Double Standard

AN: Hey everyone. To ring in the new year, I offer you the gift of smut. ;D

I've worked on this story over the course of several days. The idea occurred to me about a week ago, during brief spurts of working on Dark Descent. I've never seen another fic like it, so I thought I'd share it with you while I put the finishing touches on the DD update. I hope you enjoy it. This is the first of two chapters, though I may extend the story later on.

By the way, I haven't gotten a good look at Maria's eyes, so if I'm wrong about the color, feel free to point it out. ;)


Double Standard


Maria stretched her arms languorously over her head. She had only been asleep for an hour, but it felt like a lifetime.

She had awoken in a room at the abandoned Lake View Hotel. She had some time to kill before James got there, so she’d chosen to spend it in the hotel lobby. It really was a beautiful building, she reflected, staring fondly at the lobby’s subtly elegant décor. At least, it was in this reality. The version in the physical realm was but a burnt out shell of its former self. This Lake View Hotel however, would retain its illusory beauty until James laid eyes on it, bit by bit.

She winced as she worked the soreness out of her muscles. God, that fiend had done a number on her. He’d practically torn her apart on the inside, and James hadn’t even been there to witness it. She was going to have to talk to their master about that. No servant of Xuchilbara should be going around behaving like a common animal. Just because they were supposed to be working together didn’t mean she was going to stand for such treatment. She deserved better, damn it, after hearing so much about that bitch Mary.

To say that she didn’t mind her part in this would be a huge misunderstanding. Of course she minded. She was made of flesh and blood, and like any flesh and blood being, she was quite susceptible to pain. Who wouldn’t be a little upset at getting mauled repeatedly by some huge, lumbering beast of a being? But, at least the purpose behind it was clear to her now. All she could do was have faith that it would all be worth it in the end.

It was a little depressing at first, knowing she had been born for the sole purpose of confronting one man with his inner torment. On the other hand, at least it was a life. There were plenty of people who never got a chance to exist, for one reason or another, or to fulfill their purpose in life. Now if only James would realize he didn’t need that worthless old hag…

“He doesn’t need you either,” a distinct voice said out of the blue.

Maria turned at the sound of the voice, one that sounded just like hers. And sure enough, there she was. Standing before her was a woman of her height and weight. Her hair was a soft auburn cut short at the back of the neck. She was clad in a long summer dress with flowers embroidered, along with a pink button down sweater, and her overall appearance was as different from Maria’s as you could get. This despite the fact that the two women’s facial features were identical.

It was Mary, James’ deceased wife in the flesh.

An amused smirk came to Maria’s lips. “Well, well, well. What do we have here? I certainly didn’t expect to see you here. How’s it possible, if you don’t mind my asking? My Lord is very selective on whom he allows into this realm.”

Mary gave her a pointed glare. “I don’t need your lord’s permission to set foot in this place. This is Silent Hill.”

“Ah yes, of course. Tell me then, what brings you to our little old town?”

“You know why I’m here,” Mary’s specter replied.

“Oh yes. James.”

“I have to protect him,” Mary said.

“Really? From what?” Maria scoffed, raising an eyebrow at the ludicrous statement.

“From you. You and this whole infernal town. And to think I once thought this town was holy,” Mary responded.

“I see. So what, are you trying to make up for what you put him through? A little too late for that, don’t you think?”

Mary averted her gaze. “It’s the least I could do.”

“No, the least you could do for him is leave him alone,” Maria told her bluntly.

Mary’s eyes snapped to her duplicate, giving the blonde her deepest, most fearsome withering stare. Maria barely batted an eye.

“Haven’t you done enough damage already?” she asked her.

“I don’t need to hear this. I didn’t come here to be berated by some demonic tramp,” Mary stated.

“Then why did you come here?”

“I told you already. Didn’t you hear me? Or did that dye on your head seep into your skull?” Mary retorted. The women exchanged a heated glare.

“Stay away from James. He doesn’t deserve what you and that…thing are doing to him,” Mary said.

“Oh no? He killed you, didn’t he? I’d say that’s plenty reason to give him a little taste of hell,” Maria answered.

Mary turned away. The memory of James standing over her, holding the pillow to her face without hesitation, was still fresh in her mind. “He didn’t know what he was doing. It was my fault. He….he loves me.”

“Correction: he loved you. Once, before you turned into the wife from hell. Face it Mary, you ruined whatever love existed in your pitiful little relationship. Let him go. It’s not like we’re really hurting him, are we?”

Maria paused. “Besides, it’s for his own good. And I’ll have a special reward for him once he passes our little test,” she declared, in a voice dripping with insinuation.

In truth, she had no idea what would happen once they reached the end of this little journey. For all she knew, James might blow her brains out and then drown himself in Toluca Lake. But boy was it fun to tease her double like this. And she sure wasn’t ruling out the possibility of getting to show James exactly why he didn’t need Mary.

“You wouldn’t,” Mary said accusingly.

“Oh no? Give me one reason why I shouldn’t have some fun with him. He’s practically asking for it.”

“James is my husband,” Mary stated fiercely. “And I’m not going to let him be manipulated by some Godforsaken thing spawned by the worst part of this town.”

“Gee, you make it sound so negative,” Maria said sardonically. She smiled; Mary’s frustration at her inability to get a rise from her was evident. The woman let out an exasperated sigh, which Maria knew was a sign of her building anger.

“How can you be such an evil bitch?” Mary said with uncharacteristic profanity – another sign of her rising temper.

Maria offered a shrug. “You tell me. What’s the old saying? It takes one to know one?”

Mary hissed in rage, clenching her fists from the hatred bubbling underneath.

“Wake up and smell the bedpan, hon. James doesn’t want you anymore. All he wants is to be free of the guilt of doing away with your sorry ass. Face it Mary! I’m exactly what James wants: a wife who’ll attend to his every need. Someone who won’t treat him like crap at the drop of a hat. And most of all,” Maria leaned in close, “a woman who won’t keep her legs closed like some self-centered prude.”

The tension broke – the insult was too much for Mary to handle. In the blink of an eye, she lunged at her evil doppelganger, knocking her to the ground. Her hands wrapped around Maria’s throat, intent on choking the life out of this despicable woman who dared to seduce her husband, and make a mockery of everything she had been through.

But Maria fought back. Tucking her legs up beneath her rival, she kicked away the riled up brunette. Capitalizing on the opening, she delivered a kick to Mary’s head, dropping the former Mrs. Sunderland flat on her face. Before she could recover, Maria hauled her up by the hair and slammed her knee into Mary’s midsection. She did this repeatedly, with the last hit being particularly hard among the three. Mary reeled back, holding her throbbing midsection. And then, to add insult to injury, Maria aimed a kick straight between Mary’s legs. The brunette gave a startled cry before promptly collapsing to the floor.

Mary was in a daze; her entire lower body was throbbing. She curled up on her side, hands crossed protectively at her waist, trying to safeguard herself from any further attacks on her abdomen. Maria scoffed at the woman’s pain-wracked reaction.

“Oh please. It’s not like you ever used it before,” she remarked snidely.

Maria wasn’t finished yet. Lowering herself to Mary’s level, she straddled the other woman’s torso to prevent her from escaping, and then wrapped her hands straight around her neck. Mary instantly gripped the blonde’s wrists as Maria proceeded to squeeze. She let out strangled gasps for air, trying with all her might to pull this vicious attacker off her. However, it quickly became apparent who was the stronger woman, and there was no breaking Maria’s deadly grip. Mary’s gasps turned to whimpers as the terror of strangulation overtook her, and she almost pleaded for Maria to stop.

Unfortunately, ‘almost’ didn’t count. Maria squeezed down on Mary’s throat until the woman’s struggles finally ceased, and she fell into unconsciousness. Maria stepped back and surveyed her handiwork. Mary was out cold, though she wasn’t seriously wounded. After all, she was already dead.

“You sure breathe a lot for a dead woman,” Maria said disdainfully.

She smiled with sinister delight. A part of her had felt Mary’s terror upon realizing she was once again being asphyxiated by another human being. Maria had to admit, it felt good to know she had such a powerful effect on this selfish, arrogant woman who dared to come here and tell her and her master what to do. The Red god and his minions took orders from no one, least of all some prudish old hag.

Now, what to do about her?

Out of the blue, a light bulb went on in her mind. Oh yeah, that would be fitting punishment indeed. Not to mention, rather enjoyable as well.

Maria lightly slapped Mary’s cheeks, trying to rouse the unconscious woman. Mary didn’t respond.

“Come on, wake up. Wake up,” she muttered, continuing to tap Mary’s cheeks. Suddenly she got an idea. Smiling mischievously, she bent down and planted a kiss squarely on Mary’s mouth. She slipped her tongue past the brunette’s lips, playing with her tongue in a gentle, exploratory manner. Mary responded with some instinctive moans, though she failed to stir awake. Maria pulled back, sporting a frustrated frown on her face.

“Oh for Pete’s sake,” she groaned. Without hesitating, she slapped her right hand hard across Mary’s face. This time Mary did react, letting out a groan as her eyes rapidly blinked awake. And to her instant horror, Maria was still standing over her.

“Welcome back. Have a nice nap?”

Maria stood with her hands on her hips, looming over Mary with sinister intent. Mary tried to get away, but Maria quickly planted a boot on her chest, forcefully holding her down.

“Oh no. You’re not going anywhere. Maybe you’d like another taste of what it’s like when you can’t breathe?”

In the blink of an eye, Maria knelt down over her foe and gripped the sides of her neck. She began to squeeze, causing Mary to once again try to pry the woman’s hands off of her. But it was evident that nothing had changed; Maria was still far stronger, leaving her with only one viable option.

“No, please,” she said, so low her rival almost didn’t hear her. Except she did, and the words were music to Maria’s ears.

“What did you say? I’m sorry, I must have heard wrong.”

“Please, let me go,” Mary pleaded. She knew she sounded like a frightened little girl, but there was no choice. Once was enough – she didn’t want to die again, even if that death wasn’t ‘real’.

She strained to get some oxygen into her lungs as Maria’s grasp tightened. Spots began to dance in her vision, and she found her consciousness fading under her doppelganger’s iron grip.

“You really are scared, aren’t you?” Maria asked rhetorically. And then, when Mary was the brink of unconsciousness, the blonde finally relinquished her stranglehold. Mary gasped for air, hands going reflexively to her throat, coughing and sputtering while Maria looked on in satisfaction. She had made her point. Now the real fun could begin.

She hooked her fingers beneath her skirt. Mary watched with trepidation as Maria pulled down a black pair of underwear and kicked them aside.

“What are you doing?” she asked. Maria heard the trembling in her voice.

“Nothing too bad. I’m not going to hurt you. We’re just going to have a little fun together.”

Her meaning was not lost on Mary. The normally reserved woman began to tremble. Her heartbeat sped up, and she found it suddenly difficult to breathe again. This couldn’t be happening to her. She had come here to help James and now she was the one who needed help.

“It’s time for you to pleasure someone else for a change,” Maria said, lifting her skirt by the sides to expose her pelvic area. Mary uttered a whimpered “no”, shaking her head in distraught denial. Maria paid her little mind, grabbing Mary by the hair. She lied back on the floor of the hotel, pulling the weaker woman down with her, and spreading her legs to the open air. Shaking uncontrollably by then, Mary received her first close-up look ever at another woman’s privates.

If she had been scared before, she was absolutely petrified now. She had never been with another person sexually besides James. She’d never even thought of anyone else, least of all another woman. God, why did she ever come here? James was doing fine on his own; he didn’t need her ‘help’. Why couldn’t she just leave well enough alone?

Maria viciously pulled her down between her legs. Mary shrieked as she found her cheek pressed against the other woman’s crotch. It was jarring how much Maria’s pussy resembled her own. Not just in terms of the basic structure, as with other women, but the personal details too. Maria’s sex was smooth and hairless, but otherwise, their two private areas were identical. It seemed even that part of her body was tailor-made to match with Mary’s.

“Lick it,” Maria commanded.

Mary wildly shook her head. “No,” she pleaded tearfully, giving the other a look that said, “please don’t make me do this.”

The effect was lost on her doppelganger. “Do it. Or else, I’ll have to punish you,” Maria ordered sternly.

Mary had no choice. Swallowing her pride and revulsion, she took the tentative lick of another woman’s pussy in her life. It wasn’t instantly repulsive as she expected, and so she took a few timid licks more, like she were tasting a new brand of ice cream for the first time. Maria rolled her eyes at the brunette’s reserved, fearful approach.

“Oh please. I know you can do better than that,” she scoffed. She dug her fingers deeper into Mary’s hair, causing her to cry out in pain.

“Okay, okay,” Mary relented, putting a bit more energy into her task. Never having done this before, she laved her tongue all over the folds of Maria’s sex, searching for a spot that would arouse the fearsome blonde.

“Ah, that’s it. Put some feeling into it,” Maria told her, feeling the first stirrings of pleasure from Mary’s efforts. The brunette’s tongue felt wonderfully warm on her sex. Just like Mary had never done this before, Maria had never had it done to her before. After all, she had only been alive for the better part of two days. Nonetheless, she did have Mary’s memories of the experiences with James, and she could tell she would definitely grow to enjoy this very quickly.

She let Mary work her tongue blindly over her labia for several minutes, before another part of her demanded some attention.

“Higher,” she remarked. Mary heeded her suggestion. She licked upwards on Maria’s sex until she came to a small bump that she recognized as the other woman’s clit. The spot did the trick. Maria gasped as the warm tongue flicked over her pleasure point. Encouraged by the reaction, Mary focused her efforts on the sensitive nub. She licked vigorously at Maria’s clit, attempting to keep her mind solely on her double’s pleasure. She wasn’t very skilled at first, but what she lacked in experience, she made up for in fearful enthusiasm, afraid of what Maria would do to her if she failed to satisfy. It wasn’t long before Maria began to purr in contentment.

“Ah! Oh that’s it. Oh yeah, right there,” the blonde woman moaned. She was surprised at the feelings pulsing through her clit. She never would have imagined that meek little Mary could lick pussy so well.

A few drops of moisture slid down from her entrance – she was getting wet from the arousal. Mary avoided looking at the hints of Maria’s juices. Even if she was giving her counterpart oral, there was no way she was going to taste the other woman’s fluids.

Unfortunately, she would soon learn that she didn’t have a choice in the matter. Maria pried her away from her mound. Holding her by the hair, she pushed Mary down to the ground. Before the brunette dared to hope that it was over, Maria straddled her chest, positioning her crotch right in front of Mary’s face. Mary grimaced; the smell of the woman’s arousal was pungent in her nostrils. While it wasn’t exactly unpleasant, it was enough to let her know how much Maria was enjoying this.

“Now, lick it,” her double commanded. Mary hesitated, wanting nothing more than to push Maria off her and get the hell out of there. And yet, though her arms were free at her sides, she offered no resistance. The fear of getting hurt was too great.

“Lick,” Maria repeated more forcefully. It was enough to send a shiver down Mary’s spine. She resumed licking at Maria’s clitoris, gliding her tongue over the soft pink folds of her sex.

This time there was no escaping the taste of Maria’s juices. They flowed down her pussy as she licked at it, right onto Mary’s awaiting tongue. It was a sharp, tangy flavor that felt just the slightest bit spicy on her taste buds. Mary forced herself not to gag, concentrating instead on taking this to its inevitable conclusion. It was obvious what Maria wanted and she wasn’t going to be satisfied until she got it.

She quickened the pace at which she stimulated Maria’s clit. Maria moaned in sensuous pleasure. She began to rock her hips gently against her victim’s mouth, until the tide of pleasure pooling in her core became too much to bear. Her movements increased in rough and urgency as she rode her rival’s skillful mouth, face fucking Mary with her cunt. Mary struggled to keep up with the frantic thrusts, trying her best to maintain her tongue on the blonde woman’s hardened pleasure nub. It never strayed too far however, and Maria soon sensed the stirrings of a rising climax. She rode her pleasure with unabashed glee, grinding closer and closer to her goal, until at last she exploded in sexual bliss.

Maria convulsed over Mary’s figure, squirting a gush of fluid onto her double’s mouth. Mary was startled by it all, though she dared not stop her tongue’s delightful movements. Maria arched her back as the pleasure cascaded over her sensual form, reveling in the incredible sensations.

Maria planted her hands on the floor, supporting herself on both arms. As the final shudders of pleasure ebbed away, she was left panting with exhaustion. Between her closed legs, Mary had finally ceased lapping at her rival’s pussy. She lay beneath Maria’s crotch in a daze, looking distraught, disoriented, and more lost than she ever had before. Maria finally climbed off her, lying down next to her confused twin. One hand went to her chest as she continued to breathe raggedly, while the other went to her sex as she cupped the area fondly.

Right beside her, Mary’s face gradually shifted into a horrified expression. She brought her hands to her mouth in shock, fingers meeting with the moistened stickiness coating her jaw. Oh God, what had she done? She had…she had…she couldn’t even say it. Her face was covered in Maria’s cum, which only served to taunt her that she had just degraded herself beyond measure. She felt a warm saltiness spring to her eyes, blurring her vision with its tears. It was an incredibly good thing that James couldn’t see her now…how ashamed of her would he be?

Still basking in the afterglow of her orgasm, Maria lazily sat up next to her foe. She crawled gently onto Mary’s body, giving her an amused smirk as she knelt over her.

“Sweetie, you’re a natural,” she commended, flashing her light blue eyes at her rival. Pulling Mary’s hands away, she gave her a passionate kiss on the mouth, tasting her own juices on the other woman’s lips. Mary groaned but didn’t resist, allowing the blonde to plunder her mouth at her convenience. After a few seconds, Maria drew back from the kiss.

Well, that was refreshing, she thought, smiling impishly at her traumatized twin. After two days of feeling nothing but stress, it was nice to experience some actual pleasure that didn’t result in her death. Who would’ve thought a catfight with her rival for James’ affections would be time well spent?

Now the question remained: what to do with Mary?