Put A Spell On You
Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2017 12:03 pm
PUT A SPELL ON YOU
(December 13)
“There ya go, Birthday Girl,” Lee smiled, placing the small stuffed puppy on the wheeled dinner table at the foot of Dree’s bed.
-You shouldn’t have.- Dree thought gratefully, trapped in the shell of her paralyzed and speechless body. Her eyes watched Lee return to her bedside, feeling his want of her forgiveness as his fingers lightly caressed her forearm. The ghostly Dree frowned inside her bodily shell. -This wasn’t your fault Lee, it was that bitch Terry that put me here!- She stared at Lee wishing she could tell him that he was forgiven, wishing Sye would give in to her pleading and give that message to him.
“That time already?” Lee sighed, pulling his hand away from Dree’s arm as the nurse entered. “See you tomorrow.” He said softly, patting her arm, seeing the girl’s odd stare, -I wonder if she even remembers who I am- he thought morbidly, slipping into his leather jacket.
Lee stood at the hospital’s bus stop with a cigarette, fighting the cold of December, blankly staring at the snow dusted sidewalk.
“Well speak of the devil.”
Lee replied with a very cautious “hi”, seeing Dree’s friends Amanda and Ronnie. Amanda was swallowed up in a gaudy pale pink sleeping bag of a winter coat. Ronnie, who stood blush faced, shivering in the loose-fitting jeans, stuffed her hands in her denim jacket pockets. Lee shamefully turned away from them, surprised that they would even address him. He cringed, pulling a drag from the cigarette, remembering the nasty “fuck you” looks he had been receiving from both girls since Dree’s beating. The bus rounded the corner, Lee tossed his cigarette away, preparing to board.
“Wait,” Amanda’s voice cracked mildly as her hand reached for Lee’s jacket. Lightly tugging, she looked to him. “Please. I…we need to talk.”
Lee stepped back from the bus. Amanda’s begging facial expression and sultry forgiving tone threw him for a loop. -How many sets of colored contacts does she have?- He thought, seeing the sharp blue of her eyes. Lee grinned mildly. - She must have a hell of a share in the hair dye market too.- noticing the tuffs of honey-colored hair peeking out from underneath her fuzzy coat hood.
Amanda cast her eyes to the sidewalk, as though she were mustering up courage. She sighed, looking back up to Lee with a pitiful expression that created a devastating adorability all her own. She could own the world with that look. Talk about vampire-pretty. Lee shook his head mildly, lighting a cigarette, seeking warmth in its nicotine as he waited for her to speak.
“We’re visiting Dree,” Amanda softly purred. “It’s her birthday…”
Lee shrugged his shoulders, inadvertently interrupting her. “Yeah, I know. You’re a bit late visiting time in the Special Care wing is through for today.” The girl’s disappointed appearance pulled on Lee’s heart strings. “They close the sign-in book usually around four thirty.”
“Oh,” Amanda’s voice trailed off into a raspy whimper, “Lee, we…” She nodded toward Ronnie, “have been thinking about you, well, about everything really. I think Ronnie and I owe you an apology.” Lee looked at her stunned and puzzled. “A lot of things got said and, well,”
“Just invite him already! Christ, I’m freezing,” Ronnie burst in, obviously ready to get to a warmer environment. She stomped and shuffled her feet trying to keep warm. “Look, what Amanda is trying to say is we’re sorry and will you have a birthday drink for Dree with us?” She said through chattering teeth. “Come on, I know Dree would want you to represent her. Besides, not many guys have seen the Passion Pit.”
“I really shouldn’t. I promised to…” Lee saw Amanda’s teasing stare; it definitely called to his dirtier teenage male side, “Uhm, Passion Pit?”
Lee followed Amanda into the warehouse, occasionally glancing at Ronnie through the corner of his eye, “Dree never told me about this place.”
“It was a sisterly secret,” Amanda grinned, looking over her shoulder. “Much cheaper than a motel room and safer than getting caught by ma or pa.”
Ronnie flipped on the lights, “Make yourself at home, you’re the only guy to ever be in here.” She froze, “OH!” looking to Amanda, “Crap, I forgot the birthday bottle in the car. I’ll be right back.”
Lee watched her leave, shrugging off the strange nervous tone of her voice. - It’s nothing, we’re all kinda uncomfortable.- he thought looking around. -Wow, this place is kinda cool.- The large open, windowless space was brightly lit. The walls were painted in a wild collage of bright cheery colors, reminding Lee of Dree’s occasionally worn tie-dye T-shirts. A cluster of taped up plastic palm trees sat in a far corner blending with the hand-done tropical mural. Lawn chairs lighted by a sun lamp surrounded the inflatable children’s pool. Various beat up couches and chairs filled the remaining space. An old break room looked like it had been converted into a kitchenette. -Doubt that’s up to code- Lee thought as he continued to follow Amanda. His eyes strained with curiosity upon seeing the burgundy walls and carpeted larger space adjacent to the kitchenette. Second-hand mattresses stacked in various heights surrounded a concrete column. -Didn’t think Dree was into that.- Lee thought, seeing the bondage straps mounted on the column and velvet ties laid out on the circular bed. But then again, she always treated her lifestyle as a very private club. He noticed a smaller, almost dungeon-like area, from where it seemed all activities could be observed. -Must be the Halloween corner.- Lee pondered. -Makes sense considering the theme-feel of this place.- A heavy steel door with a crudely painted sign saying, “STAY THE FUCK OUT” was just to the right of what Lee assumed to be a bathroom, its door painted in girlish wild writing, Just Chicks, No Dicks.
Lee turned his gaze away from the bed area, shaking his head, shocked as Amanda dropped her long winter coat. Knee-high black boots caressed her calves, drop dead sexy legs wrapped in fishnets led up to the pleather mini-skirt that literally hugged Amanda’s waist. She turned with a devilish grin on her face, offering Lee a view of her profile. -Dangerous curves.- Lee immediately thought, seeing the revealing fit of the sheer black dress shirt and strapless glossy red bra underneath. -Geez, talk about eye candy. She must have frozen her ass off at the hospital.- Lee felt his face warm with a flush, and a stiffening below his belt line. The girl moved toward him, looking him over, extending her arm.
“Take your coat off and stay a while,” she said, grinning wickedly. Lee handed her his leather jacket, unable to take his eyes off her distracting form. Amanda laid the jacket on the table next to her; she breathed deeply then looked back to Lee, noticing the swell in his snug fitting jeans. “Like what you see?” Her voice purred flirtatiously, as she moved closer to him. Lee struggled to come up with an honorable reply to what seemed to be an awkward come on or offering by Amanda.
-This doesn’t make sense. She hasn’t even given me the time of…- Lee’s eyes rolled in his head, his body ridged in convulsion as the girl’s knee rammed into his crotch, painfully hammering his testicles. His hands instinctively descended to his crotch and his legs closed, blocking the follow up knee drive to the inflamed area. He staggered backward, staring puzzled at Amanda, his mind struggling to work through the painful fog.
“THIS IS FOR DREE, ASSHOLE!!!” Amanda growled, launching her foot at the tender area again. Lee stopped the kick, grabbing her foot with both hands. “LET GO…” Lee twisted her foot, throwing Amanda off balance, and then pushed her backwards. The girl laid sprawled on the floor.
-Gotta get out of here, I don’t want to hurt her.-- Lee cringed. Amanda’s first blow left him at a disadvantage; he was face-to-face with his kryptonite. He saw Amanda starting to get up, her face full of feminine rage as she propped up on her elbows glaring at him.
“STAY DOWN, I CAN’T…mum mph…I DON” T WANT TO HURT YOU!” Lee grunted, backing away cautiously.
“NOW! STOP THE FUCKER!” Amanda shouted ravenously as Lee quickly turned his back to her. The stream of pepper spray caught him in both eyes. Ronnie kept the stream on Lee’s face as she moved toward him, laughing out loud, enjoying the sight as Lee’s arms came up, blindly flailing about in vain attempts to ward off threats. Amanda got back to her feet approaching him from behind. She drove her foot up between Lee’s legs, driving the toe of her boot into his crotch. She smiled, watching Lee fall to the floor, snorting mucous from his nostrils.
He struggled to get up on all fours. Lee’s eyes and face felt as though they were on fire, his sinuses in full release, adding to the miserable burning sensation. Suddenly every hair on his body rose. “Long time no see, Cock Sucker!” Javelin mocked, grabbing the teen by his shirt collar, roughly pulling him up and wrapping her arms around his belly, squeezing him in a reverse bear hug. Lee gasped for air in her vice-like hold, feeling himself being lifted then dropped. Air fled his lungs in a sickening howl; a harsh white flash pulsed behind his burning closed eyelids and an explosion of pain shot through his spinal column as his nuts and tail bone slammed down on Javelin’s knee. She kept repeating the wrestling maneuver, increasing the pressure in her constricting embrace around her victim’s belly, enjoying the choke-like gag that came from Lee, as he tried in vain to breathe in and replace the air being driven out of him. - C.... Cannn’t…Goo…down…nooot this…- Another thought-numbing explosion of pain seized him. Lee felt his limbs become limp, the dizzying up-and-down motion stopped. He heard Javelin mumble something; then his stomach lurched as though gravity left as Javelin threw him to the floor.
The Amazon woman lifted the nearly unconscious teen and slammed Lee’s pain-ravaged body onto the heavy wooden table. Javelin savored his weakened appearance. Her victim’s arms slowly moved under his chest in a feeble, unsuccessful attempt to push himself up. Javelin grinned, watching Lee’s body expand in deep painful breaths. The view of his ass in the snug jeans brought filthy ideas of sodomy. - Shoulda brought my sword.- she thought vilely. Lee felt her presence in front of him, his eyes only seeing her as a blurry shadow. Javelin grabbed a fist full of his hair, lifting his head, “Lights out, Shit Head.” She said victoriously, slamming Lee’s head into the hardwood table top.
Javelin watched as Lee’s unconscious body slid off the table. - -God, it would be easy to kill him now,- her victorious grin faded as she stared at Lee laying sprawled out on the floor, -too easy and not much fun.- her grin returning as Amanda rushed to his body, stomping her boot heel into his belly. Javelin shook in an evil chuckle, turning her attention to Lee’s leather jacket. Her hands rummaged through the pockets, “Thanks for the smokes, Pecker Wood.” She mocked, lighting a confiscated cigarette, pocketing Lee’s Zippo lighter. “Whoa, what do we have here?” Javelin removed the six inch Tanto knife from the concealed sheath in the lower back of Lee’s jacket. “Man, at least you know good steel. This is true craftsmanship.” She looked to his unconscious body. He jerked as Amanda grunted harshly again driving her heel into him. “You owe me for my Barbers razor. Consider that debt repaid.” Javelin taunted, snapping her wrist, the well-balanced knife vibrated as it stuck in the wood table top. She sighed, looking to Amanda, who continued to heel stomp Lee. “Hey…HEY! Stop it already. We still need him alive for fuck’s sake!”
“But you said we were going to take care of him!” Amanda submissively whined.
“I know what the hell I said, Bitch, but we need him somewhat intact.” Javelin harshly replied.
Ronnie approached, resting a hand on Amanda’s shoulder, her other hand lightly dancing over the girl’s sheer shirt, toying momentarily over Amanda’s breast, then up to her cheek. “It’s okay, Amanda, our lover knows what she’s doing. Go on and get changed, your little get-up won’t do for tonight.” Amanda smiled submissively as Ronnie swatted and groped her butt. Ronnie watched the girl walk to the bed area, “She is somewhat disappointing,” she moaned.
Javelin grunted, agreeing with her first submissive, “Yeah I know. Dree or Terry would have been more entertaining.” Javelin frowned as she continued rummaging through the jacket, looking up, watching as Amanda changed into the torn jeans and t-shirt. Get your fingers in her cake and talk about short comings. She glanced at Lee. “Search him just like I taught you. Head to toe. Don’t leave out anything; that knife of his was well-hidden. God only knows what else he may have…” Javelin moved away from the table, kneeling next to Ronnie. She looked at Lee’s white high-topped sneaker, a small hardly noticeable tab that looked like a factory flaw in the heel caught Javelin’s eye. She tugged at the tab and a razor blade slipped out of the rubber sole. Javelin showed the item to Ronnie, “Be really thorough!”
Her submissive nodded, “Baby, why are we keeping him alive? I mean, why did you stop Amanda?”
Javelin shook her head, mildly annoyed by Ronnie’s questions but appreciated her slave’s need for small talk as they searched Lee’s body. “Well, you and Amanda watched him. Our target, little Miss Tawnya is linked to him.”
Ronnie looked to Javelin, puzzled, “Do we have to kill her? Why can’t…”
“Because the witch, my boss, says she is drawing too much attention and they’re paying the rent.” Javelin rose, letting Ronnie finish the search of Lee’s waist, watching as her slave removed the thick leather belt. “This is a two-for-one deal.” She smirked, “Talk about fate and opportunity.”
Ronnie stood and hopped onto the table, sitting close to Javelin, tenderly rubbing her mistress’s neck and shoulders, “So, why keep him? He doesn’t really need to be alive to be bait.”
“You don’t know Tawnya the way I do. And besides, you told me the two are close.” Javelin rolled her head, enjoying the relaxing kneading of Ronnie’s fingers.
“Well, yeah, sorta like brother and sister.” Ronnie added.
“And that will be her undoing. She seems to have a sense about her lately. I’ve seen Tawnya in public a few times.” Javelin sighed “She always was, well, alert. But this is, I don’t know, different. Hell, it’s like she can feel life.” Javelin turned facing Ronnie; the back of her hand floated above the girl’s faded purple T-shirt, teasing Ronnie’s tit, smiling as a hardened nipple made its presence known. “If she feels that he is dead, well, I’ve seen what she can do. With him alive it will hinder her. She will want to rescue the little shit and survive to talk about it.” Javelin frowned, looking sadly into Ronnie’s eyes, her mind reflecting on previous encounters with the immortal woman. “I have been lucky in my past dealings with Tawnya, believe me. I’ll need every advantage. I doubt a loose floor board will save my ass this time.” Javelin sighed, smiling meekly, -god, that bitch has such a sweet flavor, especially when she’s restrained and fighting it.- She shook her head angrily, remembering the hate the two had for each other, “I could have taken her head many times, but humiliating her was far too much fun and more damaging than death. She is a tasty nuisance that I have come to enjoy, but her time has come.” Ronnie glared at her, feeling obsessively jealous, her hands rolled over Javelin’s body, hoping to pleasure her mistress. Javelin enjoyed the slaves fondles for a moment, then shook out of Ronnie’s pleasurable touch, “Tie him up and drag the fucker next door like we planned,” Javelin coarsely ordered, “and stay out of sight. I have an invitation to deliver.”
*
“Come on, Lee, dinner is getting cold,” Tawnya mumbled; the nervousness about her evening plans only fed her irritation with Lee’s uncharacteristic tardiness. The woman had decided to use Sye’s retreat with the Firths as an opportunity to lay everything on the line with Lee. According to the courts it was Lee’s eighteenth birthday and she wanted to make it very special for both. Tawnya dialed the phone, “He did? Umm…What time did you say? Okay, thank you.” Tawnya hung up the phone, frustration giving way to concern. He left the hospital hours ago. She looked at the kitchen clock. It’s almost seven thirty. This isn’t like him…not like Lee AT ALL. He would have called if he was running late or needed a…OH, GOD “X.” The name shook out of her, “Young, if you gave him up I’ll fucking have your head by daylight.” Tawnya hissed through clenched teeth, pacing worriedly between the kitchen and dining room. Her frustration making her imagination run wild, unable to get “X”’s threat of brutality out of her head. Dammit Luther, you need to get him a new cell phone. She shook her head, wishing Lee’s phone had survived the last outing. Maybe it’s what I’m wearing, jinxing the plans. It doesn’t exactly say “Take me, I’m yours.” Too businessy, she thought with fleeting hope, as she looked at the expensive satin burgundy blouse sleeve, then down to her perfectly fitted black slacks, and black dress boots. Tawnya spun around, nearly tripping over her feet as she dashed to the ringing kitchen phone, “Lee?!”
“Nope, just little old me, Bambie.” Javelin chuckled evilly, “So, hear ya have a lost puppy.”
Tawnya’s body stiffened, “How did you get this number?Nnnph…If you harm him in any way I’ll….”
“Shut up and listen, Bitch. The bastard is unharmed, well, for now anyway. But I am immortal and I am sooo bored.”
Tawnya dangled between fear and hate. “What do you want?!” she demanded.
“Temper, temper dear,” Javelin teased, “my sword through the butter of your neck, or yours through mine. The boy’s life hangs in the balance, for him a healthy mortal life, or, well, I am creative.”
“WHERE?!” Tawnya listened to her enemy as Javelin gave the address.
“Oh, and Wolf, this is a private affair. Do come alone, if I feel the presence of another immortal or even get a hint of any of your oother pals, I’ll watch that little fucker of yours choke on his own cock!” Javelin slammed the phone down, “Now for the waiting game, heh give’r ‘bout an hour.” She grunted, sharpening her sword.
“That BITCH!” Tawnya angrily shouted, dropping the phone receiver, franticly racing through the house. She slammed her car door, impatiently waiting for the garage door to open. I’m coming, Lee!
*
- I should have changed, or come better armed at least- a much calmer Tawnya thought, her fingers wrapping tightly around the sheath of her katana. She stood in the dark corner of the warehouse, eyeing the surroundings, feeling Javelin’s immortal presence and very faint indiscernible emotional taps of others on the outer-most range of her empathic ability . - Probably some homeless pricks looking for a place to get out of the cold. It is their type of neighborhood.- She scowled,
- keep your wits about you, girl. Javelin isn’t known to fight fair. Remember what happened in Japan.- She cringed at the horrible memory. “Not this time bitch.” Tawnya whispered, cautiously proceeding through the barren space cluttered with litter and old disregarded office furnishings, snarling when her eyes found her cherished one. Lee had been positioned in the middle of the warehouse under a spotlight, gagged and bound to a chair, his head down into his chest. She fought the reckless urge to run to him, - it’s not just my head on the line, Tawnya looked to the floor then back to Lee. I have to win.-
“You can check him out if you want.” Javelin emerged from the opposite side of the warehouse; the overweight Amazon walked to the unconscious Lee, resting her Claymore sword on her shoulder. Javelin knelt beside him, grabbing his hair and roughly jerking his head up. “Hell, I would if I were you.” She shot a sinister glance to Tawnya, “Might be the last time you see him as a whole person.” She taunted, releasing her hold and backing away as her opponent approached.
“Lee, can you hear me? Lee?” Tawnya ran her fingers through his hair, lifting the dust mask off his face, seeing the rag stuffed inside it and the bottle of chloroform sitting near his left foot. - Looks okay, well, other than that welt on his forehead. Damn, I wish he was…no, better this way. I don’t want him to see this if I lose.- She cast a careful eye to Javelin, who stood with her back to them, watching her stretch out with her sword. Tawnya stroked Lee’s hair tenderly, whispering into his ear in her native French, “Always for you and always with you. I love you.”
Javelin used the highly polished blade as a mirror, watching silently as Tawnya very gently lifted Lee’s head and planted a much more than sisterly kiss upon his mouth. -Brother and sister my ass, Ronnie.- she thought, angered by the show of affection.
Tawnya took one last loving look at Lee and then slowly rose, taking off her long dark coat, “Let’s be done with this!” She demanded, unsheathing her katana sword, murderously eyeing Javelin as she moved away from Lee.
“Awe…What? No time for small talk?” Javelin taunted, gripping and twisting her fingers around her sword’s lengthy grip, “I’m hurt. After all, we have shared so much together,” She said perversely, flicking her tongue at Tawnya, as they circled each other. Javelin eyed Tawnya’s business-like attire, frowning as she launched another taunt. “Going for the corporate look now.” Javelin shook her head, sighing, remembering a nearly ninety-year-old encounter, “Ya remember Paris? Mmm, suppose you don’t have those little britches or corset anymore?” She smiled, “God, you looked so fucking hot! Have to tell ya, I had a lot of fun stripping you out of them.” Javelin teased with a detestably taunting purr. Tawnya ignored Javelin’s attempts at breaking her concentration. Javelin huffed, shaking her head, “Fine! Hummph, guess I was wrong, thought you would want to drag the last moments of your life out. Ah hell, fuck it, come on bitch, its time for me to earn my pay!” She growled, seeing the sudden change in Tawnya’s stern facial expression.
Tawnya raised her sword. “Pay?”
“You haven’t figured this out?” The Amazon laughed, “Christ, bitch….SHITTT!” Javelin leaned back, quickly moving in retreat, dodging and ducking the well-disciplined swipes of Tawnya‘s blade. She swore loudly, unable to bring her sword to bear, struggling to create distance and make a proper defense.
-Damn she is agile.- Tawnya broke off her attack. - Don’t let her bait you into the dark!- She thought, hating the idea of giving up the first strike advantage.
“You really shook things up, ya know. That witch you’re looking for can’t afford meddling…. ARRRRGHHHHH!” Javelin charged, her slices and thrusts easy blocked and dodged by the skilled woman. “See you haven’t lost your edge.” Javelin acknowledged, tipping her head, “Fight well and maybe I’ll kill him…” she nodded to the slumbering hostage, “quick.”
-That is what this is about. A contract?!- Tawnya blew out the breath she had been unknowingly holding. The two women’s swords locked in a series of attacking blows and finally breaking away, neither woman able to find an opening to draw first blood. “You could have just called me out for this,” Tawnya gulped a breath of air, “Why get him involved? He isn’t part of…” She ducked, twisting, too close to raise her sword, her back to Javelin. Tawnya twisted again, driving the hilt of her sword into the woman’s face, grinning as Javelin howled painfully, blindly swinging her sword in a defensive sweep. Tawnya felt the breeze of the blade wash over her face as it narrowly passed over her arched body, using the momentum of the backward movement to continue a back flip. Another painful bellow emanated from Javelin as Tawnya’s boot tip hammered into her jaw.
“NGGGGHHH!!!!” Javelin tried to shake off the pain, sensing her dangerous opponent charging in. Only the lucky quick action of her own blind charge and moderate body movement combined with the high block of her sword prevented Tawnya from landing a fatal strike to her neck. The two women were crammed together, cheek to cheek, for a breath of a second. Javelin grunted harshly, launching Tawnya backward onto the floor. Javelin retreated, using the small respite to let her eyes clear, feeling damn lucky to still have her head. She leaned forward, pigishly snorting the blood out of her nose, shifting her jaw, shaking her head, dragging the white Long John sleeve under her nose. She painfully grinned. Seeing the trail of blood and mucus, she raised her sunken plotting eyes to Tawnya, heaving in deep breaths as she spoke. “Him…mmph…” Javelin winced, as her immortal healing abilities moved her broken nose back into place, she shook her head, “Been watching you two for a while…”
The two launched into another series of savage fencing blows then withdrew. “Been want’n to pay the fucker back for Wor Locks for a hell of a long time.” Javelin panted, her body heaving in gulps of air, forcing a dark giggle, “You actually provided me with a reason, humph, ya know, a little pay and a little play.” She said, her voice descending into a vengeful growl. Javelin glared at her opponent. Tawnya stood feet away from her, like a guardian with Lee behind her. The woman’s burgundy blouse partially untucked, her dark hair mildly disheveled falling loose from a hastily made braid. -Damn, this isn’t working as I hoped. Christ, I haven’t even laid a knuckle on her. Shoulda killed the cock sucker…humph…The bitch is too damn focused.-Javelin’s mind raced as the two tore into each other again. She remembered the kiss, “DAMN!” Javelin growled in ugly jealousy,- SO FUCKING OBVIOUS!-
Tawnya felt the hammer of Javelin’s fist impact her cheek, spinning her around and knocking her to the floor. She quickly rolled onto her back, seeing the enraged Amazon standing over her holding the sword like a giant knife preparing to drive its point into her heart. Tawnya twisted away, the blade slicing into her right blouse sleeve, grazing her arm. She captured Javelin’s legs in a scissors kick, the behemoth fell to the floor, swearing, both of them snatching up their swords and scrambling away from each other.
Tawnya concentrated, exercising extreme combat discipline, resisting the urges of the volatile blend of motherly, sisterly and lover-in-waiting emotions, beckoning her to charge in and attack recklessly. Javelin trembled in both jealous rage and apprehension.
Tawnya felt something swelling within her; she grinned murderously. In all her encounters with the bitch she had lacked something other than the human need to simply live and it led to many a humiliating forced climax from the nine hundred-year-old Javelin. This time was very different. She shot a glance to a very unaware Lee. - He’s my reason for living, my home, fuck her, fuck the Coven, fuck the immortal prize!- The new-found confidence consumed her. Tawnya attacked savagely, no longer breaking away. Javelin could hardly keep up, she was tiring, totally bewildered by the mysterious second wind that seemed to rekindle her adversary. Steam of evaporating sweat hovered around the two women as they clashed, each of them frustrating the other’s efforts to capitalize on an opportunity or fatal opening, by skillful use of sword or well-placed fist and kick. Tawnya spit the blood from her mouth, staying in the light, breathing heavily as Javelin retreated into a dark corner, leaning on a column, trying to recover from the onslaught.
“The job harder than you expected?” Tawnya mocked, ignoring the stinging, as sweat washed over the healing cut on her left forearm.
“Just need to catch my breath, Bitch.” Javelin huffed bitterly, “Don’t get cocky. This is just foreplay. You’re just like the others, just delaying the inevitable. At least you are making it fun!” She drew a deep labored breath, “But alas, all good things come to an end!” Javelin charged out in a reckless run, her sword rising then lashing out in a savage slice aimed at Tawnya’s belly. The woman swiftly dropped to the floor dodging the blade, rolling and ending up behind Javelin. Tawnya spotted an opening as she scrambled to her knees; she thrust her sword between Javelin’s legs until the hand guard rested on the back of her thigh.
The Claymore sword fell to the floor with an odd metallic echo. Javelin’s eyes opened wide in shock and disbelief, seeing the glint of the katana’s blade between her legs. Her skin crawled as she felt the razor-like edge slice through her torn blue jeans and into her upper thigh. An awful guttural bellow exploded out of her throat as the blade cut through the meat. Tawnya pulled the blade back feeling the vibrations travel into her hand as the blade dragged over bone. The deep cut and sliced artery soaked her enemy’s pant leg in a gush of blood. Javelin staggered, her hand clenching the gash trying to stop the bleeding, feeling her life flow out of her. She knew it was over as she fell to her knees. Her immortal healing abilities struggled to stop the blood loss and repair the damage, Javelin needed time, something that she no longer had.
“Now to finish this once and for all.” Tawnya clambered to her feet, watching the color go out of Javelin’s face. She stood at her victim’s side, taking a deep breath. - After all the centuries of bullshit you put me through, I dispatch you to hell.- Tawnya raised her sword above her head, boldly speaking the curse of the grand immortal game. “There can be only one!”
The sudden emotional pulse caught Tawnya off guard; she was so engulfed in ending Javelin’s miserable existence that she had totally ignored her empathic ability. The katana sword flew out of her hands as she was bum rushed from behind.
“NO, EMILY, NO!” The high shrill of a feminine voice penetrated Tawnya’s ear as she and her unseen attacker tumbled over Javelin. Tawnya struggled, twisting onto her back, her legs draped over Javelin who was hunched forward, clinging to life by a thread.
Ronnie struggled beneath Tawnya, trying to wrap her arms around her, the effort hindered as the woman drove her elbow into Ronnie’s stomach, forcing her to let go.
“Jesus!” Tawnya muttered, seeing the torn jeans and T-shirt of the girl charging in on her. Amanda grimaced running into Tawnya’s raised boots, ending up on her back as the woman launched her backwards. Tawnya struggled to roll out and get to her knees. - Dammit, Javelin. What have you done?- She drove a harsh backhanded fist into Javelin’s head, knocking the woman back down as she feebly tried to sit up. -These are Dree’s friends. I don’t want to kill them…-
“Mummmmph!!!” Ronnie clung on to Tawnya’s right arm, forcing her leg between Tawnya’s thighs, sitting on the woman’s calf, trapping her right leg in an awkward figure-four leg lock. Amanda slid down on her knees, capturing Tawnya’s left arm as it flailed in the air trying to keep the woman balanced, pulling it tightly into her chest. Tawnya yelped painfully as the three fell backward, her right knee being stretched by Ronnie’s uncomfortable position behind her.
“Huh? What?” Javelin shook out of the death like fog, trying to comprehend what was happening, seeing her two enslaved cohorts struggle to restrain Tawnya. She teetered on the edge of temporary death, barely able to grin as the slow realization of what was occurring started to sink in. -Thank…God for witches… and their potions.- Javelin stared at her sword, shaking her head. -Can...barely pick myself up, much less…- she shook off the extreme sleepy grip of death. -Yeah that’ll do.- She felt the wound healing as she pulled herself to Lee, she grabbed the chloroform, sloppily dumping all the bottle’s contents into the dust mask.
Javelin fell on top of the pile of women, using all the strength she could muster to place the mask over Tawnya’s face. The trapped woman twisted and turned savagely trying to escape the fume filled mask but Javelin’s heavy hands held it firmly in place. She felt the liquid stream down the side of her cheeks, chin and neck. - No, not again you bitch…Oh God …Lee…- “COOGGHHFF!” Javelin’s fist drove into Tawnya’s stomach, forcing her take involuntary deep breaths of the vapors. Light-headedness began to settle in; her defiant writhing slowed. Javelin smiled, feeling Tawnya’s body going limp beneath her.
“Baby, are you ok?” Ronnie anxiously asked, as she and Amanda climbed out of the pile. Both girls quickly helped their mistress to her knees.
“Yeah, yeah, one of you cunts get me some water. A shit load of it. OH, oh, oooh!” Javelin’s arms flailed as she fell on top of Tawnya; both slaves let her go, eager to fulfill her wishes, “Fuck, I said only one, nngh! Amanda, you fucking do it, fucking stupid bitch.” She felt Ronnie’s hands on her arm starting to pull her up. “Get off me.” Javelin purred, “I kind’a like it here, mmm, it takes me back.” Javelin’s fingers began to surf, exploring Tawnya‘s body. -Oh, man, this never gets old. Damn! God she’s so cute when she’s out cold, hell she looks so…so angelic. Damn girl, it might be only the blood loss talking but today I really wish I had a cock.- She pulled close to Tawnya’s ear, caressing the smooth flesh of her cheek, whispering with evil seduction, “Bambie, honey, your life is sooo going to change. You shouldn’t have kissed him.” Javelin invaded Tawnya’s mouth in a ravenous kiss and glared at Lee, “Ronnie, there’s been a change in plans!”
(December 13)
“There ya go, Birthday Girl,” Lee smiled, placing the small stuffed puppy on the wheeled dinner table at the foot of Dree’s bed.
-You shouldn’t have.- Dree thought gratefully, trapped in the shell of her paralyzed and speechless body. Her eyes watched Lee return to her bedside, feeling his want of her forgiveness as his fingers lightly caressed her forearm. The ghostly Dree frowned inside her bodily shell. -This wasn’t your fault Lee, it was that bitch Terry that put me here!- She stared at Lee wishing she could tell him that he was forgiven, wishing Sye would give in to her pleading and give that message to him.
“That time already?” Lee sighed, pulling his hand away from Dree’s arm as the nurse entered. “See you tomorrow.” He said softly, patting her arm, seeing the girl’s odd stare, -I wonder if she even remembers who I am- he thought morbidly, slipping into his leather jacket.
Lee stood at the hospital’s bus stop with a cigarette, fighting the cold of December, blankly staring at the snow dusted sidewalk.
“Well speak of the devil.”
Lee replied with a very cautious “hi”, seeing Dree’s friends Amanda and Ronnie. Amanda was swallowed up in a gaudy pale pink sleeping bag of a winter coat. Ronnie, who stood blush faced, shivering in the loose-fitting jeans, stuffed her hands in her denim jacket pockets. Lee shamefully turned away from them, surprised that they would even address him. He cringed, pulling a drag from the cigarette, remembering the nasty “fuck you” looks he had been receiving from both girls since Dree’s beating. The bus rounded the corner, Lee tossed his cigarette away, preparing to board.
“Wait,” Amanda’s voice cracked mildly as her hand reached for Lee’s jacket. Lightly tugging, she looked to him. “Please. I…we need to talk.”
Lee stepped back from the bus. Amanda’s begging facial expression and sultry forgiving tone threw him for a loop. -How many sets of colored contacts does she have?- He thought, seeing the sharp blue of her eyes. Lee grinned mildly. - She must have a hell of a share in the hair dye market too.- noticing the tuffs of honey-colored hair peeking out from underneath her fuzzy coat hood.
Amanda cast her eyes to the sidewalk, as though she were mustering up courage. She sighed, looking back up to Lee with a pitiful expression that created a devastating adorability all her own. She could own the world with that look. Talk about vampire-pretty. Lee shook his head mildly, lighting a cigarette, seeking warmth in its nicotine as he waited for her to speak.
“We’re visiting Dree,” Amanda softly purred. “It’s her birthday…”
Lee shrugged his shoulders, inadvertently interrupting her. “Yeah, I know. You’re a bit late visiting time in the Special Care wing is through for today.” The girl’s disappointed appearance pulled on Lee’s heart strings. “They close the sign-in book usually around four thirty.”
“Oh,” Amanda’s voice trailed off into a raspy whimper, “Lee, we…” She nodded toward Ronnie, “have been thinking about you, well, about everything really. I think Ronnie and I owe you an apology.” Lee looked at her stunned and puzzled. “A lot of things got said and, well,”
“Just invite him already! Christ, I’m freezing,” Ronnie burst in, obviously ready to get to a warmer environment. She stomped and shuffled her feet trying to keep warm. “Look, what Amanda is trying to say is we’re sorry and will you have a birthday drink for Dree with us?” She said through chattering teeth. “Come on, I know Dree would want you to represent her. Besides, not many guys have seen the Passion Pit.”
“I really shouldn’t. I promised to…” Lee saw Amanda’s teasing stare; it definitely called to his dirtier teenage male side, “Uhm, Passion Pit?”
Lee followed Amanda into the warehouse, occasionally glancing at Ronnie through the corner of his eye, “Dree never told me about this place.”
“It was a sisterly secret,” Amanda grinned, looking over her shoulder. “Much cheaper than a motel room and safer than getting caught by ma or pa.”
Ronnie flipped on the lights, “Make yourself at home, you’re the only guy to ever be in here.” She froze, “OH!” looking to Amanda, “Crap, I forgot the birthday bottle in the car. I’ll be right back.”
Lee watched her leave, shrugging off the strange nervous tone of her voice. - It’s nothing, we’re all kinda uncomfortable.- he thought looking around. -Wow, this place is kinda cool.- The large open, windowless space was brightly lit. The walls were painted in a wild collage of bright cheery colors, reminding Lee of Dree’s occasionally worn tie-dye T-shirts. A cluster of taped up plastic palm trees sat in a far corner blending with the hand-done tropical mural. Lawn chairs lighted by a sun lamp surrounded the inflatable children’s pool. Various beat up couches and chairs filled the remaining space. An old break room looked like it had been converted into a kitchenette. -Doubt that’s up to code- Lee thought as he continued to follow Amanda. His eyes strained with curiosity upon seeing the burgundy walls and carpeted larger space adjacent to the kitchenette. Second-hand mattresses stacked in various heights surrounded a concrete column. -Didn’t think Dree was into that.- Lee thought, seeing the bondage straps mounted on the column and velvet ties laid out on the circular bed. But then again, she always treated her lifestyle as a very private club. He noticed a smaller, almost dungeon-like area, from where it seemed all activities could be observed. -Must be the Halloween corner.- Lee pondered. -Makes sense considering the theme-feel of this place.- A heavy steel door with a crudely painted sign saying, “STAY THE FUCK OUT” was just to the right of what Lee assumed to be a bathroom, its door painted in girlish wild writing, Just Chicks, No Dicks.
Lee turned his gaze away from the bed area, shaking his head, shocked as Amanda dropped her long winter coat. Knee-high black boots caressed her calves, drop dead sexy legs wrapped in fishnets led up to the pleather mini-skirt that literally hugged Amanda’s waist. She turned with a devilish grin on her face, offering Lee a view of her profile. -Dangerous curves.- Lee immediately thought, seeing the revealing fit of the sheer black dress shirt and strapless glossy red bra underneath. -Geez, talk about eye candy. She must have frozen her ass off at the hospital.- Lee felt his face warm with a flush, and a stiffening below his belt line. The girl moved toward him, looking him over, extending her arm.
“Take your coat off and stay a while,” she said, grinning wickedly. Lee handed her his leather jacket, unable to take his eyes off her distracting form. Amanda laid the jacket on the table next to her; she breathed deeply then looked back to Lee, noticing the swell in his snug fitting jeans. “Like what you see?” Her voice purred flirtatiously, as she moved closer to him. Lee struggled to come up with an honorable reply to what seemed to be an awkward come on or offering by Amanda.
-This doesn’t make sense. She hasn’t even given me the time of…- Lee’s eyes rolled in his head, his body ridged in convulsion as the girl’s knee rammed into his crotch, painfully hammering his testicles. His hands instinctively descended to his crotch and his legs closed, blocking the follow up knee drive to the inflamed area. He staggered backward, staring puzzled at Amanda, his mind struggling to work through the painful fog.
“THIS IS FOR DREE, ASSHOLE!!!” Amanda growled, launching her foot at the tender area again. Lee stopped the kick, grabbing her foot with both hands. “LET GO…” Lee twisted her foot, throwing Amanda off balance, and then pushed her backwards. The girl laid sprawled on the floor.
-Gotta get out of here, I don’t want to hurt her.-- Lee cringed. Amanda’s first blow left him at a disadvantage; he was face-to-face with his kryptonite. He saw Amanda starting to get up, her face full of feminine rage as she propped up on her elbows glaring at him.
“STAY DOWN, I CAN’T…mum mph…I DON” T WANT TO HURT YOU!” Lee grunted, backing away cautiously.
“NOW! STOP THE FUCKER!” Amanda shouted ravenously as Lee quickly turned his back to her. The stream of pepper spray caught him in both eyes. Ronnie kept the stream on Lee’s face as she moved toward him, laughing out loud, enjoying the sight as Lee’s arms came up, blindly flailing about in vain attempts to ward off threats. Amanda got back to her feet approaching him from behind. She drove her foot up between Lee’s legs, driving the toe of her boot into his crotch. She smiled, watching Lee fall to the floor, snorting mucous from his nostrils.
He struggled to get up on all fours. Lee’s eyes and face felt as though they were on fire, his sinuses in full release, adding to the miserable burning sensation. Suddenly every hair on his body rose. “Long time no see, Cock Sucker!” Javelin mocked, grabbing the teen by his shirt collar, roughly pulling him up and wrapping her arms around his belly, squeezing him in a reverse bear hug. Lee gasped for air in her vice-like hold, feeling himself being lifted then dropped. Air fled his lungs in a sickening howl; a harsh white flash pulsed behind his burning closed eyelids and an explosion of pain shot through his spinal column as his nuts and tail bone slammed down on Javelin’s knee. She kept repeating the wrestling maneuver, increasing the pressure in her constricting embrace around her victim’s belly, enjoying the choke-like gag that came from Lee, as he tried in vain to breathe in and replace the air being driven out of him. - C.... Cannn’t…Goo…down…nooot this…- Another thought-numbing explosion of pain seized him. Lee felt his limbs become limp, the dizzying up-and-down motion stopped. He heard Javelin mumble something; then his stomach lurched as though gravity left as Javelin threw him to the floor.
The Amazon woman lifted the nearly unconscious teen and slammed Lee’s pain-ravaged body onto the heavy wooden table. Javelin savored his weakened appearance. Her victim’s arms slowly moved under his chest in a feeble, unsuccessful attempt to push himself up. Javelin grinned, watching Lee’s body expand in deep painful breaths. The view of his ass in the snug jeans brought filthy ideas of sodomy. - Shoulda brought my sword.- she thought vilely. Lee felt her presence in front of him, his eyes only seeing her as a blurry shadow. Javelin grabbed a fist full of his hair, lifting his head, “Lights out, Shit Head.” She said victoriously, slamming Lee’s head into the hardwood table top.
Javelin watched as Lee’s unconscious body slid off the table. - -God, it would be easy to kill him now,- her victorious grin faded as she stared at Lee laying sprawled out on the floor, -too easy and not much fun.- her grin returning as Amanda rushed to his body, stomping her boot heel into his belly. Javelin shook in an evil chuckle, turning her attention to Lee’s leather jacket. Her hands rummaged through the pockets, “Thanks for the smokes, Pecker Wood.” She mocked, lighting a confiscated cigarette, pocketing Lee’s Zippo lighter. “Whoa, what do we have here?” Javelin removed the six inch Tanto knife from the concealed sheath in the lower back of Lee’s jacket. “Man, at least you know good steel. This is true craftsmanship.” She looked to his unconscious body. He jerked as Amanda grunted harshly again driving her heel into him. “You owe me for my Barbers razor. Consider that debt repaid.” Javelin taunted, snapping her wrist, the well-balanced knife vibrated as it stuck in the wood table top. She sighed, looking to Amanda, who continued to heel stomp Lee. “Hey…HEY! Stop it already. We still need him alive for fuck’s sake!”
“But you said we were going to take care of him!” Amanda submissively whined.
“I know what the hell I said, Bitch, but we need him somewhat intact.” Javelin harshly replied.
Ronnie approached, resting a hand on Amanda’s shoulder, her other hand lightly dancing over the girl’s sheer shirt, toying momentarily over Amanda’s breast, then up to her cheek. “It’s okay, Amanda, our lover knows what she’s doing. Go on and get changed, your little get-up won’t do for tonight.” Amanda smiled submissively as Ronnie swatted and groped her butt. Ronnie watched the girl walk to the bed area, “She is somewhat disappointing,” she moaned.
Javelin grunted, agreeing with her first submissive, “Yeah I know. Dree or Terry would have been more entertaining.” Javelin frowned as she continued rummaging through the jacket, looking up, watching as Amanda changed into the torn jeans and t-shirt. Get your fingers in her cake and talk about short comings. She glanced at Lee. “Search him just like I taught you. Head to toe. Don’t leave out anything; that knife of his was well-hidden. God only knows what else he may have…” Javelin moved away from the table, kneeling next to Ronnie. She looked at Lee’s white high-topped sneaker, a small hardly noticeable tab that looked like a factory flaw in the heel caught Javelin’s eye. She tugged at the tab and a razor blade slipped out of the rubber sole. Javelin showed the item to Ronnie, “Be really thorough!”
Her submissive nodded, “Baby, why are we keeping him alive? I mean, why did you stop Amanda?”
Javelin shook her head, mildly annoyed by Ronnie’s questions but appreciated her slave’s need for small talk as they searched Lee’s body. “Well, you and Amanda watched him. Our target, little Miss Tawnya is linked to him.”
Ronnie looked to Javelin, puzzled, “Do we have to kill her? Why can’t…”
“Because the witch, my boss, says she is drawing too much attention and they’re paying the rent.” Javelin rose, letting Ronnie finish the search of Lee’s waist, watching as her slave removed the thick leather belt. “This is a two-for-one deal.” She smirked, “Talk about fate and opportunity.”
Ronnie stood and hopped onto the table, sitting close to Javelin, tenderly rubbing her mistress’s neck and shoulders, “So, why keep him? He doesn’t really need to be alive to be bait.”
“You don’t know Tawnya the way I do. And besides, you told me the two are close.” Javelin rolled her head, enjoying the relaxing kneading of Ronnie’s fingers.
“Well, yeah, sorta like brother and sister.” Ronnie added.
“And that will be her undoing. She seems to have a sense about her lately. I’ve seen Tawnya in public a few times.” Javelin sighed “She always was, well, alert. But this is, I don’t know, different. Hell, it’s like she can feel life.” Javelin turned facing Ronnie; the back of her hand floated above the girl’s faded purple T-shirt, teasing Ronnie’s tit, smiling as a hardened nipple made its presence known. “If she feels that he is dead, well, I’ve seen what she can do. With him alive it will hinder her. She will want to rescue the little shit and survive to talk about it.” Javelin frowned, looking sadly into Ronnie’s eyes, her mind reflecting on previous encounters with the immortal woman. “I have been lucky in my past dealings with Tawnya, believe me. I’ll need every advantage. I doubt a loose floor board will save my ass this time.” Javelin sighed, smiling meekly, -god, that bitch has such a sweet flavor, especially when she’s restrained and fighting it.- She shook her head angrily, remembering the hate the two had for each other, “I could have taken her head many times, but humiliating her was far too much fun and more damaging than death. She is a tasty nuisance that I have come to enjoy, but her time has come.” Ronnie glared at her, feeling obsessively jealous, her hands rolled over Javelin’s body, hoping to pleasure her mistress. Javelin enjoyed the slaves fondles for a moment, then shook out of Ronnie’s pleasurable touch, “Tie him up and drag the fucker next door like we planned,” Javelin coarsely ordered, “and stay out of sight. I have an invitation to deliver.”
*
“Come on, Lee, dinner is getting cold,” Tawnya mumbled; the nervousness about her evening plans only fed her irritation with Lee’s uncharacteristic tardiness. The woman had decided to use Sye’s retreat with the Firths as an opportunity to lay everything on the line with Lee. According to the courts it was Lee’s eighteenth birthday and she wanted to make it very special for both. Tawnya dialed the phone, “He did? Umm…What time did you say? Okay, thank you.” Tawnya hung up the phone, frustration giving way to concern. He left the hospital hours ago. She looked at the kitchen clock. It’s almost seven thirty. This isn’t like him…not like Lee AT ALL. He would have called if he was running late or needed a…OH, GOD “X.” The name shook out of her, “Young, if you gave him up I’ll fucking have your head by daylight.” Tawnya hissed through clenched teeth, pacing worriedly between the kitchen and dining room. Her frustration making her imagination run wild, unable to get “X”’s threat of brutality out of her head. Dammit Luther, you need to get him a new cell phone. She shook her head, wishing Lee’s phone had survived the last outing. Maybe it’s what I’m wearing, jinxing the plans. It doesn’t exactly say “Take me, I’m yours.” Too businessy, she thought with fleeting hope, as she looked at the expensive satin burgundy blouse sleeve, then down to her perfectly fitted black slacks, and black dress boots. Tawnya spun around, nearly tripping over her feet as she dashed to the ringing kitchen phone, “Lee?!”
“Nope, just little old me, Bambie.” Javelin chuckled evilly, “So, hear ya have a lost puppy.”
Tawnya’s body stiffened, “How did you get this number?Nnnph…If you harm him in any way I’ll….”
“Shut up and listen, Bitch. The bastard is unharmed, well, for now anyway. But I am immortal and I am sooo bored.”
Tawnya dangled between fear and hate. “What do you want?!” she demanded.
“Temper, temper dear,” Javelin teased, “my sword through the butter of your neck, or yours through mine. The boy’s life hangs in the balance, for him a healthy mortal life, or, well, I am creative.”
“WHERE?!” Tawnya listened to her enemy as Javelin gave the address.
“Oh, and Wolf, this is a private affair. Do come alone, if I feel the presence of another immortal or even get a hint of any of your oother pals, I’ll watch that little fucker of yours choke on his own cock!” Javelin slammed the phone down, “Now for the waiting game, heh give’r ‘bout an hour.” She grunted, sharpening her sword.
“That BITCH!” Tawnya angrily shouted, dropping the phone receiver, franticly racing through the house. She slammed her car door, impatiently waiting for the garage door to open. I’m coming, Lee!
*
- I should have changed, or come better armed at least- a much calmer Tawnya thought, her fingers wrapping tightly around the sheath of her katana. She stood in the dark corner of the warehouse, eyeing the surroundings, feeling Javelin’s immortal presence and very faint indiscernible emotional taps of others on the outer-most range of her empathic ability . - Probably some homeless pricks looking for a place to get out of the cold. It is their type of neighborhood.- She scowled,
- keep your wits about you, girl. Javelin isn’t known to fight fair. Remember what happened in Japan.- She cringed at the horrible memory. “Not this time bitch.” Tawnya whispered, cautiously proceeding through the barren space cluttered with litter and old disregarded office furnishings, snarling when her eyes found her cherished one. Lee had been positioned in the middle of the warehouse under a spotlight, gagged and bound to a chair, his head down into his chest. She fought the reckless urge to run to him, - it’s not just my head on the line, Tawnya looked to the floor then back to Lee. I have to win.-
“You can check him out if you want.” Javelin emerged from the opposite side of the warehouse; the overweight Amazon walked to the unconscious Lee, resting her Claymore sword on her shoulder. Javelin knelt beside him, grabbing his hair and roughly jerking his head up. “Hell, I would if I were you.” She shot a sinister glance to Tawnya, “Might be the last time you see him as a whole person.” She taunted, releasing her hold and backing away as her opponent approached.
“Lee, can you hear me? Lee?” Tawnya ran her fingers through his hair, lifting the dust mask off his face, seeing the rag stuffed inside it and the bottle of chloroform sitting near his left foot. - Looks okay, well, other than that welt on his forehead. Damn, I wish he was…no, better this way. I don’t want him to see this if I lose.- She cast a careful eye to Javelin, who stood with her back to them, watching her stretch out with her sword. Tawnya stroked Lee’s hair tenderly, whispering into his ear in her native French, “Always for you and always with you. I love you.”
Javelin used the highly polished blade as a mirror, watching silently as Tawnya very gently lifted Lee’s head and planted a much more than sisterly kiss upon his mouth. -Brother and sister my ass, Ronnie.- she thought, angered by the show of affection.
Tawnya took one last loving look at Lee and then slowly rose, taking off her long dark coat, “Let’s be done with this!” She demanded, unsheathing her katana sword, murderously eyeing Javelin as she moved away from Lee.
“Awe…What? No time for small talk?” Javelin taunted, gripping and twisting her fingers around her sword’s lengthy grip, “I’m hurt. After all, we have shared so much together,” She said perversely, flicking her tongue at Tawnya, as they circled each other. Javelin eyed Tawnya’s business-like attire, frowning as she launched another taunt. “Going for the corporate look now.” Javelin shook her head, sighing, remembering a nearly ninety-year-old encounter, “Ya remember Paris? Mmm, suppose you don’t have those little britches or corset anymore?” She smiled, “God, you looked so fucking hot! Have to tell ya, I had a lot of fun stripping you out of them.” Javelin teased with a detestably taunting purr. Tawnya ignored Javelin’s attempts at breaking her concentration. Javelin huffed, shaking her head, “Fine! Hummph, guess I was wrong, thought you would want to drag the last moments of your life out. Ah hell, fuck it, come on bitch, its time for me to earn my pay!” She growled, seeing the sudden change in Tawnya’s stern facial expression.
Tawnya raised her sword. “Pay?”
“You haven’t figured this out?” The Amazon laughed, “Christ, bitch….SHITTT!” Javelin leaned back, quickly moving in retreat, dodging and ducking the well-disciplined swipes of Tawnya‘s blade. She swore loudly, unable to bring her sword to bear, struggling to create distance and make a proper defense.
-Damn she is agile.- Tawnya broke off her attack. - Don’t let her bait you into the dark!- She thought, hating the idea of giving up the first strike advantage.
“You really shook things up, ya know. That witch you’re looking for can’t afford meddling…. ARRRRGHHHHH!” Javelin charged, her slices and thrusts easy blocked and dodged by the skilled woman. “See you haven’t lost your edge.” Javelin acknowledged, tipping her head, “Fight well and maybe I’ll kill him…” she nodded to the slumbering hostage, “quick.”
-That is what this is about. A contract?!- Tawnya blew out the breath she had been unknowingly holding. The two women’s swords locked in a series of attacking blows and finally breaking away, neither woman able to find an opening to draw first blood. “You could have just called me out for this,” Tawnya gulped a breath of air, “Why get him involved? He isn’t part of…” She ducked, twisting, too close to raise her sword, her back to Javelin. Tawnya twisted again, driving the hilt of her sword into the woman’s face, grinning as Javelin howled painfully, blindly swinging her sword in a defensive sweep. Tawnya felt the breeze of the blade wash over her face as it narrowly passed over her arched body, using the momentum of the backward movement to continue a back flip. Another painful bellow emanated from Javelin as Tawnya’s boot tip hammered into her jaw.
“NGGGGHHH!!!!” Javelin tried to shake off the pain, sensing her dangerous opponent charging in. Only the lucky quick action of her own blind charge and moderate body movement combined with the high block of her sword prevented Tawnya from landing a fatal strike to her neck. The two women were crammed together, cheek to cheek, for a breath of a second. Javelin grunted harshly, launching Tawnya backward onto the floor. Javelin retreated, using the small respite to let her eyes clear, feeling damn lucky to still have her head. She leaned forward, pigishly snorting the blood out of her nose, shifting her jaw, shaking her head, dragging the white Long John sleeve under her nose. She painfully grinned. Seeing the trail of blood and mucus, she raised her sunken plotting eyes to Tawnya, heaving in deep breaths as she spoke. “Him…mmph…” Javelin winced, as her immortal healing abilities moved her broken nose back into place, she shook her head, “Been watching you two for a while…”
The two launched into another series of savage fencing blows then withdrew. “Been want’n to pay the fucker back for Wor Locks for a hell of a long time.” Javelin panted, her body heaving in gulps of air, forcing a dark giggle, “You actually provided me with a reason, humph, ya know, a little pay and a little play.” She said, her voice descending into a vengeful growl. Javelin glared at her opponent. Tawnya stood feet away from her, like a guardian with Lee behind her. The woman’s burgundy blouse partially untucked, her dark hair mildly disheveled falling loose from a hastily made braid. -Damn, this isn’t working as I hoped. Christ, I haven’t even laid a knuckle on her. Shoulda killed the cock sucker…humph…The bitch is too damn focused.-Javelin’s mind raced as the two tore into each other again. She remembered the kiss, “DAMN!” Javelin growled in ugly jealousy,- SO FUCKING OBVIOUS!-
Tawnya felt the hammer of Javelin’s fist impact her cheek, spinning her around and knocking her to the floor. She quickly rolled onto her back, seeing the enraged Amazon standing over her holding the sword like a giant knife preparing to drive its point into her heart. Tawnya twisted away, the blade slicing into her right blouse sleeve, grazing her arm. She captured Javelin’s legs in a scissors kick, the behemoth fell to the floor, swearing, both of them snatching up their swords and scrambling away from each other.
Tawnya concentrated, exercising extreme combat discipline, resisting the urges of the volatile blend of motherly, sisterly and lover-in-waiting emotions, beckoning her to charge in and attack recklessly. Javelin trembled in both jealous rage and apprehension.
Tawnya felt something swelling within her; she grinned murderously. In all her encounters with the bitch she had lacked something other than the human need to simply live and it led to many a humiliating forced climax from the nine hundred-year-old Javelin. This time was very different. She shot a glance to a very unaware Lee. - He’s my reason for living, my home, fuck her, fuck the Coven, fuck the immortal prize!- The new-found confidence consumed her. Tawnya attacked savagely, no longer breaking away. Javelin could hardly keep up, she was tiring, totally bewildered by the mysterious second wind that seemed to rekindle her adversary. Steam of evaporating sweat hovered around the two women as they clashed, each of them frustrating the other’s efforts to capitalize on an opportunity or fatal opening, by skillful use of sword or well-placed fist and kick. Tawnya spit the blood from her mouth, staying in the light, breathing heavily as Javelin retreated into a dark corner, leaning on a column, trying to recover from the onslaught.
“The job harder than you expected?” Tawnya mocked, ignoring the stinging, as sweat washed over the healing cut on her left forearm.
“Just need to catch my breath, Bitch.” Javelin huffed bitterly, “Don’t get cocky. This is just foreplay. You’re just like the others, just delaying the inevitable. At least you are making it fun!” She drew a deep labored breath, “But alas, all good things come to an end!” Javelin charged out in a reckless run, her sword rising then lashing out in a savage slice aimed at Tawnya’s belly. The woman swiftly dropped to the floor dodging the blade, rolling and ending up behind Javelin. Tawnya spotted an opening as she scrambled to her knees; she thrust her sword between Javelin’s legs until the hand guard rested on the back of her thigh.
The Claymore sword fell to the floor with an odd metallic echo. Javelin’s eyes opened wide in shock and disbelief, seeing the glint of the katana’s blade between her legs. Her skin crawled as she felt the razor-like edge slice through her torn blue jeans and into her upper thigh. An awful guttural bellow exploded out of her throat as the blade cut through the meat. Tawnya pulled the blade back feeling the vibrations travel into her hand as the blade dragged over bone. The deep cut and sliced artery soaked her enemy’s pant leg in a gush of blood. Javelin staggered, her hand clenching the gash trying to stop the bleeding, feeling her life flow out of her. She knew it was over as she fell to her knees. Her immortal healing abilities struggled to stop the blood loss and repair the damage, Javelin needed time, something that she no longer had.
“Now to finish this once and for all.” Tawnya clambered to her feet, watching the color go out of Javelin’s face. She stood at her victim’s side, taking a deep breath. - After all the centuries of bullshit you put me through, I dispatch you to hell.- Tawnya raised her sword above her head, boldly speaking the curse of the grand immortal game. “There can be only one!”
The sudden emotional pulse caught Tawnya off guard; she was so engulfed in ending Javelin’s miserable existence that she had totally ignored her empathic ability. The katana sword flew out of her hands as she was bum rushed from behind.
“NO, EMILY, NO!” The high shrill of a feminine voice penetrated Tawnya’s ear as she and her unseen attacker tumbled over Javelin. Tawnya struggled, twisting onto her back, her legs draped over Javelin who was hunched forward, clinging to life by a thread.
Ronnie struggled beneath Tawnya, trying to wrap her arms around her, the effort hindered as the woman drove her elbow into Ronnie’s stomach, forcing her to let go.
“Jesus!” Tawnya muttered, seeing the torn jeans and T-shirt of the girl charging in on her. Amanda grimaced running into Tawnya’s raised boots, ending up on her back as the woman launched her backwards. Tawnya struggled to roll out and get to her knees. - Dammit, Javelin. What have you done?- She drove a harsh backhanded fist into Javelin’s head, knocking the woman back down as she feebly tried to sit up. -These are Dree’s friends. I don’t want to kill them…-
“Mummmmph!!!” Ronnie clung on to Tawnya’s right arm, forcing her leg between Tawnya’s thighs, sitting on the woman’s calf, trapping her right leg in an awkward figure-four leg lock. Amanda slid down on her knees, capturing Tawnya’s left arm as it flailed in the air trying to keep the woman balanced, pulling it tightly into her chest. Tawnya yelped painfully as the three fell backward, her right knee being stretched by Ronnie’s uncomfortable position behind her.
“Huh? What?” Javelin shook out of the death like fog, trying to comprehend what was happening, seeing her two enslaved cohorts struggle to restrain Tawnya. She teetered on the edge of temporary death, barely able to grin as the slow realization of what was occurring started to sink in. -Thank…God for witches… and their potions.- Javelin stared at her sword, shaking her head. -Can...barely pick myself up, much less…- she shook off the extreme sleepy grip of death. -Yeah that’ll do.- She felt the wound healing as she pulled herself to Lee, she grabbed the chloroform, sloppily dumping all the bottle’s contents into the dust mask.
Javelin fell on top of the pile of women, using all the strength she could muster to place the mask over Tawnya’s face. The trapped woman twisted and turned savagely trying to escape the fume filled mask but Javelin’s heavy hands held it firmly in place. She felt the liquid stream down the side of her cheeks, chin and neck. - No, not again you bitch…Oh God …Lee…- “COOGGHHFF!” Javelin’s fist drove into Tawnya’s stomach, forcing her take involuntary deep breaths of the vapors. Light-headedness began to settle in; her defiant writhing slowed. Javelin smiled, feeling Tawnya’s body going limp beneath her.
“Baby, are you ok?” Ronnie anxiously asked, as she and Amanda climbed out of the pile. Both girls quickly helped their mistress to her knees.
“Yeah, yeah, one of you cunts get me some water. A shit load of it. OH, oh, oooh!” Javelin’s arms flailed as she fell on top of Tawnya; both slaves let her go, eager to fulfill her wishes, “Fuck, I said only one, nngh! Amanda, you fucking do it, fucking stupid bitch.” She felt Ronnie’s hands on her arm starting to pull her up. “Get off me.” Javelin purred, “I kind’a like it here, mmm, it takes me back.” Javelin’s fingers began to surf, exploring Tawnya‘s body. -Oh, man, this never gets old. Damn! God she’s so cute when she’s out cold, hell she looks so…so angelic. Damn girl, it might be only the blood loss talking but today I really wish I had a cock.- She pulled close to Tawnya’s ear, caressing the smooth flesh of her cheek, whispering with evil seduction, “Bambie, honey, your life is sooo going to change. You shouldn’t have kissed him.” Javelin invaded Tawnya’s mouth in a ravenous kiss and glared at Lee, “Ronnie, there’s been a change in plans!”
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