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"Butternut!" The one word brought this session to a quick end. The moments that followed would normally be one's filled with either confusion or concern, but this time, the silence was filled with rage.
Tori stood there, dressed in black leather dominatrix outfit, almost let her fingers slip from the flogger she was holding. Her body heaved with the strained breaths as she took in air, exhaustion evident from her recent activities. Sweat dripped down her forehead, anther sign of the work she'd been putting in. Her eyes shifted to the Flogger in her hand, the supposedly safe whip, used just for this kind of play, searching for any wet spots that might confirm her suspicions. Then her gaze shifted back to the brunet hanging from the X she was chained to, legs no longer holding her body weight. "Jade?"
The girl's back was red, welts forming all over the semi-exposed expanse of skin. The half light made it hard to tell, but there was the chance there would be scars, as enough blunt trauma would explode the welts, causing her to bleed. Her breathing was more strained, like it hurt for her to take in each breath, one of the few signs that she might be conscious. Several moments passed as the goth gathered what little strength she had, her thin, almost transparent vest not having given her anything close to protection, save for preventing too much of the blunt force trauma from cutting up her back. But the pain was real enough.
"Why'd you stop?" Jade groaned.
"Cause I'm done." The singer replied. "This, it's over. I… I only agreed cause I though you were into this kind of shit. Only, and it took me far too long to figure this out, but you're not a masochist, cause they enjoy the pain. No, you hurt, and revel in the hurt, cause it what? Makes you feel like less of a monster?" She let that question hang, but had no interest in the answer, at least not yet. "Either way, I'm done. This…" She dropped the flogger. "This isn't working for me any more…"
"So you're just gonna break up with me?" The hurt in the blue eyed girls voice was hard to hear, given the damage she'd already sustained. Still, to Tori's ears, it was very real.
"No, I'm just done hurting the person I love, just because they feel they deserve the pain." Tori told her. "This whole dungeon, I'm done with it. I.. I'm gonna do a remodel, get rid of the whole room. Maybe turn it into a meditation room, someplace where we can find inner peace." Her hands had busied themselves undoing the restraints holding Jade in place. "No, from now on, when we get intimate, we do things I wanna do."
Jade fell from the cross, her legs still far from strong enough to hold her weight. The body slammed to the ground, drawing a yelp of pain as wounds were struck yet again. Only her head was protected, Tori not quite angry enough to let her possibly receive a major injury while too hurt to even lift her head to protect it. "Stay." The singer ordered, leaving the nearly naked girl laying on the cold floor as she walked out.
Jade had no idea how long she was left laying on the cold, concrete floor, her body aching from far too many wounds, but the cold didn't offer relief as much as numbed what little strength she had left. Pain addled thoughts tried to sort out what had just happened. 'She's not breaking up with me, but she stopped…' It never made sense to her, how people could love, and then not deliberately inflict hurt after hurt on her. It was the price a monster like her paid in order to be loved.
Even Beck hurt her, often deliberately, because he knew how insecure she was, and never once tied to discourage the flirting from the legions of girls who fancied him. That night, back at Karaoke Dokie, when Hayley had hit on him, he hadn't so much discouraged her as let Jade do the fighting for them. It was Cat who told her he had a girlfriend, not Beck, cause that would have been rude. No, Beck was very good at seeming to be helpless when girls tried to hit on him, all the while enjoying the attention. It led to Jade always feeling even worse about her relationship, since the boy always managed to somehow encourage them. Then again, his never so much as saying one word against such fawning was probably more then enough encouragement to the girls.
Jade wondered, briefly, if Tori was just gonna leave her there, on the floor, until she found the strength to stand up and go. Only problem was, the cold and hurt had sacked the energy from her, enough so that getting up was well beyond her abilities. 'Oh well, I guess I'll die. I wonder, will she miss me…?'
The goth was only vaguely aware that she was being lifted, slammed into the wheelchair, until her mind was able to focus enough on the sudden warmth of the blanket that was wrapped around her. Strong arms held her in place, wheeling her to the stairs, and the next problem, how she'd get upstairs.
Seconds later, Jade was heaved up again, giving her a clear view of the person carrying her up the stairs. 'She called Trina?' The blue eyed girl wondered, even as the older girl heaved her up the three flights of stairs to her bedroom.
Tori walked up to the bedroom, the largish room Jade had claimed for herself when they moved in together. "Trina, can you maybe come over? I need some help. Turns out that I finally realized, you were right. If I don't fight for what I want, I'm just gonna wind up feeling empty and used."
"So you leaving her?" Trina sounded less then thrilled. "I mean, sure, she's a five star bitch, and probably hurting you behind the scenes, but she makes decent money. You both do."
"I'm still with her, so your use of the guest house is secured." Tori said. "And while it's true, she's been hurting me, it's not the way you expected. I thought Jade was a sadist, then I thought she was a masochist, cause she likes being hurt. Turns out, she's just damaged, and that's not ever gonna lead to good. So, she's downstairs, in the dungeon, and yea, we have one." Tori was striding up the stairs, one at a time. "Hurry up, cause the floors cement, and bound to be uncomfortable. Only, Jade is kinda banged up from the flogging I gave her, and I realized, she wasn't enjoying it at all."
"Man, do I have too?" Trina asked, but Tori knew her self centered sister was in motion.
'Jade's gonna make you a power player in this town, so it's in your best interest we stay together.' Tori thought, but didn't vocalize that thought. "You wanna be a success in entertainment, you come rescue her. I need to get changed."
It was less the two minutes later when she head Trina enter through the kitchen. 'Her third favorite room. Man, how much do we spend supporting her? Never mind, I have to remember what Jade told me, Trina has her uses, and is worth more then what we spend. Hell, she bought the lot next door just to have a home for Trina, cause having her close is gonna be so worth it.' The smile faltered. 'Hard to think Jade came up with that plan, but it works. Jade has a strong right hand with an idea of what people like, and soon I won't have to worry about people assuming she's mooching off me.' She strode across the bedroom, towards her dresser. 'Time to get all sexy.'
Trina had barely placed her would be sister in law on the massage table, set up so as to make the next part easier, when she heard the shower start. "Stop struggling. I need to take care of those wounds, or I'll never hear the end of it." The older girl said, still upset she had to be dragged into the middle of what she now knew was a power struggle between the two strong women.
Jade, for her part, had contemplated just falling unconscious, except there was something almost comfortable about being swaddled in a blanket and carried. 'Man, how desperate was I for being mothers?' The goth wondered, even as the blanket, vest, and everything else she'd been wearing was removed long enough for Trina to apply some kind of ointment to her back and body. Next, loose dressing was applied to those wounds, more to keep the ointment on then cover any bleeding, but still a precaution Trina felt needed to be taken, wrapping the buxom girl's torso like a mummy. Finally, after the basic first aid was done, Tori approached, now clean and dressed in her night clothes, and looked the damaged girl over.
"So, she ready?" Tori asked her sister.
"You so owe me." Trina replied.
"Go to the wine cellar." The singer instructed. "It's next to the dungeon. Take whatever two bottles you want."
"Nah, you have lousy taste in wine." Trina countered. "How about I get access to your old dresses. Has to be a few things I would want to be seen in."
"I don't get to keep the awards dresses." Tori reminded her sister.
"But she does." Trina pointed to the wrapped girl. "And dark tones look good on me."
"Knock yourself out." The singer said. "Just, carry her to the bed. Time to get what I want." The smile on her pretty face was anything but sweet.
"I doubt I'm in any condition to do much of anything." Jade admitted. "And sure, have at the reject dresses. Don't much wear them these days."
"No, you're too busy trying to get my sister to fucking kill you." Trina snapped. "How do you think Tori would feel after, huh?" Her brown eyes lowered to glare right into steel blue eyes. "That's right, you were being too selfish to even stop and…."
"Justified." Jade didn't expect Trina to hear her. She hadn't excerpted to even say it out loud. Only she did, and now, the room was silent again. Seconds ticked by, neither Jade nor Trina moved.
"Please place her on the bed." Tori instructed. "She's hurt, so it does limit what I've been needing, but it's time to get my snuggles on. So Treen, place my cuddle me Jadey doll on the bed, then go nuts in the dress storage room. Me, I'm gonna finally get the cuddling I've been wanting."
Trina smiled as she realized where her sisters anger had been coming from, and stepped up to heave the pale girl up again. Steps carried them both to the bed, and then Jade was being positioned to be the best possible hugging pillow she could be. "Jade, listen, your days of paying for your sins in physical pain are over." The older girl told her. "You're gonna have to learn to be cuddled, cause that's the kind of girl my sister is."
"But I haven't earned…" Jade's last, almost unconscious protest died on her lips. Instead, she let herself be placed, moved, ignoring discomfort until a position that was both far to exposed and comfortable for the pale girl was found. Tori slid in and embraced Jade, using gentile pressure to secure them together, holding the damaged girl in a way that hurt them both the least.
"No, you haven't." Tori agreed. "So if you find yourself enjoying the company, we'll have to chalk that up as collateral damage, cause I feel I have earned myself a little comfort." She let them moment hang as long as she could. "And Jade, from now on, when we make love, you can't have me hit you with things. I'm afraid I just don't enjoy the loving as much if your not getting that big 'O' too. So, this is all for me. You feeling loved, cared for, held, it's all for me." She kissed her lover on the cheek. "So suck it up."
Trina stuck her head in. "You guys realize it's only about eight, right?" she asked. "You know what? I'm gonna go use your screening room to watch some prime time. You two have fun."
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Hope this was fun, or at least a decent read.