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  Rosh went and sat on the couch. Karen went to the fridge to see if there was anything there to help straighten Rochelle out a little. She was going to explode any minute now if she got wound up any tighter.

  “Hey” she threw her a beer and Rosh opened it, foam running down her arm.

  Karen watched her drink every last bit. Her eyes had dried but the haunted look remained. What else had she seen? She knew about Demi because she had been here, but a lot more must have happened to this girl to make her look so fragile.

  “You got hot water?”

  “Erm. Yeah. Electric shower”

  Without ceremony she grabbed Rochelle off the couch and hauled her through to the bathroom where she started stripping them both off. Rosh shivered and Karen didn’t think it was due to feeling cold.

  “When was the last time?” she asked.

  “I can’t remember. Long”, she wouldn’t meet her eyes.

  She had never seen Rosh naked before. When she dropped her slacks she winced at what she saw.

  There was a large ‘S’ inscribed on the flesh of each thigh. Karen felt blood fill her face and looked up at Rosh whose face crumbled.

  What the bloody blue fucking hell? Animals, fucking animals!

  It felt Nazi-ish, SS. Miss Steiger. Miss. Sarah. Steiger.

  “Please…” Rosh sobbed. Karen shook her head and a tear ran down her own cheek. She kissed each scar and took Rosh into the shower. The warm water and pleasant smells generated by the shower loosened Rochelle up even further. Seems there was more to her celibate life. She had been marked like a piece of meat. Karen would redouble her efforts to bring Rosh a little happiness. Whilst still in the shower she began to rub Rosh with the sponge all over, Rosh’s face changed entirely, there was lost desperosity in that look. She took Karen’s head in her hands and kissed her deeply. Against the kiss Karen could feel the vibration of Rochelle’s fear and pushed her back. Without a word she took her into the bedroom. It was the single most evocative experience Karen had ever had. The girl was so afraid, every touch seemed to cause a tremor.

  What are you condemning her too?

  Fresh from the shower Karen pleasured Rochelle with her tongue, Sky had taught her many new and interesting forms of stimulation. Rochelle was ready to go off any moment. Karen let her. This wasn’t about proving prowess. Only getting her to let go. With a scarred thigh on each side of her head she continued to apply pressure with her tongue to Rochelle’s clitoris, Rochelle was almost sobbing when the second spasm made her clamp her legs painfully round Karen’s head. Karen relented a little and put her head on Rochelle’s perfectly smooth, unscarred, stomach. It was shaking and quivering. Nerves there that had almost forgotten how to expend themselves in this way were rejoicing still. She kissed her navel then padded off to the bathroom. One thing to be said, even a clean woman left a little after taste that she couldn’t reconcile herself with as yet. She brushed her teeth and when she came back Rochelle had her eyes closed.

  She opened them briefly and still couldn’t meet Karen’s eyes.

  “Its alright. I know everything I need to.” she crawled under the covers and Rochelle hugged her to her breast. When her hand travelled south Karen took it and kissed it instead.

  “Sleep. You’re knackered. We can play more in the morning if you want”

  Rochelle smiled with her eyes closed and kissed Karen’s cheek.

  Karen felt her go. Her breathing deepened and it did Karen the power of good to see a slight smile was still there on her face.

  Karen watched her for a while as she slept.

  And she burned. Furious anger at being balked with petty sentiments. Rage for a girl, all but ruined by an unkind hand, living her life without any personal pleasure because of an atrocious wrong that had been committed.

  Why?

  She found it didn’t matter why. There was no reason. No reason at all that would cover what she had seen. It was abuse, physical and mental.

  You do know that you tend to go spouting your mouth. Its always a sigh of intestinal fortitude to speak your piece but I want you to remember Miss Galahad, Demi hanging from the Hollywood sigh in little itsy bits.

  The scars were no small affair. It really was like she’d been marked. So anyone else seeing them would know. But know what?

  Rochelle perhaps sensing the run of her thoughts made a little moan in her sleep. Karen stroked her dark hair until she settled again. If she needed her attention tomorrow she’d get it, she didn’t care about ‘Chain etiquette’, she’d have to reschedule with Kelsey ‘keeper of the golden client list’ Carmicheal.

  At some point she quit fighting it and dropped off too. It was light when her mobile phone chirrup woke her up, she ducked into the other room to shut it up before it woke Rochelle. It was a message from her date, asking her to confirm. It was all so technologically dictated. She sent back a message to confirm and to show she could tow the line she added she was looking forward to meeting her. If Rochelle needed her to hang around she could text the lady back.

  It was after 9 so it wasn’t too early she guessed. It was a little worrying that her date was up at this un-Godly hour on a Saturday morning when all the offices were shut. It meant anticipation. Jitters. Karen didn’t want to start feeling nervous yet. She did however want to be in a position one day where she and Miss Steiger would be master and slave. Karen as the master. She just might carve her initials into Miss Steiger’s tits.

  You’re making wild assumptions again. Its her initials sure. But what if someone else has the same. WHAT IF SOMEONE ELSE MADE THE MARKS?

  True. Karen could always watch how they were together and see if she could glean what she wanted that way.

  “Karen?”

  “Its ok, just shutting my bloody phone up. Its Miss Carmicheal no less checking I can make our rendezvous tonight”

  She chucked her phone back down on the couch.

  “Come back to bed…its early”

  She found that was one request she had no problem in complying with. Karen had never seen that look on Rochelle’s face before. It was sexy serious. Looked like Rochelle was on the recovery trail after all, she even let the cover drop down. She had an awesomely hot little body, Karen made the effort not to lower her eyes any further than Rochelle’s breasts. Rochelle cocked her finger at Karen, come here, and Karen went over. This was all Rochelle. Karen let her do all that she wanted to do. The consequences of which were nothing short of amazing. The office lackey was the most natural lover she’d had in her time here. It was as if she had studied all of Karen’s buttons and knew how and when to press them. Karen had only a half minutes coherent thought in and amongst what was happening to her, that she might not make her date because she had found what it was she had been looking for.

  Rosh smiled the whole time. Her enjoyment at Karen’s enjoyment was very arousing indeed. They spent the whole morning together. Wearing each other out. Every time they came together bringing them closer. A warning voice in the back of Karen’s mind told her again about the fragile state of this girl and Karen ignored it. Thinking rather than feeling had always, always, been at the heart of her problems. Besides. She had made Rochelle a silent promise to look after her. A promise that was getting easier to keep as time went on. Even the way Rochelle moaned was cute. Lost. Helpless. Needy. For the longest time in Karen’s heart she had needed someone to depend on her, needed someone to need her. Give her purpose.

  Hopeless cases apply here…

  Fuck off.

  When their early morning energy had been used up they just lay there, puffing and blowing.

  Rochelle leant up on her elbow and leaned over Karen. Karen couldn’t do much except look up at her friend. For the first time she had seen Rochelle’s true beauty and felt blessed by what she had received.

  “How are you going to manage tonight?”

  “Psss”

  “Is that it?” she tickled her, Karen went red, she was awesomely ticklish.

  “Please�
�Mercy…” Karen gasped.

  “Here we say ‘uncle’ when we admit defeat”

  “Like shit…”

  She redoubled her attack.

  “Uncle, uncle, stop…cow”

  Rosh stopped tickling her and Karen got chance to get her breath back.

  “Can I keep you?”

  Are you happy now?

  “Of course. On one condition”

  “What?” she was doing that terrible thing again, rubbing her thumb across Karen’s nipple.

  “I’m going right to the top. I want you with me” And between gasping at the horribly delicious pressure Rochelle was applying to her breast she fixed her with a stare of which there would be no question.

  “You know the Chain is dangerous. If I lost you…” she squeezed painfully.

  “You won’t” She bit her bottom lip.

  And although Rochelle nodded that she believed her, the look in her eyes told a different story.

  Chapter 7

  After the morning she had put in she didn’t know quite what she was going to have left for Miss Carmicheal. The marvellous thing about the female body though was its unending ability to react to stimuli.

  Miss Carmicheal wasn’t the most beautiful she’d seen. Certainly one of the more masculine flavour she had encountered. Not unlovely. Just not to her specific tastes. But her game face gave nothing away. She collected her from her home and took her out to eat. The evening proceeded congenially enough. Karen smiled and laughed in all the right places. She told herself this wasn’t cheating. Although it felt in a way like she was. The morning with Rochelle played over and over in her mind. The task at hand. She needed to get past as many ladies as she could on the Chain to catch up with Miss Steiger. Then pass her. Then make her pay.

  Put an ‘R’ on each buttock.

  For Demi. For Rochelle. She didn’t doubt there were others. In the fullness of time there would be more information. The Chain had seen Miss Steiger progress. If enough discreet questions were asked and she was careful enough then when the time came she would see her brought low. They spent hours at the Circle Bar, chattering away, one of the best points about being from another country was all the superfluous crap people always wanted to ask. Karen was considered an exotic creature. This made every meeting for the first time all the more exploratory. She liked it. Back home she hadn’t really ever been anything exotic or strange. Here she was a gimmick.

  They danced to stiflingly loud music and Kelsey always stayed two steps away from being completely drunk. Karen got real good at interpreting ‘the look’. The look that meant, its time. Kelsey took her by the arm, always with the arm, and they went up some steps at the back of the club. A large woman all in black opened a door marked ‘Private’ for them. She was stunned. A bed. Drinks cabinet. TV. It was like a home away from home.

  Do you remember telling her we were coming here?

  Her beer fuzzy mind didn’t think she had.

  Don’t underestimate the Chain. It’s absolutely everywhere!

  This meant no snooping round Kelsey’s apartment in search of the ‘golden client list’

  Suited Karen fine. Kelsey’s brunette hair and rugged features made her look rather aggressive. It was obvious who was going to be leading in this affair and Karen let her. She was very much a giver. The more Karen supplicated the nastier Kelsey got. She took out a case of toys and selected an evil looking strap-on from under the bed.

  Karen told herself not to panic although her heart was somewhere in her throat. This isn’t what she had signed up for and penetration was her least favourite thing of all.

  Game face. You know what to do!

  They were both naked and she had been almost enjoying herself until the case had been brought out. If she didn’t relax this was going to be a lot harder than it needed to be. Kelsey had donned an absurd appendage, it was a violent shade of purple. Without a word of warning she pounced on Karen and rammed it in up to the hilt.

  Fucking bitch!

  Prisms appeared in her line of sight, she was close to crying. Kelsey was grunting furiously, this wasn’t sex to her, it was domination. Karen was making pained noises, she couldn’t help it, there was pain, quite a lot of it. Kelsey’s eyes gleamed whilst she took in everything she could see. It didn’t matter to her that what she was doing was causing harm, on the Chain, you took your measure of shit, and ate it.

  When does this bitch start biting?

  Plan B.

  Karen had never before in her life ever faked an orgasm. It was time to start learning. She tried to sound more appreciative, will her pussy to at least give her some moisture. It was like being reamed out with sandpaper.

  She had already started a mental list of things to have her revenge about when she got to Sarah, she tacked this onto the bottom.

  Demi’s death.

  Rochelle’s scars

  Making me spy.

  Being dry fucked by this power tooled idiot.

  All the things she suffered on her way up would be placed at Miss Steiger’s door.

  Kelsey was leaning into it now. Karen felt like she could taste rubber and gave her best orgasmic cry she could muster. Kelsey pounded on another moment then slid off and went to the bathroom. Karen bit her forearm as the fire subsided. Kelsey was in the bathroom about five minutes. Sounded like she was masturbating in there.

  Fine by me. Fine as fucking flakin’ paint.

  When she came back she looked flushed. Karen had wiped away her own tears of rage and pain and fixed a vulpine smile on her face.

  “You were very loud” Kelsey purred.

  Karen took this as a compliment. Kelsey had said it with a wry smile still on her face.

  You know what you have to do.

  If she didn’t at least try to take her back to her apartment she couldn’t claim to have tried to look for the friggin’ papers they were after. And. Surely it was easier to progress if she feigned compliance.

  “Want to go back to yours?” she touched Kelsey’s arm. Kelsey went even redder and actually looked shy.

  “Sure. Why not” Kelsey looked happy. Maybe this was the first time anyone had ever expressed an interest after she had molested them. Or maybe she was ready for round two. Karen hoped she had a bathroom. She also hoped she had some form of lubricant stashed in there. Anything to make it run a little easier the next time.

  I’m playing your game Sarah. But only because I want to.

  Miss Carmicheal had left everything out. They must come in and tidy up after them. The place had seemed neat enough when they’d come in. Kelsey babbled on all the way to her place in the cab. Karen wished her pussy would stop feeling so raw. Without much success. An absent hope, but maybe she didn’t keep toys at her apartment.

  Some fucking luck if she doesn’t. She looked so at home wearing it she probably does her fucking ironing with it attached.

  People were weird creatures indeed. Just before she got out of the cab her mobile chirruped. She smiled. It was Rochelle.

  ‘Hope you’re OK, Sky’s here, says ‘Hi crazy Brit’. Come over when you’ve done’

  Her real friends. The trinity she was part of.

  Miss Carmicheal had a really nice home. She must have been earning far more than the girls over at Tarkingtons. Karen wasn’t jealous. Her arse was still too sore for such a banal emotion. It didn’t help that she felt stony cold sober too now. Fear and pain had a very quick and concise sobering effect.

  “Would you like a drink?”

  No, what I’d actually like is the three layers of flap skin back you’ve just eradicated.

  What came out was, “Sure, thanks” Her eyes surveyed the room restlessly, she was looking for a filing cabinet or set of folders that indicated a work nook at home for Miss Carmicheal.

  You’re really considering this aren’t you?

  She handed her a drink, smelled like whiskey, she hated whiskey, always put her on her butt.

  Lets fucking hear it for whiskey! Down the hatch it
went.

  “Its nice to bring people back. They don’t always want to after, you know…”

  Miss Carmicheal was all coy now. Karen realised she was being a little hard. Whatever she liked to do was her business, she told herself to mellow out.

  Maybe we should show her what we can do?

  That might be a champion idea.

  “I know its not…”, She plucked the heavy crystal glass out of her hands and Kelsey was stopped mid sentence. She started to kiss her. She could taste whiskey even more now.

  “Ever let anyone else be in charge?” Karen asked as she was undoing Kelsey’s shirt. Kelsey was making gawking gestures with her mouth, this wasn’t her normal evenings outcome, that much was for sure. Karen knelt before her then and started taking her clothing off with complete reckless abandon. She was pressed back against the headrest of the couch, to give over control, would it be so bad? But it went against her whole ideology, she was the fuck’er’, never the fuck’ee’.

  Karen grinned. This made her even more nervous. Had Karen seen her own face at that point she would have been led to question just what was going on upstairs at casa Karen, she was intentionally going to change this girls MO and possibly risk her position on the Chain.

  If that happens I guess I’d have to fight her.

  Better make this good then!

  Kelsey was lower half naked. Karen dipped her head. Kelsey screamed.

  The litany running over and over in her mind, never, never, never, never, never…

  Karen wasted no time in teasing her clitoris with her whisky numbed tongue, Kelsey was wet, undressing her had done that much, her head was shaking side to side. But even as she refused to look she was forced to feel. Minutes after taking the matter in hand Kelsey was juddering her hips on the couch, Karen compensated by placing her tongue against her most sensitive place, not to be beaten back after risking so much, thoughts of Rochelle and Sky rushing through her head.