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REVENGE
BY TROG
CHAPTER
7



(Chapter 7)

Blair switched on the light and leaned against her door, surveying her lovely new apartment with its modern furnishings of chrome and leather. It was a bit austere…simple and functional…not like her gaudy residences of the past replete with the extravagances of her nouveau riche existence…the life she once loved to flaunt and flog in the faces of everyone who’d hurt her. This place was simple, practical…like a prison cell…furnished with the bare necessities…just a place to do her time until justice was administered.

Throwing her purse aside she walked toward the terrace, her head throbbing with an excruciating headache brought on by too much alcohol consumed to endure listening to Sam’s dull, droning conversation and watching Todd and Tea play out their fantasy life before her eyes…the life that rightly should have been hers.

Walking down the hallway she opened the first door to her right…Jack’s room with its mint-green walls and cowboy-hat borders. Hating the silence of his absence she walked over to his little bed and picked up a blue blanket he had left behind, handling it and smelling, recalling his visit earlier today. She had missed a year of his life because of Todd and Tea…but…Jack still knew her, the powerful instincts of an infant still remembering her mother’s smell, still recognizing her love. Soon she’d have him with her…Max clearly had not bonded with Jack and he’d be only too happy to have him off his hands.

It was different with Starr, she had always preferred the company of her father, perhaps because they bonded so early, at such a crucial age when Blair was away from her. And she had bonded with Tea and her daughter as well. She was happy living at Windsor Lake with her new family and Blair found it increasingly difficult to communicate with her. She was growing up…and growing away from her…her power over Starr was diminishing and it left her feeling desperate. In the past she had relied heavily on her womanly powers, her sexual charms over men, her maternal influence over her children, but now…they seemed to be fading and she needed to act quickly.

Leaving Jack’s room she made her way into her own bedroom, a dark, stark room with black, sheer drapes and a steel-framed bed. One wall was mirrored from floor to ceiling and as Blair paced around she watched herself in her black, leather dress and spiked heels, an outfit that had poor Sam drooling over her all night. She fingered her short blond hair and stared at her face. Yes…she had grown older, but…she could still turn a head or two, could still yield her sexual power when necessary…but then, most men had never been much of a challenge…accept Todd Manning of course. He had bested her.

As she watched herself, overly pleased, she heard a small creak, the sound of her front door opening. Light footsteps made their way across her livingroom and down the hallway as they approached her bedroom. The door opened slowly and Blair turned to greet her guest.

A petite, young woman stood there. She had wild, spiky, fuchsia-colored hair and pale, freckled skin and wore an odd array of clothing: a short, flowery pink dress with a ruffled neckline; black, biker boots with steel tips; and a thin, black leather collar with a small metal ring hanging from it. Her startling blue eyes looked up at Blair with wonder as she walked into the room and placed her slender arms around Blair’s neck, rising up on tip-toes, until her mouth found hers. Blair crushed the girl’s tiny frame against her leather bodice, loving the sheer, physical power she had over her as she felt her sweet tongue entering her mouth.

Blair pulled away and looked down at her childish face.

“Uhm…you taste like candy, Cherry,” said Blair, licking her lips as Cherry giggled and wriggled against her.

“It’s bubble-gum, baby. I was chewing some before I came so that I could be all sweet for you.”

Blair smiled, then, shoved her away roughly.

“Did anyone see you come in? I told you I don’t want anyone seeing you here.”

“No, baby…I snuck in through the back…just like you showed me.”

“Good. Good. Where have you been and why are you giggling so much? Are you high?” demanded Blair.

“Oh, come on, baby…I just had a little toot. Just a little something to make me happy…make me sexy for you.”

“Damn it, Cherry! I told you if you want to be around me…no more shit! I don’t need that in my life…I need to get my kids back. Get out of here…we’re through!”

Tears rose in Cherry’s glassy eyes.

“No, baby…don’t make me go. I love you, baby…I’ll do anything for you…just like when we were locked up, baby. I won’t do any more shit…I promise, baby. Give me another chance,” said the young girl, falling to the floor and kissing Blair’s black, stilettoes.

Blair kicked her away viciously.

“If you want to be with me, you worthless little bitch…you’d better do as I tell you. Do you hear me?”

Cherry laid curled up on the floor in a narcotic stupor.

“I promise, baby…anything you say.”

Blair continued to watch her as she walked a small distance away.

“Crawl to me.”

“What?” asked Cherry, lifting up her head.

“I said…crawl to me.”

Cherry nodded and raised herself up on her hands and knees, slowly crawling toward Blair who stood above her, smiling triumphantly, watching everything play out in the mirror as if watching a play on a darkened stage.

Blair had saved her life in prison, Cherry being an easy target for every dyke in the place, so weak and fragile…so abused and uneducated…easy prey. Blair protected her and Cherry had never stopped showing her gratitude and adoration. At first Blair resisted her sexual advances, but a year is a long time and her loneliness and vanity eventually got the better of her, finally surrendering to her baser instincts…and to her most secret fantasies. But…she had never expected to like it so much…to like the power of being the aggressor…the violator, the power of being in control…and on top. Blair loved Cherry’s feminine vulnerability and childish worship of her…it was a complete turn on. After years of being used and abused, kicked around by all the men in her life…Blair had found she liked being the man for a change.

Cherry lay at her feet, kissing her legs with contrite devotion, looking up at Blair for approval.

“Good girl, Cherry,” said Blair, reaching down and stroking her hair. “I like it when you do what I say. I like it when you…obey me.”

“Yes, baby…I’ll do whatever you say. Nobody’s ever been good to me like you, baby. But you’re good to me. You love me, don’t you, baby?”

“Sure I do. Nobody will ever love you the way I do, Cherry. Never forget that.”

Cherry got up and took Blair’s hand, crushing it against her soft lips as Blair smiled, watching in the mirror.

“Ever had a real man, Cherry?”

Cherry looked up at her, her face drowsy and confused.

“You mean…fucking? Hell…sure…I told you, baby. My step-daddy...all my mother’s boyfriends…they all had a go at me when I was a kid. I had plenty of men…but…I never liked it much…they hurt me. Men don’t know nothin about lovin a girl…only girls do. I mean…sure, I’ll do them when I need a few bucks…but…I’d do anything when I was hungry…or needed a fix. But…guys don’t know nothin about lovin a girl.”

“Yeah, men are all selfish pigs. All the men in my life have done nothing but used me and betrayed me…one in particular,” said Blair quietly as Cherry watched her.

“You mean Starr’s daddy…Todd, right? The one who left you for that whore, Tea?”

“Yeah…he’s the one. I gave him my heart and soul, Cherry…I gave him a baby…and he still left me. But…I know how to get him…how to destroy him.”

“Well…I’ll help you, baby.”

Blair looked down at her sweet face, her eyes wide and innocent, like some orphaned child, aiming to please.

“You will? You’re so sweet, Cherry…my sweet Cherry,” cooed Blair, touching her soft lips with her fingertips.

“You’re so good to me, Blair…like nobody else… so good to me. Let me show you how much I love you, baby…I know what you like. Let me be your slave, tonight. I’ll do whatever you want…mistress,” whispered Cherry as she fell to her knees.

Blair smiled…and reaching down she looped her index finger into the metal ring in Cherry’s collar, raising her up slowly till they were at eye level, then, bending down, she bared her teeth and bit her neck.

2002 Copyright by Trog







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