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The Dark Side of the Bright Side	By : FairySlayer Category: +M through R > Ruby Gloom Views: 4258 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the "Ruby Gloom" or have any connection to the property whatsoever; I receive absolutely no money or compensation of any kind for writing this. It's simply parody for the sake of entertainment.

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Note: This chapter contains quite a bit of foul language (cussing), which wasn't in the story codes before, but that tag has been added.

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Even though Misery seemed like she was much better now, Iris and I thought we'd better check on her that night. I figured she'd be too afraid of Skullboy to do anything to herself at work, which I know was a weird thing to think. Still, Iris and I usually got to see each other once in a while between tricks, so we figured just saying hi to Misery like that would be a nice thing for her too.
My stuff was already packed so I just threw on my clothes and did my makeup in Iris's room while she got ready. We wanted to think up ways we could get to the basement without Skullboy getting mad because we weren't back on the street right away. Our tricks always saw him when they're done so he'd know. Luckily Poe happened by and came in to see how Iris was doing.
He already knew what had happened with Misery. Iris had talked to him about it earlier. I wondered if she told him what we did in bed too but he didn't say anything. I don't know if she would talk about stuff like that with him, but she's not known for holding back.
Actually I was kind of sad then because Iris had seen Poe already twice that day but I barely got to hang out with him anymore. We used to chat, read together, and sometimes he'd take me flying by carrying me on a kind-of swing. (It was much nicer than riding on Squig with Iris.) But then I was always busy around the house or working and didn't get to see him. It made me jealous, but then Poe gave me a hug, like a really long one, and that made me feel better.
We figured it would be easier for Iris to slip down once or twice a night because she was so close to the basement, and she's really fast anyway. But Poe said that since Skullboy didn't know Misery had healed me I could fake still being hurt and probably get him to let me take a break. But that would only work for a night or two, if at all.
So after my second trick that night I took a few minutes before getting back outside so Skullboy could finish up with business first. After I got outside I leaned against the lamppost and started breathing slow and hard, like I was hurt. He didn't come out so I figured he didn't notice or wasn't paying attention. I thought maybe he wasn't there because he was checking on Iris or Misery or something, though that was very rare. But as I got back up he drifted out of the shadows and came over to me.
"Is everything all right, Miss Glimmer?" he asked plainly. His tone was so direct I couldn't tell if he was concerned or annoyed or what.
"I'm sorry sir," I answered. He didn't have a working name like us because of how he'd use different names all the time. "It still hurts a bit, especially when they're on top."
"What hurts?"
"From last night," I mumbled and slowly turned my head to look over by the garbage cans, "when I... fell by the alley."
When I looked back he was just staring at me, right in my face. I suddenly froze stiff. He saw me naked that morning and there wasn't a mark on me. What if he noticed! I started to tremble and then stuttered, "But I think I'm okay."
Skullboy raised his bony hand up to my face and I think I winced, but I was shaking so hard that I couldn't tell. Maybe he couldn't either. He rested his fingers on my cheek then ran them up to my forehead to wipe away some perspiration I hadn't even felt. He smiled while putting his other arm around my shoulder. "Why don't you go to your room and lie down. I'll come check on you in a little bit." I was still nervous but thought it was going okay, at least until he added, "If any of your regulars show up I'll have the clerk ring your room."
That last part bothered me, but I figured I could make something up if I had to. I really wanted to make sure Misery was doing okay.
I rushed to my room and slipped off my dress and shoes. I quickly changed into the jeans, tee shirt and sneakers I'd packed extra so I wouldn't get my good stuff dirty. Then I had another idea: I balanced a matchstick on the striker between the phone's bells. That way if the phone rang while I was gone it would fall and I'd know to get right back outside.
After peeking out of my room to make sure nobody, especially Skullboy, was around I snuck out. Since Skullboy had explained Iris worked at the far end of the inn I figured out how to get to the stairs. I think I'd had bad dreams about it that morning, but this time I went right down no problem. It didn't feel scary at all anymore because I knew Misery was there.
I was sure I remembered which door it was from the furnace room, but it was locked. I wondered if she had a customer and they wanted privacy. Still, that only made me more curious. One of the other doors finally opened so I went in. It was too dark to see much, so I found a piece of slate and propped the door open to let in the light from the furnace. There were some pipes running down from the ceiling and then level along the hallway. Most of them were kind of hot but at least one was okay so I used it as a handrail to guide me in the blackness. I held my other hand out in front of me so I wouldn't hit my head against anything, which was good because after walking a little bit I couldn't even see it anymore. The pipes turned and I kept following, walking faster than I would have liked to because I was more scared of Skullboy finding me gone than I was of the dark.
It didn't take long before I could hear a voice. I thought it was a man, loud and mean and swearing a lot, but it was a bit high, tight and almost whiny. Finally I could see some light up ahead and was just outside of where I'd found Misery the night before. I was behind that big cluster of pipes, so I stuck close and stayed very still. The room was lit a bit more brightly than the night before, or maybe my eyes were just more used to the dark.
Misery was standing in the middle of the space, still dressed and meekly looking down at the ground while someone was standing on the other side of her. He stepped out to the side, always looking at her as he walked around. He looked like a boy, probably no more than fifteen years old! He wore a casual blue collared shirt, white shorts and gray sneakers. He was blond, like the kid Iris did the night before, but in silhouette this kid's head was both tall and wide, and curved on the sides. It kind of looked like a pumpkin. I thought Geez! What's up with all the boys with funny shaped heads?
Except for his scowl and narrowed eyes he looked too innocent, too nice to be talking the way he was, never mind do anything bad to Misery. But I was wrong.
He got in front of her and yelled right in her face, "You're just a fucking cunt! A worthless whore... But I'm going to teach you a lesson, even though you're not even worth it." Then he pushed his palm up under her nose. He shoved her face up to look at him with her always-teary eyes. He growled, "I fucking hate you, and you're gonna pay."
His right hand suddenly swung up and slapped her in the face really hard, knocking her head sideways, but she immediately righted herself. The boy grabbed her chin with his left hand and forced her to look at him again. "And you're just gonna take it 'cause you know you don't deserve any better. Fuck, you're so pathetic you even want me to smack you around, just so someone will pay attention to you!"
Misery didn't say anything or even move. She just looked him back right in the eyes for a moment before he slapped her face again. Then he kept shoving her back until her bottom hit the metal table. Without missing a beat he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled it across the length of the table. He turned around as her hair became taut and he even dug his feet in while pulling it hard. At first Misery just let herself fall back, her head landing on the table with a thud, but as he kept pulling on her shiny hair she squirmed up the table. He stopped when her knees were just hanging off the edge.
Then he leaned over the table and pushed his hand down on her throat. It looked like he was pressing down really hard but she didn't try to move or even make a noise. He leaned his face in close and practically hissed a stream of swears at her and told her how bad he was going to make her hurt. After he finally let go of her I saw her chest heaving up and down, so I knew he'd been choking her the whole time.
Without another word he set about unbuttoning her dress while she caught her breath, still not moving. He even had to grab her shoulders and twist each of her arms to wrestle her out of the top of the garment. When he'd pulled the top down to about the bottom of her ribs I could see that she wasn't wearing a bra. With her chest exposed he grabbed one of her breasts and dug his fingertips in really hard, making the tiny mound stand out as much as it could. With his free hand he squeezed the very tip of her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, twisting it hard.
Misery let out a small gasp. He immediately let go as he reared back and smacked the right side of her face. Then he glared down at her, breathing hard and scowling as he raised his left hand high above his head again. She didn't move or even wince as far as I could tell.
Then just let his hand fall down and stood up before pulling off his shirt, which he held up and then dropped on her face. She simply pushed it off slowly, being careful not to drop it off the table. "Strip," he ordered while he started undressing himself.
Misery obeyed, sitting up to finish unbuttoning her long dress. Then she laid back on the table, arching her back while pushing it down past her skinny bottom. She sat up again to slide it off of her legs. She hadn't been wearing panties either, or maybe she pulled them off with her dress. She laid her dress behind her as he pulled down his white shorts and underpants over his sneakers. Now basically naked himself he walked back to the end of the table and watched as Misery took off her shoes then started to undo the garters. He suddenly slammed his hand into her naked chest and knocked her back onto the table. Taking his time, he slid off her long white stockings himself, but at first he kept stopping to squeeze and pull on the insides of her thighs. Once he had her completely naked he tossed her stocking next to the rest of her clothes and stopped to admire her totally vulnerable body. Or maybe it was something else because he started to pant and his eyes squinted at her.
"Now you're gonna get it," he grumbled while he seemed to grab her throat with both hands, but then I saw he was just bunching up all of her hair in his hands. He tugged at it, making her head jerk up and down as he pulled her glorious tresses out from underneath her. After he'd backed away a bit he pulled it up high and gave one final yank before suddenly letting go and letting her head fall back on the table.
She let out a short, quiet, "Ow," but that's all.
He grabbed two fistfuls of hair and practically pulled himself up to her, his face hovering upside-down over hers. "Ow is right, you disgusting piece of trash. But you're supposed to be quiet! Do I need to teach you that again?" She didn't make any kind of answer.
When he walked back around the table I could see that he was almost fully hard. Out of the blue he threw his hand in the air then brought the bottom of his fist down hard on the middle of Misery's chest. She started gurgling and I could see little tremors going through her body. Meanwhile he went around to her other side and grabbed her right thigh before laying his other hand on the inside. His fingers clenched and he dug his fingernails in while scratching deep as he could, probably from the inside of her butt cheek all the way across the front. Misery didn't make a sound but it seemed like she was still recovering from his punch.
"Wait! What's this?" he suddenly shouted while feeling up her legs and then her upper body with both hands. He ran over to the doorway just on the other side of the pipes from me. I almost giggled at the way his nearly hard, uncircumcised cock flailed as he moved. He turned the knob of a dimmer switch to make the room much brighter (I wish I'd known about it the night before!) and for a second I thought he'd be able to see me, but he seemed too excited to notice anything else as he ran back over to Misery.
"I can't believe it," he said in awe as he felt her up and down once again. Then he put his face over hers. "How'd you do it? Did your owner give you the week off? Find a really good doctor?"
Something about referring to Skullboy as her owner made me cringe.
"Oh, that doesn't matter. What matters is that you don't have a single scar on you anymore! You're a clean sheet, a blank canvas..." The boy plunged his face down onto one side of her ribcage and bit hard, making her let out the briefest huff before he raised his head and got in her face again. "And I get to be the artist to mark you all up myself," he laughed. "I think we're gonna go overtime tonight, but this will so be worth paying extra for."
He grabbed her hair and pulled her off the table. Misery landed on her side but quickly got up on all fours, struggling to keep up as he half-dragged her over to where she'd been chained the night before. He pulled up on her hair until she got up on her knees and sat back on her feet before he ran over to a corner where he started moving stuff around. Misery didn't move, like a dog that had been told to sit and stay. Still, despite how mean he was to her and how sad she looked, I couldn't help but think how beautiful Misery was: nearly on her knees with her hair draped messily around her naked body and her big eyes, their large pupils sparkling in the bright light. I admit that I couldn't help but think about we'd done earlier, and I kind of wished I could just go over and throw myself on her and start kissing her.
My reverie was broken when the boy returned carrying a wooden box or maybe a large drawer. He squatted to put it down, his balls almost hitting the floor, and his dick was hard as a rock.
"Oh god, I'm so excited," he giggled as he dug through the box for a moment. Then he stopped and looked at her, probably admiring her like I'd just been doing, except he wasn't thinking nice stuff. He sprung to his feet and cried, "Oh fuck it!" He palmed the sides of Misery's face and made her tilt her head back. She must have known what was coming because she let her mouth fall open, all the while just looking up at him with those defeated eyes. He took one hand off her face for barely a second so he could push his penis into her mouth and then he started pressing in just a bit. Misery started sucking on him slowly, and she occasionally pushed back his foreskin a little more with her lips so she could tease his glans with her tongue. He gave the side of her head a little slap but then said, "That's it, fuck toy. Now just the tip."
While still leaning on one hand to hold herself up, Misery wrapped the other around the middle of his shaft and then pulled it down almost to the base. Once its tip was exposed she began flicking her tongue over it, fast and hard. He let his head fall back and squinted as she worked, and I could see his ass wiggle as he occasionally clenched his cheeks from the intense feelings. After hardly a minute he just said, "'nuff bitch." She let go of his rod and he thrust himself forward, pulling her mouth over his cock. He held her head tightly while pumping in and out of her mouth in a slow and steady rhythm. Misery didn't do anything but push up on one hand to keep herself from falling over. She was about to put her free hand on his hip to steady herself but then she suddenly pulled it away.
It didn't take long before he was pounding himself in and out of her mouth, teeth clenched and sweat all over his face. Then he simply plunged himself all the way into her throat and held it there as he let out a few grunts and groans. Misery was trembling because she couldn't really breathe, but she managed to hold still enough. He moved his hips back and forth just a little, making sure to get every last bit of cum out. But then he pushed his dick all the way down into her throat again and held her head really tightly. He looked down at her with a big smile and I think he was even chuckling. Misery turned her eyes up to look at him, but I wouldn't say it was a pleading look. It was more like she was just wondering Why? I couldn't tell if he liked that or not.
Finally he pulled out and squatted down in front of her, still holding her head as he glared right into her emotionless face. "That was for making me really look forward to what I'm going to do to you." Then he let go of her head, giving the left side one last slap. Misery's head fell to her right with the slap and she nearly fell over, but she managed to hold herself up with both hands. She spit and then violently coughed out his cum. After that she just stayed in that awkward position, panting and occasionally spitting out a little more while he went back to the box.
He brought over some chains. The boy simply yanked her left wrist right out from under her and snapped a manacle shut around it. Then he threw the end of the chain up over the pipe and started pulling until her arm was way up above her, but he didn't look like he was strong enough to lift her whole body unless she helped a lot. He snapped a carabiner between links from opposite sides of the pipe to hold them together. Then he seized Misery's free wrist and pulled straight up, jerking her up so fast that it took a moment for her to get on her feet. Again, he threw the chain over the pipe but this time he made her hold the end while he got the step stool.
He put the step to Misery's right and got on, his wet, half deflated cock pointing just below her chin. "Let go," he ordered while yanking the loose end up out of her hand. He repositioned the chain so that it was on the other side of a pipe hanger so her arms would stay apart. Misery spread her feet apart more as he started pulling the loose end up again. She raised her arm and didn't make a sound as he jerked on it so much that she had to stand on her toes. It almost looked like he was trying to climb the chain, pulling it as tight as he could before pushing another carabiner in. (You know, I wished I knew about the carabiners the night before, but they were probably crammed in way too tight for me to pull out.)
He got down and kicked the stool aside then started to go back to the box, but he suddenly turned around and pinched one of her nipples with his left hand. With his right he spanked her ass. For a moment I wished that it was me doing the spanking, but then he started hitting it so hard that each smack shook her whole body. I didn't want to do that.
After that he took a step back to face her, looking at her blank expression. "Don't look at me like that!" he roared while slapping her face, knocking her head to the side for a moment. Then Misery just looked down at the floor, again emotionless. He waited a second, taking short grunting breaths as if he was going to smack her again. Instead he went to the box and pulled out some leg irons. He practically pulled her right leg out from under her before wrapping and locking the chain against a pipe running along the wall. Misery's whole body strained as he pulled her left foot into the air, making sure she was on very tippy toes before the last chain was locked in place.
But then I got really scared when he returned with a whip coiled in his hands. He sneered while walking around her, checking every inch of her body. He stopped for a few seconds to examine her bottom, caressing the fresh purple marks he'd made. The boy stepped back, getting so close to the pipe cluster that I backed up a little. The whip started to uncoil from his hand but before the end could hit the ground he'd already thrown it forward. SMACK!
Misery's whole body tensed and she pulled on her chains so hard it raised her completely off the floor for a moment. SMACK! He hit her butt a second later, then in rapid succession, SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! ... I had to cover my ears and close my eyes as it went on for how long I couldn't tell.
When it'd stopped I finally looked again and saw all the bloody lashes across her back, bum and legs. He was standing in front of her, again pulling her face towards his using a fistful of her hair. "You like that you fucking whore?" he growled. "No?" He suddenly spit right in her face. "I don't care," he said plainly before letting her go. He hung the whip around her neck and stepped back. Misery winced or blinked a few times then just kept one eye closed 'cause I guess his spit got her there. "You probably won't like this either," he almost yelled before slapping her face, again knocking her head to the side, but as soon as she started to straighten her head he suddenly smacked her with his other hand. Then with the first hand again. And again. And again. Her hair was getting all messed up and in her face as he kept on smacking her.
I wanted to back away so bad, but my hands were gripping the pipe too hard; tears welled in my eyes and I fought to hold back from blubbering, but really I was so scared to make a sound that I couldn't even gasp.
Finally he relented and stepped forward, grabbing her chin to pull up her seemingly lifeless head. A few moments went by but she finally opened her eyes, staring down as much as she could even with him right in her face. He pushed her face to the side and grabbed the whip's handle, yanking it off her neck and tangling up more of her lovely hair. Several of its tresses, some matted with her perspiration, hung down in front of her haphazardly.
The youngster quickly turned his back to her and marched a few steps before spinning around again, instantly landing another blow of the whip across her front. Again, he whipped her furiously several times in a row, grunting and screaming obscenities at her, but this time I couldn't help but watch. He got her chest, her stomach, across her thighs, and somehow he even got a shot in from below and smacked her inner thighs, maybe even her pussy. All the while I felt so helpless and ashamed for letting him do that to her. But what could I do?
He stopped and came back to her. He spit on the handle of the whip a few times and stuck it between her legs. He brutally shoved it up inside of her. Misery flinched and shook. The boy just shoved it in even more, not even trying to work his spit in so that it'd go in easy. He just really liked hurting her any way he could.
Then he smiled and brought his hands up to a bleeding wound on her chest, wiping away the hair that was stuck to it. "That's more like it," he whispered. He got the stepstool again and placed it right behind her, but backwards. He spit in his hand a few times then rubbed in between Misery's spread ass cheeks and quickly worked his fingers into her tight rosebud. He spit into his hands a few more times and used that to jerk himself until he was hard again. He got up on the first step and pushed his dick against her back door. With a bit of grunting and a yelp he quickly pushed it into her butthole. "Take that, cunt!" started another stream of obscenities as he furiously pumped her in the ass. His balls flailed wildly with each thrust and the whip danced around between her legs. His loins hitting her bottom made a horrible smacking sound as it echoed off the stone walls.
But after barely any time had passed the whip handle suddenly fell out of Misery's snatch and onto the dirty floor. I didn't know how that'd happened since he'd put it in dry and so hard. The boy stopped and pulled his cock out of her, his face twisted into a scary kind of smile. He bent down while pulling up one of Misery's butt cheeks. I saw that her pussy and inner thighs were really wet - from him hurting her! And worse, that seemed to make him really happy. He even chuckled as he stuck a couple of fingers of his right hand up inside of her stretched pussy. Then he pulled out only long enough to add his ring finger, then his pinky, pushing in and out while turning his whole hand back and forth. Then he made a point with his fingers and thumb and pushed it all in before struggling like he was trying to put his whole hand inside of her.
And he was!
He fought for a few seconds until he was able to get most of his hand in, then he gave one big push until it was buried up to his wrist. My own insides hurt just watching. Then his face got all mean again and he started jerking his arm in and out of her. It was so hard I thought his hand would slip out, but her whole body just jerked with how his arm moved. "How do you like being punched on the inside too, cunt?" he yelled. Then I figured out he'd made a fist and that's why his hand wasn't coming out. It made me sick. Then he got on one knee and seemed like he actually was punching her, which was bad enough, but it also seemed like his lower arm was getting a lot wetter.
Misery started panting and that only seemed to make him even meaner. He got on both knees and was grunting and sweating as he struggled to fist-fuck her hard as he could. Then he started smacking her already red and welted bum again. It made her buck so hard that I thought she was going to pull out one of the pipes. It also messed up her rhythm a lot so she couldn't push back on him anymore, especially when he started spanking her even harder still. She started grunting too, though I figured she tried not too because that only inflamed his anger. He started pushing into her so hard that he practically lifted her feet off the ground a few times. Misery bit her lip hard and tears streamed down her face and she whimpered helplessly. She was pulling against her chains so hard. Then she sucked in a deep breath and held it...
And as soon as she did he pulled his hand out of her and stood up. He immediately punched her in the back with his soaked hand. "You don't get to come!" he screamed while raising his hand in the air. He smacked her on the back of her head. Misery fell limp in her bonds, all but lifeless except for her heaving chest. She just hung there with her head slumped all the way forward.
She didn't even react when he got on the step again and plunged his cock back in her ass. He wrapped his arms tightly around her chest, hanging onto her and pumping her asshole for all he was worth. I could see the red and purple marks on her wrists just below the manacles, and I'm sure it was much worse underneath. But it didn't even take him a minute before he was panting and groaning. His sack was really tight and I swear I could see it twitch as he filled her butt with his seed. He stayed like that for what seemed like a long time, and Misery still never moved or made a sound.
Finally he pushed himself up off of her and kind of wobbled as he got off the step. His face was all flushed and he seemed a bit dizzy because he had to hold onto Misery as he walked around her. After catching his breath a little he knelt down and picked up the whip. With his free hand he grabbed a chunk of Misery's hair and used it to help pull himself up, though I think it was really just to hurt her.
Then he stepped back and gave her a stern look. I thought she looked like a doll that had been stretched too hard and broken. Completely, and beyond repair.
The boy started to laugh. Like really laugh hard like he'd just heard a really funny joke. I think he even had to wipe a tear from his eyes before he looked at Misery again. He used the whip handle to lift her chin. She held her head up while he then used the dirty handle to push some of her hair from her face. His eyes sparkled. "That was fun. Let's do it some more."
He raised the whip while taking a step back but I couldn't take it anymore. I turned around and fumbled away as fast as I could, sometimes even forgetting and letting go of the pipe. I ran into the furnace room and bolted up the stairs and all the way back to my room. I threw myself face down on the bed and started heaving and sobbing.
I don't know how long it was before I remembered to look at the phone. The matchstick was still there but then I figured I'd been gone way too long already. I stripped, washed up, then got back in my working clothes. I hurried back to the street and I tried to act like nothing was wrong. It didn't matter because my next customer showed up right away. She was a regular, Mary (or "Eagle Mary" as we all called her because she usually "swooped" down on me or Iris when one of us got back outside. She probably just didn't want people to see her hanging around). Mary was a lovely blonde with short hair, and she was the kind of trick who liked me to play like I was a defenseless and scared little girl.
And after what I'd seen I didn't have to pretend.
All she had to do was flash Skullboy a smile. He smiled back and nodded his approval. Mary held my hand as we walked inside. I kept my head down, like the sad and pitiful little girl I was. Mary exchanged short pleasantries with the clerk as he handed her the room key. I dragged my feet a little on the carpet but made sure to keep up.
As soon as we got to the room she took me by both hands and smiled down at me for a moment. Then she lifted me by my armpits and then settled me against her with one arm around my back and her other hand holding my bum. Mary kissed me gently all over my face as she walked over to the bed. "What's wrong sweetie pie? You're shivering," she noticed. "Don't worry. I'll warm you up and everything will be okay," she cooed as she put me on the bed.
Mary got on her knees facing me and put one hand on my thigh as she leaned in and kissed me on the lips. I gave her a quick peck back as her hand slid up under my dress. She caressed my thighs and I tried to give her a longer kiss, still closed mouth like she liked it at first. Then she kissed her way across my cheek and whispered. "You're such a good little girl. I'm going to make you feel good all over."
And then I busted out crying.
She leaned back and looked really surprised, but then she smiled a bit and started wiping away my tears. Then I noticed she was really smiling. "It's okay, honey. I would never hurt such a pretty girl. We're going to have a lot of fun together." She stroked my hair and then took my hand, giving it a long sweet kiss. I tried to make myself stop crying so I could do what I was supposed to. If I messed up a trick then Skullboy would be mad at me, especially a regular. He'd be pissed.
She put her arms around my waist and pulled me forward so I was nearly standing, but with my knees bent, and she held me in a really tight, warm hug. She ran her fingers through my hair and rubbed my back a little. But then she suddenly tensed up and leaned back, looking at me nervously.
"Wait a minute. This is all part of our special game, right?"
I tried my best to calm down and nodded. "I'll be a good girl. I promise..." I whimpered.
She didn't believe me. "You're not just acting scared, are you?"
I couldn't help myself. I looked down and shook my head.
Mary lifted my chin with her finger and looked me in straight in the eye. "Is it something I did? Or you don't want to do our usual thing tonight?"
I got scared again, but this time because I really didn't want to disappoint her. She's always very nice to me and I really wanted her to be that way with me, especially that night. "No, I really want to! It's just that before..." I cut myself short. I wasn't supposed to tell anyone about other tricks and that meant anything about the others too. "I can't talk about it. I'm not allowed."
She didn't get upset or anything. She held me again and tried to calm me some more. "Shh, that's okay. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. But is there anything I can do to make you feel better?"
Before I knew what I was saying I just blurted out, "You already are." It was true, but I was ashamed because we weren't supposed to get attached to my johns and janes. Sure, I liked some a lot and really looked forward to doing stuff with them, but becoming close to any of them was a big no-no. Skullboy always said it was all about business, and besides he wouldn't be happy if I cared too much about anyone else besides him.
"I have an idea," she said while making me stand up. Mary got on her feet and looked at me with a big smile. She put her hand out. I took it gladly and she led me to the bathroom. "First, let's clean you up a little." After squatting down to my level she wiped my face with some tissue and made me blow my nose. I started to get my head back in the game and let her wipe my face with the washcloth.
"All better," she chirped before landing a kiss on my forehead. Then she kissed me on the lips, and this time I opened my mouth and kissed her back. I even rolled my tongue against her lips and her eyes lit up. She kissed me back fully, taking over and sliding her tongue deep into my mouth. Mary grabbed the back of my head and worked her tongue around while I pretended to fight back a little bit. She finally broke it off and stood up again before bringing me back to the bed.
"I have a surprise for you," she said as she unzipped my dress. After sliding it off and leaving it on the floor she picked me up and laid me on the bed. It took her only a second to pull off my panties and toss them aside too. Mary then went over to her handbag and started digging through it. I got on my side to watch until she turned around with what looked like a dildo, or actually two, but they had a bunch of straps hanging from it. She must have seen I was confused but she only smiled and said, "How'd you like to know how it feels to be the boy?"
Mary brought it over to the bed and dangled it by the straps right in front of me. "Do you know what this is?" I got up on my arm and shook my head.
"They're dildos held together by a ball joint," she explained, which made me giggle because of the ball part, and she went on, "so that they point the right way and don't slip any when you change direction."
Mary laid me back then got on her knees while lifting mine in the air. She started kissing me hard all around my cunny right away, even though she usually does it much softer at first. Then she put my knees on her shoulders and told me to wrap my legs around her head. She kept licking and sucking hard between the top and middle of my slit and she felt up my tummy and boobs with both hands. Every so often she reached down and squeezed one of my bum cheeks a little, but I guess she was just seeing if I was really wet. And it didn't take long for me to feel my stuff dripping down there, and as soon as Mary felt it she pushed her fingers into my pussy and played around a bit.
Mary took my legs off her to get up and strip herself naked really fast. When she reached under my arms I thought she was going to push me back on the bed, but instead she made me stand. Then she took the dildos-thing and made me squat while she worked one into me. It wasn't too big and I was really wet so it could've gone in easy, but she liked to pretend I was really tight so she went slow. And it felt really good because going slow only made me want it inside me so much more. I was almost sorry when she got it all the way in.
Mary turned me around to put the straps on me, but some were loose and she had to tie them extra tight, so they hurt a little. After making me face her again she suddenly grabbed the other dildo and jerked on it really hard. The one in me was yanked out about an inch then stopped hard before getting shoved right back in again, over and over for a few seconds. She said she wanted to make sure it wouldn't pop out of me.
Then she got on the bed and lied on her back in the middle before putting her left leg around my feet so that I was between her legs. She looked up at me and mocked, "Oh no! What ever are you going to do to me, you naughty little boy!" I could only giggle. "All right Glimmer, now you do to me like the guys do to you, okay?"
I nodded and got down on my knees but then I was stuck. It was hard to know where to start because every guy did it differently to me. I wanted her to hold me some more, so I lied on my side next to her while keeping my right leg wrapped over hers. After smoothing her hair back and telling her how pretty she was I started kissing her face, but she quickly made sure we were kissing on the lips. Mary wasn't doing it as hard as usual and then I remembered that I was supposed to be the guy. I held her head with both hands and forced my mouth on hers as much as I could. Yeah, she could have easily taken me, but I guess she liked how I was doing.
Then Mary put her arms around my waist and held me tight. That made her hip hit the fake cock and the other jerked inside of me. I reached down and pulled it out of the way so it wouldn't jab her. That can get annoying. I put my hand on her breast and started squeezing, rolling it around a bit. It felt really nice, big and round but still pretty firm. I knew she really liked me sucking her tits, but I figured I'd make her wait for it like she made me. (That's what some guys do to me too.) After kissing some more I pulled away and started kissing her chin, and I guess she knew where I was going because she moved her head back right away. I kissed her right on the middle of her throat. It always scares me at least a little when it's me, but she didn't even flinch.
Then I flicked my tongue from side to side as I lazily worked my way around to her free breast and kept playing with the other. I licked all around it and gave it some hard kisses, like I was going up the spiral path on a hill. I didn't realize how much her back had been arched, but Mary moaned and lied back down again when I started sucking on her nipple. Usually she'd run her fingers through my hair or pet my back when I did that, like I'd usually do, but instead she grabbed my free hand and put it on her pussy. She just left her arms at her side for the most part while I started playing with her cunny. She kind of squirmed under me and kept telling me what a good job I was doing.
Then Mary pulled me on top of her and the dildo jerked inside of me again. The other one was pressed between our tummies, and her heavy breathing was just enough to keep it moving a little inside me, making me even hornier. It went on for a few minutes until she started to get flushed herself. "It's time," she told me while raising my chin off her. She grabbed my chest under my arms and guided me back until I was on my knees between her legs. I could see that she was already really wet, but I got down on my elbows and kissed her there for a little while anyway. This time she did pet my head and moan and stuff.
I kept doing that because I was kind of nervous, but then she just said, "All right boy, time to fuck me." I got up on my knees and crawled forward. I got kind of excited, both from the thing moving inside of me but also because the thought of doing it this way made me feel tingly. And like I was really in charge. Rubbing the dildo against her slit to get it all wet was easy because I was used to doing that for guys. But after that I had a hard time lining it up so I could put it inside her just by moving my hips. It was frustrating! (Now I know how a lot of guys feel.) Mary offered to help but I suddenly said no, even surprising myself. Anyway, since I'm good at fingering I had no trouble finding her hole that way and then I was able to get the head in.
Then Mary grabbed my wrists and made me hold her hips. I was really nervous and pushed in slowly so it wouldn't fall out. She told me I was doing fine and then held onto my butt to guide me some. Soon I found my slit pressed right up against hers and her pubic hair tickling me a little. I hesitated but she started pushing back on my hips so I pulled back. There was a delay because of the loose straps, so with each pump it was like a second before the dildos started to pull out of us. When I pushed back in it was very slow until my pussy was right up against it again. After a few strokes she made me go all the way inside and then stopped me.
She grabbed onto the straps around my butt to make them tighter and let her push and pull me on her, but I guess that didn't help much because then she stopped again. It took almost a minute but she managed to wriggle and squeeze her hands between my bum and the straps. The straps dug in a bit harder around my thighs, but it felt much nicer with her hands clenching my butt. Mary had me pull up the pillows under her back so she didn't have to stretch so hard, and then she told me to start moving again. It was so much better, even though my dildo didn't slide in and out of me so much, but it kind of shook and bumped more as I slowly pumped it in and out of her.
Mary worked a few fingers between my butt cheeks and played with my butthole, getting it nice and slick. It made my tummy flutter and I stared pumping her a bit faster. I was sort of trying to push my butt back into her fingers, hoping one would slip inside I guess. She just gasped, "Faster," and suddenly started yanking my bum back and forth. I had to put my palms on the bed and push up so that I could keep up the pace she wanted. Before I knew it I was going in and out of her faster than I ever thought I could, even faster than I could ever ride a guy before. (I told you I learned some of my best tricks from the janes!)
Pretty soon she was panting hard and getting a bit sweaty, and I'm sure I was too. The pulsing and jerking inside of me was much stronger by then but just not quite enough, so I laid my body on her and grabbed her sides so I could focus on just slamming my butt back and forth as fast as possible. Even though Mary's hands had helped me at first she got so worked up that she was messing me up, but that only made me fight even more to thrust the fake dick in and out of her. I reached up and grabbed her breasts really hard while squeezing her waist between my elbows. It seemed to do something because she started calling out in loud breaths and grunting a lot. I was getting pretty worn out, but knowing that she was so close to the edge just made me try even harder.
I tried stretching my legs and pressing my toes into the footboard for extra thrust, but that didn't help. It took me a second to pull my knees forward again and that made her yell at me for stopping, but I know it was just because she was close. To make the point she finally shoved one of her fingers into my butthole and circled it around really hard, but it slipped out when I started doing her hard as I could again.
I could feel myself being raised higher as she arched her back more, but that lowered her pussy enough so I could pound her just a little bit harder...
She suddenly tried to jerk her hands away from my bottom but they were caught tight in the straps. Mary screamed louder than I ever heard her before. "Oh fuck yeah I'm coming! I'm coming!" and then I just heard whining and screaming as I fought to keep going hard as I could.
Then she pulled hard my bum and made me stop pretty much. She bucked and wriggled her pelvis under me, just a bit at a time. She must have been really sensitive by then but wanted to squeeze out a little more. I got back up on my hands to let her move me however she wanted until she was done.
Mary leaned forward and pushed me back by the straps until I was completely out of her. Then she pulled me up and told me to lie on top of her, not caring that the soaked rod was poking hard against her belly. Well, maybe she didn't care but it made the one in me pull out a bit and move around. It took her a minute to finally pull her hands free of the straps and then she just put her arms around me. Before she could hold me I moved forward and kissed her on the neck. When she held me tight that only made the feelings in my pussy even better, but I was only starting to get close. I felt up one of her breasts and accidentally squeezed kind of hard, making her buck a bit, and I kept kissing her neck and face harder and harder.
When she started to come down she lifted my head up and smiled. "You'd make a decent boy, but I'm still really happy that you're such a lovely girl." Then she laughed and said, "What's with the funny face? Does my little tired little lady need some relief?" I nodded and whimpered. Again, I knew she liked me to be a bit shy. She started fumbling but managed to undo the straps.
Suddenly Mary rolled over on top of me and pulled herself down over my pussy. She grabbed the head of the dildo between her teeth and licked it a bit while working it up and down in me, but just a little. Then she suddenly pulled it right out of me and turned it around over my face. "Get on your knees," she commanded, so I did. She turned the thing around so that the part that had been in me was facing her and vice versa. She gripped the base and started to lick my juices off it and even took about half of it into her throat. I knew that she wanted me to do the same. I held the middle part tight as I could and started taking it in and out of my mouth too, trying to go deep. But since she was shaking it a bit I didn't want to suck it in as much as I'd tried with Skullboy.
Then I popped my mouth off of it and started sucking up and down the whole length like it was a popsicle. For some reason it made her laugh and then she pulled the whole thing away and tossed it on the nightstand. She pushed my shoulders down hard so I fell back on the bed, and in a flash she had pushed my thighs apart and buried her face in my snatch.
She licked and sucked furiously all the way up and down. Then Mary slipped two fingers into my pussy and her pinky against my back door as she flicked her tongue back and forth across my clitty. I guess I was already so worked up that I couldn't help myself, and it seemed like barely a few seconds had passed before my insides nearly exploded! It was like flames shot from my lower tummy and just consumed me entirely. I could feel my whole body jerk and tense up and I felt like I was falling really fast but couldn't do anything to stop it. I must have let out a really long grunt and then I don't know how long before I started breathing again.
I do remember her holding my legs really hard so I wouldn't clamp my thighs around her face, though after she told me that I accidentally kicked her in the head with my heel. My fingers ached really bad because they were dug into each other so hard, with just a flimsy bit of the bedspread between them. I also realized that I was still bucking my pelvis up and down in the air long after she was done, or I should say I was done. Mary was already beside me, cuddling and kissing me all over. She ran a hand down my chest and tummy, tickling me before jabbing my really sensitive nub with a finger. She giggled when I slammed my bottom back down onto the bed.
Then I suddenly felt like I was making a fool of myself. I curled up in a ball, facing away from her at first, but that was rude, especially after she'd given me such a fantastic experience. Well, two really, since I think the part about feeling like I was in charge is what made me come so hard afterwards.
Mary held me and kissed me and then I kissed her back for the longest time. She even let me fall asleep in her arms. When I woke up I felt a little bad because I figured that meant she'd have to pay for extra time, but she was all smiling and didn't seem at all upset. She even put $100 in my purse when she thought I wasn't looking.
When we got back outside Skullboy came out right away and, politely, asked if there'd been a problem. Mary just said, "Not at all. She was a very, very good little girl," before she slipped him an envelope and then some extra cash on top of that.
Eagle Mary gave me one last hug then disappeared into the night as fast as she'd shown up. I waited a few minutes by the lamppost to make sure she was gone and then I went and leaned up against the corner of the alley. Skullboy stepped halfway into the light. "What is it?"
"Nothing," I said as I opened the purse and started to pull out the money. "She gave me a tip," I explained. We weren't supposed to hold back any of the money we made. Iris got in trouble for that a lot, but I think she must have been able to hide enough so that it was still worth it.
He pushed my hand away and smiled. "You can keep it this time. You know, to make up for last night and all."
"Thank you, sir." I went back to the lamppost and felt kind of icky, like he thought that him 'giving' me the money I made myself was supposed to make up for beating me up. At least he hadn't actually taken it from me and then made a show about giving it back. Funny, I usually didn't think that way, but a lot had changed in those two days I guess.
However, then I thought only about who had given me the money, on top of everything else, and then I didn't feel bad about it. Actually I felt really good.
As we were all getting ready to go home I went over to check on Misery. "I went to the basement to say hi, but that boy..." I really didn't know how to ask.
Misery didn't seem bothered at all that I'd spied on her. "Oh, Pumpkin Head. He has really bad mommy issues," she answered plainly. After that I didn't want to ask anything else. Instead I just put out my hand and she stared at it, like she didn't remember what to do. But then she smiled and took it. Then I got Iris to hold my other hand and we walked all the way back to the manor like that.
Knowing I had to get up in just a few hours made it hard to fall asleep, but I'd promised Misery. It's seemed like I'd barely just fallen asleep when my alarm clock started squawking at me. I could barely move, but poor Doom was lying in her basket with her paws held tightly over her ears, so I rushed over to the cookoo clock. It was a chilly and I was just in my panties, plus it was all dark and cloudy outside, so I really wanted to crawl back under the big fluffy comforter. I slapped the sides of my face a few times to snap out of it. A tee shirt under my dress helped, and once I had my long striped stockings on and started walking down to the kitchen it was fine.
When I got there Mr. Buns was on the kitchen table waiting to make me smile. I put some sausages and bacon in the oven and squeezed some fresh orange juice, giving the meat some time to cook before starting on the batter. Some people put the blueberries in the batter but I don't. Putting them on after makes sure every pancake has plenty, plus I can make them into smiley faces and stuff.
Maybe everybody else set their alarm clocks too because they didn't take long to show up. Iris was first so I had her start the tea and set the dining room table. She was less likely to cause trouble if she was busy. Poe showed up soon after and talked about how he used to cook all sorts of fancy things all the time. I just smiled. Frank & Len popped into the kitchen and started playing a really loud "good morning" song, but they quickly took it into the dining room when I had Iris put out some fruit, and Poe went with them. Their guitar playing stopped soon after that, which was a relief because I was looking forward to a calm and peaceful breakfast. I wanted it to be as perfect as possible, for Misery mostly, but also to help me put everything that happened yesterday behind me.
Then Scaredy Bat rushed in to get the serving cart and stuff ready. I kind of expected him to make a fuss and apologize for being "late" to help, but he was actually smiling. Even when the house's ghost Boo Boo appeared behind him and went "Boo!" Scaredy barely jumped and then simply wished him a good morning.
Soon everything was ready, so Scaredy and me brought everything out and Iris helped me serve. By then Skullboy was there, sitting at the head of the table. Poe was pleasantly chatting with him about how his investments were doing and stuff. The boys were sitting calmly and chatting quietly with Iris. Ever since Skullboy talked to them about the rent they always behaved a lot better whenever he was around.
Iris was helping me serve everyone when she asked, "Hey, where's Misery? This was her idea, right?"
We both suddenly froze in place. Iris's eye suddenly went wide and we stared at each other. But before we had time to look away we heard Misery's new happier voice calling out a bit loud, "Good morning everyone!"
Iris had turned her head to look and suddenly covered her mouth. Frank and Len both gasped and I heard the thud Scaredy Bat makes when he faints. Poe cried out, "My word!"
It all caught me off guard so it took me a moment to think to turn around and look too. Before I could see what it was Skullboy's angry voice shook the room, "What the FUCK!"
Finally I saw. Misery was standing in the doorway, wearing her best dress and holding her crosier. But something was missing: her hair was gone! For a second I wondered if she'd just tied it back or something, but then I could see the clumps and sheared remnants of it on her head. It was so horrible I almost started crying right then.
Skullboy jumped up so fast that he knocked his chair over. "What the fuck did you do, you fucking cunt!" he screamed. Then picked up his plate full of food and slammed it top-down on the floor, breaking it with a loud crash. I started to see steam coming from his ears again as he stared at her, his teeth gritted as he took deep growling breaths.
Misery stood in the entryway, perfectly still, and just stared blankly at him.
"Cut your fucking hair off?" he screamed. Suddenly he grabbed his juice glass and smashed it against the table, leaving only the base and several jagged edges. He stomped towards Misery, who still didn't move a muscle. "If you want something cut then I'll cut you up!"
Iris had already jumped into action and ran up behind him, grabbing his right hand and trying to make him drop the glass. Skullboy didn't even seem to notice as she tried to pull his hand back, but then he snapped his forearm free and elbowed her in her forehead. I ran over to help too as Iris fell back on the floor, landing on the mess of food and broken glass. Her hand was bleeding a lot, but then she dropped the broken glass and slipped a little as she pushed herself up from the mess.
Misery stood like a statue as Skullboy got closer. Poe suddenly flew in between them, facing him. "Now Skullboy, don't do anything rash. Let's take a minute to think..."
Skullboy smacked him with the back of his hand so hard that Poe hit the wall with a loud SPLAT! My good friend fell face first on the floor and laid there, not moving. I ran over to him and shook him a bit. He was breathing but still didn't move or open his eyes. Instead he just groaned, "Misery..."
I turned to look just as Skullboy ripped her crosier out of her hands, raising it like a baseball bat before he smacked the side of Misery's head with it. She slowly raised her head back up and stared at him again. He threw the staff across the room. It hit the painting of my parents and me and ripped it.
Then he punched her in the chest so hard that it made her crumple and fall forward. His bony fingers dug into the sides of her head as he made her look up at him. "You stupid fucking bitch! What the fuck is your problem!" he screamed as he reared his right leg back, then he kneed her hard in the face. When he put his foot back down there was blood literally dripping from her nose.
I got really mad. I stood up and faced him, but instead of being too scared to move I was just so angry I just couldn't think straight.
Iris ran into him full force and hit him with her shoulder so hard she knocked herself on the floor. I thought for sure she'd have knocked him into pieces, but instead he only fell back on one foot for a second. His right hand had been yanked so hard that his fingers left gashes across the left side of Misery's face. Then he gripped Misery's throat and squeezed hard while raising his other hand in a fist.
Misery hung like a rag doll in his hand and just kept staring up at him, completely emotionless. Skullboy punched her face a few times. "How dare you cut off your hair! Do you know how much money I'm gonna lose because of this!" He leaned forward, letting Misery crumple to her knees before he let go of her throat. He stepped back on his right foot and raised his left. Iris tried to tackle him again from the other side, but without even looking he swung back his hand and smacked her head so hard that she fell on the floor behind him. She pushed herself up on all fours and shook her head to regain her senses.
Skullboy screamed at Misery again, "You're worthless to me now and you're gonna pay, you stupid shitfucker!" Skullboy kicked Misery in the head so hard that she fell back on the floor and landed on her side, her eyes now closed.
Frank and Len were suddenly there trying to hold him back, but he just reached back over his shoulders and smacked both their heads together a few times. They wobbled over to the door frame and grabbed it. Skullboy got on one knee and rolled Misery onto her back. Her eyes slowly opened but she still didn't show any fear, any hurt, or anything at all. Then he started pummeling her face and body with both fists.
I finally felt my feet hitting the ground and realized I was stomping over there. My heart was going like crazy, my ears were pounding and everything seemed to go red.
Skullboy got up and started kicking Misery really hard, and he'd even kicked her in the head once or twice before Iris, Frank and Len were on him again. Even Scaredy Bat was desperately holding onto Skullboy's kicking foot and fluttering his wings like mad. Skullboy jerked his whole body, throwing Frank and Len onto the ground. Then he grabbed Iris by the throat and choked her. He pushed her hard so that she tripped over Misery and fell back on her butt, and he'd let his arm go with her so that his hand was still strangling her; it was also flexing its elbow to keep hitting her in the face with his upper arm while she fought to pull it off.
Now panting hard he growled down at Misery, "I only need one arm to kill you. Maybe not even." Then he stomped her chest really hard, jolting Scaredy off of his leg too. Then again. Then even harder...
Iris fell back on the floor and stopped moving even while Frank and Len were fighting to get Skullboy's arm off her neck. They managed to pull it off and then started trying to revive Iris.
The arm crawled its way back to Skullboy, reaching him just as I got there. By now my ears and face were burning, and my fists were clenched so tight that it hurt. Skullboy knelt down and reattached his arm, and that's when I knew what I was going to do. What I couldn't stop myself from doing even if I wanted to. And I didn't want to stop myself.
Skullboy raised both of his hands high and made a two-handed fist. It was the perfect opening. He brought his arms really far back behind his head so he could smash Misery's face really hard. I wasn't going to give him the chance. I leaned forward and raised my right leg, bending it and pulling it back as hard as I could so I could kick his stupid head off!
Then my left foot slipped on Misery's blood and I spun around, landing hard on my butt. My upper body fell right on top of Misery. Then WHAM! Skullboy's combined fists came down right on the side of my face. I thought I heard something crack. It hurt so bad I started bawling like a baby.
"Oh Ruby!" Skullboy cooed as he leaned in.
"Don't hurt her! It's not he fault. Please don't kill her..." I begged, but he didn't answer. Maybe I was crying too hard for him to understand me, but at least his rampage seemed to have suddenly stopped.
He pulled me off of Misery and picked me up in his arms while I kept crying. He looked at the others. "Why are you three just standing there? Get me some washcloths and the first aid kit!" he snapped. He carried me into the Great Hall and put me in my chair as Iris rushed in with a tray. She put it on the table and started to dab my bleeding nose with a wet cloth, held in her bandaged hand. I could see the blood still seeping through.
Skullboy started filling the ice bag and Iris leaned in close to whisper, "Frank and Len are taking Misery to her room. Scaredy and Boo Boo are taking care of Poe." She pulled back quickly, probably still really scared, as Skullboy turned and put the ice pack over the right side of my face. She looked at me, very sad. I wanted to tell her I was okay, even if really it hurt a lot, but after just a few seconds she turned and scampered off.
He had me hold the ice pack myself while he sat down next to me and shuffled a bit until I was sitting in his lap. He was kind of cradling me, so I had to look him in the face. "Oh Ruby," he sighed, "your lovely face - I'm so sorry! I never meant to hit you. I was just so mad at Misery that I didn't see you." Then he looked a bit more deeply into my eyes and I could feel him shaking a little. His tone got a little sharper. "But you really shouldn't have gotten in the way."
I nodded. I wasn't going to disagree.
"You know that I only do what's best for you girls, so you can keep living here with them and have nice things. But I can't do that unless everyone does what they're supposed to, and more importantly, not do things they shouldn't." His grip on me tightened. "Misery never should have cut off her hair. She knows that her customers like her not just 'cause she'll let them do whatever they want, but also because she's so beautiful. And her perfect hair makes her ten times more beautiful. But now that she cut it off a lot of customers won't want her anymore, and those who do won't pay nearly as much." He moved his face in really close to mine. My whole body felt as cold as the ice pack. "Now how am I supposed to keep everything running smoothly if she's going to make me lose so much money?"
Tears started running out of my open eye. "It'll grow back," I whined. "I'll make sure she never does it again, I promise! Please don't kill her!" I realized saying that last thing was a big mistake as I was saying it.
Skullboy scowled at me. "Kill her?" he huffed. "Is that what you think of me? Some monster who loses all control at every little thing?"
I pulled the ice pack away and shook my head furiously. "No no no... Of course you're not! I'm sorry! It was stupid of me to say that!"
That seemed to appease him and he relaxed a little. My face was throbbing really hard and fast, just like my heart was going. I jammed the ice pack back onto my face. He smiled again. "No, Ruby, I get why you're scared, but there's no way I'd get rid of one of the other girls unless I couldn't control them anymore."
Then he slumped in the chair and almost dropped me until I grabbed him tighter. He sighed. "But even I can't figure Misery out. I'm always very good to her, and she always does whatever she's told. But now I don't know what's suddenly changed. And considering what her customers do I really don't know how to get her back in line except by being super extra hard on her now." He pulled me up and cradled me while staring right into my face. "And you know I have to, right?"
I nodded while breathing, "Right..."
"So what can I do to Misery...?" he asked himself but was cut short.
"Hey guys!" Iris called out as she ran back in. For some reason she was smiling really hard, and that made me a little mad because of everything. She came right up to us and, before Skullboy could say a word, she continued, "I know what will make you both feel a whole lot better!" She put her un-bandaged hand over mine on the ice pack and gripped it, a bit tight, and I could feel her hand trembling really hard. "A nice hot bubble bath!" she explained. "I already filled the big tub in my room and put in all sorts of perfumes and oils and there's candles and everything!"
She winced just as Skullboy picked up his free hand but he only put it to his chin, stroking it as he looked up in thought. "That's not a bad idea. Not bad at all." He looked back at Iris and added, "And while we're in the tub you can clean everything up." Then he started to get me on my feet.
"Okay, but..." She hesitated when Skullboy shot her a stern glance. "But why don't I help you get Ruby upstairs first... Okay?"
"Right," he sighed.
Iris helped him get me to my feet and then we started up the stairs, Skullboy walking up backwards and holding my hand, but his head was turned to look up the stairs. I held the handrail with my other hand and Iris walked a step below me, holding me up by my underarms. I felt kind of stupid because they were making such a fuss when only my face hurt.
Halfway up Skullboy looked away for just a second and Iris suddenly pushed me into the handrail. Then she grabbed my waist to stand me up again. With her head so close she whispered, "Misery's not dead but she won't wake up, and I can't find her shroud." Iris hushed up when Skullboy turned back to see what had happened, but then he started looking behind himself again.
"I searched everywhere!" her voice rasped. "Do you have any idea where she'd hide it?"
I could only shake my head as my heart fell into my stomach.
"I'll keep looking. I think I can make it work if the boys help me," she whispered as we reached her bedroom. Then she said out loud, "Let's get her to the bed so I can undress her." Skullboy complied and then Iris immediately started pulling off my clothes while Skullboy undressed himself. It seemed like it took less than a minute for Iris to strip me completely naked. Then she pretended I needed help standing up as she whispered into my ear, "Don't worry. Just whatever you do, keep Skullboy up here in the tub as long as you can. No matter what you have to do, okay?"
"But what about Misery?" I whimpered.
"Please! Just promise me you'll keep Skullboy in there as long as you can. We'll take care of the rest." She was really shaking now, but she was so adamant that I had to agree.
Iris quickly led me to Skullboy, and as soon as he took my hand she ran off. I was scared because she had to take care of Misery with only the boys to help. And I don't mean to be mean, but sometimes they're not very smart. They're really bad at doing what they're told because they confused each other a lot. But then I thought at least Scaredy Bat would clean up the mess for her, if he hadn't already.
Anyway, Skullboy led me into the master bathroom. It was truly awesome: there were at least dozens of candles making the whole room glow beautifully. The large bathtub was nearly overflowing with suds and hundreds of tiny bubbles that twinkled and changed colors with the flickering candlelight. The air was warm, wet and very sweet smelling, except there was one weird smell, probably because she'd been in a rush and used some fragrances that clashed, I thought.
Still, Skullboy seemed as awestruck as me. With a big smile he stepped into the tub and then helped me in. He sat down first and stretched out a bit before he sat me down next to him. "Ooh, it tingles!" he laughed, and that made me laugh too. He put his arm under my neck and turned to face me. With the fingertips of his other hand he gently caressed the big bruise on my right cheek, all the time looking me right in the eyes.
I rolled onto my side to make it easier for him, and then I wrapped my arms around his chest while putting a leg up over his. He smiled and quickly moved his underwater hand down to cup my ass cheek, then he started stroking the inside of my left thigh. I cuddled against him and enjoyed his attentions for a few minutes, but then I decided to be naughty myself and reach down into his pelvis. I tickled his tailbone up and down, making him stop for a moment and sigh with pleasure.
"Ooh, that tingles even more. It's like I'm extra sensitive or something."
"Maybe it's the hot water," I murmured with a big smile. Then I wrapped my hand around his bone cock, making it twitch hard in my hand. I stroked him a little while kissing along his bony cheek. He started running his hand through my hair, just rubbing and petting. But his underwater hand was even bolder, two fingers slipping between my thighs and tickling up and down my slit while the others worked their way between my half separated bumcakes.
I kissed him really hard, trying to get into the moment. And maybe make myself forget what had happened less than twenty minutes ago. At first I kissed him as deeply as I could without being forceful, but he quickly turned up the heat and soon he was gripping the back of my head hard and forcing his tongue against mine like it was a wrestling match. I fought back and tongued the inside of his mouth hard as I could. Meanwhile I kept working his tailbone more and more, and it almost seemed like it was pulsing out a little farther than usual each time I pulled on it. He started sticking one of his fingers into my butthole, working it in very slowly.
He pulled his mouth off of mine and I kept kissing the side of his face and his chin really hard. Suddenly he gasped, "Geez Ruby, you're so tight today!" He pulled his hand away from my head, again pulling out a few hairs, and began squeezing and kneading my chest. We started kissing really hard again as he finally forced a finger into my butt and started wiggling it around. It didn't seem like he was moving it as hard as the last time, but this time there was a different kind of tingling, almost a light stinging that made me quiver. Maybe it was just the soapy water.
Suddenly he grabbed my right knee and pulled it off him and up out of the water, stretching my thighs as he pushed his body underneath me until I was lying face down on top of him. He wedged my knee against the wall of the tub. "Keep it there," he ordered and I did my best. It left my pussy fully exposed, and from the way he was panting and squirming I knew whatever he had in mind was gonna be good. He pulled his finger from my ass and quickly started forcing two fingers into my pussy, working hard but going in very slowly for some reason.
"How would you feel about having my femur shoved into the really tight little cunt of yours?"
I moaned and practically melted on top of him. It almost felt like I was sinking into him. I spread my thighs as far as I could, putting my left knee up on the edge of the tub and wrapping my foot around the lip. It was all slippery but I was pretty sure I could stay put like that. Skullboy reached down with his left hand and took a second to separate his left upper leg from his body. He pulled it up out of the water, rubbing the big knobby end against my hungry, tingling pussy. I looked behind me to see him positioning the heel of that leg against he inside of the soap dish. I gasped because I knew he'd be able to push into me extra hard and fast that way. Then he put the large end up against my opening and started rubbing back and forth. I knew I had to be really wet myself by then, and I was sure all of the bath oils would only make things even slicker. Then he pulled the tip in really hard and started to push.
But it just popped away between us. Skullboy tried again, but this time it popped up and slipped out of his grip, landing on my back. I could see that he was starting to get really frustrated. He grabbed it again and I tried to spread myself even wider than before. I looked behind and watched as he tried to shove it in, but I saw the whole thing bent up into an arc before slipping away again.
"This has never happened to me before!" he yelped.
I rolled onto my side to see what was the matter, but then I realized that I really was sinking into him. All of his bones had gone soft! I was so horrified and scared that I just started screaming and screaming at the top of my lungs.
"Ruby, what's happening to me?" he begged as he tried to pull himself out of the tub, but except for his left arm and head the rest of his skeleton just bent and sank back into the water. "Help me please! Help!" he cried out while flailing his okay arm.
Before I knew it Iris was there, pulling me out of the tub. She wrapped a towel around me. "Go rinse off in the other bathroom." She was almost pushing me.
I turned around to the tub. "What about Skullboy? What's happening to him!"
"I think I know what's wrong," Iris explained as she opened the cabinet. "I must have used too much of this." Then with a huge smile she held out a big bottle of that clear vinegar. It seemed like a weird thing to use in a bubblebath, but at least I finally knew what the odd smell was. "You better go rinse it off, Ruby." Then her voice suddenly got low, "I know how to take care of Skullboy."
"No Ruby! Don't leave me!" Skullboy yelped before Iris pushed his head underwater, then she pushed his grasping arm into the tub too.
"What are you doing?" I gasped.
"You see, I know how to fix it, but if I don't soften up the rest of him then it will make his skull too hard," she explained. Then she laughed. It sounded a bit like her fake laugh. "You better rinse off quick." Then she started to shoo me out of the bathroom.
I felt a tapping on my lower leg and then saw Poe there, all beaten and bruised. But he sounded like his old self, "Don't you worry about that, my dear Ruby. Just run along and we'll deal with Skullboy." Looking at how much he was beaten up made me feel really bad for him, so I just did what he told me. I ran to the bathroom down the hall and jumped in the shower. As I stood under the streaming hot water I started crying. I was shaking and felt so weak that I had to sit down, and soon I was curled up in the bottom of the tub, crying my eyes out.
I started to think about Misery again. She wanted to die. And even when I did everything I could to keep her safe and make her feel happy she still wanted to just die so bad that she'd set Skullboy off. But it wasn't her fault: it was my fault! If I had just called for Skullboy when I should have that night then she never would have known about happiness and everything would be the same.
But then I thought about how much worse that would be. If none of this had ever happened then Misery would be still be alone and hurting so bad inside, never knowing what it's like to have friends, or the joy of actual love in lovemaking. And Iris and me never would have had a chance to know and even love her too. Misery wouldn't have even had the fun of rolling down a hill or picking blueberries...
I jumped out of the shower, not even bothering to turn off the water or grab a towel. I ran down the stairs, threw open the front doors and ran naked down the path even though it was so cold. Finally I came to the hill and ran down so fast that I tripped, rolling a bit before I could get up again.
Then I saw it: Misery's shroud was all tangled in the blueberry bushes. Maybe she didn't want to live, but she wanted me and Iris to have something to remember her by. And something to protect us when Skullboy beat us up. Despite everything else, she knew in her heart that we'd come back to the blueberry bushes and think about her.
I tried to be careful while getting it out of the bushes. She'd put it in there really good, maybe so it wouldn't blow away. And I was shivering and in a rush. But when I remembered to pull slowly the whole thing simply slid out. I clutched it in one hand and half-climbed back up the hill with the other. I ran back into my home and straight down to Misery's room. She was laying on her bed of nails, not moving except for her chest rising and falling as she struggled for air. There was a sickening gurgling sound with each breath.
Frank and Len were sitting on a stool on the other side of the bed, watching her until I came in. Then both of their jaws suddenly dropped.
"Come here!" I yelled.
"With pleasure!"
I didn't figure it out until later, but it didn't matter. They didn't mess up and we made Misery better. Well, except this time when I was done my face hurt a lot more, and it took nearly two weeks for the bruise to heal.
Things were just weird after Skullboy went away. For a while Iris would tell me that Skullboy was going to be away just a bit longer, until he got better. I kept waiting, just looking out the window all day and all night and waiting for him to walk up to the door. Sometimes Poe would wake me up late at night, when I'd fallen asleep on the front steps or at the kitchen table, and he'd make me go to bed. Other times I'd wake up with a blanket over me and a pillow under my head, and I kind of knew it was him too.
Poe also spent a lot of time with Iris in the workshop for a couple of weeks. See, the day after the big fight Iris used Misery's shroud to heal him too. I guess when they could feel each other's thoughts, or I guess the shroud really lets our souls touch, they started acting different than usual but the same as each other. They even talked the same sometimes, but a lot of it was hard to understand and then they'd both laugh. Jokes that they never really could explain, so after a while I stopped asking.
Anyway, for some reason it also made Poe more active and Iris more constructive. She was good at fixing all of the things she broke around the house, but now the two of them were repairing all of the little stuff that I'd never had the time or money to get to. They fixed up the kitchen really nice, and they even put a bunch of matching brightly polished ivory handles on all of the drawers and cabinets. (Well, it wasn't real ivory because they said they'd never hurt something innocent. But then they made another one of their "inside jokes" and started laughing really hard.)
Iris even used a bunch of the stuff to completely redecorate her bathroom, and they must have gotten a really good deal on that fake ivory because she went all out! She did the handles, soap dish, toilet seat, towel racks... When she put those in I said the rods for the towel racks were too skinny and would break, especially with how rough she could be, but she said no way. Then she smacked one with a hammer really hard a few times and there wasn't even a chip.
Misery was very quiet for a while, but every time I saw her I couldn't help but give her a big hug, whether or not she seemed like she wanted it. In the end she always did. Then one morning she came right up and hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. The next day she surprised me even more by cooking breakfast... or at least she tried to. She burnt it, but we all ate it anyway.
It was blueberry pancakes.
That day we also tried making love in Misery's room for the first time. Iris figured out how to lie in the bed with Misery but I still got poked too much. We had to do it on the cold, dusty floor, and that didn't feel good. (Besides, I felt weird with all the dust bunnies watching us!) I guess we really should do it in her room once in a while, but it's still a lot more fun in Iris's or mine.
Oh, and we also thought that since there were so many rooms that no one ever went into that we should try doing it in them too, every single one. That way we'd get to know the mansion better and all the rooms would have happy memories.
Soon Misery's hair started growing back, really fast too, and Iris and Poe eventually started to be like their old selves. Iris would spend all day playing and running around, even better (or worse!) than usual because we all got to sleep a lot more. Poe and I started hanging out together and he takes me flying again now and reads to me, but no matter what he still ends up telling me about himself, like always. I still like that.
Even though he and Scaredy and the boys were still paying rent things were getting tight. So Poe talked me into going into Skullboy's room (which had been the library) and using some of the money to pay the girls' rent, and Skullboy's too even though he was away. Iris cheered as she smashed open his door with the sledgehammer, even though it really scared me when she did it. But like I said, she always fixes what she breaks.
Anyway, Poe and I found the money. A lot of money. It would have covered everyone's rent for a really long time by itself. It should have been more than enough for Skullboy to buy a Cadillac. Poe took most of it and got each of us girls savings accounts and investments and stuff. He was gonna put Skullboy's name on the accounts too, since he was in charge and we didn't want him to get mad. But Poe couldn't find any of Skullboy's IDs so it was just in us girls' names.
Thinking about that made me miss Skullboy all over again. I started waiting up for him again until Iris told me that he was actually hurt a lot more than they'd thought and they had to send him really far away to get better. But then she told me not to be so sad because, in a way, Skullboy was still all around us. (I think maybe she was making fun of what people say at funerals because she laughed really hard after she said that.) And then she said that maybe it would help get things back to normal if we went back to work again, for at least a night or two per week. I didn't think we could without Skullboy, especially since she wanted Poe to take over - or well, fill in for him. I thought it'd be tough because Poe is nothing like Skullboy when it comes to talking to people, plus how would he protect us?
Well, it turns out that his brothers Edgar and Allan look really tough, especially when they'd suddenly fly out and land on the lamppost, casting huge shadows while their bodies glowed like the flames themselves. Some of the customers made jokes about that and some guy named Alfred Hitchcock, but I still don't get it.
Now Poe did talk too much at first, but there weren't many customers coming around anymore. I guess they thought we'd gone for good. (Well, in a way I had too.) But some of the regulars were still checking once in a while (Eagle Mary was the very first!), and any trick who'd do that was so happy to see us back that they didn't mind. That way Poe eased into the job. When business started to pick up again he got even happier all around. One night the police came and gave him a really hard time, and I thought they were going to beat him up or something. He was scared at first, but after talking to them in the alley for a while they all came out like they were good friends. He said it was the best thrill he'd had in the longest time.
It was all very different with Poe. When we first went back and it was still slow he'd tell us to go inside to warm up and talk whenever we wanted. And even when it started getting busy again he'd still let us take breaks and naps, even if there were customers waiting. Poe would chat with them and, like always, talk about himself. But a few guys said they liked Poe better because he was nice and never asked any of them about themselves. So I guess Skullboy was wrong about having to know stuff about them and keep them a little on edge.
Either way, it was really nice to get to make love with lots of people again, and doing normal our stuff took my mind off the bad things. And even though I didn't need to worry about money so much it was still nice to have a little more. I got some really nice kitchen appliances and a few new cookbooks to try out.
I could even afford to have a guy who's really good fix my family painting. When I took it down and started taking the tacks out it I saw something written on it: Sleutel. I muttered, "What the heck does sleutel mean?" Doom suddenly went nuts! She started biting at my stockings and stuff and I thought she was playing at first, but she was running around me and making all sorts of signs with her tail. I put the picture down and then she ran back and forth to the stairs, then did the same as I went up and she led me to a room. My dad's old office. I wasn't allowed in there by myself when I was little so I never went in there even though I was older. But Doom was going wild trying to get in. As soon as I opened the door she immediately jumped up on a cabinet, next to a picture of me, and she started pushing on the frame with her paw. I went over to see and found a safe with a tiny keyhole... like for the key on Doom's collar.
Inside there was a lot of neat stuff: my mother's nice jewelry, gold coins and other money, a bunch of old passbooks with really big numbers in them! Then there were lots of photographs of all sorts of people and my parents having fun around the house with lots of other people. And I mean the kind of fun that Iris, Misery and me have at work... and all around the house! Though it was weird to see my parents doing some of that stuff too it was also great to see them looking so happy.
That's how I want to remember them.
When Poe saw the pictures he said he recognized a lot of the people even though they're older now, including the mayor, some city councilors, and important business people. He looked at them over and over again like he was under a spell. Then he just said, "This is a real game changer. No one can touch us now."
We worked almost every night for a few weeks after that, but that was only so Poe could tell all the customers we wouldn't be at the inn anymore. And every day we worked on fixing up and cleaning a bunch of the bedrooms. Man were we tired when we were done!
Then Gloom Manor was open for business - again, after so many years.
We just do it two or three nights a week now, plus appointments for the special clients we really like. It's mostly just for fun really. And boy do we have fun! I got some other girls and a couple of boys to work with us. We even got a Luna Beast turning tricks! A few of the new people live here now too, so the house is always full of activity and there are more people to cook for, and more people to do some of the cooking and cleaning too.
Frank and Len are happier now too because we pay them do short shows and play background music when the manor is open, plus it leaves them free to do other gigs on weekends. (I think Iris and Misery fuck them once in a while too now. Maybe I'll even try it.) We even do sex shows in front of everyone, and though it makes me blush it also gives me a real thrill. Sometimes we have Misery whip and do stuff to me and Iris, you know, to let her have a turn at being in charge. She always heals us later anyway, and she still lets her customers do all that stuff to her if they want. But she has some really nice regulars now too.
Scaredy Bat still insists on keeping everything tidy, though it's a lot more work when we're open because each room needs a touch up and new bedding between tricks. He still wanted to pay rent, so Poe told me to tell him I'd kick him out if he didn't let me pay him and stuff. I also have some of the others clean for him too. It took a while, but I think Scaredy is starting to like being a boss.
But the most precious thing I found in the safe were these books. My family journals. Sometimes I pick one up and read about all of the stuff my parents did, and a lot of times about what I did when I was little and how much they loved me. The beginning of the last journal is kind of sad because Papa wrote about how much he missed Mommy and how he was so scared for me because he was so sick too. He said he even paid a witch a lot of money to conjure up some magical creature to come take care of me. It was supposed to be a nearly indestructible being who would protect me and make sure I was good and love me more than anything. I guess it didn't work, and boy am I glad because it actually sounds really scary. Phew!
Anyway, now I feel safe, happy and loved again - and with Iris and Misery I feel really really loved, if you know what I mean. <3
So anyway, that's why it makes me feel so good to write in this journal after where my father left off. Even with all of the bad stuff that's happened, it's nice to know that this book will be filled with nothing but happy stories from now on. And let's hope that I, and someday my own kids, will fill up many more volumes after this one too.

With all of my love and until next time,
Ruby Gloom
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