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Heart of Vengeance

Novel By: throb25
Gay and lesbian

Still working on this. This is the sequel to Heart of Fire which is available in on Amazon

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Submitted:Jan 5, 2014    Reads: 48    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

Heart of Vengeance


Dawn Carter


"Are you ready to get out of here?" Jamie asked as she eyed the small room which was crowded as women in all shape and sizes, some wearing all leather and others casually dressed walked from one side of the room to the other looking for a piece of happiness for the night.

"Relax and have a good time," her roommate Chris answered never turning to face her.

Jamie slumped on the bar stool and sighed, she used to love hanging out, and the night club used to be a happy place to have fun with her friends, but not since her and Sylvia broke up, it had become depressing and the women that frequented the club were just there in search of a one night stand. As lonely as she was, she was not sure if she could go there, she had only been with one woman, and that was over. She was not sure if and when she could move on.

"You want to dance?" Chris faced her; concern filled her as she saw the sad look in her friends eyes.

"Maybe later, okay?" Jamie sat unmoved and looked down at the bottle of beer in her hand.

"You have to start living Jamie." She smoothed her hand over Jamie's shoulder. "There's life after Sylvia."

"I know, but why does it still have to hurt so bad?"

"Because you really loved her that's why," Terri interrupted when she heard where the conversation was going. "You remember how long it took for me to get over Sarah, it took me two years and it still hurts, but when you get out and start dating again, it hurts less." Terri half smiled as she looked from Chris back to Jamie.

"You're right, but I don't know how to put myself out there."

Chris looked at her and smiled. "Yes you do, start with the next person who asks you to dance. Don't say no, just do it."

"But what if she's scary looking?"

Simultaneously Terri and Chris laughed. "Jamie, then wait for a cute one to ask you but stop telling everyone no."

"Okay fine!" Jamie said annoyed that her friends were pushing her so hard.

The bartender put a fresh beer in front of Jamie then winked.

"I didn't order that," she protested and pushed it away.

"I know but it's already paid for honey so you might as well drink it." The bartender Crystal laughed.

With a dry smile Jamie nodded her head as she looked at Chris who arched her eyebrow. She took the beer but had no intention of asking who sent it, all she could think about was Sylvia, and all they shared. She did not care what her friends said; they were not there to see the good times she shared with Sylvia. Jamie secretly opened her phone again to see if she called, but in the past year there was never a single text to say she was sorry. Jamie did not know why she expected to hear from her, and if she did contact her she was not sure how she would act, but she missed her. She could not understand how she could hurt her that way, how could she sleep with another woman when she promised her heart to her? The thought angered her, she deserved better, and she was going to get it. She was tired of hurting and she was more tired of being alone, she was not lonely her job kept her busy, but she hated when she would go home and lay in the bed alone. She missed simple things like pillow talk and waking up in the morning after a wonderful night of sex.

The breakup had been hard on Jamie. Over the past twelve months she had been secluding herself and would have protested when her friends begged her to go. But, tonight she had to remind herself several times that it was not about her, it was Terri's birthday and as miserable as she was she put on a smile and pretended everything was okay. She confided in Chris that she was worried about bumping into Sylvia, but Chris told her to put on her big girl panties and start living again.

As the night moved forward, Jamie had several more drinks and she felt free. She sat upright with her back to the crowd and every now and then, she would eye the women as they passed her. She cocked her right eye as the same women walked past and would wink. Jamie knew she looked good in the tight jeans that hugged her hips, and the half cut silk white shirt that only went midway down her torso that brought attention to her golden tan. She purposely spent extra time fixing her long blonde wavy hair so it would cascade over her shoulders, and with care she applied just the right amount of makeup to bring out her bright blue eyes.

She looked around when her favorite song played wanting to dance, but when she turned around the same woman that had been eyeing her motioned her to the dance floor. She had no intentions of being pulled into a one night stand with anyone, especially not her. She enjoyed the attention the woman showed her, but as much as she liked it she tried to ignore it. It had been a year since she and Sylvia broke up but it still stung like it was yesterday. She reasoned her first love was going to be hard to get over, but with enough distraction which she could find tonight she would be okay.

A few more songs played and boredom set in as she sat and watched the other women walk around and flirt with anyone who showed them a moment of attention, she chuckled to herself. The desperation in their actions was so unattractive. She eyed the clock on the wall, she was getting tired and ready to call it a night, but she had no way home. She knew the way Chris and Terri were talking and laughing they had no intention of leaving anytime soon.

The door to the club opened wide again and women piled in one at a time. She sighed when she saw the same group of women from the swingers club down the street that would come in hoping to find a willing partner to have a threesome. Her mouth hung open wide when she saw Sylvia walk in and her heart sank when she saw another woman on her arm. She wanted to run and hide, but she could not give her the satisfaction of knowing how much she affected her. As much as her heart hurt, she had to move on. She reminded herself she was a good looking woman and there had to be at least one woman in the room of approximately forty beautiful women and butches that would be easy to pick up.

Jamie looked around the room at her options, across the dance floor stood one of the most handsome butches she had laid eyes on, she watched as she leaned against the pole and flexed her muscles as other women in the bar walk past her. Out of the corner of her eye she watched as the woman sipped slowly on her beer. For the first time in the past year she was sexually excited, and she had to have this beautiful butch even if it was for just one night.

Chris watched as Jamie turned her head slightly enough to not be noticed. She giggled when she turned around and saw who she was looking at.

"You like?" she laughed when she looked at Jamie who smiled shyly.

"She's hot," she looked back over her shoulder. "I wonder who she is."

Chris arched her eyebrow as she nudged her in the side, "Go ask her to dance."

"I can't, what would I say? Hi my name is Jamie, I am desperate and you are so hot, dance with me and take me home and fuck me all night long?"

"Well I didn't say all that, but a dance would be a start," Chris said with a pang of jealousy.

Jamie looked back over her shoulder and tried to hide the smile when she looked at her, but it was too late. The woman took two steps forward and motioned her to join her on the dance floor. She could feel her heart race and almost tripped when she jumped off the stool.

"You got this," Terri said as Jamie smoothed down her shirt and sat her drink down. "Go get um tiger."

With a quick glance back at Terri, Jamie smiled. "I haven't danced in a while I hope I don't fall on my ass."

Terri let out a hearty laugh, "You got this Jamie, let her lead you."

"What if she can't dance then we will both look like idiots." The thought of Sylvia seeing her with a woman who only moved her feet worried her.

"Just go, you'll be fine," Chris assured. "If she doesn't know how to dance show her. You're hot on the dance floor."

Jamie smiled and took the few steps forward, and just as they stood face to face on the dance floor the song ended and the other women scattered, but she did not release Jamie's hand.

"My name is Gloria," she cooed her name which caused a shiver of desire to build within her. "Let's Rumba." Without A will of her own she fell into step, under the woman's spell as the song started. There was a connection she didn't have with Sylvia, as they moved masterfully across the floor.

Jamie's heart raced, not from the dance but from the heat between them. She didn't hold back, flipping her hips and pretending she was her lover. As the song finished another began, this time slow and sensual. She was ready to walk away, but Gloria held on tight and slowly eased her back in her arms.

"You smell so good," Gloria purred, and breathed in the clean scent of freshly washed hair as Jamie laid her head on her shoulder. The audience cheered, hooting their approval as the two spun around masterfully along the floor. Jamie's long legs moved skillfully, and when Gloria spun her around, she kept in step and arrived back in her arms as they moved.

Each step seemed rehearsed as each followed the other, anyone who looked would have thought the pair had danced together for years. When Gloria slid across the floor, Jamie followed and always ended back in her arms at the precise moment.

"What's your name sweetheart?" Gloria asked as she nibbled on her ear.

Jamie took a deep breath and held on tight. She had to fight the urge to kiss the women whose body felt so good against her own. She finally straightened and looked at her. "Jamie," she choked out the word. "My name is Jamie."

From the corner of her eye, Jamie could see Sylvia on the sideline with the rest of the women watching. She could swear she saw anger in her eyes as she stood with her arms crossed. The woman who walked in with her stood smiling as if she was oblivious to the history. As the dance continued, Jamie had to fight the urge to look over in Sylvia's direction. She had to reassure herself several times that she deserved better, and as Gloria held her she finally knew she was strong enough to put the past behind her.

She cocked her head sideways when she saw Sylvia who stood slumped and for a second she had to look again, she realized at that moment that she didn't even know what she saw in her to begin with. She shrugged and looked back towards her dance partner who had been looking at her while she looked at Sylvia. Jamie felt awkward when she thought she saw concern in her eyes, but smiled and moved across the floor putting more distance between her and her ex.

As soon as the song ended the next song started, Jamie pulled back she needed to get away from this woman who threatened to wake every desire within her.

Gloria held up a finger. "One more," she silently mouthed and Jamie nodded, helpless. She couldn't refuse her if she tried.

She spun her across the floor and the audience went wild when they saw the two spin and maneuver one another with ease. A larger crowd gathered, perhaps drawn by the applause. Jamie blushed but didn't look away from Gloria's eyes. She could tell by the heated gaze that her night was far from over.

Gloria spun her around again, and Jamie took her hand and set her feet, deciding to play it back to her for all she was worth. The moves she made were sensual and meant for Gloria and no one else. The audience cheered their approval as the dance went on. At one point Gloria pulled her so close, Jamie could swear she felt a hard bulge pressed against her hip. It excited her to know Gloria was strapping, she had to ignore the wetness that built between her legs as she imaged the women bending her over one of the nearby tables and fucking her. She imagined what it would feel like for Gloria to dip her tongue into her and to suck on her clit. The thought made her nipples erect and ache.

When the song ended Jamie gripped her hand and silently dared her to let go, and when she was sure Sylvia was looking she pulled Gloria to her and kissed her slow, long and deep, greedily devouring her. For an agonizing moment she refused to let reality into her mind and buried her hand in Gloria's hair, eagerly allowing her to walk her backwards off the floor.

The audience exploded in wild catcalls, asking for more. They finally ended their embrace and Gloria slipped her arm around Jamie's waist, leading her to the bathroom.

Neither spoke. Then the door to the stall closed and Gloria pulled her into her. When their lips met again the kiss was tender almost romantic, but as it continued it became forceful and desperate. Gloria slid her hand up Jamie's shirt and tugged at the bra that harnessed the soft flesh, she was eager to feel. She pinched the erect nipple between her fingers as she set a series of gentle kisses down her neck.

"I want to feel you," she said, her voice raspy as she took Jamie's left nipple in her mouth.

The room spun as Jamie leaned up against the door, hard with desire; she glided Gloria's willing hand down her pants.

"Oh my God, don't stop," Jamie hissed as her fingers entered and stroked in and out. "Not here." She stopped the movement as Gloria unzipped her pants aware that anyone who walked in the room would know what they were doing.

Gloria looked drunkenly into her eyes, her desire had been unleashed and the need to please Jamie overrode her concerns of where they were. She stepped back and looked at her, and then to the dirty stall they stood in. "My place or yours?"

"If it's okay I would like to go to mine," Jamie said a little apprehensive. The reality that she did not know her made feel uneasy, but when Gloria kissed her again and whispered in her ear how she would go anywhere with her, all her fear slipped away.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Meanwhile outside, his shadow cast on the wall as he rounded the corner of the nine hundred block of Central Avenue, he grimaced as two woman walked past holding hands. He eyed the matching rainbow scarves that hung from their rear left pocket of their jeans. His eyes widened in disgust at the way they held hands as they walked into the building with a sign above the door that read The Closet. He thought how easy it would be to just walk in with a machine gun and kill all the occupants but that was too easy and he demanded the pleasure of watching the pain in their eyes as they waited for him to pull the trigger.

The gap widened between him and the front door as the night stretched on. He walked the streets around the bar making mental notes of the alleys and adjoining streets. He walked for hours waiting for the right time. When his car came into view, he stepped in and smashed the horn twice, and swerved around a yellow cab then stopped suddenly when the building came back into view. He did not exit his vehicle, instead, he watched women walk in and out of the entrance of the bar. It was getting hard for him to tell which ones were women and which were men. A tall woman who exited the car behind him wore tight jeans, cowboy boots, and a leather jacket. She took two steps forward and held out her hand to the woman who climbed out of the passenger side. Just as they reached the door, the tall blonde who wore the cowboy boots took the other in her arms and kissed her skillfully. He cringed and looked away in disgust. He thought how easy it would be to tie her up, show her what a real man was made of, then just as she begged for him to continue, he would pull the trigger and kill her. The thought made him hard; he leaned back and stroked himself slow at first, then faster until his frustration found release.

When the clock reached one thirty A.M he tapped his fingers. He knew the bar would be closing, just then he glanced up and a single redhead walked from the building and turned to the right and walked slowly along the sidewalk. She was younger than the other ones, but she was still a sinner, and he had every right to her, she broke the rules. A sole, unanswerable question lingered. Why? Why do women steel other women from their rightful place next to their husbands? Anger swelled within as he remembered the one who ruined his life.

"Get off your ass and get her," he scolded himself from behind the wheel and stepped out quickly and followed close behind.

"You broke the rules. Your ass is mine." Without paying attention to the statement the women kept walking but this time a little faster as she rounded the corner. She heard his footsteps and at first it did not concern her, but when she turned right then made a sharp left at the end of the next block, he kept his pace. When she was sure he could not see her, she ran, her heart raced and fear set in.

"Don't move!" In a raspy desperate voice, he ordered holding the muzzle of the gun to the back of her head.

"Please don't kill me," she cried, her heart beat thundered in her ears as he stomped around her calling her a whore and a home wrecker.

He gave the nearest streetlight a glance, realizing he would be out of time he had to act and finish what he started. The dueling hypothesis of fucking her before killing her tortured him. It was a battle of how easy it would to just kill her or show her what she had been missing. The recent events flashed in his mind from his last kill, he had felt unsatisfied. He needed a new arrangement that would mean expanding the neighborhoods for a place to rent. The alley would have to do for now.

He ordered her to walk, and when he saw a rod iron gate, it was obvious at first glance the home was not occupied by anyone. He hesitated as he eyed the five bar gate which looked out of place in the urban landscape. He wondered if the owner of the house was from the country and if so, had they installed it to remind them of home?

He pushed her forward, and hesitated when the gate screeched as it opened. He looked around to make sure no one heard. Terri tried to escape as he forced her to walk, but he pushed the gun harder into the back of her head. "Move bitch, and if you try to get away again, I will kill you right here."

Terri did as she was told; she had read that if you don't fight with your attacker, they will let you go when they are done getting what they want. "Please don't kill me," she begged as he walked her into the back yard of the home and down the path towards the door.

At first glance she knew no one lived there, the old house must have been little more than a glorified shed even in the day it was built. She eyed the house in terror knowing once she was locked inside with him, either he would rape her and kill her, or he would take mercy and let her go. She knew if she screamed someone would hear her, but then he would kill her before she had a chance to beg him to spare her life.

"Move," he growled and moved her towards the door that hung on its hinges at a jaunty angle. "Inside," he ordered.

Once inside, he held the gun to her head with one hand and forced the door upright and closed it with the other, with care not to make noise.

Terri eyed the interior of the home. The windows were gaping holes for the wind to rush in and out through and would make for an easy escape if he let his guard down.

He eyed the rooms to make sure there were no squatters inhabiting it. He acknowledged the decrepit home was perfect. No one would look for them in there, and he could fill his desire to control this woman and make her pay. When he found the one room with a door and all the windows intact, he pushed her forward.

She could feel the bulge in his pants as they moved. Her heart thundered in her chest as they walked to the center and he ordered her to remove her clothes. "Please, you don't have to do this, I will give you whatever you want, and please just let me go," she begged knowing he was not listening.

He licked his lips as she removed her pants, and his excitement showed as the mound in his own pants bulged. "Now lay down!" He growled as he waved the gun in her face. He stood just over her and unzipped his pants and slid on a condom, he wanted to ram his dick so hard into her, she would cry out for more. He could hear her whimper beneath him as he lay on top of her and forced his hard cock in. "Tell me you want me, beg me to go faster," he groaned in pleasure.

Through the tears Terri did as she was told. "I want you, go faster," she choked the words as she tasted the vomit that forced its way up and burned her throat. She coughed as she swallowed it back down and whimpered as his pace picked up. She could feel him bruise her insides as he slammed harder into her as he reached orgasm, and when he was done he collapsed on top of her. His dead weight was smothering, he lifted his gaze and looked at her for a brief second and sighed.

"That was wonderful, you were so tight," he licked his lips again. "Too bad I have to kill you," the words slithered like a serpent into her ear.

"Please, don't kill me, I promise I won't tell anyone what happened."

"You have to die, you have sinned against all men," spit flew from his mouth as he hissed his hatred. "You have to pay for your crimes."

"Please, I never did anything to hurt you or anyone else," Terri pleaded hoping he would let her live. "Please, mister, let me go.

"Suck my dick and I will let you live for now," he laughed. worse than death but she would do anything if he would let her go. She looked at his erect penis and wiped away the tears that flowed over the brim of her eyes. She watched him remove the condom and slide a new one over it.

"Now suck it and make me come again," he smiled and closed his eyes as she put her mouth over it and maneuvered it in.

She looked up at him, and when he closed his eyes again, she bit down hard causing him to scream in horror. She could taste the blood in her mouth and she bit down harder. Terri pulled back enough to put space between them and jump up. Just as she made it to the door, he grabbed her by her hair. She cried out, and tried to pull away, she could feel her hair being ripped out, but she did not care, she had to get away.

He yanked her back and wrapped his hands around her throat, "You want to get rough? You got it."

She clawed at the attacker's hand, her nails slashing his flesh as she fought to loosen his hold. Through the ringing crescendo of blood in her ears, she heard the barking of a dog. He jerked back and Terri twisted away. He grabbed at her, clenching her shoulders. She lashed out, and beat her fists against the rough texture of his jacket. She was desperate as she tore herself free, squealing in pain as his fingers raked down her arm and pulled her back.

"YOU FUCKING BITCH!" He bellowed and cocked his right arm back and connected his fist to her jaw causing her to fly backwards. She landed on the hard wood floor so hard she could feel it crack beneath her. She tried to move but he punched her again, this time the room started to spin and all went black.

His heart raced as he realized what he had done, he never argued with his fists before, but his words would always pack a powerful punch. Always carefully spoken, without drama his words had an air of finality to them and no matter how hard anyone railed against them, nothing would change his mind. Now all that was changing, he had changed and with each kill he felt himself slipping further away from who he once was. He rubbed his bleeding penis and cursed when he realized she had broken the skin. He knew now if he wanted pleasure with his kill he would either have to wait or go without.

The dark room was no longer safe, he had to either kill her here now or take her somewhere else. He weighed his options knowing light would soon be upon them. He glanced down at his watch and spun around when he heard a noise. The cell phone in her jean pocket vibrated and played an unfamiliar tune. He snatched it and turned the phone off. He could not risk someone using a GPS to find her, a trick he had used so many times to keep track of his ex-wife.

He paced back and forth throughout the house. He was aware the neighbors would soon investigate why the dog was barking. He rejoined her in the room and picked up her limp body and flung her over his shoulder but as he took a few steps he heard voices come from outside. He peered out the crack in the window and watched as a few people walked by. He was out of time, he would never be able to leave with her and if he shot her, it would bring people running. He threw her back on the floor and with the butt of his gun he hit her with all his force several times on the back of the head.

When he was sure she was dead, he searched the room for his used condoms. He knew enough about forensics to know not to leave evidence. He pulled out a little flashlight attached to his key ring when he could not find the second one. There on the floor it lay next to her. He made sure his contents did not spill out before he stepped back. As he moved the reminder of her teeth on his penis caused him to halt. He rubbed it and cussed wishing he had more time he would make her pay for it.

When he reached the door he eyed the house around him, he took a moment to relish the moment and set the location of his kill to memory. He noted the house seemed to have collapse inwardly on itself somewhat, like a loaf of bread taken out of the oven too soon. The roof sagged and the cedar shingles stuck up in places like loose teeth. The grass grew long and un-kept around it and in that grass were tracks that looked like young children's. As he reached the gate, he noticed how the solid cedar wood held it together with large iron nails. But it had not been varnished for many years and the rot had set in. The hinges and nails had become rusted and the gate hung at an odd angle. It gave the impression that one good gust of wind could finish it off. He opened it with the same care he did when they walked in together and closed it as quietly behind him. He gave one last quick look back, smiled inwardly. The next one, he thought will be planned out better. Now he just needed to find a secluded place to take them.


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