Part 3: Not Charlize Theron
Drusilla had a lot of nerve, demanding that Harmony service her bizarre needs. Harm had promptly refused, with a pointed "ew" and the information that Dru didn't own her. That was that, and when Dru slapped the chains into Harm's hands with a brief comment that she did own all the money Harmony had a good mind to chain Dru's bare ass to the wall so tight it pinched, but Dru would have enjoyed that, so Harm left the shackles loose. Leaving the smug brunette hanging there, Harmony stormed off to suit up.
Dru watched the blonde sashay back into the room and immediately had misgivings. From somewhere Harmony had stolen a leather domme outfit that was mostly straps. While her cleft was covered by crisscrossing leather, Harmony's buttocks were left on proud display, as were her breasts, which were shoved up and forward like two mounds of mashed potatoes about to go on the attack. She'd found a bright pink lipstick to adorn both her mouth and nipples.
Dru closed her eyes – she'd had hallucinations milder than this. She called up the image of her tiny, doll-like Grandmum, who'd thrashed Dru's buttocks pink on many a night. Mmmmm, Grandmummy, Dru thought happily. They were both blonde, she thought, maybe if I tried putting Darla's face on Harmony's body? It was better than nothing. Opening her eyes, she prepared her face to smile encouragingly at Harm, only to see it wasn't necessary.
Harmony's back was to Drusilla as she dragged a large torture-device filled chest across the stone floor of the monastery, leaving scuffmarks behind on the ancient stones . . . large scuffmarks. Well, that shouldn't be too much of a problem, Dru considered, I can kill the monks who complain.
Finished with the task, Harmony selected a riding crop and bounced over to Dru, her cheerfully decorated breasts wobbling on their leather perch. Dru was vaguely startled to feel her fangs descend, ready to take little nips out of her vacuous companion's fat, bouncy breasts. Dru licked the fangs, wishing Harmony just a little closer.
Even more blank-faced than usual, Harm began ambling over to Drusilla, absently slapping the crop against her palm. "Let me see what you can do, little girl", Dru cooed. Harmony held out crop but did nothing more. Dru sighed. Spike had always been so quick anticipating her desires, but this creature would obviously need coaching.
Dru ran her face delicately across the crop, and nuzzled Harm's inert hand before lashing sideways to sink her fangs into a full curve of breast, tugging at it roughly as she sucked the other vampire's blood. Slowly, Harm's expression began to clear to its usual level of dimness. "Hey," she said, "Hey! HEY!" She slashed Dru's neck with the crop and, startled by the sudden activity, Drusilla released the juicy globe.
Harm moved away, scowling. "You promised no skin-type touching! Just looking and whip-touching and feeling your disgusting pleasures! Now I've got lipstick on me – girl's lipstick!" Licking her thumb, Harmony tried pointlessly to rub smeared dark red lipstick off her breast.
"This isn't going to work," Harm thought desperately about Drusilla's demands, "I can't do this and if I don't do it Dorkus is going to turn me out to fend for myself and I'm not good at that!" She glanced nervously over at Drusilla, hanging naked in shackles, vamped out and wanting more.
"Maybe if I imagine she's Spike?" Harmony thought hopefully. She'd taken more than a few love bites out of Blondie Bear and that might be considered S/M, but hope died as she eyed Dru. Harmony's powers of imagination didn't extend that far.
If only Dru were Charlize Theron! Harmony wouldn't even have to pretend she were Spike then, she'd always thought Charlize really really cute. Wouldn't help with the whips and chains tho, that was just so . . . ick. "I bet Charlize never had to do sick things for money," Harmony pouted, "unless it was relevant to the plot."
A 20-watt light bulb went on over Harmony's head and miraculously continued flickering instead of sputtering out immediately. She didn't have to pretend Dorkus was Charlize Theron to get through this, she only had to pretend that she was Charlize Theron! An actress could do anything, anything at all, because it wasn't real! Harmony pulled herself up to her full height, smiled with unaccustomed dominance, and walked deliberately back to Drusilla, snapping the crop smartly against her leather boot the whole way.
Many hours later, as Harmony counted out the "good girl" money she'd been given, a well satisfied Drusilla purred in contentment as attentive monks massaged healing ointments into her still wounded flesh. Harmony might not be Darla, but she'd do, she'd do.
Drusilla had a lot of nerve, demanding that Harmony service her bizarre needs. Harm had promptly refused, with a pointed "ew" and the information that Dru didn't own her. That was that, and when Dru slapped the chains into Harm's hands with a brief comment that she did own all the money Harmony had a good mind to chain Dru's bare ass to the wall so tight it pinched, but Dru would have enjoyed that, so Harm left the shackles loose. Leaving the smug brunette hanging there, Harmony stormed off to suit up.
Dru watched the blonde sashay back into the room and immediately had misgivings. From somewhere Harmony had stolen a leather domme outfit that was mostly straps. While her cleft was covered by crisscrossing leather, Harmony's buttocks were left on proud display, as were her breasts, which were shoved up and forward like two mounds of mashed potatoes about to go on the attack. She'd found a bright pink lipstick to adorn both her mouth and nipples.
Dru closed her eyes – she'd had hallucinations milder than this. She called up the image of her tiny, doll-like Grandmum, who'd thrashed Dru's buttocks pink on many a night. Mmmmm, Grandmummy, Dru thought happily. They were both blonde, she thought, maybe if I tried putting Darla's face on Harmony's body? It was better than nothing. Opening her eyes, she prepared her face to smile encouragingly at Harm, only to see it wasn't necessary.
Harmony's back was to Drusilla as she dragged a large torture-device filled chest across the stone floor of the monastery, leaving scuffmarks behind on the ancient stones . . . large scuffmarks. Well, that shouldn't be too much of a problem, Dru considered, I can kill the monks who complain.
Finished with the task, Harmony selected a riding crop and bounced over to Dru, her cheerfully decorated breasts wobbling on their leather perch. Dru was vaguely startled to feel her fangs descend, ready to take little nips out of her vacuous companion's fat, bouncy breasts. Dru licked the fangs, wishing Harmony just a little closer.
Even more blank-faced than usual, Harm began ambling over to Drusilla, absently slapping the crop against her palm. "Let me see what you can do, little girl", Dru cooed. Harmony held out crop but did nothing more. Dru sighed. Spike had always been so quick anticipating her desires, but this creature would obviously need coaching.
Dru ran her face delicately across the crop, and nuzzled Harm's inert hand before lashing sideways to sink her fangs into a full curve of breast, tugging at it roughly as she sucked the other vampire's blood. Slowly, Harm's expression began to clear to its usual level of dimness. "Hey," she said, "Hey! HEY!" She slashed Dru's neck with the crop and, startled by the sudden activity, Drusilla released the juicy globe.
Harm moved away, scowling. "You promised no skin-type touching! Just looking and whip-touching and feeling your disgusting pleasures! Now I've got lipstick on me – girl's lipstick!" Licking her thumb, Harmony tried pointlessly to rub smeared dark red lipstick off her breast.
"This isn't going to work," Harm thought desperately about Drusilla's demands, "I can't do this and if I don't do it Dorkus is going to turn me out to fend for myself and I'm not good at that!" She glanced nervously over at Drusilla, hanging naked in shackles, vamped out and wanting more.
"Maybe if I imagine she's Spike?" Harmony thought hopefully. She'd taken more than a few love bites out of Blondie Bear and that might be considered S/M, but hope died as she eyed Dru. Harmony's powers of imagination didn't extend that far.
If only Dru were Charlize Theron! Harmony wouldn't even have to pretend she were Spike then, she'd always thought Charlize really really cute. Wouldn't help with the whips and chains tho, that was just so . . . ick. "I bet Charlize never had to do sick things for money," Harmony pouted, "unless it was relevant to the plot."
A 20-watt light bulb went on over Harmony's head and miraculously continued flickering instead of sputtering out immediately. She didn't have to pretend Dorkus was Charlize Theron to get through this, she only had to pretend that she was Charlize Theron! An actress could do anything, anything at all, because it wasn't real! Harmony pulled herself up to her full height, smiled with unaccustomed dominance, and walked deliberately back to Drusilla, snapping the crop smartly against her leather boot the whole way.
Many hours later, as Harmony counted out the "good girl" money she'd been given, a well satisfied Drusilla purred in contentment as attentive monks massaged healing ointments into her still wounded flesh. Harmony might not be Darla, but she'd do, she'd do.
