Tina was barely keeping it together. She was sure there werevisions lurking around every corner. They were tucked away inside each shadow. Tina was afraid that if she so much as blinked she might open her eyes and find herself chained to sinking ship or tied to railroad tracks. Not only were the visions more frequent, but they were more realistic, and much, much harder to wake up from. The one she just escaped from in her shower left her on her hands and knees coughing up enough water to drown a horse. Exhausted and completely strung out from stress and confusion, Tina called Hank to tell him she wouldn’t make it to work. Monitoring the range for firearms safety violations was probably the last thing she should be doing.
“I’m just a mess right now. I don’t know what’s going on. I don’t know what to do.” Hank had known Tina a long, long time. He’d seen her stand up to high pressure situations plenty of times before. Whatever was going on, it must be something bad.
“No, definitely, don’t worry about it. I’ll get cover. Get yourself better. Get some rest. Go to church. Do whatever you need, Tina.”
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Out of complete desperation, Tina drove to St. Mary’s. This was her family’s church for generations. One of her ancestors was the original pastor. One of her brother’s had studied to be a priest here. Tina spent the first 18 years of Sundays of her life hanging on the priests’ every word. Kneeling when she was supposed to kneel. Head bowed. Praying the words that she was told to pray. This perfect system of devotion to faith, and submission to tradition provided Tina with absolute stability growing up. She never doubted the goodness of the world or the small role she was meant to play in it. Tina knew she was meant to serve, and she was blessed to have that calling.
Tina’s relationship with St. Mary’s changed around her 19thbirthday. Around the same time her brother’s priestly ambitions changed. That’s all another story, but suffice it to say, Tina began practicing her faith privately at that time.
“Hello daughter.” Father Conner’s voice projected down from the top of the steep front stairs. “It is good to see you’ve found your way home again.” Tina knew him as Father Jeff when he was a younger, associate priest. He became the Pastor four or five years ago, or so she’d heard.
“Father Conner. I’ve been. I’m sorry it’s been so long.” Tina was second guessing her decision to come. She stood unsure at the bottom of the steps.
“You are always welcome in your father’s house. Now come inside Tina. You can tell me anything. The Lord may judge, but I do not.” Tina reached a shaking hand to the railing and began ascending like a condemned person scales the gallow’s steps. She kept her eyes down on her feet, concentrating intensely on her shaky balance. Each step seemed a little higher than the previous one. Without any conscious thought, Tina’s right hand tapped the hilt of her Glock. Weapons checks were automatic. Pure habit. No thought. The man of God held the door open as Tina reached the zenith. He smiled. “Still so pretty, Tina. The Lord had so many blessings for you.” Tina noticed Father’s Connor’s carefully combed hair was concealing an aggressively thinning patch.
“Thank you, Father Connor.” Tina looked past the priest into the deep cavity of the dark and empty church. A Catholic church with its congregation has energy and life. The cavernous empty building Tina was about to enter was more like the carcass of a once mighty enchanted dragon, now reduced to a burned-out husk.
“I can see that you’re troubled child.” The priest grasped Tina’s arm. His hand was cold, and Tina recoiled. But Father Connor held on tightly with bony fingers. “Just come inside. Let us speak about what troubles you. You are safe here. The Lord is always the answer.”
“Hey! Excuse me!!!” Mia was standing at the corner of the Church by the side parking lot. She popped a large bubble of gum and went back to chewing loudly. “Come on down here, Bitch!” Father Conner and Tina both looked down at her in bewilderment. Mia was tapping her foot impatiently. “Fucking deaf people in this is joint,” Mia muttered to herself intentionally loud enough to be heard. Mia started making fake sign language symbols with one hand as she removed her sunglasses with the other hand. “Come down here now, B-ee-ootch!”
“How. How dare you, Ma’am. This is a house of worship.” Tina’s heart was beating harder. “This girl isn’t going anywhere with you!”
Mia rolled her eyes and her head as well to emphasize the gesture. “Listen Friar. EVERYWHERE I go is a fucking house of worship…’cause I’m always getting worshipped. K?” Mia skipped up the steps until she was standing on the second one from the top. “Also, when I said, ‘Come down here, Bitch,’ I wasn’t talking to sex bunny over here. I was talking to you.” Tina covered her mouth with her hand to conceal a grin. Father Connor’s eyes were projecting hellfire at Mia. “But I don’t like waiting, so I came up here to tell you something.” Mia pinched the bubble gum with her thumb and index finger and stretched it out in a long, thick string as she spoke. “Somebody….lefta….HUGE….wad of gum…on your….stained-glass….WINDDOW!!!” Tina threw the long string of gum on the huge, ornate stained-glass window above the front doors of the church. “Just thought you should know.” Mia bit her teeth together with a snap and showed all of her teeth in a grin reminiscent of the Cheshire Cat.
“I will pray for you young lady,” Father Connor said with a hint in insincerity.
“Let’s go tickle britches,” Mia reached for Tina’s hand which opened immediately and clasped around Mia’s. Mia pivoted sharply and hurried down the steps forcing Tina to lurch forward to keep up. Mia led Tina around the corner to her parked car. “That priest is fucking creepy. And I sell sluts like you to slave traders so much I give discounts for volume.”
“Slave traders?” Tina asked, without a hint of alarm in her voice.
“Tell you all about it. Hang on.” Mia released Tina’s hand and turned around one more time to look up at Father Connor. “Hey, sorry about the French, Padre. My parents fucking sucked.” Mia shrugged her shoulders while flipping the priest off with both hands and laughed as she danced around the corner.
The ladies disappeared from Father Connor’s view. He stood seething at the top of the stairs for a long while before going back into the church.
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Tina couldn’t remember the last time she felt so peaceful. It had been four days, seven hour and twenty-two minutes since Mia stole her away from Father Connor at St. Mary’s. Tina and Mia talked and talked and talked. Tina had been expecting Mia was coming with answers to her questions about all of the insanity that was consuming her recently. However, Mia actually had even more questions for Tina.
“At first I thought you were cop,” Mia laughed at the thought. “I thought you were the worst undercover cop ever. Just freezing like that? Like I ‘made you,’ or something. But that was just me expecting the worst of people. It passed. And then I just knew.”
“Knew what, Ma’am?” Tina was kneeling on the sofa. She was infatuated with Mia. Tamed by her.
“I knew you were different.” Tina giggled.
“No shit, Ma’am.” Mia smirked at Tina’s swearing.
“Do I need to gag that filthy mouth?” Tina sealed her lips and shook her head. “Good. My cunt licking slut has to be pretty as fuck, inside and out, so don’t go picking up bad language from me!”
“No Ma’am.”
“Now, as I was saying. Ever since I was a teenager, I figured out that there were certain people that just always listened to me. Like, they’d do what I said. Even stupid things. Things they wouldn’t WANT to do. Put your hands behind your head.”
Tina was wearing boy cut cotton briefs and cotton crop top with no bra. She put her hands into fists and bent her elbows so that she could put her hands behind her head at the base of her neck.
“Like this Miss?” Tina asked.
“Yep. And it’s Ma’am or Mistress. Not ‘Miss.’ I’m not a hot chocolate mascot.” Mia began wrapping cotton clothesline around Tina’s wrist and her arm so that her arm was stuck, folded in half at the elbow.
“Sorry Ma’am,” Tina’s breaths were shortening. Mia ignored her and went on to tie Tina’s other arm.
“I never really thought much about it, which is weird, right? I mean, that’s pretty fucked up actually. I could just tell when I had that kind of a connection with someone. It was subtle with some people. You know, I could get a guy to let me use his phone, or get some bitch to let me have her cab. Small stuff. But sometimes it was bigger. Like, I could just make someone hold still for me. I could take their purse or their watch and tell them to let me do it.”
Mia wrapped some rope around Tina’s waist and tied a knot in the front. She then fed the end of the rope between Tina’s legs and pulled it up behind her. Mia tugged on the length of rope a few times causing it to dig into Tina’s folds. She gasped and twitched at the hard but not unexpected contact against her increasingly wet pussy.
“But I just recently figured out that even with THOSE easy bitches, I still had to be paying attention to them. Eye contact seems to be the trick.” Mia wrapped the rope tightly three times around Tina’s throat like a collar. Or a noose. “This knot is kind of cool.” Mia changed the subject. “It’s a double locking slip knot. Lay down.” Mia pushed Tina down, so she was laying on her back on the sofa. Her bound hands were under her neck. Her bent elbows were flared up above her head and out to the sides like horns.
“What’s it do, Miss?”
“Bad time for a slip up bitch,” Mia said. She sat roughly down on Tina’s belly with enough force to cause her to tense and crunch up. Doing so pulled against the crotch rope, tightening the noose. Tina coughed. She felt the blood collecting near her temples. Tina arched to relax the tension on the noose but it remained tight. “It’s a little thing I like doing with cunts and whores I sell to get them ready for their lives as sex slaves and torture sluts. Whatever it is their owners want them for. Doesn’t mean shit to me.” Mia laid herself down over Tina’s face so she could reach the arm rest. Tina squirmed beneath Mia. Between being partially smothered by Mia’s chest and the renewed pressure on the rope, Tina was struggling to get air. Mia tied off the rest of the rope to the arm rest.
“Misstresss…” *cough* Mia sat up and looked down as Tina writhed beneath her. Tina’s arms were tied above her head. The noose was tight and secured between the rope stretched between the arm rest above her, down through her legs and over her crotch, tied off to the waist rope.
“It’s called a ‘double locking slip knot’ because it tightens whether you pull from above or below, AND it doesn’t get loose. Pretty devilish, right Barbie?”
God Tina was wet. She nodded agreement.
“And you love it. No need to answer slave. I know you love it. I love it too. I’m a sexual sadist, after all. Cross your ankles.”
Tina’s legs were stretched out, side by side. She made a show of slowly sliding her left foot up the sofa cushions againt the inside length of her right leg. She was thrilled when Mia’s mouth gaped open as she watched Tina ‘obey’ the order. Tina slid her foot over her thigh, never losing skin on skin contact. And then she made the long return trip down the outside of her right leg so that her ankles were now crossed.
“That’ll do. Be still.” Mia rolled off of Tina giving her a chance to breath a little easier. Then Mia tied Tina’s crossed ankles together. Mia leaned back hard with rope, stretching Tina out and jerking the noose tighter. Then Mia tied off the rope to the arm rest, securing Tina’s bound and stretched body out on the sofa. “Can you get out Sexy Pants?” Tina’s body rolled to a rhythm only she was hearing.
“No Mistress.” Tina panted her words. Mia pulled her shirt off and slid her jeans down to the ground. Next, she stepped out of her panties. Mia stood naked next to Tina with her panties balled up in her hand.
“Open.” No further instruction was needed. Tina opened her mouth wide, and Mia inserted the panties. They didn’t really stuff her mouth effectively. This was more of an act of submission than an effort to stifle Tina’s cries.
“Anyway, YOU are different than those other weak-minded cunts and douche bags. You and me, we’re connected. I think I sensed you in that shit hole store before I pulled off the road. And you about crapped yourself when I got within 20 feet of you.” Mia pressed her nose against Tina’s neck and inhaled hard as she dragged it all the way up her cheek. She stared into Tina’s eyes and Tina stared back. “There’s something going on here. We both know it. We’re going to figure this shit out.”
Mia laid down on top of Tina. The ropes creaked. Tina’s face became more flushed as her noose tightened more. Tina’s body felt like laying on a fully inflated pool float. She was soft but also firm. She was very toned and very pretty.
“I’m going to make you struggle cunt.” Mia fondled Tina’s vagina over top of her underwear. She alternated between stroking and tugging on the crotch rope. Tina grimaced. Her eyes fluttered. “I’m going to make you squirm.” Mia squeezed one of Tina’s nipples and rolled it, painfully hard, between her finger and thumb. She began stretching Tina’s boob out and around, led about by the nipple. Tina yelped and bucked. The noose grew tighter. “We’re going to keep doing this until you cum. And still some more. And then even more. We’re going to keep doing this until I’m sick and tired of using you. And that may NEVER happen, bitch.” Tina was moaning with pleasure. “I really, REALLY don’t think it’s ever going to happen.”