Poetic Concrete

Jocelyn narrowed her eyes as she saw Allison come at her. She went o scramble but she couldn't. Allison crashed on top of her and Jocelyn growled. She let out a hff as she suddenly found a thig between her legs and erbreasts flattened.

"Uhwah..."

Her head fell backwards as their bodies crashed together. She knew she was in trouble and her hand patted around te ground searching desperately. Her cheeks flushed. Worse than feeling hot from Allison's body rubbing against her was the fact that she knew very well that Allisn had no lusty intentions, only murderous ones and yet Jocelyn's mind desperately tried to believe that Allison, amidst the horror, would set aside her rage and make sweet love to her right there.

"Gyaaaaaaahhhh!"

Jocelyn screamed as she felt Allison's teeth clamp down on her cheek. Jocelyn's fingers gripped tightly around a stray piece of glass and brought it up to stab it into the side of Allison's shoulder. Maybe that would get the crazy bitch off her? It was Jocelyn's only hope!

Allison let out a feral, angry, pained scream with the sudden agony in her shoulder. She looked to the side and saw blood, and a wave of rage and panic hit her. She fumbled to pin Jocelyn's arm down against the floor and pressed her lips recklessly against hers, leaning in with her teeth to make it hurt before pulling back and delivering a sharp slap across her face. And then another. And another.

She flailed at Jocelyn's head, battering her cheeks, and then put a hand on the girl's stomach and changed the angle of her hips to grind her crotch against Jocelyn's. Her other hand grabbed for the neck of her dress and gave it a savage, unrestrained yank.

Jocelyn heard the scream and her heart skipped a beat. She was anxious, scared and hot. It would have been an ecstatic situation if not for the tight ball of nerves that wriggled heavily in her stomach. She tried to oull the jagged glass downward to flay open Allison's arm but soon she felt her hand pinned. She clutched the glass like her life depended on it, feeling it eat into her already cut hand deeper. She would have cried in hot pain if she adn't felt Allison's liips press against her own. Herbody eased against her own will. Her desires were being made into reality until the horror of what was going to happen creeped into the back of her head, the pressure tightening against her brain just as the force of Allison's teeth smashed against Jocelyn's lips unpleasantly.

No, don't! Jocelyn screamed as she saw Allison raise a hand but it was only in her head. The first slap caused Jocelyn's head to snap and forced a yelp out of her, stinging her pale cheek red. The next few cracks of hand against cheek only made Jocelyn whimper as tears flecked out from her eyes.

Jo celyn's body felt suddenlt heavy, elpless to stop Allison. The hard palm against her stomach forced a hot breath out of her, making her vulnerable as she suddenly felt the sensual grind of Allison's sex on her own. Her dress was hiked up high, leaving the thong a scnt protection against Allisn's dirty attack. Jocelyn's cheeks flared and she opened her mouth. It formed an O but no sound came out. A stream of fresh, hot tears leaked into Jocelyn's open mouth and she quickly shut it and her eyes tigtly as a soft squeak came from her closed lips.

Jocelyn could feel the tears in her eyes demand escape from their prison behind her tightly closed eyelids. Shame and horror flooded through her body. Shame and horror that derived from the fact that her fantasies were all but being fullfiflled and her womanhood throbbed with desire as each swivel of Allison's hips forced rough contact between clothed bodies. Jocelyn's mind screamed for it to end but her body only wished to feel a softer, more sensitive touch from Allison.

"Haaaaaah!"

Jocelyn let out a gasp s Allison tore down her dress, exposing one of her breasts to the hot air that filled the spaces between the women.

Jocelyn shivered and she opened her eyes to lookat her assailant. Her lip quivered and she took an extreme amount of effort to speak as properly as she could.

"S-Sarah... Not like this!" She started off well enoug but blurted out the last part. She threw her head back and tried not to ompletely fall into complacancy for the inevitable. She opened her mouth and whispered a nearly breathless addendum to her plea for mercy.

"P-Please..."

"Don't call me that." Allison snarled, like an animal. She put a hand on Jocelyn's face in a sloppy attempt to shut her up and shoved it fitfully against the floor.

She sat up and hooked her arm under Jocelyn's leg and pulled it up while sitting on the other one, spreading the girl's legs apart and making her dress ride up higher. She smoothly slid her hips into place, with her sex pressed against Jocelyn's, and began to seductively rub it back and forth, the feeling sending shivers of pleasure through her body.

She waited just long enough for Jocelyn to give in to the feeling, and then slammed her fist into the girl's belly. She grabbed at her dress again and gave it another yank, with both hands, meaning to drag it off her entirely this time, or as close as her drunken heavy-handedness could get it.

Jocelyn's eyes widened as she heard the cruel grunt of Allison's words. She didn't know what it meant but it seeed Allison was beside herself. She felt the palm against her mouth for a moment as it pushed her head to the side and forced her head against the floor. Jocelyn groanedbut she remained still, only taking quick, sharp inhales when she abosolutely had to. She winced as Allison grabbed her leg and pried er legs apart shamefully. They spread willingly, invitingly as Jocelyn closed her eyes and shook her head to silently protest her own body's delight at what was coming next.

Jocelyn let out a surprised coo and deep exhale at the eletrcity that jolted through her body upon the tight, sensual contact that was made between them. It was enough for her to forget the horrible way in which this had started. Only a second passed, as She snapped back into reality and stiffened again. She closed her mouth, refusing satisfaction to be given to Allison by any audible cues of pleasure on the Chistralian's part. She even held her breath. That only amplified the sensation until she let out a gasping, raspy moan and threw her head back.

"Huuuwaaah! Nnnnn Sarah!"

She gave in. She longed to call out Allison's naem, Allison's own warning be damned! She gave in and relaxed. She could forgive the alcohol and the dreadful way in which this ordeal started if only Allison just treated her a bit more tenderly. She was duped utterly and barely even noticed that Allison reached for her dress until se heard the tearing that left her mostly adorned in her black thong only.

Jocelyn's heart tigtened and she looked up at Allison and frowned. "Be gentle, Sarah, Please!" She uttered the words and found herself disgusted to have spoken them. She was fighting a war on multiple fronts now and she had to allow reason to take over. She balled her fist and tried to club the side of Allison's cheek with it while she bucked her hips. It was all she cloud manage.

"Be gentle?!" Allison shrieked, totally ignoring the pelt on her cheek. She sprang to her feet and sent a sharp stomp down at Jocelyn's sex. "My NAME. Is ALLISON." She roared.

She grabbed the fallen chair and swung it through the air in a big arc the ended with it smashing against Jocelyn's nearly naked body, and then added a furious stomp at Jocelyn that hit the chair instead. She became acutely aware, upon lifting the chair, of the pain in her arm. She looked down at it. Blood ran down her arm, almost to her wrist. Her breathing was heavy and uneven, and she glared wild-eyed down at Jocelyn.

She scooped up the rope and kicked Jocelyn in the ribs to roll her over onto her stomach and braced a knee against the small of her back.

"You will be lucky to ever see the light of day again, you pathetic, worthless, bitch. I fucking hate you, do you understand? And I'm going to make you feel it." She seethed.

Jocelyn thought she was going to get away when Allison hopped up onto her feet. She couldn't understand her efforts had been futile until she felt the crunching stomp against her sex. She shrieked in pain. Her body convulsed on it's own. Joceyn watched Allison's drunked, rage filled tantrum with one eye, curling her body up into the best resemblance of a ball she could. She placed one hand over her ear. She had to drown out Allison's impossible words! She saw the cair being flunge and shut her open eye. It clanged against her but did minimal damage.

She was about to crawl awaay when she felt a sharp toe in her ribs and hissed in pain. It was everywhere on her body at this point. So much so that additional pain, unless wretchedly larger in scope than what had been inflicted already, was barely worth acknowledging.

She got a few inches down the hallway before she felt the foot pressing against her back, jolding her down. Her weary body collapsed and she melted into the carpet. As she heard Allison's words, tears flodded her eyes anew at the prospect of what torture was to ome. She was slowly losing the will to do anything but whimper. Yet, somehow, when Allison spoke her wods, despite the tears, despite the pin, Jocelyn's lips had curled into a smile.

As she lay there, flattened to the ground with one foot. Nearly naked, partially raped, bruised and beaten with the threat of worse to come, she repeated the words of Allison in her head. Tears dripped into the curve of Jocelyn's smile and she felt it frozen in place.

Allison hated her. There was a good chance she might not survive the night, but those words of admission stirred Jocelyn a bit. Allison had felt the same deep, burning passion for Jocelyn that the Chistralian had felt for Allison. This was fate! The two were meant to be togeher! Jocelyn just knew it and she'd make sure they were together forever. She just had to make sure she survived tonight by way of some miracle and the smile never left her face even as she continued to cry and tremble in fear.

"I... I..." She stuttered. "Yes... Allison... I underdstand..."she muttered meekly.

Allison quickly and methodically trussed Jocelyn's arms behind her back with the rope, though it took some extra concentration to get the knot right with her drunk hands. She pulled it tight to make it just uncomfortable enough, and then moved off to take something out of her purse before returning to grab Jocelyn by the hair and the rope and haul her up.

She stomped off to the hallway, dragging Jocelyn along behind her, and shoved her into the closet where she'd got the rope. There were shelves taking up most of it, with a gap between them and the door just wide enough for a small person. She shoved Jocelyn inside and closed the door, and then locked it with the key from her purse, without bothering to even look at her.

She went into the bathroom, switched on the light, and frowned at herself in the mirror. She looked terrible, and her dress was ruined from the blood dripping from her shoulder. She removed a small kit from under the sink, let her dress fall to the floor, and tended to the wound, cleaning it off and bandaging it. She splashed her face with cold water, and following one last scowl into the mirror, she went to bed.

Sleep came quickly, perhaps only thanks to the wine.

Jocelyn whimpered as she felt Allison tie her up. The thought of what might come next made her scream inwardly but her body betrayed her. There was nothing that she could do except tense up at the tightened ropes. She was weakly pliable to Allison's rough treatment, only allowing a grimace and soft groan of pain as her hair was grabbed. Her teeth clenched and she did enough to make sure she wasn't painful dead weight in Allison's grip.

She yelped quietly as she was dragged and tried to maintain the pace Allison was keeping, stumbling until she was being literally drug by the hair. If only she had her hands to help ease her scalp! Jocelyn knew not what was in store for her until she was pushed into a closet, barely folding herself up to get out from the slamming door.

She heard the lock and her eyes widened. She could hear the faintest echo in her very heard. Her first instinct was to beg and cry out but she bit her lip and let out a soft sigh, resting her head against the door. It only took a few minutes before she began to weep profusely. When she cried out all the tears in her body and her eyes were red, she remained silent. Her body was tired but her mind raced.

"I love you!" She cried out. "Sarah! I love you!" She called out again. She was certain Allison wouldn't hear the words. Even if she did, that wouold be fine. "You're mine! The fact... the fact that I'm here, means you desire me too!" She compromised with herself. "We're going to be together... forever! Even if it kills us both, I know it!" Her voice sounded deranged. She smiled. "We both know it!" She added.

She then began to sing an old song in Chinese. An [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=18jkduz70lE:3h7c4nbk]old love song[/url:3h7c4nbk] that she felt especially deserved to be sung. Her voice, in Chinese, wasn't half bad though her weary state made it falter from pleasant to psychotic melancholy that would have driven the ears of listeners to a safe hiding place away from her crackling voice.

"<Crescent moon floating on a cloud,
O'er the crest of a mountain.
Silver gem in a satin crown,
Resting on the royal mountain.
Pale moon, new moon, crescent moon,
Shining brightly over K'anting.

Nightingale singing in the wood,
Serenading the forest,
Fills the air with a sad refrain,
In the quiet of the evening.
Sweet song, fair song, lonely song,
Echoing through all of K'anting.

Lotus blooms rise above the stream,
Lovely waxen perfection,
Slowly open to view the world,
Slowly spread their silken petals.
Wild flower, pink flower, fleeting flower,
Growing in the streams of K'anting.>"

She repeated the Chinese song a few times before her body finally gave in and she collapsed into unconsciousness.