A Tale of Revenge Ch. 02

"You too good to share the water with us now miss priss?" Geoff called, drawing the others' attention to her presence.

"Just you Geoff. I don't need to bath in there now that you've pissed in it," she called back, her temper getting the better of her. He had always been a bit of a bully. She thought her posturing would cover for her insecurity.

Geoff was out of the water and up the rise in a flash. The rest of the children began hollering after him, egging him on. This was a matter of honor now. He grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking her head back so he could look into her face. Her hands flew to his, trying to dislodge his grip. "Well if you think you are so much cleaner than the rest of us we'd best dirty you up a bit." He reached for some dirt and thrust the handful into her chest, smearing the skin above her neckline with mud. "That should do it!" He declared, and began dragging her towards the water.

It was at this point she realized the heat rising in her chest had started to descend into her lower belly. A strange tingling feeling radiated from the pain in her scalp down her back making her arch a little further. By the time Geoff had dragged her to the edge of the water and was about to throw her in, she realized that something about what was happening to her actually felt good.

She looked up into Geoff's sneering face, her ears buzzing. What was happening to her? Suddenly the pain in her head became intense as he used her hair to launch her into the water.

Anna sat up with a jolt in bed just as her dream self was hitting the frigid water. The pain in her back had been reduced to a deep throb but upon her unexpected movement, it roared back to life and she gasped. Sunlight filtered through the closed shutters and she could hear the noise of the city below her window. She shifted off of her aching bottom and onto her knees, supporting her upper body with her arms against the mattress on all fours.

She moaned slightly as the aches and pains in her back, butt and legs made themselves known individually and all at once. Her skin felt hot and tender under her fingertips, like everything was slightly swollen and raised. She was sure if she could manage to twist and look down at herself she would see the long welts all over her body but she couldn't bring herself to move that much. The pain throbbed through her, moving out into untouched parts of her body. It seemed to curl up in her lower belly, eliciting the same strange excitement that had stirred her memory and caused her dream. She felt as if the pain throbbed at her very core, but it excited her.

She reached down again between her marked thighs. The sticky residue there had dried somewhat but when she pressed her fingers into her core she felt the warm juices run over her fingers, just as they had that spring day when she had run home, soaking wet and terribly confused. Anna gasped as her fingers brushed against the sensitive bud nestled between her legs. It seemed as swollen and throbbing as the rest of her. Somehow the pain seemed to focus in on this point, begging for some release.

Anna pressed her fingers harder, moaning as shocks of pleasure rippled through her body. She swirled her finger against the aching bud as the waves became more and more pronounced. The pain mingled with the pleasure and the pressure inside her seemed to build in her chest. Her fingers started to move faster, pushing her towards an edge she wasn't sure she wanted to reach. Her aching body clamored for relief.

Anna jerked her hand away from her core and threw herself onto her back on the bed. The harsh sheets against her tender skin pushed the pain to an overwhelming burn that drove the thoughts of pleasure from her brain. It hurt so much it nearly took her breath away. She cursed herself. How could she seek pleasure in her pain? This was her punishment, a reminder of her broken vow to Leonid and her offense to the man she had murdered. Here she was, seeking her own pleasure when her family was dead, her soul sold for revenge and a man's body lay rotting somewhere by her hand.

She lay on her burning back for a moment longer and then shoved herself to her feet, ignoring the protests in her muscles. She would not avoid this pain or try to turn it into something else. When her core began to throb with pent up desire she pushed the sensation from her mind, jerking her new clothing on and hurrying to leave the city. She had to focus. There were many more tests ahead of her. She could not be derailed so quickly.

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