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by Fortran Wrench
I've just got out of hospital. So I want to write this down while it's fresh in my mind.
Even though there are large parts of it I can't remember. I took a few blows to my head.
Ok. Got to focus. Before the memories are gone for good.
I worked as a grip on a film crew. We made low budget action films - the kinds of film you'd see at festivals or in the 'straight to DVD' section of your Walmart. I'm a young woman who was working in a mostly male occupation. And I loved it.
I got to wear crew blacks and strap on tool belts. Usually that meant a tight fitting t-shirt and baggy low riding cargo pants. Every time I would bend low to adjust something or hold something in place the whole world could see my whale tale thong.
And I didn't care one bit. I don't think anyone else minded either.
I was strong and my arms were tanned. So was my face. We used to spend a lot of time outdoors and I loved soaking up the sun. My pony tail was light brown in the winter, and pale blonde in the summer.
Which is the colour it was when that bitch put me in the hospital.
I had a great crew to work with. When we weren't on a shoot we'd hang out as friends and that closeness made for a fun workplace. We partied as a group, went surfing, got a little drunk at times and would go cruising for coeds in the summer time. The usual. They learned not to hit on me once they figured out that I joined in on the whole 'picking up girls' thing too.
When I first got into town I was in a different bedroom every weekend. I'd seduce her on Friday, be planning a future on Saturday, and be broken up with her on Sunday. Mix in large amounts of tongue to woman contact with the occasional climbing out of a window at three in the morning and that pretty much was my sex life.
I stood out on set. I was the only girl grip on the crew and one of only three Australians. We were pretty brash, with a unique sense of humour, but I think we fitted in with our American counterparts. I started that job when I was seventeen. Ran away from my home in Coolangatta and ended up in San Fran. At the time this event happened I'd been there for six years and would have only gone back if you'd handcuffed me to a plane seat.
I actually didn't mind the whole handcuffing thing back then. But that too, is another story.
I can scrap. I used to love getting the stunt guys to teach me stuff. I'd almost never met one that wasn't a black belt in something. I hadn't taken a class in my life but I was wild in fights. I used to get super angry and didn't know when to stop.
Of course, that didn't help me one bit after the second baseball bat swing. The one that clocked me clean on the side of the head.
But I am getting ahead of myself.
As far as I can remember, here's how it happened.
We'd wrapped the actors an hour before. We were out on a small stud ranch in the Los Altos Hills. Gentle slopes, impossibly green grass, old timey buildings. That kind of thing. It was twenty acres of playground for us, and we'd spent the day filming actors on horse back talking. After that it was the riding doubles for those actors, chasing each other as they leaped their horses over fences and galloped around trees. At the end of it I was beat. It was twelve hours in the sun, and most of that on my feet. I was ready for the drive to the hotel and a long hot bath.
I'd just said goodbye to the DOP and watched him drive off when that psycho bitch smashed me.
It was just me in the car park (which was little more than a grassed clearing surrounded by massive trees) and I had the hatch of my little white Subaru open. I had casually noticed a red pick up truck nearby that wasn't there at the start of the day. I'd just assumed it belonged to a farm hand and didn't spare it another thought.
I'd just put the last kit bag in when I heard the sound of running feet.
Right behind me.
I turned in time to see a enraged face framed by short black hair, a red plaid shirt and something silver. She didn't shout.
She just swung.
At the time I didn't even know what she was swinging. Turns out it was an aluminium baseball bat. I instinctively raised my arms and with a sickening sound - almost like a starter's pistol - the bat struck the point of my elbow instead of my head.
I had no idea what was going on as I screamed and felt this incredible pain in my right arm. I couldn't keep my arms up to protect myself and then it happened.
One full swing of a baseball bat to the right side of my head.
To say everything flashed red for an instant is like trying to describe the colour of an inferno.
And the noise. This one wasn't a starter's pistol. This was that big 'don't mess with me handgun' from Dirty Harry.
Fired right into my brain.
I don't know if I blacked out. My next memory is of laying sprawled out on my back and half in the boot space of my car. My feet were on the ground and the kitbag I'd just loaded was digging painfully into my back. The red haze that was clouding my sight cleared and I saw her properly for the first time.
I thought at first it was a man. A teenage boy. She had a swimmer's build, short black hair and an youthfully handsome face. If I'd met her in the bar she'd be just the kinda girl I'd go for - drinking beer, short on conversation. Ready for a fumble in the back seat.
She was wearing a red plaid shirt, baggy jeans and work boots. Later on when she was kicking the stuffing out of me I found out that they were steel caps. The bat was casually slung over one shoulder. She looked like she was about my age. As I shook my head to clear it she said something but I couldn't make out what is was in my confusion.
It must have been a question because she seemed to get angry when I didn't reply.
"Urgh... huh? Wha?" was what I managed to express. She unlimbered the bat, gripped it in both hands and looked set to swing again. For some reason I remember noting that she was left handed.
That was my opening. I was off balance and still groggy, but it didn't stop me lurching awkwardly to my feet and crash tackling her to the ground. We fell like we were mashed together, me on top of her, the bat rolling away a few feet away as she dropped it and then it was on.
All on.
I still didn't know why she was here or what I'd done to infuriate her but right then I didn't care. I didn't even think about the fact that I was fighting for my life, which I clearly was. I felt her hands on my tee shirt as I grabbed her by the throat with one hand and the shoulder with the other. Then we rolled around together like two crocodiles locked in a mutual death roll.
It gets real vague here for me. Anyone who's been in an actual fight might tell you that they remember the start and the end, but not much of the middle.
I remember her on top of me with her hands crossed as she tried to choke me into unconsciousness with my black shirt. I remember the look of fury on her face and the snarling rage she was breathing over me.
I remember me on top of her as I gripped her collar with the hand of my bad arm and smashed her in the face several times with a solid, balled up fist. I caught her clean on her cheek, nose and forehead but the way we were threshing around meant I couldn't generate enough power to hit her with full force. The last one I threw was a glancing blow and even though I hit her correctly I found out later it gave me a hairline fracture along one of the bones in my wrist.
But that was nothing compared to the pain I was about to experience.
I remember screaming at the top of my lungs for lungs help. This was abruptly cut off when we stopped rolling again and she had pinned my arms under her legs. Suddenly she dropped her head down and butted me right on the jaw - I guess she was aiming for my nose. I felt that now familiar pistol crack sensation and everything flashed red again.
For some reason I remembered thinking about a girl I'd met not too long ago. She had short boy hair as well. She'd left me a post it note saying 'Cassie U have the hottest ASS in the entire WORLD' and a lipstick kiss stuck to my bedroom mirror after we had spent two months together in a place called Tarpum Bay in the Eluthera Islands.
We'd met when I was on holiday and she had followed me home and spent another two months living in my bedroom. I'd had a billion hook ups for sex in my life. But this one was the first time it felt different. Felt like more. Her name was Rachel. I really hoped I would survive this so I could give her a call.
It's funny the things you think about.
I managed to get an arm free but made a big mistake. See I'm not a trained fighter - like I mentioned I am just a scrapper. I tried to turn away from her and roll over... to get to my feet... to protect my face... which by now had a split lip and an eye slowly closing over... but when I did this I 'gave her my back' so to speak.
Yelling in triumph she reached around my left shoulder and grabbed my right wrist with her left hand, yanking back on it harshly and driving me face down into the grass - using my bad arm to choke my own neck.
I tried to twist in that direction to free myself but her body weight now locked me face down on the ground and I was trapped. I was kicking and screaming as she snagged my left arm with her right hand and completed the hold, pulling it over my right shoulder and yanking upward with all her strength.
And she was strong alright. And I was now in big trouble.
I had my mouth open and was trying to breath. But the way she was sitting on me (coupled with how she was choking me with my own arms) meant that I was fading and fast. Even the pain in my injured arm didn't seem so important. I seriously wondered if this was it. My eyes were bulging, tongue starting to poke out. If I could have seen myself then I'm sure my face would have been slowly be turning purple.
Is this how I am going to die. Underneath a woman.
I'd kinda hoped for that to be honest but not quite like this.
I felt something happen behind me but in my confused state I couldn't quite work out it was. It was about then I passed out. Everything went dark and the pain stopped.
An instant later I was awake again. I say 'an instant' but in reality I have no idea how long I had blacked out for. When I opened my eyes everything was dark. Was it night time? No... This was different.
It took me a second to realise that my shirt had been pulled over my head. I was laying face down on the grass and could see the world only through a filter of mesh black. It was like being smothered under layers of mosquito netting.
I groaned and tried to move my arms only to discover that my wrists were fixed behind my back somehow. I tried to separate them but whatever was locking them together was too strong to break. It flexed and crackled like gaffer tape - she was going through my stuff.
As I twisted my head slightly (fighting back a wave of nausea) I realised she'd sealed my shirt over my head by running a thick band of tape around my neck. Luckily I could still breath.
My shirt was now effectively a 'black bag' over my head and I felt the coolness of the grass on my body. I still had my bra on and I remember feeling relieved about that for some reason. Maybe while I was still clothed I had some form of security. Some kind of protection.
That didn't last long though.
I felt hands on my back, fumbling at the clasp of my bra.
Then the shoulder straps were cut.
Something sharp grazed my skin.
I tried to shout but it's only then I realised she'd gaffer taped my mouth shut too. I tried to think of a way out of this but all I could do was lay there kicking my feet and trying to get up. I remember that the bra caught one of my nipples and jagged it sharply as she dragged it out from under me. I'm sure I looked totally vulnerable to her now. Bound... Gagged... And now half naked.
She snagged one of my boots as I kicked out blindly. It came off with minimal effort and I realised that that she was using a knife to cut the bootlaces. I saw the boot land nearby on the grass with a heavy thudding noise, the cut laces splayed out like a dead black spider. This made me scream even louder through my taped mouth and kick out even harder but it was no use. She grabbed my other flailing foot and cut that boot off as well.
I felt my heart sinking. This was it. I'm not only going to die. I'm going to suffer and die. My breath was pulsing out through my nose and tears started streaming down my face, matting the fabric of my shirt.
I tried desperately to remain calm. To look for an escape. I saw her shadow near me and lashed out with my bootless feet, feeling it connect with her shin. She grunted and retaliated, stomping sharply on my leg, causing me to cry out into my sealed mouth.
I felt hands scrabbling under me. A fumbling touch undoing the snap of my black cargo pants. I twisted to get away and the tool case I kept in a thigh pocket dug painfully into my leg.
She unzipped me.
As she pulled down my pants I felt my thong go with them. She peeled the heavy trousers off my long, toned legs and now I was naked. Except for the shirt over my head, the tape on my wrists and a pair of black ankle socks.
"Nice ass bitch. I can see why she went for you."
Wait what? What did she mean? With the blood roaring in my head I couldn't make sense of this.
I heard her footsteps walk around me slowly, as if she was checking out my naked body as I lay there helpless.
Circling like a goddamn shark. Waiting to strike and tear me to pieces.
I had to do something, I wasn't just going to lay here and let her bash me or worse. I struggled to my knees.
Then I collapsed again, breath knocked from my body and she planted one foot next to me and swung her other foot with full force, kicking me with the toe end of her boot. Catching me right in the stomach.
I went down groaning, the sharpness of the blow made me feel sick and I fought against the urge to throw up.
"Stay down Cass. Or this will be ten times worse than it needs to be."
Wait? She knows my name?
My groaning must have sounded like a question. Like I was confused. She answered.
"Oh yes. I know who you are."
I was laying on my side, trying to tuck my knees to my chest, trying to curl into a ball. I don't remember deciding to do this, it was as if my body was acting by itself. I took a few death breaths to try and recover and managed to not throw up.
Yay for small victories. But I couldn't stop what happened next.
Through the mesh of my shirt and my tear washed eyes I saw movement. It was her boot again. The steel capped part. She swung her foot again and connected right in my stomach . Almost in the exact same spot.
My eyes bulged and I grunted loudly into my taped lips. I started coughing and gagging and threw up just a little, the bitter taste in my mouth incredibly unpleasant. It took me a moment to start recovering from this last blow and I couldn't stop myself from sobbing and convulsing at the same time.
She put her boot on me again, but this time it was to roll me over onto my back. I felt the sun heat up my face through my dark cowl and the sensation of my arms being painfully crushed under the weight of my own body.
I had no fight left in me. I was barely concious. I noticed a shadow and looked up to see her hazy form standing over me. Something was glinting in her right hand.
She bent down over me and whispered: "If you resist. If you try to kick me again. If you so much as blink..."
She held the object right in front of my eyes, it was one of the flick knives that I kept in my kit bag.
"... I will bury this to the hilt in your pussy. Then slide it all the way up to your chin."
I could feel her breath on the skin of my neck. I could see the look in her eyes.
I knew she absolutely meant it.
"Now stay still. I want you to see this."
She grabbed the shirt in front of my left eye and cut a small hole. Then she did the same with my right. I squinted up at her as the sun stung my eyes. I had to blink a few times to clear the tears away. She could now see my wide eyed look of complete and total fear.
I lay as still as I could.
I watched as she straddled my body and it's only then that I noticed she'd taken off her jeans. And her panties. There she was in boots and a plaid shirt. I felt the soft kiss of her nether lips my own. And for the first time in my life this sweet, wonderful sensation was something that filled me with nervousness. I was neatly trimmed down there, bald with a small 'landing strip'. She had a full black garden. It was soft and silky and I squirmed uncomfortably just a little. This movement seemed to make her smile.
"Now... Let's get down to business."
My eyes grew even wider as she casually waved the knife around, looking down at my body as if she was contemplating what to cut off first.
It didn't take long to dawn on me that was exactly what she was contemplating.
"You got yourself a nice pair of tits there Cass."
She reached down and cupped my right breast with her left hand, the browned nipple oddly stiffened and protruding upward. With her right hand she slowly brought the knife to my skin, I felt a cold sharp line on my body, the razor edge of the blade poised ready to sever my left breast clean off.
I tried not to shout. Not to cry out. The blade was touching but it hadn't pierced the skin. If I so much as breathed the motion of my chest rising would cut me clean open. Her hand was steady and held the knife perfectly still.
I knew how sharp that knife was.
"I want to do it bitch. You can go through life with only one boob right?"
I pleaded with her using my eyes. I very slowly shook my head side to side to indicate 'no'.
"Yeah.. You're right. Such a waste."
She gripped my nipple between her thumb and forefinger.
"But your nipples though. I can have them can't I?"
Again I shook my head carefully. Not wanting to make any great movement.
Tears blurred my vision forcing me to blink. I pleaded to her with my expression, even if all she could see were my eyes wide with fear through the holes in my mask. I watched in horror as she brought the knife to my nipple, the point pressing against the base of it. I felt the sharp sting as the blade point began to enter... saw the trickle of blood run down my skin onto my chest.
This is it. I'm going to be maimed forever.
Then she carefully withdrew the knife. Even through the pain in my chest I managed to breath a sigh of relief.
"I've got a better idea."
I felt the wet kiss of her bare thatch on my body as she slid down my thighs and straddled my knees. I saw her look down at the tuft between my legs and smile. She made a show of licking her lips as she reached forward with her left hand and touched me. Softly stroking my thighs at first, then slipping a finger inside.
Before I knew it she had coaxed my little nub out of its silken hood and was fondling me as expertly as any lover would. I moaned, but in fear. My body stiffened and my mind was awhirl with horrific thoughts about what was coming next.
She took my womanhood, pulsing and pink, between her thumb and forefinger.
She brought the knife down, blade resting right under the slippery wet nub.
I couldn't move. I couldn't scream. All I could was plead with my eyes. Beg for mercy.
"You don't really need your clit do you Cass?"
Oh dear God no!
This can't be happening. This can't be real.
"One flick of my wrist and no cheating slut girlfriend will ever make you come ever again."
So
that is what this is about! I slept with this crazy bitch's girlfriend!
That really didn't narrow it down though. That could be almost any hot woman on either side of the Golden Gate.
That's it. I'm dead.
It seemed like an eternity. She just hovered there and I knew she wanted to do it. I was trembling in fear and trying not to move and the tears wouldn't stop. I tried over and over to say "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" but all it sounded like was pathetic whimpering.
The knife was so close my wetness on the blade made it glisten.
The blade moved, flickering.
She sat up and withdrew it and lifted her other hand away. Then she looked down into my eyes and licked the fingers that had gripped me so awfully a moment ago.
"So that's what a girl stealing whore tastes like. Alright Cass. I'm going to make you a deal."
She slid back up my body, grinding her mound firmly over every inch of naked skin she could. As if she was marking her territory in some feral way. The knife was still in her hand.
She sat on my chest, crushing my breasts to my body and making it hard to breath. The thin trail of blood from the wound on my nipple smeared faintly on the pale skin of her thighs. Slowly she reached for my shirt and cut another hole. This one wider and over my mouth.
She leaned down and whispered in my ear: "I'm going to cut that tape now. You're going to stay still. And when I do, all you're going to do is poke out that pussy licking tongue of yours. You say one word... Just... One... Word... And..."
She brandished the knife less than an inch away from my eyes.
"Nod if you understand me."
I nodded as if my life depended on it. It really did.
She slit the tape on my mouth. She didn't manage it all the way across and I felt a sting and the taste of blood as she nicked my lower lip. I obediently poked out my tongue as far as it would go.
She looked into my eyes and said very simply:
"I come or you die."
Then she slid her knees next to my shoulders and lowered herself onto my face. And started grinding so hard I nearly suffocated.
It all seemed so surreal. She tasted wonderful. As a woman should. And this was such a familiar place for me to be, underneath a sexy tomboy and making love to her.
Except that I was sobbing and trembling like a wounded animal.
Except that I was in immense pain. I was sure my arm was broken, my head was filled with boiling acid and she had kicked and crushed my ribs into a fractured mess. Every breath was through broken glass, every heartbeat was throbbing pain all through my body.
And except that this was not love. This was cold dark hatred. And I had some serious concerns for my long term future.
But it didn't stop me trying. I put everything aside and worked her as best I could. My tongue probed and threshed wetly inside her as she smashed my face heavily, sinking her entire weight onto me.
Occasionally she let me up for air and I would gasp and take in just enough to survive.
I couldn't nibble on her like I would normally. The tape on my mouth got in the way and I didn't want to accidentally bite her - she was forcing herself downward so hard - because I knew the next thing that followed would involve that knife in her hand.
I tried to imagine someone else. Tried to imagine it was Rachel on top of me. Sweet, amazing Rachel with her bright green eyes and her bikini model body. Her laugh. Her smile. I wanted more than anything to see it again. I tried to imagine we were playing some ultra rough game. And that at any moment now she'd climax and crawl off me and untie me and cuddle and everything would be ok and...
At that moment she came. All over my face. She smeared herself wetly all over my T-shirt mask, my senses were flooded by her taste, her scent, I was out of breath and gasping.. gagging.. when she crawled limply off me and fell to the ground. She lay beside me breathing heavily, her expression dreamy.
"Oh my God Cass. I see what Rachel saw in you now."
I froze.
"Ray-Thell?" I managed to say through my half taped mouth. She looked over at me and smiled.
It all became clear.
Slowly she got up and stood over me, the knife still in her hand. I looked up and saw her dark furred snatch glistening and her cold gleaming eyes. Then she did something that confused me. She undid her shirt and tossed it aside and followed it with her singlet.
She had a farmhand's physique. Toned. Tanned on her arms and lower legs. Her breasts were smaller yet full and had a sexy little slope to them, with little rounded nipples. I had breasts like that before I'd really filled out. I don't know why I remember those particular details. I'd challenge anyone who loves women to be held captive by a naked one and not notice that kind of thing.
She went over to where the bat was laying on the ground and picked it up. Walking back to me she now had a weapon in each hand.
"I loved her Cass. More than anything. I want you to know that. I did everything out of love for her."
She hefted the bat in one hand... the knife in the other... as if she were contemplating which one to use. In the distance I heard the sound of traffic. A car engine. There was a road further up the hill but the clearing we were in couldn't be seen from it. There was no reason for anyone to come down this side road.
No help was coming.
"I was heart broken when she left me. Then she came here. Fucking San Fran Fucking Cisco. Where there's a bitch with a wet tongue down every ally. Bitches like you."
"Please... Don't..." was all I got out before she stepped forward and booted my head. She must have swung even harder than before.
Red out.
Blood.
A roaring waterfall of blood.
Somewhere on the ground nearby were two of my teeth and any last hopes I would survive this.
Blackness and nothing. And then an instant later...
I came too.
A hand pulled my hair and stood me up. This felt different. My arms were free. I opened my eyes.
The hood was gone. I was now naked but for my socks.
She was standing in front of me still naked herself - except for those awful boots.
I just had enough time to register what was going on before she rocked her fist back and snapped it straight into my face. I fell backwards onto my ass, the noise and flash of the blow leaving me stunned. My hair was a mess and strands of it were now in the closed fist of her other hand.
"I'm going to fucking kill y..." was as far as she got before I kicked her feet out crudely from under her. As she tumbled onto the ground in a heap I saw her legs splay out into the air and caught a glimpse of her secret place. In any other situation I would have admired the view but there wasn't time for that. I yelled something I can't remember and leapt on her.
She deflected me by curling her knees up and bringing them under my stomach. I didn't care. I grabbed the first thing I could with the hand of my good arm - in this case her right wrist - before bringing her hand to my mouth and biting it as hard as I could.
Her scream of anguish was as loud as it was satisfying. I tried to close my teeth together and bite a chunk out of her hand. If I am going down then she is going down with me.
It took three punches to my head for me to let go of that bite. When I finally let go I felt the satisfying taste of her blood in my mouth. I could have held on longer but I'd already taken far to many shots to the head and my strength was fading fast. I needed to end this quickly but I couldn't think how so I just went berserk.
It's lucky for her she had hid the bat and knife away and just wanted a cat fight, or I would have put either one of them clean through her head. She was still underneath me so I swung with wild claws, trying to rake her eyes. At least once I gouged her cheek.
She stopped this attack by sinking her fingers like they were talons into both of my breasts. It was painful sure. It was like small fire pokers melting my soft flesh, but I'd had worse than that from her already and I was still fighting.
I tried to knee her in the groin but misjudged it and slammed my own knee into the ground sharply. She saw this as an opening to throw me off her by pushing with her hands - still sunken into my breasts - and rolling her hips. I flew off her like a rocket and landed painfully on my side. I couldn't get my breath. My ribs were jagged and on fire.
This time it was her turn to jump onto me.
Again we tumbled around on the grass - locked in our death roll - our naked bodies meshed together.
Legs locked, arms entwined, fists full of hair...
We threw elbows and knees and head butts at each other's softer parts. She tried to bite off one of my ears, I accidentally kneed her in the breast while aiming for her chin. She fought like a woman possessed and my strength was flagging. And I still couldn't crack her.
We lay next to each other, fighting for breath and with our hands closed over each others throats. I felt a sharp stinging on my right eye. She had sneaked one of her hands up and was trying to gouge it with a hooking thumb. I panicked and let her go as I rolled away. Blinking like crazy I to tried to clear my vision - which was now almost half gone.
I struggled to my feet but she beat me too it. I crudely fended off a few punches (I can't remember how many) before she lashed out with her steel capped work boots and caught me right on the shin.
That barking pain was intense. It dropped me right away. I saw her clutch her bleeding hand as I tried to get back up. When I was on one foot and one knee she darted behind me - cobra like- and snared my neck in her arms. Then she wrapped her legs around my waist and we went crashing back down. King Kong was on my back and had me in a death lock.
A few times she twisted my neck. Winding it one way, then violently trying to snap it the other way.
She gave up after the fourth attempt. I was so hazy at this point I didn't fully realize she was legitimately trying to kill me by snapping my neck. After that she resumed her choke hold.
I had her pinned to the ground but it was hopeless. She squeezed my body and neck like a vice made from anacondas and I blacked out, the pain all through my body, hearing her voice whispering in my ear:
"Gonna kill you bitch... Gonna kill you bitch... Gonna kill you bitch..."
Again I came too. And things were clearly getting worse.
I was face down on something hard and bent over at the waist. My feet were on the ground but they didn't feel right and one of my socks was missing. There was something blood soaked in my mouth. I couldn't see properly out of my right eye.
Did I mention my body felt as if I was taking a bath in a vat of acid?
I moaned. I wanted to scream but that wasn't an option due to the cloth that was gagging me.
This was it. It's time to die.
After a few seconds I realised that the sun was lower in the sky, and that I was tied face down and naked on the hood of my car. My arms were stretched out beside me and gaffer taped tight like I was being crucified with my back to the world. My backside was right over the grill, which seemed to thrust my ass up slightly. My knees were stuck to my front bumper and spread apart - with a solid mash of tape - and my feet were pointed behind me, bent painfully flat on the grass.
I was even more naked than before. I didn't think that was possible. I felt the sun on my nether parts and knew I was hopelessly exposed.
I heard her voice: "You're gagged with your sock and your own panties. I like that one. I did the same for Rachel. I didn't want to hear her plead for her life.".
I heard the hood of my car buckle and felt it shift as she sat on it. She reached over and turned my head to face her. She had taken the time to get dressed again. She'd also found a first kit (maybe the one in my car) and had bandaged up the bite mark on her hand.
The sun glinting on the metal baseball bat made her look utterly evil. Her voice was strangely unemotional.
"Maybe she would have convinced me. I think I could make out what she was saying. 'Please Sara... I love you... You don't have to do this... We can work things out...'."
Her eyes gleamed.
"That's when I slit her wrists and ankles and tossed her over board. You know she never learned to swim? Eight miles to the nearest shore... Shark infested waters... Bleeding like a slaughtered goat."
She laughed.
"I don't rate her chances."
I lost it.
I screamed and writhed and tried to break free. I shouted every insult I could think of at her. What I'll do to her when I get free. I writhed on that bonnet making a hell of a racket like a live fish about to be filleted.
It took her by surprise. She was so startled she leaped off the car. Although it didn't take long for her to realise that there was nothing I could do.
When I had exhausted myself her face came into view. Right next to mine. She tapped the bat on the bonnet.
"We done?"
"Fuck you bitch" I garbled under my gag. She understood. But it didn't stop her from smiling.
"You gave me so much pleasure before. I really should return the favour. Right before I kill you. I figure you've had enough attention given to that gaping canyon you call a pussy..."
She tapped the handle end of the bat on the hood right in front of my face.
"So what say give your tight little ass some attention mmm?"
As she disappeared from view I screamed.
I shouted for help
I begged and pleaded. All through my gag which made all my efforts totally worthless. I threw my body around on that bonnet as much as I could. I tried to rip my arms free but it was as if my entire body had been super glued to that car. There was no freeing myself.
I was exposed, my rear end was arched up, legs apart and I was helpless.
Completely helpless.
She was behind me, standing right in front of the car. I heard her voice again:
"Wow. You look so hot like that Cass. Is that the view Rachel had when she stuck her tongue inside you? Such a shame. Guess I'll be the last one to see it. My God girl what an ass. Speaking of ass I hope you're ready. How about we soften you up a little first?"
I looked into the reflection of the windscreen and saw her right behind me. She had the baseball bat in both hands. Then she took a step forward and swung it in an upward arc.
Right between my legs.
With a wet, sledgehammer like impact the bat slammed into my exposed mound. Then pain was easily the most I had felt that day and I didn't black out. I experienced every agonizing moment.
If I hadn't been stuck to the car I would have been knocked off it. I screamed into my gag, my eyes watered, my fists clenched and I writhed in total agony. My body began fighting to get free. My muffled cries were seemingly endless.
It was at that moment I gave up completely.
I wanted to die.
I wanted Rachel to take my hand and hold me and lift me up to heaven. I wanted that so very much. I even cried because I'd never see the family I had abandoned ever again.
She came back around to where I could see her, a look of mock concern on her face.
"Don't cry Cass. It'll go in just fine. If you're worried about it being dry we can fix that for you. See?"
I felt her untie my panty gag and remove the blood stained sock from my mouth. I was too stunned to speak at this point and didn't have anything left to say to her anyway. She tossed the gag aside.
Then she twisted my head so my chin was flat on the hood and I was looking straight toward the back of the car. She managed to force my mouth open by yanking my hair back, before sliding the handle of the bat down my throat.
And not gently either.
I'll never forget the horrible wet 'schlucking' noise as she thrust the bat handle in and out. It never left my mouth fully, at one point she pushed it in too far and the fat end chipped one of my top teeth in half.
That's how far it went in.
Sometimes she'd choke me with it too much. I saw my face turning blue in the reflection of the windshield. My body went into spasms as I fought for breath. Time and again she did this.
Eventually, with a long last pull she slid the bat handle wetly from my throat and out. My body was wracked with a horrible coughing fit that lasted for at least a minute. As I coughed and spluttered and tasted my own blood I felt an horrific stinging inside my body that seemed to run from my mouth to my stomach.
She said: "There. That wasn't so bad was it? You'll thank me when it's gone up your ass girl. Don't say I never do anything for you."
And then it was time. And yes. She did exactly what she said she would.
She took the bat and disappeared from view. I felt something pressing at my tight little rosebud. Sure I'd had things like this before... toys... fingers... even tongues...
I felt her finger at first.
Pressing.
Entering just a little. My body fought it, but she slide one finger in no matter how hard I resisted.
Then she withdrew.
And then...
Without warning...
And clearly using both hands...
She jammed the handle of that baseball bat as hard as she could into my ass.
I'm just going to describe it as best I can. It's very hard to put into words how painful it was and I have a high pain threshold. Trust me.
It felt like she was splitting me in two.
It didn't feel like a baseball bat handle. It felt like a buzz saw. Like I was strapped naked to a log and being cut in half ass first.
I could say 'excruciating' and 'agonising' but those are just words. Words that don't describe the full experience of what this was really like. It was living pain that I had never felt before or since. At this point I was hoping she'd untie me for another cat fight. That was painful too, but nothing like this.
"FUCK!"
I heard her shout. I was dimly aware of another noise.
Was it an engine?
Then an explosion. With the sound of the hood buckling. I felt something snag my shoulder and it confused me at first. Then a new splash of incredible pain.
'It's ok'. Did someone say those words? I don't know.
I remember suddenly feeling calm. The pain vanished like it was a sheet blowing away in the wind.
'I'm ready now.'
There was a warmness in my body... and a blackness over my vision... I thought I heard the voice of a woman laughing sweetly and thought I saw a flash of beautiful green eyes.
Then nothing.
My next concious memory was of flying. At least I thought at first that's what it was. Everything was white and I was flying through the air feet first down a tunnel. I heard the voices of angels. But my mind cleared just enough to realise that those angels sounded like medical staff. And that tunnel looked like a hospital corridor.
After that I remember trying explain to someone from the San Francisco Police Department what had happened. I think all I did was babble about a post it note, my bedroom mirror and the name 'Sara'.
One night I woke to find myself in a hospital room. There was a fan going next to my bed, I had a drip attached to my arm and it was dark. I saw that my sister had come to visit me. In the low light she reached over and held my hand and smiled and told me to go back to sleep. I did just that. Didn't think anything of it at the time. I was glad she was there.
When I woke up the next morning I saw the sun streaming through the half open blinds and I cried my eyes out because I remembered that my sister had been killed four years ago in a plane crash.
My being awake caused quite a stir. The nurses summoned a flock of doctors who informed me that I had been in surgery for eight hours and that my heart had stopped once. That I should make a full recovery but would need monitoring for at least six months due the the concussion I had received. And that there would always be a small chip of bone floating free in my elbow and it's best they just leave it there. And how the knife that Sara had pinned my shoulder to the car with had missed any major nerves and blood vessels.
The first time they told me all that I took in about half of it. The nurses got very used to me asking the same questions for the next few days.
Right after those doctors left someone stood in my door.
And I burst into tears.
Rachel. Very much alive. There'd been no kidnapping. No slit wrists or swim through shark infested waters.
I don't remember what we said but I do remember how it made me feel. Relieved. And happy beyond anything I had experienced before.
I won't go into detail about how I got rescued but the short version is that my friend the DOP got worried when an hour went by and I hadn't turned up at the hotel. He rang my phone which I didn't answer (naturally). So he and a couple of my crew buddies drove back to the car park to see if I needed help.
On their way down the side road they passed a red pick up truck coming back the other way. Apparently Sara had heard the sound of their car coming and it had frightened her off, but not before she drove that knife through my shoulder and into the hood of the car. I don't know if she panicked and didn't kill me by accident, of if she intended to leave me alive.
That was two months ago. Since then I have all but healed. And am walking better and better each day. I left my job. The one I loved so much. I can't look my friends in the face, especially not the ones who found me naked and strapped to my car with half a baseball bat sticking out of my ass.
I see Rachel every day but... She feels an incredible guilt about everything.,. Like a supportive friend perhaps. And I can't bare to let anyone see me naked right now, especially not her.
I don't think we are going to last to be honest.
Sara hasn't been caught. When she is I'll let you all know. I'm not sure what to do next. Travel maybe. Go back home. I feel like I should start walking and not stop.
But I'll always be looking over my shoulder.
