YPTS -- Jane and Taylor

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"I remember you," Taylor said, laughing as best he could with the pain coursing through his body, and the remnants of clothing fiber in his mouth. "Yeah ... yeah ... I remember ... you."

He let his head fall back, relaxing it, then laughed again. He looked straight to her and said, "Yeah ... you were a great fuck."

 

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Jane (payback)

Shaking her head she looked at him an evil light in her eyes.

"Now that, that is out of the way how about you start telling me who gave you the maps Taylor?"

She said as she stood there. The rope laying at her feet as she toyed with the knife in her hands.

 

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Taylor

He laughed, almost maniacally. "Maps? Maps ..."

He took a long moment to draw a few deeps breaths, then said, "I'll make you a deal ... Za-nie... You tell me where your friend ... you know ... from the Faciltiy ... where's your friend. Are you still ... doing her?"

Again he laughed like a crazed man. "Or ... do you only do... chicks ... when you have and audience."

 

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Jane (payback)

Shaking her head she walked over to him and stuck the knife back to his neck.

"Now Taylor I have no fucking idea what the hell your talking about so you need to just tell me what I want to know or this basement is going to have a new coat of paint all over it...."

She said to him. She honestly could not remember the facility, and Jane had never done any woman so she had no clue what he was talking about. His words bothered her though deeply.

 

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"Zanie, Zanie, baby," he laughed, his Adam's apple bobbing against the edge of the knife. "C'm'on, girl. It's me you're talking to here. No need to be shy."

Taylor looked directly into her eyes, matching her glare with one of his own ... then his expression softened ... his voice softened ... and he began, in a soft, monotone, "She was just a woman ... not even a woman ... a girl ... no one of importance ... she was no one to you ... is no one to you ... let it go ... relax--"

The flash in Jane's mind caused her to flinch. The flash ... it ... wasn't here ... it was ...

White light ... a chair ... medical exam chair ... fluorescent lights ... lab coats ... sunglasses ... men in sunglasses ... a woman ... a girl! ... naked ...

Jane snapped out, looked back to Taylor.

 

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Jane

What ever he was doing was pissing her off. Taking the knife she slashed it across his fact making a nice mark from the top of his head down to the opposite side of his neck. Standing there she looked at him.

"What the fuck Taylor..."

She said as anger coursed through her.

 

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Taylor and Jane

He cried out at the pain of the dull, rusty blade cutting -- no, ripping -- at his skin. And then ... the cry mutated ... to a long guttural laugh.

"C'm'on, Zanie," he continued as best as he could. He could feel the warm blood beginning to drip down his face. Then, like some mother attempting to settle a fitful child, he informed her, "If you aren't nice, you'll never know ... never know what happened ... what you did ... who ... you did it to?"

I chuckled down deep inside as he waited to see whether she would kill him ... or look for the truth of what she'd done ... and who she truly was.

 

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Jane (payback)

Jane walked behind Taylor leaning down she whispered into his ear.

"There are things I can do to you Taylor..... That are far worse than just death"

With that she walked over to where she had laid her rope. Picking the rope up she got a good grip before beginning to whip him across his chest and thighs. The rope leaving red welts in its wake as she did. Before apparently she had been to kind to him and had gone to easy. This time however she would not hold back.

 

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Taylor and Jane

Taylor jerked with pain at each swing of the homemade whip, then when he was able to control his breathing ... he simply chuckled ... his way of dealing with the pain.

 

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Jane (payback)

Jane watched his reactions. She remembered this. This was what their training had been for. The images were still cloudy now the issue was she wanted to remember. Well part of her did but then there was still that little voice in the back of her head telling her to be careful what you ask for. Shaking her head she looked at him and whipped him once more across his chest. She loved seeing the redness and then the welt form in its wake. Licking her lips she grinned looking at him.

"I suggest you start talking Taylor. What happened at the Facility"

It wasn't what she had met to ask but now that it was out there was no turning back from it.

 

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Taylor and Jane

Again he flinched at the whipping ... again he yelped, and grimaced, and road out the pain ... and again he chuckled.

A moment passed.

"Come look at me, Jane. You need to look into my eyes. You want to look into my eyes."

His voice was not demanding; it wasn't threatening; it was ... almost compassionate.

You want ...

 

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Jane (payback)

Something snapped in Jane's mind. Hearing those words she walked over to him. Placing her hands on his thighs she leaned forward looking into his eyes.

"This close enough for you"

She said, her tone cold and cruel as she stood there staring into his eyes.

 

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Taylor and Jane

Taylor fought off the pain, fought to lift his head. Then, just as he done before, he looked directly into her eyes, matching her glare with one of his own ... again, his expression softened ... again, his voice softened ... and again, he spoke softly, evenly.

"She was just a woman ... a girl ... she was no one to you ... is no one to you ... let it go ... relax--"

... again, white lights ... a chair ... a medical chair ... a dentist's chair ... beige ... plastic ... glaring lights ... powerful lights ... lab coats ... men in lab coats ..

... the woman ... the girl ... young ... a teenager at most ... small, petite ... just a child in a woman's body ...

"Number Seventeen!"

The words start Jane back to reality, back to the grinning face of ... this man ... who was there ... in The Facility ...

In the facility ... standing next to ...

 

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Jane

Jane saw the images she saw her surroundings as she stood there by his side. Confusion clouded her mind. She had no idea what was going on, she didn't know what this was about. She could see the girl.... but who was she, what was this all about?

 

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Taylor and Jane

Taylor smiled -- both upon his lips, and in his mind -- as he watched Jane's eyes cloud over. He knew the memories were flooding back into her mind. Jane had had her job; before The Bug, before the Facility, before now. And she had been good at her job; the best, he knew, or he wouldn't have demanded she was transferred half way around the world to be there with him, in his hour of need.

But this ... this mind game ... this was what he was good at. This was his job ... and he, too, was the best at what he did.

He continued fighting off the pain -- it was only about shutting down a small portion of the brain, he knew -- and looking into Jane's mesmerized face. It was time; show her what she needs to see, show her who she was, show her ... her work.



"Number Seventeen," a man called from the other side of the glass. Jane turned, saw the man, hiding behind dark sunglasses. Then, she turned back to the girl again, her gaze passing Taylor, dressed in the black garb of the Private Contractors the facility was ruled by.

She looked back to the girl, her nude body -- a girl's body, slender, fair skinned, small chested -- drenched with sweat. Her legs were parted, her ankles in stirrups of ... no, not a dentist chair ... no, more of a exam chair from a gynecologist office. The girl's fingers were between her legs ... between here thighs.

"Number Seventeen," the man behind the glass spoke, he voice booming from a speaker over Jane's head, "since you cannot penetrate yourself due to your elite status, you must make more of an effort. Moan louder, twitch, do something more than sit there and baaa like a sheep- or there will be consequences."

The girl touched herself, pretending to arouse herself.

Jane had experienced enough real orgasms to know that this girl's cries of ecstasy were fake.

Jane looked up to the man in the sunglasses, to the crowd of people, mostly men, but women as well. They watched the girl, took notes; Jane had wondered how many notes were necessary to determine a bid on the life of another human being.

As Jane watched, he men in the lab coats turned to those behind them, seeming to ask questions. The people looked between themselves; they seemed to be done with their work.

The lights in the room with the girl dimmed to near darkness.

"Okay," Taylor said, "Take her back."

Jane nodded to the man at her side, strode forth and grabbed the girl. She let out a scream, only causing Jane to jerk at her harder. "Let's go!"

 

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Jane (memories)

Jane was frozen as she watched. It was like an outer body experience watching what was happening. She wanted to stop she, she needed to but she couldn't. Standing there she watched frozen in the memory of her past.

 

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Taylor and Jane

She was mesmerized; nearly in a full hypnotic state. This was after all what he did. People assumed that since he looked like Conan and dressed like G I Joe, that he couldn't possibly be anything more than a punch-throwing, gun-slinging, baby-killer. But he was far more than that; he was even more than even Jane thought ... and they had not only worked side by side on multiple projects on three continents, but they'd also been lovers on two of them.

And if that wasn't enough proof of his ability, there was the one additional detail: Jane, at this moment, would remember nothing that he didn't want her to remember. That ... was what made him the man he was.

He intensified his stare into her eyes and in the softest of whispers said, "Jane you want to know more ... I will tell you more ... I will tell all ... but ... you ... must ... untie me ... "

 

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Jane and Taylor

Jane was under, she wasn't even aware as to what was going on. She heard the words and her body simply reacted complying with what he told her to do.

 

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Taylor and Jane

His hands freed, Taylor lowered his arms, shaking them just enough to get the blood flowing in them, while all the time maintaining his eye contact with Jane, as well as his soft, continuous reminding of who she is, and what she's done.

She snaps out of her trance when Taylor slaps her across her face with so much force that she topples to the basement floor, still sitting in the chair that he had securely trussed her into.

 

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Jane and Taylor

Snapping back to reality she looked at Taylor anger showing clear in her eyes. Popping her jaw a few times she stared at him. Her back arched from the binding he had her in. Her arms tied securely behind her back and hooked to the chair. It had been a long time, way to long since she had felt rope on her skin. Staring up at him she shook her head.

"You ass whole. What the fuck do you think your doing!?"

She yelled at him as she sat there.

 

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Taylor and Jane

On his knees before her, Taylor slapped Jane across her face so hard her head bounced off the basement's cement floor. "Shut up!"

He waited for her to regain her senses -- all he had to do was wait for the glare of hatred to return -- then smiled politely to her and said softly, "Zanie, c'm'on ... you know I always hated hurting you. Remember what you told me in Kuwait? Bondage isn't about pain, it's about control. If I wanted S&M, I would have stayed with your sister."

He hopped to his feet with seemingly effortless ease, ignoring the blood and cuts and welts covering him from belly to back, waist line to skull. He walked around behind her and -- again, seemingly effortlessly -- lifted her fully off the floor, righted her, and slammed the chair back onto it feet. He caressed a hand across her neck, around to face, to her chin; he pulled her head back until their cheeks were together, his lips almost touching her own.

He held the big knife he'd found on the table nearby, held it out before her. "Nice blade. Who's blood."

 

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Jane

The pain woke her up that was for sure. God she hated that he remembered things the way he did, detail for fucking detail. Sitting there as he yanked her head back she looked at him licking her lips.

"You should know baby...."

She said her tone matching his exactly. She knew what he was capable of, she knew the pain that he could put on her body, the sad part about it was she had taken it for so many years she had gotten to a place where she enjoyed it. It still hurt like a son of a bitch but she enjoyed it none the less.

 

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Taylor and Jane

His smile widened. "Oh ... is this that knife ...? The one you put to me ...? To my neck?"

He chuckled. He pushed her face forward again, so she was looking down at her own body. He lowered the knife, tip first, blade away from her, down between her breasts.


"So ... just how sharp is this, Janie?" he asked playing the tip just above her tee shirt, just above her sternum. "If this was your knife, I would have no doubt whatsoever. But ... I know what kind of hardware you like. This--" He laid the knife upon her breast, flipped it this way and that, as if inspecting it, the whole while playing the sharp edge of the weapon atop the nipple pressing against the now-dusty cotton of her garment.

With a lightning quick flash, Taylor caught the end of the knife under the collar of Jane's tee and -- slashing down and forward -- slit her shirt clean in two, exposing her otherwise nude abdomen.

He laughed again as he rose up away from her. "Oh bay-bee ... sharp."

He walked around to ogle her from the front, then donned a concerned expression. He stepped closer, reached out to her chest, touched her, pulled back a bloodied finger, and said, "Hey ... I think I'm losing my touch."

And then he licked the blood away from his finger, his eyes always on Jane's.

 

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Jane

She felt the knife pierce her skin and caught her breath between her teeth. Her eyes continued to watch him. She knew the ropes that bound her there was no way out of them, unless he wanted her out of them. She was at his mercy and had no say in the matter.

She watched as he licked up her blood sucking in her bottom lip and holding her breath. She forgot just how the man did what he did. Anything and everything he did even if he was being a complete jack ass she found erotic on some level or another. She could not stop staring, she wanted to, although she knew that it would get her absolutely no where.