Rage

Chapter 4

Chapter Four

Tara

“ B reaking news out of Omaha this evening,” a news anchor said on a television in the window of an electronics store I was walking by. It’s been three hours since I left Dr. Halloway’s home, and I was curious about what was being reported.

“Police and fire responded to the home of Dr. Timothy Halloway at about six-thirty this evening in what appears to be an accidental fire caused by an electrical short in the en suite bathroom…”

The reporter’s voice trailed off in my ears, and for the first time in my life, I smiled.

A genuine smile.

For years, he and his colleagues used, studied, and triggered me. They thought they could control me, change me, fix me. But they’ll see the monster they created. They’ll feel every ounce of pain they cause; every tear I cried as a child will be a drop of their blood that will spill. They wanted to break me, but I’ll show them what true rage looks like…

Killing Timothy Halloway was just the beginning.

He triggered my urges, forced me to act on them, coached me, watched me kill… Now, I’m addicted to the sight of my knife piercing skin, drawing blood. I needed more, and his colleagues would be next.

Gripping the straps of my backpack, I turned to continue walking, when someone suddenly pulled me into the alley next to the electronics store.

“Well, what do we have here, hmm?” A homeless man said, licking his lips. He reeked of body odor and filth. He looked down at me with hooded eyes, scanning my body. After leaving Dr. Halloway’s home, I decided not to wear my bra, so my nipples were stiff peaks from the cold under my thin shirt.

He had a firm grip on a strap of my cross body bag and reached his free, dirty hand to grip my breast, groaning like a starved animal.

“Get off me,” I spat, trying to pull free of his grip. He held tighter, smiling.

Reaching his hand into his pants, he gripped his cock, groaning as he pulled it free and–

“Tara!”

I shot up from my dream, panting, drenched in sweat.

My body shook, not in fear, but in rage. Another man thinking he could use me like Dr. Halloway did…

“Tara, are you okay?” Alaina’s muffled voice reached my ears, and I couldn’t comprehend that she was speaking.

The moment I felt her hand on my shoulder, I spun around, gripping her harshly by the throat, slamming her to the ground on her back. Straddling her, I shifted to grip with both hands, squeezing tightly. She kicked her legs, trying to buck me off of her.

“Tara… It’s me…” she gasped.

My eyes found hers through my haze, and I scanned her, searching. I can’t explain what I was looking for, why I was even trying, but my mind finally comprehended it was Alaina, and I released her, backing off.

The familiar tightening in my chest returned. My urges were surfacing. Sitting on my heels, I stared at a snag in Alaina’s blanket, trying to force my urges into the lockbox of my mind, trying to find control again.

My body trembled as I fought to keep my rage at bay. Needing to do something with my hands, I gripped the hem of my shirt, squeezing as hard as I could. I could feel my nails cutting into my palms as I squeezed, continuing to focus on that spot on the blanket.

“Tara, it’s okay, I’m here,” Alaina said softly, sitting up in front of me.

Save me…

“I’m going to touch you, okay?” Alaina asked, but I could not respond as I continued my hyper-focus on the blanket.

Her soft, warm hands covered mine, her thumbs tracing soft, comforting circles.

“You’re okay, Tara. It’s okay.”

Something shifted in my mind, something I can’t explain. I closed my eyes, focusing on the feel of her hands on mine, absorbing this emotion I was feeling for the first time.

What is this…?

Involuntary tears fell down my cheeks, and Alaina wrapped her arms around my neck, holding me tightly.

“I’m here, Tara. I’m never leaving you. Please let me in, please… I love you so much.” Alaina pleaded. Her body trembled as she sniffled, crying with me. “Let me help you, please…”

As soon as the feeling came, it was gone.

I finally felt something aside from my rage… I needed more.

Without a word, I pushed Alaina to lie on her back. She gasped in surprise as I stood to remove my panties.

“You want to help, baby girl?” I purred, looking down at her. Her hooded eyes met mine, and she bit her lower lip when they found my pussy bare for her.

“Yes, ma’am.” Her hands reached to hold behind my ankles, and I lowered myself to straddle her.

Leaning in, I kissed her, propping my hands up on either side of her head. Her hands slid up my thighs as she moaned into my mouth.

“Such a good fucking girl for me, Alaina,” I said, breaking our kiss, sitting up tall. “Here’s what you’re going to do for me. Pay attention.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“You are going to eat my pussy while I ride your face, you hear me? And you won’t stop until you make me cum.”

Alaina surprised me, pulling my legs towards her face without a word. Repositioning my knees on either side of her head, I lowered myself onto her greedy mouth. Alaina hummed, wrapping her hands around my thighs to hold me down, dragging the tip of her tongue up my slit towards my clit.

“Fuck, baby girl, that tongue…”

She circled my clit with the tip of her tongue, and my hips moved, rocking and grinding on her tongue. Reaching under my shirt, I squeezed my breasts, digging my nails into my flesh. I could hear Alaina’s heavy breathing through her nose as she pressed her tongue deep into my pussy. A wave of arousal shot through my body, and she reached a hand around my thigh to circle my clit with her thumb as she curled her tongue inside me.

The feeling returned.

What is this…? Love?

Forcing it out of my mind, I refocused on Alaina, devouring my pussy like I was her favorite meal.

Removing her thumb from my clit, she gripped my thighs tightly with both hands, curling and dragging her tongue through my slit again. My climax was quickly approaching, and she threw me over the edge the moment she sucked hard on my clit, and biting it gently.

“Oh, fuck, Alaina. Make me cum, baby girl. Do it. Now,” I ordered.

Alaina groaned and obeyed me. Her relentless sucking and teasing of my clit threw me over the edge. I felt my pussy soaking her face as my orgasm hit harder than it ever had before. My thighs stiffened and shook as I unconsciously tried to lift off of her face. She held me down tight, continuing her movements, drawing out two orgasms.

I love you, Alaina… I said in my mind, unable to physically speak the words.

Lifting myself off of her, I sat to her side, sated and relieved.

Propping herself up on her elbows, her pleading eyes met mine. I tossed my head back, looking at the ceiling of our tent, taking a deep breath. Looking back at her, she opened her mouth to speak, but I did before she could get any words out.

“I have a surprise for you, baby. Get dressed, we’re getting you all the dope you little heart desires.”

Her face twisted in what I assumed to be disappointment, and she nodded, silently handing me my panties.