0 comments/ 20201 views/ 1 favorites T.I.T.S.O.M.A.Y Ch. 00 By: Loup_Garou A/N: The title of this work is an acronym. T.I.T.S.O.M.A.Y stands for: This is the Story of Me and You. Get it? It's not some weird female porn story as originally thought by my friends. I hope you like it! * Prologue: Ever have one of those days where everything starts out wonderfully but ends as though it's the beginning of the Apocalypse? I'd love to say that I've had plenty, but that would be a lie. There's only been one time in my life where I could claim it the ultimate worst time, and it lasted for two weeks. Damn horny bastard. My name is Reina Morse. I stand 5' 3" and weigh one hundred fourteen pounds. I am twenty-one years old and I have brown hair and green eyes. My breasts are small, only 34 B, and unfortunately for me, He likes them that way. Anyway, that's all you need to know about me. The damn bastard loves everything about me! I hate him! Oh how I wish I could kill him! I'm sure you're wondering why I haven't yet, aren't you? Yeah well, that makes two of us. I have every opportunity available to kill him in some way, I just don't take it. God I'm such a slut. He made me that way, I know it. I've never felt the way I do now. Even my old boyfriend can't compare, and I thought he had everything. Now I'm sure you're asking how I met this man I want to kill. It's a story I'm not too comfortable with, but He says it will be good for us both if I tell it from my point of view. Of course, since He literally rules my world, I'm going to tell you that He'll be putting in his own comments in parentheses. He's doing that so as not to completely ruin the flow of our story. (Mind if I ask why you haven't mentioned my name and also capitalize all forms of 'he' as well as in italics? I'd think it to become quite annoying after a time.) The only reason I'm doing this is because it's from my point of view and at the time, I thought you were evil. Got it? (Evil? Me?) Yes you, who else? (My other muse? You remember Lena, don't you?) What are you doing with her? (Nothing, nothing, Honey. I'm just kidding. Shouldn't you be telling our story?) I would if you'd stop taking the keyboard away from me! (...Don't make me get out the whip, Reina dearest.) You're impossible...anyway, you can see that we get along now; but a few months ago I was completely different. I wanted to kill myself, kill Him, something! (I'm glad you didn't.) This is true, but I wanted to. So now, I will tell one chapter of my life. Were I able to relive any of it, I wouldn't change a thing. (It's not just her life, 'ya know. It's mine, too.) You. Be quiet. On with the story! T.I.T.S.O.M.A.Y Ch. 01 Chapter One: Going Out She was ecstatic. Christmas was on its way, snow was on the ground, and everything was going as planned. Except one thing. "I'm sorry to bother you, Rob, but my boyfriend Brad is drunk and I have no ride home." Rob, the bartender, turned around and smiled when he saw the young girl who had addressed him, "Well how'd you get here? Shouldn't the car be here?" "That's the thing, though; his mom drove us here, knowing he'd get drunk and hoping I'd get drunk too." "Well that's not very nice," Rob said, "I'll go in back and see if there's anyone that gets off any time soon." She breathed a sigh of relief, "Oh thank you so much! I appreciate it!" "It's not a problem, Reina. In fact, I'll even let your boyfriend sleep here and stay with him." "But what about your wife?" Reina asked, "Won't she be angry if you don't come home?" Rob looked at her with a raised eyebrow, "Are you kidding? She's angry now." "Why?" Reina asked as she sat down at the bar. "Because I bought a sledge hammer instead of the floral wallpaper she wanted to decorate our bathroom with." Reina grimaced, "Ouch. You should get her some flowers or chocolate." "She burned the flowers and gave the chocolate to the neighbor's dog." "That's not good," Reina said sadly, "what are her favorite flowers?" "Tiger lilies." Rob answered immediately. "You got her roses, didn't you?" Rob seemed to have an epiphany, "Oh my God! I did get her roses! Shit! Reina, you probably just saved my life! Let me get someone to take you home, and then I'll call my florist. Be right back!" Watching as Rob ran to the kitchen, which was behind the counter, Reina's attention was called to the T.V., for the screen had a red bar across it that read, 'NEWSFLASH'. "Great, there's probably some bank robber that the police can't catch so they need we citizens to get him." "Hello and good evening to all of you watching JAVA News Channel 9, my name is Matthew Sanchez and I'll be filling in for Maria Forelle." "So, what," Reina thought sarcastically, "the weather is considered a 'newsflash' nowadays?" Despite her thoughts, Reina continued to watch the news, suddenly intrigued when the newscaster began shaking and stuttering. "W-Well, we've got some disturbing news, folks. It seems that police were called to the Frederick's home about an hour and a half ago. Police are telling reporters only that there has... hold on..." A young woman handed Mr. Matthew Sanchez a stack of papers. She, too, looked shaken. Picking up the papers, Matthew Sanchez couldn't speak for several minutes. Now Reina was interested, "What could be so bad that it would render him speechless?" "I-I-It would appear that there was more to the police report than I was given. What I had was a brutal murder case; however there's definitely more to it. Caroline Frederick, age eighteen years, was found hanging from a tree with her throat cut in her own backyard. "Following the autopsy, police reported that Caroline's clitoris was missing. It was later found in a glass jar within her stomach along with a note. Dr. Thornsby, the forensic pathologist that performed the autopsy, says that the glass jar was put into Caroline's stomach while she was still alive. The flesh over her stomach is very poorly cut, and Dr. Thornsby says Caroline's stomach was cut open with regular scissors. The note within the jar has not been released to the press, but we will make sure to keep you updated." Another woman appeared on the screen, papers in hand, "Hello and good evening, my name is Janice Tucker and I am here to read off more details to the Frederick murder case. The authorities wish for the public to know that this is not the first time this murderer has struck. Chief Jones wants everyone to be wary of going out too late at night, and to have a Merry Christmas." The television went to a commercial, and Reina sat transfixed. How could anyone be so cruel? And why would they do something like that? "Ah, you're still here," Rob's voice cut into Reina's thoughts, "I found you a ride, got a cot for Brad, and ordered two dozen tiger lilies to be delivered to my wife's work everyday for a month." Reina found it hard to smile after that news report; but she forced the corners of her mouth to lift anyway, "That's great news! Oh thank you, thank you! You have no idea how much this means to me!" "It's not a problem, Reina. I'll just drag Brad over here and drop him on the cot. Plain and simple. The only problem will be having to wake up and see my face." "Why is that?" "Because I'll be on the floor and he probably won't move, so he'll have to see me in the morning." Rob smiled, his dark eyes shining. Though she'd never let it slip to Brad, Reina found Rob to be very attractive. His dark hair, brown eyes, and tanned skin looked somewhat out of place, but to Reina, he looked at home in his bar. "I wonder why Rob is the only Arab here? This bar has an Arabian feel to it, and I don't see why there aren't any others here?" "So, Reina?" "Hm? I'm sorry, what did you say?" Reina asked, blushing out of embarrassment for not having heard what Rob had said. "I asked if you were ready to go. Your ride is getting his gloves on." "Okay, I'm all set to go. Where should I meet him?" Rob quirked an eyebrow, "Meet him? He's going to come out here, walk you to his car, and take you home. Simple, you see?" "All right, I'll just wait here then. I just want to make sure I'm home before midnight." "Ah, you're worried about the guy that killed that Caroline girl." "Yeah," Reina said, surprised at how calmly Rob could speak of such an incident, "do you know anything about it?" Rob thought for a moment, "Well I listened to the radio in back while my florist put me on hold and the police had just said that not only was there the jar, the note, and the fact that she was murdered, but she was also raped." "That's horrible!" Reina exclaimed, "How can anyone think of doing that to another human being?! And then actually do it? How can anyone... ugh! I don't understand!" Rob nodded sympathetically, "I know what you mean. People today are getting out of control. Something goes wrong just once and all of a sudden, they have to hurt someone." They both fell silent, each of them thinking their own silent worries. "Hey, Boss, where'd you say my new passenger was?" "Right here, Squeaky," Rob called, then turned to answer Reina's questioning gaze, "we call him that just because everything has to be perfectly clean before he can leave." A young man came out from the back room, "Sorry, there was some grease on the stove that wouldn't come off." Rob quirked an eyebrow, "See?" Smiling, Reina looked at the one labeled, 'Squeaky', "Wow...." The young man that was to be her escort smiled. He was at least 5' 7" with dark hair pulled into a ponytail at the nape of his neck that reached his mid-back. His skin was tanned and two honey-colored eyes stared back at her. "Would you happen to be my companion for this evening?" "Yes, I suppose so," Reina smiled, "I'm Reina Morse." "Hey, nice to meet you. My name's Rio Jatae and I'll be your chauffeur for this evening." He smiled, eyes glowing with joy. "I really appreciate this, Rio. I owe you one." An odd gleam shone in Rio's eyes as he looked her up and down, "Oh don't worry about it. You look like the kind of person that will pay a guy back as soon as is humanly possible." "Well then you've guessed right. I'll pay you back, honest!" "I know you will," he said, the smile on his face not quite reaching his eyes, "you ready to go?" Reina nodded, "Yes, I am." "All right then let's be going. I'm parked right outside the bar." Rio said, holding out his hand, nodding to Rob, and holding the door open for his new passenger. "Thank you," Reina smiled, following her escort to a black van, "is this yours?" "Yep. I bough it myself right out of high school to work. It's real useful, too." "Really? Whaddya use it for? I mean, if you work as a cook in a bar, why do you need such a big van?" The gleam of joy returned to Rio's eyes, "You wanna know?" "Uh-huh." Reina smiled as she nodded. "Then let me show you." Suddenly, Reina felt something hard hit the back of her neck. Almost immediately, the floor of the van rose up to meet her, the rest of the world going black. The last thing Reina heard before losing complete consciousness was a cruel, cynical laughter. ----------------------------------- A/N: Well? How do you like it? Or do you hate it? Please let me know! ~Ookami-chan~ T.I.T.S.O.M.A.Y Ch. 02 Chapter Two: Bedknobs & Broomsticks...? Everything was dark. Reina had to blink several times to reassure herself that her eyes were indeed open. Attempting to stretch her limbs, Reina found that she was being suspended from someplace high, for her feet did not touch the ground. "Ah, good, you're finally awake. You had me worried." Her memories catching up with her, Reina identified the voice immediately, "What do you want with me, Rio?" "Nothing much," he said simply, lighting a few candles, "and besides, I think you should be nice to me." "And why is that? You kidnapped me!" "But you said you'd pay me back." Rio whined as he picked up a pair of rusted scissors. It took Reina a few moments to realize what Rio was talking about. Looking from Rio's face to the scissors in Rio's hand, several things clicked together at once. "You killed that Caroline girl, didn't you? You tortured her, raped her, cut her clitoris and shoved it into her stomach while she was still alive, didn't you?" "Your point being?" Rio asked as he cleaned the scissors and put them away in a drawer. Reina was shocked, "H-How could you dothat to another human being?!" "It's very simple, really. I call it revenge." "What did she ever do to you?!" "That's none of your concern, really it isn't. All you need to know is that you'll be meeting Caroline soon enough." Rio said somewhat darkly, his eyes of gold looking like cold brass in the candlelight. Unable to speak, Reina could only stare at the man that had seemed so friendly the night before. "And just what do you mean by that?" "Exactly what I said," Rio sighed, "anyone ever tell you that you talk too much? You're my prisoner, my toy to do with as I wish, nothing more. Hm, perchance I'll use the shower this time. Oh, speaking of showers, that reminds me. I have to soak that damned frying pan; stupid grease refuses to come off." "Grease?" "Yep. Made myself some bacon and eggs the other day and the grease just won't come off." "How can you do that?" "It's simple really. All you have to do is get a good pan and some nonstick stuff, but I obviously didn't have any of that, now did I?" "That's not what I meant!" Reina protested, "I mean how can you go from psycho maniac to clean freak?!" Rio turned his amber gaze to his captive, something long in his right hand, "I am not a 'psycho maniac', do you understand? I'm merely vengeful, all right? Now keep quiet or else I'll shove this broom handle straight up your virgin cunt, got it?" Her mouth closing, Reina watched as Rio took some twine from a drawer. He walked over to where she hung, broom in hand, and tied her right ankle to the broom handle. Taking her left ankle in his hand, Rio made sure to tie it tightly to the other end of the broom, her legs now spread about three feet apart. Examining his handiwork, Rio stepped back to his desk and pulled out some more twine, tying it to the middle of the broom handle and then throwing it over the beam to which Reina's wrists had been secured. Reina's eyes widened as she completely forgot Rio's command, "Wha...?" "You know what I'm going to do with this, don't you? And besides, I never said you could talk, did I?" Rio watched as she shook her head for both questions, "Well let's see, I'm going to pull on this string and watch as your lower half rises about three and a half feet into the air, all right? Sound good to you? No? Hn, too bad." True to his word, Rio gave the string one good yank and watched as Reina's body was hoisted into the air. Stepping back around, Rio smiled as his captive tried to find a way to loosen the bonds that held her. "This is insane!" Reina thought, unable to keep herself from looking at Rio as he chuckled, "What the hell did I ever do to him?! All I did was ask Rob for a ride and he came out with this guy!" "Something wrong? You seem jittery." Rio asked, striking a match and lighting another candle, "Oh, you may answer that." "Wrong? Now why would anything be wrong, huh? Some guy I've never met is only holding me in bondage as a captive! Am I missing anything?!" Reina exclaimed, losing more and more of the temper she could usually keep under control. ---------- (Control? You had control over your temper? Since when?) *Who asked you?!* (See? There's that little temper. Have I ever told you how cute you are when you're mad?) *Well then prepare to see me gorgeous!* ~Crash~ (Ouch! You hurt! I'm telling my mommy!) *Crybaby..... anyhow, back to the story, damn you!* ---------- "Funny, I don't see anything wrong with it. You're just weird." Rio said, walking closer to her with the candle in his right hand. "W-W-What are you gonna do with that?" Rio sighed, "Isn't it obvious? Or do I have to explain every single method of torture I plan to do to you? It's all very simple, I tell you. Do you see this lit candle? I'm going to put one end into that nicely exposed vagina while the flame slowly makes its way closer to your flesh. Easy enough?" "No! You can't do that!" Reina protested. "I can't?" Rio asked, blinking and looking right and left, "Then how am I supposed to torture you? And, more importantly, if I can't, am I supposed to get my supervisor? Because I can, you know. I can get my Master that trained me and he'll gladly do it; although, I can't guarantee he'll be as nice about it as I will." "What?" Reina asked, relieved when she saw Rio blow out the candle. "Oh sure. I was in your position once, believe me. Of course, I didn't have a cunt that my Master could put the candle in, so he improvised," Rio explained, walking with the extinguished candle in his hand towards Reina, "I didn't like that scent anyway. It doesn't make my living room smell very nice at all. It's supposed to smell like peaches, but, well, does that smell like peaches to you?" Holding the candle for her to smell, Rio watched as Reina sniffed the candle and wrinkled her nose, "Ugh! It smells like feet!" "That's exactly what I said," Rio nodded, tossing the candle into the garbage can, "so, what to do now?" "Well, you could let me go and I'll never tell anyone about this?" Reina asked, hope dripping off her every word. "Nah, that wouldn't be any fun," Rio said, shaking his head, "I suppose you'd object to my finding an old bedknob mine and placing it up your ass, huh? It's only two inches in diameter, really! Hardly any pain at all, I'm serious! I've had plenty worse." "No!" "How's a sadistic man supposed to have any fun if his captive won't let him do anything?" Rio pouted. Though not wanting to voice her next question, Reina couldn't help but ask, "Then why do you bother asking her what she'd like and what she wouldn't like? Why don't you just do whatever you want?" Rio looked at her as though she were crazy, "You think I want to be like my Master? You are my captive, yes? I don't want you to die, no, that's for later. You can't die now because then I'd have to find someone new, and I don't wanna have to do that just yet since I just got you. Get it?" Completely confused, Reina could only say, "You are a living contradiction, you know that?" "That's me," Rio said, putting his finger on Reina's sleeping pressure point, "sleep now and you'll wake up to a fun surprise later, I promise." T.I.T.S.O.M.A.Y Ch. 03 Chapter Three: Christmas Surprise "Reina? Reina, wake up. C'mon, you've slept long enough. It's time to wake up now." Her eyes seemed to be burning. Add to that the fact that her eyelids felt like they'd been weighed down by lead, well, that could only equal one feeling: Pure shittiness. "Hm...?" Reina muttered, eyes fluttering open, "Brad?" Rio's face came into focus, "Um, not quite. Guess again." "Oh my..." Reina breathed, her eyes widening to the size of dinner platters as she moved to sit up. Rio's hand was immediately at the base of Reina's neck, "Uh-uh. I wouldn't do that if I were you. Besides, it's my turn to be nice to you." "What...? Why?" Reina was confused to say the least. Rio was going to be nice? Did he even know the meaning of the word? "You're wondering why I'm gonna be nice, aren't you? Hm? Yes you are. I can see it." Reina blinked, forgetting she was a captive to this man, "Who put crack on your cereal?" "Hehe, no crack!" Rio smiled, seemingly oblivious to everything, "It's Christmas! See? See? Look outside!" To Reina, Rio seemed like a child. Sitting up slowly— for Rio's hand was still on her throat— Reina saw that there was indeed snow on the ground, a sign Reina loved to see around Christmas. Wait a minute....... Christmas?! "How long did you make me sleep?!" Rio whistled a little guiltily, "Not long. I must say that you're easy to put to sleep; but you're hard to keep sleeping. You nearly woke up when I was plotting your Christmas present. You also almost woke up when I was giving you your present. I have it to you early so that you wouldn't have to worry about taking care of it. But you needn't fear! You'll be awake enough to know what I'm doing, but you won't feel all the pain come New Year's. I promise." "Pain? Excuse me?" Reina asked, sitting up and noticing a slight pinch on her chest. She ignored it. "Yeah. I'll show it to you later; right now, though, it's time to open presents! C'mon, c'mon! Put this bathrobe on and follow me!" Rio smiled, picking up a large black bathrobe from the footboard and holding it for Reina so she could put it on. Before Reina had a chance to look around the room she'd been in, Rio had whisked her away into a hallway and down some stairs. At the foot of the stairs was a door, which Reina assumed was the front door. Leading her to the right, Reina saw a large Christmas tree that was decorated like any other normal tree. What really caught Reina's eye, though, were all the colorfully wrapped packages with her name on them. "What the...?" "I didn't know what kind of stuff you liked, so I started out buying a little bit of everything. That's when I decided I'd do a little research, and I came up with this stuff. The things with bows should be stuff you like; by the same token, the stuff without bows was bought at random." Something was bothering Reina, "Hey Rio?" "Yes?" "Where did you get the money for all of this?" Rio put his hands behind his head, "Hehe, funny story, actually. You see, I was driving in my old neighborhood so I went to go see my brother Darien to see how he was doing since I hadn't seen him for three years. So I stop to see him and we talk a little and I let slip that I have a new 'friend'. So he told me to get a present and I told him that I had no money. So he gave me some of his and then I had the dilemma of what to buy." "What does your brother do?" "He works as a lawyer downtown. Helps get me out of trouble from time-to-time. When I told him when I brought you home with me, he was surprised I'd let you live so long. To tell you the truth, I'm pretty surprised myself; but unlike my brother, I like surprises," Rio smiled, picking up a small box, "What are you waiting for, eh? Start opening!" Reina was still confused, "But why would you do this? You don't know me any more than I know you! So why would you bother?" Rio shrugged, as though he did this all the time, "I want to know you. You are, after all, mine now." ----------------------------