Seduction of the Strike

Lara_Catgirl:

Lara_Catgirl:

Amalia_Torres:

Johanna_Amalia: My wonderful wife Jen and I have just moved to a new apartment… living together at last feels like the best ever. However, the joy of living in this nice, cozy, affordable apartment was soured when we met our neighbour Lara for the first time. Jen and her seemed familiar. Only later did I learn that Lara is Jens ' crazy ex she told me about… the one that beat her face in once. Ever since then, I understand the way Lara and her had been exchanging gazes in the corridor. I have beared with it long enough. I cant stand that woman living next to my darling wife and me. One faithful day, a month after we had moved in, I could stand it no more. Jen was already asleep, but I could not bear it anymore. I hadn't changed into my PJs yet, still in my Jeans and white shirt, I went to the kitchen… poured out something strong, threw it back and went out to the dark corridor. Breathing deeply, trying to remain calm, I go over to Lara’s apartment door just across from ours. The second I raise my fist to ring the doorbell, it turns into a fist. As much as I try, it won't relax. So I hammer against the door with… ONCE…..TWICE…..THRICE loud knocks resound throughout the otherwise quiet complex. “I know what you did come out!” I shout against the door… only then I start to fear about having woken Jen, but it doesn't matter, I am doing this whether she likes it or not. I raise my fist to knock again ONCE…..TWICE……

Lara_Catgirl: I raise an eyebrow and walk toward the door when I hear the pounding and the screams. I yank the door open and stare right at you. My eyes narrow immediately when I see you standing in the hallway. I lean my shoulder against the doorframe, cross my arms over my chest, and size you up from head to toe. “Well, look who it is… Johanna Amalia herself.” I laugh briefly, coldly and mockingly. “I was wondering when you’d show up. Couldn’t sleep, huh? Or did Jen finally tell you who I really am?” I take half a step forward so that I’m standing almost right in front of you, and look provocatively into your eyes. “You’re banging on my door like a madwoman in the middle of the night and screaming. Are you trying to threaten me, or what? Then spit it out. I’m not afraid of you.” I raise an eyebrow and grin slightly arrogantly. “So? What do you want, Johanna?”

Lara_Catgirl:

Johanna_Amalia: I hold my fist in the air as you open the door and step into the frame. If I had just a bit less self-restraint, that would have gone right onto your little nose. I narrow my eyes face turns into a frown. My breathing is loud, I am certain you can hear it… at least my heart pounding in my chest is only for myself to hear and feel. I can tell you are trying to provoke me right now. I lower my hand slowly, letting it awkwardly shift beside me. I turn to look one last time to see if Jen had woken and was coming for the door. I can hear some doors in the Complex open, people trying to listen in to what is going on. “I know what kind of bitch you are, yes..” My right, the one I just used to pound youre door, shoots out and shoves you on the shoulder, not with full force, a prod, a warning shot. I lower my voice, “Look, can we maybe talk inside?” I motion behind you… I do not want a scene in the corddior at night.

Lara_Catgirl: I stumble half a step back when you shove me in the shoulder. My eyes immediately flash with anger. “Hey, are you out of your mind?!” I shove you right back, harder than you shoved me, and take another step closer so that our faces are just an arm’s length apart. “Touch me again and I swear to you, you won’t leave this hallway on your own two feet.” *I take a sharp breath, glance briefly at the other doors that are already opening, and grit my teeth.* I grab your wrist, yank you roughly a bit closer, and lower my voice to a dangerous whisper: “You want to talk inside? Fine. But if you raise your hand against me one more time, that’s it.” I let go of your wrist, step aside, and hold the door wide open. “Then come in. But hurry, before the whole floor comes over here to watch.”

Johanna_Amalia: I am surprised by the burst that comes from you. Your hand hits my shoulder, and I am forced to take a step back. You step in my eyes, light up in surprise for a split second before hardening again, feeling your breath on my face as you threaten me. I see you looking around, distracted by the neighbours stirring from their dreams. You yank me in, and I scowl at you angrily. You allow me entry, and I put up my hands all dramatic so you can see them clearly. I step over the doorway. I glance around your apartment with curiosity and walk over to the doorways leading off to the individual rooms… looking into them… only then do I remember I am your “guest” and turn back to look at you. “Okay, let us talk like two adults. I want one thing from you, really…”

Lara_Catgirl: I slam the door shut behind you. Then I lean my back against it and cross my arms over my chest as I watch you closely. I see you walking curiously through my apartment and peeking into the rooms as if this were your own. That immediately makes my blood boil again. I snap, “Listen, are you completely out of your mind? You barge in here and snoop around my apartment like a damn cop? This is my home, not yours.” I push off the door and take a few steps toward you, but stop at a safe distance. My gaze is hard and suspicious. I lift my chin and ask coldly, “You want to ‘talk like two adults’? Then speak up. You say you only want one thing from me…” *I narrow my eyes and size you up from head to toe.* I continue in a quiet but cutting voice: “…spit it out, Johanna. What do you want? Do you want to threaten me, just like you tried to do in the hallway a moment ago?”

Johanna_Amalia: I turn sharply as you call me out for snooping around. I smile, a fake one, a big one still. We stand apart, some steps away. “Scared of the cops, are you? I imagine…. is committing bodily harm a regular occurrence of yours?” I tease you a little with this one, trying hard to stop myself from letting out a giggle. I take one step forward and tilt my head to look down into your eyes with slight anger and some other emotions stirring behind my eyes. “Look, we are neighbours now, and you have to apologise to Jen for what you did to her…” I leave the sentence hanging with a not said out loud but clearly implied “or” at the end. I am here to make sure Jen can forget about you, and you are put in your place, no matter the cost. I look at you, trying my best to look scary as I stare into your eyes, mouth firmly closed with a resting bitch face.

Lara_Catgirl: I laugh right in your face—a short, harsh, mocking laugh. “Apologize? To Jen?” I take a step straight toward you until we’re standing just half an arm’s length apart. I look you straight in the eye without batting an eyelid; my gaze is ice-cold and full of contempt. I slowly shake my head. “You’re even crazier than I thought. I’m supposed to apologize to Jen? For what, exactly? For the fact that she’s a lying slut who got what she deserved?” I lean forward slightly, my voice growing soft and venomous: “Listen to me carefully, Amalia. I’m not going to apologize to Jen, nor am I going to move out. And I certainly won’t let you threaten me.” I jab my index finger firmly against your sternum. “You’re here in my apartment. You’re the one causing a ruckus in the middle of the night. So you’d better think very carefully about how you talk to me.” *I stare at you with raised eyebrows and an arrogant smile. *I whisper almost inaudibly: “Or what? Are you going to try to punch me too, like your little girlfriend? Go ahead… try it… she regretted it too.”

Johanna_Amalia: I feel a creeping dark hatred move up my throat with every sour word shooting out of your mouth. Like sharp needles, it sinks into my skin… I know that is what you want, you want me to get angry to do something potentially stupid… but I think I have had enough of you. Your finger snaps against my top, and I gasp in upset by your touch. I try with my left to swat it away from my head. “Oh, okay, I won't. I am not like that…” I keep my voice down, look to the ground with my eyes, and try my best to look all miserable and scarred like a dog running with its tail between its legs. But that is only what I want you to think. I sigh deeply and feign a step towards your door, but then I snap. I try to snatch you by the waist with my left hand and at the back of your head with my right. I try to shove you against the nearest wall, trying to smash you against it headfirst, hoping to smear your face against it with my right. “Let’s see how long it will take until you're begging to apologise to Jen!” I snarl out, my belly all kinds of emotions are turning and twisting worry… anger….love… knowledge that I have just committed a crime…. But wiping that arrogant smile off your face will make it all worth it.

Lara_Catgirl: I see the sudden change in your eyes—and react immediately. The moment you reach for me and grab me by the waist and the back of my head, my whole body tenses up. I jerk my head to the side before you can really slam it against the wall, so that instead of my face, only my shoulder slams hard against the wall. I gasp in pain and rage. “You damn BITCH!” I ram my elbow into your ribs with full force, right below your chest, turn around, and then try to pull my knee up and drive it between your legs. With my free hand, I claw into your hair and yank brutally while trying to push you away from me. I scream right in your face, my voice full of hatred: “Have you completely lost your mind?! You’re attacking me in my own apartment?!” I fight fiercely, this time ramming my fist into your side and trying to push you away from me with all my strength. My breathing is fast and aggressive, adrenaline racing through my body. “Let go of me, or I swear to God, I’ll destroy you!” you stupid bitch

Johanna_Amalia: I really thought I could totally surprise you with my sudden twist… but it seems you had predicted this the moment I banged on that door that has now locked us inside your apartment together. I smile, satisfied with the loud slam as you go shoulder-first against the wall, a shame your head is not mashed up in the wall yet… But you are furious now, shouting at me, you throw your elbow out and hit my ribs. “UFFF”, I gasp as I can feel the pain shoot through me as bone clinks against bone. You turn around and try to shoot your knee up… I twist my hip to the side so your knee slams into the air instead of hitting me directly. Your hand seeks to grasp onto my hair and push me away… while my scalp does shoot up in pain as you start pulling violently, and my blonde hair, my head being thrown around, burning hot as I try to resist you getting control of my head. I choose to change course and not give you the distance. I rush into you with my left elbow as a battering ram aimed at your ribs, trying to get even and push you against the wall with my body weight advantage. If I am successful, your punch and shove are smoothed before amounting to anything. “TRY DESTROYING ME AND SEE HOW IT GOES!” I yell back at you, feeling my heart pump up towards my throat as I feel a kick of adrenaline and the urge to protect Jen from you, cool my burning rips and scalp… I need to give it my all for her…

Lara_Catgirl: I cry out in pain as your elbow slams hard into my ribs. The impact knocks the wind out of me. “Fuck you!!” I’m pressed against the wall, feeling your full weight pinning me there. The pain in my ribs is sharp, but the rage is stronger. I grab your long blonde hair with both hands, clinging on tight, and yank your head brutally backward while simultaneously ramming my knee upward with all my strength—this time more precisely, hopefully straight into your lower abdomen. I clench my teeth and growl in your face, spit flying from sheer rage: “You want to destroy me?! Then go ahead, you crazy bitch!” I seize the moment when you’re hopefully distracted by the knee strike, ram my forehead with full force into your face (headbutt), and at the same time try to twist you sideways with my whole body to press you against the wall. My fingernails scrape across your cheek as I try to bite you or at least sink my teeth into your shoulder. I’m panting heavily, sweat and adrenaline running down my body: “You’re not getting out of here alive, I’m going to finish you off, Johanna!” I hiss

Johanna_Amalia: I feel myself getting overwhelmed. I can feel our bodies ripple together under the clothing. I can hear the air being pressed out of you, but you don't let up with your barrage. Your hand seizes my head fully and yanks me around. I can see blurs at the edge of my vision, and my clapping is screaming in pain from the shooting in my scalp. But that is not the worst your storm of chaos has in mind for me as your knee shoots up again, and this time I don't twist away in time, we are too close for me to avoid it “UFFF” I almost gag from the air. I suddenly throw up as a sharp cramp wanders through my body. I fold over slightly, but I know I need to face you, or this is done already… I look up again and see your head shooting for me. I turn my face in the last second, your head glancing off my centre, and instead hits me on my forehead, skull on skull, as my ears ring immediately from the impact. I feel dizzy like somebody just hit me with a sledgehammer this bitch is really not messing around. You turn me with my side facing the wall. I am trying to make the edges of my vision go away, and I am in no place to resist that turn. You let go of my hair and scrape over my cheek a hot burn where your nails try a small cut, a drip of blood begins running down my face. You move your head to bite down into my shoulder, the second I feel you chew teeth sinking in, “AHHHHHHH”, I scream in loud pain, but clarity returns to me… I instinctilve clench my right fist and make it shoot upward aiming to get you off my shoulder with your teeth and hitt you on the throat at the same time My wignles our from my side and shoots striaght for your liver trying to deliever a classic body shoot but not one you have me angry and I will not go quitly I throw my fsit forward again again trying to slam you in your abdomen over and over….

Johanna_Amalia: my own knee tries to shoot up and hit you in crotch hoping that your shorts arent the best of cover.. “YOU CRAZY OR WHAT!” I yell out, feeling myself consumed by this chaos this has descended into so quickly.

Lara_Catgirl: I cry out as your fist grazes my throat and then slams hard into my liver. The pain explodes through my body, and my legs go weak for a moment. “You damn… whore!!” I gasp heavily, my breath catching from the blow to my liver. Your next punches to my stomach hit me hard—I curl up, but I take advantage of our closeness. As your knee shoots up, I twist my hips just in time so it only hits my thigh. I ram my elbow with full force into the side of your head, right on your ear, and immediately grab your blonde hair again. With my other hand, I slap you across the face several times with my open palm—crackling blows that redden your cheek. I growl through clenched teeth as I try to push you back against the wall: “You want to finish me off?! Then come here, you sick bitch!” I bite your shoulder again, this time even more brutally, while at the same time ramming my knee upward again—right between your legs. My fingernails scrape across your face, trying to tear your skin open. I’m out of breath, bleeding from my lip and shoulder, but the rage keeps me going. I scream right in your face: “You can’t protect Jen!”

Lara_Catgirl:

Johanna_Amalia: I feel like this is turning into a hard affair that won't end well. I am caught reacting again, I cant believe it! You have a lot of energy, and the red drop running down my cheek makes it all the worse. My forehead is burning from the headbutt. I swiftly around my spit, blink my eyes, hard once, making the pain go away as much as it will and try to get ready for some more. My head is thrown to the side, immediately rocked by your elbow that shoots up, ears ringing, I swear I can't hear on my left one. You dig your hand into my hair again, and I can feel my head being thrown around. A tear streaks from my eye from the pain you are making me endure. The salty drop runs down and washes the red trail from the blutt away. You slap across my face, making it burn up in hot pain. A crack in my lip starts to join the blood streaming down my face. I shriek as you dig your teeth into my shoulder a second time in the same spot. I can hear the sound of you ripping the shirt apart. This time, you dig deeper, hitting my flesh, piercing it. I flinch “FUUUCKIIING BITCH! WHAT KIND OF CANNIBAL ARE YOU!?” I read I need to, or else it will be me slamming down against the wall soon, especially now that you just turned me to my back. “I WILL SHOW YOU NO FUCKING MERCY!” With your head on my shoulder, biting down, I reach into your hair and try to wrestle you back by pulling you out of my flesh. As you bring your knee up, I shift it in time, making it only deliver a solid thrust against my thigh that makes me gasp. I try to wrestle you by your hair and throw you away so we can get some distance in while moving your head. I try to hit it with my elbow, trying to get you to deafen on one side, as you had just done with me. I try to throw you away a couple of steps at a time, so I have a chance to breathe. “I WILL PROTECT JEN! SHE DOESN'T LOVE YOU NOR NEED YOUR PROTECTION!”

Lara_Catgirl: I take your brutal blows; your elbow hits my temple. My head snaps back, blood spurting from my mouth. “Ughhh—!” I stagger violently backward, losing my balance completely. My legs buckle, and I stumble backward over the low glass coffee table in the living room. CRASH! The table shatters beneath me in a loud, shattering chaos of glass and wood. I slam my back and the back of my head hard onto the floor; shards of glass cut into my arms and back. I lie gasping among the debris, my torn crop top covered in blood, my hair stuck to my face. I groan in pain, trying to sit up, but I’m dazed for a moment. Blood is running from my nose and mouth. I stare at you with pure hatred as I slowly push myself up on my elbows.

Johanna_Amalia: I see you stumbling back, and I am surprised as you fall back into the glass table… I had honestly not seen it there before. I breathe hard, and I bend over a little; our ragged breathing fills the room. “You're so done now!” I say through gritted teeth… my ear is still ringing, my face is burning, my top has a fucking bitmark in it from which the white fabric is now getting red and redder as more blood swells from the mark you have left me. “Ughh”, I move towards you, I can see you pushing yourself up again, and I cant let that happen. I move over and try to kick you right in the side of your head by swinging at it with my left leg. “STAY FUCKING DOWN BITCH!”

Lara_Catgirl:

Lara_Catgirl: I’m on all fours right now, trying to push myself up in a daze, when your kick hits my temple with full force. “CRACK!” The brutal blow sends my head flying to the side as if it had been struck by a hammer. A searing, explosive pain races through my skull. I let out a choked, gurgling groan before my body goes completely limp. I collapse like a rag doll. My arms buckle, I topple hard to the side, and crash face-first onto the floor among the shards of glass. Blood spurts from my nose and mouth. My eyes roll back, my body twitches once more, then I lie there motionless. I’m nearly unconscious—everything is spinning, my head feels like it’s about to burst. A faint, pain-stricken groan still escapes my throat as I lie half-fainting on the bloody floor, surrounded by shards of glass. My breathing is shallow and irregular. I’m barely conscious

Johanna_Amalia: I hear that crack, and I am scared to have gone too far. You get slow, motionless, and I look around, look at you lying on the ground, shattered, bleeding from thousands of tiny glass cuts, at myself and my destroyed top at your apartment, the shattered table and how I do hope that the neighbours are sound asleep. I frown, but this was worth it. She deserved it for what she had done to Jen. I rub my shoulder, the non-bleeding one. I spit down at your body, a mixture of Saliva and blood comes down onto you “Jen is mine and always will be bitch…” I walk over to a drawer in the bedroom. I am looking for something… You should have plenty somewhere if what Jen told me is accurate. Sure enough, a drawer slides open and red ropes are in there to my heart's content. I move back to you, rope in hand, and smile for the first time since I had stepped over to your apartment tonight. I bend down and undress you. This will be more fun with you naked…. I start looping it around your upper arms and chest, pulling your elbows together behind your back with firm, deliberate tension. The rope bites against your skin, and I leave you in a tight chest harness that leaves your arms pinned helplessly. I keep going, wrapping the rope lower, threading it between your thighs, then back up to knot it all securely at your back. Then next up are your legs. I wrap overlapping coils around your legs, and the red strands glow against your skin. I wrap it firmly, deliberately, until you are left face down, helpless and fully immobilised, wrapped up like a Christmas present.

Johanna_Amalia:

Lara_Catgirl: My head is pounding like hell, everything is spinning. I taste blood. Through a haze, I feel you turn me over and rip the remaining shreds of my top and shorts off my body. I moan weakly and dazedly, trying feebly to move, but my body barely obeys me. “N-no… you damn… sick…” I gasp as the rough red rope is wrapped around my arms and breasts. You pull it tight brutally, pressing my elbows painfully together behind my back. I whimper in pain as the rope cuts deep into my skin and squeezes my breasts. I make a feeble attempt to squirm as you pull the rope between my thighs and tie it tightly. “Stop… don’t touch me, you sick bitch…” My voice is nothing more than a hoarse, pain-stricken whisper. I feel you tying my legs together, tighter and tighter, until I lie there completely helpless—naked, blood-smeared, bound in a strict, red rope prison, face down on the floor. I turn my head slightly to the side; blood drips from my mouth onto the floor. My eyes are glassy with pain and shock, but a burning hatred still blazes within them. I whisper weakly, “You’ll regret this…Johanna,” I groan

Johanna_Amalia: I stand back, observing my work, smiling to myself as I see you lying immobile on the ground. I sit down next to you as you turn your face towards me. It is a bit gross, all the blood, but I guess you deserve that. I lean down so I can catch your weak whisper. “I will regret this?” I ask, shaking my head as I grab and pull on one of the robes hard to make it dig more into your flesh. “Look, Lara, our talk got a little out of hand. I will leave you if you agree to apologise to Jen on your knees for being such a mean bitch…. if you don't do that, I will have to do other things….” I reach one of my hands below, trying to find your nipple, and slowly I start twisting it between my fingers…..

Lara_Catgirl: I let out a soft, dazed moan as you pull on the rope. The rough red rope cuts even deeper into my skin, especially around my breasts and between my thighs. My body twitches weakly in the restraints. My eyes flutter, only half-open. Blood continues to trickle from the corner of my mouth. When you take my nipple between your fingers and twist it, a stifled, painful whimper escapes me. I try feebly to wriggle in the restraints, but I can barely move. My chest rises and falls quickly and shallowly. I whisper weakly, the words coming out with difficulty: “Fuck… you… Amalia… I won’t apologize to anyone… certainly not to that traitorous whore…” I gasp as you continue twisting my nipple; my body tenses briefly before going limp again. My eyes roll back slightly; I’m on the verge of drifting off again. But then I gather my last reserves of strength and whisper softly, yet clearly and distinctly, every word filled with hatred and rage. “You… will regret this just as much… as she does… I’m going to hurt her… I’m going to hurt you… you have no idea what you’ve set in motion…”

Johanna_Amalia: I twist your nipple some more, but after what we had already done to each other, it felt too soft. You are clearly unwell, shifting on the verge of consciousness. I can see this talk is getting nowhere. “Well, okay, Lara, you made your choice. I am sorry for ruining the table…” I remove my hand from your nipples and instead grab your head, pulling your hair back as much as I can with my left until the ropes cut into your body, too much straining, whispering from the strings of each rope. “Good night, Lara!” I say as I hit your head back down to the ground, not trying to cause too much damage, but enough to hurt you enough so you will properly drop to unconsciousness. After you hit the ground again with a sickening thud, I get up and look one more time at your beaten and tied-up body. I snap a picture of you with my phone as a little memento. After that, I leave your apartment, sneak back over to mine and Jens', and immediately grab some ice packs and Band-Aids to start treating myself… Sitting there pouring myself another swig of liquor, I cant help but wonder what our next meeting will be like….

Johanna_Amalia: END