This story contains scenes of nonconsensual, painful sex, and intimate partner violence. Proceed with caution
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Dolores was standing in the woods that lay downhill from the university, her pretty blue gown largely obscured by the ropes binding her legs to each other and her arms to her torso. Rose was standing behind her, her cheek pressed against Dolores's, one hand clutching the end of the noose that was tied around Dolores's neck, the other hand clutching a small knife, pointing it up toward Dolores's shoulder. Rose had a wide sinister grin on her face, eyes burning in the direction of Skye's phone, which Skye was holding up, poised to take a picture.
"Those are the expressions you're going with?" Skye asked drily.
"Just take one," Rose insisted.
Skye clicked the screen of her phone. "Alright, we done here or--"
"Let's take one of me kissing Dolly's cheek," Rose said, and leaned in to press her lips against Dolores's face.
She held the pose until Skye said, "Alright, wanna see?"
Rose walked over to where Skye stood; Dolores, legs bound together, had to hop. When Dolores got to a position beside Skye where she could see the picture on the phone, she quite liked it. She liked how she looked, her red lips slightly open, her head tilted up, a slightly haughty expression in her black-lined eyes, as if she were silently saying, "Rose is mine, and not yours, envy me." Which is what she was going for, so mission accomplished. Rose looked stunning as always, her eyes burning into the camera with that sexy ominous intensity she pulled off so well, her lips glistening against Dolores's cheek.
"Oh yeah," Rose said, "this looks way better than the one where I'm not kissing Dolly, don't you think?"
"I didn't see that one," Dolores said, "was still getting over here."
"Trust me, it's better," Rose said.
"Interesting vibe this picture gives," Dolores said. "Like... It's very us, but it feels more 'human sacrifice' than 'wedding.'"
"Yeah, well," Rose stroked Dolores's back, "maybe you're gonna be my little human sacrifice."
Dolores felt a little tremble of fear at that, but she shook it off. "Ooh, so scary," she teased. "Alright, you gonna untie me?"
Rose looked Dolores over and nibbled her bottom lip, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Nah. C'mon Skye," and she started walking away, putting a hand on Skye's shoulder to prompt her to walk with her. Skye hesitated for about half a second, looking with concern at Dolores before her face turned to an amused smirk and, with a shrug, turned to walk with Rose.
With her legs bound with rope, Dolores could only hop after them, much slower than they were walking. "This is," hop, "a really annoying way to get around," hop, "could you please just untie me?"
"Back at the house. C'mon Dolly, it's just a five minute walk back to Sodom House. Not sure how long that'll take you, though."
Skye interjected, "It's probably really good exercise."
Rose nodded vigorously, "Good point, good point."
Dolores just muttered bitterly to herself as she hopped along behind them.
By the time Dolores hopped all the way up the stairs to Rose's bedroom, Rose was on her computer, designing their wedding invitations around the picture they had just taken. Dolores hopped behind her so she could look over Rose's shoulder as she worked. "Oh, it's gonna be March 6? Didn't realize we had a date," Dolores commented.
"Oh yeah. It's a Wednesday, cheap day to rent out the Brickhouse for a couple of hours in the afternoon," Rose said, not looking up from her work.
Dolores nodded. They were funding everything themselves with the money they'd made off their porn videos, which didn't give them a huge amount to work with. Rose didn't want her parents to know, she wanted "a wedding they wouldn't approve of," as she'd explained it. So the plan was always to have a relatively shabby, cheap ceremony, rent out a bar uptown for the occasion, get a bunch of pizzas for the guests.
"So who are these invitations going to?" Dolores asked.
"Uhhh, I've got a couple of friends I'd like to come," Rose said. "You still didn't want your family there, right?"
"Fuck no." Dolores recalled how judgy her mother had gotten back when Dylan had slightly long hair. If they could see her now... Dolores had stayed in town over winter break, telling her family she had a job down here. There was no real indication that her family had particularly missed her, even over Christmas. She supposed that should feel like something, but it didn't. At some point, Dolores knew, her parents would have to find out what had become of their Dylan, how he'd been transfigured into some weird semi-girl called Dolores. She dreaded that day. But there was no reason to deal with it now.
"Then it's settled," Rose said, shooting Dolly a conspiratorial grin, "no family, just friends. All my little friends, and I guess we can invite your fraternity brothers?"
"Ummmm..." Dolores's reflex was to say no, absolutely not, there was this deep dread at the prospect of all the frat brothers seeing her all girly but... thinking about it, she really didn't care what they thought of her anymore. And thinking about it, there was a certain glee in shocking them all with her new self. "Let's do it!"
"Nice." Rose kissed Dolores's forehead. "Hehe, maybe one of your little friends and one of my little friends will make a connection. That'd be fun."
"Heh, fun for the girls, most likely," Dolores said. For some twisted reason that tickled her too.
