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The Queen of Sorrow’s Falls
Part Seven
The Rival
By Razor7826 (Copyright 2008)
Michelle Von Houten sat a table in the corner of the foodcourt and observed the world as it was. Growing up, she had never thought people watching would become a hobby of hers, but there she was, silently taking notes on the oblivious crowd around her.
She looked at the time on her cell phone and made a mark on the header of a new journal page.
12:07 PM, XX/XX/XXXX Morning observations revealed few potential suspects beyond the average young women that can be found anywhere. So far, none have nearly the potential for profit necessary for our operation. However, there is the poss…
“Like hell that will work!” yelled a dirty young man seated two tables from Michelle.
His Asian companion leaned forward and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Calm down Frank. This isn’t the sort of place to make a scene.”
He grumbled, but sat back down, continuing their conservation quietly. Though their argument was heated, the way they looked directly into each others eyes betrayed a deep connection.
Michelle looked them over closer. The man looked to be around thirty years old, unshaven, with dirty brown hair that spilled from beneath his white and red trucker’s cap. He wore a wife-beater, but didn’t have the muscle mass or the tan to make him look like anything other than a hick. His woman, on the other hand, was an Asian woman in her early twenties with straight and shiny black hair, well-utilized makeup and fashionable clothing. Something about their relationship and pairing seemed off, but their hushed tones revealed no information. She scrawled a note about them and continued to scan the crowd, this time focusing on a crowd of thirty-something women that laughed together over lunch.
Again, she was interrupted. Her cellphone rang the first few bars of Ode to Joy, signifying an incoming call from Suri. “Hello?” she answered.
“She’s fucking pregnant,” yelled the woman on the other side.
“Pregnant?”
“Yeah, Toby knocked her up.”
“Isn’t she too old for that?”
“Apparently not.”
“Damnit! How could he let that happen? Didn’t anyone think to force feed her some pills like we did to the bitch’s daughter?”
“He says he did.”
“That’s crap.”
“They aren’t fool proof, Michelle.”
Her rage spiked briefly, but she breathed deeply and calmed herself. It was nothing to worry about. There were outlets for pregnant women. She would be taken care of well… at least she thought, though it wasn’t much of her concern.
“Tell the daddy to keep his focus on the campaign. This baby issue isn’t anything worth losing focusing on.”
“It isn’t sitting very well with him.”
“I guess it shouldn’t. How’s Jody doing?”
“Very well. The wounds are healing nicely, and she’s been rather agreeable. Played with her for an hour or two, and she didn’t resist at all.”
“Good to here I’m not alone in thinking she’s finally accepting it all. It took nearly six months, but we’ll talk more about it when I get back tonight. I really want to get some good leads before I leave today. ”
“You won’t find much of value at Rivers,” she said. “You have to head a little bit further to the South-East, towards Hamptons.”
“We’ll see. Talk to you later, Suri.”
“Later.”
She hung up the phone, shoved it into her purse, and left the food court. Three hours of waiting had gotten her nothing of value but a smoothie and a small fry. If there were women to be found, it wouldn’t be in there.
The mall was unusually crowded for mid-October, though Michelle hadn’t had a chance to visit in recent years. While the men and women of the surrounding cities were as attractive as anywhere else, nothing piqued Michelle’s interest. Now that she had seen the quality of lots at the convention, she knew what it would require to be profitable.
There were many groups of high school students, but few were pretty and most were clearly too young. Though the bondage community was filled with violent and sadistic fiends, she had learned that even they had no tolerance for child abuse.
A few young couples sparked Michelle’s lust, but there was nothing to hint they would be worth more than parts. Same for the groups of mature women—nice eye candy, great bodies, but nothing worth taking by force. Michelle continued through the mall, her eyes scanning each and every passerby.
It was nice, relaxing day, alone from the continual presence of her friends or slaves. However, her moments of peace came to an end just as she crossed the entrance to Victoria’s Secret. Exiting the store just as Michelle walked by was the nameless short blond woman that had kidnapped and sold her math teacher, Mr. Smith. Michelle recognized the sly bitch immediately and jerked her head away, not wanting to make eye contact, but even from the corner of her eye she felt the woman’s cold stare. She kept walking until she reached the anchor store and when she turned to look, the woman was nowhere to be seen.
Something about the little blond woman chilled Michelle’s blood. Though they shared a similar love for power and domination, their brief interaction at the convention had chilled Michelle in an unfamiliar way.
Certain the woman was gone, Michelle took a seat on a bench and began once again scanning the crowd for potential assets. The demographics skewed older and wealthier than at the food court, the anchor store undoubtedly serving as a target for more mature tastes. However, the true honey pot was the bridal store. Michelle’s seat offered a great view of a dressing area near the middle of the store. Though the first few patrons were nothing spectacular, the fourth appointment drew Michelle’s attention like the shine of a gold ingot.
They appeared to be identical twins, both flawless beauties with smooth white skin, light freckles, and shiny black hair that curled just below the chins. She estimated them to be roughly the same age as herself, though they were fundamentally different; the thought of marriage, or the emotions that could ever lead to a blissful union, were completely foreign to her. However, her unfamiliarity with love did not hinder her ability to appreciate idea of two young women both finding love before so early in life.
Their mother stood between them, straightening skirts and hems as the twins tried on many dresses. She looked much like her daughters, though about twenty years older. Together, they looked like a picturesque and happy family, a mother planning the weddings of her two grown children.
Michelle stood and entered the bridal shop.
“Hi, I’d like to make an appointment.”
The clerk asked in a snippy tone, “You a bridesmaid?”
“Maid of honor.”
“Let me see.” He pulled up a menu on the computer and began scrolling through the schedule.
While the clerk was preoccupied, Michelle drew closer to the sisters. The associate that was helping brought in two dresses. He handed them to the mother and said, “Here you go, Miss Michaels,” completely unaware that his simple identification had sealed the fate of the family. She pulled out her notebook and wrote “Michaels” in the middle of the page; it would be enough to discern their full names and addresses.
“We have a…” started the associate at the front desk, but Michelle just waved him off, apologizing for the confusion.
Her job for the day was accomplished. Now, it was time to enjoy herself. It was time to shop.
It had been years since she experienced the simple pleasure of a shopping spree. No longer inhibited by her parent’s paltry allowance, she could buy whatever she well pleased, though she kept it limited to only several bags full.
Throughout her errands, she saw not a trace of the short blond woman.
Two smoothies and three hours later, Michelle was ready to burst. It was after dark, and foot traffic at the mall was beginning to wane. She rushed into the deserted bathroom and headed for the furthest stall. Michelle opened the door to enter, but was pushed in from behind. “Wha…” she began to yell before a hand clamped over her mouth. She turned and her eyes met the cold stare of her rival.
“Hello, Michelle von Houten. Remember me?”
Michelle tried to shake her mouth free, but the woman had a surprisingly strong grip.
“Silence, Michelle,” she whispered. “Wouldn’t want any of the other guests knowing what we’re doing in here. We’d both be pressed with public obscenity charges.” She pulled her hand away, allowing Michelle to speak.
“How did you know my name?”
“Once I learned you were on of Brian’s students, all it took was a glimpse through the yearbook. Michelle von Houten, only child, heir to a sizeable fortune and complete recluse. There was a story about you in the school newspaper last year. Wasn’t very positive, but the girl that wrote it was a shameless little cunt. I could have taught her a lot about life if she didn’t run away.”
Michelle noted the irony but kept her face emotionless, not wanting to reveal any more information to her stalker. “What do you want?”
The woman placed her index finger to her lips and whispered “Shhhh…” she reached into her purse and pulled out thick, pink dildo, two inches in diameter and covered in tiny, pointed bumps.
“What the…” yelled Michelle, but she silenced herself as the restroom door opened, allowing several pairs of footsteps to enter. The woman was right; speaking out would likely result in obscenity charges for the both of them. Though she thought of screaming out for help, she knew that her hobby had placed her outside of the law’s help. Once they chose to enter the community, they had to stay in it for good, foregoing any right to protection from the law.
The blond woman placed her hand on the back of Michelle’s head and turned her to the wall, then pushed her forward with a quick shove, forcing Michelle to support herself with her hands against the wall.
Michelle took it silently as the woman slid the dildo up her leg, inside her red dress, and straight into her unready and unclothed cunt-- as usual, she wore no panties. She bit her lip as the woman shoved the dildo in and out, deeper and faster as other women came and went inside the bathroom. If anyone suspected the silent rape in the far stall, they did nothing to stop it.
The assault continued, and it took Michelle more and more willpower to keep herself quiet, the feelings straddling the border between pain and pleasure. Finally, as she neared her climax and the bathroom emptied, she let out a long, deep, moan of pleasure.
“Are you okay in there?” asked an elderly sounding voice from a stall on the far end of restroom.
The bathroom was not as empty as Michelle thought it was. She didn’t know how to respond.
“Whatever. I’m too old for this crap,” replied the elderly voice.
A few minutes later, the restroom truly emptied.
She pulled down Michelle’s skirt and grabbed a handful of it, which she used to wipe the blood and juices from her dildo. “Thank you, Miss von Houten. I hope we can do this again sometime.”
Michelle returned a hateful glare.
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Michelle walked through the front door of her home and ignored the calls from the basement. Though there was business to take care of, she had to know one thing, and one thing only.
She sat at her computer, logged online, and searched for the homepage of Serenity Falls High School. A quick browse at the faculty pages revealed precisely what she needed.
Gertrude Reynolds
Age 24
Chair of the Math Department
Advisor for the Math Club
And, as Michelle now knew, an evil, sadistic, cunt. A true and worthy rival for The Queen of Sorrow’s Falls.
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