Post by Aphrodite on Nov 24, 2008 6:32:33 GMT -5
Aphrodite was waiting in her chambers when Annabelle LeValle was ushered in, two of her more vicious guards stepping in with her then leaving. The madame was dressed in a silky nightgown that was short enough to show off her perfect legs and low cut enough to showcase her impossible bust. Her long, rich hair was hanging free behind her as she reclined on a love seat.
"LeValle. You know you're not welcome here. Why is it you continue to abuse my hospitality and come?" Aphrodite sighed. She resisted the urge to just make LeValle never want to come back. Somewhere, somehow, the small, brutal woman fascinated her greatly.
"My men are on shore leave. I go where my troops do. Therefore, I am here." LeValle replied, gesturing somewhat with the hook she had recently grafted to her arm.
"Your men are well behaved enough, for military. Even your crazy Snake." Aphrodite replied coldly. "But they have never, never mutilated one of my girls, Captain. Not like you have." Aphrodite was not a good woman or a nice woman by any means, but she did care for the people who worked for her. They trusted her to keep the normally hellish work environment they faced safe, after all. And Aphrodite prided herself on the fact that her prostitutes were well cared for and that abuse of them was never, ever tolerated.
LeValle said nothing, just stared her cold stare at Aphrodite. The famous Madame A was getting goosebumps from it. And, oddly enough, just a tinge of arousal.
"You are most asuredly not going near any of my girls, especially with that." Aphrodite gestured at her hook. "Those poor girls...do you have any idea how mentally scarred they are from that? The worst part is, from your reputation, they got off easy. You're a sick woman, LeValle, and I am not going to let you slice up my girls like a piece of meat. You're spending your shore leave on your ship."
Annabelle strode forward, hand not on her sword, though Madame A was sure that that did not mean anything.
"Do you think you're better than me the way you aid and abet outlaws, pirates, and scum, Reed?" LeValle growled. "You know how many good men have died? How much money that has been lost? Because of some scrap of information you fed Hart?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." Aphrodite said with an impeccable poker face.
"Of course not." LeValle murmured as she knelt by Aphrodite. "You don't know a thing, do you?"
"Not a thing." A small blush came to Aphrodite's face that she quickly suppressed. LeValle was awfully close to her right now, those dull blue eyes locked on her very dark brown eyes.
In a motion too fast for Aphrodite to really track, Annabelle had a hand full of her hair and was pulling it hard, pulling the Madame's head up and exposing her neck. The next instant, her hook was pressed to Aphrodite's tender neck flesh.
"If you killed me, you would never make it out of this room. Neither would your men." Aphrodite said calmly. "And the government would learn all about how you like to cut up pretty red, tall, thin red headed girls and leave them for dead after you fuck them as brutally as you can. And how sometimes you just curl up against them and sob for hours and hours."
Annabelle held the hook to Aphrodite's throat a second longer before pulling it away and letting go of her hair. "That's much better. Now, like I said, you are not wanted here. I won't let you hurt my girls again. They've had hard enough lives without a psychopath like you hurting them more."
The taller woman said nothing, her back now turned away from the Madame.
"She has that effect, doesn't she?" Aphrodite said at length. "You just want her after a while. Nothing else really compares, does it?" She smirked a little. "Or maybe the sex isn't what you're really looking for. Maybe you want her to love you like a little sister again. But she won't let that. None of the girls know how to act just the way that's like her. So you beat and cut and fuck the difference out of them until your rage fades and you're left with a battered, dying shell. An innocent who did nothing more than refuse to live up to your standards, refused to give you the outlet for the rage and pain you feel."
Annabelle turned and glared at Aphrodite. The half-Chinese woman rolled her eyes. "I read people, dear. It's what I do. Just like I know that even if I ban you from this establishment, you're going to do something stupid, aren't you? Find some poor girl and force her, maybe? Or just surprise her with the hook?"
A guilty expression hit LeValle's face, guilty and disgusted with herself. Disgusted at the truth behind Aphrodite's words.
"Ah, there's your remorse. I was wondering if you still had it or if the LeValles removed it at birth." The gorgeous woman said coyly. "But the remorse doesn't matter, does it?" Aphrodite's expression got a little saddened herself. "You just need to do it. You can't help yourself, can you? You have a bloodlust that you can never quench, and a yearning for her that will never die."
Aphrodite rose then and sauntered over to Annabelle, running a finger down the other woman's uniform. "No hook, no knives, no sword. No broken bones, no bruises or marks anywhere anyone will see that can't be covered by makeup." She said, locking eyes with LeValle, her expression serious. "You have all shore leave to take out those violent, frustrated urges that you would have done to my girls. But you have to do them to me."
"Are you telling me you want me to beat you to death?" The unstable Captain sneered after a moment of uncomprehending, broken-minded staring.
"The original threat still stands, lovely." Aphrodite purred. "But I can't stop you if you stalk off and attack one of my girls. And I will lose more than one guard or other employees if I try to stop you. And also," She stepped closer to the Captain. "You're full of passion. Violent, burning passion. I want some of that. It's like a moth staring into a candle flame. I am going to be burned, but I can't help it. It's in my nature. And you a are a fire too hot to keep burning. You are going to burn yourself out some day. It is your nature as well."
Annabelle stared at her for one more moment before kissing the Madame as hard as she could, biting down on her lip and gripping her hair tightly before LeValle slapped with her now equipped metal hand her hard enough to pull the bustier woman off her feet. LeValle then dragged Aphrodite by her hair to her massive bed and tossed her on before she straddled the very rich woman's hips and held her wrists down painfully tightly. LeValle undid her uniform jacket and tossed it away, exposing a threadbare white dress shirt underneath, the woman's white bra just barely visible underneath.
******
Hours later, Aphrodite lay, bruised and battered, on the bed, covers pulled up and whimpering softly. Annabelle was laying next to her, both women nude, the Captain's arms drawn tightly--almost protectively--around the Madame.
Aphrodite made a list of what she would need--anti swelling cream, lots of makeup, and probably to wear less revealing clothing for a few days, simply for simplicity's sake, as the bruises on her rear and bust could attest to. LeValle had beaten her half to death, no internal wounds--beyond cervical bruising--but enough external ones to make her whole body feel tender, vulnerable, and exposed.
But, yet, she did not regret what she had told Annabelle to do to her.
Afterwards, the dull blue eyes of the Captain had welled up with tears, as if she had just then realized what she had done. She had cried for hours, and the battered Aphrodite held her quietly and cooed soft, nonsense things to her and told her how everything would be alright.
Now, Aphrodite nearly felt claimed by the taller, younger (though she would never admit it) woman. Claimed for what purpose and to what end in her heart--a replacement for Josetta, or a favorite toy to beat on--was anyone's guess.
"LeValle. You know you're not welcome here. Why is it you continue to abuse my hospitality and come?" Aphrodite sighed. She resisted the urge to just make LeValle never want to come back. Somewhere, somehow, the small, brutal woman fascinated her greatly.
"My men are on shore leave. I go where my troops do. Therefore, I am here." LeValle replied, gesturing somewhat with the hook she had recently grafted to her arm.
"Your men are well behaved enough, for military. Even your crazy Snake." Aphrodite replied coldly. "But they have never, never mutilated one of my girls, Captain. Not like you have." Aphrodite was not a good woman or a nice woman by any means, but she did care for the people who worked for her. They trusted her to keep the normally hellish work environment they faced safe, after all. And Aphrodite prided herself on the fact that her prostitutes were well cared for and that abuse of them was never, ever tolerated.
LeValle said nothing, just stared her cold stare at Aphrodite. The famous Madame A was getting goosebumps from it. And, oddly enough, just a tinge of arousal.
"You are most asuredly not going near any of my girls, especially with that." Aphrodite gestured at her hook. "Those poor girls...do you have any idea how mentally scarred they are from that? The worst part is, from your reputation, they got off easy. You're a sick woman, LeValle, and I am not going to let you slice up my girls like a piece of meat. You're spending your shore leave on your ship."
Annabelle strode forward, hand not on her sword, though Madame A was sure that that did not mean anything.
"Do you think you're better than me the way you aid and abet outlaws, pirates, and scum, Reed?" LeValle growled. "You know how many good men have died? How much money that has been lost? Because of some scrap of information you fed Hart?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." Aphrodite said with an impeccable poker face.
"Of course not." LeValle murmured as she knelt by Aphrodite. "You don't know a thing, do you?"
"Not a thing." A small blush came to Aphrodite's face that she quickly suppressed. LeValle was awfully close to her right now, those dull blue eyes locked on her very dark brown eyes.
In a motion too fast for Aphrodite to really track, Annabelle had a hand full of her hair and was pulling it hard, pulling the Madame's head up and exposing her neck. The next instant, her hook was pressed to Aphrodite's tender neck flesh.
"If you killed me, you would never make it out of this room. Neither would your men." Aphrodite said calmly. "And the government would learn all about how you like to cut up pretty red, tall, thin red headed girls and leave them for dead after you fuck them as brutally as you can. And how sometimes you just curl up against them and sob for hours and hours."
Annabelle held the hook to Aphrodite's throat a second longer before pulling it away and letting go of her hair. "That's much better. Now, like I said, you are not wanted here. I won't let you hurt my girls again. They've had hard enough lives without a psychopath like you hurting them more."
The taller woman said nothing, her back now turned away from the Madame.
"She has that effect, doesn't she?" Aphrodite said at length. "You just want her after a while. Nothing else really compares, does it?" She smirked a little. "Or maybe the sex isn't what you're really looking for. Maybe you want her to love you like a little sister again. But she won't let that. None of the girls know how to act just the way that's like her. So you beat and cut and fuck the difference out of them until your rage fades and you're left with a battered, dying shell. An innocent who did nothing more than refuse to live up to your standards, refused to give you the outlet for the rage and pain you feel."
Annabelle turned and glared at Aphrodite. The half-Chinese woman rolled her eyes. "I read people, dear. It's what I do. Just like I know that even if I ban you from this establishment, you're going to do something stupid, aren't you? Find some poor girl and force her, maybe? Or just surprise her with the hook?"
A guilty expression hit LeValle's face, guilty and disgusted with herself. Disgusted at the truth behind Aphrodite's words.
"Ah, there's your remorse. I was wondering if you still had it or if the LeValles removed it at birth." The gorgeous woman said coyly. "But the remorse doesn't matter, does it?" Aphrodite's expression got a little saddened herself. "You just need to do it. You can't help yourself, can you? You have a bloodlust that you can never quench, and a yearning for her that will never die."
Aphrodite rose then and sauntered over to Annabelle, running a finger down the other woman's uniform. "No hook, no knives, no sword. No broken bones, no bruises or marks anywhere anyone will see that can't be covered by makeup." She said, locking eyes with LeValle, her expression serious. "You have all shore leave to take out those violent, frustrated urges that you would have done to my girls. But you have to do them to me."
"Are you telling me you want me to beat you to death?" The unstable Captain sneered after a moment of uncomprehending, broken-minded staring.
"The original threat still stands, lovely." Aphrodite purred. "But I can't stop you if you stalk off and attack one of my girls. And I will lose more than one guard or other employees if I try to stop you. And also," She stepped closer to the Captain. "You're full of passion. Violent, burning passion. I want some of that. It's like a moth staring into a candle flame. I am going to be burned, but I can't help it. It's in my nature. And you a are a fire too hot to keep burning. You are going to burn yourself out some day. It is your nature as well."
Annabelle stared at her for one more moment before kissing the Madame as hard as she could, biting down on her lip and gripping her hair tightly before LeValle slapped with her now equipped metal hand her hard enough to pull the bustier woman off her feet. LeValle then dragged Aphrodite by her hair to her massive bed and tossed her on before she straddled the very rich woman's hips and held her wrists down painfully tightly. LeValle undid her uniform jacket and tossed it away, exposing a threadbare white dress shirt underneath, the woman's white bra just barely visible underneath.
******
Hours later, Aphrodite lay, bruised and battered, on the bed, covers pulled up and whimpering softly. Annabelle was laying next to her, both women nude, the Captain's arms drawn tightly--almost protectively--around the Madame.
Aphrodite made a list of what she would need--anti swelling cream, lots of makeup, and probably to wear less revealing clothing for a few days, simply for simplicity's sake, as the bruises on her rear and bust could attest to. LeValle had beaten her half to death, no internal wounds--beyond cervical bruising--but enough external ones to make her whole body feel tender, vulnerable, and exposed.
But, yet, she did not regret what she had told Annabelle to do to her.
Afterwards, the dull blue eyes of the Captain had welled up with tears, as if she had just then realized what she had done. She had cried for hours, and the battered Aphrodite held her quietly and cooed soft, nonsense things to her and told her how everything would be alright.
Now, Aphrodite nearly felt claimed by the taller, younger (though she would never admit it) woman. Claimed for what purpose and to what end in her heart--a replacement for Josetta, or a favorite toy to beat on--was anyone's guess.