Post by bigfan on Apr 17, 2017 3:17:08 GMT
The FAWN Arena, basement level. After the show…
Lenore Lemarchand was alone in the Black Court’s private Locker/Rec/Training Room, as the Burlingame Sisters and Becky Clayton had made their exit perhaps five minutes prior. Enjoying the quiet as she went about locking the place up for the night, the slender brunette reflected on how seamlessly Becky and Lily had fitted in with she and Susan. Not that the Star Strider had taken the knee, or shown any inclination to do so, but the fact that the youngest Burlingame was allowed into this room in the first place spoke volumes about Emily’s regard for her place in the Great Game. Becky proved an even bigger surprise, as Lenore expected she and Susan to… clash, would be a polite word for it. Imagine her delight then when the strong-willed pair developed a seemingly instant rapport based on their mutual love of insane workout tricks and kicking their opponents square in the face.
It was a relief, no question. Though Emily was much closer at hand than FAWN suspected, her absence at television and live events meant that Lenore was looked to as the de facto face of the Black Court and the pressures associated therewith were both exhilarating and terrifying. Teaching Lucy and Mina a lesson in front of the whole world did a great deal to allay the brunette’s concerns and she looked forward to another go ‘round (or three) with the California duo if they hadn’t learned their less--
A knock at the door, the old ‘shave and a haircut’ bit that Kent always used to identify himself as a friendly. Smiling without realizing it, she crossed the room and called out, “Coming, hold on!” At the door in a few long strides, she undid the deadbolt and said, “I was just on my way up, you didn’t have to--
TWHUNK! The door slammed inward and caught her on the forehead hard enough to set off fireworks behind her eyes. Practically blinded by the unexpected blow, Lemarchand staggered backward and only caught a swirl of dark-haired movement slipping in from outside. “Harker, you bytch.” Lenore grunted. “You’re going to OOOOFFFFFHHH!”
A kick slammed into her belly, then strong fingers curled in her hair. A few sharp tugs made her shriek and kept Lenore off balance until her assailant reared back and dropped to her knees, which in turn BOUNCED Lemarchand’s head off the carpeted floor. Foggier than ever, the vulnerable Courtier braced her hands and started to rise, only to get driven down by the familiar weight of someone’s haunches slamming against her lower back. The hands gripping her elbows came as no surprise, not that it stopped Lenore from fighting to keep herself out of “UUUUNNNNGGGGGHHHH!” Those hands slipped Lemarchand’s arms over intruding thighs, then cupped her chin and craaaaaaanked back in a hellacious Camel Clutch.
A loud internal alarm reminded her that Lucy was a blonde now and there was another brunette on the roster who favored this particular hold. “Fuuuhhh… what’s the matter, Amara?” she asked through clenched teeth. “Afraid to settle up in the rinGGGOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!”
The unknown woman slipped her fingers into Lenore’s mouth and tortured her with a fishhook for almost twenty seconds! Sputtering and coughing even before the punishment ended, Lenore hissed in disgust when she felt those damp fingers wiped off on her cheeks. Then one hand cupped her chin and another brushed the hair off her forehead. “I’m afraid you’re oh for two, dear.” a cool, faintly amused voice said. “Perhaps it’s time you opened your eyes?”
Lenore’s neck was wrenched again, to the point that when she did as bade she found herself staring up into the face of, “Elise?”
ELISE WINTERREST:
Ms Murder smiled and ran the ball of her thumb over Lemarchand’s bottom lip. “Yes indeed. I knew you’d figure it out sooner than later.”
The revelation did nothing to soothe the wounded brunette’s nerves. “What the f*ck is this about? There are easier ways to get a mmmmRRRRGHHHHHH!”
Winterrest cupped a hand over Lenore’s mouth and pinched her nose between thumb and forefinger, effectively smothering the vulnerable woman. “I’ll get to that in a moment,” Elise cooed, “but first I should tell you what this is NOT about. I can already see it in your eyes, you’re racking that beautifully wicked brain of yours trying to sort through all those old slights, wounds and insults for the one that might’ve instigated my little visit. Well rest easy dear, this is hardly personal, or perhaps it’s better to say, it’s not personal based on any existing condition. While it is my hope that our little game becomes EXTREMELY personal, the genesis is right here, right now. Do you understand?” She broke the palm smother only to hook index and middle fingers into Lenore’s nose and pull back again!
The Raven wailed and kicked, managed to wrench an arm free and grabbed hold of the other brunette’s encroaching wrist. “Afraid it’s not time for us to meet on level ground just yet, dear one.” Winterrest’s voice was as cold as her name as she reseated the Camel Clutch. Once Lenore’s arms were out of the way, she slipped those dangerous hands into the arm-holes of the other brunette’s tank-top and gently took hold of her nipples.
Emily’s Lady in Waiting took a deep, presumably steadying breath, difficult considering she was still sore from the effects of Lucy’s hateful talons. “Don’t you dare, Elise. This isn’t the sort of fight you--” she clenched her teeth with an audible clack as the newcomer twisted the sensitive flesh like a radio dial.
“Scream and I’ll let go, Lenore.” Winterrest cooed. “Maintain this foolish silence and I’ll make sure you can’t wear a bra for a month.”
Voice straining with hurt, Lemarchand sneered, “Save your threats for the rest of the new meatAAARRRRRRRHHHHHHHHH YOU BYTCH!”
Ms Murder added a pinch / pull to her grip, the combination far too much for Lenore to endure without a word. As promised, Elise ended the torment once the shriek faded away, but she was remained perched on Lemarchand’s back and she reapplied the Chinlock immediately thereafter. “As I was saying, if this is to be the war I’ve seen in my dreams as of late, then this is merely an introduction and you don’t need to waste any energy wondering what you might’ve done to incite it. And certainly don’t wrack your brain wondering if you could have prevented this. Because I knew this was going to happen the moment I laid eyes on you.”
The Icy Manipulator reefed back on the Camel Clutch and lowered her head so that she and Lenore were almost nose to nose. “We’re kindred spirits, you and I. When we unsheathe our claws we do so with the intent of drawing as much blood as possible. I’ve gone into battle countless times and I’ve never once encountered a woman so willing to fight as I do. At least, you were until two years ago, when you started going soft. You could have broken Olivia Dare in front of the whole world, but you let her go with nary a scratch. Even since then I’ve watched my kindred spirit fade a little bit every day. You ask why I’m doing this. It’s to resurrect the Raven I know and love for the sort of war that cuts right down to the bone. Such a conflict allows for only one of us to walk away and though you are destined to lose, it will be as the glorious, fearsome predator you once were. However, if it turns out that I’ve arrived too late, that the Raven is gone and replaced by a domesticated blackbird, then I shall offer her the mercy of a quick, albeit humiliating demise.”
Bristling with anger and a sort of malicious tingle she hadn’t felt in quite some time, Lenore managed to offer her new rival a smile. “You just made the biggest mistake of your f*cking life, Elise. And I cannot WAIT to see that realization dawn in your eyes.”
Winterrest smiled, kissed the tip of Lenore’s nose. “Doesn’t feel like a mistake, Lenore. See you soon, dear heart.” She grabbed another huge double fistful of hair and THUMPED Lemarchand’s head into the carpet, ensuring the Courtier was far too stunned to mount a counter offensive once the other brunette got up and strolled to the door. Letting herself into the hall without a word, Elise Winterrest made it halfway to the elevator before she broke into a fit of giggles that quickly bubbled into a peal of genuinely amused, utterly vicious laughter.
It was still echoing off the walls when the doors dinged open and Kent Allard stepped out to meet her. “Oh, hey Elise. What’re you doing down here?”
Her smile was a ghost of its former self when Winterrest answered. “Just having a chat with Lenore. She’s lovely, isn’t she?”
The archivist nodded, trying hard not to break into the slight flush that always seemed to appear when the topic of Lenore arose. “Definitely. You two hit it off?”
“Oh, I think we’re going to be the best of friends. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got an elevator to catch.”
“Sure. Welcome to FAWN, Elise.”
“Thank you. It’s a pleasure to be here.” The doors closed, the elevator started to rise and Elise Winterrest laughed harder than ever.
Lenore Lemarchand was alone in the Black Court’s private Locker/Rec/Training Room, as the Burlingame Sisters and Becky Clayton had made their exit perhaps five minutes prior. Enjoying the quiet as she went about locking the place up for the night, the slender brunette reflected on how seamlessly Becky and Lily had fitted in with she and Susan. Not that the Star Strider had taken the knee, or shown any inclination to do so, but the fact that the youngest Burlingame was allowed into this room in the first place spoke volumes about Emily’s regard for her place in the Great Game. Becky proved an even bigger surprise, as Lenore expected she and Susan to… clash, would be a polite word for it. Imagine her delight then when the strong-willed pair developed a seemingly instant rapport based on their mutual love of insane workout tricks and kicking their opponents square in the face.
It was a relief, no question. Though Emily was much closer at hand than FAWN suspected, her absence at television and live events meant that Lenore was looked to as the de facto face of the Black Court and the pressures associated therewith were both exhilarating and terrifying. Teaching Lucy and Mina a lesson in front of the whole world did a great deal to allay the brunette’s concerns and she looked forward to another go ‘round (or three) with the California duo if they hadn’t learned their less--
A knock at the door, the old ‘shave and a haircut’ bit that Kent always used to identify himself as a friendly. Smiling without realizing it, she crossed the room and called out, “Coming, hold on!” At the door in a few long strides, she undid the deadbolt and said, “I was just on my way up, you didn’t have to--
TWHUNK! The door slammed inward and caught her on the forehead hard enough to set off fireworks behind her eyes. Practically blinded by the unexpected blow, Lemarchand staggered backward and only caught a swirl of dark-haired movement slipping in from outside. “Harker, you bytch.” Lenore grunted. “You’re going to OOOOFFFFFHHH!”
A kick slammed into her belly, then strong fingers curled in her hair. A few sharp tugs made her shriek and kept Lenore off balance until her assailant reared back and dropped to her knees, which in turn BOUNCED Lemarchand’s head off the carpeted floor. Foggier than ever, the vulnerable Courtier braced her hands and started to rise, only to get driven down by the familiar weight of someone’s haunches slamming against her lower back. The hands gripping her elbows came as no surprise, not that it stopped Lenore from fighting to keep herself out of “UUUUNNNNGGGGGHHHH!” Those hands slipped Lemarchand’s arms over intruding thighs, then cupped her chin and craaaaaaanked back in a hellacious Camel Clutch.
A loud internal alarm reminded her that Lucy was a blonde now and there was another brunette on the roster who favored this particular hold. “Fuuuhhh… what’s the matter, Amara?” she asked through clenched teeth. “Afraid to settle up in the rinGGGOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!”
The unknown woman slipped her fingers into Lenore’s mouth and tortured her with a fishhook for almost twenty seconds! Sputtering and coughing even before the punishment ended, Lenore hissed in disgust when she felt those damp fingers wiped off on her cheeks. Then one hand cupped her chin and another brushed the hair off her forehead. “I’m afraid you’re oh for two, dear.” a cool, faintly amused voice said. “Perhaps it’s time you opened your eyes?”
Lenore’s neck was wrenched again, to the point that when she did as bade she found herself staring up into the face of, “Elise?”
ELISE WINTERREST:
Ms Murder smiled and ran the ball of her thumb over Lemarchand’s bottom lip. “Yes indeed. I knew you’d figure it out sooner than later.”
The revelation did nothing to soothe the wounded brunette’s nerves. “What the f*ck is this about? There are easier ways to get a mmmmRRRRGHHHHHH!”
Winterrest cupped a hand over Lenore’s mouth and pinched her nose between thumb and forefinger, effectively smothering the vulnerable woman. “I’ll get to that in a moment,” Elise cooed, “but first I should tell you what this is NOT about. I can already see it in your eyes, you’re racking that beautifully wicked brain of yours trying to sort through all those old slights, wounds and insults for the one that might’ve instigated my little visit. Well rest easy dear, this is hardly personal, or perhaps it’s better to say, it’s not personal based on any existing condition. While it is my hope that our little game becomes EXTREMELY personal, the genesis is right here, right now. Do you understand?” She broke the palm smother only to hook index and middle fingers into Lenore’s nose and pull back again!
The Raven wailed and kicked, managed to wrench an arm free and grabbed hold of the other brunette’s encroaching wrist. “Afraid it’s not time for us to meet on level ground just yet, dear one.” Winterrest’s voice was as cold as her name as she reseated the Camel Clutch. Once Lenore’s arms were out of the way, she slipped those dangerous hands into the arm-holes of the other brunette’s tank-top and gently took hold of her nipples.
Emily’s Lady in Waiting took a deep, presumably steadying breath, difficult considering she was still sore from the effects of Lucy’s hateful talons. “Don’t you dare, Elise. This isn’t the sort of fight you--” she clenched her teeth with an audible clack as the newcomer twisted the sensitive flesh like a radio dial.
“Scream and I’ll let go, Lenore.” Winterrest cooed. “Maintain this foolish silence and I’ll make sure you can’t wear a bra for a month.”
Voice straining with hurt, Lemarchand sneered, “Save your threats for the rest of the new meatAAARRRRRRRHHHHHHHHH YOU BYTCH!”
Ms Murder added a pinch / pull to her grip, the combination far too much for Lenore to endure without a word. As promised, Elise ended the torment once the shriek faded away, but she was remained perched on Lemarchand’s back and she reapplied the Chinlock immediately thereafter. “As I was saying, if this is to be the war I’ve seen in my dreams as of late, then this is merely an introduction and you don’t need to waste any energy wondering what you might’ve done to incite it. And certainly don’t wrack your brain wondering if you could have prevented this. Because I knew this was going to happen the moment I laid eyes on you.”
The Icy Manipulator reefed back on the Camel Clutch and lowered her head so that she and Lenore were almost nose to nose. “We’re kindred spirits, you and I. When we unsheathe our claws we do so with the intent of drawing as much blood as possible. I’ve gone into battle countless times and I’ve never once encountered a woman so willing to fight as I do. At least, you were until two years ago, when you started going soft. You could have broken Olivia Dare in front of the whole world, but you let her go with nary a scratch. Even since then I’ve watched my kindred spirit fade a little bit every day. You ask why I’m doing this. It’s to resurrect the Raven I know and love for the sort of war that cuts right down to the bone. Such a conflict allows for only one of us to walk away and though you are destined to lose, it will be as the glorious, fearsome predator you once were. However, if it turns out that I’ve arrived too late, that the Raven is gone and replaced by a domesticated blackbird, then I shall offer her the mercy of a quick, albeit humiliating demise.”
Bristling with anger and a sort of malicious tingle she hadn’t felt in quite some time, Lenore managed to offer her new rival a smile. “You just made the biggest mistake of your f*cking life, Elise. And I cannot WAIT to see that realization dawn in your eyes.”
Winterrest smiled, kissed the tip of Lenore’s nose. “Doesn’t feel like a mistake, Lenore. See you soon, dear heart.” She grabbed another huge double fistful of hair and THUMPED Lemarchand’s head into the carpet, ensuring the Courtier was far too stunned to mount a counter offensive once the other brunette got up and strolled to the door. Letting herself into the hall without a word, Elise Winterrest made it halfway to the elevator before she broke into a fit of giggles that quickly bubbled into a peal of genuinely amused, utterly vicious laughter.
It was still echoing off the walls when the doors dinged open and Kent Allard stepped out to meet her. “Oh, hey Elise. What’re you doing down here?”
Her smile was a ghost of its former self when Winterrest answered. “Just having a chat with Lenore. She’s lovely, isn’t she?”
The archivist nodded, trying hard not to break into the slight flush that always seemed to appear when the topic of Lenore arose. “Definitely. You two hit it off?”
“Oh, I think we’re going to be the best of friends. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got an elevator to catch.”
“Sure. Welcome to FAWN, Elise.”
“Thank you. It’s a pleasure to be here.” The doors closed, the elevator started to rise and Elise Winterrest laughed harder than ever.