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Apr 24, 2024 7:49:27 GMT -6
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Agnes sighed. It was a shame. She really wanted to carry this as far as she could possibly go. She wanted the redhead to be a completely submissive and degraded mess, bowing at her feet, eager to make any of Agnes’ whims come true. Oh it was a warm fantasy that kept Agnes up at night, curled under her satin sheets, breathing hard and churning with anticipation. Sadly, it would seem that her fantasy bubble had burst, and not in the way that she had wanted it to. Once again, shame.
Becca, as it appears, would always carry that stubbornness like a extra spine up the length of her back. She should have realized that the redhead would have been resistant til the end. She never could do what was asked of her. Constantly she defied others, carrying rebellion like a proud flag wherever she went. Ridiculous. It was exactly that kind of behavior that caused her to ruin so many lives; the exact thing that Agnes wanted to stop and subdue before more were hurt.
It seemed that there were some things that even Agnes couldn’t will out of the redhead. Le sigh.
This was over. Dropping the woman’s garments to the ground, Agnes bid her farewell. She dismissed her as she would an unruly house servant: embarrassed, bare naked skin to the open air, Agnes would send her off without words of sweet parting or promises that she could return. Rather she was closing the door firmly in her face. It was time for Becca to find her own place in the world again without Agnes’ loving direction.
Still, even then, the Scot wouldn’t move. Defiant to the end, rather than accept that this was how it ended, she demanded answers.
>>”Why though? If thes is hoo ye feel, why dae aw thes? Th’ pet names, th’ collars, th’ sex! Th’ cuddlin’ an’ kissin? If Ah took yer life, why come back at aw?”
Agnes stopped in front of Becca. The redhead still hand dressed yet and there was something in that that made her look even more vulnerable and weak when compared to the still clothed insect queen. Her lips curled bitterly, eyes no longer calm but containing a maelstrom behind the sapphire blue sheen. For the first time Becca could see the real face of the “Agnes” who had returned to New York and began her grand seduction -- and it was a look that was thrilled and terrifying all at the same time. Really, was an answer needed?
>>”Ah ne’er meant tae hurt ye, Aggie… Ah was nae perfect, but Ah looved ye…”
The Scot’s imploring fell on deaf ears. Agnes pouted mockingly, arms crossed under her chest, pushing them up to offer an even more perfect view of the body that had seduced the redhead so thoroughly. ”Aw, well doesn’t that just make up for all your mistakes?” The pitying look was ripped away, replaced with a firm expression. ”You realize how many times you’ve said the exact same thing to me, right? To justify all the wrong you’ve done? No sweetie. I know...” she began to walk around Becca, tracing lines along the redhead’s bare skin with her fingertip. ”...exactly how imperfect you are. And that...is exactly why I came back...”
She stopped behind Becca, purring in her ear. A few grazing touches followed whether Becca asked for them or not. This was probably the last time that they were going to get this close and Agnes was going to make it count.
”...I wanted you to see exactly what your imperfections turned me into. All this...?” she moved, dragging her lips across the back of Becca’s neck and towards her other ear. ”...is because of you.”
With that she disengaged from the Scot, a wistful sigh spilling from her lips. Looks like this round was over. But she didn’t care. The broken looks the quivering skin, it wasn’t a bad second-place prize. But there was still one more blow to strike. And, really, why make it wait any longer? Moving over to the corner of the room, she tapped a button there, signalling that a show was warranted. Only after did she return and reclaim her seat in front of the woman.
”But, that’s enough from me. You clearly have places to go, lives to ruin, friends to spread your…benefits for.” She grinned maliciously. ”Oh, hon, and one more thing…” she crossed one leg over the other, leaning in as if she were going to share a secret. ”Make sure to say hi to Mirror for me. I have to admit, I don’t like them, personality wise, but…” she sat back, still smiling like a Cheshire cat as two more scantily clad dancers walked into the private room, circumventing Becca and taking places on the couch next to the dark-haired mistress. ”...they’re almost as ****ing good as I am between the sheets. Oooo...” she purred. "...we nearly rocked the roof off of the safe house."
And with that, she winked and turned her full attention to the dancer that climbed onto her lap. Becca faded from her vision after that.
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Jun 15, 2018 14:50:45 GMT -6
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