Author's note:
The following chapter isn't that graphic but it kind of is, I guess. I thought I would warn you. You all rock my socks off and deserve a cookie.
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The blood ran down her arm and onto the bed, staining the white sheets and pillowcases. He looked down at her black 13 Ghosts t-shirt that she cherished so much and smirked wickedly. He moved the bloody blade in his hand to her neck. She stopped breathing for fear that any movement would receive a slit throat. Stu moved his hand to the neckline of her t-shirt causing her to tense up even more then she already was. His wicked grin widened as he pulled the knife downward into the fabric of the shirt. Once the top ripped the rest of the shirt parted, right down the middle.
Her eyes widened in shock as she shook furiously under his weight. She tried to lift her head but with her hands restrained she only could lift up her head an inch or so. She shook her head feverishly and he only looked amused. He faked sympathy as he asked, "What's wrong, Jenna dear?"
She glared as his hands pushed the remains of her shirt off to the sides. He laid the knife down on the bedside table. He lifted his own shirt off over his head, tossing it across the room. She cringed as she stared at the scars she once pitied him for. She closed her eyes and turned her head to the side, tears leaking out. She wasn't crying completely for herself; she cried for her shirt. Her poor shirt that did nothing to no one but look greater then all. Noticing her tears Stu tilted his head back and laughed insanely.
Stu moved down her body up till he sat on her knees. Her knees buckled under his weight as she continued to let silent tears fall. His cold hands slowly placed themselves on both of her legs. Her tears paused as his hands crept up her bare legs, stopping for a moment at the hem of her skirt. Her mind screamed 'NOOOO!!!' as she shook madly. She could just barely move her legs beyond a slight jiggle. She tried forcing the ropes off as she tugged and pulled her arms forward. This action only caused the ropes to tighten around her wrists.
"Stop resisting!" Stu ordered sternly, "Give up!"
Jenna shook her head to say 'Never' as she continued to glare at him. He smiled at her innocently, moving his hands further up her short skirt. She looked up at him pleadingly causing him to pause his hands and inquire, "What? I suppose you would much rather die then sleep with me, right?"
She stared up at him in remorse, remembering the feelings she had for him before, she then pushed her attraction for him aside as she nodded her head to his question. He felt slightly offended but forced an evil smirk and said, "Too bad!"
He prepared to move his hands again but instead pulled them out from under her skirt, making her look relieved. He looked at her tear stained face for a moment then said, "If you scream, I'll kill you!"
He quickly moved a hand to her taped mouth, instantly pulled the tape off her mouth. He discarded it and watched as she glared and muttered, "Owww!"
"You see Jenna, I want to hear what you have to say. What are your opinions?" He asked calmly.
"Your a fucking lunatic! You should drink acid and just all around perish!" She snapped angrily, mustering fake courage and hatred like she had a few minutes before.
He rubbed his chin as he pretended to be thinking hard about something. He made a long 'Hmmmm....' then said, "I respect that! I'm glad you were honest. Good work! If I wasn't going to kill you I would give you a cookie!"
She looked at him, completely unamused. She frowned and said, "Go hire a prostitute! Leave me alone!"
"I would but Sara's busy with Randy," Stu laughed loudly, unable to resist insulting Sara even at a time like this.
"If you kill me Sara and Kayleigh sure as fuck aren't going to let this slide!" Jenna pointed out, anger still in her voice.
"Why do you keep resisting?" Stu asked in frustration as one of his hands traced her stomach absently.
Jenna stared at him to check to see if he was serious. When she realized he was she sighed to herself with uncertainty, refusing to answer him.
Stu rolled his eyes and whined, "Just have sex with me, please?"
Jenna glanced him over in confusion then questioned critically, "What kind of question is that?"
"It wasn't a question!" He answered in a husky deep voice.
She cringed slightly at his tone then asked confusedly, "Why did you say 'please' then?"
"Because I'm nice!" He answered with a false modest shrug.
"BECAUSE YOUR A BASTARD!!!" She yelled without considering the fact that this could be considered a scream. She then added to distract him from her yelling, "Plus, you need to get laid!"
"I do need to get laid! Your right!" Stu nodded. He bent over her face and watched her for a moment.
He kissed her forcefully, easing his tongue into her mouth. As soon as she felt his tongue she impulsively bit down then released. He sprang backward with the taste of blood in his mouth.
"That wasn't very nice, Jenna dear!" He said as calmly as he could. He bent back down over her face and smirked. He then whispered softly, "Don't bite..."
His tone sent chills throughout her bound form, making her shiver beneath him slightly. He pressed his lips against hers softly as his hands touched her, one rubbing her cheek the other moving up her leg. She resisted at first, remembering all the things he had just done to her, but she then thought about all the times she had had the urge to do the exact same thing with him that they were now doing. Thinking of when she didn't hate him and when she was attracted to him she gradually started kissing him back. He was surprised that she wasn't trying to bite his face off so he furthered the kiss by hesitantly easing his tongue in her mouth. More surprise came when he didn't receive another bite. Instead she furthered the kiss, trying to forget the things he had done and make the best out of the situation.
His hand went higher up her leg until it went under her skirt again, she then began to move her legs in protest, moaning against his lips as if to say no. He suddenly broke from their kiss and leaned up, sending her a curious look as he asked, "What's wrong?"
"You'll kill me..." She answered with a sigh, looking off to the side.
He grinned and leaned down and kissed her neck softly. Between a kiss he whispered, "I wont kill you."
He could feel her relax beneath him and turn her head back to face his. He kissed her quickly then asked, "Are you still afraid of me?"
"Not at all," She answered in slight truth. She feared him but believed him when he said he wouldn't kill her.
Glad to hear her words, Stu kissed her happily, starting out tenderly then settling in an aggressive kiss. He wrapped his hands around her thighs firmly. She completely forgot her fear of death as she groaned longingly, grinding against him slightly. He squeezed her thighs more as he grinded back. She felt more and more longing and heard less nagging in her head. Soon she forgot completely about her fear. She nibbled down on his lower lip as his hands moved from her thighs to back up her skirt. He pulled away from their kiss and started kissing and nibbling on her ear as his hands moved as high up her skirt as possible. Suddenly she said, "Untie me."
"Why?" He asked, pulling his hands out in the open.
She smiled devilishly and said, "Just untie me."
"Fine..." He muttered uncertainly as he reached over and grabbed the knife off the nightstand. She eyed the blade nervously as he moved it toward the ropes. With a swift movement the ropes were cut and he put the knife back where he retrieved it.
"Thank you!" She muttered politely as she let the ropes fall and rubbed her wrists. He saw her doing this and took both her wrists up into his. On each wrist he placed a soft kiss. He smiled at her then whispered softly, "A kiss to make things better."
The devilish smile appeared again on her face as she kissed him forcefully. She rolled him over with her body so she was on top and said, "Hold on one second!"
She got off of him and moved toward Stevo's bed where more rope lay. She snatched up the rope and turned back to him and said enthusiastically, "Let's do this Spanish Judges style!"
"What the hell does that mean?" He asked in confusion, eyeing the rope cautiously.
"You'll see soon enough," She said menacingly as she crawled on top of Stu once again. She grinned and said politely, "Now give me your hands, Stu dear."
Slowly he put his hands in front of her and allowed her to tie the rope around his wrists tightly. Then she tied them to the headboard, just as he had done to her. He grinned and said, "I take it someone is into bondage."
"It's a Spanish Judges thing," She shrugged as she touched Stu's scars gently.
He felt like saying something 'hot' or whatever so he stared into her eyes and asked in a husky voice, "What's your favorite scary movie?"
"Porn," Jenna answered instantly, laughing at the tone of his voice.
He blinked at her in confusion then smiled longingly as Jenna unbuttoned the top button of his blue jeans. They didn't look away from one another's' eyes as Jenna slowly unzipped the bronze zipper to his pants. She stood off the bed and stood at the end where his feet just about hung off. She grabbed both the legs on the jeans and started pulling back quickly. Soon she fell backwards to the ground with the jeans in hand. She tossed the jeans aside and stood up. Once Jenna returned to view he began to grow impatient. He glanced down to his navy blue boxers and saw that his 'package' gave away his impatience. He didn't want to wait and he didn't think he had to as he forced his arms forward in attempt to loosen the ropes. He used more force when he felt the ropes' hold on him weaken. Finally the ropes just fell off his wrists and he was free.
"Awww.... No Spanish Judges style?" She pouted slightly.
He didn't say a word as he got off the bed and moved toward her quickly. She wasn't afraid of him in the least as he moved with her until they were pressed up against the cool pale walls. He nibbled on her neck as he tried to find the zipper to her skirt. Unable to find a zipper but continuing to search anyway Stu made Jenna roll her eyes. She quickly lifted her skirt slightly to reveal a pair of short Nightmare Before Christmas boxers with many little Jacks covering it. He looked down at her choice of underwear and grinned. Quickly he moved his hands to the waistband of the boxers and started kissing her forcefully in passion. As she felt his kiss she also felt him pull her boxers down slightly. Only being pulled down they fell to her ankles. She stepped out of her boxers and left them on the floor. She flattened her skirt down for a remote amount of coverage.
She felt him pull down his own boxers and lift her up by her thighs as she wrapped her legs around him. She closed her eyes tightly as she felt him enter her. He continued to kiss her as he thrust into her. She, not knowing where exactly to put her hands wrapped them around his neck. The thrusts began to come quicker and more forceful. Each one caused her to press up further against the wall. He moaned softly into her mouth. It wasn't until Jenna grinded into his thrusts that she let out a very pleased moan.
After trying out many different locations in the room they finally settled on the bed and Jenna was again tied up. She bit down on her lower lip as she felt him thrust into her again. He had his arms underneath her and pressed against her bare back, tracing her spine slightly. He planted soft kisses on one of her shoulders, leading the kisses up to her throat. Both had gotten the hang of it by now and were in sync with each other, grinding and trusting and moaning as if in clockwork. Jenna let out a loud shuddering moan as she tightened her leg's wrap around him. He groaned and gave a thrust of finality as he collapsed to the side, his head planted on Jenna's heaving stomach. They both sighed in satisfaction. After a moment of silence Stu laughed and said, "I love Spanish Judges!"
"How many hours have we been at it?" Jenna asked, trying to look around for a clock but failing thanks to the restraint of the ropes.
He shrugged and answered, "Quite a few..."
"So we probably are destined to die," Jenna stated drearily.
Stu reached over to the little table and grabbed the knife. As he cut her ropes he commented, "I think it was worth it."
"Was it that long of a winter, Mr. Big Knife?" Jenna laughed loudly as her wrists were freed.
He laughed as well then dropped the knife on the pillow between them. Jenna quickly grabbed the knife and pointed it at him threateningly. His eyes widened in surprise as Jenna cut across his stomach swiftly. She tossed the knife to the other side of the room. She relaxed and pulled a sheet over her while muttering, "No one ever touches my t-shirts!"
The following chapter isn't that graphic but it kind of is, I guess. I thought I would warn you. You all rock my socks off and deserve a cookie.
~*~*~*~
The blood ran down her arm and onto the bed, staining the white sheets and pillowcases. He looked down at her black 13 Ghosts t-shirt that she cherished so much and smirked wickedly. He moved the bloody blade in his hand to her neck. She stopped breathing for fear that any movement would receive a slit throat. Stu moved his hand to the neckline of her t-shirt causing her to tense up even more then she already was. His wicked grin widened as he pulled the knife downward into the fabric of the shirt. Once the top ripped the rest of the shirt parted, right down the middle.
Her eyes widened in shock as she shook furiously under his weight. She tried to lift her head but with her hands restrained she only could lift up her head an inch or so. She shook her head feverishly and he only looked amused. He faked sympathy as he asked, "What's wrong, Jenna dear?"
She glared as his hands pushed the remains of her shirt off to the sides. He laid the knife down on the bedside table. He lifted his own shirt off over his head, tossing it across the room. She cringed as she stared at the scars she once pitied him for. She closed her eyes and turned her head to the side, tears leaking out. She wasn't crying completely for herself; she cried for her shirt. Her poor shirt that did nothing to no one but look greater then all. Noticing her tears Stu tilted his head back and laughed insanely.
Stu moved down her body up till he sat on her knees. Her knees buckled under his weight as she continued to let silent tears fall. His cold hands slowly placed themselves on both of her legs. Her tears paused as his hands crept up her bare legs, stopping for a moment at the hem of her skirt. Her mind screamed 'NOOOO!!!' as she shook madly. She could just barely move her legs beyond a slight jiggle. She tried forcing the ropes off as she tugged and pulled her arms forward. This action only caused the ropes to tighten around her wrists.
"Stop resisting!" Stu ordered sternly, "Give up!"
Jenna shook her head to say 'Never' as she continued to glare at him. He smiled at her innocently, moving his hands further up her short skirt. She looked up at him pleadingly causing him to pause his hands and inquire, "What? I suppose you would much rather die then sleep with me, right?"
She stared up at him in remorse, remembering the feelings she had for him before, she then pushed her attraction for him aside as she nodded her head to his question. He felt slightly offended but forced an evil smirk and said, "Too bad!"
He prepared to move his hands again but instead pulled them out from under her skirt, making her look relieved. He looked at her tear stained face for a moment then said, "If you scream, I'll kill you!"
He quickly moved a hand to her taped mouth, instantly pulled the tape off her mouth. He discarded it and watched as she glared and muttered, "Owww!"
"You see Jenna, I want to hear what you have to say. What are your opinions?" He asked calmly.
"Your a fucking lunatic! You should drink acid and just all around perish!" She snapped angrily, mustering fake courage and hatred like she had a few minutes before.
He rubbed his chin as he pretended to be thinking hard about something. He made a long 'Hmmmm....' then said, "I respect that! I'm glad you were honest. Good work! If I wasn't going to kill you I would give you a cookie!"
She looked at him, completely unamused. She frowned and said, "Go hire a prostitute! Leave me alone!"
"I would but Sara's busy with Randy," Stu laughed loudly, unable to resist insulting Sara even at a time like this.
"If you kill me Sara and Kayleigh sure as fuck aren't going to let this slide!" Jenna pointed out, anger still in her voice.
"Why do you keep resisting?" Stu asked in frustration as one of his hands traced her stomach absently.
Jenna stared at him to check to see if he was serious. When she realized he was she sighed to herself with uncertainty, refusing to answer him.
Stu rolled his eyes and whined, "Just have sex with me, please?"
Jenna glanced him over in confusion then questioned critically, "What kind of question is that?"
"It wasn't a question!" He answered in a husky deep voice.
She cringed slightly at his tone then asked confusedly, "Why did you say 'please' then?"
"Because I'm nice!" He answered with a false modest shrug.
"BECAUSE YOUR A BASTARD!!!" She yelled without considering the fact that this could be considered a scream. She then added to distract him from her yelling, "Plus, you need to get laid!"
"I do need to get laid! Your right!" Stu nodded. He bent over her face and watched her for a moment.
He kissed her forcefully, easing his tongue into her mouth. As soon as she felt his tongue she impulsively bit down then released. He sprang backward with the taste of blood in his mouth.
"That wasn't very nice, Jenna dear!" He said as calmly as he could. He bent back down over her face and smirked. He then whispered softly, "Don't bite..."
His tone sent chills throughout her bound form, making her shiver beneath him slightly. He pressed his lips against hers softly as his hands touched her, one rubbing her cheek the other moving up her leg. She resisted at first, remembering all the things he had just done to her, but she then thought about all the times she had had the urge to do the exact same thing with him that they were now doing. Thinking of when she didn't hate him and when she was attracted to him she gradually started kissing him back. He was surprised that she wasn't trying to bite his face off so he furthered the kiss by hesitantly easing his tongue in her mouth. More surprise came when he didn't receive another bite. Instead she furthered the kiss, trying to forget the things he had done and make the best out of the situation.
His hand went higher up her leg until it went under her skirt again, she then began to move her legs in protest, moaning against his lips as if to say no. He suddenly broke from their kiss and leaned up, sending her a curious look as he asked, "What's wrong?"
"You'll kill me..." She answered with a sigh, looking off to the side.
He grinned and leaned down and kissed her neck softly. Between a kiss he whispered, "I wont kill you."
He could feel her relax beneath him and turn her head back to face his. He kissed her quickly then asked, "Are you still afraid of me?"
"Not at all," She answered in slight truth. She feared him but believed him when he said he wouldn't kill her.
Glad to hear her words, Stu kissed her happily, starting out tenderly then settling in an aggressive kiss. He wrapped his hands around her thighs firmly. She completely forgot her fear of death as she groaned longingly, grinding against him slightly. He squeezed her thighs more as he grinded back. She felt more and more longing and heard less nagging in her head. Soon she forgot completely about her fear. She nibbled down on his lower lip as his hands moved from her thighs to back up her skirt. He pulled away from their kiss and started kissing and nibbling on her ear as his hands moved as high up her skirt as possible. Suddenly she said, "Untie me."
"Why?" He asked, pulling his hands out in the open.
She smiled devilishly and said, "Just untie me."
"Fine..." He muttered uncertainly as he reached over and grabbed the knife off the nightstand. She eyed the blade nervously as he moved it toward the ropes. With a swift movement the ropes were cut and he put the knife back where he retrieved it.
"Thank you!" She muttered politely as she let the ropes fall and rubbed her wrists. He saw her doing this and took both her wrists up into his. On each wrist he placed a soft kiss. He smiled at her then whispered softly, "A kiss to make things better."
The devilish smile appeared again on her face as she kissed him forcefully. She rolled him over with her body so she was on top and said, "Hold on one second!"
She got off of him and moved toward Stevo's bed where more rope lay. She snatched up the rope and turned back to him and said enthusiastically, "Let's do this Spanish Judges style!"
"What the hell does that mean?" He asked in confusion, eyeing the rope cautiously.
"You'll see soon enough," She said menacingly as she crawled on top of Stu once again. She grinned and said politely, "Now give me your hands, Stu dear."
Slowly he put his hands in front of her and allowed her to tie the rope around his wrists tightly. Then she tied them to the headboard, just as he had done to her. He grinned and said, "I take it someone is into bondage."
"It's a Spanish Judges thing," She shrugged as she touched Stu's scars gently.
He felt like saying something 'hot' or whatever so he stared into her eyes and asked in a husky voice, "What's your favorite scary movie?"
"Porn," Jenna answered instantly, laughing at the tone of his voice.
He blinked at her in confusion then smiled longingly as Jenna unbuttoned the top button of his blue jeans. They didn't look away from one another's' eyes as Jenna slowly unzipped the bronze zipper to his pants. She stood off the bed and stood at the end where his feet just about hung off. She grabbed both the legs on the jeans and started pulling back quickly. Soon she fell backwards to the ground with the jeans in hand. She tossed the jeans aside and stood up. Once Jenna returned to view he began to grow impatient. He glanced down to his navy blue boxers and saw that his 'package' gave away his impatience. He didn't want to wait and he didn't think he had to as he forced his arms forward in attempt to loosen the ropes. He used more force when he felt the ropes' hold on him weaken. Finally the ropes just fell off his wrists and he was free.
"Awww.... No Spanish Judges style?" She pouted slightly.
He didn't say a word as he got off the bed and moved toward her quickly. She wasn't afraid of him in the least as he moved with her until they were pressed up against the cool pale walls. He nibbled on her neck as he tried to find the zipper to her skirt. Unable to find a zipper but continuing to search anyway Stu made Jenna roll her eyes. She quickly lifted her skirt slightly to reveal a pair of short Nightmare Before Christmas boxers with many little Jacks covering it. He looked down at her choice of underwear and grinned. Quickly he moved his hands to the waistband of the boxers and started kissing her forcefully in passion. As she felt his kiss she also felt him pull her boxers down slightly. Only being pulled down they fell to her ankles. She stepped out of her boxers and left them on the floor. She flattened her skirt down for a remote amount of coverage.
She felt him pull down his own boxers and lift her up by her thighs as she wrapped her legs around him. She closed her eyes tightly as she felt him enter her. He continued to kiss her as he thrust into her. She, not knowing where exactly to put her hands wrapped them around his neck. The thrusts began to come quicker and more forceful. Each one caused her to press up further against the wall. He moaned softly into her mouth. It wasn't until Jenna grinded into his thrusts that she let out a very pleased moan.
After trying out many different locations in the room they finally settled on the bed and Jenna was again tied up. She bit down on her lower lip as she felt him thrust into her again. He had his arms underneath her and pressed against her bare back, tracing her spine slightly. He planted soft kisses on one of her shoulders, leading the kisses up to her throat. Both had gotten the hang of it by now and were in sync with each other, grinding and trusting and moaning as if in clockwork. Jenna let out a loud shuddering moan as she tightened her leg's wrap around him. He groaned and gave a thrust of finality as he collapsed to the side, his head planted on Jenna's heaving stomach. They both sighed in satisfaction. After a moment of silence Stu laughed and said, "I love Spanish Judges!"
"How many hours have we been at it?" Jenna asked, trying to look around for a clock but failing thanks to the restraint of the ropes.
He shrugged and answered, "Quite a few..."
"So we probably are destined to die," Jenna stated drearily.
Stu reached over to the little table and grabbed the knife. As he cut her ropes he commented, "I think it was worth it."
"Was it that long of a winter, Mr. Big Knife?" Jenna laughed loudly as her wrists were freed.
He laughed as well then dropped the knife on the pillow between them. Jenna quickly grabbed the knife and pointed it at him threateningly. His eyes widened in surprise as Jenna cut across his stomach swiftly. She tossed the knife to the other side of the room. She relaxed and pulled a sheet over her while muttering, "No one ever touches my t-shirts!"