lWoD Changeling: The Black Door

Changeling: The Black Door
Tags: NTR, Lesbian, Sixty-nine, violence, dubcon

“Don’t worry about it.”

“What?” Bridget said as she tried to sit up in the hospital bed, “She came in our house, and she hurt us.”

Her face was sore, not only from the slap from that strange woman, but from the blow she had to assume knocked her out. It made her whole body feel fuzzy. Maybe a concussion, she would have to ask the doctor about it all later.

“It isn’t important,” Liz said, sitting in a chair beside her. Something about Liz seemed different. Since that woman appeared, she seemed more alive. Not in the way you would want. She was more expressive, which meant a lot of pouting, sadness, and expressions of annoyance. Well, she did the annoyance thing before.

Bridget wanted to get out of bed, but she could barely coordinate her arms to work with her body. The lights seemed blinding if she moved too fast. Everything was white, reflective, and the room smelled like piss.

“We should find her,” Bridget started, “Drag her into the street by that fake-ass treated hair…”

Liz grabbed Bridget’s hand. She could feel that, clear as day.

“You love me right?” Liz said. Her eyes were locked on Bridget’s, shivering as her grip tightened.

After what she did, Bridget didn’t know how to answer.

“I don’t care what you did with her,” Liz said, “Even if you were with her for months physically, all that matters is that you love me.”

How could she answer that? Bridget loved Liz, she wanted to be with her forever. But she was nothing, just some woman that happened upon a strange woman. Like that other woman, whatever her name was, said, Liz had a fiance once. Liz used to have a life, maybe even a good one. She used to drive to work, cook dinner that didn’t come out of a plastic wrapped tray, use a TV that didn’t need a whack or two to start.

Bridget looked away. She felt like she wanted to cry.

The lights flickered, and she could hear Liz looking around.

“Whatever,” Liz said, her voice stern again. “Listen to me, you have to let me handle this. She will hurt you, don’t get involved.”

Bridget laughed, “As if I could find her.”

Liz let out a sigh.

The room went black, and Bridget opened her eyes. Morning light was creeping through their dirty shades. She was on the bed, their bed, back in the apartment. She knew this angle, low to the ground, no headboard, little marks on the wall she kept promising to clean.

Her heart thumped in recognition. She couldn’t move her arms and legs, her wrists were numb, she was tied down to the bed. It was stripped of the comforter, just a lousy sheet, and the thin rope around her limbs. Her breath became rapid panting, and she tried to look around for any sign of what was going on.

When she saw Liz, tied up next to her, a smudge of blood on her head, it all came rushing back. It was a dream, it was all a dream. That crazy bitch wasn’t done with them yet.

“You’re actually up?” Beth said.

Bridget turned to the far corner, and saw Beth sitting there in a chair, legs crossed. She looked perfect, except a small cut on her forehead and a rip in the shoulder of her shirt. She leaned forward, and smiled with those plump lips.

“I hoped you would wake up first,” Beth said, “We got interrupted last time, and it did seem like you were enjoying yourself.”

Bridget tried to control her heart rate. “You stay the hell away from me.”

Beth laughed, “So mean. I guess you polishing my clit earlier was just your faggot way of saying hello?”

She opened her mouth to respond, but she had nothing.

“Then you tried to hit me,” Beth said, “I bet you never tried to hit her. I don’t have to put up with that, I’ve put up with too much of it already. I’ve taken a lot of blows for her, too many to count, and that all ends today.”

Beth was nodding to herself, her eyes growing wider as she talked. A sense of unease was washing over Bridget. The longer she was exposed to this woman, this lookalike, the worse the situation got. Beth’s insanity continued to surprise her.

Then Beth turned on her, grabbing the bat from a place along the wall, “Maybe I should pay you back. Blow to the head, only fair right?” She said as her face crept closer, her a smile growing on her face. Then her face went slack, and she pulled the bat down until it was creeping up Bridget’s thigh, “Or maybe something different? You might even like it.”

Bridget tried to struggle against her bindings, her knees twisting, her arms thrashing. Sharp pain went through her wrists, and she could feel how sore she was all over. Her whole body felt a little fuzzy.

When she calmed down, she realized Beth was laughing. It started soft, and grew until the woman took a step back from the bed. Her face was red, and she threw her head back and continued until the room was filled. She turned away, but even that couldn’t stop the uncontrollable laughter.

“You’re crazy,” Bridget said.

“I’m crazy?” Beth said, her expression serious as she turned, “You found a weedy little bitch of a woman, who can’t count past twelve without humming the number, who cries at night if she sees a kid with a scraped knee, who won’t eat any food colored blue, and I’m the crazy one?”

Bridget looked over at Liz, “Most blue food taste like shit.”

“You don’t even know what’s wrong with her,” Beth said as she stepped forward and wrapped her hand around Bridget’s neck, “That’s the part that makes me sick. You’re so stupid, like a loyal puppy. She doesn’t deserve you.”

Even as Beth’s fingers tightened on her neck, Bridget made a confused, “Huh?” noise.

“Now we’re both fucked,” Beth sobbed, her eyes watering, “Don’t you get it? Are you still too stupid to get it!”

Bridget was finding it harder and harder to breath, and even when she struggled, she couldn’t loosen the grip. She fought for every breath, but her heart was beating faster and faster.

Beth leaned in and kissed rough on the lips. A tear dropped to her face. Bridget tried to fight it, but she couldn’t do anything but struggle.

Her vision was going loose around the edges, she couldn’t even concentrate on the struggle, it was a battle to keep her eyes open.

Then Beth let go, panting as she backed away. Her eyes were wide, as if she just walked in the room and saw herself choking Bridget. She looked around the room, and then turned her back to the bed.

“Maybe I don’t get it,” Beth whispered, “That’s right, this whole time I’ve been doing it all wrong. I should have gotten a pixie cut, and got my snatch pierced. Maybe then it wouldn’t be so hard. Maybe I wouldn’t have to wake up next to... him.”

No matter how afraid Bridget was, she took the moment to catch her breath. It was hard to fill her lungs, her throat felt sore, but she took hungry breaths anyway. She looked over to Liz, and stopped mid-breath.

One of Liz’s eyes were open, and watching Bridget. Was she watching this whole time? How long had she been awake? For a moment, Bridget felt angry. Did she just lay there while Bridget was being choked? Still, what could she hope to do, Liz was also tied up.

Then Liz did something Bridget didn’t expect, she frowned. It made her think of the Liz in her dreams, the Liz who begged that impossible question. Then Liz’s eye shut, and not even Bridget was sure she had ever been awake.

“We can try,” Beth said, turning back with a naive smile, “How about that? I’ll buy unflattering jeans, and we can go watch foreign films. Won’t that be something? If I kill her, maybe She won’t notice. I can be your new Elizabeth, just as good as the original.”

As the word ‘original’ came out of her mouth, Beth’s face twisted up in anger. She grabbed a chunk of hair in each hand, and pulled so hard that Bridget was sure it should have come free.

Then she calmed down, took a long breath, and smiled again. “Sorry,” she said, tilting her head, “Sometimes I get a little stressed, you know, first world problems. I’ll keep it together, don’t worry.”

She walked over with what Bridget could only call a strut, her hips snapping with each step. “So how do we start?”

Bridget’s mind was in a tilt-a-whirl, and she didn’t care which direction she hurled. “Start what?”

Beth rolled her eyes, “Being girlfriends, stupid. Come on.” She went to the button on Bridget’s jeans, loosened them, unzipped the front far enough to reveal her pink panties underneath.

“Don’t touch me,” Bridget rasped.

Beth’s fingers slid over her lower stomach. They felt soft, but a little cold.

“As if you could stop me,” Beth giggled.

“Please,” Bridget said, “Just don’t. You can let me go.”

Her fingers were too soft. What did she do that kept them like living pillows. They prickled the small hairs on her skin. Bridget tried to slide away, but she didn’t have far to move. The fingers slipped past her waistband, slid through her pubic hair. She winced as Beth tugged on them. Beth shivered at the sound.

“Don’t you get it?” Beth said, “I know everything you like. I’m better than her, in every way.”

Her fingers slid down further, fighting Bridget’s clamped thighs, teased her entrance. Still, she kept herself closed as best she could. She wouldn’t betray Liz again, not right in front of her.

“I won’t let some monster fuck you in the woods. I won’t keep secret girlfriends from you. I definitely won’t miss my own fucking birthday party!”

How did she know these things?

“Stop fighting me Bridget Anne!”

Her hand flashed out and slapped Bridget across the face. The sudden pain made her tense up, and then immediately go slack.

“Why do you make me hurt you?” Beth whispered, shaking her head.

Bridget opened her knees, and Beth’s fingers slid inside her. Bridget hurt her face away, even as Beth’s touch drew up that warmth in her gut. The sensation spread, mixing with the anxiety, and dread, and no matter how much Bridget tried to fight it she could feel how slick she was.

Her face went flush, and a gasp escaped her lips.

“See, I’m not so bad,” Beth said, “Come on, kiss.”

She came close and grabbed Bridget by the chin. Bridget didn’t resist, and soon she felt those soft lips on hers again.

“I have an idea,” Beth said, “Take off your pants.”

Beth moved to get on the bed, and then looked at Bridget who was giving her an incredulous expression.

“Right,” Beth laughed as if she forgot to turn off the oven. She reached down and pulled Bridget’s jeans down. Then followed that by peeling down her panties to her ankles.

“You’ll like this,” Beth said as she got on the bed, straddling Bridget in reverse. She slid her butt up Bridget’s chest, then forcefully pulled Bridget’s knees apart.

Bridget got quite a view. Beth never put her panties back on, and as the woman’s butt swayed above her face, her shaven lips were suspended there just above her chin. She looked swollen, as if Bridget’s earlier attention left her wanting more.

Beth was inspecting Bridget like a child given a new pet. Her fingers held Bridget’s lower lips apart, she sniffed at her and made a gagging sound. Then she licked Bridget, a long full lick that made Bridget tense up.

“The fingers are easier,” Beth said as a finger probed her, going as deep as it could before the others stopped it, “But there is something… enticing about tasting it, isn’t there?”

She moved to two fingers, plunging in and out, touching deep places that made Bridget’s knees move to each side of Beth’s head. Whenever Bridget thought she was getting used to it, Beth would take another taste, sucking hard on her growing button, capturing a lip, licking up her inner thigh. Bridget turned red as a breath became a moan. Her whole body felt hot, and on edge. She didn’t know if she was going to pass out, or explode.

“I know how this works,” Beth said, “You need to do your part.”

Beth’s ass lowered, sitting on Bridget’s face. Her nose was stuck right on her ass, but at least she could breath past the musk.

“Suck, you greedy bitch,” Beth said.

And she did. Her tongue went out first, tasting that odd flavor again. At this point the shame was fading, and something wilder was taking control. Her tongue probed deep, as Beth’s face buried between her thighs. Bridget shuffled her head back and forth, trying to get her tongue deeper, feeling that small thrill when she could feel Beth’s thighs squeeze her in delight. It was just like Liz, those same weaknesses, the little points that made her leg twitch, and her body shiver.

Bridget could feel Beth getting better by the second. Her lips pulling in Bridget’s sensitive flesh, the width of her tongue massaging Bridget’s throbbing clit. It was hard for her to concentrate on Beth, whole body felt like a rod in a lightning storm, building up a charge and waiting for the strike. Her knees squeezed against Beth, tried to push her away, but the terrible woman held her butt, pulled her closer, dug in deeper and swirled.

An explosive moan escaped her lips, and her toes curled as the strike came. Her whole body tensed, and then she felt a beautiful relief that she didn’t realize she needed.

Her breathing was deep, which almost made her miss what Beth said next.

“Oh, you’re awake… oh.”

There was a terrible sound, and then Bridget was forcefully thrown off the bed. Bridget looked over and saw that Liz was on the bed, her face discolored with rage. Were her eyes glowing? Liz reached for her ankles and cut herself free in one motion, then she was up.

“Time for round two?” Beth laughed as she got up from the floor, her skirt still bunched up at her waist, “I already kicked your skinny ass once.”

Liz let out a guttural scream, and then leaped over Bridget, arms first, into Beth. They crashed against the wall, and Beth punched Liz hard enough to make her stumble back. When Liz came back, she hit Beth with an elbow, a fist, whatever she could. Her Liz was no kung-fu master, she was just a woman, scared, and a little strange. But she was her Liz, and she loved her.

“Whoop her ass Liz!” Bridget yelled.

Liz stopped and turned to look at Bridget, and Beth grabbed her by the hair.

“Oops,” Beth cackled, then pulled hard enough to make Liz yelp, “Can’t keep your eyes on the prize?”

Her arm wrapped around Liz’s throat, holding her looking at Bridget, squeezing tight enough that Bridget could see the pain on Liz’s face.

“Do you want me to do it?” Beth asked, “I can do it, and then it’ll just be us.”

Bridget could feel her blood boiling. She couldn’t get free, no matter how much she twisted and fought. She couldn’t help, all she could do is watch. The look on Liz’s face, that look of… understanding.

Bridget stopped fighting.

“I know you liked it,” Beth said, “Tell me you liked it. Come on, just say it.”

Bridget looked away.

“Just say it!” Beth screamed.

Then Liz slammed her back against the wall. Her grip loosened long enough for her to turn, grab the bat, and crack Beth across the head. The woman stumbled from the blow, and fell to the floor. Liz collapsed as well, letting out frantic breaths.

“Just say it,” Beth sobbed, “That’s all I want, just say it. Can’t you give me that? Before I die, before we all die.”

“Shut up,” Bridget said, as calm as she could manage, “You lost, now shut up.”

“Lost?” Beth said, a new laugh building up inside her. Her eyes went wild again, like they were going to pop from their sockets, “You don’t get it do you? She knows, she knows where we are. I felt it in my dreams, which means you had to too Elizabeth. She is looking for you, and soon she will rip every little thread out of fucked up little mess you call a life. Then when she has tortured you so much that you want to die… that’s when she’ll take you back, with open arms, and put you back in that room you won’t stop fucking dreaming about!”

Liz let out a violent sob, and picked up the bat again.

“Then she’ll take me apart,” Beth said with a giggle, “As if I never even mattered… Oh.”

Liz was standing above her now, bat held high.

“Liz, no!” Bridget screamed.

It came down with an ugly crack. Then again. By the 10th time, the sound had changed, the blows slicked in blood.

Then Liz dropped the bat, took a step toward the door, and collapsed to her knees. She continued that cry, and it ripped at Bridget’s heart.

She couldn’t see Beth’s body from on the bed. She struggled at her bonds, and could almost get her fingers out, but from there all she could do was talk.

“Don’t worry Liz,” Bridget said, “It’ll be okay. I’ll make it work, we’ll figure something out. We can just get on a bus… to Utah, or something. Just stay there, I’m coming.”

“No,” Liz shouted, looking over at Bridget with different eyes. They were slits, like a snake. Somehow, they didn’t seem out of place on her, they didn’t even seem strange. “Just stay away from me, you have to stay away.”

“I could never stay away,” Bridget sobbed, feeling her wrist squeeze free from one rope, “You heard the cunt in the dress, I’m too stupid for that.”

Her hands were free, and she sat up and untied her ankles.

“I can’t do this anymore,” Liz said, “I can’t. It never worked, and I kept pretending.”

“We can talk all about it over orange juice,” Bridget said as she got the knot loose.

Liz stood up, and wobbled there at the end of the bed, “If you want to survive, just stay away from me.”

Bridget’s foot got free, and she jumped down from the bed, almost collapsing from the lack of sensation in her feet.

Liz ran to the closet door, crossed herself in a weird way, and then shut herself inside. It was one of the places she went to cry, or brood.

Bridget followed as fast as she could.

“Liz!” She shouted as she pulled the door open. Inside was a sun dress, hanging from their one good hanger.

Her eyes scanned over the closet. She knocked over the shoe boxes on the floor, she closed it and opened it again, nothing. She turned to the body of Beth, and found a pile of shoes and purses that looked like they were tied together with some organic threads.

Bridget’s legs felt weak, and she stumbled back onto the bed. She didn’t understand any of it, not one bit.