Chapter 116

As soon as Lorrie disappeared through the "Employees Only" door, Laura plunged into an even deeper depression than before. She cried all the way driving home, and then drank herself into a stupor. The whole business with Trina had come flooding back to her, and she realized that she could never give up Lorrie for Trina, or give up Yvette, or Sholandra.

But Trina wanted complete fidelity. And Laura wanted Trina. She longed for her, ached for her, cried for her. Finally, against her better judgement, she even phoned her. She waited until she was in control again, dry-eyed, calm, even serene with a kind of false serenity borne of deep despair.

"Trina, I miss you," she said softly.

"I... miss you too, Laura."

"Could I come over?"

Trina waited a long time before responding. "No. Don't think so. You really hurt me, girl."

Now Laura began to cry again, softly. "I would do anything not to hurt you," she sobbed.

"It still hurt me to think of you... with her," Trina said, so softly that Laura could barely hear her. "She scratching you like that."

"Oh god, Trina, please forgive me."

"You know, I gave you myself, Laura. Not just my body. Myself. That's what hurt so bad."

"I know."

"Don't cry, hon'. You makin' me want to cry too."

"Trina, I love you," Laura wept. "I love you. This has never happened to me before. I never felt this way. I love you, I want you. Please let me come over. Please."

There was a long pause. Laura had stopped crying. She wondered if Trina were trying to make up her mind.

"Laura... I... love you too," Trina whispered into the phone. "But you can't come over here, hon'. We ain't gonna do that any more. We puttin' that behind us."

"We can't," Laura sobbed. "I need you."

"I'm bitin' my tongue, hon'. You don't want to be hearing what I want to say."

Laura knew she was right. You need my black pussy. You don't need me. You can get other girls to sleep with you. Obviously. Have your scratches healed yet? Things like that. Laura would feel even worse after hearing them.

"Can I at least call you once in a while?" she sniffled. "Like this?"

"Guess I can't stop you, can I. But it just makes it harder on both of us, hon'."

"When you call me hon' I just about melt," Laura laughed softly. "It's so sweet."

This made Trina uncomfortable. She does care about me, Laura thought.

"Don't get the wrong idea, Laura," Trina said, coldly. "We finished. Forget it happened, okay? Forget it."

Laura swallowed glumly. "I can never forget it."

"You better," Trina said, and hung up.

This was a new low point for Laura. But she had already cried and drank so much that she couldn't do either any more. Instead, she went to work like a zombie, accomplishing little, giving rise to concerns about her health. Consequently, she was ready for it when she ran into Karen at work.

Karen worked at a different company location but was at Laura's building for training. She pulled Laura over in the hallway.

"Girl, you look terrible, if I may say it," she said. "What's the matter?"

"Oh, nothing."

Karen looked both ways to see if they were being watched, then leaned close and whispered in Laura's ear.

"If I didn't feel so bad about last time, I'd say you need a little loving. Or maybe a lot of loving."

Laura smiled, blinking back quick tears. "I need a lot of it."

Karen's eyes twinkled mischievously. "I'm not offering anything. I ought to be in jail for what I did last time."

"You're right."

Laura couldn't believe her feelings. She could feel the most powerful sexual stirrings deep inside her body and knew it derived from her long, deep sexual history with this girl. My first, she thought. My first girl. Who raped me last time worse than any man ever has. Maybe it's payback time. After a few hours with her, the pain of thinking about Trina will really be secondary.

She looked at her watch. It was only early afternoon. "Let's take the rest of the afternoon off and go to my place," she suggested, looking deep into Karen's eyes.

"Are you kidding?" Karen asked.

"I'm not kidding."

Karen's dark eyes almost started smoking. "I'll tell the trainer I'm sick," she said. "Be right back."

They each drove their separate cars to Laura's apartment. Laura met Karen at the building's entrance and noticed that she did not have her little black satchel.

"You don't have your bag."

"After last time, I was afraid to bring it."

"Go get it. I'll wait."

"Are you serious?"

"Do you have good orgasms when you're suffering?" Laura whispered, eyes veiled and threatening in a way she knew made Karen's blood overheat. "Do you want me to tie you up and fuck you?"

Karen bit her full lower lip. "Be right back," she said.

She returned in under a minute, and she and Laura rode the elevator up to Laura's apartment, trying to keep their hands off each other. I don't believe you, Laura lectured herself as she looked at Karen's voluptuous body, her large, jutting breasts, straining against the fabric of her blouse, her firm, out-thrusting ass. You can have such sweet, tender, profound sex with Trina, with Lorrie, and turn right around and do these sick, perverted things with this delicious Karen. You want to hurt her, don't you. After last time, what she did to you. You want to hurt her. And you want her to hurt you, so you'll forget about Trina.

Trina would never even speak to you again if she knew you did these kind of sick things.

They went into Laura's bedroom, without preliminaries. Karen began to unbutton her blouse.

"I guess you really want to hurt me bad, after last time, don't you," she said, reading Laura's mind.

Laura could see the expected sexual excitement glittering in Karen's eyes, but she also detected an underlying note of fear that she hadn't seen before, as if Karen realized she had gone too far and didn't know how far Laura would go in retaliation.

"You know I wouldn't really hurt you," Laura purred. "I care for you too much. We've shared too much together."

Karen peeled away her blouse, exposing her delicious black upper body, made even more fetching to Laura by the contrast between her white bra and smooth black skin. Knowing she had Laura's attention, Karen slowly, tantalizingly, removed her bra. Laura was still surprised at how every time was like the first, as if she had never seen Karen's magnificent breasts naked, had never tasted her beautiful, swollen, protruding black nipples, surpassed in shapely beauty only by Rina's and Trina's.

Laura tried not to think about Trina as she watched Karen's bra come off. And the moment it dropped away from Karen's spectacular globes, she didn't have to worry about thinking of Trina any more.

They were as marvelous as ever, full, round, gleaming, very firm, the nipples large and soft, puffy and marvelously silky in the soft bedroom light of mid-afternoon.

"How do you keep them so beautiful?" Laura asked, as if hypnotized. "Letting all those people, male and female, feast on them all the time."

"Male," Karen corrected her. "You're the only female in my life, darling. The men respect my breasts. Some are even awed by them. They won't even suck hard unless I beg them to."

Laura went over to her, their eyes locked, smoking. She raised her palms, cupping Karen's extraordinary breasts. "You don't have to beg me."

"I know."

"I'm going to do a lot more than suck them hard," she murmured, lowering her head and licking one of Karen's bulging nipples sensually.

"Ohhh!" Karen gasped in pleasure. "I know."

Laura pulled out the large coil of rope from under the bed.

"Are you sure you want to fuck me first?" Karen asked softly, caressing Laura's cheek with one finger. "If you let me do you first, you may have double the reason to punish me afterward."

Laura's knees almost melted out from under her as she heard Karen's words. She realized that she wanted rough treatment herself, she wanted to be raped and abused just as badly, even worse, than she had been by Karen the last time. It was hard to believe it of herself, but it was true. How could she get Karen, who felt guilty, not to hold back?

She embraced Karen and kissed her mouth slowly, emotionally, then passionately. They had not yet kissed. They infrequently kissed, their relationship having centered more on rough, increasingly painful sex than tenderness or romance. But this kiss was deep and stirring.

"I'm going to tell you something," Laura whispered in Karen's marvelous dark brown ear. "I want you to fuck me even harder than you did last time. I mean it. I want to be raped and hurt by you. Even if I try to stop you... I want you to go ahead. As long as you don't make me bleed, you can do anything to me."

"Anything?"

"Will it make me come?"

"Laura," Karen whispered huskily into Laura's ear, "you will come so hard, and so many times, you'll wish you met me three years earlier."

Then her tongue followed her hot words into Laura's ear. Laura shivered, feeling her pussy go all warm and buttery. Oh god, can I take it? she wondered. She began removing her clothes, wondering it even more as she saw Karen open the bag and take out a pair of handcuffs.

"God, you really are getting kinky, aren't you."

Karen dangled them from one finger. "I've been sleeping with a cop. He gave them to me."

Laura felt an icicle of fear shoot through her body. At the same instant her pussy grew more buttery than ever, and began to throb. She knew there was no turning back. Karen helped her removed her skirt, her underwear. Then she lay on the bed while Karen expertly handcuffed her hands behind her and began to tie her up with the rope, beginning with her breasts.