Chapter 30: Tiffany's Tale

edited by Master Ken

My hands were shaking as the adrenaline bled off. But the images of the dead and dying would not leave my mind. Oh, God, so many dead, I prayed. Forgive me, Lord.

"Why are you crying, Mother!" my daughter spat at me with such venom in her voice. Her bile was a dagger in my heart. "What do you have to cry about, Mother? Are your loved ones dead and dying?"

I looked sadly at my middle daughter, Mary. She was bound, sitting in the corner of the swat van. Her eyes were puffy from crying and burned a deep green with hatred. Blood mated the front of her clothing, probably Mark's blood. I did not see any wounds on her. About her was a scarlet red aura, the stained aura of a Warlock. My own daughter sold her soul and I was sent to defeat her.

"Because all that blood is on my hands," I whispered my answer. "That is why I am crying, Mary."

Mary gave a shrill, almost hysterical laugh. "You fucking nuns are such hypocrites. Karen was just as sorry after she nearly killing Desiree. Did you ever think what would happen if you attacked us? Christ, Mother, your soldiers had automatic fucking weapons!"

"It was the only way," I sadly explained. "It was all for the greater good. We had to stop Mark and..."

"And me, Mother," Mary snarled. "You tried to kill Mark and your own daughter. What a great servant of God you are!"

I flinched as her words whipped my soul bloody. I struggled to gather my thoughts, to marshal some sort of defense against her accusations. To assuage my guilt and wash the blood from my hands. It was all for the greater good, Ramiel told me. For the future of the World. We must not be allowed to fail. Mark Glassner had to be stopped. He is a Warlock, an evil man who sold his soul and corrupted my poor daughter.

The van stopped. We must be at the getaway cars. I cloaked the SWAT van with invisibility to get us clear of the immediate area. Already cops were swarming the street that Mark lived on. But it was too dangerous to drive an invisible vehicle on the streets. We were lucky no one hit us in the short distance we had to drive.

Dennis, the only remaining SWAT officer under my control, opened the rear doors, climbed in and pulled Mary out of the van. She was dragged kicking and screaming and Dennis easily manhandled her. I followed, walking over to the several vehicles we parked here earlier today. Dennis walked over to a silver, Jeep Cherokee and threw her in the back seat. I slid in beside my daughter.

"Mark is evil," I told Mary, trying to justify my actions to my daughter. And to myself. "He had to be stopped."

"Did you do something to Alice?" Mary asked coldly. "Is that why she shot my fiancee, Mother?"

"Yes," I sighed, looking down at my hands.

"Oh, so there's another innocent person whose blood is on your hands, then, Mother. I'm sure you saw her bleeding to death when you captured me." Mary paused, her lip curled in contempt. "She was Shannon's best friend growing up, remember? Alice used to sleep over at the house with Shannon and you would make them cookies to eat. Oh, but that was before you turned into a whore and abandoned us!"

The pain of Mary's words threatened to crush me as memories of a sweet, black-haired girl playing with Shannon flooded my mind. Tears were brimming at my eyes. Oh, God, what have I done. I looked down at my hands. They were surprisingly clean for hands so stained with blood. Alice. Isabella and Agnes. That blonde Thrall who spent her last breath trying to protect my daughter. From her own mother.

I should have been the one to protect Mary.

"Why couldn't you just leave us alone?" Mary asked, bitterly.

"What you do is evil," I said, feeling my anger replace my guilt. "You control people. Make them your slaves, steal their free will. Destroy lives. All those SWAT officers had relationships. Marriages. Broken and destroyed by what you and Mark made them do when they raided your house."

"We didn't kill them," Mary spat back. "You say we destroy lives? Who was it that took control of those men and led them into a killing field. Really a good act there. Who attacked whom, Mother? You're just as bad as we are. You killed Chasity." Mary's eyes brimmed with tears. "She was a sweet, loving woman and your soldiers gunned her down. You tried to kill your own daughter, Mother."

"I didn't know you were the other Warlock," I protested. "I never thought in a million years my own daughter would..."

"Would be a Warlock," Mary sneered. "Better than the whore who runs out on her family." Mary gave a bitter laugh. "Mark is bleeding to death. It won't be long until I'm out of your life, Mother. Than your mission will be complete."

My forehead furrowed in confusion. "What? What are you talking about, Mary? I'm not going to kill you."

"My Pact," Mary whispered. "Mark wished for a long life. When I made my Pact, I wished to be young and healthy for as long as Mark lives. When he dies, I die." She sniffed, and a small smile appeared on her lips. "We will be together for eternity."

"I'll exorcise you," I said, fear squeezing my heart. I could not be responsible for my own daughter's death. That guilt would destroy me. "Then your wish won't matter. You'll live past him."

"No!" Her shout surprised me. "Let me be with him. With Mark dead and my powers broken, only prison will remain for me."

"How can you love him, Mary?" I asked her. "Where does this devotion come from. He's a monster. I know what a male Warlock does to his Thralls."

"Love them?" Mary asked. "Mark never hurts them. We love them. Mark's a good man, deep inside. The power he has, it's too intoxicating. No one can resist it fully. You want to know why I love him, Mother? Because he has a caring soul. Because he loved me so much he set me free from his powers. Because if I asked it of him, he would give up his powers."

I laughed. "No Warlock has ever given up their powers. Not voluntarily."

"Mark would, for me," Mary insisted.

"I know Warlocks far too well, Mary." I shook my head. The poor girl was besotted with him. She was young, only nineteen. She hasn't learned about the lies a man will tell a woman in bed. I learned that lesson before I met Sean. "They all are selfish beasts."

Mary snorted. "You swoop in, exorcise a Warlock and then head back to whatever convent you nuns wait at. What do you really know about us? You speak like we're evil monsters and not just people with too much power."

"For six months I was a Thrall." I could feel the tears brimming in my eyes as I began to tell my daughter what happened on March 15th, 2000, and the terrible nightmare that followed.

Thirteen Years Ago

"Look what I made at school, mommy!" Mary said, all excited, when I walked in the door from work. She was bouncing on her feet dressed in a cute, plaid jumper holding a clay tablet with her handprint in the center. "I made if for you and Daddy." Mary was six, her auburn hair in two pig tails and her green eyes shining with happiness.

I smiled and took it from her. "It's very pretty. Thank you, Mary. Let's go show Daddy."

Mary took my hand in hers and pulled me to the living room where Sean sat. I smiled at my husband. He had loosened the top few buttons of his shirt as he graded papers. A High School Teacher's work was never quite done. Except during the summer.

"Daddy!" Mary excitedly shouted and jumped up on Sean's lap, scattering his papers as she held up what she made in Kindergarten today.

"That's so pretty, Mary," Sean praised. He was a great father and I smiled fondly at him.

"Baba," Melissa gurgled as she stomped across the floor. She still didn't say mama right, but I didn't mind. She was learning to walk and only fell twice before she reached me and I scooped up my youngest daughter and spun her about and kissed her rosy cheeks as she laughed.

"Have you seen Shannon?" I asked Sean. Shannon was ten, and was reaching the age where she was becoming interested in clothes, and boys. She was growing up too fast. It wouldn't be long before I was buying her a training a bra and she was dating some pimply-faced teen.

"She's at a Alice's house," Sean answered, smiling at me. He had these amazing green eyes and still kept his hair long like when we first started dating in college, tied back in a bright, red ponytail. The very image of the cool, laid-back teacher.

"Can you take Melissa, so I can start dinner?" I asked, kissing Melissa's cute face before handing her to "daba."

"Sure, Tiffany," Sean smiled, taking Melissa from me. Sean's hand brushed mine and he rubbed it just a little longer than necessary. I smiled, it was the little things that kept a marriage going.

I headed for the kitchen, trailed by Mary. I pulled on my plain, white apron and Mary pulled on her pink frilly apron. "Are you going to help mommy?" I asked her.

Mary nodded, a serious expression on her face. I gave her some simple instructions and we started gathering the ingredients for dinner when I discovered we were out of milk. I sighed and popped my head back into the living room. "Did you forget to swing by the store, Sean?"

He flushed. "Sorry, Tif," he said. "I'll go right away."

I shook my head. I loved my husband, but he was so forgetful. "I'll walk over to the Coopers and borrow some milk."

I grabbed a small container and walked outside. The sun was setting, shining brightly on me as a drizzle of rain fell on my face. Weather in March was so unpredictable in Western Washington. It can go from sunny to rain to snow to hail and back to sun all in a twenty minute period of time. And around sunset, you would often get rain and sun at the same time. I grabbed my jacket and walked quickly up Violet Meadows, admiring a beautiful rainbow as I walked up the street to the Coopers.

I could hear music coming from an open garage, loud drums and the metallic screeching of an electric guitar. The Bronson boy and his band were practicing. They weren't that good, but I liked to encourage Kurt. He was a nice boy, despite that absurd mohawk and lip piercing. He was always around the house, asking if he could do any chores to make some money. So, I let him clean the gutters or mow the lawn for a some money. Sean would grouse, "I can mow the lawn, Tif," or, "I'm perfectly capable of cleaning the gutters." Well, if I waited for Sean to get around to mowing the lawn on his own, we would have waist-high grass. And I so hated being a nag.

But today there was something different about the music. A beat that just seemed to flow into me, pulsing through my soul. They sounded good today. No, great. Their practice was starting to pay off. Before I even realized what was happening, I was crossing the street. It was hard to think about anything other than the music as I stood at the entrance to the garage. I had never heard music so amazing before. The music was a primal beat that pounded through me.

There were four members of Kurt's band. Kurt looked so powerful, so manly, with his mohawk and piercings and ragged, jean jacket. Not his usually, scrawny seventeen-year-old self. He had transformed in my eyes into a virile man. His eyes found mine making me feel weak in the knees. I licked my lips as he stared hungrily at me and I felt my nipples harden and my pussy moisten. Kurt was lead guitar and vocalist. Next to him stood Tor, playing rhythm guitar, with his long brown hair and ears covered in piercings. Pat was the bassist and backup-vocalist, his black hair in conical spikes. Bones played drums, a big man with a shaved head.

And then for reasons I couldn't understand, I reached under my skirt and pulled my panties down and threw them at Kurt. The music just spoke to me and it felt so right. The air was cool on my drenched pussy and more juices leaked out as Kurt grabbed my panties and inhaled my scent, smiling broadly. The other members of his band were smiling like a bunch of pleased little boys.

"What did I tell you," Kurt boasted. "Stick with me, boys, and we'll be famous and have more poon then you can shake a stick at."

They started up another song and the musical was so primal that my body responded to it. My heart was hammering, my nipples ached so hard in my bra, and my poor little pussy was itching to get laid. If Sean were here, I was pretty sure I'd jump his bones right then and there. I was getting so horny. I was looking at the teenage boys playing before me. Kurt was a hot young man, and his hair spiked up into that mohawk and those piercings on his lips were really turning me on. Thoughts of Kurt on top of me flashed through my mind. He would take me, make me his woman.

"Wow, they are amazing," Grace Copper gasped in awe. I jumped in shock, realizing she was standing next to me.

Grace was a beautiful woman with long, honey-brown hair. We were close friends. Sometimes I would babysit her three year old, Dawn, a cute little blonde girl. I blinked in surprise as Grace began unbuttoning her pants, pulling them down her slim legs. She was going to give Kurt her panties, I realized. Grace had a neatly trimmed, blonde bush and a nice ass I noticed as she threw her panties.

Then the music stopped as all the boys stared at Grace's nudity and she suddenly flushed, realizing what she did and reached for her jeans with one hand, trying to cover her sex with the other hand.

"Wait," Kurt said. "Why don't you lovely ladies be our groupies."

That was a such a great idea, I thought and I glanced at Grace and she seemed to agree with me. "Sure, Kurt," I said with a smile

I walked into the garage and Kurt grabbed me and started kissing me. I struggled in his arms and he broke the kiss. "What's wrong, Mrs. Sullivan? Groupies are supposed to fuck the band, right."

"Oh, yeah," I flushed in embarrassment. You always heard stories about girls who went backstage to be groupies, to let the band have them.

Kurt gives me the wonderful opportunity to be a groupie in his band, Satan's Silvered Tongue, and I almost blew it. Grace was doing better, sitting on the drummer's lap. Bones had his hands between her legs and was rubbing her pussy. Kurt was kissing me again and I kissed him back, the piercing on his lips rubbed roughly on my lips, excitingly so. When he broke the kiss there was a dark lust burning in his teenage eyes.

"I've been jerking off to you since I was twelve, Mrs. Sullivan," Kurt groaned. "And now I get to fuck you." He tore my blouse open, shaking his head. "We need to get you some better clothes. If you want to be a groupie for my band you needed to dress better."

"Of course, Kurt," I quickly agreed. Being a groupie for his band was the most important thing in the world to me.

My bra came off next, my round breasts spilling out. Kurt pinched one of my nipples so hard I gasped in pain. "Nice tits, Mrs. Sullivan," Kurt smiled wickedly. "I can't wait to pierce these fat nipples." He yanked my skirt off, fingered my blonde pubic hair. He grabbed some of my downy hair and ripped a fistful of it out. "My groupies need to be shaved."

"Ouch," I gasped, rubbing my groin where he ripped the pubic hair out. "That hurt, Kurt."

He grabbed my nipple, pinching so hard I fell to my knees. "The pain makes me happy. Suck my cock, whore," he ordered, his fingernail biting painfully into my nipple.

I unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock as fast as I could, sucking it into my mouth. His cock was small and skinny, even when it was fully hard in my mouth. He let go of my nipple to grab the side of my head and fuck my mouth hard. Sean was never rough like this when we made love, but if this is what made Kurt happy. I was a groupie, here to please the band.

"Oh, fuck!" Kurt moaned. "Your mouth feels as great as I imagined, Mrs. Sullivan! Suck my cock! You fucking slut! Oh, fuck!"

Kurt's cock was shoving in and out of my mouth rapidly. Even thrust all the way inside my lips, his cock was too short to shove down my throat. I could never take all of Sean's cock into my mouth. His balls slapped my chin as he fucked me and then he groaned and his salty cum flooded my mouth. He pulled his dick out and I spat his cum out on the garage floor. I was never a fan of cum in my mouth and Sean would always pull out and shoot onto my tits.

Kurt's slap knocked me to the floor. "Groupies swallow," he barked at me.

"Sorry, Kurt," I cried. My face stung from his blow. "I'll swallow from now on."

"Good, if you do what I say, I want have to hurt you," Kurt smiled.

"Okay, Kurt," I nodded.

"Now, swallow," he pointed to the gob of white cum congealing on the dirty garage floor.

I bent down, licking the cum up, trying not to gag on the taste of dirt and motor oil mixed in with his cum. "Lick it up, Mrs. Sullivan," Kurt moaned. "Like a good little bitch."

"You came so fast," Pat laughed. "Kurt finally got a girl to suck him off and he busts his nut in a minute."

Pat fell to the ground as Kurt punched him in the face. Blood streamed from Pat's broken nose as Kurt drew back his foot and kicked him in the gut. Pat screamed in pain as Kurt kicked him over and over again with his steel-toed boots. "This is my fucking band, Pat!" Kurt screamed. "Don't fucking make fun of me! No one will ever get to fucking laugh at me again." He glared at the other two band members.

Tor was jerking off to Grace sucking sucking on Bones's cock. "Yeah, sure," Tor moaned as he pumped his cock.

"Yeah," Bones groaned. "Whatever you say, Kurt. Just keep me in pussy!"

Kurt laughed and he kicked Pat once more in the stomach.

Kurt's cock was hard as he yanked me to my feet and bent me over his dad's Geo Prism and thrust his cock into my cunt. Kurt fucked me hard and fast. "You love my cock, don't you, Mrs. Sullivan. It's the best!"

Kurt's cock was the smallest I had ever had inside me. Not that I had a lot before my husband, Sean, but Kurt's cock was definitely the best. "I love your cock, Kurt!" I moaned back, rolling my hips and hoping my pussy was making Kurt's cock feel wonderful.

"Fuck!" Tor groaned and I glanced over to see white cum fly from his cock so splatter in Grace's blonde hair.

"Watch were you're shooting that shit!" Bones growled, pulling his hand back to avoid getting hit.

"Tiffany?" a strangled voice gasped.

I turned and there was my husband Sean staring in horror at me getting fucked. I didn't understand why he looked so horrified. I was a groupie and groupies got fucked. "Hi, Sean," I panted. "I guess I ... ohh ... got sidetracked getting the milk," I laughed.

"I ... I don't understand," Sean stammered. Why was there so much hurt in his eyes. Did he not understand that it was okay for Kurt to fuck me.

"I'm Kurt's groupie," I explained.

"And you love my cock," Kurt said with a vicious smile.

"I do, I love Kurt's cock," I moaned. "It's the best cock I've ever had."

Sean worked his mouth. "I ... What ... Is he making you say that?"

"No, Sean," I gasped. My orgasm was building inside me. Knowing my husband was watching made this oddly thrilling. "He asked me to be his groupie and I jumped at the opportunity."

"Fuck, your wife has a nice cunt, Mr. Sullivan," Kurt groaned. "Now, run along. Your wife doesn't love you anymore, right Mrs. Sullivan."

"Yes!" I panted, as my love evaporated away. How could I love anyone when I was Kurt's groupie, his woman. "Go away, Sean. I'm with Kurt, now. I don't love you anymore."

Sean stumbled off, looking like a destroyed man. I felt bad for the man. I loved him once and I never wanted to hurt him. He just needed to accept the way things were now. Kurt was fucking me harder and harder, my orgasm nearing. I groaned loudly, wanting everyone to know just how great Kurt's dick made me feel. His cock just felt so amazing as he plunged over and over into me.

"I'm cumming, Kurt," I moaned as my pussy rippled on the small dick inside me. "Oh, fuck, your cock feels so great."

"Your cunt feels nice, Mrs. Sullivan," Kurt moaned and then he was shooting inside me. I was so happy. My pussy made Kurt feel good.

Kurt pulled out and shouted, "Tor stop pounding your pud and come fuck a real pussy."

Tor almost fell on his face, tripping as he ran over, holding his pants up one-handed, his cock bouncing about as he ran. He wasted no time sticking his dick inside me. He may have just cum on Grace, but he was ready to have a taste of my delicious pussy. I was so wet from my cum and Kurt's sperm, Tor slid right in. He had a big dick and I moaned in appreciation as it filled me up.

"Does his dick feel better than mine?" Kurt asked as Tor pounded my cunt.

"No, Kurt!" I gasped. "Your dick's the best."

He smiled. It was the smile I learned to love, because it meant he was happy with me and wasn't going to hurt me. After Tor finished in me, Bones just had to have a taste of me. His cock was smaller than Tor's, and bigger than Kurt's, but did not feel nearly as good. Bone was fucking me good and hard, my orgasm building nicely, when I heard a scream and turned to see what was happening.

Grace was on the floor getting fucked by Kurt. He was pinching her nipples on her large breasts and Grace was crying out in pain. That just seemed to encourage Kurt and he fucked her harder and harder, pulling on her poor nipple until her entire tit was stretched out and it looked like Kurt would rip it off. And then he would let it go, the breast snapping back like a rubber band and Kurt laughed.

"Oh please, that hurts!" moaned Grace, her face red from crying.

Kurt bit her nipple and she screamed. "Fucking slut!" Kurt moaned. "I love your screams! Do you feel how hard you've made me?"

"Yeah, Kurt!" Grace moaned. "You're so hard inside me."

Kurt started chewing at her breast, leaving bite marks and he fucked her harder and harder as she moaned in pain. "Please stop, Kurt!" she begged. "Oh, god, please! It hurts so bad."

Bones kept right on fucking me, not caring about the cruelty Kurt was inflicting on Grace. I felt bad for her, but these were the abuses a groupie had to suffer. I had been close to cumming, but hearing Grace's screams brought me out of it. Bones pumped a few more times into me and then he came hard inside my pussy.

When Kurt finished with Grace, she was curled up on the floor. Her breasts were bruised and raw and she whimpered in pain. Kurt had a pleased look on his face. Beyond Grace, Pat gave a quite moan as he lay battered on the floor.

"Who wants to see some lesbo action?" Kurt asked.

"Hell yeah," Tor smiled.

"Mrs. Sullivan, why don't you sixty-nine with her," Kurt leered, stroking his tiny cock.

I knelt down next to Grace and gently kissed her crying face. "Shh, Grace," I whispered. "Kurt wants us to go down on each other, okay?"

Grace sniffed. "Okay, Tiffany."

I kissed her lips. They were soft and gentle, not like a man's. I had never kissed a woman before and found it was nice. And being watched by Kurt and the band just increased how nice it was. I stroked her sides, avoiding her tender breasts as we kissed and Grace started to relax. I laid on my back and pulled Grace atop me. Her mauled breasts rested on mine as we kissed.

"Eat some pussy!" Bones called out.

Grace smiled, her tears had stopped, and she flipped around. Her pussy was sticky with Bones and Kurt's cum, matting her brown fur. I licked through the sticky mess, gathering the salty cum and her sweet juices onto my lips. Grace's tongue started gently lapping through my sore cunt. I had never been fucked so many times and my pussy wasn't used to it.

As our tongues licked each other, our pleasure started to build and we started eating each other out more aggressively. My tongue was digging into her hole, delighting in the taste of her sex and I shuddered as her tongue found my sensitive clit. I returned the favor, nursing at her clit and feeling Grace writhe in pleasure atop me.

Suddenly, an acrid liquid splashed in my face. Kurt was pissing on Grace's pussy, spraying us with his urine. It splashed on my face and ran down into my mouth. It stung my eyes and tasted salty on my lips. "Drink it," Kurt ordered and I opened my mouth and let his urine fill my lips, swallowing the disgusting liquid, and then licking it off Grace's pussy.

"Fuck that's nasty," Bones moaned and I could feel urine running off Grace's face, down my pussy to pool around my ass.

Grace and I kept eating each other's piss drenched pussies. Kurt didn't tell us to stop. We licked the urine off each other's pussies, then went back to sucking clits. I felt my orgasm build, a sweet thing growing in my womb. Grace's tongue felt like silk as it rasped around my pussy. She shuddered atop me, her moans vibrating my clit as she came. I held my lips tight to her pussy, sucking all her juices out as her tongue swirled around my clit. My entire body went rigid then I shuddered beneath Grace as I came one her agile tongue.

I was horrified, listening to my mom talk about the abuses she suffered at the hands of Kurt. "And he kept you and Grace?"

"Just me," Mother bitterly said. "I was his favorite. The woman he dreamed of." Fresh tears leaked out of her eyes. "He told Grace to go and be a whore. To make a living selling her body."

"And that was Grace Cooper?" I asked, suddenly feeling sick. "She had a daughter named Dawn?"

Mother nodded. You're just like your cunt of a mother! She was a whore, too! And you grew up to be just like her! The words Dawn's father yelled as he spanked her last week when we made Dawn my little sister's sex slave. I thought we were punishing a bully. But she was as much a victim of Kurt as her mother was. As I was. Dawn and I were both robbed of our mothers by that asshole. I suddenly felt sick. All the guilt I had been forcing down the last few weeks was threatening to overwhelm me.

Mark and I weren't this evil, right? We never abused a woman.

Except Karen, my guilt whispered. And that girl Mark raped. But we were punishing Karen, I protested to my guilt. She attacked us. Almost got Desiree killed. She deserved her punishment. And we treat her well, now. She's one of ours sluts. We love her. We'd defend her just as much as we'd defend the others.

"Pat died on the floor of the Garage. When the police came, Kurt just explained it as an accident and the police bought it. Pat would not be the last man Kurt killed. He was a sadist. A black-hearted monster." Mother swallowed. "That night he got needles and pierced my nipples. It hurt so much. But not nearly as much as the piercings in my labia and the one in my clitoral hood. When he would feel vicious, he would pull on my piercings until I screamed. And the worst part was, I was happy that Kurt was hurting me.

"They replaced Pat on bass with Skinny Mat and started playing clubs. Thanks to Kurt's wish, anyone who heard his band play would think they were amazing. Any woman would get all hot and horny for him and throw their panties on stage. Kurt would start to bring women up on stage and fuck them before the cheering crowd. If their boyfriends objected too much, Kurt would beat them. Some died, some got off with a few broken bones, and others were left brain damaged.

"And it wasn't just men he beat. Some of the girls he chose would be beaten bloody or choked or cut." A ragged sobbed escaped my mom's lips. "I saw such terrible things. And then, she appeared. My rescuer."

Thirteen Years Ago

My breasts were sore from Kurt's affections as I lay on my side. Today he chewed on my breasts. He just loved them so much. But now they were painfully sore and covered in bite marks. His cum was inside my pussy and I was enjoying the after glow of a nice orgasm. Kurt's dick never failed to leave me satisfied, even with all the pain I suffered.

A few girls crouched on the floor and Kurt was deciding which ones to show his affections to next. One of the girls, who had curly, light-brown hair, gave Kurt a mocking smile, almost a sneer as she glared at him with gray eyes filled with loathing.

"Fucking whore!" snarled Kurt.

Nothing would make Kurt angrier than being mocked. His hand snaked out and he grabbed the girl by the hair. She clamped her mouth shut to avoid screaming as Kurt heaved her across the room into his table. It was a heavy, wooden table, more of a workbench really, where Kurt kept his tools for the girls that made him really angry: pliers, knives, hammers, needles, whips.

The woman slammed into the table, hard, the corner catching her in the stomach. She flopped across the table and snatched up a skinning knife, holding it up threateningly at Kurt. The woman's mocking smile only grew larger as Kurt boldly walked over to her. She looked like a Valkyrie, standing defiant against Kurt.

It was a futile gesture. No one could resist Kurt. All fighting would earn you was pain. I wanted to close my eyes, I hated watching Kurt punish a woman. But Kurt liked it when I watched his chastisements. When he would finish, he would be hard and I would have to satisfy him. I felt so bad for this woman. Kurt was going to kill her, and it wouldn't be quick. My stomach roiled and I wanted to sick up.