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   ï>¿A fateful evening by AGeerling

   Story Codes: FF, interracial, bd, nc, oral, sm, anal, toys, rape

   She moved into the new apartment in the morning and waited for her
roommate to arrive.  They had never met, and spoken only twice on the
phone. Still, Tammy had hopes for the best.  This was a big step for her.
After three years in the city, she was taking a plunge and moving in with a
total stranger.

   There was something mysterious about it; it was a real adventure, and
one she had always fantasized about.  Her friends had warned about the
potential dangers.  Hell, she had seen a dozen movies that highlighted the
dangers and drawbacks.  But somehow she felt it was something she needed to
try, even if only for a while.  How could she be a real city girl without
something like this under her belt?

   So she sat in the kitchen with a bottle of water and waited, trying not
to think about how nervous she was.  After all, it was a black woman.  She
took a deep breath and a swallow of water.

   Tammy had never been around blacks much.  Growing up in her town, there
had been a few, but they seemed to keep to themselves, and she had never
thought much about them until she came to the city.  Here they were
everywhere.  At first it had been kind of a shock, or at least a surprise.
Tammy knew she wasn't supposed to be surprised about something like that:
you weren't supposed to think anything about the color of people's skin. 
But she was ashamed to say, although only to herself, that she did think
about it.  She did not hate them, or she hadn't, anyway, but she always
noticed them.  So it was now a part of her experiment.  It was time to get
past all this.  She was a big girl, and the incident, well, that was just
one time, just an isolated event.

   Not all black people were like that, she hoped.

   The bell rang at a quarter past one.  Tammy answered the door and let
her new roommate in.

   Her name was Rochelle, that was what she had said on the phone and in
the application, and she wore a grey suit.  Her face was heart-shaped,
pretty, and her hair was tied back in a long, tight braid.  In one arm was
a beige coat and a large purse hung from her shoulder.  She did not smile
when Tammy opened the door.

   "You Tammy?"

   "Yes, it's nice to meet you, Rochelle." Tammy was afraid she sounded too
friendly, like she would come across as condescending or something.  Still,
she offered her hand and Rochelle took it.  The woman's palm was dry and
warm.

   "And you.  Can I come in?"

   "Oh, yes, of course, let me get out of your way.  After all," she said
with a laugh, "this is your place now."

   Rochelle ignored Tammy's joviality and entered.  Wordlessly, she went
from room to room and took in the space and the light.  It was a big
apartment, and very clean.  The owners had just renovated it in the spring,
so the whole place had a new feeling.

   "I wasn't sure which room you'd want, so I didn't unpack anything yet,"
Tammy said.  "Isn't this place great?"

   "Yes, it is," said Rochelle.  Tammy followed her through the apartment.

   "When are your things coming?"

   "Tonight, after seven."

   "Okay, um, Do you have a lot of furniture to move?"

   "No, not now.  I keep things light."

   They went on.  Rochelle kept quiet, and it made her uncomfortable. 
Tammy asked, "Do you have an idea which room you want?"

   "Which one do you want?"

   "Oh, I don't really care."

   "Then I'll take this one." It was the master bedroom with a huge window
that looked down at the street.  It got the best light.

   Tammy smiled.  "Great," she said, and tried to mean it.

   They went over the final signing of the lease and Tammy gave her the
keys to the apartment.

   "Okay," said Rochelle when they had gone over everything, "I have to get
back to work.  I'll be back tonight."

   Tammy nodded.  "You work at a bank, right?"

   "That's right, I'm vault manager."

   "Wow, that's great," she said.  Then there was a pause.  Tammy made
herself smile and say, "I'll see you tonight, then."

   Rochelle didn't say goodbye when she left.

   ***

   Tammy had the day off from her own job at the Masterson and Hunt law
office, and so she took her time in setting up what had become her new
room. It helped her relax after meeting Rochelle.  She was quite a lovely
woman, but she was so distant.  This was it; it was real.  No more just
imagining things.  For good or bad, this was going to happen.  Of course
she did not expect them to be friends.  Not at first, anyway.  But over
time, they would grow closer, and Tammy could start to get over her own
ridiculous fear.

   She was upset at how nervous she had been, so she put herself to work to
burn through it.  Tammy had a fair amount of furniture: a bed disassembled
in a box, a sofa, a dresser and several bookcases, not to mention a whole
living room and kitchen set.  The movers had brought them in, but she set
them up and put them together on her own.  She had been worried about how
much stuff Rochelle was going to bring, but it did not sound like it would
be much.

   Tammy was strong from the gym and took pleasure in being able to move
things around.  Her last boyfriend, Mark, had made sure that she kept
herself in shape.  He had a refined sense of discipline which he had taken
great pains to instill in her.  Now, even six months after they had broken
up, she still kept to the exercise and diet regime that he had put together
for her.  Mark had been hopeless as a boyfriend in several ways, but the
firm order that he brought with him had always turned her on.

   Among her things was a cardboard box filled with mementos from their
time together, toys and things.  When she had finished the first round of
unpacking in her room, she sat down on her newly made bed and found the box
sitting there, taped shut.  She knew it from the single letter T on the
side.

   Tammy cut through the tape with an exacto knife and opened it up. 
Inside were ropes tied in neat bundles, blindfolds, scarves and sashes, a
collection of clamps, a few vibrators, a leather bit gag, a ring gag, a
leather harness, and leather restraints for wrists and ankles.  She took
out the bit gag and examined it, feeling all the little indentations that
her teeth had left in it over the year and a half she and Mark had been
together.  There was her old buttplug, too, a fat, beveled thing.  And to
think she had hated it at first.

   She planned to get new stuff when she found a new lover, but that hadn't
happened yet, so she was still hanging on to it.  She laughed quietly to
herself, remembering of those times, then put the bit on the bed and went
to take care of the bathroom.

   ***

   Tammy was sipping a glass of wine while she arranged the living room,
when the doorbell rang.  A quick look at the clock said it was 6:50.

   She had asked that her friends not come over until she had settled in
and could have a proper house-warming party, so she decided that it must be
Rochelle's things.  There was no sign of her new roommate, so she went to
the door and peeked through the window.  On the doorstep was a black woman
in a purple hoodie and jeans.  She was chewing gum and listening to music
through earbuds.  She raised her hand in greeting when she saw Tammy in the
window.

   Tammy opened the door.

   The woman spoke at once and said, "Yo, you Tammy?  How ya doing?  I'm
Steph, Rochelle's sister." Tammy started to reply, but Steph just went
right on talking.  "Yeah, well look, I brought over a trunk full of stuff
for Rochelle.  She ain't home, is she?"

   "Uh, no, not yet." Tammy heart pounded in her chest.  This was the sort
of person she would normally cross the street to avoid.  It was something
she hated about herself, but the feeling of danger that came off this woman
made her knees weak.  But this was exactly what she was trying to change.

   Tammy thought she should invite her in, make small talk, show her around
the apartment, all the stuff she was so good at with other people. 
Somehow, none of these thoughts would come out as words, so instead she
made herself smile, and made herself mean it.

   "Well, look I'm double parked out here, so lemme get this stuff out the
trunk before a cop comes along, alright?  You wanna come out and help me?"
Steph snapped her gum and went out to the street where her car was.  After
a moment Tammy put on some slippers and followed her.

   The car was an older model Chrysler, in decent condition, but the left
tail light was out.

   "Your light's out," said Tammy.

   "Oh, yeah, I know, I gotta get that fixed.  Here, could ya take this
bag, and this box, too?  They're kinda heavy, so. . ."

   "I have them," said Tammy, and she took them in both arms and brought
them inside the house.

   The biggest thing was the futon, a giant one rolled up, heavy and old.
Both of them carried it together up the steps and into Rochelle's bedroom.
"Man, oh man, this thing is heavy as fuck," Steph said as they got it
inside.  Then she went out one last time and parked her car in a spot that
had opened up a ways down the street.

   When she came back, Steph plopped down on the couch and put her feet up.
With her hood down, Tammy got her first good look at her face.  She was
younger than Rochelle, her cheeks a little rounder, but her skin was rough
and marred with two pock marks, one under her left eye, the other near her
chin.  She had big lips and a full nose, and her hair was all in cornrows.
She was quite thin, but with wide hips.  Steph let Tammy take her in and
gave a knowing smile.

   "Man, this is a nice place you guys have got here.  Wish I could afford
me a place like this.  My place is a real dump.  Walls like cardboard, and
fuckin' cockroaches!  It's terrible.  Gotta listen to the neighbors
fightin' and fuckin' all night, you know.  Can you hear any of your
neighbors in here?"

   "Uh, I don't really know.  It seems quiet enough, but it's still the
first day, so," Tammy shrugged and smiled apologetically.  "Um, could you
keep your shoes off the sofa?"

   "Oh, yeah, shit.  Sorry 'bout that.  Hey, you got anything to drink
around here?"

   "I have a bottle of wine.  Red."

   "Wine, huh?  Got any beer?  No?  Well, I'll have some of that wine,
then, if it's okay with you."

   "Sure," said Tammy, and she went and got a glass.

   She felt Steph's eyes follow her across the room.  "You know, you're
pretty fine.  Strong, too.  I like that." Tammy wasn't sure how to respond,
so she decided just to take it as a compliment.  She opened the wine
bottle. "No, girl, just bring the bottle over here.  I'll pour it myself."

   Tammy brought her the glass and the bottle and put them on the coffee
table.  Steph sniffed at the bottle, then poured a generous amount and
sipped at it.  She frowned for a moment, then sipped again, evidently
deciding that it wasn't so bad.

   Steph went on.  "I'm not much of wine person, myself, no.  I like a beer
at the end of the day.  Rochelle, though, she digs this shit.  She's got
herself all civilized, all sophisticated, you know what I'm sayin'?" She
sipped again.  "But this, this ain't too bad, you know?"

   Tammy looked at the clock.  It said 7:30.  "I wonder what's keeping
Rochelle.  She said she'd be back before 7:00."

   "Don't you worry none about her," said Steph.  "She's always stayin'
late at work.  You know she's vault manager down there at the bank.  Ain't
that the wildest thing?  After some of the shit she did when she was young,
they went and put her in charge of a fuckin' bank vault!  That shit still
cracks me up.  She's good at it, though.  A lot of responsibility, that job
has.  I'm proud of her."

   "I'm just wondering what to do about dinner."

   Steph sat up and leaned forward.  "Just order some Chinese food.  I'm
pretty hungry, myself, I could go for some mu goo gai pan or whatever else
they got."

   With that, Tammy realized that Steph was staying for the evening, and
maybe for the night.  And from the look of things, she could very well end
up staying over a lot.  Inside, a part of her panicked at the idea.  She
covered it up by getting out the phone book and looking for a Chinese
restaurant.

   She whispered to herself, "This is going to be okay, it's going to be
fine.  It's going to be good for you, it's what you wanted.  Remember
that." Still Tammy was not convinced.  She found the restaurant listing and
found a nearby restaurant.

   "Get some egg rolls," Steph added while she was on the phone.  "And some
crab-cheese wantons."

   The man on the line indicated in half-broken English that it would
forty-five minutes to an hour.

   "It's $27.50 plus a tip for the driver," Tammy said.

   "That's cool," said Steph, flipping through one of Tammy's fashion
magazines.

   "So let's call it $14.00."

   When she realized that Tammy was asking her to pay for half, Steph said,
"Hey, you buy this time and I'll buy next time.  All I got's a five on me."

   "That'll cover the tip, then," she said.  "I'll get the tip next time."
Her heart was hammering, but she managed to keep it out of her voice.

   Steph stared at her.  Then she smiled and laughed out loud.  She slapped
her knee.  "All right then.  If you say so." Steph dug around in her jeans
and pulled out a wrinkled five dollar bill.  Tammy wrote a check for the
rest and put them on the shelf by the front door.  "You know, you are a
fine looking woman.  You know that?  You got a boyfriend?"

   Tammy shook her head.  "Not right now."

   "How about a girlfriend, then?"

   Tammy smiled and shook her head.  She had been with a woman once, in a
three-way with Mark.  At the time, it had been nice, feeling the softness
of another woman's lips and fingers, but she had felt ashamed the next day.
The woman was Michelle, her friend, but after that, things hadn't been the
same between them, and they had pretty much drifted apart.  "I'm not into
girls much," she said.  Of course, there had been the incident, but that
was something else.

   "Just askin', just askin'.  You never know in the city, right?  There's
all kinds of people in the city, people into all kinds of weird-ass shit. I
seen some of it, and I heard about more, you know?  Whips and chains and
shit like that.  Dog fucking.  People stickin' rats up their asses and
shit." Steph laughed and drank her wine.  "You know about shit like that?"

   "I've heard stories." Tammy bent down and put the phone book away in the
cabinet under the phone.

   "I bet you have.  Man, you look fine.  How'd you get muscles like that?"

   Tammy stood up.  "I work out, like, four times a week."

   "How much you press?"

   "10 reps at 110," she said.

   "Damn, girl.  Come here: lemme feel your arm.  I never met no girl who
could lift that much, except my momma.  Now she was a strong-ass woman. 
Fat as hell, but strong.  But I never seen no one looking the way you do
who could lift like that." Tammy didn't move.  Steph laughed.  "Come on,
Tammy, I don't bite."

   Reluctantly, Tammy went over to her and pulled up her sleeve.  She
curled her arm and let Steph feel her muscle.  Steph's hand was cool and a
little rough, but her touch was gentle.  For what seemed like the first
time since she arrived, Steph was quiet.  After a minute, Tammy relaxed her
arm and pulled away.

   "Nice," Steph said and leaned back on the sofa again, suddenly with a
cocky smile, as if she'd scored a point.  "What do you do, Tammy?  Rochelle
said you was a lawyer or something."

   "I'm a paralegal and a notary.  I work at Masterson and Hunt downtown."

   "Damn," said Steph, giving no impression that she knew what those were.
"How old are you?"

   Tammy usually answered this question with a coy, "How old do I look?"
but she didn't feel up to it.  "26," she sighed.  "How old are you?  What
do you do?"

   "I'm 24," she said.  "I don't look it, though, do I?" Indeed, she looked
much older.  "It's the scars," she said, pointing at her face.  "And the
drugs.  I got clean, though.  Rochelle helped me out, and I ain't touched
nothing in three years.  The rest of my body looks young, though." She
smiled and put her hands on her thighs.  "As for what I do, well, this and
that.  Lots of different things."

   Tammy was thoroughly uncomfortable and she knew she couldn't hide it. 
Where the hell was Rochelle?  The clock said 7:50.  She sighed again. 
"Like what?  What kinds of things?" Now she was sure Steph was a drug
dealer or something.

   "I done some modeling.  Don't laugh, I did, down at the art school.  Now
though, I'm working in a club downtown.  It's a decent place, with some
class to it.  You should come down there some time and check it out.  You'd
fit right in, you know what I'm sayin'." Before Tammy could answer, she
said, "Hey, where's the bathroom?  I gotta pee, you know?"

   "It's through there," Tammy pointed.

   Steph stood up and stretched for a moment.  "Why don't you sit down,
Tammy?  It's your place, after all.  I'll be right back." And she
disappeared into the back of the apartment.

   Without thinking much about it, Tammy sat on the edge of the sofa and
put her head in her hands.  "Oh, god, what am I doing?  Why did I ever
think this was a good idea?"

   ***

   Three weeks after arriving in the city, when she was still a new and
oblivious to the way of things, Tammy had crossed an invisible boundary
between neighborhoods and wound up in a bad part of town.  There she had
been raped and beaten by a black girl, right in the street in the
afternoon. It was still the most shocking thing that had ever happened to
her.

   She remembered the black girl with the faded jean skirt and the strings
of dangling beads around her neck.  She'd had cornrows, too.  Tammy
remembered the expression on her chubby-cheeked face when she approached,
full of boredom and contempt.  Two other girls had been with her, but Tammy
didn't remember anything about them, because right away the one girl had
gotten in her face.

   "Whutchoo doin' here, this ain't your part'o'town, ya ain't got no
business here.  What are ya, lookin' for drugs, huh, lookin' to score?  Or
maybe you wanna get hooked up wit some big black dick?  That whutchoo want,
huh, you lily-ass bitch?  Well, there ain't nobody gonna dirty themselves
up with a skanky-ass ho like you, so gitcho ass outa here 'fore I kick the
shit outa ya."

   If Tammy had just turned around and left, things might have been
different.  Maybe not.  But she had tried to talk back to the girl.  Not to
fight, but to be reasonable.  It was a mistake.

   Before a full sentence had passed her lips, the black girl had suddenly
grabbed her by the right breast in a brutal twisting pinch with one hand,
and then grabbed her hair with the other.  Tammy's gasps and screams fell
on deaf ears in that neighborhood.  The girl had forced her to the ground
and sat on her chest, using her legs to pin Tammy's arms.  Then she had
slapped her face and spit in her eyes, forced her mouth open and hawked a
blob of phlegm down her throat.

   "You throw up, bitch and I'll make you lick it up."

   Then while her friends had held her down, the girl had stripped Tammy
down to her underwear.  She'd tore off her panties, wadded them up and
stuffed them in her mouth.  She'd pulled out her pubic hair and pinched her
clitoris with her fingernails until she bled.

   "Yo, check this shit out, this bitch is wet!  Her cunt's all wet!  Ain't
that the shit.  Well, cunt, mine's too.  Since you's so horny, maybe you'll
do somethin' about it for me."

   The girl had squatted down over Tammy's face and spat in her eye.  All
she had seen was raw anger and contempt.  "Suck it, cunt!" She'd taken off
her underwear and pressed her black, hairy, urine-stinking crotch into
Tammy's face and rubbed it there.  When Tammy had tried to turn away, the
girl slapped her and ground her face into the pavement.

   "Suck it, cunt!"

   She'd been paralyzed, completely helpless.  The girl had taken Tammy's
panties out of her mouth and pressed her vagina against her lips. 
Helplessly, tragically, Tammy had licked her and sucked her and done every
pathetic thing she could to please her until the girl had gotten bored and
let her go.  She had walked naked down the street, her clothes a torn
bundle in her hands.  Only when she'd reached the corner did she stop and
get dressed again.

   She had never gone to the police, had never told anyone.  For a month
after she couldn't even look herself in the mirror.  It had taken her a
long time, but she had gotten over most of it.  Mark had helped, and his
discipline had helped.  And over time, she had eroticized the memory of the
experience.  Parts of it almost always came back to her when she
masturbated, in the background of her other fantasies, pushing her over the
edge.

   It was never that far away from her, but the memory did not hurt
anymore. That was why she had felt strong enough to try this experiment. 
But now being here with this woman made the events of that afternoon return
more closely than they had come for ages.  And it hurt, yes, but it was
also, somehow, exciting.

   ***

   The toilet flushed and the water in the sink ran for a bit.  She came
back to herself when the doorbell rang: the food.

   Tammy went and got the door.  The driver was a pimply teenage Chinese
boy with a death-metal t-shirt.  He took Tammy's check without comment, but
he brightened at the five-dollar tip.

   "Hey, thanks, Lady."

   "No problem," she said.  "Take it easy."

   With the bag of hot food she went back to the kitchen and got out the
plates.  Tammy was not a real fan of Chinese food.  It was generally too
greasy, and this place, Dragon's Gate, was no exception.  Now, with all the
cartons of food in front of her, none of it looked appetizing.  She took an
egg roll and ate half of it, but it would be generous to call it mediocre.
She sighed and went back to the sofa.

   Steph came back into the living room, hands behind her back and
whistling softly.

   "Smells good," she said, coming and sitting down beside her.  "I do like
me some Chinese food.  We used to live next to a Chinese place when I was a
kid, and man oh man, the smell of it used to drive me crazy at night.  I
used to dream about Chinese food."

   Tammy said, "Well, help yourself.  I'm not very hungry right now."

   "I will in a bit, but I wanna ask you somethin' first."

   "What is it?"

   "How come you want a roommate?  How come you picked my sister?  You got
money, you got nice things.  I know rent's expensive, but you don't look
like you need it."

   "Not to be rude, Steph, but it's really none of your business.  I need a
roommate, and your sister's application and references were the best I
saw."

   "Why you so nervous, then?"

   "Because she's not here.  I mean, I hardly know her, and I want us to
get off on the right foot."

   "You mean, she ain't here, but I am, right?  I make you uncomfortable."

   "No, Steph, you don't.  You seem like a really nice person, although
admittedly different from the kind of people I usually spend time with. 
Just, maybe today isn't the best day for long visits.  I don't know.  If
Rochelle was here, and she introduced you, I would probably feel much
better about it."

   Steph just watched her for a long minute.

   "I ain't.  A nice person.  You said I seem like a nice person.  I ain't.
To be honest with you, I'm a real bitch."

   Tammy's heart almost stopped and her mind raced to interpret what this
woman was telling her.  "Don't tell me you're Rochelle," she said.  "That
other woman was, what, like a decoy?  Or, did you do something to her?"

   Steph broke up laughing.  "Nah, girl, it's nothing like that!  You bin
watchin' too many movies if you be comin' up with shit like that!  You met
my sister, and my sister is Rochelle.  Just, I ain't a nice person.  I be
here hangin' out with you, but just now when I went to use the bathroom and
you went to get the door, I went and looked in your room." Tammy whirled
and stood up.  Steph stood up with her and got in her face.  "You got some
nice clothes, baby.  You must spend a fortune on 'em.  And sexy lingerie!
Makes me wet just lookin' at 'em!  And that ain't even the best part.  You
got some wild-ass shit in there, honey, some pretty interesting toys.  I
knew there was somethin' twisted about you.  I can just tell."

   From behind her back Steph produced a bundle of black hemp rope.  She
undid it expertly and pulled a length of it taut between her hands.

   Tammy's mouth fell open in shock.  "What are you doing?  What the hell
is going on?"

   "Come on, now, you ain't a top.  You're bottom, and a good one, too,
I'll bet.  Now, you don't know me none, but let's get to know each other
real well."

   "Fuck you!  Get out of my house!" Tammy pointed at the door.

   Steph just smirked.  Tammy grabbed her arm to try and force her out.

   "Mistake," said Steph and jabbed Tammy once in the solar plexus.  Tammy
fell to her knees, unable to breathe, eyes full of tears.  She tipped
forward and down.  Steph let her fall, only putting out a hand to keep her
from hitting her face on the floor.  She tsked.  "Like I thought: you may
be strong, but you can't fight for shit." She went to work with the rope,
quickly wrapping her knees together.  She had a second bundle of rope that
she undid and used to bind Tammy's ankles and wrists together.

   When she could get a breath, Tammy croaked.  "What are you going to do?"

   Steph stood over her.  "Why, I'm gonna see what you got, baby.  I'm
gonna see what kind of person you really are."

   ***

   It was 8:30.  The lights were low in the living room where the two of
them sat.  Tammy was in an armless four-legged chair with a black steel
frame and three slats making up the backrest.

   Steph explained.  "You know that club where I work?  It's the sorta
place that, shall we say, caters to a certain kind of adult clientÃÂ"le. I
bin workin' there as a dominatrix for a while now.  It's pretty fun, I'll
tell you that."

   Tammy sat, each knee tied to her chair so her legs were forced open. 
her forearms were bound crossed together behind her back with ropes that
made a harness across her chest, framing her breasts through her shirt and
pushing them forward.  The bit gag in her kept her quiet, and the collar
around her neck, tied on a short line to the back of the chair, kept her
from thrashing about.

   She was terrified, and her fear kept her still, except for a tremor in
her legs.

   Steph had taken out Tammy's whole box of toys and gear and spread them
out on the coffee table in front of her.  She let Tammy sit there, looking
at them, wondering what was going to happen.

   Her captor leaned in close and smelled her hair.

   "Mmm, nice," she said.

   Then she moved her hands to Tammy's breasts.  She cupped the left side,
then the right.  She gave a small squeeze and brushed the nipples through
her clothes.

   "Pretty big, and soft as marshmallows.  I bin here all starin' at them
all night, floatin' over those big muscles of yours, all soft and nice. 
I'm gonna enjoy these.  Wait here a minute." Steph went into the kitchen.
Tammy heard her rummage around in the drawers.  When she came back, she
held Tammy's good kitchen shears.  They cut through bones without much
work. Tammy stared at them, gulping back saliva, and breathing sharply
through her nose.  Sweat beaded across her body.

   Working carefully, Steph pulled the fabric of Tammy's blouse away from
her left breast and cut at it with the scissors.  Then she cut into the
incision and made a hole all the way around until her bra-encased breast
hung out.  Steph smiled and caressed it.  Then she gave it a brutal
squeeze.

   Tammy writhed and whined from behind the bit.

   "Shut up, bitch, that ain't nothing.  I'm just saying hello."

   She repeated the process on the right side.

   "That bra's gonna hafta go, huh," she said.  Steph snipped away and cut
each cup out, but left the under-wire to keep them lifted.  Her pink
nipples stood full and stiff and in the air.

   Steph laid the scissors down and knelt between Tammy's legs.  She took
her breasts, one in each hand and rolled them and rubbed them.  Tammy tried
to close her eyes, but Steph smacked her.

   "Pay attention, now," she scolded.  "I don't want you wanderin' off
anywhere." She leaned forward and took Tammy's right nipple in her mouth.
She licked around it, then up and down over it while she sucked.  Tammy
moaned as she felt it ring through her, each flick of Steph's tongue
sending small electric reverberations down to her clit.

   Steph looked up at her and smiled at her expression.  She stopped her
licking and said, "Oh, you like that, do you?  Good.  You'll get some
pleasure out of this.  But there's gonna be bad stuff, too.  Now listen. 
Listen close: when things get too rough for you, when things get to be too
much, I want you to go like this." Steph shut her eyes tight, then opened
them wide three times in a row.  "That's your safe word.  That shit will
keep you safe, you got me?"

   Tammy nodded.  A safe word.  She was so relieved.  As horribly twisted
as everything had become, as out to sea as she felt, the introduction of
the safe word kept land in sight.

   "Yeah, so you do that whenever you think it's too much.  I won't stop,
though.  I won't even slow down.  That shit's just to see how weak you are.
That's all it'll do.  It'll give me a good laugh.  So go on, do it whenever
you want."

   Tammy stared at her in horror.  She started to protest through the gag,
but Steph raised her hand and Tammy fell quiet.  Steph hit her anyway,
slapped her hard across both tits.  Once, twice, inside and outside, and
then a third time just across the nipples.

   Tammy bit into the gag and tried to breathe.

   Steph laughed at her efforts.  "You go, girl.  That's right.  Let's keep
this interesting."

   ***

   Tammy was tied to the chair again.  Steph had made her kneel in front of
the chair, facing the seat and leaning forward so that her face was in the
backrest.  A rope tied her collar to the topmost slat and kept her from
pulling back more than an inch or two.  Her forearms were tied to the sides
of the backrest, hands up so that her fingers could just reach around the
top of the chair and give her a little support.  Each thigh was tied to the
front chair legs.  She had to arch her back to keep herself from choking,
and this exposed her whole posterior.  The cutting of the bit into the
sides of her mouth was exacerbated.  Her breasts hung down and brushed the
back slats when she wiggled.  It was an extremely uncomfortable position.

   If she leaned back, Tammy could pick up the chair, but she could not
stand up.  She thought she might be able to slide on her knees, but as soon
as she tried, Steph was there.  With a strand of rope she whipped Tammy up
between the legs, right across her crotch.  Her jeans took most of the
sting out of it, but it was clear she would not escape that way.

   Steph said, "Imagine that, tryin' to get away.  I guess this position
isn't enough for you.  Well, we'll fix that right up." Then she tied
Tammy's feet so that they were flat against the back of her thighs.  This
put most of her weight on her knees.

   Tammy wiggled and shook, trying to find some bit of leeway to give them
some rest.  She found none.  She could only suck air through her nose and
wait in slowly growing agony.

   "It's all right, honey.  You're doin' just fine.  Mmm-mm, you got a nice
ass.  Just as good as your titties." Steph reached around from behind her
and cradled her breasts.  She massaged and teased them, especially the
nipples, until Tammy started to feel it ringing through her again.  This
time, Steph kept at it until Tammy really started to respond.  She didn't
want to feel anything, but she did.  She felt heat growing in her pussy.

   Steph felt it, too.  She left her breasts and began caressing her ass
and thighs.

   She raised one hand and spanked her, right on the pussy.  Shock went
through her.  Tammy cried out once, then bit it back.  Steph hit her again,
and again, each time harder.  Just when Tammy expected another hit, she
stopped.  Steph reached around and flicked Tammy's right nipple, instead.

   Tammy screeched and writhed, pulling at all the ropes, trying to break
free.

   Steph watched her and laughed.

   "Oh, man, this is so fuckin' great!  I should tape this action and put
it up on the internet.  I could get so many hits.  Whaddaya say, honey? 
You up for some of that?"

   Tammy shook her head and wept silently.

   "Maybe later, then.  You still got a lot of energy.  Lemme help cool you
down a bit."

   Tammy could not see what Steph was doing, but she felt her kneel behind
her.  Her captor reached forward and showed her an exacto-knife, the one
she had been using to open up all her boxes.  Steph ran a finger along the
seam of Tammy's jeans: down her ass and between her legs.

   "Let's open this up," she said.  "You thrash around and you gonna get
cut.  Do it if you like, I don't care." Tammy held rock still.  Her knees
ached, and she longed to get her feet free, but she dared not move.

   Steph began to cut.  She made an incision from just below Tammy's tail
bone and sliced open the seam.  The blade went slowly, inch by inch down
her ass, over her anus and across the length of her cunt.  The only sound
was the ripping of the fabric and the pounding of blood in her ears.  Steph
cut up to the base of Tammy's fly in the front.  Then she cut along the
seams down the inside of Tammy's thighs.  On these cuts, the blade nicked
her several times, little hot pricks that made her yelp each time.

   "It ain't nothin'," Steph said, "they'll heal right up."

   Steph spread open the back of Tammy's jeans like a flower.  Only her
silk panties stood between her pussy and her captor's gaze.  She felt the
cool air on her skin, and then the warmth of Steph's breath.  Steph licked
up her right thigh.  Tammy shuddered.

   She heard Steph rummaging around for something again.  Something plucked
at the fabric of her panties, then she heard the snip of the shears as
Steph cut a hole in them right over her anus.

   "Oh-ho, look at this little thing here," she said, and then giggled.  It
was a strange sound to hear from such a person.  For an instant, Steph
sounded like a little girl.

   Then Tammy felt the cold steel of the scissor blades against her most
delicate parts as her captor cut a line down the middle of her underwear.
The cold metal slid between her lips.  The silk panties fell away and left
her bare to the world.

   "Oh, my, how wet we are, little Tammy.  My my my, you're just spread
open and waitin'.  Waitin' to get fucked.  Do you wanna get fucked by
these?" Steph slid the scissor blades across her pussy again.  Tammy shook
her head.

   There was a long, still moment, then she heard the scissors fall back on
the coffee table.

   "Nah, not yet.  I got an idea."

   Tammy heard her spit once, and then something hard pressed against her
anus.  She gasped as Steph forced her buttplug slowly up her.  She relaxed
herself as much as she could to accept it, but her inner sphincter burned
at the intrusion.  It used to be her favorite toy, and had often used it in
solo play and with Mark, or the few other partners she'd had since then,
but it had been a while since she picked it up, and her ass was no longer
accustomed to its presence.

   "Stings a bit, don't it?  You ain't bin gettin' any, but we'll fix that.
You ever have a brother in you?  You ever ride a big black dick?  Maybe
I'll call up some of my friends and let 'em get it on with you.  Maybe get
you pregnant.  You'll be mama to a big black baby, won't that be nice?  A
nice lily white thing like you with a chocolate black baby, it'll be the
damnedest thing."

   It was too horrible to think about.  Tammy was sure it could happen;
Steph was capable of anything.  She tried not to listen and just let her
captor's voice fade into a drone.  Steph knew it almost at once.

   A vicious smack on her pussy brought her back.

   "What the fuck did I tell you, bitch?  No wanderin' off!  Not when I'm
goin' through the trouble of playin' with you!  Fine, then!  If you feelin'
bored, we'll just have to escalate things some more." Steph stalked to the
refrigerator and opened the freezer.  She cracked the ice cube tray that
Tammy had filled in the afternoon and plunked a few cubes in a bowl.  She
also grabbed a carton of the Chinese food from the counter and brought them
over.

   "I don't think you're gonna sleep through this," she said.

   Tammy mumbled inarticulate apologies and slurped back the spit that
built up around the bit and drooled down her chin.

   Steph took one of the ice cubes and held it in front of her.  "Guess
where this goes," she said.  Tammy shook her head and begged around the
bit. She wanted to use the safe word that Steph had given her, but that
would only make things worse.

   "What funny sounds you make," said Steph.  She went behind her, and for
a long moment, nothing happened.  Tammy tried to twist around to see what
Steph was doing, but she only hurt herself by trying.

   Suddenly, a long, warm tongue touched her clit and ran up between the
folds of her pussy.  It was delicate and soft and achingly good.  The
sensation took her by such surprise that she yelped and squirmed.  She
might have even had a minor orgasm, but her body was such a mix of feelings
that she couldn't tell.  The tongue came again and again, going faster,
working her clit harder.  Steph's long hands reached around and fondled her
breasts, pinching her nipples.  Tammy started to climax and Steph's touch
disappeared, leaving her to hang at the edge of frantic pleasure and then
fade into disappointment.

   Tammy was left with a curious burning feeling across her vulva.  It
picked up strength and quickly grew painful.  It felt like she was on fire.
Her nipples burned, too.  She moaned and writhed.  Tears streamed from her
eyes; she couldn't understand what was happening.

   Steph stood in front of her again.  She was smiling.  In her hand was
the chewed remains of a red hot pepper taken from the food.

   "I love me some spicy food!  How do you like it, huh?  I could eat these
things all day, but then I like eatin' some pussy, too.  Some people think
they don't go so well together, but I think they taste just fine.  You got
one tasty pussy, girl.  I bet your ass tastes good, too.  Maybe I'll stick
this thing up there and seal it up with the plug.  How's that sound?"

   Tammy could only squirm helplessly against the burning.

   "Oh, it's too hot for you?  That's too bad.  Well, I got some ice cubes.
Maybe they'll cool you off a bit." A searing cold shape brushed over her
throbbing pussy.

   Tammy sobbed.

   ***

   It was 9:50.

   Tammy was naked on the table.  With her legs doubled under her, her
calves and forearms tied together, she lay arched across a fat cushion from
the sofa, legs spread.  A fat vibrator whined in her pussy, and her ass was
stuffed with the plug.  Each of her large breasts were tied around their
bases with thin ropes, so that they were forced to stand erect against
gravity.  They were turning a shade of purple from the stopped blood flow.
Each nipple stood crowned with a clothespin biting into it.  Tammy's bit
had been replaced by the wad of Steph's soiled underwear held in place by a
silk stocking wrapped around her head.  A rope ran taut from her neck
collar down her abdomen and through her crotch to connect to a line between
her ankles.  The rope wrapped around the vibrator, keeping it from slipping
out, and allowing her to move it a bit inside her by pulling back and
forth, which Tammy did almost unconsciously.  Under her legs was puddle of
milk and urine.

   Steph was playing with clothespins, fastening them to different places
around Tammy's body, and then pulling them off sharply.  Each time she did
it, Tammy moaned and squirmed and tugged on the vibrator with the rope at
her neck.  This pulled her closer to orgasm, until she would climax,
shuddering and shaking on the table.  Steph fingered herself, watching, and
sometimes she would slap Tammy on the face or on her aching tits.  Then
they would begin again.

   Somewhere in the course of the evening, something had clicked inside her
mind.  She realized: this wasn't a curse.  This wasn't a punishment.  This
wasn't a bad thing.  This was what she had wanted.  Not to be raped, not to
suffer, but to be shaped and disciplined.  To face her terrible fear and go
through it, and conquer it through pleasure.  And pain.  Steph was very
good at giving her both.

   She wondered how Steph could have known that this was what she had been
looking for, needing, even.  It occurred to her, in the narrow spaces in
her mind that could think through all the stimulation, that perhaps Steph
hadn't known, and that this was all a rape, and that she was rationalizing
it to protect her sanity.  It may be that that was so, but for the moment,
it didn't matter.

   Then they heard the sound of keys at the door and Rochelle came home.

   She walked in the room and put down her bag.  She looked at the scene
before her and said nothing for a long moment.

   Then she said, "Hey, Steph.  Thanks for bringing my stuff.  Whatcha
doin'?"

   Steph said, "Hey, Rosh.  We's just playin' around."

   "I see that," Rochelle said.  "That's quite a scene you've got going."

   "You know, we was waitin' for you and got a little bored.  It's just a
little game to pass the time."

   "Well, I'm here now.  Why don't you let her go?"

   Steph laughed a little in a faltering voice.  "Rosh, this girl you got
here is so fine, and she's been trained some, too.  I was just tryin' her
out, testin' her limits.  You should play with her some.  She gives some
serious head."

   "Steph.  Let her loose.  Come on, now."

   "Don't you wanna try?  You were always so into that shit.  You know."

   Rochelle began to get a little cross.  "I know very well what I'm into
and what I'm not.  Now let her loose, Steph, before I lose my temper.  It's
my first night in my new place, and I just had a long day.  I'm not in the
mood to lose my temper." When Steph didn't move at once, Rochelle said, "Do
it, now," in a voice so commanding that it filled the room without
shouting.

   Steph snapped to follow her command.  One by one the ropes came loose
and the clothespins came off.  The vibrator and buttplug came out, leaving
her with an empty feeling.  It hurt as mush to be set free as it did to be
tied up in the first place.  Steph helped Tammy up and helped her get her
blood flowing and joints moving again with a little brisk massage.  She
gave her a towel, and helped her down from the table.

   Tammy was unsteady on her feet for a while.  All her clothes were in
shreds on the floor.  She started to cry.

   Steph kept looking at her sister.  She said to Tammy, "It's okay, girl.
You just go and take a shower, get yourself cleaned up and I'll have some
new clothes ready when you get out." She led her to the bathroom and helped
her turn on the water.  She left Tammy there to dully wash herself and
stand in the warm spray for ten minutes.

   When she got out, she looked at herself in the half-fogged mirror.  She
examined herself minutely.  Her skin was marked from the ropes and the
collar.  Her lips were chaffed from the bit gag.  Her breasts were puffy
and sore from being tied up, and her vulva was still swollen from the hot
pepper, even after the milk had neutralized the acid.

   She felt exhausted, worn out.  She had lost count of her orgasms, but
they were more and better than any she could remembers since she and Mark
had first started doing discipline.  Tammy was exhausted, yes, but she felt
clean inside.  She was no longer afraid.

   By the door were her pajamas and some fresh underwear.  She put them on
and went out.

   In the living room, Steph knelt on the floor.  Her face was wet with
tears, but she was quiet.  Rochelle sat at the table, which was now clean,
eating Chinese food from a plate with cheap wooden chopsticks.  When Tammy
came in, she finished her mouthful, wiped her lips on a napkin and stood
up. She came over to her and took her hand.

   "Tammy, I am so sorry for what my sister did to you.  I am so sorry, I
don't even have words for it.  I am ashamed and horrified and disgusted by
it.  There is absolutely no excuse that could ever justify this.  I would
kill her if she weren't my sister.  But she is, so I can't do that.  But I
think you should call the police now, and I will offer my testimony on the
things I saw when I came home and what she told me she did." Tears came to
Rochelle's eyes now.  "I come from a hard world, and I've seen things and
done things that I know were wrong.  I've done everything I can to change
that and make amends.  I did everything I could to help my sister, too.  I
don't expect her to be like me, but I never thought she could do the things
that she did to you.  I'm so sorry." She bowed her head low and sobbed
once, then stood tall and looked Tammy in the eye.  "I'm sorry."

   Tammy took her by the shoulders and embraced her.

   "Please," she said, "don't be sorry.  Don't hate your sister, and don't
worry about me.  I know it sounds so odd to say - crazy even - but today
was something that I was waiting for.  I was hoping for it, in a weird
way."

   Both Rochelle and Steph looked at her like she was crazy.  "What in the
world are you talking about?"

   Tammy took a deep breath.  She tried to put into words everything she
had been thinking about and feeling.  She told them about the rape, and
about Mark, and how she had been looking for a way to get past her fear,
the fear that kept her from being who she wanted to be.  She told them
about her experiences over the past few hours, and how she felt now like
she had seen the other side of that fear.  There was a way through it, and
Steph and Rochelle had shown her that way.

   The two of them listened to her.

   When she was finished, Rochelle said, "You're very tired, Tammy.  You
need to sleep.  This has been a hard night for us all.  You should call in
sick tomorrow, and maybe look for a therapist.  And Steph and I have a lot
of things to talk about."

   "I hear you, Rochelle," said Tammy, "and I think you're right.  But I
don't want to be alone.  I don't want you to move out of here.  I want you
to stay.  I want Steph to stay, too, at least part-time.  I know I must
sound crazy, but I'm not.  I want to be your slave.  Your pet.  Your
play-thing.  I want you both to rule me.  Please."

   Rochelle was inscrutable.  Steph was incredulous.

   There was a quiet moment.  Then Steph said, "Tammy, honey, you need to
go to bed.  Now we've both told you, so you better do it."

   Rochelle stared at her sister, but Steph pointed to Tammy's room, and
Tammy smiled.

   "Yes, you're right, I will.  Thank you so much!" She went down on one
knee and kissed Steph's hand.  She turned to face Rochelle.  "May I go to
bed now?"

   Rochelle looked light-headed.  "Yes.  Go now." Tammy tried to take her
hand to kiss.  Rochelle pulled away, but after a moment, she put it back
out for Tammy.  She kissed it.  Then she stood and went to her room and
went straight to bed, leaving the two sisters to puzzle out what they
should do.

   Tammy slept the sleep of infants, deep, absolute and untroubled.

   Maybe this was a terrible mistake.  Maybe she was crazy.  But to Tammy,
it felt like she had made a sure and right decision.  It was up to her
Mistresses to decide whether to keep her or not, but whatever choice they
made, she had made her own.
   The End