The Year I Went Pear-Shaped (20 page)

Chapter 45: Foreplay

The woman sat quietly on the soft blue doona of the bed in the room at the top of the house. Smiling to herself, she rocked gently back and forth and listened to the noises downstairs. She listened as pizza was ordered and she listened as the other woman sung and swore to herself. Not long now, she thought.

Chapter 46: Reaching Climax

Ok. The pizza was coming and the pyjamas were on. Next stop, back to the kitchen to reboil the kettle, make a cup of Milo and open a bottle of something cheeky. Drinking wine and Milo at the same time was a habit that Anita and I had developed in recent months, much to the horror of anyone who witnessed the vintner’s atrocity.

Finally, I was ready to head to the lounge. With my Milo, wine, and packet of chocolate mint slices, I turned on the telly and settled myself into the plump sofa, the remote control at my side. I lit up the first of many Alpine ciggies. If this evening were any more perfect, I’d be orgasming. Speaking of which, Big Black Ben might have to come out of his box later tonight as well.

About three quarters of an hour, a third of a bottle of wine and half an episode of Just Shoot Me later, there were three sharp knocks on the door.

“Coming!” I shouted.

A few minutes later I was the proud owner of a large seafood pizza and a host of other fat drenched offerings passed off as food.

Over the next few hours I ate junk, watched rubbish (funny rubbish, admittedly) and washed it all down with a full-bodied red. By 9pm I was falling asleep on the sofa surrounded by greasy pizza boxes, an ashtray stuffed with butts, and one and a half empty wine bottles. I couldn’t move.

‘Come on Darla, get yourself to bed,’ I said out loud trying to rouse myself enough to make the journey upstairs. Slowly getting to my feet, I left the mess exactly where it was with half-hearted thoughts of cleaning up in the morning, and dragged my bloated, weary body up the stairs. A couple of minutes later I was in bed and asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

Chapter 47: Show Time!

The woman sat in the dark, listening as the house went quiet. After waiting another half an hour, she stood up, picked up her bag, which was sitting on the floor at her feet, and left the room. Slowly and quietly, she walked around the house checking that no lights were on and that all the curtains were drawn.

Then, from a downstairs window, she sat still for another 20 minutes, watching the street outside through the side of the curtain. No-one and nothing stirred. But she knew he was out there close by, waiting in the car.

Taking a knife from her bag, she walked through to the kitchen and over to the phone. She picked up the cord that ran from the back of the phone to the wall and, making a loop, she put the blade of the knife in the centre and pulled through the white plastic cord with one strong tug.

The knife was thrown back into the bag. It fell to the bottom and made a dull clicking sound as it jiggled against the mobile phone that she’d picked up from off the floor of the other woman’s bedroom.

Then quietly, quietly, she climbed the stairs with her bag over one shoulder, never taking her eyes off the door at the top. Once outside the door, she stopped, held her breath and pressed her ear to the wood listening for sounds of stirring on the other side. Nothing.

She carefully wrapped her hand around the door knob and slowly turned it until she heard a click, then pushing the door open a fraction before standing still again and listening. Still nothing.

She pushed the door open a bit further, just enough for her to push her body through sideways. Then she listened again before doing just that. A minute later she was in the room. Her eyes had adjusted to the dark long ago and she looked over to the bed. The other woman was sound asleep. Her shallow breathing was just audible and the sheet moved slightly with the rise and fall of her chest. She was lying on her side facing away from the intruder.

Perfect, thought the woman, and carefully placed her bag on the floor before crouching down to pull out several objects. There were a couple of knives, a bottle of methylated spirits, some teatowels, rope, a roll of gaffer tape, handcuffs, and a cigarette lighter.

First the women cut a length of the tape and stuck it lightly to the front of her leg. Then she opened the methylated spirits and soaked one of the teatowels. Finally, tucking a corner of the cloth into the top of her trousers, she picked up a pair of handcuffs.

With her eyes fixed on the sleeping figure, she stealthily covered the ground to the bed and stood over the other woman for a few minutes. Lowering her face just inches from the other woman’s head, she inhaled her scent. The other woman smelt clean and peaceful, her hair lay in long messy strands across her face. Picking up a strand, she rubbed it lightly between her fingers. It felt soft and silky. She let it fall gently back down across the other woman’s face and for a second her eyelids fluttered.

Inhaling her smell deeply once more, the woman straightened up. Looking down on the vulnerable woman, she felt powerful and strong. She would show them. She was too clever for them. They wouldn’t get the better of her. She would make him pay for his foolish rejection.

It was time.

Then, as swiftly and violently as a striking snake, the intruder pulled back the doona, grabbed the other woman’s arms, yanked them behind her back and secured the handcuffs around her wrists, all in one swift move.

The other woman awoke instantly, she was wearing just a pyjama top and panties. Terrified and disorientated, she started screaming as she jerked her body around wildly in an effort to see her attacker.

Immediately, the woman clamped the tea towel soaked in meths over her face. The screaming stopped just long enough for her to then pull the towel away and slap gaffer tape over the woman’s mouth. She knew it would’ve been easier simply to crack her over the head as she slept but the woman wanted her victim to be fully conscious throughout the ordeal. She wanted to see the fear pumping through every cell of the other woman’s body. Just like those big dumb animals, wide eyed and whining with terror as they were herded into the abattoir, the smell of death teasing their big, wet nostrils. And just as they knew for certain that they were about to die, this woman would also know.

The intruder held her victim down on the bed. The other woman’s eyes were popping from out of their sockets, she was trembling and whimpering from beneath the tape covering her mouth. Already, sweat was starting to drip from the other woman’s pores. The hair that had been soft and silky just minutes ago was now wet and stuck to her cheek, matted with sweat and tears.

The intruder watched with detached interest as the other woman’s shock and confusion gave way to tears and panic. The thrill from seeing her prey so completely helpless and under her control gave the woman a sexual thrill. Adrenaline pumped through her veins. Her pussy was wet.

Kneeling on the bed behind the other woman, a hand still clamped over her mouth, she forced her head around and leant forward so that they were face to face about an inch apart. The woman smiled at her victim and with her other hand reached down to fondle the other woman’s breast. Feeling the fingers kneading her breast, the other woman struggled harder again, trying to jerk her body away. The woman just squeezed the breast hard and pressed her mouth to her ear.

‘Shhhhh. Be still or I’ll slit your fucking throat open.’

That did it. The other woman stopped struggling immediately and held herself rigid, helpless to do anything other than wait to see what was going to happen next. She blinked away her tears and whimpered quietly.

Pushing her captive face down back onto the bed, the woman picked up the tape again and, with one knee in the other woman’s back, started winding tape around her ankles.

Then, standing up, she took a knife and cut the end of the tape before taking a step back to admire her work. The other woman lay there helpless, gagged and bound, face down on the bed.

“Well now Darla. At last we meet,” she said out loud to the other woman, finally breaking the silence. “I’ve been wanting to get to know you better for ages and now here we are just the two of us. But I think I’d like you to be able to see me. I’m going to turn you over and sit you up, ok? It’d be in your interests not to fight me.”

With that she rolled the other woman over on to her back. Then she climbed up on the bed, stood behind Darla and pushed her torso up into a sitting position before slipping her arms under the other woman’s armpits. Grunting from the effort, she hauled Darla backwards until her back was resting against the wrought iron bed head.

Next, she took the rope and tied her to the bars of the bed head. Again, she jumped down to admire her work, breathing slightly harder from the effort.

Perfect.

“A little light would be good wouldn’t it Darla? Then we can see each other properly.”

Moving over to the lamp sitting on a bedside table, she picked up one of the shirts that Darla had thrown on the floor a few days earlier, threw it over the lampshade before turning the switch to on.

“That’s better isn’t it?”

Walking around back to the side of the bed that Darla was sat on, the woman sat on the edge in front of her.

“The dimmed light is a rather romantic effect don’t you think? I picked that little tip up from Lush! magazine actually, some story about how to turn your bedroom into a vixen’s seduction zone. Very informative little article it was too. Was that one of the little tricks you used on my Gordon?”

She saw the other woman’s eyes flash with confusion and sneered.

“That’s right Darla, MY Gordon. You really should have left him alone you know. He was meant for me.”

She put her hand on Darla’s knee and started rubbing it suggestively.

“And, I have to admit Darla, woman to woman, that it made me a little mad to see that he was running all over town with you. Unfortunately I have a bit of a temper.”

She shook her head and tutted while holding Darla’s gaze. Without speaking she slowly moved her hand up Darla’s bare thigh. The two women stared at each other in silence, breathing slowly. When her hand reached the top of Darla’s leg she lightly ran her fingers over the front of her panties, then removed her hand.

“You know, my counsellors used to say that I had ‘aggression issues,’” the woman said. “Apparently they were something to do with the stuff my Grandfather used to make me do when I was little. It’s not true though, those counsellor types are so stupid, so easy to manipulate. I never told any of them that those dirty things were my idea.” She chuckled. “It was the easiest way to earn extra pocket money.”

She paused for a moment to study her fingernails.

“You see Darla,” she said as she examined her nails, “the problem as I see it, is that Gordon would’ve been mine if you’d stayed away, he’d have come round to my way to thinking eventually. But you got in the way and now I’m going to have to get you out of the way.”

Putting her hands down, she tilted her head to the side, looked straight at Darla and sighed.

“It’s a shame really but it’s your own fault. You know the old saying about hell having no fury like a woman scorned? Well times that by a million Honey and you come somewhere close to how I’m feeling. You’ve both forced my hand on this.”

She let out a small laugh. “Ah well!” She chirped.

A tear rolled down Darla’s face and over the tape covering her mouth before dropping onto her chest.

“It’s no use crying now!” She laughed, lifting her hand to gently caress Darla’s trembling cheek. “Tears won’t help you now, my pretty little thing,” she said, stroking Darla’s hair.

“You really are quite lovely. I can see why Gordon was taken in by you. I’m glad you’re pretty, I’d have really hated to have been cheated on with some fat, ugly dog.”

The intruder leant forward until her face was right up to Darla’s. So close that she could feel the warm air leaving Darla’s nostrils on her cheek. She inched closer and slowly kissed the side of Darla’s head. Darla let out a muffled scream and pulled away.

The woman sat up straight again, smirked, and slapped Darla across the face as hard as she could. So hard that Darla’s neck cracked as her head swung sharply round from the impact.

“Don’t pull away from me again Darla. Understand?”

Darla nodded, fresh tears bursting from the corners of her eyes and a red palm print beginning to form on her cheek.

“Good.” The woman smiled. “Now lets try again.” She leant forward again and planted her mouth on Darla’s neck. She held the kiss for a few moments as Darla stayed rigidly still then changed the kiss into a suck. For a minute, she suckled Darla’s neck like a baby on the breast. When it was wet and shiny with saliva, the woman opened her mouth and bit down hard on the soft skin. Startled by the unexpected stab of pain, Darla squealed again and jerked away.

Again, the woman pulled back and slapped her hard across the cheek.

“Darla, you do not move until I tell you to. I’ll do whatever I damn well please. And now I’m going to have a good look at you.”

With that the woman slowly undid the buttons on Darla’s pyjama top then pulled it half off, exposing her breasts.

“Hmm, pretty big aren’t they Darla?” She said cupping a breast in each hand. “Too big to be perky and you’ll probably have to watch out for sagging in a few years but they’re not holding up too badly.”

The woman jiggled the breasts in her hands.

“Did Gordon like holding them Darla?”

Darla shook her head furiously.

The intruder bent her head forwards and took Darla’s right breast in her mouth, sucking the nipple and drawing circles around it with her tongue. Then she did the same to the other side, massaging and licking.

“How about this Darla?” the intruder said, lifting her head up again, the breasts still in her hands. “Did Gordon like sucking your tits like this? Did you get wet when he did this?”

Darla shook her head again.

“Oh come on! I wasn’t born yesterday Darla. I know what men want,” the woman snarled. “I bet he had you on your back with your legs spread wide in no time at all. Is he a good fuck Darla? Did you enjoy it?” She pushed her face right up to Darla’s.

“Did you moan when he shoved his big hard cock into your pussy? Did you beg him to push harder and deeper? I bet you did you little slut.”

She spat out the last word like it was poison and gave Darla’s breasts a hard pinch. Her eyes had become slits, her lips curled and her voice came straight from the pit of her stomach full of rage and madness.

“Yeah, I bet you fucking begged for it. I bet you got down on all fours like a bitch on heat and begged him to fuck you. That’s what women like you do but I’m gonna bloody well teach you.”

Standing up suddenly, the woman went to her bag and pulled out a small razor sharp knife.

“See this? I can cut through bone like it’s paper with this little beauty. I’m going to slice you Darla, I’m going to make it look like you slit your own wrists in an effort to get out of your sad little life. Not yet though, we’ve still got a few things to do. I’m not finished with you yet. But maybe I’ll give you a little demonstration.”

Sitting down right next to Darla again, the woman lifted the knife and held it up to Darla’s face.