Just another day

Damn. This place was worse than the last. That one worse that the one before. At this rate who knew what was next. ST. Christina’s sounded like a convent or private school more than a place to lock away the insane. Levi didn’t care about saying that , he was locked up here with people that were crazy, nuts, looney… he would even say it to their faces to see if it provoked them. Just one smack, one nail pressed down hard for a little to long, one punch or kick, he would take any of it.

Where was that Tara girl? He had noticed her on the plane but hadn’t really seen her since then. He wanted to know if she could deliver, truly deliver what she offered. If the girl was good at it, Levi would do almost anything to get it from her. Sneaking into the girls dorms to find out where she was had crossed his mind. He didn’t care whether or not she was all right or safe, it was more like a drug and Tara might be able to give him his fix. It would be rather difficult to sneak into the girls’ place without getting caught and while he didn’t care so much about being caught; Levi wouldn’t want it to happen until after he had gotten what he wanted.

Right now though Levi was stuck wandering the grounds partially out of boredom, partially out of trying to run into Tara again and partially out of trying to figure out a decent way to get some pain; anything would do really even something small. He hadn’t found much besides climbing a tree and jumping from it, which was tempting and he might save it for later. He instead took a seat on the grass and looked around, there had to at least be someone to watch, right?

To speak of the devil was to bring him forth. Perhaps Tara Anne was simply his minion. Or perhaps she was possessed. A demon in her as he father used to claim. Flimsy justification for treatment that she still carried the marks of. The very suggestion of the religious quackers would raise a rage in her now. The subject had to be handled delicately and at an arm's length. Then she could talk to the cows came home. Just don't shove it in her face. But then that was what they all so loved to do with that knowledge. Shoving it.

Waking up in the infirmary post plane trip had been unpleasant but expected. There was a large red scratch and puncture on her skin where she'd struggled against the the security officer's needle. She's know it was coming. Hell she'd aimed for it but that never meant she'd enjoy getting stuck and drugged. When she woke up she was informed that she had a 'haircut' scheduled before she was to return to her dorm. By 'haircut', of course, they'd meant removal. Her knit cap had come off in the struggle and her secret shame laid bare to the officer. A scalp that looked like it had gained a serious case on mange. Torn locks, bald patches and inflamed skin. To top it all off her hat was snatched off the floor by someone when the officer returned for it. They promised her a warm hat for when the weather got colder but for now she was exposed.

She tried to pretend it didn't bother her but there was something vital about a young woman's femininity that tangled in their hair. Without it... It was hard to feel like herself. Even harder to feel like a worthwhile version of her self. After the hum of the clippers, after the last of her hair hit the tiled floor. She found herself in her new dorm, staring at the scorn edition of herself in the mirror. The bald head made her look strange, alien. Her eyes seemed huge and her freckles stark. Plus, the clippers broke the hairs different than she did. Her head looked a bit like a globe. masses of clean bald next to tightly cropped cut hairs. She was patchy, but it wasn't as obvious as it had been. Still her fingers picked and pulled, her eyebrows growing sparse.

She needed some air. So she walked on out. Doing her best to keep her head held high despite it's strangeness and ignoring the voice in her head that hold her she out to keep her crazy, homely ass inside. Hidden away. She dressed in a jean skirt and a baseball t-shirt, items she'd carried with her since time at the Hope Foundation. Donated items. With stories built on to them before they came into her hands. She tried to get her fingers to pick at the 3/4 length sleeve of her shirt instead of going for her eyelashes. Anything to keep those. She walked along. Keeping to herself for a moment, in her own little world.

Levi in his jeans and black shirt kept an eye out for something interesting to happen but really there was nothing. His hands reached into the grass and started pulling it out one blade at a time. It was just something to do. He was bored extremely bored. His hand reached down and came back up with a blade of grass and an ant. Oh….do they sting, bite…something. He let the little black creature crawl on to his hand and over his arm. Allowing it to move from one arm to the other and nothing came of it, except an ant crawling on him Must just be the red ones couldn’t be lucky enough to run into a hill of those could he?

There wasn’t any thought of whether he would get caught or people would see. The boy didn’t care if the world saw. He wasn’t exactly secretive about such things. In therapy sessions he was more the one to tell about what he had done to harm himself in a sort of uncaring tone unless it was a really good one. A red ant hill, that would be spectacular actually, he would have those stings for a while. The thought alone was good in his mind.

He continued to watch around him and eventually the ant went off his body. It was about this same time that he spotted a familiar face walking in the great outside. The first thing he noticed was that her hair had been removed. It surprised him a little but it wasn’t as if he cared though curiosity made him wonder what had happened. He called out. ”Hey Tara.”

Tara Anna was too long to be bothered with and if she got pissed at him for not calling her Tara Anne well it wasn’t as if he cared. Levi just waited to see if Tara Anne saw him and came over, he hoped she was in a bad mood after having her hair removed. The time Levi would have if the girl took it out on him.

The warmth of the day didn't relate to her at the moment. Tara Anne longed for a bitter cold. The kind where she's exhale her warm breath into the air and watch it turn snow white. Like unflavored candy floss, starkly defying gravity. That would seem so much more appropriate for a melancholy stroll like this. But, as she'd learned at Hadley the new york edition, nothing here was ever right. The here could change all it wanted but the truth of it would remain the same. Staunch and unwavering in the face of naive optimists.

Someone called her name, or half of it at least. She turned to the sound to see the lips it came from. Seeing Levi a ways way Tara considered her options. They might be watching her like a hawk... but then they also could have forgotten about her in the whirlwind that was the mass arrival. Besides, the boy had taken her in enough the be able to still recognize her without her hat or hair. That was commendable in some sad way. Maybe she intrigued him or maybe he was simply, terribly desperate to get off. Either way she was curious enough to slowly walk over. Studying him and his frame as she moved closer.

"Hey." was her greeting at first. It sounded detached at best but it was all she could manage at the moment. She paused for a moment, just looking him in the eyes. Trying for a moment to see if she could connect with something there, she felt too off for that at the moment, nothing clicked. She moved to sit down beside him instead. This could be purely physical today. Just something to take her mind off of things. She frankly didn't care what it took his mind to. As subtly as she could, hoping to avoid suspicion she slipped her hand closest to him up the back of his shirt. Pushing the nail of her thumb into the fleshy part between the bones of his hips, spine and ribs. Feeling the protest of a body beneath her finger all flesh and heat loosened her up a little. She so hoped her squirmed.

Detached, Levi noticed it in her voice but there wasn’t anything he really thought much of. The boy was always to a degree detached mostly from the people around him. He just never felt connections with others at least not according to his past therapists and his family. He had never really felt connected. Any connection to Tara Anna was more of a physical needing it type of thing. There was more of a need than a want by this point; it had been just so long since he had had it.

The pain itself didn’t just turn him on, it made his whole body feel. It alone could take him there to that place of ecstasy if done long enough and in the right way. Too many it would seem would stop or be stopped before he truly got what he wanted. Watching Tara Anne as she came over, looked at him and then sat down. His mind was starting to go to all the ways she could torture him if only they weren’t here. Creativity might be called for and apparently Tara Anne had some of her own.

Levi waited with anticipation to what she would do as he felt her hand under his shirt. Then it came, the thumb nail into his body. His body moved slightly as a natural protest but then Levi closed his eyes and let out a breath while leaning into the cause of the pain. That felt good and his mind was already starting to drift to other things. The boy wanted more; maybe she could dig into his skin a little or something. He turned to her and quietly enough so no one else could hear asked. “Would you like it if I squirmed?”

Levi had in that sentence giving control of his body to her, Tara Anne had full right to do what she chose to it. He enjoyed that idea though getting to Levi to actually squirm took some doing and he was willing to help her in causing him that kind of pain if that’s what she wanted. Whatever Tara Anne wanted from him was fine if he could get more of the pain.

It was so strange, sitting beside him like they were talking the weather. Like it was all nothing but a pleasant conversation and perhaps her hand placed on his back. It probably was all that sneaky if anyone took more than a brief glance, but still. It was about as subtle that could be managed. She watched his face as they sat there and for all intensive purposes using each other. It wasn't traditional one night stand style sex, of course not. But for them wasn't it all the same. Because already there was a feeling of excitement in her. Honestly from the moment she saw him it began. The mere knowing of what she could do to him and what he wanted from her was enough for the feeling of her body heat to become more apparent.

"Not if you're faking it." Scooting in a little closer she gained herself a little more room to work her hands. A little bite and what may have been the fragment of a smile graced her face. She'd work for it if she had to. Her brain was churning, considering what she could do without throwing up every red flag available at St. Christina's. Tara Anne was never really one for blood. It was always something she'd do if she had rubber gloves and such but given the choice she usually leaned towards abuses that left bruises instead. Given where they were however, she may have to make a concession. She knew that.

Perhaps if she just broke a tiny bit of skin, enough that he could hide it easily. With a measured inhale she turned her hand to bring the fingernails of her index finger and thumb to his skin. Picking up the tiniest bit skin she could with her nails she pinched down hard. Hoping to break skin or at least push this a little further before she snapped and simply went all out without caring who saw. Her other free hand reached over. Digging her nails into whatever other skin she could reach and dragging them across. Her hazel eyes fixed on this boy and his face. Just wordlessly trying to give a practical stranger what he wanted.

To Levi this seemed like it should be, actually if she had wanted to be louder and more on display he would be more than willing to do that to. He was excited by the pain, the sneakiness while necessary added very little to it but he did not care as long as he got what he wanted. If they got caught he didn’t really care though maybe she did and for that he was willing to be cautious. After all if they got caught where would he get this from? Just the idea that if she could only deliver sent him watching for her that would be something.

A slight but actual grin caught his lips as she spoke. ”I promise no faking but feel free to what you want to make it happen.” Levi wanted to squirm probably as much as Tara Anna wanted him to but after years of abusing himself he had a developed a somewhat high threshold, not what he wanted to have happen but it had. The boy was all for whatever it took, he liked watching his own blood so if blood was involved there wasn’t any dislike on his part.

Waiting to see what would come next, he breathed with anticipation. Then came the pinch and the boy could feel it though his body making Levi wish even more that there was some place to go to just have Tara Anna have full access to him. Damn, though he wasn’t even allowed off the premises. There went the other nails, digging and scratching at his body. The boy’s breath drew faster, he wanted more of this. He quietly requested…”Deeper.” Asking that she do what she just did only a little deeper and harder. His eyes gave away that he would be willing to do almost anything to just get more of what he wanted. Though they really hadn’t established anything before going into this …he didn’t care really what she wanted. She could have gotten the boy to do almost anything now for a promise of more of this.

A question nagged at her mind. One she knew she should ask, and yet seemed to refuse to leave the back of her throat. She might have grown up and uneducated country bumpkin but that didn't mean she was stupid. During her time in the city she'd been taught how to be safe. The importance of knowledge, given that it was power and all. When Tara Anne had been in Salt Lake City it had been so easy. The question was nothing when all the power was in your hands. But still the words stuck fast. Refusing to be asked, because as necessary as it was it was still an annoying and awkward question that could really rub some people the wrong way, ruin everything. Besides, there was still no guarantee that they wouldn't just lie. So what was the point?

The point was she had a daughter to think about. Where would Vivien be if her mother made the stupid decision of silence? Out a role model at least, and possibly a mother if Tara ended up with AIDS or something. She might not have taken any schooling past the eighth grade but she had to be smarter than all that. She couldn't allow herself to be as dumb as they tried to keep her. So she knew she had to. Like it or not. She paused, her hands slowing to a stop. A little exhale to gather a little resolve. Then she spoke softly, evenly. Her voice serious with something undefinable lurking beneath. Not quite fear, not quite accusation...

"Tell me the truth. Are you clean? I promise I'll keep finding a way to hurt you, I just need you to not lie to me." If she couldn't break skin there were still other ways she could get him where he wanted to be. This all felt tricky. He could lie, he could walk away. As anonymous as this felt there was nothing truly anonymous about it. Sex never was, not even their unusual brand. She wanted to keep going, and badly. But she had to wait for his answer. Her hands moved again, fingernails only lightly scratching along the small of his back. Closer to a tickle then a hurt. She watched his face with baited breathe, damn near praying for the answer she wanted.

Levi had never really thought much about whether or not he contracted HIV or any other sexually transmitted decease. He never really cared one way or the other but then again truthfully the boy hadn’t had a lot of actual partners. The only way for him to enjoy it was to get someone like Tara, someone willing to cause him pain, and really those seemed hard to find even in the psychiatric facilities he had been in. Though it was also because of those places he knew his answer to her question even before he knew the query was headed in his direction.

He had been tested and retested; it was standard procedures in a lot of places. So the answer had been given to him multiple times. Levi didn’t actually think Tara Anne was dumb, he just didn’t think about mentioning this particular subject in general. Levi didn’t care that much but did wonder if something was wrong when she stopped. That was the last thing that he wanted her to do. He was starting to breath with a more heavy tone to it. He turned almost wanting to ask but then Tara Anne spoke up.

That was a question wasn’t it…was he clean? Well, he figured she had her reasons for asking. He might be a lot of things but it was actually rare that Levi out and out lied to someone. He didn’t care who knew what about him and this wasn’t really any different. “I’d have no reason to lie. Though I can tell you that I’ve been extensively tested and I have nothing. Not even a mild case of herpes. Nothing. And I haven’t been with anyone since the last time the place I was at decided to shove me with a large needle and take blood to test me again.” He though smiled slightly as he mentioned the needle, he had rather enjoyed that. ”Really you can do whatever you want to me but feel free to just do what you’re comfortable with.” It wasn’t caring so much as knowing that when the other person was uncomfortable it sort of made the feel of the whole thing off.

He though had something he wanted to ask her before they kept going. ”So what do you want from me?” If it was someplace to let her get her own things out then fine. If she wanted perhaps someone a little subservient….Levi would actually do that to get what he wanted. Though anything that went too far on the emotional side he couldn’t do nor did any part of him really want.

"Thank you." She gave a little smile, as if he'd done something as innocent as handing her a wild daisy he'd picked. Needle. Tara had always preferred them to scalpels and things. So easy to do and so neat and sterile.. Laced through the skin and left in a little line up. Like placing the wood planks of a train track along the skin. As many as they could stand. And when you were done and each was slipped out there was only the tiniest bit of blood, like little seed beads placed on each puncture. Catching the light like coloured glass instead of something more sinister. Not like scalpels where the blood pooled, dripped and coloured the fingertips of her latex gloves. Red-handed.

"I'd like to stick you one day. Pierce a little line of needles down your belly." She admitted. Her hands moving again, his time up his back outside of his shirt. A pair of fingers moving to rest on the back of his neck above his shirt collar. They disappeared in the hair right above the base. Her fingers twisted in. Pulling a small lock tight in her fingers. Tightening till she started to feel a few strands give way, slowly, tighter and tighter, more and more. Girl were used to pulling their hair, even girl's less like her. There were french braids, tangles, all sorts of reasons to tug. Men however never seemed to be used to the sensation. She'd noticed that while someone could very well drag her around by the hair without it hurting at all, male scalps always seemed to be so sensitive there.

What did she want? A tough question to answer. It wasn't that she didn't know the answer, she did. She just didn't like telling anyone. The more people knew about her the more vulnerable she became. Fantasies included. The happiest she'd ever been had been back in Utah working for Estelle. Back there the men that paid her had taught her a lot about how she could be properly appreciated. She had been worshiped. There couldn't have possibly been anything better in the world than that. A man at her feet. Kissing every inch of her feet, then ankles, up her leg. Putting into words all the things she'd missed hearing from her once husband. That she was more than worthy, more than anything. Then begging to be stepped on, to be hurt. Because it was a privilege for her to even pay them the attention required to injure them.

So yes, she knew what she wanted, more than anything else. But she wasn't about to share it, not yet anyways. Besides, she wasn't sure it would even mean anything if it came via her request. Maybe in time she could just have him that way. If she made him realize just how much he needed her. That was more than wanting a person. She needed to be more than wanted.

"I'll keep you posted." She said simply, brushing off the question in her own way. Her hands moved to the small of his back again. Her nails digging and biting into the skin. She scratched and dug as hard as she could. Hoping to bring him the pain they were looking for.

His answer was the truth and it seemed to satisfy her which all good for him. He liked being pricked with needles or cut with knifes, bruised or marked, if he could find some one to do it he might even enjoy been branded. He was more hard core than most he had met though, usually it stopped at a certain point, even if Levi would have done more, much more than what he was given. He usually had people that would leave bruises, welts, mostly stuff like that and the rest he had to find on his own. He wondered how much Tara Anne had done and how much she was willing to do.

An actual grin formed as his imagined what she spoke of. “I’d like that as well.” He admitted. Once again, he felt her hands on him and felt anticipation to what she would do next. The waiting drove him crazy, like a slow torture that he almost couldn’t bear. Suddenly, the boy knew exactly what the girl was going for, his breath started quicken with every tug. Every pull made him want more …then she pulled tighter and more and eventually got to a point where he actually felt himself twitch, a little but it was there. The pain from this was actually exquisite. This girl had now convinced him she had talent, really talent in such things. How he wished they didn’t have to be so careful. He so wished that she could just go all out on her.

He figured if this was a one sided thing, she would only keep it up for so long before getting tired of it. Levi really didn’t want her to grow tired of hurting him. So, he was willing to do what she wanted though by her answer…well…who knew maybe she was getting something out of this already. He had heard on the other side there was sometimes just as much pleasure in providing the pain as there was for him to receive it. Her nails reached his skin, his breath already drawing quicker and deeper with every scratch…if only she could …no he doubted she would not here anyway. His hands reached towards the ground and grabbed on to the grass, if she could keep this going he knew he what would happen. His eyes closed, he was getting closer …actually the added part that they could get caught seemed to only add to it.

It wasn't as though Tara Anne wasn't enjoying herself. Quite the opposite. Just as his body reacted to the pleasure in pain, so did her's to the pleasure of power. Heat tingled and grew in her body: both in her working arms, on the crook of her neck, and between her legs. Her heart beat had slowly come on stronger and stronger since she started touching him. Now it seemed to thunder in her ears, like the pounding of tribal drums before a human sacrifice. Really, at it's core, no different then how a regular girl might react to touching a teen boy. It didn't make a difference that she was pressing pain into sensitive flesh. It showed outwardly in subtle ways. Her breathing more pronounced then when she started. The rise and fall of her chest beneath her shirt more obvious.

Her eyes slide shut for a moment. Savoring the feel of flesh giving to the pressure she applied and the sound of him and the world around them. Then open again, her hazel eyes moving along him, face, jaw, neck, shoulder. She liked the subtleties of muscle, how they reacted to anticipation and pain depending. Her nails scratched harder still, digging in deeper into that spot on his back. Her hands were beginning to ache from the effort, she new they'd be shaking from the effort when she was done but she pressed on despite it. Having some kind of tool would make this all so much easier and all the more enjoyable. But the desperate would always find a way to make due. The tribal drums of her mind egged her on. Demanding more and now.

Her body had seemed to inch closer the whole time but now she was close enough that even to an outsider, mere friendship seemed unlikely. The sense of his body and its reactions all the clearer now. The urgency of the moment and her growing lack of subtly drove her now. She bent her head and moved in tight, wrapping her lips and teeth along the place where his neck met his shoulder. She bit hard on a big space of skin at first, but found it wasn't quite enough for her. She curled into him as close as she could manage. Biting down on a small bit pulled away from his collar bone she pressed her teeth down tight as she could. Not willing to give way without a reaction or perhaps detached skin in her mouth if it came to that. Not what she would have preferred but she needed something and she needed it now.

Breath and heart were both quickening with everything she did, every pull, tug, scratch, claw even if she had been doing nothing the thoughts now of what they could be doing was getting to him. Though the physical pain was so much more than imagining it. It was making him want more. He wanted to take her, to pleasure her as she was doing to him. Right now she could have asked him to do anything with the slightest promise of more if he complied or the threat of stopping if he didn’t. He could be so submissive to those that knew how to inflict the kind of pain that he just seem to know she could. It was his truly more his drug than any actual substance he had put into his body. He grasp the grass harder with each level deeper she went with her nails. The boy was leaving his own marks on his hands from his own nails but it was only adding to his pleasure.

She had gotten closer and he waited to what she would do next. The bite made him moan, it was getting him close to a point of ecstasy. The boy could feel it with every part of his body. He started breathing heavier and faster, getting ready for what would be. She kept biting and he felt the sensation growing, he shifted and pulled, a squirm had been achieved and he was breathing even faster. He closed his eyes and allowed the pain to rush though him…he was close ….though he also felt her control over him. He reached down towards her skirt and forgetting anything about where he was he reached under the back of her skirt and starting gently rubbing the back of her thighs.

The girl had made it impossible for him to just lay there; he wanted to touch her., to feel her skin. He wanted more than that actually. If she told him to stop he would though he was well aware that she seemed to have taken control of him without even asking for it. He just wanted more and he wanted to feel it …it was so close and with every little thing it just got closer.

Finally she could feel a hint of dampness under her fingernails. Skin cells beginning to give way and blood starting to seep through the cracks created. She dug deeper still. It seemed the kind of thing he'd appreciate. A scab to pick, thus resurrecting his pain. Bring it back as a dull sting until it finally might scar over. Finally. Though it wasn't necessarily her thing she could deny feeling a sense of relief born from finally breaking the skin. A tingle up her spine and a catch to her breathe. His reaction to the pain was enough to delight her, more so than the break its self. She bite down a little harder still as she felt his skin break. Grinning into the boy's shoulder. A wolfish kind of smile that grew naturally from the moment.

Suddenly, she was surprised to find his hands moving. Out from gripping into the earth. Controlled and tight until they touched her skin. His touch was gentler than anything she had offered him. More affectionate. Stroking as opposed to groping or even scratching. She wasn't upset by it, certainly not. It landed well within the range of way in which she liked to be touched. However it wasn't something she'd experienced in a while. At least not without warning. Tara Anne saw opportunity in it however. She released her teeth and leaned back just a touch. She brought her hands back to between them instead of behind his back. That wolf smile flashed.

She pulled her right hand back just enough to place a hard suckerpunch of a slap squarely across his face. She might not have been the strongest girl in the world but with a element of surprise it should have been quite enough to put the boy in a fair bit of pain. Plus there was something innately powerful yet feminine about a slap. It was the ultimate female attack, objection, anything really. Smiling, she took his face in her hands and turned his eyes back towards her. She leaned in, her teeth almost on his shoulder again and whispered close.

"You're supposed to ask permission if you want to touch." She said it deliberately. Beginning now to give way to the things she liked. Her finger nails gripping into his shoulders on either side and her teeth biting into her shoulder once more. She liked it there. The heat of him on her face and chest, the smell of him in her nose.

The blood came from him just ever slightly; still it was like a faucet had been opened. This is what he craved for. He did enjoy this so much. The pain, the blood bringing him that much closer to ecstasy. He was losing control of his senses with every bite and the harder she did the more Levi wanted. It heightened him, made him feel something. The numbness that the boy usually had seemed to fade away only when he had pain and that sensation brought on more when he was around someone who enjoyed hurting him. She seemed to enjoy doing just that.

Levi knew the way this part worked and he would never touch her the way he liked to be touched. Not unless the girl made it clear that was what she wanted. He also wasn’t nearly as skilled in giving as receiving in that area. Levi had met only one person who was a masochist but occasionally enjoyed the other side of things as well. Though he knew there were more out there. Truth was if the person was given him pleasure he so preferred the submissive role to the dominant one.

The slap came without warning, suddenly and made him jerk his head in response leaving a wonderful sting on the boy’s face. He was certainly in pain and it was heightened by the surprise. Was that ….no…..he was about to be taught. The boy could tell by the way she held his face and made him look at her. A little but brief lesson in what Tara Anna, who had the title Mistress going though Levi’s mind repeatedly, wanted and what she expected. Levi would take a brief lessons; he would relish the corrections she was to inflict on him because this was how it worked. He got pain and pleasure, she got control and he assumed pleasure as well. Not only was Levi willing, he wanted that.

A brief but important lesson it was. ”Forgive me.” Moving his hands away obediently until given permission. ”May I touch you?” Levi didn’t use the title Mistress and probably did a huge error by not referring to her as Tara Anna or Mistress but he figured that would only give the girl reason to correct him again. A little at a time Tara Anna could train him if she wanted or she could do it now…this was only her decision as Levi was not in control nor did he want to be.

She breathed in deeply. She was surrounded by the scent of him. A simpler scent than she was used to on a man. Probably because by the world's definition he wasn't one yet. In the world where she grew up they were both well into adulthood. It had always been strange to her that once she left the ranch not one person saw her as grown any longer. Suddenly she was more of a child then she was ever treated back home. At least to them. To Tara's eyes nearly every soul she'd seen in Hadley was well grown. Possibly even having seen too much for what little time they had under their bets. Wise beyond their years. Tragically so. And Levi was likely no exception. Tara couldn't understand what could have made him like this sort of treatment, just like she was sure her proclivities would seem strange to others.

She knew full well why she liked the things she liked. After so many years of abuse, the notion of being on the other end was something that thrilled her greatly. Plus the element of the safety in being the dominate. In her position now she knew the score. She knew the power was in her hand and therefore she could relax enough to enjoy herself, take pleasure. Any other situation, sexually, was not one she ever wanted to be in again. This was Tara Anne's guarantee and that was quite simply what she needed out of life, sex, and eventually love.

Tara Anne released her bite again and leaned back. She smiled coyly. Relishing the sound of his apology and request. She could hear the wanting but as much as she could hear the growth of respect, even reverence. It wasn't perfect but hopefully in time it would be. She was thinking ahead a bit honestly. After seeing his reaction she finally felt like he could have real potential for her. And it was certainly a bonus that he happened to be handsome in his own way. Still smiling she pulled her hand back again. Another slap delivered fast. No stronger or weaker than the last.

"You forgot to say 'please'," she said simply. "Try again. With manners this time." More of an order than a suggestion. This time she wanted a real pure request. Part of her wanting to reward him, part of her wanting to hear him really beg for it. Perhaps it was her sudden lack of hair, the way it made her hazel eyes seem huge and alien, but at the moment the desire to feel desired was a severely tempting one. She bit down lightly on her bottom lip as she waited for her response. Hungry for it. Her breath held in anticipation.

Levi in a way had an maturity to him, most teens had never heard of such things as masochism at least not as young of an age as he had discovered that’s what he like , what he craved. What had made Levi be the way he was? The boy had no idea and didn’t care to find out. He figured he was just like this no reason behind it other than the shear joy of the torture and the pain inflicted upon him. He knew about his biological parents abandoning him but he was adopted so young that the only memories he had were of his adoptive family. Levi had heard stories about those that get involved with this kind of thing due to being on the receiving end of abuse or at least harsh punishments, in his case, from what he remembered that hadn’t been his life. He had only been abused by himself or those that he wanted it from, though Levi didn’t consider what he was doing with Tara Anna abuse at all. There was a difference abuse indicates unwillingness and he was very willing, she wasn’t doing anything he didn’t want done to him. He couldn’t even really recall the first time he equated pain with pleasure and didn’t care to as it didn’t matter. The boy had always liked it and then when someone took control over him it became heightened. He craved the pain mostly but the being controlled was there as well, it seemed to heighten every sense and make Levi want to please the person inflicting him with his pleasure.

Why Tara Anne enjoyed inflicting it and gaining control over someone, he didn’t stop to think about he was just glad she did. It was so hard to find someone like that and even harder someone who truly seemed to know what they were doing. Tara Anne had both things and she seemed to take control so easily. It was like falling into a place where it just fit.

Levi was breathing heavily, his heart was racing and he wanted to do nothing more than please her but he also wanted the correction, he craved it….to be punished and corrected and taught by Tara Anne. He didn’t actually think Tara Anne wasn’t attractive even with all of her hair gone but it was her control and power over him that made her attractive to the boy. Another slap given, another correction received. He closed his eyes for only a split second and breathed to take in the pain. It stung and hurt more because he hadn’t quite recovered from the last one.

His eyes looked at her, there was certain amount of respect in them combined with some pleading as he really wanted to feel her skin underneath his hands. “I am sorry. Please, please may I touch you.” He paused and added. “I want to so badly …please may I?” Begging, he knew that is what she wanted and begging is what she got. Though no title was requested yet and no title was given. He waited to see if she would allow him to place his hands on her or if another correction was headed his way.

She let his words hang in the air a moment. Just enough time to be sure of how she wanted to answer even if she was already fairly certain. A little time to let him sweat. Anticipation could be everything or nothing. It was always up to the one who felt it and the one who let it is hang and loom. Staying silent she reached for him again. Her fingers, tinted a slight red now found there was around him back, back to that wound she'd previously created. She dug her finger in as deep as she could and slowly twisted it. Smiling with his reaction and with that fire in her eyes slowly building. Equal only to the fire building below the belt. She hadn't felt this way in a long time, longer than she honestly care to think about. She gave in. Moving her frame to straddle the boy' lap. Her knees on either side of him.

"You may," she finally answered. This was turning out perfectly, almost too much so. It was that that fueled a urgency in her. She was bold now, too bold for their location but she didn't care. The bottom line was, they were going too far and she was sure they'd get caught sooner rather than later. Best to make their last moments the best one's possible. Her hips pressed as tight to his as possible now. As his hands came to the heat of her skin her eyes slipped shut for a second. Savoring a needy touch finally granted. Her fingers dug into the wound again. Now that she'd finally broken skin she had to make the most of it. Scratching her nails hard against it. The bigger she made it the longer it would last.

"You're kind of a freak aren't you Levi?" she asked. A playful tone to her words. Clearly implying that it was a mutual state of being. With her free hand she pushed the boy's chest down. Forcing him to lie down beneath her. Once he was on the ground her fingers left that wound and moved to push up his shirt. She wanted his bare chest. The feeling of his shirt her teeth wasn't ideal. She bend her body down to bring her face to his skin. The heat and smell of him was overwhelming. She almost wished she could bottle it. Keep it with her for lonely nights. Biting down a couple inches beneath his collar bone on his left side, she breathed in deeply through her nose. The nails of her left hand scratched down his right side.

Levi waited with anticipation, watching her, craving to touch her, craving to please her. Would she once again demand something else and not let him feel her skin under his hands. He was breathing with it and almost accidentally let his hands move again but he obediently kept them where they were. Tara Anna seemed to take forever and then came the pain, more exquisitely excruciating than before. He arched his back and moaned. Breathing heavily with the pain….enjoying every moment of it. He was warm all over and wanted her to torture him more, longer and in other places.

The girl got on his lap and he was finally granted his wish. ”Thank you.” He responded. Being apparently denied long enough for his mistakes. He didn’t care about where they were, then again he never had, the boy was just going along with what she wanted. He put his hands back down on the back of her thighs and moved them slowly upward. Her hips tight to his only made his fire grow and he wanted so much to be able to have her just take him and do what she wanted completely to him. He was stroking her and he arched his back again and closed his eyes savoring the pain. Barely able to breath from the next pain inflicted as he felt her nails again him. He could feel the wound grow bigger…which was perfect. He could make himself hurt this way and remind himself of her of what she was capable of, talented in.

“Absolutely. Just the way you want me.” He easily responded. She was too but he didn’t need to say that. Levi went with her physical command and lay down underneath Tara Anna. He moved his arms so his shirt could be easily removed, wondering what would come next. His pain had been heightened to the point of almost ecstasy and it wouldn’t take much to get him there. Though he didn’t want to ….not yet …he wanted more from her…..more of all this; pain, the being controlled …all of it. She bit down and he moaned again… ”Ohh….” He said with a heavy fast breath….he was getting close, very, very close.

The sole upside to her suddenly buzzed head seemed to be the fact that there was nothing on her person to distract her anymore. No hair in her face, falling all over his face as she leaned over him. Nothing to pull. Nothing to distract from him as his touch trailed higher and higher up her thighs. Her breath catching as she bit his chest again. Tighter on a smaller area this time. She bite hard until she tasted copper in her mouth. Her restraint learned before wavering again. Just like it did before she was arrested. She barely even noticed the danger of it. She was too wrapped up in the bliss she was feeling. Her teeth leaving harsh red rings. Whether or not they'd leave bruises remained to be seen, but she'd love to see them later if they did. It would be a lovely reminder, not to mention the little message it would send to any other girl who happened to see them.

Hell, even another boy. She wouldn't pretend that she knew if Levi was straight or not. It seemed like most of the kids who found themselves at rehab centres were more likely to swing every which way rather than just one direction. How could you in a place like this. You never knew what kind of secrets and kinks people had up their sleeves. Tara couldn't help wondering if they'd all started that way or if maybe it was a nurture situation. The desperation of imprisonment. Or maybe kids who were free and unrestrained sexually were just more likely to be the same way in all aspects of their lives. Enough to get in a lot of trouble.

Pulling back she eyed the little bit of blood pooling where she'd broken a bit of skin on his chest. She pressed on it deliberately and wiped the blood to the far side of his chest. She was making a mess of things. But maybe she could satisfy them before a guard caught wind and came to clean things up. Her eyes locked on his deliberately while her free hand moved down his chest. From a scratch, to a caress, to the top of his pants. Then between his legs. Applying a gentle pressure with her grip and slowly increasing it. Her cheeks flushed and her eyes intense. Her free hand was placed on his belly, direct opposite of the open wound on his back. She pressed down with her open palm and as much of her weight as she could without loosing balance. Pressing his open wound into the gravel, dirt, grass and whatever else was beneath him.

"Just how much can you take?" She asked, in a soft little whisper. Her face only inches from his. Pressure building in her.

His hand continued up her thigh moving higher and more towards the inside. In between his own legs growing with passion even more. He felt the bite, his pain having come to the point where he was feeling it more with everything the woman did. He groaned again and wanted more, much more. He felt like he was being marked in a way…though wasn’t sure if he was out of the desire or because she wanted to clam him in some way as belonging to her. That was also on her to decide. He had long since given up the danger of what he did to himself and allowed to be done to him.

Levi preferred a woman to take charge over him, there was just something about that he liked. He was, as far as he was concerned straight. Though there was certain amount of pleasure in getting beaten up by another boy, it was in a different way. To be honest though, Levi couldn’t say that if he absolutely had to he wouldn’t take it from a guy but he certainly wouldn’t enjoy it the way he was with Tara Anna. It would be out a desperate need in that case more than anything else.

He could feel the blood being wiped across his chest and once again, didn’t care. Waiting to see what would happen next, what she had in store for him made his fire grow even more. He breathed with he grip and started to breath faster…with her grip getting him that much closer to being satisfied. Letting out a moan and his hands made there way around o the front of her, which was easier to reach and under her shirt. Drifting upwards, with a soft gentle touch, until he reached her bra. There was an excruciating moan given to his wound being placed in dirt and grass and whatever….a good way to get it infected but not like he cared or that was anywhere near his mind was.

That question lead him to a whole new role as a submissive… he wanted her to do more to him. To make him do what she wanted. Actually, it wasn’t just the question it was the entire time they had been together out there on the lawn and the way Tara Anna just naturally seemed to take control of him. “How much you deem me worthy for.” That was an honest and respectful answer…Levi could probably take almost anything at this point….except having to stop.

The passion mounted at a steady pace. Each trying to please the other in their own strange ways. She leaned over his body, close enough to feel her breath on the skin she'd exposed. Slowly but surely their breathes began to rise and fall together as they grew more and more connected in the moment. Her fingers, nails, and full fists pushed and pressed. Trying to bring him a little more pain each time. Learning a little more with each gasp or pained moan he made. Taking mental note of sensitive areas and what type of pain he reacted the most to.

Eventually she brought him to his fall and back off. Only a little, enough to get a better, calmer look at him. Lying prone on his back. She could do more, so much more if they were elsewhere. Her fingers traced lightly along the soft flesh of his neck. A faraway look on her eyes at the moment. She quickly withdrew her hand–like a kid caught eyeing the cookie jar–and gave a small sad smile. "Were we on our own... I would make you ache for hours. Make you wait for my mercy..." She paused and sat up completely, though still in his lap. She slowly pulled his shirt back down, covering over his pale and pained chest. A little wiry, bitter look as she did it. "I fuckin' hate this place." she remarked with a bit of bite. She smoothed a slowly, slightly shaky hand gently over his chest. Smoothing the shirt down. A little bit of blood seeped through, blossoming into no more than a tiny red button of a flower.

"Are you okay?" she asked softly as he calmed. Just in case. If he needed help or anything, she'd gladly do it. She wanted him okay, at the least, anything less would mean that they might not end up having a repeat performance. Tara Anne wasn't sure about much but she knew she didn't want this to be and absolute end. Not yet. She reached out to push back a bit of his hair that was wildly out of place. She liked that it was messy for the most part, probably since it was such a huge departure from the men she was used to in her life. Lifting herself up and off the boy and coming to sit beside him again with her legs curled under her.

Everything she did brought him nearer to where he needed to be. Everything he did tried to do the same for her. His touch was far gentler with her, of course, and there was respect shown towards Tara Anne in what Levi said and did. He himself was making his own notes in what she liked and how she liked to torture him. Any corrections given were also noted so to not do it again.

While Levi would have loved to do so much more with her, there was only so much that they could do there and Tara Anna made that call not him. He tried to do enough to bring her to her own and he had his, though a little, enough for now. If only they could leave the grounds, that thought made the boy wish for an escape route. He was calmer and his breathing slowly steadied once again. He was bruised, bleeding and torn up and he had enjoyed it so much. He needed to get his mind back in the right set to have a conversation. He could only nod when she first spoke but he would bet Tara Anna had far more tricks up her sleeve. His eyes went to her as she sat up and so did he allowing her to put his shirt back on him though it was probably forever stained with blood now not that he cared. ”I think everyone hates this place. I so wish we could get out even for a little while.”

Levi nodded. “I think so. I’ll probably have to make sure my back is washed out really well though.” He smiled as he said it. The boy had enjoyed every minute of it. He did want to have to go to the medical staff, they would want an explanation. So the boy would have to try to lie and how do you explain these wounds, especially with his history? “I’m glad but surprised we weren’t caught.”

"I guess I got carried away..."

She admitted with with a touch of a smirk. She just couldn't help it. It had been so good, so damn good at the time. Even the remembrance of pressing that wound to the dirt, grinding it in, was enough to give her such a thrill. A little course of electricity down her spine and into her nerves in her fingertip and scalp. There was even a piece of her that hoped it bred an infection. A reminder of her in his very blood, in him.

But then, that was entirely why she was there wasn't it. No sane person caused a wound like that on someone they cared for and the idea that she'd like to see it infected on top of it all. 'What in the hell is wrong with me...' her remaining conscience chided. The only part of her that seemed to acknowledge the incredible wrongness within her. Had a man tried to do the things that she'd done to Levi to her, she would have been horrified. Fought them tooth and nail. And called them a monster. But Tara still tried to insisted that she was different. She only put people in pain if they wanted it. Or at least that had been her defense. After her attack on the boy on the plane she probably couldn't claim them victimless crimes anymore.

"I better help you clean it huh? You probably can't reach it well enough..." A bit of mixed expression to her face now. Part of her wanted to right something of a mental wrong, as much as he was smiling. She wanted to take care of him in a way, a bit of that possessive feeling in her again. But on the other hand, a large part of her brain wanted her to run for the hills, keep from getting attached. She stood up and help out a hand to help him up.

"Come with me. We can go find some water and soap for you... Wouldn't want it to get infected or anything...."