Sixteen
"Its beautiful Mum," Reggie takes the silver necklace out of the box as she looks at it. Her mother had one and now she had an identical one, a gift for her sixteenth birthday. She lets her mother hang it around her neck. It's heavier than she expected but she loves it all the same.
She's looking at it in the mirror when her mother comes to stand behind her putting her hands on Reggie's shoulders. "Time to pack, we're leaving first thing." She kisses Reggie on the cheek and leaves the room. Reggie frowns after her. She knew her parents were having trouble and that her mother spending more and more time in Cainville each year was only making it worse, but they didn't seem to want to fix it. Shaking her head she starts packing. She never takes much and nothing dressy. It was a tiny town, barely a dot on the map but she loved it anyway. And she lusted after what she lived next to there.
Reggie feels herself moisten as she thinks of seeing Mac again. He'd never been far from her mind since he'd shown her how to orgasm last summer. She looks at the phone and thinks of calling him. With the time difference he should still be at home. Before she can second guess herself she picks up the phone her parents had installed for her this year. She still frowns over it, she hadn't asked for it, didn't spend a great deal of time on the phone but her mother had it installed anyway.
The phone rings several times before a breathless voice answers. But it's not Mac's voice.
"H-H-Hello?" It's a guy who sounds kind of soft.
"Oh, hi. Is Mac there?" Reggie doesn't know what to think, Mac never mentioned anyone else moving in with him or anything. She feels a kernel of something sprout inside her, curling her insides uncomfortably.
"N-No, he's away. F-F-For a bit." Reggie lets the voice speak until it's finished it's stuttering sentence.
"Oh, do you know what time he'll be home?" She can call back later.
"Maybe a week he said." No stutter this time, as if the voice was used to her or something.
"Oh, um" Reggie is puzzled, he hadn't mentioned going away when she'd spoken to him a week ago. "Okay then, thanks." She hangs up before the voice can say anything else.
She is in bed later that evening, her fingers brushing over the necklace her mother had given her. It was truly a beautiful piece of work. Her phone line rings and Reggie snatches it up. Only Mac would call this late. "I called earlier." She says as a greeting.
"You didn't say who you were did you pretty girl?" He questions her.
"No, just hung up. Has someone moved in with you?" She is pouting at him not mentioning it.
"No, 's Harley, fucking idiot just keeping an eye on shit for me." Mac inhales and Reggie can tell he's smoking. "Tell me a story pretty girl." He exhales as he speaks and Reggie pictures the cigarette smoke curling around his head like fog.
Swallowing she makes herself comfortable on the bed. Ever since she'd gotten her own phone line Mac had called once or twice a fortnight for her to tell him a story. He always called at night and usually on a night he knew she had the time. She was surprised how careful he was to not disrupt her schoolwork. "I have a new one, if you want to hear it?" She knows he will, he always wants to hear her new stories. But she enjoys their game, the teasing and flirting for him to get it out of her. She knows she would not tease him this way in person.
Reggie closes her eyes as she listens to him take a couple of drags on his cigarette. "Oh pretty girl, you're teasing me aren't you?" More drags. Then, "I want to hear your new story, but only if it's good." Mac says to her. She hears his lighter flick and knows he's lit another cigarette. Then she hears rustling as he moves around getting comfortable. And suddenly Reggie is feeling bold.
"Why don't you tell me a story?" She holds her breath as the rustling ceases on the other end of the phone. She can hear Mac breathing slightly harsher as if he's holding something back. Then a great whoosh of air as if he's releasing something.
"What kind of story?" She can tell by his words he was moving as he spoke, she hears more movement and then stillness. He has settled down.
"Um, tell me about the last time you had sex?" Reggie is breathless with arousal by the time she has finished this question. And it is a question. If Mac said no, Reggie would simply tell him her story. But her stories are all the same even though they take place in different locations. Mac's stories however, would contain another person.
"You want to know how I fuck pretty girl?" Mac's tone is sarcastic.
"Yes." Reggie whispers.
"And why would that be pretty girl?" Reggie knows Mac already knows the answer to this, he's just making her say it because he likes to torture her.
Reggie gathers every bit of courage she has and answers Mac baldly "So I can pretend it's me."
She hears soft laughter though the phone line and a little more background noise followed a sound that never fails to make her lose her breath. Mac is lowering his zipper. He groans down the phone line and then he speaks. "You want to hear about me loving other women, fucking them? So you can think it's you pretty girl?" He groans a little and Reggie knows he's touching himself. She wishes she was touching him.
"Yes." She answers. Her own hand has moved underneath her pyjamas, she is already touching herself as well.
"Hmm, how about I just tell you a story instead, a bad story?" He asks her quietly with a dark thread of humour lacing his voice as it drifts down the phone like smoke.
"A bad story?" Reggie doesn't know what he means by a bad story.
"A story about a woman who is punished by a man." Mac laughs lightly this time and Reggie thinks of a scorpion with its back arched ready to strike. She knows she's missing something but his voice is like velvet in her ear, her fingers are wet and slippery with her own juices and she can hear Mac playing with himself too. She doesn't care if it's a bad story, she wants to hear it, hear him.
"Okay, tell me a bad story." She says.
"Say please pretty girl." Mac orders her.
"Please, Mac please tell me a bad story about a woman being punished by you." There is a pause on the phone and Reggie wonders if she's gone too far by asking him to make up a story where he punishes a woman.
Then, "Oh pretty girl, if only you knew." He laughs quietly again and Reggie's mind flashes on the scorpion striking as he begins to speak.
Mac settles himself a little more on the bed in the motel he's staying at. His hand strokes his cock as he listens to Reggie breathe down the phone line. He knows she's touching herself as well. He'd taught her from the very beginning when he'd started to call her at night to touch herself while she talked to him. She knew he did as well. Her stories always made him come. And she always came telling her stories to him.
But what she'd asked of him tonight? That was a whole other level. When he'd asked her if she wanted a bad story and then she had mentioned the woman being punished by him specifically he'd nearly come then and there. Taking a swallow of beer Mac put the bottle down and took a drag on his smoke. He thought of the last woman he'd taken to his secret cave. And he begins to speak, his voice is calm, dispassionate and matter of fact. Reggie doesn't realise that talking about his last experience is like doing laundry for him, he feels nothing as he recounts what he'd done with his last victim.
"Picked her up in a bar a few counties over, was dropping off a shipment for the old man, fucking cunt. She was pissed at her boyfriend, had an argument with him. Pissed off ones are always the easiest. Didn't leave with her, picked her up a few blocks away so no one would know it was me. Got to think of shit like that when I take someone. Takes the fun out of just fucking grabbing someone and taking them but, don't want to go to jail and leave you alone do I pretty girl? That fuckwit brother of ours might get his claws into you." Mac stops speaking as he takes another drag on his cigarette.
"Fuckwit brother of ours?" He smiles as he hears her question, he'd been wondering what she'd pick up on out of everything he'd said, he'd thrown that in to see if she was still paying attention, and to deflect her.
"Yeah. He's your brother and you belong to me, so that kind of makes him my brother too pretty girl." He hears Reggie huff a little in his ear as she laughs quietly. She doesn't deny his claim of ownership however.
"I guess so, so you took a woman then? To party in your cave? Why don't you leave with them?" She asks the questions one after the other.
Mac lights another cigarette as he ponders what to answer. "I got a special cave pretty girl, only take women who need to be punished there, I don't let anyone know where it is, can't be interrupted when I'm spending time with my women now can I?" Taking a drag he sets the cigarette aside and takes his cock in his hand, sliding his hand up and down the shaft slowly, just teasing himself for the moment.
"When I got her there I had her tied up and on the mattress before she came to, she had a bruise up the side of the head where I knocked her out. I took off her clothes and tied her hands together and then strung them above her head. Then I tied her legs with a bar in between them so she couldn't close them when I got between them later on."
Mac stops speaking with a small frown as he hears Reggie take a harsh indrawn breath. "You like that bit pretty girl? Like to have your legs spread so you can't close them even if you want to? Like you like to be hurt too?" Mac's hand strokes his cock slightly faster now as the image in his mind is replaced with Reggie in his cave tied with her legs spread by a bar for him. He groans himself as the thought of her being tied down for his pleasure and no one else's.
"D-Does it hurt very much, having something between your legs like that, so you can't close them even if you want? Does it hurt bad?" Her voice is hesitant in Mac's ear, something is bothering her.
"Can do I imagine, can't say I've had it done to me, some like it, some don't." None of them like it but she didn't need to know that.
"Would that, would you do that to me?" Mac smiles even as his hand clenches on his cock.
"That something you think you'd like me to do to you pretty girl?" He holds his breath waiting for her answer.
"Yes." It is soft, barely a whisper of sound in his ear but Mac feels like she'd shouted the answer at him.
"Oh pretty girl, you don't know what you're asking." Mac grips himself tightly and ceases stroking himself until his urge to come has passed.
"Yes I do," There is a petulant tone in her voice Mac had not heard before, he frowns over it but she continues on "I hear things about you, I know you don't treat women nice, but you're nice with me, I'm different." It's the first time Reggie has mentioned hearing things about him around town.
Mac is uncertain as he thinks on what she's said. Is she different? And if so how different really? She's his property whether she realises that or not. Mac decides that doesn't make Reggie different, only more his. He decides to test her. She'll be back beside him by the time he gets home anyway. So he starts speaking again.
"When she comes to she doesn't know where she is, I smack her a couple of times to get her to stop screaming, no one would hear it but I can't fucking stand it, gives me a headache." He starts to stroke himself again slowly, replacing the blousy bottle blonde he'd taken with Reggie's visage, tanned, pert, and innocent in deed if not thought or want.
"Then I touch her, where I want, how I want. Her tits, like to bite those, draw blood, scratch them up." He stops speaking with a slight moan as he tries to control himself so he doesn't just come at the thoughts chasing each other like wild dogs in his brain. He has no thought of the woman he'd last taken to the cave beyond thinking of what he'd done so he can describe it to Reggie and make her come. He wants her to come from the violence and havoc he'd caused.
Mac wants to see how much evil is in her, evil shared by him and Devon. If there is any in Reggie, if she is as sick and twisted as he thinks she is, he'll make her come. "Then I burned her some with cigarettes, smells fucking foul but I like to look at the skin as I burn it." He hears a gasp on the phone and what sounds like a sob and he frowns. He waits for her to say something but he hears nothing but her uneven breathing.
"Still with me pretty girl?" He asks as he lights another cigarette deliberately being loud so she'll know he's smoking.
"You," She pauses for several deep breaths, "You like to burn their breasts?" Mac frowns at that question, of all she could ask she asked about where he'd burnt the woman? He has forgotten Reggie's mother and where he'd burnt her six years ago. She was his first in that respect but she has not been his last.
Reggie finds herself breathing hard and fast, her fingers still inside herself as she rolls on her side still clutching the phone to her ear. "Got a problem with that pretty girl?" Mac's voice is soft in her ear, so slow and somehow despite what she has just thought of, it hums in her blood. Her blood. Thoughts try to make their way to her consciousness but she forces them out. No, she was wrong, it wasn't Mac. Mac hadn't done that to her mother. The darkest of all thoughts she presses so far down it will never see the light of day for many years. Mac never spoke to her mother, he didn't. Her mother was just, different. She liked different things, Mac hadn't done that to her mother.
Breathing deeply Reggie straightens herself out on the bed. Her fingers are still inside herself and she moves them slightly getting a shock at how wet she was, wetter than she'd been before Mac stopped talking. Again thoughts try to find their way forward and she shuts them down. She slides her fingers over her clit on an exhale of her breath. "Keep going." She says to Mac as she moans lightly for him. Letting him know without words she was still touching herself.
"Hmm, want me to keep telling you how I punish my women?" Mac exhales cigarette smoke and then stubs the smoke out and grasps his cock again. He didn't know what had happened, but she was back with him now.
"No, I want you to tell me how you fuck them." Reggie answers him, shocking him for once with her bluntness. Then he smiles, she was his girl alright.
"How I fuck pretty girl?" He answers her. "How I push my cock inside them and fuck them into the mattress so hard they bleed for days afterward? How I bite them and bruise them? How I come all over them and don't let them wash me off? How I rip off their clothes and make them stay naked while I have them? Is that what you want to hear pretty girl?" Mac finds his hand moving on his cock in a blur as he hears Reggie's choked gasps over the line, He hears the held breath and the release and the evening out breathing. She has come. His own cock spurts on his thighs even as he thinks she's as fucked in the head as he and her retard brother.
Reggie gets out of the passenger side of the vehicle in front of their house. She stretches as her mother turns off the engine and gets out as well. Their trip from Los Angeles had been uneventful. She and her mother always travelled well, just the two of them. Unlike her dad, Reggie's mother didn't bug her about what she was going to do with her life, where she was going to go to college or what her 'plans' were when she finished high school. At first that hadn't bothered Reggie but the more she thought about it, the more it did bother her.
Because her mother did bother Devon about it. He'd graduated this year and had been accepted into several colleges but hadn't decided which to accept at this stage. But this particular trip had been smooth sailing, boring actually. The older Reggie got the more she felt distanced from her mother.
"Hey Mum, can we go out for dinner tonight, please?" She asked her mother. They rarely went out together when they were here though they did a little back in Los Angles but she wanted to keep that quiet mother daughter thing going if she could. Reggie was feeling as if she was drifting away from her family. Her father was okay but Devon was beginning to bother her a little, the way he always had to stand behind her and breathe down her neck.
And her mother was just kind of, withdrawing. She'd answer Reggie if she spoke to her but she never initiated any conversation anymore. Reggie was feeling left out and bereft. As her mother looks at her, Reggie looks back.
"Okay honey, why not? Let's get unpacked and settled in and have a shower first though." She starts hauling in their bags and Reggie helps. Opening her own windows as well as the rest of the house Reggie inhales and relaxes. She is back. Mac will be back soon too. The thought of seeing him again settles her like nothing else.
After they've settled in and showered and cleaned up Reggie and her mother drive toward town. Reggie is surprised however when they turn off before they get to town. Her mother pulls up in front of a wooden structure with a sign saying Luna Mesa. "This serves food?" Reggie asks as her mother gets out.
"Yes baby, it does. And it's good too. But it's not a place you should visit at night on your own okay?" Her mother stops at looks at her making sure Reggie understands the warning.
"Sure Mum, I won't, no one will ask me out anyway." They walk up the steps together and inside. They head to the bar first where an older guy greets them. Reggie takes no notice of him looking around as she does so. There are few people around this early, the sun is just setting.
He directs them to a table and takes their orders. They eat together with little talk, Reggie sighs as she realises that the distance she feels is continuing. She wants to yell and scream but knows if she does her mother will deny it. She brushes her necklace, the one that is identical to her mother's and suddenly wonders why her mother had even bothered to get her one as well. It never crosses her mind that someone else had given them to her mother and herself.
As they leave Reggie bumps into someone entering. "Sorry." She says automatically as she bounces of a hard chest. Hands steady her at her biceps. They squeeze her before she is pushed away.
"Not a problem pretty girl, anytime." His body brushes hers deliberately as he passes.
Reggie's breath catches. Mac is back.