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Subject: {ASSM} When Choices Meet (rache18us@yahoo.com) F/F, Romance, BDSM, weak scifi, strange
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Disclaimer: Actually part 2 of "Rachael in the Key of F" it is just a
weird fantasy. For adults only. Post freely to free sites, give credit
where credit is due. I own it, I'm keeping it for awhile yet. Thanks

I could have sworn I posted this to ASSM, together with "Rachael in
the Key of F" as a complete story, but apparently not. But, if I did,
then I apologize! 

There is violence in this story and death too. It gets confusing as
hell, using two characters with the same name too. But I tried to
seperate them and keep it straight, I think I succeeded. 

----------------------------------------------------

When Choices Meet
Fiction by Rachael


Leaving Dr. Harmon's office on the 4th floor of the University of
Washington Medical Center always means a little elevator ride. Rache
had done it 52 times a year for very nearly 3 years. But this time
something different happened. The elevator was empty except for her,
just Rachael and the lingering scent of someone's perfume. She barely
touched the button for the first floor and was rewarded when the large
square button lit up brightly. A moment later the elevator stopped,
the lights went out briefly and a long arc of electricity flew from
the light overhead to the elevator control panel. It was like a
strobe, momentarily blinding Rache and she turned away, covering her
eyes.

When she opened them again the lights were back on and the elevator
started moving again. She could see a jagged brightness, the leftovers
of the brilliant light imprinted on her optic nerves. Rache could
smell the distinctive ozone of burnt air and she turned back around,
rubbing her eyes. And then she saw that she wasn't alone.

It was like looking in a mirror. Almost. A version of herself stood
opposite her. Rachael stared, looking at this other self from the ugly
brown sandals on her feet, past the plain yellow sundress, up to the
short black hair, parted in the middle. Rachael rubbed her eyes again
and decided she needed to get back to Dr. Harmon's office. She reached
for the "4" button the same time as Rache. Their fingers touched and
both of them jerked back as if they'd just touched a lit match.

Rache watched the other woman for a moment and then closed her eyes,
counting slowly to 3 before opening them. She was still there. It was
her face, her body, but...Leather 4" heels? Black stockings, a black
leather miniskirt and white almost see-through blouse? She obviously
wasn't even wearing a bra and she could see the scarred left nipple,
it was missing, a dark jagged patch of smooth skin, exactly like her
own. And her face, she had crimson lipstick, dark eye shadow and long,
beautiful long black hair. Rache felt faint, she leaned against the
wall. They were almost at the bottom she thought, the little room felt
tiny, compressing her, squeezing her; she needed air, she needed to
get out and everything would be okay.

But Rachael jammed her fist on the big red stop button. An alarm
sounded but neither girl noticed.

"Who the fuck are you?" Rachael asked. "Some kind of ghost? Some
dream? Or some bitch who just looks like me?" Her voice was menacing,
challenging. Rachael didn't like being confused; it was her natural
reaction to attack what she didn't understand.

"What?...I don't....Who ARE you?" Rache was already backed into the
corner. Her eyes were open wide, she didn't understand. She didn't
understand where this other version of herself had come from, or if it
was even real. It couldn't be real, could it? It was in her nature to
run, to hide away from anything, which might hurt her. But she felt
the hard cool walls around her, she couldn't escape. Panic began to
seize her, she couldn't breathe. Her chest heaved but nothing came or
went.

But both young women could sense something about the other, it was
beyond understanding, but somehow they were the same person. The
elevator door opened and Rache nearly ran out, squeezing through the
still opening doors, bumping a man and calling a weak apology as she
made her way to the large glass doors and into the warm summer air.
She took a deep breath, slowing down and trying to convince herself it
had been some kind of a dream. She looked behind her and despaired of
all sanity when she saw Rachael catching up to her, her high heels
making a rhythmic click-clack sound. Rache stopped and waited, not
entirely understanding why.

"Don't tell me," Rachael said when she'd come up beside Rache. "Bus
number 6?"

Rache nodded mutely and they walked side by side down the gently
sloping hill to the bus stop. They sat in the small glass enclosure
and Rachael dug into her purse for a cigarette. "Want one?" She shook
the pack in Rache's direction but the other girl just shook her head.

"I don't smoke."

"You should, it's the socially accepted..."

"Form of suicide." Rache finished the sentence. "I know."

"Why are you here? I mean, it's obvious you're me...So where did you
come from?"

"What do you mean? I live here, this is my world. There was a flash
and a bright light and..."

"Suddenly you were in my elevator, yeah, I was there, remember?"

"What is going on? Am I...I mean are...Are we crazy?"

"You just left Harmon's office right? So what do you think?" Rachael
took a long puff of her cigarette and threw it half-smoked into the
street. She spread her legs and reached between them, moving her hips
and adjusting her panties. Rache looked away, embarrassed.

Rachael grinned at her. "I love Mondays, don't you? But they always
leave me so...Messy!"

Rache looked back at Rachael. "What? I don't...What do you mean?"

"I mean Harmon's got a great cock, don't you think?" Rachael smoothed
her skirt again, crossing her legs and smiling at Rache's confusion.
"Don't tell me you don't fuck him!"

"No...No! What a thing to say!"

"Really? He's been fucking me since I was 17." Rachael looked at
Rache. "It's probably the clothes, you look like shit. And your hair!
Jeez, you look like dyke bait!"

Rache unconsciously brushed an imaginary lock out of her eyes. "Well,
at least I don't look like a slut." she whispered and then a stronger
"I like my clothes and my hair and Dr. Harmon."

"Oh I know you do, I know all about you. He's just like Daddy isn't
he?" Rachael grinned as Rache's mouth opened and closed silently.
"Here comes Lenny."

Bus number 6B pulled up to the curb and the regular driver, a large
black man named Lenny smiled at Rache as she climbed up the steps and
flashed him her monthly pass, even though they both knew she really
didn't have to. "Hi Lenny." She smiled and picked a seat near the
front of the mostly empty bus.

"Hi Rache!" Lenny was always in a good mood, "Did you change your hair
or something?" He looked back as Rachael climbed the short steps, his
question immediately forgotten.

"Hi Lenny." Rachael flashed him her pass and moved down the center
aisle towards the back of the bus.

"Uh...Hi...Rache?" Lenny turned around watching as the back of Rachael
passed by the front of Rache. Lenny shook his head. "What the hell is
going on here?" he said under his breath watching as the longhaired
girl's ass pushed and pulled the tight leather mini hypnotically. She
turned and sat down in the center of the long bench all the way at the
back, spreading her legs slightly and smiling at Lenny until he turned
around and slowly closed the doors.

It was a long bus ride, nearly 40 minutes as it made it's circuitous
way around North Seattle. Monday afternoons were always slow and Rache
spent her time looking out the window as she always did, largely
ignoring everyone else. Occasionally she'd turn around and look at
Rachael who was invariably staring back at her. But halfway home she
turned around and did not see her for a moment, only some guy she
didn't know sitting near the back with his face turned down. He was
watching something intently, every now and then shifting suddenly as
if...He suddenly tilted his head back, resting it on the back of his
seat. The look of pleasure on his face told Rache where, or more
exactly what, Rachael was.

Rachael pulled her mouth off her new friend's cock. He'd filled her
mouth to overflowing with his semen and some had run down her lips and
across her chin, dripping onto her black skirt. She saw Rache staring
at her and she licked around her smeared red lips and cleaned her wet
fingers one by one. Rache turned around, her face burning and red. 

Rachael laughed and kissed the stranger on his cheek. "Got a pen?"

"Oh, yeah...Here."

Rachael took his pen and his hand in her left, turning it palm up. She
wrote her phone number on it. "I'm Rachael, call me. I have to go sit
by my sister, she gets lonely." Rachael tossed the pen on the seat and
left the confused but happy young man as he stared at the numbers on
his hand.

Rache looked away as Rachael sat down next to her. Their legs touched
and Rache shivered and moved away, pressing herself against the
window. 

"Oh come on, Rache, don't tell me you never sucked a guy before!"

"Not a stranger and not on a bus!"

"Shhhhh....You'll embarrass me!" Rachael laughed and exaggerated a
nervous look around.

"You don't know that guy, what if he's got a disease or something?"

"What? Like AIDS or something? So what? I don't care, bring it on!"

"Yeah sure. You liar."

"Oh fuck you! What's the difference Rache? Huh? You kill yourself with
loneliness! Still waiting for Prince Charming? Remember Patrick?...
Remember when he hit us with the fucking baseball bat Rache? How was
that, huh? I remember it, I remember every fucking second of it."
Rachael looked up for a second. "Eyes on the road Lenny!...It felt
good though didn't it? We deserved it didn't we. Look at me Rache, we
loved Patrick that night didn't we?"

Rache didn't say anything. She couldn't, Rachael already knew all the
answers. She knew everything.

Rachael leaned close, putting her mouth next to Rache's ear. "But I
stopped it after that."

"What? What do you mean?" Rache turned around so that there faces were
almost touching. She could smell her, everything about her. It dilated
her nostrils as she breathed it. The cigarettes, the stranger's sperm,
even the anger was tangible. Rache held her breath, staring into deep
brown eyes, mirrors of her own.

"I mean this. We're the same, but we're not are we? Look at us. Look
at that guy back there. Ask Dr. Harmon the next time you see him if he
thinks about fucking your ass. he does. I know it, but you don't. Why
is that Rache? Who's your last boyfriend?"

"My last boyfriend...Uh, Greg....Why?"

"Because I don't know him, moron...Patrick was mine. How many between
Patrick and Greg?"

"Two. Two guys. J.J. and Darrell."

"Nope, doesn't ring a bell. You know why?"

"I don't know...I don't understand."

"Because after Patrick beat us up I said never again. It was my turn,
it was my baseball bat and my choice and instead of keeping the hurt
inside I learned to share it."

"What? I don't...You don't make any sense. You're a liar."

"Am I? I've never lied to you. Everybody else does, but not me. When
it hurts I tell you when it feels good I tell you. I'm the only one
you can trust Rache."

Rachael reached out stroking Rache's head, combing her fingers through
her short fine hair. She caressed Rache's face with the back of her
hand. "This is our chance, isn't it? You know what I mean...Don't look
away. Look at me, we're almost home. You know what we both want."

Rache let Rachael turn her face so they were staring into each other's
eyes again. Rachael leaned forward and kissed herself, a gentle touch
of her lips to Rache's. "Say it."

"Yes." It was a whisper and Rache wondered where it had come from. She
knew what Rachael meant, it was a sudden clarity, which frightened
more than anything she'd ever felt before in her life. She closed her
eyes as she felt Rachael's soft lips once again on her own, parting
slightly and a touch of tongues.

The bus came to a stop 2 blocks from their house. Lenny watched the
two girls exit down the few large steps. "Bye Lenny." They both said
at the same time, with the same voice. Lenny just watched, staring
until the doors closed and they were gone.

----------------------------------------------------

The house was empty, silent when Rachael opened the door and threw her
purse on the small table near the door. She took Rache's hand and led
her toward the stairs.

"Wait....Wait...Where are we going?"

"Daddy's room."

"But don't you...I mean we can relax a little, talk or...something?"
Rache was reluctantly letting herself be pulled up the stairs.

"No Rache. We talk everyday, endlessly, tirelessly...We don't have to
do that now."

"But...I'm...I'm scared"

"I know! Isn't it wonderful? Come on....Yesterday we were weak. But
not now...We're here now. Both of us."

They took the steps slowly, one at a time. "I remember you. When I
was...Thirteen. I remember you..."

Rachael looked back smiling. "I cut our wrists." Another step, another
moment of the past. "But you stopped me, do you remember that Rache?"

"Yes. I called Daddy"

"Yes. Always Daddy...Do you think you can stop me now Rache? Do you
think Daddy will come this time?"

"I don't..."

"No. Daddy isn't coming Rache, it's only us. And we both want it, I'm
strong enough now, I can prove it to you. I can prove it to us."

They walked past their bedroom and Rachael didn't say a word, just a
quick look. Rache stopped and stared. "That's not...That's not my
room!"

Rachael laughed. "Well, I guess we know whose reality were in now,
don't we? Come on slowpoke...Remember when I put that sign on Daddy's
door?"

"Yes. Room 101"

"Yes. The worst thing in the world Rache. You called yourself Julia
for a week, I hate that name. A victim's name. Say it Rache, say those
words you used to say...When you wanted Daddy to spank us."

"We are the dead."

"Oh yes Rache, we are the dead." Rachael laughed again. Rache never
sounded like that when she laughed, it was a sound she tried to
imitate but could never get quite right. "God! Daddy hated it when you
said that. If only he knew. He makes a good Winston Smith, don't you
think?"

"What?"

"Please Rache, he's dead too don't you know that?"

Rache followed Rachael into her father's bedroom. Her eyes
instinctively went to the closet door. It was closed but she knew what
was inside. Rachael followed Rache's gaze. "Open it Rache...Get
Daddy's belt."

Rachael let go of the other girl's hand and watched as she slowly
pulled the closet door open. Yes, there in the darkness, hanging on
the row of hooks behind the door. A selection of ties and then her
father's belts. She picked one, a long very soft leather belt. Faded
and slightly discolored in certain places. She held it in her
trembling hands as she had so many times before. Only this time it
wasn't Daddy who would use it on her, it was she, herself. Another
version of her, somehow changed by a different choice. But still a
part of her that she knew and understood.

Rache brought the belt to Rachael who was sitting on the edge of the
bed. She patted her thighs, "Right here Rache, you know what to do."

The belt felt good in Rachael's hands, doubled it over, bringing the
metal-capped end around to meet the hard silver buckle. She put her
hand on Rache's back, not pushing her, just feeling the girl's heat as
she bent over Rachael's legs. She reached out to put her palms on the
floor, sliding forward so her butt was in the proper place. She felt
the blood rushing to her head and she took slow deep breaths, she'd
been doing this as long as she could remember. Rache felt Rachael's
fingers lifting her dress, exposing her white cotton panties. The
fingers were in the waistband, pulling them down. The cool air felt
nice on her flushed skin, she was trembling. Just as she always did,
shivering with anticipation.

"Are you getting wet Rache?" Rachael slide a finger between Rache's
thighs, finding her hot sex and massaging it lightly. "Oh yes! We
always get wet for Daddy don't we Rache?"

Rachael put her left hand on Rache's right hip, digging her
fingernails into the soft flesh, holding her tightly as she brought
the belt down sharply. *SMACK* It left an inch-wide stripe of redness
across Rache's pale skin. *SMACK* Again and again Rachael brought the
belt down, as hard as she could. *SMACK* She covered the other girl's
buttocks with angry streaks of red, criss-crossing, over and over.

Rache was biting her lip, sucking at it as the pain flooded her body.
And just underneath it was pleasure, trying to hide beneath the
endless whipping but Rache could feel it. The wetness was growing, her
sex contracting upon itself over and over with each cruel slap of
leather. And it was so good! Her father had beaten her often and
sometimes as hard as this, but not for this long. Over and over
Rachael brought the belt, each stroke accompanied by a soft grunt from
the effort, which was soon joined by Rache's high pitched yelps, and
then moans as her body surrendered.

"Yesss....It's nice isn't it Rache?" *SMACK* "I didn't know it was
this beautiful, no wonder Daddy loves us so much!" *SMACK* "I love us
too Rache." *SMACK* "Tell me you love me Rache." *SMACK* "Tell me!"
*SMACK* "Tell me!" 

Rachael was breathing hard, her face flushed and sweating. She was wet
as well, her body telling her it was ready. That it needed more. She
listened as Rache moaned beneath her, crying out as the belt stroked
the welts that had already risen. Bruises had formed and blood was
plainly visible, leaking from swollen skin, burst by the merciless
crack of the belt. Finally Rachael stopped. She tossed the belt aside
and immediately began rubbing the bruised and bleeding girl. Her flesh
felt like a furnace, she dug her nails into the tenderness, gouging
her and she was rewarded by a loud sobbing. Rachael shoved her hand
between Rache's thighs, pushing 3 fingers deep into Rache's wetness.
She fucked her fingers in and out and felt Rache responding, pushing
back, and rolling her hips as her orgasm shredded her sanity. 

"You always wanted that didn't we." Rachael was feeling the soft wet
walls of Rache squeezing her fingers. She turned her hand, she knew
exactly what they both liked the most. The girl was crying softly, her
short black hair hanging around her face. "Daddy likes it too Rache,
believe me...I found out what Daddy likes."

Rache made a low moaning sound, a sad song of denial.

"Oh? You don't believe me? he likes me Rache, he doesn't want a good
girl..." Rachael stabbed her fingers deep, ramming them in and out.
"He wants a bad girl, someone who doesn't whine and cry about how
fucked up she is...How fucked up you are."

Rachael let her fingers slid out of Rache's pussy as she reached down
to grab the girl by her hair. She yanked Rache's head back painfully
forcing her to slide off Rachael's thighs and kneel on the floor. It
felt as if Rache's hair was being pulled out from the roots. She
arched her back as Rachael turned her head to face her. 

"Was it good for you too?" 

"Ohhh...Please...I'm not sure I want to..."

"Yes you are Rache, you're sure...Why don't you kiss us, lick yourself
like you always wanted to."

Rachael spread her legs and lifted her body slightly as Rache reached
under the other woman's skirt. She unhooked the garters holding the
black nylons in place and rolled them slowly down Rachael's pale legs,
one at a time. Rache removed Rachael's shoes and pulled the silk off
her feet.

"Kiss my foot Rache."

Rachael watched as Rache picked up Rachael's foot, exactly the same as
her own. She kissed the top and Rachael pushed her toes between
Rache's lips. "Suck my foot Rache, make love to my foot with your
mouth." 

"Mmmm...Yes...Just like when we were 15...Remember? We could bend our
body down, lift our leg and suck our own toes. We thought it was so
perverted, remember that?"

Rache looked up at Rachael's smiling face, her lips spread wide around
the warm foot, all 5 toes caught in her mouth as she wriggled her
tongue over and around and between. She reached between her thighs and
rubbed small circles around her clit. She did remember, she remembered
how nice it was to cum as she worked her own foot between her lips.
She used to bite, as if trying to eat herself, breaking the skin
sometimes, filling her mouth with hot blood. Rache pressed her teeth
against the soft flesh and felt a tremor in Rachael's leg.

"Hssss..." A sharp intake of air and Rachael moved her hands to her
breasts, barely covered by the sheer white blouse. "Yesss....Do it
Rache, bite me....Taste me like we always wanted to..."

Rache's teeth sank deep into Rachael's foot, just above the toes,
piercing the skin. She could feel the suddenly salty rich flow of
blood in her mouth and she sucked on it, grinding her teeth into the
soft flesh. Rachael's hands pulled her breasts, twisting them as her
body shook. She had to have more, she had to have it now. She yanked
her blood and saliva covered foot out of Rache's mouth and grabbed her
head again, pulling her face between her legs, pressing the girl's
panting mouth to her sex.

The pungent smell of Rachael's recently used cunt filled Rache's
nostrils. She breathed it, smelling the truth. Dr. Harmon really had
taken her. She pulled Rachael's thong to the side, exposing the girl's
clean-shaven sex. It was wet and glistening and Rache had often
dreamed of tasting herself, of making love to herself. Rache pushed
Rachael's thighs apart, sucking the hard little clitoris between her
lips. She'd examined herself so many times before, testing herself,
finding out what she liked and disliked. She knew that after a few
moments the hard little piece of flesh would become so sensitive she'd
have to avoid it, it would become unbearable to touch. A hundred
thousand nerves dancing on pins and needles. She sucked it gently,
working her tongue underneath it, flicking across it until she felt
Rachael's fingers finding her hair, grabbing handfuls and pulling her
face away. She'd had enough, her body was twisting, pushing with her
feet to move Rache's mouth lower, against her wet canal. 

She didn't hesitate, Rache pressed her hungry mouth to the slit
identical to her own, she parted the same scarred labia with her
tongue, pushing inside. Rachael lay back on the bed, unable to
concentrate on anything else but the dream finally being reality.
Rache worked her tongue inside and out, sucking the blood-engorged
labia into her mouth, teasing them with her teeth, nibbling softly.
Rachael moaned as she felt her orgasm coming, it was fast, too fast.
She wanted to keep this feeling forever, her own mouth was moving, her
tongue tracing the same invisible path as Rache's.

Rachael's body moved by itself, thrusting her hips and sex against
Rache's hungry mouth as the flood of juices was suddenly released. She
gripped Rache's head in her hands, holding her lips and tongue tightly
to her sex, moaning loudly as the moment receded slowly away. It left
both of the girls breathless and Rachael pulled her upward, along her
body until their lips met. Rache's tongue pushed inside Rachael's
mouth so they could share the sweetness of her taste.

Rache looked down at her own face, identical in every detail beneath
the makeup. "Have you ever...I mean.."

The other girl smiled. "Have I ever done it with another girl before?"

"Yes."

"No, never...I never wanted to."

Rache laid her head in the soft shallow valley between Rachael's
breasts. "Me neither, only myself...I always wanted to...remember that
story, that Dolcett story?"

"Yes." Rachael remembered everything. How many times had she
masturbated at the thought of being decapitated, of her executioner
bringing her still conscious mouth to her dying sex, so she could
finally taste her own pleasure.

"Go get the ties, Rache."

Rache kissed Rachael again and got up, off the bed opening the closet
door and getting a handful of her father's neckties. Both of them knew
what was coming, both of them had played this dream before a thousand
times.

"I wish I had a penis." Rachael said.

"I know." It wouldn't quite be the way they really wanted it in some
ways, but it would be better in others.

Rachael tied Rache's hands first, behind her back and then again at
her elbows. She pulled them together high and hard so that Rache cried
out with the sudden pain. But it passed into an aching strain. Her
shoulders were pulled back so that she had to arch her back and her
small firm breasts jutted out, as did her smooth rounded ass.

Rachael stood back and admired her knots; they would hold she was
sure. Both women were feeling the excitement, the heat inside never
fading always urging them on.

"Now, what can we use?" Rachael looked around the room, the ceiling.
It didn't look like there was going to be any easy way to hang Rache.
"Maybe we should go to the basement?"

"No." Rache said, looking around as well. "This is where we have to do
it."

"How about using the closet door?"

"Tie it to the doorknob on the other side?"

"Yeah, would that work?"

"I think so, have to use some more ties. Will they hold me?"

"They'll hold you enough."

"Yeah, there's room on each side too."

"Yeah." Rachael started tying her father's ties together, testing each
knot by pulling on it until she was sure it would hold Rache's 100lbs.
"Do you want to hear some music?"

"Deftones? I was just thinking that!"

"Yeah, I'll get my CD Player in a minute. But first..." Rachael made a
slipknot and fitted the noose over Rache's head. She pulled it tight
with her right hand while she held the back of Rache's head with her
left. Rache made a slight gagging sound as she felt it close around
her neck, threatening to cut off her air and the blood flow to her
brain. But it felt good; it was perfect leaving just enough room to
keep her conscious. Rache squeezed her thighs together, feeling the
wetness still present.

Rachael led her captive self to the closet door, opening it just
enough so that she would be able to reach the doorknob on the inside.
Rache stood against it, on her tiptoes making herself as tall as
possible. Rachael pushed the length of ties over the top of the door;
it wasn't very high, a little over 6 feet, but plenty high enough for
their purpose. She pulled the end down, trying to lift Rache of her
feet but it was too awkward and the girl too heavy, even thin as she
was. Rachael went to her father's nightstand and got a couple of the
books he had stacked on top.

"Hmmm....The Search For Alexander...Good book."

Rache tried to answer, but her voice was weak from the noose tight
around her neck. She only nodded and lifted first one foot and then
the other so that she was a couple inches taller. Rachael pulled the
makeshift rope tight and wound it around the doorknob, tying it off so
that it would not come undone by accident. 

Rache lifted her feet again as Rachael took the books out from under
her. For brief second she hung suspended and the soft noose bit into
her tender neck, she felt a moment of panic that fueled her excitement
until the ties stretched and slipped a little, the knots tightening
and giving her just enough so that her toes touched the carpet. She
pushed, stretching her body, willing herself to be taller while
Rachael pried her finger under the noose and worked a little room for
Rache to breathe.

"There...Is that okay Rache?"

Rache couldn't speak and dared not try to nod, her face was turned
upward, the back of her head against the hard wood, as were her arms
and butt and heels, Rachael kissed her cheek. "Don't move sweetie,
I'll be right back."

Rache stayed that way, feeling the ache in her arms starting to become
a very uncomfortable cramp. The knots had turned her hands numb and
she could feel the tiny pins and needles as she moved them slightly,
wriggling her fingers. Her breathing was slow and shallow, but her
heart raced inside her chest. After a few minutes she began to think
she would have to change her position, her calves were tight and the
feeling in her feet was becoming painful as she stood on her toes. She
eased herself down and felt the slipknot getting fractionally tighter
around her neck and she quickly pushed herself back up, but the noose
did not slacken again, she could feel the blood pounding in her head
as it's flow was restricted further. Rache started to wonder if
Rachael was coming back, maybe she had been dreaming everything after
all, maybe the girl wasn't real. Maybe, somehow. Rache had managed to
do this to herself. Fear was taking her and she forced herself to
think clearly, no it wasn't possible. Someone was here, Rachael was
here, and she would come back.

Rachael limped through the house finding what she needed. Her foot had
stopped bleeding long since, but the bite wound had begun to throb as
she moved on it. But Rachael didn't mind, it felt good. Pain was
welcome it reminded her of so many things, love was pain. Rache had
just proven it to her again, the way her father had so many times. The
way her boyfriends had. And the way she was going to prove it to
Rache. Both of them knew everything about the other, they had to, they
were the same person after all. Not like split, the way it might seem.
Rache was there still, inside Rachael, a part of her. Just as she,
Rachael was a part of Rache. No, they were not two sides of one person
somehow split apart, they were the same person, and only different
choices had made them seem different in some ways.

Rachael returned and saw that Rachael had started turning red, the
noose tightened and she was unable to stand so high on her toes now.
But she was still alive, still conscious. Relief flooded her eyes when
she saw Rachael return. Not relief that she might somehow be saved,
neither of them wanted that. It was relief that she would not be
alone, that Rachael was there with her. Rachael dumped her things on
the bed and then loosened the noose slightly, with difficulty, but
enough that Rache could relax a little. Her face began returning a
little more normal and she breathed deeply, with a soft rasping sound.

"Digital Bath?....Or Change, first?...." Rachael looked to Rache as
she plugged in the portable CD player. "Yeah, Digital Bath first.
Change will come later."

Rachael walked over to Rache and kissed her flushed cheek. She pushed
a hand between the hanging girl's thighs and felt the wetness. "It's
nice isn't it? I wish it were me, but you wouldn't do it would you,
Rache? Not because you don't want to, you do, but because it isn't the
same feeling, is it?"

Rache watched as Rachael walked over to the bed. "I brought something
for us, a few things actually, that I know you'll like." She held up a
long, straight butcher's knife. "Nice huh?" Rachael set it down and
held up a pincushion with a few dozen large, long pins stuck in it.
"Of course, couldn't forget these!" 

The haunting strains of 'Digital Bath' by the Deftones filled the
room. It was loud; the way both of them liked it. No reason to talk
anymore, it probably hadn't ever been really necessary; they knew what
they were both thinking. Rachael started by pushing needles slowly,
one at a time deeply into Rache's breasts as she hung there, standing
tip-toe against the door. Not the usual piercing, not through a little
pinch of skin near her hard sensitive nipples, no Rachael pressed them
straight into Rache's breast. Sinking 2 inches of thin steel deep into
the firm fatty tissue. Rache screamed, shaking her head as her body
seemed to contract on itself. But no one would hear and no one would
stop them.

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Break: I'm singing along with "Digital Bath" by Deftones

You move like I want to/To see like your eyes do/We are downstairs
where/No one can see/New life breakaway/
Tonight I feel like more/Tonight I/You make the water warm/You taste
foreign/And I know you can see/The cord breakaway/Cause tonight I feel
like more/Tonight I feel/Feel like more/You breathed/Then you
stopped/I breathed then dried you off/And tonight/I feel like
more/Tonight

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Blood streamed in thin red lines from Rache's breasts, it stained her
pale skin and Rachael licked her lips. She rubbed her sex, pressing
her fingers in a small circle around her hardening clit. Rache's face
was red, tears glistened on her cheeks and she stared at the two-dozen
short points of metal sticking out of her. Every time she breathed she
could feel them, piercing her body. Her body ached from the strain of
standing and she'd found a way to grasp the doorknob in her hands, to
steady herself if only a little.

Rachael moved her mouth to Rache's breasts, kissing them and licking
at the blood. She dragged the flatness of her tongue across the jagged
little needles sticking out and rubbed her pussy harder. Rachael used
her thumb to press them in again, all the way this time. Her pressure
left small indentations, which disappeared, swallowing the needles one
at time. The agony was wonderful, Rache moaned, thrashing weakly as
the slivers of pain went deeper into her, grazing the tissue beneath
her wounded breasts.

The music had changed and with it Rachael dropped to her knees,
lifting Rache's legs so she could wrap them around Rachael's
shoulders, Her sex was blossoming with urgency, glistening and Rachael
pressed her mouth to the sex she'd known her whole life. It was a
dream come true, bound and helpless, writhing in the delightful agony
of pleasure and then being able to taste herself. Rachael pushed her
tongue deeply into Rache and was rewarded with a flood of tangy fluid,
a shuddering climax punctuated by moans and sharp yelps of pain as the
needles worked themselves deeper. Rachael was coming as well, her
fingers dipping deeply in the soft firm walls of her sex, working to
find the place, the release.

As Rache's climax receded Rachael's was just beginning and it was all
she could do to press her mouth against Rache and hold her with arms
wrapped around the hanging girl's thighs. She was pulling down,
unconsciously and Rache felt the noose growing tighter, cutting off
her air, making her body heave with the need to breathe. The needles
dug deeper and she tried to scream, to beg for air but no sound would
come. Her tongue felt thick and dry and in the way. Rache's mouth was
open, tilted up and her eyes began to bulge. She instinctively began
closing her legs, scissoring them around Rachael, ever tighter as she
spasmed.

Rachael finally realized what was happening, her heart was pounding,
the ecstasy refusing to leave her. She freed herself from Rache's
legs, finding a way to hold the girl enough so that she could loosen
the noose, pulling it just enough that Rache could gasp a lungful of
air and spit it out with a wheezing cough. Both girls felt exhausted,
Rache the worst of it. As she breathed soft shallow breaths into her
tortured lungs she felt the sharp needles buried in her breasts,
piercing her at both ends now, hidden in her body. 

Rachael made sure Rache could stand back up on her toes before letting
go of her. She kissed Rache deeply, pressing her wet warm tongue into
Rache's dry mouth. Rachael brought her hand to Rache's left breast as
they kissed and squeezed it, pressing it with her palm until she could
feel the needles inside. Rache moaned and then screamed into her twin
lover and Rachael drank it into her body. She pulled away and smiled.
Rachael went to the bed and picked up the knife. "It's time now,
Rache."

======================================================================================

Break: Singing along to "Change (In the house of flies) by Deftones

I watched you change/Into a fly/I looked away you were on fire/And I
watched a change in you/It's like you never had/Wings now you feel
alive/I've watched you change/I took you home/Set you on the glass/I
pulled off your wings/Then I laughed/And I watched a change in you/Now
you feel alive/Now you feel so alive/I've watched you change/Like you
never had wings/I look at the cross/Then I look away/Give you the
lungs to blow/Me away

======================================================================================

"I'm going to fuck you Rache." Rachael held the knife between her
legs, the silver blade pointing straight out from her. "I'm going to
take our virginity."

Rache watched and felt her heart racing, so many thoughts competing
for her attention. But the only one she could hear was the need, the
wonderful desperate need to feel it. To be impaled finally, awfully in
a moment of passion. She moaned, staring at the glinting stainless
steel. She licked her dry cracked lips and her body arched even
further, unknowingly, bending to the blade.

Rachael knew the place, the wonderful perfect place she'd picked so
long before. She pressed her fingers against Rache's pelvis, just
above her pelvic bone. She could feel the hard ridge inside, under the
layers of skin and fat and muscle. The guardian of Rache's womb. Of
their womb, she had practiced this cut, this urgent thrust a thousand
times. She pressed the point of the blade between her fingers and
pulled her hand away. The music had stopped and the only sound came
from their own breathless anticipation.

"Are you ready Rache?" Rachael stared into eyes equally brown, equally
wide. She saw herself reflected there and she didn't wait for an
answer. "I love you."

She shoved the blade in and slightly up, a quick smooth motion and as
she did so she twisted, forcing the point down again, seeking Rache's
womb. She had no way of knowing if she'd found, she didn't even know
if it was possible. But they both believed it. Rache gasped and then
sucked in a great lungful of air, holding it as her body went stiff.
Te pain roared through her, spreading like an arc of lightning through
all of her nerves. It paralyzed her mind, drove her to the edge of
sanity and then over.

Rachael felt the sudden wash of blood as it poured out of Rache's
lower tummy and onto Rachael's hands and body. She pressed her mouth
to Rache as she held the knife, slippery with blood. Rachael worked it
back and forth, twisting it as she forced her tongue into the dying
girl's mouth. She jerked her hand, stabbing with the knife. She wanted
to find that thing, that elusive part of them they'd spent their whole
lives looking for. Rachael sucked on Rache, pulling the air out of the
other girl's lungs and into her own. She pressed her body against her,
her hard nipples against Rache's. The needles forgotten. Everything
lost except the knife, seeking Rache's soul.

After a few moments Rachael backed away. Her body was covered with
blood. She pulled the knife out of the horrendous wound and half of
Rache's lower intestine fell out with it, a long uneven rope of flesh,
sliding slowly to the floor. Rachael stood there and watched, pressing
the tip of the knife unconsciously to her own abdomen. Rache had
collapsed, the noose around her neck was tight but it didn't matter.
She was dead, her soft brown eyes gone somehow pale. Rachael kissed
her again and closed Rache's eyes with her fingers, leaving red
streaks across her eyes and down her tear stained cheeks.

Downstairs the door opened and I stepped inside the house. It felt
different somehow and I called out to see if Daddy was somehow home.
I'd missed my Doctor's appointment, the first time I could ever
remember and I was feeling bad about it. It was one of those days that
just feel strange. I was glad to be home.

Rachael, upstairs, leaned close to Rache. "That wasn't my bedroom
either," she whispered.

The end

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