Amanda's eyes snapped open in the bright sunlight shining through their cabin window. She was tense, feeling nervous, and it took her a moment to figure out why she'd woken up this way.
Date night. Or...Fuck up Frank Day.
Amanda looked at Jake, still asleep beside her, and smiled, and her body completely relaxed.
To Hell with Frank Morrison thoughts this early. It was Start Hubby's Day with a Bang...Day...Or...Something.
She carefully and gently slid down Jake's body, freed his cock from his shorts, and sucked him until he woke up, disoriented and uncertain briefly about the pleasurable sensations he was feeling. He raised his head to look at her and Amanda smiled naughtily and bobbed her head up and down his cock while he watched her. His eyes cleared of the fog of sleep and he smiled at what she was doing.
Jake laid his head back on his pillow and closed his eyes as she did the things she did so well with her mouth. He loved it when she woke him up this way, and he particularly loved the way she was sliding her tongue around his cockhead as she held him in her mouth.
Primed and ready, he sat up, grabbed her, and pulled her, giggling, to him. He flipped her onto her back as she spread her legs wide and plunged into her soaking depths. She moaned and nibbled the side of his neck as he took her fiercely and she savored the passionate way he pounded her body into the mattress. One orgasmic cry was quickly followed by another, and soon their sweaty bodies were wrapped up in each other as they both savored the remnants of their orgasms.
He held her close, sweating, panting. "Fuck, honey. You are THE world's best alarm clock."
She rolled on her back, contented, and grinned from ear to ear. "Why? Because you can pat my head and put me into snooze...So I can wake you up again the same way?"
"You know, that's not a bad idea." He smiled and patted the top of her head once. "Let's do this again in 10 minutes." He pretended to sleep, and she tickled his side until he flung his legs around and begged for her mercy. A mercy that Amanda eventually granted him. He laid on his side with his left arm splayed on the bed in front of him.
Amanda turned on her right side to state at him, resting her head on the open palm of his hand. Her eyes were dancing with anticipation, as if they were both about to run to the tree on Christmas Day to start opening their presents. "Would it be strange if I told you I can't wait until tonight?" He grinned first at her words and Amanda immediately grinned right along with him.
"Based on everything that's happened, everything you've had to let him do to you, and everything I have had to just sit back and watch...It's not strange at all. I'm looking forward to the endgame and watching you knock his dick to the dirt," Jake replied.
Endgame. Such an interesting word. The day had finally come. She rolled onto her back again, savoring the feeling of the sweat from their coupling drying on her naked body. She let her legs fall open and felt him trickling from her. Suddenly, she was struck by an extremely naughty idea. She reached between her legs, scooping a finger along herself and scraping some of what had leaked from her onto her finger. She turned her head to look at him her eyes dancing in the lust she felt for him, and slipped the finger between her lips and sucked it clean.
"Amanda?" She raised her eyebrows questioningly as she lowered and raised her finger and sucked it clean again. "I don't know why, but that's one of the sexiest things I've ever seen you do."
"Just trying to get some morning protein," she said with a smile as she dipped her finger between her legs again and sucked it clean once more as he watched her. "Maybe you enjoy it so much because when you watch me taste it...You know I can feel your healing energy surging through me..."
It was Jake's turn to tickle her. He tickled her mercilessly and they rolled around in bed, laughing, kissing, and snuggling, and if anyone had seen them in that moment they'd never have guessed that later that night, Amanda would be attempting to kill an arrogant shit ass who cast himself as a cult leader. They both strongly considered another round, but instead they hauled themselves to their feet and washed each other in the hot, steaming water of the shower.
The other survivors noted that the pair were extra sweet and affectionate for the entire day, frequently tickling each other, laughing, and cracking sarcastic jokes. Their happiness was contagious, even Ace cracked a few smiles from seeing the antics of the pair. The Entity left them alone for the entire day. They weren't called to a single trial, and both decided the Entity knew the score. It knew they had a trial for a good deal of marbles ahead of them when the sun went down.
There were no pre-game pep talks from Coach Entity, though neither of them needed it. Amanda was confident in her abilities and she knew no matter what, tonight at the Legion camp, the Entity would be glued to observing this final fight. They spend a couple of hours in the early evening talking about their Earth vacations, and finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the sun finally set and Claudette joined them at the border. Before they crossed over, Amanda said, "Claudette, can I ask you to...Um...turn around for a minute?" Claudette looked vaguely confused, but did so.
Amanda stripped out of her sexy casual clothes and well out of the sightline of the other survivors clustered around the massive, unending fire, stood naked in the moonlight. While Claudette had modestly turned, Jake had not, and he stared at her nude body as she steadily held his gaze for just a moment. Both knew if Claudette hadn't been there that they'd have savored a second round right there in the grass, but there was a job to do first. Amanda closed her eyes, thinking, picturing the outfit she wanted on her body. She felt the Entity's unseen forces dressing her and grew four inches as the heels of the boots she'd imagined lifted the back of her feet off of the ground. She opened her eyes again.
The wardrobe of sassy and sexy Amanda had been replaced by one that showed she was prepared for battle. it was one of her former outfits as the Pig. Amanda had decided if she was going to be the part this one last time, she might as well dress for it. The clothes were entirely black. Leather boots that ended at the top of her ankle. Form-fitting black jeans, and a form-fitting black t-shirt under a black leather motorcycle jacket. The only thing that was missing was the mask. It had been tempting, but she wanted Frank to be able to see her eyes, see her hatred for him, with each slice.
Amanda and Jake shared one more knowing smile before Amanda said, "Okay, Claudette, it's safe."
Claudette turned and her eyes widened at Amanda's attire. She had to admit, Amanda looked like she was ready to kick some major ass, and after knowing what was going on, the ass she was going to kick well-deserved it. She was happy for what Frank's defeat would bring to her blossoming relationship with Joey, and she guiltily admitted that while her suspicions of Frank doing things to Amanda while she was off with Joey had been accurate, she hadn't been doing them to give Claudette her time alone in the woods.
"So what happens after I get Joey to leave?" Claudette looked at her questioningly.
Amanda remained expressionless for the moment. "The Entity has given me permission to kill him, and he'll be removed from the realm. It was not happy at all that Frank gave me unwanted anal that made me bleed."
Claudette was silent for a moment, then nodded.
As they crossed over, Amanda felt the light weight of her blade on suddenly make her right arm slightly heavier. She gave her arm a slight twist, savoring the quiet metallic whoosh as it slid from the metal square from under her sleeve. The blade gleamed in the moonlight, dangerous, and deadly. She retracted the blade, then stared at the diamond ring on her finger. She couldn't wait to dish out the punishment for Frank's defilement of the small, yet strong symbol of the love that bound her and Jake together.
Claudette and Jake walked slightly ahead of her. Had they turned and seen the way her eyebrows were arched and her face was set, they might have been reminded of Jack Nicholson during his axe rampage in the finale of "The Shining."
Here, piggy piggy piggy...SOOOOEEEEY piggy piggy piggy...
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Joey paced at the edge of the camp, feeling nervous. The whole day had felt heavy, like something was on the brink of exploding. A couple hours before nightfall, Joey knew his instincts had been correct. Something was seriously fucking wrong, and he had no idea what it was. Frank was giving quiet orders to Susie and Julie, and the pair were dutifully shoving long torches into the ground, and lighting them as if some sort of ceremony were being prepared for. A ceremony for WHAT? In the center of the torches was a long wooden table, almost like an altar. He kept looking at Frank's self-satisfied expression and it gave him the damn creeps. Then he thought of Claudette and his creeps turned into a nagging fear.
Joey had been in a constant battle between his undying loyalty to Frank and his attraction and feelings for Claudette. Because of Claudette, he questioned Frank's actions and words more and more, but still, Frank was a friend. His mind battled with itself. Had Amanda been there, and had he told her, she would have laughed. The Civil War between the North and the South was still engaging in occasional skirmishes inside her own head. After a few more moments, he'd had enough, and his feelings for Claudette and his concern for her won the battle, at least for the time being, over his loyalty to his leader and close friend. He didn't know what the torches and this altar was for, but he was going to make damn sure he found Claudette and her friend Amanda and gave fair warning that something was waiting. If Amanda wasn't stopped, he couldn't help it, but he could at least make sure Claudette was kept safe. He quickly disappeared into the trees.
If he'd paid closer attention to them, he might have noticed the knowing glances that Julie and Susie shared when they felt Frank wasn't looking. The Entity, their master, had visited them only an hour ago and told them to be ready. Tonight was the night. Amanda would punish Frank for what he had done to them, and done to her. Their shared God had granted his emissary the power to make him pay, and had the Entity's full and complete approval to do so. In fact, it had told them, he would be right here with them, observing. After placing and lighting the final torch, the pair looked at each other, and their lips parted in a sinister smile.
Frank walked a few steps, turned, and grinned. Perfect. He was unable to control the erection in his pants, imagining what was to come. He'd gotten it all planned out in his head, and the plan was just as sick as the rest of him.
After she said the oath he partially created earlier today, he would give her the order to kill her husband. He assumed that she would carry him to the table and once she had finished butchering him, he was going to throw the body to the ground and strip her naked. He was going to lift his queen onto the table, lay her on her back, and smear her body with her husband's blood. And then he was going to make sure the body's eyes were open and prop it up and let it "watch" as he got naked and fucked her right on that bloody table. His orgasm in her would be the final period on her official entry into his Legion. She would be home, and she would be his.
His dick was rock solid imagining the rough sex, the sticky blood smearing on their bodies as they fucked furiously. It was gonna be a glorious fucking night.
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Joey heard the sound of footfalls and snapping branches in the darkness. He whispered urgently, "Claudette? CLAUDETTE?"
"I'm here, Joey. What is it?" He searched the darkness and then he heard a click and saw Claudette lit by a flashlight beam. He hurried over quickly. "Frank's doing something at the camp. I don't know what but it's freaking me out. I definitely don't think we should..."
Amanda's voice spoke, low, dangerous. "No. You shouldn't." Claudette's flashlight beam caught her face, and Joey felt a wave of unease again. He'd gotten used to her somewhat-revealing outfits and sandals. While the light was small, he could see that her clothing was entirely different than what he was used to. She was decked out entirely in black, even wearing a leather jacket, and her face was hard as fucking stone. She knew. She knew he was doing something weird at the camp, and what was more, she'd come prepared for it. How had she known? What the fuck was going on here? Her body was tense, seemingly prepared for a fight. Amanda looked at him and quickly said, "Take Claudette and go. She'll tell you everything. We've got unfinished business."
It was an order. Jake, also lit by the beam, met Joey's eyes and nodded. Joey had no idea what was going on but whatever it was, it was obvious that Amanda and Jake were prepared for it and were going to end it. He battled briefly with his Claudette and his loyalty. But as he looked at Amanda's face one last time, the don't fuck with me expression he saw in her features once again overrode any feelings of loyalty, at least for the time being. He, indeed would not fuck with her. He felt Claudette's hand wrap around his and he let her pull him into the darkness of the trees.
Alone, Amanda pulled Jake to her and wrapped her arms around him in the darkness. She searched for his mouth with her own and pressed her lips to his. He could barely make out her face in the darkness now that Claudette's flashlight was gone. The trees sheltered them heavily from the moonlight. Their lips parted.
"Jake? I just want you to know...I fucking love you."
Jake smiled in the darkness. "I fucking love you more."
A brief pause. "I fucking love you most. This ends tonight. For us, for the Entity, for Claudette, For Joey, and Susie, and Julie, and for the rest of the poor fucking girls in this realm that he'd have tried to fuck with if given even half a chance. Time to give Frank a new asshole."
They walked through the darkness to the light of the fire.
This little Piggy went to Legion...This little Piggy kicked him off his throne...This little Piggy fucked his life up...Regrets the little Piggy had none...This little Piggy sliced his wee wee wee wee wee off...And the Entity sent the garbage home.
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Amanda, and the Entity, had thought of almost everything. She'd anticipated Julie and Susie would need to be turned to her side, and the Entity had made it happen. So much had been perfect, and Amanda had only made one minor oversight that would have been a major kink in the plan...She'd slightly underestimated Joey's loyalty to Frank, and it was easy to have done, with as attached as Joey had grown to Claudette as the weeks had passed.
As Claudette told him what was about to happen, the loyalty had managed to override his feelings for her and the actions he'd been lightly questioning in recent weeks. Finally, he'd been unable to listen anymore, and had shook himself free of her.
"I can't let her do this. Frank is my friend. My best friend probably." Claudette started to speak, to tell him more things to confuse his mind, but he talked over her. "I've known Frank for years. I'm sorry, but I can't believe all of this. She's got to be wrong about him. Maybe not everything, but wrong enough that he doesn't deserve to be killed by her. I'm not going to leave him to die. I won't harm her, but I'm not going to let her kill him."
"Joey...Joey! Listen to me, please!" Joey ignored her, his feelings for Claudette screaming at him, trying to break through the conditioning propelling him towards the camp. In her panic, Claudette blurted out probably the only thing that could have gotten through the mental conditioning Frank had done to him over the years. "HE WANTED TO SCREW UP OUR RELATIONSHIP! HE WANTED TO SCREW *ME*!"
Joey froze. Slowly, he turned her direction. He looked at her. The logical part of his brain, restored by Claudette's affection, once again won out, and was holding the line. "What did you say?"
"He wants Amanda. I mean, he's obsessed with getting her into the camp and making her like a...Sex slave...But he also decided that he wanted to lure me into sex, and use our friendship to help him do it. I don't know if he wanted to keep me there like her, and keep increasing his harem, but even if he brainwashed me into it once...I know it would have damaged us."
"Who told you this?" Joey looked at her.
"Amanda did. But the Entity speaks to Amanda. It's been restoring her abilities to be a killer when she's in the camp. Think Joey, PLEASE think. You know what the Entity is, right?"
Joey nodded. "We're not the best of friends, but it's talked to me sometimes. It doesn't sound human at all. But I can tell it's powerful, and I know it controls the realm."
Claudette nodded. "You're right. It's a God, that's what Amanda tells me. Now think about it. Would the Entity allow her to kill Frank if he wasn't as bad as she says? Would it let her kill another killer if that killer wasn't deserving? I...I know it's hard. But he's not your friend, not really. He's only your friend when you're doing what he wants you to do. Deep down, you know that."
She'd made a strong point that loyalty to Frank couldn't overcome. Joey feared the Entity, and he feared what it would do to him if he interfered with what the Entity had given Amanda permission to do. Besides...
"Susie." Joey looked past Claudette into the darkness. Claudette just looked at him, and he finally made eye contact with her and continued, "Before we came to the realm, and for a year after we came here, roughly...Susie and I were a couple. And then...One day she just ended things and said she was going to be with Frank. And then Frank told me that Susie had seduced him, and that she was bad news, and that he'd done me a favor by revealing what she truly was. And I trusted and believed in him enough that I bought it. And I even bought it through the years as I listened to them doing...Things at night."
He said quickly, "Claudette, I need you to know Susie and I are long over and I don't have any leftover feelings there. I'm all yours...But...It proves what you're saying. I believe that Frank would try to take you, like he took her, because he's done it before. All these damn years I've blindly followed him and he doesn't care at all. He stole a girlfriend from me and has probably been laughing at me every day for continuing to buy all of his bullshit. He's probably relished knowing that until I got over her, that he was making me listen to her have sex with her while I got over her. I...Damnit, Claudette. I'm a complete IDIOT."
Joey slammed himself to the dirt, shaking his head. All those hints he'd seen that had made him question Frank in recent weeks, they were his common sense screaming at him that he'd let Frank make him blind. Claudette sat next to him and put her arm around him.
"You can't think like that," She told him. He's just...Really really good at manipulating people. Amanda...She's good at it too, but she's totally in love with Jake and the life she's made for herself that while it will always be a part of her, she'd never use it the way Frank does. But she's been used by many "Franks" in her life. None anywhere near as bad as him, but that type of guy. When he started working on her, she knew what he was doing and just played into it...And now we're here."
"But killing him? I mean he's an asshole but is that why?"
Claudette shook her head. "Tonight, his plan was to initiate her into Legion. That's probably what all those things were for. He was going to have her kill Jake, even though you know death doesn't really matter here...And that was her act of devotion. But, see...That's way beyond what Frank is allowed to do here. He can't just manipulate people into joining Legion, and simply appoint them as killers, only the Entity can do that. He broke one of the cardinal rules here, plus..."
She sighed, and was nervous. "If I tell you this you can't ever let her know." Joey nodded. "She's been...Letting him...You know...To sell that she's completely enamored with him. And last week, while they were...He held her down and was...It was anal and it was really rough. He made her bleed. She said she doesn't think he was doing it intentionally, but he didn't ask, and she couldn't stop him or get away. He's just...A predator. And I'm sure there are concerns that if he's willing to break the rules like this, he'll keep seeing how far he can push the limit. And if Amanda isn't enough for him, if he had designs to go after me, then even after he used me it wouldn't be enough. He'd keep manipulating everyone who came to the camp after us. And if he'd made us think like you do, Amanda and I might have been fooled by him enough to help him do it. I only know about the Entity what Amanda tells me but I know that it has rules, and it keeps the realm just so. And Frank violated that, and he's kind of violated her. So tonight, he's gone."
Joey was thoughtful. He also only barely knew the Entity, but he knew the trials had a particular, unchanging format for both sides. Frank fucked up, and now he was being held accountable. Now that his mind was thinking again, he realized that after he was gone, he wouldn't miss him. He was poison, and he was glad that someone had the cure to make the poison disappear.
"I hope her skills as a killer are good," Joey said thoughtfully.
Claudette looked at him. "He's skilled with a knife, and we have some speed skills. I hope she's as fast as he is, or gets the drop on him since he's not expecting what's about to go down. Still, with the Entity's on her side, I'm not worried...Much."
Claudette shared the sentiment as they sat in the darkness and waited, unable to do anything, until it was all over. Of course she'd seen Amanda's abilities as the Pig, but this was different. She wasn't fighting unarmed survivors, she was fighting another killer with a deadly blade, similar to her own.
Still, Claudette wasn't worried...Much.
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As the pair stepped into the light, Frank felt a rush of excitement. The sexy outfits that had made his dick swell like iron had been replaced by an outfit meant for a true killer. She'd embraced his teachings, and he could see she was fully prepared to ascend to her throne as his sex goddess. His killer queen.
But, as it happened, Frank missed the first clue that MIGHT have tipped Amanda's hand early. She was literally dressed to kill, but her long hair, parted on the side and draping past her shoulders, was still the dark brown that almost looked black as her coat in the firelight. It was not the bright shade of the blonde that Frank had requested last week. He'd strongly suggested she change it, a suggestion she'd clearly ignored entirely. But in Frank's excitement, he completely missed it.
Amanda looked at him blankly, and Frank could see that already, she was awaiting his command. Her asshole husband was looking around in confusion, and Frank noted with a smile that his eyes were fearful.
"What the Hell is all this?" Jake took a few steps towards him and tried to come off as intimidating, but failed. "Amanda? What the Hell did you bring me here for? Hello!? Earth to Amanda!"
"Jake, Jake, Jake," Frank said, smiling. "You should have taken care of your wife more. We've had a lot of time these past few weeks. I've helped her learn, and grow, and awakened that thing in her that you tried to bury so you could turn her into your trophy wife. Tonight, I'm taking her from you. She's ascending to her rightful place in Legion. She's going to be my killer queen."
Jake, enraged, found some balls and advanced towards him. "What the FUCK are you talking about?" He spun and looked back at Amanda. "Hey! Amanda! What the fuck is he talking about?!" When she remained a statue, he turned back to Frank.
Frank strolled over and stood in front of him. "Don't worry buddy, I'm sure after, you'll wake up like none of this happened. But this time, she won't be waiting for you in bed. She'll be in mine." He spoke softly, so only Jake could hear. "I love that she's completely tanned, and I love the way she totally shaves her pussy."
Jake's face twisted into confusion. "You've seen her...Naked? Bullshit. I don't know how you know, but..."
Frank grinned wide and said in a low voice that only Jake could hear. "I've fucked her, Jake. I've fucked your pretty wife and pumped her full of my load more than once and she was the best fuck I ever had. I convinced her that you weren't good enough for her and she believed me and gave me her body. While you've been playing king in your cabin, I've been giving her the best sex of her life and then sending her back to you in anticipation of this moment. Time to die, Jake. Killing you will sever her from your camp completely. I own her now. She's mine." He leaned in closer and said, "But I'm generous. I promise I'll tell you everything I do to her in bed every time we're in a trial."
Frank leaned back as Jake stood in confusion and horror. He muttered, "No...no...no...There's no goddamned way...She's done with that...I MADE her be done with that. I gave her access to the things she wanted. I got her to love me."
"Money doesn't buy happiness, friend. Though it's obvious you kept her in dough. She's got a nice ring by the way, I can tell you got that somewhere fancy and spent a lot of dough on it. I'm feeling generous, so once we're all done, I'll make sure she takes it off and throws it towards the border as far as she can. Maybe, if you resurrect after being killed outside of a trial, you can find it and keep it as a memento...But don't come farther than that. If you come back here, I'll make sure she butchers you every fucking time you show your face here, like she's going to do right now."
Jake's eyes were terrified. "What are you going to do to me?"
Frank grinned darkly and spoke loudly so Amanda could hear. "First...She's going to put you on this table." Frank then lowered his voice once again so only Jake could hear him. After she pledges an oath, she's going to kill you. I'm going to strip her naked and smear your blood alllllll over her, and then I'm going to fuck her right on that table where she killed you. But I'm still feeling generous. I'll make sure your eyes are open and prop you up so your dead eyes can stare at us as I fuck her silly. I have so many kinky fantasies, Jake, and I'm going to enjoy every one of them with your dumb wife's perfect little body."
Jake, in character of course, still managed to feel nauseated that the son of a bitch was so sick that he came up with that idea for a sex game. This...Thing...Wasn't human.
Frank snapped his fingers. "Bring him!"
Amanda rushed forward and grabbed him, making Jake let out a cry of complete terror. While she was 5'3" and maybe weighted 115 pounds soaking wet, she lifted her heavier, six-foot-tall husband as though he weighed nothing before slamming him onto the table on his back. The force knocked a startled cry from Jake which was actually real, though he was faking the look in his eyes that regarded Amanda like she was possessed. She kept him pinned to the table, holding him down with her left hand on Jake's throat while keeping her right arm raised in anticipation of triggering her blade.
Frank moved over and stood beside her as she glowered down into Jake's terrified face. "Amanda. Do you swear to follow my every command, no matter what?"
"Yes," Amanda replied, her voice full of malice. Her cold eyes did not stop staring into Jake's own terrified ones. His lips were moving as he mouthed the word 'Please.'
"Do you swear to honor the legacy of Legion and kill for me without question?"
Amanda said again, "Yes." Staring at him. Barely blinking. Frank's heart was beating at the pure callousness and murder he saw in her eyes, even only seeing her face from the side.
"Will you always slaughter with everything you have to honor the name that strikes fear into the hearts of every survivor? The name of Legion?"
"Yes," Amanda said.
Frank was trying to come up with something else official for her to say as she "swore" her oath to Legion, and was coming up empty. He decided it was enough. He had some hot, blooding fucking to do. He was definitely going to fuck her asshole again. Frank said, "Prepare yourself."
Amanda flicked her right arm, and Frank felt a surge in his dick as the long, shiny, steel blade of her knife appeared from under her right sleeve. "End him."
And Amanda raised her arm, and Frank smiled in anticipation of the blade slicing through his throat. Jake let out a strangled cry...And just as quickly as she'd grabbed Jake, Frank felt Amanda's hand around his own throat, and the sensation of being lifted off of his feet. He was carried against his will, so surprised he didn't even move, until his back slammed into the outside wall of the front of his cabin. Amanda's arm stabbed viciously forward and the long blade sliced through his skin and penetrated into the wall, pinning him to the wood through his shoulder. For a moment he just stood there, completely astonished. His feet were pressed to the ground firmly enough to prevent him from hanging from the blade by his full body weight. His stunned mind finally formed a thought. He could be stabbed? Then another thought: WHAT THE FUCK WAS THE BITCH DOING STABBING HIM?
Amanda's eyes, which had been blankly glowering with murderous rage at Jake only a moment before, were completely focused as they stared into Frank's own. Bemusement and contempt radiated through them. Amanda said, "After careful consideration, I'm responding to your generous offer with a hearty NO FUCKING WAY. Sorry, you know how we emotional bitches can be fickle." She twisted the knife in his shoulder, but kept the weight on it to keep it stabbed into the wood. "Besides, your fucking pillows smell like a sweaty asshole and if I could only choose between putting my blade or your pencil dick in my pussy, I'd choose the blade."
Frank fought through the pain to collect himself. He obviously didn't have the total control he expected, but he knew he had a lot of it. The sudden shock of actually being ordered to kill her husband must have snapped her out of Frank's effortless manipulation of her a little bit. He just needed to get her back on track. And then he was doing to whip her with a belt once he had her naked, to punish her for what she'd done to his shoulder. He'd make sure he used the buckle, too. "Amanda...Think of...The power. You know you want it. I don't know why you're acting like this after all we've shared...But we can forget all about it. You know I...Love you...You know I've awakened things in you that..."
She twisted the blade again. "Cut the fucking bullshit. The only thing you've awakened in me is the ability to produce bile to choke back down my throat, when I haven't eaten anything for at least a year. I haven't believed a single fucking word you said since the second you started flapping your fucking gums. You aren't capable of loving any other thing other than yourself, your superiority complex, and the sound of your own fucking voice. You were so fucking arrogant...You swallowed everything I told you, hook, line, and sinker. I made you believe you were the king of manipulators, but in this case, the queen of manipulators reigns supreme."
Despite all his years at the top of the realm food chain, despite all the superiority he felt at Ormond, Frank felt the confidence he'd built up in himself rapidly waning. This had never happened before. No one had ever shown anything but reverence when he spoke. They certainly never had the fucking stones to insult him like this bitch was doing. He struggled against what his eyes and Amanda's words were telling him. No...FUCKING...Way this BITCH could have snowed him. He'd watched her. He'd SEEN her eat up every word he'd said to her. She'd believed him. She'd SHOWN him. He'd owned her. He'd controlled her. She was HIS.
This was...A glitch in the Matrix, nothing more. He just needed to say the right words to get his fucking Winter Soldier back in check. But the cunt kept flapping her gums, and it was making it harder and harder to deny what his eyes were telling him, and what her words were saying to him.
"I knew what you were doing the minute you started. You're not the only one who knows how to manipulate. I learned from a serial killer. I used my skills against the fucking police while you were honing them on getting into girls panties." Amanda stuck her face right in his, and was unable to keep the malicious grin from her lips. "I've seen your type a hundred times...FUCKED over every single person you ever come in contact with, didn't you, Frankie?"
Frank's eyes were in motion, wide, staring at everything but Amanda's face as she belittled him and ripped him apart. She had to. Not even her blade could hurt him more than what she was doing now. She knew it that first night, and she still knew it now.
"You're good, but..." She twisted the knife in his shoulder again, making him scream in pain. "I'm better...I was better from the start. You made it so fucking EASY, Frank. I played into every single one of your manipulations with my own words while in my mind, I was disgusted, revolted, and sickened by even the sight of you. Everything I told you...The broken wife, the abusive hubby. the lack of self-confidence, was pure and complete bullshit. Every trick you pulled I played into every time, while believing the exact opposite. Everything lie you said I pretended to believe. I even got Jake to join in the act. Jake hasn't lifted a hand to me once. Hasn't ever stood me in a corner. I fucking love him, and he fucking loves me. And you damn well know his dick is bigger and he's a master at using it. You're not even at the level of amateur hour."
She pulled the blade from his shoulder before quickly stabbing it into him again, and Frank let out a fresh wail of pain. "You believed over time that you had gotten me to play your game...But you've been playing my game from the very start...And you've always been losing. Hell, the first second you decided to fuck with me, you lost. I have been relishing this moment for weeks. Taking you for a ride all the way to the very end, only to completely shatter everything I made you believe at the very last second. I love to fuck...I even love chocolate, but seeing your face as you realize you've lost, and watching you squirm in fear is better than both of them, combined."
Amanda backhanded his face and the diamond in her ring made a small cut in his cheek that started bleeding. She got into his face again and her eyes were on fire with her anger. "That's for fucking with my wedding ring. That's for touching it with your dirty hands...That's for even fucking SUGGESTING you could get me to take it off my fucking finger, you stupid, vile piece of motherfucking dog shit."
Frank's mind was on the verge of collapse...She really hadn't been under his influence at all. He could now see that clearly. Before her, no one had been able to resist his manipulations. Joey hadn't, Julie hadn't, Susie hadn't...The fucking town of ORMOND hadn't. It was impossible to fathom that this tiny little chick had been able to beat him when so many other stronger people hadn't. No. He wouldn't believe it. He didn't know where this sudden resistance to his charms had come from, but she'd done one thing that proved to him that, at least for a while, he'd duped her, no matter how much she told him she'd been against him the whole time.
"You...You fucked me. Twice. You loved it...I heard you. There's no way you would have done that if you weren't..."
And then Amanda had done something that left him speechless. She threw back her head and laughed. "Only because Jake let me do it to sell the illusion I was putty in your hands," she told him. "You know what I did both times I went home? I stood under the shower and douched myself over and over to wash every trace of your disgusting spunk out of me. If I'd had bleach, I might have used it." She leaned in close and his brief feeling of confidence waned.
Amanda out every ounce of venom she was feeling in the string of words she spat at him to make him hurt. "Your dick isn't that great, and the sex fucking sucked. I never felt a tingle. Not that it matters, because we both know that every sex partner for you is just a hole to get off in. But even though you know that, you still had to make yourself believe you were great. I've been with a lot of men, and you were the worst who has ever fucked me. I gave it up for drug money, and both times I was with you were STILL the worst fucks of my life. Pretending I enjoyed it was the toughest acting I job I had to pull off during this entire fucking thing. Every noise I faked. And after I went home and douched myself, I got into bed with Jake and he gave me what I needed. He gave me the sex I truly loved. He made me moan, he made me scream, and god how he made me cum, over and over. I even gamed you that first time in your bed. Remember the condoms? That was purely to let you know how small your fucking dick is and how superior Jake is to you. You never even realized it." She mocked his voice, "I...Don't think it will fit." She laughed, "You were right, your dick was too fucking small."
Frank felt his brain hurting as everything finished collapsing. She'd beaten him. How the fuck had she beaten him? It was his game, he was the master of it. But now he realized that they were never playing his game at all. They were playing hers. And she'd beaten him. He'd not for a single second believed he was not in entire control, and it was only because she'd let him believe it.
Amanda stabbed him once more with her words. "Jake also made love to me before I came here both of the times I swallowed my bile and hid my disgust and suffered while you got your rocks off. Both times, you got sloppy seconds. Even then I was so disgusted by you that my pussy ended up as dry as the Sahara."
Frank's mind snapped. Sociopath to Psycho. Bitch. You fucking bitch you fucking spiteful bitch oh I can't fucking believe you you miserable fucking cunt how dare you make me sloppy seconds how dare you ruin my fucking life how dare you fuck up my power I'm LEGION how dare you fucking disrespect me and call my dick small you fucking cunt bitch fucking druggie trash fuck you fuck you bitch.
In his psychosis, he realized he wasn't entirely beaten yet. While SHE had beaten him, the other girls hadn't. They were waiting for his command. He'd made them believe he loved them. It would show how much she'd beaten him if he called for help, but if it got this bitch off him long enough to kill her, he could try to repair the remnants of his shattered ego as her dead body bled on the ground.
"Susie! Julie! Get this cunt off me. She never meant a thing. She's unworthy of my energy. She's unworthy of LEGION. She LIES. She wants to DESTROY us. We'll show her what LEGION is made of. We'll kill her and her asshole husband together!" Between the three of them, Frank knew they could handle her. He'd cut her to pieces for the damage she'd done while her husband helplessly watched. Then they'd butcher the fucker right next to Amanda's cooling corpse. He'd cut them both into such tiny little pieces they'd never be able to heal.
"I'm just fine right here. You can handle your killer queen all by yourself, you lying piece of shit." Julie said.
"Maybe you should ask her if she wants one of her five times a day fucks. Maybe she's just tense because she's not able to walk around the camp with her tits hanging out for you. I'm sure after the second fuck she'll be putty in your hands, Frank." Susie added.
"Guess the "energy" isn't able to make up for the fact that you're a lousy fucking lay. You couldn't make us cum with someone else's dick." Julie spat her words with venom.
And the fight left Frank. His eyes widened and the color drained from his face as his body began to fill with a completely foreign sensation. Julie and Susie stood on opposite sides of Jake, their faces a mix of disgust for him, and relish at Amanda having him at her mercy. He finally made one last, desperate attempt to free himself and escape into the woods and weakly grabbed for his knife but even as he put his hand in his pocket he knew it would be empty. He'd left it in his cabin. He'd thought he was in control, and wouldn't need it at all tonight. The only stabbing he'd planned to do was with his dick in this miserable, lying, fucking bitch's cunt and asshole. His body went limp and the foreign sensation filled him completely. Defeated. This miserable fucking bitch had sold him a perfect bill of goods and had not only taken everything from him, but left him completely broken. His image as a God of Legion was in burning tatters, and even if he lived, he'd no longer have their manipulated respect. Joey had not appeared at all, so obviously she'd gotten to him too.
As his mind kept collapsing, Frank tried to comprehend Julie and Susie's bile. Somehow, Frank didn't know how, they knew what he thought about them as clearly as if he'd told them himself. His carefully-built cult of lies and manipulations had crumbled. They were not going to help him. They were going to let this bitch do whatever she wanted to him and watch with glee. Joey was probably fucking Claudette in the woods as he gleefully thought about Frank getting his ass handed to him by this MISERABLE FUCKING BITCH CUNT. He was no longer the leader of Legion, and they clearly no longer wanted anything to do with him. He was alone. And for the first time in his 19 human and however many realm years, Frank did something he'd never expected to do, and the action finished his mind off completely. He admitted defeat, and said numbly, "Okay. You win...What do you want?"
Amanda's face in his own was hard and dangerous. "Since that first night, in addition to wanting to own me and fuck me, you've wanted me to be a killer. In this realm, I am. A survivor can't hurt you. A killer can." She gave her knife another twist as he cried out in pain. "You've tried to twist me and twist me to your will. You weren't successful at all, but it happened anyway. You wanted me to be a killer. Congratulations, I'm a killer. And tonight, I'm going to kill you. My last surprise for you Frank. It's why the killers all have their own realms. A killer can kill another killer. It's never been done before. We're going to make history."
Amanda squeezed his face hard in her free hand. "And you know who's allowing me to do it? The real God. The God of this realm. The creator of worlds. The one you affectionately referred to as less than that. I won't even speak the insulting title you gave it. It is far more than that. It's saved my life three times. It's given me everything, and it's given me its permission to take everything from you, including your life. It's even going to allow me to keep whatever pieces of your body I want to cut off of you. It's name is the Entity. I'm going to make sure you remember that. What I do to you isn't just for my own benefit. It's the Entity's revenge for your complete and total lack of respect for a God."
Frank's eyes darted back and forth in his head in terror. She meant it. There wasn't a hint of hesitation in her voice. She was not only going to do it, she was going to love it. She WAS going to keep pieces of him, and this thing...This Entity...Was going to let her do everything she wanted to prolong his pain. She kept staring at him until his eyes finally stopped moving and stared into hers.
Her lips broke into a smile and her eyes were almost insanely wild. The pure glee made his blood cold. "You broke Susie. You broke Julie. But you were just soooo fucking greedy. You thought you broke me, you wanted to break Claudette. How many more would you have broken, Frank? How many more lives would you have fucked up to get your rocks off?"
Frank made no reply. Amanda's eyes remained wildly homicidal, but also thoughtful "So the all powerful Frank knows he's up shit creek without a paddle and now wants to know what I want. I bet this is the first time in your miserable existence you've ever actually asked someone what they want. Only took the threat of death to make you do it. Hmm...What do I want? Well I've already told you a part of it. I want to hurt you, and kill you, and I will. I also want you to understand what a fucking asshole you've been for manipulating people like you did, and comprehend how much you've fucked up the lives of everyone around you for your own gain, but I know that ain't happenin'. So you know what I want instead?"
She leaned in and put her mouth close to his ear. "I want your fucking dick on a necklace. And you know what? It's small enough to be the perfect fucking charm."
The threat over his dick, and the knowledge that she meant it just as much as every other threat she'd made to him brought one last surge of adrenaline through Frank's limp body. He lashed out in complete terror as Amanda's hand raised, pointed downwards, to slash his crotch. The wild frenzy of his legs finally got lucky, and his leg connected between her legs with a sharp blow to her cunt. It was just enough to get her to stagger back and the knife pulled out of his shoulder, releasing him. He stumbled into his cabin clutching his bleeding shoulder, his left arm on fire. The door slammed behind him. Knife...He had to get his knife. his brain was broken and he was fueled purely by instinct. If he didn't kill her, she was going to kill him...Even with his mind broken and numb, he didn't like his chances.
As the door slammed behind Frank, Amanda's teeth bared in her rage and she swung the bloody blade screamed in frustration at Frank even having an extra second out of her murderous grasp. As the pain quickly faded and she regained her footing, she became calm and cunning once more. Okay, so she WAS actually attempting to cut his dick off...But how big of an asshole did you need to be to kick a woman in the pussy? Give up your dick and bleed like a man, you weak little piece of shit.
Susie and Julie made a move towards her but she waved them off. "No. He's mine. Get Jake out of here, now." It wasn't lost on her that Frank might try to get a hold of Jake to use for some sort of desperate leverage, and even if his death meant he would simply resurrect in the realm, she didn't want to give Frank the satisfaction. Besides...Then Jake would miss the show. She wanted him there. She wanted him to be able to watch her destroy the piece of shit that thought he had the stones to even try to fuck up their marriage, and if he had to run all the way back here from their cabin, he might be late for the Amanda show. She fucking loved him, and she would show him by butchering the man that believed he could take her from him.
Against his protests, Julie and Susie, with their boosted strength from being killers, easily carried him into their cabin and shut the door. Amanda couldn't help but smile that the three "sisters" were now unified in Frank's total destruction.
Amanda turned towards Frank's closed cabin door. Despite the tension of the situation, she cursed herself for wasting her time talking when she should have been cutting. Out of nowhere, her mind filled with the image of a scene from "The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly." It had been one of her father, John Kramer's, favorite films. A scene with Eli...Wallace? Watson? WALLACH...In the bathtub. He'd shot his would-be assassin and dropped that iconic line: "When you have to shoot, shoot. Don't talk." She'd shot alright. She'd shot her mouth off too long and now she would have to adapt to a fight where both her and her prey were armed. But still, she knew she'd win.
After all, she'd once been John's apprentice.
The Entity's voice filled her head, because of course it was there, and of course it had been watching. "I will cripple him for you so you can..."
Amanda shook her head. "No. Thank you but no. My skills against his. It's fair, and I know how you love things to be fair. I'll beat him. I know I'll beat him. Because I won't settle for anything less. I want to fuck him up even more by knowing before I kill him that he was beaten by a woman in an evenly-matched fight."
There was a silence. It spoke once more. "Good luck."
She found herself fueled with adrenaline. Castration was what he deserved, but losing to a girl, a short, dainty girl, would be even more of a blow to the remains of his shattered ego. She knew it. She walked up the single step, took the handle of Frank's door in her hand, turned it, and tossed it open, looking into the blackness of the room.