by Koby E Hill
“So I’m assuming it was you who undressed me?”
“Yes.” The woman husked out. She pulled a stool out from beneath the sink counter and sat down in a sway of movement. She crossed her legs politely, then sat up straight. She stared intently at Alice, who was scrutinizing her every movement. Alice knew that she knew this, so the staring contest continued.
Alice shook her head when another rush of dizziness almost took over her. “That’s not a very nice thing to do to someone you just met. At least take me out to dinner first.”
The woman smiled. She had thin lips that were vaguely outlined by a muted pink tone of lipstick, while the rest of her makeup reflected this subtle effort to amplify her lips. The woman was already good looking; the aqua hue of her eyes stood out like coal in snow in the fluorescence of the room. The odd sharpness of her features interested Alice, and instead of warning her of impending doom, drew her in deeper.
“Ahh, yes. Humor. The lowest hanging fruit of the impenetrable. Tell, when do you think you first started using humor to deflect feeling pain—was it before or after your injury?” The woman leaned forward slightly, running a hand down her own leg and resting it at her ankle. She was wearing tights beneath her black pencil skirt, and they looked long from the position Alice was sitting in.
Alice laughed, moving the water around slightly as she tremored. “Well, I don’t think you really need to ask that, since you already know about my injury, right?”
“Yes, but you more than anyone know that there is a stark difference between the stories we tell ourselves and the stories we tell aloud. I’ve already read your mind, but I’d like to hear you tell it yourself.”
Alice lifted an arm to hold a hand over her left eye. Her hand, like her legs, felt like there were weights tied to the ends of them. “And what will I get in return for the telling of this revealing narrative?”
“Perhaps your life. Or the life of your team.”
Alice felt a shudder of panic. She was feeling immensely weak, and there seemed to be something inside her mind that was blocking her from projecting outside of this room. She wanted to see if Tobias, Emmett and Craig had made it out the van alive, and possibly try to send out a message to them that she was most alright too. Fear and panic weren’t feelings Alice was accustomed to. She also wasn’t used to feeling the power of another psy so tangibly, so intensely, and so restricting. But Alice also had the feeling that the woman wanted her to feel her power—to feel bewildered about being in the presence of a person who was her equal.
Or worse.
The woman moved her finger upward. “Let me see your leg.”
Alice frowned. “My leg?”
She smiled again. “Let’s not play games anymore, shall we? It will save us a lot of time.”
Alice felt her left leg being lifted out of the tub and onto the side with quick force. Water splashed outside of the tub, and some of Alice’s upper body had been re-submerged into the water.
The woman touched the tips of Alice’s toes, and curved her head to access the damage. It looked like something hard and tight had been wrapped around it, and embedded an uncomfortable pattern onto her skin. She felt some form of numbness releasing from it, and a blood flow constriction that would only exist if something was actually tied around her foot. The woman’s eyes were wide with fascination. She placed her fingertips over it, running it over the indents, breathing in sharply as she moved up and down gently.
She tsk-ed fast and shook her head. “I am indeed very sorry about this, though. This is the first time this manifestation has ever left a mark like this on anyone. I’m just as surprised as you are.”
“I don’t think ‘surprised’ would be the word I’d use.” The woman’s touch was soft, and intentional. Alice stared at her as she moved all ten of her fingers over the imprints on her skin, as if she was trying to memorize both the appearance and sensation of it. Alice opened her mouth to speak, but felt a similar sensation of pressure that she’d felt in the middle of the road.
“I’m sorry about that too. I really didn’t mean to make you bite your tongue. But perhaps, it was for the best. You’re not very good at doing that yourself.”
The woman began unbuttoning the sleeves of her blouse. “It was very difficult, even for someone like me, to get anything clear across to you, without various inferiors getting in my way. Finding you was even slightly straining. So you can take the tongue-biting as a brief moment of losing control, I suppose.” When she’d finished rolling up her sleeves, she dipped both of her hands into the water. The small hands wrapped around Alice’s knee, and she began pressing down hard, moving upward toward her thigh. “Try to take this as my note of apology. And try not to enjoy it too much, because then it won’t count.”
When she arrived at the area where Alice’s thigh met her pelvis, the woman made eye contact with Alice. She raised one of her eyebrows and proceeded to bite her lip. Alice’s heart began palpitating, and she could feel her breasts rising and falling, touching the warmth of the water intermittently. The woman then began pushing her hands down Alice’s leg hard, to the point where Alice was beginning to feel pain. She could feel her veins compressing, and she suddenly had difficulty breathing. By the time the woman arrived at her skin indents, the pain seemed to evaporate, so she could focus on what the woman was attempting to do. She watched the skin that stretched itself over her foot and ankle begin to bubble, like a person who was slowly being burned alive. It began as one singular bubble, and then divided itself up into hundreds, rising up and down and making sounds that resembled searing of meat. Alice wanted to cry out, to move her leg away, but she was magnetized to this woman. The bubbles eventually re-formed into another single bubble, stopped searing, and spread wide over her area of injury. The scar had been replaced by fresh new skin, unharmed, and instantaneously reproduced.
As soon as the woman let go of her leg, Alice shot it backward into the tub. She curled up as far as she could into the corner. She was terrified and cowering the corner of some stranger’s bathtub.
The woman returned to her original position, and continued breathing at a steady pace. Alice couldn’t sense anything about her heart rate, her thoughts, her body temperature, nothing. All she could do was study her expression, like any simple profiler, and attempt at reading her motivations through her eyes.
“What the fuck.” Alice ran her hand over the area where she had seen her torn flesh. It was soft and plainly unremarkable. “What the fuck.”
“Indeed, Alice,” the woman leaned forward, sighing. Alice shook in response. “I wanted to find a way to be alone with you. You took so, so very long to come out of those woods. This was the only way to get to you. Do you believe me?”
“What the fuck are you?”
Alice’s entire body was quivering in fright, and the sensation disturbed her. She felt she was now able to open up her left eye, but the idea of it scared her. What if this woman was able to reverse her abilities—to use them against her? To render both of her eyes useless in a normal human degree? She also still felt weak in the woman’s presence, unable to exude any of her abilities. There was nothing else she felt she could do besides cowering in a bathtub filled with rose petals.
The woman sighed. “Oh Alice. This isn’t what I wanted for us. This wasn’t at all the first impression I had in mind.”
The woman rose from her stool, and began unbuttoning her blouse.
“What are you doing?” Alice muttered from the edge of the tub.
“I want nothing more than to talk with you. I’m going to prove that to you right now.”
She removed her blouse slowly, not taking her eyes off of Alice as she did it. She was wearing a simple skin-colored bra, which held together two very small, but very supple breasts. Her skin looked soft and welcoming. She stopped for a moment to look at Alice, watching her watch her, and then removed her thong, slowly, one foot out, and then the other. She placed it on the stool behind her with her blouse. She then began shimmying
out of the pencil skirt, two fingers hooked into the waistband, brought down to her ankles. She stepped out of it, then stood to the side. Alice couldn’t help allowing her eyes to wander, down past the plump breasts to her vagina, revealing itself as unhindered as this stranger presented her entire self. She reached behind her and unclipped her bra, setting her breasts loose. She dropped the bra down to the floor, and began to step into the tub.
“No, no, no. What are you doing?!” Alice wanted to at least find a way to get out of the tub. She lifted her hands to grip onto the sides, but found herself continuously slipping off of them. Her legs suddenly felt like they were made of strings, and physically incapable of holding her weight. She was panicking, and the sensation was not a fun one to have to learn to adapt to.
Meanwhile, the woman had entirely emerged her lower half into the front half of the tub ahead of her, and was making her way toward Alice. If the moment weren’t so horrifying, and if Alice wasn’t instantly disarmed out of all of her abilities, the movement would have looked alluring, even sexy. The woman may be in her late 40’s, but she aged well—the look of an experienced female shone through her penetrating blue irises. She reached out both hands at Alice, her palms facing upward as a sign of submission.
“I want you to trust me; I want you to understand why this meeting has meant so much to me. I don’t want you to feel this way. Please, come to me.”
Alice was scurrying like a toddler away from a black widow spider. The woman had taken a hold of Alice’s wrists, and for whatever reason, she felt an instinct to close both her eyes. She tried to center herself as the woman guided her body towards her, with a grip that felt far less menacing.
“Oh darling, look at you. I know how to help you relax.” The woman lifted a hand from Alice’s wrist and cupped her face. She caressed her cheek for a moment before moving her thumb up to the middle of her forehead, and then, pressing down just as she had in the middle of the road.
But this time, something even more miraculous happened.
Right there at the edge of the woman’s luxurious tub, Alice was having an orgasm. She gasped as the sensation electrocuted through her core, out through her limbs and trembled on her clitoris. It was unlike any orgasm she’d ever had, in both intensity and duration. It was spreading out from inside of her like a patient starfish, tickling her insides and shooting dopamine like party streamers through her brain. She leaned against the woman’s thumb as the orgasm continued on, causing her muscles to tense and her hips beginning to thrust involuntarily. For about thirty-seconds, Alice experienced the most transcendent orgasm of her life, and had entirely lost her sense of presence and what could have possibly triggered such a supernatural experience. She was breathing hard, while her entire body clenched itself against the sides of the tub.
“Fuck, fuck, oh my fucking God—“
The woman removed her thumb, and then the orgasm began fading, like a melody echoing off into a distance. Alice fell backwards against the tub, splashing water over the sides as she did it. She panted and moaned, a giant pile of an unaware mess. Her sense of time was useless to pinpoint, and she had lost the desire to focus on anything that brought her back into the present for control’s sake. Once she had calmed somewhat, her eyes had opened to see the woman still in the tub ahead of her, biting her lower lip again.
“Who… The fuck… Are you?” Alice spoke breathlessly. The woman came forward again, but this time, Alice was beyond being afraid. She was the most relaxed she can remember ever feeling in her life. She ran her hands up Alice’s arms, making goosebumps rise on her pores.
“I’m going to tell you everything you want to hear. But I want you to believe that I am not here to hurt you. Can you believe that?”
Alice sat up and wrapped her hand around the back of the woman’s neck. She placed her other hand onto her lips, and began running her fingers over them. The woman opened her mouth to welcome her fingers. She licked them lightly, and then began systematically sucking them. Alice pulled them out and pushed her face against the woman. They collided in a profound kiss, increasing in pace furiously. The woman tasted like the lavender she’s placed in the tub—succulent, and calming.
She wrapped her small legs around Alice’s waist, and began running her fingers through Alice’s hair. They both began moaning fervently against each other’s bodies, their breast pushing against one another and stimulating both sets of their nipples. Alice promptly wanted to savor every corner of this woman’s body, so she moved fast from her lips to her ear, and ran several wild kisses down her collarbone, neck, and velvety skin of her breasts. She arrived at her nipples and consumed them like a rabid animal. The woman reacted with the appropriate response as she was sucked, bit, and played with. She rubbed her clit against Alice’s torso with a bold urgency. Alice was moving between each of her nipples to give them the attention they equally deserved. While she did this with her mouth, she moved a hand behind her, feeling the bump of her bum and squeezing it between her fingers. The woman was pushing Alice’s head onto her breast, but lowered her mouth down to Alice’s ear when she felt her hands moving on her bum.
“Stick your finger in my ass please.”
Alice moved her face up in surprise. They kissed again, tongues slapping against one another, soaking and throbbing. They parted, and Alice smiled. “Well, only because you asked so politely.” She moved her face back down to the woman’s breast, and at the same time underwater, moved a single finger toward her anus. She inserted it slowly as any kind of anal play had taught her, but the opening appeared to have already been lubricated enough for her to enter with ease.
“A second finger, please.”
Alice did as she was told and stuck two fingers inside of her. Her ass was tight, but wet and silky. Alice moved her fingers in and out, as the woman leaned back onto them.
“I’m going to cum like this, you know?”
“At this point, nothing would surprise me.” She moved Alice’s fingers out of her so she could rotate around, shooting her ass up into the air so she could have a full view of the erotic masterpiece. She leaned her head against the front of her the tub, and once more, asked Alice politely to shove three of her fingers inside her ass.
Alice did feel some hesitation, but the sight of such a beautiful ass waving itself in her face gave her enough motivation to pull through. Once more, the woman moaned with relief as Alice entered her, and she began thrusting her ass in Alice’s direction. Water waved and splashed onto the women, lapping onto the floor. Neither of them were bothered by the anticipated mess, as the moment of extraordinary rapture was of more importance.
The woman was pushing so hard against Alice’s fingers that she was also sure that there was going to be some blood. Alice raised herself to her knees and began kissing the woman’s back, feeling her wet skin with her mouth until she arrived at her anus. She continued thrusting while she poked her tongue inside the opening of her tight crevasse, and she heard the woman utter a small laugh, after expressing a sexy gasp.
“Alice, you surprise me. I like being surprised.”
Alice continued the multiple methods of stroking until the woman began moaning a deep, gravelly moan. She did not yell or scream, but began breathing in a quickened pace. She could feel her anus tightening, so Alice anticipated that she was building to a crescendo of an orgasm.
“I’m going to squirt.” She whispered between tightly inhaled breaths. Alice continued her thrust and felt heat inside her own vagina begin leaking out.
The woman shot her head backwards, her eyes rolling. She’d stopped breathing entirely, and had frozen the majority of her movement. Her ass shuddered against Alice’s fingers, while a thin liquid shot out of her vagina and onto Alice’s awaiting breasts. More and more came as the woman’s jaw opened, her eyebrows furrowing in a state of absolute bliss. Alice kept up her thrusting, to the point where she felt like her fingers may break inside this woman’s tight asshole. But eventually, the cum stopped, and the woman collapsed forw
ard. She was breathing deeply, and containing her expressing of pleasure incredibly well. She turned over in the tub, and laid on her back, glaring up at the ceiling for a moment. Alice was still sitting on her knees, watching in somewhat of a shock. Her body was still feeling the aftereffects of a crippling orgasm, and then she had observed the tantalizing woman squirt more liquid than she had ever seen come out of a woman’s vagina, onto her chest. The occurrences of her day flooded her mind as she, too, fell backward and lay on her back in the tub.
There was hardly any water remaining in the tub when the two had finished. The woman had insisted on re-filling it so Alice could properly wash-up. She ended up helping her wash, rubbing soap all over her vagina and breasts, once more causing their separate clits to swell and crave one another’s touch. Everything about this woman was strange, but addictive to Alice. She had never thought of herself as possessing an addictive personality, but the interaction she had just had made her believe that, perhaps, she did possess one. Her initial instincts about the woman had been telling her to flee; she was interacting with a psy that was far more powerful than she was, and yet she wasn’t in a state to properly assess and comprehend what that meant. Yet, the moment she touched her forehead and made her cum to the point of almost needing an ambulance, she wanted her—her smell, taste, look, touch—for the rest of her life. Even if it meant giving up all of the other memories she’d placed in her gallery, all of the people she had helped by working for Crowden, and especially, the case of the four dead men that had brought Alice to finding her. Yes, if given the chance, she thought, as the woman placed am amber silk robe over her, she’d choose to forget it all.