Kat stepped inside; I closed the door after her.
"Hardly gentlemanly to leave a lady out in the cold." She declared, slipping out of her full length black coat.
I had no idea where Kat had come from but she seemed a tad glammed up, even for an extroverted goth/emo chick. She wore a dark red corset; not a real corset but a faux styled top, with black frills and silver clasps up the front. Below the waist she wore a chequered mini skirt, and under that; torn fishnet tights and knee high leather boots. Her left wrist was wrapped in decorative straps, and the final item of her wardrobe was the small red hanky scarf round her neck, decorated in a stylised skull and crossbones.
"What are you doing here Kat?"
"Collecting on my part of the deal; you lost our bet and you owe me!"
I could see the relish in those black panda eyes.
We both heard Taz calling for me from upstairs, Kat smiled mischievously before continuing.
"However, I have been thinking on the details, and I've had a slight change of heart. If you let me have things go my way for this one night, then you and me are even; but it has to be on everything, no pussying out on me... pussy out on me and it's back to the three week plan... Do we have a deal, stud?"
"Mike?" Taz called again.
Kat looked at me in mock disapproval, "chained her up, again?"
Faster than the speed of my desperate thoughts, my arm moved of it's own accord. Instinct, fear, anger; a potent mix with adrenalin- I hit Kat hard across the face with an open palm. The wet slap echoed loudly in the hall, the impact turning her whole head sideways. She stumbled, going onto the back foot. She stood there, hand on the wall for support, head hanged low, face covered with the mess of her long dark hair.
Then a chilling sound.
At first I though it was a sobbing, but slowly I realised my mistake. A low guttural noise pitched somewhere between a wicked laugh and a giggle. I'd heard that same laugh before, when we had all been out drinking as a group of friends. I had been in the men's rest room using the urinal, and Kat, very drunk, had stumbled inside. She had stood there a moment, wide eyed and confused. Finally she put a hand to her mouth with the realisation she had entered the wrong toilet. Then, she had laughed. Not out of embarrassment, but because she had found the moment comical. Comical.
That was then, and this was now... She looked up at me, a hand sliding to her mouth as she tried to suppress the escaping laugh. I felt impotent.
"Michael! My, you are full of surprises; rape and assault. I never knew you had it in you, I'm impressed, really."
The bright pink mark I had left across her left cheek looked painful and I felt regret. I'd never till that moment hit a woman, and haven't since (outside of a little rough sex, all consensual), I never even intended too. Now I felt unclean and impotent.
The reserves of my willpower and dignity were ebbing away, like sand through cupped hands. By this point I just wanted things to be over as quickly as possible.
"Fine! Just get on with whatever you're going to do."
"Game time!" she exclaimed in almost child like excitement.
Kat lead me to the stairs. I followed her quietly. Taz heard the footsteps as we came into her bedroom.
"what's going on?"
Kat glanced back at me and put her finger to her lips for mew to be quiet.
"Mike?" Taz uttered nervously.
Blindfolded and handcuffed, clad in nothing except a silk night dress, Taz couldn't have possibly been more vulnerable. I felt my stomach tighten like it had so often recently, and despite myself I was growing hard again.
Kat's 'game' would be terrible.
She quietly approached the bedside, gleefully enjoying the view of Taz's body. Kat's fingers touched the outside of Taz's naked leg and playfully slid the night dress across her thighs. Taz said nothing as Kat's fingers glided over the outside of the silk and across the side of her body, even though the delicate questing hand with it's long nails was obviously not my own. The fingers lingered on the breast, nails snaking there way up and over; nipple hardening behind the silk as they brushed past on either side. The fingers then stroked the side of Taz's neck as her face turned away, pulling the skin there tight.
Suddenly Kate slapped Taz across the lower jaw with an open hand; Taz gasped and my own mouth fell open, shocked at the suddenness of the strike. Was this a retaliation, a direct result of the blow I had inflicted on her? I would never know for certain. Kat grasped her captive's mouth, bringing it back round and forcing the cheeks to pucker.
"Hello Tamsin, babe." Kat whispered quietly, moving her face close to Taz's.
