A/N: A giant, sloppy, loving thank you to b_b_b_bennie (my friend on LiveJournal) for helping me with ideas and completely inspiring me! Without her, I'd still be stuck on this chapter, so if you like the story, please be sure to thank her as well! :D

Tegan's P.O.V.

New Zealand is stormy and cold when we arrive there in the late evening, and according to the weather forecasts, it's going to stay that way for the majority of our time here. Though I wish the weather wasn't so bleak, It's a relief to get out of the blazing and unforgiving heat.

As we check into the hotel, I feel fine- not a hint of jet-lag. But I know Sara and I won't feel the effects until tomorrow. Johnny and Ted aren't so lucky. We all help them to their rooms and onto their beds, both of their bodies already starting to slump in exhaustion.

As soon as I'm safely inside my large room, I collapse backwards on the bed and stare at the ceiling, feeling slightly alone in the silence. I can't figure out if I'm craving Lindsey's or Sara's presence beside me, and confusion starts to cloud my mind, keeping me from a desperately needed nap. Just as I'm remembering Sara's shockingly gentle kiss the night before, brushing my fingers softly over my lips as if I could call it back from the past, my cell starts to go off in my back pocket, sending muffled vibrations into the mattress beneath me.

"Hello?" I answer groggily. brushing the hair out of my forehead with a clumsy palm.

"Hey, babe. It's Lindsey."

"What's up?"

"I think I figured out a way to get back at Sara for humiliating us." I give an inward sigh, but don't dare let her hear. I was hoping that we could just put this all behind us, but I should have known that Lindsey would seek revenge against Sara for putting her into such a vulnerable position.

"Couldn't we just forget about it?"

"I can't. I can't just let her get away with what she did to us."

"I don't want to be involved." I say timidly. I know that whatever Lindsey is planning, it will only complicate the situation and bring her one step closer to finding out about Sara and I's past relationship and in the process, uncover my infidelity to her. If you could even call what Sara and I had a relationship. A couple of days ago, I didn't even consider it close to a functioning, loving one, but now I'm not so sure. I'm not sure about what could have been.

"Just hear me out. Please, baby.."

"Fine." I sigh, staring out of the window near the bed at the falling rain and cloudy skies.

"First- do you think you can get Sara to come with you to Vancouver?"

"Yes." I answer too quickly. "I mean... I probably could. Maybe."

"Good. Because I just got off the phone with Emy, and you're never going to guess what I got out of her..."

Sara's head rests heavily on my shoulder, the armrest between our seats lifted up. The flight attendant glides by on air, inquiring softly if I would like a blanket. I nod gratefully and look down at my slumbering sister for the thousandth time. Even in sleep she looks blissful. And why shouldn't she? She thinks she's getting another chance. She thinks everything's going to be fine, because I asked her to come back to Vancouver with me- to the apartment she knows so well. It kills me that she'll be met with a vendetta hungry Lindsey instead of an empty bed for us to fall into. But a part of me wants to get back at her just as much as my girlfriend. The small, irrational, insecure side of me would love nothing more than to see Sara go through exactly what Lindsey and I had been subjected to.

I know Sara, and I know she never saved copies of the incriminating photos on her computer. I could see the hurt behind her anger, I could see the falter in her voice when she had lied to us about the pictures to maintain the upper hand. And I still played along with her little game. I could have called her out- demand that she tell the truth. But I just couldn't do it... as much as I don't want to remember, I wanted Sara so badly it hurt. I missed her softness- a trait that had all but disappeared after she'd left my dinner table for the last time.

Sara's shoulders brush against mine as we tote our luggage up the steep, wooden staircase leading to my apartment. After a tour, I always have a hard time ascending the steps for a few weeks before I can resume my rigorous workout regiment. As I fumble with the key in the door, I run through Lindsey's plan in my head one last time, wondering if I should warn Sara about the trouble to come.

I finally get the door open, and Lindsey's words cycle through my brain, illuminating every step in front of me.

"First, take her inside and let her get relaxed. Don't take her straight to the bedroom."

I'm disgustingly obedient, offering Sara a seat on my large couch while I pour her some wine. When I get back with the glasses, my face flushes as I continue to remember my girlfriends nerve wracking instructions.

"Wind her up, and make sure she's drinking. Massage her neck, maybe kiss her-"

"What?" I'd cried in alarm, my voice rising to defensive heights.

"It's obvious she's attracted to you. Make her think you are too."

"That's... that's just plain cruel."

"Yeah. But, so is Sara."

I instruct Sara to sit at the foot of the couch as I switch on some soft music. I slip off her shirt, meeting no protest and gently massage her shoulders and upper back, moving her bra straps to the side so I can rub away the soreness there. Sara quickly finishes her glass of wine, and I pour her another with slightly shaking hands, hearing her reaction to my fingers slowly kneading her sore neck becoming less and less tactful with every sip. When she lets out a soft moan and leans into my touch, I bring her up to sit on my lap, diving into the kiss as my hands roam over her nearly bare back and shoulders. The wine seems to have erased any of Sara's inhibitions as she kisses me relentlessly and starts to grind her hips into mine and palm my breast through my shirt, her small moans and sighs soon becoming eclipsed by my own.

Sara tears off my shirt, her lips on my neck as she starts to push me onto my back. Through the fog shrouding my brain, I remember we've got to get into the bedroom before things progress any further.

"Don't let her take things too far. Don't let her take advantage of you. I know how she can be, but if she forces herself on you while I'm not there, I swear to god I will kill that bitch."

"Mmph, Sara- not here. Bedroom..." I choke out, nervousness and excitement coursing through my veins.

"You're right" she agrees, suddenly serious. "We're going to need the whole bed for what I'm planning on doing to you." I shiver as she gets up and takes my hand, heading for the hallway that leads to my bedroom. I stop her before we can reach the conspicuously closed door, picking her up by the thighs and pinning her against the wall, kissing her with all my might as tears start to fall down my flushed cheeks. I break away from her lips and roughly push my hips into hers once before peering up into her hooded eyes intensely, craving one moment of sincerity before the metaphorical shit hits the fan.

"I love you. No matter what, ok?" I whisper. I don't want to be overheard. Sara nods, smiling as she mouths the words back to me, leaning down for another kiss. After another couple of minutes, my arms start to tremble and I'm forced to let Sara fall to the floor. I don't have to lead, to prod or to beg... she walks to my bedroom, trailing me behind by the hand. I can't watch, I can't look as Lindsey presses the cloth to Sara's face, and as she slumps down into my girlfriend's waiting arms.

I walk into my bedroom, locking the door behind me, and bracing myself for the events to come, trying to let the vindictive side of me eclipse the powerful remorse that I hate so much.

Sara's P.O.V.

I wake up, my eyelids feeling heavy, my limbs feeling even heavier. I soon realize I'm in a bed, and it's pitch black, but I can't move my arms. At first I panic, thinking I've been paralyzed, but then, as I try to move around, I find my arms are bound to the bed frame above my head, my ankles tied to the posts at the end of the bed. I try not to panic... whatever situation I'm in, freaking out won't help. But theres something extremely familiar, that I can't put my finger on.

It's so dark- why haven't my eyes adjusted yet? I move the muscles of my face, making sure they all work, and I feel a familiar fabric covering my eyes and the top of my nose. A blindfold. There's a slight breeze in the room, so a fan must be running. I can feel the air brushing intimately against my bare skin. Wait... bare skin? Why aren't I wearing any clothes?

Where the hell am I?

I clench my eyes shut, even though I can't see anything anyways, trying hard to concentrate on the last thing I can remember. Walking up a steep flight of stairs, carting heavy luggage behind me and brushing shoulders with my sister. On the couch, with Tegan rubbing my shoulders, then kissing her, trying to prove how much I loved her. Trying to make up for all the pain I'd caused her. But I could still see it in her eyes- feel it behind her kisses. And that's the last thing I can recall.

The last time I was in this situation... well it wasn't exactly involuntary. I shiver slightly as I remember waking up with Emy looming over my restrained body, waiting to dominate me, to hurt me in exactly the way I'd begged her to hurt me.

My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the door opening, and footsteps padding against carpet. The door closes, and I hear the lock turning. Wanting to keep the slight advantage over my captor or captors, I slowly and subtly let my body slump, pretending to still be unconscious. A warm hand pinches my cheek out of nowhere, and I let it fall slack.

"She's still out." Tegan's voice sounds worried and hushed, but I can tell she's talking to someone. Who could it be- Emy? She's the only one who could've told her about my secret kink.

"Jesus, it's been over half an hour." Lindsey's voice, sounding short and impatient. I should have known.

"Emy said she woke up around this time... maybe you gave her too much?"

"Don't question me. I'm in charge tonight." A slight pause, and I feel a pair of eyes wash over my exposed form. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap, baby. I'm just so into the role."

"I know." Tegan's voice sounds so soft, so vulnerable. Another shiver runs through my body, and I know they've seen it.

"I think she's coming to. Are you ready? I love you." the sound of lips coming together.

"I'm ready." My sister's voice is more sure than before, as if she's determined to go through with whatever Lindsey's coerced her into. Figuring it's time to face my fate I reason that it will either be incredibly enjoyable, or extremely embarrassing. Opening my mouth, I pretend to start to struggle against my bonds, and force out one scratchy, unsure word;

"Hello?"

Lindsey's P.O.V.

"Hello, Sasa." I purr into Sara's ear, lifting up the blindfold covering it so she can feel the full effect of my lips on her skin. "Nice of you to join us."

"What the hell are you doing here? Where's Tegan?" I almost laugh out loud at the frantic tone of panic I hear voice as I straddle Sara's bound body, letting my eyes glide over her vulnerable form. I throw a glance back at Tegan, who's looking exposed and nervous, covering her bare chest, even though Sara can't see a thing. How ironic that we even managed to use her own blindfold against her. A thoughtful touch in my opinion.

"She's here. We're both so excited to pay you back for what you did to us." I feel my mouth curl into a victorious sneer as I lean down to press my lips against Sara's. But she senses me coming and moves her head so I graze her flushed cheek instead. Growling, I slap her across the face and use her moment of shock to grasp her head between my hands, finally smashing my lips against hers, forcing my tongue into her mouth. I let a hand grasp roughly at her breast, feeling her hard nipple straining up against my palm. Despite her constant struggling, the barely concealed moan vibrating from her mouth into mine indicates exactly what she wants. I reach a hand down, and move it smoothly up and down the silicone shaft harnessed between my thighs. Bringing my hips down slightly, I let Sara feel the cold hardness against her thigh, another smirk threatening to surface at the sound of her shocked gasp.

I remove my hand from my strap on, moving my digits instead between Sara's thighs, finding the wetness starting to pool there. Sara throws her head to the side, her lip trembling, and her eyebrows knitted together to tightly. I can tell she's on the verge of crying.

"Are you getting this Tegan?" I throw over my shoulder, rolling my body to the side, and exposing Sara's soaking wet curls to her sister, who looks away, hand covering her mouth.

"Lindsey, sto-"

"Shut up." I snarl, and roll back into place, covering Sara's body. I bring my lips to her ear "Are you gonna cry, huh? Can't take a bit of your own medicine, you little pussy? Go ahead... do it." Sara shakes her head, the movement almost imperceptible. But I catch it, and rear back in anger, slapping her hard across her face again, making sure the long nails of my left hand graze her already stinging red cheek.

"Tegan!" I bark, removing myself from Sara's body and standing next to the bed with my back to the securely locked bedroom door. "Get on your hands and knees." Tegan complies, though I can see a moment of reluctance play across her movements before she crawls on the bed, suspended on her hands with her ass in the air, laying face to face with Sara. I grunt in disapproval. "No, no. With your back to the door." She looks confused, but quickly reorients over her sister's bound body with her hands on one side of her sister's waist, and her knees on the other.

My palms run over Tegan's smooth, bare ass and full hips. Sara looks confused and stiff, her lack of sight most likely making her senses severely disoriented. Not out of pity, but out of a sudden desire for cruel exhibitionism, I lean around Tegan's body, yanking Sara's blindfold up in one swift motion. Her eyes blink furiously against the brightness of the light suspended from the creaking ceiling fan before they adjust and focus on the scene above her. Tegan seems determined to pretend her sister isn't there, which definitely defeats my purpose. I want Sara to get the full effect of the humiliation she inflicted on me.

I capture a handful of Tegan's hair in my hands, pulling her head back, and turning it, forcing her to look Sara in the eye. The younger twin closes her eyes, turning as much away from Tegan's gaze as she can. "Open your eyes, cunt." I growl, a fleeting feeling of delicious power coming over me as Sara obeys, looking Tegan pleadingly in the eyes. I release Tegan's hair from my grip, watching it drop forward limply. She's weak. But I'm strong. She's going to let me have my way, and I'm going to take advantage of that. She's going to lose this fight, but I'm going to come out on top. Whatever it takes.

Tegan's P.O.V.

I hate myself for letting this happen. I hate myself for allowing myself get turned on when Lindsey was teasing Sara a few minutes before, and for the wetness that's accumulating even faster as her hands run possessively over my ass. I hate that Sara can see everything; my arms trembling from holding my weight up above her, my breasts hanging and swaying awkwardly whenever I move, my body shivering and reacting to Lindsey's touch against my will. But as Lindsey's hips thrust up, forcing the strap on to completely fill my throbbing, dripping core, the sharpness of the violent pleasure takes over every other thought.

Her hands grasp my hips as her own thrust up relentlessly, shoving her cock inside me, filling me completely. Raspy moans escape my mouth as I find myself rocking back into her thrusts, desperate for even more pressure.

Weak from desire, I collapse on my elbows, my stomach lying on top of Sara's warm abdomen with my ass still presented to the rough and hurried thrusting. My pleasure mounts and mounts, but the mental image of Lindsey's hate filled features glaring down at me fill me with disgust, keeping me from coming.

"Lindsey, please... your fingers." I gasp through clenched teeth, quickly becoming extremely over-stimulated. Lindsey, sensing my desperation, complies, rubbing her palm hard against my swollen, throbbing clit with the same rhythm that her hips are asserting. "Yeesss!" I scream, and in that moment, I find myself imagining it's Sara's hand against my wetness, that it's her hips grinding forcefully and practically pummeling me from behind. That's all it takes for me to come. Hard. My walls contract around Lindsey's dick, and my entire body convulses as I collapse completely onto the body below me, the rest of my senses are completely driven out. All I can do is feel. All I can feel is the pleasure.

Until I come down, panting and exhausted.

Sara's P.O.V.

I'm dying. Watching Tegan's reaction to Lindsey's aggressive rhythm has made me so wet I can feel my cum dripping down my thighs and onto the sheets below me. Tegan's sweaty body on top of mine, panting hard, is definitely not helping. I try my best to squirm, to move my hips up, to do anything to alleviate the desperation. Finally, as I hear Lindsey pull out of Tegan, I give in, letting out a gruff, pleading moan, clenching my eyes shut and arching up against my bonds.

"Ooh... looks like little Sasa wants a turn." Lindsey coos, gently nudging Tegan to the side where she curls against my body as to not fall off the bed. I try to scoot to the side to accommodate her, but I can't move over more than a few inches. Lindsey straddles me again, her sweaty thighs slightly clinging to mine.

Lindsey's right hand teases along the insides of my thighs, her left resting on my ribcage just below my breasts. I close my eyes and wait for the inevitable. But it doesn't come. Instead, I feel the blindfold being hastily brought back down in front of my eyes, and Lindsey's cock rubbing faintly against my clit, her hips rocking slowly in time with perfect restraint and control.

"Mmphh" I grunt, desperate for release. In both ways. My arms are starting to grow tired from being tied in an unnatural position above my head, and every nerve in my body is crying out to be touched.

"You want me to fuck you, Sara?" Lindsey's voice above me. At the sharp and unforgiving sound, Tegan's hand digs into the skin on my shoulder, making me flinch slightly. I nod my head furiously, my mouth open with a loud gasp as Lindsey presses her dick against me harder. "You're a fucking slut. Tell me... tell me you're a-"

"I'm slut. Lindsey, please..." I whimper, on the verge of tears again. The words fall flat and meaningless, but Lindsey seems satisfied enough, because in the next moment, she's slamming up inside of me, nearly lifting my hips off of the bed. The pain is almost as welcome as the acute, blinding pleasure. I can't move to reciprocate her violent thrusting, and my body soon becomes overwhelmed- I've got to act or I'm going to explode. My mouth is open wide with hoarse moans, my head is being thrown back and forth by a seemingly invisible force, and my body is arching up as much as possible.

Above me, Lindsey is getting more and more vocal.

"Bitch... whore... slut... c-cunt..." she snarls with every labored thrust. I can almost picture it- her eyes fluttering with the barely repressed ecstasy, her muscles tensing in anticipation of the explosion to come. "Fuck... yes- fuucck!" Lindsey screams, stilling deep inside of me as she comes, her ragged breath suddenly sounding extremely loud in the absence of her shouts.

"No... no, please" I beg as Lindsey starts to pull out, my muscles clenching in protest, my entire body shuddering as if in withdrawal from a powerful drug. My wetness seems to have multiplied, and the throbbing is downright painful. I try to clench my thighs around Lindsey's body, but it's no use... I'm completely unable to move my widespread legs enough to make any difference. Suddenly, two of Lindsey's fingers are inserted deep inside of me, curling up, but becoming completely immobile. I can't even feel the physical pain from her roughness anymore. Who could be this cruel and remorseless?

Pathetic little pleas for mercy trickle from my mouth like vomit as Lindsey's fingers withdraw from inside me- I don't even know what I'm saying anymore. All I can comprehend is what my body is screaming- Now, now now...

Tegan's P.O.V.

I know what Lindsey's planning to do as I watch her rub her strap on all through Sara's wetness. Sara's nearly sobbing in desperation now, but I know she's too stubborn to show any tears. She wouldn't want to give Lindsey the satisfaction.

Before this moment, I felt powerless and small, but I know I've got to stop what's going to happen next. I lay a hand on Lindsey's arm, just as she's brought a single, glistening finger up to where it was never meant to be received. Lindsey jerks her head to my touch, looking through my with a clouded gaze, as if she's in a dream.

"Lindsey, no. You've done enough... it's time to stop." my voice is gentle, but my eyes bear into hers fiercely, indicating that she's long surpassed the boundary of revenge, and passed over into plain cruelty.

In her state of desperation, Sara may think she wants whatever Lindsey has to offer, but later I know she'd be in a terrible state. Whenever her and I'd had sex over the years, she'd always been very uptight about anal sex, outright refusing to try it for reasons she seemed unable to explain to me. Knowing this, I don't think I could bear to see what's supposed to build trust completely forced on her. Especially by Lindsey. Even if Sara suddenly has a real change of heart, these circumstances are the opposite of what she needs... of what she deserves.

I know that deep down, underneath all of this power hungry playacting, Lindsey really cares about Sara. Even if only because I do.

"Don't tell me what to do! I'll stop when I fucking feel like it..." I guess I was wrong.

Sara's P.O.V.

I don't know why Tegan told Lindsey to stop- can't she see I'm going to pass out if I don't get some relief soon? To my surprise, Lindsey completely ignores her, and I feel an index finger probing and poking me, making my entire body tense up, and my mouth open wide in surprise and acute discomfort that almost makes me forget my burning need for release.

"Shh.. relax. Please, Sara. I-I don't want you to get hurt." Tegan's lips find my ear, brushing the thin fabric of the blindfold with her gentle, murmured words. The mere reminder of her presence is reassuring, and I try to let my body slacken completely. A yelp escapes me as another damp finger is shoved inside the tight, foreign entrance.

"Try to relax just a little more Sara..." Tegan moves down my neck, smoothing across my collar bone, prickling with a light sheen of sweat. The gesture alone relaxes me, and the discomfort starts to slowly fade, replaced by a slowly smoldering pleasure, and the desire for... more.

I cry out, my voice rough and nearly spent as it hangs in the air. Tegan seems to flinch in surprise beside me, but she continues to offer her soothing touch, and a third finger is rammed inside, Lindsey daring deeper and deeper until she completely pulls out, leaving me feeling empty and even more helpless.

I almost feel the first tear fall. I almost let it slip out of my eyes, down my cheeks under the blindfold and out into the open, signifying my complete and utter defeat. Until a foreign hardness starts to slowly work inside, tearing a groan from my raw throat.

"Yeah... oohh yess..." I groan again, as Lindsey starts to get bolder and more aggressive, moving in and out with some difficulty. I'm so close to coming, but I just can't reach it. The dull, slowly building feeling isn't enough to get me what I need. "Lindsey... more... please, more!" I whimper. I feel her left hand flash across my face once again, but it's fainter than the last two blows. I know she'll give me what I need.

Lindsey's left hand flattens against my swollen. pulsing clit, rubbing hard as she throws her hips into her thrusting.

"Oh my... ohh, yes! Unngghh... YESS!" I feel myself scream as the orgasm I'd been seeking flashes through my body with an intensity I've never felt before. The pleasure waxes and wanes rhythmically as it crashes over me in awe-striking waves. I almost can't bear it, it's so overwhelming. But soon it's gone, and I feel Lindsey's body peeling off of mine, and a pair of hands untying me.

My limbs scream sorely in protest as I curl into a fetal position, my muscles relaxing slightly after being stretched out for so long. I feel the bed go flat as it resigns the weight of another body and I know I'm alone in Tegan's bed when sleep overtakes me.

Lindsey's P.O.V.

"Don't you feel bad? Don 't you feel any fucking remorse?" Tegan's voice is sharp as she stands in front of the T.V., blocking the moving colors and dramatic movements of an old Indiana Jones movie. I subtly try to increase the volume with the remote, but she's blocking the receiver.

"Jesus, Tegan who's side are you on?" I mutter in frustration.

"I don't know anymore. I don't know how to see you after what just happened."

"What? You agreed to this!" My eyes fly wide in disbelief, my arms crossing over my chest defensively.

"I know. I'm not denying that. But you took things way too far."

"I didn't. You can't tell me you didn't feel any satisfaction seeing Sara defeated... finally down to the level she forced us down to."

"At first. But what you did was... it was nearly torture. I didn't know you could be so cruel."

"I didn't know you would side with your sister who forced herself on you." my voice is rising, my eyes narrow as I glare up at an avid Tegan.

"You don't know the fucking half of it, Lindsey. And you never will because you're selfish, and cruel, and- and-"

"And what!"

"And not someone I want to be with! Not someone I want in my apartment or my life!" my mouth gapes open in shock. I'd anticipated anger, blaming, and tears, but never this.

"What are you saying, baby?" one last try at sincerity.

"Don't call me baby. Get your luggage and get out. I don't care where you go or where you stay. Just get out, and don't come back, or I swear on my life I will call the police on you." I get up and stride into the bedroom, throwing hateful looks at Sara's sleeping form curled on the bed as I extract my heavy suitcase from the closet. The weight of the clothes I'd planned on unpacking for the last time weighing my arms down as I haul it as noisily as possible to the front door. Anger pulses through me as Tegan dogs me out of the door, practically pushing me out.

"Tegan, please. Think about this!"

"There's nothing to think about. How else am I supposed to treat people who fuck with the people I love?" she slams the door in my face.

Sara's P.O.V.

Five weeks later

I left Tegan's apartment as soon as I had enjoyed a lonely, tearful shower. I wondered if I should call the police, or tell someone, or do something, but the idea sent a powerful stab of humiliation through my gut every time it cycled through my frantic brain. Lindsey did her job well. Tegan didn't even try to talk to me.

She didn't want to give me another chance. She let her girlfriend violate both of us, but It all started with my own twisted actions. It all started with a couple of photographs, a little bit of jealousy and a slightly more hearty dose of self hatred. I don't blame Tegan. I've known her my whole life, and I know that things play out in her head much different than in reality. And I know Lindsey threatened or coerced her somehow.

But now communication is impossible. I can't even write songs or get any work done, let alone call up Tegan and demand an apology, or apologize myself. I want to take it all back. All the times I left when I should have stayed, all the kisses and loving touches I should have reciprocated, all the phone calls I never returned out of fear and sadness. I want to rush back into her life and clean up the broken plate and spilled dinner, and make her let me stay. If I could go back, I know I wouldn't have wasted my final chance.

The pounding on my door scares me out of my wits. It's four in the fucking morning. I shuffle to the door, pulling a blanket around me as I shuffle through my drafty house to answer the insistent knocker.

"Tegan-" I mutter in shock, taking in my sister's bedraggled appearance and the stuffed duffel bags at her feet.

"Sara... before you say anything. Here-" She extends her hand and I take the slip of shiny white paper.

"Tegan R Quin. To Montreal International. One way." I read out loud, the words floating out into the forbidden silence of the sleeping hallway. I close the paper in my fist, look up, and smile for the first time in five weeks.