel down and the navel up as Stacey hit her across the mouth with a miniature baseball bat she kept in Jessie’s car for Jessie’s protection.

Erica- Unnhhh!!! Ooof!!!

Stacey drove the small wooden bat into Erica’s stomach, three inches above her navel and listened to the black haired Asian groan. Stacey drove the top of the bat down on Erica’s throat and mounted her, battering her above her eyes as Stacey could see that Erica’s face was becoming as black as her hair.

Stacey- You don’t come in here and fuck my girlfriend!! You fuck her… you fuck me!!

Erica was just covering up. Stacey saw tears running down Erica’s face and heard the Asian let out a sob as Stacey hit her between the legs again.

Erica- Marie… help me Marie…how I love to love Mar-- Augh!!

Stacey drove the bat hard well below Erica’s navel, scoring a hit to her uterus. Erica tried to curl up, but Stacey continued to batter her with the small bat. Stacey was smiling and enjoying hearing Erica sob as the taller, heavier Asian girl held onto her locket and cried out for Marie while Stacey stomped on her stomach, forcing an OOF from her mouth and easily pulled Erica’s pants off… Erica wore no underwear. Stacey continued to batter Erica.

Erica- My Marie… my sweet Marie… I long to see you…uggghh… I long to feel your touch…UNNNHHH!!!

Stacey- You wanna get fucked, huh you little whore? You wanna get fucked? You haven’t been fucked until you’ve been fucked by me!

Stacey punched Erica right on the lips of her vagina and rammed the bat into it hard and on an upward angle. At this point, the bat was somewhat splintered from the beating and Erica’s face wore chips of wood, especially above her eyes.

Erica- AUUUGGGHHHH!!!!

Stacey- I’m gonna fucking KILL you.

Stacey kept the bat inside of Erica and drove her knee hard into the handle of the bat, driving it deeper into Erica and forcing the tall Asian to let out a piercing scream.

Erica- Marie…

Stacey grabbed the locket and ripped it from Erica’s neck, the gold necklace broke into many pieces and Erica stared down at them in horror as Stacey punched her right between the eyes, cutting her with the gold edge of the heart shaped locket. Stacey mounted Erica again, but Jessica grabbed Stacey by her armpits.

Jessica- Nooo Stacey, Ah can’t let you do this… please stop.

Stacey got pissed, but the blonde yanked the little redhead off of Erica and the two wrestled with Jessica begging Stacey to let Erica go, and pinning the redhead down. Stacey was struggling and Jessie was crying loudly, but Jessie had Stacey pinned as Erica crawled to the door.

Jessica- Please, Stacey… don’t kill her… please don’t.

Stacey- (panting) Bitch… you better get the…fuck off of…me…before I kill…you.

Stacey thrashed and thrashed as Jessie begged her not to hurt Erica or herself, but Stacey was expending so much energy and the taller heavier blonde was keeping her pinned. Stacey could see that Jessie was absolutely terrified of her, but in her fear of Stacey’s wrath, she was somehow overpowering her and keeping her down. Stacey’s groans were louder and she angrily slapped the floor like an irritated child who can’t get her way just as Erica closed the door. Jessica got off of Stacey and immediately dropped to her knees, begging the little redhead not to beat her up. Stacey stood up slowly; she was breathing heavy and she looked very tired… she looked down at Jessica and then she dropped on the couch, picking up the remote control and turning on the television just as Jessica got up to get her master a drink.

Stacey pulled out the locket and opened it up… looking at the picture of the curly haired blue eyed Mexican woman… then she spotted Erica’s sword in the corner.

Stacey- What the fuck kind of bitch was this girl?

Jessica- Here’s your Sprite, Stacey? Ah’m sorry, Stacey… Ah--

Stacey- SHUT the fuck up. Sit down and just shut the fuck up. I’m watching the game; the Lakers are playing and I want to watch Kobe so just shut the fuck up.

Jessica- Yes, Stacey.
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Debbie’s Domain, an hour later… Erica walks, tears still streaming down her face, through the land of old burned buildings and anyone who enters this former hotspot can still smell the burned flesh from the big blowout that brought the place down. Debbie’s was neutral territory for all the various mob heads and low level gangs to meet and do business. This was the underground world of female cage fighting and death matches. She walks passed what used to be a stretch of popular catfight clubs and cage fighting spots for females controlled by mob boss Noah “The Ark” York, before he left town after all the chaos and gangwars erupted. He was loyal to the business and loyal to the customers even after Hurricane Katrina destroyed most of his businesses, but crazies like John Hollywood blowing shit up for the hell of it, and pirates and doublecrossing gang leaders like Queen Samantha were complicating things too much. Rather than go to war with the natives, Noah got his people and got out. With the biggest mob boss, Siena Blaze, gone and the entire city divided into territories of various gangs, rumors run rampant of Noah’s return with a new gang of deadly females looking to eliminate the five major female gangs in New Orleans and place himself as the sole boss.

Erica walks up to a club that still seems to have action inside of it. The building is scorched, but there seem to be lights on inside. This club was The Yellow Dog. As Erica walks up the stairs to the door… it flies open, and a very tall woman with mocha skin, light hypnotic but also puppy dog like eyes, a very small nose, and large luscious lips and a strong but sexy body carrying a black business suitcase walks right passed Erica with an angry expression on her face as she gets into a brown Cadillac and pulls off. Erica turns to notice that the woman has her long black hair up in a Mohawk. A woman with bleached blonde hair and dark brown roots comes to the door.

“Sorry Glory,” she says as the car speeds off, “They didn’t know any better… hi, my name is Sable. How can I help you?”

Erica- I just want a Scotch and a chair.

Sable- Well, come on in. Don’t mind the garbage on the floor. This place can get a little messy from time to time.

As Erica enters the building she looks around and sees several women lying unconscious with knives nearby. What the hell could’ve happened here? She also sees a large wad of money in a gold clip on the bar, and she has no problem taking it and stuffing it down the front of her pants. She reaches for her locket to rub the gold and see the face of her precious Marie, but the locket is gone. She remembers the Stacey, the woman who beat her and violate her, snatched it from her and that she ran away like a coward, unable to face this brand of personal humiliation. She takes out her syringe and the small tube of black liquid, injecting it into her arm without even using a tie of some sort, just as Sable lays the scotch down for her. She has come a very long way in search of one woman… a woman who’s very name shudders her to her soul…

“Marie” a female voice says. It’s coming from upstairs in this wild western looking place

Erica makes her way upstairs. She reaches a small room with the door partially open and peers in to see a tall strawberry blonde haired woman with freckles wearing an army green shirt and a pair of camouflage pants holding a large knife and looking at someone just out of view.

“What did you want me to do about it, Mary,” another voice, French and Canadian accent, or just French Canadian, says, “You weren’t exactly rushing downstairs to stop her yourself.”

“That’s Bloody Mary to you, little girl,” the big woman says gesturing with the knife to whoever is out of Erica‘s line of vision, “This is my club and you are my  lover, that means you’ll do what I say. You claim you’re some sort of fighter, you claim to have KILLED people in defense of your lovers… so when that big bitch was downstairs tearing this place up, YOU should’ve stopped her.”

“This isn’t even your club yet, you stupid bitch,” the voice, who we assume is Marie, says

Bloody Mary- Well, it’s about to be as soon as I---

“Die you fucking cxnts!!!”

From out of the closet, a short black haired woman, completely nude and covered in soap suds, charges Bloody Mary. This woman has a butcher knife in each hand and the two ladies tumble out of Erica’s sight. She can hear the sounds of the knife fight as the blades clang against one another.

Bloody Mary- Goddammit Marie!! Help me, you fucking little bitch!!

“You look like you’ve got it under control, Mary.”

Bloody Mary- If you don’t get your scrawny ass over here right now--augh!!!

Erica peers into the room to find the strawberry blonde called Bloody Mary is on her back in the bed and the nude woman has one of the knives plunging into her shoulder. Mary is barely able to hold the screaming black haired woman’s other hand from coming down and stabbing her in the chest. There is a very short blonde haired girl, maybe five feet tall at best, in a bathrobe, sitting on the same bed filing her toenails.

Bloody Mary- Marie, you fucking stupid whore, you can’t let her kill me like this!! Help me, goddamit!!

“Say pretty please,” the little blonde with the French Canadian accent responds, “With sugar on top too.”

The little blonde who is called Marie sighs and reaches around, placing her hand on the black haired girl’s neck and gripping her throat.

Marie- Let me show you how it’s done. See, you pinch the throat and then, just like pulling off a band aid, rip it fast.

Marie rips the woman’s throat out and blood squirts all over Mary’s face. Marie takes the two butcher knives and kicks the taller black haired woman to the floor. Erica knows this isn’t her “Marie;” just like Device said, Marie is a very popular name.

Bloody Mary- You just killed her, Marie… you are the real deal after all.

Marie- Not really. I’ve been on a mission since I got to this city. I’ve been chasing my shadow. And it’s led me straight to you, Bloody Mary. Time to pay up.

Erica watched as Mary rose to her feet and picked up her machete.

Bloody Mary- Look bitch, don’t start that shit with me. I’ve heard about you on your little rampages, killing your lovers and robbing them. But it ain’t gonna happen with me. I’m gonna make you my slave because I’m a real killer. That sweet and innocent little barefoot blonde routine may have worked with those other cxnts, but it ain’t gonna work with Bloody Mary; I’ll just as soon kill your pale little ass.

Marie- That’s what they all say, but I just saved your worthless ass and you’re the big bad ass Bloody Mary, the serial murderer rapist who no one’s ever heard of because you don’t have any fucking guts to kill anybody worth a shit.

Bloody Mary- You sound like you need to be taught a lesson… maybe I’ll carve a few---UUUGGGHHHHH!!!!

Erica watches the little blonde plunge both knives into Mary’s stomach, then grab the handles and turn them counterclockwise as the larger strawberry blonde collapses to the carpeted floor.

Marie- See Mary, you go around killing women, defenseless women… that’s not real killing… that’s chickenshit; a former close friend of mine told me what that means. You want to make a name for yourself in this town, you have to kill somebody with a reputation, and you have a reputation… I just know that it’s all hype.

Bloody Mary- You fuckin bitch… you really think you’re gonna… get away with this… do you know who I work for… you stupid… whore…you’ll be dead… in a week…

Marie- No I won’t. But you’ll be dead as soon as I’m tired of listening to you babble.

Erica watches Marie go into a safe behind an abstract painting and stuff several rubber banded wads of money into a Wal-mart bag.

Marie- This isn’t a lot, Mary. But I’ll take it.

Bloody Mary- Fuck you… how many backs have… you stabbed… bitch… how many cxnts… have you licked…just to get where… you are… stupid…whore…you die…

Marie- Actually, none.

Mary’s eyes went vacant as Marie dropped on the bed and sighed. The little blonde pulled out a small phone and said, “Marie, what have you done?”

Marie- Hello, Razvaus… oh, hi Mullin… this is Beth… I know Razvaus told you about my assignment in New Orleans involved my twin’s murders… Marie is not here, but I ran into another one of her lovers… it was Bloody Mary, the serial killer the papers down here have been talking about… I took her out and Ina Contreras made a surprise visit… she’s dead as well… I found out that Bloody Mary was acting on behalf of another during the killings… well, I wasn’t going to just let her kill me while I found out who it is, Mullin, geez…whoever it is, Marie already knows… I doubt it’s her…you may want to get Beatrice down here when she’s off assignment to look into it… well, get Rachel…when is she coming off vacation? At this rate, it’ll be Christmas 2010...I know Rachel’s reputation, I’m just saying this is the longest honeymoon… what? I was able to get in very easily…Marie and I are twins, what do think? I just hated pretending to be her…Of course she thought I was Marie… forget it, Mullin… I’m telling you, I’m not going to kill my twin sister. I’ll put her under arrest, but I’m not going to kill her… that’s what you think… hello, Mullin?… bad connection, wonnnnnnderful.

Erica- Marie?

Beth- (lightening her voice) Yes?

Erica slams a right cross into the little blonde’s cheek and Beth is lifted off of the bed, rolls over backwards and lands on the floor with a thud.

Erica- You are NOT my Marie…

Erica, with the black liquid death surging through her body grabs Beth by her shoulders and slams her down front first onto the bed.

Erica- I have searched for so long to find my Marie…and YOU are not worthy of that name… her sweetness… her love… she was a true woman, a real woman…you are--uff!!

Beth twists quickly, wrenching Erica’s arms, rolls to her stomach, wraps her legs around Erica’s neck and throws the tall Asian to the floor, then kicks herself to her feet and grabs Mary’s machete.

Beth- If you’re talking about a woman with class, you’re not talking about my twin sister.

Erica slowly rises. She looks quite upset as she looks at the little blonde who is just as cautious with the machete pointed at the tall Asian.

Beth- You’re not on file… who are you?

Erica- My name is America and I am searching for Marie.

Beth- My name is Elizabeth B., I am a government agent and I am searching for Marie (see the Gangland Stories thread‘s entries “Blonde Ambition” and “Sweet Marie” for the background on this). She is my twin sister and is responsible for several robbery homicides of prominent figures in New Orleans, Atlanta, and New York City, just to name a few. Do you know anything about her?

Erica- My Marie did not have any sisters. She had long curly black hair and endless blue eyes. She was not a whore or a slut or a murderer. We are looking for two different people.

Beth- You think? Listen, America, I’m under deep cover and you have really compromised my mission by coming in here and attacking me. I am almost certain I’ve been being watched… I can’t take any chances, I’m sorry.

Beth charges the tall Asian with the machete drawn, but Erica sidesteps her, hooks her blade arm under one of her own, stomps on the little blonde’s foot, then slams a right cross into her face.

Beth- Unnhhh!

Erica thought she hit Beth hard enough to knock her out, but she didn’t as the blonde slams her head into Erica’s nose, drawing blood, then wraps her legs around Erica’s waist, squeezing and taking her down on the bed. Beth grits her teeth as she tries to pull her right arm free and stab Erica with the machete while trying to grab Erica’s throat with her left hand… Erica has already seen what Beth can do once she gets her hand on a throat, but she feels her strength coming on from the black liquid she injected into her arm. She fires a hard right hand into Beth’s left side and feels the blonde’s body weaken considerably. She fires another shot to that side and Beth brings her left arm down to protect herself, but weakens enough for Erica to reverse positions and wind up on top of the little blonde. Beth’s eyes widen as she has taken down many women much larger than herself, but she feels her strength leaving even as she still has on the body scissors.

Erica- I’m sorry, Beth, but I can’t take any chances either.

This time, the right hand does knock the little blonde out. Erica secures the machete in her waist and then, Erica picks Beth up and carries her outside onto the balcony, goes down the fire escape and drops the little blonde into a dumpster, covering the lid.

Erica- If you are a special agent, you’ll thank me for this once they find those bodies.


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antisocialman

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Re: The Slave and the Slut
« Reply #3 on: December 21, 2008, 06:53:57 AM »
The sky is dark as the midday storms are coming. Erica screams at the moon, which is still visible even in midday for the gods fooling her again. She wonders if she will ever be reunited with her Marie as she enters the apartment complex, walks up the stairs and bangs on the door.

“Who is it?” Stacey’s voice

Erica- I’ve come for my things. I’ll trouble you no more. Just give me my locket, my jacket, and my sword.

Stacey keeps the door closed as she studies Erica through the peephole.

Stacey- You fucked my girlfriend, so your shit is mine now.

Erica- That sword has been in my family for twenty eight generations. It has tasted a lot of blood. And that locket carries the picture of my one true---

Stacey- Bitch, didn’t I say get the fuck away from here? I’m bringing that sword and that locket to the pawn shop as soon as Jessica comes back. Fuck you, bitch. That’s payment for fucking my girlfriend.

Erica- I am a woman of honor and you beat me fair and square. But those possessions are mine and--

Stacey- Eat your momma’s pussy and die, bitch.

The door breaks on the impact of Erica’s kick. The black death flows through her as she enters the house and sees Stacey looking at the shattered door and her gypsy eyes turning to rage when they meet Erica’s.

Stacey- C’mon bitch. Let’s go.

The 5’2” half Filipino half Black Stacey steps forward while her arms raised and in a low boxer’s crotch, the peek-a-boo style made famous by legendary boxing training Cus D’Amato and taught to former heavyweight champions, Floyd Patterson and Iron Mike Tyson. The little redheaded southpaw (southpaw means left-handed) Stacey slams a hard right hook below Erica’s ribs and floors her with a left cross. Stacey stops and looks down at Erica.

Stacey- Familiar position, huh bitch? I told you to get the fuck out of here. Now, I’m gonna enjoy finishing you off.

Stacey goes to stomp on Erica’s crotch, but the Seeker slides on the floor and kicks Stacey’s planted leg, that being her left one and with a yelp, Stacey falls forward, knocking down a stool that’s near the kitchen counter/bar. Erica quickly gets up only to have the deceptively strong Stacey level her with the stool.

Erica- UNNNHHHH!!!!

Erica turned her head to try to take a shot from the cushion of the stool, but ended up taking some of the wooden side as well. Stacey looks as her leg and is limping a bit as she sees the machete attached to Erica’s waist. She steps on Erica’s throat and yanks the machete free, looking at the dried blood on it from all of Bloody Mary’s kills.

Stacey- This shit is sick…what kind of freak are you?

Erica- The kind of freak you’ll wish you never met.

Erica delivers a hard kick between Stacey’s legs, right on her big pussy that is visible through her jean shorts.

Stacey- AUGHHH!!

Stacey’s bends and squats, angling her body towards the sink as a clear liquid comes from her mouth. Erica stands, turns Stacey around to face her, and slams a hard right cross into her jaw, knocking the machete from her hands and sending the shorter girl against the wall as her high school diploma falls off and the glass frame breaks on the floor. Stacey raises her arms to defend her face, but Erica grabs her by her arms and knees her right into the pussy.

Stacey- EEHUNNHH!!

Stacey is looking at Erica with a mouth as wide and open as her eyes as Erica grabs the short redhead by the back of her head and slams her face first into the bar.

Erica- I used to believe there was such a thing as honor in this world. I used to believe that honorable people existed… but no! There can be no honor is a dishonorable world.

Erica turns Stacey to where her back is against the bar and slams a double axe handle shot right on Stacey’s collarbone, just above her heart.

Stacey- OHHH!!

Erica looks deep into Stacey’s gypsy eyes and spit’s the black death into her face. The black liquid runs down Stacey’s cheek as the redhead sheds tears while she struggles to get her second wind. Erica brings her left knee up and crashes it into Stacey’s liver; Stacey’s lip quivers and she starts to go down. The pain from the liver shot is paralyzing and Stacey takes it without making a sound because that’s how painful it is. Stacey knows that she has gotten a taste of her own medicine as this blow to this part of the body was one of her mother’s favorites as a boxer and one she taught to Stacey. Erica holds the machete to Stacey’s throat.

Erica- In my travels, I have seen many disgusting things. The Creator has brought me a long way; and I believe it was the Creator’s will that I meet you, little one. I thought my meeting with your girlfriend was meaningless, but now, I see the truth… or perhaps I do not. You beat her mercilessly; you have nearly killed her on several occasions and you force her to sell herself. She is your slave… so, what if it is the Creator’s will that I free her from you? What if it is the Creator’s will that, in my pursuit of my Marie, that I kill you and free Jessica from your control. You are an apostolate of the Devil… only a demon would beat on a defenseless woman the way you do.

Stacey- Fuck…you!

Erica-Indeed. And she loves you… I can see that. But she is looking for a way out. You should thank Fate for allowing you to live as long as you have… but now, I believe you have met your end. (tossing the machete to the floor) I don’t need this. It is the sword you live by which will be your end today.

The bottle of chardonnay hit Erica right on the crown of her head and shattered. She didn’t even notice Stacey’s hands, blindly reaching for whatever she could find on the bar. Erica staggers back as she’s cut badly and has glass in her eyes.

Stacey- Dropping that knife was the biggest mistake you made in your fucking life, bitch!

Stacey launches forward, slamming a huge left uppercut deep into Erica’s belly.

Erica- UGGGHHHH!!!

The blow lifts the larger woman off of her feet while Stacey slams a left cross into her cheek, grabs her by her forearms, knees her in the crotch, knees her in the stomach, and slings her over her shoulder and to the floor. Stacey mounts Erica and begins to hammer her face with punches, really working up a frenzy.

Stacey- Wanna come back and try to fuck with me bitch?! You think you could fucking come in here and throw blows with me?! Bitch, I’m gonna finish this shit… try to kick me in my pussy, huh? It must be good if you and every other bitch in New Orleans wants it! You weak ass motherfucking cxnt!!

Stacey’s fists continue to rain down on Erica’s face, and Stacey ignoring the pain in her hands from the glass on Erica’s face.

Stacey- I’m that bitch!! You fucking hear me? I’m that bitch that’ll fucking kill you for looking at me wrong! I’m that straight down ass chick who don’t take no shit from anybody, especially not some psycho drug ho like you!! C’mon bitch!

Erica spits pieces of broken glass and some of her own blood in Stacey’s face and the little biracial redhead turns away in pain.

Stacey- My eyes… my fucking eyes…

Erica- Yes, your eyes!

Erica knocks Stacey on her back with a double fisted shot to both of her bleeding eyes. Erica pulls Stacey to her feet and buries a hard submarine shot to the pit of Stacey’s stomach, a decimeter above her navel.

Stacey- HEEUUMMPPHH!!!

Erica- You take a woman who loves you as much as Jessica does, and you make her your slave… well now, she will be free of you!

Stacey, in all the fights she’s been in, had never been hit flush in the stomach until now. A lot of that had to do with her being so short, and the stance she preferred to fight out of. Stacey was doubled over and clutching her stomach as Erica grabbed her by her large butt and the back of her neck, pulls her up and slams her stomach first across her knee.

Stacey- OOOUUUGGGHHH!!!!

Stacey starts making all kinds of strange noises as Erica throws her into the wall with relative ease. The little redhead crashes against her Dean’s List award and falls hard on her back. Erica is on her fast, stomping hard on her throat and standing on her stomach.

Stacey- Ugghhh…hugghhhh…ummm….mmmpppphhhhh…huuggghhh…

The weight on Stacey’s belly is very painful. Her stomach is being sandwiched between Erica’s body and the floor and Stacey feels there is nothing she can do about it. Erica stomps on Stacey crotch over and over and over and over again.

Erica- Everyone wants it, huh? Your face is starting to look just like it.

Erica grabs Stacey up by her throat and brings her to the bar. All sorts of bottles of different alcohol are on the bar and most of them are half empty. Erica slams Stacey across the entire bar, shattering glasses and knocking bottles to the floor.

Erica- No scotch? 

Erica turns Stacey over onto her back as the redhead’s mouth is wide open and her body covered in cuts from the glass. Erica slams three hard shots to Stacey’s heart and leaves her on the bar. Erica goes into the bedroom and gets her locket, putting it in her pocket, then grabs her samurai sword from out of the closet, tying it to her waist and securing the machete as well as putting on the black jacket. Jessica walks in and sees Stacey in a seated position with her back against the bar, being repeatedly kneed in the face by Erica. Stacey is a bloody mess.

Jessica- Oh mah God!!

Erica turns and looks at Jessica. She pulls out the machete and hands it to the blonde.

Erica- For years, this woman has abused you. She has beaten you and raped you and all you have done is shown her love.

Jessica- (crying) It’s not true! It’s not true! She’s a good woman; she doesn’t beat me… ah’m just into that sorta stuff!

Erica- Your eyes are darting all over the place, Jessica. You are lying to me. I have seen the cuts on your back and can see your black eye right now. I give you this to take your freedom, but first you have to admit to yourself that this is what she has done to you.

Jessica- Stacey… ah love you… but you always beat on me.

Stacey doesn’t say anything… she’s barely awake.

Erica- Take your freedom, Jessica. Liberate yourself from this monster. You came to me because you knew I could protect you from her. I only came back for my things, but Fate would have it, I did what I had to do to take her down. Now, it is up to you to walk away from this. Now it is up to you to live as a free woman. The choice is yours.

Jessica looks at the knife and looks at Stacey. For all this time, Jessica has been a slave to Stacey and the thought of standing up to the little redhead never crossed Jessica’s mind, only in dreams. Stacey kept her in line and Jessica took it and took it and took it. But the thought of being free is definitely on Jessica’s mind as she approaches Stacey with the knife. She’s taller than Stacey, she weighs more, and earlier, she had the little redhead pinned down and unable to move. Jessica knows what she must do… she takes the knife, turns, and attacks Erica.

Jessica- You hurt Stacey!! You hurt my Stacey!! I’m gonna kill you for her!!!

With a flash, Erica backhands Jessica to the floor, knocking the knife away and then picking it up. Erica places the knife in her waist and looks down at both Stacey and Jessica.

Erica- Perhaps you two deserve each other. You are truly a slave to the bitter end, Jessica.

Erica leaves the two women. She must continue her search for the Mexican with the long curly black hair, the endless blue eyes, and the all white outfit known as Marie Gonzales. The woman of love and class and respect and honor and all those things the Seeker known as America, but just Erica for short, left behind for a life of prostitutes, drugs and some jilted sense of justice. Will she ever find her precious Marie, or is she destined to walk the city of New Orleans in agony, writing what wrongs she sees, in a world full of vigilantes, vampires, and violently vicious vixens?

Jessica gets an icepack, alcohol, peroxide and as many bottles of medication as she can find. Stacey is looking at the blonde as she makes a desperate scramble.

Jessica- You’re gonna be okay, Stacey. Ah’m gonna take care of you and you’re gonna be okay, you hear? Oh Stacey, please don’t be mad at me. Ah didn’t mean to sleep with her… if Ah hadn’t slept with her, you’d be okay… Ah’m so sorry.

Stacey- It’s… alright….come here, Jess.

Jessica approaches Stacey with tears running down her eyes and helps Stacey into the bathroom. The piece of glass from Stacey’s picture frame digs itself deep into Jessica’s navel and the 5’8” blonde looks at her master in disbelief.

Stacey- I told you… if you fucked another… girl…I’d kill you…look at what…happened to me…you fucking… caused this.

Stacey pushes the badly bleeding Jessica into the tub and pulls the shower curtain as she stabs the poor blonde to death.

“The slave is doomed to worship time and fate and death, because they are greater than anything she finds in herself, and because all her thoughts are of things which they devour.”

-- Bertrand Russell