SS45:
"Beyond Hell And Back IV: Eternal Damnation"
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Not much to say; if you read the first three "BHaB"s, you know the score. Wasn't sure I could push the LesBDSM envelope any further, I guess we'll find out. I categorized this under Lesbian Sex, though it has both BDSM and non-BDSM. And this turned out to be another holiday tribute, even though I've actually already paid homage to this specific holiday, in an earlier story.
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October 30th, 3:08 p.m.
Rachel Keri Greentree was happier than a clam.
Everything in her life right now seemed just...
perfect
: her job, her marriage, her relationships, her incredible as ever sex life, the whole lot of it. She had no complaints. Her superiors at Rax 4th Avenue, the department store in the mall where she worked, had granted her the day off, so she'd slept in till eleven, masturbated magnificently with the birthday present her wife had given her last year, garnered herself not one but a whopping
two
Earth-rocking orgasms, bathed, dressed, had a bite to eat and taken a bike ride along the trail that started at the church and went on mile after mile until letting off its visitors at the water park.
When she returned from her cycling trip, their cat Hobbie met her at the door and announced that it was time to give him treats and play. She did so, first sprinkling some kitty morsels in the top level of his tree-castle, then tossing a mouse toy down the hall for him to continually chase, retrieve and return, frolickingly working off the treats.
Hobbie eventually decided he was sleepy and would retire to his regal sanctum sanctorum for a gloriously indefinite nap. This left Rachel pondering what to do now, so she flipped on the radio, stripped down to her birthday suit and danced into the kitchen to strap on the apron and start whipping up something tasty.
The purposes of getting naked first were twofold. Number one, the apron was durable but silky soft, and felt very nice against her bare skin. And the other intention, of course, when her honey bear Holly returned home, was to entice her with the hospital gown-like getup, showing off her pleasing round bare ass, with only the apron string around her waist, keeping her front flirtatiously shrouded. Unlike her department store work apron—which she wore on the job, and thus would not be a very grand idea to wear in the nude—this apron was green and read MAKE LOVE TO THE COOK, SHE'S IRISH—even though Rachel was Jewish, and Holly was Anglo-Saxon, German and a few other things; neither of them was in fact Irish, but when they found the apron, it was too adorable to resist. They could indulge in a little fantasy and pretend to be Irish if it got them some action.
Actually, Rachel was prepared to do just about
anything
it took to get Holly to give her a little action. Sexual compulsives aside, Rachel's libidinous drive was positively unrivaled. For her, it was an orgasm a day that kept the proverbially scary doctor away. Sex was understandably at its finest with her sweetheart, but far from unsatisfying otherwise. Whether it be her tireless vibrator, their pulsating shower head,
any
part of Holly, or her own hand, the source was less important than the actual pleasure itself—which was not, however, to say that Rachel's passion was to be found with anyone else. She was beyond a hundred percent devoted to Holly Lil Greentree, and vice versa. They had been married one year and a couple of months now, and a hint of anything resembling infidelity had yet to even cross their minds. Why should it, there was no reason.
On the other hand, Rachel did tend to wear Holly out with her incessant hunger for lovemaking, and even she knew when to say when. Both the Greentree wives felt it was important to find lots of different things to do together, both in and out of the bedroom. Rachel's list of personal hobbies and activities rather paled in comparison to Holly's, so they came up with more things for Rachel to try, both alone and together. One that she'd begun to really enjoy this year was cooking.
Rachel worked in the mall, where most of her meals came from the food court. Most at home were either in the form of defrostable TV dinners or were fixed by Holly, and Rache started thinking it would be nice to even out the preparatory kitchen time. Especially since Holly had a longer commute to work. On top of which, though Rachel wasn't yet aware of this, one factor had started
really
wearing on Holly's nerves at the middle school where she taught.
Very much enjoying being domestic in this area—the apron and oven mitts made her feel sweet and cute, like Holly's "Honey, I'm home!" house-frau—Rachel had grown fascinated in honing her culinary skills, and reading recipes in general. When she felt brave enough to try a few, she found with delight that this was something she was surprisingly good at. It wasn't often she came across things at which she both derived enjoyment
and
excelled with finesse. For Holly, it felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders, now that she could come home, plop on the sofa, put her feet up and wait for a tasty din-din to be served.
Today, a little after three, as Holly was about to return home, it was early to start on dinner, but Rachel was excited to try her hand at a new dish, and if she happened to screw it up some way or another, there would be time to make alternative supper arrangements. She was tossing them together a pan-seared cast-iron salmon, with the radio on extra loud to be heard above the skillet. She put on her best Jen Foster voice and crooned along with the music.
"I didn't just kiss her...we went all the way and I liked it!...What's the point in trying to hide it?...You never know till you've tried it!..." she belted, dancing on her toes and scatting around the lyrics. "I didn't just kiss her...she put it on my tongue and I licked it!...I think she wishes she could forget it...But she sure seemed to love every minute!..."
What Rachel didn't know was that her wife was just about to walk in the door. Hobbie, on the other hand, heard her approach and enter her key, perking up his ears. He leapt from the kitty castle and ran to greet her.
Unfortunately, Holly wasn't exactly in the mood to be cheerfully greeted this afternoon. Rachel shut off the stove and turned down the tunes just as she came in.
Holly angrily slung her purse from around her shoulder and slammed it into the corner of the sofa.
"Daughter of a
BITCH!
" she yelled.
Rachel's feet went cold hearing this fiery exclamation in lieu of the semi-consistent "Honey, I'm home!"
"Sorry!" came her voice from the kitchen. "What'd I do??"
"Oh," Holly looked up. "Not you, sweetie. Remember I told you that new girl, Simona Herrington, just started in the administrative office a few weeks ago?"
"Yeah?"
"
Her
. The little troll's making everyone's life friggin' miserable," Holly snarled.
"Really? Oh, gosh, I'm sorry, hon."
Holly paced around the living room to let off steam, tagged behind by Hobbie like the attention-seeking kitty cat he was. "Rache,
everybody
hates her. She's only, like, 23, and she's already just...such a
rat!
It's like she spends her regular hours just thinking of awful things to do to people! Like they're essentially paying her to be a dick!"
"Wow...is she
really
that bad?"
"Worse. Last week she put a live cockroach in Darlene's briefcase! Monday she was making a latte for Peg and she
spit
in it! Yest—oh, and
YESTerday
—you know Emily Wing, the history teacher? She's Chinese? Well, apparently Simona accidentally made an unsightly dent in Emily's car, right? So once she comes in, I
swear
to
God
, she goes, 'Oh, sorry I put a
chink
in your car, but then again, there was already one in there to begin with, right?!
Har-har-har!
'" Holly mockingly mimicked her. "And that's the most pathetic part: she actually thinks this shit's
funny!
"
"Oh, my God, she sounds horrible!...What'd she do to you?"
"Oh,
today?
Well, just
TODAY
, for instance, I ended up in a five-minute argument with the principal 'cause I was supposed to have gotten some messages in my inbox—only, I
did
, but guess who threw 'em in the trash?!"
"You're kidding!" said Rachel, getting angry on Holly's behalf. "What is she,
four
fucking years old?? What a bitch!"
"Yeah, and the worst part is she just gets away with it 'cause she's the principal's niece!"
