Turtle Dove: A Lesbian Romance

by Marian Stack

  With the brightness of the cabin Grace no longer had the advantage and had to resort to devising a complete lie in about thirty seconds. “Th…th…thank-you for opening the door.” She stuttered out, as her mind went into full overdrive to think of a convincing lie.

  “Think nothing of it. Respect towards fellow hikers and travelers is what this mountain is all about.” Turtle offered with respect.

  However Blair was not so convinced that this was a normal hiker, so she decided to probe a little. “I’m amazed that you found this cabin in the darkness. Hikers rarely move about this late, is that not so, Miss Dove? I’m sorry we didn’t get your name. But then we really didn’t introduce ourselves to you. Again my apologies, my name is Miss Blair Foster a practising lawyer and entrepreneur, and this young lady is Miss Turtle Dove owner and operator of Dove’s White Water Rafting Adventures. We have been on a wild and wonderful adventure and now we are waiting for my helicopter to fly in in a few hours to transport us back to the town of…” Blair turned and gave Turtle a look of ‘play along.’ “Miss Dove what is the name of closest town again?”

  A few anxious seconds ticked by as Blair waited to see if her smart girlfriend was ready to ‘play along’.

  “Yes Miss Foster, sorry I was actually thinking of how we could feed our newly arrived guest. But sadly we have nothing. It’s lucky that your air transportation will arrive in a few hours.” Then turning towards their guest,” funny story, would you like to hear. Oh… yes… but first I guess you want the name of the town, sorry again I’m a bit of a scatter brain sometimes. It’s called Carterville. Anyway the reason we no longer have any food is that we got caught in a bit of a landslide and lost almost everything. But we are very happy that we are both unharmed. So that’s our story.” And then the room fell into complete silence again.

  The sound of the silence seem to go on for so long that Blair suddenly felt an uneasy chill run down her spine. Without awareness she stood and moved her log style seat as close to Turtle’s as physically possible. The purpose behind the sudden and odd placement of the chair was that Blair began to notice their guest clothing as Grace’s jumpsuit began its’ drying process thanks in part to the heat in the cabin and the roaring fire in the place.

  Blair’s profession allowed her access to all levels of the court and correctional legal divisions, allowing her to recognize an inmate jumpsuit with accuracy. As she began to stare in silence at their unwelcomed guest her mind went into overdrive. She could feel her body begin to stiffen as she knew what she was looking at but she also knew that Turtle didn’t have a clue of the potential danger.

  As she sat in silence staring into the flames of the fire she thought that if she started talking about nothing in particular, maybe she could get a message to Turtle that this person was quite possibly dangerous. And so she began to think about what to talk about and quickly decided that she would talk about what she knew best which was her life, but would talk as if it was her best friend’s life and how she just wanted to help. But before she could start her distracting story, she noticed that the stranger, they believed, from the beginning that this person was a male due to size and general appearance, not to mention the hood that completely covered the strangers hair and facial features was now pointing towards a female traveler and quite possibly injured considering the painful look on her face every time she would readjust her backside on the uncomfortable wooded seats.

  “Excuse me…Miss, are you injured?” Blair inadvertently let her guard down as she now believed that the odds are in their favour.

  “Yes”, Grace had kept her head down this entire time, and now was going to use this tactic to her advantage. “I didn’t want to appear weak.” Grace cried out with pretend tearful cries.

  “Oh my” Turtle whispered as she knelt next to Grace with offering helping hands attempting to apply medical aide.

  Grace moved her body as if she was a little girl begging for help, “yes please if you could just help me out with whatever you have. My back is very sore and may have a cut on it.” She slightly moved her body again, indicating the area of her laceration. “My friend and I were out hiking for the day and got caught up in a mudslide as well and now I’m afraid she has gone missing and I tried to help but the mountain and the rain...” Unable to end her story with any ring of truth, her prison knowledge told her to begin fake crying, which would divert any questions about her story or her clothing, into a more sympathetic direction.

  Grace had read the room perfectly because once Turtle completed her visual inspection of the wound she immediately sprang into action. She quickly moved to begin her search into her backpack, and at the same time ordered Blair to gather some additional warm water and to begin to prepare the wound for the healing glue.

  “What the fuck is that?” Grace mistakenly dropped her innocent act as Turtle manoeuvred around her seated body to begin the process of cleaning the laceration.

  “Don’t be afraid, this is just warm water with a little bit of salt, that I had found earlier here in one of the two cupboards. This is an old hunter’s cabin that has been a safety shelter for many hunters, travellers and lost hikers such as you and us of course.” She added the extra information to keep the noticeable rising tension somewhat controlled as she had noticed that Blair was pacing the cabins tiny floor space at a restless walk adding more tension to the situation.

  “Miss Foster would you give me a hand with this wound, as I will need another pair of hands to secure the cut as I squeeze the glue over the laceration.” Turtle’s eyes indicated to Blair that she was continuing the game.

  “Well yes of course, Miss Dove, but I have admitted to you that the sight of blood or anything yucky makes me nauseous. But I will do what I can to help this poor woman.” She softly spoke as she walked around the back of Grace to stand beside Turtle and to continue her well played empathetic act.

  She had placed her hand on Grace’s shoulder, “Oh my,” she blurted out as she saw for the first time the condition of the wound, but then rapidly regained her composure, “Miss…I’m sorry we didn’t get your name?” Blair’s’ question again was filled with empathy but her eyes pointed to the wound indicating to Turtle that the severity and the clear indication that it was not fresh, enhancing the need to remain covert until they could fully understand the reasoning for this strange woman to be lost in the wilderness and under such conditions.

  “Angel, yes my name is Angel, and I feel happy that you were here to help me. I hope one day I will be able to repay you for this.” Grace’s spoken words were notable uneducated sounding and empty, as if they were rehearsed.

  “No thanks necessary, but once I have administered the glue to your cut you will have to remain quiet for the glue to dry and to allow the sealing agent to hold.” Turtle was the first to respond, hoping that her voice sounded sincere yet shielding her worry.

  Blair on the other hand remained silent as she was attempting to conjure up some kind of reasoning for this woman’s strange behaviour, and hopeful quick departure.

  Attempting to keep the conversation going Turtle asked if there was anything else she could do now that the wound was cleaned and glued. “Angel, can I offer you some more hot water to soothe your tired body.”

  “That would be nice. And can I ask one more thing from you?” And then Grace began her game. “No… I have no right to ask any more from you.” Grace lowered her head offering a submissive posture.

  Turtle again was the first to respond, which is exactly what Grace was hoping for.

  “Don’t be silly, if I can help, all you need to do is ask…so what do you need?”

  After a long pause, “Well I did come with a bag of stuff but left it outside for protection. I was scared of who would be in here and didn’t want to lose my only bag of survival stuff.”

  Not allowing Grace to finish her want, Turtle was at the door with her hand on the door knob, “Let me get your belongings, point me in the direction and I will get them for you, again we do
not want the sealant to open that nasty wound on your back. I’m not sure we have enough glue to close it again.” Standing on the porch with the door open, “Which way?” she questioned, and then stepping off the porch, “boy it’s dark out here.” She announced as she began to walk in the direction of the presumed hidden bag.

  As Turtle searched for the bag outside in the dark, Blair sat in silence staring into the fireplace attempting to understand the full gravity of the situation that they were in and how far this charade was to be played out before they would ask Grace to leave but then she knew that Turtle would never kick a stranger out from a cabin everyone has access to, not to mention the simple fact that Grace was injured.

  And with these thoughts flying around in her head, just to release some of the pent-up tension, she rapidly leaned over in a sitting position and allowed her full head of shoulder length hair to cascade over her face and then with equal grace she ran her fingers through her hair as she sat straight up offering Grace’s distorted imagination the full beauty of her flat stomach her ample breasts and her natural God given beauty.

  As for Grace, she too stared into fireplace with her mind locked in contemplation of how she was going to get the woman outside to disappear so she could have her way with this beautiful creature next to her, who she believed had not stopped flirting with her from the moment she entered the cabin.

  Her mind went into overdrive as she could hardly control her malformed thoughts as to what she was going to do to this woman and how far she would take the sexual torture.

  After about ten to fifteen minutes of looking for the hidden bag, Turtle yelled out to the women in the cabin that she couldn’t seem to find anything out here in the dark, and maybe she could use some help, hoping that Blair would come to her rescue so they could talk about what to do next.

  Grace was the first to react to the call for help.

  She rapidly stood and was in the doorway in an instant. “No need for all this fuss. Let me help, it’s my effing bag anyways.” Grace declared and once again letting her actions slip, exposing her prison knowledge. When an opportunity presents itself, react.

  Grace jumped at the chance to find the butch woman in the dark, and take her out.

  Blair spoke in a slow and monotone voice mimicking concern. “No… please… do not go.” Showing her hand as to her desires which included having this strange woman leave and find her own shelter or quite selfishly, just leave the two of them alone so Blair could continue to enjoy the pleasures of this incredible woman she most defiantly had fallen in love with.

  And as she waited in the cabin with the door closed, she intently listened for approaching voices, however she heard nothing. No voices, no noise that either of the two women was on their way back into the cabin. It was so freakishly quiet that it literally brought Blair, in an inch by inch manner to her feet, leaving her to stand alone in the middle of the cabin, starting at the closed door with the worst deep gut feeling of dread she had ever experienced.

  Then suddenly the cabin door flew open, and without just cause Blair took a timid step backwards as only Grace stood in the frame of the doorway, with a single piece of wood in her hand, with no purposed survival bag of items to be found.

  As she stood in the doorway without speaking Blair’s nervous system felt as if someone had set it on fire. She tried to look around the large looming figure in the doorway to see if she could spot her much smaller girlfriend standing in the shadows but sadly she couldn’t see anything.

  “Where the fuck is Turtle?” Blair’s query demanded an immediate answer.

  “Who or what the fuck is a turtle?” Grace laughed out her response, as she remained standing in the door threshold with the log of wood now being gently slapped onto the palm of the other hand.

  “Miss Dove, where is Miss Dove?” Blair screamed out as she attempted to exit the cabin by pushing past the immovable body that took up the entire space of the doors entrance.

  But then to her absolute horror she instantly felt her hair on the back of her head being grabbed and violently yanked and then with equal strength and violence she was being dragged backwards back into the cabin, by the back of her hair.

  Blair screamed out in pain and terror after she landed on the cabin floor in a half lay and half sitting up position, “What the fuck are you doing and where is Turtle? Turtle help!” She screamed out again.

  Then with unforeseen speed Grace was standing over Blair’s shaking body with her shirt collar being twisted closed so tightly that Blair’s air supply was rapidly being cut off to the point that she believed she was going to pass out. But then and to her alarm Grace released the tight grip allowing her to inhale so deeply that she began to cough and spit out choking sounds.

  Then with her body remaining in the attack position which hovered over Blair’s crumbled shaking body Grace held up the log of wood and violently stated, “Your little girl-friend is more than likely dead or near death due to my little friend here. I hit her head so hard that I’m sure she will never see the light of day or your sweet cunt again. That’s right.” She held up the log in a threatening manner as if she was to use it again and screamed out. “I saw you too fucking and licking each other. You tried to play some kind of game with me but guess what my pretty, I also know how to play games and fuck little things like you.” And then before Blair had a chance to rebut, Grace swung the log just as Blair protected her head. The pain to her right shoulder was instant and violently clear. Grace was in charge and Blair was in serious trouble with no help in sight.

  And then with equal violence Blair’s hands reached for the top of her head trying to release the hand filled death grip of hair that Grace had grab and twisted with extra intentions, tugging and pulling so hard that Blair’s body spun around in a circle on the floor as she felt her body begin dragged across the cabin floor towards the bed.

  Then suddenly she felt the pulling of her hair and body had stopped, however she could not seem to stop her entire body from trembling, to the point that her mind stopped all processing until she smelt the bad odor of rotten teeth and breath, and only then did she realize that she was being ordered to get onto the bed.

  “Get up on that bed.” Grace’s demonic words sent a shock wave through Blair’s body.

  “Fuck You.” Blair’s personality screamed back as her response contained a remarkable amount of courage, given her situation.

  “Well…well this little kitten has claws.” Grace shoved the log under Blair’s chin that pushed her head upright. “Scream all you want, fight all you want, and by the way both those things gets my juices flowing. And by the way…you will not be my first innocent fuck, but you will be my first pretty one. So trust me when I say I will enjoy this much more than you will.” And with the threating words lingering in the air she turned from Blair’s shock and trembling body and walked away.

  Shocked but relieved that the crazed woman had removed her screaming mouth away from Blair’s face as she always had a low gag reflex for those with uncomfortable breath, and after shaking her head slightly but violently in an attempt to remove the smell from her nostrils, she placed all her concentration on keeping the crazed woman as far away from her as possible giving her more time to think and pray that her sweet Turtle was alive out in the dark and would come to her rescue.

  As Blair attempted to calm her terror she remained on the floor as she didn’t want this person telling her what to do especially after the rage of violence she just experienced, but what she didn’t realize was that the terror had not stopped but was just in the beginning stages, as she was unaware of why her captor had suddenly walked away from her, which was to gather the rope she had noticed just to the inside of the door.

  Blair watched in horror as her captor picked up the rope and then using the hunter’s knife that she had very purposely and deliberately removed from its wooden sleeve attached to the side of the table top, then dragged the tip of the knife across the wooden table offering a taste of the evil that w
as to come.

  And then with very deliberate actions Grace held out her left arm at full length and then measuring the rope from chin to hand cut the rope with precision, thanks in part to the surgical sharpness of the edge and then proceeded to cut the remaining rope into four equal lengths as she slowly walked over to the foot of the bed.

  Blair frantically looked around the cabin for a possible escape route but nothing was noticeable and running passed this dangerous strong woman was most defiantly not an option. Her mind was screaming ‘run’ but her intelligence told her to wait and survive. And then as she was having the hardest silent conversation of her life she suddenly felt a strong kick to her leg from the woman’s boot and the screaming of, “I told you to get on that fucking bed and get naked. Now do what you are told to do you stupid cunt.”

  Trying to remain strong and to keep the fighting instinct alive she did as she was told and unevenly stood with the help of the wooden bed railings and climbed onto the bed. Her mind immediately went straight towards her last moments on this bed with her beautiful woman in a love coil… to this nightmare.

  As she momentarily lost her way she was instantly tossed back into her very vivid nightmare as her shock rapidly returned to her as she suddenly felt something being tossed onto her body and then much to her horror she noticed that the objects were the cut pieces of rope. In stunned silence she looked up at her captor and noticed that she was screaming at her but for some reason she was unable to comprehend what was being said. And then suddenly she felt an enormous pain on her face, nose and a ringing in her ear.

  “You stupid fuck, I told you to get naked and to tie your hands and feet to the posters of this bed. Are you deaf or just stupid?” Grace concluded her assessment with another punch/slap across Blair’s head.