Double Standard

Chapter 2

Maria stood triumphant over her arch rival. She couldn’t believe how quickly the tide had turned. In the span of 45 minutes, she’d gone from being upset over her treatment here to completely dominating her rival for James’ affection.

Now the question remained: what to do about Mary?

The woman responsible for her creation lay pathetically on the ground, shell-shocked out of her mind: Maria wagered she had never done anything like that before. She d done a fine job, though, driving Maria to one of the best orgasms in her recently created life. She deserved a reward for that.

“That’s a good girl, Mary. And for being such a good girl, I’m going to give you a little reward.”

Mary was still in a daze over her actions when she saw Maria kneeling over her. Her stomach immediately churned in revulsion. What was she doing to her now? Wasn’t it enough that she forced her to humiliate herself like this? She’d proven that she could completely dominate her physically in a skirmish.

“Wh-What are you doing?” Mary stammered. Maria pinned her arms against the ground.

“Like I said, I’m going to give you something for being such a good girl,” Maria answered.

The woman’s eyes went wide. Mary was about to protest when Maria pulled her into a harsh kiss. Maria pinned her double with her weight, holding Mary’s prostrate body down with her thighs. Mary was powerless to resist as Maria’s tongue invaded her mouth, drawing hers to participate in a heated exchange of fluids. Pulling away, Maria held her by the hair, giving a devious, maliciously knowing smile.

Mary was held captive by the breathless grasp of Maria’s kiss. Not knowing what was planned, she neither attempted to fight back nor to resist. That gave her double all the time she needed.

Maria sauntered down Mary’s body like a snake, stopping at the junction to her waist. Mary’s eyes widened with a desperate panic. No, she couldn’t be thinking of doing that, could she?

Mary’s concerns were validated as Maria shuffled under her skirt and pulled down her underwear. Mary felt herself begin to go into a panic. She had never done anything like this with a woman. She had never even thought of being with anyone other than James. She was not ashamed of how that sounded. Mary was not a prude; she just didn’t go around exploring every possible aspect of her sexuality.

Her concerns were irrelevant to Maria. She smiled with an almost shark-like glee when zeroed in on Mary’s sex. Mary was startled when Maria dove between her legs. She squeaked as the blonde grabbed her thighs and parted them, leaving her vulnerable to assault. She began to lick over the lower part of her mound, teasing her labia by drawing the outline of her lips. Mary squirmed at the contact, but that was nothing compared to what was to come. Gradually Maria worked her way upwards. And then she licked over Mary’s clit, causing a very visible reaction. Mary stiffened in her grasp, gasping from the shock of having that area licked. Knowing she had her where she wanted her, Maria set to work with her full vigor. She skillfully laved her tongue over Mary’s folds, staring off slow at first to get her worked up. Her mouth was pressed deep against Mary’s sex, her nose buried in the auburn curls. She had no idea where she was getting this form, only that she knew exactly what to do. Perhaps it was part of her natural abilities, or ‘talents’ as a seductress. Mary gripped her hands tightly from her chest, reeling from the assault of Maria’s wet tongue on her mound.

It took some time, but eventually Maria got the results she wanted. Mary moaned quietly in unwanted pleasure under the rubdown from Maria’s tongue. Too in shock to protest, too exhausted to fight back, she was powerless to hold back the sensations overcoming her. Maria licked at her clit with rapid motions, showering the vulnerable peak with warm and wet caresses. It took everything Mary had not to moan aloud in pleasure at Maria’s manipulation. God, she was so good. No abuser should be this good. It wasn’t fair, she thought. How could this demon be so good at pleasuring her? She was starting to get wet from arousal. The moisture grew like a flower in her core, lingering beyond her entrance. She prayed Maria wouldn’t see the fluid sliding down her sex.

Maria sat back pleased with her handiwork. Her rival was in a definite state of fluster. The woman was breathing hard; her skin was flushed a deep shade of crimson. She could smell the woman’s arousal while she was going down on her. It pleased her immensely to realize she had this effect on her rival. Despite the enmity between them, she was just as vulnerable to her talents as anyone else.

She grabbed Mary’s breasts, roughly fondling them through her sweater. Pausing for a moment, she ripped open the sweater and left her utterly exposed. As it turned out, Mary wasn’t wearing a bra. What resembled part of her usual dress was in fact a skirt, with no top to supplement it. My, my, Maria thought, so she does have a wild side to her. She laid down on Mary’s right for easier access, intertwining a leg with hers like one would with a lover or close friend. She grabbed Mary’s breast and brought it into her mouth, sucking on the velvet mound. Maria was instantly drawn in. Mary’s breasts were perky mounds of flesh that made up for their smaller size with perfectly exquisite texture. It was hard to believe two such beautiful creations belonged to the object of her unfathomable ire. There was something about sucking on her rival’s breast that drove the vixen absolutely wild. It was almost incestuous, Maria thought, biting down lightly on the supple mound.

While her mouth occupied itself with Mary’s tit, her right hand lowered itself down below her waist, to that wonderful apex between her legs. She began to stroke the hardened clit that was buried in that layer of pubic hair. Maria knew her enemy was very hot and bothered from her previous treatment. It would not take long for her to come the way she wanted her to.

While her right hand stimulated Mary’s sex, her mouth continued to devour those gorgeous breasts. She would lick and suckle at one with enormous fervor, then switch to the other one, giving it that same rapturous attention. The woman beneath her writhed in ecstasy. Mary quivered from the under the touches and licks of her arch-rival. The fluid was roiling in her sex, dripping onto Maria’s hand – she was close to coming, and there was nothing she could do to hold Maria back. And truth be told, she didn’t want her to stop. She hadn’t had this much attention since James last made love to her two years ago. Her body was ablaze with pleasures and sensations that she had not experienced in a very long time. The fire in her sex was raging from Maria’s skillful fingers. She moaned deep from within her throat, giving voice to her passion. And suddenly she couldn’t stand it. She had to get away from here.

“Maria, stop,” she pushed the other away. Her push barely had any strength to it

Maria ignored her, continuing to work on pushing her body over the edge.

“Maria, stop! Please, Maria, stop,” Mary pleaded pitifully, on the verge of tears. She attempted to pull away Maria’s hand, with little success.

“Why?” Maria looked at her. “There’s no reason to get upset. It looks like you’re enjoying this as much as I am.”

“You’ve proved your point. I don’t deserve to have James’ love. I’m not worthy of him,” Mary answered pitifully. This went against every she believed in; she didn’t really believed what she was saying, but if this was what it took to get her out of here, then so be it.

“This isn’t about him. This is about you,” Maria responded. Mary weakly shook her head.

“I don’t want this…”

“Don’t lie to me. I can see it in your eyes. Tell me you want this. I know how long it’s been since you felt pleasure like this in your life,” Maria said to her.

“No…”

Maria nearly growled at her. “You want me to fuck you. Say it. Let me hear what we know is the truth.”

“No…”

“Beg me. Tell me to make you come like I know you can,” Maria ordered.

“Maria, please!” Mary cried out desperately. That was good enough for her.

Maria resumed her skillful pleasuring of her victim. She took Mary’s breast into her mouth, biting down gently on the flesh while she sucked on the hardened peak of her nipple. Her hand eagerly stroked Mary’s mound, sending rivulets of pleasure cascading through the other woman’s body. She inserted two fingers into her sex, pumping them into her hips, and then withdrew them, drawing out some of the moisture. She frantically rubbed Mary’s clit, using the moisture on her fingers to create a wonderful friction. Mary made no attempt to hide her pleasure. She moaned and whimpered as loudly as Maria let her, awash in a sea of pleasurable sensations she had absolutely no hope of resisting. Maria ravished her body with incredibly aggression, kissing her and stroking her until finally the inevitable happened.

Mary spasmed in pleasure as she came hard from Maria’s touch. Her eyes slammed shut; her mouth cried out in rapture, though only choked sounds of pleasure came out. Her body trembled of its accord, yielding its essence to Maria who eagerly stroked her until the last vestiges of pleasure disappeared.

The blonde sat over her mild doppelganger. Mary’s eyes were glazed over. Her body was flushed red and her hair was matted with sweat. It looked like she had been fucking for hours. Smiling, Maria gave Mary a full kiss on the lips, sliding her tongue into the other woman’s mouth. Mary moaned feebly in protest, but she was in no shape to resist. Maria pulled back from the kiss and cupped Mary’s cheek with her hand.

“You were great,” she told her, stroking her cheek tenderly. Strange. For once, she actually felt a shred of affection for Mary. There was no way you could do something like that with someone and not feel something for them. She stood up to her full height.

Maria stared at her vanquished rival. She had decimated Mary physically and sexually, proving once and for all that she was greater of the two. It didn’t matter that she had been created second. Nothing could change the fact that she was the ultimate expression of Mary Sunderland’s potential. No matter what James did, whether she lived or died, that would always remain. And best of all, she had actually made the woman feel good while doing it.

Suddenly she felt something peculiar in the air. He was here. And she knew what he wanted.

The Executioner stood beside her with its trusty spear in one hand, eagerly awaiting its new prey.

Maria was surprised by his presence, though not that much. No doubt he had been sent to retrieve her for their final ‘judgment’. The rusted weapon was a sign of what awaited her, once the lobby transformed into its suitable form. And now that he laid eyes on Mary, the creature saw a new target for its aggressions, one who’d yet to feel the horror of what it could put her through.

Mary was an interloper; an intruder into their private game of death and judgment. And that made her a sinner in the Red god’s eyes.

“Looks like someone else is interested in you, Mary. Perhaps you’d like to have a shot with him?” Maria told her.

“Oh God no,” Mary pleaded when she saw the pyramid-headed creature looking over this. Not this, she thought to herself frantically. Anything but this.

Maria looked at her rival, feeling a twinge of pity for her. Perhaps she could be compassionate with the pitiful wretch just this once.

“Come on, let’s go,” she told the minion, turning her back on Mary. The Executioner followed her dutifully, recognizing her as an agent of his master. They had time to kill before their subject arrived for his judgment. As she left, Maria turned and waved back at Mary.

“See you later, girlfriend,” she said in a sultry tone.

Mary was left alone on the floor of the hotel. She curled into a ball, crying into the floor with uncontrollable sobs. She was humiliated, destroyed, and above all, utterly repulsed by what happened here today. A desperate sob escaped her lips amidst the onslaught, a final plea of help from a tortured woman to her beloved.

“James…”

The town of Silent Hill did indeed hold no mercy...for anyone.