Slave
“Uh uh uh uh uh uh oh yeah oh fuck me, baby, oh yeah, oh fuck oh fuck oh oh oh oh you’re hittin my spot, oh fuck you’re hittin my spot…”
Jessica enjoyed the thrill of a midday’s fuck inside the little studio apartment she was using. Anna’s body was curvy and soft and her hair was that nice curly black as she rubbed her wetness all over the shorter blonde. Anna’s body was like wet rubber the way it made squishing noises as the two women fucked; it was beautiful and so was she, but it contrasted against the small blonde’s big artificial tits and her tanned legs and nice ass. Anna was about a good soft voluptuous 5’10” and Jessie was at 5’8” and while not passing for a fitness model, fit enough. Jessica groaned and moaned in delight; this was what it was all about. Work at Terry’s was tonight, but for now, it was a little afternoon delight for her and her new girlfriend.
Anna- Man… that was fucking awesome. You just fucking rock at this shit… I think I’m falling in love with you.
Jessica- Awww, you make me feel so good inside when you say stuff like that, Anna. But you know the rules; ah’ve got work in a few and I need to clean up before ah go.
Anna- Can’t we just do one more quickie before you go?
Anna had told just about every girl she’s fucked that she was in love. But Anna really felt a genuine sense of love for Jessica; it was as if Jessie’s sex was an addiction. Anna looked around the wall of the bedroom and saw the nice blood red paint, but was more interested in the different varieties of dildos hanging on the wall, each one wrapped in plastic and stamped like a comic book collector‘s prized possessions. Anna sees the chains and whips and masks and objects that look like grapes, a set of penis-shaped keys, some sort of propeller looking contraption that she believed was a fan at first, and a bunch of drumstick-shaped massagers next to a basket full of batteries. The rest of the apartment didn’t have the look of this bedroom, and it was very clean. Anna couldn’t quite understand why she was being asked to leave, but she didn’t really worry herself with it. This had happened several times before, and the sex was good; Anna was beginning to get used to it.
Jessica- Ah have to clean this whole place up before ah go to work, sweetie. Ah can’t go to work with stuff all messy; when ah come home, ah like to come home to a clean place.
Anna- Ohhhh, okay Jess, but I really could’ve used another quickie before I leave. You’re just so good at this, and there are so many different tools to experiment with here.
Jessica- Anna babe, we’ll do this again real soon. Ah promise we will.
The big raven haired girl got up off the king sized bed with the purple covers and put her clothes on. She took her time as Jessie began to pick up the pizza boxes from the last few days and then, starts vacuuming. As soon as Anna left, Jessie picked up the phone, and after waiting a few minutes, she put in a call.
Jessica- Yeah Tracy… you wanna come over and fuck me?… Oh no, ah’m just straightening up around here… yeah, ah’ve been missing you too… Okay, ah’ll leave the door open for you.
Jessica hung up the phone and jumped on the bed, rolling around in glee. She was getting close to her quota for the week, and it was only Tuesday. The door opened and closed. Jessica didn’t hear any footsteps and got to her feet immediately, wondering who this could be as she moved back into the front room.
“Hey there, Jessie.”
Jessica- Stacey? Hi Stacey… ah didn’t know you were back in town.
Stacey was a very small girl, but well defined. She stood at 5’2” and had dark red hair, almost to the degree that it was black at nighttime. Stacey had slanted gypsy like eyes and high cheekbones and thin but nice lips. She had honey brown skin, small but defined biceps, and a big ass and strong thighs. She was wearing a black hoody (sweatshirt with a hood) and blue jeans with dark blue Timberland boots and the 22-year old from Milwaukee looked about as innocent and harmless as could be as she came in with a duffle bag and a basketball. When Stacey spoke, her voice was like Minnie Mouse, very light and very sweet and barely noticeable.
Stacey- I’ve been in town; I’ve just been busy doing stuff before I decided to come here.
Jessica towered over Stacey and extended her arms outward for a hug. Stacey was half Black and half Filipino and she took off her hoody to reveal a black tank top and a black panther tattoo on her left shoulder. She and Jessica hugged as Jessica stuck her small hand under Stacey’s shirt and rubbed her stomach, across her muscles accenting her solar plexus to the defined line that runs right down the middle of it to her navel, which was round and stuck in slightly, but the “nut” portion of the navel stuck out, to her super sensitive lower belly below it. Stacey was moaning and groaning as the blonde’s knuckles were forcing her to really get into the spirit of things as she began to back up towards the couch.
Jessica- Don’t ah treat you good, baby? Aren’t you a good little girl?
Stacey- Uhhhh… you do… uhhh… yes, you do. But you’ve been so bad, Jessie.
Jessica- Oh baby… oh baby… how bad have ah been?
Stacey stepped back and held Jessica’s hand in her own, panting and smiling. Stacey pulled the blonde forward and slammed a vicious right hook into her stomach, just above the navel.
Jessica- UUUUGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!
Jessica doubled over hard; her eyes and mouth were wide open and saliva began to drizzle. She couldn’t breath at all and she felt like she was going to die as the redhead’s knuckles grinded into her belly. Stacey quickly took a step back, assuming her boxer’s stance with her right leg forward because she‘s left handed, her legs bent in a crouch, and her arms raised, and she banged a hard right hook to Jessica’s exposed left side.
Jessica- AUHHHHH!!!
Stacey- You better not go down, bitch! Stand the fuck up NOW!!
Jessica- (sobbing) Stacey… pleassssse, Staceyyyyy…. ah didn’t do anythingggggg…. Please stopppppp.
Stacey- Yeah right, bitch… (getting in Jessica’s face as she stands back up) you’ve been fucking giving freebees away without charging these bitches to fuck you!! You’ve been letting these bitches fuck you for FREE!!!
Jessica- No ah haven’tttttt…. Stacey, ah swear… ah haven’t--- AHHHH!!!
Stacey slapped Jessica hard with a closed right hand and the blonde staggered back as Stacey stepped in a gave her a hard uppercut to her stomach, lifting the tall blonde up on her toes with an “UFFFF!!!” and then flooring her with a left cross to her jaw, “Unnhhhhh!!!!”
Stacey- Bitch, get the fuck up!!
Jessica was sobbing as she turned over on her stomach and got to her hands and knees, only to have the tiny girl kick her hard in the ribs and continue to kick her, looking to hook her foot around and get her stomach. Jessica was screaming as the little redhead yanked her over onto her back and jumped, slamming both of her petite feet onto Jessica’s stomach, and forcing a horrified “OOUUGGHHHH!!!!” from her.
Stacey- Let me fucking tell you something, bitch. You don’t fuck anybody without that bitch paying the fucking rate… I am the only bitch who you fuck for free and that is because I own your bitch ass. I come back here from fucking Milwaukee and all my problems back home and you’re here with that stripper whore fucking and she ain’t fucking paying?! You didn’t think I was gonna find out, Jessica?
Jessica- (screaming and sobbing) AH’M SORRY STACEY!!! AH’M SORRYYYYY, PLEASE DON’T BEAT ME….
Stacey- Bitch, you better keep the fucking noise down, because if somebody calls the police, then I’m gonna fuck you up even worse.
Stacey stood over the much taller blonde as Jessie backed into a corner and brought her knees up, covering herself up.
Stacey- Bitch, you’re sorry huh?
Stacey, pulled the chain off of the black leather dummy hanging in the bedroom and lashed it on Jessie’s knee. The blonde screamed again and Stacey quickly swiped the chain across the blonde’s mouth, forcing a deep cut.
Stacey- Now move again, bitch! I fucking dare you to move. It smells like a fucking French whorehouse in here, but all I see are unpaid bills! Where the fuck is the fucking money?!!
Jessica stood up and turned around. Stacey ripped the white t-shirt off of the blonde and ripped off the white panties. Stacey began to lash Jessica across the back with the chain, each lash opening up a cut or creating a deep bruise. Jessica could only sob silently, and if she dropped to her knees, Stacey hit her in the back of her head.
Stacey- Get the fuck up!!
Jessica and Stacey had known each other since grade school. Jessica was from Athens, Georgia and Stacey was from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, but the two went to elementary school together in New Orleans. Jessica remembered when she was 13 and Stacey was ten, that Stacey stole her lunch during recess. Jessica didn’t know what to do about it, but was encouraged to confront the tiny poor girl by her friends. When Jessica confronted Stacey, she only wanted to tell the biracial girl that she could have asked her for some food and she would have gotten it, but Stacey snapped and beat her up in front of everyone after school. Even the teachers were laughing at Jessica as the much smaller and quiet Stacey doubled her over with stomach shot after stomach shot and put her in a headlock, battering her face. Jessica would get on the bus and be forced to sit next to Stacey, and the gut shot beatings would take place every day on the way to school. Sometimes, Stacey would catch Jessica in the hallway and punch her in the stomach just for the hell of it. Stacey was always held in pretty high regard by the teachers in high school, but that was probably because she was sleeping with them. Stacey made all A’s through those four years and continued to beat up on Jessica, eventually, getting her in the showers during gym class and having sex with her… well, more like forcing Jessica to have sex with her. Jessica never really tried to fight Stacey back; she would often try to be friends with the toughest girls in school to distance herself from Stacey. But unfortunately, those girls were all straight and would beat up Jessica if she tried to come on to them.
Stacey liked guys too, and Stacey would get into fights with the other girls in the bathrooms or in the neighborhoods, but never out in the open at school like with Jessica. Stacey would get threatened and a lot of times, girls would be looking to jump her, but Stacey started carrying a gun, mace, brass knuckles and a knife. Despite the Columbine High School shooting, the security did not search bags and no one suspected Stacey to be involved in anything anyway. She knew how to play that small innocent girl role when she needed to. One time, a group of girls surrounded Stacey in the hallway and they were escorting Stacey to the bathroom to be jumped, but security showed up and Stacey got them all kicked out of school. Stacey was the biggest slut at the school, and this, along with her big mouth and Napoleonic complex, is what kept her into fights and problems with the other girls, but she could manipulate the teachers and male students in her favor by using her slutty ways. Stacey told Jessica that her mother was one of the pioneering female boxers before Stacey was born and that’s how she learned fighting. Stacey had been homeless and lived a very hard life. She didn’t trust anyone, and she got her money and a scholarship to Tulane University having sex, but once she had Jessica under her control, she decided to pimp the blonde out. Stacey taught Jessica some boxing techniques and taught Jessica a lot of her street wisdom. Jessica had been in fights, sometimes with Stacey watching, and she had won some and lost some, but she could never even imagine standing up to the tiny redhead. And as the bills and the rent got higher after Hurricane Katrina, Stacey only became more violent. As Stacey grabbed a long purple dildo off of the wall and strapped it on over her jeans, Jessica could only imagine what horrors awaited her…
Device’s grinded against the dirty black haired, green eyed woman in the ugly brown trench coat and took the cigarette from the lady’s mouth, putting it in her own. The room was dark and the alcohol was very watered down on this night. The old blonde, May, was on stage and doing her usual ‘riding the imaginary horse’ routine that never gets old for the crowd at Terry’s Tits and Ass Topless Tavern, no matter how old May has gotten. The 6’ tall black haired Device with her blue eyes and green bikini and blue dragon tattoo curving around her body looked fluorescent in the dark blue of the booth.
Device- Soooo, what bring you here, sherie? Who you be?
“I am called The Seeker.”
Device- That right?
Device took the cigarette out of her mouth for a moment, and then took a sip of the Seeker’s scotch.
Device- This some nasty shit you be drinking. So, what you be seeking, Seeker?
Seeker- A woman.
Device- (laughing) Well! I believe you come to the right place for a woman, no? You take your pick; you have any woman here, and if you play your cards right, you may not have to pay for one, ha ha. But we gonna have to give you a bath… the smell of you, ha ha ha.
Seeker- I’ve been on a long journey. And I seek one woman.
Device- And who be this woman you seek, Seeker?
Seeker- Her name is Marie.
Device- Marie… pretty popular name in these parts. (laughing) We got about three or four ‘Marie’ who work here. Only one here right now. But you worry about her later; let me help you get off. That what you come to Device for.
Seeker- She wouldn’t be in a place like this.
Device- Then what the hell you doing here? You should be out looking for her, no?
The Seeker took out a photograph and a syringe. The brunette took her jacket off with Device’s assistance and injected the black liquid into her arm and tears ran down her face as Device cackled and the dragon on the body of the Creole exotic dancer growled and licked its lips. For a moment, Seeker was seeing everything in waves, Device’s body seemed to take on a liquid shape as she smoked and grinded and it seemed as though the dragon was dancing with the black haired Creole as she listened to the Seeker, throwing in a occasional laugh here and there.
Seeker- She was about 5’6” and 130 lbs… she’s got long curly black hair; her hair had this glow to it, this shine, like a glowing sunset in the dark clouds over the rolling waves of the ocean. And her eyes… endless blue eyes… eyes you could just lose yourself in. How I love to love Marie. She was born a poor Mexican; she lived in the streets and came here with her family but she rose above it all and she ruled the world. She was so angelic and so beautiful, with that little mole near her chin and one on her cheek… two beauty marks. I want her so badly… you just don’t understand because this is what you do all the time. You feed the hungry, the sexless, those who want an escape, this whole sexual thing is your business, but Marie… oh sweet Marie Gonzales, she was a virgin and a pure woman the likes of which would never set foot in a place like this.
Device was an army of glowing women with dragon tattoos in the mind of the Seeker as the liquid took hold of her and she felt Device’s hands going into her jacket, under her shirt and rubbing her belly.
Device- So what happened to you and this Marie girl?
Seeker- She dumped me.
Device- AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! I hear everything when I do the lap dances, I tell you. Every story is new and unique and you are a real piece of work, sherie.
Seeker- I could never touch the virgin body of Marie. Sleeping with her was the only way to set her free, but I couldn’t violate her… I was not worthy. Now, I live off prostitutes and this black death I drill inside myself. That which nourishes me, destroys me… until I feel the creamy honey skin of Marie and taste the cherry lips.
Device brings her bare pedicured foot up the Seeker’s mouth and the trench coated brunette allows Device’s big toe access as she sucks it with a fury before burying her face and tongue in the dragon lady’s crotch.
Device- Yessss, taste it. I’ll ring up for another round of this nasty throat burning shit you drinking and I’ll make you forget all about Marie. Taste it… yeahhhhh…
“Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, I’m the fuckin bitch I’m the fuckin bitch…I’m the baddest bitch in here.”
Jessica- Stacey… please stop… its hurting meee…. Ah can’t go on like thissss, you’re gonna tear itttt!! Ah won’t be able to fuck anybody if you tear itttttttt!!!!
Stacey- If I fuckin do, then it’ll heal… you will just have to deal with it. I’ll teach you NOT to fucking cheat on me. If they fuck you and pay, then it’s okay. But when you let them get up in you and you don’t collect from them, then it’s just like cheating on me!! You fucking belong to me, Jessie!! When the fuck are you going to fucking realize that and stop fucking with your life!! Bitch, don’t you know I’ll fucking kill you?!
Stacey was really into hammering Jessica from all angles. She was wearing the big purple Empire Dildo (called the Empire because as you thrust forward with it, like an empire, it expands, and was used by Typhoid Tina on Jessika in the never posted on freecatfights.com third chapter of “Samantha vs. Kayla: Anthology Edition”). Stacey had plenty of toys and devices, but she preferred sex the natural way; punishing Jessica, on the other hand, was a different story. Stacey had the chain wrapped around the much taller blonde’s neck with her left hand and was battering her face with her right hand; Jessica’s eyes were both blackening and Stacey was switching between hammering her face and getting in an occasional shot to her stomach, right on her small slit navel, which looked like a vertical line, but was somehow pierced with a diamond stud. Stacey got a scream out of the battered and bruised Jessica as she dug her finger into the blonde’s navel and tore the piercing out, causing blood to squirt from the little hole like a small geyser.
Stacey- I bought you this… and it’s mine now!!
Stacey heard knocking at the door and got off of Jessica for the moment.
Stacey- (whispering) Who is that? One of your fucks? Another bitch coming here to get a free ride while we’re about to have the fucking electricity turned off? Is that how you do me?
The knocking stopped a few minutes later, and Stacey watched the two small shadows from underneath the door disappear as the person at the door walked away. Stacey stared angrily and cautiously at the door; she was a woman with a lot of enemies and she didn’t know what this could be. She gripped the chain in her hands and pulled the 9mm from under the seat of the couch.
Jessica- Stacey… Stacey… Stacey…
Stacey- WHAT THE FUCK IS IT?!
Jessica- Ah’m sorry… ah love you… please don’t be mad at me plllease?
Stacey- Come here, Jessie.
Stacey hugged Jessica and wrapped her arms around the much taller blonde’s waist in a tight hug, rubbing the beaten girl’s back.
Stacey- (softly) Shhh, it’s okay, baby. It’s okay… I love you. Sometimes, I get a little out of hand, but you have to understand the way I am. And you’ve known me long enough to know how I am. I’m a human being and I have flaws and I have feelings, and I love you and care about you. Shhh, stop crying, it’s okay… Jessica, if you ever let another girl fuck you and she doesn’t pay, I am going to kill you right here in this apartment. I can go back to hooking and hustling to pay the bills around here; I don’t need you wasting our money. Now, I need to bring you to work, don’t I?
Jessica- Yes, Stacey.
The Seeker felt herself being carried by several sets of hands. Then she felt a hot hard red impact to her head and the cold cement… she was outside, and as everything continued its liquid spin, the Seeker could make out a dumpster and feel rain on her bleeding face. She looked up and saw three women, each of them big heavy-set masculine lesbian types, African American with cornrows and jerseys on.
Girl- My name is Asia, and this is China, and this is India. You’re fucked, bitch.
Seeker- Where’s Mongolia? Or for that matter, where in the world is Carmen San Diego?
Asia- Oh you wanna be funny, huh bitch? You order a bunch of drinks and get shit-faced, then you decide to try and skip out. You don’t pull that shit here.
China- We usually let that type of shit go when it isn‘t that expensive, but your tab is right around four hundred dollars, and you got a Device lap dance, which you did pay for, so we were patient with your dirty drugged up ass.
Asia- Otherwise, we woulda been beat the shit out of you… but better late than never, right bitch?
The three women began to kick the Seeker in the ribs over and over again. They stripped off her trench coat and threw it to the ground, revealing the Seeker’s black shirt and black jeans with cowboy boots. A hard kick to the stomach from India and the Seeker let out an “OUGH!!!” and covered in a fetal position.
China- You really were enjoying that dance, weren’t you? Well, we’re enjoying THIS!!
The Seeker sees the sneakered foot coming, and kicks her own leg out, catching the big girl in the shin. The big girl yelped and started hopping on one leg as the brunette rolled herself to her feet, avoiding two right cross from India and Asia. Seeker stepped in on India, simultaneously driving her elbow down on the fat girl’s throat and delivering a paralyzing punch to the heart as the big girl dropped. The Seeker felt a pain explode in her shoulder as Asia hit her with a grazing shot from her baseball bat. The brunette allowed the forward momentum to send her running into the parking lot as Asia helped India to her feet and the three girls set out after the black suited brunette. Asia had a baseball bat, China with a pipe, and India with a chain. The Seeker held the gold locket around her neck with a picture of a Mexican woman with a round face, beautiful blue eyes, and a white dress on.
Seeker- Marie… protect me, my love. I will find you soon, but give me your strength tonight.
China- Split up, ladies… you can run, but you can’t hide, bitch! Your kind always come back! You can’t stay away, all you broken hearted types… you’re nothing but fucking hypocrites!! When we find you, we’re gonna beat the shit out of you!!
India- We got your jacket, bitch!! Come get it!!
Stacey guided Jessica into the Tavern, closing the umbrella as the blonde had a lot of makeup on, but no amount could cover up the bruises and cuts from Stacey’s beating. Stacey was back in her hoody and jeans, but this time, she wore a jacket and some gloves while Jessica was in her red and white waitress with of course was topless. Jessica looked on the stage and saw the spider web was being set up behind the curtain… she was late because Device was about to go on and the waitresses needed to be out there serving. She immediately grabbed a tray and a set of drinks and made her way to the table near the stage where a black woman with latina eyes, honey skin, a fit build, and long curly black hair was seated.
Jessica- M… nice to see you again. You don’t seem like the type who comes to these places, but ah’ll shut up and not try to pry.
M- You remember my name?
Jessica- Ah remember everybody’s name; that’s a part of my job, sweetheart. What will you be having?
M- A Bloody Mary.
Jessica- Little heavy for you there, M.
M- I think I might be getting lucky tonight.
Drunk Male- Yeahhhh baby, sexy caramel ladyyyy… you gon get lucky with meeee!
M- If you touch me, you get a free castration.
Jessica- Ah’ll be back with that drink, M.
