Author's Note: So I hear you've been waiting patiently. Well, thank you very much. The Wound in Time series is back and rearing to be devoured. Hurricane Katrina had a hand in my hiatus but I'm getting back on track. So where were we? Right, chapter six. It's hot, it's fresh, and it carries on directly from chapter five. The story contains mainly F/F action as well as a plot. It's a lengthy piece that will not likely satisfy your search for instant gratification. Please check out the previous chapters if you want extra dirt on the characters. They're not listed in order but the titles are sequential as follows: (WIT)At First, Blind Borne, Escapade, Felon Failing Fallen and Just Juxtapose. That said, read on and hopefully, enjoy the story. Please don't forget to comment.
TMAJO
Dig, dig, dig until it hurts. Life is strange, even before it starts.
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"For the last time; I don't KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT!"
"Oh I think you do. I just don't understand who or what you're protecting."
"Fucking cucaracha, do you have any ears?!"
"And again, with the feistiness...Just tell us what we want to know."
The room was poorly lit for effect, but the redhead didn't know that. She was blindfolded and cuffed to a cold steel chair. She could smell the dingy stench of moist earth and mold. The sounds from her kidnapper echoed through the space but even without her sight, she could still place his distance to her. She shivered again at the cold seat.
"Listen, I don't know who the fuck you are but -"
"I know who you are, and I assure you, threats are beyond futile in your current position."
"In that case, you're wasting your time."
That earned her a slap across her sweat-soaked face. Bellinda yelped with the momentary shock but she didn't allow her attacker any satisfaction of tears or weakness. Or at least any indication that she was afraid for her life. There were so many things she hadn't done and wanted to do. A full tour of the world was one. Sex on a nude beach was another. She wanted to see her father and tell him how much she loved and appreciated him, despite his absentee behavior. Bellinda sighed as she became consumed by the strongest desire of all; her desire for Mavin.
That bit angered her. She'd been thinking about Mavin, non-stop for a full month now. It had to be unhealthy. After the incident at the club, she'd gone home and analyzed every detail until nothing really made sense anymore. At José's funeral, all she could think about was Mavin; looking so fucking sexy in her black Armani suit. With a sad, wounded look in her eyes that Bellinda ached to erase. She'd cried for more than her uncle that day.
Now, here she was. Being interrogated after being kidnapped one her way out of the gallery. It hadn't been long in reality, but in her current mental state, Bellinda would've argued her abduction took place days ago. She was weary and angry for obvious reasons but to make matters worse, the uncertainty of her fate was driving her insane. She wasn't too hurt physically, - a bruised wrist and stinging left cheek, but without her vision, there was no way for her to predict what the attacker truly had in store for her. Knowing what the hell they were talking about would've helped as well.
"That won't get you anywhere." Bellinda sneered through her clenched teeth as she tasted the rust of her blood.
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"Who the fuck is this?!" Mavin asked in an eerily calm tone.
There were too many things to be angry about. Her highly-protected line was being tampered with, or worse, bugged. She wanted to salvage any future- fuck, that word. She was so use to living in the moment and only being responsible for whatever she could squeeze out of it. Thinking of the future put too many things which she had no control over into perspective, and she hated having to account for 'what ifs' and regrets.
She heaved a sigh. Nonetheless, she was determined to see where the journey with Bellinda would lead. But that couldn't happen now as Mavin was being held up by some punk.
"Who fuck is this?!" She asked again, a breath short of an explosion.
The line was silent for a moment and she could hear some rustling noise in the background.
"If you want to see her again, you'll do exactly as you're told." The reply came in a clipped tone.
"Listen, if you think-" Mavin wasn't having any of it. Not even a glance at the menu.
"Tomorrow, noon-" The voice continued, interrupting the dark woman.
"I don't have time for this." Mavin spat and killed the line.
She had more important things to deal with than a prank call. Her schedule for the next 3 months was chock full of trips, meetings and deadlines. But more importantly, she pictured it with Bellinda. As she grabbed her coat, visions of the redhead clouded her mind as it often did lately. Bellinda's gentle laughter, sometimes wild, always passionate, rang in her ears.
"Yup, you're in trouble..." Mavin mumbled to herself, "I'm heading out folks!" She called out to her family.
"What's up?" Zeke came through the hallway to find his sister ready to bounce.
"Something I've gotta do." Mavin said and then broke into a grin, "And apparently, there's stuff you gotta take care of as well."
Just then, her cell phone rang. The caller-ID showed the same unfamiliar number as before.
"Shit...relentless." She huffed and killed the call, switching off the phone.
"What's that?" Zeke stepped closer and eyed Mavin because she was grinning oddly.
"Too much Xmas spirit I suppose. But I gotta wonder, maybe you're born with it." She patted Zeke's shoulder and made her way to the foyer.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Zeke made a face, completely puzzled.
"I dunno...maybe it's Maybelline." Mavin turned around and shrugged even as she continued walking towards the door.
Zeke wondered what had gotten into his sister, and rubbed his lips out of habit. The lipstick smear that appeared on his fingers explained it and soon he had to keep himself from toppling over furniture as he laughed his way through the long hallway and into the kitchen.
"Becca, I promise we'll go shopping for the no-fade stuff." He said aloud as he found his wife where he'd left her; tied to the kitchen table with a vibrator in her ass. And it was no small thing either.
"What kept you?" Becca half growled and half moaned. The position she was holding, or rather, forced to hold didn't allow her much movement. She was comfortable, but the mad whirring going on in her ass wanted her to hump something. And that was where being flat on a small round table became aggravating.
"You miss me already?" Zeke said, watching his wife's pussy ooze with her need. He lost himself in it for a while.
They'd been playing up their holiday fantasy season as it was their habit to do. Spontaneous moments like these were the stuff of inside jokes between them. They'd wordlessly resigned themselves to the fact, that any serious conversations held in the future over this particular kitchen table, would be a complete farce.
"Fuck me!" Becca barked, thank goodness the girls were asleep in another wing of the house.
"Non ma Cher." Zeke whispered, keeping his eyes on the toy that visibly shook with the power of the many micro motors built into it.
Hell, he should know. He'd built it, especially for his wife, with the silicon covering fashioned from a mold of his own love wand. He remembered the look on Mavin's face when he'd showed it to her. She agreed that he'd outdone himself. It was his Xmas gift to Becca and Santa be damned; Xmas was coming early.
"Oh merde!" Becca cursed in French. Her ass was on fire and it felt absolutely delicious to feel her pussy getting soaked of its own greedy accord.
"Damn baby, you are sooo bad." Zeke groaned and moved to swat her ass with his palm.
"Ahhh..." Becca responded to the hot sting shimmering through her left ass cheek, "More..."
*********** Meanwhile ***********
In another part of town, well-situated away from the 'burbs, Club Heat was thumping with fresh blood. For some time now, a new vibe had been sweeping through the underground. And club goers were only too happy to get carried away.
"Oh, you're gonna love Q baby."
"Mmmm....Give it to me."
The hottest thing in Heat was Qwax. The tiny red pill made Ecstasy seem like a day at the DMV. Though the effects were similar, Red Queen, as some called it, brought out the real you. It gave you a sense of one and all-ness. It expanded your sense of the world around you and took away any fears you might have of exploring the hell out of it. A longer peak and a shorter crash also didn't hurt.
Kris had done X many times before but her experiences with the Queen over the last week had been nothing short of incredible. Where Ecstasy made her feel warm and full of expendable energy, Q made her feel downright hot and very sensitive. A tiny breeze alone could wreak such pleasurable havoc on her skin, not to talk of a tangible caress from another human body. If she thought she enjoyed being close to someone else while on X, she absolutely needed to have someone glued to her with the Red Queen.
Tonight however, was all the more special to Kris. She'd met someone new and was eager to share the experience with her new friend. They met a few days ago in the subway during a small case of claustrophobia. Kris had been riding to work as usual, when the train screeched to a stop. These kind of things happened all the time but not when the person next to you grabs you in a desperate panic for comfort.
Kris hadn't even noticed the girl until then. She'd been so wrapped up in her own head that being grabbed by a stranger didn't immediately register.
"S-s-should we be stopped?" The dark haired girl had asked, trembling slightly.
"There's probably a good reason...but we may never know." Kris shrugged and winced at the tight grip that was clamping her right thigh, just a few inches from her knee. "Are you okay?" She asked as she registered some kind of fear in the girl's demeanor.
"I-I-I d-don't like closed spaces." The girl stammered.
"Um...okay," Kris blinked a few times then continued, "You do realize this is a subway car? I mean, if you're claustrophobic, I kinda imagine you'd know what you're getting into."
Just as the words left her lip, Kris felt a twinge of regret because she was offering the girl no comfort. But then again, how could she when her knee was being crushed?
She was about to apologize when the conductor's voice screeched over the PA. There was some track congestion up ahead as two trains had gone slightly off-sync. The time interval between them had warped and thus, oncoming trains had to be delayed in order to clear things up. Well, that's what could be inferred from the garbled stream of static and mangled words. You gotta love the NYC Transit system.
Kris turned to the girl who seemed to be hanging on to every word that sputtered through the speakers. "Ah, there you go, just a run in the nylon that is the subway."
The girl smiled, sheepishly. Her face flushed, partly from psychotic exhaustion and partly from self-consciousness. She slowly released Kris' knee and whispered an apology. Just then, the train jerked back to life and a sigh of relief escapes her.
"I'm s-sorry." She said nervously.
"No, I should be apologizing...I mean, I could've been more accommodating."
"Most people aren't when they perceive your fear....as being ridiculous."
