Angel Faces Demon Minds

by Jessica Rael

  ‘Suck,’ Amber said simply, and Jackie did. As usual she didn’t say anything. ‘I ain’t gonna stay in this fucking shit-hole for long,’ the teenager said to the woman. ‘But until I go I fucking own you. You know that, don’t you, bitch?’

  Jackie gave no acknowledgement that she understood, but she didn’t argue either. Amber removed her fingers and began to run them gently over her handiwork, feeling the ridges and welts, the pretty pink lines across the striped buttocks and legs. Then she untied the woman, pulled on her own jeans and padded barefoot to the bedroom door, carrying her socks. She turned to look at her half-naked whipping toy as she lay perfectly still and strangely content on the bed.

  ‘Here,’ Amber said as she threw her soaked panties at the woman, landing damply on her face and falling onto the bed, ‘something for you to play with. And I want them back, understand? I can’t afford to get new ones.’ Jackie just stared blankly at the redhead as she stood in the doorway and sighed impatiently. ‘You’re supposed to suck them, loser. Jeez, can’t you figure nuthin’ out for yourself?’

  As if she’d been waiting for the instruction all along, Jackie fed the wet panties into her mouth and did as she was told, sucking the underwear like a kid with a tasty jawbreaker. Amber smiled, shaking her head, then staggered tipsily back to her own depressing trailer.

  The rain drummed on the trailer’s aluminum roof and water leapt from the small, partly open window like a decorative fountain. It was getting dark, and Amber was bored and broke. As she stared mindlessly at the rain Jackie wandered past, on her way back from the local store, carrying two plastic bags stuffed with groceries. Amber hadn’t seen the woman’s mother for days, nor had anyone else. She had been asking around, and a crazy old bearded Vietnam veteran in the trailer opposite said she was dead. The man told the curious teenager that someone had found the mother’s body slumped in a toilet cubicle in a gas station about fifty miles out of town, something he found hysterically funny. He said the woman was midway through a dump when she had a heart attack. Then he kept rambling on about Elvis and other boring crap until Amber just wandered off, and he hardly seemed to notice she’d gone.

  Amber didn’t think it was funny, but it was convenient. It had been nearly a week since her last game with Jackie, and her old hag of a mother had been loitering around ever since. She was getting desperate, and she’d been masturbating so much her pussy was sore.

  She waited for about an hour then went to Jackie’s trailer and let herself in. The groceries were still in the plastic bags on the kitchen counter as she crept to the dingy bedroom and saw Jackie lying on the bed, a hand in her knickers, furiously rubbing herself. The woman froze as she saw Amber standing in the doorway.

  ‘Selfish bitch,’ the teenager grinned. ‘Why didn’t you ask me over to play? I wasn’t doing nuthin’.’ Jackie slowly slid her hand from between her legs, not answering the brooding redhead. ‘Well, I’m here anyway,’ Amber continued, ‘so we might as well play together, huh?’ Amber sidled over to the bed and dropped her backpack onto the floor beside it, opened the zipper and pulled out a length of laundry line fresh from the hardware store in town. It was still wound round the cardboard insert.

  She unraveled the cord as the woman lay on the bed looking sheepishly at the opened zipper of her jeans. Then she grabbed her right forearm and lifted the guilty fingers to her nose, feeling excited by the smell of another female’s sex. Then, without a word, she began undressing the woman, first untying her sneakers and dropping them to the floor, with a hollow thud as they hit the thin boards. To Amber it felt vaguely reminiscent of getting her six-year-old cousin ready for bed as Jackie passively complied, lifting her legs so she could tug her jeans over her feet. The knickers came off with the jeans and she lay on the bed in her T-shirt much as she had done the time before, but this time Amber didn’t stop there. She pulled Jackie to a sitting position then grasped the hem of her top, pulling it over her head as the strangely compliant plaything helpfully raised her arms. Then the teenager unclipped Jackie’s bra, pulled it off and flung it across the room. The woman was now quite naked.

  Amber pushed her back down on the bed, then rolled her onto her front, and only when she pulled the woman’s arms behind her back did she show the first sign of resistance, a weak attempt to pull her arms free, but Amber grabbed her wrists and pushed them up into the middle of her back. Jackie moaned as she was forced into the uncomfortable position, but it was that strange sound again, the one that spoke of silent conspiracy between the two, as both fell into the lie, the one that said Jackie was being taken by the girl against her will, hating every minute of the abuse heaped upon her. Amber was quick and strong, straddling her, holding her down and quickly tying her wrists, laughing as she did it.

  ‘I just felt like playing tonight, loser,’ Amber said to the subdued woman beneath her. ‘You see, that’s the fucking cool thing about owning someone, you don’t have to ask or put up with any crap excuses.’ The teenager pushed her arms further up her back to emphasize the point. ‘Shame you can’t get your dirty little fingers in your cunt though, ain’t it.’ The redhead turned round and shuffled down, sliding over her naked butt, trapping her legs, tying her ankles together. Jackie didn’t struggle but she did quiver expectantly.

  ‘Fuck, do you know how many times I’ve jacked off thinking about this?’ Amber moved up to sit by Jackie’s head and began pulling her dark hair back into a ponytail. ‘Weird the stuff that goes through your head when you’re jerking off though, ain’t it? I mean real weird shit, like stuff that could never really happen.’ She held Jackie’s newly formed ponytail in her left hand, while she casually wound a length of the cord around it in a tight coil. ‘Not much I don’t know about knots an’ stuff.’ The teenager chatted casually, like she was sipping chocolate milkshakes with her friends at the diner, making it last so the owner didn’t throw them out for taking up table space. ‘Dad used to take me hunting,’ she said. ‘I used to think he liked having me along until I figured out he was just too fucking lazy to do the roping. He just liked to shoot stuff. So he taught me how to string up a deer real good so it wouldn’t fall off the truck. I learned quick too, mostly cos he’d beat the shit outa me if I didn’t get it right.’

  Jackie’s ponytail was now wrapped in a tight coil, and Amber tied off the end, leaving a small loop. ‘Never done it on a person though, but it don’t seem too different. Except you’re not dead and gutted.’ The teenager laughed and slapped Jackie on the buttocks. ‘Don’t sweat, loser, I’m not that sick.

  ‘Hey, I got a surprise for you.’ Amber reached into the backpack and pulled out a pair of faded pink knickers that had been worn, dangling them in front of Jackie’s face, who instinctively pulled her head back. ‘Aw, come on, loser, I wore the fucking things for three days for you.’ Amber leaned closer to the naked, tied woman. ‘I fucked my fingers for hours every night in them.’ She giggled and stuffed the knickers into Jackie’s mouth, sealing them in with a strip of duct tape from her backpack, and the woman’s reluctance seemed to dissipate quickly.

  Jackie lay on the bed, watching the strange redhead as she leisurely stripped off her clothing. She watched as she peeled off her panties, yellow with small flowers on them. She rolled them down her legs and shapely calves, and Jackie stared at the girl’s pussy, nestling between lean, tanned thighs, and she sucked.

  Using her pocketknife Amber cut another length of cord, tying one end to Jackie’s ankles. She bent her legs back and grabbed her hands, tying them together, then grabbing the roped ponytail she pulled hard, forcing Jackie’s head back, and tied it to her feet. Jackie’s helplessness was now complete. The girl owned her and it was all too late. She could do with her as she wished. Jackie lay bound and naked on the single bed, sucking on her captor’s panties.

  ‘That’s a good hogtied loser,’ Amber gloated. ‘Dunno why they call it that though; animals don’t bend that way. And they ain’t nearly so much fu
n, either.’ Without warning she reached between Jackie’s legs and slid a finger into her vagina. ‘You see…’ Amber pulled out her finger and studied it for a moment, glistening in the dim lighting, ‘when you tie an animal it don’t really affect its cunt an’ stuff. That’s all under its tail, and tying don’t change much. But people’s different. I mean, I could see your bush an’ that when you was just laying there, but now it’s just out there. I mean, I can see everything, and it’s totally easy to get at. Cool, huh?’

  Jackie struggled hopelessly against her bonds as the girl examined her sex, prizing her knees apart. With the girl able to probe her virgin pussy at will Jackie’s helplessness was total, even more so than the trap that was her existence in this dirty trailer on the edge of no-where’s-ville. Jackie was Amber’s, to do with whatever she wanted.

  Amber began to tear off little strips of duct tape, using them to stick her captive’s labia to her thighs, spreading her vagina open, exploring her most intimate place. She had guessed that with Jackie’s mother gone there would be no more alcohol stashed in the refrigerator, so she reached into her backpack and produced a half-bottle of white rum and a carton of pineapple juice. She filled a glass with ice, and then mixed herself a white trash pina colada. Most times it didn’t even stretch to the pineapple juice… or a glass, come to think of it. Her and her friends mostly swigged the stolen alcohol straight from the bottle.

  She stood looking down at her hogtied plaything, naked, glass in one hand, leather belt hanging loosely from the other. She reached out a foot and pushed the woman onto her side. Jackie clenched her buttocks reflexively, and Amber brought the thin leather belt down with a stinging slap across her breasts. Jackie lurched, the initial sting fading into a warm, delicate glow. She was already getting wet, the huntress was beginning to devour her, and the sharp sting signified the first bite as the attractive girl began to feast. Amber watched a red stripe form in a neat line an inch below the nipple. The teenager looked at her handiwork, smiling, then she downed the rest of the glass and refilled it.

  ‘You’re not gonna tell me you’re surprised, are ya?’ Amber asked, running her finger over the raised welt on Jackie’s breast, ‘You’d have to be some fucking stupid bitch if you were. Did you really think I was gonna sit in this shitty trailer whacking your ass every now and again, so we could both jerk off about what we really wanted to be doing? That’s not me, bitch. You think I don’t pay attention? You think I’m like all the other losers around here? If you don’t make what you think real, then you’re always gonna be a loser.’ Amber lashed out with the belt, this time catching her victim’s nipple. Jackie squirmed as the pretty predator devoured her breast. ‘And I am not a loser,’ the teenager added.

  She downed another two faked pina coladas and began to lash and whip her hogtied toy as she lay on the bed. The belt flicked out at her flesh like the tongue of an angry rattlesnake, its fangs biting into her exposed tits, stinging the pale skin into raised welts. The first time Amber’s dad had given her a gun it only took the twelve-year-old half an hour’s practice and she was hitting every beer can on the log, and she could catch a baseball as well as any guy. Now she could flick her little whip and bring it down pretty much on target every time, flogging her plaything’s breasts so she covered most of the exposed surface. She wanted them both burning red, she wanted to see Jackie’s tits covered in scarlet stripes until there was no longer any white skin left on the shapely mounds, so she pulled out more cord, anchoring the struggling woman to the bed frame.

  It took yards of rope, but the teenager strapped her down so tight she couldn’t even twitch. She looked like she was caught in a giant web, anchoring ropes spreading out from her immobilized body. The spider sat on her stomach, her weight pressing down on her arms and legs as they were twisted and tied under her body. The huntress was consuming her as she lay helpless. She would be swallowed, falling into that divine mouth, sucked between those sensuous lips, sliding down that perfect throat to lay, silently fulfilled, deep within the predator’s sublime, soft belly.

  Amber was tanked on white rum, but she still believed she could take out those last few annoying white strips of untouched tit flesh. Her body swayed slightly as she raised the belt, trying to focus. Jackie’s eyes were shut tight, but the muscles around her mouth seemed to be pulled into a smile, hidden by the duct tape. Amber smiled; the bitch is as weird as her – what a fucking pair.

  There was a subtle swishing sound as the belt traveled through the air, then a sharp smack as it hit flesh. But the blow landed on an already swollen nipple, missing its mark.

  ‘Shit.’ Amber giggled as she climbed off her prey. There was a wet patch on the woman’s stomach where she’d been sitting. ‘Have to fucking do… if you’d just stayed still like I told you. All I wanted to do was smack your tits, is that too much to ask?’ The drunken teenager began slicing through the web of ropes with her pocketknife, not bothering to untie them. Then she lovingly caressed her handiwork, cupping Jackie’s breasts in her hands while her thumbs played over the swollen nipples. She noticed the woman’s face was damp with sweat.

  ‘Not finished yet,’ she slurred into the face of her plaything, her breath laden with alcohol as she leaned closer. Predator and prey, their noses almost touching. Amber rolled the hogtied woman onto her front, ripped off the duct tape and pulled out the panties. Jackie didn’t sob or complain, she just lay there gazing up at the girl. For a minute Amber was confused, then it passed, swept away by a wave of alcohol, there were more games to play.

  She moved to the top of the bed, turned and slid her legs on either side of the woman’s face. Jackie peered up at the ceiling, her head still yanked back and held by the skillful rope work of the predator. Amber lifted the pocketknife off the bed, flicked out the blade and slashed the rope holding the woman’s hair to her ankles. Jackie’s head flopped forward against the slimy pink slit between the teenager’s thighs. Amber grabbed the coiled ponytail and pulled Jackie’s face hard against her sex, her succulent lips parting in welcome. Amber began to rub her pussy against Jackie’s mouth, feeling a tongue slide tentatively from between a pair of quivering lips to dab at her pussy. It made her feel so strange, so powerful, so precious. She giggled as the tongue wriggled into her vagina, licking the slippery walls of her tight pussy. Her juices coated Jackie’s chin as she pulled hard on the roped ponytail, gyrating her hips so she could rub her clitoris over the woman’s face, covering it, marking her territory, her prize.

  Eventually Amber flopped back on the pillows, letting Jackie’s head fall limply to the bed. ‘Yesss… now you got it,’ she hissed wearily. ‘I’m the hunter, you’re my game. Shit, you made me cum like that waterfall down at Ocotillo Creek, just like you’re supposed to do. I caught you, now you’re mine forever. Got that? Forever.

  ‘Hey, better than shuffling around with bags of crap from the store till they shove you in a home.’ Amber laughed. ‘What was in those bags, anyhow?’

  She jumped off the bed and hurried to the kitchen, rummaging through the groceries. Then she went back to the room and threw a pack of chocolate bars on the bed, took one from its wrapper and crammed it in her mouth.

  ‘Want one?’ she mumbled, spitting crumbs in Jackie’s face as the hogtied woman nodded weakly. Then she climbed back on the bed and pressed her legs around Jackie’s face again. She wriggled her toned bottom, fumbled between her legs, and then a chocolate bar protruded from her pussy lips. ‘It’s the way you’re gonna eat from now on,’ she said, stuffing another of the small bars into her mouth, ‘just like animals do, rooting for food. Yummy.’ Amber giggled at the woman’s dazed expression. ‘Well, what are you waiting for? Chow down.’

  When Amber left that night she didn’t untie her prey, it no longer seemed necessary to allow her catch to have any freedom. She was Amber’s totally now. Jackie’s brain, still awash with long-buried sensuality, drifted through her fantasies. In her mind she hung from the back por
ch of the teenage redhead’s hut. That’s what hunter’s were supposed to do with wild animals when they caught them. When Jackie was human she would never have eaten food from another woman’s vagina, that’s where they pissed from, it was a gross idea. But she was an animal now, and animals didn’t care about things like that. Animals didn’t care about anything much. The girl said she would come back and feed her from that little pink slit of hers every day, but she also said she wouldn’t untie her anymore. Before the girl left she removed the hogtie, binding her prize so its hands were fastened to the top of the bed, her feet to the bottom, but she told her she would be trussed up properly again tomorrow. And the girl had run out of panties, so she used her socks to gag her instead, stuffing them in her mouth before taping it shut. They tasted a little salty, but then animals liked salt.

  Amber bent rainbow girl over her bed, stretched the young woman’s cuffed hands and attached them to the bar that ran all around the bed frame. Just about every piece of furniture and all the fixtures and fittings in the huge house came with various attachments, even the toilets, Amber noted with curiosity. Metal rings, bars, clips, chains, it seemed everything was built with the means to secure someone to it.

  Rainbow Girl sniffed back a tiny sob as the metal link from her wrist cuffs locked onto the bar. Amber took extra time with the slave’s legs, a little unprofessional but acceptable, she was experimenting after all.

  The protégée attached additional cuffs just above the slave’s knees as she knelt over the bed. Then she locked them to the bedrail, about two feet apart. Then the tormentor knelt down, unshackled her slave’s knees, spread them another foot apart, and then reattached them to the bar. It was obvious the slave was now very uncomfortable, her ass cheeks parted and Amber could see the dark bulls-eye she would be aiming for. But still it would be quite something; a quarter inch off and you had a welt on the cheek, which was unacceptable. The lawyer bitch had managed at least six clean hits, right on rainbow girl’s anus, no marks on the cheeks. The lawyer hadn’t even let the cane extend past the slave’s butt crack, so there were no marks on the base of her back. That was precision work.