Shore

We drifted with the current until the rope pulled tight and swung us against the other shore. Once we were in shallow water, she finally pulled free. Danielle ordered me to follow her through the knee-deep surf. Far down the shoreline, we reached the changing rooms I once knew so well. Showers and toilets the city provided for the public beach. The brick building didn’t have lights, and it wasn’t heated. The building didn’t have electricity. Just water. Silently, I followed her inside.

When the door closed, the room was pitch dark. I heard movement. Cloth rustling, and then a zipper. I no longer feared the dark. Real monsters were far more terrifying than some nebulous beast from my imagination. A lantern and flared to life, instantly destroying my night vision. On the counter was a new duffle bag. The source of the zipping sound. From within, she pulled out shampoo and conditioner.

Danielle pointed to a shower, and I obediently stepped inside. Choking back a scream when she turned the water on full blast, the shock almost sent me to my knees. During summer, these showers were lovely. Comfortable and warm. Their water is heated by the sun shining down upon the roof. On this cold fall night, the water was freezing. Quickly, I scrubbed myself clean and used the shampoo and conditioner on my hair.

She turned off the water, and I waited, shivering in the cold. From a small closet, Danielle retrieved a water hose with a nozzle on it. Apparently, that was how they cleaned the tile room.

Danielle twisted the nozzle, and freezing water blasted out. Smiling predatorily, she turned it back off.

“Someone’s pussy accidentally ended up full of sand. Spread wide.”

Horrified, but unable to escape, I spread trembling legs and waited. With an anticipatory smile, she approached. She pushed the tip of the nozzle between my lower lips. Then, she twisted it on full blast. I screamed as though she had used a cattle prod. Freezing water, under so much pressure that it hurt, blasted through my vagina. I bit down on the ball gag, choking on my own screams. Instinctively, I tried to pull away.

Danielle pinned me to the wall.

Every grain of sand probably blasted out in moments. The spray continued. Danielle stared at the water that gushed out of my pussy like it was the most fascinating thing she had ever seen. She twisted her wrist, aiming the jet of water all around. I scrambled against the wall. Danielle shoved the nozzle deeper.

After long minutes of play, she finally turned it off.

She let the hose fall to the floor, and I sagged limply against her. She had overwhelmed my senses again. Only the hand that still pinned me against the wall kept me on my feet.

Danielle unbuckled the ball gag, rinsed it off and put it back into her duffle bag. She did the same thing with her strapon. Danielle motioned towards the towels, toothbrush, toothpaste, brush, and cordless hair dryer.

In the mirror, my reflection brushed her white teeth. My already light skin now seemed as pale as a ghost. After the last twenty-four hours, it shouldn’t come as a surprise. Where she had gripped my neck, red marks, and a deep dull ache. They heralded the bruising that would follow.

While I groomed myself, Danielle showered.

She was at least a head taller than my five and a half feet. Her hair was different than it had been. Had she been wearing a wig before? If not, she had a haircut and dye job since I last saw her. Her short blond hair reminded me of a military cut. Her face no longer had that elegant grace. Now she was all hard lines and sharp edges.

My eyes widened as I really looked at her. At the white scars that criss crossed her firm body, brightly contrasting with her golden bronze skin. The markings on her arms were familiar from the single criminal justice class I had taken. Defensive wounds. Lots of them. Were those shiny circular marks from bullets? How many times had she been shot?

Danielle moved with supreme confidence. If my instincts were right, and these were battle scars, then I could understand why. She was dangerous. Deadly in a way I hadn’t recognized until this moment.

Was she an assassin?

And… I kissed her.

My cheeks heated. All on my own, I had kissed my rapist. While she raped me. Willingly. I wanted to disappear. Crawl into the corner and hide from the world. I kissed a woman. Danielle… While she essentially waterboarded me as she raped me. Even if I was a lesbian, she was the last one I should have kissed.

“You could have asked,” I whispered brokenly.

“What?” said Danielle.

“You know I’ll do anything to save them. On the beach, if you had asked me to lay down and spread my legs, I would have. Why didn’t you do that?”

Danielle swaggered over, looking down into my eyes from inches away. “Making you lay down and fucking you on the beach would have been entertaining. But that,” she gestured at bruises forming on my neck, and the ache between my legs, “was a hell of a lot more fun.”

My mouth opened and closed a few times. What do you say to that? What could I say? She didn’t feel guilty. If anything, knowing something hurt me would only encourage her.

She dressed in clean clothing. Dark blue jeans and a long-sleeved black blouse. Only after putting on her socks and shoes and putting her old clothing away did she offer me a short plaid skirt and a thin white top that left my midriff bare. Fishnet stockings and black high-heeled sandals followed. Neither bra nor panties were offered.

Until I saw myself in the mirror, I hadn’t realized how well the outfit worked. Everything came together into a coherent whole. If only the whole didn't scream slutty schoolgirl hooker. Blushing, I jerked my gaze to the floor. I almost wished she had left me naked.

Danielle took a large spray canister from the duffle. She used it to spray a noxious smelling chemical over the entire room. When she had me open the door, a blast of cold wind left me shivering. Teeth chattering, I waited while she destroyed every trace of evidence that we had been there.

Leaving my clothing on the sand, my footprints leading into the ocean. The suicide note. It all made sense now. Silent tears dripped down my cheeks. As far as everyone else was concerned, I committed suicide by swimming into the ocean. Not a trace of evidence existed to show otherwise, and no one would be surprised when my body wasn’t found.

Howling like a banshee, wind and rain tore through the once calm eye of the tornado. It snapped my once long and beautiful hair into fine slivers of sharp crystal. Upon the wind, they swirled around me, slicing into my unfeeling crystalline flesh.

“Goodbye,” I whispered to the world I would never see again.

Danielle’s attention snapped to me. Her eyes filled with something dark, and a vicious grin twisted her lips. Without a word, she slung both duffle bags over her shoulder and walked away. I followed.

What else could I do?

Breaking Elizabeth - 05

DriveAround the building was a mostly empty parking lot. In the corner, where itcouldn’t be seen from the road, was a bright yellow Hummer. She opened thedriver’s door and motioned for me to climb inside. The motor rumbled quietly. Blessed warmth. Scooting into the passenger seat, I made room f…

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