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This is a very brief post, because i'm in hospital for a few days. It's only a fucking scratch, but they've got me in a damn wheelchair! I'll be back pretty soon though. Fuck it!
Blinding Pain.
All she could feel was blinding pain. The knife had been plunged deep into her thigh, viscous blood seeped from the knife-edge and ran down her right leg. Perhaps she'd gone a little too far this time, but she was used to dealing with the drug gangs. She'd only wanted to score some pills for the party she and Mitsuko were planning on crashing that weekend. But the two guys turned on her after she handed over the money and after a pretty intense fist-fight one guy removed a Bowie knife from his belt and forced it into her leg, easily tearing through her uniform skirt. The initial nausea lasted mere seconds, a wave of sweat passing over her leaving her shivering in the dark alley.
A high-pitched whine rang in her head and she staggered around the alley, her vision blurred and stained red. The shock had made her heart race, but it was passing and the remaining pain was bearable.
No, more than bearable, pleasurable.
Not now Hirono, there are better times...
Then, just ahead in her blurred vision stood a familiar silhouette standing tall and steady, casting a long shadow down the garbage-strewn alley, long hair flowing freely in the wind.
Mitsuko
Running a hand through her thick hair, Mitsuko stepped forward casually towards hirono. She stepped over the figure of one of the gang members, now bent double in pain on the floor.
Hirono could distinctly see the shape of several syringes sticking out of his arms and legs. The second started to rise against Mitsuko, but was sent head first into the wall by a swift kick to the face.
"Mitsu..." Hirono stammered.
Her vision began to clear, the red haze fading from her vision, and Hirono could see Mitsuko's legs in front of her. Those perfectly formed, smooth legs... Casting her eyes upwards, running slightly slower over Mitsuko's bare stomach and full breasts, Hirono met Mitsuko's gaze. A small laugh escaped from Mitsuko's mouth and she bent down to her "lieutenant", running her fingers through Hirono's short hair.
"Well i couldn't let you have all the fun now, could I?"
Warm breath brushing her cheek...
Hirono gasped as Mitsuko's fingers brushed against her ankles, edging slowly up her legs. That soft touch so close to her now, running faster...
Blinding pain.
Another nauseating wave of sweat passed over Hirono as the all too familiar sound of a sharp blade through skin filled her ears and mind. As the sensations passed Hirono was aware of warm fingers pressing against her open wound, soaked in her blood.
Her fingers...
Mitsuko drew her fingers away from the wound, taking a few seconds to gaze at the thick liquid dripping from her fingertips. Bringing her hand slowly to her mouth, she licked the excess blood off and proceeded to gently suck the rest from her fingers, savouring the taste.
Oh my God...
"Mmmmm, you know Hirono... blood has a metallic taste to it, almost coppery..."
Mistuko chuckled to herself and in a flash forced her lips upon Hirono's. Enrapt in the touch of Mitsuko's soft, full lips on her own, Hirono fully succumbed. She let out a moan as she felt Mitsuko's nails grip her shoulders, a couple piercing the skin.
It's a funny thing, pain. Too little and you learn nothing from it, you never learn to stay away from hot implements, sharp objects, street fights. Too much and you'll forever regret it. Hell, you may even never recover from it.
But just the right amount... it can really hit you... hit you in places you never even knew you had...
A rush of blood passed from Mitsuko's mouth to Hirono's. She was right, it was metallic, and rather sharp. It was... nice.
The red haze was returning fast. But it didn't matter.
Mitsuko drew away.
Hirono gazed deep into her eyes.
Beautiful. Slightly cold and unnerving maybe, but beautiful. And... something else... Reach past the threatening glimmer. Pain. It was pain.
And then she knew... she understood.
"Mitsuko...I know..."
The red haze building fast, Mitsuko dialing emergency services on her cell, a cold wind brushing over her.
Darkness.
Blinding Pain.
All she could feel was blinding pain. The knife had been plunged deep into her thigh, viscous blood seeped from the knife-edge and ran down her right leg. Perhaps she'd gone a little too far this time, but she was used to dealing with the drug gangs. She'd only wanted to score some pills for the party she and Mitsuko were planning on crashing that weekend. But the two guys turned on her after she handed over the money and after a pretty intense fist-fight one guy removed a Bowie knife from his belt and forced it into her leg, easily tearing through her uniform skirt. The initial nausea lasted mere seconds, a wave of sweat passing over her leaving her shivering in the dark alley.
A high-pitched whine rang in her head and she staggered around the alley, her vision blurred and stained red. The shock had made her heart race, but it was passing and the remaining pain was bearable.
No, more than bearable, pleasurable.
Not now Hirono, there are better times...
Then, just ahead in her blurred vision stood a familiar silhouette standing tall and steady, casting a long shadow down the garbage-strewn alley, long hair flowing freely in the wind.
Mitsuko
Running a hand through her thick hair, Mitsuko stepped forward casually towards hirono. She stepped over the figure of one of the gang members, now bent double in pain on the floor.
Hirono could distinctly see the shape of several syringes sticking out of his arms and legs. The second started to rise against Mitsuko, but was sent head first into the wall by a swift kick to the face.
"Mitsu..." Hirono stammered.
Her vision began to clear, the red haze fading from her vision, and Hirono could see Mitsuko's legs in front of her. Those perfectly formed, smooth legs... Casting her eyes upwards, running slightly slower over Mitsuko's bare stomach and full breasts, Hirono met Mitsuko's gaze. A small laugh escaped from Mitsuko's mouth and she bent down to her "lieutenant", running her fingers through Hirono's short hair.
"Well i couldn't let you have all the fun now, could I?"
Warm breath brushing her cheek...
Hirono gasped as Mitsuko's fingers brushed against her ankles, edging slowly up her legs. That soft touch so close to her now, running faster...
Blinding pain.
Another nauseating wave of sweat passed over Hirono as the all too familiar sound of a sharp blade through skin filled her ears and mind. As the sensations passed Hirono was aware of warm fingers pressing against her open wound, soaked in her blood.
Her fingers...
Mitsuko drew her fingers away from the wound, taking a few seconds to gaze at the thick liquid dripping from her fingertips. Bringing her hand slowly to her mouth, she licked the excess blood off and proceeded to gently suck the rest from her fingers, savouring the taste.
Oh my God...
"Mmmmm, you know Hirono... blood has a metallic taste to it, almost coppery..."
Mistuko chuckled to herself and in a flash forced her lips upon Hirono's. Enrapt in the touch of Mitsuko's soft, full lips on her own, Hirono fully succumbed. She let out a moan as she felt Mitsuko's nails grip her shoulders, a couple piercing the skin.
It's a funny thing, pain. Too little and you learn nothing from it, you never learn to stay away from hot implements, sharp objects, street fights. Too much and you'll forever regret it. Hell, you may even never recover from it.
But just the right amount... it can really hit you... hit you in places you never even knew you had...
A rush of blood passed from Mitsuko's mouth to Hirono's. She was right, it was metallic, and rather sharp. It was... nice.
The red haze was returning fast. But it didn't matter.
Mitsuko drew away.
Hirono gazed deep into her eyes.
Beautiful. Slightly cold and unnerving maybe, but beautiful. And... something else... Reach past the threatening glimmer. Pain. It was pain.
And then she knew... she understood.
"Mitsuko...I know..."
The red haze building fast, Mitsuko dialing emergency services on her cell, a cold wind brushing over her.
Darkness.