2 comments/ 12152 views/ 3 favorites Biphobia By: SlaveMasterUK Author's Note: This is a story without a point. This is unusual. Most of my stories have a purpose beyond their ostensible text, some deeper inner meaning beyond the erotic foreplay. They usually carry a message. This story carries no message. It is not trying to change the world. It is not trying to teach anything to the reader. It is just a bit of fun. Furthermore, the views of the characters within this story do not necessarily reflect the views of the author. Please don't hate me because of what my characters say. They have minds of their own and are completely beyond my control. The author promises to respond to all feedback where an email address is given. Biphobia Sherie pulled out her fingers and stood, holding them before her eyes, staring at them as if in a trance. They glistened with Christi's heat, left streamers as Sherie pulled them apart, then wordlessly placed them in her mouth and sucked. "Sherie!" Christi hissed. "What?" Sherie replied, broken from her spell. "You just… You just licked my… Stuff off your fingers!" "Um… Was that wrong?" "I think that's the hottest thing I've ever seen." Christi whispered, her voice flat as her eyes remained glued to Sherie's fingers. "On the bed!" She snapped under her breath, grabbing Sherie with one arm around her back and the other under her buttocks, guiding her quickly backwards until they fell onto the mattress. She kicked her jeans free and heard them ruffle as they fell to the floor. "Hush!" Sherie whispered urgently. "You'll wake Rene!" "I don't care!" Christi replied, her breath coursing through her throat. "I want you right now!" She grabbed Sherie's shoulders, pulled her up the bed, reached under her arched back to slip her halter-top over her shoulders and fling it across the room, began to fumble rapidly with her belt. It came loose, her jeans peeled from her hips and slipped down her legs under Christi's forceful hands. Christi crept back up the bed, rested herself on one elbow, took Sherie's cheek in her hand and kissed her lips. "Wait." Sherie hissed, reached up to the switch at the head of the bed to kill the lights. "In case Rene wakes up." Christi smiled, extended her tongue hungrily, devoured Sherie's lips, sought out the taste of her own sex in her mouth and sucked it up. Her hand slipped away from Sherie's cheek, down her body, across her breast, found Sherie's hand and grabbed it, thrust it between her legs. Her fingers returned to Sherie's body and sought out the waistband of her panties, slipped underneath, across her sex -- shaved -- she hadn't expected that, but it was a delightful surprise, the smoothness of her hot, puffy, slippery flesh -- and between her moist lips. Sherie's fingers found their way inside her once more and resumed their stroking as Christi continued her ravenous kiss and sought out Sherie's clit with her fingertips. It was already moist with heat but Christi deftly drew yet more lubricant out of Sherie's sex and coated it completely, circled it expertly in the same way she circled her own clit when she was horny and alone. Sherie began to moan coarse whispers into her mouth and Christi broke free from the kiss at last, reached under her head and drew it into her neck to stifle the sounds she made. She could feel Sherie's breath blowing against her skin, feel the pace increase, and it drove her wild. Sherie's fingers were working faster at her insides and she followed their rhythm, sped up her pace around Sherie's clit to match it. It was as much as she could do not to moan out loud. Sherie's fingers had found her soft spot and were teasing it from inside, drawing heat from her body in intermittent drips that ran down Sherie's hand. Sherie was tensing against her in time with her rhythm, thrusting her hips and breathing heavily. Her frantic breaths began to turn to words. "Yeh… Yeh… Yeh…" She hissed with each breath, and Christi knew that if she kept up her rhythm, her friend was soon going to come. Her own best friend, right in front of her eyes, from her own very fingers, was going to have an orgasm! Just the thought was so hot that she immediately felt her insides tightening up and a bloom of heat rise in her chest. Oh, God! She kept her fingers moving, increased their pace, felt Sherie's spare hand wriggle through the tangled sheets to grip her wrist like a vice. Sherie's breaths became tense and stretched and every muscle in her body went rigid. Even the fingers inside Christi's body stopped moving, but Christi was so close that she couldn't stop; she thrust her hips against Sherie's rigid fingers, each thrust driving her closer to the edge, determined to reach it before Sherie's orgasm was over. It took her all of a sudden, an explosion between her legs that swept up her spine. She shuddered, her breath oscillating in her throat as she fought to keep from making too much noise. The vice-like grip at her wrist slackened, and Sherie's breaths returned. "Um… Wow!" Sherie sighed, as the last of Christi's orgasm subsided. "Yeah…" She replied, in a long, shaky breath. "Um… Yeah…" "We should…" Sherie began, but Christi cut her off with a hiss as she heard a movement. "Rene!" She whispered almost silently into Sherie's ear. The room was so dark that it was almost black, but even if Rene could see nothing she could still have heard their frantic breathing, or smelt their sweat and their heat. "Don't move!" Light footsteps padded around the bed, a dark shadow passed in front of the bathroom door, which closed with a clunk and then emitted a yellow light around its frame. The hum and rattle of the extractor fan began to compete with the silence in the room. "Quick!" Christi whispered. "Let's get under the covers, pretend we're asleep." They moved quickly, standing from the bed, lifting the sheets and diving under them. "Amazing how I can go from so hot to so cold!" Sherie whispered, shivering slightly under the cool sheets. "Yeah, I totally didn't notice how chilly it was in here! It must be like gone four AM now anyways. I think I've sobered up. I'm so tired." "Me too. Damn cold, though. Hold me?" Christi couldn't help a smile wash over her face. She shuffled closer to Sherie, wrapped her in her arms, planted a kiss on her shoulder as they embraced, then froze with embarrassment. Was that the right thing to do? It had been instinctive, automatic; it had felt like the right thing to do, but was it? Would Sherie just want to forget their intimacy now that it was over? She smiled again when she felt Sherie's lips touch her shoulder softly in response, felt a tiny flick of her tongue against her skin. "That's really nice." Sherie said. "What is?" "Having you hold me. You're warm." "Aww, you're warm too. Let's cuddle until we fall asleep." "Yeah." They shifted under the covers, adjusted their bodies until they were lying comfortably, arms and legs interlocked. Christi reached for the top sheet and pulled it up over Sherie's neck, tucked it in against the cold morning air. "Hush!" She whispered, as the bathroom light clicked off. She listened intently as Rene's soft footsteps padded around the room to the empty bed, where Christi should have been sleeping alone. She heard the ruffling of buttons, the snap of elastic and the click of a bra clasp, the zip of a zipper and the soft sounds of clothes landing on the floor. "Christi!" Came a harsh, quiet whisper. She froze solid, gripped Sherie's body in her rigid hands. "Christi, are you asleep? Can I get in with you? I'm cold!" There was a long, silent pause. "Christi!" She heard soft pads and shuffles, imagined Rene was pressing on the bed to see if it was occupied. "Alright, if you're awake, I'm getting in. Don't freak out." There was a cracking of joints and a slithering of cotton against skin as Rene slipped into the bed, then a pregnant delay, during which Christi wondered if Rene was looking around the darkness in confusion when she discovered the bed was empty. Would she work it out? Or would she think that her friends had fallen asleep elsewhere in the darkness? Would she turn the lights on to find out? No. There was another shuffle, a long, drawn-out sigh, and, in short order, some quiet snores. Delicately Christi squeezed Sherie's arm, expecting a squeeze in reply, but felt none. She listened harder, heard Sherie's deep, rhythmical breaths, and knew that she was asleep, or pretending to be. Sherie's warmth enveloped her and nurtured her even though she slept. It felt so good just to hold someone and be held by them. It had been an unexpected but beautiful experience, and now that it was over, she was glad to be in Sherie's arms as the rosy afterglow of her powerful orgasm echoed inside her. She was tired, but her drunkenness was gone, and she had no headache. Maybe she'd have one in the morning, but right now, all she had was warmth, closeness, and happiness. She placed another kiss on Sherie's shoulder, wondered if she'd feel it in her slumber, and gradually she fell sound asleep. Biphobia The door opened, and a policeman stepped quietly into the room. "I'll need to ask you all some questions." He said. "It's Christine, isn't it? How about you first? It's nothing to worry about, we just need to know if you heard or saw anything suspicious that might help us to catch the attacker." "I told you, we didn't see anything." Christi said. "We were in our room. Dani left, and… Well, we thought she'd gone back to her room." "Alright, I understand, but we have to ask. Please come with me, and we'll get it over quickly, then you can be on your way." The policeman's questions were simple and straightforward, and Christi answered them as quickly as she could. She wished she hadn't been chosen first; she wanted to be back with Dani. She hated herself for having let her storm off the night before; wasn't that the one thing you were never supposed to do? Let your friends go off alone in a strange place? But she thought she was going straight back to her room! How was she supposed to know that Dani was going to wander off outside? She didn't go far, by all accounts, only to the veranda out front, but an opportunist had been passing by. A lone young lady at night was an easy target. Just as well he only had theft on his mind and nothing else. Danika, Sherie and Rene were waiting in silence when Christi was returned to the family room. Danika's face was still pale and deathly in her ruined makeup; Rene's little face looked twisted and pained, and Sherie's was empty. Was she still embarrassed? Horrified that Rene had seen them sleeping in each other's arms? Or had the immediacy of Danika's terrible experience shunted her personal concerns to the back of her mind? Sherie was next to be taken into the interview room. Christi took her seat, opposite Danika. She reached out and took her hand, and this time Danika didn't withdraw, but allowed her hand to be held. "It's alright now." Christi said. "You'll be alright, won't you?" "I couldn't get back in." Danika croaked. "He took my bag. He had my key and my phone. I hammered on the door for hours but nobody came. Nobody found me until morning." "Your hands are still cold." Christi said, tightening her grip on Danika's fingers. "We'll get back to the hotel, we'll get packed up, and we'll take you home. Alright? Just as soon as the police are finished, we'll get back and pack up, and you can be back home." Danika nodded wordlessly. Her spare hand reached for the packet of cigarettes and withdrew another smoke. The flame didn't shudder as it had done earlier, but was quite steady as Danika lit her cigarette. "Yeah." She said at last. "Just wanna go home now." Rene, who sat close beside Danika, put an arm around her shoulder and gave her a squeeze, drawing a tight smile from her mouth. "Thanks, guys." She said. "Here's Sherie." Rene said, as the door opened. "My turn now." "Won't be long now, ladies." The policeman at the doorway said. "You can be on your way in no time." Biphobia "Christi!" Sherie cried in response, crushing her in her slender arms. "I'm so scared, I'm so scared, please, help me, please!" She spluttered through pouring tears. "It's alright, I'm here." Christi soothed, stroking her hair with one hand while she held her tight with her other. "It's alright." "I just woke up here in the dark, I was so scared! Help me, please!" "It's alright…" Christi continued. "I'm here now, I've got you. Come on, quickly, we need to get out of here. There's an exit this way. Come on!" "I'm so thirsty." Sherie said. "Me too. Come on, time to drink later. We can get out this way." Christi led Sherie by the hand into the corridor, back towards the exit that led into open air. They ran briskly through the old building, not stopping to care about finding their clothes or something to cover themselves with. The double doors opened to the push and they ran out of a wide canopied entrance into a parking lot, exposing their naked and dirty skin to an icy blast from the damp air outside. The late afternoon sky was blotted with dark clouds, and a few spots of rain were already dropping onto the leaf-strewn tarmac as they ran into the open air. "Rene's car!" Sherie shouted, pointing to a lone sedan in an otherwise empty car park. They ran for it wordlessly; Christi ignored the stab of gravel and grit at her bare feet and powered towards the car, stopped only when she was level with the driver's door. She pulled on the handle, gave a deep sigh when the door popped open. The keys hung in the ignition, glistening brightly against the dull brown plastic on the steering column. "Quick, get in." She wheezed breathlessly, dumping herself into the driver's seat and turning the key. The passenger door slammed and Christi gunned the throttle, kicking up a spray of leaves and dirt as the old car fishtailed out of the car park and onto an access road that led onto an empty highway. "It's the old abandoned building!" Sherie shouted, looking out of the back window. "What?" "The one we passed yesterday. On the way home." "Oh…" "So we must be on the main highway! Hey, we're going the wrong way!" "It's alright." Christi said. "There's a town up this way. We'll stop at the nearest place and call the police." "Hey… Rene's car… You think Rene is back in that building?" Christi looked at the formidable old block as it retreated in the rear view mirror. Perhaps Rene was in there, and Danika too. They couldn't leave them, could they..? "Um… You wanna go back and look for them?" "Something weird is going on." Sherie said. "Um… I don't think we should go back in there." "I think we were lucky to get out. Let's call the police first. Then we can go back. I just hope nothing happens before the police turn up." "Yeah." Sherie said, then continued: "You came back for me." Christi forced a smile from her pursed lips. "Yeah. I… I couldn't leave you. Not when I heard you scream." She took a hand from the wheel, reached across to Sherie's naked body, found her hand and squeezed it as tight as she could, grimaced as Sherie squeezed back. It was only as they held hands that she realised how much she was shaking. She heard the wet sound of frightened sobs, looked across to see Sherie's face crease into a horrific mask as tears flowed down her cheeks. "It's alright. We'll be alright." "I was so scared." "I know. Me too." "How did we get into that building?" Sherie asked, sniffling through drying tears. "I don't know. Do you remember anything?" "Not much. I remember being in the motel. You?" "Yeah. I remember…" Christi thought hard. "I remember those guys checking us out." Biphobia Bubblehead unlocked and entered one more room, then locked it again, before his deep voice boomed around the empty hall. "Round One will commence. Remember, the first competitor to cry will be eliminated from the competition. Begin." Christi physically jumped on the bench as a sudden sharp hiss filled the room. A fine mist sprayed from the showerhead for a second and was cut off again just as quickly, hanging over her in a descending cloud. She felt cold water land on her face, in her stinging eyes, on her lips, over her naked body. It condensed on the jelly on her skin, which began to fizz. A cold sting burned at her belly. She gritted her teeth, took a breath. Her muscles tensed of their own accord and she tried to twist away from the pain as it grew more intense. The fizz spat mist and droplets of water that tickled her belly, but that was nothing to the searing burn that lashed across the elegant '2' painted on her naked flesh. Another smell filled the air, a nauseating chemical burning smell. Was that the smell of burning flesh? She wasn't sure how much of this pain she could endure. She held her breath, clenched her teeth, gripped her hands into fists until they cramped solid like little round rocks. She wanted to scream out loud, but that would mean elimination, whatever that entailed. She didn't want to find out. Surely the chemical had to burn out soon? Could it be strong and plentiful enough to melt right through her skin and start eating at her insides? There was a thick wall of muscle under her belly, she knew, and then what? Tubes? She was suddenly thankful that she hadn't paid attention in biology class. If the chemical started eating at her insides then she didn't want to know what was being eaten first. From outside the door she heard a whimper, and suddenly felt her heart rise into her throat. Had somebody just made a noise? There was another whimper, then a cry, high-pitched, pained and terrified. Bubblehead's footsteps immediately knocked across the tiles beyond the door. There was a clank of pipework, and the showerhead began to spray, at first water but then something thin and brown and sticky that plastered her body and stung as it entered her eyes. It landed on her clenched lips and even through them she detected its unmistakable taste: vinegar. Her belly fizzed momentarily, then stopped. She let out a deep sigh as cold vinegar permeated the jelly and neutralised it. The spray stopped. She was shaking, she realised, like a leaf, letting out long, heavy breaths after short inward ones, her belly still searing with burning pain but no longer fizzing as it dissolved. Could it be over? "Number Three has failed. Number Three will be eliminated." Bubblehead's deep voice echoed around the hall outside. A cry followed Bubblehead's tailing echoes, and Christi recognised it as Rene's voice. She clenched shut her eyes against a sudden flow of tears, not from the sting of vinegar or pain from her melted flesh but from the sound of Rene's sobs. She heard Bubblehead's footsteps, heard him unlock a door, heard the sound of plastic feet on metal legs scraping on wet tiles as Rene's bench was dragged into the hall outside Christi's dark room. Rene's cries echoed louder in the hall, penetrated Christi's sticky skin. "It's alright, Rene!" Christi shouted. "It's alright! You'll be alright!" She tugged at her bonds, tried to yank the ropes from their fixings, but they were fastened firmly around pipes that ran around the tiled skirting of every wall. She tugged and pulled until her wrists felt ready to snap and her skin almost peeled from her bones, but still she could not free her hands, as Rene's cries rose and rose to a screaming crescendo. There was a sudden wet sound, followed by a bubbling, and Rene's cries stopped abruptly. Liquid spattered onto the floor outside the door, and something dark ran under it into Christi's cell. A sudden loud splash was followed by Bubblehead's fading footsteps, leaving Christi alone at last with her sobs and tears. She cried for longer than she cared to count, as tears poured down her face and pooled in her ears. Her belly still stung and her eyes burned and her throat cried out for water, but she paid no heed to any of them. She didn't need to see what had happened outside the door to know what had become of poor Rene. She didn't need to know exactly how her life had been taken to know that she breathed no more, and perhaps it was a small mercy that her pain was over, and that she wouldn't have to endure the agony of being tied helpless while she listened to her friends die. After some time Bubblehead's footsteps returned and something was rolled under the door. A gas began to hiss from a small metallic canister, and Christi's vision faded, her ears began to ring, and, despite gripping onto it with her fingernails and teeth, consciousness finally slipped from her grasp.