Alexis reached for her notepad, quill in helping hand. As she opened the leather bound capsule, she began rereading the previous weeks'workplace. Flashes of images and choicely cut prison term play through her mind. In one such scene, she is standing in battlefront of her self. All she sees is a face of disdain upon her face. Everything fades to bleak as she continues flipping through the blood soaked sheepskin, and a new image takes dominance. In this bit she is disembodied, no feeling of worldly connection surround Alexis, and she sees a shoulder leaking crimson. A deep primal hunger takes form, and then hunger gives way to shame. shame towards feeling well-chosen, disgrace towards wanting to be loved, and a hen-peck disgustedness that she has and is brought low by her emotions. She feels dirty, faulty for wanting anything, especially screw. Her mind become quicksilver, changing the scene faster and faster, building to a crescendo she can't avoid. It always ends the same."I love you"Alexis rustle into her ear. And in that minute, she vanishes, and the conniption changes to her watching a little girl in a aqua dress running through a maze, scared to her wits end. Chasing her is a raging wildcat of a man, and in the girls mind is a little voice attempting to get everything together, but no one's listening to it, and breaks the little lady friend into shattered glass, only to ramp up her up and do it again. Alexis dips her quill into her ink pot, only to find it empty. Upon this predicament, Alexis rises from her desk, and stretch for her knife. A smoothen, elegant, curved reap hook like blade is in her hand, ink pot in the other. A slowly, excruciating piece over her wrists, and she sees her own blood. That same deep hunger resurges, and she fails to supress it. Within bit, her backtalk is clasped upon her wrist, drinking the fluid like a suckling cervid. Still drinking, she slumps against her bed, dependence kicking in. bare instant later, she feels tears tugging at the corners of her mouth.
Fifteen minutes later, she's forgotten why she needs hers ink pot, her mind a crimson haze. As the haemorrhage stops, a weak"no'escapes her throat."No, don't you stop. I need this"she whimpers quietly to herself, entire of need and regret, whilst reaching for her tongue. Before she can begin anew, there is a smash at her door. In a panic, she drops the ink pot and tongue."Shit !"she exclaims at the broken porcelain."What was the Lexi ?"a adult female's voice says from the other side of the door."Sorry mum,"she replies hastily, wiping the profligate off of her mouth and dragging the arm of her shirt down,"you just startled me and I dropped my ink pot. seed in"Alexis's threshold vacillation exposed, and in forepart of her is a red hirsute woman in her thirties."Lexi, are you doing anything tomorrow night ?"her mother, Lindsey, asks."Yeah, I'm going to Olivia's remember ?"Alexis states.
"That's undecomposed, you should get out more,"her mother replies distractedly, exiting Alexis's room."Now where were we,"Alexis begins in a mussitate, reaching for her knife. Within mere moments, the leaf blade is kissing her pale flesh, reaping a new trail of rip in its wake. She places the knife upon her desk, reaching for perfume and earbuds. She unscrews the vial, and soaks the mind in the angelical smell liquid. As she wipes the bud across her gash, the inebriant therein seeping into the sassy wounds, her breathing becomes hollow and laboured. Again she reaches for her knife, removes her shirts, leaving her coat of arms cold and bare. With the knife in her will hand, she raises the leaf blade to her right shoulder, and then begins carving shaving of her own build off, devouring them like a starving orphan would a five track meal, as her Nox becomes an investigation in sensual masochism.
Alexis stifles a scream as shampoo filled urine shower down her binding, soaking into her knife marks and hashes."Bitch,"she curses under her breathing spell. She turns off the shower and attire for schooling, then brews her morning coffee."Mum ?"Alexis cry, bringing the Milk up the stairs with her."Yes Lexi ?"Lindsey response groggily, rising from the sofa."coffee bean ?"
"You have to ask ?"
"I'm on it."
That good afternoon, Olivia was in a mind DoS that could be only described as erratic. She could finally tell Alexis how she felt, but a million doubts plagued her psyche. What if she doesn't feel the same ? What if she thinks I'm messing with her ? Olivia's idea began doing what it did best, it twisted things. She turned on her stereoscopic picture, if only to cull her own inner dialogue."I meant it when I said ‘ I wan na get well,'” the speakers blare with a Titan's vox. Despite the cacophony, the controversy in her principal furore on. This continues well on until Alexis arrives, and ceases upon said arrival.
Alexis pauses at the door, her fist an inch from knocking. ‘ Are we surely we should enjoin her ?'one of the three other voices in her head begins. ‘ Yes ? No ? Maybe ?'Another chimed."Since when are we ever sure,"Alexis asks herself. ‘ Never, you know this'the live on one retorts."In that lawsuit,"Alexis starts out loud,"Fuck it, at least this way we have a modicum of ascendancy over the situation"
As Alexis walks into Olivia's elbow room, the two girls have the same persuasion, ‘ Do I just state her ? No, not yet.'“ Hey Liv,"Alexis begins."Hey… do you want a cup of coffee or something ?"Olivia questions, rising off her bed.
"Yes please. Coffee is friend."
"How do you bear yours ?"Olivia asks, catching a Thomas More than well-disposed glance over Alexis. ‘ Oi, if you want that, you have to ask'an annoying part of her intellect chirped as she exits the spacious room."image strength, one sugar"Alexis response, her mind playing her everything she wants Olivia to do to her, much to the disheartenment of a few of the fair sex in her head. The girls finish their drinks, and Olivia's eyes motion-picture show to the alcohol storage locker."You know,"she begins suggestively,"My dad probably wouldn't notice a few missing bottleful, and he's on later shift today."Olivia nods towards the storage locker. ‘ Getting her rummy probably won't supporter the billet'that Saame annoying subdivision of her intellect reminds her."You're surely your sire won't bill ?"Alexis asks, staring at the storage locker like a jumping spider stalking prey."Yeah. He only checks when he has to put stuff in it or if he has a date over, which is … almost never."
"Really ? Whatever booze is in my house is effectively logged and tagged. There'd be no way for me to nobble even a sip at my house."Alexis country as she rinses her cup out."Hey,"she questions,"how acuate do you mean these knife are,"as she points to the knife block.
"Umm…"Olivia begins, unlocking the intoxicant cabinet,"I sharpened them last week, so very"Again, Alexis's psyche play back lewd and depraved scenes while she watches Olivia unlock the locker, her face as red as her hair.
"I didn't know you liked knives Lex"Olivia remark, brushing away her Negroid whisker as she places a full phase of the moon bottle of tequila on the table."So… why does your dad have so much alcohol if he hardly drinks ?"Alexis asks, placing two vino flutes on the table."Well,"Olivia begins, unscrewing the bottle and pouring out two half specs,"he won first jimmy for this work fundraiser thing, and some of it's from my aunt, mostly because she leaves giving until the concluding min. So the only thing he's actually bought himself there is a bottle of red wine"
"Ugh. Wine is disgusting"Alexis says, then presses the wine flute to her sassing, and Olivia follows suit. As the tequila slides down both of the girls'throat, both coughing from the burning sensation.
30 minutes later, Olivia is grabbing a feeding bottle of rum and a bottle of Scotch, and is fumbling with the storage locker ignition lock. Click. Olivia and Alexis drumhead to Olivia's room."You know what,"Olivia wind, sitting against the headboard of her bed,"I really don't know all that often about you. I want to vary that. Let's bid truth or dare."
"Umm… sure. I'll start,"Alexis slurs"verity or dare ?"
"Truth,"Olivia replies with the speed of a whip.
"Are you a virgin ?"
"Yes. I haven't found anyone I'd do that for yet. Ok, truth or dare ?"
"Hmm… Dare"
"… take … Off… your blouse"Olivia orders, emphasising each word.
"…Umm… Ok ?"Alexis close shave, unbuttoning her blouse, starting from the bottom and working her way up.
"You tease"Olivia complains like a five year old being denied a candy bar. As Alexis removes her blouse, Olivia notices 100 of G of cutting off and scratch over her blench bod."Wha…"Olivia stammer, ‘ So, is she like us ?'the voice in Olivia's head asks."I should just-"Alexis begins, but then is cut off."No its ok."Olivia removes her jump shot, revealing arms covered in interlocking scars."Just sit down"she rises, placing her hired hand on Alexis's red raw shoulders."Hiiiifff"Alexis hisses as Olivia's sweaty palms rest upon the morning's wounds. Olivia quickly jerks her helping hand upwards."Sorry ! Are you ok ?"she blurts."You have no idea how many prison term I've intellection of you doing something like that to me"she whispering into Olivia's ear, pulling her friends hands back upon her berm, embracing the pain."Why do you think there are so many scars ?"Alexis continues."But that's goose egg compared to what I want to do to you,"she concludes, biting down on Olivia's exposed neck, and is met with a cacophony of groan when she begins grinding her teeth against the cutter flesh. Despite her right efforts however, Alexis doesn't draw blood line. She spins Olivia around, throwing her into the bed and propensity over her"where do you preserve your blade ?"she asks demandingly, ancestry from her shoulder dripping onto Olivia's goodly breasts."Th-there"she stutters through a moan, pointing to a set of drawers on the other face of the room."When I'm back, you better have yours up"Alexis whisper, and leaves for the knife. Olivia lays on her back, unclasping her bra. Alexis returns, a thinly, unbowed blade in her manus."I thought I told you to lay back up."She orders. Olivia grabs Alexis by the articulatio humeri, digging her pollex into the gashes, pulling her chief to her breasts."Drink up."Olivia whispers to a moaning and squirming Alexis,"Go on, croak me the knife,"she demands passively, rolling Alexis onto her back, Olivia on top of her."My room, my rules,"she orders, running the knife along Alexis's inner calf, drawing a river of rakehell from the pallid flesh. Alexis begins breathing heavily. A repellent smiling bid across Olivia's brass as she notices Alexis moan and her heart close."You really wanted this didn't you ?"she whispers slyly in Alexis's ear, dragging the knife high-pitched up Alexis's leg, until it hits her skirt."Y-ye-yes,"Alexis stammer, fighting through pain and lust.
Olivia held Alexis's sleeve above her head, pushing the woman against the wall, kissing her passionately. Olivia began slowly, excruciatingly dragging the knife down Alexis's consistency, carving sigils into her white meat. The two girls stare into each former's eyes, and Olivia rosiness, then digs the tongue into Alexis's stomach and twists. Alexis's breathing become heavy and quick as starve takes restraint. She moans as Olivia shoves her rear against the paries, whispering"You've been a bad girl. It's time you were punished."Olivia's hand outlet Alexis's arms, and finds the Aythya americana's neck opening."Yes schoolmarm,"Alexis screams as Olivia rakes her nails down her cut, digging tearing while she laps at the blood like deer at a pool, tongue on the floor in front of her. Olivia drags Alexis by the neck opening, knife in hand, and throws her to the ground in front of the room access. She climbs on to Alexis, and begins driving the blade deeper into Alexis's collar-bone neighborhood, and stops an in from the hilt, the blade protruding above Alexis's breast."Oh gods we love you"Alexis manages to stammer, as she throws Olivia off of her and onto the bed, slowly removing the tongue from under her pinch os. Momentarily, Alexis carves a Saint Mark of ownership into Olivia's thigh, about ten centimetre from her vagina, a crosshatched Fleur-de-lis. She begins lapping up the blood, biting at the wound like a rabid animal. Olivia pulls Alexis away from the injury, much to the Aythya americana's dismay, and whispers"Why don't you try something a niggling sweeter,"placing her hand under Alexis's chin, bringing her in finisher."My safe Bible is blueberry bush,"Olivia whispers, bending to turn over Alexis's ear as she stares at Olivia's clean shaven pussy.
Olivia's legs were on Alexis's shoulders as orgasm hit her like tonne of bricks, and she let loose a athirst groan as Alexis bit down on her clitoris, then began sawing at it with her teeth."Huh… huh… B… Bl ... blueberry !"Olivia squealed through orgasm."M ... My t-turn,"Olivia trouser, fumbling for the knife as Alexis removes her forefront from between Olivia's legs, and kisses Olivia, her glossa probing deeply. Olivia's hired man finds the knife, and she rolls Alexis onto her backrest, growling like a tiger. Olivia flips the tongue, her hand holding the blade, and whispers demandingly,"the solely sounds I want out of you are groan and the Son ‘ yes Mistress ’. Understood ?"
"Yes Mistress"Alexis whine as Olivia drags the hilt of the knife up her leg, leaving a trail of Olivia's blood along the way. Soon, Olivia begins slamming the hilt into Alexis, carving a deep slash in her own palm."oh-oh-oh-oh- Ol-ii-vv-iaaaah"Alexis squeals as Olivia twists the tongue when she reaches orgasm, sweat working its way in to the rut left from earlier."A-aa-again"Alexis pleads breathlessly.
"well, aren't we greedy ? Maybe if you beg, I might imagine about it,"Olivia state, a cruel smiling playing across her lips.
"Pleeeeaaassssee ?"Alexis whines, the tack sticking to her book binding.
"Please what ?"Olivia asks, placing down the tongue and licking her bloody palm.
"Please fuck me"
"Please fuck me, what ?"Olivia whispering, walking her fingers up Alexis's scarred stomach.
"Please fuck me, Mistress"She pleads.
"Oh… I don't know,"Olivia begins, flicking Alexis's button,"you're being very pushy. You know I don't like it when you get pushy"
"Pleeeeaaassssee, schoolmistress ?"
"Well, since you asked so nicely,"Olivia whispers, stealing a kiss, then cups her hired hand and begins rubbing Alexis,"yes, Pet."
Alexis wakes up to a blinding visible radiation, coming from the window above the bed on the former side of the elbow room. Holding onto her is Olivia, face blissful, a complete contrast to the blade in her left deal. Alexis lays there, surrounded by a pocket billiards of blood and a few discharge bottle. She lays there, waiting for Olivia to climb up, not wanting the moment to end."Christ Within bad"Olivia cardiac murmur, turning her face into Alexis's stomach. As Olivia nestle in closer, Alexis studies the mark lacing the fille's back. After semi-careful discipline, Alexis gazes around the room, and notices the blood discolouration on the bed, and her clothes strewn across the storey. While this occurs, Olivia removes herself from Alexis, and scans the room."Did we do what I think we did last night,"Olivia asks groggily."well,"Alexis manages to blur,"I'd say the scratch on our backs are a pretty sure sign, Mistress."Olivia scans the elbow room, her mind still a crimson daze."Did ... You did bring spare clothes right ?"she yawns, the fugue slowly relinquishing under the weight of the morning brightness level and the tastes of line and mucus."Yeah. Mum seemed like she wanted me out of the menage for the night,"Alexis smudge, rising and licking the profligate off of her trunk."How do we taste together ?"Olivia probe, helping Alexis out of the pool of blood.
"Why don't you taste for yourself ?"Alexis leans Olivia into her bosom, as a knock on the door interrupts them.
"Olivia ? You up ?"A man's voice calls from the other side of the door.
"Uhh… don't come in, I'm getting arrange !"Olivia yell, thoroughly startled."Get in the closet,"she whispers to Alexis, throwing a black blanket over the pond of blood."You can come in in now,"Olivia shouts, dressed in calamitous dungaree and glum blue long sleeved under shirt. From console's key-hole, Alexis sees a short, viking-esque man enter Olivia's way."Moring sweetie,"the man says, giving Olivia hug, his head at her shoulder joint peak."break of the day pa"
"You sure you don't have anything… to a lesser extent churl to wear ?"Olivia's founding father, David asks, his paw reaching for the closet door, covering the Key-hole in the summons. ‘ Well, we're boned'all three interpreter in Alexis's school principal nation unanimously.
"Alexis ?"Jacques Louis David states, dumbstruck. He whirls around, and embraces Olivia, lifting her off the reason."Sweetie, why didn't you tell me you were gay ?"
"blueberry bush !"Olivia squeals, and Alexis nearly doubles over from laughter, still nude.
"What ?"David doubtfulness, putting Olivia down."Wait, I don't think I want to know. I'll go make breakfast, you two make your self look decent."
To Be Continued… Maybe