Pain and cuddles [Zavaya | Bellwright] NSFW

[Zavaya]

Finally. Today was the day Charlotte had been waiting for for months. Ever since she heard Linda was taken into custody, she had been waiting. False imprisonment, slavery, violence… She wanted it and that ungrateful brat had pressed charges against Linda. But as it turned out, they were false and much sooner than anticipated, Linda was getting out.

Which meant Charlotte had to move her plans forward a bit. It wasn't a big deal. She had a dead end job in some hardware shop, a crappy flat and no real friends to speak of. No, her place was next to Linda. She had made up her mind the moment she had seen her on the television. The whole country spoke of it but as with so many things, two weeks later, everybody had forgotten about the case of the poor innocent young girl and the predator woman.

Charlotte scoffed as she thought about it. She was waiting in the old Vauxhall Corsa, waiting in the visitors car park of HMP New Hall in West Yorkshire. The old car was cooling off from the drive up from Birmingham and Charlotte was actually nervous. She'd cancelled the rent on her flat, quit her job and taken all of her savings, a generous five hundred and twenty pounds off her bank account. She wasn't going back to her old life. Linda was her new life.
The problem was, Linda didn't know that. Not yet. Because Charlotte wasn't an official relative or any relative for that matter, nobody would give her information on the time she would be released and nobody would tell Linda that somebody was waiting for her. So Charlotte had left at stupid o'clock in the morning from Birmingham and now sat waiting.

Linda had been accused of a lot of things, mostly illegal stuff but that was the thing Charlotte had fallen for.

She had been waiting for hours when, finally, a couple minutes past one in the afternoon Charlotte finally spotted her. Her Goddess. Walking down the road like a common peasant with a bag and nothing more. The blonde immediately leapt out of the old car, swung the door shut and ran towards Linda.

"Linda! Linda Bowers!"

Charlotte ran towards the woman. She wasn't dressed to impress, she didn't have the money for that. A simple pair of grey sweatpants, her worn out black converse Allstars and a matching hoodie over a white top. Charlotte put her cap on as she ran towards Linda and stopped in front of her.

"Hi!... I'm Charlotte… or Charly.. I.. I saw what happened to you on the news and I heard you were being released… I came to pick you up… I.. I.."

She was blabbering amongst catching her breath from the sprint. Charlotte wasn't in the best of shape, having recently had some problems with illegal substances and alcohol.

"I'm at your service. You're my Goddess… Everything they accused you of… That sounds… Fucking good. Please Linda… at least consider my servitude, I'll do anything for you."

She looked around for other people but nobody was around, at least nobody who seemed to be waiting for Linda. So far, so good. Charlotte had thought of many scenarios and in most of them she would get rejected. What purpose would a Goddess have with a low life piece of shit like her? But here she was.. Talking to her..

"I have a car.. It's over there.. In the car park…"

She held up the key and then reached for Linda's bag to carry it for her.

 

[Dr Bellwright]

"See you later," the guard said to the recently freed Linda, his tone flat and mechanical. It was unclear if this was a rehearsed jab just released or automatic out of politeness used in a very wrong context. Either way, Linda's response was immediate and visceral: she thrust two fingers skyward, index and middle finger rigid and sharp, "Fuck off pisswank," she growled at the guard as she left the premises of the prison. Cleared of all accusations. She made a few more steps before pulling her shoulders back and inhaling. Deeply. And then again. And then again, but now with a disappointment. There was nothing exciting about taking her first breath as a free woman. The air was shit out here, just like it had been shit in there. And if that wasn't enough, Linda heard a chuckle from the guard she just flipped. Not that she expected to actuallyhave an impact, to penetrate the practised indifference of someone who locked and unlocked people for a living.

She threw the backpack over the shoulder and started walking across the parking lot. She probably should have asked the guard about the bus stop or a better way of getting the fuck out of this place before she flipped him, but it was too late now. Linda was making her way to what looked like the main road when thoughts about a pie or maybe a kebab started to invade her mind when she heard her own name.

The girl was suddenly in front of her. Scrawny but in a cute way, too excitable, too energetic. Linda almost stumbled back but held her ground by some miracle. The grimace on her face changed too many times for the girl to register. Annoyance, confusion, anger, confusion again. "The fuck" The fuck this wanker was talking about. God?! Linda swallowed, she had an urge to shove the girl away, and her hand already landed on her collarbone, but something stopped her. Instead, the ex-convict slowly moved her wrist upwards until her fingers were right around Charlotte's neck.

"Shhh." The woman hissed the command to shush through her teeth and slowly squeezed her hand around Charlotte's neck, just to make sure she actually did shut the fuck up. "That's your car?" Linda asked, she simply glanced at the Vauxhall and waited for the nod. "I could eat." She said. "Wouldn't mind a drink or two." The woman said, her hand firmly squeezing the girl's neck right there, the fact that she was slowly choking the girl in the parking lot of the prison hadn't yet sunk into Linda's brain. Until she did realise and quickly folded the hand back, noticing streaks from her fingers on the woman's skin.

"Yes. Lead on." Linda said, feeling a little weird handing the bag to the girl. She had an urge to grab it back, the post-prison paranoia about keeping all her things to herself. Also, she could be a con artist. Linda had to remind herself that there was nothing of value in the bag. The used toothbrush was probably the hardest thing to replace in fact. She would need to hit a thrift shop soon. "As I said, I could use a pie, a pint, and a co…penis." The woman said as she sat in Charlotte's car.

The drive to the pub was rather awkward as Linda tried not to pay attention to the fact that Charlotte was looking at her with those worshipping eyes from time to time. "Can you keep your eyes on the road?" She said once and hissed the second time. However, the idea of having a fan started to slowly dawn on her. She heard of people like that in prison, some had pen-pals or shit, people who wrote to them and seemingly worshipped some of the criminals. It's just that Linda wasn't a criminal, she was acquitted. The thought was interrupted when the car came to a stop and Linda realised that they arrived at the pub.

The Black Bull in the town of Midgley.

 

[Zavaya]

"Yeah.. sure.. Sorry.."

She wasn't sorry. But Charlotte knew she had to please her Goddess so she said she was sorry and looked at the road. She was sure she could still feel the hand on her neck, choking her ever so slightly. It had been the greeting Charlotte hoped for. If there was only a sliver of truth in the charges... Charlotte swallowed, intensely aroused from when Linda had wrapped her fingers around her neck.

They hadn't been in the car for five minutes when Charlotte passed a pub called The Black Bull. Obviously she had very different ideas on what that was, rather than a pub but she wasn't sure if Linda was ready to hear that.

She took the next exit and drove the car around to the parking lot of the pub and parked up.

"So.. yeah.. I eh.. I gave up my job and house to be with you. So I have fivehundred and twenty pounds... and that's it."

Quickly she fumbled through the glovebox of the car and pulled out an enveloppe with the money and handed it to Linda.

"It's yours now."

Then she took out a phone and handed that to Linda as well.

"This is yours too. It's got twenty pounds of credit on it. It's all I own, but it's yours now. And... I'm yours too, if you'll have me."

She blushed, bright red. Charlotte wasn't going to deny she was a little scared but at the same time she'd never been more sure of anything. She looked at Linda and took the key out of the ignition and carefully handed that to Linda as well.

 

[Dr Bellwright]

"Right," Linda responded as she accepted offering after offering from her follower. The only follower. Hopefully. Linda didn't know if she could handle two Charlottes, and frankly speaking, she still felt quite paranoid, wondering if it was some kind of prank and if there were hidden cameras and a crew, or maybe this was a kidnapping and sex trafficking scheme, and they were just waiting for her to let her guard down. Somehow sex trafficking sounded less creepy than whatever cult shit this was.

She opened the door and got out of the car, looking at Charlotte over the hood of her Vauxhall. "Five hundred quid isn't all that much," Linda said. And saw the look on the girl's face, "Don't worry." Linda extended her hand, "Not your fault, you are doing your best." Probably. "We will figure out how to get more. For now, my dear…girl…dove…" Linda cycled through different titles she could call her follower, trying to soothe the girl a little, though none of the words fit until a rather mischievous smile adorned the blonde's face. "Pet," Linda concluded the search, letting the word escape her mouth with a pronounced p-sound, and almost immediately felt that feeling of sweet disappointment or maybe satisfaction with a pinch of future regret when she saw how Charlotte's eyes gleamed. She swallowed. "And stop calling me Goddess, call me Mistress." Linda tasted the word on her tongue, pushing herself away from the car.

The Black Bull smelled like any self-respecting pub in the middle of nowhere: like spilt lager with a hint of lamb chops. Most of the tables were free, but the woman decided to walk towards the row of the barstools anyway. The nagging feeling of it being some kind of setup didn't leave her, and she had the urge to put her pet to the test. "Hey handsome," Linda addressed the bartender, earning a raised eyebrow. "I want an IPA and a pie with a chunk of meat in it," the woman pointed at the girl who was hurriedly assuming the seat next to her. "And whatever my sweet lass wants," Linda spoke slowly, looking at the scrawny girl next to her. "She'd benefit from some substance and sustenance." She let her hand slide towards Charlotte's thigh under the bar table, and she gave her leg a squeeze, realising that this very moment she wished the girl wore shorts or a skirt.

She wanted to squeeze her muscles harder, and see the effects, just like twenty minutes ago, when she saw her throat blanch under her fingers. Whether the act was under the table or above, Charlotte's face beamed a little from the attention, and the gesture didn't go unnoticed by the bartender.

"You staying or travelling?" he asked, pulling two glasses from the rack and slowly filling them with Neck Oil.

This is not a prank, she is just nuts. There are crazy people girl. Linda told herself and then realised that there was a question in the air. "We are undecided." she answered simply, a little too dry.

 

[Zavaya]

Knowing they were low on funding and that what little funds they had were now Linda's, Charlotte only ordered an ice tea. She felt she hadn't earned the privilege to spent Linda's money yet. She also realised that Linda probably didn't understand yet how deep Charlotte's emotions ran. Which wasn't all that strange since they hadn't met yet. The hand on her leg though felt so good and Charlotte's heart began to beat more beats per minute. When they'd have some time together, she'd try to explain her feelings to Linda. A pub was hardly the place for that.

Before the bartender turned around to handle their order, he looked at Linda.

"I know you... You're that woman who got convicted for something you didn't do right? Did they put you up in New Hall?"

Charlotte snapped at the bartender almost immediately.

"What kind of question is that? You don't ask those kind of questions to a stranger. A stranger who's paying well for something as simple as pub food. Yeah I've seen the prices here. Can we just eat in peace?"

Xander smiled at Charlotte and then to Linda. He saw the two women at his bar. Really saw them.

"Apologies. I meant no disrespect."

Still smiling he turned around and went into the kitchen.

Charlotte sat back on the barstool and blushed at Linda.

"I'm sorry. He was out of line, talking to you like that."

At that point she realised she might have been out of line herself as well and meekly apologised again to Linda. Xandra quickly returned with the drinks and two plates of pie. Charlotte was already opening her mouth to speak again but the bartender beat her to it.

"As an apology, two shepherd's pies. On the house. For the lady and the sweet lass. Enjoy your meals."

 

[Dr Bellwright]

"Yeah, I'…" The blonde smiled at the bartender and started to answer when she felt Charlotte jump on her feet next to her. She was taken aback by the explosion of emotions that the woman next to her let out. By the time some semblance of the plan was formed in her head and she raised her hand to plant it on Chralotee's shoulder, the girl was already back on her seat, and the bartender left the room. The whole interaction took less than a second, but Linda chastised herself for not being prepared. Charlotte wasn't the first insane person the blonde had to deal with in her lifetime. She cleared her throat, and her follower turned her attention to her.

"I'm sorry. He was out of line, talking to you like that."

The girl apologised. "Dear, I don't need attention," Linda said, her voice stern, and she saw regret and guilt in the young girl's eyes. She opened her mouth to speak, maybe to apologise, but the low baritone interrupted them. 'A welcome interruption,' Linda thought, and not because she started to fancy the man. But also because she welcomed an exit from this particular conversation; instead, she moved her hand and planted it on Charlotte's shoulder, and she gave it a firm squeeze and felt the girl relax almost immediately. No, not relax. She felt the girl melt into her hand as if the hand was the only thing that existed. 'Such power' – the thought appeared in her mind. "Apologise to the man for shouting at him," Linda said. The voice was hoarse and a little scratchy; she felt her mouth go arid from the realisation of the influence she had on a young woman.

That wasn't the only place where she felt this new sensation of power over somebody. She felt the goosebumps on the back of her head, she felt her now hard nipples brush against her recently laundered t-shirt, and she felt her lungs lock up for a second as if she couldn't breathe in. But none of that mattered because Charlotte didn't notice the moment of hesitation; instead, she noticed a stone-cold face, her everything, giving her a clear instruction. The apology followed, and Linda removed her hand only when the last word left Charlotte's mouth, to the girl's regret. Linda realised that Charlotte would apologise all evening long if that meant that she would keep her hand on her shoulder and smiled. Her eyes moved across the pub and stopped at the cute bartender.

'There is a way to test Charlotte's loyalty.' Linda thought, 'An ultimate way of a sort.'

"So, yeah, I was recently released," Linda replied to the question that was asked more than ten minutes ago, as she collected the gravy with the remainder of the pie. She didn't want to confirm or deny whether she was guilty or not, not in front of Charlotte. "Listen", Linda said, her eyes locking on Xander, but her hand, her hand landed on the small of Charlotte's back. "We could pay in cash, but I think my girl here–" Linda stopped; she couldn't believe what she was about to say. Was she? She looked at Charlotte, those huge puppy eyes. Was she? Fuck. The blonde swallowed, loudly. "–my girl here could find–" 'This is ridiculous; get the sentence out of your motherfucking mouth.' Linda pushed herself, she felt her mouth go dry for the second time in less than twenty minutes.

She took a deep breath and looked at Charlotte instead; she will look at the girl when she was selling her out. "We can pay cash, or my girl here. My loyal girl here will gladly find a way to leave you satisfied." Linda hated the feeling on her face. She felt the corners of her lips rise when she saw obedience, even if reluctant, in Charlotte's eyes.

 

[Zavaya]

Charlotte was nervous when Linda has basically told her to do something to Xander but it was definitely good nerves. If those even existed. Anything for Linda. She smiled at the bar keep who at first didn't really know how to act in that situation. As he realised though that Linda and Charlotte were in fact serious, he quickly regained himself though. After telling the young woman who was waiting tables that she had to stand in at the bar for a while, while he took an interview in the office, he led Linda and Charlotte to the small office down the hall.

Almost as soon as the door was closed, Charlotte got on her knees and began to peel Xander's pants open. It took her longer than needed, her nerves causing her to fumble a few times with the zipper and the button but eventually she had the trousers open and pulled them down, quickly followed by the shorts.

Getting him erect took no time at all. Charlotte's long slim fingers wrapping around the shaft, spitting at it for some lube while her other hand cupped the balls and began to slowly massage them. She had done this before and it was clear to see. Knowing it would be something like a transaction, and probably a test from Linda, Charlotte knew this, she quickly took the cock in her mouth after it had gotten erect and quickly began to suck on it. Xander didn't stand a chance againt Charlotte's expertise and within ten minutes, he was getting close. He gazed at Linda as if he needed some guidance on where to dump his load but Charlotte wouldn't let him take control like that.

She pushed her mouth deeper over his cock, gagging on it and keeping it lodged down her throat. His hands were on the back of her head but he wasn't forcing her. After gagging for a while on Xander's cock, Charlotte continued working his cock with her tongue, lips and hands and then soon after began to look for the tell tale signs of his orgasm rising.

Muscles tensing, back arching and his hands just a little tighter on her head, Charlotte quickly pulled back, took the cock in her hands and with a few firm strokes pushed Xander over the edge. Thick warm spludges of cum landed on her face and lips and she made sure to get every last drop out of Xander before she let go and looked at Linda.

She smiled, beaming happily as she remained on her knees, face covered in cum. Had she done a good job?

Xander panted and caught his breath before he told Linda the bill was settled and that Charlotte could use the bathroom sink if she wanted. He then left the office after tidying up again and went back to work, leaving Charlotte and Linda in the office alone.

 

[Dr Bellwright]

Linda felt pain in her cheeks, strained as her face accommodated a fake smile. There was no way to have a genuine smile; Linda had never experienced anything like that. Whatever the facial expression she carried, it would feel off. No one ever, not a single fucking soul in her entire worthless life, had ever listened to Linda enough to do something.

There were people who listened to her to get into her panties, in court listened to her to put her in prison, her family pretended to listen to her to be polite or ask her to help them move furniture. But not a single soul ever listened to her, just to listen, not fucking once. And now, she had no idea what to do or how to react. She was aware of the dull pain in her fingers, as she flexed her fingers, balling them into fists, then spreading them wide. She felt her face being almost sore from what she wanted to look like an approving smile, but there was no bloody way in hell for her to know if the face was actually approving, she never had to approve anything. No one cared for her approval.

Now this. Young girl on her knees, worshipping her through surrogate. Should she stop it, she proved the point, can she stop it? Does she remember how to speak? Her mouth felt…empty. Dry but also empty, as if there was a void, a gravitational singularity that would swallow all and any sound behind an event horizon, and her eyes were glued to the process of worshipping. The thought process was interrupted, she suddenly felt something cold with the tip of her finger and looked down. Her right and dominant hand was playing with the button on her jeans. Was it just a nervous tick, or was she considering joining?

Wouldn't it be honest? The girl obviously wants it. I would make her happy if I allowed her to worship me directly, not through proxy.

Excuses started to squeeze into her mind bit by bit, crude in the beginning but quickly evolving.

Breathe.

The first rational thought in however long it took appeared in her mind, and Linda inhaled quickly. She took her time and slowly looked around. She was leaning against Xander's desk. She didn't remember how this happened. Charlotte was so quick to drop to her knees, and she was so busy to look…well…not to look surprised, that she didn't even notice how she navigated the small office and planted herself against the desk.

Thanks. Thank you,' Linda responded to Xander, almost immediately regretting the apology, if anything they were now in credit. But the man had already left the room, feeling confused and awkward. Linda's attention was focused on the cum-dirtied girl on her knees. She didn't move, even after Xander told her about the bathroom. 'Stay there,' Linda said. She remained motionless for a few more seconds, wondering if she felt like going through the plan that just appeared in her mind. Then, with a nod to herself, she kicked herself from the desk and approached the girl.

Her girl.

The tall blonde approached the young one, her fingers quickly wrapped around her chin and she tilted Charlotte's face towards hers. "I didn't expect you to be this good," Linda spoke, she felt arousal rush through her body. Not just because of the show she witnessed, but from seeing those large eyes that were pointed at her as she spoke. She used the fingers on her other hand to swipe sperm from Charlotte's face and move it towards her lips. "You will tell me in future if we are under…" She went quiet, she didn't like the word undersell. They were not selling anything, she corrected herself, sensing anger joining the arousal. Feeling her hard nipples brush against the fabric of her t-shirt while her chest pounded righteously. "If we deserve better." She finished the sentence, with her fingers in Charlotte's mouth. The girl accepted Linda's cumstained fingers even with more initiative and enthusiasm than Xander's member. She felt her tongue swirl, rub, coat, and rub her fingers until they were clean.

' See, she is happy, you allowed her to pray to you.' Linda thought and saw fear on Charlotte's face. She realized that her facial expression had changed. The blonde wasn't emotionally wise enough to realize that her face had gone dark and judgmental when the last thought appeared in her mind. But she didn't need to know that. Instead, Linda dropped her hands on Charlotte's shoulders and pulled her to her feet.

"You are with me now." Linda rested her lips on Charlotte's head, her hands slowly wrapped along the girl's tiny frame."We are together now, I'm right here." She planted a kiss on the girl's scalp. "Do you want to grab some pastry, and drive somewhere beautiful?" Linda whispered into blonde locks.

 

[Zavaya]

Charlotte was happy enough giving the blowjob. She was enough of a slut to admit that. Feeling a man in her hands, the power, the control and then the warm load on her face. Or inside. Or wherever. She was a slut. Plenty of experience with guys, in many different ways. But what she really wanted but never got, was to lose control. Or rather, forfeit it. Until she saw Linda that was.

So after draining Xander of his cum, Charlotte felt good, especially since Linda was there with them. But when she felt Linda's touch, her hands on her face, that's when Charlotte's heart fluttered and skipped a beat or two. The way Linda tilted her head to face her, Charlotte gasped softly, feeling her arousal grow.

She licked at Linda's fingers like a puppy would it's owners face after being away for hours. Her eyes as big as a puppy's as well. This is where she wanted to be. This is where she belonged. At Linda's side. A blank canvas for her Goddess to paint or sculpt as she saw fit. Charlotte hoped it would be sexual and extreme. She'd had dreams in which she woke herself up screaming Linda's name in red hot agony. Not screaming for mercy, but for Linda to use her however she saw fit. Charlotte wanted to suffer for Linda, if that made her Goddess happy. She'd die for her.

Slowly she rose to her feet accepted the kiss and the arm around her waist and climbed on her cloud.

A few minutes later they were back in the small car. Charlotte could still feel the remnants of Xander on her face but it didn't matter. She wouldn't shower or clean until Linda told her. Because a blowjob, especially one by her, felt a bit of a steep price for two drinks, the pies were on the house after all, Charlotte and Linda had decided to take a sixpack from the fridge in the small office and a bag of crisps and some other random food items he had lying around.

She drove until she found a random exit which turned out to be a car park for a hiking trail at the Woodhead Railway Station off the A628. After a short hike along the trail and the stream they came to the waterfall and sat down.

Charlotte quickly opened a can of beer and handed it to Linda and opened the bag of crisps and offered it to Linda as well.

Their location was beautiful, completely surrounded by nature and England but for Charlotte, it didn't matter. Not mattered except Linda. As long as she was by her side, it was fine. The lower hems of her trousers had gotten wet and muddy from the hike, as had her shoes but she didn't care. She waited for Linda to be comfortable and then rested her head against Linda's shoulder.

"Thank you for having me."

She sighed the words, almost sounding relieved and lighter as she spoke them. Finally, after weeks of waiting, she was at ease again.

 

[Dr Bellwright]

Linda oscillated between three states, being confused, being confident, and being in some kind of haze, when her ownsubconscious tried to figure out what was happening to her. Or to be more precise, who the fuck was this girl. "It's nothing," Linda said when Charlotte looked at her on the way to the waterfall. Linda just made the faintest chuckle, but it was enough for her devout follower to hear her. She was attuned to hear the slightest sound from her mistress. The reason why Linda chuckled was because she felt a stray tear form in her eye, the idea, that somebody would do anything for her was so alien, that she felt sentimental. But then she remembered exactly the nature of the act, and it summoned a barely audible chuckles. "Just remembered something, I'll tell you some other day." She wasn't sure if she should remind the girl to wash her face or leave her to her own devices, it seemed a little demeaning to make the girl do something as banal as her face. But then, she didn't yet.

Linda shoved the thoughts about it to the side, when the view opened up to her. It was beautiful. 'Almost as beautiful as Charlotte', she shoved those to the sidelines of her psyche too. She was out of prison for less than two hours, a little too soon to fall in love. She felt the girl's head press against her shoulder, and opened her arm up instinctively, wrapping it around the lithe figure. "We need to feed you properly." She said, not even realising that she was already turning her head and planting a kiss on the top of Charlotte's head. Gentler, caring, as if they knew each other forever.

But even as she kissed her, her mind wirled, as if it was populated by an army of hamsters in wheels. 'Why, how, the fuck?' This and many similar questions. "Are there any other people like you?" Linda asked, not sure which answer would be preferable. Would she prefer to have more followers, or is one this intense enough? Linda didn't want to know the answer and already regretted the question, she slowly brought the can of pale ale to her lips and let still chilled liquid into her mouth. He embraced Charlotte tighter as if the hug would warm the cold beverage that was going down her throat.

"So. What… Why did you decide to follow me?" Linda finally asked and braced for the answer.

 

[Zavaya]

Charlotte took a sip of her beer after having opened and handed one to Linda. She had an answer to Linda's question, which was maybe surprising in it's own right but she wanted to think it through.

"So... I've.. not had the best of luck with life I suppose. I'm not dumb or stupid but school just wasn't for me. And then... my parents died when I was fifteen, three years ago and you know..."

She sighed. Charlotte didn't regret the choices she made but often had wondered what could have been if life hadn't thrown that curveball at her.

"I like sex, maybe even to a point where it's an addiction. It paid for my alcohol and drug addiction. I'm a masochist. The outcome for my life would always have been to be somebody's fuck toy."

So far, she knew she hadn't answered Linda's question yet and apologised for it.

"You know, I don't know if you did what you were accused of. I don't care. You can tell me the truth, or not, that's up to you. But all those things, imprisonment, forced prostitution, sexual torture... That's what I want... need. So I would end up getting it anyway. Might as well be from a truly wonderful person who, I hope, uses the power I gave them wisely. The alternative was some random dude who'd use me for his own pleasure and then eventually... you know.. dump me where I'd end up homeless and on the streets... Or he'd just randomly kill me during some session or something."

She took a deep breath and looked up at Linda.

"Sorry if that was vague. I guess... I was going to end up in a life of sex and debauchery and dark kinks andyway. I trust you to give me what I want but also do it sensibly. The moment I saw you on the TV, there was something... a fire, an urge.. I just knew that I was going to take my chance as soon as I got. To be your sex toy. Your creation."

 

[Dr Bellwright]

"Sorry if that was vague"​

Linda didn't answer. Vague. The girl almost poured her soul out in just a few sentences, and she still apologised for being vague. The recently acquitted blonde didn't even notice as her hand hugged the younger woman tighter. She smelled the bittersweet pale ale from the can she brought towards her mouth. She drank slowly, using the moment to think over what she just heard. She felt something she never did. A mixture of warmth and desire. Even apart, the individual feelings were more intense than anything she remembered before. She felt the warmth spread from her sex and towards her inner thighs, and a soft dampness.

But strangely enough, she didn't want to act on it. She wanted to wrap her hands around the lithe frame of the girl and cuddle her. Cuddle her into something, towards something. Safety? Calmness? Understanding?

You can't save her. You are among the most unlucky people on this fucking planet, you were imprisoned on the wrong charges. You are a massive liability.

"No one will kill you Charlotte, or abandon you," Linda said and felt her heart squeeze. She couldn't promise either outcome, yet there was a burning urge to do just that. She settled the can on the ground and cupped Charlotte's cheek, pivoting her head towards hers. "Somehow, we'll…" She didn't finish the sentence. There was something honest about just shutting the fuck up, and not giving the girl any more promises, instead, she leaned in and pressed her lips against hers. And almost immediately felt the girl melt in her arms. Her nails scraped along Charlotte's cheek towards her neck while her tongue found hers. They exchanged the warm, ale-spiked breath as they indulged in a kiss before Linda pulled back.

"I guess soft and cuddly kisses are not exactly your cup of tea?" Linda said, and then immediately followed up with a smile. "Oh shush. You are a good kisser, and I enjoyed it." She calmed the girl before she could panic.

You should tell her that you are innocent and not as experienced as she hopes.

Linda blinked, for some reason she couldn't admit it to Charlotte when she saw her large eyes eat her. "This can not be all you dream of?" The blonde asked, trying to search for something in the girl's eyes. Linda felt her insides twist as she saw a series of expressions swirl across Charlotte's face. Naive enough that she could unravel the girl's true desires, dreams, and underlying trauma after a blowjob and two cans of beer. "You don't have to answer now. It can wait." Linda said and stood up, extending her hand to Charlotte. "Why don't we buy a couple of sleeping bags, I think we are going to be on the road for quite some time."

 

[Zavaya]

Charlotte snuggled into Linda a bit more. She'd not met this woman until a few hours before and already had taken a man's load for her and felt so safe and comfortable around her.

"No.. it's fine.."

She sighed and put her hands on Linda's stomach, just because that was the most comfortable way to sit at the moment.

"I mean I didn't dream of this when I was still a happy innocent child obviously. But then, when stuff got dark and gritty, yeah.. I kind of slowly dreamed more and more about being owned by somebody. But not in the fifty shades of grey way. Fuck that. No.. Somebody who pushes me to and beyond my limits, but who will also take care of me. Who sees me as something precious while still putting me through hell and back. Pain..."

Charlotte sighed. She was probably oversharing but who cared. They were in the middle of nowhere, sipping lager from a can at a waterfall.

"You're never more alive than you are, knowing you are about to die."

She let the words hang in the air while she took a sip from the can and swallowed.

"I think I've been there a few times. It's so exhilirating. I want to get as close to it as I can."

Charlotte reached for her pocket only to remember she had given her phone to Linda already.

"I've made some art work of myself. The pictures are on the phone. Gives you an idea how far I'm willing to go. But whatever we do, or.. you make me do... Always get something out of it yourself. You matter, I only matter to matter for you."