The Black Symphony's Requiem

Anyone that knew Lukretia knew some basic things. Despite the fact that she seemed like, and most often was, a complete bitch, she generally had a pretty long fuse. Words and name calling rarely seemed to bother her and she was a bit of a masochist and so inflicting pain on her did little as well. She had been to the bottom, seen Hell and climbed out of it kicking and screaming on her hands in knees. As far as she was concerned, no situation was no beneficial to her in some way and there was rarely a time when she was not in control. Because of this, it was hard to get her mad. She was about to scoff once more at the agoth's final words of defiance when she suddenly found her eye, wet with saliva.

She suddenly grew silent as one eye closed. She lifted up her hand and wiped the spit away, a rather neutral look on her face. It was one of calm, coolness. It seemed to hold no anger and her normal smirk was absent as well. She released Tammy's hair, leaving her to rest on the knee and reached up to carefully touch the point of Tammy's chin, tilting the girl's head so she could look right at her. "Meine frau..." She said in a soft tone.

She then held up her saliva soaked finger. "I believe you misplaced something." She then sneered and brought the hand that was on her hand up and and forced the girl's mouth open. She took the other finger and jabbed it into Tammy's mouth, joping to get a gag reflex out of her. "Let me return it!" She snarled.

Tammyâ€s entire body felt like it was literally crippled at this point. But, even now, she proved just how stubborn she was, even to the bitter end. She wanted to buy time, willing to take whatever pain imaginable before Lukretia tortured her in another way, so Tammy decided to do whatever it took just to do it, even if from head to toe, she could hardly move.

As Lukretia released Tammyâ€s hair, her body slouched back, her chest parting from Lukretiaâ€s, as she once again felt the chill from the locker against her sweat stained back. Her whole body was practically lip, aside from her two hands weakly protecting her crotch, as it rested on the devilâ€s knee. There was no pleasure from it, as she let out a shallow, slow exhale, looking off to the side and down, causing a bit of her hair to fall over the front of her face, shadowing her eyes. Tammy looked like she was broken apart in every way possible, but in those golden eyes, even after she shed a tear, there was still a few embers. She couldnâ€t allow herself to be beaten this way, and despite how it ached in every muscle of her body, bruised and battered, she still resisted.

And so, as she took a few shallow breaths, her mouth slightly agape as she panted with her shoulders rising and falling slightly in every breath, she suddenly felt Lukretiaâ€s finger enter the caverns of her mouth. She knew what she was trying to do, hearing that sharp voice of malice from the woman again, as she attempted to bring her finger deep into Tammyâ€s throat. But, before she did, Tammyâ€s stubborn resistance was shown again, as she clenched her jaw muscles, and slammed her teeth shut like a bear trap. Not afraid of the taste this witchâ€s blood had, or that she nearly bit hard enough to cut to the bone, Tammy kept her teeth clamped down just before the girlâ€s finger went too far, right at the middle joint of her finger, the back of Tammyâ€s mind telling her to just tighten and try to tear her finger right off!

Lukretia had expected as much when Tammy clamped down on her finger. She knew that it was an easy tactic for the goth and one that could be performed with little energy. Lukretia sucked in a breath as she felt the sharp teeth threaten to cut into her skin. Her teeth clenched tightly but the corner of her lips tugged upwards.

The hand that was on Tammy's cheek, that she had been using to try and force the goth's mouth open with, suddenly came down. "Dumkopf..." She growled, clearly irritated but trying to display the faintest hints of chastisement through the pain. "You should have accepted ze gift..." Whatever she meant be the words, Tammy was about to find out as Lukretia pulled her free hand backwards like a cocking gun. She made a fist and then extended her knuckles and launched it forward. Not aiming at Tammy's head. No. That would daze the girl but she wanted Tammy to understand that preventing the pain she was given only made her receive a worse kind of pain.

Instead the modified punch was aimed right at Tammy's thoat. An attack like that should force the goth's body to do as Lukretia desired. But even if Tammy relented, Lukretia would not and try and drive the finger deep into the girl's mouth. The combination of the two attacks should send the sensation of something close to being drowned. And not a drop of water in sight. Lukretia would be quite proud of herself if she succeeded.

Tammy would have thought the girl would yelp in pain, maybe try and pull back only to find her finger still clamped in. In Tammyâ€s mind, it was a small victory, but one she was sadistically proud of, wanting to get in her edge of pain against this woman while she still had it in her. She knew she was going to get beaten more, she had accepted that, and Tammy was willing to take whatever she had to dish out, hoping to avoid the sexual agony for as long as possible. As long as she could by time until someone arrived… that was all that mattered.

But instead, the woman was… smiling? It was slight, but her lips had the faintest curve that resembled one. The woman growled a little, saying a curse in German that Tammy recognized, only to be frozen with fear at what she saw next. In a flash, the woman cocked her fist back, and sent it like a bullet at Tammyâ€s throat, the beaten kawaii left as nothing but a deer in headlights at the oncoming blow, her mouth instinctively opening just a little in shock at what was to come, setting Lukretia free of the pain.

Then, with a loud smack, her throat practically bent inwards like a cave giving in under the pressure and impact of Lukretiaâ€s fist. Air escaped her like a balloon popped, her dull golden eyes bulged wide open like they were going to just fall out, and her mouth slacked open, a silent scream coming out of her. Saliva dripped from her mouth as her whole body went slack, like the cord of life had been severed from her, and there was nothing left but a doll. Ever so faintly, like those embers of vigor and life in her were nothing more than gray smoke from the dead flame, Tammy gave a small, desperate wheezing breath, trying to get air into her lungs. But it felt like her throat had closed up, and she could barely maintain her consciousness. Her whole body was trembling violently, sweat pouring from her reddened face, as she lied limp against the locker and straddled on Lukretiaâ€s knee. She couldnâ€t find any will to move, and her body, mind, and spirit felt crushed. The only thing she could do was make a panic attempt to even breath, as her vision blurred, and she gave a weak, struggled cough, sounding like she was choking slowly in the most painful way possible, nothing more than a broken toy now.

Lukretia heard the sickening noise that accompanied her viscious throat punch and grinned. She could see the will completely leave Tammy. There would be no resistance now. It felt so exhilirating! Now she could take her time and begin the process if dismantling her in a different way. A slightly more appealing way to the german domme. She stepped away from Tammy and hoped to simply let her drop to the floor like a sack of potatoes.

As she did, she waved her hand in the air and sucked on the finger. The bitch had managed to break the skin a bit but She mused at the fact that the goth would never have that satisfaction of knowing. She then turned and surveyed her work. "Vell now, meine frau." She cooed. "Let's really get down to business, shall ve?" She said and laughed.

"Let me ease all of your suffering you poor thing." She said in a soft tone. She assumed that Tammy would fall to her knees, gagging with rump in the air and she knelt down behind the goth and reached out to begin to rub Tammy's striped panty'd rear sensually.

Without any will to move, Tammy collapsed flat on the ground when Lukretia released her. Her face hit the carpet floor with a small thud, both eyes half open, but the once focused and determined golden gaze now holding no will in it at all, and her mouth remained slightly open, a small sliver of drool coming from her lips since she had practically suffocated. Her cyan colored, short sleeved shirt stuck to her body as it was covered in sweat, hugging her entire form, as she was face down on the floor. Her chest flat against the floor, it caused her sweat stained breasts to mushroom out a little, and Lukretia could see the perfect curve along the center of her spine, the damp shirt showing her every groove, even the faint divots from her ribs on the side of her waist. Tammyâ€s thin and slender arms lied limp on the ground, fingers curled slightly, but never moving, and her legs were strait out, slightly spread the whole time, as the girl simply lied there like a corpse. The only motion and sound from her right now was the faint, struggled breathing from her, a few weak coughs in between, as her cute, desperate pants for breath was the only sound from her. Her body rise and fell ever so slightly with every breath, and the only movement she did was a slight turn of her head, just so she didnâ€t have to lay her face down so uncomfortably. Right now… Tammy was broken down like a bird who had its wings severed off, hardly finding the strength to even flail or make a feeble attempt to fight back, just lying there, desperately trying to get some air back into her lungs as she felt like her throat had been crushed.

Unable to even admire her little handywork on Lukretia, the silence was broken as the woman looked her over, proud of what she had done. And then, she brought along that warning, causing Tammyâ€s eyes to feebly open just a bit more, the look of pained fear coming across her when Lukretia told her it was time they began. Even worse, she taunted her, that soft tone like the false allure of a succubus, acting like she was actually going to help Tammy now after what she had done. Tammy knew this heartless monster didnâ€t mean the kind of help she really wanted, and just lied there, helpless as she felt like crying. Instead, she lost site of Lukretia, unable to find it possible to even look behind her at this point as Lukretia bent down behind her. Lukretia would see those blue and white striped panties beneath Tammyâ€s cyan blue skirt that matched her shirt. Her frontside flat against the floor, she would see that Tammyâ€s ass had a perfect curve to it, one that she could cup her hand around just right, as the sweat all over Tammy made even her underwear tightly hug her flesh, providing her the perfect site of her too, round cheeks. The girl had a perfect body for her petite structure, like Lukretia had found a treasure among the kawaiis. And now, Tammy was broken down before her, ripe for her pleasure. Tammy couldnâ€t resist at this point, only barely moving her hips a little side to side, like her ass was doing a small dance of presentation for Lukretia, as Tammy was pathetically trying to move away but found it futile.

"mmmmmmm" Lukretia purred as she slid her hands around the tight sweat soaked panties like an inspector grading a cut of meat. Indeed Tammy was merely a slab of flesh for Lukretia to do as she pleased. She pulled her hand back and gave the butt a firm slap. Her hand then trailed down and ran down her thigh. "Vat a beautiful body you have meine frau. "But I think ve need to remove zese pesky clothes." She then dug her nails into Tammy's ass and curled them around her panties. She then pulled down hard, raking her nails along the goth's rear before leaving the panties to rest at the bottom of her ass cheeks, only barely exposing her woman hood.

"Oh my!" She gasped. "Look at me... Getting ahead of meine self..." She then stood up. "Here I am only interested in ze steak und forgetting about ze salad." She then chuckled and put her foot on Tammy's shoulder and pushed to shove her onto her back.

"Now zat all ze fuss is over, maybe ve can get to know each other a litlle better?" She said and chuckled as she put a boot on Tammy's breast and began to rub her heel into the breast. Not painfully grinding, but just slowly circling her boot around it. "Meine frau? Do you think in you could ever lust for me? I vonder if ze thought isn't dreadful to you. But... I am determined to make you beg me to fuck you... I am curious to see if I still have meine touch."

Tammy had a cold, dark feeling in the pit of her stomach right now, knowing what disasters waited her. She could barely move or resist at this point, and found that now, her only ally was time itself, still barely lingering on to that small hope that someone would come, even though the chances were slim to none.

“Nya!” She gave a small yelp and her body jolted as the palm of Lukretiaâ€s hand slapped her right on the rear, making Tammy shudder a little after she gave that high pitched, almost cat-like yelp. The sharp pain made her tuck her head down just a little, giving a small whimper, like a child who had just had their toys taken away, and was being punished. The girl had a high tolerance for pain, but something like just a slap at this point when she was already so broken down was hard to resist as she continued to shudder, shake, and tremble from the agony in her. It only made Lukretiaâ€s job easier in slowly pulling Tammyâ€s adorable panties down, the girl practically wiggling out of the underwear, halfway down with the womanâ€s ‘helpâ€. Her ass exposed slightly, there was Lukretiaâ€s red hand print on Tammyâ€s slightly pale, but perfectly rounded cheeks, firm and curved, as if begging for another as Tammy continued to tremble.

When Lukretia rolled Tammy over, her whole body did so in a ragdoll like motion, hands falling to her side, and her half shut eyes staring up at Lukretia, as her mouth was slightly agape, still giving weak attempts to breath, her high pitched panting for air making her the most luscious target in her eyes. The faint peek at the top of Tammyâ€s sex was visible, but only slightly, as Lukretia would see she was smooth and shaven, and her panties still pinched slightly between the lips of her sex, another eager target for the woman as she was ready, Tammyâ€s disheveled skirt giving her a perfect look at the Kawaiiâ€s slender thighs and upper crotch. Then, as the womanâ€s boot rested against her plump breast, Tammy turned her head to the side a bit, her lips quivering as she lightly nibbled the edge of it, her body squirming a little as her legs tensed up, and the tips of her fingers curled inwards. She couldnâ€t fight back at all, not sure how to confront these feelings she was soon to face. And instead, as Lukretia explained all she had planned for Tammy, the kawaii felt tears streaming down her face. And finally, those golden eyes watered as she began to cry pathetically, soft hics and sobs coming from her quivering lips, streaming down one by one as she felt like now… it was hopeless.

Lukretia grinned at Tammy's broken state. Now was the time for her to get to what she had been waiting for but there was one last thing she had to do. She stepped on either side of Tammy's head and then looked dow, giving the goth a perfect shot of her black silk and laced panties. "Meine frau, zere is no need to veep. Here, let me vipe avay your tears. You should be enjoying zis." She then descended into a squat until she pressed herself against Tammy. Slolwly she began to rub herself against Tammy's face grinning as she did. "Maybe... Just maybe... If play nice you can save yourself some grief..."

As she began to slowly grind against Tammy's face, she reached down and grabbed Tammy's breasts and began to fondle them softly. "mmmm..." She purred. "But zis vont do." Sh then reached up and grabbed Tammy's collar and attempted to tear the shirt and expose her black bra. She was counting on someone finding Tammy eventually and was going to make it look as bad as it was going to be for the cute Goth.

Even as Lukretia told her how there was no reason to cry, Tammy knew that this monster was only taunting her. She found no joy in this at all, wishing to keep her body for only one person in her life, who has yet to be decided. And instead, she found herself looking up at this woman, who was smiling down at Tammy like a giant who had an insect ready to be crushed underfoot. Tammyâ€s depressing, broken down expression on her face never faded, the tears in her eyes ready to continue following, as she hardly found it possible to move her body, only barely gaining any will to move an arm, just enough to reach her aching throat as she clutched it weakly. She still found breathing difficult from the vicious strike there, and now, as she was broken down to this state, Tammy felt hopeless, watching Lukretia as the woman descended down on her.

“Mm, mmhph!” Suddenly, her golden eyes widened as she felt her face being forced to get exposed to Lukretiaâ€s panty cladded crotch, as her mound rubbed right along Tammyâ€s lips and nose. The faint scent was surprisingly delightful, and her lips were practically forced to kiss along between her legs, a small shudder coming through the girl when she realized what this was like. She had done this once before with Sindel, but that was different, she actually wanted that with the girl. But this, it was purely humiliating, and she tried to turn her head away, with little success.

Then, Lukretiaâ€s hands gripped Tammyâ€s perfectly shapen mounds that fit nicely in her palm, fondling them in a manner that was surprisingly gentle. Tammyâ€s body gave a small shudder, her lips slowly parting as she let out a soft exhale, causing her breath to lick at Lukretiaâ€s nethers, a warm sigh escaping her as it caused her lips to press a little firmer against Lukretiaâ€s crotch. Tammyâ€s face began to redden at this, only to let out a loud cry of embarrassment, her hands leaving her throat and instinctively covering her chest, as her favorite shirt was suddenly torn down the middle, causing the only thing left in front of her to be that loose tie, and a full c-cup bra, that nestled her two mounds nicely. “Nya! D-Donâ€t! Pl-Please stop it!” Though her voice was weak, with a high pitched cry, the desperate, struggled attempts was still in her voice, pathetically trying to resist as she barely managed to fold her hands over the front of her chest, feeling a slight chill from her skin being exposed to the air.