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Post by August Hewelt on Jun 19, 2009 20:10:38 GMT
Her nails started to dig into his skin. She wasn't being light about it either, that was good. He clenched his teeth as she started to rake her fingers, though he didn't seem to do it out of pain from them, but rather there was a sense of pleasure on his face. As she moved her nails again, slowly and they seemed to go in deeper with each time she raked. He hadn't felt like this in a while, at least not with someone else inflicting the pain. There was a different feeling when someone else did it, rather than when he did it to himself.
When her hand relaxed, he was wondering if she was going to stop. He didn't want her to stop. He wanted...no needed that pain. He had to have that release, and she had started giving it to him. For her to just stop was not what he was wanting...it was not going to fly. That's when he felt her nails against his skin again. They moved back across the marks she'd already made.
"Oh god"
he moaned quietly. His eyes rolled back a little, his eyelids fluttering a little.
As had occurred before, his breathing started to become labored. In and out, getting heavier and heavier. He looked down, seeing that she had broken the skin, and a little bit of blood was on his arm. Oh, did that just make things better. August seemed to be getting so into it, that he hadn't even noticed her saying something. Even if he had he wouldn't know if she was talking to him or one of the girls in her head.
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Post by lucy megan nelson on Jun 19, 2009 20:39:24 GMT
He didn't seem to actually feel the pain, he felt something else entirely. Or, if he did feel it, his face didn't show it. She recognised the look on his face, she had seen it before, many times before, but never when she was scratching someone. About midway down his arm in the second scratch she looked down and saw he was bleeding... huh, maybe she was stronger than she thought she was. She drew her legs up to herself in the chair and leaned on the armrest, moving closer to him as she started moving down his arm for the third time. After dragging her nails along the same tracks in his arms, they were bleeding more than then had been and she moved her nails over a little when she started over again.
At this rate, his arm was going to look horrible tomorrow. There could be scars. She hadn't heard anything out of Denise or Cathy, and that meant her medicine really must be working. Maybe they'd finally found the right balance. She was a little disappointed. This would have really freaked them out. Fortunately, drugs did nothing for her narcissism, so she was still getting a kick out of this. It was neat to watch his skin turn bright red after her nails passed over it. And the blood was a really pretty color. She used to have a shade of nail polish that looked just like it.
It was a little disturbing how Lucy didn't find the situation weird at all. For her, it was almost like petting a cat and hearing it purr. Expect of course, that cats don't bleed when you pet them and he was doing a little more than purring. Whatever, it was still cool.
She had been playing with her hair with her free hand, but it didn't take long for other hand to cramp up from all the force she was using on the scratches. Soon she switched hands, starting right where the other had left off and then dangled the sore hand off the side of the chair, leaning back a little bit and resting her head as she watched him. It was an odd experience to be sure, but how often did you find someone that would let you scratch them ? Normally she got punched for doing shit like that. |
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Post by August Hewelt on Jun 19, 2009 21:03:12 GMT
Her nails continued over and over, he hadn't expected her to do it for this long. Maybe the fact that she had admitted to being violent was what kept her going. That was the one good thing about this place, all the crazies with tendencies to be violent, with them around he knew every once in a while he could get one of them to satisfy him. He figured they would be like her, once they got started it would be hard for them to stop. August had yet to be hurt to a point where he felt it for what it was, pain. He didn't know if he ever would. This was the boy who had stabbed himself in the foot back at Breckenridge after all.
His head looked down at his arm, seeing the blood and the multiple scratch marks. He smirked a little, when she had to switch her hand out. She had tired that one, but was still going on. Was she doing it for her or for him? Did it really matter? These new nails were a whole new sensation. The others had felt like they'd started to wear down after awhile, which was usually what happened if someone scratched for a period of time.
It was starting to get hot in the room to August, as he tossed his head back letting out another moan. His hand moved to his shirt, starting with the top button. He slowly unbuttoned them down, as his body seemed to shake lightly. The breaths started to become more and more rapid. His heart pounded, it sounded like it could leap out of his chest at any given moment. The scratches were still doing the trick, for now, but eventually he was going to need something more.
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Post by lucy megan nelson on Jun 19, 2009 21:27:37 GMT
He was so into it, and that was more than a little entertaining. All of that frustration that had been brought back up when she was telling him about what got her sent here had been worked off a while ago, but it still felt good to hurt someone else. She felt a lot of power in being able to do that, even though she was pretty sure he could take her down if he really tried in a fight. But for right now, she was in control. That was such a nice thought...
She watched him moan again and unbutton his shirt and noticed that he was losing himself in this. Lucy wasn't exactly a nice person, and she was mean enough to wonder what would happen if she were to suddenly stop... Especially now that he was actually shaking because of it. She began to dig in even harder, almost hard enough to rip through the skin in one scratch, her knuckles were actually white with the pressure she was using, and then she drew her hand back and watched him.
Would he take that as all he could get and come back to his senses ? Would he beg her ? Or would he get angry ? That last one sounded like it would be the most entertaining. Lucy lifted her arms up to stretch and noticed that his blood was under all of her nails. Well, it wasn't the first time that had happened, though she did want to wash it off. Her guess was that the people here wouldn't be too happy that he had managed to get hurt again, and while they'd probably assume he did it to himself, being found with blood under her nails would probably let someone make a connection.
She was still watching him and waiting to see what he'd do. The break was feeling pretty good on her hands and even though she had no idea what he'd say or do, she wasn't so sure she'd be willing to start up again. Though if he pushed her hard enough she'd probably do a lot more than scratch him. Of course, he'd like that, so if she really was mad at him, it might be smarter just to ignore him and get a cookie or something. That would probably bother him more. Then again, now that she remembered their slightly obvious size difference, he had a good chance of making her do whatever he wanted. |
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Post by August Hewelt on Jun 20, 2009 4:56:29 GMT
His shirt was half-way unbuttoned as he started panting. It was so exhilarating. Most everyone else would have been yelling at the person to do this to stop. He would have been the same way when he was younger. Okay maybe he wouldn't have been telling them to stop, but he would have probably thrown a punch or pushed them off, depending on if they were a boy or a girl, and even then some boys he wouldn't punch. Boys that were smaller than him were the ones he usually pushed, the bigger boys were less likely to go and get a teacher.
His eyes opened when he suddenly wasn't feeling anything anymore. He looked down at his hand, looking at the blood before he snapped his head up, looking at Lucy, as she just sat there. What was she doing? He hadn't told her to stop. She wasn't supposed to stop until he said so, or until one of the staff members came in and caught them in the room, whichever came first, but neither had yet. He looked down at his arm once again. A hard swallow came as he clenched his jaw.
It wasn't clear whether or not he was coming down from it, it was still hot in here. He needed more, if only a little. Maybe she was tired of scratching. He could understand that, she'd been scratching pretty hard and even his hands got tired from scratching after a while. After a second his hands shot up, grabbing at her the sides of her arms, he pulled her closer to him, his lips were barely away from hers. It seemed like he might just lean in and - no - he slid them past hers to her ear.
"Bite me"
he told her. Though this time it seemed more like a command, rather than a request.
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Post by lucy megan nelson on Jun 20, 2009 5:44:03 GMT
[/i] Diamonds][/size][/blockquote][/left] She watched the slow realization that she had stopped hurting him appear on his face, but she was caught off guard when he pulled her towards him. She wasn't sure if he was pissed and she should be worried or not, but before she tried to move away, he gave his surprisingly commanding request in her ear. So it was biting now ? Huh, she guessed that made sense considering he had gotten so much out of simple scratching. Biting was definetely a level up from that... well, at least in her mind it was. She lifted her head a little so her lips were close to his ear.
"What's the magic word ?" she asked in a sing-song voice, letting out a small giggle. Before he could think she was serious and get angry, she bit down on his earlobe just hard enough for him to feel it.
Her mouth went down to his shoulder, moving his shirt out of the way so that she could get to it. Her arms went around his neck and one hand moved to his jaw, pushing his head to the side so she had better acsess. Lucy's let her teeth press down into his flesh hard, biting just as she had before in real fights. The only different was he was struggling and she wasn't cussing him out around his shoulder. She had found it was a lot easier to hurt him if she thought about people or incidents that made her angry, and the one she was focusing on now made her so mad that her nails dug into the back of his neck and the back of his shoulder blade while her mouth moved slightly to bite a different spot.
Huh. Maybe she was a little sadistic... nah, she was just curious and liked being able to have the effect that she, or at least her teeth and nails, were having on him now. It was a fantastic ego boost. She was posed a little awkwardly in the chair now and she moved over some until she could face him easily. Her mouth moved over to the base of his neck and she bite down nearly as hard as she could, unsure if he actually wanted her to break through his skin with her teeth or not. |
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Post by August Hewelt on Jun 20, 2009 6:00:05 GMT
The magic word? The magic word was Now though he wasn't quite able to answer her, before he felt her teeth against his ear lobe. He smirked as he felt them. The last time some one had been him there was Jeff and that was when August had been fucking him. There had been a three hour long drum lesson that day, followed by an hour of 'payment.' It was a good thing that Jeff didn't have a room mate or else they would have had to find some place else to do that, or put something on the door, which then everyone else would know what was going on in there. Not that the loud moans that Jeff gave didn't give it away.
His shirt was moved back from his shoulder and he grabbed the sleeve of his left shirt with his right arm and pulled, before vice-versa, the shirt now sitting below him on the floor. Her hand pushed his head to the side as he could feel her lips getting closer, he started panting. Feeling her teeth strike into his skin, biting hard, he groaned, the sound a one of strange pleasure.
This was only heightened when he felt her nails digging into his neck and back. Oh, this had been exactly what he needed. He hadn't had a release like this since he'd been here. Sure that was only a few weeks, but that was a few weeks too long. He felt her starting to move again, but he found it was only to resituate herself. She bit down again. This time was at the base of his neck and harder than the other one had been.
"Oh do it again"
he moaned. His hands moved around her waist as he moved her, pulling her off the chair, as he slid back some, moving his legs out and pulling her onto his lap.
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Post by lucy megan nelson on Jun 20, 2009 6:50:35 GMT
[/i] Diamonds][/size][/blockquote][/left] She could both hear and feel his moan this time and that made her smirk against his shoulder before she moved on. It was a lot easier to do this now that she wasn't working around the fabric of his shirt. After that second bite she moved her lips across his neck to his other shoulder. She was surprised that this was still fun to do when she wasn't fighting. Biting had always been her favorite when she was teaching someone a lesson. His hands moved around her waist and suddenly she found herself moving off of the chair. She fell the short distance into his lap and adjusted herself there sothat she was resting both on his lap and on her legs which were on either side of him.
She heard his next order and despite the surprisingly strong urge she had to see what he'd do if she stopped again, she complied and bit down even harder in the same place. After a moment of increasing pressure, she relaxed her jaw and moved her lips across his neck to his other shoulder, taking a moment to look back and admire the marks she'd left on his neck. She had a whole new area to mark up now and she got to it, her mouth pressing against his shoulder as her teeth bore down on him slowly, biting harder and harder with every second. Her hands flexed slightly as she pressed her nails into him even harder. It was a lot easier to do that with her nails than to actually scratch him and she wasn't sure how long she could keep that up.
All of a sudden Lucy remembered where they were and the idea of some poor staff member unlocking the door and finding the psycho chick hurting the suicidal kid while in his lap was very entertaining. She restrained the urge to giggle again, as she had the feeling that would kind of ruin it for him. Of course, that would be fun too.
She still wasn't sure if she was actually going to let him reach whatever peak he could get to off this or if she was going to suddenly stop, but the more she hurt him, the madder he'd probably be if she suddenly got bored and stop. And then she might be the one that wound up bleeding. Lucy wasn't sure if August had a temper or not, but she wasn't really feeling crazy enough to try and find out. |
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Post by August Hewelt on Jun 20, 2009 7:15:51 GMT
He smiled as she complied and bit him again. Part of him hadn't expected her to do that. That part of him had expected her to just stop, like she had done with the scratches. Biting was the one thing he truly loved. Maybe it was because it was something that often aroused even people that weren't like him. He remembered the first time some one had bit him, the chills that ran through him. There was suddenly nothing on that side of his body, as she moved to his opposite shoulder. That's when she did it again, bit down on this shoulder.
As she kept biting down harder and harder, his body started shaking more and more underneath her. His arms moved around her, back pulling her body even closer to his now. If anyone came in they might mistake the two for just being two, crazy, kids, looking for a place to make out, not for what they really were doing. Hell, he wasn't even sure if she was getting anything from this, but why should that matter to him?
His arms moved up, so that the linked under hers, his hands on her shoulders, pulling at her shirt, as he let his head fall back, letting out a moan. He brought it back up after a moment, as he moved it around, his lips placing themselves against her neck. They moved up her jaw to her ear.
"do whatever you want to me"
he said giving her free range
"bite me, slap me, punch me, scratch me....just don't stop"
with these new words there was a sense of need in them as well as demand.
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Post by lucy megan nelson on Jun 20, 2009 7:42:54 GMT
[/i] Diamonds][/size][/blockquote][/left] She could feel him shaking now instead of just seeing it and when he pulled her closer she could really feel it. She was more than a little torn between her two different urges. The curious side of Lucy was telling her to continue and just see what happened, but the meaner side kind of just wanted to stop and see what he'd do. Well, no matter what she did, this was way more interesting than the stuff she normally did with guys, even if this was a little more work on her part. She smiled against his shoulder as he gave her permission to do whatever she wanted. Oh, that was promising. She moved her lips up to the side of his neck and gave it one last, ridiculously hard bite before letting one of her hands relax its grip on his skin and moved it up to entwine in his hair before yanking, HARD.
She pulled back a little in his arms reaching out a hand and slapping him across the face with as much force as she could get in the relatively small space. Her eyes were locked on his face, wanting to see the expression. She was used to watching people's faces when she slapped them, but she seriously doubted that he would make any of the faces that they had. Her hands went down to his chest and she dug her nails in, scratching her way down to his stomach. If anyone ever had it out for her, she could probably get him to let her practice fighting on him. At the very least, she could get in shape. Kind of like an interactive punching bag...
She snapped out of her little musings and decided to slap him again now that the stinging in her palm had stopped. Lucy pulled her hand back and made her palm connect with his cheek creating a loud noise. Her hand stayed on his cheek and she pushed his head back a little as her arms went back around his neck and her teeth returned to the side of his neck in a hard bite. |
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Post by August Hewelt on Jun 20, 2009 8:33:44 GMT
When she yanked him by the hair, he knew she had taken what he said to heart. She was really going to hurt him with more than just the biting now. He was rather curious about what she was all going to do. This curiosity was ended when she slapped him across the face. It stung a little, and a smirk came across his face. He let out a laugh as he moved his hand up rubbing his cheek for a moment. Chuckling he stared at her, as her hand moved to his chest. What was she going to do there? - oh more nails hmm? They dug in and moved down to his stomach. People tended to scratch there. He'd had one girl bite him there once, but most didn't, most stuck to the nails.
"oh yeah. That's it"
he bit his lip as she slapped him across the cheek again. This one had been a little harder than the first had been. He liked that. The noise that had been made when she slapped him, was like music to his ears. She was really doing a number to him, and he was certainly enjoying it.
As her hand pushed his head back and she put her hands back around his neck. What was she going to do now? What kind of pain was she going to inflict this time? Ooh another bite. A hard one. Oh that felt extremely good. Did the fact that all this was bringing him pleasure, getting him off, mean that he was a freak? No, he didn't think it did. He wasn't crazy, just wanted to not live was all. That wasn't what he was in here for. No one really knew that he gained pleasure from pain, well Lucy did now.
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Post by lucy megan nelson on Jun 20, 2009 20:16:21 GMT
[/i] Diamonds][/size][/blockquote][/left] [/blockquote]Lucy felt a little disappointed when he chuckled after she slapped him. Had she not done it hard enough ? Damn it, she had always thought her slaps were hard. He seemed to like the scratching though, at least that's how she interpreted his reaction. In a weird, twisted way, she felt a little like a kid in a candy shop. Lucy got into a ton of fights quite frequently, just because she was insane and couldn't stand it when other people pointed that out, and she really did enjoy hurting people. It was fun, and it made her feel powerful. All in all, it was a pretty good deal for a narcissist. And now, she could beat the crap out of him, but she wasn't going to get a bloody lip or black eye in return. The hand on his face slid back to his hair again so she could pull it as she bit him. Slapping was fun, but biting didn't hurt her and her hand was still stinging a little from that last blow. The idea of stopping now was extremely tempting. In fact, she paused for just a moment, relaxing her grip in his hair and pulling her lips and teeth away from his neck. She even pulled back in his arms a little bit, looking at him for a moment to see his reaction before letting her now balled up fist go back and then sail to hit him directly in the jaw. He had mentioned punching, and as someone who had been punched several times, she REALLY didn't see how that could be pleasant for anyone. She kind of got slapping, understood biting, and even the scratching, but puunching just seemed... painful in the unpleasant sense of the word. Then again, she didn't really like pain at all, so she might have a biased view of the whole situation. She shook her hand for a moment, trying to get rid of the slight pain in her knuckles, before letting her hands go to his shoulders. "Any requests ?" He had seemed to like the biting a lot, and the scratching too, but now she was getting a little bored with that now.[/blockquote] |
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Post by August Hewelt on Jun 20, 2009 20:41:29 GMT
He was a little confused when she pulled away from him. First it had been her relaxed hands and then her teeth from his neck. Was she done? Had he told her she was done? He didn't remember saying that. If he hadn't then why was she stopping? They stared at each other for a moment, a look on August's face that seemed almost in-human. One that said 'what the fuck are you doing?' without him having to open up his mouth at all.
The punch had been unsuspected. No girl had ever actually punched him, and usually if a guy did it, it was during a fight. Her punch wasn't the kind he usually felt, hard and powerful, though he wouldn't call it exactly weak. Her knuckles had hit against his jaw and he wiggled it a little, after she pulled her hand away from him. Unlike the biting, scratching, and slapping, that seemed to get him off, there was something about the punches that gave him a rush. This included punching someone else as well. Who knows, maybe he had watched Fight Club one too many times and thought himself to be Narrator.
Watching her shake her hand, he guessed that the punch might have hurt her just as much as it had him. That probably meant no more punching. This was fine with him, as he was just impressed she had even done it in the first place, though he wasn't sure if the jaw would have been the smartest place for her to hit. Did he have any requests? She'd done almost everything she could on her own, the biting was the best, but there was so much more they could do, if only they could find something in there to use.
There had to be something in this room. His eyes scanned around the room. Table with cookies, desk with - the desk was bound to have something in the drawers
"see if you can get in the desk, there has to be a stapler or something like that in there"
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Post by lucy megan nelson on Jun 20, 2009 21:19:59 GMT
The look on his face entertained her. It would be hard not to stop again just to screw with him. If she had known that he would make this expression when she did, she probably would have done it a while ago. She hadn't actually expected her punch do to much (or really any) real damage. But, when she was up against a girl her size and she punched them like that in the stomach, it was effective.
A stapler ? That sounded very interesting. Lucy lifted herself up off his lap and walked across the room to the desk he had noticed and began rifling through the drawers, trying not to noticably shuffle everything up. Then again, these drawers weren't what you'd call organized so she doubted anyone would notice. In fact, it seemed like it wasn't really used for anything specific, just to keep up with stuff that didn't have anywhere else to be. She rarely got to use objects like staplers or any of the other office supplies she could probably find in here on someone else, and besides an unfortunate incident with scissors when she was young, she'd never used them on herself. But, she had thought about it once or twice, specifically in class when someone was annoying her.
Hmm... scissor blades were very similar to knives, even if they would be awkward to use. She tossed them over her shoulder in August's general direction, not taking the effort she usually would to attempt not to hit him. The scissors landed where they landed. Let's see... what else was in here. A pen ? Nah, she wasn't in the mood to tattoo him. Well, she finally found a stapler. That went over her shoulder too, and she was about to turn away from the desk when a dull piece of metal caught her eye. A letter opener could be fun. She kept that last nifty little item in her hand as she walked back to him.
"Think this will do ?" she asked.
In a really weird way, she was anxious to staple him. Not just to see the expression on his face, but to see what exactly the staple would do to flesh. It was twisted, but learning stuff like that would probably help her out at some point in her future. |
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Post by August Hewelt on Jun 21, 2009 3:31:04 GMT
As she got up off of him and started over the drawer, he smile. She was really going to satisfy his request. What a woman. No girl had ever continued on like this. Then again none of them had ever been in a crazy house and had obvious violent tendencies. He didn't know of any other girl who would have tried to kill their little sister over a broken tea set. As she rifled through the drawer, he wondered what all she would find inside. His question was answered as he saw a pair of scissors flying and landing a foot or two away from him. Scissors. He might take those back with him, there was probably more than one pair and they wouldn't miss them.
It took a short time longer before he saw her pull out the stapler. Ah the stapler, how he had missed having one of those. He used to sit in class with a small one stapling his arm, and when the professor or the other kids would look, he would pull down the sleeve of the issued jacket with the Breckenridge emblem on it. His arm would usually start bleeding in class, and when he got back to his room, he would use the staple puller to remove them.
After the stapler landed by him, hitting against the side of his arm, he saw her pull out a final item. It was slender...delicate, much like the human body, though from a distance he couldn't tell exactly what it was because of it's size. He laid back, his back hitting against his shirt that was laying on the floor now. He inhaled his chest moving up, before it moved down with his exhale. He looked up at her as she walked over.
"Yeah, it'll do"
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