Possessing Tara

[RedHairedandFriendly]

This is now a Closed thread for BLACK BART and RedHairedandFriendly. We hope you enjoy the story as it unfolds. ~ Red.
________________________________________________________________________

Possessing Tara​

Tara looked up into the night sky, her heart heavy with sorrow and confusion. He had lied to her, again. He had made promises and again he had broken them. She now lay on the soft ground, looking up into the sea of blackness dotted with sparkling stars. She pulled her jacket closer to her body, and crossed her legs at the ankles. Her jeans were worn and comfortable and the fleece jacket helped keep the chill away.

Her eyes closed and her mind played back the images of just a few hours ago. She had heard the noises coming from upstairs. She had known what they were, and yet a small part of her, a fraction of her held out, trying to convince her that it wasn’t happening again. As she topped the stairs, she had left herself. Tara’s body was just a shell of a woman walking toward her room. It was as if she was hovering above and the hallway before her was an endless stretch of pain and darkness.

The door was before her and her fingers reached out to grasp the polished brass knob. The woman closed her eyes and took a deep breath and when the door opened, Tara seemed to return to herself, once more becoming complete. A single tear fell from her face and a whimper of disbelief left her lips.

A blonde of great beauty turned to look over to where the sudden cool draft of air had hit her sweat covered flesh. Tara saw those eyes, and knew they would haunt her dreams forever. The silver gray of them were beautiful, so full of passion and fire, unlike Tara’s brown. Tara’s eyes moved to the man, her husband. His eyes were closed clenched tight as he forced the woman to buck and grind on his erection that was buried deep inside his blonde lover.

Tara’s lips trembled in shock and confusion, and the tears fell silently as the silver gray eyes gleamed in joy, as they held locked to the murky brown of Tara’s. The blonde’s long curls cascaded down her back as she arched and she came hard and fast over the cock that was ramming deep into her moist body.

“Wonderful babe, like always,” the thick voice of lust rolled from the man’s throat. It was then that he sensed her, felt her in the room, and he knew it was done. He had been caught, and this time, something told him it was over.

No words were spoken as Tara’s eyes looked at the emerald colored ones of her husband. She hung her head and turned away. The walk to the beach was slow, but healing, as she came to realize how little she had meant to him. Now as the world of darkness consumed her Tara felt herself falling asleep, not knowing that something or someone in the darkness was watching her, had been watching her for years. Now finally, it was going to make their presence known.

 

[joeys-game]

Jason

He watched the young woman as he had done for years, an unobstucted view as it always had been, as it always would be. He knew that this time it would be different and he felt his inner self crack somehow as his soul seemed to bleed with her pain.
Wordlessly she witnessed for the final time her husbands betrayal then turning her back on him and that part of her life she quietly crept down the stairs and out into the inky blackness.

The young man followed her progress with his mind, his direct link to Tara, monitoring her as she made her way to the beach. He could hear the waves crashing inside his head as if he was standing directly beside her, he could feel the hidden warmth of the sand when she lay down to stare up at the night sky.

It was time now, he had known all along that eventually it would come to this, this single moment, a culmination of events if you will, he dressed quickly, grabbed the keys to his car and sped off towards the rest of his life.

 

[BLACK BART]

It wasn't what it looked like.

How hollow the words would seem if he tried to speak them.

But THIS time it was the truth.

Jared shuddered under the woman and felt his erection shrink...the hiss of the woman above him giving warning...and by concentrating, by filling his mind with the image of the one woman he truly loved...his cock twitched and grew to it's former, satisfying length...

It HAD to end this way. There was no OTHER solution. Jared understood how it looked and the brand he had given himself by allowing it to happen.

If you truly loved someone you set them free...and if they loved you in return.... in time, they would come back.

Jared held onto those words as the woman above him found her release and shuddered to a groin pounding orgasm, washing his thighs with her fluids that burned his groin...and his soul.

And as she laughed in triumph, a single tear came to his eye and rolled down his scarred cheek, his own words unheard by anyone capable of caring...save for himself.

"Come back to me my love...come BACK Tara....

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Forces worked a web around the three individuals. Each one a lead from the powers of their souls. As Tara slept, Jason drove toward her, and Jarod mentally called to her. Her mind however was locked inside a dream. A dream that showed the woman a future that was full of struggles, indecisions, and mistakes. The dream would shift from the pains of the past, the affairs, to numerous for her to even grasp, to ones of an unknow future. When she awoke it was by the hand of a stranger.

Tara started to scream, scrabbling back on her hands, and knees. She backed away from the stranger and when she saw he wasn't persuing her she stood up and looked at him. He was from her dream. She doubted his existence, reached out, touched him. He was real. “I'm sorry,” she said. Tara looked around the beach. "Had she stumbled on to a private beach?" she thought to herself.

“Tara,” Jason whispered.

Her eyes grew wide, fear shot through her, and she stumbled back. “How do you know me?” she asked. There was something about, something besides the familiar look of him and the man in her dream, it was as if she were connected to him in some way... but how?

“I've known you forever,” he told her. Jason stared at her, his arm lifting, his hand upturned to grasp hers, if she would give it to him.

“Come back to me my love...come BACK Tara....“

The words suddenly slammed into her and pulled at her mind. She grabbed her temples, stumbled forward; Jason caught her before she fell. “Let him go,” he whispered in her ear.

Tara trembled. “Let him go?” she asked herself. “How? How did she let go of her soul?”

 

[Tseranc]

She knew she’d been used for some other purpose, but couldn’t figure out what it was. Her world had been rocked quite thoroughly, but he lay there afterward, like he’d planned to get caught by his wife. Was it regret he felt for being with her, instead of his wife? Regret for getting caught?

She didn’t know, but lit up a cigarette on her drive home. She’d be dammed if she’d stay in that house with such a cold man. None of it seemed to feel right

Jenny vowed to herself that she’d find out what was going on. She had to know, at any cost.

 

[BLACK BART]

Jared

If he had been a drinking man....tonight he'd be on a binge that lasted three days...

Jared sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the mess he had created.

The blond had stormed away, hating him for being such a "cold bastard", taking his inability to answer what was wrong as a personal insult...

And who would blame her? Certainly not himself, for he HAD used her, drew upon the attraction she felt for him at THAT bar and lured her back to his home...NO, it was THIER home...A place where Tara and he had found love...and made love.

But now she was gone. Free from him and his deals...and the trouble he had brought upon himself!

Little did Jared the trouble WAS his, but he had a large amount of help getting into it...By something he would have never dreampt possible.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Jason pulled her closer to him, how he’d longed for her. He’d been connected to her for years, it seemed like lifetimes really. He was in her dreams, she was in his. They were at times one; at least for him they were. Then he’d come along. Jared. The name brought forth nausea and he swore that this time he’d not let Jared have her. He’d taken her from him so many times, he’d not let him possess her anymore. She was his now.

“Tara,” he whispered. His hand moving in her hair. “I’ve known you for sometime. I’ve admired you. I just knew you’d be here. You’d need me. Let me take you home... to my home,” he finished.

Tara looked up at him. Who was he? Why was she safe in his arms? What powers worked against her free will? She felt herself start to nod her acceptance when she was suddenly feeling overwhelmed with the need to return to Jared. Her lips trembled as she spoke, her words a mere whisper on the wind, “I don’t understand.”

“Come with me. I’ll explain it all.” Jason tried to pull her back to him. He knew if he could just bring her to his home she’d see. She’d remember that she was destined to be his, always had been and always would be. He’d deal with Jared. He’s dealt with him before. Hadn’t he?

Jason remembered the past battles for Tara. He knew in time Jared would remember and then the true show of strength would begin. Jason also thought he knew what was best for the woman, now he just needed to show her. He offered his hand again and when her fingers timidly reached out to accept his, he felt his entire body respond to her touch.

“Yes Tara... let’s go home,” his fingers curled around hers and he led her away. “Come and find her my enemy,” Jason thought to himself. He’d placed the pieces well this time and he knew if he needed too, Jenny was always a willing victim to his game. In the end Jason would have his prize and Jared would have nothing, perhaps this time he would crush his enemy with his bare hands.

 

[BLACK BART]

Jared wept and fell to his knees as he felt the sensation of Tara weaken and then fail all together, the terrifying thought that he had lost the best portion of his very existence making him incapable of thought or action.

Jason laughed again and drew the woman to him, his own aura drawing in her wounded soul like the flame does to a moth.

Tara cried out, not in pain but in pleasure as the false thought she was truly loved washed over brain and body, as Jasons hands brought her to closer to him and his lips met hers.

Jenny began her own righteous quest, so unaware she was about to be drawn into a never ending struggle, yet so determined to bring justice to the world...

And as Tara's body and soul opened to him Jason laughed again, more in the pleasure of his personal triumph then in the woman he was about to "have"

And as the nightmare began Jared fell to the floor unconcious, the pain of the present driving him back...back to the past...and to a time when he and Tara were truly...in love.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Jenny arrived home, her thoughts centered on the emptiness inside her. She had seen the look in his eyes, the sudden realization that he truly didn’t want to be with her. She however knew that when his wife walked into the room and her husband, Jenny’s late night fuck, was still embedded in her, the look she threw at the other woman spoke of nothing but pure bliss. Though Jared had started to soften inside her, between his thoughts and her clamping down on his cock, she was able to force his sex to finally come for her.

Now as she entered her shower she was feeling as if she’d been a pawn in some game. A game she hadn’t been asked to play in. Jared hadn’t wanted to fuck her... it seemed like he had, but at that moment, when his wife walked into the room, it slammed in to her, she just refused to acknowledge it. Jared was doing it for some reason that was lost to her. She growled. She didn’t like being used.

Once the shower was over she stormed off to her bed. She climbed in under the covers and wrapped herself up tight. As she did a dream erupted into her mind, one that she’d had for years. It told her a story. A story of a woman pulled between two men. Destined to be with one, but something always blocked their happiness. It screamed at her through the night. Forced images of death, despair, and destruction. It also showed heat, passion, and fire. Jenny saw the flicker of deceit as the lovers lives were torn apart time after time again.

 

[Tseranc]

When he woke, the thoughts and feelings of all that happened flooded back. Jenny, Tara walking in, and subsequently running away – this time for good.

He remembered another…Jason leading Tara away from him. To hurt him. To use her to wound him more then any other weapon could. It worked.

But Tara had not been the only one to storm out, upset at his actions. Jenny, the pawn of it all, had also been wronged. Maybe he deserved his pain, after hurting so many. So many end up paying for this cruel, unending game.

But this time it would end…that was what it was all about. Why he’d driven Tara away. To keep her from being involved this time; but he failed, and she was more involved then ever.

But this time it would end.

 

[BLACK BART]

Jason laughed to himself as he hovered over the half dressed figure of Tara and gloated over what was about to happen. For centuries the struggle had raged, year after year it waged back and forth, no one side able to show a clear victory, though on several occasions Jason was chagrined to be forced to admit he was NOT the winner as Jared held Tara in his arms...

Now all of that was about to change. For as thier flesh merged so would thier futures...and as Jason filled his lustful hungers he would draw power from Tara as well, a power that would grow and grow until NO ONE could stand in his way...

"You are a pleasure to my eyes sweet Tara...Your body is sheer perfection"

Jason greedily slid the last peice of Tara's clothing off her and then knelt with hungry lips to begin the slow feast of her body...smiling as she moaned and thrust upwards, urging him onward...and as he carressed her full breasts and laved at her nipples until she begged him to take her, he laughed a deep throated laugh.

Revenge was indeed a sweet dish...

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Tara lay beneath Jason. Her mind was no longer hers. Her body was no longer hers... or at least that was how it felt. It reacted to this man, just like any woman would she could feel every powerful thrust, every stinging bite that poured over her flesh, she moaned and thrashed under him and she came. Tara covered this lover, this stranger with the warm, liquid heat that had been forced from her. Her body was used for this man’s pleasure and she was helpless to stop it. Jason left her sex only to plunge into her attempting to bring her to orgasm again; Tara tried to think back... she tried to remember why she was here and why she was letting this stranger have his way with her.

He had brought to his home. Told her a story of lovers long ago torn apart. He told her how centuries ago they were meant to be together, but an evil force had pulled them apart. She didn’t believe it, she’d laughed in his face, but he took her hand, squeezed it gently, and continued his tale.

He told her how a man came to their village. The man fell in love with her. He was a powerful sorcerer and could change the seasons with a flick of his wrist or command the seas to rise and fall, but the one thing he couldn’t do... couldn’t have was the woman who had captured his soul. He wanted her though, so he took her from her mate. But the mate fought for his love and won her back. The sorcerer was angered, he cursed the couple and ripped them apart, killing the man, then later the woman.

As Jason continued his thrusting, Tara continued to lift and fall her body begging for more, her mind screaming for him to stop. He’d given her a drink, told her that it would help her relax, help her understand the story more. The drink had been somewhat bitter, but soothing, and she did relax, but her mind seemed to fog up and she couldn’t quite comprehend what was happening to her until it was to late, and then she couldn’t stop him. He was taking what he wanted and she seemed to not care. In her mind she did though, in her mind she cried. In her thoughts she was betraying the only man she’d ever loved and when she climaxed, she screamed for mercy. She knew deep down that she was involved with both men and this one was not the one she was to be with.

He pulled from her, laughed, and left the room, locking her inside. The hold on her mind was gone. Something told her that it would be back though. She curled into a ball, wept, and called out to the man that seemed to hurt her and love her. “Jared... I’m sorry... I couldn’t stop it...,” she cried out. She hurt inside, her heart, soul, mind was breaking and Tara had no one to turn to. There was no one to help her.... or was there?

 

[BLACK BART]

an alternative vision of Tara's future

Jared screamed.

As Tara's body was raped so was his soul...

His skin was on fire and as it melted from his body he could feel the changing coming once again...

As Tara's mind revolted in terror from her treatment Jareds responded with anger...

"NOOOOOO" The words thundered from his lungs and throat as he fell to the floor, the walls and roof above joining the inferno that now possessed him.

He could FEEL her pain, he KNEW the agony she felt all too well...BUT for all that knowledge he was as helpless as she was at this moment...and could NOT take that agony away.

"TAAAAAAARAAAAAAA"

Jared screamed as his home caved in on top of him and drove his body to the basement below...his final thoughts focused on the woman he loved...and of the vision that foretold of Tara's future should he DARE interfere...

Tara hung from a beam overhead...her body nude and lifeless... covered only by the endless, angry red welts given to her by seemingly endless hours of cruel torture...

Jared knelt before her weeping....too late he had arrived....his mortal body too weak to prevent the final agonies she felt....his words gone unheard by the one woman he truly valued above all else...

And behind him Jason stood gloating, his eyes filled with fire and contentment as he watched his adversary suffer...his words as cruel as the whip he had used on Tara...

"THIS is her future brother...what WILL happen if you dare oppose me as I take FULL possession of her...a guarntee of what I WILL do to her....Know that her DEATH will be on your shoulders...through out ALL eternity..."

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

The dawn arrived with sunlight pouring into Jenny’s room. Her eyes barely opened, caked with sleepiness. She rubbed at them, removing the morning gunk that had forced the dirt from her eyes that the tears had shed to dry and harden. She moved herself from her bed, barely walking. The rousing night she’d spent riding Jared was taking its toll on her still. She walked into the bathroom, yawned, and sat down on the commode. Once she relieved herself, she washed her hands and face then started her shower.

Inside the cocoon of heat she allowed her body to relax. Her hands pressed against the walls of the shower stall and the steam surrounded her, caressed her skin, and she felt her muscles begin to awaken. She washes away the dried scents of her lover, leaving no trace of him. Though he is in her mind. He won’t leave it. He’s like a plague and she can’t rid herself of him.

Jenny makes her way to the kitchen after getting dressed, she grabs an apple, and heads back to the study to begin work on her thesis for school. She’s working toward her degree in Criminal Defense and she’s knows time is creeping up on her. As she reads, her thoughts travel back to Jarod and his eyes, the look that passed through them when his wife walked through the door. She wonders what happened after that.

Her fingers reach for the phone, perhaps she’ll call him. She wraps her finger around the cold plastic and dials the number she weaseled out of him. She tabs her finger over her lip, she wants to come and see him, to converse about last night... “Was she just a plaything for the evening? A pawn in a game to force his wife to leave him? Or did he want to continue seeing her?” Jenny wasn’t one to bow down and wait. She wanted to know where she stood.

The phone rang and rang and she wondered if perhaps he was sleeping in, or perhaps he was having make-up sex with her... Tara. She hung up and a sigh escaped her lips. “Damn... I hate being fuckin’ used.”

She grabbed her keys and headed to the library to do more research for her paper. Her eyes never saw the semi-truck. Her thoughts never reached toward why visions of two lovers embracing flashed in her eyes and her body never felt the pain of being torn when the truck collided with her car.

"You'll be back Jenny...," a voice called to her. "They need you... in time...."

 

[BLACK BART]

In another world Jared dressed in a simple white gown walked alongside the babbling waters of a tiny river.

In another world his mind and body were as one...in peace...in harmony with the thing he was...

Not a monster who fought wars and destroyed those closest to him.

But a being capable of emotions that ranged from love to lust...

In another world Jared knelt and filled his hands with the cool...untainted waters and drank deeply of it....feeling his strength return and the determination of an immortal to make things once and for all...

Right.

In another world as Jared drank from the river of life he felt a pureness return to him that had been missing for too long...

******************************************************


"Hello Jenny. I'm glad to see you. Let me help you to your feet."

Jenny looked up from the carpet of grass she lay in to see a face she would rather have spit on then accept a hand...

"You? What the hell are YOU doing HERE? Come to think of it, where the HELL am I and WHERE is THIS?"

"You are in a middle world Jenny...A world where immortals come to find themselves...to recharge themselves...to be reborn...as they entered the world eons ago."

Thier hands met. And as Jared wrapped his hand around Jenny's wrist and gently lifted her to her feet he smiled, his eyes full of the gladness he professed to have over seeing her and void of the pain he had carried only so recently before.

"So you claim to be some sort of IMMORTAL and this PLACE is a gas station, but then WHY am I HERE?"

Jared laughed and it startled Jenny, and as she stumbled backwards he caught her around the waist and steadied her...and for the first time Jenny realized she was dressed in a robe identical to his own.

"I'm not sure why you're here. There hasn't been another immortal "born" since the original twelve...the oracles have long claimed there can only be an even number less the Earth be torn to peices."

It wasn't entirely UN-true. There COULD only be twelve...But if one immortal were to step down?

"The important thing is you are HERE Jenny. Perhaps as I died I somehow reached out to you...Perhaps our souls were somehow linked for the time it took in transition...and I brought you here...I'm not sure...But I am sure of..."

"Of WHAT?"

Jenny interrupted and looked into his eyes.

"You mentioned dying. I remember an accident. Pain...A blinding light. And then it all ended. I felt peace...

"Sure that you AREN'T dead Jenny."

Jared interrupted the woman in his arms and smiled gently as he continued.

"And if you want...You can return...to your world....alive and well."

Much more than alive...Jenny would have a greater purpose...a GREATER reason to not survive, but LIVE and see to it others around her did the same.

"All you need to do...is drink"

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Jason heard her crying and smiled. He closed his eyes and savored the sounds of her torment. It had been three days. Three days since he told her of her love's death. Three days since she had eaten. Three days he had taken his pleasures from her. Now it was time for her to feed. She'd been emptied already. He'd purged her with the elixar. She vomited the contents of her stomach, he'd allowed her to empty her bowels. She would be purified and then he would begin her teachings. She would be reconditioned to serve him and no other.

Tara heard the key in the lock and she scurried into the corner of her room. The wood floor was cold beneath her naked flesh. She shook from both hunger as well as pain. He'd given her nothing but water, but taken so much from her that she wasn't sure how much more she could endure. He spoke to her of Jared. He told her that he was dead and so was the woman he'd been bedding. She cried for them both. She would never have wanted the woman to truly die. She'd been hurt, angry, upset, but she would not have wanted the girl's life to be over.

Jared... dead. She couldn't even comprehend it. The loss was so thick, so overwhelming she wanted to die. Dreams came to her at night. She saw him in shimmering robes of white. He looked so handsome, strong, loving. Then the woman would appear. Her silver gray eyes looking up at Jared, they looked at peace and Tara would cry. Jason would appear... pull her away and tell her how much Jared didn't love her, how he wanted the beautiful creature and Tara was nothing, but destiny's whore. So that was why he came to her, why he taught her to submit to his will and needs. It was fate he said. She was his.

"Get up girl," Jason commanded. He flicked the switch on the wall and the room flooded in light. "It is time to bathe."

Jason walked over and waited for Tara to rise. She refused him, resting in the corner and not moving. He grabbed her hair and lifted her. He saw the wince of pain cross her face and he grinned. "You will learn Tara. It is just a matter of remembering."

"Go to Hell," she muttered.

"Oh Tara," he whispered against her ear. "I plan on taking you there -- several times."

He yanked her head back and slammed it against the wall. The shackles on her ankles were released and he grabbed the collar at her neck. His fingers slid between the leather and her bruised skin, cutting off her air supply.

"You will remember. You will see how much you love my touch, crave it, need it. You will plead to have the right to pleasure me. Your man will return... He will not want you this time. For this time... you will be broken."

 

[BLACK BART]

Jenny drank...

And as Jared watched her long neck ripple with the motion of swallowing he could feel the energy flowing into her, literally SEE the blue white halo wrap itself around her entire body...making her flesh pimple and hair stand on end as it carressed her body in a million intimate places at once...

And as the energy poured into she screamed.

Nothing could have prepared her for the experience and Jared hadn't tried. The carress had changed from a gentle, almost passionate thing to a painful, invasive demon that bored into her skin, flesh and soul...



Eyes wide open she stared into Jareds. Somehow aware that he had caught her a second time as she fell and now was there to comfort her in the only way he could.

"It will soon be over Jenny...And when it is you will be amazed."

Amazed at what Jenny wasn't sure, and then as she felt her body convulse in agony and a red hot pain rip through her she no longer cared...

Jared held her in his arms and watched her body twist and jerk wildly, knowing the worst was over as her eyes rolled in her sockets and fell limp...

"You will soon leave this world and travel to another Jenny"

He promised in an apologetic voice and lowered her to the comforting grass.

"You know have the strenth you need to face the ensuing struggles and I will be with you to help as long as I can."

And as Jenny nodded with her eyes closed he smiled, brushing the long hair off her face and settling down beside her to wait...

It was all he could do...His face not betraying the agony his soul felt, agony over the treatment his soulmate was facing and he was powerless to stop...as Jason tortured her body and slowly worked at her mind...all he could offer were his words which he sent with all his might...and his love.

"Be strong my love, do not give up hope, all will be made right in the end."

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

The room he took her to was one of giant proportion. The tub was huge, large enough to accommodate four people. The water rolled with steam and Tara felt the heat of it caress her skin as she was pushed forward. She could tell it was to hot, but she had the sickening feeling this was his way of cleaning her. Tara felt him press up against her and she shivered in disgust.

“Get in,” he told her.

She longed for a bath and timidly put her foot in. As soon as her mind registered the pain her foot was jerked out. The skin was beet red and burned. “Ahh. . .” she screamed as the pain seemed to dance over her.

“In Tara,” he growled, pushing her forward.

“I can’t possibly,” she told him. His hand was in her hair and he yanked it back.

“You can and will,” he said. His fingers curled tighter, wrapping the mass of brown curls into a thick bundle. “You are a filthy whore and need cleansed. Get in or be punished.” His other hand went to his pants and Tara heard the sound of his belt being released. Jason could feel his sex growing at the idea of taking his Tara’s dry sex and making it moisten for him, but he would wait and see if his pet would need that punishment or not.

Tara shivered as she thought of the belt being pulled free and all that it meant. He could do anything. He had done so much already with the belt. Choked her. Whipped her. Restrained her. She didn’t want to give him what he wanted, but she did want a bath. She was filthy. She had his scent on her and as she looked at the water, she took herself to a place where she and Jared existed. The first step into the hot water, brought a cry from her lips and she stood still, letting her mind accept the fact she was determined to do this.

Her lips trembled as her other foot moved into the tub. “Oh God,” she hissed and the tears threatened to spill. She could feel the heat roll over her legs, her skin felt as if it were burning, she looked down and could see the red skin through the clear water.

“Sit down,” Jared said, a bit annoyed by her obeying him. His cock though was still hard for her. Her ass faced him and he caressed the hard cheek several times before pulling his hand back and slapping it with a force hard enough to rock Tara forward.

She pitched ahead and fell into the tub. Her knees hit the floor as did her hands and her body was splashed with the hot water. She screamed in pain as her mind went numb from the shock. Her breasts were burning, the water covering them and rolling over them. Her hands, arms, thighs, were soon the same bright color of her feet.

“Stay,” Jared ordered and removed his clothes. He walked into the tub and settled himself on his knees. The water had no affect on him, the temperature unnoticed by his thick flesh. His cock found a place that was also warm. Jared’s hands moved to her hips and he rammed his stiff member into the rosy cunt that was aflame with the heat of the water and its steam.

Tara screamed as Jared took her on her hands and knees, the water continuing to burn her as his cock plunged in and out. Soon his thrusts were more violent, his hand gripping, the other smacking. It would be several hours before she was cleansed, several times that the water was drained because it had cooled and several times it was refilled with nothing but heat.

 

[BLACK BART]

Jared lived in hell. A world filled with Tara's pain and agony, blended with his own helplessness to stop her soul from being ripped apart peice by peice. Perhaps the absolute worst for him was the not knowing...the link they had shared for centuries suddenly severed, shutting him out with a blast of pain and humiliation.

"Don't concentrate so hard Jenny...Simply "will" it to happen. Close your mind and imagine it, then reach inside of it and make it move."

Jared had been coaxing Jenny, urging her to expand the powers her new found strength gave her, pushing her to do in days what should have come to her in years...They had made a "peace" of sorts, when Jared had told her the complete story, of the prophecy that was foretold and how he had tried desperately to thwart it, and in turn had helped fulfill it...

"Rest for a while lass, and when you're ready we'll begin again."

HELL, he existed in the fire, his soul burning to leave the mid-world and run headlong to his soul-mate, to take Jason's neck in his hands and SNAP it...but you couldn't kill an immortal...at least not THAT way...the method to do so would take time...practice...and luck.

But Jenny wasn't ready yet...She had the strength...but not enough skills to control it, to focus and direct that power at just the right moment...So for with each moment he took to prepare her...he forced Tara to endure a never ending world of pain...

"Enough rest Jenny, lets try it again, shall we?"

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Two weeks had past since Tara’s cleaning. Two weeks where she had been allowed one meal a day along with a various vitamins, minerals, and other drugs that Jason enjoyed supplying her with. She was becoming more and more his every day and as she lost the will power to fight him Jason grew stronger and more powerful.

She sat across from him, her eyes downcast, her neck encased in a black leather collar. Her wrists and ankles were circled by leather bands that he would eventually have tethered to either the wall or bed. The leash lay between her breasts, the cold metal cooling the red skin from her morning bath, gifts he'd given her that morning. "Slut," Jason called to her.

Tara looked up, her eyes void of anything except hate. She said nothing, though inside she reeled. Thoughts of murder ripped through her, thoughts of taking all he’d done to her, multiplying it and unleashing it on him gave her the strength to continue her battle. “What?” she sneered.

Jason’s brow rose, yet he said nothing. His finger pressed the small box on the table and the shock that ran through Tara’s body forced a cry from her lips. “Ahhh. . . I failed to mention your gifts from this morning are very special.”

The young woman swallowed the pain and looked up at Jason as he made his way to her. Her eyes watched his fingers and the box he held in his hand. “Why?” she whispered.

“Conditioning,” he answered. He pressed the button again. Tara screamed. “You don’t talk to me in that tone of voice again. Every time you do I will press this button. He pressed it again, she shouted out again. “See. . . this is the remote to the those bands and that collar. As you have guessed by now. I am conditioning you to become what you were meant to be. Come with me,” he told her.

Her eyes lowered and she stood. His fingers took her leash, she dropped to the floor and crawled behind him. Her nakedness was hidden from no one as he walked through his home. Tara hadn’t raised her head since that first day ten days ago, when he had slammed his foot against her temple. They had left the house where he had first taken her and now were in a secluded mansion, one that was deeply hidden within the walls of a thick forest of trees. Tara’s mind was becoming what Jason wanted, and the small part that was held for Jared was becoming more clouded with rules and pain.

Jason led her to another room where several waited. Tara fought the urge to look up, but all she saw where a dozen pair of feet and she trembled in fear, wondering what was going to happen to her.

“Is she ready?” a voice from the corner called out.

“Yes,” Jason answered.

 

[BLACK BART]

Dreams...

..... Night after night they held him.

......... Kept his mind and heart captive with memories, of two lovers entwined in body and spirit....

And in a way helped the insanity of being without Tara....pass.

Until suddenly the dream changed and became a nightmare.

And Jared woke in a cold sweat.... screaming.

Fourteen days and thirteen nights...each had passed slowly as Jenny's skills had increased...to the average man she was deadly...a wraith that could reach out and tear their hearts from them as they blinked...and return it to their hands before they even saw her...or knew they were dead.

But to an immortal as strong and evil as Jason?

She would last only minutes...

In his weakened state Jared knew he was no match as well, but by the horror he saw and felt through Tara's eyes he knew there was little time...and no other choice.

He took a precious minute to write a short note stating his intentions and the result of them, and to write a final encouragement to the sleeping woman before he placed it in her hands...

When he is the strongest...He will be the MOST vulnerable, strike THEN.

And bid Jennifer...and the middle world...GOODBYE.

*********************************

To arrive in Jason's world

Alert

Angry

And ready to KILL...

*********************************


NO, She is NOT...but I am...

He refused to look at Tara.

Instead he moved into the circle of men that stood in different states of undress and began to kill them, tearing a throat out...a set of testicles from another’s body...ramming it into the mouth of another before crushing his skull...

Refusing not because he needed the extra second to kill each and every man before facing Jason...

But for the fear of having a memory imbedded in his soul he could never erase

Twelve seconds and twelve men later Jared turned to face the thirteenth

Not a man, but a monster...

Placing himself between the still bound Tara and the immortal he loathed, to greet him...

"Hello Brother....have you missed me?"

Jared found himself facing a man he knew his entire human life...and over half of his immortal one...and realized he never knew him at all.

"Not at all....brother....I've been keeping myself quite busy....with your BITCH, but it does puzzle me to see you here, have you changed your mind and returned to keep the prophecy?"

The rattle of metal and the snap of leather came to Jared’s ear and he smiled, nor because he felt an enemy was approaching from behind, but because it meant Tara wasn't as weak as he had feared...and was now freeing herself from the bonds meant to hold her during her gang-rape.

"Tara....Leave....Now"

Jared urged and felt his heart lurch as she disobeyed him and placed her shaking hand on his shoulder...

"No, my love...I stay...If all I have been through is for naught, then I stay...to help you KILL this beast, before we turn the world over to his kind.

And shook his head in disagreement even as he felt his blood burn in hatred of the being before him.

"Yes, BROTHER"

Jason laughed back at him and stepped another foot forward.

You remember the prophecy, don't you? If either you or I should die by the hand of our IMMORTAL brother...the Earth and all it's mortals will be at the mercy of the Underworld....to become fuel for it's furnaces and release the demons from below?


Again Jason stepped forward and again he laughed, his eyes burning with hatred as the tone of his voiced changed to that of a maniac....

"Kill me and HE wins, the prophecy is fulfilled...and all of mankind perishes...and you get to watch Tara die before your eyes.

BUT, if I kill you....the prophecy is STILL fulfilled, the only difference being I get to finish what I started with the BITCH hiding behind you...and I PROMISE to make it LAST a long, LONG time.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

A veil lifted from Tara’s mind, one that had been thick and heavy from drugs that Jason had used on her. The veil had been raised the moment Jared’s presence came into the room. It was gone before he took his first breath, and Tara’s thoughts were suddenly full of the past. Not just any past, but several and all of those memories were hers.

She remembered the love she shared with Jared so long ago, the pain of being pulled from his side life after life. She saw memories of childhoods. . . several of them. Her mind conjured up the images of death, each one taking her to the river to heal. Each one eventually becoming a part of a puzzle. At the end of each life was a man, the reason behind her unsettled existence. Now as she stood behind her lover, her mate, her soul, she felt her body become at peace. She touched his shoulder and whispered how much she love him, only he could hear her.

“I remember now,” she said, her hand leaving Jared’s back. I remember how much you two fought over me. . . not me in general, but what was inside of me. I know now. I recall everything. She walked away from Jared, Jason watched her and he watched his brother. Her fingers trailed over the blood that lay speckled throughout the room. “I remember how living with Jared gave me peace and love, but,” she paused. Her finger slid through a large spray of the red liquid and she stared at it. “But... I remember the power too.” Her tongue snaked out and she licked the crimson liquid from her finger. “The power was intoxicating.”

She looked to Jason, each step becoming more confident as she slowly mad her way to him. She refused to look at Jared. He would have to act when he was ready. He knew she loved him. Her words had been whispered into his soul. She slipped up and stood in front of Jason. “You broke me. . . not to bring me to your level, but to help me remember. I know this now. I remember it all. I remember the times you made me yours. The times you forced me to come and cry out in unwanted passion. I can feel the bite of your whip, the pounding of your cock, and the tearing of your teeth.”

Her fingers skated up Jason’s torso. “Most of all though. . . I remember the power I have over you.”

Jason smirked and looked down on her. “Power over me?” he asked. His body was becoming aroused by the woman in front of him. Her naked body glistened with sweat and her lips were tinged red from the blood he’d consumed. “What power?”

Inside Tara was throwing up, but outside she was smiling. “The power to make you high. The power to take your body to such heights you can only imagine the existence, you are unable to get yourself there. You know it is true. You hunger for my mouth, my touch, my tongue.”

Tara pressed herself tight against him. Her hand moved down to grasp his cock. She stroked it hard until she saw his eyes flickering. “Let me show him,” she whispered against Jason’s ear. “Let me show him how much I desire power over love. Let me cleanse you this time. Let me take your seed and swallow it. I remember it all now, I remember how wonderful the power to control is. Let me control your passion.”

Jason laughed, all the while watch his brother’s eyes flame in hate and disgust. He did not see anything else though, he only felt the woman in front of him sliding to her knees and opening his pants. Her fingers caressed his cock and balls. Tara opened her mouth and accepted his shaft as she suckled him one hand slipped between his legs and she pulled the knife from the harness he’d attached to his thigh. Before he could react, she buried the weapon into his thigh and dragged it down his muscle.

The fist that connected with her jaw was full of the power of a demon and her small frail body, weak from his abuse was lifted and thrown against the wall. Her skull slammed into the concrete and the resounding thud echoed in the room. Blackness absorbed her mind and Tara fell to the floor, her body crumbling in the blood of the men Jared had killed.

 

[BLACK BART]

Jared stood stunned and let the ghastly sight of his eternal love sprawled in the pool of blood burn into his mind.

Blood that he had spilled with his own hands, and now she lay unmoving in it...trying to save them both from the animal Jason had become.

"Turn brother and fight...You have no choice now, for I have struck down your beloved, made her my whore, raped her senseless and stolen her will. You must defend that ridiculous sense of honor you carry about you, even if it costs you her life now...and yours."

Jason was right... The difference between them had always been a sense of honor...of righteousness.... brought to him by the very woman who gave him her love...and now perhaps...her life?

"We have always been destined for this you and I...

Jason continued his merciless goading, standing arrogantly as Jared turned to face him, his face lit with evil anticipation...

"Perhaps you are correct Jason, but fate has a twisted way of choosing it's path..."

Jared acknowledged, praying silently Tara would live to forgive him, that she would come to understand why he chose to turn from her and fight when he should have moved to her and given her his energies to heal...

And then he flung himself forward, his fists powered by the anger he allowed himself, each hammering at the immortal form of a being he grown to hate over the centuries...and yet each blow did little more than to amuse Jason...and make him laugh as he raised his own fist to drive Jared to the bloody ground.

"You are weak. Has the battle with these puny mortals drained you so? There was a time where one blow would send me through the nearest wall...It is a shame you gave me such a pitiful resistance, I was looking for more of a fight from you before I killed you...to ease my own conscience if nothing else...

One hand touching Tara, Jared lifted himself on an elbow, spitting out his own blood to join the rest on the floor...

"I am sorry Jason. Not for the lack of a fight, but for the deception I have had to use...and for this... NOW Jennifer ."

Eyes turned he nodded to a figure moving out of the corner...and as Jason's eyes widened in understanding he lifted his hands to ward off the energy that pulsed from the woman’s fingers.... and burned through his...to destroy his body even as he screamed in agony and Jared finished...

"Sorry because I could NOT.... would NOT.... allow the prophecy to come true..."

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Jennifer continued to close the distance between her and Jason. She watched through eyes that were full of sorrow, pain, and yet understanding that the battle was at an end. She understood her place and now as Jason absorbed the scorching heat she too saw the past and how much anger and jealousy one brother had over the other. It was a waste of life that she was said about, it was always sad when one had to end the life of another. . .

Jared watched as his brother’s body began to burn from the inside out. He couldn’t believe it was almost over. He knew thought that the final blow would have to come from him and so it was with great reluctance that he left Tara’s side. He stood up and grabbed the knife that had fallen from Tara’s hand and he approached his brother.

The pain Jason felt was real. He could feel his blood boiling and he smelled the aroma of cooked meat and burned skin. “Brother!” he cried, but he knew it was a cry that would fall on deaf ears. He watched as if he wasn’t in the body that was burning, though he was. He saw the knife in his brother’s hand and then he saw the brilliant light from Jennifer’s hand cascade over the steel blade in his brother’s clenched fingers.

With a great thrust under Jason’s third rib, where Jared knew he’d find the black heart of his brother, the knife was impaled into the burning flesh and boiling liquid that had fed the evil within.

There was a moment when the two brothers were connected. In that moment their lives were entwined in memories of old. Some good. Some bad. But all relived within a few seconds before a burst of white, hot heat slammed into Jared and threw him back against the wall. His head smacked the rock and he crumbled to the floor. There he lay stunned and unable to move as he watched his brother drop to his knees and grab his chest. He fell into a heap and eventually the room was silent.

Jennifer walked over to Jared and bent down. “Take her home...” She then turned and with the sweep of her hand she and the broken and lifeless body of Jason was no more.

 

[BLACK BART]

How Jared lifted and was able to return Tara back to the rented house he had no idea.

What remained clear in his mind was her face, the sheer beauty of her shining through, on the few times she opened her eyes...the love he felt for her.

He had made it though. To the second floor and the waiting bed. Then to run water and gently sponge her bruised and battered body clean before dressing her in soft, warm clothing.

And then he waited. Through the night… as she slept a restless sleep. To hold her when she cried out, to brush her hair with his fingers until she relaxed and drifted off, until the next time to repeat the process over and over again.

It hurt. To see Tara like this and know it was his fault. The pain grew and he realized his own foolishness and how the knowledge of being immortal had poisoned his mind and soul.

It hurt so bad he wept.

For Tara and what she had lived through and would now live with the rest of her immortal days...

For Jason, who had become so bent on possessing Tara and through her the ultimate power over an entire planet, and had died because of that ruthless ambition...

And finally for himself. Of the time he had wasted and lost, of the years he had deliberately stayed away from the one woman who truly cared for him, and had now grown to despise him...

Jason had paid for his vileness with his life...

Jared traded his immortality for the life of another...

And Tara suffered the worst of the three, the scars on her body would heal and in time be gone forever, but what was done to her mind...and soul...she would be forced to carry...the rest of her nights and days.

He knew that now. Knew how badly his own actions had hurt her. Knew at what cost she had finally paid and left him, and how that too had cut her deeply.

On the third evening she woke...and he sat waiting, to feed her a thin broth and bath her face and arms...to smile at her and hush away her worries.

The prophecy...Jason...did he win, after all? No, my love...he lost...paid the ultimate price with his immortal life and soul... But I saw you kill him? The blade in your hand glowing with your power as you struck his breast? True...I killed him...but the power was not my own...and he died from the blow of a mortal, thus robbing him of the prophecy and the power he desired.

Each time she woke he was there waiting. And on each he fed her, bathed her, and when she would talk spoke gently to her of days past and fond memories.

A week past and she grew stronger. Then a second, and a third...She sat at the table he had placed in the room and ate her meals, and when she slept he crept away with the dishes to quietly wash them before returning.

The nights were the worst for her. When she slept the memories returned...He didn't need to ask what she dreamed of. By the way she thrashed in the bed and the words she mumbled...he KNEW.

And in her weakness, then and only then would she allow him to touch her, to hold her carefully in his arms and whisper sweet nothings until she drifted back to sleep...

Until one morning he woke in his usual chair, to find the drapes and window open, the sun and perfumed breeze in her face and hair as she stood there like a goddess watching him.

He smiled. Knowing she was strong again. That her body was healed, and though it would take longer…the healing time would begin for her mind and soul.

And then he sobered. Knowing she no longer needed him here, near her…that he no longer possessed a reason to be in the same room…to brush her hair…to bath her…to look at her as she slept.

It wouldn’t take long. The few possessions he owned fit into one small pack. The only thing he would be leaving behind was Tara…and the notebook he had written each day as he stayed by her.

She moved to the bathroom without a word and soon the sound of running water came to his ears…

While she bathed he packed.

Placing the note he prepared a week before on the tables center he left the notebook under it…. and left without a backwards glance.

“My dearest Tara….

In the pages below I’ve left you the numbers and accounts of each and every bank in three continents.

There is money in each, as well as gems, gold and priceless paintings.

It’s all yours. As it has always been intended to be. I hope you keep it and use it well to care for yourself in the coming years. Find a new home that will bring you happiness, perhaps in that glade you often spoke of, overlooking the river…the endless hills…and the trees below that would moan in the wind…Or perhaps not?

My only wish is for you to find the happiness you deserve, the love of a good man that will care for you as you’ve dreamed, and the peace of mind you’ve always wished for…

… I’ve left you with one more thing. The pages below are filled with my memories of you. Of the joy we once shared together. Of the times you smiled and laughed…and made me laugh in return…and of the knowledge of how great and special a woman you truly are, and how blessed I was to be given these memories.

My only regret is in realizing too late, how I’ve lost that chance to be any or all of the above…

All of my love

Jared​