*** Thirteen years earlier ***
Jaspierre had long hair, past her waist. She curled her brown locks in a professional look, and then tied it up in two buns. Her hair was her favorite thing to mess with. She had learned and practiced curling and brushing it in so many different ways. Being fourteen was fantastic. She wore nice clothes, sure. But generally, she hired a stylist to find them. Her new clothes showed up every few months, with her wardrobe refreshed and delightful. She was wearing a soft, yellow buttoned shirt, and a short blue skirt with sweet pink flowers.
Her favorite, was tossing her hair up in the perky, playful floppy buns. She looked so bright and cheery and sweet, but also not quite as childish as pigtails. No need to look childish anymore. She was fourteen; the world was hers. She was rich, and for the first time in a long while she was a little bit happy.
Last week had been downright excellent. Chance had been out of school for the whole week; he was on vacation. He was always harassing her. She even had time to try to make new friends. Usually he interfered with everything. He was all right; he was her only real friend, but he was so possessive.
She left her massive house and climbed on her bike and rode to school. Zone out and fly down the road. The ride was kind of long, now that she was in high school. But eight miles wasn’t bad once you did it twice a day. She even had slimmed down a little. Her sweet little body had blossomed breasts. This was an unfortunate thing for her to have. They seemed uncomfortable, unruly, and over-sized already.
She zoomed along pleasantly and coasted the last little downhill area and parked her bike in the rack. She finished locking it up, turned, and her face fell. There he stood. He was like an annoying little brother who couldn’t seem to let up. “Miss me?” he said as he stared at her breasts.
“No. I wish you were still gone.” Jaspierre stuck her tongue out at him.
He winked at her, and she blushed a little. She waved at one of the girls she had talked to last week. “Hey, who are you waving at? What? Am I not good enough for you anymore?”
“You were never good enough for me to begin with.” She playfully stuck out her finger and tapped it on his nose. He tried to bite it.
She laughed and they went inside. They hassled each other class to class. He pulled her chair out from under her, and she stole his pencils. He maneuvered himself so Jaspierre would sit by him, always between her and any other students if he could manage it. He liked her. And he didn’t like to share.
It was lunchtime. He had been waiting for this all day. He had been gone a whole week. That entire time he only thought about one thing.
Jaspierre.
And now, it was lunchtime. The best time of the day. He grabbed her hand and told her to come along. She tried to say goodbye to the girl she was talking to, but he dragged her out in the middle of her sentence.
“I wish you would stop. It’s not a big deal if I have other friends, you know.”
“Oh, I don’t care if you have other friends. Come see what I got.”
“I think you do care. I think you’re jealous. You’re always jealous.”
“Jasp, I’m not jealous. Come on!” He dragged her along faster and soon they had walked a few blocks to his house. She didn’t normally come to his house. In fact, she had only been there a few times for dinner. He had never been to hers.
“What do you want to show me? Something from vacation or whatever?”
“Yeah, it’s back here in my room.” They walked into the house. It wasn’t small, but it seemed absurdly tiny to Jaspierre, having grown up in a mansion.
They stepped into his tiny room. Jaspierre had never been back here before. The walls were all covered with black paper. His bed was made and his dresser was tidy. “What do you want to show me?” She felt nervous.
“Sit down.” He led her to his bed and she sat down.
“How long is this gonna take? I don’t wanna be late for class…”
“Heh, don’t be silly Jaspierre.” Chance picked up a small box from behind a little chair. “This is what I got for you.”
She opened the small box and inside was a little golden necklace with a small heart charm that said “Mine Forever.” Jaspierre stared at it with a little bit of childish excitement. This was the first time a boy had ever given her anything special. It was a moment she would remember forever.
Chance took it from her hands and chained it around her neck. He ran his hands down her shoulders, and touched her hair. She felt fluttery and confused. He got up and locked his bedroom door, but she didn’t notice as she admired the little golden heart.
“Thank you. That was so sweet of you.” She stood, and his face fell.
“No no no, wait. I… Jaspierre, I… I want.” His words faltered. “You know I like you. I love you even.” She looked nervous and he continued. “I do. I love you. You’re my first love. I… I just got you something nice. And I wanted you to… let… to…” He stuttered. “I want to see your boobs.”
She was kind of confused. They were embarrassing. “I … no. No, I mean, I like the necklace. It is so beautiful. But I don’t want to show you my boobs… They are hideous.”
He trembled and stared at them again through her shirt. “Let me see them.” She sat there and turned red. She didn’t take off her shirt.
“Let. Me. See.” He balled up his fist in an angry, tight clench.
“I don’t like this.” Jaspierre stood up and tried to go, and Chance smashed his fist into her face. She fell back onto the bed, both startled and horrified. Mother. Just like Mother. He is just like Mother. She needed to get out of there, but before she could regroup, he was on top of her.
“I spent a whole year saving up for that necklace.” His hot, angry breath pressed into her ear as his hands fumbled at her shirt. “You owe me. When I do nice things for you, I expect you to repay me!” He tore the buttons from her shirt he pulled it so hard.
She let out a tiny yelp. Then she steeled herself. As soon as he saw them he would stop. She told herself this would be over soon. Like when Mother wore herself out punching and kicking, it would be over.
She couldn’t have been more wrong.
His hormonal teenage body screamed for more the second he saw them. Sucked them, bit them, and gripped them with his hands. He slapped one and watched them dance. He tore off his own shirt, his chubby boy body pressing skin against hers.
She froze, scared. She yelped when he slapped them. It was like he was lost in another world. He hadn’t looked at her since he had ripped her shirt open. Just them. He stared at them. They were even worse then she imagined. They turned him into a monster. He lifted up her skirt and tried to pull down her panties.
“No! Stop it. Stop it! You already saw my boobs. That’s enough! Let me go!” Her body squirmed and she tried to stop him from taking them, but he was much stronger than her. Chance pulled on the little chain necklace and she choked. She tried to pull it, both of her hands struggling to release it off her neck and he punched her face again.
Dazed, she fell back onto the bed. He slapped her breasts again and giggled. He pulled off her panties and she stopped fighting. He was so scary looking. Then he took off his pants. His body was strange and foreign. She had never seen a penis before. Her heart was pounding and she was absolutely terrified.
“Touch it.” He took her hand and pressed his erection into it. She touched it timidly and he made a groaning moan. “Fuck. I can’t wait for all this.”
He pressed her legs apart with his knees and he pushed hard into her. It hurt. She let out a cry. It hurt so much. She had never felt pain like this. It ran up her body and made her shudder.
He heard her scream and his hands gripped her hair like handlebars. He humped into her harder, pulsing. After he finished he laid on top of her. He kissed her neck. “I can’t wait until we do it again. I’m so glad you showed them to me.”
She made a horrible noise. Again? Why would they do that again? “I have to go.” She left her panties and tried to hold her shirt shut a
s she walked to the door. Fumbling to open it, she had to release her shirt and her breasts hung freely. She unlocked the door and ran. Her strong legs carried her all the way home. Her bike was left at school.
“Mine Forever” was still imprinted against her neck when she got home and looked in the mirror. Panic and horror set in, and she grabbed a pair of scissors. She lifted them above her heart, ready to plunge it into her soft breast. But she froze. Mother would have slapped her for stopping. She stared at herself in the mirror and angrily scissored through her brown pigtail bun. Then she cut off the other one. She hacked away in big chunks what was left of her hair while she sobbed. One of the maids was cleaning and heard Jaspierre.
“Honey, aren’t you supposed to be at…” A gasp of horror ended her sentence. She stared at the girl in her torn shirt and ruined hair. Jaspierre started to shut the door. “Wait… wait. Let me help you.”
She cut off all of Jaspierre’s hair, as short as it would go, while Jasp sat and sobbed. The maid helped her ice her blackened eye, and change her ruined shirt. “Don’t tell anyone. Don’t you tell a soul,” Jaspierre whispered with angry hate through her burning tears.
“Well, okay, but everyone is going to know this isn’t a proper haircut.”
Jaspierre sat quietly in her clean clothes.
“Burn those.” She pointed at the clothes. “And… get me a wig. I don’t want anyone to know I have cut my hair… and tell everyone I have the flu. I am not coming out of my room for a few days.”
The maid did so. Never once did she even ask what happened.
Jasp curled up on her bed, miserable and sad. Her crotch hurt. Mindlessly, she fiddled with the necklace on her neck before she remembered what it was.
Chapter 22
“Well, I think I should man the machine gun, and you can take the handgun and the rocket launcher.” Lucas strapped the machine gun to his chest. His face was still swollen, but she hadn’t blackened his eye thankfully.
“But… you… you can’t come. I’d never forgive myself if you got injured. I know we have a kind of fucked up relationship, but you are the only real relationship I have ever had. You’re it for me. You are the only person who could ever love me.” Jaspierre wrapped herself around the man and slid the machine gun off his shoulder. “I can’t risk it.”
Lucas ran his hands around her face, kissing her. “I love you Jaspierre. And I am sorry, but you need my help. I’m coming with.” He pulled the machine gun back on.
She slid her hands down his body and kissed him back harder. “Since when have you ever been the boss?” She pressed her body up close, her heart beating faster.
“Jasp.” He stared into her eyes and held her face. “Trust me, and let me come with you. Let me help keep you safe. Please.” Jaspierre pressed her body invitingly against his.
“We don’t have to go quite yet…”
He kissed her. “Are you gonna try to get me upstairs so you can drug me? Baby, you know I want you. I always want you. You are so damn fine. But let’s go learn how to shoot these guns, and go catch Russell.”
Jaspierre pouted. He did know all her tricks already, didn’t he? She was, of course, going to ride him like a pony before she drugged him… It didn’t matter, she guessed. “Fine, I won’t drug you. This is getting ridiculous though. You are so much harder to boss around now that I let you out.”
He grinned and winked at her. “But it’s a hell of a lot more fun this way, isn’t it?”
She did have to admit it was a hell of a lot of fun.
They went out and shot several rounds into a bush for target practice. They figured out how the safety on each gun worked, and how to load them. The rocket launcher was surprisingly the easiest one to load, although they didn’t practice shooting it. Once they had figured it out, they loaded up the car. Jaspierre set the license plate to spin one letter or number every five minutes.
“How on earth did you get that kind of thing?”
Jasp laughed. “Well, I like to build things. Especially things to avoid detection. Once I realized I had plenty of wigs and I.D cards and what not, I collected more things, in case I ever need to hide, or… whatever. I mean, I know murder and locking people up is a little bit illegal.”
Lucas said, “What?”
“Yeah,” she continued, “You know, like speeding; everyone does it, but you gotta be careful not to get caught. That kind of thing.”
Lucas stared at her. There was a long pause before he could think of a reply. “I don’t think murder is as common as you think it is. Are you ready to go get dressed?”
Jaspierre nodded. “You go make us protein smoothies. I have a feeling we will need all the energy we can get. I’ll go get clothes.”
She walked up the stairs and into her closet. She changed into tight jeans and a snug blue tank top. She didn’t bother with a bra. When fighting Chance, they were an excellent weapon swinging about. She realized how much easier all of this would be with a holster.
She also looked at Lucas’s scrubs and realized they were a terrible idea to fight in, plus he would need real shoes.
Lucas came up with the smoothies. “Strawberry? Or blueberry?”
“Strawberry definitely.” She took a sip. “Okay, we have got to go shopping. You need shoes and pants and well, clothes. And I am gonna get holsters.”
She slipped on black, flippy, short hair with bright green tips. “What color do you want?” She pointed at the shelf of short wigs. He cringed. She rolled her eyes.
“Look, you need to be memorable. Without the wig, they won’t recognize you. Easy to change who you are.” She pulled an orange and black wig down; it was striped almost like a tiger. She tucked his blond hair into it, and then cut the hair to look more boyish and spiked it up.
Lucas looked cool, he supposed, but also, nothing like himself.
Jaspierre put dark eyeliner on them both and threw makeup remover wipes into a bag. She gave Lucas a second pair of socks. “I don’t know what shoes will work, but we are gonna have to make do. You are gonna have to be able to run.”
Lucas nodded and they finished packing up the car and went into town. They first stopped at a small leather-working shop. They did custom leather pants and holsters and saddles, and anything else. Jaspierre got a hip holster strapped across her waist and around her thigh. The hip holster came with three long knives. She preferred swords, but today, she carried a gun. She found an ornate leather piece. This one fit almost like a vest in the back, and the front clipped above and below her breasts. This was an ornate piece designed for costume play. It held rounds on the right side and a gun on the left. Her breasts were pushed and lifted in such a way that they were hard to avoid staring at.
She walked over to the salesman. “Okay, I want this. I need it modified to hold my guns. Can you have it done in an hour?” He stuttered and stared at her breasts. She snapped her fingers at him. “Can you?”
He nodded. “Lucas, did you find something?” He stood there in his white scrub top and a pair of loose-fitted leather pants. They also looked kind of costume-oriented. They had lots of cargo pockets, and fit tight in the ass, but loose everywhere else. The pockets were all detailed with fancy scrollwork. “Do they fit okay?”
He nodded, and the pants and the holsters were purchased. Lucas didn’t need a strap for his machine gun since it already had one.
They left the shop so Jaspierre’s holster could be adjusted to fit her gun. As they were leaving, Lucas heard the man behind the counter whispering to someone, “She spent ten grand and didn’t even blink.”
She picked up a t-shirt for him at a random stand they walked past. The shirt was black and said, “Catch me if you can.” She turned to him in the street and slid her hands up his sides pulling the scrubs off of him playfully. He felt shy with his naked skin in the street, but her lips pressed against his and he couldn’t find a reason to care. She pulled it on him, her body pressed up against his. Her hands ran across his back and down his sides and then she pu
lled it into place. He looked delicious in his leather pants and snug t-shirt.
“Hot damn, you two need a room.” Jaspierre flipped off the man and they walked into the custom shoe store.
“He needs custom shoes. He’s missing a bunch of toes.” Jaspierre said it as though it was the most normal thing in the world. “We need them done in a half hour.”
“Okay,” he said.
He stripped Lucas’s sock and the misfit sandals he was attempting to wear. “What happened to your toes?” This was clearly not a birth defect. The pinky toes and the big toes remained, and between them were obvious scars.
“Cat bite,” Lucas said so calm and cool. Jaspierre burst out laughing. He winked at her, and she sat with him and held his hand. The shoemaker might have giggled if he had not been so busy figuring out a plan on how to make these shoes so fast. All in all, it took him forty-five minutes, which she spent snuggling with Lucas. She tipped the man an extra five thousand dollars. Lucas walked up and down in the shoes and he grinned. “Not too bad.”
They walked past the t-shirt stand and Lucas playfully squeezed Jaspierre’s round delicious bottom. “Didn’t I tell you two to get a room?” The salesman hooted and hollered at them.
Jaspierre spun around, grabbing Lucas’s hands and running them up her body and onto her breasts. Then she flipped off the salesman with both hands, still on top of Lucas’s hands. The salesman cheered and whistled and laughed.
Lucas kissed her behind her ear. “I love you, Jasp.” She looked up at him and winked and they walked to the leather store. She put on her hip holster with the three long knives. It was black and contrasted nicely with her jeans. The shoulder holster fit her guns, and the odd barrel ammo packs perfectly. Her breasts were impossible to avoid staring at now. And that was the point.
Lucas stared at her. “Damn, girl. I kinda don’t want you to go out like that.”
She looked at him. “I think it’s going to give me an advantage or I wouldn’t do it.”
They walked to the car. “Dammit Jasp, I just, I…” He pressed her back into the car and kissed her. He ran his face down her body, kissing at her nipples poking out from under the thin shirt. His hands held her hips with a firm grip, and he kissed her on the lips again, then pressed his face into her ear. “Mmm. You. You are something special.” He squeezed her hips with his firm hands and pressed his bulging leather against her.
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